The Downpour.
No, Dentist. [Chapter Twenty-Eight]
Take place in Season Two, Episode Two (Shape Shifted) of MTV's Teen Wolf.
Derek was fuming, to put it lightly. How dare she come in smelling like another man? Not only another man, but his soon-to-be Beta? Was she purposely trying to put Isaac in his bad books, because once you're there, it's one heck of an awful journey to get out. She sat on a fold out chair (that he may have stolen from her neighbour, but Emily didn't need to know that) with a small, shit eating smirk. Her homework was sprawled across a washed out grey garden table (that he found in ok-ish condition in by someone's trash. He needed to get by, okay?).
She had only been back an hour and Derek had smoked his way through fifteen cigarettes and was currently on his sixteenth. That was more than he went through in a month. Man, was he going to have serious tar chuck up issues when the time comes around. That's gonna be attractive. He brought the cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag. Emily looked over at him vaguely annoyed. He held her gaze for a few seconds before letting out a puff of smoke. "How many must you smoke until you decide that you and chimneys are one in the same? Especially in here, Derek. You could blow something up." Emily commented lightly. Derek glowered into the darkness a few feet away from them.
"Then we have something in common." Derek blurted. He hissed internally, why the hell did he go and do that? Emily's pencil toppled onto the table as she roe slowly to her feet with an amused smile.
"Is that so? Care to fill me in?"
"Nothing." Derek dismissed, waving the hand with his cigarette dismissively. "Doesn't matter."
"I think it does matter." Emily said quietly, her icy blue eyes staring at him intently, yet they held a sense of mocking. Derek glared at her stubbornly. "Come on, Derek. Share with the class." She purred, smiling innocently.
"I said it doesn't matter." Derek insisted through gritted teeth. Emily raised her hands in mock surrender.
"Alright, geez. You're so cranky." Emily glanced down at her phone, checking the time. 5:45 "I have to go meet –"
"Isaac?" Derek spat, blowing out another puff of smoke. Emily rolled her eyes, folding up her homework and putting it into her bag.
"Nah, Puff the Magic Dragon, I'm meeting Scott and Stiles to go over some… stuff." Derek scanned Emily over with a disapproving look.
"Not dressed like –"
"Don't you dare go all father on me, Derek Hale. It's creepy and I'm not into that sort of stuff." Emily muttered with a wolfish grin. "We're going to meet at a diner, Derek, we're not about to film amateur porn." Derek blinked slowly.
"You –You'd tell me if you were going to film porn with Stiles and Scott, right?" Emily gleamed, striding over and patting his cheek affectionately.
"Of course! I'd trust only you to film it." Derek flushed a shade of light pink and he felt incredibly grateful about not being able to have access to a razor. There was no way in Hell he'd want her to see him blushing over something as small as jokingly saying that if she were to film amateur porn with a fifteen and sixteen year old, she'd want him to film it. All of his masculinity would be lost and would never be able to be retrieved and he wasn't so sure that he'd be able to handle that. "You should keep that." Emily smiled, running her thumb lightly over his stubble. "It makes you look less like a nine year old boy who hasn't even began the simplest processes of puberty." Derek opened his mouth, mildly offended. "I'd hate to love you and leave you, but I'll only be doing the latter. Bye!" What the Hell was he supposed to do with her. Derek brought his cigarette to his mouth, listening to Emily slam the door shut. He held the cigarette firmly between his lips as he slid his packet out his back pocket, fully ready to light another before he had even gotten half way through his current one. Boy, was she a piece of work.
/ / /
"All I need is a spinny chair, a cat and a twirly moustache and I'd have this super villain down to the last drop." Emily grinned, scanning over the menu. Scott and Stiles looked at each other, debating internally whether they should sit down or not.
"Ugh, is it even safe to even sit down? Am I going to wake up tomorrow morning with every disease known to man?" Stiles asked, jumping about a foot in the air when he swore he saw a gigantic spider. He was sure he saw it, he swears.
