It was the semi-finals and the Beacon Hills Lacrosse Team was getting their ass kicked. Especially, by one particular player on the opposing team. "Come on, is that thing even a teenager? I wanna see a birth certificate. Who or what is that genetic experiment gone wrong?" Coach asked Stiles.
"Eddie Abramovitz, Coach. They call him The Abomination." She informed him. They watched as the player rams into another lacrosse player. "Oh, that's cute." Finstock replied.
They were losing so bad that even Jackson got onto Scott about holding back. "Are you serious? You're the one who said that I was a cheater." Scott reminded him.
"And that freak of nature being on the field is fair? Do something!" Jackson snapped at him. As much as Scott wanted to help his team win the game he couldn't not with Allison's grandfather was at the game.
At the bleachers, Allison faked a shiver which didn't go unnoticed by the old man.
"You cold?"
"Yeah, should've brought an extra jacket." She told him, but that wasn't true. What she really wanted were the keys to get into his office, so Stiles could search for bestiary. He headed her the jacket and she palmed the keys. A player on the opposing team body slammed in to another player and they could hear the impact.
"Good God, is it always this violent?" Gerard commented. Just as Stiles casually walked by Allison slipped her the keys.
Back on the bench Finstock was getting desperate. He was losing players left and right and Danny was already on the verge of calling it in. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Coach asked him, holding up two fingers.
"Four." Danny replied with a groan.
"Say two." He pressed.
"Two?" Danny said, but he immediately regretted it. Coach sent him back out there, but was informed that he was one still on short of a player. He searched the crowd when his eyes landed on Boyd.
"You! You! You play lacrosse?" Coach asked. Boyd got up in response, but Erica quickly pulled him back.
"Uh–uh. Derek won't like this." She warned him.
"Yeah. But I will." Boyd told her as he left.
Coach was ecstatic. "Oh, ha, ha, ha! We got ourselves a player!"
Stiles did manage to get into the office, but so far couldn't find anything there. The keys were still in the doorway and she was close to tearing the room apart.
"Book," She searched the desk, but there was nothing. "Book, damn nothing here." She shot Allison a message, before she realized that Erica had entered in the room. "Oh-"
"Hello, Stiles." She said with a smile on her face. Stiles knew that it could only mean one thing.
Boyd was doing a good job to say the least. He tackled players left and right. He even made a goal, but was unaware that his eyes gave off the golden glow.
"Dude, you gotta get off the field, your eyes. Someone is gonna see you." Scott warned him, but Boyd paid him no mind. He continued to play, but Scott couldn't let Boyd endanger exposing himself. So Scott stole the ball from him and managed to score the winning goal, but it was short lived when he got tackled by an opposing player. A loud crack sound filled the air. Allison rushed to his side first.
"I'm fine, I'm healing, it's okay. The book?" Scott told her. Allison shook her head and look down at Scott's leg.
"It's not in his office, it's gotta be at the house. Oh, my God, your leg is broken."
"Not for long." Scott told her. As the crowd rushed over his leg appeared to be completely fine.
"It's okay. It's okay. I'm fine. I'm fine." He assured everyone. His mother wasn't convinced.
"I could have sworn I literally heard bone breaking from where I sat." Melissa said.
"Heard it? I felt it." Coach told her. Scott waved them away. "Perfectly fine." Scott repeated.
"In fact, we should go." Allison told him, but Gerard had other plans.
Erica had Stiles by the arm and led her to the indoor pool. Derek appeared with a basketball in his hand and a smug look on his face. At first, he could sense the worry that came from her, but when Stiles saw him, it was replaced with annoyance and anger instantly, Erica lets her go and stood by his side.
"Stiles." Derek said to her. He was glad to see no markings over her body, but he did notice the fire in her eyes.
"Derek, if you want to play basketball we should be on a basketball court, cause in case you haven't notice this is an indoor pool area." She said coolly. This resulted in Derek having a small smile on his face.
"What did you see at the mechanics garage?" Derek asked her.
"Uh, several alarming EPA violations that I'm seriously considering reporting." She told him easily. If he thought she was going to willingly give him information that he wanted, he had another thing coming. With his claws Derek deflated the ball, showing her he wasn't in the mood for games. "Holy God." Stiles mumbled.
Derek took a step toward her, but Stiles took one step back. "Let's try that again." Derek told her.
"You can go fuck yourself." She told him. Derek made a growling noise, it was different from the one she was used to. This one almost dared her to challenge him again and see what would happened.
