Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Teen Wolf, only my OCs Catherine, Ava, and Maggie.
Pilot
"This is an idiotic plan you know that?" I shivered as another breeze past. I was stuck walking all the way to one of my best friend's house with my other idiot best friend in the middle of the night because he just had to park his car all the way across the end of the street.
"Why're you always such a debbie downer on my plans Cat? Uh? What did I ever do to you?" Stiles countered and I shot him a deadpan look.
"You woke me up in the middle of the night while I was sleeping," I argued back as we reached the McCall home.
"Ahh, but I did it in style," Stiles grinned.
"You threw rocks at my window."
"It was romantic."
"It cracked the glass," Stiles opened his mouth as I gave him a triumphant look.
"I said I'd pay for it," He mumbled before trying to climb up one of the house's pillars.
"What are you doing now?" I hissed at him as one of the lights turned on from the window.
"You trust me Cat?" Stiles looked down at me and I raised my eyebrows at him.
"No," I said bluntly and he shrugged, "Good enough." I sighed and tucked my hands into the pockets of my jacket. I stood by the porch as waited. God, why the hell was it so cold. I watched as my breath became visible when a I noticed little candle sticks inside the porch lights, the fancy kinds. I stared at it. Maybe if I- The little light flickered on as my eyes widened. I looked around and at the door to see if maybe Scott turned it on. No, he couldn't have, if he did then both of the porch lights would've turned on, not just the one. It's just some kind of light malfunction, I told myself, ignoring the chills that ran up my spine that wasn't from the cold.
I looked up the rooftop to see Stiles grinning goofily at me, shooting me two thumbs up and I rolled my eyes. Why I was ever friends with these two was beyond my knowledge. I watched in amusement as Scott opened the door, looking around cautiously with a baseball bat. Did he even play baseball? I glanced back up and before Stiles could do anything, he had lost his footing causing him to hang himself upside down from the roof, scaring Scott in the process. I clapped a hand over my mouth , muffling my laughter as I did.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!" Scott yelled as Stiles continued to hang.
"You weren't answering your phone," Stiles shrugged as I came up behind Scott from the other side of the porch. Stiles smirked as I raised my eyebrows at Scott's choice of weapon.
"Why are you carrying around a bat?" I voiced as Scott spun around, a hand over his heart.
"Oh my god, Catherine what the hell?!" Scott panted, "How'd you get there?"
"I walked," I put bluntly with an amused smile, "You didn't answer my question." Scott shot Stiles a glare, who was laughing his ass off the roof.
"I thought you guys were a predator," Scott defended. I laughed, "Right, of course."
"A pre - I - wha -," Stiles tried to process Scott's logic before waving it off, "look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police." I moved to lean against the porch fence beside Stiles.
"For what?" Scott questioned.
"Two joggers found a body in the woods," I recalled what Stiles told me on the way here. Stiles dropped down from the roof, stumbling as he did. I made a face as he clutched onto the back of my jacket, almost pulling me down with him as I swatted his hands away.
"A dead body?" Scott's eyes widened. I almost cooed at how adorable he was, so innocent.
"No, a body of water," Stiles retorted sarcastically, "Yes, dumb - ass, a dead body."
"You mean like murdered?" Scott said in shock as he glanced at the two of us.
"Nobody knows yet," Stiles explained excitedly as he hopped over the fence, "Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20s."
"Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?" Scott asked.
"That's the best part," Stiles grinned, "They only found half. We're going."
"Try not to look too excited about it Sherlock," I rolled my eyes at his childlike excitement, "This is still a dead body we're talking about." Stiles merely shrugged before we ventured off into his jeep.
"Huh that's weird," Scott said as he glanced back at the porch. I stopped beside him as Stiles attempted to start his car again.
"What?" I asked him, trying to see what he was seeing. Scott tilted his head slightly.
"I thought the porch lights were broken but I guess not," Scott shrugged as the car finally started. Scott brushed passed me to get into the passenger seat. I stared at the one flickering light as chills ran down my spine again before hopping into the back seat.
"We're seriously doing this?" Scott said nervously as we got closer to the woods and he turned to me, "I mean, I can't believe you're actually going along with it." I shrugged.
"You're the one always complaining that nothing ever happens in this town," I said as the car stopped. We hopped out of the jeep and Stiles grabbed a couple flashlights from the car. I wrapped an arm around Scott which was pretty hard to do considering I was only 5'2, "Come on Scott live a little."
"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow," Scott tried and I tsked at him.
"If I'm doing this so are you," I pointed at him with a shake of my head before grabbing a flashlight from Stiles.
"Right," Stiles rolled his eyes at Scott, "'cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort."
"No, because I'm playing this year," Scott persisted, "In fact, I'm making first line." I smiled at his enthusiasm. As dense as he was sometimes he really was adorable.
"That's the spirit," I laughed as we went to walk deeper into the woods.
"Everyone should have a dream," Stiles nodded along, "even a pathetically unrealistic one." I shot Stiles a look before glancing around the forest. As eerie and creepy the forest was at night, something was relaxing about it to me.
"Uh Stiles," I asked and he hummed in response, "Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?"
"Huh!" Stiles raised his eyebrows at that as we walked further into the woods, "I didn't even think about that." Scott and I exchanged a look.
"And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" Scott asked a little nervously.
"Also something I didn't think about." I facepalmed myself.
"See, this is why I'm the one that comes up with the plans," I said shaking my head. Stiles gaped at me as we went to climb a steep hill.
