Okay guys sorry this took a little longer to get out. I'm dealing with a move right now so posting has been put on hold a lot. I will try to get chapters out as soon as possible. And to answer the review left, yes Stiles and Alexis will be together but it's going to be a slow build relationship because they are both so ignorant about their own feelings plus a lot of character build needs to happen before then. Anyway enough babbling hope you enjoy and reviews would be appreciated as always!
000
My feet slap linoleum, converse squeaking as I jog down the long hall way leading to the boys locker room. I huff breath coming out in short burst as I go as fast as I can through the sea of students. The blood rushes in my ears a cold sweat running down my neck as I charge through the halls from class. People curse and yell as I speed through and burst through the gym doors and into the boy's locker room.
Most of the guys are out already, but a few are just strapping on their lacrosse gear when I come barreling through. A few yells reach my ears, and even a few whistles which I respond to with my very elegant middle finger. It takes a moment but when I finally find him I immediately freeze from the despair on his face. He stands there shirtless leaning against his locker with his lacrosse pads setting on the floor at his feet, eyes wide and staring miserably at the wall.
I watch him anger slowly boiling before a familiar buzzed head pops up beside me. He pauses in his walk to the field, brows furrowed and sends me a concerned glance. After I give a quick shrug he looks back at my brother frowning.
"Did you talk to her?" he asks softly.
"Yeah." Scott says in a weak voice making me frown agitation building even more.
"Is she giving you a second chance?" I ask hesitantly, making Scott nod. Relief floods fallowed by confusion because if she was giving him a second chance why did he look like his life was over?
"Great!" Stiles cheers. "So problem solved!"
"No." Scott says weakly making Stiles and I both look at him confused.
"No?" He asks as Scott shakes his head. Stiles and I both exchange looks of confusion before looking back at my brother.
"Scott?" I ask. "What's going on?"
"You remember the hunters?"
Stiles nods automatically as I feel the anger boil at the mere mention of those people who shot him a few nights ago. It made me furious, insanely furious and as my brother mentions them now while talking about Allison, I feel dread ball up in my stomach.
"Her dad is one of them."
My face drops, Stiles drops his gym back to the floor, sport drinks and sneakers spilling out as we both stare at him. I just couldn't wrap my mind around what came from his mouth. Allison, the girl he seemed to oogle over since he saw her, the girl who didn't seem to be able to hurt a fly, who has become one of my closes friends in only a week, is the daughter of a man hunting my brother.
"Her dad?" Stiles asks.
"Shot me." Scott says nodding.
"Her father?" I ask still not processing this.
"With a cross bow." Scott mumbles eyes wide.
Stiles and I immediately look at each other wide eyed before asking simultaneously, "Allison's father-"
"Yes her father!" Scott yells making some of the people still in the locker room look at us. I give them a smile hoping it looked authentic before spinning around to see my brother begin freaking out.
"Oh my god, what am I gonna do?!"
"Hey!" I say softly stepping up and laying a hand against his bare shoulder. "It's okay Scotty just calm down. I mean he didn't recognize you right?"
"No, I-I don't think so."
"Well does Allison know about them?" Stiles asks and Scott's eyes widen even more with fear. I spin glaring at him even though his question was a good point, it was so not the time to ask it.
"I-I don't know." Scott stammers. "W-what if she does? Oh my god she's gonna kill me guys!"
Suddenly gold colors tint my brother's eyes, his chest falling rapidly and that tightness returns to my stomach full force. Stiles moves shoving me behind him, seeing my brother on the verge of his break down and gently grabs his shoulders.
"Hey Scott listen to me. None of that matters okay, just uh... focus on lacrosse alright?" he says throwing my brother his gear. "Just focus on Lacrosse."
"Lacrosse." Scott mutters.
"Yeah alright?" Stiles grins. Gently shaking him. "There we go."
Scott nods pulling his gear on and moving sluggishly out the locker room door. Stiles watches him sending me a worried glance before we fallow him out. The wind blows bitingly against our skin as we walk and when we reach the field Finstock grabs them by the shoulders throwing them into the line of players.
