DIS CLAIMER: I do not own Teen Wolf original characters such as Scott, Allison, Derek, Stiles, Lydia, etc. I only claim ownership to my OC Artemis Wilson.
Warnings: Rated M for Strong Language, Slash, Lemons(In LATER chapters), Sexual themes, Werewolves, Hunters and Lovestruck Teens.
This chapter is sort of a re-run over my main idea for those who might not have got it at first(?).
Enjoy Chapter 4 of Where Love Can Save Us!
As a cool breeze whistled through the trees, the sound of rustlings leaves following, by the end of a cliff, with the best view of Beacon Hills one could hope to find, stood a lone Beta and his best friend. They had just arrived only mere moments ago and were waiting for a certain Argent to show up and explain whatever news she needed to share so badly. Stiles squirmed a bit as the breeze buffeted against his slender body while watching his friend pace back and forth, stopping ever now and then to look out over the city as the crescent moon rested high above them. Rocking on the back of his heels with his hands cocooned in the warmth of his jacket pockets, Stiles let out a deep breath, his patience thinning slowly. He needed a distraction because standing on the outskirts of town in the middle of a forest in the dead of the night with his best friend wasn't exactly the most exciting thing in the world for him. What could they talk about at a time like this?
"So," Stiles began, carrying out the vowel a bit longer than usual. He asked the first thing that came to his mind, "How are you and Allison lately?"
"What?" Scott said, a look of confusion on his face as he paused in his pacing. Was the question that random? Maybe so, but it was a start.
"Well besides the whole hunters hunt werewolves situation and despite her parents threats to slit your throat and/or sink a bullet into your heart I know you're still seeing her," stated Stiles in a so-matter-of-factly tone with a shrug of his shoulders, earning him a small laugh from the teen wolf that stood across from him. "Come on dude it's not that hard to just get a little update. What's new?"
"Nothing much," Scoot said at first but then he added, "Well I guess we're kind of heating up, if you consider making out with only our under-
"Okay I didn't mean get that detailed man, I don't really want to hear about you and Allison and your raging hormones," Stiles blurted out with little amusement. It was a no-brainer that Stiles was jealous of Scott. The typical teen would tend to get jealous when their best friend is all of the following: a werewolf, co-captain of the lacrosse team and in a relationship while you're still single. Who wouldn't be jealous? Lucky Scott had a girlfriend who still fell in love with him despite him being a werewolf and that's pretty tough to deal with already, considering the fact hunters want him and his kind dead now. In the midst of all that, he still had a girlfriend to kiss, to hug, to hold hands with and to cuddle with and look all freaking cute like couples do. And yea, there might not be so much public display of affection with the two of them currently under surveillance in school with the new cameras now, courtesy of Principal Gerard Argent. But boy, when they were alone, cut off from the world, they damn well made use of their time together, Stiles would know since he's with them half the time, feeling like the infamous third wheel. Who knows? They probably had sex already too; it wouldn't be surprising to Stiles if they did. Damn, Scott had it good.Their love story is like the perfect click flick to make guys hurl and girls jealous, both secretly wishing they could share a love that deep at the same time because such a love would be grand, if one were to feel that way. Sometimes it did make Stiles sick to just look at them, the love between them so clear it was almost taunting him in a way, saying he'll never have what they do. Shit, Stiles can't even get a girlfriend so maybe he should just give up and focus more on the supernatural world he's been tossed into.
"Oh come on I'm not that bad," Scott joked with a smug look on his face only to have Stiles fake a laugh and roll his eyes at the teen wolf. "She's just a really good kisser is all and she knows where to hit all the right-
"La la la la la la la," Stiles began sing like an obnoxious three year-old, his hands covering his ears to block out Scott's voice. The two went at each other for what felt like ages but was only five minutes, Scott torturing Stiles with details of his make out sessions with Allison and spitting some unmentionables here and there and it made Stiles wonder if Scott had any shame.
"Hey," came a female's voice from behind them that belonged to Allison Argent, finally making her appearance as she trudged up the hill. Scott immediately stopped bothering Stiles to greet her with that usual goofy grin of his.
"Hey! Glad you could make it because for a second I thought you wouldn't show up."
"Yeah, I'm sorry for being late," Allison apologized, glancing back into the dark forest for a second before joining them on the cliff. "I needed a good excuse to get my parents off my back so I could meet you guys. That excuseis actually sitting in the car now."
Stiles was the first to ask, "What do mean by that?"
