(Stiles' PointOfView)
"I can't believe Derek's doing this! He cant just take advantage of Ian like that!" I sat and listened to Scott ranting about Ian and Derek. We 'found out' about them yesterday and he hasn't shut up since.
"You know, they are old enough to know what they're doing..." Scott turned to me, wide-eyed.
"I thought you'd defend me Stiles. Are you telling me you'd rather her be with him than somebody else?"
"No!" That was the last thing i'd ever want. Picturing Ian with that violent, hulking idiot...It made me wish I was a werewolf, just so I could rip Derek to shreds. "She's like a doll to him, he'd probably break her..." My heart squeezed, and I froze, knowing Scott had to've heard it. If Derek ever really did something like that...
"We need to do something about this..."
"I'd say you could go to the cops, 'cause she's only 17, but that probably wouldn't do anything..." Thinking of Derek being hauled away in handcuffs again made me smile.
"Stiles, come on, be serious!"
"You think i'm not?! Listen, you can throw your little PMS fit all you want, but I have to get home. Dad's gonna want me to check in." Part of the trouble of being the Sheriff's son, he had to know where I was every minute, especially after all the werewolf crap that went on. "You gonna be good?"
"Yeah...Have to go to Allison's soon anyway...Do me a favor, and see if you can call Ian. She won't
answer me." I resisted telling him it was because he threw a fit last night, screamed at Ian, and got punched by Derek. I winced, remembering how Scott's face had bruised before it healed.
"Sure, dude." I got up and walked out of Scott's house, and slammed my forehead on the steering wheel once I got in my Jeep. If only i'd done something, maybe Ian wouldn't be with Derek...Hell, I wouldn't even be in this situation if i'd done something for Lydia too... "I'm such an idiot!"
I smacked my forehead again, and a voice said "You're gonna give yourself a concussion." I jumped and saw Ian sitting in the passenger seat, eyes closed, hood pulled over her head.
"Don't do that! You trying to kill me? Actually, don't answer that." She laughed.
"Don't act so surprised. I know you were gonna call me anyway. I was out here listening almost the whole time." I cursed internally, knowing she'd heard what I said about Derek and the police. "Gonna drive or not?"
"I'm going home. Planning on joining me?" She cringed, and I smacked myself again. "Sorry...Where you wanna go?"
"Your house. I have to see your dad."
"For what? Gonna file that report on Derek?" Ian sat up and looked at me, and I saw how swollen and red her eyes were.
"Don't worry about why. It involves a body in the morgue, that's all you need to know."
As I pulled away from Scott's house, I asked "Who's body?" Ian said nothing. "A family members?" Still nothing. "A friends? Is it someone I know?" She turned and looked out the side window. "Is it...Dereks sister?"
"Stiles, seriously, can you shut up?"
"Shutting up now." I looked over at Ian as I drove. She even looked sad. Guess Scott and I weren't so gentle yesterday...
We got to my house and Ian jumped out, running right up to the front door and going inside. I shut the Jeep off and ran after her.
She was inside, saying hi to my dad.
"Yeah, I really needed to talk to you, , so Stiles volunteered to drive me over..." She glared at me. "...It's really important."
"Sure, sure, come sit down. Stiles, go get her a drink." My dad took her to sit in the dining room and I went out to the kitchen and stood by the doorway, trying to listen. I only caught a few words. Funeral...Money...Laura...Shameful...Help...
I grabbed a soda from the fridge ans went in, sitting beside Ian and handing it to her. "So, what're you two talking about?"
When Ian didn't answer, my dad said "Your friends Ian here wants to give Laura Hale a funeral, and wanted to know about the legalities of it. And how she would pay for it, of course. You involved in this?" I shook my head.
"It was Derek, actually...Did you know him and Ian are dating now?" Ian glared again, and punched me in the leg, hard. I held my breath to keep from screaming, knowing i'd have one hell of a welt later.
My dad turned to Ian, interested. "It's about time that boy gets a woman in his life. been alone in that damned house for way too long now. You know about what happened there Ian?" She nodded. "Damned tragedy...Good thing we caught the woman responsible for it." Ian perked up.
