Teen Wolf: My Simulation System

In the locker room after school.

Asher walked in while on the phone with Sage.

"You said what now? I couldn't hear you," he said, balancing his phone between his shoulder and ear as he opened his locker.

"I said should I join the cheerleading team. Is there something wrong with that?" Sage asked, sounding confused.

"No, I just didn't know you were into cheer," Asher replied, setting his phone down on the bench and pulling off his shirt.

"I wasn't… until now," Sage said.

"Oh? What made you start liking cheer?" he asked as he started putting on his gear.

"Reasons. Anyway, where are you? I've been sitting on these bleachers for like ten minutes."

"I'll be out in a minute, I'm almost done," Asher said, tightening one of the straps.

"Kay, just hurry up," she said before hanging up.

Asher looked at his phone, let out a small sigh, and muttered, "What's she rushing for?" Then he shook his head and laughed to himself. "Women."

Stiles came up to Asher and grabbed his arm, pulling him quickly.

"Bro, Asher, you gotta hear this dude."

"Hear what? What happened?" Asher asked, confused as he stumbled along. They stopped in front of Scott, who was just sitting there staring into space.

"Scott, tell him what you just told me," Stiles said, nudging him.

Scott looked up. "Asher, you remember the hunters from last night?"

"Yeah, of course I remember them. Why?"

"The main one… he's Allison's dad," Scott said.

Asher paused. "So the one that shot me is Allison's pops?" Scott nodded.

"Interesting."

"Interesting? He shot you, man!" Scott said, frustrated.

"And you too," Stiles added, then noticed both of them looking at him. "Ahem, just saying," he mumbled before whistling awkwardly.

"Scott, it healed already. Even though I couldn't sleep much because of it, it's fine now," Asher said, then added before Scott could speak again, "But… if it had been silver, that would've been a whole other story."

Asher's eyes glowed yellow for a second, then faded back to normal.

"…That was cool," Stiles muttered.

"Anyway, we've gotta go. You both should get ready," Asher said, turning around and walking off.

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On the lacrosse field

Asher stepped into the line.

"Alright boys, today we'll be doing one on ones. Jackson, you're guarding the goal and goalie. Cain, you're up first. Go!" Coach blew his whistle.

Asher spun his crosse stick once, then burst forward. He faked left and Jackson reacted. Asher stopped cold, threw a sharp head fake to the right, and juked hard. Jackson stumbled, one foot slipping slightly. He almost fell but caught himself with a grunt.

Asher surged forward again, took two quick steps, then without hesitation, wound up and slung the ball low. It zipped straight through Jackson's legs and hit the net clean.

Jackson turned and stared at the goal.

"Better luck next time, Jack," Asher said with a smirk as he walked off.

Jackson gritted his teeth.

A few more players took their turns, then it was Scott's.

On his first try, Jackson slammed into him and knocked him flat on his back.

Scott's eyes flickered yellow.

The second time, he dashed in with more control, trucked Jackson, and sent him falling to the ground. Jackson hit hard and didn't get up right away, everyone started surrounding him.

Scott dropped to his knees, breathing heavily. His hands went to his head like it was splitting open.

"Scott. Scott!" Stiles shouted as he ran over.

Asher followed behind, knelt next to him, and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Scott. You need to calm down."

Scott's breathing slowed a little, but his eyes were still glowing.

"If you don't, everyone at this school is going to find out you're a werewolf," Asher whispered.

Scott blinked and clenched his jaw.

"Stiles, take him to the locker room," Asher said as he stood up.

Stiles nodded and helped Scott up, guiding him off the field.

As Stiles was rushing Scott off the field, Daren stood quietly on the sidelines, watching everything unfold. Asher walked up to him.

"You're not gonna help them?" Derek asked.

"Just like you, I'm gonna let him work it out himself this time. He needs to learn how to control it," Asher said, taking his helmet off and continued "but we'll have to help him eventually though."

"I'll see you around," Asher added before turning and walking off.

When Asher reached Sage.

"You did good today. Hurry up and go change so we can leave," Sage said as she sat down.

"Okay, okay," Asher chuckled and then turned toward the locker room. When he walked in, he saw Stiles and Scott breathing hard.

"The hell's wrong with you two?" he said, laughing.

"Scott just tried to kill me, man. Where were you when I needed help?" Stiles said.

