DISLCAIMER: If it's recognizable from MTV's Teen Wolf, it isn't mine.
"Suspect just ran into the Ironworks-" Chris Argent's voice came through the phone.
"Wait, wait, wait." Kate Argent cut across. "On foot?"
"Yeah, near the Ironworks." Her brother's voice came through again.
"Running?"
"Yes. Running." Chris hung up. Kate pulled the phone away from her ear, looking at the Camaro in front of her confusedly. "If he's on foot then... Who the hell's driving his car?"
- Fell For You -
"Faster?" Scott questioned. Charlie looked back through the window, before turning to nod at Stiles. "Much faster." Stiles replied and Scott pushed his foot down even more, the Camaro picking up speed.
"Hey Scott, I don't think you're really grasping the concept of a car chase, here." Stiles stated as he glanced past Charlie to the vehicle behind them.
"If I go faster, I'll kill us." Scott attempted, but Stiles came back quickly. "Well if you don't go faster, they're gonna kill us!" He snapped. Charlie groaned, running a hand over her face. "Just floor it!" She shouted. Scott hesitated, if only for a second, before slamming his foot down on the pedal.
The light from the headlights, behind them, was gone after a few moments. Charlie looked back once more. "Guys, they're gone."
Stiles sounded a bit shocked as he repeated what she said. "They're gone..." He pulled out the police radio he'd stolen so he could listen to what was going on with his dad and the rest of the police. "All units, suspect is on foot, heading into the Ironworks." His dad's voice rang out.
"Get to the Ironworks!" Charlie shouted and Scott made a sharp right. They arrived faster than Charlie had actually hoped for, although she'd never admit it, and as soon as the car stopped, Stiles jumped out, while as she moved over. "Get in!" He shouted at Derek Hale. Behind the older werewolf one could find Chris Argent, firing every bullet he had at said werewolf.
Derek jumped in, and Scott punched the gas yet again, getting the group the hell out of there.
"What part of laying low don't you understand?!" Scott shouted at the 22 year old that now occupied the passenger's seat. The only reply he was graced with was an angry "Damnit, I had him!"
"Who? The Alpha?" The inquiry came from both Stiles and Charlie as they squeezed between the two front seats to get a proper look at Derek. "Yes! He was right in front of me, then the freakin' police showed up."
Charlie tried to stop him, but she was too late. Stiles immediately went to his dad's defense. "Woah, hey, they're just doing their jobs-"
Upon seeing the evil look Derek was giving him, Stiles and Charlie both promptly moved back into the backseat. "Yeah. Thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state." He snapped, now looking at Scott.
"Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake! I get it!" Was Scott's reply.
"Alright!" Stiles spazzed, cutting off the impending argument, before looking at Derek. "How did you find him?" Charlie squeezed up between the seats with him to take a look at the older of the two werewolves in the car, who simply looked at them for a moment, before shaking his head and turning away.
"Can you try and trust us for at least half a second?" Scott tried, his voice holding a slightly exasperated tone.
"Yeah, all three of us." Charlie cut in. Then Derek gave the two behind him another evil look, and the they leaned back again, whilst Stiles said "Or just him. We'll be back here."
"Look, the last time I talked to my sister she was close to figuring something out." He finally explained. "She found two things. First was a guy named Harris."
Stiles and Charlie both shot forward again. "Our Chemistry teacher?" Stiles stared at him.
"Why him?" Scott asked. "I don't know yet." Derek replied and Scott spoke again. "What's the second thing?"
Derek pulled out a picture. Charlie frowned as she tried to remember just where she'd seen it before.
"It's a kind of symbol." Derek explained, holding it so the three could see it.
Scott made a noise, sounding quite uncomfortable as he did and Derek looked at him. "What? You know what this is?"
"I've... Seen it... On a necklace..." The younger werewolf explained slowly, still sounding incredibly uncomfortable. Charlie straightened as she realized where she'd seen it before, but Scott voiced it before she could. "Allison's necklace."
Charlie groaned, leaning back. "How the hell are we suppposed to get that?"
- Fell For You -
"This is gonna be impossible, ya know."
"Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?"
"Because that'll go over beautifully, won't it Stiles? 'Hey, Allison, I know we broke up and all, but I was just wondering if I could borrow your necklace? We need to see what connection it has to the Alpha that me, Stiles and Charlie are currently trying to hunt down alongside Derek Hale. Ya know, that fugitive that threatened our lives not too long ago? So get this, he's not actually a fugitive, he's a werewolf and so am I-'"
Scott shoved his friend, cutting her off. Stiles stuck his tongue out at her.
"You're not helping." The werewolf sighed. "She won't talk to me. What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower, or something?"
"That's why you ease back into it, okay?" Stiles stated, stopping his friends and stepping in front of them to face Scott properly. "Get back on her good side, remind her of the good times. And then you ask for her necklace."
