"Are you going to tell me what this is about?" Bugs fingers nervously played with the net on his lacrosse stick, running his fingers through the hole.

"Just a check up," Morrell speaks up, the tip of the pen near her mouth as she watched the Stilinski boy inquisitively.

Bugs hated whenever she stared at him that way, even in Eichen house he had hated the way she did. Like she knew all his secrets and wouldn't hesitate to call him out on it if he didn't speak up. She did it after the Kanima incident, during his stay at Eichen house, and now, when all the problems had been solved.

"You're no longer the counselor here," Bugs points out, noting how the small office space was set up completely different and the plaques in the walls held different names.

"I'm borrowing it. I wanted to see how you were," Morrell explains, pushing her hair back but not once leaving the brunette a boys eyes.

"Hey!" The door to the room is burst open, the golden eyed twin interrupting them with a mischievous smile on his lips. "They called me and said the counselor needed to see a Stilinski."

Morrell looked at either twin with a suspicious gaze, knowing just what Stiles was doing. Truth be told, Bugs had no idea what his younger brother was doing. They had specifically called "B. Stilinski." However, he wasn't going to complain, he would do anything to get out of talking about the last few weeks.

"I specifically called for Bugs," Morrell points out.

"No you didn't, they said Stilinski," Stiles contradicts, the way only a Stilinski could.

"I can't say either of your names but I know I said "B. Stilinski," Morrell once again argues.

"Well how was I suppose to know, did you hear a "B" Bugs? I just hard an "S" which is also my name," Stiles fast talks. Bugs however doesn't answer, grateful for the distraction that is his younger brother.

Morrell rubs her temple, "alright well, now you know I called for Bugs. Will you go?"

"Can't," Stiles says. "I have issues to talk about, lots of them! More then Bugs!"

Morrell obviously realizing she won't be getting to talk to the only Stilinski she actually wants to talk too sighs heavily. Dropping her pen to the table she claps her hands together. "Fine, not right now. I'll call you both some other day and make sure I call only one up here. You both can go."

Stiles smirks, pulling his brother to a standing position and pushing him out of the room before the counselor can change her mind.

"Thanks bro," Bugs sighs in relief once he is outside the small space and breathing in cold air. Both of them standing in the empty hallway, everyone else in class.

"Anything for you bro," Stiles claps his brothers back and smiles.

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"As a reminder, it's an open tryout today. All positions available. This is a rebuilding season, people. Jackson's gone, Lahey's gone... Greenberg, the one guy I actually wanted gone... Was held back. Again." Coaches yells were possibly heard outside the locker rooms and into the nearest hallways as he continued to whistle. Bugs despised that tiny contraption, it always made him jump in surprise and usually it ended in him smacking against something very hard.

This time it happened to be his locker as he wrestled with his work out shirt and accidentally smacked head first into the metal door. "Ow, holy shit."

"Get your asses on the field." Coach yelled out once more as Bugs shut his locker and walked back over to his brother and best friend. He rubbed soothing at the top of his head, imagining breaking the damn whistle multiple times.

Scott pursed his lips, contemplating asking about his positions before just walking over and questioning, "Hey, Coach... I just wanted to ask if... I was still... If I'm... You know..."

Coach cut him off, writing things down on the clipboard he carried around, "You're on the team, McCall."

"But... But am I... Everything that I was on the team before?" Scott questions lightly, dancing around the actual question. Bugs rolled his eyes, knowing his best friend was about to be majorly rejected. No matter, he was going to make sure Scott ended up being captain once more. He knew Scott loved the position, the boy having been born a leader from the start, plus, having some toddler ordering him around would drive Bugs to becoming way too aggressive.

Coach smirked at said Alpha, tapping him lightly on the arm and winking. "All positions are open."

"Oh boy," Both Bugs and Stiles murmured, knowing it was not a good sign.

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There was a few reasons why Bugs was always starting on the lacrosse field while his younger brother usually sat on the bench. One being Stiles was a sarcastic little shit who always had something to say which angered the coach and quite frankly every player on the team, two being that he had no muscle strength, and finally three the boy could not run. Sure, put a murderous alpha behind him and the boy could Speedy Gonzales his way to safety but when it was time to show his stamina at practice well... lets just say the youngest Stilinski could quite possible be beaten by the Coach himself.

