"I still have your underwear."
"I still have your virginity."
"How many times have you played this movie?" Stiles asked as he came up to the front desk. Leah groaned and ripped a Twizzler apart with her teeth.
"It's a classic, ya dick. And when you run this place, you can pick the movies." Leah said, glancing at him as he set the stack of werewolf movies on the front counter.
"No, thanks." Stiles made a face and stepped back, hands on his hips. Leah looked from the movies and then back to Stiles.
"These were due like a week ago." Leah said, waving her Twizzler around the stack. Stiles made some motion with his hand.
"Right, well, I was gonna return them and then Scott went wolf and…"
"And you owe me like fifteen dollars in late fees." Leah finished for him, scrunching up her nose. Stiles gaped at her.
"What?!" He rolled forward on his toes, "No! That's ridiculous."
"Maybe it you returned your movies on time…" Leah trailed off as she finished off her Twizzler. Leah watched him groan and roll his head back and gave him a smirk.
"Okay, how about this." Stiles threw his hand toward her, "I buy you dinner at Toby's."
"Oh, wow, a burger joint, so fancy." Leah made a face and settled back down on her elbows, "Or you could just pay the fee." Stiles groaned again.
"I'll throw in a large curly fry." He bargained. Leah raised her eyebrows and chewed on another Twizzler, "And a milkshake! Kane, please!" He clasped his hands in front of his face, "I don't have any cash on me and you guys don't take cards." He pleaded.
"Fine." Leah said after a moment. She wasn't a fan of Stiles, but she wasn't about to give up free food. "But you're driving." Stiles let out a breath of relief and let his arms drop.
"So can we go?" Stiles asked as Leah started to scan the movies back in.
"Uh…" Leah motioned to the stack of movies, "I have to do this thing called work."
"Well, what time do you get off?" Stiles asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Nine." Leah responded, "But there's a police enforced curfew and—" Stiles cut her off with a laugh.
"When have you ever listened to what the police say?" Stiles asked. Leah smirked at him.
"Touché." She pointed a DVD at him, "Just go hang out with Scott or masturbate until I'm done."
"Scott's on his hangout." Stiles said, making air quotes around the word, "And I already did that today." Leah gave Stiles a look before shaking her head.
"Just go away and leave me be." Leah said, waving her hand at him, "I'll just meet you there." Stiles nodded and backed up, looking at the television screens.
"Such a dumb movie." He whispered to himself.
Leah hurled the DVD at him, nailing him on the shoulder. Stiles flinched and gaped at her as he walked out. She smiled to herself and settled back into the scanning the movies back into the system.
Scott was out on his double date with Allison and the power couple. Leah had spent the school day with him, trying to get him not to freak out and back out. He was going to be fine. He even managed to snag the car from his mom—Leah had seen him leave when she left for work.
Allison had tried to get Leah to tag along with them, again, but Leah knew when she wasn't wanted. Lydia and Jackson surely didn't want her there, even though Leah would kick both of their asses. So Leah politely declined Allison's offer again and she said Leah owed her. Leah had even managed to get herself out of helping Allison get ready. There was a moment that Leah felt guilty, but she remembered that Lydia would be there, who was a better help at getting people ready than Leah was.
"Yo, Leah." Todd made Leah look around the shelf she had been restocking, "It's nine. You can get out of here, if you want."
"Oh, I want." Leah said, shoving the movies haphazardly against the shelf. "I've wanted to get out of here since I got here."
"Woooow." Todd drew the word out as Leah walked back up to the counter.
"No offense." Leah added on. Todd rolled his eyes at her.
"Are you hurrying because of a certain boy?" Todd asked as Leah went to the computer.
"What?" Leah felt her brow furrow, "No." Leah scoffed out, "All I'm doing is going home and watching Netflix."
"Sure you are." Todd said with a knowing smile. Leah clicked on the clock out button and grabbed her time slip.
"Bye, Todd!" She sang out as she grabbed her board and bag and went for the door.
Leah set her board down and pushed off, heading towards the gas station. She needed to pick up another pack of Twizzlers, since she had run out during work and there were none at the house. Twizzlers were like crack to Leah. When Scott and her were younger and they went trick or treating, he would give her all of his Twizzlers for her chocolate bars and Leah didn't mind one bit.
