Wolf's Bane:
Kristie screeched the car to the left, trying to lose Kate, who was right on her ass. She had been following them for an hour. Stiles and Scott slid to the left with the car, gripping the seats. "Tell me again why you are driving?" Stiles asked.
"Because Derek said I'm the only one who can drive his car other then him." Kristie said.
"Well did he expect you to kill us before we could help him!"
"Quit being a back seat driver!" Kristie looked in the rearview mirror, seeing Scott. "Faster?"
"Much faster." Scott said.
Kristie slammed on the accelerator as the car sped forward and she shifted it into gear. Kate was still following them. "Kristie," Stiles said. "I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here."
"If I go faster, I'll kill us."
"Well, if you don't go faster, they're gonna kill us!" Kristie groaned and hit the gas again, jerking them forward. "They're gone." Stiles hit the button on a walkie-talkie.
"All units, suspect is on foot heading into the fire works." His dad said over the radio. Kristie made another left turn and headed into the iron works. She pulled up alongside Derek as Mr. Argent was shoting arrows at him.
"Get in." she said, opening the door. Derek ran over to them and got in, Kristie immediately taking off as Mr. Argent proceeded to shot at them with a machine gun.
"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott asked.
"Damn it, I had him!"
"Who, the Alpha?" Stiles asked.
"Yes! He was right in front of me, and the friggin police showed up."
"Oh, hey, they're just doing their jobs..."
Derek looked at him with a pissed off expression."Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state." Derek said at Scott.
"Can we seriously get past that?" Scott asked. "I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."
"How did you find him?" Kristie asked. Derek looked at Scott and Stiles in the back seat. "Can you try and trust them for at least half a second?"
"Look," Derek started. "The last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."
"Like our chemistry teacher, Harris?" Kristie asked.
"Why him?" Scott asked.
"I don't know yet."
"What's the second?"
Derek reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He unfolded it. "Some kind of symbol." Derek said. Scott groaned. "What? You know what this is?"
"I've seen it on a necklace." Scott said. "Allison's necklace."
"This is gonna be impossible, you know." Scott said as he, Stiles, and Kristie walked into the school. Derek had told Scott he needed to get that necklace from Allison.
"Just ask her if you can borrow it." Stiles said.
"How?"
"It's easy. Just say, "Hey Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or int it that can lead me to and Alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you?""
"You're not helping."
"Why don't you just talk to her." Kristie said.
"She won't talk to me." Scott thought for a second. "What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?"
"That's why you ease...That's why you ease back into it, okay?" Stiles said. "Get back on her good side, remind her of the good times. And then you ask for the necklace."
Kristie looked at her brother and then hit him. "You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"All right, stay focused, okay? Get the necklace, get the Alpha, get cured, get Allison. In that order. Got it?" Kristie said, walking off toward her first class.
Kristie was walking toward English when Scott and Stiles found her. They looked panicked. "What happened?" Kristie asked.
"Jackson knows what I am." Scott said.
"How the hell did he find out?"
"I have no idea."
"Did he say it out loud? The word?"
"What word?"
"Werewolf. Did he say "I know you're a werewolf"?"
"No, but he implied it pretty freaking clearly."
"Okay, maybe it's not as bad as it seems." Stiles said. "I mean, he doesn't have any proof, right? And if he wanted to tell someone, who's gonna believe him anyway?"
"How about Allison's father?" Scott exclaimed.
"Okay, it's bad."
"I need a cure. Right now."
"Does he know about Allison's father?" Kristie asked.
"I don't know."
"Okay, where's Derek?" Stiles asked.
"Hiding." Kristie said. "Like we told him to. Why?"
"I have another idea. It's gonna take a little time and finesse, though."
"We have that game tonight." Scott said. "It's quarterfinals. And it's your first game."
"I know. I know. Look, do you have a plan for Allison yet?"
"She's in my next class."
"Get the necklace." Stiles said and he and Kristie headed to English.
"Did you get her to give you the necklace?" Kristie asked as she sat at the lunch table with Stiles and Scott.
"Not exactly." Scott said.
"What happened?" Stiles asked.
"She told me not to talk to her. At all."
"So she's not giving you..."
"She's not giving me the necklace!"
"Well did you find anything else out?" Kristie asked.
"Just that I know nothing about girls and that they're totally psychotic." Kristie looked at Scott, her eyebrow raised. "Not you."
"Wel, honey, it was obvious that you know nothing about girls."
"Okay," Stiles started. "I came up with a plan "B" just in case anything like this happened."
"What's plan "B"?" Scott asked.
"Just steal the stupid thing."
"Couldn't we try at least getting to Harris?"
