This is another slow chapter, but next chapter I promise It will get better... I promise so stick with me. Please remember to review at the bottom. Pretty please. I hope to give a littl Stiles and Papa Stilinski and a little more information on Bridgette while she starts to make connections with the otehr wolves. I will be slowly revealing more of her story she will be a very important cahacter from this point out.
Derek stared in confusion as he watched the girl climb the steps to his house and stop in the front door.
"Well are you going to invite me in? I don't want to be rude and barge but if I have to I will." Bridgette put her hand on her hip and tapped her foot as Derek glared at her.
"Who do you think you are? You have no business here." Derek walked up the steps and stood close to her face, trying to intimidate her because it usually worked. She was only a couple of inches shorter than him and he soon realized she wasn't afraid to buck up to him.
"Really, blatant sexual intimidation? That's your approach? I told you I'm someone who can help. You aren't the only pack that has problems with the Argents. Word travels fast amongst us wolves, and even faster when someone is stupid enough to take out two Argent's at once." Bridgette closed the gap between herself and Derek. "Yeah I know all about that. You see when an Argent is on your tail, you learn things. I've had them on my tail for a long time, but what you just did, could mean destruction for all of us. I need help, you can help me. You need help. I can help you." She let Derek's scowl sit there for a minute, she had to admit he was a pretty face. "I'm going inside now, thanks for the invite."
Derek followed her through the door and stood watched as she looked around. "Well, this is… homey."
"What do you want?" Derek asked.
"It's a good thing you've got your looks. I told you already, I want to help. I was thinking something along the lines of a mutualistic symbiotic relationship." Bridgette put her hands in her pockets and shrugged back her blonde curls.
"How? What could you possibly do for me?" Derek asked.
"Are all you California werewolves like this?"
"No, just the ones with nothing left to lose." Derek said broadening his stance and crossing his arms over his tight chest.
"No, because then we would be the same. I have nothing left either. At least you have your makeshift pack. I don't even have that. I'm an Omega and you and I both know that an Omega never survives. I need a pack."
"And you thought that you could join mine? You thought you could waltz in here and just join my pack. And after what just happened? You come in here saying that you have something to offer, but won't say what it is. Tell me, what is it that you know about the Argent's that I don't." Derek dropped his hands to his sides and stared at Bridgette.
"Fine, I used to belong to a very powerful family of werewolves. We were the biggest pack in this part of the world. Then one by one, we started getting picked off. This was about seven years ago, I was only thirteen when they started coming after my family. For seven years we were up against Gerard and Kate and John. You haven't met John, but after what happened here you will. Where do you think Gerard and Kate were before they came here? You think your family has history with the Argents? My family got them into the business. Indirectly of course. A couple of wolves go rogue in France during the 18th century and you're automatically hunted for eternity." Bridgette lashed out.
"What are you talking about? You don't mean-"
"You are a natural born werewolf and you don't know how the Argents picked up their werewolf hunting habits. Are you fucking kidding me?" Bridgette asked in awe.
"I know what you're talking about but it's not logical that-"
"Not logical that the family of the most famous werewolf would still be alive today. You don't think that the family of Le Bête would make it so long without dying out? Well, you are almost right. I'm the only one left. There might be some left, but it's not likely. I'm the last of the Mohicans. The Argent's family was hunting us back then, ant they are hunting us still. You see they used to follow a code. That's the only reason any of us are still alive today. The Code has become almost obsolete, as I'm sure you know. But I know how to fight back against the Argents, I know I don't have the greatest track record, but I'm still alive. Which is more than I can say for the rest of my family. I'm asking you to trust me. I've dealt with these people for years. Generations actually, so I'm your best shot at survival, and you are mine. I know it's a lot to ask, because I'm just busting in here and telling you to trust me, but just think about it." Bridgette walked past Derek and to the door.
"If you say no, I can find another way to survive. From what I've heard you have a lot of pride, but I know that without me, you won't survive what is coming. You won't make it out of this town alive, even if you start running right now. I don't know about you, but I'm tired of running, Derek." Derek dropped his eyes to his hands which were clasped in front of him, and then he looked back up from under his eyebrows. "I need an Alpha, and I can find one somewhere else, but we need each other for survival. I'm staying at the hotel in town. Just consider it okay. I can help you, and you would be pretty foolish not to listen to me." She stopped before she walked out of the door. "And, Derek next time you want to get me on my back, you might try asking a little nicer"
Bridgette left the house and Derek watched her walk down the long path through the woods. He heard an engine start when he was back inside and he knew she was leaving. He wondered how he hadn't heard the car before, but he figured that must have been what awakened him.
