I don't own Teen Wolf or the characters! Yadda Yadda Yadda...I do own Aubree and Copper!
Early the next morning, the house that used to be a beautiful Roman themed mansion was now charred, burnt down to blackness. Both werewolves scouted the property in hopes to find something that was useful. Aubree kicked a rock which rolled over to where it use to be the backdoor. Her whole body ached inside for some kind of clue for Copper could be located anywhere with the chest. Though she didn't know what was inside, all she knew was that it was something her parents valued, put theirs lives down for and she failed them. She didn't tell any of the werewolves about the whispers or the visions, instead she were to keep it to herself, for now.
"Do know what was inside the box?" Scott asked as he examined the remains
"I don't know, it could be anything! A heart, a map, a formula, a cure" Aubree exclaimed with frustration
"I hate that shit face" she muttered
"Hey, watch your mouth" Scott warned with a growl
"Sorry" mumbled the little wolf
She flipped over a couple pieces of rubble in hopes of finding something to spare, but there was nothing. Brushing her black stained straight hair back with her fingers, Aubree sat down giving up on the search for anything. Suddenly Scott's phone rang.
"Yeah?" Scott answered
"Scott, I need you to take Aubree back to your house, clean her up, get her some clothes and meet me at the school. Be there at 4pm" Derek ordered
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Just be there" Derek hung up
He hung up the phone and turned towards the child that held eager eyes.
"I know, I know, I heard" she got up waving a hand
"You heard? How? You don't even-
"My hearing and smelling gotten better, since last week" she cutoff
Walking up beside Scott, they rounded to the front of the house and began to walk down the street towards Stiles Jeep.
"Maybe your going to shift soon and get your full wolf powers" Scott gently nudged her with a smile
"Oh please, I'm not even old enough" she giggle and pushed the older wolf back without making him budge
"Did my little werewolf fairies find anything?" Stiles unlocked the car doors
"Nothing, it was shi-
Scott glanced at Aubree while buckling his seat belt
"Garbage" she caught her words
Stiles raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner towards Scott as he turned the key into the ignition.
"Momma wolf is in the car, I repeat, momma wolf is in the car" Stiles cupped his mouth pretending it was an intercom
"Just drive" Scott rolled his eyes
When they got back to Scott's house, Aubree scrubbed her body clean, watching with entertainment as the clear water turned to a faded black. As she got out, she noticed something remarkable. The bruises on her body began to fade, as well as the cuts on her arms vanished. Smiling at the thought, a knock at the door nearly had her jumping from her skin. Opening it just a crack, she grabbed a handful of clothes from Scott.
"They might be a little to big" he warned through the door
Looking at the size of the clothes, she already knew they wouldn't fit her. After putting them on, she stepped only once and the jeans instantly dropped to her ankles. Opening up the bathroom door, she held onto the waist of the pants with one hand while the other was trying to balance herself out as she walked, trying not to do a face plant.
"Scott?" she called through his bedroom door
Stiles turned around from the computer desk, mouth dropping.
"What the hell Scott? She's 8 years old, not 18!"
"I don't have anything else" Scott protested as he came into the room chuckling
"I can get accustomed to this style, I'll-"
Aubree face planted to the floor before she was able to finish her sentence. Climbing up to her feet, she sat on the ground with giggle and watched as the two teenagers hashed it out.
"Do you really think it's appropriate for a child to be dressing like a gangster?"
"I have a belt..." Scott add with a shrug
"Do I have to do everything?" Stiles threw his hands up in the air
"What else am I suppose to do?"
"Oh my god." Stiles got up and stormed out of the room
Scott sat down in the chair, taking over the computer as Aubree got up, sitting at the end of the bed quietly. He noticed the overwhelming sensation of sadness and sorrow creep up on him. At one point he could have sworn he heard her whimper. He oddly wanted to comfort the child but held back as he didn't know what to do or to say. 30 minutes later when Stiles came back from wherever he went to, he held a bag in hand and tossed it on the bed.
"Clothes on, now" he ordered as if he was the almighty Derek
Aubree rolled her eyes and went back to the bathroom. She slipped her arms through a band logo white long sleeved shirt that stopped at her knees, pulled up dark gray leggings, popped the hood to a gray zip up that fit perfectly and slid her feet into gray leg high boots. Stiles had a good taste in clothes she thought as she stared into the mirror.
"I'm coming!" Aubree called from the top of the stairs.
"Let's go, let's go, let's go" Stiles called from the front door like a soccer mom
On the way to school, the whole car was suffocated with anxiety as the child in the backseat was nervously jotting her leg up and down, acting like Stiles.
"Just calm down, everything will be fine" Scott reassured as he drove
"Easy for you to say" she mumbled
Aubree deeply inhaled then exhaled, apprehensive, not about whether Mr. Schmidt reported her ditching detention but because she failed at yesterdays encounter. She wasn't sure how her alpha was going to react since she hadn't seen him since the fire. This was the second time she screwed up and all she wanted to do was prove to him that she was useful. She just wasn't a kid that needed protection all time, she didn't want to be a burden on her new family…
When they got the school, Stiles pulled up to the office doors to hell. Aubree slid out of her seat, feet planted on the curb. Her back was faced towards both the boys but she wasn't moving towards the school, she just stood. Both the werewolves could hear Derek's intimidating voice heightened as he talked to Mr. Schmidt. Glancing back at Scott, Aubree wished that he would go against orders and take her back to the house. She wished she could hide under the bed all day and pretend her life was normal…
"Go on" the young beta verbally pushed
Gently shutting the door so that Derek, who probably already sensed them there, wouldn't hear. Shoving her hands into her pockets, Aubree slowly walked to the doors.
"Good luck!" Stiles yelled
Glancing back at the car, Aubree's face was covered in the expression of fear. Disappearing into the school, her head hung low with her hood still on while walking down the hallway. Mentally, she was fighting herself to run and never be seen again or to stay and tough it out.
Coming up to the class, she paused at the door before going in. Derek was angry, she could already sense that by smell and ear. The testosterone was flooding his veins as he angrily talked to the older man in the room. Mr. Schmidt was behind his desk, playing with a pen as he talked with her now guardian.
"Mr. Hale, I do not see papers stating that you are Aubree's guardian, so therefore I can't let you take her off school property. If I get permission from her parents then you have all rights" Mr. Schmidt protested
"Her parents are dead" Derek snapped harshly
It was quiet for a moment
"I won't allow it, regardless" Mr. Schmidt got up from his seat, confronting the werewolf that stood before him
This chapter was extremely hard to write. I meant for it to go another way but I got stuck so I had to take things out, add some things in, etc.
I've been working on this alll day long and I even watched a couple episodes from the first season to brush up on the characters.
For some reason, Stiles is really for me interpret and express his character, so I apologize about that and for future chapters.
I hope you enjoyed...READ ON! ;D