The Twizzlers were located in the back of the gas station with all the other candy. Leah grabbed a pack and went up to pay the cashier. She went for the door, but stopped when she saw what was happening outside. There was a black Camaro sitting at the pump with two Land Rovers blocking it in. There was a guy who looked like Allison's dad wiping the windshield of the Camaro. Leah slowly put the pieces together and her suspicions were confirmed when she saw Derek standing by the Camaro, fists clenched.
Leah couldn't hear what Mr. Argent was saying, so she quietly stepped outside, leaning against the building. Derek's stance was defensive, ready for an attack.
"If you have something this nice, you want to take care of it, right? Personally, I'm very protective of the things I love." Mr. Argent was saying as he continued to wipe the windshield. "But that's something I learned from my family. And you don't have much of that these days. Do you?" Mr. Argent looked at Derek. Leah watched Derek visibly tense up even more so, which made Mr. Argent smile.
"There we go." Mr. Argent said, finishing the windshield and putting the wiper back, "You can actually look through your windshield now. See how that makes everything so much clearer?" Mr. Argent gave Derek a smile before turning away.
"You forgot to check the oil." Derek called out. Mr. Argent looked back at Derek and nodded.
"Check the man's oil." He said to one of the other guys, who was standing around Derek.
The guy went up to the driver's side window and smashed it with a crowbar. Leah jumped in surprise, but Derek didn't even flinch.
"Looks good to me." The guy said, with a shrug. Leah watched as Mr. Argent bid Derek a good night and then the men got into the Land Rovers and sped off, leaving Derek and Leah alone.
"Well, that was interesting." Leah spoke up, stepped off of the curb and walking to where the Camaro was.
"What are you doing here?" Derek asked, brushing the glass off of the car.
"It was like the Jets and the Sharks. I had no idea I was living in a musical." Leah made a face, not answering Derek's question. Derek raised his eyebrows at Leah, "So I'm guessing there's…some bad blood there?" Leah waved the Twizzler package around in the air.
"You could say that." Derek all about growled out. Leah nodded.
"Good to know." Leah said, opening the bag of Twizzlers. She offered the pack to Derek who shook his head in response. Leah shrugged and dug her hand into the bag, taking out a Twizzler and watching as Derek made sure there was no glass inside of his car.
"There's a mechanic's shop a little ways up." Leah said, "My brother used to play lacrosse with the guy who owns the place."
"Thanks for the tip." Derek gruffly said. Leah raised her eyebrows.
"Remind me never to help you out again." Leah raised her hands in the air, "Have a good one." Leah said, turning away. Her phone buzzed in her pocket as she walked away from Derek.
"Coleslaw, why are you calling me?" Leah answered the phone with a sigh.
"Where the hell are you?" Stiles immediately responded, "I thought you were meeting me here!"
"Where?" Leah asked.
"Oh, come on, Barbie." Stiles scoffed out, "At Toby's!" Leah felt her brow furrow for a moment before she realized what he was talking about.
"Oh! Shit." She cursed out, "Uh, right. Yeah. I'm coming." Stiles let out a frustrated groan before hanging up. Leah shook her head and put her board down, pushing off and heading towards Toby's.
Leah spotted Stiles sitting at the back corner booth as soon as she walked into the burger joint. He saw her and rolled his head back, letting out a sigh.
"I don't have all night, Barbie." Stiles said as Leah came over.
"Oh, you do too." Leah made a face as she dropped her stuff on the seat. Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Milkshakes and fries. Like promised." Stiles gestured to the trays of food in front of them. Leah eyed the food for a moment, knowing that she wasn't allergic to peanut oil, but knowing Stiles would get her a peanut butter milkshake, just to be a dick. "It's chocolate." Stiles said, seeing her hesitation, "Where were you?" He asked, changing the topic.
"I was watching a showdown happen." Stiles raised his eyebrows.
"What? Someone put a rom com in the horror section?" He asked. Leah pulled the extra chocolate milkshake closer to herself. Leah took a sip as she shrugged.
"A little bit more exciting." Leah waited for Stiles to respond, but he just stared at her, "I saw Mr. Argent threaten Derek Hale." Leah said, leaning forward and waggling her eyebrows.
"I'm sorry, what?" Stiles asked, raising his eyebrows and leaning closer to Leah. She pulled back and sat up against the booth.
