Save Me
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Fight
Next Day After School: Lacross Practice
Scott slammed his locker shut. Despite his claim to make Derek pay, he had no idea how. Derek had his pack. Even Erica had to go back when her alpha called her. Allison came to mind as back up but he pushed that thought aside. He felt sick for even considering putting her in that kind of danger. Plus she was an Argent, daughter of a family of werewolf hunters. She was the last person he should involve in this.
"Bad day McCall?" Coach Bobby Finstock asked.
"I'm fine coach," Scott said, "school work."
"Then focus on your grades, not destruction of school property," Coach Finstock told him, "if we lose this locker room again thanks to wanton damage we'll have to do shifts sharing with the girls. And you know how long girls take to get read," he joked receiving a lot of laughs.
Scott cracked a smile. "Yes sir."
Just then Issac walked in red faced. He went straight to Scott. "Did your girlfriend threaten Derek?"
The locker room went silent.
"Why would Derek be talking to Alli..." Scott was on his feet, "what the hell is he doing near Allison? He didn't get enough from Stiles?" he demanded.
"What are you two talking about?" Coach Finstock asked confused.
"Nothing," Issac said glaring at Scott.
Scott stood his ground. "If he talks to Allison again it won't be nothing."
"Oh stuff it," Issac turned away, "Stiles probably made the whole thing up," he muttered.
Scott roared and jumped Issac. The unprepared teen got several punches in the face. He recovered and shoved Scott off. For several minutes everyone just watched as they went at it. Issac got a punch in and Scott flicked into a group of unsuspecting team members. The fight was finally broken when some of the bigger players stood between them. Their angry faces made it clear the fight was over.
"Ok, let's all stop acting like Popeye exists and we're on his spinach," Coach Finstock said carefully, "whatever you guys are on, get off it," he told Issac and Scott who got to their feet and dragged themselves to opposite corners.
"This is far from over," Scott called out, "you remember that Lahey."
"Whatever," Issac said nursing his swollen eye.
"It's over," a random team member spoke up, "unless you two want to explain your injuries being non-sport related, right coach?"
"What? Um, yeah," Coach Finstock agreed, "I don't know how this Stiles, Derek situation works but there'll be no fighting in here," he said sternly, "Stiles is suspended for skipping school and is in bigger trouble for running off and the legal resources wasted searching for him. Now none of you are throwing Lacross away over some tiff or whatever minor squabble you're having," he told Issac and Scott.
"It's not a Tiff," Scott said, "it's serious."
"Sure it is," Jackson scoffed, "the great Stilinski's missing and you fall apart. Lucky for us when Allison missed school the other day you didn't pass out," he added and the locker room burst out laughing.
Scott who was trying to stay angry soon started lsughing. It seemed so foreign since what happened to Stiles. Laughter was definitely not something he did often.
"I'm sorry."
Scott stopped abruptly.
"I know Stiles wouldn't lie about something like that,," Issac played with his helmet, "I shouldn't...I shouldn't bad talk Stilinski when the guy's not here to defend himself," he decided to say.
Scott's jaw tightened. "Yeah, apology accepted."
Soon everyone was out training and everything went as usual with coach giving pointers and berating those not trying hard enough. During a break Danny Mahealani walked up to Coach Finstock.
"What's the deal with Stilinksi coach?" Danny asked.
"I don't know," Coach Finstock said watching Scott dump water on himself, "but it's not good."
Earlier at 11:30 a.m.
Erica tried walking up to the Stilinski house for the thousanth time but kept walking back several feet. Derek had ordered her not to go within a certain distance of the residence or have contact with Stiles unless he directly said he wanted to talk to her. "Ugh that ass hole!"
"I'm guess you're refering to Derek," a familiar voice said from behind her, "and yes you can talk to me, touch me, even eat me if that's what you want," he added guessing her stopped visits was due to Derek's handiwork.
Erica turned around to see Stiles with a brown take out back from a fast food restaurant. Her face lit and she ran to hug him.
Stiles gasped as he felt her embrace.
"Sorry," Erica stepped back, "you look good, minus the bags under your eyes and...this is new bag lady," she added in reference to his several layers of clothes.
Stiles redenned. "You've never seen me out since I went home. It seems no matter how I try I can't get a foor outside my house without at least five layers of clothes on. Crazy huh?"
Erica stroked Stiles face. She knew he was having a hard time. Bad enough he was grounded indefintely and stuck at home. His father also banned Stiles from contacting anyone without his permission and presence.
"Um, we can sit on the curb, unless you want to go inside," Stiles suggested.
"It's a nice day, let's just eat right here," Erica sat down, "unless fresh air's not your thing," she teased.
"No, I'm just glad you're here," Stiles said, "you're the only one who wants to just talk."
Erica blushed. She had no idea why.
"I want you to know something," Stiles sat beside her and shared his lunch, "I'm happy for you, you made the right choice."
Erica was shocked by his words. Scott and Stiles were usually saying she made the wrong choice becoming a werewold.
"I understand now how hard it can be just accepting things as they are," Stiles added.
Erica focused on her meal. "Stiles, shut up, smile, eat."
"Aye, Aye, Captain," Stiles obeyed.
Later at night, around 10:45 pm
"So you want my help? Why should I do this boy?"
"You're the only one I can turn to right now. Please. Isn't it obvious if I agree to meet you, alone."
"Not my problem. Now answer my last question."
"Stiles was hurt, badly. I'm begging you."
"Get on your knees Scott McCall."
Scott slowly went on his knees. He looked around the abandoned warehouse he agreed to meet his last hope. Derek was a loose cannon. Sooner or later Stiles would be in danger again or worse. Maybe it would happen to someone else. Scott couldn't just wait around for that to happen.
"Beg!" his last hope ordered.
"Please help me Gerard," Scott said, "I'm nothing without your guidance. You're the perfect hunter and if I don't have your help...I don't know what I'll do."
Gerard Argent grinned from over the teen. He'd been waiting for this moment. After the bite failed to turn him into a werewolf, he nearly died from all the mountain ash he'd unknowingly swallowed thanks to Scott. He had to go to Dr. Deaton after sucking up his pride. Now he'd get his revenge.
"I'm still dying of cancer you know," Gerard reminded him, "but I guess I can train you," he decided, "so what do you want to know?"'
"Teach me how to kill a werewolf without my powers," Scott said, "like hunters do."
"These lessons won't be for free Scott," Gerard told him.
"I accept any price you set," Scott declared.
Gerard grinned. "Then let the teaching begin."
Sorry for the wait. I hope this chapter kept you on the edge of your seat. Thank you everyone who review.
