Chapter III: Not Just In Trouble…
A/N: This story is becoming a lot of fun for me. I would like to thank MidnightMoonWarrior for her beta help. This was not an easy chapter to write, especially with Scott and Sam in wolf mode. Hope everyone enjoys it! SSD
As they escaped, the new wolves ran into the woods. Everything was new with interesting smells, sounds, and colors. Though the colors were a bit fuzzy the new wolves were still able to make their way around the woods with relative ease.
The smells of the various other animals in the forest were distracting. The deer, the squirrels, the owls, and the little ground squirrels were the most easily recognizable scents. There were no signs of mere humans.
Suddenly, the male turned around to face the female wolf. He thought she smelled familiar, before realizing something important. She was a member of his pack and even more importantly, she was his twin. They had never been apart. She was trustworthy.
The female stood stock still in fear. Though this was her twin, she knew instinctively that he could knock her around if she put a toe out of line. She eyed her twin warily, barely breathing.
Once they were done inspecting the other, the twin wolves were off into the night, neatly avoiding the vines that would trip them on the forest floor.
The leaves and pine needles crunched underfoot, even though some of them were several days old, wet from the rain. Others were still firm and made a strangely satisfying crunching noise as they ran over them.
Time no longer seemed to have any real meaning for them as they gamboled about in the woods. Exploring took on a whole new meaning. They dragged their claws (which already seemed to be just an extension of their hands) across the bark of trees, leaving jagged marks and playfully splashed each other in the stream until they were wet everywhere.
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They'd been running wild for a bit when a familiar, but different scent hit the male wolf. It was Allison's scent, but what was she doing here?
"Where is she?" the male snarled.
"She's safe. From the both of you." The female craned her neck around trying to find where the voice was coming from. Suddenly someone else was upon them, wrestling them to the ground roughly.
They rolled for several feet, before the twin wolves were slammed into the tree, their heads cracking together. It was Derek.
"What did you do with her?" Sam growled.
"Shh. Quiet." Derek seemed to be looking around for any threats. As he took in a breath he muttered, "Too late. They're already here. RUN!" he barked before taking off like a shot.
After pausing for a moment, the twin wolves got up and started to run before a flash of light strung across their vision before screwing with their eyesight before it exploded, causing them both to rub their eyes and blink, trying to clear their vision. Of course, no sooner did their vision come back, two crossbow bolts streamed out, nailing them to the nearest tree as they roared out in excruciating pain.
The man who had shot the crossbow was on point. Turning to the two behind him, "Take them." He commanded.
Just as the others were about to end the existence of the twins, one of them got thrown into the air and a short time later the second one in the back got thrown as well, hitting the ground with a hard crack.
Once the one that had shot them turned around, Derek was right in front of them, yanking the arrows out of their arms. Not wasting a single moment, all three of them ran like hell. Scott and Sam had their human faculties now, something which they both were eminently thankful for.
When they finally stopped to catch their breaths, Sam muttered,
"Who the Hell were those guys?"
"Hunters: The kind that have been hunting us for centuries." Derek told them.
Scott, who was still in panic mode, shot back,
"US? Don't you mean you? You did this to the both of us!" Sam looked at Derek with some suspicion as well. It was logical jump to make, that Derek may have done this to them.
Somehow remaining calm, Derek asked,
"Is it really so bad Scott, Sam? That you two can see better-Hear more clearly and move faster than any human could ever hope?" He paused for effect before continuing, "You two have been given a gift that people would kill for. The bite is a gift!"
"Yeah, well I don't want it!" Scott countered emphatically.
Looking back at Scott for a moment, "You'll want it," Derek asserted. Turning to towards Sam, he asked, "What about you Sam? Do you want it?"
Thinking very carefully, Sam whispered, "It's not the first "gift" I would have asked for, but… I can learn to live with it." Sam was looking Derek directly in the eyes as she said that.
"That went better than I expected," Derek thought before getting back to business. "You two are gonna need me now, if you even want to think about controlling it."
Looking directly at Scott he said, "You and me Scott, we're brothers now." His tone brooked no arguments. Turning back to Sam he asserted, "You're my sister now. I'm your brother now as well."
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Thankfully it was now morning with Scott and Sam walking down the street, holding the arms that had been shot the previous night gingerly. Neither of them was wearing a shirt, so both twins were shivering a bit. They hadn't spoken much since Derek had sent them on their way, after doing his best to drill into them some common sense about their new condition.
A short time later, they heard the very familiar wheeze of their friend's Jeep. No matter what Stiles tried to have fixed, it just would not go away.
When he pulled up to them and killed the engine, Stiles turned to them and drawled,
"Wow Sam. You look hot." He looked her up and down taking in the navy blue sports bra and athletic shorts.
Giving her and Scott's best friend a filthy look, Sam snapped, "Zip it Stiles, or you'll find yourself without a tongue." She then clambered into the back seat of the Jeep, with Scott following behind her, not even bothering to try and suppress his chortling.