"It was like they were rival gangs and Derek was on Mr. Argent's turf."
"What happened?" Leah stabbed her straw down into her milkshake.
"Nothing." Leah made a face, "I was coming out as it ended so…"
"So you got nothing." Stiles finished for her, sitting back and rolling his head, "God, useless."
"Hey!" Leah cried out, "I'm not useless." Leah pointed at Stiles with a fry, "Obviously there's something going on there."
"Well, yeah, considering Mr. Argent is a werewolf hunter and Derek's a werewolf." Stiles hissed out, "That could cause some tension, yeah." Leah chomped down on her fry and gave Stiles a smirk.
Stiles slumped down in his seat and brushed something off the table as Leah took another fry. She looked around the burger joint, not really knowing what to say next. The last time she had been to Toby's with Stiles was when they were in middle school.
"I honestly don't think I've been here since middle school." Leah voiced her thoughts, eyes still looking around the burger joint.
"Really?" Stiles instantly asked, glancing at her. Leah looked back at him, raising her eyebrows,
"Uh, yeah. I try to avoid all places that have been tainted with the memory of you." Leah sighed as she reached for another fry,
"Oh, come on, you're still upset about that?" Stiles asked.
"Yes, Stiles, I am." Leah widened her eyes, "We were hanging out here and then Lydia Martin waltzed in and you lost your shit."
"I—I—didn't lose my shit." Stiles scoffed.
"Oh, please." Leah rolled her eyes, "I can't even drink vanilla milkshakes because of that night."
"Hey, that was not my fault." Stiles pointed at her, "If anything, that was all you."
"How?" Leah asked, raising her shoulders, "How in holy hell was that my fault?"
"I only invited you to hang out because I knew she was going to be here and Scott was with his dad so obviously you were my second and last choice. So if you hadn't come, you wouldn't have gotten an milkshake bath." Stiles blurted out. Leah gaped at him.
"So you used me to ogle Lydia Martin's boobs." Leah stated, leaning forward in the booth. "And then when it backfired, she took it out on me. That seems like it's your fault, Stilinski." Stiles pulled up short and motioned to her with his hand.
"Well, when you say it like that…" Leah fell back in her seat with a groan and rolled her eyes.
"Oh my God." Leah laughed out, "You're really something, Stiles, you know that?" Leah squinted at Stiles before she began to gather her things up, "I honestly don't even know why I try to have a semi-normal night with you because you just continually remind me that you, are an asshole. Always have been, always will be." Leah bit out, moving out of the booth and going for the door.
"Leah, wait—"
"Nope." Leah snapped back, marching outside as Stiles followed.
Leah let the door slam in his face and he banged on the glass, trying to get her to turn around. She whirled around and flipped him off. Stiles gaped at her before pulling the door open and stepping outside.
"At least let me drive you home." He said.
"Oh, cause that's gonna make up for it." Leah laughed out, "Yeah, no." Leah turned away from him again, ready to start home.
"If your mom catches you out past curfew, she'll kill you." Stiles pointed out. Leah took in a breath and slowly turned back around. She crossed her arms over her chest.
"Fine." Leah said, moving her head around and rolling her eyes, giving in. Stiles nodded and they started to his Jeep.
"I didn't know—" Stiles started as they sat at a red light, "I didn't know she was going to do that to you."
"Yeah, neither did I." Leah sighed out, rubbing her temples, "My Backstreet Boys tee was ruined."
"Well, you're welcome." Stiles teased, getting a glare from Leah. Stiles sighed, "You know what, I'm sorry, okay? But you've done some equally asshole-ish things too, Leah." Stiles pointed out, "We both know that what happened at Toby's wasn't even the reason we stopped being friends."
"I'm aware, thank you." Leah snapped out, "But it was still pretty shitty and probably the start of the end of our friendship."
Leah crossed her arms over her chest as Stiles turned down her street. Stiles glanced over to Leah, looking like he wanted to say something, but he decided against it. He slowed down in front of Leah's house.
"Thanks." Leah said, "For the ride." Leah paused, "I would say thanks for the food, but I didn't really eat any of it."
"Cause you were too busy reminiscing about the past."
"I'd rather just forget about it. And tonight." Leah said, meeting Stiles' look.