"Um excuse me, I'm getting the hang of it okay?" Stiles shot back before we both glanced behind us. I looked over at Scott in worry as his breathing became more rapid and weaker, "Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" I watched as Scott brought out his inhaler and I moved back a little and grabbed him by the arm to help him up.
"Wait, come on!" Stiles hissed, grabbing the closest person to him, which happened to be me, causing my grip of Scott to falter as I dropped down next to him. I felt Scott at my other side as we watched a bunch of cops walking around the area with police dogs in each hand. I looked over to see Stiles turn off his flashlight and I did the same with mine as the search party got closer. I felt someone grip onto my arm.
"Stiles what the-" Before I could finish Stiles had yanked me up onto my feet and ran with me in tow. I glanced back worriedly to see Scott trying to keep up with us.
"Stiles, slow down!" I called to him but he kept running. Before I could turn to check back on Scott a dog jumped out causing Stiles to spaz out and falling down, which so happened to be on top of me. I groaned in pain as I felt his weight practically crushing me.
"Hang on, hang on," I heard someone say, "These little delinquents belongs to me and Maggie Aberdeen."
"Get off me," I grunted before shoving Stiles off, who simply rolled onto my other side with a groan. Stiles quickly pulled himself up when he realized who was in front of us and as did I when I saw the sheriff.
"Dad," Stiles greeted with a nervous smile as I shot the sheriff a weak smile, "how are you doing?"
"So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?" Sheriff Stilinski said with a heavy sigh as he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. I gave a small wave. God, this must've looks shady as hell.
"No, heh. Not the boring ones," Stiles quickly retorted and I gave him a look. The more he talked, the bigger the hole he dug for us.
"Now, where's your other usual partner in crime?" This time the question was pointed at me.
"W-who, Scott?" I winced at how nervous it sounded. Damn, Gran was gonna kill me, "He's uh - Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for first day back at school tomorrow." The sheriff looked at me unconvinced.
"Yeah dad It's just us," Stiles added, "In the woods. Alone." I closed my eyes in frustration at how that must've sounded to his dad.
"Just you two?" The sheriff questioned as he glanced between the two, "Alone? Is this some kind of date? Are you two…" Stiles glanced at me and I looked back at him with wide eyes and shook my head quickly before I felt his arm wrap around my shoulder to bring me closer.
"Haha," Stiles laughed, "You caught us dad."
"I'm going to kill you," I mumbled under my breath so that only he could hear. Stiles gulped and dropped his arm quickly. Sheriff Stilinski still looked unconvinced.
"Scott, you out there?" He called out as Stiles and I exchanged a nervous look, "Scott?" No response. He sighed and turned to us with a stern look, "Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car. And you are going to drive Catherine home and apologize to Maggie for keeping her granddaughter out so late do you understand me?" Stiles nodded feverently before grabbing onto my arm as we walked to his jeep. I hopped into the passenger seat as Sheriff Stilinski shut the door for me.
"Tell me the truth Catherine, were you and my son really on a-a …. date?" He looked at me and I glanced over at Stiles who stared back with wide eyes before looking back at him.
"Do you want the truth or the cover story?" I quickly said. He sighed in defeat and patted the door before pointing at Stiles, "Take her directly home." As soon as he was out of sight I turned around to punch Stiles in the arm.
"Oh-Owwwww," He yelped as he clutched his arm, "What the hell was that for?" I pointed at him with a glare.
"You know exactly what that was for," I hissed at him, "Now your dad actually thinks we're a thing."
"Sorry, sorry," Stiles raised his hand in surrender before driving me home.
"What about Scott? He must be scared out of his mind," I wondered as I bit my lip.
"Look Scott probably found his way home, he's fine," Stiles shrugged but I could see right through him and I knew he was worried for our friend too, "He has to be." The car stopped in front of my house. I glanced up to see my younger sister, Ava standing outside my open/cracked window, waving me in.
"Oh thank god for Ava," I breathed as I unbuckled my belt.
"Yeah no kidding," Stiles sighed as he relaxed in his seat, "Your gran is one scary woman."
"Yeah I know, I'm the one that actually lives with her," I rolled my eyes as I closed the passenger door, waving goodbye to Stiles before walking to the side of my house to crawl through the open window to my bedroom.
"Was that your boyfriend?" Ava asked smugly as I closed the window.
"Aren't you supposed to be asleep?" I asked her as I glanced out my door for any sign of Gran being awake, "And Stiles isn't my boyfriend."
"Mason keeps calling, asking where we're going to be meeting up with Garrett tomorrow," Ava said casually as she plopped down on my bed. I shoved her to the other side so I could lie down next to her.
"You're starting the eighth grade," I laughed, "Tell Mason to calm himself down." Ava rolled her eyes at me.
"Whatever," Ava jumped off my bed before stopping at my door, "You okay?"
"Yeah why wouldn't I be?" I asked her, wondering why she would even ask. She shrugged and pulled her wavy raven hair, a trait we both shared, up into a ponytail.
"I don't know, you just seem… different," She said trailing off. I furrowed my eyebrows at her slightly glazed look before she shook it off, "Nevermind. You should probably go to bed. I'm sure Gran sensed that you were out this whole time. You know her and her talk about her psychic third eye." I rolled my eyes before throwing one of my pillows at her,which she ducked away from before going back to her room.
"Yeah right," I told myself as I changed into a pair of sweatpants and stripping out of my jacket. I tried not to let that comment get to me. Gran always said me and Ava were really special, one of a kind. I always thought that it was just something she said to make us feel better but I wasn't so sure about it anymore. As I lied back down into bed, I turned off the lamp. Moving to lie on my other side, a couple candles on my dresser caught my attention. I stared at them for a second before closing my eyes.
