Author's Note: Someone has questioned why John doesn't know about werewolves if Claudia was in the Hale Pack. He didn't know she was in the Hale pack. He just knew she and Talia Hale were good friends. I own nothing.
4. Following the Leader
Scott scrambled out the window and down the side of the Stilinski house. He ran to the Camaro about a block away and Erica rolled down the window. Stiles shoved a few of the shirts he'd taken from Stiles' room. Erica passed one to Boyd. One to Isaac, and one to Derek. Derek held up a hand and frowned.
"Scott, was the sheriff home?" Scott frowned.
"His cruiser wasn't there, neither was Stiles' jeep." Erica frowned.
"The Jeep should still be there. Boyd drove us to school this morning." Derek held a finger to his lips.
"Shut up. The sheriff is getting a phone call."
"Sheriff, we need you to come in. We found a car in the ditch just outside of town."
"My daughter isn't answering her phone, send out an ambulance and a few squad cars." The deputy on the phone spoke again.
"That's the thing Sheriff, it looks like Stiles' Jeep." Everyone in the two cars froze. The sheriff swore and grabbed his keys.
"Come get me now!" Derek rolled down his window and spoke seemingly to Jackson who was behind him in the Porche.
"Follow them, see what you can find out about the jeep. It might be a red herring, but it's worth a shot. Take Isaac with you. Scott, you come with me Erica and Boyd. We'll work on tracking Stiles scent." Scott could hear Jackson as he and Isaac switched places and Isaac made his way to the Porche.
"What about Lydia? No one's seen her either, and Erica you said you smelled her in the locker room." Derek nodded.
"Go by the crash first see if you smell any blood. If not go to Lydia's sneak in find something to use to follow her scent. Keep your phone on, we'll call you if we find anything." Jackson grunted in consent and Derek nodded as Scott buckled his seat belt and Derek pulled out of the parking spot and made his way back to the school. A few minutes later a patrol car pulled up to the Stilinski house and Jackson and Isaac slowly followed careful to keep a ways behind them so they wouldn't notice they were there.
Derek pulled up to the now empty high school and grabbed the flannel shirt from Erica taking a long slow sniff of the shirt. The others followed his example with their shirts Scott had grabbed from Stiles' room. Erica nodded to the others and set out to the girls locker room. Boyd followed and Scott set down Stiles' shirt on the backseat. Derek took another sniff of Stiles' flannel shirt and frowned. Something about Stiles' scent was very familiar. There was a tang to it that he couldn't quite place, he'd never had to focus on her scent before. It was similar to something he'd smelled before but he couldn't place what it was. He stuffed the shirt into his back pocket and finally got out of the Camaro.
Peter pulled off to the side of the road and glanced back into the backseat. She was still out cold. Peter glanced up and down the road, there was no one coming from either direction. He smiled, fangs poking out slightly. He unbuckled his belt and exited the car before opening the back seat door and carefully gathering Stiles into his arms. He was certain Derek, sweet Derek, had blocked out most of the happy memories he'd had for when he was young and so wouldn't remember the small cabin on the edge of the Hale Property the Peter and his wife had lived in. They hadn't lived in it long when the Hale fire had happened. They'd been at the Hale pack house for dinner that night with their baby girl and their two year old son. Peter had been the only one to survive so he hadn't gone back to their old house since. But now he needed it. It would be the perfect place to hide out just long enough to push Stiles to fan the spark inside her into a flame.
Jackson pulled up to the other side of the road away from the crash site. It was clear that it was Stiles' bright blue jeep. The front end was nearly wrapped around a tree and Isaac was most definitely sure that Stiles was gonna kill Peter by herself for hurting her baby. There was no scent of blood here but there was a scent Jackson didn't recognize. He sent Isaac out to see what was going on when he caught a whiff of a very, very familiar scent. He vaulted out of the car and sniffed deep. He knew that smell, strawberry shampoo, lilac soap and rose perfume.
"Lydia." He whispered before he took off into the woods. Isaac spotted him and cursed under his breath but before he could take off after him Sheriff Stilinski caught him by the arm.
"Son, do you know where Stiles is? Please she's all I've got." Isaac shook his head.
"I don't know where she is, but we're gonna find her. I promise." With that Isaac took off into the woods. The Sheriff swore and took off after the teen after nodding to his deputy who would take care of the crash site.