A/N: Thanks to the beautiful Gabe's-Girl-Forever, who gave me a good review (:, well I guess I'm continuing this story booboo's x3
Disclaimer: I own nothing that isn't mine *Tears May Fall*
Chapter Two: Research & Unexpected Visits
After their quarrel last night, Boyd and Erica decided to come home with Derek. Though it wasn't easy, Erica persuaded Boyd into returning home. Derek was furious. Furious at the betrayal of two of his pack members. Why? Why did they decide to leave? Had he not taught them well enough? Was he THAT much of a bad Alpha? He couldn't bring himself to think so. He was now lying down in the subway cart of the old abandoned train station, alone. His pack members no longer stood with him seeing as they now had 'lives' as they once put it. Boyd and Erica returned to their respective homes so they could clear up the whole runaway deal. It turned out that a hidden Will & Testament was found in the Lahey home, stating that the property, and a sum of 100,500 was left to Isaac's older brother in his father's absence, but seeing as Isaac is the only one left of the Lahey's, he received the funds. All of his pack had a home, except for Derek. The lonely Alpha. As he sat up, he rubbed his temples in confusion before remembering the name of the woman from the night before, Elena. In a hurry, he quickly grabbed his keys and his jacket, then ran out of the door, towards the Stilinski home.
Stiles was currently sitting in front of his computer, researching chemical compounds for his homework. He licked his lips, and rapidly typed away on his keyboard, clicking various links to different websites. With no luck, he sighed in frustration before shutting his laptop angrily. He buried his head in his hands, and scratched his head. Ever since Scott turned into a wolf, he never had much peace, or even sleep for that matter. He pulled out his phone to check the time, and it read 2:00 a.m. He sighed once more, and punched his desk in fury. He was definitely failing Chemistry class.
"Stressing?" said a voice from behind, making him jump crazy enough to fall out of his chair. Fumbling with himself to get up, he looked towards the direction of the voice to find Derek Hale standing over him, hand outstretched to help him up. Reluctantly, he grabbed it and was hoisted back onto his feet.
"You could say that," said Stiles, walking over to shut the window. Apparently Derek climbed through the window unnoticed and watched Stiles' tantrum, "What are you doing here anyway?" He asked bitterly, not wanting to deal with anything at the moment. Derek grimaced, and then scowled, not liking Stiles' attitude one bit.
"I actually came here because I need your help." Said Derek, scoffing, "But I guess this isn't a good time." He walked back towards the window, and slid it up. Getting everyone's cooperation already seemed hard enough. He'd have to come back and ask Stiles for help later.
"Look Derek, I'm sorry it's just –" he said before Derek raised a hand to silence him. Derek wasn't his Alpha, but Stiles still felt the need to obey him, or he'd become best friends with the walls pretty soon.
"No worries. I'll see you around. Oh, and by the way .. Thanks." Derek said sheepishly, before jumping out the window, and running into the night. Stiles just stood there reeling in the last word Derek said, Thanks. Thanks? Thanks? Since when did Derek feel the need to thank anyone? The guy was so full of himself that he never apologized, thanked, or felt guilty for anyone. Stiles shook it off, and closed the window, looking up at the crescent moon that shined in the night sky. He wished his mother was here, he wished he could talk to her somehow, to tell her everything that's been going on so he had someone else other than the wolves to talk to. She flopped down on his bed, and let the darkness of sleep take him away.
Scott was never one to go back on his word, but he insisted he'd try it once in a while. He promised himself he'd never go back to Allison, at least not for a while, but somehow on his patrol nights, he found himself patrolling around her home. Making sure the perimeter was safe, he then proceeded to climb the Argents' garage and then jumped onto the roof. He tip-toed from top to top, until he finally reached Allison's window. She wasn't in her room, which was strange seeing as it was already 2:15 am. He slipped his fingers under the window pane, and lifted it slowly, making sure that the window made no cracks or sounds whatsoever. Putting one foot in first, and then the other, he silently walked into the room and stood there, taking in the difference in Allison's room before her sudden hostility, and after. The walls used to be home to dozens of portraits, mainly butterflies. Allison loved butterflies, he thought to himself and smiled. The walls were now a dull grey color, nothing more. The desk used to be covered with her laptop, and books upon books of romance novels, but now only held the leather bound book Gerard once gave her. Her bed once had beautiful and colorful sheets that matched her vibrant personality, but it was now a plain black color.
Scott sat down on top of the bed, and reminisced of all the times he and Allison had fun together before all this mess happened. He remembered their first date, skipping school and hiking through the woods, where Allison 'soccer mom-ed' him before she crashed. He laughed at the memory, wanted to hold her in his arms once more. Where did everything go wrong? Oh, he knew the answer to that question. Peter freaking Hale. He turned him into a wolf, and his life went from sky-high, to hell-low. Scott sometimes longed for the days where he could be just Scott. Before he was turned from a normal teenager, to an animal. He got up from the bed, and looked in Allison's drawer. He found a small picture of them from a date at the mall. He smiled, and hugged the picture, before setting it down once more.
"I wondered when you'd be back." Said a voice from behind him. He swiveled around to see Allison climbing in from the window, apparently sneaking in. She took off her jacket and threw it towards her bed. Scott was both shocked, and scared. Shocked that Allison snuck out for some unknown reason, and scared of what she might do now that she knew he was in her room, uninvited.