Instead of seeing black like I usually do, there was some light I could see behind my closed eyes. Then I smelled it. My eyes shot open when I saw each candle on my dresser lit with a single flame on each. My pulse raced as I jumped out of bed to blow them out. I stared at them in fear and confusion before moving back into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin as I forced myself to forget what just happened.
"GET YOUR ASSES UP PRINCESSES. FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL LET'S GO!" I groaned hearing Gran's voice before rolling myself out of bed. I rubbed my eyes before remembering exactly what happened last night. I glanced over at the candles. Shaking my head, I convinced myself it was a dream before getting ready.
Closing the bedroom door, I pulled my wavy hair up into a ponytail before pulling on my boots and walking into the kitchen.
"Drink up," Gran placed a steaming mug on the counter. I picked it up and sniffed before pulling a face.
"Ew what the hell is this Gran?" I complained as I pulled an apple from the bowl.
"Sage tea," She simply said as I shot her a look of disgust from the tea, "Drink it, it's good for you." I watched in amusement as she waddled around the kitchen.
"Where'd Ava go?" I asked, picking up my bag.
"She went to catch the bus with Mason and Garrett. God, I hate that kid," Gran shook her head and I laughed.
"Everyone hates him," I said as a honk was heard outside, "That'll be Stiles, bye Gran."
"Bye," Gran waved, "Oh and if I hear you were out in the woods on a full moon, you're getting a spanking you hear!?" I paused at the door, wondering how she know and what the full moon had anything to do with it. I glanced over at the living room where she now resided and saw her turn on her usual dose of Johnny Depp movies before rolling my eyes and leaving.
"Did you call Scott?" I asked as soon as Stiles drove away from my house.
"Yeah," Stiles said excitedly which caused me to raise my eyebrows at him, "Get this, Scott got bit!"
"What?!" I exclaimed in worry. All of a sudden, one of Stiles' side mirrors cracked and we both stared at it in shock.
"How the hell…" Stiles gaped at it out of the corner of his eye as he focused on the road. I averted my eyes from Stiles as he turned to me for some kind of explanation.
"Maybe she's getting old?" I offered weakly and he glared at me.
"Don't you dare say that about her," Stiles snapped before caressing the wheel with his finger.
"Hey," I slapped his arm, "Focus, is Scott okay?" Stiles pulled up at the school.
"I don't know Cat, why don't you ask him yourself." I glanced up to see Scott by the bike rack. I quickly got out of the jeep and made my way to Scott.
"Cathy, hey," Scott greeted before furrowing his eyebrows at me as I checked him over.
"Are you okay? I heard you got bit. Is it infected?" I asked as I looked over him again. Scott laughed and took a step back, "I'm fine Cat."
"Okay, let's see this thing," Stiles said as he finally caught up with us, placing a hand on my shoulder. I watched warily as Scott pulled up the side of his shirt, "Ooh!"
"Oh my god," I gasped when I saw the dried blood on the bandage. Stiles went to touch it but I quickly slapped his hand away.
"Ow, what the hell Cathy, stop abusing me," Stiles shot me a glare as he cradled his hand.
"Well then don't touch it," I scolded him before looking at Scott in concern, "How'd you get that?"
"Yeah," Scott smiled in amusement, "It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf." I looked up at him with a frown.
"Uh I'm sorry, did you say a wolf bit you?" I asked him to be sure.
"Uh - huh," Scott nodded as Stiles and I exchanged a look.
"No, not a chance," Stiles said shaking his head.
"I heard a wolf howling," Scott persisted.
"No, you didn't," Stiles argued and Scott looked at me for help before scowling at Stiles.
"What do you mean, no, I didn't?" He glared, "How do you know what I heard?"
"Maybe because California doesn't have wolves," I explained to him, which earned me a look of disbelief from Scott, "At least not in like 60 years."
"Really?" Scott asked with wide eyes as I nodded.
"Okay how come you believe her when she says it, but not me, uh?" Stiles asked him, slightly offended.
"Because you're...you," Scott shrugged with a sheepish smile and Stiles continued to stare at him,
"All right, well, if you guys don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body." I raised my eyebrows at this.
"You - are you kidding me?" Stiles sputtered in excitement.
"Wait are you serious?" I asked him unbelievably.
"I'm gonna have nightmares for a month," Scott said with a shrug.
"Oh, god, that is freakin' awesome," Stiles started excitedly, "I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since," Stiles trailed off for a second and Scott and I shared a look of amusement when a familiar strawberry blonde walked past us, "-since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia - you look...Like you're gonna ignore me." I laughed as she brushed past him as if he wasn't there before he turned to us, "You guys are the cause of this, you know."
"Yeah the problem is us," I rolled my eyes before me and Scott started to walk away.
"Draggin' me down to your nerd depths," Stiles continued as we walked into the school, "I'm a nerd by association. I've been scarlet - nerded by you two."
"So did you face the wrath of Maggie Aberdeen last night?" Scott asked in amusement as we walked to first period English.
"Funny you should mention," I said as I shot Stiles a glare, "Did your dad snitch on me last night?" Stiles made a face.
"No as far as I knew he was out on the search party all night," Stiles said as we sat down in our seats, "Why?"
"I don't know," I shrugged, not really wanting to delve into it, "Somehow she knew I was out in the woods with you guys." The two boys exchanged a look of before looking at me, "And get this, she mentioned the full moon, how weird is that?" Stiles snorted.
