Chapter 12 - No More Laying Low

This honestly sucks. The one time I actually want some company, no one is here to give it. They are all busy; mainly with Scott and Stiles who are trying to get a hold of Derek and figured that leaving me alone for the lunch hour would be fine, as long as I stay near a public place.

I'm currently sitting on the bleachers watching some guys practice lacrosse. It's starting up soon and I've noticed that some of the guys who have been benched in the past have been here everyday practising. Though, there is not much of a point, as the coach will end up putting the same people on the field as he normally does. The only exception will probably be Stiles, sine he proved he is a good player, and Ethan and Aiden, if they decide to come out and join.

It's been a few days since Ethan and I talked. We've been sitting together at lunch a few times, but we've barely spent more than five minutes alone since the talk. It's probably best for right now.

I've told Jackson everything that has been going on. He's actually being very supportive and has been trying to give me some advice on how to handle everything. I actually think that me finding out everything has brought Jackson and I closer than we were.

"Look out Danny!" I snap my attention back to my team mates just as a ball comes flying towards me face. I quickly catch it with my hand and toss it back to them.

"Sorry man!"

"It's cool."

They end of packing their stuff up quickly and make their way inside before the bell begins ringing for lunch to end. I stay outside for a few more minutes playing a game of Tetris on my phone before moving to get off the bleachers. As soon as my feet hit the grass and I'm standing on the field, I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I begin to regret not following Scott's advice to stay near someone at lunch. I spot in the distance some people lingering near the door ways, but I look and see that I am almost out of sight from them. I pay close attention to the sounds around me and hear footsteps approaching softly from my left.

I turn and see a man walking towards me, and he was smirking.

Peter.

I pull out my phone and quickly text Stiles while I slowly back up.

Lacrosse field. Peter.

"Asking for help?" Peter asks.

I don't respond to him and try to keep a distance between us.

"Oh. Don't worry, I won't hurt you," Peter says smugly. He stops walking and stops a few steps from me.

"What do you want?" I ask, trying to keep the shake out of my voice.

"I just wanted to officially introduce myself," Peter says innocently. "I'm Peter. Derek's uncle." he extends his hand towards me, but I only eye it and tighten my hold on my phone.

His hand drops and he frowns. "Oh, my bad. You probably know me as the uncle who killed his niece and placed this "curse" as Scott calls it, on him," he says and rolls his eyes.

"What do you want?" I repeat.

"Like I said before, I wanted to introduce myself. Jeez, does nobody listen nowadays?"

I narrow my eyes at him.

"Oh, Danny. Don't bother doing that. Your hearts beating a mile an hour." I straighten up a bit and continue to stay on guard.

"Leave me alone."

"Who said I was after anyone?"

It was my turn to roll my eyes at him. "We know it's been you following me around."

Peter smirks. "Hmm, you sure are smart." He doesn't get a chance to say anything else as I hear feet pounding at full speed towards us. I turn to see Scott, and Isaac coming, with Allison and Stiles not far behind.

"Nice talking to you. I must be going," Peter tells me before running off into the forest with Scott and Isaac hot on his heels.

"You okay?" Allison asks once she and Stiles arrive next to me.

"Yeah," my voice quivers a bit. "I'm fine." I notice Stiles eye me quickly and then he says, "What did he want?" he asks.

"He said he wanted to introduce himself," I respond. Stiles and Allison glance at each other confused before looking at me.

"That's all?" Allison questions in disbelief.

I nod.

"Seriously?" Stiles exclaims.

"Yeah, he didn't get much of a chance to say anything else." They nod at me and we make our way quickly across the field and towards the school. By the time we get inside most of the students were rushing into their classrooms before they would be late.

The rest of the day goes by quickly. Scott and Isaac returned shortly after. They didn't get into a fight with Peter, and reported that Peter kept on acting like he was up to nothing at all. I don't buy it though and I can tell that no one else does either.

There was no practice after school, so I found myself standing in Stiles' kitchen.

"Can you tell me again why you're snooping through you're dad's files?" I ask as I watch Stiles search through the many piles of papers that the Sheriff left on the kitchen table. I had chosen to stick near Stiles today since Peter approached me and had come over hang out with him and I had found him knee deep in his snooping.

"Because, I am trying to see if there has been any attacks recently. Maybe, Peter has attacked some poor innocent kid and we don't even know it."

"You really think that?" I ask.