Derek took Isaac with him to meet Bridgette at the hotel the next day and then went with him again to the hospital to meet up with Scott and Stiles.
"So wait, she's the descendant of the Beast? Like the actual Beast? Do you know how bad ass that is? That makes her like, werewolf royalty!" Stiles said half yelling while still keeping his voice hospital appropriate.
"The wolf you are talking about killed over one hundred people; do you think that count's as royalty?" Derek squinted his eyes as Stiles.
"Well, no I mean, like Bloody Mary royalty. It's pretty cool though. I mean not the dying, but the historical significance is slightly awesome. Why are you such a sour wolf?" Stiles said after seeing the look of annoyance on Derek's face.
"I don't get it? What's the Beast?" Scott asked confused.
"Dude, you don't even deserve to be a werewolf. The Beast! La Bête, she was the most famous werewolf in history; she killed like a hundred and something people between 1764 and 1767 in the French countryside. She's a literal legend; I can't believe this girl is actually related to her." Stiles had done a lot of research werewolves. He actually found the original book written about La Bête. He ordered a copy online. From France.
"Stiles, this is a big decision for the pack, you know of werewolves. Scott, I don't want to jump to a decision and have it be the wrong one. I can't make a decision like this without taking my time. I took Isaac with me today when we went to discuss her being here. If she benefits us in more ways than she hinders us, I think it might be wise to let her into the pack. But we don't know exactly who she is or what happened to bring her here, so we want to keep a safe distance until I find out. I will find out," Derek specified looking, for some reason, directly at Stiles. She says she knows ways to help us; there are more Argents out there according to her. Argents that are worse than Gerard and Kate were." Derek explained.
"That sounds. Really bad." Scott said, in his most articulate attempt.
"This is the only reason why I am even considering letting her into the pack. She has already told me things that I didn't know." Derek was not usually one to admit he didn't know something, Stiles noticed, so there had to be something else about this girl.
"Have you talked to Deaton about her? Isn't he like your Yoda werewolf babysitter or something?" Stiles asked.
"I was just about to go see him about her. I was planning on asking Scott to come along with me and Isaac. Erica and Boyd are going to meet us there." Derek said raising his thick dark eyebrows
"What's her name, I'm going to ask my dad to run it through at the station." Everyone looked at him funny. "What? I can't do anything lying in bed all day. I'm supposed to be stuck here for three more weeks unless I can convince the doctors I'm okay to leave. And the only good thing about the pediatric wing is the ice cream! So don't look at me like that, I can probably run it through on this computer if you can just tell me her name."
"Her name is Bridgette Morin." Isaac said holding back a laugh. "Um, she's very…" Isaac looked at Derek who scowled a little more at his glance, "She's intense. Just, be aware of that."
"Scott, are you coming?" Derek asked.
"Um, yeah, let me say bye to my mom before I leave, she gets off in a couple of hours and I should say goodbye." Scott answered. "You gonna be alright man?"
"Dude, I survived being ripped open by a lizard man monster. I think I'm gonna be alright searching police records online, plus I get my ice cream soon. Go figure out what Deaton knows about the royal werewolf chick."
Scott, Isaac and Derek left for Deaton's office and on the way there Scott got a call form Stiles.
"Scott, this is fishy, it says she was the beneficiary of 7 life insurance claims, all since last year that total over seven million dollars." Stiles sounded excited.
"Dude, if her family if dead, that's what happen, the survivors claim the policies." Scott answered.
"Yeah, but come one, seven?" Stiles asked and Scott could imagine his facial expressions while on the phone. Derek eyeballed Scott from the side, obviously hearing every word Stiles was saying.
"Money means nothing to a werewolf on the run. I would know." Derek said.
"Dude, Derek has like fourteen life insurance policies he hasn't touched, if her family really did die like I said before, then that is not as suspicious as you think." Scott told Stiles.
"Fine, but she is mentioned in a ton of articles, like for everything from scholastic decathlons to state track meets, but not once is there a picture available."
"We can't take pictures because our eyes reflect the light and blur our faces. I couldn't let them take my picture for Co-captain because they thought something was wrong with the cameras. Look, Stiles, we aren't going to make any decisions tonight or probably anytime soon. We can handle this. We're almost to the vet clinic and we can see Erica's car there right now. I'll let you know what is going on after okay. I gotta go." Scott and Stile were speaking at the same time.
