Hey! Kinda... dropped off the face of the universe for a while there. Sorry 'bout that. School started and it's been a bitch.
So, this is an AU! Sterek and Scisaac story. Derek is the adoptive father of Scott and Erica Hale and they live in a world where werewolves are socially acceptable. Of course, there are groups who still disapprove (like the KKK in today's society) but they just get together and bitch about how bad werewolves are. They don't actually do anything like burn down houses anymore. (Yes, Derek's family still burned and perished. Laura's dead, too. No sassy gay-rights-activist Laura in this one. (But maybe sassy Peter...)) Have any questions or want me to elaborate the AU more, just feel free to PM me or comment.
Disclaimer, bitch: I own nothing except for the plot. All belongs to Jeff Davis. Plot bunnies own plot, I just sign the paperwork.
Derek smiled as Scott rushed upstairs to wake up his younger sister, Erica. Scott always waited on her hand and foot, the brotherly instinct just a little too strong. Any guy that looked at her had to deal with Scott and when he wanted to be, he was a pretty formidable foe. Erica was pretty aware of her brother's undying love and fully took advantage of that fact. Whenever she was too lazy to get up, she'd ask in a sugary sweet voice "Scotty?" and he would jump up. It was kind of endearing…
He laughed as Scott walked down alone. "Where's your sister?" he asked, sipping at his coffee. As if he needed to ask.
"She's still a little tired so I let her sleep for a few more minutes."
"So, champ" Derek asked as he stood, downing the few last sips in his cup. "First day of eleventh grade, you ready?"
Scott shrugged as he opened the cabinet and pulled out two packs of strawberry poptarts, one for Erica and one for himself. "I guess. You know, I'm a little nervous for the lacrosse tryouts, though."
"Don't be. You're gonna do just fine" Derek said, rinsing out his mug. He set it in the bottom of the sink to be washed later tonight. It was Erica's turn to wash the dishes… which meant Scott would be the one doing them.
Slow thumps signaled them both that Erica was up and grumpy. "Good morning, sweetie!"
A low groan and a supposedly inaudible 'Whatever' greeted him back. Enhanced hearing was a blessing when your kids were sneaking out, but a pain when they were being sarcastic snots.
"I heard that," Derek said.
Erica slowly rounded the corner, blond hair all a mess and pajamas seriously wrinkled, wearing a glare that could melt through steel and surely blow Derek's head to pieces if he wasn't used to it.
"You excited to start seventh grade?" he asked, smiling at her. It drove her crazy to no end when other people were in a good mood when she was not.
"It's too early to be excited for anything" she grumbled, taking the poptarts from the counter. She fumbled around with the packet for a few seconds before holding it out to Derek. He just chuckled at her early morning incompetence and opened the package for her. She snatched it back and carried it up to her room, ignoring the forty-five minute call.
Fifty minutes later, she came down the stairs a totally different person. A purple backpack slung over her shoulder, she walked with an authority that even Derek had to respect, considering how old she was. Scott came bounding down the stairs with an enthusiasm that his sister lacked. She had a more dismissive air, as if nothing could faze her. And not much did.
"You both ready?" Derek asked.
"I wouldn't be down her if I wasn't" Erica said with a flip of her hair.
Scott just nodded.
"Alright, I'm going to lock up, you two hop in the car."
When he got to the car, Erica sat in the front seat, fiddling with the radio while Scott was cramped in the backseat of his small car with his backpack and all his gear. "Ah, no playing with my radio, Erica. You know that."
"But I'm allowed to choose music on special occasions!" She whined, still turning the dial.
"I thought it wasn't a special occasion."
"It's my first day of high school."
"But you weren't excited earlier."
"Well, now I am."
"…Fine."
She chose a pop station, which Derek tuned out most of the ride there. Ten minutes later, they pulled into the schools parking lot, and after they got out, Derek immediately changed it back to his classic rock station.
"Don't forget, Erica, that you're riding the bus home!"
"I know, Derek!"
"Scott's not going to be riding with you-"
"Because he has lacrosse tryouts, I know!" She finished for him, trying to get away from the car. "God, you're so embarrassing!"
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Derek pulled into the driveway at 5:30, half an hour later than his normal time. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, loosening the tie he wore. It had been a long day at the animal clinic. No matter how many times he had talked to Dr. Deaton, he couldn't seem to get promoted from desk duty. The doctor kept saying "Patience is a virtue, Mr. Hale."
A woman had come in with a cat after they already had three people waiting and demanded to be next. Derek had explained as calmly as he could that that wasn't possible and she would have to wait her turn like everyone else had been doing. That's when the screeching started. Her yelling had caused one of the dogs to start barking, which got the woman's cat upset, so it started hissing in its carrier. The fact that her cat was upset got the woman even more upset, so she started yelling at the dog owner to 'shut her filthy dog the hell up.' Derek had to politely insist that the woman go to another vet, but she refused to leave and started cursing at Derek and the other customers. In the end, once Derek pretended to call the police, the woman had decided that she had wreaked enough havoc and removed herself from the premises.
"I'm home, Erica!" he called out as he stepped in the door.
"I'm in the living room!"
Derek went into the living room and loandbehold, there she was, sprawled across the couch as she watched Jersey Shore. He leaned against the door frame and asked "So, how was school?"
She paused the show and looked at him. "Eh, good, I guess."
"You guess?"
"It was really boring. Teachers basically had a fill in the blank monologue prepared and they gave us rubrics and a bunch of stuff for you to sign. But the teachers seem okay. Mr. Thomas is really funny. He sang into a spoon and told us we'd play a review game called 'The Dice Game.' But Mrs. Maddon seems kinda bitter."
"Can I see those papers?" Derek asked.
"Yup." She rummaged through her bag and found her homework folder, handing the folder to him. "They're all in there."
"Could I also have a copy of your schedule of I know what classes you can miss if I need to make a day appointment?"
"I think there's already one in there."
"Okay, I'll get these back to you in the morning, okay?"
She nodded and turned her show back on.
Derek was used to this song and dance. "I'm So-And-So, I teach Whatever 101, and I'm really excited for Put Student Name Here to be in my class!" Scott brought home a folder full every year, too. Then there were the cards for the office, the nurse, and the guidance office. Those were the worst. They forced him to find all the old medical records and shot paperwork and signify if they'd been hospitalized and all that.
Derek decided to start with the easiest and got through her schedule.
The door creaked open and Scott walked in, sweaty and flushed. "Hey, kiddo, how was practice?"
"Fine." And with that, he was upstairs.
Derek looked after him, shocked. Scott wasn't usually so dismissive. He would at least say 'hello'… Maybe he didn't make the team. Derek decided to go up and talk to him after he finished the paperwork. He started to re-read the schedule. "English, Maddon. Health/Gym Alt., Smithson. Science, Morgan. History, Thomas. French, Hardy. Lunch. Math, George. Chorus, Olsen. Study Hall, St-" Derek looked at the name for a while, but couldn't figure out how to pronounce it. "Hey, Erica?"
"Yeah?!"
"How do you say your study hall teacher's name?"
She was quiet for a few moments. "Still-in-ski! Mr. Stilinski!"
Stilinski? What the hell kind of last name was that?
Yup. Chapters will probably average out to be this length.
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And just to elaborate, Erica isn't bi-polar, she's just really grumpy in the morning, and as the day goes on, her mood improves.
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