"I don't know. But we need to start somewhere." Stiles continues going through the papers. The few I glanced at, despite knowing the reports were private, all were basic car accidents and robberies.

"Don't you think you're dad would have said something by now? You said he knows now, so he wouldn't keep you in the dark when it could be something beyond his control," I point out.

"Well yeah, but he's been kind of busy at the station lately. He's been stressed with Scott's dad still here and all."

"Oh. Well, I don't think there's anything here. These all seem to be normal situations. Nothing supernatural about them."

"Yeah, you're right," Stiles mumbles. I watch as he straightens up the papers to try and make it seem like they weren't being all read through. I take one look at Stiles and can tell he is becoming more annoyed by the minute.

"What are we going to do?" I ask.

"I don't know!" Stiles shouts.

I jump a bit in surprise at his tone. I've never really heard Stiles yell. Well, aside from when he's acting crazy and hyper, and not to mention jumpy.

"Okay, calm down," I say calmly.

"Ugh, sorry. This is just so frustrating!" Stiles exclaims. He slams his hands down on the desk and plops down in one of the kitchen chairs. I take a few slow steps towards him and sit down in the seat across from him.

"Have you found anything yet?" I ask, hoping to get Stiles to relax a bit.

"No, I haven't. We still have no idea when Peter is going to strike. We don't know if Derek is ever coming back. We don't know if Peter is going to kill us all. He could be outside right now, ready to attack and we're sitting around completely defenceless!"

"Okay what has gotten into you?" I ask. I was becoming a little frightened at the way he was acting. I've never seen Stiles this jumpy before.

"I don't like not knowing anything," Stiles explains. I smile sympathetically at him. The silence that was beginning to happen, is ruined as a knock sounds on the front door. I look up and so does Stiles. I follow as he gets up to answer the door. Another knock sounds. This person seems to be impatient.

"I'm coming," Stiles shouts. He gets to the door with me not far behind and opens it to reveal Scott standing there with an annoyed look on his face. I move further into sight and see that there was a man standing beside Scott, who I can take a guess and assume was Scott's father.

"Well, it's nice to see you Scott," Stiles comments. I see Scott's father smirk in response to Stiles. His father seemed rather dressed up, like he was here on business. He appeared to still be on the job, as he was wearing his suit and his badge. I take a further look and see that the top says F.B.I. My eyes widen in surprise, but I remain silent.

"What do you want?" Stiles asks Scott's dad.

"Is your father here?" he asks him.

"Nope. Don't you have eyes? Look in the drive way. Do you see his car?"

Agent McCall smirks again and seems to be biting his tongue. I glance at Scott and see that he's smiling appreciatively at Stiles.

"I couldn't be sure. I need to discuss work with him. I'm guessing he's at the station working then?"

"Yup."

"Okay then. I guess I'll be going."

"Fine bye." Stiles pulls Scott inside and practically slams the door in Agent McCall's face.

"Sorry, he insisted on dropping me off," Scott tells us.

"It's fine." Stiles waves his hand dismissively.

"Your dad's an F.B.I agent? How come no one ever knew?"

"I'm not really supposed to brag about it much. Not that it's really anything to brag about."

"I just think it's cool that both you're parents are into law enforcement and yet you both still seem to break the law quite a bit." Stiles and Scott grin at each other.

We head back into the kitchen as Stiles fills Scott in on what we were doing. Scott seems disappointed when we report that we had no luck.

I take a seat once again in the same seat I had just been occupying. Stiles reclaims his seat as well and Scott moves towards the fridge.

"Can I grab a drink?" Scott asks.

"Sure, grab me one too."

"Okay. Danny?" Scott looks towards me.

"Sure, thanks." Scott nods and grabs three sodas from the fridge. He hands us our sodas before taking the seat next to me.

"Have you guys had any luck?" I ask him curiously.

"No, Peter's been hiding pretty well, since lunch. We've managed to catch a few signs of him, but I think he has chosen to stay in hiding for now. We've been kind of splitting up into groups, well pairs, but still nothing."

I frown, disappointed with the news. I was hoping after the scare Peter had given me, that they would have found something out. They had texted Derek to let him know what had happened and by the sounds of it, Derek should be coming to help soon.

"Oh. I was honestly hoping for better," I say as I lean back a bit in the chair. "I know Ethan's told me that him and Aiden haven't had any luck when they've tried looking at times without you guys."

Right as I finish, I notice that Scott has sort of a smile on his face, while Stiles sort of has the same surprised look on his face. "What?" I ask.

