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So I have Economics and then English. Then I have gym and Chemistry with creepy Mr. Harris who has it out for me I'm sure. It's not my fault that he left the sulfuric acid out with the potassium nitrate, I mean, how was I supposed to know that would happen if I mixed them together? I have a paper due for History that I wrote on the economic downfall of America. Then lunch…sweet, sweet lunch, with Scott and Allison whom I'm convinced has become one person…
"Scott's going to kill you."
…and then Scott's going to kill me and then I have to deal with Jackson and the other guys at practi_ wait, what?
Stiles looked up from where he was mumbling to himself in his locker, he was sure he had heard a voice. He looked around, hoping to see whom the voice may have come from, but with all the students milling about the hall it was hard to tell. Looking confused, he went back to organizing his books for the day in his locker.
"Be careful," the voice whispered again this time it was as if the person was right next to him. He looked up before the last syllable could escape from the phantom lips but saw nothing. He was really unnerved now; he threw his economics and English textbooks in his bag and walked to class a bit too quickly to appear casual, looking over his shoulders every few steps.
But what he didn't see was a girl with a long black coat and dark hair walking around the corner fingering her necklace.
Stiles took his seat in his economics class behind Scott; he was shaken and jittery with nerves as he looked around the room in a personal swirl of panic. "Are you okay," Scott asked, turning in his chair to face his friend.
Stiles, not really looking at Scott answered, "Yeah! Yeah, I'm fine just a little…"
Scott looked at his friend waiting for him to finish his thought, realizing that wasn't going to happen Scott asked, "are you gonna tell me about this later or is this going to be one of those things that I have to find out by eavesdropping?" Stiles looked at his friend when Mr. Finstock called the class to order by throwing a book at the back wall of the classroom.
"Good," Mr. Finstock said clearing his throat, "now that I have your attention; Timothy, can you pick that book up and read from chapter three?"
"So are you going to tell me why you've been so jumpy all day?" Scott asked as both boys sat their trays down on a cafeteria table. Stiles apparently didn't hear him and continued to look around the cafeteria. "Stiles," Scott almost yelled finally getting his friend to pay attention to him, "what's wrong with you?"
Stiles, not really looking at Scott but over his shoulder said, "I'm fine just…I don't know, something just feels weird about today."
"Well," Scott said expectantly, "you can talk to me. We do deal with weird on the daily basis, hell; I'm the walking definition of weird. What's going on?"
Stiles looked at his friend and then over his shoulder before saying in a hush voice, "I heard a voice this morning…I think it was in my head because no one was near enough for it to sound so close to my ear."
Scott laughed, "Is that all? Dude, you hear voices on the daily basis. What's so weird about this one?" Stiles gave his friend a dark look, causing Scott to get that this wasn't something to laugh at. Leaning in closer to Stiles, Scott asked in an almost whisper, "is it that serious? What did the voice say?" Stiles didn't get to respond as Allison walked up with a dark haired girl following behind her. Stiles and Scott steeled when they recognized the black coat.
"Hey…" Allison said looking from the boys back to the dark haired girl behind her, "are you guys okay? Why is it that every time I walk into you guys you both look like you've just been discussing the latest topic at a Free Mason meeting?"
The boys looked at each other and then back to Allison, Scott was the first to speak up as Allison took a seat next to him who then offered the seat next to Stiles to the mysterious girl, "uhhhh, no, we were just talking about…"
"Girls," Stiles added sensing his friend was at a loss for words.
"Yeah, we were talking about girls," Scott added, "We love girls. Well…I love a girl," Scott said the last bit putting his arm around Allison's waist pulling her colder to him.
Allison giggled, nudging a bit closer to Scott. "Speaking of girls," she said gesturing to the dark haired girl whose nose was now buried in a thick book, "this is my friend Morgan, she's new here and the principal thought it'd be nice for me to show her around, since I was the new kid here. Morgan, this is Scott and this is…"
"Stiles Stilinski, I know." Morgan said, looking up quickly to where the boy at her left and then back to her book.
Stiles looked at Scott who just shook his head as if to say I don't know. "So guys," Allison said, either ignoring or completely oblivious to the energy at the table, "did you hear about how almost everyone failed Mr. Harris' chemistry exam?" The boys perked up remembering what had happened not a few moments before they went for the actual test. "Yeah," Allison said continuing," apparently only two people had perfect scores. Morgan here and one Mr. Stiles Stilinski," Allison said with a huge grin on her face as she licked applesauce off of her spoon.