"My dad put my on a 24-hour protective detail, okay? The necklace is all we got. Steal it." Scott tensed up.
"What?" Kristie asked.
"He's watching us."
"Who?"
"Jackson." Scott began looking around.
"What's wrong?" Kristie asked.
"Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him. Look at me. Just talk to me. Act normal. Pretend like nothing's happening." Scott paused. "Say something, talk to me."
"I cam't think of anything. My mind's a complete blank." Stiles said.
"Your mind's blank? You can't think of something to say?"
"Not under this kind of pressure." Stiles looked over at Jackson's table. "FYI, he's not even sitting with them anymore."
"Where the hell is he?" Scott began focusing and Stiles and Kristie looked at him, waiting for him to fill them in. "Yes." Scott said, answering Jackson. Scott began shaking and crushing his water bottle as he brought it to his lips.
"Come on Scott." Kristie said. "You can't let him does this. You can't let him have this kind of power over you. Okay?" Scott began to shake again, grabbing onto his tray. He began gripping it tighter and tighter until he split it in two, making a loud sound, causing everyone in the cafeteria to look at the three.
Stiles drove Kristie to his house after school. He told her he had a plan to find the Alpha. They walked into his room and Kristie was about to lay on the bed when she noticed Derek standing in the corner. She gasped.
"Hey Stiles!" the sheriff yelled.
"Yo D.." He turned to face the door and saw Derek. "Derek." Kristie and Derek put their fingers over their mouths and Derek motioned for him to get rid of his dad. Stiles ran out and closed the door most of the way.
"What'd you say?" The sheriff asked.
"What? I said "Yo...Dad."."
"Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game."
"My first game. Gosh, great. Awesome. Uh...good."
"I'm very happy for you. I'm proud of you."
"Thanks. Me too. I'm happy and proud...of myself."
"So, they're really gonna let you play, right?"
"Yeah, Dad. I'm first line. Believe that?"
"I'm very proud of you."
"Oh, me too. Again, I'm..." Kristie could tell the sheriff had hugged Stiles and Derek suddenly pulled her to him and hugged her, his hands falling around her waist. Her eyes widened.
"See you there."
"Take it easy." Stiles re-entered the room and before she could hug Derek back, he had Stiles up against the door.
"If you say one word," Derek started.
"Oh, what, you mean, like, "Hey Dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun"?" Derek let go of him. "Yeah. If I'm harboring your fugitie ass, it's my house,my rules, buddy." He said, hitting Derek on the shoulder. Derek nodded and stepped back, fixing Stiles' jacket. Stiles did the same thing, but Derek went towards him, causing Stiles to jerk away. "Oh god." he said, sitting in his desk chair and causing Kristie to laugh.
"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked.
"No." Kristie said. "He's still working on it. But according to Stiles, there's something else we can try." Kristie looked at Stiles.
"The night we were trapped at the school," Stiles started. "Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."
"So?" Derek asked.
"So, it wasn't Scott." Kristie said. "You broke his phone."
"Well can you find out who sent it?"
"No." Stiles said. "Not me. But I think I know someone who can."
"You know if we were at my house, we could be alone." Kristie told Derek as she sat on his lap in Stiles' room. Stiles had gone downstairs to let Danny in. Apparently he could help them.
Derek smiled at Kristie and was about to kiss her, when Stiles and Danny walked in. Stiles gave them a look, but Kristie didn't get up. Kristie smiled at Danny. "So what do you wanna start with?" Danny asked Stiles. "You didn't tell me this was gonna be group work."
"Actually I need you to do something for me first." Stiles said, sitting at his desk.
"What?"
"I need you to trace a text."
"You want me to do what?"
"Trace a text."
"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do."
"And we will, once you trace the text."
"And what makes you think I know how?"
"I...I looked up your arrest record, so..."
"I...I was 13. They dropped the charges."
"Whatever."
"No, we're doing lab work..."
"Oh my..." Stiles groaned as Danny sat down beside him. Danny looked behind him at Kristie and Derek, who was reading as Kristie laid her head on his shoulder, kissing him ever so often. If this was the only chance she was gonna be with him, she was gonna take it.
"Who's he again?" Danny asked.
Stiles looked at the couple. "Uh...that's Kristie's boyfriend...My cousin...Miguel." Kristie raised her eyebrow at Stiles.
"Is that blood on his shirt?"
"Yeah." Kristie said, sitting up. "He gets really bad nose bleeds."
"Hey Miguel." Stiles said. "I told you, you could borrow one of my shirts." Derek closed the book and Kristie got up, Derek stood and went over to the drawers, looking through shirts. Stiles gave her a look like "What are you doing?". He turned back to his computer as Derek took off his shirt. Kristie sat back down and re-opened the book, trying to hide the fact that she was looking him. Derek smirked at her, it not working.
