Shout out to DerekHaleSiriusBlack1103, Serena Sterling (Is that you Shreya?), Bree and Tesla424 for reviewing! After the positive reviews I wanted to update nice and quick for you :) I'm so glag you guys ar eliking my start because I think it just gets better and hope you'll think the same! As for Derek in season 2, there will be conflict when he ends up being the one that kills Peter but i'm taking a spin on season 2 and let's just say they won't hate him forever, he steps up quite abit in more than one way :) I'm still wondering if I should have Isaac crushing after Ash and Derek getting a little jealous like I did in the last one, hmm, yes or no? Love that McDonald's comment ;) Enjoy chapter 2!
Ashlee's p.o.v
I hear the main doors open. I sigh, keeping my head in my hands. The person walks over to my cell and stops. I grit my teeth. I am not in the mood to talk to an officer.
"Can you just piss off? Leave me to do my overnighter in peace" I snap.
"Wow, you haven't changed Ash" the voice chuckles. I look up at that voice.
"Scott?" I ask the crooked-chinned, brown eyed male.
"Hey Ash" he smiles.
"Look how grown up you are" I say, standing up, smiling widely at him. He attempts to hug me through the bars, it's awkward but at least it's something.
"God I missed you so much" he sighs contently. I pull away from him, looking at him. "What's wrong?" he asks.
"Did you really?" I ask him quietly.
"Of course I did, we all did" Scott says. "Why would you ask that?"
"Because..because I don't deserve it" I whisper lowly. "Scott, i'm so sorry"
"Ash..don't say that" Scott says. "Yeah, it was hard when you left..but we still missed you" he says. "We still.." he trails off, looking past me. It falls quiet when he realises we're not the only ones in here. "Is he your jail buddy?" Scott asks, nodding at Derek.
"More like partner in crime" I say with a small upturn of my lips. Scott steps up to the bars, talking really quietly.
"He isn't to be trusted Ash, he's dangerous" he says. "Be careful"
"I know what he is. I know what you are" I say. His eyes widen a little.
"How?" he asks. I sigh, here we go again. I shift, eyes first, until i'm fully shifted. "What the.." he trails off, eyes wide with shock.
"I came back because I heard you'd been bitten. I needed to know you were okay, that you were safe" I say, shifting back.
"Ash..what the hell are you?" he asks, still in shock.
"Argh. Do I have to go through this again?" I ask, groaning. Scott's still looking at me for an answer. "Werejaguar" I say.
"Werejag..what?!" Scott says. "I didn't even know they existed"
"Well neither did I. I didn't know werewolves existed either" I chuckle.
"So how'd you end up here?" he asks.
"Had that little puppy tailing me-" I start.
"Kitten" Derek shoots back. I grin to myself. Scott raises an eyebrow.
"Decided it'd be easier to race him for the answers we both wanted and.." I trail off, motioning around my cell.
"You've been here for 2 seconds and you're already in prison" Scott sighs. "And for street racing? Come on Ash, you know better, this has happened before" he reminds me. Yeah, it has..good times.
"Not prison, holding cell" I correct, grinning.
"Scott! Time's up son!" John calls down the hall.
"Okay" Scott nods. "When you're let out, come home alright? Anything that happened before..forget it, all of it. We want you to come home. I won't tell Mum you're here, we'll keep it between us and i'll tell John to keep it to himself too. But promise me, you'll come home tomorrow" he says.
"I will, of course I will" I smile softly.
"Okay, I should go. I love you Ash" he says.
"Love you too Scotty. Now go on, i'll see you tomorrow" I say. Scott smiles and starts walking out. I'm so glad he forgives me, that he wants me to come home. He stops beside Derek's cell. The two males lock eyes. I grab my bag of peanuts, watching both males closely.
"Derek" Scott says with a glare.
"Scott" Derek says. Then Scott walks out. Derek shakes his head and turns to find me looking at him. "What?" he asks. I walk over so i'm standing in front of him, bars between us. He tilts his head a little, meeting my eyes before walking up to me. I offer the bag of peanuts out to him. He looks from me to the bag and back up to me again. He reaches into the bag, taking some, nodding his thanks. "John let you have them in here?" he asks.
