Okay, so this story keeps growing and getting longer in my mind, so if you get bored go ahead and give me suggestions. Also, now that I saw the season Finale I'll have to write another fanfiction. Eventually. I'm gona try to keep writing so as to not go insane waiting for season two to come out.
BTW if you turn on E.T.(Benny Benassi radio edit) by Katy Perry at the first `~*_*~' you'll have "the girl" in your head. That's what I was listening to when I wrote that section. also listen to 'Vintage (sans drums) by break of reality' during the rescue aka the second `~*_*~'
Chapter 3
Jackson sat in the waiting room of a hospital, hoping to get news about his ex-girlfriend. His leg bounced in anticipation; hand on his mouth in an attempt to comfort him. The Sherriff walked into the waiting room on a mission. A young girl was dying and he had no idea how or why. Jackson stood up when Sherriff Stilinski walked in.
"What happened?" ask the Sherriff.
"What? I don't know," was Jackson's reply. The Sherriff snapped, he grabbed Jackson and pushed him up against a wall.
"Don't lie to me, Jackson!" growled the Sherriff. "What happened to that girl?"
"This isn't my fault!" cried the teen.
"Then who's is it?"
"I don't know!" yelled Jackson. The Sherriff sighed in irritation.
"Then what do you know?"
"Stiles was there."
The Sherriff went deadly silent. "What?" he asked after a moment.
"I saw Stiles leaving the field with some guy."
"Some guy? Some guy like, Derek Hale?"
"I was too far away to see, but no I don't think it was Derek."
"So, you saw my son leave the field, a field with a bleeding girl, with a man that was most likely responsible for Lydia's injuries, and you're just telling someone about this now?" Jackson stayed silent. The Sherriff let go of the boy and turned around. He tried to compose himself and failed. Instead he started walking out the door.
"Wait! Where are you going?" cried Jackson. The Sherriff turned to look at the teen, anger and fear clearly written on the man's face.
"I need to find my son," he replied. "Before someone else finds him dead in a ditch somewhere." Then the Sherriff was gone and the door swung back and forth from his exit. Jackson sank onto a chair, his shoulders sagging in shame.
`~*_*~'
Stiles was still sitting on the floor of his room with his feet splayed out in front of him and his back leaning against his bed. He cradled his still bleeding wrist to his chest. The pain throbbed throughout his whole arm. He no longer knew what to do. His mind went from one bad scenario to another; how he would tell Scott to what would happen with the hunters.
Suddenly his door flew open and hit the wall. A smiling petite girl walked in quickly, holding an unconscious Scott in her arms. Soon the young werewolf was dumped onto Stiles' bed and the girl was adjusting her shiny silver shirt. Then the girl finally looked to Stiles and her smile grew.
"Hey how's it goin-," said the girl in greeting. Stiles' jaw was open. He jumped up fast and faced the intruder.
"What? Who…what the hell is going on!" stuttered Stiles. "Who are you?"
The girl smirked and replied with, "I'm a friend of Derek's. Hunters tried to dognap your pet. He bled all over my car. And now that you're all caught up…I'm gona go rescue Derek now, 'kay? Wonderful." The girl was at the window before Stiles' mind finally caught up.
"What! No wait! What happened!" cried Stiles.
"Look, I don't have time to debrief you right now, 'kay? Great. See ya!" replied the girl right before she jumped through the window and was gone.
Stiles was in shock. A tiny hot girl in a shiny shirt just dumped his werewolf best friend on his bed and then jumped out his window. Wait. Best friend. Scott! Stiles spun around and went to Scott's side.
"Scott!" Stiles yelled. "Come on man, wake up."
"Stiles?" moaned Scott, still not all there. That one word was, however, all Stiles needed to sigh and instantly relax. Stiles lay down next to Scott and slowly drifted off to sleep.
`~*_*~'
The moon wasn't full but it was still bright. A chill was in the air when the fog rolled in, obscuring the sight of many creatures. Andromeda, however, didn't need her sight for tracking a sent. She followed the Alpha werewolf's sent from the boy's house. She ran at top speed, swerving to avoid obstacles again and again. It wasn't a very safe thing to do, but it was necessary. Despite her calm demeanor at the human's house, she was desperately afraid that she wouldn't make it to Derek in time. If he died, she would never be able to repay her dept. This was unacceptable. Andromeda sped down an open hatch in the middle of the woods. The smell of blood stained the air. She came upon a fight past a bent metal door. Hunters were firing at an alpha werewolf, the wolf had a man hanging in its mouth by his neck, and Derek was on a wall; one chain off and digging at the next.
Andromeda had Derek free and out the door in the blink of a human eye. Literally. A roar broke the air from behind them and shook the world. Andromeda ran. She ran as fast as she could. She began to slow closer to her car. When they reached the car, she gently placed Derek in the passenger seat and speed to her own. The car spun out as it accelerated, spiting dirt and rocks in its wake.
When they were safely on the road, Derek gave a sigh and relaxed back into his seat. Andromeda glances over at Derek, then back at the road.
"We areso even," she spits out. Derek takes her hand and gently kisses the back of it.
"Thank you," he sighs.
"You're welcome," she replies, equally gentle.
"So…" Derek begins as he releases Andromeda's hand, "where are we going?"
Andromeda smirks with her answer: "Your little human boy's house."
"What!" yells Derek, pissed. "Don't you have a hotel or something? Why can't we go there?"
"The alpha bit the boy. He's one of you now. I thought that you'd want to welcome him into the family."
"What!"
"So, to Stiles' house we go."
Derek was glaring out at the road now. "Go faster." A women's joyous laughter filled the air.