"Wait! What?" Stiles said jumping from the table cheering and punching a fist in the air before he remembered why he passed and sat back down. He exhaled composing himself as he turned to Morgan, "you gave me the answers to his quiz." Morgan steeled and didn't look away from her book as she felt eyes watching her.
"What?" Allison said with a small laugh. "How did you get the answers, you started not even two days ago?" Morgan looked up, fear in her eyes at all of the sudden attention.
"Umm…umm..uh..umm." She stammered, before getting up and muttering about how she had to go talk to her English teacher about something a fleeing from the cafeteria.
"What?" Stiles asked looking confused as he bit into his taco, "did I say something wrong?"
"I don't think it was you," Scott said looking back to his friend from where the girl disappeared out the door in a flurry of dropped school notes.
"I still don't see why you had to pick up her notes." Stiles said gesturing with his hands as he and Scott walked down the hallway.
"I don't know, after Allison left to go check up on Morgan I didn't feel right just leaving them there," Scott said with a shrug. "Hey, isn't that her over there?" Scott asked pointing to where the girl stood with her head in her locker.
"Are you sure? I mean, I'm sure there are tons of girls walking around here with big black boots and a long black coat. Seriously, she could just be another Jane Slayer." Stiles said apprehensively.
"Stop that," Scott said walking away from his friend. "Hey Morgan," he called when he was almost at the girl who was busying herself in her locker. "Hey, here you go," Scott said offering the notes up to the girl.
Morgan looked from her locker and her eyes flooded with fear as she looked Scott in the eye. She was stunned still. "Hey," Scott said looking concerned at the girl, "are…are you okay?" The girl snatched her notes away from Scott and gave him a look so intense it caused Scott to back away slowly and right into Stiles. They watched as Morgan closed her locker and walked away from them, shoulders hunched and glaring over her shoulders.
"Well, that wasn't creepy," Stiles said sarcastically.
"She looked really scared of me…do you think she knows about me?"
"Scott seriously, the odds of some new random girl knowing about you being a werewolf is so ridiculously slim that I can't even begin to think of a fraction for it," Stiles said looking up and shaking his head for emphasis.
"Yeah…" Scott said still looking at where Morgan had walked off, "ridiculous."
"Good, now that we're clear on that can we go to practice? I kinda have this feeling that I might get to start for the next game and I really need to play," Stiles asked putting emphasis on the word 'really.'
"Okay boys, our last game was fine but I really want more of you guys to start pulling your own weight. Jackson and Scott can't do it all you guys. Hell, even Danny boy over here is killing it over at the goal post!" Coach Finstock said the last part cuffing Danny behind the neck. "Listen you guys, this is all circumstantial, we're already promised an in at state so just go out there and work on your form. McCall, Jackson, I want to see more teamwork from you two! I'm not running a ballet out there for Christ's sake." As all the boys began to pour out onto the field, "Biles," Finstock called after Stiles.
"He's talking to you," Scott said whispering to his friend as they were walking to the door.
"I know," Stiles said back before turning to face his Coach. "Yes Coach," Stiles asked gesturing slightly with his lacrosse stick.
Finstock looked at the boy before pointing to the bench next to him, "have a seat; I need to talk to you real quick." Stiles exhaled as he sat down hanging his head slightly. "You okay, Balinski, you weren't at the last game and then everything that happened with the Martin girl? Something you wanna talk about?"
"No Coach," Stiles said looking up but not really looking him in the eyes.
"You sure, because I had you as starter for the first time ever and you just don't show up. Naturally I 'm going to think something's wrong," Finstock said crossing his arms and leaning against a locker.
"Yeah," Stiles said in a noncommittal tone, "I was just…busy."
"Busy enough that you couldn't tell your dad? He asked about you, you know," the Coach said giving the boy a disapproving look. "Listen, I know you're having a hard time…I'm your economics teacher after all. You're a bright kid Stiles, a little weird but still bright. Don't let whatever this is that you're going through ruin your future, you're one of the only kids I see actually leaving this town and doing something with his life."
Stiles looked up at his Coach, "thanks Mr. Finstock."
"Now listen, I'm gonna let you start for State, but I want to see some hustle out there from you. This is practice; now prove to me how badly you want to start! I'm sure your dad would love to see you out there," Finstock said leaning off of the locker.