"I think your Gran's been inhaling too much of those herbs that she sells down at the shop," Stiles laughed and I nodded.
"Yeah probably," I laughed weakly as the bell rang.
"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night," The teacher started as the three of us shared a look, "And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody," I glanced up to see Scott and Stiles just as confused as I was as to who, "which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester."
As soon as I had a pen in my hand, I became absent minded as I doodled all over the syllabus. What felt like forever was suddenly stopped when the vice principal walked in with a girl in tow.
"Class," He greeted, "this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome." I looked over to the girl. Mmm, she looked friendly enough. I'm sure Scott thought so too, considering he hasn't stopped staring at her. My lips curled into an amused smile at Scott's excitement at the fact that the only seat available was right behind him. As she down, Scott turned around to offer her a pen.
"Thanks," Alison smiled and hid my laugh by placing my pen between my teeth.
"We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis, on page 133." I glanced down at my paper only to have my pen drop out of my mouth. There weren't doodles all over my paper like I thought. There were drawings of buses everywhere and I noticed a peculiar name that was written all over the bottom of my paper.
Garrison Meyers
I felt my heart skip a beat. What the hell was wrong with me. Inhaling, I folded my paper up as Scott turned in his seat to see what I was doing. I gave him a weak smile, stuffing the paper in my bag before nervously tapping my fingers on my desk.
As soon as the bell rang, I raced to the girl's bathroom, not even bothering to wait for Scott and Stiles. I dropped my books on the sink and thanked god for the fact that it was empty. I pulled out the paper and unraveled it. I stared at the name, wondering what it meant. I shook my head. I was making this a bigger deal than it actually was. Crumpling up the paper one last time, I dropped it into one of the toilets before letting it flush.
I inhaled deeply before exhaling and went to grab my bag when my phone went off, causing me to jump. I froze at the sound of shattered glass. Slowly turning around, I stared in horror as every piece of the bathroom mirror fell to the ground in tiny glass pieces. I glanced down at my phone.
where r u? r u ok?
-scott
I shut it off before rushing out of the bathroom, accidently bumping into the two nosiest people I knew.
"What the hell Cathy, where'd you run off to?" Stiles said as he placed two hands on my shoulders.
"I just needed to go to the bathroom," I lied, glancing at Scott but I was slightly taken back when I saw him staring at my chest, "Uh Scott, do you mind?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"You're heartbeat…" He murmured before looking back at my face, "Are you sure you're okay Cathy?" I feigned an eye roll, hoping that this would get their attention off me.
"Look I'm fine okay? Just first day anxiety that's it," I shrugged. Scott continued to eye me, which made me slightly uncomfortable. It was like he knew I was lying.
"Okaaay," Stiles clapped his hands together, "Are you two done being weird yet? Because I'd like to get to second period so I can tell Cathy all about how obsessed you are about the new girl." Scott, thankfully, directed his attention to Stiles with a scowl and I laughed as Stiles went off about what I missed.
The day passed by fortunately with no more weird incidents like this morning and last night. I saw two favorite guys running towards the field as I sat down on the bleachers, book in hand. As much as I loved the two, I'd rather not watch them sitting bench the whole game. I heard someone seat themself behind me. To my surprise, it was the new girl, Alison and to an even bigger surprise, Lydia.
"Hi," I waved at her, she returned the friendly gesture with a smile. I wasn't too surprised that Lydia ignored me, as usual. As I turned back, I noticed Scott prepping up for goalie.
"Oh god," I whispered to myself before standing up to sit by Stiles, "What is he doing?"
"I have no idea," Stiles admitted as he stared at Scott, "But I'm sure he'll do fine." Damn forget the book, there was no way I was passing up an opportunity to watch him play. Coach blew the whistle and Stiles and I shared a confused look as Scott clutched his head as if her were in pain. Without warning one of the players launched a ball at Scott, hitting him in the face and causing him to fall back into the goal. As everyone began to laugh, I shot up from the bench.
"Foul!" I shouted at coach, who ceased laughing to glare at me and shouted back at me.
"Oh my god," Stiles mumbled beside me before pulling me back down on the bench, "Please, just don't ever do that, okay?" I huffed in my seat and nodded as another player stepped up, only this time, Scott caught the ball. I shot up in my seat again, only this time it was with a proud laugh as Stiles and I clutched onto each other in excitement. We both watched as Scott caught the ball again, and again, and again.
"Yes!" I cheered as Stiles whirled around wooing, "That's what I'm talking about!" Scott smiled at us through his mask but it slipped when Jackson stepped up.
"Oh no," I mumbled to myself as I watched Jackson charge up to Scott, swinging the ball directly at Scott. Scott, angling his body, caught the ball.
"Ahh!" I cheered as Stiles and I jumped up and down in excitement for Scott, "Okay, let go of me."
"Sorry," Stiles mumbled before we shared a wide grin and a high five.
"Okay so what was up with you today?" Stiles asked, glancing at me through the rearview mirror as we drove back to the woods. Scott had lost his inhaler last night which meant we had to drive back out here to get it.
"Nothing," I said, slightly defensive. Scott turned around in his seat.
"Come on Cathy, we know you too well," Scott said, "You can't hide it from us forever." I sighed. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell them at least some of it.
"Fine," I said before quickly adding, "But no judging." The two boys nodded, "I keep seeing things. Weird things that probably shouldn't matter but it keeps bugging me. A school bus and a name." I decided to keep the other two things like the candles and the mirror to myself.
"A school bus and a name?" Stiles repeated as Scott looked confused, like he always did.