"Really..? Is she in the local prison?" My dad nodded.
"Awaiting trial, though I don't see the point of it. She'll probably be convicted of all the recent murders too." I looked my dad up and down, realizing he'd been drinking. No wonder he was so chatty.
"Hm...Maybe i'll go see her one of these days. Think you can set it up, Sheriff?"
"Well, we don't usually do that...but I suppose you'll want some closure for Derek, so sure." I groaned, smacking my forehead on the table. "Stiles?"
"If I die of a concussion, please, burn my body." My dad laughed and Ian was dead silent.
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(Scott's Point Of View)
"Thank you Mr. Argent, really." I shook Allisons dads hand.
"I'll give you a few minutes, then back inside Allison." He shut the front door and I turned to Allison and her smiling face under the bright porch light.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, and I grinned.
"I didn't know you'd been so...pent up inside." She giggled.
"Then you need to get to know me better." I leaned in the kiss her again and my phone buzzed in my pocket, and I groaned. "Go on, it might be important."
I pulled it out and it was Stiles. "What Stiles? I'm kinda busy."
"Did you know Ian is planning on giving Derek's sister a funeral?"
"What?!" Allison looked confused when I almost shouted into my phone. "When did she decide this?"
"I have no idea! Right after I left your house she was in my Jeep, and wanted to go to my house to talk to my dad. He's in the dining room with her, talking about how they have to 'get all the legal crap out of the way' and all that."
"And you know nothing?"
"Obviously!" I groaned.
"I'll be there in a few." I hung up and turned back to Allison, who was looking down, laughing softly. "Sorry, I have to go...Stiles is having a little trouble with Ian."
"Is he trying to ask her out?"
"Something like that...She's already taken though."
"I'm not surprised. She's a pretty girl. Whoever got her is lucky." I knew if Allison knew it was Derek she was with, she probably wouldn't be so happy. "Go on, he needs you. His self-esteem is low enough."
"Raincheck?" Allison smiled and kissed me again before I jumped on my bike and rode away.
It was a few minutes before I got to Stiles' house, and found him sitting out on his front porch. I tossed my bike down and went up to him and said "Where's Ian? You said she was here."
"Inside...I had to get outta there for a few minutes." I walked past him inside the door, just in time to hear Ian call my name. I went into the kitchen to find her holding Stiles' dad under his armpits.
"Help a little, would you Scott? Get his feet." I grabbed his feet and Ian and I carried him to the front room, and laid him on the couch. Stiles came back inside just as Ian was covering him with a blanket that was on the back of the couch. "He passed out at the table. You should really watch what your dad drinks, Stiles. And Scott, it's about time you got here."
Ian sounded angry, hostile even. A bit of an overreaction, I think.
"Stiles was worried, so of course I came. but why are you here, and talking about Dereks sister?"
"Because I want to give Laura a funeral, like I told him. The girl has been sitting in the morgue for months now, freezing, never getting the chance to really say goodbye to the world."
"But you didn't even know her!"
"And you did?" She was definitely angry now. "All you know is that she was some poor girl, the sister of one of your friends, that got killed before you knew her. You don't what she was like, the things she did, or the people she knew."
"But neither do you..!"
"Don't interrupt me!" Ian shouted loud enough to make me cringe. "I know her better than either of you do. I look at the things she said and did and I actually have a picture of what she was like. Not to mention the fact that I talk to Derek about things." She grabbed at her wolk necklace and held it up. "This was a present from Derek's mom to him, and then he gave it to his sister for her birthday. When he came back from New York, Laura had left it for him, and then he gave it to me a couple days ago."
"But...why would he give it to you?" Ian's face grew red and her eyes flashed yellow.
"Because Derek is a good person, Scott. If you or anyone else in this town would take a second to look, you would notice that. At least Stiles' dad is starting to see it. The man may be the occasional drunk, but at least he knows what he's talking about." Ian turned away from me, headed for the door.
I grabbed her by the wrist and said "Wait, where are you going?"