Stiles stood up and looked at his coach gratitude in his eyes, "thanks Coach." Stiles walked out of the locker room and out onto the field, he was going to do this, not just for him but for his dad.
"Hey Scott, what do you say we make practice a bit more interesting," Jackson said with a smirk plastered on his face. "You know, we could…wolf things up a bit, get a real feel for our powers."
"Jackson," Scott said in a patient tone, "you know as much as I do how bad an idea that is. Especially since you can't even control yourself, almost taking Stiles head off in the locker room the other day, what was that about?"
"Oh! He hasn't told you," Jackson asked with that smirk still on his face, "Well, let's just say I told him how useless Lydia was to me. She wasn't good for much beside a good…job." If Stiles had heard what Scott had now heard he would've fought him too, Jackson was a douche and he loved that about himself. Scott tightened his fists just as Stiles ran up to him, instantly calming him down.
Stiles looked at Jackson and then to Scott whose body was still tense. "Stiles," Jackson said acknowledging the other boy before walking off to go talk to the coach.
"I see why you fought him." Scott said in a low voice turning his body to face Stiles but still keeping his eyes on Jackson.
"Yeah…" Stiles exhaled before pulling Scott over to the stands and whispered, "are you gonna be okay today? I know he's infuriating but Coach is going to let me start still and I don't want anything to screw this up, I have to get to play at State, Scott." Stiles kept his eyes on his friend waiting for him to respond.
Finally, Scott breathed out before turning to his friend, "alright, but after this can we at least corner him in the woods or something? I really want to give him a piece of my mind."
"And I'm okay with that," Stiles said nodding, making sure to keep eye contact with his friend, "but right now, I need to prove to Coach that he can trust me to start at State."
"Fine," Scott said shaking his head a little, "fine, let's just get out there and do this."
"Hey Morgan," Allison said as both girls were sitting in the library studying for an upcoming History exam, "can I ask you something?" Allison put down her pencil and looked over to where the dark haired girl's face was covered by her hair.
"Ummm…okay?" Morgan said, still a little apprehensive about Allison even though the girl has shown no reason for her not to trust her.
"Can you tell me why you ran at lunch the way you did?" Allison looked at the girl with her full attention. The dark haired girl didn't give an answer instead she reached out and grabbed Allison's necklace. Allison jumped a little at the girl's sudden movement but calmed when the girl started talking in a whisper that was almost hard to hear.
"I know what you are. I know what your family does. I know what Scott is. I know about Jackson and your aunt. I know about your dad and your mom. I know about Derek Hale and Peter. I know everything."
Allison grabbed her necklace back and began gathering her things shaking as she did so, "we're done here. I have to go do something and I have no clue what you're talking about."
"Allison," the girl stopped in her tracks where she was walking away from the girl, a chill running down her spine at the next thing the girl said in a cold tone, "he's going to kill this time."
Allison ran out of the library in a flurry of nervousness and urgency, her mind reeling with questions she wasn't prepared to ask.
Morgan gathered her things, clutching her books to her chest and fingering the garnet crystal that hung from a silver chain around her neck as she walked into the hall muttering to herself.
"Scott! Scott, when you get this message I need to talk to you! It's important, bring Stiles too! Meet me at Derek's house, he should know about this." Allison hung up her phone as she closed the door to her car.
"Allison! I got your call, what's wrong," Scott asked barging into Derek's house and walking into the remains of the living room where Derek and Allison stood, Allison looking worried.
"Hello Scott," Derek said coolly. "Stiles."
"It's nice to see you again too Derek," Stiles said closing the door and walking into the living room. "Been out chasing any rabbits…people…your tail, maybe?"
"It's a wonder I let you live this long, Stilinski. I really should have done more than slam your head into your steering wheel for what you did with Danny," Derek said moving a little closer to Stiles.
"Yeah…? I'd do it again if it meant that I could save my friends from a psycho Alpha." Stiles spat the last word out, moving just a little closer to Derek, he was damned if he'd let this tool intimidate him.
"Can you guys stop!" Scott yelled, jumping in between them. "We have to remember why we're here," he paused, and looking over his shoulder to Allison asked, "Why are we here exactly?"
Allison walked over and leaned on a very dusty table before saying, "it's Morgan, she knows." Everyone stopped and turned to her, Allison looked up to see three pairs of questioning eyes looking at her.
"Who's Morgan," Derek asked to the group of kids.
Stiles looked at Scott who spoke up, "she's a new girl at school."
