Thanks for the MRAFs! (:
Hope this chapter isn't disappointing. Someone asked for the timeline of this story; this takes place a year after season 2. So Scott, Stiles, Allison, etc. would be... seniors? If they were sophomores in season 1, juniors in season 2. I'm running off the idea of the Argents and werewolves being allies after the Kanima incident. But the relationship between the Scott and Allison's parents is great.
I bring in a bit of the past into this chapter.
Feel free to critique - doesn't matter if it's positive or negative.
"There! She's over there!"
Anna jumped to her feet, ignoring the painful throb on her side. "No, no, no," she whispered, racing through the trees. She couldn't get caught. She couldn't. Not when she could feel a warm breeze up ahead, telling her she's almost out of the forest.
"She's too fast! Let the dogs loose!"
She could hear the fierce barking and she pushed herself to run faster. Then, she felt a pull. Instinct. She spun around to face the dogs who were now in view, preparing to jump on her.
Instinct. She screamed at the dogs. They yowled, tails tucked in, and scampered back in the direction they came from. Anna gasped for air. "What?" she said, dazed by the sound she made. Because it wasn't just a scream. It was the same as her attacker – a vicious snarl.
Derek paced back and forth in his kitchen, replaying the scenes from last night. "Dammit," he said. "I must have sounded so stupid." He threw his microwave in anger. "I like your eyes… Your smile… She probably thinks I'm a creep. Idiot."
"No, she thinks you're a fine lookin' gentleman. We think you're a creep."
"Don't you know how to knock?" Derek snapped at Stiles.
Stiles looked to the main entrance, then back at Derek. "Knock? Dude, you don't have a door. Remember that fight you had here? By the way, which was last year so you should have gotten a door by now –"
"Call me dude one more time and I swear…"
"Alright! Not calling you dude."
"So, you never really explained the whole mate thing," Scott said. "But judging by the fact that you can't stay away from her… And your, you know, pervy obsession – lack of a better word… I'm going to say she's your mate. Right?"
"First intelligent thing I've ever heard you say, Scott."
"I say a lot of intelligent things. You just never listen."
"Remember the first few months when you were changed?"
"Yeah?"
"You used to be scared of me and not talk back. Those few months were the best."
"Okaaay," Stiles shouted, plopping on the ashy couch, coughing as the dust flew around him. "So, about that necklace."
"Yes, Scott. About that necklace. Where is it?"
He pulled it out of his pocket and tossed it to Derek. "Here. But you have to open it 'cause I can't. And I'm going to meet Allison in a few hours so we're gonna have to do this quick."
"No," Derek said, studying the necklace. "This is more important than screwing around with your hunter girlfriend."
"Are you serious? You're telling us to cut back on our freedom when you've been trying to get in that girl's pants – Crap!"
Derek yanked Scott up by the collar, his feet dangling. "Watch what you say. You might not be in my pack, but I'm an Alpha," he growled. "And you're just a lone wolf."
"Don't deny it." Scott struggled to loosen Derek's grip. "We saw you last night at the diner –"
"You two idiots were following me?" he shouted, throwing Scott across the kitchen.
"It was Scott's idea!" Stiles said, leaping over the couch to avoid Derek's outburst. "I told him it was a bad idea!"
The Alpha glowered at Scott, angry at having his personal life invaded and angry at not realizing he was followed. "Don't do it again."
Scott got up, straightened his clothes, and walked up to Derek. "Whatever. Just don't think you can fool us. We're not like your clueless pups."
Nodding, Derek said, "Fine." He looked back at the necklace, trying to find some kind of opening. "You want to see your girlfriend, Scott? Go. But ask her father about this." He gave the necklace back to Scott. "Chris should know what to do with it."
"I will."
Summer sighed, flicking a lock of hair away from her face. She bent down to pick up the bag of carrots that dropped from the top of her grocery bag and continued to walk up the path to the hotel room. The decision to move was a spur of the moment after her fiancé was killed so she didn't have time to search for an apartment.
She bit her tongue in frustration, balancing her groceries on her arm and hip, the other hand trying to unlock the door. "Honey, if you don't open up," she said to the door as she jiggled the key inside the lock, "I swear to heaven that I'll –"
"Need some help?"
Summer jumped, startled. The carrots fell but just before it hit the ground, a hand snatched it up.
"Oh, please don't frighten me again," she said, breathing deeply to slow her racing heart.
Derek grinned. "Sorry. Didn't think you were that jumpy." He placed the carrots back in the bag and took it from her.
Finally, she unlocked the door. "You stayin' at this hotel, too?"
"No." He shut the door behind him and put the bag on the table. Derek watched as Summer pulled back the curtains, letting the light shine in. "I was driving by and saw your car. Wanted to say hi." He helped her put the food in the tiny fridge. "Why are you staying here?"
"Didn't have time to find an actual place to stay. So decided this room would be best." She opened a pack of Yoplait and took one out. "Cheap, close to work and the library." She swallowed a spoonful.
Derek nodded. They finished putting the food away but he didn't want to leave. Summer noticed. "Wanna stay a while? I could use the company."
"Yeah," he said, smiling. He sat on the bed and frowned.
