++++++ Since Teen Wolf happens to be my crack right now I couldn't help but start this. It's inspired by a bit of art I found of a wolf and an angel.
I really hope you enjoy cause this is giving me a bit of the giggles.
I do not own ++++++
One
"You know one of these days Derek's gonna really hurt you if you call him Sourwolf again." Scott McCall looked sideways at the chilled figure of his best friend Stiles Stilinski who had the biggest smirk on his face. "I'm serious, dude!" The werewolf and his friend were coming home from one shitty Lacrosse training session where the coach had made them train in the rain, both were soaked through to the bone except Stiles was the only one who was cold.
Stiles brushed him off with a well-placed wave. "It's just a harmless bit of fun, Scott, no harm done. Now would you pay attention to the road? I'm too pretty to die cause you can't drive on the wet road." He let his head flop to the side with a smirk, when he turned his head to face the road, Stiles screamed. "SCOTT STOP THE CAR!"
Scott slammed his foot on the break, the car managing to stop just before he hit the lump of something on the road. The two boys sat in the car breathing heavily, the rain hitting the car in thick heavy drops before they looked to each other and scrambled out of the car. The jagged rain hit them head on, Stiles shivered at the sudden changed in temperature but managed to keep up with Scott as they ran over to see what it was. The werewolf rolled the bundle over and gasped when he saw the woman wrapped in the bundle of cloth. "Stiles go back to the car and call 911."
"Scott!" Stiles whispered, starting at the girl, she was about their age with flaming red hair which was startling enough because he'd never seen that colour before on anyone, but what truly got him was the fact that she had a pair of large black feathered splayed out behind her. "Scott, she's got wings," he blurted out making the werewolf jump to his feet. The water around her had a reddish hew from all the blood.
Scott ran his hands through his hair. "Ah-Derek's loft is closer. Help me get her in the back of the Jeep." Together Scott and Stiles managed to pick the girl up and get her into the Jeep, her wings adding great difficulty to the task at hand, whatever bundle she was wrapped in, underneath Stiles had the discomfort of finding out she was naked when he brushed his hand against her boob.
Once they were back in the Jeep, Stiles tried calling Derek to let him know they were coming only they got his voicemail. The alpha was going to absolutely love it when they showed up on his doorstep with Hawk Girl in tow. The rain was still falling when the teenagers arrived at the loft, they struggled to get the girl out of the back of the Jeep but managed to do so, given her wings, Scott had to drape her over his back and ignore the annoyance of her wing hitting him in the head. Stiles came up behind her just in case Scott dropped her.
Seeing the door to the loft, Stiles ran in front of Scott and bashed on the door three times. Moments later the door was wrenched open, the alpha of their pack, Derek Hale stood there without a shirt, blood dripping from his arm. He looked about ready to shout at the teenage boys but stopped when he saw the girl draped over Scott's shoulder. "What the hell is this?" he blurted out after he stepped aside to let them in.
"We found her on the road," Scott answered. "Where can I put her?" When Derek indicated his bed, the young beta carefully put the winged girl on the bed and pulled the wet clothe over her just in time for Deaton to come out of the bathroom with some medical supplies. "Deaton?! I was just gonna call you."
Derek grunted something about a hunter's bullet as the druid emissary came over to the bed. "Where did you find her?" Scott repeated his story to his boss and watched as he started checking her over. Carefully he peeled away the wet sheets and sighed. "Derek can you get me a knife, some oil and a lighter?"
"Why?"
"She's got bleeding wounds that will need to be sealed," Deaton answered, "and I didn't bring any thread. And I'm going to need you to hold her shoulders." Scott and Stiles stayed out of their way, hovering off to the side near the couch, the girl didn't even flinch or scream as Deaton sealed her wounds-there were seven in total. Between Deaton and Derek, the two managed blindly to manoeuvre the girl onto a dry set of sheets before the vet made a note to come by in the morning. Her black wings were dropping over the side of the bed, every so often they'd twitch but there was no movement from her.
Eventually Derek shooed Stiles and Scott from the loft, telling them to come back in the morning.
When morning came, there was still no movement from the girl in Derek's bed. When the two teenagers got there in the morning, Derek looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep and Deaton had already been there and gone. Luckily it was a Saturday and they had been planning a pack training day however given the current situation, they doubted it would happen.
"Any movement?" Scott asked, hovering over the sleeping figure. Derek shook his head but stayed quiet. "I texted Lydia this morning and she said she was gonna have a look at see what she can find on girls with wings. That was before she screamed and said she wanted to come over and have a look. I think she was gonna drag Jackson along to have a look and bring her some clothes to wear." Scott turned and walked away from the bed only to have something suddenly lash out and grab him. He turned ready for an attack only to find a set of the brightest blue eyes looking out at him. "DEREK!" he shouted.
Derek and Stiles came over as Scott helped the girl sit up. "What's your name?" was the first thing Derek asked, very tactful their alpha was. She looked at Derek, the two werewolves could smell the fear and confusion rolling off her in waves making Derek sigh. "Maybe we could get something to eat and then you can tell us your name?"
