Disclaimer; I do not own anything you recognize or associate with Teen Wolf, but the plot changes and Oriana are MINE!
Chrissytomas ; Oh she'll be getting plenty of love in season 2 ;)
WickedlyMinx ; Haha I love that! Thank you so much for reviewing and just letting you know; be ready for season 2. StORI smut...is happening.
PorcelainPuppetLady ; Sorry for messing with your feels...nah, not really * Stiles' cheeky wink *
resinswhy ; After some deliberation I decided that I agreed with you. Stiles did get off kind of easily. Therefore...read on.
Emmettluver2010 ; StORI is not on quite yet. It all starts properly in season 2 ;) Also, I might be throwing in some Allison/Oriana tension in the next chapter. Be sure to check out the A/N at the bottom and vote on that!
msspicyjalapeno ; Aww thankyou, I am glad the analogy made sense lol
GhostlySights ; I'm so happy there's so many people who got the analogy lol Thank you so much fr reviewing! Have a Stiles wink! ;)
PrincessxXxDarkness ; Your review literally made my day! I'm so happy and grateful for your kind words. Oriana is already like a real person to me and the fact that you can see her that way too makes me feel like I'm doing something right.
Guest ; Thank you for reviewing and letting me know you like my writing. It can get a bit daunting; putting your creation on the internet for people to study and criticize and It's always nice to get feedback. Luckily I haven't had much, if any, bad feedback for this fic though. I hope you like this chapter!
Designation CrimsonSong ; Is it really bad that I'm happy that I made you cry? But really, thankyou so much for your review. I'm glad you liked the chapter haha Oriana is a life-hardened character but she's still human (you know what I mean) and she's going to get emotional sometimes and Stiles is the person that she feels like she can be vulnerable around. Hope you like this chapter!
TheQueenofGoodbyes ; Thank you so much for sticking with me and for reviewing. Your review meant so much to me and I'm happy that you love my OC and story because I created them for people to love. By the way I've been listening to SWS all day so thankyou also for introducing me. And the song you mentioned...See below ;P
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BrySt1 ; Yes! The analogy was understandable haha I was genuinely worried. StORI forever!
So TheQueenofGoodbyes mentioned how this song made her think of the last chapter, so I listened to it and I totally agree. So check it out and see what you think ; Sleeping With Sirens - James Dean and Audrey Hepburn (Acoustic Version). I'm also loving SWS's cover of Iris for Oriana and Stiles theme song. Huh? huh?!
Okay, this is a long one guys, with lots of off-script original scenes so get cosy and enjoy!
Chapter 13 - Wolf's Bane
"I thought you said that everything was good between you two?"
Scott and Stiles got out of the jeep and slung their backpacks over their shoulders.
"I thought it was!" Stiles insisted as they started toward the entrance of the school.
"So what happened?"
"She finally believes that I like her but she doesn't believe that I don't like Lydia anymore."
"Do you?"
"I don't know!" Stiles cried flapping his hands about in frustration. He glared at Oriana's parked car as they walked past.
Oriana had woken before him that day and had left the house before he could catch her. She wasn't exactly ignoring or avoiding him; they'd hung out around the house the last few days, watching movies and cooking together (well he cooked, she burned stuff). But there was always this distance. She was determined to keep him at arms length - romantically - until he could have some 'space to think'. Oriana was convinced that Stiles needed to seriously think about what, or rather who, he wanted before they went further in their...whatever it was.
She had told him that she understood that Lydia had came first, and that he had had deep feeling for the girl for over a decade and that those feelings wouldn't disappear overnight. But she also, now, understood that Stiles seriously liked her as well. Despite Stiles' insistence that he was over the redhead and wanted to make things work with her, Oriana had told him that until he was 150% sure that he had no romantic feelings toward Lydia there would be no StORI; as Scott had affectionately dubbed them.
She did, however, concede that it was perfectly normal and acceptable for him to think Lydia was hot while not feeling any romantic attachment to her. She herself admitted how attractive she found the redhead and then proceed - to Stiles' chagrin - to list all of the people she 'pants over' (her words). It was a long list. It included male and female names, celebrities and muggles (again, her words. He was quite upset that she had taken more to that fandom then Star Wars). Some were names that he didn't recognize and some that he did. He would not admit to anyone that he had flown into a jealous rage over Isaac Lahey, that quiet kid from the lacrosse team.
Oriana had understood all that, but refused to be part of a 'cheesy love-triangle'. She had slapped him upside the head when he had jokingly called her Jacob. Because, apparently, only werewolves were aloud to make werewolf jokes.
"You don't know?" Scott asked with his patented confused puppy look, popping him out of his thoughts.
Stiles opened the doors to the school and entered with Scott close behind. "I mean, I think I'll always like Lydia. She was my first crush, ya'know? But after the whole full moon thing the other day, I realized that I like Oriana more then I ever liked Lydia. It's different. She just gets me. I want to be with Oriana." He confided confidently. "I want to do the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing, ya'know?" He shrugged, stopping in front of his locker.
Scott laughed, opening his own locker. "Boyfriend/girlfriend thing? How are you gonna' ask her? write her a note in chemistry, 'Will you be my girlfriend? Yes or No.'"
Stiles glared at his hysterically laughing friend. "No. Harris would make me read it out if he caught me. Talk about embarrassing."
Scott rolled his eyes. And he was the dumb one.
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Oriana set a bowl of fries in front of John who gave her a wide grin. He was reaching to grab a handful when Stiles came out of nowhere and slapped the back of his hand. His whisky eyes gave them both a stern look as he moved the bowl towards the other end of the table, between his and Oriana's plates, and replaced it with a bowl of salad.
Oriana bit her lip to stifle her chuckles when she caught John's death stare fixed on the crispy greens.
"Chicken?" Oriana offered setting the other place she was holding, down in the middle of the table.
The sheriff grumbled but snatched a couple of chicken legs from the plate all the while giving his son hateful glances. Stiles responded in kind; by shoveling a few fries into his grinning mouth. Oriana and Stiles sat at the round table either side of John.
"This chicken's really good Oriana." John complemented.
Oriana opened her mouth to thank him but Stiles' loud scoff interrupted her. She turned her trademark quirked eyebrow to him.
"Oriana...cooking. Good one dad." Stiles laughed, his eyes transfixed on his hands as they pilled food onto his plate.
"Hey." She protested. "I made the chicken!"
"No, Ori." Stiles told her like a patient kindergarten teacher. "You put the tray of chicken in the oven when I asked you to."
"I turned on the heat!"
"You forgot to turn the oven on."
John Stilinski watched the two teens argue with a fond smile, wondering when his son was finally going to grow some balls and get the girl.
The loud ringing of the telephone interrupted their banter. John frowned and pulled his cell phone from his pocket.
"Stilinski...yeah...tonight?...where?...again?...okay, I'll meet you there. Send all available units. I want this guy caught." John spoke in his Sheriff voice.
Oriana and Stiles exchanged looks.
John hung up the phone and stood up quickly. "I've got to go, kids."
They followed him into the hallway and watched him pull on his sheriff's jacket.
"It's Derek isn't it?" Oriana asked quietly. The Stilinski men both looked at her speechlessly. John nodded after a moment of hesitation, a conflicted look stretched across his face.
"I'm sorry, Oriana, but this is my job."
She nodded her head in reluctant understanding. He didn't understand the whole story and it's not like he would be able to catch her cousin anyway. Still, she felt a little betrayed when the kind man who had taken her in on such short notice left the house with the intent on arresting her brother for murder.
Oriana watched the door close behind the Sheriff while Stiles watched her. Her own cell phone began ringing in her pocket. She quickly pulled it out and answered without checking the caller id.
"What?" She snapped.