"Scott, no. You, Stiles? I'm uncertain. I haven't been fully human for a while and my immune system is about ten normal human ones put together. But, we never know until we try, so perk your ass across from mines and we'll get started right away." Scott squatted, hovering above the seat uncertainly. "Just sit, the both of you." Stiles was slightly uneasy by Emily's far too chipper tone.
"Uh, Emz, are you alright?" Stiles asked quietly, sitting next to Scott. Emily grinned and nodded.
"Never better." She chirped. Scott and Stiles both shared a side glance of worry.
"Welcome to Benny's Diner, are you three ready to order?" Emily turned her slightly discomforting gaze to the bored but impeccably beautiful blonde and Stiles began to wonder how the hell a gorgeous waitress like her had landed a job in a place as revolting as this shack of rotting wood and most likely human eating siders where he was almost dead certain those 'based on a true story' horrors had been filmed.
"Not exactly. What would you recommend?" Emily asked sweetly.
"Uh, I would most definitely recommend trying a different diner, but if my boss heard me saying that I'll get fired, the strawberry milkshakes are halfway decent and the cheesy curly fries are actually to die for, so three of that?" The blonde asked.
"Sure, thanks." The waitress nodded once before toddling to the counter. Emily looked at Scott, who was still looking around the diner with intense curiosity and slight horror.
"Uh, so, Emz, how the hell did you find this place?" Stiles asked, grabbing Scott and Emily's attention.
"I needed a place where I wouldn't be over heard and the obnoxious loud music and the practically dead atmosphere caught my attention." It was only then that both Scott and Stiles saw four men, all balding, sitting, spaced out along the counter. Why they went there to listen to loud seventies music and eat sticky, icky looking curly fries was beyond all three of them. "Anyway, you're probably wondering why the hell I gathered you both here today –"
"No, we're not actually." Scott said seriously. "You told us at lunch that you were going to tell us what you are, you're still telling us, right?" Emily stared at Scott.
"I –Are you serious?" She turned to Stiles. "Is he being totally serious right now?" Stiles reluctantly nodded. "Scott, honey, I –I was playing the whole James Bond villain thing. I knew that you both knew the reason that we're all here." Scott's mouth formed a slack 'O' shape.
"Ah, I get it, you can carry on now, Emz."
"Right…" She said slowly. "Anyway, Scott's obliviousness aside, I need to get a crack on about what I am." Twenty, slow, cheesy curly fried and surprisingly good strawberry milkshaked minutes went by and Scott and Stiles were staring at Emily like fish on dry land. "Yeah, I'll give you two a few minutes to let that sink in…"
"You -Over one hundred years old." Scott breathed.
"That's what you gather from that?" Stiles exclaimed in a hushed tone. "She had sex with Peter Hale!" Emily scowled at Stiles, folding her arms across her lower chest.
"Not one of my best moments, I'll admit to that, but I really prefer what Scott got out of that than what you did."
"Dude!" Scott exclaimed, slapping Stiles' arm roughly. Stiles yelped, caressing the spot on his arm where Scott had smacked him. "She- She and Derek are like, soul mates! That's revolting." Emily couldn't help but feel rather offended, in all honesty, she thought nothing was wrong with Derek, sure, he just slashed his uncles throat for power and revenge, he smashed Scott's phone, he stole his other one, he didn't rush to Scott's aid when Peter gave him memories of the fire, he purposely smashed Stiles' head into Stiles' own steering wheel of his jeep and let's not forget the countless times he threatened his life, but Derek was… well, Derek was a good kisser. Not that that would ever benefit Scott or Stiles, but it benefitted her (in more ways than one).
"Not really." Stiles muttered, a small grin spreading across his face. "Derek hasn't turned anyone that we know of, so obviously Emily would be the first to know and then, because we come as a pair and she loves both of us and together we are loved more than Derek, she'll report back to us. See? A complete bullet proof plan, right there!" Emily cringed.
"Oh yeah." Scott muttered. "Has he changed anyone yet?"
"Nope." Emily answered. "Even if he has, he hasn't told me. We're not really on good terms at the moment." Stiles groaned loudly.
"Well then get on good terms! Offer to buy him new leather jackets, Hell, offer to suck his dick! Do something!" Stiles exclaimed loudly. Just as the song changed. In dead silence. Everyone in that diner had just heard Stiles yell at Emily to offer to suck someone's dick and she could not be more embarrassed.
