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"What's going on?"

I'd just gotten a text from Stiles.

Judging from his panicked typing (he spelt my house, m yhoosw) I'd rushed over.

It had taken a lot of concentration to get home after the whole walking into a wall fiasco.

And then school the next day was hell.

Literal hell.

It was so hot.

But now, the day was over, and we had the weekend to look forward to!

"Get in. You gotta see this thing. I've been up all night reading - websites, books. All this information."

Oh, we're at this bit.

I really hate Scott at this bit.

Oh wait!

I'm here.

I can do something!

What to do?

"How much Adderall have you had today?"

Haha…

"A lot. Doesn't matter. Okay, just listen."

WHAT DO I DO?

I can't let Scott go to the party.

He doesn't do anything too bad, but it's still a way of earning Derek's trust.

And I really want his trust.

Not because he's hot or anything...

"Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?"

Pfft. Please Scott, we're way past dead bodies.

"No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale."

Dun dun dun!

"Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day."

Yes Scott. Thanks for reminding all of us.

"Yeah! Yes. But that's not it, okay?"

You can do it Stiles!

"What, then?"

I don't want to interupt this moment.

"Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore. The wolf - the bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?"

Stiles you're such a nerd!

"Should I?"

Yes. I mean. It would be helpful.

Seeing as you're a werewolf now...

"It's a signal, okay? When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em."

Nope. Just two.

One really hot one.

And one INSANE KILLER.

"A whole pack of wolves?"

Really Scott?

"No - Werewolves."

Again, that pronoun game is just biting you in the ass Stiles.

"Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."

Not if I can stop it.

Be prepared to meet an immovable force!

"I saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay, what you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible."

Seriously. I really want to fast forward this.

"Yeah, so I made a good shot."

It was a good shot.

Like, jaw dropping.

"No, you made an incredible shot, I mean - The way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. Y'know, People can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore."

Ah right. The inhaler.

I may- or may not have- taken a photo of that.

"Okay! Dude, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow."

Oh o. Bad move Scotty boy.

"Tomorrow?! What? No! The full moon's tonight. Don't you get it?"

Nobody gets it Stiles.

You're playing the friggin' pronoun game.

"What are you trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?"

He's not!

Honestly, Scott's such a dweeb.

"I'm trying to help. You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak."

Wow. cursed is a little bit harsh.

"Bloodlust?"

FREAKING PRONOUN GAME!

I may as well just explain it from now on.

Actually… that's a really good idea.

"Yeah, your urge to kill."

God, can we take another moment please-

Stiles is so damn cute isn't he?

I want to hug him…

Hah! I'm hugging him!

CLING FOR MY DEAR LIFE!

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles."

Oh no I'm getting pushed off.

Yeah, look at the laptop. Laptop is far more interesting than Elle. *Cry.*

"You gotta hear this. "The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse." All right? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date. I'm gonna call her right now."

Here we go!

"What are you doing?"

Taking your phone apparently. Smooth Stiles.

"I'm canceling the date."

Cockblocking, by Stiles.

"No, give it to me!"

Wow! Aggressive much?

"I'm sorry. I - I gotta go get ready for that party. I'm sorry."

Hold it!

I'm going to take a lesson, from many hours of watching sports.

Fake an injury.

"Ooh," I groan, clutching my stomach. "My stomach!"

Scott pauses, and Stiles turns to me, concerned. "Elle?"

"MY STOMACH!" I screech and then collapse on the ground.

FAKE FIT!

FROTHING FROM THE MOUTH!

"Oh my god! Elle!" Scott drops down at my side and holds my head to his chest. "Elle?"

Stiles kneels down next. "Maybe we should- Should get her to the hospital."

"Water," I croak. Scene, I am a dehydrated man in the middle of the desert. Action. "Please, water."

"I'll go get it," Stiles quickly jumps up and runs.

I mean, he's sprinting!

Scott lifts up my shirt.

OH I KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING AND I'M SO READY FOR IT-

And examines my stomach.

Aw…

I'm not disappointed, I swear.

"It looks okay. Is it hurting or something?"

More whimpers of pain!

Don't fail me now tear ducts!

"Get me- To the bed."

Oh wow.

I should have taken more drama classes.

This is beautiful.

I may just cry in my euphoria.

Wait.

What's that in the window?

Is that…

Derek?

Stiles is back!

"Drink up," he places the bottle to my lips.

Meanwhile, Scott is backing up to the wall.

Oh dear.

The full moon's out.

"Scott," I say, sitting up in the bed. My acting career will have to be put on hold. "Stiles get the door."