"I need you to get over to the warehouse estate we chased the alpha to the other week. Now. Get the camero from the house and get here as fast as you can. The Argents will be here soon and I need them to think you're me."
"Derek?"
"Now." Dial tone.
She looked at the phone in her hand. "Really?!" She growled but quickly put on her jacket and started for the front door.
"Whoa, where are you going?! Was that Derek?" Stiles called after her.
"I've got to go do something."
Stiles hand stopped hers as she grabbed the door knob. He met her eyes.
"I'm coming with you."
"No you're not." Her nose wrinkled in protest.
"Yeah, I am."
"It's too dangerous."
"I laugh in the face of danger. Ha ha ha." He laughed sarcastically. She glared.
"No."
"Yes."
She growled lowly at him and flashed her blue eyes. He didn't so much as flinch. She didn't have time for this.
"Fine. We need to go pick up Derek's Camero from my house."
Stiles nodded silently and grabbed the keys to his jeep on the way out of the door. When the jeep turned right at the end of the road Oriana looked at him in confusion.
"Where are you going? It's the other way."
"We're getting Scott." He said simply.
She groaned.
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Oriana turned the wheel sharply to the left causing both boys to yell in surprise. She checked the rear-view mirror and swore under her breath.
"Look out!"
She turned the wheel to the right just in time to swerve around the lamppost. Who put that there?
"Are you sure you should be driving?" Scott asked nervously.
"I'm a terrific driver." She grumbled, turning another tight corner.
"How long have you been driving exactly?" Stiles chimed in weakly, holding the safely handle on the inside of the passenger door for dear life.
"'Bout three months." She shrugged carelessly.
"Three months!" They shouted together.
"Maybe I should..." Scott offered.
"No one drives Cammie but me and Derek." The raven haired girl spoke. "And I'm only allowed to drive in emergencies."
"Cammie?" Stiles asked with a teasing grin.
She rolled her eyes. "Roscoe?" She retorted in a flash.
He blushed.
"Faster?" She asked, not wanting to risk glancing into the rear-view again at such high speeds. She did have a human on board after all.
Scott looked over his shoulder at the nearing headlights, from the backseat. He gulped. "Much faster."
Her foot practically slammed down on the gas, hurling them all back into their seats as they sped off.
"Okay, maybe not that fast!" Scott shouted.
Stiles turned to his surprisingly cowardly wolf friend. "Scott, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here."
"If she goes faster, she'll kill us." Scott argued.
"Well, if she doesn't go faster, they're gonna kill us!" Stiles argues back sticking up for his love interest which, by the small smirk she flashed him, was appreciated.
Scott and Stiles kept looking out of the back window. Suddenly the headlights chasing them turned left and disappeared from view.
"They're gone." Stiles said, and he pulled the police radio from his pocket.
The Sheriff's voice came through. "All units, suspect is on foot heading into the Iron Works."
Oriana turned sharply at the next left. A low thud came from the backseat. "Ow!" Scott cried, holding the back of his head.
"Oops." She smirked un-apologetically.
When they arrived they saw Derek huddled behind a fork-lift avoiding the bullets that Chris Argent was shooting at him from the iron catwalk above.
The car screeched to a halt.
"Get in." Stiles opened the door before flopping into the backseat beside Scott to make room for Derek who quickly entered the car. Oriana was driving away before Derek even had the door shut, bullets following in their wake.
"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Oriana growled at her cousin as she drove away as fast as she could.
Derek punched the dashboard angrily. "Damn it, I had him!"
"Who, the Alpha?" Stiles asked from the backseat.
"Why are they here?" Derek asked his little cousin, ignoring Stiles' question.
"They invited themselves." She shrugged. "What I want to know is why I haven't heard from you all week?"
"You're living with the Sheriff right now, I couldn't risk it." Identical mint eyes turned to give Scott the chilling Hale stare. The teen wolf winced.
"So were you chasing the alpha or not?" Stiles asked again, impatiently.
"Yes! He was right in front of me, and the friggin' police showed up."
Stiles stuck his head in between the front seats to scold Derek. "Whoa, hey, they're just doing their jobs - "
Derek shut him up with his patented death glare.
"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state." He spat catching Scott's eye. Oriana nodded in agreement.
Scott cringed. "Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."
"All right!" Stiles waved his arms about crazily, almost smacking Scott in the face. "How did you find him?"
Derek looked at him for a second and then turned away with a shake of his head.
Scott huffed from the backseat. "Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?"
"Yeah, both of us." Stiles interjected, his head between the chairs again to stare at Derek. Derek's only reaction was to continue watching him with his 'Go die' eyes. "Or just him. I'll be back here." Stiles finished, finally sitting back in his seat behind Oriana.
Derek looked over at Oriana with deliberation, asking her if they could be trusted. She tilted her chin up slightly and he sighed heavily.
"Look the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out."
Oriana glanced at him in surprise as this was the first time she'd heard of this. He continued.
"She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."
Stile's head blocked her view of her cousin as he, once again, popped it between the seats.
"Our chemistry teacher?"
"Why him?" Scott asked.
Derek shook his head in frustration. "I don't know yet."
"What's the second?" Oriana chimed in.
Derek reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. "Some kind of symbol." He unfolded the paper and showed them the sketch. The teens all looked at the sketch with recognition. "What? You know what this is?"
Scott answered in a resigned tone of voice. "I've seen it on a necklace...Allison's necklace."
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"This is gonna be impossible, you know." Scott complained, holding the door open for Stiles to enter after him.
"Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?" Stiles suggested easily.
"How?"
His friend shrugged. "It's easy. You just say, 'Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it...or in it that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you?'" Stiles finished with a cheeky grin.
Scott groaned "You're not helping."
"Why don't you just talk to her."
"She won't talk to me. What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?"
"That's why you ease - " Stiles stopped in the middle of the semi-empty school hallway, tightening his grip on his backpack that also held his lacrosse stick.
"That's why you ease back into it, okay? Get back on the good side, remind her of the good times. And then you ask for the necklace." He spotted Scott's wistful smile and slapped his chest sharply. "You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you?"
Scott looked down in defeat. "Yeah. Why can't you just get Oriana to ask her to borrow it?" He whined.
Stiles narrowed his eyes at his friend and replied defensively. "Because Allison hasn't talked to Oriana since the night at the school; She and Lydia have been treating her like a social pariah. So I'm not going to ask her to do that, okay? Allison wouldn't give it to her anyway."
Scott nodded understandingly and gave his friend a sorry smile.
"All right, stay focused, okay? Get the necklace, get the Alpha, get cured, get Allison. In that order. Got it?"
Stiles left Scott standing in the middle of the hallway with a lost puppy look.
"Get the necklace." Scott muttered to himself.
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"Oriana?"
The raven haired girl in question looked up to see Mrs. McCall standing in front of her with a concerned face. Mama McCall looked a lot like her son. They shared the same kind brown eyes, dark hair and tanned complexion. Her friend's mother was wearing blue scrubs with a light floral print scrub-like coat. Having only met the kind woman once at a lacrosse game she was surprised that she had remembered her name.
"Hi, Mrs. McCall." She smiled half-heartedly, wanting to give a good impression on her friend's mother (Scott was one of the very few she'd ever had, and she didn't exactly meet their parents. Not under good circumstances anyway, she thought, considering John and Allison's dad), but not feeling quite up to it.
"Call me Melissa. Are you okay, sweetie? Are you hurt or sick?" Melissa asked worriedly.
"No, no, nothing like that. I'm just...visiting." She assured.
"Visiting?"
Her pale green orbs trailed up to the closed door opposite of the row of chairs she was sitting on in the deserted hallway. Melissa's warm eyes followed hers and caught sight of the name on the patient folder outside of the room. Hale, Peter.
Melissa sucked in a breath, suddenly remembering Scott mentioning his new friend's last name and explaining to her why the new girl was staying with the Stilinski's for a while.