"I know it sounds stupid," I admitted, "I don't know just...forget what I said. We should talk about how well Scott played today.
"Yeaaahh," Stiles laughed as he clapped Scott's shoulder. Scott smiled bashfully as we pulled up outside the woods. I jumped in my seat to hug Scott around his shoulders.
"I'm so proud of you," I cooed as he swatted at my face with a laugh before we hopped out of the car.
"How'd you get so good all of a sudden?" Stiles asked as we ventured deeper into the preserve.
"I don't - I don't know what it was," Scott shrugged as we crossed a little stream, "It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I-I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things."
"Smell things?" Stiles cocked his eyebrow at this as I walked across the stream on a log, "Like what?"
"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket," Scott said before turning to me, "And your vanilla perfume." I frowned and sniffed myself.
"I don't even have any mint mojito-" Stiles stopped to dig in his pocket and pulled out a piece of gum.
"So all this started with a bite?" I inquired as Scott searched the forest ground.
"What if it's like an infection," Scott panicked, "like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"
"You know what?" Stiles nodded and I stared at him curiously as Scott and I shared a look, "I actually think I've heard of this - It's a specific kind of infection."
"Are you serious?" Scott's eyes widened as I eyed Stiles.
"Yeah," Stiles continued, "Yeah, I think it's called - lycanthropy." I let out a snort and stopped myself from laughing by covering my mouth with my hand. Scott probably mistook my laugh for something else.
"What's that? Is that bad?" Scott asked worriedly. I feigned a solemn look as I looked up at Scott.
"It's the worst," I played along,pressing my lips together from laughing at Scott's mortified expression, "But it only happens once a month."
"Once a month?" I almost felt bad for him. Stiles wrapped an arm around my shoulders as we exchanged a sad look, mischief in our eyes.
"Mm - hmm," Stiles nodded as I smiled, "On the night of the full moon." The two of us began to howl and Scott scowled at us as he shoved us ahead.
"This is what you get for making fun of me," I shot back at him as I began to walk backwards to face them.
"Uh uh," Stiles shook his head at me, "You're still a case that has yet to be solved." Scott frowned at us for not taking him seriously.
"Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me," Scott pressed on.
"Well duh," I laughed, "You're a werewolf!" Stiles growled around Scott who still frowned at us. I pouted at him, "Come on Scott, we're just kidding." Scott nodded until Stiles had to open his big fat mouth.
"But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find," He joked, "it's 'cause Friday's a full moon." I kept my eye up at the trees as I continued to walk backwards.
"No, I - I could have sworn this was it," Scott stopped, "I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler."
"Maybe the killer moved the body," I snorted, I glanced back over to Stiles whose eyes had widened.
"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler," Scott muttered, "Those things are like 80 bucks."
"Cathy-" I heard Stiles say as he and Scott looked up at me. I looked at them, slightly confused when I bumped into something hard. Or someone. Immediately I spun around to see a pair of pale green eyes staring down at me. My eyes widened as I backed up where Scott pulled me back by my jacket. I kept my eyes on the stranger. Damn. The stranger's green eyes moved to Scott.
"What are you doing here?" His deep voice echoed, "Huh? This is private property." The three of us were frozen in fear. I cleared my throat which drew his attention back to me. Damn those green eyes.
"Uh, sorry," I apologized, "we didn't know."
"Yeah, we were just looking for something," Scott started. The handsome stranger raised his dark eyebrows at him, "but - Uh, forget it." I watched as he pulled something out of his pocket before throwing it at Scott, who easily caught it. His inhaler. I glanced back up at the stranger, locking eyes with him. I felt a shiver go down my spine before I pulled away first. I could feel his eyes still on me before a rustling was heard. Looking back up I could see only the back of him walking away. It was a hot back.
"All right, come on," Scott said, breaking my gaze away from the stranger, "Cathy and I gotta get to work. Pretty sure Maggie will rip you a new one if you make her late again."
"Dude, that was Derek Hale," Stiles said and Scott and I exchanged a confused look before turning back to Stiles, "You guys remember, right? He's only like a few years older than us." Pretty sure I'd remember someone with a face like that.
"Remember what?" Scott voiced my thoughts.
"His family," Stiles explained, "They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago." I frowned and glanced back at where he left.
"I wonder what he's doing back?"
"CATHY!"
"I'M COMING GRAN!" I shouted back as I pinned on the name tag. I walked down to the back room of the shop where we kept inventory. Gran paddled over to me in her slippers.
"There's a gentleman outside waiting for his order," She said handing me a slip of paper.
"Wha- Where are you going?" I asked her. She waved me off.
"Home, I need me some Johnny Depp," She laughed as she walked out with a skip in her step. I shook my head at her and went over to section W to find item 17. I furrowed my eyebrows at the purple flower in the jar before boxing it up. The box in hand, I walked over to the door that led to the herb shop, only to stop when I noticed a familiar face in the window of the door. HIs eyes trailed over to it and I ducked in time.
"Shit," I whispered to myself and bit my lip. I inhaled before standing back up, making sure to hide my face behind my hair as I walked up to him. Silently, I handed him the box before trying to ring him up, which was kinda hard considering all my hair was in my face.
"Uh thanks," I ignored the chills that ran up my spine at his deep voice. I cleared my throat.
"No problem," I deepened my voice. I glanced down at the slip to see what I was ringing up.
w-17
Wolfsbane
"Wolfsbane?" I moved my head up, forgetting that I was supposed to be hiding. I gulped when I locked eyes with Mr. Handsome who's face went from polite to stoic.