Scott was silent, a small smile making his way onto his face and Charlie frowned. Was he...?
Stiles clapped him on the shoulder. "You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you?"
"Yeah..." Charlie rolled my eyes at her best friend's reply. Of course he was.
"Alright." Stiles reached forward and placed his hand on Scott's shoulder. "Stay focused. Okay? Get the necklace. Get the Alpha. Get cured. Get Allison back. In that order, got it?" And with that, Stiles made his way off. Charlie looked at Scott, readjusting the books in her arms. "Whatever you do: don't fuck up." She stated seriously. With that, she winked and made her way off.
"You're so helpful, Charlie!" Scott shouted after her. She grinned.
Charlie was headed toward her locker when she saw another girl there. Then she remembered why there was another girl there. She had requested to have her locker moved.
Why? Her original locker had been next to Matt Daehler's and whilst Matt Daehler was cute, she got bad vibes every time she was around the guy. Really bad vibes.
So she'd gotten it moved. She sighed, before opening the notebook in her hands and pulling out the paper slip kept in there. It stated her new locker and new combination. With that, Charlie turned the corner, heading down a different hall as she attempted to find her new locker.
"620... 622... 624... 626... Oof!" Charlie squeaked as, suddenly, she hit a wall, stumbling and dropping her books in the process. She probably would've followed the same path her books had taken, if the wall hadn't reached out and grabbed her- Wait, what?
Charlie looked up at her savior. Most definitely not a wall.
Rather than a wall, she'd hit a boy, approximately her age. He was tall. He was cute. And he had the most gorgeous blue eyes she'd seen in her life.
"I-I-I'm so sorry." He apologized instantly upon helping her straighten up. Charlie shook her head. "Oh, no it was my fault. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."
"Here, let me." The boy moved to kneel and collect the books, at the same time as Charlie. There was a collision of heads, and they both jumped back instantly. The guy's cheeks flushed crimson and Charlie gave a small laugh.
"They're mine, I'll-"
"No, seriously-"
Bump.
"Ouch!"
"Jeez..."
Again. They'd bumped heads again. He held a hand out in an attempt to stop her. "I'll get them." He stated, before leaning down and picking up her books. Charlie smiled and accepted them as he stood again. "Y-You're Charlie." He observed, handing them back. "Charlie Roman." She smiled and nodded as she tried to dig through her brain. Where, precisely, had she seen his face before?
And then it struck her. He was on the lacrosse team. She went to every practice. Coach Finstock didn't mind her being there - especially since her best friends and her brother were all star players. (Well, Scott and Calum were. Stiles was a different story...)
What is his name? Where had she seen those blue eyes before?
He was in some of her classes too. A lot of them, actually. He normally kept to himself and never really spoke unless he was spoken to.
"Isaac." Charlie said suddenly. "You're Isaac Lahey, right?" And to her complete and utter joy, he nodded, looking a bit shocked and confused that she actually knew his name. "I've seen you playing during lacrosse practice. I always go, 'cause Scott and Stiles are on the team, and we always hang out afterwards." She answered the unspoken question.
"Y-Yeah, I've seen you." He nodded, a small smile stretching across his cute face.
What? So she couldn't get over how cute he was. Sue her.
"Hey, uh, do you know where locker... 630 is?" She questioned, holding up the small slip of paper. He blinked for a moment, before nodding. "It's, uh, the one right next to mine." He informed her, pointing to the locker to the right of his own.
"Oh..." Charlie's cheeks flushed red. She felt somewhat stupid for not realizing it was right there. She moved around him and, after struggling with the new combination, opened it, emptying all of her currently unnecessary books and such into it, and keeping the necessities.
"Can I, uhm, ask why you're only just now looking for your locker?" He inquired, turning to look at her again as he shut his own locker. Charlie shut her own and looked at him. "I had it moved." She explained. "Wasn't comfortable with who my old one was by." He nodded in understanding and she smiled. The warning bell rang then. "Better get to first period, eh? Wouldn't wanna be late." Charlie laughed and he smiled. "I'll see you later, Isaac." She half-waved, even though he was right in front of her, before she turned and hurried down the hall, meeting up with Stiles who was just outside the classroom.
"Who were you just talking to?" He asked. "Isaac Lahey." Was her reply. He frowned as he absorbed her answer. "Isn't he on the lacrosse team?"
"Yeah, he is. He's in a lot of our classes too."
He looked confused. "Oh..."
Charlie rolled her eyes. "Oh, the ever unobservant Stiles."
He made a face and she laughed. "Shut up, Charlie."
Hello! If this looks familiar, that's probably because it's an edited repost of my old fic Heart Attack. I've given this fic a lot of thought and decided I'm going to turn it into a series. This particular section of the series is Book One - Fell For You. It will cover the latter bits of season one, and all of season two.
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I've got a lot of ideas and plans for this fic and I can't wait to share them will all of you.
Review, maybe?
- Becky Xxx