"Terrible."

"Horrifying."

"Pathetic."

"Unbelievably pathetic."

Those confidence boosting words were uttered by Bobby Finstocks himself, who was judging the group of potential players running. Bugs had been able to keep ahead quite easily, loosing his younger brother within 10 seconds of the run. He had kept up with Scott confidently, using his long legs as an advantage. Bugs was quite proud of the fact he worked out on a weekly basis and add in the fact that Malia was, quite literally, an animal and kept him up all night his ability to run was outstanding.

Plus, he just enjoyed

Scott and Bugs were patiently waiting for the rest of the runners, wiping off their sweat when the green eyed teenager remembered something.

"Is that everyone?" Coach Finstock called out.

"Where's Stiles?" Bugs asked for his twin.

Heaving for breath and practically crawling, Stiles finally came to the finish line. Bugs pulling his lips into his mouth as coach looked at him in frustration and spoke, "Yep, that's everyone."

"We got you." Scott murmured to his best friend as both him and Bugs held up Stiles. Ether of them trying not to laugh when Stiles opened his mouth up and sucked in air rapidly.

"Who came in first?"He questioned, clutching onto his brother and best friend. All 3 teenagers looking at the freshmen who didn't even seem to be affected by the 3 mile run, instead, he was doing push ups with one arm easily. "He isn't human. What is he? Like a Were-Cheetah? Does it even exist? Is that a thing?"

"He's a little dick," Bugs sneered.

Scott shrugged his shoulders, "I think he's just good."

Stiles scoffed and looked between each boy before murmuring. "I'm gonna puke, take me somewhere."

"Okay. Okay." Scott nodded, beginning to pull him nearest to grass.

"Stiles if you throw up on my shoes one more time I swear to god," Bugs said with gritted teeth as he carried the dead weight of his brother.

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The boys picked up their personal lacrosse sticks, ready to show off just how impressive their skills were. Bugs twirling his stick around a few times and flashing back to Jackson who might have been a huge asshole but without his tip about lowering the elbow he might have never perfected his shot.

"What the hell are you smiling at?" Stiles asked his brother.

"Nothing... just the simpler times," Bugs quickly recollected and stood in present. Life wouldn't go back to that time again and the sooner Bugs accepted it, the better.

"Well stop skipping down memory lane and help us not look like humiliations please," Stiles pushed his brother forward towards the goal.

Bugs rolled his eyes, knowing he did in fact need to impress the players considering Stiles had shot the ball straight into the goalies net.

"It's savage season," Coach clapped his back in triumph.

Easily, the green eyed boy picked up the ball. Looking back at his brother and Malia who both have him a thumbs up. Malia was here which meant he couldn't mess up.

The goalie was a sophomore who Bugs had watched play one too many times which meant he knew exactly where to throw the ball.

With a smirk, he turned back to look at all the players and ran forward. With a quick jolt he faked pumped the stick to the right, the gap lie following the direction when Bugs actually threw the ball to the left and easily made connect ball with goal net.

Coach blew the whistle happily, clapping his hands and yelling out," it's savage season! Bugs The Savage has come to play boys!"

Bugs smirked, a slight boost to his confidence as he turned to his proud little brother and best friend while the toddler Liam watched on.

"Beat that freshmen," Bugs cockily stated, walking back over to his friends. Technically he has had been speaking to every newbie on the team but judging his voice everyone knew who it was directed to. Liam Dunbar stepped up, a tightened jaw and tightly grip lacrosse stick in hand as he walked within inches of Bugs, both staring one another down.

Liam didn't hesitate to run forward and throw the ball right into the net. Everyone congratulating him as he made it look much easier then Bugs had done. It was frustrating, quite possibly downright infuriating. He hated what this little kid was doing.

"You don't have to hate him guys. The team needs new players." Scott tried to calm his favorite twins.

Stiles didn't even hesitate to answer back with nothing but truth. "What about a new team captain?"