"Yeah" I smile. "We go way back" I tell him. He nods, the two of us eating in silence. "Hey, what I said earlier..I..sorry" I apologise, throwing a few peanuts in my mouth.
"Something tells me you don't apologise alot" Derek says.
"Why's that?" I ask.
"Because that was a terrible apology" he says, making me grin a little. I've never really been one for apologising. Not unless I know I was in the wrong. Snapping on him like I did back there, that was wrong. He's was only trying to make me feel better, and I shot him down.
"At least i'm trying to make conversation" I say.
"Okay" he nods. "What was Scott talking about? What happened before you left?" he asks curiously. My grin drops.
"N-no, not that" I say, shaking my head. He looks me in the eye, he looks like he's trying to read me. Yeah, good luck with that. Trying to read me is like trying to dechipher a code. It's going to take alot more than a look to crack those secrets.
"Well I don't know anything else about you" he says. Check and mate. Me-1, Derek-0. "I don't know what we're supposed to talk about" Derek shrugs.
"What about your car?" I come up with. "When'd you get it?" I ask him.
"It was passed down to me not that long ago" he says. I nod, leaning my head againist the bars. "From my older sister" he says. "She..passed away recently" he says.
"Oh. Sorry..I didn't mean to bring that up" I say, frowning a little, I can't even do this right.
"It's okay" he says. "What about your's?" he asks.
"I made some friends when I was staying in Michigan when I first started travelling. They all had muscle cars and I found myself with the guys in the garage alot. One of them told me he was able to get his hands on a rare ponycar if I was willing to pay. I couldn't resist" I tell him. "And when I saw it..the money didn't matter. It's like..it's hard to explain. It was like that whole love at first sight thing that people talk about. But with my car" I say.
"You fell in love with your car at first sight" Derek repeats, amused by my choice of words.
"It's not as stupid as it sounds" I say. "I just..I spent the rest of my travels in my car"
"That guy, did he illegally get that car for you?" Derek asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Me? Do something illegal?" I ask in mock shock. "No way"
"So Scott didn't just bring up a previous street racing offense?" he asks knowingly.
"Pffft..no. I've never been in trouble with the law before" I lie. I've got a handful of offences, i'm a good citizen now though..kind of. Let's just say i'm lucky the McCall's surrogant Dad is the Shrieff.
"I know Scott and Stiles well enough to know that's bullshit" Derek says. I grin.
"No, it was fully legitimate" I assure him. "But you're definitely right about Scott and Stiles" I say. "However.."
"I was waiting for that" he says.
"The dealer option six-pack intake and carburetors install..that may have been a little illegal" I say, showing him with my fingers, with the smallest of gaps between my thumb and forefinger.
"Only like 2 or 3 of those were ever installed" Derek says. I'm impressed he knows that.
"I know" I grin. "And I have one of them" I say proudly.
"How in the hell did you manage that?" he asks.
"Let's just say mine and the mechanic's relationship was very short-lived" I say, avoiding Derek's eyes. It wasn't my proudest moment but he said if he could take me out to dinner, he'd install one, free of charge.
"Oh. That explains alot" Derek says, raising an eyebrow.
"Shut up, that's not what I meant you asshole" I say half-heartedly. "We went out to dinner, that's all, I even left town afterwards. No special favours. But it was a magical evening" I say sarcastically.
"I'm sure it was" Derek says. I chuckle.
"Well, the dealer's pack I got definitely was" I grin. The sides of Derek's lips unturn a little. I yawn. "I'm turning in, keep it down" I say, moving to lay down on the bed.
"And if I don't?" he pushes. I hold back a grin, i'm not used to having people push back like he is. I got to admit, I like the challenge.
"I'll rub your belly until you fall asleep like the good puppy you are" I coo. Derek scoffs and lays down on his own bed.
"It'd take a bowl of milk to put you to sleep" Derek sneers. "Like the good kitten you are" he says sarcastically. I yawn again.
"If I wasn't so tired, i'd claw your eyes out like the 'good kitten I am'" I threaten half-heartedly.
"Go to sleep"
"Don't tell me what to do"
"God, just go to sleep the both of you" John says, suddenly at the doors. "When you're up, i'll drive you to your cars. One more stunt like that and you'll both be back here for alot longer than a night and, we'll have both your cars impounded-"
"No! John, no!" I whine.