She looked back to the young girl sitting in the uncomfortable waiting chair. Oriana Hale was a pretty girl, she remembered from the first time she'd met her at her son's lacrosse game, but it was dark then and bright hospital lights gave her a better view of the girl. Yes, a very pretty girl. With a petite but healthy looking hourglass shaped body, long loose inky curls and olive toned creamy skin. She had high cheekbones, a narrow nose, thick rosy lips, a sharp jaw and dark arched eyebrows. Her wide green eyes were so pale and bright they were almost like green tinted ice.
Any other teenage girl that looked this would almost surely be vain, shallow and entitled. However, while Oriana seemed to feel comfortable in her own skin and knowledgeable of her pretty looks, she didn't seem the usual pretty teenager.
There was an aged look to the girl; as if she was much older then her physical years. It was as if the girl had seen and been through much pain and struggle in her short life and Melissa, knowing only a small bit about the girl's history, knew this to be true.
The girl had seemed a bit standoffish and hard when she'd first met her - which was perfectly justifiable due to her past - but there was a shy and almost innocent feel about her also. Plus, Melissa had only heard good things about the young girl since she'd arrived to town. Scott saw her as a new best friend, second only to Stiles, and the Stilinski men both seemed quite taken with her too. Stiles had himself a crush, and John was quickly seeing her as the daughter he'd never had. Melissa was eager to get to know the girl aswell.
"Have you been in yet?" Melissa finally asked her, sitting on the seat next to her, watching her reactions. The girl seemed to be lost in thought as she stared at the closed door in front of her, her hands tightly clasped in her jean-clad lap.
Oriana shook her head. "I...I don't know what to..."
"Have you ever visited before?" Melissa asked her gently, unjudgingly. Though she'd never seen him, she knew that Peter Hale had been in that very room for years now, catatonic. It had been six years since the Hale fire and he'd been in that room nearly the whole time.
Oriana swallowed thickly and shook her head slowly, guilt weighing heavily in her stomach.
"And he's your...?"
"Dad." Oriana whispered. "He's my dad."
Melissa gaped at the young girl. Well that, she didn't know. She knew the girl was an orphan due to the Sheriff having taken her in because her guardian - Derek Hale - was a fugitive. She had just assumed that the girl's parents had died in the fire six years ago, or that they had died in other circumstances which caused Derek to be her only guardian left.
"And you've never...?" Melissa asked, shocked.
Oriana shook her head again. She hadn't even known he was alive until Derek and Laura had found her, and even then she didn't live near enough to visit. And then when she and Derek had moved back to Beacon Hills, she'd always meant to come but something always stopped her.
She was never close to her dad. Hell, she'd never called him dad. He hadn't liked it. It was only natural, she guessed, considering he only found out about her when her mother was dumping her on his doorstep at nine years old. He was young and, let's be honest, far from father material. But he was her dad. And she hadn't wanted to see him like he was now; Unresponsive and empty. Derek had told her of his scars, much like hers, except his were more severe and covered half of his face. She knew that he'd never really wanted her but sitting there not even being able to look her was something else entirely.
She'd had this vision in her head for as long as she could remember of what her father would be like, and once she'd finally met him he hadn't met any of her expectations. From his looks, to his personality and most importantly his love her her. She'd always dreamed about him rescuing her from her mother, and while it didn't quite work out that way she was eventually left living with him and free of that wretched woman. She'd finally gotten family that loved her, Peter excluded, but that had only lasted a year before it was gone again, leading her into the system. She wasn't sure if, all things included, she would have been best just staying with her mother. But then she remembered her cherished memories with Aunt Talia, Cora, Laura and all of her other family. She remembered Derek. If nothing else she had him. And if her mother hadn't have brought her to Peter she never would have these few precious memories. Or Derek. So in a round-about way she guessed that Peter did save her from her mother. But that wasn't the only time he'd saved her.
As un-receptive as he had always been to her, at the end of the day she was his only daughter. His only child. And he had shown that paternal instinct only once in, what she had thought for five years was, his last moments. She still had vivid nightmares of the fire. From Kate's evil smirk to the initial spark. The heat, the smoke, the screaming, the pain. And her dad as he tugged and ripped at the bars of the basement until one had come loose, a gap just small enough for her tiny body, his face as he smiled reassuringly before he kissed her forehead and pushed her through the gap telling her to run. She'd never told anyone how she'd escaped the fire, not even Derek.
Oriana had never visited her father in hospital because she felt guilty. That he had saved her at the risk of losing his own life, or in the eventual case; his sanity.
She gave a giant exhale and stood up.
"Do you want me to come in with you?" Melissa asked genuinely.
Oriana managed a small smile. "Thank you, Melissa, but no. I have to do this on my own."
Melissa gave her a proud, motherly, smile and squeezed her arm before returning on her way to the front desk.
When she was alone once more in the hallway, Oriana stepped forward and raised a determined hand to grab the door handle and with a deep breath she opened the door.
Oriana walked into the room cautiously, looking around for Peter.
The hospital room was large and private. The old Hale money was certainly being used in a beneficial way here. There was even a large window in the left end wall of the rectangular room. And sitting in front of the view of Beacon Hills Preserve was a male in a wheelchair. She held her breath as she walked towards him. He didn't respond at all, whether it was because he couldn't hear or or he couldn't move she didn't know.
She watched the back of his brown haired head as she inched closer, eventually walking around him and settling in the chair to the left of the window, just in his line of sight, though he didn't look at her.
They didn't look much alike. Despite her having the Hale family combination of dark hair and light eyes, he had a lighter brown hair coloring and blue eyes. Other then that she took more after her mother, but the similarities were there. She had his strong cheekbones and face shape. She felt her nose and eyes tingle as she took in her father's features. He looked just like she remembered. Just a few years older with slightly longer hair but a lot was missing on the right side, where a large scar now resided, taking up the whole right side of his face. The large scar itself was familiar to her. She had practically the same one all up the left side of her body. The bumpy and puckered skin was shiny and pinkish, looking hard to the touch. She felt closer to her father then ever before, as if they connected on a deeper level now. Obviously she was older and more mature but the reality now was that they were both scarred.
"Hi, Peter." She whispered, feeling a bit silly when his blue eyes didn't so much as twitch in her direction. He stared out of the window unseeingly and kind of creepily. He didn't even look like he was breathing. He looked like one of those wax models at a museum.
"I, uh...I don't know if you remember me, or if you can even hear me but I'm, um...I'm Oriana Hale. Your daughter."
They sat in silence for a few minutes. Eventually she decided to take off her jacket as it was quite warm in the room as it was without her feeling all nervous and sweaty. She was wearing a flowy blue tank top so the scar on her left arm was visible. She never had her scars out in public but she felt somewhat comfortable having it out here. For one because it was just the two of them in the room, but also because he had the same scar, so she didn't feel like the odd one out here. It linked them in a way. Not that he would notice.
She let her fingers trace the tough skin on her arm, speaking absently. "I know what it's like. Kinda." She shrugged apologetically as she nodded to his wheelchair to signify his current condition. "I mean with the scars. Burns. Whatever. I have them too. All down my left side." She gestured with her hand. "I have more scars too though. On my back. But you already knew that; I've had them since I was little, since I first met you."
Another silent pause. "I'm sorry it took so long for me to visit. A lot of stuff happened after the fire. I don't know if Derek told you but basically I thought everyone was gone and just ran through the forest for days. I eventually collapsed somewhere and was brought to hospital and treated. I went into foster care then." She purposely skimmed over this. "I was in and out of places until I was almost sixteen when I ran away and lived on the streets for a while in Boston. I was arrested for stealing when Derek and Laura saw my name in the paper they came and found me. We've been together ever since. Well, until...Laura died. But it's been pretty busy around Beacon Hills since we came back..."