"All right, the thing was pretty slick looking. Um, skin was dark. Kind of patterned. With the off chance of scales. Happy?" She caved in telling him. But the look on Derek's face told her otherwise. She rolled her eyes. "God you're an asshole. Eyes are, um, yellowish. And slitted. Um, has a lot of teeth. Oh. And it's got a tail, too. Are we good?" As she described the creature she had seen Derek and Erica facial expressions change. "Wait, have you seen it? You have this look on your faces like you know exactly what I am talking about." There was a hissing sound coming from behind her. She turned around and saw the creature looking right at them.
She slowly moved back towards Derek, who had already crouched down into his fighting stance. The creature knocked Erica against the wall and knocked her unconscious.
"Run!" Derek told Stiles as he looked behind him, pushing her away. The creature slashed his neck and Derek had no idea what happened. He did notice how weird his body felt. "Derek!" Stiles rushed over to his side to keep him balanced. She tried to get them moving.
"Hey, come on. Where is it? Can you see it?" She asked. Derek's body was paralyzed. She dragged him alongside the pool, but couldn't find the creature.
"I can smell it. Call Scott!" Stiles quickly pulled out her phone and dropped it. In reflect, she quickly tried to pick it up until she heard a splash and realized she had dropped Derek in the pool. It only took her a second to choose between the phone and Derek. She jumped into the pool leaving the phone. She came back up to the surface while cradling Derek's arm around her neck. God, he was heavy.
"Where did it go? Do you see it?" She asked him. She looked around frantically.
"No." Derek replied.
"Okay, maybe it took off." She said with hope in her voice. There was a hissing sound that filled the area.
"Maybe not." Derek told her.
Scott was stuck at another awkward Argent family dinner. Awkward wasn't the right word for it. It was tense and Gerard was the only one who seemed actually concerned about it. He tried telling stories when he was their age and tried to get everyone to converse, but it didn't seem to happen. Chris kept shooting daggers at Scott and Scott was trying really hard not choke on his food.
"So, why did you two break up?" Gerard asked them. Every Argent, looked at Scott.
"She dumped me?" He replied. Allison shot him a 'are you kidding me' look. Chris quickly came to Allison's defense.
"I think maybe Allison felt the two of you were just growing apart?" There was an underlined meaning in there and Scott knew it for sure.
"Could we talk about something else, please?" Allison managed. It was then Chris asked Scott to help him with the desert from the kitchen. Once, in the kitchen Chris pushed Scott into the fridge.
"Do I need to fill you in on the details of what would happen to you if he found out what we all know?" He warned him.
"I'm kind of wondering what would happen to you, actually." Scott told him, they both grabbed a desert dish.
"Oh, it wouldn't be very good for me. But then I'd have plenty of chances to redeem myself and that wouldn't be good for you." He told him. They stared at each other with glares while taking the desserts to the dining room.
They had been in the pool for a good hour now and the creature still seemed dead set on staying with them.
"Get me out of here before I drown." Derek told her. She spat some pool water in his face as her own body bobbed up and down.
"I'm going to ignore that tone in your voice, but seriously? Of all things to be worried about right now, that is one of them? Did you forget the thing out there with multiple rows of razor sharp teeth?" She told him with gasping breaths.
"Did you forget I'm paralyzed from the neck down in eight feet of water?" He shot back. Stiles lets out a breath. Holding him, was taking a lot out of her. She looked around and didn't see the creature.
"Okay. I don't see it." She began to swim towards the edge.
"Wait, wait, wait, stop, stop." Derek told her as he heard the creature. The creature was still there looking right at them.
"What's it waiting for?" She asked. It slowly made it way towards the water and Stiles panicked a bit inside. If it made it into the water they were screwed. But when it touched the water it pulled back.
"I don't think it can swim. Thank God for that." Stiles commented.
Scott and Allison managed to get away from the adult Argents despite Chris' protest. They were now in Gerard's room, but came up with nothing. There was a safe. It was locked and all seemed lost until Scott used his super wolf hearing to unlock the safe. There wasn't much in there. It contained a few papers and the same leather book Allison saw earlier. When Scott flipped through the book, it wasn't at all what they had expected.
"Salmon, tarte, crème fraiche, what is this?" Scott asked.
Allison gave a let down sigh. "A recipe. It's a freaking cookbook."
They were still in the water and Stiles was growing tired. She looked over to see that her phone was somewhat close to the edge of the pool.
"I don't think I can do this for much longer." Stiles told Derek. Derek looked over at her and saw what she was thinking.
"No, no, no. Don't even think about it." He told her. Stiles splashed water in his face with disdain.
"Would you just trust me?" She snipped at him.
"No." Derek told her. Stiles easily hid the hurt on her face, but that didn't stop Derek from smelling it on her.
