I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter here's the next one! This is set during/after the final scene of Episode 2 when Jackson finds Scott's glove with the claw holes in it. Enjoy!
Scott and Stiles were going to pay. They had no right to snoop around my house. They had no right to dig up my sister's grave. They have no idea what is going on. Especially Stiles. He has no idea what he is getting himself into. Why can't he just mind his own business and live a normal human life.
After Scott's great performance on the lacrosse field tonight Derek decided to stay back and make sure the idiot didn't reveal himself any more so. He was walking over to the change rooms when he saw that Jackson kid picking up Scott's abandoned glove.
Nice one, Scott. Real great idea leaving your glove lying out on the field where ANYONE could find it.
Jackson looked over at me. I knew he had his suspicions but hopefully he is still a fair way off. I doubt anyone would believe him if he started accusing Scott of being a werewolf anyway. Not everyone can have lunatic friends who will believe anything they read on the internet.
I'd had enough. He can keep the damn glove. If anything happens, it will be Scott who gets in trouble, not me. They have nothing on me. Because unlike Scott, I'm smart enough to cover my tracks. I turn and start to walk away when I hear a voice.
"Damn it!"
Smirking to himself Derek thought 'Well if it isn't one half of my favourite duo'.
Stiles was having trouble opening his car door. The key just wouldn't seem to turn. He fumbled around with it and accidentally dropped it. With an exasperated sigh he threw his hands up in the air and shouted. "Is this a sign? Do you want me to get a better car? Because I'm all for getting a new car!"
The car park was almost isolated. There were only four cars left including Stiles'. The rest of the team-including Scott-had left to celebrate at Danny's house leaving Stiles all by himself attempting and failing to get into his own car. Sometimes Stiles didn't understand why he was still friends with Scott. He could be totally selfish sometimes. But then again he did have his moments.
Stiles, sighing again, bent down to pick up the stubborn key and stood back up to find a very angry Derek Hale staring at him from the other side of the parking lot.
For a moment Stiles was frozen, just staring back at Derek, almost disbelieving that he was even there. When Derek began walking towards him Stiles' brain finally processed that this was actually happening. Derek was here to get his revenge.
Stiles whispered, "Oh no. Oh God, please no." He quickly turned around and desperately tried to unlock his car once more, muttering "no no no" over and over again.
Stiles had finally gotten the key to turn and unlock the door when suddenly he was grabbed from behind and pinned against the car door. Stiles squealed as Derek's body held him in place up against the car.
"Please don't hurt me. I didn't want to rat you out to the cops. It was all Scott's fault. I swear!" Stiles curled into himself trying to shield his face from Derek.
Derek growled at Stiles, "Why were you snooping around my house?"
"Okay, okay, so maybe Scott smelled blood and we decided to investigate," Stiles slowly looked up at Derek and saw him intently listening to what Stiles had to say, "but let's not forget that it was YOU who murdered your own sister. That's just sick dude." Stiles wasn't sure where he got that little boost of confidence came from and he knew it was wrong to provoke the guy but right now he felt like investigating. He still didn't know why Derek had killed his own sister and the curiosity was eating him from the inside out.
Derek's eyes flashed bright blue at having been accused of killing Laura. Stiles knew nothing. He had no right to accuse him of such a crime. He would never intentionally hurt his own pack.
"You have no idea what you are talking about." Derek was struggling to control his anger. His chest was heaving and he was finding it hard to breathe.
"What do you mean I have no idea!? I saw the damn body!" Stiles realised too late that he probably shouldn't have provoked Derek any further than he already had but he felt aggravated that Derek would so willingly kill his own family. Stiles knew firsthand how hard it was to lose someone you loved unconditionally.
Derek's eyes were now glowing blue, his fangs had extended and his claws were out but Stiles had no intention of backing down just yet. So Derek picked Stiles up off the ground and threw him against his car door. Stiles' head hit his car window and fell to the ground where he stayed temporarily. He clutched his head but stood up again almost instantly. He still wasn't backing down. He wanted answers.
Stiles just stood in front of Derek and stared right into the beta's eyes; almost challenging him. Derek hated his eyes. They were so damn questioning; so damn calming; so damn innocent.
Why isn't he backing down? Why isn't he afraid? What do I have to do to scare this kid?
Derek was huffing as he stared back into Stiles' eyes with disbelief. The former just glared back unwavering. Stiles' eyes were so soothing Derek's claws and fangs retracted. His eyes however remained glowing blue.
Derek lost it. For reasons unknown he didn't want Stiles believing he murdered Laura. "I didn't kill her! I couldn't kill her! She was my sister!"
Stiles flinched back at Derek's hurt tone of voice. So apparently Derek cared more about his sister than I thought. But that doesn't mean he didn't kill her. And if he didn't kill her why was he hiding her body?
Stiles narrowed his eyes looking into Derek's large and irrational ones, still glowing blue. "Why don't I believe you?"
"I don't know why you don't believe me because I'm telling you the truth; I didn't kill her. Maybe it's because you're a fucking idiot who doesn't know how to stay out of my business!"
The wolf inside of Derek rose up again having been reminded why he was irritated with Stiles in the first place. He needed to teach Stiles a lesson about privacy. He needed to stay away from Derek's house. He knew nothing about him and that's just how Derek wanted it to stay. Or is it?
Derek's claws were back and Stiles had run out of courage. He looked at Derek's claws and then back into Derek's eyes but Stiles' eyes had lost their calming effect as they were now wide and full of fear. Derek grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him into the car one more time for good measure and quickly walked off. This time when Stiles fell to the floor he clutched his head and stayed there for a good five minutes.
"God, ow!" When Stiles stumbled up he looked around but Derek was nowhere in sight. Yep I'm definitely afraid of him.