Allison, continuing "…she transferred mid-semester. Her family had to move from somewhere, she wouldn't tell me though, it was one of the reasons I kinda felt so close to her. I'm used to having to move, to just have to uproot myself completely and leave everything for somewhere I didn't really know about."
"And she's a total weirdo!" Stiles exclaimed flailing his arms.
"Okay…" Derek said still not getting the answer he was hoping for, "what does she know then?"
They all turned to Allison who simply said, "…everything."
Confused glances were shared throughout the room before Stiles finally spoke up, "you mean she knows everything," Stiles asked exaggerating the syllables of the last word. Allison nodded.
"Wait, how would she know everything? I mean, she just got here and nothing has really happened since she's been here," Scott said looking at Allison, not really expecting a clear answer.
"Allison, what exactly happened, how did she tell you she knew everything?" Derek asked giving Allison a patient look. Allison exhaled and told them exactly what was said and how it happened.
"Maybe she's just fishing," Scott said, not willing to believe that someone could just come along and know everything.
"Yeah, she was probably just pulling your leg to get a rise out of you and that's what you gave her," Stiles said running his hand through his short, cropped hair.
Derek shook his head, "I don't think so, something about this just doesn't seem right. She couldn't have known everything, I mean Allison just now found out about Jackson so…" Derek walked around the room, holding a hand to his chin in a way that indicates thinking.
"She did seem scared of Scott in the hall when he tried to give her the notes she dropped at lunch today," Stiles offered.
"Yeah," Scott now added, "she looked like she had just seen a monster or something. And then the way she stalked off…it was like she was waiting for me to attack or something. But I still don't see how she would know…and you said she told you I would kill?"
Allison nodded, "yeah, it was like she knew it as an absolute fact. Her voice was cold and heartless like she had seen it already, like something had taken everything out of her to remember."
Stiles looked up in an aha moment, "maybe she's a psychic?" They all gave him questioning looks as he continued, "Hear me out, I mean with you and Scott being werewolves and Allison coming from a legacy of werewolf hunters, maybe she really is a genuine psychic."
"That would make sense," Derek said leaning off of the table and walking over to Allison who was standing by Scott. "This girl, Morgan, did you get a last name from her or something, anything that we could use to find out more information about her?"
Allison shook her head, "no, she doesn't talk much and she really doesn't talk about herself."
"Scott, you picked up her notes right, did you see anything on there?" Derek asked looking at Scott now.
"No, she just put her first name down on her papers," Scott offered up unhelpfully.
"Tomorrow, I need you guys to try and get something…anything; we need to find out more about this girl." Derek said looking at the faces of the teens that stood before him.
"Well I won't be any help, she can't look at me without running in fear," Scott said.
"And she probably won't talk to me anymore." Allison looked up realizing something, "she did seem to be fond of Stiles though." Stiles looked up at the sudden mention of his name; he was busying himself with Google on his phone.
"What?" He looked up with a finger in his mouth from biting his nails.
Derek walked over to him making sure to keep eye contact, "you're going to talk to Morgan for us tomorrow. We need to know more about her and from what Allison just said she seems to like you. We need something; try and get a last name or see if you can get her to talk about her family or where she came from."
"Uh yeah, hi, did we forget about how I said she's a total weirdo? Or did I forget to mention that she creeps me out more than you do…no offense, and I'd really like to stay as far away from her as possible." Stiles said in what he hoped was an assertive tone.
Derek grabbed Stiles by the collar of his jacket talking directly into his face, "you're going to do this because this girl can ruin everything for us. You're also going to do this because like it or not, you are a big part of this little…family, we have and family takes care of each other. Besides, you owe me for using me as a bribe for your friend Danny and for setting the entire Beacon County police department out for my head."
Stiles looked at Derek grimacing at the pinch of the clothes on his chest. "Fi…fine," he sputtered, "whatever, I'll talk to her. Now let me go." Derek let go of Stiles' jacket and the boy brushed himself off. "Just so you know, you could really use a Tic-Tac."
"There's another we have to worry about, Madam Argent." A figure said from the shadows of the parking complex.
Mrs. Argent made sure she put her groceries away in the truck before answering the voice of one of her shadowed informants. "What is it," her voice never losing its calm collectedness that was her trademark.
"A psychic, she's just a girl but powerful enough to have seen us coming." The voice said, in a hushed monotone.
