Derek and Accalia Hale sat across from each other in one of the cars of the abandoned train station they were currently calling home since the Argents had invaded theirs, they were locked in a stare down, green eyes clashing with green eyes. Derek leaned back with an annoyed huff never losing eye contact as Accalia crossed her arms over her chest and quirked a brow in accusation.
"Well, who was it?" Accalia demanded finally breaking the silence, her voice was clear and strong just border lining on hostile.
"Who was what?" Derek sighed his tone just the right pitch of bored innocence.
Accalia narrowed her eyes a hint of silver flashing through them as she responded "Don't insult my intelligence Derek or yours. I can already feel the pack bond and I would like to know who I'm now bonded too. So, I'll ask you one more time. Who. Did. You. Bite?" Derek's mask of indifference dropped for only half a second, but it was long enough for Accalia to see the guilty reluctance in his features.
She dropped her arms back down to her sides and leaned forward in her seat. "Derek, what did you do?"
He didn't have to answer when a minute later the sound of feet pounding down the metal stairs caught their attention, Isaac stumbled off the last few steps his curls were wet from the rain and hanging over his forehead, and he was out of breath from the panic "Derek! Derek!"
Accalia sat watching in confusion as her brother bounded out of the cart to meet him, "What's wrong?" Derek demanded and that's when it finally sunk in. Accalia felt her jaw go slack in shock. Derek had bit Isaac. Sweet innocent, skittish, wonderfully human Isaac. Her only escape from the supernatural. "You didn't" She breathed in disbelief watching Derek's shoulders tense from the door of the cart.
"It's my Dad." Isaac said in fear and Accalia finally pulled herself up and into the main room with them, "I think he's dead."
"What did you do?" She demanded, Isaac glancing at her shrinking under her glare.
"That's the thing," He said swallowing thickly.
"It wasn't me."
The next day Accalia had decided she wasn't speaking to Derek until further notice and the way she was speaking to Isaac wasn't the friendliest, she was power walking down the halls of school and he was hurrying behind her to keep up, "You're not going on that field Isaac"
"I have too I never miss practice I have to act as normal as possible" He insisted.
She whirled around to face him the ends of her chocolate brown hair hitting him in the face, he blinked rapidly while she snarled at him in a harsh whisper, "It's the full moon Isaac, you were just turned you have absolutely no control, how normal do you think you're going to seem when you end up murdering everyone on the field?"
He huffed, "You can keep an eye on me, I know I'll stay in control if you're there. And that way If It does get out of hand you could stop me, couldn't you?"
She scoffed "That would require me practically being on the field, and how would you figure we do that?" she asked her eyes trailing past him to the bulletin board covered in flyers behind his head.
She didn't hear whatever ridiculous plot Isaac was conjuring up at the moment, she was distracted by one of the flyers, an argument commencing in her head. No. she couldn't do that, it had been too long, but it would get her on the field, she glanced down at her outfit a purple crop top and black cargo pants with a pair of sneakers, she wasn't really dressed for it..
She caught Isaac's eye and realized that he was going to practice one way or another, and if she wanted to make sure he didn't end up killing someone and exposing all of them she didn't have any other choice. She sighed pitching the bridge of her nose cutting off whatever Isaac was saying. "I'll handle it. Just go to class and don't draw attention to yourself I'll meet you on the field later."
It was safe to say Accalia felt very out of place. Which was overwhelming for her because this use to be her place. She didn't seem the type and she knew it, but she had so much pent up energy growing up and she loved doing this, she practically lived for whatever competition was coming up next, until the next competition was scheduled for a Saturday in September and her house burned down around her that Friday night.
She shook away the thoughts when she noticed the line of girls in front of her getting shorter signaling it would soon be her turn. She watched the others while she mentally prepared, some of them fumbled on their landings, at least two were classically trained dancers – she could tell and one of them was over doing it just a little with the facial expressions but over all they were all pretty good. When her turn came up she took a deep breath and took off in a sprint tossing her body through the air hitting the ground and then doing it again and again before twisting and landing a little sloppier then she would have liked but she was out of practice and it was still just as good as the rest of them.
The routine they were supposed to follow along with was long and complicated and she was nervous, she fumbled and forgot steps and was flushing in embarrassment, the coach yelled out for her to relax and just have fun, the women seemed to be rooting for her and so she took another deep breath and did her own routine adding extra Hale sass and finishing up with a layout step out just for added flare.