I frown, Stiles sending me a reassuring nod as Jackson takes a long stick, playing on defense. The first kid runs and Jackson reflects his blow like a solid brick wall as the kid hits the earth. Coach blows his whistle the next guy more hesitant than the younger one before plowing forward getting the same results along with all the others. My muscles freeze body tensing and watch as he pummels all the other players who try to get past him.
I bite my nails, a nasty habit I should quit, while sitting on the freezing bleachers waiting for the dreaded minute it was Scott's turn and when it was I felt my nerves spike out of control. Finstock blows his whistle my brother moves forward and hits the ground painfully in less than a second. A sigh escapes head shaking as I watch Scott climb painfully to his feet only for coach to walk over saying something.
Scott bows his head, shoulders rising and falling rapidly and that same gut clenching feeling I got before when he got bit and in the car with Derek. I rise to my feet then, my brother moving back to the front of the line, and charges forward slamming into the Jackson so hard I even heard the crack.
Jackson hits the ground and Scott stumbles away hitting his knees. I'm moving, feet carrying me down the bleachers on auto pilot as I zone in on my brother. The guys on the team all rush over to Jackson as coach shoos them all away and I catch Stiles as he moves over to Scott. I reach them in seconds Stiles bent over my brother as they murmured to each other and can visibly see his body tremble.
"Scott?" I ask softly making Stiles turn looking at me with wide eyes.
"No Lex stay there." he snaps before he helps my brother stand and ushers him to the school.
I watch them go in slight shock before sprinting after them cursing myself for being so damn short and will my legs to move faster. I make it into the school and down the hall seeing Stiles and Scott disappear behind the locker room door as I chase after them. The door burst open and I charge in seeing them crouched on the floor, my brother on his knees hands clutching his head as Stiles stands over him.
"Scott?"
"No what the hell Lexi, I said stay back there!" Stiles barks moving toward me his hands in the air. Scott says something his head shaking and as Stiles tries to keep me away I shove him ducking under his arms.
"Lexi!" Stiles yells grabbing me but I only rip my arm from his hold moving closer hand reaching out and touching my brother's shoulder.
"Scotty?" I ask softly only to be met with my brothers suddenly gold eyes. They widen when he sees me his teeth sharpening into fangs and my brother looks at Stiles and screams, "Get her away from me!"
Before Stiles can even move though tuffs of hair sprout on the side of Scott's face, his nose scrunching and both sets of canine teeth sharpening into deadly fang like points. My eyes widen fear freezing me to the spot and I can't help the words spilling from my mouth, "Holy shi-"
Suddenly my brother launches at me cutting my words off as I yelp stumbling backward only for Stiles to pounce knocking me to the ground. We hit the floor sliding into the lockers before he's up grabbing me and pushing us toward the door.
Scott jumps over the lockers though blocking our path and I turn pushing Stiles instead. He stumbles back us both rushing for the other door but Scott easily pounces across the pipe on the ceiling landing on a bench growling furiously. I gasp Scott launching at me and my back hits the ground. A yell escapes my lips hands trying to push him off but it's no use.
"Scott stop!" I plead thrashing as he snarls fangs so close to me I want to scream even though his helmet was guarding my face from harm. A unwelcomed whimper escapes as his hands pin my wrists with bruising force making me thrash even more.
"Scott snap out of it!" I plead. "It's me Lexi! Scott please!"
He roars and suddenly a cold white mist sprays, Scott jumps back surprised and an arm wraps around me hauling me up while the mist still sprays. The locker room door closes behind us my back hitting a wall and when I look up Stiles is crouched in front of me fire extinguisher raised as if he were gonna smack my brother with it.
He looks over at me after a second honey colored orbs meeting mine as he asks, "You hurt?"