"Is that right," Mrs. Argent asked raising an eyebrow from where she had yet to turn to the voice.
"She goes to Beacon Hills with your daughter and that teen wolf of hers. She could present a big problem for us if they were to befriend her."
"Well we'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen," the hunter matriarch said with a smile creeping across her lips. "Go, and see if you can find anything else on this psychic, I expect to hear from you before the week is out," Mrs. Argent said with finality and the figure disappeared blending in with the shadows surrounding it. The Argent matriarch got in her car, smiling as she applied a coat of lipstick in her rearview mirror, "and I thought this was going to be boring."
"Dad," Scott called walking through the front door of his house. He heard the sound of the tv on in the living room.
"In here, kiddo," Stiles followed the sound of his dad's voice and found his father sitting on the couch in front of the tv.
Stiles smiled, "hey dad, you're not at the station tonight?"
Mr. Stilinski breathed out and turned to look at his son, "uh yeah, since all the killings have stopped there's not much else going on in Beacon Hills aside from the occasional cat in a tree."
Stiles dropped his bag and walked over to take a seat next to his dad on the couch, "well it's good to have you home…did you eat?" Stiles looked over, the glow of the television lighting up the left side of his face.
"Uh yeah," his father said eyes still on the tv screen. Stiles giving his father an expectant look but receiving nothing in favor of his father still watching the tv. "Stiles," Mr. Stilinski said in his now authoritative voice, "are you still talking to that Derek Hale?"
Stiles blanched and swallowed hard before sputtering, "wha…what…no. Why would you…why would you even ask that," a nervous laugh escaping Stiles' lips as he rubbed a hand over his head and down his neck looking any which way but at his father.
"You're lying," his father said in a tone that was less than joking, he softened a little seeing how flustered Stiles became. "Its fine, I won't get mad at you. Tell you the truth, I don't think it was Derek anyway, he just doesn't seem like the type to do something like that." Stiles laughed nervously still, a hand coming up to rub his neck again.
"Tomorrow I'll go and clear his case, after we found out that that Kate girl was behind the house fire, and since it appears that whatever that was…the wolf that killed Laura Hale, seems to have gone there's not much else we can hold him for." Mr. Stilinski paused and exhaled running a hand over his head before he said, "I guess we'll have to send away those out of state guys that we called in."
Stiles perked up at that last part, "'out of state guys?' What out of state guys?"
"Oh you know the ones; they sent in those guys that you saw me with at the school. They brought more guys in after the incident at the school with the mountain lion, apparently they thought we were unprepared to handle this," Mr. Stilinski gestured to nothing in particular. Stiles eyes widened at what he just heard, making a connection to what Morgan had said earlier and something Derek had mentioned. "Whoa, buddy, you okay," Mr. Stilinski said noticing the change in Stiles.
"Uh yeah," Stiles said, "just remembering something I heard earlier."
"Well alright…is there something you want to talk to me about," his father asked with a concerned look.
"What? No, I'm fine," Stiles turned to face the tv after hearing a high pitched whine emanate from the screen. "What are we watching?"
"I don't know, something about a CIA dad," Mr. Stilinski said shaking his head with a laugh and picking up the remote to turn the tv.
"So you're going to talk to Morgan today right," Scott asked walking with Stiles in the school hallway.
"Yeah," Stiles said in a tone that was less than enthusiastic.
"There she is," Scott said leading Stiles by the shoulders in the direction of where the girl was sitting in the hall going through her notes.
Stiles pushed against Scott nervously saying,"what? No, not now! I can't talk to her now, I'm not ready yet."
"Too late," Scott said as he pushed Stiles to where Morgan sat with her nose in her English notes.
Morgan looked up as a shadow came across her notes, her breathing hitched a little when she noticed that Stiles was standing over her.
"Hey," Stiles said in a soft voice trying not to scare her.
"You don't have to talk to me like that," Morgan said in a clear voice putting her notes away and standing clutching her books to her chest. Stiles blinked and stepped back a little in a bit of surprise. "I know that Allison told you guys what I told her, and I was counting that they'd send you to come talk to me." Stiles was completely shocked at what he was hearing, he looked back at Scott who just shrugged hearing all of this. Morgan looked to where Stiles was looking at Scott before she said, "tell your little wolf friend to stop eavesdropping, it's not polite." Scott colored to his scalp, and Morgan laughed silently to herself before turning her attention back to Stiles.