She looked at Derek and nodded, her wings twitching behind her. "Can you walk?" he asked, when she shook her head, Derek picked her up, making her squeal, she clutched at his shirt and held onto it for grim death as he carried her into the kitchen with the two teens following him.
Derek sat her down in one of the chairs and started pulling out stuff to make breakfast whilst he thought about what the heck they were gonna do with her?
"Can you tell us your name?" Scott tried again.
"A-A-A-" she tried to say, eventually giving up and looking down at the table.
"So her name starts with an A?" Stiles asked. "Well we can go through all the A names and see what we come up with-or we can give her a name?"
"Allison?"
"We already have an Allison. Amy?"
"She doesn't look like an Amy-what about Astrid?"
"She's not a puppy you can just name," Derek growled as he made some food. "Alyssa." He turned around with a plate full of food and stopped at the smile she had on her face as she swayed a little in her seat.
"Alyssa?" Scott and Stiles repeated. She nodded and the two of them sighed. "Alyssa it is. Lys for short. "
The newly named Alyssa jumped when a plate of toast was slapped down on the table in front of her. She smiled shyly at Derek and picked up the toast like she wasn't sure what to do with it. "You eat it," Stiles told her, "put it in your mouth and bite down, then chew, don't forget to chew, that's important."
Alyssa picked up the toast and very slowly did what Stiles had suggested before smiling at him as she ate.
Stiles grinned. "So-introductions. I'm Stiles, this is Scott and the brooding wolf over there is Derek." One by one she looked at them as she nibbled on her toast, her eyes looking them over, taking in everything she could about them.
"Thank you Stiles."
Stiles laughed. "So you can talk? Do you remember your name?"
She blushed and shook her head. "I-I can remember-words-string them together and-and you can make a sentence…I can remember pain…so much pain…" Her wings tensed and seemed to relax a little more as she herself relaxed.
"She needs to have a shower before Lydia gets here," Scott suggested once Alyssa had finished her third piece of toast. The girl was currently now up on her shaky legs observing the stove like she was trying to figure out how it worked which was incredibly odd, even for the supernatural world they lived in.
"Does she know how the shower works?" Stiles asked making Derek and Scott suddenly looked incredibly awkward and utterly uncomfortable. He rolled his eyes. "Okay…I can make this work…Alyssa-Im'ma gonna show you how to use the shower."
A lot of trial and error later, Stiles was now standing out in the living room partially wet whilst the pack of pups bombarded Derek with questions about the girl Scott and Stiles had found. Lydia was standing by Jackson clutching a bag that shouldn't have looked as threatening as it was but in all honesty is scared the crap out of Stiles the more he looked at it.
"St-St-Stiles?" The small crowd of people gathered in the room turned around to see Alyssa standing there naked and shivering, her arms folded across her breasts. "The water went cold…" she shivered. Her wings were dropping and dripping wet, there were some soap bubbles stuck to her feathers and her lips were turning blue.
Derek grabbed a blanket off the bed and wrapped it around her. "We'll take it from here," Lydia announced, breaking away from Jackson and dragging Allison as well as Erica over to Alyssa and Derek. Lydia lifted a bag up, "I brought plenty of backless dresses and I got some underwear for her." Alyssa sent Derek a begging look as the banshee and the huntress dragged her away.
"She looks actually terrified," Jackson joked. "So what are you gonna do with her?"
Derek sighed. "I have no idea. It's not like she can actually go anywhere since she has wings, people are gonna notice. Deaton said he's going to do some asking around but he's never heard of anything like this before."
"Lydia's parents are out of town for a few weeks," Jackson shrugged. "She said that she could stay there if she wanted."
Derek thought about it. "That might actually be a good idea," he replied. "She can't stay here. There's too much going on without having to actually look after her."
After that, the group sorta broke off to chat among themselves, some throwing suggestions about what to do now that they couldn't go out and train because of Alyssa and the fact it looked like it was going to rain again. About half an hour later, Allison and Erica came out of the bathroom, Allison looking like she'd been giggling the whole time and Erica looked utterly amused. Lydia was trying to talk Alyssa out of the bathroom and eventually she came out wearing violet backless dress and no shoes, her hair hung in ringed curls around her head and her wings sat folded shyly against her back. "See, pretty?" Lydia smiled. Alyssa blushed and nodded.
"Did you guys decide what we're doing today?" Erica asked.
"Training," Derek answered. "We can do it out at the house, that way if it rains our more human members can take shelter. Alyssa has to come but she won't fit in the Camaro." Instead of avoiding volunteering, the entire pack started arguing about who was going to take the girl making Derek sigh, he had a feeling that they were gonna be stuck with her now.
The post-hunting ritual. Beer, takeaway and some cheesy TV movie…well it least it should have been anyway. Bloodied, bruised and pissed as hell the two hunters returned to their hotel room knowing that they were going to feel it in the morning.
She'd vanished before they could kill her, a forest fire was now ripping its way through a small national park where they'd tried to stop her. A small thing with such a dangerous consequence. There was nothing much more to do now but to just wait till she popped up again or even hunt her down.
But that was tomorrows problem.