THIRD PERSON

"Repeat, suspect is on foot. We're in pursuit, heading northwest," Sheriff Stilinski said over the radio as he followed a running Derek.

Said criminal werewolf, ran as fast as he could until he slid to a stop when a truck pulled up in front of him. He could not afford to stop now. He jumped up and ran another way.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"He's on foot. Just ran into the iron works," Chris Argent, who drove the truck, explained to his sister.

"Wait, wait, did you say on foot?"

"Yeah, into the iron works."

Kate was confused. "Running?"

"Yes. Running." A tad irritated, Chris Argent hung up the phone on her.

"If he's on foot then," Kate asked herself, speeding after a black Camaro, "Who the hell is driving his car?"

RAEGAN MCCALL

"Can we play some music?"

"Really, Sam?" I asked.

"We're in a car chase, and in the movies they always have music."

"I really don't think Ed Sheeran is suited for this kind of situation."

"Obviously," she rolled her eyes. "I mean the type of music Derek listens to."

"He listens to music?"

"I imagine him listening to emo music," she said. "Ooh! Maybe we can listen to 'Teenagers' by My Chemical Romance."

"Wow," I smiled. "I'm surprised you know who they are."

"You do know there is a thing called Tumblr, where angsty, emo teenagers go, Rae. Of course I know who they are."

"I think you guys are forgetting the fact that we're in A HIGH SPEED CAR CHASE!" Stiles yelled.

Okay, let me explain really quick what was going on; we're driving Derek's car as he runs away from the cops. That should ease your minds for now.

"And you call me the dramatic twin," Sammy huffed at Stiles.

I looked behind me and saw that the car was still on our ass, "Uh, Scott..."

As he held the wheel tightly, he asked, "Faster?"

It was a pretty awkward question, considering my dirty mind, but I kept it in.

"Much faster," Stiles answered, as he saw how close the car was to us.

Shifting the gears with a constipated look on his face, Scott sped up.

It really didn't do much, or Scott just didn't know how to freaking drive fast. He should've let me drive. I drive like Edward Cullen, which is actually why I still haven't gotten my license

"Okay, Scott. I don't think you're grasping the concept of a car chase here," Stiles said, looking behind us at the car that seemed to be getting closer to us.

"Yeah, Scott," I said, hitting the back of Scott's seat. "Step on it!"

"If I go faster, I'll kill us," Scott replied.

"Well, if you don't go faster, they're gonna kill us!" Sammy yelled.

Scott sped up and I fell back into my seat.

I rubbed my head lightly, before turning to see if the car was still chasing us. But they weren't. They were gone.

"They're gone," Stiles and I said simultaneously.

Scott looked quickly and saw it too. Suddenly, Stiles pulled out the radio he took from his dad and turned it on.

Stilinski's voice came on, "All units: suspect is on foot, heading into the iron works."

And that was our Batman signal.

Scott immediately drove to where the iron works were at.

We got there in the nick of time, because Derek was crouched on the floor. He looked like he was trying to dodge something.

I couldn't really see anything in this car, but I had a hunch someone was shooting at him. I mean, I've seen my fair share of action movies. Scott quickly pulled up next to him and I moved over so Stiles could get in the back with Sammy and I.

Stiles opened the passenger door for Derek, and jumped in back as he shouted, "Get in!"

Derek looked up at whoever was shooting at him, then charged to his car. He jumped in quickly to dodge all the bullets, and once he was in, Scott was out of there.

We all yelped as bullets hit Derek's car.

It was really loud. You know who else is loud? Scott.

He was currently shouting at Derek, "What part of laying low don't you understand?!"

"Damn it!" Derek cursed as he hit the dashboard. "I had him!"

"Who?" Stiles asked, stupidly, "The Alpha?"

"Yes!" Derek yelled. "He was right in front of me, and the freaking police showed up."

That hit Stiles, "Whoa, hey, they're just doing their jobs."

Derek didn't like that comment. He turned to Stiles and gave him a glare that would make the sheriff shiver. And if you know the sheriff, he's a tough guy.

Stiles shrunk back away from Derek.

Then it was time for Scott to get chewed out. Derek snapped, as he glared now at Scott, "Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state."

"Can we seriously get passed that?" Scott asked.

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh sure, because making someone a fugitive is so small. Hate to say it, actually I don't, but I told you so. Again."

Scott groaned and said, "I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."

"Yeah," Sammy defended him. "People make mistakes."

Derek glared at Sammy.

"I mean, we were wrong and we are sorry for that mistake!" She turned to Scott. "Scott, you made a dumbass mistake."

I couldn't help but laugh at how intimidated she was by him.

"Alright!" Stiles shouted. "How did you find him?"

Derek looked at him, then scoffed lightly.

"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott asked, glancing at him.

"Yeah, all of us," Stiles demanded, and Derek gave him look. "Or just him. I'll be back here." Stiles sat back.

Looking away, Derek spoke, "Look, 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."

"Like our shitty chemistry teacher?" I asked.

Everybody gave me looks.

"What?!" I defended myself. "He is a shitty teacher."

"Why him?" Sammy asked.

Derek looked uncertain. "I don't know yet."

Scott glanced at him as he asked, "What's the second?"

Reaching into his pockets, Derek pulled out a paper with a drawing on it and said, "Some kind of symbol."

The symbol was a weird shape with, what looked like, a dog in the middle of it.

Scott looked at it and made a noise of protest. And that, ladies and gents, is Scott's 'I-know-something' face. It's like a mixture of smelling something bad and being extremely constipated. You don't see it too often though. Burn, indeed.

Derek saw it too. "What?" he asked him. "You know what this is?"