"You," He growled, I took a step back.
"Haha," I laughed nervously, "Me." I quickly handed him a receipt as he slapped down a couple bills, "Uh I didn't tell you how much-"
"I already know how much it is," He cut me off. I quickly nodded and counted the bills and placed them in the register. I looked back up and my breath hitched as I noticed how much closer he had gotten. I could feel his breath fanning my face.
"You should be exceptionally careful Friday," He whispered. I nodded and backed up from him. Our eyes moved from each other to a jar on a shelf that cracked. My eyes widened at that before turning back to him. He straightened himself up, but his gaze remained on my eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he picked up the box of wolfsbane, "Thanks." I nodded again, too scared to talk. He gave a stiff nod before walking out the door. As soon a he was out of sight, I picked up my phone to call Stiles.
"You won't believe who just came into Gran's shop," I told him.
"Me first, you won't believe what I just found out from my dad."
"Scott!" I shouted as soon as I spotted him. Stiles, in his lacrosse gear, grabbed onto my arm as we raced towards our friend.
"Scott wait up!" We managed to stop Scott before he got on the field.
"I'm playing the first elimination, guys," Scott said shooting us looks, "Can it wait?"
"Just listen to us for two seconds okay?" Scott reluctantly nodded I nudged Stiles who straightened up.
"I overheard my dad on the phone," Stiles explained quickly, "The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!" Scott rolled his eyes at us before walking off.
"Guys, I gotta go," Scott said brushing us off.
"Wait, no!" I went to grab him but it was too late.
"Scott! You're not gonna believe what the animal was!" Stiles shouted before giving up, "It was a wolf." We exchanged a look.
"How much folk lore stuff does your Gran keep at home?" Stiles asked with his hands on his hips. I shrugged.
"I don't know, most of it's at the shop, why?" I asked and he pulled out his car keys.
"Let's go," He nodded for me to follow. The car ride to the shop was silent, both of us slightly freaking out. I pulled open the door to the shop and went directly to the back room as Stiles waited out in the front of the shop. I went through some books before pulling out some old worn out leather ones. I stopped at one that had a star symbol on it. Glancing out the door window, I checked on Stiles who was fiddling with one of the jars before stuffing the star symbol book in my bag before gathering all the books into my arms and walking out the door.
"Cathy, this counter smells weird," Stiles sniffed. I shot him a strange look before handing him some books.
"That's cause it's made of mountain ash," I explained, "Gran says it helps keep evil out or something like that."
"Right," Stiles snorted as we moved the books to his car.
As soon as we made it to his house, we dumped all the books onto his bed before sharing a look.
"Where do we start?"
As Stiles moved from the books to the computer, I continued to flip through the other ones, writing what I thought were important and taping them up on the wall. It was quiet between the two of us, which was a first. But the silence was broken when a loud knock was heard at the door. I fell off the bed because of it.
"Oof," Stiles immediately jumped up to help me up. As I stood up Stiles just stood there which caused me to narrow my eyes at him. It must be the adderall.
"Stiles the door," I gesture the area in front of him.
"Oh yeah," As soon as he opened it, we both released a sigh of relief at Scott's presence before Stiles pulled him in.
"Get in," Scott waved at me and I sat back down on Stiles' bed, "You gotta see this thing. We've been up all night reading - websites, books. All this information. I mean I didn't even know Maggie had all these books."
"How much Adderall has he had today?" Scott asked me as I stood up to stretch my legs.
"A lot," I answered tiredly considering I've had to deal with him all day.
"Doesn't matter," Stiles waved off, "Okay, just listen-"
"Oh, is this about the body?" Scott asked as he took a seat beside me, "Did they find out who did it?"
"No, they're still questioning people," I said flipping to the right page where Stiles bookmarked, "even Derek Hale." Scott's face flashed in remembrance as he pointed to me.
"Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day," He remembered and I nodded.
"Yeah! Yes. But that's not it, okay?" Stiles said, cutting off the subject.
"What, then?" Scott asked. Stiles and I exchanged a look, something that Scott didn't miss, "What is it?"
"Remember the joke from the other day?" I asked him as I moved over to the wall to point at the pictures and writing, "It's not so much a joke anymore."
"The wolf," Stiles continued, "the bite in the woods. We started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?" Stiles gestured me and my book.
"Should I?" He asked, glancing between us. I kneeled beside him to show him the page.
"It's a signal," I explained, "When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack."
"A whole pack of wolves?"
"No, werewolves." Scott suddenly stood up which caused me to stand up too.
"Are you guys seriously wasting my time with this?" He scowled at us, "You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."
"Look I know this might be hard for you to hear," I started as gently as I could, "We saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay, what you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible."
"Yeah, so I made a good shot," Scott defended and I sighed tiredly.
"No, you made an incredible shot," Stiles countered, "I mean - The way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. Y'know, People can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore."
"Okay!" Scott snapped, which caused me to take a step back, pushing Stiles back as well. I don't know how but I could practically feel the anger radiating off of him, "Guys, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow." I shared another look with Stiles.
"Tomorrow?! What?" Stiles sputtered as I stepped up cautiously.
"Scott the full moon's tonight," I argued, "You can't go out."
"What are you guys trying to do?" Scott cried as his eyes flashed a different color for a second. I took another step back in shock. I glanced at Stiles' window which was slightly vibrating. No, not now. Not here, "I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you guys trying to ruin it?"
"We're just trying to help," I said, trying to calm myself, "You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak."
"Bloodlust?" Scott looked at me in doubt.