"You three in the booth!" Someone boomed over the newly started song from the kitchen. "Out!" Emily, Stiles and Scott didn't need a second telling. Well, Scott left behind a crisp twenty dollar note before running after his two friends because he's nice and considerate like that.
"So," Stiles panted, apparently running about several meters to the parking lot had taking its toll on him "What's –What's it like being one hundred and ten? You –You have more stamina than I do." Stiles wheezed. "How –How is that even possible?"
"Technically," Emily said drily, "I'm thirty-five. Does the years I was under some creepy death like state really count as living?"
"Well –"
"Rhetorical question." Emily interrupted. Scott slowly shut his mouth, nodding slowly. He totally knew that, yep, totally. "You guys can head on home now or do whatever you guys o that doesn't involve trouble, I'll walk."
"W- walk?" Stiles screeched. "How freaking active are you?"
"Derek's place is a literal ten minute walk from here, how else do you think I came across this place? I don't take my dad here for Sunday brunch, if that's what you're thinking…"
"Derek has a place?" Scott asked, his face brightening a little. "Wow, good for him –good for you! Are you two like, living with each other now that you're mates?" Emily looked at Scott oddly, since when had he been interested in Derek's living status?
"Not exactly…" Emily said slowly. "I'll admit that I'm a little paranoid about the hunters and what they'll do to Derek, especially after the entire Omega thing in the woods. I prefer Derek's upper body connected to his lower." Scott nodded slightly, Emily wasn't sure why. The three of them looked between each other for a few long seconds before the boys walked over to Stiles' Jeep. "Oh, and Scott?" Scott immediately stopped in his tracks, turning around to look at Emily with curiosity. "Please consider Derek's offer. Yes, he may be incredibly overwhelming at most times, but I swear he's doing it because he cares. In his own, slightly deranged way."
"Hah!" Stiles laughed. Emily likes him better when he's out of breath. "So all the times he threatens my life he's really just caring?"
"I never said he cares about you. But if it warms your heart a little, I'm sure if he had to save you or Jackson from drowning, he'd pick you." That seems to pick up Stiles mood a little.
"That's actually… really sweet. Do you think he'd actually do that?" Emily nodded wholeheartedly. "Wow. Anyway, we, uh, better get going. I'll text you later, right Emz?" Emily nodded again. They bid their goodbyes and Emily watched as the Jeep huffed and puffed down the road and listened as Stiles cursed at it loudly and dramatically until it was out of her sight. She exhaled slowly, tugging her hands through her hair. She had just told her two of her closest friends her biggest secret, why the hell didn't she feel more relieved?
/ / /
"I'm back!" Emily called, trudging down the metal stairs, the sound of her flats clanking against the surface of the stairs echoing throughout the station. Emily followed the scent of smoke to Derek's 'room' where he lay sprawled out on his bed, an unlit cigarette sticking out his mouth. Emily leaned against the door frame, watching his eyelashes move with his eyelids as he blinked, listening to his steady breathing and slightly frantic heartbeat. "What are you doing?"
"This is my last one." Derek muttered as if it was obvious. It was not. Emily rolled her eyes.
"So?"
"So, I normally go through a pack of twenty in about two months. I bought this packet three days ago. This is my last one."
"I told you that you should stop, Derek. But did you listen? Nope, and now you've went and smoked twenty in the space of three days." Derek picked up his empty packet and lobbed it at Emily. She caught it easily with one hand.
"Your fault." He grumbled. "You're basically throwing yourself at Isaac and I don't like it." Emily smirked, looking at the empty packet in her hand.
"Boohoo, you turned him. If you didn't I wouldn't even be acknowledging his existence just like I wasn't last week. This all rounds up to you." Derek growled lowly, digging into his pocket and holding a lighter up to the cigarette that was firmly in place between his teeth.
"Do me a favour and buy me another packet. On you. I'm not paying you –"
"Derek? Emily?" Derek shot up, his cigarette falling out his mouth as he looked at Emily with wide eyes.