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They'd been riding in silence for a few moments, before Scott broke the silence with, "You know, what actually worries me the most?"
Sharing a look in the mirror with Sam who was rolling her eyes, Stiles hissed, "If you say Allison, the both of us are going to take turns punching you in the head."
"She probably hates me now," Scott whined. Sam rolled her eyes at that statement. Her brother was turning into a lovesick idiot and she didn't like it one bit. They had bigger, more important issues to worry about now. Like the fact that they were nearly MURDERED not 10 hours previously! Scott had shit for timing.
Grumbling, Stiles muttered, "Ugh, I doubt that severely. But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology."
Sam cut in with, "Yeah, if a guy pulled something like that on me,it would take a lot for me to even think about giving him another chance."
"As I was saying," Stiles interrupted, "Or, you know, you could just- Tell her the truth- and revel in the awesomeness that you and your sister are werewolves, for cryin' out loud!"
Of course, Sam and Scott gave him looks that could've melted titanium. Since they were at a stoplight, Sam smacked Stiles upside the head.
While he was rubbing his head, Stiles conceded, "Okay, bad idea." His voice took on a comforting tone, as he reassured, "Come on, we'll get through this. Come on, I have to, I'll chain you two up myself on full moon nights and feed you both live mice." He couldn't help but smirk at the looks on the faces of the twins, which were a mix of amusement and disgust.
"I had a boa once. I could do it." With that Sam and Scott smiled at each other for the first time that day, snorting in amusement.
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Sunday had been a blessedly quiet day for the McCall twins. It had passed by with them doing their homework and grocery shopping for the week. It probably went without saying that they'd done their best to load up on meat.
Turning her brother around to face her, as they got to school and off their bikes, "Keep it together, big brother," Sam commanded. "You hear me?" she continued.
Knowing that Sam would not let it go, Scott looked Sam directly in the eyes and intoned, "I'll keep it together Sam. I promise."
Nodding back at him, Sam replied, "Good."
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Sam was actually impressed; her brother was keeping it together around Allison. While he wasn't outright ignoring her, Scott was doing his best to keep contact with her at the barest minimum. Luckily her brother was good at being nervous around girls, so Sam had very little to worry about.
Sam had loved P.E. that day. They had played Dodgeball. Basically, the class had been split into two teams and had gotten to pelt each other with balls that were filled with foam until there was only one person left on each side, and it was sudden death. It had been Sam and Lydia as the last two. Despite her prissy side, Lydia was still a hard thrower. But that didn't matter. Sam was moving at very quickly and managed to get Lydia almost immediately after sudden death was declared. Sam did have some class; she had offered Lydia her hand to help her up. It wasn't her fault that it was ignored. Soon after Sam was finished getting dressed, the bell rang and she was off to her next class.
Italian was going over well. Sam and Scott had worked hard all summer on it. Hopefully, given their new condition, their grades would not take too bad of a nosedive. Their stomachs were starting to distract them. The twins were getting quite hungry.
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Once they got down to the cafeteria, Sam and Scott got in line rather quickly.
"Thank God, they're having pizza today." Sam sighed happily. One of the good things about the pizza here was that the slices were rather large. Sam got two slices of pepperoni pizza, with Scott snagging two slices of sausage. Spying a pair of decent smelling salads, Sam grabbed them both, placing one on her brother's tray.
"Why the salad?" Scott asked. Sam usually avoided the cafeteria salad, just like him.
"We can't live on pizza alone. Besides, we need to eat more." Sam raised her eyebrows at her brother, "We have a higher metabolism and burn more calories."
Shortly after they had gotten a bag of pretzels, the twins paid for their food and went to their usual table to wait for Stiles.
Normally, they would've waited for their friend to get to the table before starting to eat, but today was one of those days where they were feeling particularly ravenous. They dug into their food with little finesse.
So focused they were on their food, the twins didn't even look up when Stiles sat down across from them. They were already nearly finished with their food.
"You two are eating like starving wolves," he commented.
This earned him dirty looks from both of the twins, with Sam hissing, "Keep your voice down. We don't know who may be listening here!" Scott was eying Stiles's full tray of food as he had just finished his tray, and was still hungry.
"Relax. It's not like the Hunters would be here right now. We'd notice if there were adults around here that weren't recognizable."
Noticing that both of his friends were eyeing his tray of food, Stiles suddenly realized what they were about to do.
"Don't you two even…" Stiles couldn't finish his warning when his friends stole the food right off his tray. He barely managed to snag the apple off his tray before the twins swiped the two slices of pizza and the bag of Bold Party Blend Chex Mix.
"What am I supposed to eat?" Stiles whined.
Looking up from their ill-gotten gains that they were divvying up, Sam quipped with a slight smirk on her face, "Dude, you have the apple!" She quickly went back to eating.
"I'm a growing boy. I need more than an apple for lunch!" Stiles argued.
The twins just rolled their eyes and went back to eating. After they'd finished his food, Stiles cut in with, "So did you guys see anything distinctive about the Hunters you saw?"