"What?"
"This bed is really hard." Derek looked around the tiny room before looking back at Summer. He watched as she ate her yogurt while staring out the window with a peaceful expression. His smile got bigger. "She's really beautiful."
"I realized something," she said, glancing at him.
He looked at her, curious.
"I don't even know your name."
Derek got up, walked to her, and took her hand in his. Shaking it, he said, "Derek Hale. Pleased to meet you, ma'am." He gave her a boyish grin and swelled with pride when she laughed. "I made her laugh again."
"That's somethin' a true Southern gentleman would say."
"Or maybe just a fine lookin' gentleman."
"Maybe." Summer looked up at him, glad she made her first friend since arriving at Beacon Hills.
He looked at their hands, gripping each other firmly. He felt the want – the need – to let go and instead pull her tight against him, embracing her. But looking at her other hand – her left hand – he noticed a faded, thin line wrapping across her ring finger. His breathing constricted and he felt a painful pounding on his chest. His vision blurred as he felt the wolf try to claw its way to the surface, angry and wanting to shred something, to make something bleed.
"You're married," he bluntly said, emotionless. The wolf wanted to hunt her husband down and devour him.
She gave him a pained smile. "Engaged." She tossed the empty cup into the trashcan and walked away from him to her suitcase. Summer pulled a photo from the bottom and handed it to him. "Was engaged." Her eyes watered and Derek wanted to kiss every drop.
Summer sat on the chair, resting her head against her hand.
He looked at the photo. Summer and a man were at a beach. The waves were high and the man was carrying her on his back, hoisting her above the water. Her head was back, laughing. The man, Summer's fiancé, was looking at her over his shoulder. Despite being just a photo, Derek could see the love in the man's eyes. "What happened?"
"He was killed." She wiped away her tears.
He stared at her, wishing he could do something to take the pain away.
"John was in the Marine Corps. A brave man. Came back home, said he wanted to grow old with me, then a month later, he got shot."
She took the picture from his hands and gingerly held it. "There was a robbery at a convenient store. One of the guys was 'bout to shoot a young boy. John pushed him out of the way and took the bullet instead." Summer looked at Derek, eyes red and wet. "One of his friends would always remind me, 'You can take a man out of the Marines, but you can't the Marine out of the man.' "
Derek took a step forward, wanting to hold her and brush the tears away.
"Part of me hated everyone after that. Didn't know people but I blamed 'em for his death. He volunteered to protect the people but he comes back home to no job, hallucinations, violent protestors, and murder. Family and friends told me to leave him but I couldn't. I wanted to be with him forever."
She laughed, dryly. "I'm sorry. This is embarrassin'. Didn't mean to cry in front of you."
"No," Derek said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Don't be embarrassed." He gathered the courage and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight against his chest. He wanted to be jealous. To hate the man who had her love first. At least, that's what the wolf wanted. But for some reason, Derek couldn't.
"Yeah," Scott said, nervous. "You're not going to, you know..."
"Tell?" Chris said. "I can't really go up to Lydia's mom and say, 'Scott stole your necklace. But we need it to save the world.' Can't have any more people know about the Supernatural world." He looked at the necklace under a microscope, trying to find some kind of opening he could stick the knife into, prying it open.
"Hahaha... Yeah..."
Allison rolled her eyes. Even after Chris told Scott he was in the good books and gave him permission to date his daughter, Scott was still nervous around the Argents - particularly her parents. "Scott, relax," she laughed. "I can literally swim in this tension." She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, interlocking her fingers behind his head. "Calm. Down."
"Please, don't bang in front of me," Chris said, poking and prodding the casing with the another tool.
"Oh my god, Dad!" Allison gasped, mortified.
Scott pushed Allison away from him, face red.
"Dad, I can't believe you just said that!"
"What?" Chris said, looking up from his work. "Isn't that what you teenagers say these days? 'Bang'? "
She stared at him in disbelief. "Do you even know what that word means?" She grabbed Scott's hand and said, "Come on" while rushing out of the study. "I think Mom came back with the pizza." She ignored her father's laughter and burst into the kitchen, surprising her mother.
"Don't barge in. It's unlady - like," Victoria scolded.
"You would, too, if Dad embarrassed you."
"What did he do this time?"
"He said 'bang', " Allison groaned, slouching in the chair.
Scott laughed. "Now that I think about it, it was actually really funny." He pulled a slice onto a plate, mouth watering at the sight of thick, melting cheese. "Thanks, Mrs. Argent."
"What did you say?" Victoria asked, looking at him with her brows raised.
"Victoria," he said. "Thanks, Victoria."
"Better."
"Hey, Marcus. It's me, Chris." He turned the necklace around in his hand before pouring himself a glass of scotch. "I got a problem. Call me back." He hung up, sighed, drank his scotch, and put the necklace in his safe. The death toll was rising. Tomorrow, it could be him, Victoria, Allison... This black fog, whatever it is, was bringing an emotion he hated; fear.