"Isaac." Emily whispered.
"Derek!" Isaac yelled. Derek got up, walking over to Emily and standing behind her. Isaac ran into the car, every bad emotion just rolling off him.
"What's wrong?" Derek asked.
"My dad." Isaac panted. "I think he's dead." Emily's mouth dropped open as Derek moved her behind him.
"What did you do?"
"That's the thing." Isaac breathed. "It wasn't me."
"It wasn't you." Derek repeated slowly. Isaac shook his head wildly side to side.
"No. Wasn't me." Emily shoved past Derek, placing her hand on Isaac's shoulder.
"Did you see what it was? Was it another werewolf, possibly someone human, old and very creepy?" Isaac looked at her strangely.
"No, I –I didn't see it. It was dark and I was trying to calm myself down. The car door was literally ripped off the car –"
"Didn't he have it coming, your dad?" Derek asked in a bored tone. Emily gasped, turning around and slapping Derek sharply on the arm.
"Derek!" She yelped. "Sensitivity! Geez."
"You –you didn't tell her?" Isaac asked, in somewhat with slight awe as he stared up at Derek with big eyes.
"Not my place." He answered vaguely.
"Tell me what?" Emily asked, looking between the two werewolves. Derek raised his eyebrows in Isaac's direction and Isaac nodded.
"His dad beat him and whatnot. That's why he accepted the bite, so he could be stronger in every way."
"Oh, my god. Isaac, I had no –"
"Idea? Nobody ever does."
/ / /
"You ready to go to school?" Emily crooned, smiling wickedly at Isaac. He groaned, shaking his head.
"No I feel like utter shit."
"Look like it too." Derek said, leaning against his car. Emily cackled, grabbing Isaac's forearm and towing him towards Derek's Camaro.
"You'll be fine. Scott managed to get through his entire first full moon without even realising that he was a werewolf, well, except from when he was at the party and he had to leave his girlfriend there due to extreme pain, but that's just minor details." Emily explained dismissively. Isaac stared at her with worrying eyes. "But hey! I'll be there to help you through it all! You'll be fine, my friend, Kayla, wants to be a nurse so I have some pretty handy tips."
"Was that supposed to make him feel better? If my life was in Kayla's hands I'd rather she just pull the plug…"
"Oh, ha ha you funny bastard." Emily muttered, opening the passengers door and folding down the seat for Isaac. "There you go, your chariot awaits." Isaac looked slightly wary but got in the car nonetheless.
"You better keep an eye on him, especially through lacrosse practise." Derek muttered. Emily nodded.
"I know. You should come too, I can't do much because Scott and Stiles think I'm being kept in the dark, I mean, I kind of am, I had to figure out both of the people you changed slash were planning to change all by myself. Stiles made me swear to tell them both if you do tell me during dinner at Benny's last night, they're my friends, I have to play dumb."
"That shouldn't be too hard then, playing dumb I mean." Derek snarked. Emily glowered at him over the roof of the car.
"Oh, aren't you a comedian. I am just so lucky to have you in my life, aren't I?" Derek flashed a quick cocky grin.
"Damn straight."
"Isn't it such a shame when men like you have more dick in their personality than they have in their pants? Such a shame, I ought to write you a card of sympathy." It was Derek's turn to glower at her over the car roof. Emily grinned, ducking into the car and slamming the door shut. She glanced at Isaac through the rear-view mirror, winking at him when she noticed his massive grin.
/ / /
"Let's go! Line up!" Coach Finstock ordered his favoured lacrosse team. "Faster!" He barked. A few more boys scrambled into line and Scott ran over to the goals where Danny would normally position. Emily didn't pay attention, what was it to her if Finstock decided to change up his positions a little? Her sole focus was on Isaac. He looked relatively okay, not mad, just keeping himself to himself. That was good, Emily decided, being lonesome is okay. Nothing to piss him off. Emily's gaze on Isaac was interrupted when from the corner of her eye she saw Scott pin down some poor boy. Wasn't he supposed to be in goals?
"Let me help you up." Scott offered, pulling the guy to his feet. Scott leaned forward, sniffing at the guy again. It was official, Scott McCall has lost is mind.