She spoke for nearly an hour filling him in on the alpha and her new friends, and everything in between, feeling like a normal teenager just ranting about life to her father. But then she looked at his unresponsive face and realized that she was not normal. She's never be normal.
"What are you doing in here?"
She jumped and looked up at the stern looking redheaded nurse in the doorway.
"I'm visiting. What are you doing?" She snapped, pulling her jacket back on, suddenly all too aware of her exposed scar.
"I'm Mr. Hale's nurse, and I didn't authorize any visitors today." She crossed her arms with a stuffy air of finality.
Oriana raised a challenging brow. "I didn't think I needed an appointment to visit my dad."
The woman's eyes widened as she looked between the young girl and her patient.
"Wha-?"
"If you'll give me a minute to say goodbye. I have to get to school anyway." She rudely dismissed the nurse.
She nodded stiffly and left the room again. Oriana huffed once they were alone again.
"Well she seems fun." She snarked.
For a second she could have sworn she saw the corner of Peter's lip quirk.
"I really do have to go to school. I'd just skip but I'm living with the Sheriff for now, and he wouldn't like it."
She stood up and looked around the room again before settling her eyes on her father.
"By the way...thank you." She whispered. "For saving me that night. I know you never really...wanted me, and I was annoying and clingy and...you could have just left me...you could have used the time to find a way out yourself out. But instead you saved me. Thank you, Peter." She leaned around and pressed a kiss to his scarred cheek.
"I'll visit again soon." She promised and left the room feeling a hundred pounds lighter then when she'd arrived. She waved to Melissa on her way out and caught sight of Jackson exiting the hospital but by the time she herself had made it out of the exit he was long gone. She went to her car, ready to start school for the day and looking forward to seeing Stiles.
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Oriana arrived at school just after first period so the hallways were full of kids exchanging their books at lockers and gossiping before their next class.
She ignored the looks she was getting from fellow students as she passed. The looks that screamed 'Ahh! Serial killer!', that she had been getting for a week now. She was passing the boy's lockers when she saw Jackson cornering Scott at his.
"I know what you are, McCall."
"Wh - what?"
She frowned and made her way over slowly.
"I know what you are." Jackson's smug smirk was evident in his voice, though she could only see the back of his head.
"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about." Scott replied, way too nervous and panicky to be the truth.
Oriana rolled her eyes. We have got to work on this kids lying skills if he's 'gonna be a supernatural creature in a town full of muggles, she thought to herself.
"Yeah - Yeah, you do. And here's the thing. However it is you came to be what you are, you're gonna get it for me too."
Scott frowned. "Get what for you?"
Jackson shrugged carelessly. "Whatever it is. A bite, a scratch. Sniffing magic fairy dust under the moonlight - I don't care. You're gonna get it for me, or, uh -" He forcibly turned Scott's chin in the opposite direction. She looked over to see Allison laughing with some girl, holding her books to her chest and smiling prettily. "She's gonna find out about it too." Jackass finished, smiling pleasantly the whole time.
He turned around to leave with a smug smile but stopped in his tracks just before he bumped into Oriana who was standing right behind him.
She smiled widely, showing off her pearly white canines. Jackson startled, his arrogant face dissolving.
"I'll bite you, if you want." She offered sweetly with a largely contradicting feral grin.
Jackson gulped and backed away slightly.
"No?" She pouted. "Shame. Well, come find me if you change your mind. Preferably on a full moon. I can get quite...insatiable." She looked at him from under her lashes in a dangerously seductive manor. "Some might say ravenous."
He practically fell in an effort to get away. Oriana and Scott watched him speed walk around the corner.
"That was kinda cruel." Scott smiled.
She shrugged.
"Lets go find Stiles." He said, rushing off to find his friend, leaving her to follow.
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"How the hell did he find out?" Stiles asked in exasperation as they came in from the school courtyard.
"I have no idea." Scott answered.
"Did he say it out loud - the word?"
"What word?" Scott asked stupidly.
"Werewolf." Stiles hissed, looking around to see if anyone noticed. "Did he say, "I know you're a werewolf"?"
"No, but he implied it pretty fucking clearly." Oriana supplied with an eye roll.
"Okay, maybe it's not as bad as it seems. 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 whisper/yelled.
Stiles nodded in consideration. "Okay, it's bad."
"We could just kill him." Oriana suggested helpfully, but was only given a firm look by the boys before they continued talking like she hadn't said anything.
"I need a cure. Right now."
"Does he know about Allison's father?"
"I don't know."
Stiles stopped them and looked at Oriana. "Okay, where's Derek?"
"Hiding, like we told him to. Why?"
"I have another idea. It's gonna take a little time and finesse, though." He told them.
"You guys have that game tonight. It's quarterfinals. And it's your first game." She warned.
Stiles rolled his neck tensely and nodded. "I know, I know. Look, do you have a plan for Allison yet?" He asked Scott.
"She's in my next class." He said glumly.
Stiles pointed a stern finger at him. "Get the necklace.
Stiles then proceeded to drag Oriana away by the arm.
"So where he hell have you been today? Isn't skipping first period going a little too far when trying to avoid me?" He asked her as they walked toward their shared English class.
"I haven't been avoiding you." She denied.
He gave her a judgy look that strongly resembled hers, eyebrow and all.
"I was visiting Peter." She confided lowly. She'd sworn to herself to be more honest and open with Stiles if she wanted him to chose her.
His eyes widened. "Your...you mean in the - your - "
"I was visiting my father in the hospital, yes." She finished.
Before she knew what was happening she was pulled into his firm chest, his arms locking her against him. Almost instantly she relaxed into his hold, feeling completely safe and content.
"You okay?" He whispered into her hair.
She nodded, her forehead pressed into the crook of his neck. "It was the first time I'd seen him since..." She sniffed.
"Hey, hey, shhh." He soothed, rubbing gentle circled into her leather clad back, as she grasped the front of his open blue plaid shirt tightly in both hands, pulling herself closer to him.
They stood for a while in their own little bubble, ignorant to the stares and whispers going on around them.
"No PDA in the hallways." A dull voice suddenly popped their happy bubble. "Now get to class or you'll both be in detention."
Oriana wrenched her face from Stiles' chest and glared fiercely at the random female teacher, her hands tightening on his shirt.
"Now."
She felt her fists tremble, her claws aching to slide out. Stiles must have known this and quickly grabbed both of her fists between his own large hands.
"We're going, we're going." He told the woman with a dirty look. He wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders and steered her down the rest of the hall and into their English class which was already half-full.
Stiles sat in the desk next to Oriana's at the back of the class and instinctively scooted his desk closer to her, ignoring the teachers disapproving stare, just to stay close to her. He flushed when he caught the beaming smile and happy shining eyes that Oriana directed his way.
She didn't doubt that he'd be an amazing boyfriend when he finally got the courage to ask.
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Oriana and Stiles found Scott sitting with a miserable face in the middle of the cafeteria. Stiles sat next to him while Oriana took the seat opposite him. As soon as Oriana sat down the few other people at the table scattered. The boys gave her a pitying look but she just shrugged, the talk they were about to have didn't need witnesses anyway.
"Did you get her to give you the necklace?" Stiles asked Scott.
"Not exactly." Scott sighed.
"Ah. What happened?"
"She told me not to talk to her." He told them as Stiles took a big bite of fried chicken. "At all."
Stiles nodded his head in deliberation before asking with his mouth full, "So she's not giving you the neckla - "
"She's not giving me the necklace!" Scott slapped his hand on the table. Oriana watched them while eating.
"Well, did you find anything else out?"
"Just that I know nothing about girls, and that they're totally psychotic." Scott told him with great annoyance.
"Hey!" Oriana cried, her mouth full with mac and cheese. Scott gave her a look that clearly said 'Yeah, I'm not taking that back'.