It takes the boy a moment, but the genius he is he finally gets it.

He runs to the door and gets the lock.

Fuck.

What do I do?

Scott's really panting now.

Allisson was his anchor, but he doesn't love her yet.

And I'm not about to let Derek into Stiles's room.

I mean.

That would look really bad.

"Scott listen to me. You need to listen to me. Listen to me and your heartbeat. Listen to it slow-" That's it. I'm talking down a wild animal. I am the wolf whisperer. "It's slowing, isn't it Scott? You're calming down. I'm here, and you're calming down."

Stiles isn't of much help.

Do something!

Oh look.

Now he's freaking out.

Great.

Guess it's still on me.

"You are your own anchor," (I'm totally stealing this.) "Stay calm. Use your anger to calm yourself. Fuel yourself on your anger to focus. Focus on your heartbeat. Listen to it slow."

Oh my G- is it working?

Maybe…

My phone beeped.

Leave.

Oh, smooth Derek.

"Stiles?"

No response.

He's gaping at me.

Okay.

Plan B.

Grab his arm and RUN!

Yes! we made it downstairs.

"What the hell was that?"

Poor Stiles.

Now he's out of the loop.

"Um. An ancient Buddhist chant for meditation."

Yay for mediation being a viable excuse!

Woot!

"Is he- Is he okay?"

Pfft.

"How would I know?"

It's not like I'd ever tried to talk down a werewolf before.

"We-" he frowns. "We should go back."

Oh dear.

He's running back up the stairs.

Let's hope Derek has done his job.

My phone beeps as I hear the door slam open.

Meet me outside.

Um.

Am I going to die?

I feel like I'm about to be brutally murdered.

"I guess… I'll just- Go." I say to no one in particular.

Okay.

I'm outside.

I'm not dead yet.

Hmm.

OH CRAP WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?

Oh.

It was just a tree.

Trees man.

Alright.

I'm unlocking my car.

I'm opening my car door.

I'm sliding into my car seet.

I'm turning my car door on- OH SHIT HOLY FUDGE NOODLES!

"DEREK! WHAT THE HELL!"

Derek. Hale. Is. Sitting. In. My. Passenger. Seat.

"What did you do in there?"

Um.

I may have wet my pants.

Um…

Oh no! I'm dry.

All good.

Nevermind what I just thought.

"I talked."

Well.

Sass never got anyone anywhere with Derek.

"You know. You know more about werewolves than I thought."

Pfft.

I know more about everything.

"I looked it up at school today. Now, where to sir?"

Haha.

I'm going to drive him.

"That was a lie."

Oh snap.

"Look, does it really matter?"

Woops. Wrong question to ask.

Judging by the death glare he's giving me right now.

"Please just trust me. Listen to my heartbeat. I promise I'm here to help all of you. I'm going to make your life better Derek."

Jeez, since when did I grow balls?

He's still glaring at me.

But Derek is frowning, just a little.

"Drive." He spits.

Um.

"To where?"

He growls and looks out the window.

"I'll just go home then- homework and all. Haha…"

OH WAIT!

Totally forgot.

Scott was supposed to find out about the hunters…

Argh…

How do I fix this?

Wait.

I wonder…

Okay. Phone Scott…

"Hello?"

I know Derek's listening in on the conversation with his stupid wolfy powers.

But it's actually kind of comforting.

"Hey. Scott. Did Derek come into your room when we left?"

Real subtle Elle.

Smooth.

"Oh Elle. Are you okay?"

Ah shux.

He was concerned.

"I'm fine. Just… tell me what Derek said to you."

Derek shifted when I said his name. "He just- God. He said that I had to be careful. That there were people out there- hunters- that would kill me if they found out I was a werewolf."

OH SNAP!

HOW COOL IS THAT?

I messed up the plot, kind of, but Derek basically fixed it.

Weird right?

But then again, he won't know Chris is a hunter because he wasn't shot by him.

What to do?

"Right. Hunters. Look Scott-" Careful now. "I think you should check out Allison's place. I know for a fact her family are these 'Hunters'."

"What?"

Now to avoid explaining!

"Just do it," I begin to end the call. "Bye!"

SMOOTH!

HOLY FRICK IM SO SMOOTH!

Plot saved.

Hopefully…

He'll investigate, find the weapons, and it will be all good.

Right?

Otherwise I just have to get him shot.

Shouldn't be hard.

Hah!

"You know about the Argents?"

GREAT! JUST GREAT!

More problems to deal with.

Let's see.

Maybe I can just- Tell him to shut up.

"I can't tell you anything, so stop asking."

Hey! I made it back to my driveway.