"Um," Allison faltered, her eyes darting into the forest again. When she looked back she shuffled in closer to the guys, her voice dropping a bit like she didn't want someone to overhear her. "Okay look, earlier today I kind of eavesdropped on my Dad and Grandpa talking. Grandpa was cleaning some weapons," she explained making gestures with her hands, "He was cleaning these little tranquilizer-like dart things he had and Dad asked him about them. He started droning on about something called a Seeker then. My Dad described it as someone who can track werewolves but there hadn't been a Seeker used for decades."
"So your grandfather is looking for one of a Seeker?" Scott inquired. "Why?"
"Well that would make sense," Stiles admitted. "I mean if the Seeker can track werewolves and the hunters control them then it's an easy kill, right?"
"Right," Allison agreed before continuing. "He also mentioned that there might be one dormant here in Beacon Hills."
"Wait. Dormant?" Scott repeated with frown.
"So the Seeker is sleeping somewhere and he plans to wake it up?" guessed Stiles. "Wait is the return of Dracula or something?"
"No, not exactly because then he mentioned that it was a very rare trait that few people had hidden in their DNA. There's more to this," Allison sighed before continuing. "My grandfather said the reason Seekers haven't been used is because of the procedure one goes through to obtain a Seeker."
"A procedure?" repeated the two boys at the same time.
"He said that in order to obtain a Seeker you need the blood of a werewolf but he wants Derek's blood. He would then inject the blood into someone and the blood is supposed to act as a sort of activator. The person then becomes a Seeker and can locate Derek at any time. That way if the hunters know where Derek is . . ."
"They can find the pack," Scott finished for her, his frown growing deeper at this news. "But what happens if the person doesn't have that trait and their body rejects the blood?"
"In the worst case scenario, it would mean death," Allison revealed. "I have a pretty good feeling he's planning to use someone else to inject people with Derek's blood though. That way he won't have to get his hands dirty."
Stiles jumped slightly at the last sentence, his mouth agape. "Is he crazy? W-wait, y-you know the person who'll be shooting darts at people?"
Allison gave a small nod as an answer. Peeking out of the corner of her at the forest once more she mumbled, "Actually that someone is waiting in the car now."
"Was it that girl you were with at the lacrosse game?" Scott asked.
"Yeah," Allison said, a bit surprised Scott knew who she was talking about. "Her name is Artemis and she's staying at my house for the moment. She'll be attending Beacon High with us come Monday."
"Wait let me get this straight," Stiles said as he went over what he just heard in his head first. "So your grandfather wants Derek's blood . . . so he can inject random people with it, and on the off chance they don't die, he'll have this Seeker person and know where Derek is and ba-da-bing ba-da-boom, werewolves are dead?"
"That's basically it," Allison stated.
"So what are we going to do about this?" Stiles asked, his eyes jumping from Allison to Scott multiple times but neither one gave an immediate answer to the question they were all wondering about. A somewhat awkward silence settled over them as the teens slowly began to realize the situation at hand. If Gerard were to get his way with this Seeker then Scott, Derek, Isaac, Erica and Boyd were all screwed before the actual war. So right now the hunters were waiting, waiting to gain an advantage over the werewolves. If there was anything the three of them, a teen wolf, a hunter and a human boy, could do, now would be the time to throw in some ideas and work out a plan.
"What can we do?" Allison mumbled, looking at a lost for once. This was getting to be too much.
"We have to find Derek," Scott declared suddenly, grabbing the other two's full attention. "We have to get to him before they do. They're after his blood and that's the main thing Gerard needs now to set his plan in motion. No blood, no Seeker right?"
Allison agreed but there was still doubt written on her face. "Yeah, but how long do you think we can stall him for Scott? If we slip up-
"We stall for as long as we can, every second counts. Hunters could be searching for Derek now and we know what they really want, Derek doesn't. We have to warn him; help protect him if we can. There won't be much of a war going on if we keep this to ourselves." What Scott said was true, they knew what the hunters were after now and Derek did have a right to know but there was still that underlying feeling of doubt. They were just teenagers, how long could they possibly stall a group of trained professional hunters and find an Alpha? It's a miracle how they got this far but this is the responsibility that came with the knowledge they had gained of the supernatural world. They each had their own sense of right and wrong and now they were thinking it would be wrong not to help Derek. So what would be right?
Stiles shifted from one foot to the other, a hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he came to a conclusion. "Fine, I'll help."
"I'll help in any way I can too," Allison added. "Just tell me what you need."
