( magic bullet )
Isabelle and Allison were snuggled up in duvets and blankets peacefully sleeping; one on the bed, the other on the floor. A noise form downstairs woke both of the sleeping beauties from their rest. They looked at each other very confused and still slightly drowsy before pulling themselves up to go and check it out.
"What's going on?" asked Allison at the top of the stairs. Both girls went out of her room to find Mr. Argent there with a black bag and car keys in his hands with his coat and shoes on.
Chris looked up at the two teenagers, "Your aunt Kate just texted. I'm heading out to pick her up."
"But it's two in the morning. Is everything okay?" asked Elle, concerned for her best friends aunt who she had heard plenty about on the follow up to her visit from Allison. She already knew she would like her.
"Yeah, yeah. She's just having a little car trouble,"
"Not serious, is it?"
"No, just a flat tire. Go- go back to bed, girls," Chris said before smiling at them and leaving the house.
The girls took the advice and headed back to bed, "Do you think she's alright?" wondered Allison as she lay down again, hand running through her hair.
"If you're dad says she's fine, then she's fine. Don't worry about it." Elle replied, giving support to the concerned niece.
"Alright." Allison said, obviously still worrying about it.
Elle sighed. "If she was in any trouble, she will be fine now. Your dad's with her." She waited for Allison to disagree but thankfully the brunette stayed quiet. "Now can we get back to sleep?"
Elle woke the next morning by a very excited brunette jumping around and pushing her to get up, "You're going to meet her! You're going to meet her!" Allison chanted.
"Yeah I will when you get off of me!" Isabelle groaned. She rolled over and checked the time on her phone before begrudgingly getting up, aided by Allison. She then got dragged, both still in their pyjamas, to Kate's temporary room across the hallway.
They stood by the door and watched a very pretty blonde women scurry about unpacking her suitcases, not noticing the teens. When she finally looked up she was extremely surprised to see how well her niece had grown up in the time she had been gone and another stunning blonde next to her.
"I don't see you for a year, and you turn into a fricken runway model?" Kate gasped.
"Oh-" tried Allison but got cut off.
"Look at you! Oh! Hate you." said Kate, running her warms up and down Allison's before bringing her into a hug.
"I haven't even showered yet," excused Allison.
"Sweetie, you're a knockout. In fact, I hope you have the boys knocking each other's teeth out for your attention," Kate then turned to Elle. "Hi! You must be Elle right? Nice to meet you," Kate introduced herself.
"Nice to meet you too! Allison has told me loads," Elle said politely.
"Oh god no," Kate groaned, "But, seriously, is every one here like models or something? You are gorgeous!" Kate stated, pulling her into a hug.
"Thank you," Elle grinned.
"Do either of you have any boys? You better have!" Kate asked them.
"I kind of have one," confessed Allison, sitting down on a spare patch of the bed.
"You kind of have one? Well, you should kind of have a million,"
"Need some help unpacking?" asked Allison and went to unzip a bag.
"No, not that one. Oh." said Kate as she grasped Allison's wrist tightly to prevent her going into a bag of weapons, "See? You turn out beautiful, and I end up with this 'kung fu death grip'. Sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean to be so rough."
"No worries," said Allison as she rubbed her wrist where her aunt grasped it.
"Hey is everything alright with your car?" asked Elle as Kate walked into the bathroom
"Uh, yeah. I just needed a jumpstart, that's all," lied Kate.
"A jumpstart?" repeated Allison and Elle, both flashing back to the flat tyre story that Chris told them.
"If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?"
"I don't know."
"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?"
"I don't know."
"Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?"
"I don't know!" shouted Scott turning around to his best friend. The whole class turned to stare at the McCall kid at his outburst, "Jeez". Suddenly, his paper of a test they did a few days ago was returned to him and Stiles peered over his shoulder to see his grade.
"Dude, you need to study more. That was a joke. Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up. Do you want help studying?"
"No. I'm studying with Allison after school today," said Scott not understanding what was so important about what he just said.