"Yeah, sure. Never happened." Stiles raised his eyebrows at Leah and nodded. Leah nodded back and pushed out of the Jeep, hopping out. Stiles drove away as soon as she was through the front gate.
Leah walked into her house, dropping her backpack at the foot of the stairs before going into the kitchen. Her dad was sitting at the counter, eating some leftovers, but turned to look at her when she entered.
"Where've you been?" He asked around a mouthful of food.
"Work." Leah shrugged, pulling off her jacket.
"Work is over at nine. It's almost ten." Drew said, pointing his fork at the clock, "Where'd ya go?"
"Out." Leah shrugged again.
"Are you aware there's a police enforced curfew and that if your mother was to catch you—"
"I was with Stiles!" Leah cried out, cutting her dad off.
"HA!" Drew pointed at Leah with his fork, almost jumping out of his seat. "Tara! You owe me five bucks!" Drew called out.
"Damnit!" Tara's voice called back. Leah tried to hide her smile, by shaking her head and looking down.
"I hate you guys." Leah mumbled as she walked over to her dad.
"You went on a date." Drew sang out as Leah took his leftovers.
"No, I didn't." Leah quickly shot him down, "No, we weren't on a date." Leah scoffed out, "Trust me, I'd never go out on a date with Stiles." She swirled the noodles around the fork.
"Then what did you do?" Drew asked, leaning his cheek in his hand. Leah shrugged as she put the fork to her mouth,
"Nothing, he bought me food—"
"So it was a date." Drew cut her off. Leah gave him a look.
"Because he didn't want to pay his late fees." Leah finished, shoving the fork into her mouth. Her dad made a face as Tara came into the kitchen, still in her uniform.
"She didn't go on a date." Drew said as Tara came around the counter.
"But I thought she was with Stiles."
"Just because I'm with Stiles doesn't mean I'm with Stiles." Leah said, motioning with the fork.
"Damn." Tara sighed out, "And here I thought were gonna hear date stories." Leah's mom took the leftovers from Leah and started to eat them.
"You two are ridiculous, do you know that?" Leah asked, pointing her fingers at the two of them, "It's never gonna happen." Tara and Drew shared a look, both smiling before Tara's phone started to buzz. She stepped back and looked at it for a second before answering.
"Deputy Kane." She answered, shifting into deputy mode. Leah shared a look with her dad as Tara listened to whoever was on the other line.
"I'll be right over." Tara ended the call and looked to Drew. "The sheriff is on his way to the hospital. Apparently, the bus driver succumbed to his wounds." She said with a sad smile. Drew's brow furrowed.
"But he was well on his way to recovery." Drew shook his head, "Melissa said so herself."
"Apparently not." Tara sighed and rubbed her stomach, "I have to head to the hospital and help the sheriff."
"I'll wait up." Drew kissed Tara's cheek before she walked out of the kitchen.
Leah pulled her lips in and waited for the front door to close. The two of them sat there in silence until Leah pushed the leftovers towards her dad; she had to get to Scott and tell him what happened.
"I'm gonna head upstairs." Leah said, stepping back from the counter. Drew nodded and gave her a quick hug before letting Leah go up to her bedroom.
Webster was lounging on Leah's bed as she went into her room. He watched her as Leah went over to her window. Leah pushed the panes open and climbed out, stepping onto the branch of the tree in front of her window. Leah crawled over to Scott's window, which was already opened, and tumbled through, only to slam into someone and hear three screams.
"Oh shit!" Leah cried out, flailing back as she tried to get her bearings.
"Leah!" Mrs. McCall's voice hit an octave, "Jesus!"
"What are you doing here?!" Stiles yelled, and Leah realized he was the one she slammed into. He shoved her, making Leah roll a bit.
"And that's about enough parenting for me for one night." Mrs. McCall sighed out, "Goodnight." She motioned to them and walked out the door. Leah shifted on Scott's bed, getting comfortable as she looked at Scott.
"What?" Scott asked, looking at Stiles and Leah.
"My dad was leaving for the hospital when I got home." Stiles sighed out.
"Yeah and my mom just left." Leah added on.
"It's the bus driver." Stiles continued, "They said he succumbed to his wounds."
"Succumbed?" Scott asked, looking confused.