Stiles interrupted their glaring competition, "Okay, I came up with a plan "B" just in case anything like this happened."
"What's plan "B"?" Scott asked pulling his eyes from a glowering Oriana.
"Just steal the stupid thing." Stiles said simply, shoveling the rest of his fried chicken into his mouth.
Scott winced. "Couldn't we try at least getting to Harris?"
"And torturing him for answers." Oriana added. They still hadn't figured out why Laura had been looking for Mr. Harris but Oriana swore that if he had anything to do with the alpha, the fire or Laura's death then she would show Harris his own black heart.
Stiles gave her an amused look.
"My dad put him on a 24 - hour protective detail, okay? The necklace is all we got. Steal it. Thank you." Stiles told them with finality and Oriana nodded in agreement. It was the easiest and most logical solution. She had offered to do it last night but Scott had insisted that he could get it without resorting to stealing from his ex-girlfriend.
Oriana looked up to see Scott looking her way with wide eyes.
"I know I look amazing today, Scott, but would you mind keeping the staring to a minimum?"
Stiles's head whipped up to look at his best friend incredulously. "Seriously?" He asked in monotone, his jealousy rearing it's ugly head.
Who could blame him though? Look at the girl. She got a few appreciative looks a day, even since the whole Derek/murderer thing, and he was...so not in her league. But also because Scott had told him that he'd kissed Oriana already and even though Oriana herself had later told him that it was a lie (he'd never been so happy in his life), he still had the image of the two together in his mind. He felt like Ron. He winced. Damn Oriana, He thought, now I'm doing it.
Scott ignored them and started shifting nervously in his chair, he subtly nodded across the cafeteria.
"Guys, he's watching us." He whispered through tight lips.
They both looked over, Oriana turning her head, to see Jackson a few tables away sitting sideways on the bench, his eyes and arrogant smirk focused on them.
"Don't look." Scott hissed at them. "Act normal."
Apparently, normal for the two teen boys was awkwardly looking down at their trays of food silently with hunched shoulders and a steeled spine. Oriana rolled her eyes and took another bite of her cheesy pasta.
Scott flinched at the loud and sudden sound of an apple being bitten into but Oriana had more control.
"Scott - " Jackson spoke in a low but clear voice. "You can hear me? You can, can't you?"
Oriana closed her eyes in exasperation when Scott showed obvious signs of hearing the other jock.
"What's wrong?" Stiles asked them worriedly.
Scott looked at him with wide panicked eyes. "Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him."
Stiles looked over at Jackson in shock.
"Look at me!" Scott hissed warningly. Stiles did so quickly. "Just talk to me. Act normal. Pretend that nothing's happening."
Stiles looked at him speechlessly.
"Are you trying to pretend not to hear me?" Jackson asked.
"Say something. Talk to me!"
Stiles waved his hands around urgently. "I can't think of anything. My mind's a complete blank."
"Your mind's blank? You can't think of something to say?" Oriana asked disbelievingly.
"Not under this kind of pressure. FYI, he's not even sitting with them anymore." He nodded at the table that once sat Jackson.
"Where the hell is he?" Scott asked looking frantically around the cafeteria.
"Looking for me, McCall? I'm right here. So what else can you do? Huh? Can you see better? Are you stronger, more powerful?"
"Ignore him, Scott." Oriana whispered, but went unheard as Scott focused on Jackson's words. Stiles looked at her with confused concern. She waved him off, keeping a close eye on Scott's reactions.
"No, I knew there was no way you suddenly got that good at lacrosse. Which means you're actually a cheater, aren't you? I mean, can you even play lacrosse?"
"Yes."
Oriana sighed in defeat when he answered Jackass's question. There was no way now of denying the jock's claims that Scott had super hearing.
"I'll bet my new co - captain's gonna score a bunch of shots tonight, aren't you?"
Scott's hand started to shake as it held his water bottle as he glared at the table.
"Scott..." She shook her head, again going unnoticed.
"And while you're pretending you're not a lying cheat, I'm gonna ruin your life if you don't give me what I want. And you know what I'm gonna start with? Her."
Scott looked over at laughing Allison and raised his shaking water bottle to his mouth.
"I'm gonna destroy any chance you'll ever have with her. And when I'm done with that, I'm gonna get her all alone, and I'm gonna get my hands all over that tight little body."
"Scott, come on, you can't let him do this. You can't let him have this kind of power over you. Okay?" Stiles tried to gain his friend's attention but did little better then Oriana.
His hands gripped his plastic tray and it was shaking between his trembling hands. Oriana and Stiles exchanged an uneasy glance.
"I'm gonna do everything you never got the chance to do, and, Scott, she's gonna beg for more. I'll bet she likes to get loud. Maybe she's even a screamer. How are you gonna feel, Scott - When she's screaming my name?"
The tray snapped. All eyes flew to them. Jackson stood in the corner with a knowing smirk and took another bite of the apple in his hand.
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After school Oriana was making her way towards the school entrance to go home when she saw Lydia standing with her head practically buried in her locker. She looked completely frozen except for the almost unnoticeable shaking of her shoulders and Oriana could hear her quiet sniffles and deep breathing.
She hesitated tempted to walk on as if she hadn't noticed anything, remembering the looks the redhead had been giving her lately and how she had been avoiding her like the plague, and let's not forget the conversation Oriana had overheard her having with Allison about her the other day.
And then she remembered the concern the girl had shown her that night, when she thought Oriana had been attacked, and the friendly teasing and softness the girl secretly had for her friends.
Oriana sighed. "I'm 'gonna regret this." She muttered to herself before she approached the redhead.
"You okay?" Oriana asked stiffly when she stopped beside her.
Lydia turned to her quickly with a big false smile. The wet, red eyes and flushed cheeks made it kind of obvious what the girl had been doing.
"I'm fine." She smiled politely before facing her locker again and started needlessly organizing the contents. She looked back just as fast when she heard the raven haired girl snort.
"What?" She snapped.
"What happened?" Oriana urged, leaning on Lydia's neighboring locker boredly, her pale green orbs intent on Lydia's darker green ones.
Lydia shrugged with a snobby nose lift. "Nothing."
"Look, we aren't friends anymore. I get that." Oriana started. "You don't want anything to do with me because you think my cousin tried to murder you. You're scared. And that's understandable."
Lydia watched her with a slightly gaping mouth.
"But I'm not asking you to a sleepover, or on a shopping trip. I'm just asking who's ass I have to kick?" She finished with a cheeky smirk.
Lydia gave a small giggle, despite herself. She looked down at her hands resting on the bottom of her locker.
"Why?" She asked quietly, almost insecurely. "Why are you being nice to me?" She looked up into Oriana's questioning stare. "I haven't talked to you since that night. And I know you heard me talking about you to Allison."
Oriana gazed intensely at her for a long moment making Lydia shift on her feet uncomfortably.
"Because I care about you." Oriana admitted with a deep frown, as if it pained her to say. Lydia's eyes widened in shock and guilt.
"I don't know if you've noticed but I don't have a lot of friends." Oriana smiled sadly, looking down. "I never have. I've always been the quiet one. The mysterious one. The brooding one. The lone wolf." She smiled at the irony. "And it was okay because I've always been alone." She shrugged at Lydia's sympathetic eyes. "It wasn't always by choice but I prefer it that way most of the time. I'm an introvert." She smiled half-heartedly.
"Alone and lonely aren't the same thing...but you can be both." She sighed heavily. "I never realized how lonely I felt until I came to Beacon Hills and I made some actual friends. And then lost them. Besides my cousin Laura, I've never had girl friends before. And I liked it more then I thought I would."
They shared a small smile.
"You and Allison were nice to me and you included me, you didn't look at me weirdly 'cause I'm an orphan whose entire family died in a fire. And I guess right now...I miss that." She finished.