"Then don't do it again, alright?"
"Yeah..fine. As long as he doesn't-"
"Ash. I don't care if he does it again, I care if you do it again" John says. A little harsh but he is like a Dad to me so i'm not that suprised.
"Oh" I say, feeling awkward. "I won't" I say.
"Okay, light's are going out. See you both bright and early"
"Night John!" I call out.
"Goodnight" he says, locking the doors. The lights go out.
"Why does everyone seem to have something againist you?" I whisper to Derek.
"Go to sleep" he sighs. I frown, I feel bad for the guy. He can't be that bad, right? It's quiet after that. Jeez..sleep does not find me easy.
..
My head's heavy, eyes are sore, and i'm friggin' tired. I barely slept last night, I don't think Derek did either. It's weirdly quiet as John drives us to our cars.
"John, can I sit in the front?" I ask him through the grate dividing the front and back seats of his police cruiser.
"No. You're a criminal until I let you out" he says, amused.
"Then let me out, i'm not a criminal" I say. Derek scoffs. "Hey dick, shut up" I say, turning to the man.
"That's enough Ashlee" John sighs. I glare at Derek, the older male flashing his eyes at me. John pulls up beside our cars. He gets out and unlocks the doors, letting us out.
"Thank you" I say, hugging John tightly.
"It's okay, no more of this alright? I told Scott i'd keep this a secret but next time, I will call your mother" John warns.
"Okay. No more racing, got it" I smile.
"No more criminal activity" John corrects, tickling my side. I giggle, squirming away from him. "Okay?"
"Okay" I nod with a smile.
"I expect to catch up with you as well"
"Of course" I nod. He smiles and turns to go for his car again. "Have a safe drive" I grin.
"You too. Under the speed limit, both of you" John says, getting into his cruiser. He beeps as he drives off.
"Wow" Derek says. I turn to him. "The Shrieff sure treats you special, like your his own" Derek says.
"Well..my Dad's not around so I sort of am his own, you know?" I say, leaning againist my car. Derek looks up at me, seeing i'm serious. He leans againist his car too. "Scott hasn't told you?" I guess.
"Like you saw, we have a common enemy, we're not friends" he says.
"But we are?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"More like partners in crime" he says and I smile. "But I have seen how Scott and Stiles are attached at the hip so it's not hard to believe" he says. I nod. He doesn't move to leave. He's looking at me like he wants to say anything, but he doesn't.
"Something on your mind?" I ask him.
"Mmm, maybe" he says.
"Are you always this friggin' mysterious?" I ask him. He laughs under his breath. "Come on, out with it. I don't got all day dude" I say.
"I don't think you were being honest last night" he says.
"Excuse me?" I ask, confused.
"You're not like every other girl like you seem to think you are" he states. He's not being rude but I still find myself feeling a little defensive.
"What does that mean?"
"Well for one, you can shapeshift into a werejaguar" he says, cracking a grin. I chuckle. "And you're no Daddy's girl either" he says carefully, gauging my reaction to the subject. "So why bullshit?" he asks.
"Uh..yeah..no, i'm not. Quite the opposite actually. As for bullshitting, well..I do alot of things I can't really explain" I shrug. "My father always said.." I trail off, not sure why i'm about to tell this stranger this. I don't know why. And it annoys me that I don't know why. "He always said I was..i'm sorry, I have to go" I say, unable to finish the sentence. I quickly look away from the man, getting into my car.
"I shouldn't have said anything" he says. I look out my window at him. I bite my lip nervously, meeting his eyes again. The rest of the sentence feels heavy on my tongue as Derek looks at me with that intense gaze of his.
"It's okay" I say, taking a deep breath. I don't want him to feel like he stepped over a line, I brought my father up first. It's human nature to be curious, it's even worse for a wild animal. "Let's just say..I was never worth his time" I tell him. Derek frowns at me and I begin to feel far too vulnerable for my liking. So I do what I do best, I take off, flicking dirt up as I drive down the road, heading for my old house.
..
..
Weird relationship between them..I like it. Favourite, follow and review!