"In case you have forgotten I keeping you alive. Have you noticed that?"
"Yeah. And when the paralysis wears off, who is gonna be able to fight that thing, you or me? You don't trust me-" Derek told her.
"Trusting you isn't not the problem here." Stiles mumbled to herself. Derek heard what she said, but he played it off like she hadn't said anything.
"I don't trust you. You need me to survive, which is why you are not letting me go." Derek finished looking at her. Stiles wrinkled her nose. Derek just admitted that he didn't trust her.
"Oh, really? Watch me." She told him just as she left him go. Derek sank to the bottom and Stiles swam towards the edge.
Stiles! Derek entered into her mind, but she pushed it aside and swam to end and grabbed the phone. The creature took a swipe, but missed her. Once, she got her phone she called Scott only to have him hang up in her face. She looked at the phone as if it had offended her. She was half tempted to try again, but threw it aside and swam after Derek who was at the bottom of the pool.
"Tell me you got him." Derek said to her once they got to the surface. Stiles didn't even answer.
Allison and Scott were still stuck on how the find the book. "Without we have no idea what this thing is." Scott told her.
"Where else do we look?"
Scott closed the safe back up. "Well, what haven't we thought of?"
Allison had to think for a minute. "Maybe it's not a book. Something else he keeps close to him." Her mind flashed the USB port that Gerard carried on his keys. "I know where it is." She told Scott. Scott quickly left the Argent home.
"Okay, I need something to hold on to." Stiles said tiredly. She notice a bar under the diving board and swam in the direction. She didn't get a grip on it and they both began sinking to the bottom. However, something pulled both of them up and Stiles realized it was Scott in his wolf-form.
"Oh, thank god." Stiles said, before she blacked out.
When Stiles came to she noticed she was on a bench and that Scott, Derek, and Erica were looking at something on a laptop screen on top of the jeep.
"Is that even a language?" She asked them as she made her way over to them. This caught them by surprise.
"Are you okay?" Derek asked her. He wrapped his arms around her. He did actually seemed to be worried about her, but she wasn't in the forgiving mood and pushed him away.
"You try holding someone who's twice your weight and size and a werewolf in water." She told him. She looked the strange markings.
"How are we supposed to figure out what this thing is?" Scott asked.
"It's called a kanima." Derek told him. Both Stiles and Scott gave him sideway glances.
"You knew the whole time." She accused him. Derek shook his head.
"No. Only when it was confused by its own reflection." Stiles knew she had missed something.
"It doesn't know what it is?" Stiles asked.
"Or who." Derek included.
Stiles sighed in frustration. "What else do you know?" She glared at him. Derek noticed and looked right back at her. "Just stories, rumors." He told them.
"But it's like us?" Scott asked.
"A shape shifter, yes, but it's not right. It's like a-" Derek tried to find the word.
"An abomination." Stiles supplied. She gave him a knowing glance. Derek, then took a step toward her and this time she didn't step back. He got close enough to where she felt his breath in her face.
"Derek? We need to work together on this. Maybe even tell the Argents." Scott told him.
"You trust them?" Derek asked angrily looking over at Scott.
"Nobody trusts anyone! That's the problem." Stiles answered. Derek snapped his attention back to her. He knew what she meant.
"Stiles is right, we're too busy arguing about who's on what side, there's something scarier, stronger and faster than any of us, and it's killing people and we still don't even know anything about it." Scott reasoned.
Derek didn't look away from Stiles. He knew Scott was right, but he still wasn't going to trust the Argents. He was close to losing her again, twice. "I know one thing, when I find it," He placed a hand on her cheek and Stiles flinched at the touch. "I'm gonna kill it!" Derek walked away.
Later, Scott is stabbed by Gerard while picking-up Melissa from the hospital. "Don't move. Even though I can practically feel the tissue around the blade already trying to heal, you never know with a beta. I can play the nice doddering grandpa who likes to cook and tell stories and be sweet and charming, and trust me, I can do it far better than your acting skills. Are you listening?" Gerard twisted the knife in Scott's gut. Scott lets out a groan of pain, but nods his head.
"Good. One of these days you're gonna do me a favor. Want to know how I know, because if you don't, this knife goes in her." Gerard indicates to Melissa who was talking to a coworker of hers, "Things would be a lot easier when bad things don't have to happen to good people. Don't you agree?" He told the knife and walked away.
Scott stood in shock with his wound already healing.
Okay, so I see people are thinking that Derek and Stiles weren't together. Well they were, but after Ice Pick pt. 2 they aren't anymore. Don't worry though they'll get back together...eventually. I refuse to spoil this entire season for y'all with my comments. So please hold your horses :).
