"Would you guys mind telling me why the hell we're in here?" Zach asked as the car screeched around a corner, another car in hot pursuit.
"If we told you, then we'd have to kill you," Stiles replied, looking out the back window at the approaching car.
"Can you at least tell me why we are trying to escape my aunt right now? If she finds out I'm in here, she'll string me up from the ceiling by my thumbs," Zach told him, sliding down in his seat a little.
"Faster?" Scott asked, trying his best to stay on the road.
"Much faster," Stiles said, sitting in the front seat properly as Scott stepped down on the accelerator.
"Can you please just tell me what in the hell is happening?" Zach asked again, glancing out the back window, sitting right back down when he saw his aunt's furious face.
"Let's just say we're going to pick up a friend. In his car," Stiles told him, glancing out the back window once more. "Hey Scott, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here."
"If I go faster, then I'll kill us," Scott told him, trying to focus on the road.
"Well if you don't go faster, they're going to kill us," Stiles snapped, sitting back in his seat.
"Kate will probably torture me. Find some way to make my life miserable. But how?" Zach mumbled to himself as Scott took a sharp corner, sending Zach flying into the car window.
"Sorry," Scott apologised, switching gears to go a little faster. Zach glanced out the window and noticed Kate pulling off the road, giving up on chasing the car.
"She's gone," Zach said, surprised that Kate had given up so easily.
"All units, suspect is on foot, heading into the ironworks" Stiles' walkie said, realisation flooding into Zach.
"Please don't tell me your friend is a wanted fugitive, because I gave up that lifestyle when I left my last school," Zach groaned, leaning into the front seat.
"He's innocent, if that helps," Stiles told him, holding onto his seat as they turned a sharp corner, driving into the ironworks. As they drove in, a bright flash of light flooded their vision, and when they could see again, they saw a man lying on the ground, staring up at something in the distance.
"Get in!" Stiles shouted through the open window, addressing the man on the ground, who seemed familiar to Zach. Without hesitation, the man jumped up from the ground and opened the backseat door, jumping in beside a confused Zach as they sped away. Bullets started to ricochet off of the car making Zach jump as he looked out the back window, seeing Chris in the distance.
"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott asked the man as they drove away, leaving Chris behind.
"Dammit, I had him!" the man exclaimed, banging his fist against his window.
"Who the Alpha?" Stiles asked, turning around in his seat to look at the man.
"Yes, he was right in front of me then the freakin' police showed up," the man replied, getting angrier by the second.
"Woah, calm down, they're just doing their jobs," Stiles reassured him, trying to calm the man down.
"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state," the man snapped, glaring at Scott.
"Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake, I get it," Scott told him, loosening his grip on the steering wheel a little.
"Could someone please tell me what in the hell is happening now?" Zach asked, gaining the attention of everyone in the car except for Scott, who continued to focus on the road.
"Who's this guy?" the man questioned, looking Zach up and down.
"Zach, this is Derek, Derek, this is Zach," Stiles introduced the two, noticing Zach's eyes widening in surprise.
"Why in the hell are we in the car with Derek Hale?" Zach asked, leaning down to his leg where is concealed gun was.
"We're just trying to help a friend, he's innocent of killing that girl, so don't worry," Stiles reassured him, hoping a fight wouldn't break out.
"Bullshit," Zach snapped, pulling his gun out and aiming it at Derek.
"What the hell dude?" Stiles cried, stumbling back when he saw the gun.
"This is Derek Hale. One of the betas my family is looking for. I'm in the car with the freakin' werewolf my family having been hunting since they arrived in town," Zach replied, his gaze never leaving Derek.
"You brought an Argent with you to help us?" Derek growled, his eyes glowing a bright blue.
"Yes we did, because he can be trusted. Right Zach?" Stiles asked, grabbing the gun to try and lower it.
"I trust Scott because he hasn't kill anyone. This asshole on the other hand," Zach answered, shoving Stiles away.
"If you don't put that gun down, I will rip your throat out," Derek warned, letting out a low growl.
"You make one move and I'll pump you full of wolf's bane. The joy of having hunters for a family, I know where my aunt keeps her stash," Zach said, switching the safety off of his gun.
"Fine, you don't have to trust him, but trust me Zach. We're trying to help him okay?" Zach looked between Derek and Stiles, weighing his options between shooting and killing Derek or saving his bullets for later. He reluctantly chose the former and slowly lowered his gun, never taking his gaze off of Derek.
"Give me a reason to shoot you, and I swear to god I won't hesitate," Zach warned Derek, slipping his gun back into its holster.
"I could go ahead and kill your aunt. Would that be a good enough reason?" Derek asked innocently, smirking at Zach.
"The moment these two don't need your help, I'm imbedding a bullet in your skull," Zach snarled, glaring at Stiles before looking away, staring out at the landscape as they passed it.
"The amount of love in this room is beautiful to behold," Stiles said sarcastically, focusing his attention on Derek. "How did you find the Alpha anyway?"
"Can you trust us for once? We just saved your life," Scott said when Derek didn't reply, looking in the review mirror at the man.
"You put me in the same car as hunter in training over here and you expect me to trust you," Derek questioned, gesturing to Zach next to him.
"Yes, we do," Stiles said, putting on a brave face.
"The last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out, she found two things. First was a guy named Harris," Derek began, sparking Zach's interest slightly.
"Our chemistry teacher?" Stiles asked, confirming Zach suspicions.
"Why him?" Scott asked, keeping a straight face.
"I don't know yet," Derek admitted impatiently.
"What's the second thing?" Scott asked, pulling into a more suburban area.
"Some kind of symbol," Derek replied, pulling out a piece of paper with a familiar insignia on it. Upon Scott being shown it, he looked away and groaned, knowing what it was. "What? You know what this is?"
"I've seen that before. On Allison's necklace," Zach put in, deciding he might as well try to help.
"You need to get that necklace," Derek said, putting the paper back into his pocket.
"I can't just steal from her, do you know how wrong that is?" Scott questioned, pulling off to the side of the road.
"You don't have a choice. Get it," Derek ordered, glancing at Zach one last time before opening his door to get out. He slammed the door behind him and walked away, leaving the three teenagers in silence.
"I can see why Chris and Kate want to kill him so badly."
Another day, another chapter, and I think it was kind of a good one.
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Farewell for now guys :D