I shake my head body quivering despite myself and Stiles scans me over before meeting my eyes. He seems to find no injuries and I squeeze his shoulder reassuringly whether for his benefit or my own. His shaking lacrosse covered hand comes up resting on top of mine calming some of the nerves inside me going haywire.
"Stiles?" A weak voice rings out making us both look at each other before stumbling to our feet. Stiles looks inside and relaxes pulling me into the locker room with him. We walk in and Scott immediately looks over, sweat sliding down his face and breathing heavy.
"What happened?" he asks making me sigh and shake my head as Stiles throws his lacrosse gloves angrily to the ground.
"You tried to kill me, oh not to mention your sister again." he snaps bitterly
"What?" Scott says breathlessly, puppy dog brown eyes snapping to me horrofied as I frown shaking my head.
"It's okay-"
"No it isn't." Stiles argues. "You could've killed her Scott!"
"Stiles!" I bark making said boy glance at me as I glare. "I'm fine. Lay off."
"No you're not, he has to get it!" he snaps turning to look back at him. "I told you, it's the anger. Anything that makes your pulse rise, it's a trigger."
"But that's lacrosse." Scott sighs. "It's a pretty violent game if you haven't noticed. Besides everyone gets angry how am I'm suppose to avoid that!"
"Yeah well it'll be even more violent if you maul someone on the field. Oh lets not forget what might happen if you manage to actually hurt one of us." Stiles snaps back. "You've attacked us twice Scott, what happens when nothings there to stop you."
Scott looks down hands running down his face. "I didn't mean too."
Frowning I move forward wrapping my arms around his shoulder and kiss his sweaty hair. "We know Scotty, but we have to figure something out and until then you can't play."
"But I'm first line." he whimpers.
"Not anymore."
He sighs nodding and Stiles frowns sitting beside him on the bench clapping a hand on his shoulder. "We'll figure it out man. We always have a plan b right?"
My brother gives a weak smirk but lets it fall staring at the ground. And as I stand behind him a ball of dread builds like cement inside me. What the hell we're we gonna do?
000
Later on as we get back to the house Scott sulks as if the world was ending. I had tried talking to him the entire way home only to get silence. So as he heads up the steps with sagging shoulders I fallow quickly behind. He immediately throws open his door not even bothering with the light as he collapses face first on the mattress with a dramatized groan.
"Muah ife dis stover." he murmurs in the mattress.
"What?" I laugh flipping on the light making him lift his head with a sullen face.
"I said my life is over." he says dramatically before burying his face back in his comforter.
I snort rolling my eyes and drop my bag on his floor with a thump. Then with a grin I leap up on his bed and landing on his back. He grunts the mattress dipping from our combined weight sending us both to the floor in a heap. This at least has both our combined laughter flowing through the room and when a soft knock comes from his bed room door we both giggle glancing over to find mom in the door way.
She smiles at us arms crossed over her chest and dressed in her scrubs. Giggling herself she steps into the room saying, "Hey."
I giggle disentangling my brothers limbs from my own and sit up to meet her in a hug. She kisses my head a smile spreading and as I look her over I frown asking "Late night again?"
A frown stretches as she sighs nodding, "Yep sorry kiddos, but I am taking the night off for your first game Scott."
"Mom you can't." My brother says sitting up.
"Oh come on one shift won't break us," she laughs then adds as an afterthought, "Completely."
Scott frowns and I can tell he doesn't have the heart to tell her he may not play. Hell I don't even wanna tell her, I mean I haven't seen mom look this proud of Scott in a while and I haven't seen Scott look that proud of something as he did the night he told her he made first line. So right then as I watch the pride in my mother's eyes and the misery in my little brothers, I realize that we had to find another way because I couldn't take that away from either of them.
Mom frowns though reaching forward and brushing some of my brother's dark hair from his face asking, "hey what's wrong with your eyes?"
My head immediately snaps toward him eyes wide but see that there is no gold coloring, no strangeness to them at all, they're completely normal. Scott looks terrified though and as he looks at me I shake my head rapidly as mom continues to scan over him.
