Danny

Afterwards he'd attribute it to anything else he could. Adrenaline, worry, head trauma, even maybe just withdrawal from Adderol. It was just a flash of pain, from just his temples to the back of his head. It traveled faster than Stiles could comprehend; he just felt the dull after ache as if he'd been hit. But he hadn't. He was pretty sure he hadn't.

Derek notices that the pack is uncharacteristically well behaved, and there haven’t been any brawls or maiming caused by the usual bickering the past few weeks. He’s getting suspicious.

A 5+1 fic where practically everyone wants Stiles and Derek together, but they're both too oblivous to actually do anything about it.

Possum Springs- a quiet little former mining town out in the middle of nowhere. Few residents, poor economy, and just bustling with depression and feelings of hopelessness, it doesn't exactly sound like the place to expect to find an underground conspiracy surrounding the old mine hidden deep in the woods. But at the same time.... it is awfully strange how the residents seem to vanish without a trace. Not to mention the hooded figures that can be spotted after hours. After a while of an eerie lack of creepy and unexplained happenings, though, a small group of friends are tasked with uncovering yet another ultimate plan. But the question is: Can Mae Borowski put this Never Ending Night to a close?