"McCall!" Finstock barked. "Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal."
"Yes, coach." Emily knew that by the tone of Scott's voice, he had no real intention of staying put. Scott jogged back over to the goal posts and crouched. Finstock blew his whistle, threw the ball at player number eight who caught the ball in his net swiftly and ran forward. Scott leaped out of the goals, running towards number eight and ramming into him. Number eight flew over Scott's shoulder and through the air before landing on his back. Scott crouched over him and began to sniff the air around number eights head.
"What the Hell, man?" Number eight exclaimed.
"My bad, dude."
"McCall!" Finstock yelled. "The positions goal keeper. Not goal abandoner."
"Sorry, coach." Finstock blew his whistle.
"Let's go." Scott tackled twenty-eight to the ground with the end of his stick. He went back, crouched above his head and smelt him. Emily grimaced, god this looked terrible. "Stilinski!" Finstock hissed, grabbing Stiles by the helmet and pulling him closer. "What the Hell is wrong with your friend?"
"Uh, he's –he's failing two classes. He's a little socially awkward and if you look close enough, his jaw line's kind of uneven." Emily squinted at Scott. Huh, his jawline is uneven. She never knew.
"That's interesting." Finstock mused, walking over to the side of the field. He blew his whistle twice. "Let's fire it up." He threw the ball at number six who caught it with ease. Scott began to run before number six did, and when they collided in the middle, Scott landed on him, pinning him to the ground. Scott sniffed six's air.
"It's Armani." Six said.
"Whaa?"
"My aftershave. Armani." Emily almost choked at six's behaviour. How sweet.
"Oh. It's nice." Scott smiled. Emily slapped her hand over her mouth to refrain from laughing.
"McCall!" Finstock yelled. "You come out of that goal one more time and you'll be doing suicide runs 'till you die. It'll be the first ever suicide run that actually end in a suicide. Got it?" Finstock said, sound way too pleased about his threat than need be.
"Yes, coach."
"Uh, coach, my shoulders hurting. I'm gonna –I'm gonna sit this one out." Jackson said, looking at Scott cautiously. Emily almost scoffed, Jackson not wanting to display his talent? The world must be ending. He jogged over towards Emily with narrowed eyes.
"We need to speak." He growled. "Privately." Emily sighed, reaching forwards and placing her hand on his upper arm.
"What do you want, Jackson?" She asked irritably.
"McCall can smell me."
"Fuck." Emily moaned, shoving Jackson away roughly. So that was why Scott was smelling them. He smelt the new werewolf and Jackson, being a dumbass, thought he was smelling him. "Sit down -Shit." She cursed as she watched Isaac and Scott leap towards each other. "Dammit, Isaac!" Just as she was about to run towards him (the glowing of the eyes under the helmet was rather unsettling) she could head the faint beeping of a police radio. She looked over and saw two deputies and the Sheriff walking towards them.
"Don't tell them." Isaac pleaded Scott. "Please don't tell them."
"Coach Finstock." Stiles' dad greeted. "We need to speak with Isaac Lahey, if you don't mind." Finstock looked down at Scott and Isaac, who still remained on the ground.
"Lahey! Up you get, McCall! What did I tell you about that goal?" Isaac scrambled to his feet, glancing towards Emily. She shrugged. Isaac walked towards the deputies and Sheriff, taking off his helmet. In the mist of all the Isaac drama between the entire lacrosse team and Finstock standing over with Isaac, Scott was relieved of suicide runs and him and Stiles marched towards Emily.
"Did you know?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah." She muttered. "But I had to respect Isaac's wishes of this not getting out, which is why I didn't tell you. He won't do anything, Scott. Derek'll help him."
"Because he did a freaking fantastic job of helping Scott." Stiles muttered bitterly.
"If my memory is correct, then I remember Scott not wanting Derek's help. Derek is Isaac's Alpha, Peter forced Scott to change by howling or whatever that night in the school, imagine what else an Alpha could do to their Beta." Stiles sighed in defeat.
"What are they saying?" He asked Scott.