"What do you mean?" he asks making her frowns as she gently tilts his chin.
"You got bags under them." she muses softly. "It looks like you haven't been sleeping."
"He's just stressed." I say calmly my elbow resting on his shoulder as mom seems to get that concerned look in her eye that tells us she bought it. Scott immediately relaxes the same time I do and our victory is short lived because she seems to take this as we were hiding something. Which I guess we were but I doubt she thought it was that he was a freakin werewolf who slept walked in to the woods at night.
"Stress? Are you sure that's it? I mean it's not like you're on drugs or something right?" she says eyes snapping between us.
We both blink glancing at the other then back at her and a part of me is suddenly relieved. Drugs, that was the first thing she went to, no Scott and I never did any of that aside from the pot stiles wanted to try last year but at least she didn't suspect her son was turning into the wolfman.
"Guys?" she says her face turning into stern mama mode.
" You mean like right now?" Scott says innocently and I automatically want to slap him.
"Right now?!" Mom snaps in disbelief eyes going wide and I send my brother a furious gaze. "Have you ever done drugs?"
"Have you?" I ask hoping to throw her off, and when her face drops I know it worked. She shakes her head in exasperation standing before walking for the door.
"Just get some sleep you guys."
I watch her go gathering her stuff and hollering a quick 'love you' over her shoulder before the front door closes. Immediately I turn to my brother who sighs, "I think she bought it."
A laugh escapes my head falling onto his shoulder before I shake my head and climb to my feet. "Yeah but next time let me come up with an explanation alright?"
He frowns rolling his mocha orbs before nodding and I take that as my leave heading for my room to get ready for some sort of sleep.
000
After a little while of peace I manage to have gotten my clothes out and finished the last bit of homework I hadn't done at lunch before my phone rang. I immediately spin in my desk chair grabbing the blue cased device off my night stand to see a picture of a grinning Stiles lighting up the screen. A sigh escapes and I press the talk button a waiting the bad news.
"Hey." I say softly. "What'd you find out about Jackson?"
"Lexi!" Stiles says panicked.
"What's wrong?" I immediately ask shooting up from my desk chair the minute a loud thud comes from Scott's room. "Stiles hang on."
"No Lexi wait!" I hear him yell as I place the phone on the table.
And that's all I hear before voices yelling floats down the hall from my open door. I instantly spin moving for Scott's room down the hall and feel my heart pound against my ribs. His door is shut and I nearly ram into it before managing to throw it open. The heavy wood fly's open to reveal Scott and Derek Hale standing there making me freeze on the spot a heavy sense of fear noting in my stomach.
"If they find out what you are they find out about me! About all of us! it's not just the hunters you have to worry about its every one!"
"They didn't s-see anything! I-I swear!" Scott stammers and Derek slams him into the wall hard.
"Yeah and they won't you know why because if you even try to play on Saturday I'll kill you myself!"
His threat suddenly ignites a very bad feeling in my chest and when I take in the man's fists in my brother's shirt and the fear in Scott's eyes I lose it.
"Hey!" I yell both wolves turning to look at me as if noticing my presence for the first time. "Get the hell off my brother before I call the police on your were wolf ass."
The older wolf turns, eyes menacing but despite the fear quivering inside me I straighten my shoulders glaring.
"The cops, that's your threat?" he scoffs.
"Yeah, Fido that is my threat, our best friend's dad is the sheriff and it'll only take two seconds for him to get here and arrest your furry ass. So you have three seconds to let him go before I press speed dial."
Derek's eyes harden and flash blue for just a moment before he turns leaping toward the window and easily swinging himself out. I immediately rush over slamming the window shut and swiftly sliding the lock for good measure even though I'm pretty sure he could bust through the wall if he wanted. So I turn away trying not to panic and see my brother slide down the wall through the corner of my eye.
I immediately rush over inspecting him for any injuries before sighing and shaking my head. He's shaking, whether from fear or anger I'll never know and as we sit there until he's calm enough I can't help but want to put a stop to the were wolf who just keeps on ruining my brother's life.
