SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"You want me to do what?"

Danny looked at me then back to Stiles in surprise.

Stiles did not stutter. "Trace a text. Well, two to be exact."

Danny insisted, "I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do." Suddenly Danny turned to me and questioned, "And why are you here? Aren't you lab partners with Tim?"

I waved it off and pushed him, "Come on, I'm sure Harris wouldn't mind if you neglected his work just this once." Then I clapped my hands together and said, "You know what? I'll even talk to him for you."

Danny looked at me and shook his head, "No, Sammy. Lab work, not fugitive work."

It's time to crack down and bring out the lip. Blinking my eyes at him, I pushed my bottom lip out a bit, and said in a sad tone, "Please, Danny. You're our only hope." I was feeling a bit theatrical.

He groaned and averted his eyes from me.

Stiles chuckled somewhat evilly (he knew the power of my pout), "Just give in, Danny."

At the sound of Stiles' voice, he looked at him then back to me. He raised his hand to me and I knew I had won. I was seriously amazing with my look. I'm simply remarkable-

I sputtered as Danny's hand engulfed my face and pushed me away. "No, no, no. I'm not doing it, so both of you can just drop it. I'll say it one more time – We are doing lab work, nothing more."

I squinted at him in anger.

"Look," Stiles said, "We'll do lab work...once you trace the texts."

Danny quirked an eyebrow and asked, "And what makes you think I know how?"

"Well, I looked up your arrest report, so…"

"I was thirteen," defended Danny. "They dropped the charges."

Stiles made an inaudible noise as he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Danny was not going for it, as he said, "No. We're doing lab work." With that, he grabbed a chair and began to pull out his stuff.

Stiles sighed and turned to the computer, where he began typing. Angrily, might I add?

Danny sat down next to him, while I stood behind Stiles. I was inspecting my nails, when Danny leaned in closer to ask a question. "Who's he again?"

I assumed he was talking about the mysterious figure that was lingering in the corner of the room, pretending to read.

"Um," Stiles started, looking back at Derek. "My cousin." I resisted the urge to facepalm, and smiled assuredly when Danny looked at me, as if he was checking for confirmation. "Miguel."

Danny looked back to Der- Miguel. Chuckle, chuckle. "Is that blood on his shirt?"

Stiles and I both turned quickly to see that Derek did in fact have blood on his shirt. Stiles widened his eyes at me before answering Danny, "Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds."

I nodded, vigorously.

"Hey Miguel," Stiles called out to Derek. The look on Derek's face was deadly. "I thought I told you could borrow one of my shirts." Stiles nudged his head toward his drawers. Pft. As if those huge muscles could fit into Stiles' scrawny shirts.

Derek closed the book and threw it on the bed, exaggeratedly, before standing up and walking over to the dresser. He took off his shirt.

Oh, if only Rae were here…

"So anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably -"

Derek interrupted him, "Stiles?"

We all turned to him.

He held up the shirt. "This," he pulled at it and said, "No fit."

"Then try something else on," Stiles replied. Stiles turned back to Danny, who had an uncomfortable look on his face.

I practically saw the light bulb go off in my evil twin's head.

"Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny?" He nudged his head towards Derek, who had put on a tight, hideous blue and orange striped shirt.

"It's - it's not really his color."

"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…"

"Stiles!" Derek yelled. "None of these fit."

Danny caved, "I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text."

|| Teen Wolf ||

"There. The text was sent from a computer," he pointed to the laptop screen. "This one."

"Registered to that account name?" Derek asked.

"No, no, no, no. That can't be right." Stiles was baffled.

"What?" I came to look at the screen. In red letters, it read:

Account registered to - Melissa McCall.

RAEGAN MCCALL

"What do you mean? Why would my mom send the texts to Allison, pretending to be Scott?"

"No. We're not saying your mom sent them, just that they were sent from your mom's computer. We thought you should know. We're not telling Scott because of his big game tonight. We're going over to the hospital now, to find out who sent them from her computer," Sammy told me, over the phone.

"Well, come pick me up. I'm coming, too."

"Okay, we're on our way."

|| Teen Wolf ||

Sammy, Stiles, and I headed into the hospital, while Derek waited in the car.

We made it in without any trouble, but something felt off. Glancing around, I turned to the twins, "This may be overly cliché, but it's quiet. Too quiet."

Sammy nodded, "Terribly cliché, but you're right. Where is everybody?"

"This is weird," I said, then gestured to Stiles' phone. "Call Derek to let him know that nobody's in here."

He nodded, and dialed his number. Derek picked up, and asked him an inaudible question. Stiles answered, "Look man, I said I can't find her." When Derek said something else, Stiles gestured us to follow him.

I realized we were heading to Derek's uncle's room. Only thing was that he wasn't even there.

"He's not here. He's gone, Derek," Stiles told him.

I shook my head. "What the hell? This is getting even weirder."

Stiles nodded at me, but then froze.

Suddenly, I could hear Derek's voice as it rose higher and higher through Stiles' phone. "Oh my G- Stiles, get out of there right now! It's him! He's the Alpha! Get out!"

Ever so slowly, we turned to the right to see Derek's so-called sick uncle standing there.

"You must be Stiles and Samantha," he said, smiling. Then he looked at me, "Nice to see you again, Raegan."

My breathing became increasingly faster, as did my heartbeat. Stiles stared at him before grabbing my arm and pulling me away to make a run for it. I couldn't take my eyes off of him though. Only when I heard a woman's voice did I.

"What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over." It was the redhead from before, when Scott and I first saw Derek's uncle- the Alpha.

Stiles seemed to piece everything together. He pointed towards Red, "You…" Then to the Alpha, "And him…" Then back to Red, "You're the one…" Back to Alpha, "Oh my- and he's the-," A glance to Sammy and I. "Oh my God, we're going to die." He glanced back and forth from Red to the Alpha. "We're going to die."

Suddenly, I heard something fall and I turned to see Red falling to the floor, unconscious. I turned my head and met the green eyes of Derek. He glanced at me before looking to the Alpha as he spoke.

I shivered at his voice. "That's not nice. She's my nurse."

A nurse that was doing a little too much.

"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people," Derek easily retorted before addressing us, "Get out of the way."

Stiles dragged us away to the other side of the hallway.

The Alpha wasted no time as he began walking closer to Derek. "You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?"

Derek's eyes flashed bright blue as he growled at his uncle. Jumping against the wall, Derek lunged for the Alpha, but he slammed Derek against the hospital wall. I winced at the impact and my eyes widened as he got back up, the Alpha just throwing him back against the wall again. This time Derek stayed down.

"I can't believe this," Sammy stated. She was shocked, like the rest of us.

"Me either," Stiles said.

"We have to warn Scott," Sammy told him.

I was silent, trying to wrap my head around everything that had just happened. A million questions were going through my head.

I can't believe Peter Hale was the alpha.

A/N:

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