DISLCAIMER: If it's recognizable from MTV's Teen Wolf, it isn't mine.
"Hey, I gotta get to my locker." Scott informed Stiles and Charlie as they left first period. "I'll meet you guys in second, okay?"
The two nodded, before making their way down the halls. They passed Lydia and, of course, Stiles froze and began to drool. He attempted to say something, as per usual, and was ignored, as per usual.
Charlie sighed and shook her head, a smirk reaching her face as she couldn't help but chuckle at his latest attempt. "Oh, Stiles."
"Shut up, Charlie."
"You say that a lot."
"Well I have good reason to."
"Shut up, Stiles."
"Shut up, Charlie."
Charlie wrinkled her nose in response and they continued down the halls. They were halfway to class when a freaked out Scott suddenly popped up and stopped them.
"Wha- Scott, what's up?" Charlie blinked, confusion clouding her expression.
"Jackson." He replied, catching his breath - he'd been running whilst trying to find them. "He knows."
"Knows?" Stiles's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Knows what?"
"About me. About... Ya know..." He lowered his voice. Stiles and Charlie shared a worried look. "How the hell did he find out?" Stiles snapped as they moved on down the halls again, except now he and Charlie were panicking as well.
"I have no idea." Scott replied. Charlie groaned, running a hand over her face. Of course Jackson, of all people, would find out. "Well, did he say it?" Stiles questioned. "The word?"
"What word?" Scott asked and Charlie frowned. "Really, Scott?"
"Werewolf." Stiles lowered his voice. "Did he say 'I know you're a werewolf'?"
"No, but he implied it pretty freakin' clearly." Scott answered, looking behind them.
"Okay, maybe it's not as bad as it seems." Stiles suggested. Charlie stared at him, even taking the time to stop in her tracks. "Not as bad as it seems? Stiles, this is Jackson!" She snapped. "This is very bad!"
"Well he doesn't have any proof, right?" He tried, looking back at Scott, who only shrugged. "And if he wanted to tell someone, who's gonna believe him, anyway?"
And then Scott snapped. "How about Allison's father?!"
"Exactly!" Charlie whisper-shouted, not wishing to draw attention. "Okay, it's bad." Stiles ran a hand over his head as he admitted this.
"I need a cure. Right now." Scott stated. "Wait, wait, does he know about Allison's dad?" Charlie questioned. "I don't know." The werewolf replied. She groaned, feeling defeat upon them already. This was bad.
"Okay, where's Derek?" Stiles asked suddenly. "Hiding, like we told him to. Why?" Scott replied. "I have another idea."
"Oh, great-"
"Shut up, Charlie."
"How many times can you say that in one day? I think I should take a tally."
"Just let me finish!"
"Fine."
"It's gonna take a little time and finesse, though." Stiles explained and Scott stopped him. "We have that game tonight. It's quarter finals. And it's your first game." Stiles sighed. "I know, I know. Do you have a plan for Allison yet?" He questioned, changing the topic. "She's in my next class." Scott answered.
"Get the necklace." Stiles instructed, before moving off again. "C'mon Charlie." He grabbed her arm and dragged her off towards their next class.
- Fall for You -
Charlie was sitting with Scott, at lunch. Stiles was still in line.
"Scott?" She started, looking up her best friend, who had been silent since they sat down. "You okay?"
He looked up and made eye contact with her for approximately two seconds, before looking back down. Charlie frowned. "Did you get her to give you the necklace?" Stiles asked. Charlie jumped, not realizing he'd appeared then.
"Not exactly." Scott replied. Charlie bit her lip. That must've been what upset him. "What happened?" Stiles and Charlie both ended up asking at the same time. "She told me not to talk to her. At all."
"Of course she did." Resting her elbows on the table, Charlie proceeded to put her head in her hands. Because things aren't complicated enough. They needed that necklace, and now Allison was telling Scott not to talk to her.
Perfect.
"So she's not giving you the necklace?" Stiles questioned through a mouthful of chicken.
"She's not giving me the necklace."
"Okay, well did you find anything else out?" Stiles pressed. Charlie looked up from her food as they waited for a response. "Just that I know nothing about girls, and that they're totally psychotic."
"Excuse me!" Charlie snapped. Both looked at her in surprise. "Girl! Right here! Hello!"
"Sorry, Charlie. Not you." Scott backtracked. "You're the exception."
"You're damn right I am." Charlie smirked at him and he gave a small smile which faded quickly.
"Okay." Stiles cut in. "I came up with a Plan B just in case anything like this happened." Scott and Charlie shared a suspicious before looking at Stiles. "What's Plan B?" They chorused.
"Just steal the stupid thing."
"I second that motion."
Scott gave his friends an exasperated look. "Couldn't we just try getting to Harris?"
"My dad put him on a twenty four hour protective detail, okay? The necklace is all we got." Stiles replied. "Steal it."
They were silent for a few moments, before a panicked look crossed Scott's face. "Stiles. Charlie. He's watching us." The two looked over to see that Jackson was, indeed, watching them. "Act normal." Scott muttered, before crossing his arms and looking down at his food. Stiles and Charlie shared a look, before going back to what they had been doing - eating.
"What's wrong?"
Charlie looked up at the sound of Stiles voice. Scott's stressed expression had returned.