"Yeah dude, he seems to be dead set on it," Bugs agreed with his younger brother.

That seemed to knock some actual sense into the alpha who cut everyone and picked up the ball.

"Come on Scott," Bugs silently said, biting the tip of his glove nervously. His brother looking equally worried.

Scott stalled for a moment, thinking for a moment before throwing the ball forward. It seemed to take everyone's breath away as the ball soared forward, the anticipation of a score in everyone eyes, but that didn't happen. The ball instead didn't even make it close to the net as it flew over and behind the goal.

Many teenagers seemed to laugh at Scott whos face instantly fell. One particular teenager who just rubbed Bugs wrong yelled out, "Nice, McCall."

Stiles was the first to speak up, "Hey, Garrett..."

Bugs finishing the sentence with menace to his voice, "Shut up!"

Scott walks over to the end of the field, both Stilinksi pulling him I tot heir tiny huddle and Bugs questioning, "Dude, what is going on with you?"

Scott huffed, dropping his stick. "I don't know. I'm having a really off day.

"Off day?" Stiles said bewildered. "You were dying out there! I feel actual physical pain watching you."

"didn't see you make any shots." Scott said with borrowed eyes towards the younger Stilinskiz

"Yes, that is because I'm terrible, though, Scott." Stiles reminded him, Bugs nodding because he knew just how terrible his younger twin was at playing. "You... You are the Alpha."

Scott shakes his head, "Not on the field. I'm a human on the field."

"Well, human you is kind of sucking at the moment. So do you think there is any way you can use just like a little tiny bit of wolf power?" Bugs encourages him, referring to the last pitiful play. He honestly had no clue why Scott wasn't using his given talents.

"It's cheating." Scott the ever so honest one says, earning an eye roll from the older twin. It sometimes annoyed Bugs how good his friend was.

Stiles huffed, yelling out a first and then mellowing, "I know it is! It's just I hate seeing this little freshman come in and steal all your glory after you worked your tushie off. I hate it."

"For real dude, don't let this little kid steal all your thunder." Bugs nodded.

Scott realized then what was actually at stake and his eyes morphed color for a second. The ruby red shining through, "He's not going to steal all the glory."

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"McCall and Stilinski, grab the long sticks. You're covering goal for two-on-ones. Let's go! Line it up!" Coach yelled out after a few more exercises.

"Which one?" Both Stilinski twins looked up.

"The good one!" Coach yelled back at them, obviously meanings Bugs who looked at his brothers disappointed look.

"Sorry Bro," Bugs said, grabbing the long stick. "Next time it's all yours."

"Just kick his ass will ya," Stiles mumbled, patting his brothers shoulders and directing his message towards Liam who was looking cockily at them.

"We still don't know if he's a werewolf, too. And if he is, he'd just be cheating. And we'd just be cheating the cheater." Bugs pep talked his best friend as they stood near the goal. He could tell Scott wasn't comfortable using his supernatural strength to take down the freshmen.

"But he's not." Scott shook his head, knowing that he was just good and not supernatural. "I'd know. I'd be able to catch a scent or something."

Bugs thought for a moment, suddenly coming up with something. "Maybe you need to get closer."

Scott looked over towards where Liam stand near the front, "I think I'm about to get my chance."

Bugs smirked knowing that he was ready to attack some kids, Coach was right. It was savage season.

"Bugs don't go to crazy. Remember these are freshmen, don't hurt them." Scott reminds his best friend, the malicious glint already coating his green eyes.

"What... no, maybe a little," Bugs shrugs and readjusts the straps on his helmet so it's sits well enough for vision.

The first kid steps up, it's Garrett the cocky freshmen who annoys the shit out of the 3 juniors. Coach hands Stiles the lacrosse balls, using him to throw them out as he blows the whistle. Stiles nods to his brother and best friend, knowing that they could do this.

Coach blows the whistle, Stiles throwing the ball and Garrett catching it. He pounced towards the goal, a cocky smirk on his lips as he attempts to get through the juniors quickly. Unfortunately he does quite make it, Bugs and Scott close ranks, ramming their shoulders into the freshmen. Garrett flies back, the ball falling out of his stick as he hits the ground rather roughly, a tight gasp escaping his lips, sending a satisfactory smirk through Bugs. Scott nods as his best friend, knowing they've just set an example for anyone else that had laughed at them previously.