"That's my boy!" gaped Stiles.
"We're just studying," said Scott, confused on what was so important about studying.
"Uh, no, you're not," stated Stiles.
"No, I'm not?" Scott repeated still confused.
"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God I'll have you de-balled," Stiles promised to the werewolf.
"Okay. Just- Stop with the questions, man," pleaded Scott.
"Done. No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek- who still scares me," Stiles rambled.
"Scott's coming over? Tonight?" Lydia asked as she, Allison and Isabelle walked up the stairs to go to their next class.
"What?! How come I didn't know about this?!" Screeched Elle, placing a hand on her heart in mock upset.
Allison, finding her reaction slightly comical with a mix of pitifulness, placed a hand on the blonde's arm stating, "We're just studying together".
"'Just studying' never ends with just studying. It's like- Getting into a hot tub- Somebody eventually cops a feel," Lydia explained to the novice.
"Well, so what are you saying?" asked Allison pausing the two others at the top of one flight of stairs.
"I'm just saying, you know, make sure he covers up," said Lydia mystically.
"Hello, snow white! Do it with him with a condom," Elle elaborated.
"Are you kidding? After one date?" asked a shocked Allison.
"Don't be a total prude-" Lydia started.
"-give him a little taste," Elle finished.
If Allison wasn't so nervous about the studying thing with Scott she would've laughed at how in sync the two teens were. "Well, I - I mean, how much is 'a little taste'?" asked Allison, her nerves building drastically.
"Oh, God. You really like him, don't you?" asked the two other girls. Lydia scoffed while Elle smiled warmly, finding it sweet.
"Well- He's just different. When I first moved here, I had a plan- no boyfriends till college. I just move too much. But- Then I met him, and- He was different. I-I don't know. Can't explain it,"
"I can. It's your brain flooding with phenylethylamine," described Elle.
"What?"
"I'll tell you what to do. When's he coming over?" Lydia asked.
"Right after school,"
"Hmm," hummed Elle and Lydia looking at each other with a mischievous glint in their eyes.
"Oh shit! I just remembered I need to drop something off at the front desk!' Elle panicked. "Okay, I'll meet you guys in class as I run this back, just say I'm in the bathroom or something, please?" She held out a pink slip in her hand as she turned to leave the two girls.
Rushing down the stairs she had just climbed, she turned the corner too harshly and came into a hard body. "Oof!" She stumbled back, looking at who she ran into. He was tall, with dark hair and green eyes but she could've sworn they were a bright blue a second ago. He would've been rather good looking except the sweat and paleness took that away from him, the sickly aura being overwhelming.
He panted, leaning against the wall for support. "Oh my God, are you okay? I'm so sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone to be there!" Elle apologised.
The unknown man held up a hand to silence her. "I'll be fine. Where's Scott McCall?"
"Scott?" Elle frowned, "Probably in class, has like history or something I don't know." She checked him over, "You look horrible, no offence, do you need me to call you an ambulance or something?"
The man shook his head as he tried to stand straight. "I'm fine." He turned to leave but didn't get very far.
Elle called out to him, "What's your name?"
"Derek." The man grunted before he left.
Elle stood there staring at the mysterious guy, Derek's, back until he was no longer in sight. Why the hell does he know Scott? The pink slip in her hand stayed forgotten as she made her way back to class.
"Oh my God," groaned Stiles in his jeep as an extremely bloody and pale Derek Hale appeared in front of it.
"Oh, no no-no-no, not here!" Scott also growled when he spotted the werewolf in the parking lot.
"You've gotta be kidding me. This guy's everywhere-" said Stiles getting out of his jeep and walking around it to see Derek.
"What the hell? What are you doing here?" asked Scott as he made his way over as well.
"I was shot," panted Derek.
"He's not looking so good, dude," pointed Stiles to Scott, feeling quite disgusted by the sight of Derek.
"Why aren't you healing?" hissed Scott.
"I can't. It was-it was a different kind of bullet," Derek explained.