There was a pregnant pause before Lydia finally spoke.
"Jackson dumped me."
Oriana looked up at the redhead.
Lydia shrugged lazily, like she was all cried out and exhausted now. "By text. He said that he was dropping the dead weight in his life and that I was the deadest."
Oriana frowned angrily. "I'll get him tomorrow." She promised. Lydia chuckled and nodded.
"Thank you."
Oriana watched Lydia pick up her bag and close and lock her locker. She started walking down the deserted hallway in the direction of the school parking lot and Oriana took the hint to walk next to her.
"Are you okay?" Lydia asked quietly.
Oriana looked at her questioningly.
"I never thought to ask how you were after...that night. I heard you're staying with the Sheriff?"
Oriana nodded. "Yeah. I think it was just supposed to be for a few days but he hasn't mentioned contacting my social worker or anything so..."
"Your social worker?"
"Well I told you guys that I was in foster care after the fire right? Well I was adopted last year by..."
There was an awkward silence.
"My cousins." Oriana coughed awkwardly. "But since Laura died and...and I don't have any other family left I'm technically a ward of the state again until this whole mess is sorted out." She skimmed over the basics of her complicated situation, careful not to mention Derek's name.
Lydia nodded understandingly. "So...are you okay?"
Oriana sighed heavily as they stopped near Lydia's car in the almost empty parking lot. "I'll live. It's what I do. Plus I've got Scott and Stiles and the Sheriff and Scott's mom I think; she's nice." She nodded to herself. Wow that's a lot of people, she thought. Her number hasn't been greater then two since she was nine. And then it was one. But not now. Now she had five people, Derek included.
"And me." Lydia told her. Oriana looked at the redhead's determined face in shock.
"You don't have to - "
"I want to." Lydia interrupted bossily. "I was being childish before. You're right; I was scared. But so were you. What happened wasn't your fault and I'm sure that if you knew what was going to happen you would have done everything you could to stop it. Right?"
Oriana nodded numbly.
"You were just as affected by what happened as I was. More, even. And I wasn't there for you afterwards. I was being selfish and a terrible friend. Can you forgive me?" Lydia asked genuinely upset.
Oriana, again, nodded numbly. What the hell was happening? Was this really Lydia Martin or had the alpha replaced her with a robot clone?
"Good." Lydia smiled. She pulled her raven haired friend into a brief tight hug. "Now, we have got to do something about this soon." She pulled back and waved a hand at Oriana's outfit.
Oriana pouted slightly and looked down. "What? This is basically what I wear everyday?"
"Exactly." Lydia nodded in confirmation. "You need some diversity, you're clothes are just too predictable. How are you ever going to woo that Styled kid?"
"Stiles." She corrected automatically, still trying to get her head around what the hell was happening right now.
Lydia waved her hand in dismissal before unlocking her car. "We'll organize a shopping trip soon. I'll text you later, kay?" And then she hopped into her car and reversed out of her parking space, sparing Oriana a bright smile and a wave before speeding away.
Oriana stood in the parking lot with a dumbfounded look on her face. And then she smiled a little. Scratch that. She had six people.
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Oriana was in the Stilinski guest room on the bed doing her stupid homework when she heard John calling for Stiles as he came up the stairs
"Yo, D—Derek. I, um - "
She heard Stiles stutter and put down her pen to concentrate on the conversation. She heard Stiles race to his door and close it harshly halfway behind him.
"What'd you say?" John asked.
"What? I said 'Yo - d - dad.'".
She shook her head.
"Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game." John smiled.
"My first game. Guh, it's great. Awesome. Uh - Good."
"I'm very happy for you. And I'm really proud of you." John told his son truthfully.
"Thanks. Me too. I'm happy...and proud...of myself."
She cringed in embarrassment on Stiles' behalf.
"So they're really gonna let you play, right?"
"Yeah, dad. I'm first line." His genuine excited grin was evident in his voice. "Believe that?"
"I'm very proud." The Sheriff told him. Oriana would have felt wrong for listening in on such a touching family moment if Stiles awkwardness wasn't ruining it.
"Oh, me too. Again, I'm - " She heard them embracing, manly slaps on the back and all. "Huggie - "
"Oh my god." She whispered to herself. Out of all the guys in the world, how in the hell did she pick Stiles?
"Huggie...huggie - " He continued.
"You okay?" John asked unsurely.
"Yeah! Yeah, totally. Totally okay. I'm good...all goood."
There was a brief moment of silence before she heard John whisper; "Is Oriana in there?"
Hearing Stiles start to sputter nonsense she got up from the bed and exited the room. Stiles looked over his dad's shoulder at her with wide eyes, knowing that she would have heard that whole embarrassing conversation. John turned to smile at her.
"Hi, John. You heading out?" She asked leaning against the doorway casually.
He nodded. "Yeah, but like I told Stiles, I'll be at the game later on."
"Cool, I'll save you a seat." She promised. He nodded in thanks.
"Sounds good." He looked back at Stiles who was still standing awkwardly in his half closed doorway with a red face. He gave him a weird look.
"See you there." He told them.
"Take it easy." Stiles called after him, watching his dad's retreating back until it was no longer in sight.
When he was sure that his dad was gone he reached over the small distance to grab Oriana's forearm and yank her into his room, practically flinging her towards the bed before slamming the door behind them.
"Oh!" Stiles yelped when Derek pinned him back against his door, gripping his jacket tightly.
"If you say one word - " Derek pointed a threatening finger at him.
"Oh, what, you mean, like, 'Hey, dad, Derek Hale's in my room - Bring your gun'?" A berief pause. "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house," He backhanded Derek's shoulder softly, ",my rules, buddy."
Oriana raised her eyebrows, impressed with Stiles' show of courage against her cousin's intimidating stature. She sat down on Stiles' bed to watch how this played out.
Derek's head tilting to look at his abused shoulder and back up slowly, as if to say 'did you just touch me?'.
He was answered with Stiles' 'oh crap! I just touched him!' look.
After a long moment Derek nodded slightly and took a step back, loosening his grip on Stiles' Jacket, straightening it out with a hard pull.
Stiles gave a huffing smile, resembling a tired parent or teacher, as if he wasn't threatened but would humor him anyway. He mirrored Derek's actions by grabbing the lapels of his leather jacket and pulling down as if to straighten it out. He then went to move around Derek who suddenly lurched forward threateningly.
"Oh, my God!" Stiles let out as he jumped back. He gave Oriana a look when she let out a small giggle from behind her hand, and practically collapsed into his computer chair.
"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked them.
Stile's shook his head. "No. He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try."
Derek nodded for him to carry on, finally relaxing slightly out of his angry/serial killer pose.
"The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."
"So?" Derek asked.
"So it wasn't Scott." Oriana filled in.
Derek thought for a moment before asking Stiles, "Well, can you find out who sent it?"
"No, not me. But I think I know somebody who can."
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"You want me to do what?" Danny asked Stiles.
"Trace a text."
"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do." Danny argued.
Stiles sighed impatiently, running his hand over his fuzzy short hair. "And we will, once you trace the text."
"And what makes you think I know how?"
Stiles looked up at him from his computer chair with sheepish eyes. "I - I looked up your arrest report, so - "
"I - I was 13. They dropped the charges." Danny defended.
"Whatever." Stiles shrugged innocently.
"No, we're doing lab work."
"Oh, my - fine." Stiles let out a silent scream of frustration and turned to his laptop in defeat. Danny took off his backpack and sat in a stool next to Stiles.
Oriana and Derek shared an annoyed look. She was laying on her stomach in Stiles' bed with her own laptop, pretending to be looking at something but the screen was black.