"Yeah, your urge to kill," Stiles nodded. Scott looked between the two of us with a type of anger that sent chills down my arms.
"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill," Scott muttered.
"You gotta hear this," Stiles grabbed the book from my hands, "'The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.' All right? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date." I shook my head. Scott could possibly be putting everybody at that party in danger and he didn't even know it. I moved past the two to grab Scott's phone from his bag.
"Cathy what are you doing?" Scott sighed in anger and I saw his fists clench up as I held up his phone.
"I'm calling Allison," I stated as I opened his phone, "to cancel the date."
"No," Scott shouted, "give it to me!" I barely glanced up when Scott shoved me against the wall. A sharp pain went through as my head made contact with the whole. Suddenly the bulb in the lamp on Stiles' nightstand popped and the sound of glass cracking was heard when I inhaled sharply as I stared at Scott's fist in the air. I barely even noticed how Stiles had gotten up immediately, or how Scott had his other arm on my shoulder, gripping it to the point where no doubt a bruise would form.
"Scott," Stiles called out to him with a glare as Scott stared at me. I stared at him in fear as he backed up and knocked down the chair in a fit of anger before glancing back at me.
"I'm sorry," Scott slowly moved back as Stiles rushed to my side to help me up, "I - I gotta go get ready for that party. I'm sorry." We watched as Scott left the room before Stiles turned to me. I glanced down and pulled down the top of shirt a bit to see the red mark on my shoulder.
"You okay?" he asked in concern. I nodded not trusting my voice at the moment. Stiles eyed me before pulling his chair up to see three prominent claw marks slashed across the back.
As soon as I made it back home, I got an ice pack out of the fridge and placed it on my shoulder and headed to my room. I grabbed my bag and pulled out the leather bound book with the star symbol on the front. As I flipped through it and was taken back by the fact that it was all written in Latin.
"Cathy," Gran knocked on the and I placed the book and ice pack under my bed before I cleared my throat, letting her know it was okay to come in, "Why are you holed up in here? Shouldn't you be at the party?"
"I'm not really in the mood for a party," I grumbled. I eyed my Gran as she tried to subtly drop something on my dresser.
"That's a shame," Gran sighed before smirking which increased my suspicion, "Full moon's out. Who knows what might happen." As soon as she walked out, I jumped up from my bed to see a pendant lying across the dresser's surface. I held it up to see a small star pendant with a clear gem in the middle. Without thinking twice about it, I clasped it around my neck. I tilted my head at it before shrugging. I glanced down at my phone to see a message from Stiles.
Get ready in 10. we're going to that party.
I bit back a groan before shuffling to my closet. I finally decided on a simply maroon dress with a sweetheart neckline and short sleeves. Pulling on a pair of flats, I stopped by the mirror before deciding to wear my wavy hair down before grabbing a small bag and heading out the door, unknowingly to me, the gem on my necklace glowed as soon as the moon's reflection hit it.
As soon as we arrived at the party, Stiles had ditched me so now I was stuck wandering around looking like a loner. I went over to the drink table to grab a cup, but as soon as I reached for it, it moved back. My eyes widened as I tried to reach for it again, but it gravitated away once again.
"Here," A voice came from behind, surprising me. I turned around, slightly startled and locked eyes with a familiar green eyed stranger. I glanced down to see him handing me a drink.
"Thanks but no thanks," I uttered, "I'm not supposed to take drinks from strange men." As I went to move away, he gripped me by my arm causing me to freeze, "Where's Scott." I pulled my arms away from him with a glare.
"How should I know, I don't exactly keep tabs on him twenty four seven," I snapped but I noticed his eyes weren't on me anymore, they were focused on my shoulder. Shit, I glanced down, the bruise had grown to where I couldn't just hide it behind a dress.
"He hurt you," Derek simply said, his eyes piercing down at me. I tensed up.
"That's none of your business," I whispered to him. Derek remained stoic but there was something unreadable in his eyes.
"Something's different about you," He stated and furrowed my eyebrows at him, "The necklace, where'd you get it."
"That's also none of your business," I scowled. Okay, hot or not the guy was starting to give me mixed vibes, "But if we're asking questions then fine." He looked slightly amused as I crossed my arms to face him, "Why'd you get a whole box of wolfsbane."
"That's none of your business," He shot back and I fought back a smile at that. The smile faded away as I saw a troubled look on Allison's face, "S'cuse me." I walked away from him as I approached Allison.
"Hey, Allison right?" I tapped her shoulder and she turned to me, a flash of recognition crossing her face.
"Yeah, you're Scott's friend Cathy right?" She sniffed. I smiled gently at her.
"Yeah, is everything okay? Where's Scott?" I asked as she wrapped her arms around herself.
"I-I don't know," She sniffled, "Everything was fine and then he just...left. What's wrong with him? Is it me?" I quickly shook my head at her dejected look.
"No," I reassured, "Look Scott's just been having a bad day. Partly my fault sorry. I wouldn't hold it against him or anything."
"Okay," She nodded ,taking my word for it.
"Cathy," Derek greeted from behind and I stared at him, confused at the change in tone. He sounded almost...friendly, "You need a ride home?" I glared at him, despite the fact that he looked really hot at the moment.
"No, Stiles' is my ride," I stated and turned to Allison, "Who I'm sure would be fine giving you a ride home as well."
"Stiles left," Derek informed me. I quickly glanced around, wondering if he was lying, "Look I just want to get you home safe okay?"
"You think I'm gonna get in the car with a stranger?" I raised my eyebrows at him as Allison glanced between the two of us.