When Accalia walked out onto the field after the final bell rang it she was wearing white sneakers, a white sports bra with the words 'BHH CYCLONES' written in maroon across the chest and her new uniform shirt, the school had opted for a skirt on the shorter side for safety when performing stunts, It just covered her butt and showed off the lean muscle of her legs. It was maroon with yellow and white striped bands along the top and the bottom, the top band was cut into a V shape at the front and the pleats were cut about three courters of the way up the skirt it wasn't distasteful and you couldn't really tell unless they did a stunt, but that didn't stop it from showing off slivers of her maroon cheer spanks depending on how much her hips swayed when she walked.
She let them sway, feeling confident despite the looks of disbelief she was getting the farther she walked onto the field. Until the sound of poorly concealed laughter reached her. She sighed "You really don't want to push me today Lahey"
"I'm sorry" He laughed coming to stand in front of her taking in her angry frown and hands on her hips combined with the pony tail and cheer skirt and he was in hysterics, "But isn't it like a requirement that Cheerleaders are, you know Cheerful?"
"Nope." She said popping the P she kicked her leg up to rest on his shoulder using him as a brace to lean against while she stretched. He rolled his eyes unaffected by her pressing up against him. He glanced around the field snorting when his eyes landed on Stiles, "I think you gave Stilinski a stoke"
She looked over her shoulder at him to see what he meant and chuckled. Stiles was standing there completely slack jawed looking torn between very confused, turned on, and jealous that she currently had her leg on Isaac's shoulder, while Scott kept trying to gain his attention.
"Hale!"
She rolled her head to the side to see her that her coach was the one calling her, while the rest of the Cheer team warmed up, and stole glances at her. When her coach noticed she had her attention she called out again, "You a flyer?"
She dropped her leg from Isaac's shoulder pulling it up behind her and arching herself into a perfect scorpion, her leg completely straight behind her head. Her coach nodded her head an excited grin lighting up her face, "Alright, let's go then!" she said waving her over.
"Remember" She said addressing Isaac while she walked backwards away from him, "Stay calm"
"It's kind of like a scent, but I can't tell who it was." Scott explained to Stiles. The team had filed out of the locker room and onto the field and with so many people and scents all mixed together he couldn't tell where the new werewolf scent was coming from.
"What if you could get them one on one? Would that help?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah, yeah maybe."
"Okay, I think I've got an idea."
"I told coach you're switching with Danny for the day," Stiles informed Scott, dropping heavily onto the bench next to him, his eyes scanning the field quickly.
"But I hate planning goal." Scott complained.
When he was met with silence, he turned toward Stiles raising his brow in question, "Stiles?"
Stiles glancing at him briefly, his eyes were wide, his face was flushed, and he was swallowing thickly. "Dude are you okay?" Scott asked.
"Why, is there a Hale on the field in a cheer skirt…and why is it all over Isaac?"
Scott followed his line of sight and felt his brows hit his hair line in surprise, "I have no answers for any of those questions. Get your emotions under control and tell me why I'm on goal"
Stiles sighed, "Remember when I said I had an idea? This is the idea."
"Oh." Scott replied as it clicked..
"There we go." Stiles smiled at him.
"What's the idea?" Scott asked, killing the smiling on his face.
Stiles gave him a look of disbelief, "I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes."
Just then Coach blew the whistle and Scott took his place in the goalie's net. The plan seemed to be working, but Scott kept leaving the goal to tackle the players, which was not exactly inconspicuous.
"McCall! The position's goal keeper. Not goal abandoner." Coach shouted, grabbing Stiles' arm, "Stilinski, what the hell is wrong with your friend?"
"Uh, he's failing two classes. He's a little socially awkward and if you look close enough, his jawline is kind of uneven." Stiles rattled off watching as Scott managed to knock Danny onto the ground and land on top of him taking a very noticeable sniff.
"It's Armani." Danny told him,
"What?" Scott asked dumbly,
"My aftershave. It's Armani."
"Oh. It's nice."
"McCall! You come out of that goal one more time and you'll be doing suicide runs until you die. It'll be the first ever suicide run that actually ends in suicide. Got it?"
Isaac was up next and his wolf was scratching right at the surface, his eyes glowed yelled and his dug his feet in taking off in a sprint toward across the field. Scott did the same and they collided loudly, landing partially on their hands and knees in front of each other.
Accalia saw it happen and ran across the field, ignoring her coaches yelled for her, she quickly got between the two wolves grabbing Isaac by the shoulder she pulled him up, his eyes losing the wolfy glow at her interruption.
That was when they noticed the police on the field heading toward Isaac, Accalia growled under her breath, "Dammit" she cursed
Isaac caught Scott eyes.
"Please don't tell."
A/N
That its for this chapter! If you want to see what I imagined the try out scene to look like go on youtube and look up hellcats try out scene, Accalia would be marti