000
That night I had to explain my lovely encounter to Stiles who had frantically called his father. Papa Stilinski had immediately called asking if we were okay and I had to quickly make up some lame excuse about us mistaking the raccoons for a burglar. Of course the sheriff insisted that he come check things out but after a few reassuring promises to call him if anything else happens he drops the subject.
Scott of course is a mess most of the night, neither of us getting much sleep at all, so by time school comes around I feel like punching a wall. So when my brother finds me just before our Physical Science class telling me Finstock will take him off first line if he didn't play the game, I almost scream.
"What?" I seethe as we stand there students bumping past us and want to literally rip their arms off.
"I know." he groans hitting his head on the lockers. "And Allison invited us to go out with her Lydia and Jackson after the game, Plus she's coming to see me play what am I gonna do?"
My head throbs, fingers pinching the bridge of my nose as I sigh and slam the door of my locker shut. Some other students turn surprised and I irritated send off a venomous, "What?"
The heads turn back and Scott gives me a timid once over. "You okay?"
" I'm exaughsted a freaking homicidal werewolf broke into our house and now your dumbass coach is threatening to take you off first line if you can't play. So no Scott I'm not."
My brother's eyes widen, his feet carrying him a step back before he looks away from me pursing his lips. I sigh realizing how bitchy that whole sentence was and wince shaking my head. "I'm sorry, look we'll figure something out okay?"
He nods and grabs my bag from the floor carrying it to Physical Science. Once inside the class room Mr. Danvers calls students up for problems and the rest immediately have to right down notes. I spend the whole class willing myself to stay awake and when Lydia returns from doing a problem on the board she spins in her seat in front of me.
"Why did your brother just tell me sort of isn't playing tomorrow?"
My hands pause on the notes I'm scribbling and look at her through narrowed eyes. Her strawberry blonde eye brows arch expecting an answer, green eyes accusing and that's all it takes for me to snap. Jaw clenched I look at her bitterly and furrow my own brow.
"Why is it your business whether he's playing or not?"
"Oh he made it my business after he brutally injured my boyfriend who could have easily played tomorrow but now can't. So he doesn't have a choice." she snaps as I laugh bitterly, pencil on my desk and narrow my brown eyes on her green.
"Look, I was kept up all night last night, had some stupid mutt try to break into my house and I am in no mood for this." I sneer making her emerald eyes widen. "So Lydia I suggest you take you queen bee attitude and leave me alone before we get into an argument you won't win."
She gawks at me, red lip stick covered lips forming the shape of an 'O' and before she has time to even think of a response the bell ring dismissing us from class. I stand collecting my things and briskly walk out of the class not even bothering when she calls out my name. Scott walks with me down the hall, sending me a glance every once in a while and I know he heard my conversation with Lydia.
"You okay?" he asks as we walk making me sigh readjusting the strap of my bag.
"Don't worry about me little brother." I sigh rubbing my face tiredly. "I'm a big girl."
He frowns at me, giving me a face at the 'little brother' comment and shakes his head. "I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to apologize for."
"It just seems like everything is falling apart because of me-"
"Scott." I scold shaking my head. "Don't even go there."
He goes to argue further but hands suddenly latch onto our shoulders jerking us over. I sigh seeing Stiles behind us and Scott instantly groans, "What?"
"What're they saying?" Stiles questions pointing down the hall and as a few students move out of the way I see Stiles dad in the hall. Scott frowns focusing in on them and as he stands there Stiles grows impatient.
"Can you hear 'em-"
"Shh!" Scott hisses back and after listening in for a moment frowns. "A curfew because of the body."
"Unbelievable!" Stiles complains. "My dad's looking for some rabid animal while the jerk off who actually killed the girl is just hanging out doing whatever he wants."
"Well we can't exactly tell your dad the truth!" Scott snaps and suddenly I have an idea.
"Maybe we don't have to." I announce making both boys look at me confused. "I have an idea."