"Scott, he's dead." Stiles solemnly said. Scott looked in between the two of them.
"Which is weird cause Drew said that he was fine." Leah said, brow furrowing as she looked to Stiles and then to Scott.
"He succumbed, Barbie, which means the wounds overtook and he died." Stiles said as if Leah were stupid.
"No, he was fine when I saw him." Scott shook his head.
"When did you see him?" Leah asked, looking to Scott.
"Yesterday before we went to see Derek." Scott motioned with his hand. Leah didn't know how to respond and neither did Stiles. She chewed on her bottom lip and shrugged.
"Maybe Derek killed him." Leah suggested. "Maybe he went to the hospital and—" But before she could finish her thought, Scott had turned and ran out of the room.
Stiles and Leah looked at each other before jumping up and running after him. Both of them got to the door at the same time, getting stuck in the doorframe. Leah pushed ahead and ran down the stairs.
Scott was gone by the time Leah got outside. She slowed down as she came to the edge of the yard, looking around the neighborhood. Stiles huffed as he came to a stop next to Leah.
"Good one, Barbie." He sighed out before heading to the Jeep. "Now we gotta go back out in the woods to find—"
"Leah Megan Kane!" Leah heard her dad shout, making her jump. She whirled around to see her dad standing on the porch of their house, hands on his hips, "Where in God's name do you think you're going?"
"Holy shit." Leah whispered out.
"Your middle name is Megan?" Stiles asked, brow furrowing. Leah gave him a look.
"How long have you known me?" Leah asked.
"Leah!"
"Coming!" Leah yelled back to her dad. Leah looked to Stiles, "Find him. Okay?" Stiles nodded and ran around the front of the Jeep. She stepped back and headed back to her house as Stiles sped off. Drew gave Leah a look as she stepped onto the front stoop.
"Trying to sneak out to the lookout, eh?" Drew asked, eyebrows raised
"You wish." Leah grumbled out as she walked past him and stomped up the stairs.
Connor was lounging on the couch in the Hale living room, leafing one of the books that made it through the fire, when the front door was thrown open. Startled, Connor looked over to see Scott McCall stalking into the house, screaming Derek's name.
"I know you're here!" Scott yelled out. "I know what you did!"
"I didn't do anything." Derek's voice came back, sounding calm. Connor sat up on the couch, placing his book next to him as Scott went for the stairs.
"You killed him!"
"He died." Derek emphasized.
Connor slowly caught up with what was going on. The two of them had gone to visit the bus driver earlier in the evening because Derek wanted to talk to him about what happened on the bus. Apparently Derek didn't get far since the bus driver decided then was the perfect time to die.
"Like your sister died?" Scott asked, slowly climbing up the stairs.
"My sister was missing. I came here looking for her." Derek had yet to make an appearance and Connor sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.
"You found her."
"I found her in pieces!" Derek suddenly shouted out, "Being used as bait to catch me." Connor let his hands drop from his face and went to chew on his bottom lip. He slowly got off the couch preparing to slip out while Scott was still preoccupied with Derek; he had been trying to keep Scott from finding out that he knew what was going on.
"I think you killed them both." Scott was still climbing the stairs, "And I'm gonna tell everyone. Starting with the sheriff." He threatened as he got to the top of the stairs. Connor walked out of the living room just in time to see Derek grab Scott and throw him down the stairs.
"Oh—my God." Connor jumped back, hands up in the air.
He gave Derek a wide eyed look before looking back down at Scott, who's face had turned wolfish. Scott let out a growl, turning back to look at Derek, who dramatically jumped off of the top of the stairs, landing in front of Scott.
"Seriously?" Connor asked, mostly to himself.
Connor pressed himself against the front door as Scott got to his feet. Scott grabbed Derek by the shirt and threw him back, hard enough that Derek went through the wall and into the next room.
"Jesus Christ." Connor complained, rolling his eyes.
Scott glanced over to Connor, finally noticing he was there. Connor watched Scott's eyebrows furrow in confusion and he opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Derek's roar. Scott's head snapped back to Derek and he remembered what he came to do. Connor watched Scott step through the hole that Derek's body had made, both of them letting out growls before going at it.
"Alright." Connor nodded, giving both of them a thumbs up they couldn't see, "So much for just giving advice." Connor pulled down the corners of his mouth and watched Derek and Scott battle it out from the front hall.