"Well obviously Scott doesn't want to listen and calm his nerves, so I let him figure this one out on his own."

"Which almost got me killed, without that extinguisher," Stiles said.

"Yeah yeah. I gotta go. Call me if you need me." With that being said, Asher went on, took a quick shower, changed, and left with Sage.

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15 minutes later Sage and Asher reached her house.

Asher knocked on the door and Daren yelled, "It's open, come in."

Asher opened the door and saw Daren sitting on the couch watching TV.

"The food's almost done. Asher, come sit," Daren said, patting the cushion next to him.

"I was planning on it," Asher said as he sat down, with Sage sitting right after him.

"So, Asher, or should I say Ash, let's have that talk," Daren said, crossing one foot over the other.

"The dad and daughter's guy friend talk?" Asher asked, raising an eyebrow. He thought they already had that talk.

"Exactly," Daren said.

"Dad!" Sage said.

"Calm down. We already had a 'talk' before. What's the problem this time?" Daren said, smirking.

"About what?" Sage asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Ahem. Man talk. Now let us talk, Sage," Daren said, waving her away.

She looked at both of them, then walked off.

"Alright, Asher, we're setting rules," Daren said, crossing his arms.

"Okay?"

"First off, there will be no touching, kissing, or any type of flirting in this house," Daren said.

"Dad, what are you talking about!" Sage shouted from around the corner.

"Second, Asher, you keep a three foot distance from her at all times."

"Third, there will be no sexual activity in my house or any house, for that matter."

'Ah, damn' Asher thought.

"Alright, that's it, right?"

"No. There will be no eye contact between you two either," Daren said, raising his voice so Sage could hear.

"Dad, see, now you're just being unfair," Sage said, walking back into the living room.

"Calm down. I was just joking. Just don't do anything over the top and you're good. Go on upstairs. I'll call you both down when the food's done," Daren said, waving them away.

As Asher and Sage were walking up the stairs, he yelled, "Also, keep the door open."

"He acts like we were gonna do something," Asher muttered.

As they went into Sage's room, the first thing Asher noticed was the scent. It smelled like… girl. Sweet, clean, and soft. He didn't know how else to describe it. And the look of the room matched. It wasn't pink or anything cliché, but it was definitely a girl's room. Neat, with little decorations here and there, candles on a shelf, and a blanket tossed just right on the bed.

"Okay so what are we doing?" Asher asked as he wandered around the room, glancing at the bookshelf, her desk, and a few pictures on the wall.

"Movie or game?" Sage said, plopping down on the bed and patting the space beside her.

"Umm, definitely game," Asher said with a smile after he thought for a while, and as he turned to face her. "I would probably fall asleep watching a movie anyway"

Sage rolled her eyes and laughed. "Alright then, grab the controllers. They're on the table over there."

Asher walked over, picked up the controllers, and handed one to her before sitting down next to her. She grabbed the TV remote and flipped it to the right HDMI.

"Okay, do you want to play the shooting game or the fighting game first?" she asked, now sitting crisscrossed on the bed, her focus on the screen.

"Why don't we start with the fighting game?" Asher said, settling in. "Then we can switch to the shooting game once I've won a few rounds."

Sage snorted. "Oh, please. I'm going to embarrass you."

"You sure about that?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Absolutely. No mercy," Sage said with a grin as she clicked into the game.

"Alright then. Don't cry when you lose," Asher teased.

"I could say the same to you," she shot back, grinning wider.

Twenty minutes later.

"How are you so good? You must be cheating or something," Sage said, tossing the controller on the bed in frustration.

"I'm not that good. You're just bad," Asher said with a teasing grin as he set his controller down and stood up, stretching his arms over his head. "Anyway, I think your father just called us down for the food."

"Really? I didn't hear him," Sage said, scratching her head.

"Yeah, you were too focused on trying to beat me. Come on," Asher said, already heading out the room. Sage rolled her eyes but followed behind him.

When they reached the dinner table, Daren was already sitting there, casually reading a newspaper. The plates were set neatly on the table, and the smell of lasagna filled the room.

"Those glasses are real dad like, Daren," Asher joked as he sat down across from him.

"Yeah well, I have to be dad like, am I right?" Daren replied, glancing over the top of the paper before taking a sip from his glass of red wine.

"More like nerdy," Sage muttered as she slid into her seat.