His tone matched his expression as he spoke. "Jackson's talking to me, he knows I can hear him." Stiles turned to look at Jackson again, before Scott hissed "Look at me! Both of you, look at me. Talk to me, act normal. Pretend like this isn't happening." A moment passed as Stiles and Charlie shared another look. What were they supposed to say?!
"Talk to me!"
"I can't think of anything!" Stiles informed him. "My mind's completely blank!"
"Same." Charlie offered up an apologetic look and Scott stared at the two of them in disbelief. "Your minds are blank?! You can't think of something to say?"
"Not under this kind of pressure." Stiles replied and Charlie nodded. Stiles looked over at the table where Lydia, Jackson and Allison were sitting. Charlie followed his gaze to see that Jackson was no longer there. "FYI, he's not even sitting there anymore."
They looked around and he was nowhere to be seen. "Where the hell is he?" Scott queried, still looking panicked as they glanced around.
Scott then went completely silent. And tense. Jackson was talking to him. "Yes." He said, suddenly. He was silent again. His hand tightening on the small water bottle he held as whatever Jackson was saying got to him.
"Jesus Christ, where the hell is the jackass, I'm gonna kill him." Charlie's eyes narrowed as she scanned the cafeteria for Jackson.
"Scott, c'mon, you can't let him do this." Stiles stepped in. "You can't let him have this kind of power over you. Okay?"
Scott moved his left hand to grip the tray that held his food - it shook under his grip. "Scott, c'mon." Charlie pleaded. "Don't let him get to you."
Silence again. And then there was a loud crash as Scott's tray snapped in two.
"Oh Jesus." Charlie groaned, facepalming as everyone looked at them. Scott looked up and pinned a glare on something. His friends twisted to see what it was and realized that he'd found Jackson, who was staring straight at their best friend as he bit into an apple. The smirk he wore never left his face for a second.
- Fall for You -
"C'mon, Charlie." Stiles yanked her out of his car and toward his house. "Jesus, Stiles, I can walk by myself. And I can't stay, okay? I promised Mom I'd come home early and do the dishes. My Dad gets home tonight and with everything going on, I can't afford an angry father."
"Okay, okay..." He trailed off as they moved into his room, both dropping our bags as they sat down in the two chairs he kept by his desk.
"Hey Stiles!" His dad's voice rang out and they both spun to look at the door. "Hey Da- Derek." Stiles and Charlie froze upon seeing Derek behind the open door. He gave them a warning look, motioning to the door which Stiles dad was now approaching. The teenagers jumped up, sprinting over to the door and standing in the doorway together, Stiles holding it somewhat closed and the two blocking any view to his room that was left.
"Hey Papa Stilinski." Charlie grinned, giving him a quick, casual two fingered salute as she hung out the doorway with Stiles. "Hey Charlie." He greeted, before turning to his son. "What'd you say?"
"What? I said 'Yo, Dad'." Stiles attempted to cover up his slip.
His dad nodded, the confused look not leaving as he spoke. "Uh, listen, I've got something I gotta take care of, but I'm gonna be there, tonight. Your first game."
Charlie couldn't help the small smile that creeped onto her face at the mention of the game. She was so happy for Scott when he'd made first line and now Stiles was there as well. "My first game..." Stiles trailed off for a moment as he remembered that this was supposed to be happening that night. "Uh, awesome. Great. Awesome... Good..."
"I'm very happy for you." The Sheriff stated, a proud smile reaching his face as he spoke. "And I'm really proud of you."
"I think we all are, Pops." Charlie grinned, reaching up and pinching Stiles' cheek in a teasing manner. The older man only rolled his eyes at her actions, whilst Stiles swatted her hand away. "Thanks Dad. Me too. I'm happy... And proud... Of myself..."
Charlie's phone beeped and she half waved to the Sheriff, before backing into the room. Stiles to close the door more as he talked to his father, attempting to obscure any possible view inside. Charlie went to grab her phone, but upon seeing the door shut for a moment as Stiles continued talking to his dad, she ignored said phone and turned to look at Derek.
"Are you fucking insane?" She hissed making Stiles-esque hand motions. He didn't grace her with an answer. Stiles then hurried into the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
That was when Derek pinned him to the door.
"Jesus, Hale, could you seriously-"
"Shut up, Charlie." He sent her that infamous glare and she shut my trap instantly. He then turned back to Stiles. "If you say one word."
"Oh, you mean, like 'Hey Dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun'?" Derek backed off just a tad and Stiles continued. "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy."
Derek backed off and Stiles proceeded to move towards his desk again, Derek scaring him in the process. Charlie sighed, facepalming, before moving over to the other chair by Stiles's desk again.
"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked as the two sat down. "No, he's still working on it." Stiles answered. "But there's something else we can try." Derek motioned for him to continue. "The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."
"So?" Derek raised his eyebrows, not seeing the point. "So it wasn't Scott who sent it." I answered for him and Stiles nodded. "Well can you find out who sent it?" The 22 year old questioned.
"No, not me. Or Charlie. But I think I know somebody who can." Stiles answered and turned back to his computer. Charlie frowned. "Wait... Who?"
She received no answer.
"Stiles, who is it?!"
Still no answer.
"Stiles!"
"Shut up, Charlie."
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