And Derek is glaring at me.

I'll just- yup. Just slide out into the garage and close the door.

I'm just going to pretend he isn't following me right now.

Oh look! He's following me to my bedroom.

Haha…

Right, close the door on his face…

In three…

Two…

One!

OH CRAP!

He just grabbed the freaking door.

"Hehe," I'm so dead. "Sorry about that. Come on in, take a seat."

Derek is not amused.

Well, poop penguins. What do I do now?

He's just standing in front of the now-closed door.

"I'm, just going to do my homework then."

Alright, pulling out my books and pen.

Doing some Algebra…

Well that's done.

Chancing a glance…

Nope he's still standing there.

Okay, moving on.

English.

Fun.

Also done.

Glance…

AND HE'S LOOKING AT MY WALL OF PHOTOS.

Just ignore the problem.

It will go away.

Right?

Chemistry now.

And that's done.

Glance…

And he's looking at my guitar, and the songbook.

Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.

Economics…

Urgh, I don't like economics.

But it's done.

Finally.

And glance…

He's standing… Right… Behind… Me.

*Cue dramatic horror movie music.*

"Is that it?"

Gulp.

"Yes. I've done my homework."

Time for dinner…

Can I stand?

Yes.

He's following me out of my bedroom.

So creepy.

I'm scared.

What is he doing?

"Do you- Want anything?"

He's not answering.

Well most as well make extra. Then it can just be leftovers.

Oh lord he's standing in the shadows of the kitchen.

Does no one realize how scary this is?

WHY IS HE EVEN DOING THIS?

Right, just chop the onions.

Ignore the problem.

I feel like I'm going to die.

Okay.

The stirfry is done.

Going to serve him a bowl..

Damn Ma! Why can't you come home already!

AND HOW IS IT ONLY SIX?

"Enjoy, bon appetit."

Yummy.

And now Derek is sitting next to me.

He's eating.

Okay…

Well.

I'm just going to-

Finish.

Eating.

I guess?

This is SO WEIRD!

Okay… I'm done.

And he's done.

Now what do I do?

He's glaring at me.

For frick's sake!

"Stop it!" I snap and slam my bowl into the sink.

I then proceed to scrub it angrily.

Scrub, scrub.

And he's placed his bowl in the sink as well.

This isn't weird at all.

Nope, I do this all the time.

"Right! I'm going to have a shower. I assure you if you follow me into the bathroom I will kill you. Brutally. I mean, I will rip your balls off and feed them to Mr. Cactus."

He follows me to the hall.

I glare.

He… smirks.

"You were lying."

URGH!

THE NERVE OF HIM!

HE SAW THROUGH MY surprisingly well-planned DEATH THREAT.

With an angry huff I turn and open the bathroom door.

"But-"

My hand stills on the knob.

"-I have decided."

He had done it.

He'd piqued my curiosity.

"On?"

Don't be how you're going to murder me.

Please.

For the sake of my sanity.

"I'll help you."

I gaped.

BRAIN IS CRASHING.

SYSTEM FAILURE!

"You trust me?" I squeaked.

He glared at me, from the corner of my eye. "No. But I know I need your help, and you need mine."

And then he turned and jumped out my bedroom window, across the hall.

Holy Frig-!

What the freaking WHAT?

Right well.

Shower. Pajamas. Bed.

Sleep.

Brain must reboot.

Rebooting…

Agh damn, I forgot to close the blinds.

Okay!

Time to get up!

MOVE LEGS MOVE!

But this blanket is so warm!

And comfortable!

OH MY G- I SMELL BACON!

RUN! RUN! RUN!

BACON!

DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?

Bacon…

"MA! DID YOU MAKE ME BACON?"

She did!

Bacon…

"Is this real life?"

Ma is holding a laundry basket again.

URGH.

She needs to stop with the laundry.

And make more bacon.

Did I mention I love bacon?

Oh no! I've eaten all the bacon.

Now what do I do?

Guess it's the weekend.

AND I'M BORED!

OH LOOK! I'M BUZZING!

Oh wait it's just my phone.

And I have a text message.

Meet me outside.

LAWD NOT THIS NONSENSE AGAIN!

I just got my brain working again! and he's going to ruin all my hard work.

I'm outside.

And I'm not dead.

HOLY FRICK WHAT THE HELL?

"MOTHER OF CHEESECAKES!"

Derek freaking Hale just grabbed my arm.

And now he's leading me to his car.

Oh penguin poo is he going to drive me into the desert and dump my body?

"Get in."

Yup! Not about to go against Derek Hale.

That never worked out for Stiles.

Nope. Not ever.

"Where are we going?"