"You don't have any class this period; I need to tell you something. Tell Scott that if he wants to know anything he better mind his business for the next 45 minutes." Stiles swallowed hard before turning to Scott who just put his hands up and walked away. Stiles turned back to Morgan who was now standing at the end of the hall and gesturing with a nod for him to follow her.
Stiles walked out onto the empty lacrosse field and found Morgan standing at the edge of the woods. She stayed only long enough to make sure he saw her before she walked into the trees and disappeared.
Stiles picked his way through the trees following the sound of snapping twigs and crunching leaves getting a view of the girl every now and then. He stopped and looked around him, which way did she go?
"You really need to stop talking to yourself." Stiles jumped as the voice appeared behind him. He turned to face the girl, eyes looking around in utter confusion.
"How did you get behind me, you were in front of me not even thirty seconds ago," Stiles asked a bit out of breath.
Morgan laughed before cutting to the point, "So you want to know how I know everything I do, and I'm pretty sure you've already given yourself the answer to that question."
Stiles blinked, "well, are you a psychic?"
"Don't ask stupid questions; ask what I know you really want to know the answer to."
Stiles swallowed before he asked this next question, "You said Scott was going to kill…who is he going to kill?"
Morgan laughed to herself as she walked in a circle around Stiles, "that's the question I wanted to hear. Think about it Stiles, who's always there when he gets a little too out of control? Who's there all the time, period?" Stiles spun in a circle trying to follow where Morgan was.
"Could you stop walking in a circle? You're making me nervous," he said a little too loudly.
"I'm not the one that's making you nervous Stiles," Morgan said stopping just inches from the boy's face. Stiles leaned back at the close proximity. "I saw him kill you," Morgan whispered now, looking at Stiles lips.
"I don't believe you," Stiles said with a shaking voice.
"Oh don't you? You know, I may not be a werewolf but I can tell when you're lying. And you are a big liar," Morgan said leaning away from Stiles and walking behind him running a hand over his chest. Stiles squirmed away from her touch. "Aww, c'mon Stiles, you can't still be afraid of me. I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to protect you actually…besides, it'd be a shame to mess up such a cute face," she said in mock baby talk as she pinched his cheek. She walked away from him and started to circle a tree, running her had on the soft bark of the oak tree her black coat swaying a bit in the breeze. Stiles noticed what sounded like a low hum just behind the noise of the chirping birds and rustling leaves in the wind. He looked up as Morgan began to speak again walking slowly towards him.
"I saw it you know…how he kills you. I felt your fear as he chased you through the woods…the cold dirt between your fingers as you scrambled up a hill. I felt the fear and dread that pierced through your heart at the howl you heard…how your legs got weak when you heard the sound of feet pounding the earth beside you in the dim of the moonlight. His piercing yellow eyes as he and Derek closed in on you…" she was beside him now and she whispered the last part in his ear, "the tear of flesh as his teeth dug into your neck."
"Enough!" Stiles yelled, causing the girl to slink away behind a tree.
"You know he's going to do it," her voice came from what seemed like everywhere. "You've always known. I'm just here to make sure you don't end up as your friend's first victim." Her voice was in his ear now, he could almost feel her lips against his ear, "besides, you're too valuable to let die." He turned quickly to where the voice just was but Morgan was already gone, he was left standing in the woods confused and scared.
"Don't you ever leave me alone with her again," Stiles said in a fury as he walked down the hallway with Scott following behind him. Allison looked up to see Stiles' brow furrowed and jaw set tight with Scott walking behind him, she closed her locker and began to follow them as they passed her.
"What's wrong," she whispered to Scott looking concerned at the state Stiles was in.
"He just got done talking with Morgan but he won't tell me what she said."
"Should we go see Derek," Allison asked hoping to be helpful.
"Fine," they looked up to where Stiles had just spoken not looking at them but hearing their conversation.
"So we're gonna go then," Scott asked looking at Stiles.
The boy didn't respond he just spoke to Allison eyes still trained ahead of him, "Allison, can you take Scott to Derek's house? I want to be alone on the way there."
"Are you sure that's a smart thing to do," Allison asked not really liking the answer she got next.
"Its better I be alone then with someone who's going to kill me." They both froze as Stiles walked out the door and got into his Jeep.
"What did he just…Stiles," Scott said looking at Allison before running out the door only getting a glimpse of Stiles' Jeep as it disappeared down the road behind the trees. Allison walked up next to him with her keys in her hand.