"You didn't tell me that you and Ethan were back together," Stiles exclaims.

Scott grunts.

"Us. You didn't tell us that you and Ethan were back together," Stiles corrects.

"We're not back together, we are just friends," I correct Stiles.

"Riiight," Stiles says, and then smirks.

"What?"

"You and Ethan can not just be friends. It's like saying that Scott and Allison can just sit and be friends after everything they have been through."

"Hey! Allison and I are perfectly fine being friends," Scott defends.

I roll my eyes. I've seen the way that Scott still eyes Allison.

"Well, I have to admit that I'm impressed with how weird it actually hasn't been with you two in the same room together. But, I've seen the looks you've been given her, especially when she is around Isaac," Stiles replies.

"It's been hard," Scott mumbles.

"We know," I add in. "It's hard to even try to be friends. But, like you and Allison, I think that Ethan and I can be friends."

Stiles considers my words and nods his head in agreement. "But, for how long?" he asks me.

"I don't know," I admit. How long could Ethan and I try to be friends? It's been alright so far, but it's only been a few days since our talk at his apartment.

Scott and Stiles don't say anything in response. Stiles begins looking through the reports again. I don't bother to help because we've spent time already and found nothing.

"So, how long is your dad in town?" I turn to Scott and ask.

Scott takes a sip of his soda and then places it back on the table before he responds. "I'm not entirely sure. Luckily my mom hasn't been letting him stay in the house, but he's been around a bit, wanting to spend time with me and all."

"Oh. Have you guys done that?"

"A bit. I'm just angry with him and it's been hard to control my anger around him."

"So your parents got divorced and then your dad just left town?" I ask. Scott doesn't reply right away and it makes me feel like I've being nosey and intruding on his relationship with his father.

"You don't have to answer me if you don't want to," I add quickly.

"No, no. It's not you. I had seen him a bit after the divorce, but with his job it was hard. After a while he just up and left to focus on his job and never really kept in contact with me."

"That must have sucked," I reply. I didn't really know what to say. My parents have a good relationship from what I can tell and I've never experienced having a single parent. I don't know what it is like to have a parent just up and leave and not have any contact with their children.

"Yeah. But, my mom and I survived," Scott says confidently.

I smile in agreement. I look towards Stiles for a moment and see that he is still nose deep in the papers. I shake my head at his lack of privacy for his dad's work and take a long drink from my soda. I just manage to swallow and set the can back on the table when Stiles yells.

"I found something!"

"What?" Scott leans forward to look at the report that Stiles places down in the middle of the table for the three of us to see.

"This report. It says that a couple had been target when they were out near the forest."

"Okay? But what does that prove that Peter is creating some sort of plan?"

"See these marks on the body," Stiles points to the girl in the photo. "She has the same exact marks that Lydia had on her right when I had gotten to her after Peter attacked her.

Scott's eyes widen. "Did she survive?" he asks before I could.

"No. It says here in the report that both her and then guy died on the way to the hospital in the ambulance."

"What could it mean though?" I ask them. They both exchange a look and then look at me.

"It's a sign," Stiles says grimly.

"How so?" I ask.

"It's too much of a coincidence that these marks are similar to Lydia's."

"Wouldn't Peter want to stay hidden longer though?"

"You don't know Peter. By doing this, he wants us to know he has a plan," Scott states. I lean back again in my seat and sigh. It wasn't much, but now that we had something, this whole thing seems to be leading up to some big reveal. Scott seems to have the same thought and out of the corner of my eyes I see him lean forward more and rests his head and arms on the table. Stiles quickly takes photos of the reports.

"For reference if we need it," Stiles explains when he catches me eyeing him curiously.

"Couldn't you just ask your dad to see it if we needed to?"

"Well yeah, but these will be back at his office probably by tomorrow and we're not taking chances of anyone else seeing us looking through the reports."

I nod my head. That plan does sound a lot safer and less risky. As I finish off my last sip of the soda, the doorbell rings. Scott shoots his head up and I try to hide a laugh at the movement. Scott doesn't acknowledge my laugh though as he seems to be focused on the front door. Stiles moves to answer it.

"It better not be your dad again," Stiles mumbles. I was actually kind of hoping it wasn't Scott's dad again either. The man didn't seem to be that friendly.

Scott stays where he is seated and I can tell he is listening in on Stiles. I hear the front door open and then Stiles say, with a surprised tone.

"Jackson?"


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