HE'S RIGHT NEXT TO ME!

THIS IS INSANE!

"Fine don't answer me."

Why won't he just talk.

As much as I enjoy sour wolf Derek, it's really not fun when you're on the receiving end of his glares.

Oh hey! Isn't this the road to the Hale house?

Why are we going here?

"Get out."

Oh that wasn't obvious by you stopping the car!

Captain obvious!

"Well this is really nice and all, but I've got assigned reading to do."

Nevermind! You can just grab my arm and I'll completely forget everything.

All good.

What was I saying.

Oh hey look! the chair I made is still there.

Daww…

Feels…

"If we're going to help each other, I don't need you dying to the Alpha."

Nooone wants to die Derek.

That's a dumb thing to say, I mean-

AH! DEREK IS ATTACKING ME!

DUCK!

DUCK!

Goose…

Ah shit he's so fast.

I'm dead.

"Derek stop!"

Oh shizkinz! I'm out of room!

Quick! Up the stairs!

"STOP!" In the name of love…

OH GOD HIS EYES ARE GLOWING BLUE!

I CAN'T DODGE FAST ENOUGH!

WHY IS HE ATTACKING ME!

*Hysterically sobbing.*

Crap. I'm backed up against the wall.

This is it.

I'm dead.

On a side not, this probably looks really hot...

Ah brain, don't go there please.

Don't think about his well toned body and his smoldering glances.

"Stop running and defend yourself. I can tell you know how to fight."

Well I do know how to fight, but that's besides the point.

"NO WAY AM I HARMING YOUR BEAUTIFUL BODY! THAT WOULD BE THE BIGGEST SIN OF ALL!"

He's so beautiful, I mean, come on!

And now he's frowning at me.

Well at least he isn't trying to kill me yet.

"I'll heal."

Pfft.

I know that.

He heals so friggin' much on the show.

This time I'm not going to let him get his ass beaten so much.

I'm so glad I took Karate, boxing and self defense in my old life.

"I have a feeling you will actually kill me if I don't though."

He glares.

He's so scary.

But adorable at the same time.

Like a lost puppy…

Freaking Kate.

And… now he's attacking me again.

Okay.

Alright, I need to do this.

I need Derek's trust.

Which is kind of ironic because to do that I seem to have to beat his ass.

Although he hasn't shifted into full-beta mode (thank penguin god) so he can't be trying all that hard to end my life.

Remember, your, training.

Well, he's swiping at my face.

I know!

I'll grab his arm and flip him over.

AHA!

How'd you like that Derek?

Wait, he just flipped upright.

Come on!

Alright, kicking.

How do I deal with kicking?

What did my master say?

What did my Yoda say?

Was it… side step and counter-attack?

Eh, let's go with that.

Oh damn that didn't sound good.

Did I just break Derek's ribs?

Yup.

"Sorry!"

Nevermind he's back up again.

This guy is so persistent.

Okay, this is getting old.

How should I end this…

Oh I know!

Grab the door frame, and swing kick him through the wall!

Ah that's a satisfying sound.

"Wow you got wrecked wolfy."

He did good.

But not good enough.

Haha! He looks so disheveled.

But still so perfect.

"You need a weapon."

Yes! I knew it.

Ma never let me have a sword but now Derek was probably going to give me one.

Please be a sword.

I want a sword.

"Like what?"

*Cue innocent questioning gaze.*

He ruffles his hair.

DAMN RIGHT YOU BETTER RUFFLE YOUR HAIR.

*FANGASM.*

Maybe I can convince him to try glasses?

"I have a few ideas."

Silence.

"Right well. I'll just be going now-"

And he's grabbing my arm again.

Shiznets.

"Come here tomorrow at three."

And then he let go of me.

Okay! As awesome as that was…

I'll just be RUNNING FOR MY LIFE RIGHT NOW!

I know, I know, Derek Hale is right THERE.

But he's terrifying!

No way am I spending more time with him than necessary.

At least not until he chills down a bit.

Oh wait.

Wait.

He drove me here…

And now he has to drive me home…

URGH.

"Derek, you need-"

OH SHIBBLE TITS HE'S RIGHT BEHIND ME.

Frick, just hold up your keys all smug-like.

Urgh.

"Get in."

Oh that's getting old.

Yes sir…

"You need to get laid."

There. I said it.

"Are you offering?"

WHAT.

HUH.

DOES NOT COMPUTE.

BRAIN OVERLOAD.

THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR MY MEAGER 10 mb of memory!

"N-no."

Stutter.

So pro.

"You need to calm down Tullia."

Huh?

"How do you know my name?"