"We better get to Derek's house, and fast."
They all looked at Stiles in stunned silence at what they had just heard; Derek looked angry, Allison's eyes wide in shock, and Scott head hanging down hurt at what he just heard.
"That doesn't mean anything Stiles," Derek said breaking the silence that lay heavy on the burned living room.
"Easy for you to say Derek, you're going to help kill me," Stiles said bitterly.
"Could you stop saying that," Scott yelled, "no one is going to kill anyone!" Stiles rubbed his hands over his face walking away from the circle they had gathered in.
"Stiles," Allison said in a soft voice taking a step over to where the boy was freaking out silently to himself.
"No, don't say anything okay, I just need to think a little bit. Just let me…think."
"Stiles this isn't the time for you to be alone and keep all this to yourself, what's going on? I know you have some sort of idea about all of this," Scott said trying to reassure his friend that he wasn't alone.
Stiles sighed and let his hands fall limply to his side, "the only thing I can think of is to go back and talk with her, she did say she wasn't here to hurt me."
"And you mentioned that she said you were too 'valuable to let die,' maybe our best bet would be to let him go talk with her again," Derek said trying to bring some reasoning to the conversation.
"What," Scott yelled incredulously, "we can't let him do that!"
"Scott," Allison said softly grabbing her boyfriend's hands instantly calming him, "it's the best thing right now, seeing as how all we've got is a name and the fact that she knows way more than we ever thought."
Stiles rolled his eyes at the scene that was playing out over by the window before he noticed something outside. Jackson.
"What the hell are you doing here," Stiles yelled as the door slammed behind him as he stormed outside.
Jackson leaned back with his hand in his pockets and an amused look on his face, "I could ask you the same thing. Last time I checked, you went and had your daddy get the whole Beacon Hills Sheriff's Department on Derek for a murder he didn't commit." Stiles glared at the boy as Derek, Scott and Allison walked out of the house.
Jackson, taking a step towards the house when he saw Derek said, "I thought we were going to train today, but I see you're a little busy babysitting." He said the last word glancing at a very red in the face Stiles.
"Easy," Scott whispered to Stiles who was clenching his hands into fists.
Derek noticed this and spoke directly to Jackson, "not today Jackson, something's happened that's way more important than training."
"Is it about that new girl? What's her name…Morgan?"
They all steeled, Allison narrowing her eyes as she took a step towards Jackson asked, "How do you know about her?"
"Let's just say that Stiles boy over here isn't too good when it comes to whispering." Leaning forward with a smile on his lips and talking directly to Stiles, "these new ears are a kick, hunh?" And Stiles lost it; Scott almost didn't react fast enough to pull him back. Jackson laughed as Scott pulled Stiles back into the house, Allison followed them inside looking back at Jackson and then to Derek.
"Jackson," Derek said in an even tone, "you're going to have to go. Now is not the time."
"Yeah…well when is there going to be time? You said you'd help me with this and you've done nothing but yell at me," Jackson said with an edge to his voice.
"…because you've done nothing but made a complete ass of yourself! There's something going on here that's way more important than you and your ego! Go! I'll call you when I have time to deal with you, but not right now." Derek glared at the boy, eyes unwavering as Jackson challenged him. Jackson stormed off into the woods in a huff cursing under his breath. Derek stood and watched where his young charge was now kicking at dirt and leaves as he walked away.
"He thinks he's so much better than me," Jackson muttered to himself as he stormed through the woods. "He's not better than anyone! Sure as hell isn't better than Peter! Now that was an Alpha! So much power," his breathing got harder. "I'll show him! I'll show all of them that I'm a better wolf than they are! I'll..." a growl crept through his lips. "I'll…" another growl, his fangs catching a glint off the sunlight. "I'll…" another growl, deeper this time; he breathing got heavier and everything started to turn red, claws tore at his jeans as he swirled in anger and fury.
"You'll do what," a voice sassed at him in his fury.
Jackson stopped where he was as he heard the voice…a woman's voice. He turned to where the voice had come from and saw Mrs. Argent, clad in black leather and strapped with a sawn-off shotgun. His eyes widened when he saw the gun but his fury led him forward in a blind rage. Mrs. Argent stepped coolly to the side as Jackson crashed to the ground beside her, laughing she turned to face the boy.
