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This chapter is a little shorter than the rest. The episode just had a lot of small moments that needed to get into the story. Hope you still enjoy!
Kinley felt like the ground was moving beneath her, but the as she came to, she realized that it was just she that was shaking. Someone was carrying her outside the school. She looked up and saw Stiles terrified looking face as he moved as quickly as he could out the door. Everything went black again.
The jostling continued, but it felt different this time, smoother. When she opened her eyes, she felt someone's hand holding hers. There was Stiles again with red, blotchy eyes. He noticed that her eyes were open, and he gave her his usual crooked smile, and then the world went black again.
The next time she opened her eyes, she was in a dark room. She heard methodical beeps and whirs. She sat up a little but felt pain in her side and laid back down. She looked around and noticed she was in a hospital room. It was a small room with three chairs squeezed into it around her bed. Stiles and Scott were asleep in chairs to the right of her. Penn was on her left side, also fast asleep. She found a clock on the wall and saw it was 4 am. There was no reason to wake them now. So Kinley tried to go back to sleep.
However, sleep was not coming easy. She woke up every hour or so from a horrifying nightmare of a large black beast that glowed green attacking everyone she cared about. She watched Stiles and Penn die multiple times throughout the night. After the third time she woke up sweating, Kinley refused to sleep and just sat there until the others woke up.
When everyone finally began to stir in the hospital the next morning, a nurse came in to check and change her bandage. Penn ran out to get Kinley something to eat and said she would be back in a bit. Kinley nodded to Penn and then let the nurse look at her. When the nurse took the bandage off, all three left in the room got a surprise. It seemed that here was no need to change bandage. The large gash she had in the gym was now four small scratches. They looked like a bothersome cat got cranky and took a swing at her. Scott and Stiles also noticed the drastic change in her wound and looked as shocked as she felt.
"Do you think I'm changing?" She asked them when the nurse left the room.
"No, it's not healing as fast as mine did." Scott replied. "Mine healed completely overnight."
"But that's still healing too fast." Stiles told them.
"Maybe it's not as bad as we thought." Kinley suggested.
Stiles shook his head. "Your shirt was soaked through with blood. There was a trail of blood from the gym to the science hallway. There's no way they were that small." Stiles replied and then contemplated the whole thing for a moment. "Explain what happened. You got to the gym, the alpha was over Scott, and..."
"And I got the alpha's attention. It took a swing at me and knocked me to the floor." Kinley replied and saw Scott trying to interject with the real story, but Kinley ignored him. "After that, the alpha led Scott back to you guys. By the time I got back to the sciences hallway, it was only Scott and he was having some kind of fit. Then everything went dark. I don't know what happened after that until I felt you carrying me out." She gestured to Stiles.
"Hmm." was all Stiles said in response.
"Hey Stiles, Penn's been gone a while. Why don't you go help her and maybe get some water. Kinley looks a little dehydrated." Scott asked and then looked at Kinley like he needed Stiles to leave.
"Please." Kinley added. Stiles nodded and squeezed her hand before he got up from his chair and left. Scott then took Stiles place to talk to Kinley.
"Why did you lie? I know I did that to you." Scott said and pointed to her side.
"I know, but I didn't want Stiles to be upset that you put me in the hospital. We don't need that extra stress right now." Kinley replied.
"I could have handled Stiles' reaction. I deserve whatever he would think. I freakin' attacked you!" Scott responded and stood up to begin pacing around the room.
"But you didn't really." She said, trying to calm Scott down. "The alpha made you. You weren't at all in control. You have nothing to apologize for, Scott." Kinley told him.
"I should have been able to control it." Scott replied and still sounded frantic. "You even did that, didn't you!? You brought me back somehow. I felt it. I heard your voice and you made me realize what I was doing. How did you do that?" He asked.
"That's something for another time." She told him and then looked at the chair for him to sit back down. He seemed to have walked all the nerves out and sat down next to her. "Look what matters is we're all safe and alive. So why don't we just stick with I barely remember anything. Deal?" Kinley asked.
"Deal." Scott replied, but his face still showed the guilt he felt.
Stiles and Penn walked in a moment later with a tray of food and some water. Kinley was grateful and starving.
Kinley was released from the hospital later that day. She found out that it was not blood loss that made them keep her. The scratch Scott gave her, as they discovered, was relatively small even when they brought her in. It was exhaustion that caused her to collapse and the doctors to worry. They wanted to monitor her overnight just in case there was something they missed. They couldn't figure out what caused her to become this overdone. They guessed that the stress from the night had hit all at once and made her body go into shock. She knew better. She remembered the green blurring her vision and the odd voice she spoke in. She knew it had something to do with her new found powers. Who knew what they would do to her next time.
