This is my first Teen Wolf story, set post season 1.
I never really saw the Sterek thing going on in the first season, but I saw a Jackson/Stiles thing!
So this is what it is :) (And I hope my lacrosse terminology is okay, I don't know a lot about it!)

Enjoy :)

"This is your big chance Stiles, to play first line," Scott said, standing with Stiles near the benches.

The big Friday night game was about to begin, and Stiles was nervous as hell. He had never played first line before, he was supposed to last week, but the whole Alpha wolf, nearly got killed saga, got in the way of that. He wasn't even sure if he should play tonight, he was still worried about Lydia and everything that had happened that night. He had spent the past week in the hospital hoping Lydia would be okay. Surprisingly, Jackson was usually there too, as Stiles didn't really think that Jackson gave a toss about her, but maybe he did.

Stiles took a deep breath as he stood on the field. Scott had talked him into playing tonight; he was all pleased with himself having got Alison back and her accepting him as a wolf, so he was extra pushy. Stiles put on his helmet and headed over to the rest of team, ready to play.

It was a cold night, but there were still lots of supporters, including Stiles' Dad. Stiles felt even more pressure to do well, with his Dad watching him. The team broke up from their huddle and moved to their positions. Stiles wasn't too sure on what he had to do, but he knew if he freaked he could just toss the ball to Scott or Jackson.

He looked over to the bench and saw the regular boys who he would usually sit with. He almost felt like he wanted to be back on the bench, just cheering his team on. He shook his head and took a deep breath. The siren started.

Stiles found himself doing pretty well as the game got going, he felt a bit flustered, but once he got warmed up, he was ready for anything. Well maybe not anything. It was five minutes til the end of the game, and Beacon Hills still needed one more point to win the game. For some senseless reason, Danny tossed the ball over towards Stiles.

He caught it, luckily, but it took him a moment to realize that he had caught it. He searched across the field, looking for Scott, to throw it to him. It felt like ages as he searched, while the other team were quickly approaching him. He began to run down the field towards his team's net, hopefully to see Scott on the way. Looking around and running fast Stiles felt like he was in full control, until he collided straight into Jackson. Stiles fell flat on top of Jackson, the force of both of them running, took a beat out of both of them.

Their faces were only inches apart, both of them heavily breathing on each other. Jackson had an annoyed look on his face, one that Stiles knew too well. He had stuffed up and ran into Jackson, probably blowing any more chances on the front line. Except Stiles didn't seem to care, he simply looked Jackson straight in the eye, and found himself smiling. He narrowed his eyes as he thought, he somehow liked being this close to Jackson, and he would have never had thought that in a million years. The stranger thing was that after Stiles started smiling; Jackson's look of disgust was replaced by a sweeter looking smile. Stiles snickered to himself, before realizing that the both of them should probably get up and get back to it.

Stiles pretended to struggle and wrestle with Jackson, to look like he was ready to get back in play. The world around him slowly came back, and he could hear Coach yelling at him, and the crowd mumbling to see what was going on. He got back up on his feet, as did Jackson. For some unknown reason, Stiles still had the ball, maybe he should fall more often, must freak out the other team he thought to himself. Instead of looking for Scott, Stiles knew it was best to get rid of the ball, and pass it to Jackson. He tossed the ball to Jackson, after getting a subtle wink and smile from him as he threw it. Stiles smiled to himself as Jackson ran down the field to score the final point to win the game.

The siren rang out throughout the field, as the crowd cheered and the players put down their sticks. Everyone on Beacon Hills ran straight over to Jackson to cheer him on for winning the game. Stiles stayed where he was and took his helmet off. As the rest of the team surrounded Jackson, Stiles noticed, but no one else seemed to, that Jackson was staring directly at him, never taking his eyes of him.

Stiles felt like he was in elementary school when some looks or points at you, but you swear that they can't be looking at you. He turned around behind him to check, to realize there was no one else there. He turned back to see Jackson laughing at Stiles' innocence. Stiles wasn't sure if he should be freaked out by what had happened in the past few minutes, or if he should enjoy it. All he knew was he couldn't take his eyes off Jackson either.