Scott shook his head, but explained, "I've seen it on a necklace. Allison's necklace."

|| Teen Wolf ||

"It's going to be impossible, you know," Scott said as we walked through the school doors the next morning.

"Just ask her if you could borrow it," Stiles suggested.

Scott frowned, "How?"

"It's easy," Stiles said, "Just say 'Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on or in it that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you.'"

"You're not helping," Scott said, grumpily. "She won't talk to me. What if she only takes it off in the shower or something?"

"That's why you ease back into it. Get back on her good side. Remind her of the good times."

"Yeah, like when you guys ditched school and did God-knows-what," I suggested, wiggling my eyebrows.

Scott's cheeks darkened. "No."

I grinned at his embarrassment and Sammy laughed.

"Then," Stiles smacked Scott lightly on the chest, "You ask for the necklace."

Scott didn't say anything, but that creepy smile made its way onto his face. I knew that face…

Stiles and I both hit him on the chest. He caught his balance, and looked at us. I had a feeling he knew why we had hit him, because that little, pervy smile didn't leave his lips.

"You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you?" Stiles questioned.

Scott had the decency to look away and say lightly, "Yeah."

"Ew!" Sammy exclaimed. "Scott, that's so disgusting!"

"Really?" Scott raised his eyebrow at her. "So you're saying that you've never thought about Isaac that way?"

"We've only been on one date!"

"That's not answering my question," Scott laughed.

Now it was Sammy's turn to blush.

"I'm taking that as a yes," I laughed, pointing at her red face.

"Okay," Stiles said. "Stay focused, okay? Get the necklace, get the Alpha, get cured," he hit Scott's chest again. "Get Allison back. In that order, got it?" Then Stiles turned to walk away.

I turned to Scott and hit his shoulder, "Necklace, Alpha, cure, Ally. You got this, Scotty. Later."

As I made my way to the bathroom, I saw Allison. She looked up at me from her locker and I smiled at her. She smiled back, but it wasn't her usual smile.

When she looked away, I took a peek to see her necklace. There, just like the drawing Derek had shown us, was the necklace Scott was trying to get.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

Stiles said he had an idea.

So after school, Stiles pulled into the driveway, and parked the car. I followed him into the house and locked the door behind me, before following him up the stairs.

He ran to his computer, while I made myself comfy on his bed. I threw myself on it, before noticing a dark figure in the corner. I turned to it slowly. It was Derek.

But before I could say anything, I heard Dad making his way up the stairs, "Hey, Stiles!"

Stiles turned around and saw him, "Yo, Da-Derek?"

Derek glared at him while motioning to be quiet. He then pointed to go to the door, I'm guessing, to get rid of Dad. It would be kind of hard to explain why there is fugitive in your room.

"Uh, um," Stiles sputtered as he ran to his entryway.

"What'd you say?" I heard Dad ask from the other side of the door.

"What?" Stiles said dumbly. "I said 'Yo D-Dad.'"

I chuckled and slapped my hand to my mouth, which seemed to make much more noise. I looked at Derek, who gave me an 'are you serious' face. I shrugged hopelessly at him.

"What was that?" Dad asked. "What are you doing, Stiles?"

"N-nothing. That was just… m-me chuckling and clapping. I've been looking into magic and stuff. You know, hocus pocus!" Stiles tried to cover up poorly.

Derek rubbed his face irritatedly, before gesturing me to go to the door as well.

I quickly stood up, as I heard Dad moving closer to the door.

"I just wanna see your room, Stiles."

"No, Dad," Stiles protested. "Look, I can explain."

I grabbed the door and pushed myself out so both Stilinskis could see me. I waved at Dad sheepishly, "Hey Dad, how's it going?"

"Why'd you lie?" he asked Stiles, "You know what, I don't think I even wanna know." He cleared his throat, "Uh listen, I've got some things I've got to take care of, but um, I'm going to be there tonight. I mean your first game."

"My first game," Stiles grinned. "That's great, awesome. Uh, good."

I smiled and mumbled, "Exciting… first game…"

Dad smiled at both of us before addressing Stiles, "I'm very happy for ya. And I'm really proud of ya."

"Thanks," Stiles said. "Me too. I'm happy and proud... of myself. Sammy is, too."

He nudged me and I nodded, "So happy and proud."

"So they're really going to let you play, right?" Dad asked.

Stiles nodded, "Yeah, Dad. I'm first line. Can you believe that?"

Dad practically glowed as he smiled. "I'm very proud."

Stiles sighed a bit and replied, "Ah, me too. Again. I'm-agh," Stiles said as Dad pulled him into a hug. I stood to the side as the two men hugged. "Huggy," Stiles mumbled, "huggy, huggy."

"Hugs not drugs," I said, lightly. God, this is so awkward.

Dad looked at us again weirdly before saying, "Alright, I'll see you two there."

"Yup," we answered.

And once he walked away, we ran back into the room. Immediately, Derek threw Stiles against the door. "If you say one word…" Derek left the silent threat trailing.

"Oh what?" Stiles asked. "Like 'Hey Dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun.'" Derek backed off a bit and Stiles was too smug. "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules buddy." And with that, Stiles smacked Derek's chest with the back of his hand.

Derek nodded and released his hold on Stiles' jacket. He straightened it out before moving back.

Stiles let out a breath and straightened Derek's jacket in return. Stiles went to move past him and Derek fake lunged at him. Stiles got scared and yelped, "Oh, my God."

I snickered at him. But then Derek gave me a look, shutting me up.

"Scott didn't get the necklace?" he questioned.

"No. He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try… The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."

"So?"

"So it wasn't Scott."

"Well, can you find out who sent it?"

"No, not me, but I think I know someone who can," he said, turning to me.

"You mean…?" I questioned.

Stiles grinned, "Yup."