He walked over to his shelf filled with ancient books, texts, scrolls, pictures. Since the black fog hit the news, he had spent everyday searching through every documented piece on the Supernatural, reading, rereading, rereading again. He even spent thousands of dollars buying items online - most of them were fake. "What the hell are you?" Chris decided it wasn't related to shapeshifters - the were species and others. Nor was it related to vampires or witches. He glanced at himself in the mirror and the big dark circles under his eyes, red and burning from lack of sleep.
He leaned his head against the shelf. Maybe it was time to let bygones be bygones and call his estranged cousin in South Dakota. Chris may be a hunter but Bobby Singer was a better hunter. A much better hunter. Chris knew about werewolves, vampires, and witches. Hell, even as a child, Chris would go with his family to hunt them. But Bobby believed in more. Sure, he believed in what Chris did, but Bobby also believed in zombies, fairies, shtrigas, and changelings.
Chris felt guilt. He remember trying to convince Bobby the Supernatural existed but Bobby never listened. And then, after Bobby's wife was killed, Bobby tried to convince Chris there was more to the Supernatural. But that time Chris didn't listen.
He walked over to the telephone, preparing to dial the number he could never forget, but stopped. He couldn't. Not after what happened that night.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Chris shouted.
"You don't understand. There are more things out there than just weres and vampires and witches." Bobby dumping the salt around the two of them, and again, and again in a circle. "There can't be any breaks. No gaps. None. None." He grabbed a fire poker and tossed it to Chris. "It'll keep you safe. Trust me, Chris. It'll keep you safe. You gotta be safe."
"Bobby, shut up!" He threw the poker back at Bobby who looked at him, incredulous.
"No! You need to use this as a weapon! It hates iron!"
"Bobby, calm down! What the hell is going on?"
The lights flickered before shutting off. The wind was howling, rain was pouring, and thunder was the loudest Chris has ever heard.
"No, no, no. It's here," he whispered, eyes wide with fear. He held out the poker in front of him, waving it around.
"Bobby. Look at me! What's here?"
"The demon."
Chris groaned, rubbing his forehead to ease the splitting pain between his eyes. That was the night Chris left home. After years of putting with his cousin's hallucinations and ridiculous stories, he pack his things and left. As Chris walked to his car, he heard a shout inside the house but he was so upset he didn't go back in.
It wasn't until five years later that Chris knew Bobby was telling the truth all along. Chris had been out for a run when he saw something... a human - like freak dragging bodies into the forest while gnawing on a severed arm. He spent months researching, trying to identify what the monster was until finally he found it - Wendigo. And then he knew. He knew that everything Bobby tried to tell him was the truth.
Chris slammed his hands against the desk. "Come on," he said, gritting. "Just call him, goddammit."
He yanked the phone up, dialed Bobby's number, and held his breath as he heard the ringing. One ring, two ring, third, fourth.
"Who the hell is this?" a gruff voice said.
Chris could feel sweat trickle down his face. Biting his tongue, he sighed, figuring it was too late to chicken out. "It's me."
Nervousness crept up his back as silence was on the other side. "... Chris?"
Stiles jolted up, awake from his nap. His neck hurt from being at an awkward angle. "Ah, note to self. Never sleep in a chair again." Stiles stood up, stretching and wincing at his sore muscles. He was about to walk out of his room when he heard a voice downstairs. He froze. His dad was still at work... wasn't even coming home at all until tomorrow afternoon.
He panicked. Stiles crept towards his door and peeked out. "Hello?" he called out, afraid. "Dad?"
He reached over his hamper and took out his lacrosse stick. Holding it in front of him, he tip - toed down the hall and down the stairs, flinching as his foot pressed down on the squeaky step. "Shit!"
His mouth dried as he heard the intruder's whispers stop. "Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck!" He saw a shadow stretch forward, coming around the corner, and he held his breath.
"Sto-aaahhhh-p!" he screamed as he jumped the last few steps and spun around the corner, stick high above his head before swinging it down.
"What the -" a voice shouted.
Stiles felt his lacrosse stick get yanked but he struggled to keep hold of it.
"Stiles!"
He opened his eyes, not realizing that he had kept them shut the entire time. "Ly... Lydia?" he said, panting.
She glowered at him. "Yes, you moron! Who did you think I was?"
He stared at her, mouth opening and closing foolishly. "Uh... Gee, I don't know. Maybe a robber? One of the crazies my dad arrests coming to get revenge? What the hell are you doing here?"
She shook her hair back and tossed him his lacrosse stick. "I was bored." Lydia straightened her dress and looked at him, expectantly. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"I'm hungry!"
"Oh! Okay. That's cool." Stiles was confused. "So... Why are you here?"
She rolled her eyes before taking Stiles' phone from his pocket, ignoring his shout of surprise. "I'm ordering pizza for dinner."
Stiles watched as Lydia walked away towards the kitchen. "Hi. I want pizza with olives, peppers, extra cheese, and..."
When he was sure she was out of view, dropped the stick and jumped in the air, fists high above him "I got a date!"
He flushed when he heard Lydia shout from the kitchen, "I heard that. And it's not a date."
Just want to say... This is not a crossover. I just wanted to use Bobby Singer from Supernatural as a minor reference. He'll only be mentioned in this chapter and the next. ):