He glared at me pointedly.

Oh right, he's a super sneaky werewolf.

Snerewolf…

Hehe… get it?

"So Derek… I'm sorry about your sister."

I had to say it.

Had to.

And… he's glaring at me.

"I mean I can't say that I feel you-" Ignore his glare. Ignore his glare. Ignore his glare! "-But I can say that I'm here for you. Whenever you need help or whatever, just let me know."

All you've GOT to do is call~!

Lean on me, when you're not strong.

And he's still not talking.

"So, what's the plan? Get Scott to help you track down this Alpha?"

Silence.

*Cricket chirps.*

"Fine. Nevermind then. Thanks for the ride."

QUICK! Get out of the car before he starts throwing pineapples at you!

Nope. He caught my gaze.

And now he's leaning towards me.

"Be there tomorrow."

YEAH! you better run!

Drive away boy! Before I kick your ass!

Haha!

Guess what guys? I just got home after winning a fight against Derek Hale.

If I had a dime for every person who said that…

Hehe, sorry Derek, but you get beat a lot.

"Ma! I'm home!"

It's the weekend, so she shouldn't be working.

Yay!

She's watching CSI!

"Hey Honey, welcome home. You'll have to make yourself lunch."

Ehm, waiter?

Would you mind washing my car for me?

Wouldn't it be awesome to have someone to do that for you? Oh wait-

That's slavery.

Nevermind!

I'm not about that…

"Sounds good. Want anything?

Let's see…

Some green leaves because I'm all over the color green.

And some dressing…

Oh and turkey!

Yummy salad.

"Just grab me a water please, thanks."

And one water coming right up!

Hmm, why do we have such fancy water?

They're glass bottles and everything!

Pfft.

At least I know I have enough money to treat my friends (See: Idols, hero's, PEOPLE I LOVE MORE THAN MY OWN LOVE AND FANGIRL OVER BE- ehm. Star's) to things.

And let's look at it this way, Stiles won't be having any bill problem's as long as I'm around.

I hope Ma won't mind me borrowing some of her cash.

But judging my the amount of money in my account…

Woot! Money!

Yummy.

"No Storage Wars?" I question sadly.

I love Storage Wars.

"Not today, I just wanted to catch up on my recordings," she takes the offered bottle. "Thanks."

Yes! Score two for me!

First dinner, now the water bottle.

I'm on a roll!

"So what did you get up to this morning?" She asks eventually.

Um.

I kind of won a fight against a werewolf.

"Not much."

Smooth.

Smooth as a piece of toast.

Yeah baby, I'm that smooth.

Hmm. CSI isn't nearly as exciting as I remember it to be.

Shame.

Oh well.

There's an assigned book I need to read!

"I'll be right back."

She nods to show she heard me.

Alright!

CACTUS.

YOU WILL NOT BE SCARING ME THIS TIME.

NOPE.

NOPE.

Ah crap.

It scared me.

STOP IT!

Why is it so mean?

How can a cactus be so mean?

Good, I've got my book.

Now to lie down and read.

Reading is fun.

Especially in the sun-

Wait why is there sun?

Oh the blinds are open.

Urgh.

Well whatever.

I've got to finish this book.

No time to close blinds!

I've read this book before.

But you always forget the smaller details.

So I'm glad I'm reading this again.

Done!

Now to write up a quick summary of all chapters for English…

Then I'll provide more detail for them later.

I love this laptop.

Apple…

Mmm…

My phone's ringing!

But I haven't finished just yet.

URGH.

Stupid interrupting telemarketers- OH NEVERMIND IT'S SCOTT.

"Hey, Elle. Can you talk?"

Well no Scott.

I can't talk.

I will never, ever want to talk to you.

Ever.

"Of freaking course."

Pfft.

If anyone ever refuses to answer Scott's call- Ehm, Stiles -I'd have to label them as crazy.

Coo coo.

They got a leak in their head.

Something's misplaced.

"Awesome. Well I wanted to apologies for last night, this whole werewolf thing is really messing me up."

Please Scott.

You haven't even tried to kill me yet.

"It's all good. I get it. I get pissy too once a month."

Haha.

Woman jokes…

Scott laughs uncomfortably. "Yeah. Thanks Elle. Also, do you know what we have due for English?"

"Of course."

Please Scotty baby, I'd give you my whole freaking assignment if you wanted it.

Right, where's Scott's email?

Ah. There it is.

"I sent you the email. We just have to read the first few chapters and summaries them. But I went ahead and read them all-" ASK HIM! ASK HIS DORKY ASS! "-You want me to send you my homework? You've got enough on your plate."

