#whiski

A/N  :: I wrote this for JAW, and I’m scared of it and for it, but I hope at least someone enjoys... it. Okay, I rhymed a lot there without meaning to. Anyway, canon rewrite of season one and two from Stiles’ perspective with alot of Stackson, Scott & Stiles brotp, and mild character studying. Word Count  :: 77,792 Warnings  :: Kate happened. Gerard happens. There’s angst and whump and violence, but a hopeful ending. Just beware of mildly rapey things and mildly gory things because they do happen. Excerpt  :: "You think Derek's Scott's dealer?"

"Yeah," Jackson scoffs. "It's the only thing that makes sense— and even then. I know Scott's hiding something, Stiles, he's—he's cheating somehow."

"Okay," Stiles says, easy, with that glittering honey-soothe he always used to coat his voice in, when Jackson needed that, and the other boy's shoulders ease, some. "And if you figure out what he's hiding, Jax? What're you going to do then?"

"I'm going to do it, too," Jackson mumbles fiercely. "I'm going to do it better."

"Really? That's your solution? Someone else on the team gives you actual competition, maybe beats you a little, scores more points than you, you figure they must be doing drugs to accomplish this, and your first thought is: Oh, I should get on that incredibly unhealthy train, because that's a good idea."

Jackson turns toward him, mutinous and mulish, backs him up against the lockers, seething, "And what do you want me to do? Go to a therapist and, what, get fixed? There's nothing wrong with me, it's your friend who's using, I just want to level the playing field."

Theo: oh you know, everyone from Wichita to Lenexa...Vernon Boyd, Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski.

Jackson: No

Scott: So what did you get him?