Connor had to give it to Scott; he wasn't going to down as easily as Connor expected. Scott got a few solid hits and punches in on Derek, but Derek was clearly stronger and more skilled than him. The fight last roughly two minutes and ended when Derek sliced his claws across Scott's chest, forcing Scott to turn back. Derek shifted back into his human form, turning to look at where Scott was propped up against the bottom of one of the chairs, tenderly touching his wound. Both of them were breathing quite heavily and Scott turned to look at Derek, a glare still on his face.
"I didn't kill him." Derek seriously said as Connor stepped through the hole, "Neither of us did. It's not your fault and it's not mine." Derek took in a deep breath as Scott looked at him in surprise.
"This!?" Scott cried out as he got to his feet, "This is all your fault! You ruined my life!" Scott shouted, getting in Derek's face.
"No, I didn't." Derek responded, walking around Scott. Connor crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against one of the columns as he watched the two argue.
"You're the one who bit me." Scott accused.
"No, I'm not." Derek shot down his accusation.
"What!?" Scott yelled out, surprised and confused.
"I'm not the one who bit you." Derek repeated himself.
Connor watched as Scott took in a shaky breath, touching his now healed wound. Scott flinched as he remembered the night on the bus with the driver. He fell back on the chair, breathing heavily as he stared at his hands.
"There's another." Scott concluded.
"It's called an Alpha." Derek explained, "It's the most dangerous of our kind." Derek glanced to where Connor was standing. Connor shifted his weight against the column and kept a careful eye on Scott.
"You and I," Derek turned back to Scott, "We're betas. This thing, is more powerful, more animal than either of us." Derek continued, "I'm trying to find him, but I don't think I can do it without you."
"Why me?" Scott asked.
"Because he's the one that bit you." Connor spoke up for the first time since the fight began. Scott's eyes darted over to where Connor stood.
"You're part of his pack." Derek got Scott's attention, "It's you, Scott, you're the one he wants."
There was a moment of silence in the room as Derek let his statement settle. Scott's eyes flicked over to Connor and Connor saw him get up from the couch. Connor pushed off the column, arms still crossed over his chest as Scott came up to him.
"You knew?" Scott asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah…" Connor sighed out, "There's an extra shirt in my car. I'll be out in a second." Connor continued, glancing from Scott to Derek. Scott looked over at Derek before nodding at Connor and heading out of the Hale house.
Once Scott was outside, Connor stepped forward, smacking Derek's chest with his hand.
"That's for being an idiot." Connor raised his eyebrows at Derek, "I'm not dealing with you right now. I have to go deal with the sixteen year old you just beat up." Connor made his eyes wide at Derek, who let out a huff. Connor shook his head at Derek, turning to walk away, "Ridiculous." Connor mumbled, knowing Derek could hear him.
Jogging down the front steps, Connor spotted Scott by his car, pulling the extra shirt over his head. Connor let out a sigh and headed over to Scott, leaning against the front hood.
"So…" Connor started, "You're a werewolf." Connor motioned to Scott before crossing his arms over his chest.
"And you knew?" Scott asked, "All this time? And you didn't help me—us?" Scott corrected himself. Connor swallowed and nodded.
"Yep, yeah that was a shitty move on my part, I'll give you that." Connor raised a finger up, "But, you guys also didn't tell me what happened, so." Connor was referring to his sister and Scott. Scott did a double take and raised his eyebrows at Connor.
"Are you serious?! All this time, I've been freaking out about this and we've tried so many things to figure everything out and you've just been hanging out with Derek! You could've at least helped us!" Scott cried out. Connor didn't immediately respond—instead, he nodded, looking at Scott.
"You're right." Connor raised his eyebrows, "But I'm here now and I'm willing to help. You just have to trust me…and Derek." Connor added on. Scott sighed, slumping against the side of the car, "Oh, and you can't tell Leah that you know I know. I need to be the one to tell her."
"I can't lie to her." Scott shook his head.
"Yeah, you will." Connor nodded, not allowing for it to be discussed further. He pushed off the side of the car and walked around to the driver's side, "Get in, I'll give you a ride home." Connor said as he opened the driver's side door.
A/N: Thoughts?