"A silver bullet?" questioned Stiles, getting giddy by the second at the thought.
"No, you idiot," Derek sunk Stiles' excitement.
"Wait, wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours,"
"What? Who-who said 48 hours?"
"The one who shot you," explained Scott, "What are you doing? Stop that!" exclaimed an exasperated Scott as Derek's eyes flashed between his normal steely grey to a vibrant blue, his wolf's colour.
"I'm trying to tell you, I can't!"
"Derek, get up!"
"Help me to put him in your car," and together, the human and the healthy werewolf dragged the sick one into the passenger side of Stiles' jeep.
"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used," said Derek grabbing onto Scott.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?"
"'Cause she's an Argent. She's with them," he explained
"Why should I help you?" Scott questioned curiously.
"Because you need me,"
"Fine. I'll try. Hey get him out of here," ordered Scott to Stiles as he caught sight of Allison getting out of her car to make her way down.
"I hate you for this so much," said Stiles.
"Hey. What was he doing here?" asked Allison as Scott made his way next to her.
"Stiles was just, um, giving him a ride. Uh, long story," he half-lied.
"But I thought you said you weren't friends with him?"
"No, not really. Um, we're still studying together, right? So I'll meet you back at your place?" questioned the boy, trying to change the subject badly.
"Yeah," responded Allison, so it obviously worked.
"Okay, bye,"
"See you later,"
Scott had somehow been caught up into family dinner with the Argents. With Chris, Kate and Allison's mother Victoria all questioning him for his suitability for their daughter or niece, he was sure that would be one of the most traumatic experiences ever.
"I'm so incredibly sorry," apologised Allison when she and Scott were stood by the front door.
"For what?"
"For that being the worst, most horribly awkward dinner ever in the history of horribly awkward dinners," she explained.
"No. Uh, it wasn't the worst. There was this one dinner where my parents told me they were getting a divorce. This comes in at a close second," joked Scott. Allison gave a slight giggle and she leaned in, "Your dad's watching," said Scott, getting nervous.
"Good," grinned the Argent and their lips touched. The kiss was only a quick goodbye kiss but Scott still felt awkward as Chris was watching them.
"Wait a second, guys," stopped Kate just as Scott was about to leave.
"What is it?"
"Uh, I have to ask Scott something," Kate announced.
"Me?"
"Yeah, you," clarified Kate.
"Okay,"
"Uh. What'd you take from my bag?" she asked bluntly.
"What?" asked a panicked Scott, his heart beating fast and palms sweating.
"My bag. What'd you take from it? Do you need me to repeat the question, maybe enunciate more clearly?"
"What are you talking about?" he lied.
"My bag was open in the guest room, and when I left it was shut. And Scott comes in to use the bathroom, he leaves, my bag's open," Kate pointed out.
"He didn't take-" tried Allison.
"Something was taken from my bag. Now, look-I hate to be the accuser here, Scott, because I really do love those adorable brown eyes, but I don't know if you're a klepto, if you're curious, or-or if you're just stupid. But answer the question. What did you take?"
"Nothing. I swear," in that moment, Scott could never have been more thankful for Kate to be human so she wouldn't know he was lying through his teeth.
"You don't mind proving it, do you?"
"Are you serious?"
"How about you show us what's in your pockets?"
"Dad?" asked Allison for support when he walked into the hallway.
"Come on, Scott. Prove me wrong," Kate tested.
"Uh, I'll prove you wrong. Uh, it wasn't Scott going through your bags. It was me," Allison confessed while Scott looked at her wide-eyed at the confession.
"You?"
"Mm- hmm, me," and with that she pulled out a foil packet containing an unmistakeable design for a condom.
Scott left quickly after that and grabbed his bike ready to get to the veterinary clinic as soon as possible to save Derek when realised one thing.
It was a condom.
He grinned to himself, the inner teenage boy making its appearance when he thought of Stiles' words earlier in the day on 'studying never ends in just studying'. He will never doubt him again.