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Season 1 - Episode 4 - Magic Bullet (Part 2)
ARGENT'S HOUSE - OUTSIDE
Waiting for Scott to get the bullet from the Argent's house had been taking to long and the bickering between Stiles and Derek had gotten worse by the second. Mickey had actually didn't have any problem with listening to the two as they fought about whether to cut off Derek's arm or wait for Scott to come with the bullet. But Stiles had been close to a breakdown of frustration, Mickey hadn't hesitated when his friend ordered him to go get Scott. At least he hadn't then but now, standing outside of his ex-girlfriends house brought some hesitation.
''Derek owns me one for this,'' he muttered as he walked up to the door and brought his thumb down on the doorbell, he could hear the ringing from inside the house followed by muffled voices.
Stuffing his hands down his jean pockets, Mickey leaned his back against the wall beside the door while waiting for someone to open the door. His pale green eyes landed on the shadows coming from the nearby window, faintly remembering it belonging to the kitchen. He really started to question just how seriously Scott was about saving Derek's life, maybe getting laid seemed more of a top priority rather than save a life.
''Mickey?'' the familiar voice came from the door, breaking Mickey out of his thoughts as he turned his eyes to look at the man.
Chris Argent was standing in the open doorway looking at the teenage boy with a raised eyebrow, a half amused smirk formed on his lips. Mickey rolled his eyes at the man's amusement before he gently nodded his head in a polite greeting.
''Mr. Argent, Scott's still here right?'' Mickey asked and did so just when Scott's voice could be heard coming from the kitchen, that confirmed it all. He sighed.
''He is, we're having dinner you'd like to join us?'' Chris asked, that stupid sadist smirk still on his lips as he knew exactly what spot he was putting Mickey in.
''You're a mean man, ya know that right?'' Mickey said with his own amused smirk, slowly shaking his head in disbelief at the evil man standing in front of him. ''But no, I'm in a tight spot and I really need Scott to come with me,'' he explained after a few seconds of silence.
The man studied him critically for a minute but in the end nodded. Mickey let out a long relieved sigh as Chris disappeared back into the house and towards the kitchen, most likely going to get Scott. Sure enough, two minutes later did the dark haired puppy werewolf appear from the kitchen. With Allison beside him...
''Hey dude.'' Scott greeted eagerly as he sent Mickey an appreciated look, seemed the newly turned werewolves had a hard time getting away from the hunters.
But it wasn't really Scott that Mickey was paying attention to, no his attention was taken by one shy beautiful girl staring right back at him. It was a weird sight seeing Allison beautiful Argent being so shy, but who could blame her for their last time together hadn't ended quite so nicely. But he broke his eyes away from her, forcing them to look back at Scott.
''You need to get to Stiles, the guy's on his way to a fricking mental breakdown over there,'' Mickey explained in a quick voice trying to not give Details away to the hunters, blaming Stiles was the easiest lie to put on the table.
Nodding his head quickly, Scott raised down the stairs and jumped on his bike. He was gone in a second and Mickey was about to follow him when Allison stopped him, her hand gripping the sleeve of his green foodie to stop him from walking away. He turned to face her, eyebrow raised as his pale green eyes met with her chocolate brown.
''We need to talk.'' Allison deadpanned, Mickey didn't know what to say so he snorted. ''I'm serious Mickey,'' she said sternly and refused to let go of his sleeve when he tried to pull away, this puts a frown on his brows.
Sure the two of them needed to talk but where would they even begin the talk? It wasn't like they were still together and in Mickey's eyes, Allison had already chosen Scott as her number one most important person and Mickey could most probably live with that. But living with it and actually accepting it is totally different things, Mickey didn't need to like it but neither would he go between them and their happiness.
''I love you.'' the words left her lips so suddenly that Mickey's only reaction was to blink at her, his brain not getting the words like it used to. But just how should he react to such words? He didn't understand why but the words didn't fill him with happiness, quite the opposite actually. Rage filled his whole system until it just boiled over, a snarl escaping his lips as he spun around and backed Allison against the wall.
''Don't say that, don't you ever say that!'' he snarled, his face only inches from her own as he glared into her eyes.
He knew he was scaring her but he didn't care, Allison had only a few days ago said that she loved Scott and now she was in love with Mickey again? Couldn't she make up her mind? He was fully aware of the shivers running down her spine, saw the fear in her eyes as she waited for Mickey to make a move. Did she really believe he would hurt her? But no, her fear turned into some wicked anger of itself.
''Then what do you want me to say!? What do I have to say to make you stay by my side?'' Allison shouted back in his face, tears welling up in her eyes. Her tears calming him, kind of soothing.
''Nothing, say nothing.''
He pushed himself off the wall, turned away from the beautiful girl and left without another word.
ROAD TOWARDS...?
God did he sometimes wish that he too had been bitten by that werewolf alpha, just to get that super speed so he wouldn't have to walk everywhere in the slow pace his legs took him forward with. Neither had he any car he could drive, not even a bike. No only moving thing Mickey Jagger owned was two slow going legs, neither used nor wanting to move any faster than the slow pace he currently walked with.
It was rather dark outside, the sky a dark blue with a hundred of stars shining as brightly little dots all over in no actual pattern. The moon was also there to light up the dark, formed as something a little more than a half watermelon. It was also spooking quiet out, the only sound being that of Mickey's feet shuffling through the leaves that had fallen down on the pavement from the huge trees growing all over the dark forest. Well, there also was that very weird sound coming from inside the forest, the sound reminding Mickey of a dog running around in the leaves.
''New plan,'' Mickey muttered as he changed direction away from the clinic as he decided to just head back to Derek's place and wait for the werewolf to come back, he figured after getting the bullet from Scott Derek would no longer have a problem with healing.
So he hurried back towards the old house, all the while hearing the sounds of the 'dog' running around in circles around him but never showed itself. The creature kept itself hidden in the shadows of the dark forest, but Mickey was sure that it was close. His pale green eyes searched his surroundings but thanks to the darkness he couldn't see much, but he did catch a glimpse of two red eyes watching him from a small distance away. His mind supplied him with the word 'alpha', his whole body running cold from the word. He quickly quickened his pace, new it would do him nothing good but the faster he got to the house the better.
What adrenalin can do to you, Mickey had never known his feet could move that quickly as he came to a half jog, half running down the road. His hood over his head, pale green eyes on high alert as he searched for the alphas' location. He was so caught up in his search for the alpha that he hadn't noticed the car coming up from behind, only noticing it when his name was called. Mickey flinched, almost tripping over a stray stone before he finally spun around to face the driver.
''Derek! You're alright?'' he breathed in half disbelief, his luck was truly on his side this time.
The raven-haired man just nodded, looking the teen over with a half frown. Mickey knew that it was no idea to hide it if he couldn't see it on the teens' expression, Derek could mostly smell Mickey'd fear. But luckily Derek didn't ask about it.
''Want a ride?'' he asked and Mickey didn't hesitate to get the door open and jump into the car, slumping down low on the seat as he tried to get his breath in order.
He could feel Derek's eyes on him but said nothing, the man didn't ask so Mickey felt no need in explaining because Derek most likely already knew the answer. So instead of asking, Derek turned his eyes back to the road and started up the car. Driving back to the house.