"This lasagna smells amazing," Asher said as he took his first bite. He paused, clearly impressed. "This is probably the best lasagna I've had in my life."

"Yeah, I get that a lot," Daren said with a small smile, clearly proud of his cooking.

The three of them ate in peaceful silence for a while. Occasionally, someone would throw in a short comment or a quiet chuckle, but it was mostly quiet. About twenty minutes later, Asher stood up and grabbed his things, ready to leave.

"Alright, Sage I'll see you. Daren, I'll see you around," Asher said as he stepped toward the door.

Sage gave him a full hug without hesitation, and Asher blinked in surprise before returning the hug, holding her for just a moment longer than expected.

"Hey hey, I'm right here, you know," Daren said, puffing slightly as he watched from the side. "Damn kids," he muttered, turning away and pretending to focus on the dishes.

"Alright. See you, Asher," Sage said with a smile as he opened the door.

"Later, Sage," Asher said with a small wave before stepping out and gently closing the door behind him.

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Asher finally reached his house.

He stepped in front of the door, then stopped. Something felt off.

He focused his hearing inside the apartment and picked up on three heartbeats.

What the hell? he thought, as his nails extended and sharpened instinctively.

He took a breath and unlocked the door. As soon as he stepped into the dark apartment, eyes glowing gold, a silver arrow hit the wall right next to him. Asher rolled to his left without hesitation.

Another hunter popped up from behind the couch and fired another silver arrow. Asher ducked, the arrow slicing through the air and brushing the top of his hair. He dashed straight at the hunter and backhanded him, sending him flying over the couch. The hunter slammed into the wall and slumped, unconscious.

Asher heard the clack of another arrow being loaded. He dove across the living room, leapt onto the wall, used the window ledge for a boost, and sprang off.

Two more arrows ripped through the air, barely missing where he had been mid jump.

He landed behind the first hunter who had shot at him and swept his legs out from under him. The man hit the ground hard. As he tried to raise his crossbow, Asher twisted his wrist and slammed it into the wall, forcing him to drop it. A sharp punch to the temple knocked the hunter out cold.

The last hunter fired again. Asher dodged, but the arrow exploded into the wall, spraying debris and splinters everywhere. The hunter reloaded quickly, but not fast enough.

Asher dropped down on all fours and launched forward like a missile.

He barreled into the last hunter, knocking the crossbow away. The man tried to throw a punch, but Asher caught it midair, twisted until he heard a snap, then followed up with a sharp elbow to the jaw. He finished it with a clawed uppercut to the ribs, knocking him out cold.

Asher stood up, breathing heavily.

"Huff… huff… shit," he muttered, glancing around the apartment. He spotted a bag the hunters had brought, filled with rope.

"Good thing they brought some rope, eh?" he said with a tired smile.

He grabbed a knife, cut the rope into three sections, then tied up all three hunters and sat them upright on the couch.

Asher pulled out his phone and called Derek.

(If your wondering how he got his number, plot.)

"Hello?" Asher said.

"Yes?" Derek replied.

"Uhh, well I just got home from an exhausting day and got ambushed by three hunters. I've got them tied up, but I don't know what to do with them."

"Okay. I'll be there," Derek said before hanging up immediately.

Not even ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Asher opened it and saw Derek standing there.

"Where are they? Are you good?" Derek asked, scanning Asher up and down.

"I'm straight. You might wanna check on them though," Asher said, nodding toward the three unconscious men on his couch.

"Right. So how'd you beat them? I mean, taking down three hunters without getting touched is pretty impressive," Derek said, walking over.

"Experience," Asher replied. Technically, he wasn't lying.

"Mmm. Okay," Derek said, stopping in front of the couch.

"So what do we do with them?"

"Well, we kill them, obviously," Derek said flatly.

"What?" Asher looked at him, shocked.

"They tried to kill you, right? That makes this self defense."

Asher froze. "Derek, I'm not ready to kill. I've barely even seen-"

Derek cut him off.

"Asher, this is the second time they've tried to kill you. And frankly, I don't care if you're ready or not. You asked me what to do, and I gave you my answer. If you don't end it now, they'll just keep coming. Next time, they won't come alone. And they won't miss."

Asher stayed silent, his eyes on the floor.

"Look, if you don't want to do it, then I will," Derek said. His eyes glowed blue as he stepped forward, claws extended.

But before he could move any closer, Asher stepped in front of him.

"Wait… I'll do it."