Shape Shifted:
Kristie lay with her head on Derek's lap. She looked around the old train car. "You know this isn't really the cleanest, most appropriate place to live." she said.
"It's all I could come up with. The Argents took over my house."
"You know you could come live at my house."
"And tell your mom and brother what? Hey, I'm gonna have my ex-fugitive boyfriend come live in my room with me."
"When you put it that way..." Kristie said smiling. She looked up at Derek and he kissed her.
"Derek!" A voice yelled. "Derek!" It was Issac. Derek and Kristie both stood up.
"What's wrong?" Derek asked.
"My dad. I think he's dead."
"What did you do?" Kristie asked.
"That's the thing. It wasn't me."
The sound of chains clattering, caught Kristie's attention as she sat in Coach Finstock's office. Kristie looked out into the locker room and saw Stiles and Scott standing at Stiles' open locker as a long chain fell out of the locker. Kristie chuckled and stood.
"A part of me wants to ask." Coach Finstock said as the last of the chain fell to the ground. "The other part says knowing will be more disturbing then anything I could ever imagine. So I'm gonna walk away." he said and did just that.
"That's a wise choice coach." Stiles said. Kristie walked over to the two and they kneeled to the ground to pick up the chains. Kristie looked up to say something saw Scott looking around the room, his eyes gold.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"There's another." Scott said. "In here, right now."
"Another what?" Stiles asked.
"Another werewolf."
"I told coach you're switching with Danny for the day." Kristie said, dropping the goalie's equipment at Scott and Stiles' feet.
"But I hate playing goal." Scott said.
"Remember when I said I had an idea?" Stiles asked. "This is the idea."
"What's the idea?"
"I seriously don't understand how you survive without us sometimes." Kristie said. The Coach blew the whistle and everyone got in line for drills. Scott went into the goal and the Coach threw the ball at the first player in line and blew the whistle again. That's when Scott ran out of the goal.
Kristie knew this was going to end badly. Scott was going to tackle each player and then figure out which one was the werewolf. The moment she saw the first player get hit, she knew she should have told Scott the truth. Issac was the new werewolf. But Kristie knew somewhere deep inside her, she couldn't bring herself to tell Scott about her and Derek. Not yet. Especially after what happened with Peter.
Two more players went down before Coach Finstock came over to Kristie on the bench. "McCall. What the hell is wrong with your brother?"
"Uh, he's failing two classes, he's socially awkward, and if you look close enough, his jaw line's kind of uneven."
"That's interesting." he said and walked back over to the players. Coach blew the whistle again and this time Scott took down Danny. "McCall! You come out of that goal one more time, and you'll be doing suicide runs till you die. It will be the first ever suicide runs that actually ends in a suicide."
"Got it coach." Scott said. Jackson looked at Scott.
"Hey coach. My shoulder's hurting. I think I'm gonna sit this one out." That's when Issac was in the front of the line. Kristie noticed he was breathing heavily.
"Oh no." she mumbled and stood. Issac got the ball and he and Scott ran at each other. They hit, both landing on the ground. Kristie winced and saw the two looking at each other, then up in the distance. Kristie saw three police officers, one of them Sheriff Stilinksi, walking towards the field. Kristie looked back over at the boys. Issac looked at her and there eyes met.
Scott noticed.
"His father's dead." Scott told Stiles and Kristie as he listened in on Issac's conversation with the police. "They think he was murdered."
"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Kristie asked, wanting to pull her phone out and call Derek.
"I'm not sure, why?"
"Because they can lock him in holding cell for 24 hours." Stiles said.
"Like over night?"
"Like during the full moon." Kristie said.
"How good are those holding cells at holding people?"
"People, good. Werewolves...Probably not that good."
"Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill people anymore."
"Yeah?" Stiles said.
"He does."
"Why would Derek choose Issac?" Scott asked as he, Stiles, and Kristie sat in chemistry class. He looked at Kristie.
"How should I know?" she asked.
"I don't know?" Stiles started. "You're the one who is shacking it up with the big bad Alpha werewolf."
"Why didn't you tell us Kristie?" Scott asked.
"Because after what happened with Peter, I didn't expect you to be thrilled that I was with Derek."
"Well, Peter told me if the bite doesn't turn you, it could kill you." Stiles said. "Maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving."
"Doesn't being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?" Kristie asked.