Danny glanced over at the Hales cautiously, smiling when he caught Oriana's eye. She smiled back. She liked Danny. He was funny, kind and an all-round good guy. He was one of the very few people at school that didn't gossip, or stare or was scared of her. His only flaw was his choice in best friends.
"Who's he again?" Danny asked Stiles quietly, his eyes drifting over to Derek on sitting in Stiles' gaming chair with a large hardback. Stiles followed his gaze and started stuttering.
"Is he Oriana's boyfriend or something?"
"No!" Stiles almost shouted.
The Hale cousins looked at each other in disgust.
"Um, my cousin...Miguel." Stiles finished at a normal level.
Oriana pursed her lips to stop herself from smiling. Derek glared at her. She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Is that blood on his shirt?"
"Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds. Hey, Miguel."
Derek looked up from the book slowly with barely contained hatred.
"I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts." Stiles nodded to his dresser.
Oriana had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop from laughing as she watched Derek slowly and deliberately closed the book at throw it onto the bed near her to stand up, all the while keeping his burning gaze locked on Stiles' and his face expressionless. He removed his shirt and opened the top drawer of Stiles' dresser. Oriana looked away in distaste; she didn't want to see that. She did, however, notice that Danny seemed more than happy to see that.
Stiles caught a glimpse of Derek's triskele tattoo on his back and felt a shiver go down his spine when he remembered seeing the same symbol in another tattoo high up on the other Hale's smooth golden leg. He shook his head to rid himself of that thought for now, and to save himself the embarrassment of getting caught...remembering...a half naked Oriana with her in the same room. And Danny. And her cousin. Ew.
"So anyway," Stiles continues talking to Danny. "I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably - "
"Uh, Stiles?" Derek interrupted.
They all looked to him as he held one of Stiles' t-shirts.
"Yes?" Stiles asked through gritted teeth. Danny didn't seem to mind the interruption.
"This - " He shook the shirt in his hand. "No fit."
"Then try something else on. Sorry." He whispers to Danny but stops when he notices the look on his face.
His mouth gaped wide open in shock and he narrowed his eyes almost accusingly, looking between Danny and Derek. He looked over at Oriana to see if she saw it too but was only rewarded with a fairly obvious 'duh' look. Stiles spoke to Derek who had just put on a blue and orange striped shirt.
"Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh?" He smiled. "What do you think, Danny?"
"Huh?" Danny asked with an embarrassed look.
"The shirt." Stiles pointed to Derek who was watching them in the tight, bright shirt with a resting bitch face. He knew exactly what Stiles was doing.
"It's - it's not really his color." Danny told them with a blush.
"Yeah and it makes him look like grumpy cat!" Oriana burst out laughing, unable to contain it any longer.
Stiles smiled at her, loving the sight of the dark haired beauty rolling around on his bed laughing. Derek took off the shirt and threw it at her.
Stiles leaned forward to whisper to Danny. "You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy?"
"You're a horrible person."
"I know. It keeps me awake at night. Anyway, about that text."
Oriana smirked, her laughter finally contained, feeling unexpectedly attracted to this confident and demanding version of Stiles.
"Stiles! None of these fit." Derek said holding up yet another too small t-shirt.
Stiles looked at Danny, counting down from three in his head.
"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text."
Stiles smiles smugly and winked at Oriana who gave him a flirty wink back. God, she loved when he did that. Derek threw another shirt in her face.
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"There. The text was sent from a computer. This one." Danny pointed at the screen.
"Registered to that account name?" Derek asked, finally dressed in one of John's shirts, and forgetting about 'Miguel's' accent.
"No, no, no, no. That can't be right." Stiles protested.
"What?" Oriana asked curiously and stood up from the bed to have a look at the screen, pushing Derek over so she could see properly.
There, in red, was the name 'Melissa McCall'.
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"Yeah, I did, and it looks just like the drawing." Stiles told Scott over the phone.
Derek reached over and grabbed his arm to pull the phone in his direction, bending Stiles' arm in an unnatural and painful position. Oriana punched him hard in the shoulder but the abuse went unnoticed by her cousin. "Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something."
"No, no, the thing's flat.And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing." Scott told the older wolf before addressing his best friend. "And where are you? You're supposed to be here. You're first line!"
"Where the hell is Bilinski? Huh?" They heard coach shouting in the background.
"Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start."
Stiles nodded knowingly. "I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him - tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks."
The Hale's watched Stiles hang up the phone solemnly.
"You're not gonna make it." Derek said unsympathetically.
"I know." Stiles sighed in disappointment. Oriana put her hands on his shoulders and gave a comforting squeeze. Her cousin threw her a murderous look.
"And you didn't tell him about his mom, either." Derek continued, his burning gaze fixed on her small hands as they massaged Stile's shoulders gently.
"Not till we find out the truth." Stiles said, relaxing back into her relaxing grip.
"By the way, one more thing." Derek said pleasantly.
"Yeah?"
Derek grabbed the back of Stiles head and slammed it down forcefully into the steering wheel.
"Hey!" Oriana growled, slapping the back of her cousin's head hard enough to give a normal human a severe concussion. She, again, went ignored.
"Oh, God! What the hell was - " Stiles cried, holding his forehead in agony.
Derek pointed a finger at him. "You know what that was for." He spoke to them both. "Go." He pointed towards the hospital entrance.
Stiles practically rolled out of the car, Oriana quickly hopping out to meet him in the half-empty parking lot.
She gently held his chin to tilt his head this way and that, searching for signs of injury. Through his pain he managed to give her an adoring smile at the care and attention she was showing over a bumped head.
"Go!" Derek shouted at them from inside the jeep.
She snarled at him through the window, and then they started for the hospital doors.
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"Yeah, I said I can't find her." Stiles said into his phone.
"Where's Oriana?"
"She went to check the cafeteria but just text me that Melissa wasn't there either, so she's meeting me back at the front desk now." He sighed heavily.
"Look, ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle." Derek commanded.
Stiles passed a room that had a folder labeled Hale, Peter outside and peeked in. He felt a little awkward that he was about to see Oriana's father without her permission or being there aswell. His concerns were unneeded, however, because the room - and the wheelchair inside it - was empty.
"Yeah, well, he's not here either."
"What?"
"He's not here. He's gone, Derek."
There was a few seconds of silence, so Stiles looked down at the screen of his phone to make sure Derek hadn't hung up because really, he wouldn't put it past him.
"Stiles, get out of there right now - !" Derek's voice suddenly shouted through the phone. "Get Oriana and get out! It's him! He's the Alpha! Get out!"
"Peter?"
Stiles span around to see Oriana standing at the end of the hall, her wide eyes locked on something behind him. He turned to see a man leaning against the corner of the hallway not far from him. The man was around Derek's height and about thirty. He had long-ish brown hair and blue eyes and he wore a long leather trench coat that only serial killers wore.
The bumpy and lumpy stretch of skin across his face and lack of right eyebrow and some hair, made it pretty obvious as to who Oriana was referring.
"Hello, Oriana."
The man smiles at him in a kind, unsuspecting way, and if not for his detached eyes and tone (and his knowledge of him being the alpha) Stiles might have believed it.
"You must be Stiles."
Stiles backed up, ready to grab Oriana and run but he saw a red headed nurse standing behind her holding a syringe to her neck.
"What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over." The woman asked Stiles politely.
Stiles looked between the two adult helplessly. "You - and him. You're - you're the one who - Oh, my - and he's - Oh, my God, we're gonna die."
Oriana rolled her eyes at his dramatics and promptly lifted her arm to elbow the nurse in the face. She watched the woman fall to the floor in a heap.
"That's not nice. She's my nurse." Peter scolded her lightly, with no real heat.
Oriana looked at him, at a loss for words. What the hell was going on? Her father was the alpha? How? She'd just visited him that morning and he was still completely catatonic.