"His father's dead. They think he was murdered." Scott told them.
"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles asked.
"I'm not sure, why?"
"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours." Emily exhaled loudly, of freaking course they can.
"Like, over night?"
"During the full moon." Emily muttered. She clicked her tongue in annoyance. Of course this would happen to them.
"How good are these holding cells at holding people?" Scott asked.
"People, good. Werewolves, probably not that good."
"Stiles, remember when I said that I don't have the urge to maim and kill?"
"Yeah?"
"He does."
Of fucking course he does. Their luck just keeps on piling up.
/ / /
"Uh, Evans." Finstock said. Emily looked up at him, hating herself for being so engrossed with this whole Isaac thing and not paying attention to anything that was going on in the classroom. "The Principle wants to see you in his office right away."
"Oh, alright, uh, will I take my stuff?" Finstock nodded briefly before going into a ramble about whatever the hell he was going on about before. Emily walked out the class briskly. She roamed down the halls, taking all the shortcuts she knew to get to his office quickly. When she does stroll upon his office, she sees Stiles covering his face with a magazine, Scott looking rather mortified on Stiles' behalf and the Sheriff looking down at his son slightly bewildered.
"Hi Scott." Sheriff Stilinski said. Scott mustered up a smile, giving the Sheriff a small wave. "Emily." The Sheriff nodded in her direction.
"Sheriff Stilinski." She smiled. The Sheriff, followed by one of his deputies, walked down the hall.
"Emily, why the Hell are you –"
"Boys." The voice sent tingles down Emily's spine. "Emily. Why don't you two come into my office?" Gerard Argent stood there, a smile plastered on his face. "Emily, take a seat, please. I'll be with you once I'm finished with these two." Emily nodded slowly, trying to comprehend what in God's name was going in here. This was school, a supposed safe place. It was bad enough, a hunters daughter being there, but now an actual hunter? Especially one who is slightly psychotic? Dammit. Stiles and Scott followed Gerard into his office and Emily fell into Stiles' seat. She sat there, not even trying to listen in on the conversation taking place behind the wall her seat was leaning against. She didn't want to. Maybe he was threatening them. Maybe he was discussing what he was going to do with their bodies. Oh, God.
Eventually, Scott and Stiles stumbled out, Stiles wearing a rather pissed off look. "Emily, you can come in now." Emily shakily rose to her feet, giving tight smiles to Scott and Stiles. She brushed past Gerard, her hands beginning to feel incredibly clammy. "Take a seat." Emily did as she was told, sitting down in one of the seats at the other side of his desk. "I bet you didn't expect to see me here." He chuckled. Emily mustered up her best smile, hoping it didn't look too fake, and shook her head.
"I'm going to be honest, sir. I really didn't." Gerard laughed merrily, sitting down in his own seat. He pulled open a drawer and Emily's heart began to beat frantically in her chest. This was it, he was going to pull out a shot gun or something and shoot her. Hell, he'd probably shoot her with a crossbow or maybe leave her like he did with that Omega.
"Aha. Emily Evans. Perfect grades. A few extracurricular activities. Not a bad record, only a few detentions here and there, overall, you're a fantastic student." Oh, Emily felt rather stupid. He just pulled out her record, not a gun, a sword, or a crossbow.
"I try my hardest." Emily muttered.
"I apologize for you having to witness what you did the other night." Gerard said, not really sounding at all apologetic.
"Well, it's only gonna cost me a few years of intense therapy." She mumbled. Gerard laughed, nodding slightly.
"That would cost a lot, wouldn't it?" Emily nodded, wondering where the Hell he was going to take this. "What if I told you there was a less expensive way of dealing with this?" Emily smiled brightly.
"I'd say let me get on that."
"Good, good." Gerard mused. "What do you feel towards werewolves? What is your attitude towards them?"
"Uh, I think that not each and every single one of them are psycho maniacs, but I don't know them like you do." Gerard grinned, nodding.
"Would you like to know what I do? Would you like to know how to track and kill each and every one of them?" Emily stared at Gerard.