"Not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness."
"Wait!" Kristie turned around. "Danny, where's Jackson?"
"Principal's office." Danny said. "Talking to Stiles' dad."
"Why?"
"Maybe because he lives across the street from Issac."
"Witness." Scott said as Kristie turned back around.
"We got to get to the principal's office." Stiles said.
"How?"
"Everyon please turn to page 78." And that's when Stiles threw the paper at Mr. Harris. "Who did that?" Kristie pointed between both boys as they pointed towards her.
The three sat outside of the principal's office as Scott listened in on Jackson's interrogation with the police. Sheriff Stilinksi walked out of the office and Stiles tried to cover his face with a magazine. The sheriff rolled his eyes. "Hi Scott. Kristie."
"Hello sir." Kristie said.
The sheriff rolled his eyes again and walked away. The three turned to look after him. "Mr. McCall, Stilinksi. Ms. McCall." The three turned to see Gerard in the doorway of the office. "Come on in."
The three got up and walked inside the office, sitting down in the office. Gerard sat down and pulled out three files. "Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete." He closed the file and picked up another. "Kristie McCall. Academically accomplished, well on your way to valedictorian. Very nice. Lacrosse manager." He picked up another file. "Mr. Stilinksi. Perfect grades, but with little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse."
"Oh, actually I'm already-"
"Hold on. McCall? You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter."
"We were dating, but now we're not. Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other...At all."
"Relax Scott. You look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth."
"Just a hard break up."
"Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me. Now listen you three. Yes, I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."
"Is that so?" Stiles asked.
"However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention." Kristie and Scott turned to Stiles. He looked up at them.
"Oh come on!"
Scott and Kristie ran out of the school just in time to see Issac being taken away in a police car. They were about to go back inside when a black Camaro pulled up. It was Derek. "Get in." he said. Kristie smiled and walked over to the car, kissing him.
"You called him?" Scott asked her.
"I had to."
"Are you serious? He did that. It's his fault." Scott said to Kristie.
"I know that." Derek said. "Now get in the car and help me."
"No, I've got a better idea. I'm gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up."
"Not when they do a real search of the house."
"What do you mean?" Kristie asked.
"Whatever Jackson said to the police, what's inside the house is worse. A lot worse."
Kristie opened the door to the car and Scott sighed, getting in the back.
Derek, Kristie, and Scott got to Issac's house just as it got dark. The three entered, careful not to make it seem like anyone was home, so the police wouldn't be called. "If Issac didn't kill his father, who did?" Scott asked as he scanned the flashlight across the living room.
"I don't know yet." Derek said.
"Then how do you know he's telling the truth?"
"Because I trust my senses. And it's a combination of them. Not just your sense of smell."
"You saw the lacrosse thing today."
"Yeah."
"Did it look that bad?"
"Yeah." Kristie and Derek said at the same time. Derek put an arm around Scott's shoulders and took Kristie's hand and led them towards the back of the house and up to a door. Kristie felt that tingle up her spine and the burning on her neck. Something on the other side of the door wasn't right. "You wanna learn?" Derek asked Scott, opening the door. "Let's start now."
Scott scanned the light into the room. It was a set of stairs that led to the basement. Scott slowly walked down. "What's down there?" Kristie asked Derek.
"Motive."
"What am I looking for?" Scott asked.
"Follow your senses."
Kristie began to walk down the stairs and watched as Scott looked around the dark basement. "What happened down here?"
"The kind of thing that leaves an impression."
Scott kneeled onto the ground, running his hand over a set of nail marks on the floor. He looked up and saw a white cooler. He got up and Kristie walked over to it with him. She put the lock in her hand and heard a distant scream in her head. It was Issac's scream.
All of a sudden there was a light besides them. Derek had turned on the flashlight. "Open it." Kristie removed the lock and opened the cooler. There were nail marks all over the inside of the cooler, along with dry blood. The scream began to get louder and louder until she closed the door. They disappeared.
"This is why he said yes to you." Scott told Derek.
"Everyone wants power." Derek said.
"If we help you, then you have to stop. You can't just go around turning people into werewolves."
"I can if they're willing."
"Did you tell Issac about the Argents? About being hunted?"
"Yes, and he still asked."
"Then he's an idiot."
"And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter." Kristie heard herself say. Scott and Derek looked at her with wide eyes. "Sorry, Scott."
