Intro: I've been rewatching Dawson's Creek on Hulu, and I have an idea for a crossover.
I have written very few DC fics, but lately I've gotten an idea in my head for a crossover between that universe and Teen Wolf.
I think I'm somewhat notorious for Sterek, but this story won't be a Stiles/Derek story. In fact, Derek will be a very different kind of character in this crossover universe.
There will be various pairings between the characters of both television shows, as well as my spin on the episodes from both.
The place where the casts of Teen Wolf and Dawson's Creek live in this universe is called Cape Hill, Illinois- a fictional town I decided to place between California and Massachusetts.
Now let us go there...
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Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, and Pacey Witter exited the smelly old school bus they hoped they'd never have to ride in again.
Stiles's mother was gifting him with a Jeep, since today was his birthday, and they hoped to take that in the future.
Students were already pouring down the walkway leading to the school's front doors. Cape Hill Senior High School. Who in the world included the senior in high these days!?
Pacey hoisted his backpack onto his shoulder more firmly and turned to Stiles. The people in Cape Hill liked to joke that Stiles and Pacey really could be brothers from another mother.
"What do you think of the big bad wolf stories going around?" Pacey asked with that comical hitch in his throat.
"Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?" Stiles replied.
Pacey chuckled heartily and slapped Stiles playfully on the back.
"Come on Stilinski," he sighed. "Don't kid with me."
"Nobody kids better than you Pacey," Stiles remarked with a snort.
"Only you Stiles. Seriously though...the news said someone else reported hearing the howls."
"I heard them," Scott said mildly, fixing a stoic look in place, so that Pacey and Stiles couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
They both stumbled over themselves just as Scott expected, and Pacey looked at him with a triumphant light in his eyes.
"Really Scott man!?"
"Serious as sin," Scott remarked mysteriously, and picked up the pace to walk ahead of them. "See you at lunch. I got some business to take care of."
"Don't fall in!" Stiles called after him with a cackle, which Pacey joined in on with a snort.
Stiles and Pacey passed the lockers in the main hall, joking among themselves, while various students shot them interested or annoyed looks. They were something of the school clowns...
However, just then, Pacey noticed his best friend Dawson looking their way. Dawson's eyes widened as Pacey's gaze caught him, and he fiddled with his locker like it was interesting.
Pacey fell in next to him with a leap, while Stiles folded his arms, deciding to observe.
"What's eatin' ya Dawson?" Pacey asked.
"There's a new girl," Dawson muttered, still looking straight at his locker with something like a puzzled frown. "Have you seen her?"
"Sure I will soon enough," Pacey shrugged. "Word travels fast around here."
"At any rate," Stiles said, deciding to jump in. "Lydia would probably know. What Lydia knows, I can find out..."
Dawson eyed Stiles with a firey look of dislike.
"Is that so Stiles?" Dawson rounded on him, biting out his name. "Like your girlfriend Lydia told everyone I was a virgin!?"
"She isn't my girlfriend," Stiles denied, while Dawson's scowl became more pronounced. "Lydia Martin wouldn't date me in a million years Dawson!"
A twitch worked at the edges of Dawson's jaw, while Pacey placed a calming hand on his back.
"Come on Dawson," Pacey sighed. "Cut Stiles a break."
Dawson closed his eyes and exhaled.
"I'm sorry Stiles," he managed.
"All cool man," Stiles assured him with a wink, and Dawson actually laughed at his antics.
"The new girl," Dawson said, and paused thoughtfully. "She talked to me, so don't bother with Lydia. Her name's Jen Lindley. Says she's from Chicago."
"Girl from Chi-town?" Pacey remarked with interest. "Maybe she's easy..."
Dawson sighed.
"Pacey really. Knock it off..."
"Yeah Pacey!" Stiles echoed in a falsetto voice, and Dawson gave him a dirty look.
However, just then the bell rang, and they each headed off to separate homerooms.
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By lunch time, Stiles and Pacey had both seen the new girl for themselves. She'd been forced to introduce herself in classes they'd both sat in.
"She isn't my type," Stiles replied to something Pacey said, raising his milk to his lips.
"Hey whatever man," Pacey replied. "Personally I'd love to get underneath that bra strap..."
"Pacey!" Dawson exclaimed with a scandalized glance. "Really man!?"
"Hey look," Pacey retorted casually. "All I'm saying is that girl has a fine set of..."
"Knockers?" Stiles suggested with a grin, waggling his eyebrows at his fellow jester. "Ho-hos..."
"Guys!" Dawson exclaimed with a disbelieving look at their lack of scruples.
Pacey and Stiles glanced at one another knowingly.
"Right," Pacey said, picking at his mac and cheese with his fork. "Better stop..."
"Yeah," Stiles added dramatically. "Before Dawson has a cow..."
"Very funny Stiles" Dawson snapped, rolling his eyes for effect.
"I thought it was," Stiles muttered to his plate, raising a forkful of chicken to his mouth, and they dropped it.
However, Dawson didn't join them in eating. He was still a little broody, and his scan of the cafeteria informed him of Joey heading their way with her tray.
Joey Potter was his other best friend- if one could have two...
She'd been sneaking in and out of his bedroom window for the past ten years, as his elderly neighbor Mrs. Ryan liked to tell anyone that would listen.
"Got room for me?" Joey asked, taking a seat next to Pacey.
Pacey sniffed dramatically and didn't look up from his tray. He and Joey had a rather rocky relationship at the best of times.
"What's up Joey?" Dawson asked.