Please say yes.

I'd much prefer him to be making out with Allison then doing homework.

#WorshipScallison.

At least for season 1.

Season three ETC is definitely Skira.

"Thanks but, I'd better do it myself. Can I call you if I have any questions though?"

YOU REALLY DON'T NEED TO ASK ME THAT QUESTION SCOTT!

"Obviously you can. And if you need help with anything else I'm all ears."

Again, not literally.

I AM NOT MADE OF EARS!

LET ME GET THAT STRAIGHT.

"You're the best Elle. I'll call you later, if not, see you on monday?"

I"M THE BEST!

SCOTT JUST SAID I WAS THE BEST!

Oh my G- My lungs are going to die.

Like, soon.

I keep forgetting to breathe.

"Y-y-yeah."

Right.

Well I just ended that call smoothly.

So smooth.

Right.

Well, my homework is done. I could try to read ahead for chemistry…

But I kind of feel like finishing off The Darkest Minds.

Yeah okay I'll do that.

Then I'll get dinner ready.

Wait.

Can you grate cheese with a pineapple?

OH MYG- THAT ENDING!

NO!

MY HEARTSTRINGS!

Too many feels.

*Trying not to cry.*

Nevermind.

I'm crying.

This. Book.

Seriously…

Okay.

Quick stop thinking about the book.

Note to self, BUY THE SEQUEL, LIKE NOW!

Alright. Dinner.

How about some Greek rissoles? We certainly have enough lamb for it.

Right, that's done and served up.

Where's Ma?

"Dinner's done," I call quietly.

I figure we should eat this at the bench, it can get messy.

Or maybe it's just me, I am a bit of a slob.

Yay! Ma's here!

"Wow Tullia, since when did you learn to cook?"

Aww, shux.

I love compliments.

"Pfft. Please, I'm not Helena Risso."

"But you are my daughter, and I know a good cook when I see one."

AWW!

THE FEELS!

OVERLOAD!

Right well, time to eat!

Yummy.

I love food.

Did I say that yet?

I really love food.

I love cheesecake more than food but-

Wait cheesecake is food…

OH AWESOME!

You could say that.. I have… the best of both worlds.

Hehe.

Okay wow, that meal went away quicker than I'd thought it would.

Aww…

"I'll clean up. You keep chilling."

It's kind of hard to tell, but I do enjoy washing dishes.

"Thanks my beautiful girl," she kisses my forehead.

Daww.

I'm so bashful tonight.

Alright! Dishes are washed!

Now to go take a shower and sleep.

Sleep is nice.

I haven't had to use my amazing kicking skills in a while and my muscles are sore.

Warm water is always good for tight muscles.

Ah… that's nice.

Now! Bed time.

Let's not forget to close the blinds.

Nope. Don't forget.

Oh hey, I have a text message.

Whose POV is chp4 in again? I dnt get it.

Scott

Ah! that's an easy one.

I quickly text back an answer.

Hah! I just texted Scott McCall!

He replies after a few minutes.

I C. Thnx, talk to u later.

Scott

Good. I've helped Scott!

I'm so incredible!

Alright. Bed now.

Snore.

Nevermind I don't snore.

URGH!

That's boring if you don't snore.

Alright.

Sleep.

Hey!

I hear something.

Is that… scratching?

WHAT THE HELL!

There's a cat outside my window.

"Ma? do we own a cat?"

Thank jiblets it's morning. Otherwise this would be really creepy.

"Honey it's the neighbors cat. Just shoo him off."

Hmm.

Interesting.

I like cats.

Why doesn't Tullia have a cat?

"Shoo cat."

The cat jumped away.

Aww.

I miss it already.

Hmm, what time is it?

TWELVE?

I've been sleeping in way too much.

Well anyway, I'd better go for a run before I need to head over to Derek's.

Derek…

I don't really want to be late.

He's more than likely to kill me if I'm late.

I know, I know.

How likely is it that Derek would kill me?

He hardly killed anyone on the show.

But damn, if you were me, and facing the creepy hot guy, you'd get it.

You wouldn't want to risk it.

Hmm, this is a nice run.

I should buy an mp3 player.

The iPhone works well, but it's pretty bulky.

Yay! Breakfast time.

I'm glad that run is over.

It was windy out today.

Now, cereal, then shower and change.

What should I wear?

If I'm getting a weapon.

Weapon!

Sword.

I know it's going to be a sword.

It's gotta be.

But then again I'd probably fangirl over any weapon that Derek would give me.

Hell I'd probably piss my pants even if it was just a pocket knife.

It's sad, but it's true.

Now, what to wear?