"So, anyway," Stiles said. "I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text. so we should probably..."
"Uh, Stiles?" Derek asked.
"Yes?" Stiles asked turning back to him.
"This...no fit."
"Then try something else on." Derek turned back to find something else. Kristie looked over at Danny, who was looking at Derek. Stiles noticed to and began looking from Derek to Danny. "Hey, that one looks pretty good." Stiles said as Derek pulled on a small orange and blue striped shirt. "What do you think Danny?"
"It's...It's not really his color." Danny said. Kristie laughed, knowing Stiles was gonna get him for this. She stood up and helped Derek pull of the shirt, running her fingers over his amazing abs.
"Getting a little..."
"Shut up." Kristie said. "And find a shirt."
"There." Danny said as Derek, Kristie, and Stiles looked on. He had traced the text. "The text was sent from a computer. This one." he pointed at the screen. Kristie's eyes got bigger.
"Registered to that account name?" Kristie asked.
"No, no, no, no." Stiles said. "That can't be right." Kristie covered her mouth and ran her fingers through her hair. The account belonged to her mom, Melissa McCall.
"Did you get the picture?" Scott asked over the phone as Kristie, Derek, and Stiles sat in Stiles' jeep.
"Yeah, I did, and it looks just like the picture."
Derek grabbed Stiles' arm and moved the phone towards him. "Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something."
"No, no, the things flat. And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? Stiles, Kristie, your supposed to be here. Stiles, you're first line."
"Where the hell is Bilinksi and your sister?" They heard Coach Finstock say over the phone.
"Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start."
"I know." Stiles said. "Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him...Tell him I'll be there, I'm just gonna be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks." Stiles hung up the phone.
"You're not gonna make it." Derek said.
"I know."
"You didn't tell him about mom either." Kristie said, from the back seat.
"Not tell we find out the truth." They looked outside at the Beacon Hills long term home sign.
"By the way," Derek said. "One more thing." Derek hit Stiles' head against the steering wheel. "You know what that was for. Now go. Go!" he said, pointing to the building. Stiles groaned and got out, leaving the two alone.
Kristie groaned and got in the front seat. "God, all this is so complicated." she said.
"Look, maybe your mom isn't even involved."
"I hope."
Derek grabbed Kristie's hand. "I won't let anything happen to you."
"What was that thing you were gonna tell me?"
"I was gonna tell you-" Suddenly Kristie's phone rang. It was Stiles. "Damn it"!
Kristie sighed and picked up the phone. "Yes Stiles?"
"I can't find her."
"Well she may have gone to Scott's game."
"Ask for Jennifer." Derek said. "She's been taking care of my uncle."
"Yeah, well he's not here either." Stiles said. Derek and Kristie looked at each other.
"What?!"
"He's not here, he's gone."
"Stiles get out of there right now!" Kristie yelled. "He's the Alpha!" Kristie hung up the phone and went to get out of the car.
"No! You are staying here!" Derek said.
"I can't Derek. He's my best friend."
"I'll go help him. You stay here." Derek got out of the car and left Kristie there. Once he went inside, Kristie got out and followed him. She ran into the hospital to find Stiles, Derek, and Peter standing there.
"Look who joined the party." Peter said, looking at Kristie.
"Kristie I told you to stay in the car." Derek said, not looking at her.
"What's this one Derek?" Peter asked. "A little fling? Or is she the one?" Derek growled at Peter and jumped at him as Stiles tried to crawl out of the way. He got next to her as Peter lifted Derek up by the neck. "My mind, my personality were literally burned out of me. I was driven by pure instinct." He dropped Derek on the ground. Peter kneeled down and retrieved a set of keys from his dead nurses pocket.
"You want forgiveness?" Derek asked, getting up. He punched Peter and went after him again, but Peter grabbed him and head butted him.
"I want understanding." Peter said, and kicked him right to Kristie's feet. "Do you have any idea what it was like for me all those years." Derek spit blood onto the floor. "Slowly healing cell by cell. Even more slowly coming back to consciousness." Stiles grabbed Kristie and made her duck behind the front desk. "Yes, becoming an Alpha, taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that."
Derek tried punching Peter multiple times, but Peter just grabbed his hand and broke it with out breaking a sweat. "I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you." Peter threw Derek through the glass barrier of the examination room. Peter went after him.
"Come on Kristie." Stiles said, trying to get her out the door.
"I can't leave him Stiles."
"Kristie you have to. We can't save him."
I hope you guys liked the episode. I tried to get as much Kristie/Derek stuff in as I could since he is not "dead". Only three more episodes of Season 1! Please review :).