"But no wai-"
"Bye." Scott hung up the phone. And Stiles fluffed his pillow up after tossing his phone aside, specifically for the purpose of childishly flopping back in defeat.
Derek smelled something different the moment he walked into the clinic. Isaac and Scott didn't smell it until after the bell stopped ringing
"No, it's very different in New Orleans. Our advisors are not usually veterinarians, but then again, if you keep the right company, you don't have to keep so many secrets. Do you Deaton? Don't you remember Louisiana?" Bridgette's voice carried down the hallway.
"Oh I remember. I enjoyed it there, but I was needed elsewhere." Deaton's tone was airy and light. When Derek rounded the corner he saw that Bridgette was leaning leisurely against the counter, and he found himself starring until she turned around to greet him and the other boys. Erica and Boyd wiped the smiles from their faces as they had obviously been enjoying the conversation.
"I smell werewolf on you. You must be Scott," Bridgette pointed to Scott then walked up to him. "I'm Bridgette. I was hoping I would get to meet this Stile too, but I guess that will have to wait for another time." Scott couldn't help but smile back. "Derek, I was just stopping by to check in with your resident advisor and I learned some very interesting things. Things I should probably discuss with you later. I think we can figure out a time and place, but um, right now I think I should go. I hope to see you later, Derek." Bridgette locked eyes with him and stepped past him, walking out of the door. "Goodbye." As soon as she was gone Derek looked at Erica and Boyd and then towards Deaton.
"Why was she here?" Derek asked.
"She knew I was in town, and before either of you were born I lived in Louisiana with my family, but I have to go where I'm needed. I ended up here being an advisor to your family. My advice right now is to trust her and to talk to her. She knows an awful lot about what has been going on here, and what is still going on here. You should trust her." Deaton narrowed his gaze towards Derek.
"Can you excuse us for a minute; I need to talk to Deaton alone." Derek didn't move until the other wolves exchanged glances and had exited the front door. "This girl? This girl is the one I should trust the most?"
"I didn't say that she was the one you should trust, just that you should trust her. You know exactly who you should trust. It's not that you don't know, it's just that you don't want to admit it. Because you don't want to realize that your strongest asset is a human. And everyone will tell you the same thing."
Stiles. Derek would never say it out loud. But it was Stiles.
"Scott?" Scott's mother was standing in his doorway, still in her scrubs.
"Hey mom." He took the picture of him and Allison that he had and placed it in the palm of his hand.
"How, um how are you doing after everything?"
"I'm okay I guess. I don't know, Mom, I swear sometimes it's like it never ends. Sometimes I think it would be better if we just left, and then I think about how I would just be running away and I know that you taught me better than that." Scott was leaning over sitting on his bed; his mom came and sat down beside him.
"Listen, I know I have been distant. But it's just because I've been scared. And when you are scared you do things you wouldn't normally do. But sometimes it's okay to be afraid or to be sad. There is nothing wrong with feeling, Scott. And the way that you are acting right now, like you aren't really feeling anything, that's not okay. After everything that has happened you should be afraid, and sad and angry, and you aren't and I'm worried." Melissa put her hand on Scott's back the way a mother does, and like magic he could feel everything he didn't want to.
"I'm sad. It's all I feel all the time Mom. I don't know how to make it stop other than not to even think about it. I miss Allison. I can't do anything without feeling like I might see her. I can't figure out how to actually let go of her. I feel like I can't care about anyone, because hurting people I care about is just another way to hurt me." Scott looked up and his mother was crying too.
"It's gonna be okay Scott, I can tell you that it may not feel like it now, but one day it will feel better." Scott let himself weep into his mother's hair. It was the first time he had actually talked about what happened.
Stiles sent Scott a text message letting him know that he would be release in the morning, based on his speedy recovery.
Bridgette had finished showering and dressing when she walked out of the hotel bathroom and saw Derek Hale standing by the open window.
"From what I hear you make it a habit to sneak in through windows, Hale."
"Deaton told me I should trust you." Derek didn't turn around. "This is me trusting you."
"Fine then." She plopped down in a chair by the window and Derek turned around "We have a lot to talk about. The Kanima, the immune girl and your resurrected uncle? There's a lot more going on here than you realize."
Slow I know, I'm sorry but I don't want to leave out the small things bcause they end up being some of the most important things. Please review, favorite or follow. I Appreciate it.