"I hate that new girl," Joey complained. "She has this scandalous sex history back in Chicago that Abby Morgan has already managed to wring out of her. Like I want to hear about it!"
"I'd like to hear about it," Stiles remarked.
Joey rolled her eyes.
"I'm surprised it wasn't Lydia that got that juicy bit of gossip," she went on. "Its either Abby or Lydia though, isn't it? Predictable..."
"Lydia is nothing like Abby," Stiles spoke up.
"Oh yes Stiles," Joey rounded on him. "Defend her! Think that'll get you in her pants?"
"Who said I want in her pants?" Stiles denied, looking really clueless.
"Half the school thinks you do," Joey muttered, and started picking at her green beans.
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Scott McCall did another rep with the weights he kept in his bedroom. It was his way of taking his mind off of things.
He hadn't been lying at school. He really had heard howling...
The setting sun cast its orange glow over his bed, which he hopped into, deciding to take a break by reading.
He tried to absorb the first few words he looked at, but a drawn out wolf's howl broke his focus. The sound sent a shiver down his back.
His head jerked up and he glanced out his bedroom window toward the thick wood at the town's outskirts.
The Cape Hill Preserve...
Why did he think the howling would be coming from there?
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"You're sure?" Pacey asked into his cell phone receiver, sounding skeptical.
"Yes I'm sure," Stiles's voice said on the other end of the line. "I heard the report come over my dad's radio at dinner, and he said he had to go. Someone found a body..."
"Naturally my dad wouldn't have told me a peep," Pacey sighed.
Stiles and Pacey's fathers both worked for the police department, but Stiles's dad was chief.
If anything happened, Stiles was the one who could be counted on to know about it.
"My mom won't like it if we try to go," Stiles muttered from the other end.
"Go where?" Pacey asked curiously.
"The preserve obviously. Pick you up in fifteen?"
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About forty minutes later the three of them: Stiles, Pacey, and Scott- were headed to the preserve in Stiles's shiny new Jeep.
"I told my mom we were going to the mall," Stiles told them, focusing carefully on the road. "I feel kinda guilty, since she's the one that got me this thing."
"And you're sure its a body?" Scott asked for about the third time now.
"Yes Scott," Stiles sighed. "Unless I'm now hearing things, its a body..."
The Jeep turned onto the preserve road, which Stiles really didn't like being on at night, truth be told. Pacey had talked him into this...
Finally, the woods became too dense for him to see the narrow dirt road by night, even with headlights, and he pulled the Jeep over.
"This is where we park her," Stiles told them, killing the engine. "Flashlights are in the glove box."
They all took a flashlight and set off into the densely overgrown preserve.
"Why's there no cop cars?" Pacey wondered aloud.
"I took us another way," Stiles muttered.
"We should split up," Scott suggested. "We'll never find the body this way."
Stiles frowned, which they couldn't see in the darkness.
"Not sure that's a good idea at night Scott. There could be a killer on the loose."
"So why come to look for a body?" Scott pressed him.
"Well duh," Stiles remarked. "I gotta show my dad I could be investigator material some day. He still wants me to be a god damn lawyer."
"He would make a pretty poor lawyer," Pacey pointed out. "Guy has no filter..."
"And your filter is just world class," Stiles said sarcastically.
However, it was too quiet in the last few moments. Stiles and Pacey should have realized...
It was about then they realized a third flashlight beam was missing.
They fell quiet and heard Scott's footfalls nearby, but becoming more distant.
"Hey Scott!" Stiles shouted. "I'm leaving your ass! Just so you know..."
Scott however, kept running, knowing fully well Stiles wouldn't leave him.
He ran so fast, it took him a minute to notice he was running up a hill.
He looked back, but the road was now some ways behind him.
His eyes took in what he could see by the full moon's light. At least this appeared to be a clearing, and he didn't like it...
He thought he heard steps nearby in the thicket, and cast his flashlight around nervously.
Now he definitely heard footsteps!
He turned to flee, and something jumped out at him. It looked like a man concealed in the shadows, but he was on all fours, and his eyes were glowing an angry blood red.
"Who's there!?" Scott demanded frantically, stepping back, tumbling over a large branch.
He rolled down the hill a few feet, and smacked his face clean into the dirt.
"Ow!"
Something very close to him now growled like a large dog. He tried to stand, and it tackled him.
Those terrible red eyes were above him, boring into his, and it had saliva-dripping fangs.
"No!" Scott flailed uselessly.
It dipped in a flash, and sank sharp canines into his neck.
Scott cried out with a pain like he'd never known...
Suddenly the thing was off of him, and he could hear its retreating footsteps.
"Scott!" Stiles called, and shined his flashlight on Scott.
The beam illuminated a large bite mark, that was already red like it was infected.
"It bit me," Scott gasped in pain, and rubbed at the bite.
"Found the body!" Pacey said suddenly, bounding onto the scene.
Stiles eyed him, mouth open in fright and fear. This had all gotten way out of hand...
"Where Pacey?" he whispered.
"Through those bushes," Pacey said, shining his light on a thick undergrowth at the hill's base.
Scott gasped in pain, as he managed to crawl to his feet. The wound burned white hot, and his fingers shot to the bite with a pained hiss.
"Guys I need to get this checked."
"Yeah I know," Stiles agreed, trying not to sound frantic. "Come on guys! I'll bring my dad here later."
And with that the three boys headed back to Stiles's Jeep.
Whatever had bitten Scott had seemingly disappeared into the night...