"I didn't see anything distinctive, Stiles. I was a little bit occupied at that precise moment!" Scott drawled while giving Stiles a pointed look.
Nodding at that, Stiles then noticed that Sam was being strangely silent. Taking the initiative, he asked, "You saw something distinctive about one of them didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. But I'm not going to say what it was; I know that you two will give me crap about it." Sam admitted. Scott observed that his sister's ears were turning faintly pink.
"We promise to try to not give you crap. Now will you just tell us what you saw?" Scott pled.
With a gleam in her eyes that promised revenge in some form or another if they gave her garbage, Sam began with, "I did notice something about only one of the Hunters, the one running point." Sam paused to take a drink from her water bottle.
Annoyed that Sam had paused, Stiles begged, "Come on; tell us what it was that got your attention!"
Taking a deep breath, "The Hunter that was running point had blue eyes."
Stiles and Scott took one look at each other and started laughing. Sam did her best to glare them down, but it seemed that her glare lost some of its potency when her face matched the color of her bright red shirt.
"Only you would notice that one detail!" Scott teased.
"Did you notice anything else about him, or were you too focused or were you too focused on his gorgeous blue eyes?" Stiles queried in a girly voice.
"You two wanted to know what I saw. I told you. I knew you two would give me shit about it." Sam growled back at them.
"I'm your brother and he's our friend. It's in our job description to give you garbage about things like that." Scott soothed. "And watch your eyes," he warned.
Sam's eyes had been glowing yellow slightly. Closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths, Sam opened her eyes, which were brown again.
As the bell rang signaling the end of lunch, Stiles commented, "At least we know something to look for. How hard could it be?"
Sam gave him a look and growled, "Bite me!"
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Chemistry class had been hell. Even though Harris had gone over the problems multiple times, Sam just could not get the grasp of the subject. She missed her friend Marie, who was a math and science whiz. She'd probably web-cam with Marie later so her friend could help her. She was at California Mathematics and Science Academy.
At least Auto Shop had gone over pretty well. They were working on computer simulations of what could be wrong with engines that were not working properly. It had been positively fascinating.
Sam booked it to study hall. She was planning on working on her chemistry homework.
Upon noticing that she was the first person there, Sam made her way to her usual table. As she took out her Chem book, Sam's nose caught a familiar scent.
"Damn. I forgot that Allison was in this study hall!"
Sam gave the girl that her brother was currently going gaga for an awkward smile. It looked like she would need to give her brother some help in refloating his listing ship.
The silence between them could've been cut with a butcher knife. Sam lasted about fifteen minutes into the study before saying, "Look, my brother's a great guy. We just ended up getting sick on Friday. Trust me, all he wanted to do was go on that date with you."
Allison looked up from her homework, and asked quietly, "Really?"
Sam gave Allison her best disarming smile, before replying, "You got it. He wouldn't shut up about it."
Before Allison could reply the teacher supervising the study hall, came over and remarked, "If you two don't get quiet, I'll be forced to separate you." Both girls promptly shut up.
Though once his back was turned Allison mouthed to Sam, "I'll think about it."
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Now that school was out, Scott was sitting on the bench in his lacrosse gear, impatiently waiting for a chance to talk to Allison about what had happened on Friday night. It was going to be edited slightly.
After cooling his jets for about five minutes, Allison finally came out of the school.
"So what happened? You and Sam left me stranded at the party." Allison said with a slightly peevish tone to her voice.
Knowing that he needed to make his point and quick, Scott apologized with, "Yeah, I–I know, I know. I'm really sorry. But–You're gonna have to trust that we had a really good reason." Scott knew he was begging.
"Sam mentioned that you guys got sick." Allison replied. Her tone sounded slightly better than it was a few seconds before.
"Thank you Sam!" Scott thought happily before saying aloud, "Yeah, we had an attack of some kind."
"Am I ever going to get an explanation?" Allison queried.
"Can you just find it in your heart to trust me on this one?" Scott pled while giving her his best puppy-eyed look.
Looking thoughtful for a moment, Allison asked, "Am I going to regret this?"
"Probably," Scott replied honestly. "So is that yes on a second chance?" he asked with a hopeful tone in his voice.
With a smile on her face, Allison said, "Definitely yes." A car honking its horn interrupted before Scott could say anything else.
Looking towards the sound, Allison sighed, "That's my dad. I better go."
Scott nodded his goodbye, and then started to walk back towards the school. Suddenly he caught a whiff of a familiar scent from Friday night.
Turning around quickly, Scott saw that Allison's dad was out of the car. As he got a good look at his face, he immediately flashed back to Friday night. This was the same guy that had shot both him and Sam with a crossbow.
His thoughts as he weakly waved was, "I'm dating the daughter of a werewolf hunter. And not just any hunter. The one that shot both Sam and I with a crossbow. I'm in *so* much trouble. Sam is going to want to skin me alive with a blunt knife!"
A/N 2: And the chapters spanning the first episode are done. What do you all think?