"Okay, Allison keep a close watch on Artemis and if you can try and stall some hunters. Contact us if something, anything urgent comes up. Stiles and I will try to find Derek. This is our top priority now guys." The meeting concluded then with the three teens agreeing over the plan and taking their leave. Allison paused mid-step, turning back to Scott who had done the same. The two met each other halfway, their lips closing the distant between them. Pulling apart they exchanged quick words of endearment and wished each other luck as they embraced. After breaking apart, Allison then proceeded to head back downhill to her car idling on the forest road. As she settled in the driver seat and put the car in drive, before placing her foot on the gas pedal she looked over to Artemis who seemed to be playing something on her cell phone.
"So you're done now?" Artemis asked, never taking her eyes off her cell phone.
"Yeah," Allison replied. "Hey."
"Hmm?"
"Have you been playing on your phone the whole time?"
"Yeah, been playing Angry Birds actually," Artemis nodded, flashing Allison a small smile before resuming with her game. While they headed home, along the way Allison could hear the sound of bird call and howls mixing with the sounds of snorting pigs and the younger girl next to her grumble underneath her breath with disdain, "Fucking pigs."
.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.
Sunday had come just as quickly and as the sun rose in the sky so did everyone within the Argent household. By mid-morning, the family was joined at the dining table, making conversation over breakfast. Allison and Artemis sat on the same side across from Allison's mother while the men took the heads of the table. As far as Allison could tell, Artemis had not uttered a word about her meeting up in the woods with Scott to her parents or grandfather so far. That did not mean she wouldn't keep an eye on Artemis like Scott said. If Gerard really planned on having Artemis make the call on who could possibly be a Seeker than maybe Artemis was suppose to find Derek as well. It's hard to say but for now she could only watch her closely, that's what would help Scott the most.
Placing his utensils down on either side of his plate, Chris Argent spoke. "So girls, you didn't mention how the lacrosse game went. Did you enjoy seeing them in action, Artemis?"
"Yes, I did actually. They're pretty good," Artemis answered with a smile before taking another piece of pancake into her mouth.
"They won last night. It was a close call," Allison added, earning a few nods from the adults as they continued to eat.
"Well that's good to hear," said Gerard, his voice sounding a little stuffed from eating. He pulled out a small circular case, dropped something into the palm of his hand, most likely a pill, and popped it into his mouth before taking a quick swig of water from the glass and resumed consuming the rest of his meal. The Argents and guest continued their conversation for a few more minutes, discussing whatever came to mind, except for the supernatural of course. In the mean time, Stiles was just pulling up his Jeep in front of his friend's house, honking the horn to announce his arrival. Scott came running out the door in a few seconds, slipping into the passenger seat with ease and waving to his mother who stood in the doorway, watching her son and friend drive off down the road.
"So you got any ideas where Derek might be?" Stiles asked as they sped down the street.
The teen wolf shook his head, saying, "No, not really but how hard could it be to find him?"
"How hard could it be? " Stiles echoed in a serious tone. "Really dude?Do you have any ideas how many places Derek could be hiding? It's like trying to find a needle in a haystack which is next to impossible!"
"Relax Stiles," said Scott. "We know one thing's for sure; he's not at his house. So now we just need to figure out some good hiding spots and narrow it down."
"Do you hear yourself now?" Stiles complained frowning at Scott while gesturing a finger to his ear. "There's no way we can do this and find Derek in less than 24 hours before the hunters do. Got any other greatideas?"
Scott shrugged his shoulders, seeming to be at a lost here now that he realized Stiles had a point. While he was thinking up a new plan, Stiles beat him to it, his face lightning up in that moment and had there been a light bulb conveniently placed above his head it would have flickered on. "Call him."
"No I thought about it but then I realized we don't have his num-
"No you idiot," Stiles blurted. "Call him by howling! That's how members of a pack communicate when they're far away from the pack itself right? You even mentioned you found where Kate was keeping Derek because he howled, remember? When a wolf's alone it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack and I suddenly feel like I've said this but you probably totally ignored me like always."
"But that was when he needed help. He wasn't the Alpha then and if you haven't noticed, I'm not a member of his pack," Scott pointed out.
"Now is not the time to be stubborn Scott. You said getting to Derek is our top priority so either you call him or his ass is screwed when the hunters find him themselves and so is the rest of the pack," Stiles retorted, his eyes dead set on the road in front of him as he waited for Scott to give an answer, hoping Scott would make the right decision. His shoulders tensed a bit when the other boy let out a heavy sigh as he came to his decision.
"Fine, we'll go with your idea. I'll try calling him."
.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.
So do you think Stiles and Scott will find Derek in time?