"Home, where do you think? Thanks to you, Derek is wallowing in misery, so I invited him to come to my house for the weekend. Enjoy some good food, a nice atmosphere, and nice friends." I let her go, frowning as she walked out the front door.
Stiles came up beside me and said "You see what I mean? They're obsessed with eachother..."
"It's not right! What if Derek does something to her, hurts her? What if he does something and she goes psycho and kills a bunch of people like the last Alpha?"
"I think we seriously need some help."
"Who? There's nobody to help us!"
"What about...Allison?" I looked at Stiles like he'd gone nuts. "I'm just saying! What if she convinces Ian not to be with Derek? Ian would probably listen better to Allison, since she's a girl and all..." I shook my head.
"We can't! Then we'd have to tell her that Ian is a werewolf! Then her family would find out, and they might come for her...Just because Allison's family is cool with me and Derek doesn't mean they'll be cool with Ian."
Stiles frowned, looking down at the ground...
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(Kay's PointOfView)
I was in the kicthen and heard a knock at the door, and sat down the wooden spoon I was holding. Rachel was at work and Ian had went somewhere, so I was stuck cooking dinner alone. Parmesan chicken.
When I made it to the front door and opened it, I gasped. It was Ian and Scott's friend. Derek, I think his name was.
"Uh, um...Hi there. Did Ian invite you over?" He nodded. "Well, she's not here right now, but if you want to come inside to wait..."
"Thank you." He stepped past me, and I got a whiff of cologne and something woodsy. Must've lived by the woods. "When will she be back?"
I quickly shut the door and spun around to face him. "She...didn't say. But it must be soon. I just got a call from your friends Scott and Stiles saying she'd left, and that she was headed home." He chuckled, dark and low, and I felt my cheeks flush.
"They're not friends...More like aqquaintances. Do you mind if I wait in Ian's bedroom?"
"Well, i'm not sure..." He stared down at me intently, his bright green eyes mesmerizing. "I...Sure, it'd be alright...Ian's is the master bedroom, top of the stairs..."
"Thank you." I watched as he went up the stairs, then ran back to the kitchen and scrambled for my phone.
I quickly dialed Ian's number and waited anxiously. When she finally answered, I screamed "Ian! Why is that boy Derek here?"
"I invited him over, obviously. For the weekend."
"The weekend..? Why? Don't you think me and Rachel would've liked to know? Where's he gonna sleep? What..." A sudden realization hit me that I didn't think of before. I felt very stupid for not seeing it right away. "Are you and Derek...dating?"
"You just realized? Why else would I invite him over for the weekend?! Besides the fact that he lives all alone in a big mansion where his whole family died, and I don't think anybody should live that way, especially him." I gasped, hand over my mouth.
"What? Why didn't you tell me sooner?! Oh, he must be so sad, the poor boy..."
"Stop calling him 'boy'. He's 23 and a full 4 years older than you are."
"Ok...When will you be home?"
"A few minutes. I'm already halfway there." Ian hung up and I put my phone away, worried. She sounded really irritated and mad, and she's never hung up on me like that before.
I went back to cooking, but didn't have time for much besides taking the chicken off the stove and finishing the sauce before Ian walked in the front door. I ran out to meet her, catching her as she was going up the stairs.
"Are you okay Ian? You sounded pretty irritated on the phone."
"That's because I was. Where's Derek?"
"Waiting up in your bedroom...What's going on Ian? You've been...different since we got here. Is something happening? If it's something between you and Derek, maybe..." Ian held up and hand, which I noticed was calloused and dirty. Way different than before.
"It's nothing you need to worry about right now. I'm just sorting out a misunderstanding between me and a couple of friends is all, nothing much. Have you been talking to Rachel?"
"Yeah." Ian giggled, and I smiled a bit. Rachel had been noticing things too, but she wasn't nearly as perceptive about Ian like I was. "I just wanted to be sure. you've been a ghost since we got here. I thought maybe you were having trouble with your parents again..." Ian flinched and regretted saying anything about her parents.
