I know this chapter is short. Sorry about that. But it's getting more dramatic and stuff, so Yay! I guess. Oh, and for those of you who are wondering, Jackson and Peter aren't in this. I don't know why, really. Just didn't put them in.
Chapter Seven: Cats and Crimes
"The cats don't like you very much," Ruby pointed out when Scott stumbled out of the cat's room, pulling a crazy cat from his shirt. He nodded and set down the bag of cat food.
"I know," Scott said. He sat down on the chair beside Ruby, who was looking at pictures in a vet book about kittens. "How did you find Derek?"
Ruby shrugged and said, "I just did."
Scott thought it over, "Is he your alpha now?"
"Is he yours?" She asked.
Scott shook his head. "No."
"Yeah, brothers do that sometimes," Ruby said, showing a picture to Scott. "What's wrong with that kitty's leg? Is it dead?"
"No, no, it's just a picture." Scott said.
"Oh," Ruby nodded. Ruby rubbed her tummy again, "I'm still hungry."
Scott nodded and got up to look for food.
Puppy chow didn't seem very good.
"Uh..." he fumbled around for the extra food Deaton kept for when they were working late nights. In the little fridge, he found some milk and on top of the mini-fridge, he found some Fruit Loops and foam bowls with plastic spoons. "Do you like Fruit Loops?"
Ruby galloped over in her shiny shoes and nodded, "Do you have milk?"
"Yes, yes, we do." Scott answered.
Scott ended up waiting for Deaton with Ruby at the desk. She sat on the tall stool and munched away on her cereal.
"So, how long have you been staying with Derek?"
Ruby noticed how his voice caught on the name and she looked up at him, confused. She shrugged, "I don't know. Do you like him?"
Scott sighed.
This would be a long day.
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Derek stood in Stiles' room, waiting for him for what seemed like a century. He looked over to the pictures on his desk, bored.
There was a picture of a woman, probably in her thirties, holding a young Stiles in her arms and petting a giraffe's head. They resembled each other undoubtedly.
It was Stiles' mother.
He picked up the photograph to get a better look. He noticed they had the same hair color and her eyes were just barely different from his. Wide and some kind of honey color.
When he heard footsteps, he quickly set the picture on the nightstand.
Stiles opened the door and nearly flew out the window when he saw Derek.
"Whoa!" He screeched, falling back on the door. He steadied himself and glared, "What the...what are you doing here?"
"I need your help." Derek stated simply.
"Oh, the great alpha leader needs my help!" Stiles mocked. He sighed, knowing he sounded arrogant. "Why? Is this about the kid you found?"
"Yes," Derek said. "I need you to find out where her remaining family is."
"Remaining family?" Stiles asked.
Derek nodded, "The rest of them are dead. They could've been a pack, but I don't know for sure."
Stiles nodded, "So, uh, how old is she?"
"Six," Derek said. Before Stiles could open his mouth for another question, he said, "Her name is-"
"Ruby, I know."
Derek nodded, remembering.
"Why do you need my help anyways?" Stiles asked, suddenly remembering he should be annoyed with him.
"I can't sneak in myself." Derek scoffed. "Your father has the keys anyways."
Stiles groaned, "As long as you don't get me in trouble again."
Derek nodded. "I just need some information."
Stiles sighed and agreed, "Alright! Let's just hurry up, okay?"
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"So, your name is Ruby Stark." Deaton confirmed.
Ruby nodded again, looking down at the kitten book again.
Deaton had arrived earlier and Scott had to tell him the details.
"Do you have a pack?" He asked.
Ruby looked up at him, shaking her head, "No more pack."
Deaton nodded, the girl seemed to understand.
"Well, we have some paper and pens if you want to draw." Deaton said, flashing her a welcoming smile. She smiled back and said, "What colors?"
"We just have black, if that's alright."
Ruby nodded eagerly, "Uh-huh."
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Stiles went through the computer, typing in names.
When he finally got into the system and found her name, he yelled, "Uh, it should be in the-"
"I've got it," Derek snapped. He looked through it and frowned.
"What?" Stiles asked, looking over his shoulder. "What's up?"
"Nothing," Derek pulled the papers away and shrugged off Stiles.
"What'd you find?" Stiles whined.
"None of your concern," Derek said, still looking through them with a clearly visible upset look.
"Uh, I helped you find it, let me see it!" Stiles was aware that he was acting like a child, but he couldn't help it. The curiousity was killing him.
"It's nothing you need to know." Derek glared, his eyes glowing scarlet and his teeth dying to grow in length.
Stiles backed off after that and groaned, "You..." He made angry motions with his hands and yelled, "I don't like you very much!"
Derek rolled his eyes. He had worse things to worry about.
"I have to go."
He pushed past Stiles and out to his Camaro.
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Ruby was sitting in the desk while Deaton and Scott worked in the back. She drew picutres of the kittens in the books, diamonds, her mommy's favorite dress and decorated it with hearts and stars.
The bell rang.
Ruby looked up.
"Hello!" She chirped.
Chris Argent smiled at her, nodding.
"Hello."