A low smash echoed throughout the hallway and her eyes flew to the sound. Derek was standing closely behind her, his foot pressed down on the nurse's hand, thus breaking the syringe her hand still loosely held.
"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people." Derek answered on her behalf. He glanced briefly at Stiles who was still standing uncomfortably in the middle of the hallway. "Get out of the way."
Stiles looked around anxiously. "Oh, damn." Annnd...then he slid to the floor. Because that was the obvious choice.
Oriana closed her eyes, both painfully embarrassed by him and because her head was pounding due to recent revelations.
"You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?" Peter asked Derek. Oriana's eyes snapped open and she gave her father a black look.
Derek roared, his eyes flashing blue and his canines extending. He pushed Oriana behind him and jumped up the wall to get enough momentum to attack Peter from above. Peter grabbed him mid-air and used his own weight to toss him into the wall, crushing the plaster and then threw him into the opposite wall. Derek fell to the floor, the broken hand rail from the wall scattered around him.
Oriana let out a protective growl and launched her self at her father, ignoring Stiles' pleading for her to retreat as he scrambled away from the fighting men.
Peter simply lifted his leg to kick her backwards. She flew through the air and landed on her back near the nurse's station at the end of the hallway. Stiles appeared from behind the desk and scooped her up in his arms and pulled her to safety.
Peter bent down to grab Derek by the neck and began to, effortlessly, stroll down the hallway, towards his the redheaded nurse. He looked down at Derek's struggling face as talked. "My mind, my personality were literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct."
He finally dropped Derek and bent down to search the dead woman's pockets.
Derek sprang up. "You want forgiveness?" He asked as he swung his fist into the older man's face.
Peter responded by headbutting him. "I want understanding." He kicked Derek as he had Oriana, landing him on his stomach near the teens hiding space.
Oriana shrugged off Stiles' restricting arms and crawled out of the nurse's station to her cousin as he coughed up blood. She helped him sit up as Peter continued his monologue.
"Do you have any idea - What it was like for me during those years? Slowly healing, cell by cell. Even more slowly coming back to consciousness. Yes, becoming an Alpha, taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that."
He spoke so calmly and arrogantly, completely dismissing the fact that he was confessing to murdering Laura, his niece. He was so completely devoted to his own cause that he was blind to the disgusting reality of his actions. He said it as if he was completely justified and entitled in his endevours. He spoke with no remorse or apology.
Never had Oriana felt such a thirst for blood.
Oriana stood up abruptly, causing a weakened Derek to fall again. She threw a punch at Peter, only to have him dodge away.
"Now, Oriana, I don't want to hurt you but if you continue I'll have to." Peter warned lightly. Still she tried one more desperate punch. His face darkened instantly. He blocked her with one arm and grabbed hold of her fist with the other. He squeezed her fist and pushed her arm down at the same time. She groaned in pain as the audible cracks of her bones rang in her ears.
"I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you."
And then he grabbed her by the back of her leather jacket and hurled her at the glass partition above the nurse'd station. There was an almighty smash as her small body was rocketed through the thin sheet of glass. She landed on her back on the other side of the desk.
"Holy shit!"
Stiles was suddenly over her groaning weak body, brushing pieces of glass off of her and pushing her hair back from her face.
"Are you okay?"
She gave him a look. He winced.
"Okay, stupid question. Come on, we have to get out of here." He put his arms around her waist and sat her up. She moaned in pain as her sore body was jostled.
"What? No, I'm not leaving Der - "
All of a sudden Derek landed in the spot Stiles had just pulled her from, he too having been launched over the desk. They looked at him in shock as he too gave a pained groan.
"Get her out of here now." He snarled at Stiles.
"Derek, I'm not - " She protested.
"Shut up." He hissed looking around for any signs that Peter was coming. He hurriedly started army crawling through the glass and away from them.
Oriana was about to follow after him but Stiles suddenly pulled her back into his chest, his hand over her mouth. He held his breath as Peter passed them, following in Derek's path. He waited for a few seconds, paying her weak struggles no attention, before he quickly got to his feet. Without missing a beat he then pulled Oriana up.
"Come on, we got to go."
"No." Oriana denied, pulling her arm from his grasp.
"Ori, you heard Derek. He told me to get you out of here." Stiles pleaded.
She shook her head and gave him a small sad smile.
"I can't leave him, Stiles. He's all I have left."
He looked deeply into her eyes and reached a hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "You have me." He whispered.
She gave a humorless laugh. "You know what I mean. You go. Peter won't hurt me."
He frowned at her. "He did hurt you."
"He won't kill me." She corrected herself. "Or Derek. He needs us. And I need you to go and warn Scott."
"But - " He started, with torn eyes.
"Please." She whispered. "I'll be okay. I promise to text you later to let you know that I'm okay."
He sighed heavily, looking around for an answer. "Fine." He finally complied. "But I need a kiss before I go." He stated.
She chuckled, despite the current situation. She shook her head in amusement but wound her arms around his neck anyway, pulling his lips down to meet hers.
She closed her eyes in bliss and let out a small moan of pleasure. He deepened the kiss, his arms wound tightly around her and pulled her flush up against his chest, loving the feel of her small body in his arms, her firm breasts pressed against his chest. He wandered what this would feel like with no cloth -
He groaned lowly and made himself pull away from her sweet lips reluctantly, keeping his eyes closed and their foreheads pressed together. Now was so not the time for those thoughts.
"Can I change your name on my phone?" He whispered.
Her finger nails raking through his short hair caused a shiver to go down his spine.
"To what?" She sighed distantly, loving the feeling of contentedness she had in his arms.
"Girlfriend."
She opened her eyes to see her favorite whisky orbs grinning cheekily at her. She gave him a broad grin in response.
"Ask me again after we sort out Peter. But only if I can change yours to Boyfriend."
His bright eyes filled with happiness and he nodded dopily.
She gave him one last peck on the lips, rubbing her nose affectionately against his briefly before pushing on his chest gently.
"I'll distract him. Go. Now!"
He gave her a longing look before he raced towards the exit.
When he was out of sight she sighed heavily, readying herself for her next encounter with her father. She followed in the direction he had gone as swiftly as possible, her body sill sore from fighting. She heard talking at the end of the hall. The morgue. Ironic.
"...After all, we're family."
She stopped in the open doorway, looking in. Derek was sitting on the floor against a stainless steel storage cupboard, his face still bloody and looking utterly exhausted.
Peter was bent slightly over him.
"Nice of you to join us, Oriana." Peter said, turning to give her a pleasant smile. She gasped at the now flawless skin on his face, feeling like any progress she had made with him earlier that day was gone (if it wasn't already, all alpha things considered). They no longer had a connection; he was no longer scarred.
She caught Derek's eye as he looked at her in disappointment and anger. He shook his head in defeat.
"Now." Peter said, drawing their attention. "Let me share with you my plan." He smiled manically.
A/N PLEASE READ: NEED VOTES!
And there you have it folks! Now, I want everyone's opinions because I'm not sure what I'm going to do with Oriana in the next chapter. In the original write up of this fic I had Oriana staying on team Hale but being kind of like a double agent, reporting Peter's misdoings to Scott and Stiles, and was there for the whole Melissa/Peter date thing and the winter formal and everything.
But I also like the idea of her getting kidnapped by Kate with Derek. I thought that would be new and interesting and would also give another insight into her relationship with Allison. But then, it would mean that she's absent from winter formal and almost the rest of the reason, until she's rescued by Scott with Derek.
I don't know! I need votes! Does Oriana get kidnapped by Kate or Not? Yes or no? Please let me know if you liked this chapter and what you want Oriana doing in the next one! I'm aiming to get the next chapter out by next saturday/sunday so the 20th/21st of feb, so I'll need your votes in as soon as possible, Thursday at the latest! Thank you!