"Well, I think i'll always have trouble with that. Come get us when the food's done?" I nodded and Ian continued up the stairs, out of sight.
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(Rachel's PointOfView)
"You let her do WHAT? Kay!"
"You can't deny that Ian's been in serious trouble, and I think this Derek boy is helping her. Came on Rach, I know you see it too..." I groaned.
"I don't know...Does she even know anything about him?!"
"She told me he's 23, lives in a mansion out in the woods by himself, 'cause he doesn't have any family. She didn't really say anything else..." 23? Did she honestly just say 23?!
I took a deep breath and said "Where are they?"
"Up in Ian's bedroom. I said they could wait there until I got the food done."
"I'll go get them." Kay sighed as I turned and jogged up the stairs.
I creeped up to Ian's door, and put my ear up to it, but couldn't hear anything. I knocked and said "It's Rachel..." and went in.
Derek and Ian were sitting together at the top of the bed, against the headboard. They weren't talking, just sitting together, holding hands. Ian looked up at me when I walked in, looking very sad.
"I, um...Kay told me to get you. the food's done." Ian nodded, and her and Derek scooted off the edge of the bed and stood. I led them down the stairs and into the dining room, where they sat down beside eachother at the head of the table.
I went into the kitchen with Kay to get the food, and she said "Ian really looks bad, doesn't she?" I nodded.
"I just don't know what's with her...maybe we shouldn't have moved out here, maybe we should go back." Ian's head turned in our direction. "Wait...she couldn't have heard us, could she?" Kay shrugged.
"I don't know anything anymore. Come on, let's just do this. Maybe she'll be better after she gets a little food in her." I helped Kay load up a couple of plates and we took them out there, and I sat the two I was carrying in front of Ian and Derek. Kay and I sat across from them, and I watched Ian pick at her food.
Several minutes passed in awkward silence, only the sound of chewing and forks hitting plates audible.
"Ian..." She looked up at me. "I know something's been up with you lately. You're...different. Sad, depressed even. Skipping school, keeping things from us, it's...worrysome. If it has something to do with the move, maybe we can go back to Westwood..." Ian shook her head.
"I want to be here. Things have changed for me, but not in the bad way like you think. I have more friends, more freedom, i'm living with you two..." She smiled. "...And I have a great guy to share it with. It's just...there's been some things i've had to get used to."
"What?" She bit her lip. "Ian, you have to tell me and Kay what's been bothering you. Maybe we can help."
"You can't. nobody can. It's something i'll have to live with forever." When I stared at her quizzically, she sighed. "It's something from...my parents. Or one of them, at least."
"What is it? Did they leave you something? Is it something...bad?" Ian opened her mouth and I saw Derek sqeeze her hand. She patted his hand reassuringly and turned back to me.
"It's something...genetic. I only found out about it the first day we came here, so it was a surprise to me too..." My eyes widened.
"Please tell me you don't have leukemia or something. I see it all the time at the hospital..." Ian shook her head and I let out a deep breath.
"It's worse. I...I don't know how to explain it. It's something i'd have to show you."
"What?" Ian closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Several seconds of silence passed and she opened her eyes, and Kay and I both stumbled back, almost falling out of our chairs. Ian's eyes had become...red. Evil red. She scratched at the table with long, ugly fingernails, and when she opened her mouth, fangs protruded from her upper jaw.
I froze as she took a few more deep breaths and returned to normal, still holding Derek's hand. He seemed unmoved by her transformation, as if...he already knew.
"What...are you?"
"A werewolf. I didn't find out until we came here, because...Scott and Derek are werewolves too." My heart nearly jumped into my throat when she said that.
Werewolves? Werewolves? That kind of stuff is only supposed ot be in fairy tales and horror stories! It's not supposed to be real!
"It's impossible...You can't be! That stuff isn't real!" My breathing was rapid, and I slumped against Kay as a certain lightheadedness washed over me. Ian and Derek rushed over to my side, Ian supporting me.
"Rachel...Rachel!" She screamed my name as my eyes rolled back and I fell unconcious.