Black leggings, denim shorts and a Marvel's tee.

That should work right?

And of course, combat boots.

Now! Let's go!

Did I mention how much I loved my car?

Like… LOVED it.

I would totally kiss it.

And marry it.

If that was legal.

Hah…

Yay I'm here!

Hey… what is Derek doing?

OH MY G- IS HE SHIRTLESS?

HE'S TOTALLY SHIRTLESS.

WHY IS THE WORLD DOING THIS TO ME?

Can't. Breathe.

Can't. Think.

Can't. Move.

And he's now walking this way.

Brain.

My old friend.

We've known each other for a long time now.

It's be cool if you… you know. did me a favor.

I know that shirtless Derek is super hot and all…

But…

I've got work to do.

You know?

"Tullia."

He glares in greeting.

Derek glares a lot.

Those abs.

It's kind of off putting. His eyes are pretty, but his glares as so sad.

That skin.

But I'm sure I'll get used to it.

He's shirtless.

I get it!

Derek is shirtless!

If you wouldn't mind, I'd really like to be able to talk right now.

Because he's still glaring at me.

He's still shirtless.

For fudge knuckles sake…

I'm so immature.

He's so hot.

Oh lord…

"Get out."

Well I would Derek, but you're shirtless and it's distracting me.

So hot. So shirtless.

Jeez! how does anyone get anything shot when he's shirtless!

How did the whole series get created!

Okay.

Close my eyes.

My eyes as closed.

"Derek, would you mind putting on a shirt?"

Oh jeez why is my chest so tight.

"What?"

DOES HE NOT UNDERSTAND?

SHIRT.

PIECE OF CLOTHING.

Even a towel would be great right now.

"Wait," Oh is he smirking? Is he seriously SMIRKING RIGHT NOW? "Am I distracting you?"

Oh for Pete's sake…

"YES! PLEASE PUT A SHIRT ON FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS CHEESECAKE!"

I still can't open my eyes, but judging by the sounds he's making I'd have to guess he's turned to go and get a shirt.

Thank the king of penguins.

Seriously.

"I'm wearing a shirt."

Should I open my eyes?

"THANK CHEESECAKE!" I opened the car door and stepped out. "Never do that again. Please. For the sake of my sanity."

Oh and now I get to see him smirk, instead of just hear it in his voice. "I make no promises."

"So, what's this about a weapon?"

Contain excitement.

DON'T SQUEAL.

Derek tilted his head and nodded slightly.

And then I found myself flying backwards.

HOLY MOTHER OF PENGUINS THAT HURT!

He just hit me in the stomach with… a stick?

"This here is a Bo. My family… acquired it from a family of Hunter's. It's made of silver with a titanium center."

It's beautiful!

If I wasn't gasping in agony I'd probably gape at it.

"Good- To- Know," I gasped out. "I- Hope- That- Was- A- Satisfying- Revenge."

He nodded again. His lips twitched.

Did Derek want to smile at my pain?

Pfft. Who am I kidding.

Of course he did.

"This is a special weapon though, it's been infused with wolfsbane."

He handed the metal rod to me.

Wolfsbane huh?

"You know what that is right?"

Oh Derek.

If only you knew how much I did know.

"Yeah. But what does that mean?"

He glares, as though annoyed he has to explain it to me.

But then again, he probably is.

"When you hit a werewolf with this, it will stop them from regenerating immediately. Each hit will slowly poison them- not enough to kill- but enough to hold them off for this."

He then proceeds to grab my hands and pull them apart.

As he does, the staff splits in the middle, and two blades pop out.

"Holy penguin poop. That's epic!"

His hands are still on mine as he meets my gaze. "These blades will kill a werewolf. The reason you begin with the staff form, is for range. That will give you an advantage."

Okay brain, if you could get over the fact his hands are on mine, and listen to what he's saying- that'd be great.

Thank jeez, he removed his hands.

"Now, I'm going to teach you how to defend yourself with it."

And now he's holding me from behind.

Don't think about his crotch. Don't think about his crotch.

Oh my god he's wrapping his hands around mine.

And now he's guiding them.

His breath is brushing against my neck.

I'm dead.

I'm so dead.

I can't breathe!

Oh thank the lord he pulled back.

"I'm making you uncomfortable."

Pfft.

"You're not making me… uncomfortable."

Nope.

Not uncomfortable.

"I can smell it."

Oh dear G- he did not just say that.

He smelt me.

"Have you not been touched by a male before?"

NICE CHOICE OF WORDS!

THANKS SO MUCH!

"No," I squeaked. "It's just- you're… you."