"Cathy who is he?" She asked me softly.
"I'm a friend of Scott's," Derek told her causing me to gape at him. He flashed me a smirk which caused me to close my mouth. He then handed me something. I frowned and grabbed what looked like a small wrinkled piece of paper and unfolded it to see the same star symbol from the book in my room. I quickly crumpled the paper up so Allison couldn't see what it was.
"Allison can ride in the back seat," I stated. Derek smirked and unlocked the black camaro beside us. Allison shot me a worried look as she opened the car door. I nodded at her reassuringly. She glanced up at Derek before getting in the back seat. Derek brushed past me and I stiffened. He opened the passenger door and gesture for me to get in. I shot him a suspicious look before climbing in. As soon as he started the car, I glanced back at Allison who seemed to focused on her phone before turning to Derek.
"Drop her off first," I whispered to him. Derek glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes.
"And why's that?" He countered back. I moved my body to face him.
"Because I don't trust you not to use her against Scott in some werewolf rivalry," I whispered under my breath, knowing full well he could hear me. And he proved me right when he looked over at me. The rest of the ride to Allison's house was silent. She got out of the car and glanced at me worriedly. I waved at her, a sign that I'd be fine with the man beside me. Allison shot me a weak smile before entering her home.
"You know," Derek simply said as he started the car and drove me home.
"And apparently you know more than you let on," I said as I placed the uncrumpled paper on my lap, "What does this mean?" I stared at him as he remained silent. I glanced away when it seemed like he wasn't going to say anything.
"It's a sign," Derek said. It was barely audible but I caught it anyways.
"A sign?" I looked down at the sketch of the star, "A sign of what?"
"Of your people," I looked up at him in frustration and confusion with all his vague answers when all of a sudden a crack was heard. Derek and I glanced over to see a crack in the window beside me. Derek sped up before pulling up to my house. He then turned to me.
"You need to calm down," He ordered as I stared at the symbol in front of me.
"What's wrong me?" I breathed, I looked up at him, desperate for answers. For a second I thought his face had softened but looking at him now his face remained stoic.
"There's nothing wrong with you," He simply said. He leaned over, remaining eye contact. Our noses barely touched and my breath hitched. I knew that he could hear my heartbeat speeding up. There was a click and I turned my eyes away from him to the door which was now unlocked and opened. I glanced back to see Derek back in his seat, his hands gripping the wheel so hard that I could see his knuckles had whitened.
"You should go," Derek growled as I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt, "Maggie's waiting for you." I paused outside the door. How did he know Gran?
"How-"
"Go!" I jumped at the volume of his voice before stumbling and walking faster to the door.
"Cathy?" Gran's voice called out. She walked out of the living room to the front door and gave me a once over, "Darling are you okay?" She gripped my hands and I stepped back in shock. For a second I thought her eyes had turned glowed white.
"I'm fine," I finally said, "I uh, I'm gonna go get some sleep." I padded my way into my room. But before I did I glanced across the hall to check on Ava. I could see her wild hair spread out as her sleeping form breathed in and out. I smiled slightly before closing her door and opening mine, not bothering to change as I flopped down on my bed, completely asleep within minutes.
Stiles raced towards the Aberdeen home, banging on the doorbell multiple times before stumbling over the door. Maggie Aberdeen eyed the odd boy as she opened the door.
"Stiles?" She questioned with one raised eyebrow, "It's late. What is it?"
"Um," Stiles panted, "Cathy is she?" Maggie gave him a small smile and laughed.
"She's asleep," Maggie assured him. She watched in amusement as his whole body relaxed, exhaling loudly.
"Okay, uh thanks," Stiles smiled awkwardly at the older woman, "Uh sorry about the door bell."
"Don't worry about it Stiles," Maggie smiled before it faltered, "Stiles." The boy turned back around with a hum.
"Be careful," Maggie said in monotone. Stiles furrowed his eyebrows at her and her abrupt change in voice and attitude, "Those closest to us are the ones who have the power to hurt us the most." Stiles gaped at the woman, not really sure what to say to that. He couldn't help but think maybe Cathy wasn't exaggerating about all the crazy her Gran spouts everyday.
Maggie suddenly gave him a warm smile which confused him even further, "Goodnight Stiles." As the door shut, Maggie stared out the peephole to see the boy give the house one last glance before rushing off to his jeep.
"Did you tell her anything?" Maggie questioned as she walked into the living room. She stared at the dark haired man with narrowed eyes.
"No," He answered, staring up at her with his pale green eyes.
"And tell me why I should trust my granddaughter with you, Derek," Maggie inquired as she sat across from him. He turned to her with seriousness brimming his eyes.
"Because I can help her control it. I know how hard it is to teach one, but you've got two under one roof," Derek argued, "You need me." Maggie narrowed her eyes at the man.
"Fine," Maggie said briskly. Derek leaned back in the seat, slightly relaxed but hid his surprise when she slammed a single piece of wolfsbane on the table. She leaned back, staring directly at him. He watched as her eyes began to glow white, "But I'm letting you know, I protect my own no matter what. If anything happens to her, I will come after you is that understood." All Derek could do was give her a single nod before their deal was sealed.
Soooooo. Yup, I have started a Teen Wolf story. I know I know I'm super late but in my defense, I had it on my list until Netflix removed it so I never got a chance to really get into until now.
I hope you guys liked my OC, Catherine or Cathy as I like to call her along with the Aberdeen fam. I had a poll up as to what the pairing should be and majority really wanted a Derek/OC so here I am delivering lovelies! Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter!
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