"It's a shame Derek turned you, you're so scrawny, I might actually feel bad if I killed you," Mrs. Argent said pulling a smaller gun from her belt and loading it with an aconite laced bullet and cocked it turning from where Jackson's claws scraped the tree behind her. "Jackson, that is your name right? You know my little girl talks about you so much…almost as much as she talks about Scott," Mrs. Argent said looking at her gun in the sunlight. "I'm going to save him for later, along with that insufferable mutt Derek. You on the other hand, I have no problem killing," the huntress said aiming the gun at Jackson's head that was now crouched on the ground listening, but waiting to attack.
Jackson flinched as Mrs. Argent began holding her head and screaming in pain. What the hell is going on, Jackson thought as he watched the huntress kneel to the ground covering her ears. Jackson felt a strong pair of hands grab him by the collar and pull him away, farther into the woods and away from the incapacitated huntress. It was all a blur until Jackson found himself slammed on floor in Derek's house.
"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Derek roared at the still unchanged boy who covered his face with a clawed hand. "She could've have killed you!" Jackson just whimpered quietly as Derek pulled him to his feet.
Still at Derek's house Scott was the first to say something, "what happened? What's going on here?"
"Your girlfriend's mother just tried to kill Jackson, that's what!" Derek yelled pacing the room.
"And you stopped her because…?" Stiles asked, liking this situation a bit too much.
"Wait, my mom? She just tried to kill Jackson? She would never do that, she knows Jackson is my friend," Allison said defending her mom.
"Yeah, well I heard her say before I came and dragged his sorry ass out that she didn't care. She had a gun pointed at his head." Allison froze where she was, her mind racing, my mom wouldn't do that. She bakes cookies for Christ's sake. My dad's the hunter, not my mom. My mom wouldn't do that.
"Allison," Scott spoke up, "do you remember when Morgan said she knows about your dad and your mom, maybe your mom is a hunter like the rest of your family and is just out for revenge."
"My mom wouldn't do that!" Allison yelled, walking out of the house the door slamming behind her.
"Allison…" Scott started but was stopped by Stiles.
Scott looked at his friend who just shook his head, "give her some time Scott."
"But…but I just can't…I can't just leave her like that, she needs someone with her right now."
"No," Stiles said, "what she needs now is time." And Stiles let go of his friends arm and let it fall helplessly to his side.
"Madam Argent," the same whispered voice said from the shadows of the trees, "the girl was here. It appears that she is in fact out to help them."
Mrs. Argent dusted herself off as she regained her footing. "Is that so," she asked a little ruffled now. A twig snapped and she shot where she had heard the sound coming from behind her. The bullet made contact with a tree and a girl screamed. Mrs. Argent's eyes flew wide when she saw that Allison was standing behind her. Mrs. Argent flew to her daughter cradling her to her chest and apologizing over and over, "I'm so sorry honey. I thought it was something else. You know my nerves haven't been the same since your father told me about what happened with that horrible wolf creature."
Allison pushed away from her mom and glared at her with eyes so furious that tears fell to her cheek, "you're a liar. You tried to kill Jackson mom, why? Why Jackson? You know he's one of my only friends here. Are you going to try and kill Scott next? Is that what you're going to do? Are you going to kill everyone I love just because of some stupid code you have?"
Mrs. Argent looked at her daughter with kind patient eyes, "I'm sorry dear, I was just a little surprised when Jackson showed up looking like that."
"Stop lying mom! For once in my life tell me the truth!" Allison was livid.
Her mother now looked at her with dark eyes, "fine, you want the truth, well here it is. That mutt of yours is a danger to you and this town and I will be damned if I let him hurt anyone!" Allison looked at her mom with disbelieving and hurt eyes. "And if I have to kill him to make sure you're safe, I will."
Allison's eyes widened at the last sentence and she ran off into the woods feeling lost, confused, hurt and alone.
"Hi Allison."
The girl looked up from where she had been wandering around tears streaked down her face, her eyes widened when she saw whom the voice had come from.
"Lydia…?
To be continued…
I'd really like to know what you guys think about Morgan and generally this chapter. I thought I wouldn't rush this one so I took two days to write it. I wanted to make sure I took into account that I was asked for some hunter/werewolf interaction; I know it's small but I'm not really good with action scenes.
Also, I don't know who or what the voice is that Mrs. Argent gets her information from...not yet at least. And I don't know what I'm going to do with Lydia but something told me to bring her back. I missed Lydia, didn't you?
Anyway, thanks for reading guys. I really like your reviews as well.