"I'm sorry I .. just wanted to make sure you were ok." He said, closing the drawer behind him, "I didn't mean to just sneak in, I just .. I've been thinking about you a lot lately .. and, I wanna say .. I'm sorry." She stood there, hands in her back pockets, looking down at the ground the entire time Scott spoke. She walked over to the door, and leaned her head against it, hearing the sounds of the empty hallway before returning and grabbing Scotts hand and leading him to sit down on the bed.
"Scott, I should be the one apologizing .. I went nuts. After my mom died," she began, wincing at the memory before continuing, "I felt like I lost everything, seeing as Kate died just before her. Gerard was there one day and he gave me this note .." Allison began tearing, remembering the words written on the note. "He told me that my mom wrote it for me before she died, and that he found it under her pillow. It read, 'Allison, if you're reading this, it means that I'm no longer with you on this earth. Just know that I wanted what was best for you, I wanted what the family always wanted. A safe haven for you, from those creatures. The night of the full moon, I was attacked by Derek Hale, and I had no choice but to have someone kill me. I know you're upset right now, I know you have thousands of emotions flowing through you. I want you to channel them. Channel them into killing Derek Hale and his pack of mutts. Kill Derek and his pack, avenge me. Make them remember me Allison, make them remember what fear tastes like.' And then I just felt this .. this hate towards Derek. Towards everyone .. and that's when I snapped."
Scott was in awe. His face looked like a confused puppy as he gathered everything Allison said. His brain registering the fact that Gerard used the younger Argent's emotions to take control of her. It made him angry, and it was then he realized that Allison backed away from him, fear evident in her eyes. He looked down, and realized he was trembling, and he was mere seconds away from phasing in her room. "Why?" he began, "Why would he use you at your weakest?" he asked her.
"I don't know Scott. You know he never cared for me, or for anyone. He just wanted immortality, like the power hungry greed he is." She said, her worry calming as she laid a hand on Scott's shoulder. She missed the boy terribly, and as much she tried to be strong about it, she couldn't help the nightmares that haunted her about the mistakes she made. She almost killed Boyd and Erica, she almost killed Isaac, she almost killed Derek, and she almost killed Scott. She couldn't help but sob uncontrollably in the shower every night, dangerously scrubbing herself of all the sin she committed in the past week. She even came close to sliding a small shiny silver razor against her wrist a couple thousand times, but the pain never went away. It seemed as if the longer she was away from Scott, the more pain she felt, the more emptiness she felt, and the more angry she felt with herself. Scott saw the pain in her eyes instantly, so he decided to change the subject.
"So where were you coming back from?" he asked, motioning for her to sit down next to him again. She sat down, and threw herself back on the bed so she was lying down, facing upward.
"Just came back from a run. I run every night but I can't let my dad know that I'm out at this time, or he, will FREAK." She said, throwing her arms in the air for emphasis. Scott giggled, and so did she. Their love was most certainly forbidden, but that wouldn't stop them from being with each other. The Wolf, and The Huntress. A love who's bond cannot be broken, but little did they know, that it can be easily and severely damaged.
"I don't see what's the big deal!" said Stiles, as he pressed endless keys on his laptop, wondering what Derek was so stressed about. After Derek left, Stiles couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about what type of help Derek needed, so he called him. Derek was reluctant at first, but stayed on the phone and guided Stiles on what to search for.
"This is a big deal because your life, my life, and the rest of the town's life are riding on this information, now did you search up what I told you?" Derek asked, a bit of annoyance in his voice. He knew better than to answer a Stilinksi's call at this hour.
"Yes, Elena. But do you have any idea how many Elena's there are on this earth? It could take years to find the one you're looking for. I mean, were there any type of physical traits that might distinguish her from all the rest?" Stiles asked, his patience growing thin. He didn't need to see Derek in order to know that Derek rubbed his temples before speaking again.
"Stiles, it was dark okay? All I saw were her Alpha eyes." Derek said with his eyes closed, "Maybe if we-" he began before being silenced by Stiles. Apparently he found a link of interest on Google, and had been anxiously reading away.
"Listen to this!", he began, "Twenty-Three year old Elena Maverick went missing yesterday. She was last seen in the woods, the night of a full moon. Apparently, sources say a few weeks back she was bitten by a strange animal that made her delusional. She hasn't been seen since that night, and is still considered missing. Anyone who has contact with her, or has seen her, please call .. blah, blah, BLAH." Finished Stiles. He shut his laptop before flying towards his bed.
"Elena Maverick ..? Sounds familiar … where do I know her from?" asked Derek, who was continually tapping his index finger on his forehead. Stiles brought him back to reality.
"Derek?" he asked, "You're welcome." He hung up the phone, and left Derek to just stare at his own phone, in confusion. On the other hand, Stiles was laughing in his room, completely basking in his complete 'awesomeness' he called it. He gave Derek a taste of his own medicine. Next time, Derek will think twice about leaving him confused in the dust again.
A/N: I liked writing this chapter a lot, because I never really gave thought to how Allison & Scott acted around each other. I also decided to put my own interpretation of what was on the note that Gerard gave her. Plus, she deserved some type of explanation for her sudden hostility right? Scallison is a cute thing to write (: