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Lacy here! Alright, we saw Stiles and Effie make up in the last chapter, thankfully. They'll fight more, as I've warned, but they're siblings. It happens. This chapter, we see Effie take one for Stiles so he can have his moment in the spotlight on the lacrosse team. I'll quote Effie from a season three episode, there isn't a whole lot she and Stiles won't do for each other. Even if it means going up against a psychotic alpha. Read on!
Disclaimer: Only Effie is mine.
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"Is there a reason your father has the cabin being watched?"
Effie sighed as she leaned against her locker, her phone to her ear. "Since I've been going there after school so much, he wants to make sure I'm safe. Apparently our security system isn't enough." she ran a hand over her face. "I'm sorry about this."
"It's not your fault," Derek said. "I'll find a different place to hide out."
Effie bit her lip. "I have an idea but it's kind of crazy,"
"Let's hear it,"
"Hide at our house." Effie suggested. "The last place Dad will look for you is under his own roof. As this is partly Stiles' fault, use his room. I'll meet you there after school."
"Alright," Derek paused for a moment. "watch yourself and be careful."
Effie smiled. "Back at ya,"
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Effie raced home after school, cursing when she saw Stiles' jeep gone from the parking lot already. She just had to stay and make sure she completely understood the damn math assignment. Stiles was going to freak on her when he found Derek in his room. She knew her brother understood she had a bond of sorts with the older wolf but that didn't mean Stiles liked it or Derek.
Seeing her father's car in the station lot as she drove by, Effie breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she wouldn't have to deal with him finding the Hale in their home. One less pissed Stilinski was always good in Effie's book. The men in her family had tempers when they wanted to.
Getting home, she charged into the house and raced up the stairs.
"Stiles!" she called out, trying to figure out where he was.
Stiles stepped out of his room. "You have some explaining to do."
Effie smiled nervously. "I see you found my surprise."
Grabbing Effie by the arm, Stiles yanked her into his room and shut the door, probably a little harder than needed.
"Why is Derek Hale in my room?!" Stiles squeaked out.
Effie turned and saw Derek standing at the foot of the bed, a glare aimed at Stiles. "He needed a place to stay." Effie explained, turning back to Stiles. "Dad's got the cabin being watched, to make sure I'm safe when I'm there. Meaning Derek can't be there."
Stiles ran a hand over his face. "A little warning would have been nice."
Effie shrugged. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spring it on you. I was hoping to get home first." Once again she cursed her damn math homework. "Look, it's not ideal, for any of us, but for now, let's make the best of it. Please."
Stiles sighed. "Fine,"
Effie turned to Derek, raising a brow.
"Alright," Derek dropped the glare.
Effie sat on Stiles' bed. "Now that you two are going to play nice, I have homework."
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"What is wrong with your brother?"
Effie looked up from her painting and smiled at Danny. "Sweetie, we don't have nearly enough time for me to give you that entire list. Wanna narrow it down?"
Danny flopped down on Effie's bed. "That guy in his room, Mi-"
"Derek." Effie stopped him. "I don't know what Stiles told you, but his name is Derek."
Danny frowned. "Any relation to-"
"Please don't ask, Danny." Effie pleaded. "I don't want to lie to you."
Danny sighed. "Alright. Any idea why he had me looking up texts?"
"No idea at the moment," Effie admitted. "but I'm sure they'll fill me in at some point. If they didn't tell you, it was to keep you from being involved and/or getting in trouble."
"You Stilinskis," Danny shook his head.
Effie grinned. "I know."
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Effie frowned. "Melissa? What? That can't be right."
Derek shrugged. "That's what the trace said."
"No," Effie shook her head. "no way would Melissa put her son in danger. Stiles, well he annoys everyone but Scott is her world."
"I don't know how to explain it." Derek said. "But Stiles and I are going to find out if it's real or not."
"Stiles has his first game tonight." Effie said, putting her paint brush down. "I'm not gonna let him miss that." she took off her smock. "You and I will go, let Stiles have his game."
Derek watched Effie as she wiped the paint from her hands. "Are you sure?"
Effie faced Derek, determination on her face. "Stiles has ridden in Scott's shadow for too long. It's his turn now. If that means I have to do the dangerous work, so be it."
Derek stood and crossed to Effie. He took the towel and wiped a bit of paint from her nose. "Let's go."
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Effie looked through the hospital, looking for Scott's mom but weirdly, she couldn't find anyone.
"I can't find her." she said to Derek over the phone.
"Ask for Jennifer." Derek said. "She's been looking after my uncle."
Effie stepped into the doorway of Peter Hale's room and stopped. "Yeah well, he's not here either."
"What?"
"He's not here. He's gone, Derek."
"Effie, get out of there, right now. It's him! He's the alpha! Get out!"
Effie slowly lowered her phone and backed out of the room, only to find Peter Hale, standing and dressed, just a few feet away.
"You must be Effie," he said with a small smile.
Effie turned quickly and went to run when she came face to face with Peter's nurse. Great.
"What are you doing here?" Jennifer asked. "Visiting hours are over."
Effie looked between the two, feeling panic rise in her chest. Oh now was so not the time for a panic attack but she could feel it building.
Before it could take control of her, Derek appeared, elbowing Jennifer in the face, knocking her out.
"That's not nice." Peter mocked. "She's my nurse."
"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people." Derek shot back. He glanced at Effie. "Get out of the way."
Effie didn't think twice. She dropped to the ground and shot out of the way.
"You think I killed Laura on purpose?" Peter asked. "My own family?"
Effie wasn't going to speak up but she seriously doubted, giving the way Peter was tossing Derek about, that he cared about hurting his family. She ducked behind the reception desk, pressing her back painfully against the shelves as she listened to Peter go on about what it was like, healing slowly over the last six years. If she didn't know all the shit he'd done and all the people he'd killed, she might have felt sorry but, as she heard Derek go crashing through glass, he was a monster and didn't deserve her sympathy.
Seeing Derek had led Peter away, and knowing she was next to useless against the alpha, Effie squashed the part of her that didn't want to leave Derek behind and ran. She knew her being safe would help Derek, even if he didn't know it until afterward.
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Okay, so things aren't going well for Derek. Seriously, can the guy not catch a break? *snorts* I say that now, in season one. We all know it gets worse. Here's the real mystery, will he keep his plan from Effie or tell her the truth? That's next chapter! No killing me before then! Let me know what you think, flame policy stands and thanks for reading!
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