"I already knew your secret." Derek said, looking at Kristie with a furrowed brow. "And if I know, how long do you think it's gonna take for them to find out? You saw what happens to an Omega. With me, you learn how to use all of your senses. With me, you learn control." Derek lifted up Scott's hand, which now had claws. "Even on a full moon."
"If I'm with you, I lose her."
"You're gonna lose her anyway. You know that." Derek took Kristie's hand and began to walk toward the stairs to leave.
"Wait." Derek turned back to Scott. "I'm not part of your pack. But I want him out. He's my responsibility too."
"Why? Because he's one of us?"
"Because he's innocent." Derek nodded and he and Kristie left the house.
"What made you say that?" Derek asked Kristie.
"Say what?"
"You called Scott an idiot." Derek paused. "I was gonna say that exact same thing to him."
"I don't know, I just kind of heard it, and said it. Are you saying I read your mind?"
"Maybe. I remember it happened to my parents. They said they were so bonded, they could hear each other's thoughts, like when they were in trouble."
"Guess that proves I am your mate." Kristie said, kissing Derek.
Stiles pulled his jeep up to the station and stopped. "Okay, now the keys to every cell ar in a password protected lockbox in my father's office." Stiles told Derek and Kristie. "The problem is getting past the front desk."
"I'll distract her." Derek said, going to get out of the car.
"Wait." Kristie said. "You shouldn't go in there."
"I was exonerated."
"You're still a person of interest." Stiles said.
"An innocent person."
"In-you?" Stiles asked. Derek looked at him, in an 'I'm not taking your crap' kind of way. "Okay, fine. What's your plan?"
"To distract her?"
"How? By punching her in the face?"
"By talking to her."
"Okay. Give me a sample." Derek sighed and then looked at Stiles. Kristie knew exactly what he was gonna do and she didn't like it.
"Dead silence. Okay. Got any better ideas?"
"I'm thinking about punching you in the face." Kristie said.
Kristie and Stiles watched as Derek walked up to the front desk. "Good evening." The female officer said. "How can i help...You?" And she went all googly eyed over Derek. Kristie scoffed and rolled her eyes. Stiles smirked at her.
"Your jealous." he mouthed.
"Hi." Derek told the officer.
"Hi."
"Um, I had a question. Um, I'm-I'm sorry. I'm a little thrown. I wasn't expecting someone." Derek paused as Stiles and Kristie walked towards the police office doors.
"Like me?" The officer asked. Kristie rolled her eyes.
"Oh come on." she mouthed to Derek.
"I was gonna say "So incredibly beautiful", but, yeah, I'd guess that be the same thing." Kristie felt a growl escape her lips as she and Stiles went towards the office.
"Did you growl?" Stiles asked, stopping.
"Just keep going." Kristie said, pushing him forward.
"You're jealous." Stiles smirked. The two walked into the office and Stiles tried to unlock the box. It wouldn't work. He tried again and the latch came off. The keys were gone. "Oh no." They entered the hallway and began to walk the maze of hallways to find the cells. They bumped into an officer. "Sorry." Stiles said. "We were.." And that's when they saw his wound. The officer grabbed both of them, covering their mouths, pulling them towards the back of the station.
Kristie grabbed the fire alarm and pulled it as the officer/hunter pulled them into the holding room. He dropped them and when he turned towards the holding cell, the door was ripped off the hinges.
Issac appeared out of no where, transformed, and grabbed the hunter, throwing him against the wall. Stiles and Kristie hid behind the desk as Issac attacked the hunter and knocked him unconscious against the wall. Derek came into the room and stepped on a syringe with a dark liquid in it.
Issac turned his attention on Kristie and Stiles, and was about to go after them, when Derek roared at Issac, his fangs extended and his eyes glowing red. Issac cowered against the wall and turned back to normal. "How did the do that?" Stiles asked.
"I'm the Alpha."
Sorry this took so long, and it doesn't have that much original stuff in it, but I wanted to stick to story line so I could get this out to you guys. I have been trying to finish my summer reading so I apologize that this is so late. The video thing is still up to anyone, and thank you for all the favorites, follows, and reviews. Every time I get one I feel so good. Please review. :)
Also that episode was crazy on Monday. No way can anything happen to Mama McCall or Papa Stilinksi. I will protest if something does.