Malia and Stiles both yelled out happily, Stiles jumping up in happiness.

Coach blows his whistle and yelled out, "That's my boys! Those two are like sons to me."

Scott and Bugs both began buzzing with confidence watching the rest of their victims and waiting for the next one. Liam Dunbar stepped up, everyone settling down as he neared. It seemed like everyone on and off the field know the competitive edge between them. It got quiet on the grass, Stiles pursing his lips and hoping his brother and best friend would stop the newbie. He threw the ball out, Liam catching it expertly and running forward.

Bugs also ran ahead, Scott staying behind just in case the freshmen got around his friend. Bugs threw his stick out, attempting to knock him off his feet but the freshmen expected that one and lifted his feet straight off the air. Narrowly missing toppling over he didn't waste another second and ran off, getting around Scott easily. He made the goal, stunting everyone including Bugs who really thought had him.

"That's how you do it! That's how it's done!" Coach yells out, further adding salt to the wound as Bugs jaw tightens angrily and notices the depleted look on the true alphas face.

"That was luck!" Malias voice chimes out in anger. Bugs head shoots up to see his girlfriend standing up angrily and trying to defend him. A small smirk breaks out onto his face when he notices this.

"Oh no, Malia. Don't get involved." Stiles tries to calm the werecoyote who obviously doesn't listen to him.

"Do-over!" She yells.

"Sweetheart, there's no do-overs. This is a practice." Coach yells back to her.

"Ten bucks on Scott and Bugs." She doesn't hesitate to yell back.

I'll take that action. Hey! Get back in there, Liam." He blows his whistle, ready to earn a little cash.

Scott and Bugs nod at one another. "Scott don't hold back and actually show this kid a thing or two.

Liam stands back, the tension even thicker between the teenagers as the audience watched closer this time. Bugs grits his teeth, knowing he might not actually get the chance to take this kid down but if his best friend did then that would be satisfactory. The whistle blew and the ball was in the net, once again Liam running down towards them. Within seconds Bugs was nearing him and barely bothered to block as Scott was already anticipating it all.

Bugs turned in time to see the young freshmen air born, possibly doing an unintentional flip over Scotts shoulder and landing extremely awkwardly onto his leg. Bugs practically wincing when he noticed this, the kid definitely broke something, there was no doubt about that. He threw down the lacrosse stick and helmet, going to the kid in pain.

"Don't move! Don't touch him!" Coach yelled as kids began to surround him.

"I'm okay, Coach. I'm all right." Liam tried to say, attempting to stand and that indeed he was alright. Unfortunately he almsost dropped to the ground in pain. "Ahhh! I think it's my leg."

Stiles and Bugs caught him, throwing his arms over their shoulders and carrying his weight. Stiles minutes, "I think we better get him to the nurse."

Liam groaned out in repainted while coach nodded, knowing he had potentially lost a great player.

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The trio drove the younger kid all the way to the hospital. Scott having looked rather sad that he had done this to Liam while Bugs looked relieve that it wasn't him this time. He did not need another angry talk from his father about how it was just a game and there was no need for such angry attacks.

They showed up just as Melissa McCall crossed the hallway, her brown eyes zeroing on the injured boy and giving her child and surrogate children a "seriously? Again?"

"Uh... Hi, Mom." Scott says to his mother as he helps Bugs set the injured boy into the wheelchair.

"It wasn't me this time!" Bugs lifted his arms in defense, acknowledging that it wasn't his fault this time rather loudly.

Melissa sighed heavily, realizing if t wasn't the one with a tad need for violence then it was the one with the super strength. Patting the young Dunbar on his shoulder and saying sympathetically. "Don't worry, Liam. We'll take good care of you."

Bugs sighed, looking down at his phone and noting his girlfriend was waiting for him patiently in his room. "I got to get going. I promised Malia I'd help her study. Stiles you coming?"

Stiles nodded walking next to his brothers side.