/ / /
"Emily! Emily!" Scott crowed, hurling down the hall at full speed toward her. "Isaac! He just got taken by two deputies in cuffs!" Emily's eyes widened. She flung her bag over her shoulder.
"Remember when we were chasing that Omega?" Scott nodded. "Yeah, we're gonna have to run like that again." The two of them flew down the hall, running faster when they heard a car door slam. Scott opened the front door, and Emily peered over his shoulder. "Fuck, go, go, go." She hissed, pushing Scott out of the doorway, but it was too late. The car had already began to drive off and she didn't think that the Sheriff's department would take to kindly to two teenagers running after their car to break a suspect of a murder out the back. "Fuck." Emily growled. "Fucking Hell!" She screeched, kicking into the school door. "So close, so fucking –"
"Emily." Scott murmured, turning her around gently.
"Get in." Derek ordered. Emily had been too frustrated to even notice his car parking outside the school.
"Are you serious? You did that. That's your fault." Emily nodded in agreement and Derek stared at her patronizingly.
"I know that." He said after a second. "Now get in the car, both of you, and help me." Emily decided Derek looked stupidly sexy in sunglasses, but she pushed that thought aside for the time being.
"No, I've got a better idea." Scott said, slowly walking down the stairs, Emily following closely behind. "I'm gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up. Emily's dad's a lawyer, he can help." Emily looked at Scott in confusion.
"My dad's a dentist." She corrected. Scott looked at her with his eyebrows raised.
"I thought your dad was a lawyer?"
"No, Dentist."
"Who's dads a lawyer then?" Scott asked aloud. Emily shrugged helplessly beside him.
"No clue." Emily mumbled. Derek sighed, looking between the two of them in frustration.
"A lawyer wouldn't be able to get him out of there before the moon goes up when they do a full search of the house." Scott and Emily shared a look.
"What do you mean?"
"Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house is worse. A lot worse." Derek leaned over and opened the door.
"Jackson spoke to the cops? Did he know?" Emily asked Scott once he climbed in the backseat and Emily sat in the front. Scott nodded.
"Said he never told anyone because it wasn't his business. Isaac's dad was beating the crap out of him, did you know that?" Scott asked, his tone sympathetic.
"Only found out last night after he told us that something killed his dad."
"You knew about that too?" Scott yelped. Emily slouched looking slightly sheepish.
"Uh, yeah? But I didn't think it was relevant! I didn't plan on telling you or Stiles about me knowing that Derek bit Isaac. It would look weird if I just pounced on you guys, telling you that Mr. Lahey had been killed by something." Scott groaned.
"Your record for lying is getting bigger and bigger while your record for trust is getting thinner." He mumbled.
"You don't think I don't know that?" Emily muttered bitterly, glancing at Derek from the corner of her eye. "Hey!" She said loudly, slapping Derek's arm. Derek glowered at her hand. "Did you know that Gerard Argent is our new principle?" Derek glanced over at her sharply.
"What?"
"Yeah, I know." Emily looked at Scott through the rear-view mirror, sending him a pleading glance. Scott briefly nodded, getting what she was hinting at.
"Dammit." Derek muttered, when he drove slowly past the Lahey house. "The police are scattered everywhere. We're gonna have to wait until half eight."
"Why half eight?" Scott inquired.
"That's when they leave." Derek answered, driving further down the street and parking his car.
"How do you know that?" Derek glanced at Scott with slight irritation.
"Well, when the police were swarming my house, I noticed their routine. Get there are eight and then leave at eight. We'll have to wait an extra half hour because cops get chatty. Does that sound okay with you, or would you like to stroll in there now and demand to see the whole house?" Scott slumped further into the car seat sensing that this was going to be one of the longest evenings of his entire life.
Sorry for the long wait, I had the majority of this written a few days ago but got rather lazy and couldn't be bother writing the rest. Anyway, SEASON FOUR AIRS TOMORROW! Who's excited? I am. Although, I have to wait a few days until I can watch it. Oh, why can I not live in America?
PsychoticSmartypants asks; WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE WAS LYING? Haha, Emily does enjoy a good lie, even though she won't admit it. Maybe she's doing this to get a rise out of Derek? Who knows? Oh wait, I do;)