He frowns, and then lets out a huff of air. "I need to teach you the correct form, so either you get used to this, or you die because you can't defend yourself."

If anyone is good at threats, Derek is.

And if anything can make me focus, it's the threat of death.

Take a breath.

Swallow.

"Okay. Sorry."

He nods.

AND THEN HE'S HOLDING ME AGAIN!

FOR FRICKS SAKE!

Get your brain under control woman!

I need to distance myself.

This is not Derek Hale.

I am not being touched by Derek Hale.

Urgh…

He moves my left hand down to my side and extends my right. "This is called a 'punch', it's the first of seven strikes in the Bo form."

Oh… well that's pretty cool.

"Do it again."

He lets go, and I nod.

Stay focused.

Be a badass.

Learn how to use a ninja weapon.

I repeat the movement again and again until Derek nods. "I suppose that will do."

Pfft.

You're so nice Derek.

Those compliments.

"Now, this is the downward strike."

And he's holding me again…

He swiftly brings my arm down, so the Bo strikes downwards.

Wow… that's scary powerful.

Once again, he steps back and let's me repeat the motion until I've memorized it.

"Next is the Overhead Reverse."

He shows me the move.

My hand goes up and out, swiftly flicking out the staff.

Oh that's gotta hurt.

The Bo slaps against my shoulder, and it stings.

At my wince, Derek glares. I think this glare, is glare fifty two, which is the glare he uses when he's trying not to laugh. "That's going to happen, you'll get used to it."

Finally we move onto the next stance. The Overhead Outward.

Then the Upward Strike.

And Finally, the Sweep.

This is my personal favorite.

"Okay, once you've done this memorized this I'll teach you the rest of the steps."

THERE'S MORE?

"Practice. I'll be back."

His ass.

Derek seriously needs to stop turning his back to me.

Alright, hi there Mr. Tree! Prepare to meet your maker!

I'm about to whoop your ass with a stick.

A silver stick.

With titanium in it.

Urgh…

Anyway.

Take that!

And that!

Oh I love this!

This is better than a sword.

Poor Kira, she's never going to know how awesome a Bo is.

Wow! I could practice this all day.

Maybe I could try it out on a pineapple, finally get my revenge and-

OH MY G- I'll use it on Mr. Cactus!

HAZZAH!

*Celebration dance.*

"Are you done?"

ARGH!

Jeez, Derek is really good at jump scaring people.

"Um. Yeah. You're back soon."

He glares.

Is that glare number three, or forty?

I can't tell.

Where's my Derek translation manual?

"It's been an hour."

WHAT!

Oh well, it was a damn fun hour.

"Wow okay. What now then?"

His eyes flicker to the staff in my hands.

"I'm going to show you how to finish the job."

What job?

He splits the bo in half, revealing the shiny and scary blades.

Oh.

The job, as in the assassination.

Like, how to kill the werewolf.

"You either want to aim for a strike to the heart, or the head. The sweep stance should knock them on their back, and from there it's simple."

He then swiftly grabs both halves of the staff and slams the blades into the dirt.

Wow that's nasty.

*Shudder.*

Poor leaves.

What did you ever do to Derek?

Derek shouldn't be so mean to nature.

"You try."

Yay! I've always wanted to try and stab the dirt.

Haha…

"So these will kill the werewolf?" I asked as I went through the strikes.

I then proceeded to split it in half (as he'd demonstrated) and stab the ground.

"Yes."

Wow.

This has suddenly become very… real.

But- No this is good. It's good. I can save Stiles and Scott with this.

And Derek.

"Thank you," I tell him as I put the staff back together.

He holds out a strap.

Wow! A holster! Cool!

I'm sort of like Donnie.

Awesome!

"Get going. Keep practicing."

I nod.

He's still looking at me.

I frown.

"Bye Derek."

He blinks, and then nods.

Okay!

RUN!

Quick to the car!

And… I'm safe!

Hmm… Maybe I could learn to pole vault with the staff.

That's right.

I'm going to be a badass.

Watch out Teen Wolf villains! Because here I come.


Oh Tullia, please. You're going to go up against werewolves with a stick?

Mind you it's a pretty damn cool stick.

Also, what's with Derek smirking? Creep.

This idea came to me from seeing other stories with the same concept, but I thought I'd try something a little different. Hence the sporadic and harebrained first character view. It is supposed to be funny so if you think it's stupid, that's the point! Enjoy it, don't hate it XD Please... :)

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Next time:

"Come on puppy," I tease. "Time to play."

Don't mind me Stiles, continue cowering in the corner.

Ah! Scott's charging at me!

Quick!

What did Derek teach me again?

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