"Sure. I want to check on him anyway." Scott sighed heavily, looking disappointed in himself.

"Hey, I don't need to say that wasn't your fault, right?" Stiles mumbles to his friend.

Scott sighs heavily. "I don't know."

"Scott," Bugs cut in, "if you had used any wolf power that kid wouldn't be limping, he'd be crawling, back to the other half of his body."

Scott still shook his head though, "If I hadn't been so worried about being captain he wouldn't be hurt either."

Stiles looked at is friend, choosing to help him out. After all it had been him and his brothers pep talk that got Scott riled up. "It's okay to want something for yourself once in a while. Team captain, Alpha werewolf. You're still only human."

Bugs nodded, knowing his brother was right. Scott always put everyone before him and it was okay to be a little selfish sometimes.

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Bugs and Malia sat atop his unmade bed, casually flipping through countless amounts of books. Bugs was thankful that he had done his work for the day and was now going to help his girlfriend to the best of abilities. He adored the way she seemed to always have creased brows when she concentrated really hard and the way her teeth gritted when she got something wrong. Soft music played in the background while they quietly stared at the same problem.

She shuts the book abruptly, starting Bugs and making him towards turn her.

"Hey, we're not finished here yet." He went to object, opening the book back up.

Malia took him by surprise, flipping him over so his back was against the soft cushion. She startled him, her soft leggings touching his work jeans and already making Bugs flow with fire and want. She smirked down at him, nearing him and forwarded saying. "Yes, we are."

She kissed him, Bugs having no option but to kiss right back. Her lips molded perfectly with his and the atmosphere having already shifted. Bugs would be lying if he didn't admit to having thought about giving up but he knew she needed to get math right. She needed this more then sex right now, and as much as Bugs disliked it, he knew it very well. Malia, I promised we would really study this time. Not like the last time, remember? Once you have this done we will get right back to that, all night and day if you want but studying first."

She hopped off him with a reluctant sigh, Bugs taking a few deep breaths to get his heart rate under control before flipping back onto his stomach. His long legs hitting the headboard.

"You suck," Malia mumbled under her mouth, pushing honey broke hair behind her ear.

Bugs smirked, knowing she didn't mean it and watching as she pulled every highlighter towards her. "Why are there so many highlighters?"

Malia grabbed them all and began showcasing one after the other, "Green is for the things I understand. Yellow, is for "I'm working on it," and... Red means I have no clue. I am mostly using red."

Call it the strange similarities she shared with Stiles or the way she spoke about it but Bugs didn't care. She had listened, she had cared enough to try it out the way Stiles had shown her. Malia had cared enough for Bugs and his family to see our help from them and Bugs was damn grateful that he was fortunate enough for her. This perfectly flawed girl with danger in her eyes and a pep in her smile had taken him entirely hostage and Bugs did not care. So he pulled her back in for another kiss, completely ignoring the books.

Malia being oblivious to his love stuck look moments ago pulled back and shook her head, "Study first, remember? So, what's the secret? Why is math impossible for me and easy for you guys?"

Bugs smirked, tapping his finger on the pink notebook she carried around, "Because we use Lydia's notes."

"Then somebody needs to give me notes on Lydia's notes, because I don't understand any of this." She huffs back, opening the book to every page, flipping through them dramatically.

"Okay." Bugs stated, realizing he had a challenge, he took the book from her hands and looked for a place to start. Maybe something he knew well enough to teach her, that seemed like a decent plan. He began looking through the notebook, finding letters and numbers, various symbols that did not, at all, look math related. His eyebrows furrowed and he asked to be sure. "Um... Lydia wrote these?"

Malia nodded her head. "Yeah. What are they?"

Bugs already went to stand, realizing that this maybe more of a Banshee thing. And where there was Lydia/Banshee related activities there was a Stiles Stilinski who knew more about it. "They're not math. STILES!"

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Round of applause for me and getting this damn chapter done guys! It was a pain in the ass omg!

Anyways can anyone guess Bugs name? I'll give you a hint it starts with a "B" and has 8 letters!

Also MUGS!! THE MUGS SHIP HAS SAILED!

Dedicated too @spellbinding
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-Ash