"Great game dude," Scott said, in the locker room.

"Hey thanks," Stiles replied.

Stiles and Scott stood near their lockers, changing into fresh clothes after a much needed shower. The rest of the players were chatting, mostly about Jackson saving the game. At least Scott could tell that Stiles had something to do with it. Stiles noticed how sincere Scott was tonight, he was usually over obsessing about Alison or something more boring.

"Hey, you still able to come to practice tomorrow night?" Stiles asked.

"Oh damn, I forgot to tell you, Alison and I are going out, the first time since we properly got back together," Scott said, avoiding eye contact with Stiles, knowing how much it meant to him.

Scott had got a few people together to make a band. The school was throwing a little fundraiser for Lydia, and Scott volunteered to help out in any way he could. He got stuck with entertainment, and seeing as though he and Scott dabbled in guitar a few years ago, he thought he could give it a shot.

He just wanted to help Lydia; he didn't care how he did it. But now, typically hormonal driven Scott had bailed out. Stiles thought that this might happen, but he was happy that Scott at least tried to help. Though to make the conversation a little more stimulating, Stiles pretended that Scott wouldn't had bailed on him.

"Scott, come on man you promised. You said you would help. If you don't come to this first rehearsal you'll be wrecking the whole relationship of the band. I'm under a lot of pressure with this band thing you know. It took me a long night of texting everyone to join the band. And now you want to leave. And the band wouldn't be the same. Not that it's ever been something that can be compared to being something different, but still, all bands need two guitarists, it's just sounds wrong. Now you've ruined the whole balance, and we won't sound good, so they won't raise enough money for Lydia, and it will be all your fault Scott," Stiles said, without taking a breath.

"But Alison and I…" Scott said, without even any hesitation.

Stiles laughed as he picked up his backpack, to then shut his locker. Most the players were beginning to leave, as the locker room was getting quieter.

"I knew you'd say that," Stiles said.

"And you made me listen to your whole soppy speech?" Scott said, more surprised than he should be.

"Yeah, it was good wasn't it? Probably too fast, but still good," Stiles said with a grin.

Scott hit Stiles on the arm.

"It's all good, hopefully I can find another guitarist, otherwise we'll just suck," Stiles replied.

"Scott?" Alison said, standing in the door of the locker room.

Scott looked over at her, "Coming."

"I'll see you tomorrow probably, let me know when you find someone," Scott said as he walked over to Alison.

"Yeah, like you care, you're a crappy at it anyway," Stiles said with his tongue poked out.

Scott and Alison had left the room by then, leaving Stiles talking to himself. Or so he thought.

"What is McCall crappy at?" Jackson said, his head peeking from around the locker, interested at anything Scott was bad at.

Stiles hadn't really seen Jackson since they got to the locker room, mostly because Jackson was surrounded. But he had the feeling that as soon as everyone left, especially Scott, Jackson would talk to him and acknowledge him, in his own little Jackson way at least.

"Uh, guitar, he sucks. Me on the other hand, I'm pretty good," Stiles said, blowing on his fingers.

"I'm good too you know, my parents made me take lessons when I was younger," Jackson said.

"Oh well you could join the band," Stiles said with a glint in his eye.

"Who said I wanted to join your sad little band?" Jackson said, almost smirking as he talked.

"I never said that I wanted you in the band. But it is for Lydia, if that makes my so called band less sad," Stiles replied.

"Well you're band is going to be sad either way, but if it's for Lydia, then I will do it," Jackson said, seriously.

"Thanks that would be really good. We are meeting at my place tomorrow afternoon for practice," Stiles said.

Jackson smiled at Stiles, similar to the grins he showed on the field.

"You ready Stiles?" Mr Stilinski said from the locker room entrance.

"Yeah Dad," Stiles replied, and headed over to the door.

"Great game by the way, you really saved the game," Jackson said randomly as Stiles walked away.

Stiles turned back around to face Jackson, "Uh, thanks," Stiles replied, confused. Jackson was being too nice tonight, not that Stiles minded.