After she got home and for the rest of that weekend, Kinley couldn't sleep due to the same nightmares she had in the hospital. She hoped over the next few days they would subside, but they only seemed to be getting worse. Her nightly wanderings were getting more frequent and lasting longer. However, that was making daylight hours difficult. She found herself doing homework and then waking up an hour later screaming. School as a distraction could not come quick enough or so she thought.
The events of the night in the school left a number unfortunate consequences. The first and biggest was Derek was still missing and presumed dead by all of those who were there that night. He was also a wanted criminal for a crime he did not commit thanks to Scott's lie to everyone. Scott had told everyone it was Derek who was behind the murders. Since they presumed Derek was dead, they didn't think it would be an issue. The second was Allison had broken up with Scott, leaving him with no anchor and make fighting the pull of the full moon even harder. Third was the Argents calling Kinley and wanting to know everything she knew about the night. Apparently, Allison told them everything, including her leaving to try and take on the alpha by herself. She couldn't dodge seeing them for long, and she knew it would be a bad encounter when she was forced to meet Kate. And finally, Penn was all over Kinley to stop messing with the werewolves in town because it was just a matter of time before her dad found out, killed Kinley for it, and then killed Penn for lying to him about it.
"I swear Kinley, this needs to end now!" Penn told her as Kinley drove them to school Monday morning. The school was closed Thursday and Friday because of the attacks. Luckily, no one at school knew who was in the the school that night because the police could not release the names of minors. "I won't lie for you if he asks me anything. It's become too dangerous for that, and I won't be to blame for your death because I kept my mouth shut!" Penn continued.
"Fine!" Kinley replied. "Don't lie for me. I don't want you in that position anyway. But don't just go off and tell him." She pleaded. "I need more time with this. It has gotten more..." Kinley searched for the best word to describe the insanity her life had become. "...complicated." That word barely summed it up. "and I just need to figure some things out before he drags us somewhere new. Please."
Penn huffed but agreed to it. Kinley was thankful. Granted, Penn could not stop her. She bet if Penn could, she would have done it by now. Instead, Penn was most likely keeping Kinley close to at least know what Kinley was doing in case she needed to save Kinley's ass. Which was nice, but Kinley wasn't going to reveal everything to her. She couldn't risk Penn getting scared and running to her dad.
They arrived at school, and as usual, went their separate ways. Kinley headed to her world history class with Scott, Stiles and Jackson. She, oh so wonderfully, had an exam that day in which she was in no way ready for. She could probably scrape a C though since they were on mythologies still.
The moment she sat down in her desk all of her energy drained. She didn't even try to sleep until about 5am the previous night, which meant she was running on less than 2 hours of sleep. Stiles took his usual seat next to her, and he tried to ask her how she was, but the bell rang and the teacher began handing out exam booklets and explaining how the test would go. Stiles was forced to sit back and listen to the teacher.
Kinley began her test, but her eyes kept fluttering closed. She was so tired. She kept poking her wrist with her pen to keep herself awake. She glanced up at the clock and saw she had only a few minutes left. She began to get nervous. She was barely halfway through the exam.
Her anxiety tripled when she heard a low growl. She looked around the room. Everyone was still taking the exam. Didn't they hear the sound? She asked herself. She tried to get Stiles attention, but he wouldn't look at her. She then tried to get Scott and Jackson's attention too, but they wouldn't look at her either. She heard the low growl again. She stood up from her desk and told everyone to get out, but they wouldn't listen. They all just sat there taking the exam. She told the teacher who just told her to sit back down. She looked over at the door and saw through the window a menacing black shape creeping closer.
"Please!" She begged everyone. "We have to go! There's no time!" She pleaded. Not one person even moved. "Come on!" She screamed! "Stiles! Scott!" She yelled for their attention again, but she got nothing.
Suddenly, the door burst apart and the werewolf stared at her with its glowing red eyes. She screamed and backed away. She knocked into desks as she tried to back-up as far from the creature as possible. The werewolf just stared menacingly down at her and slowly moved forward. She finally hit the back wall and had no where else to go. The werewolf growled once more before it pounced and was right on top of her. She screamed and opened her eyes and she saw the entire class staring at her.
She tried to breathe to calm herself down, but she couldn't. Every time she tried, she could only take shallow breaths. Her chest then began to feel heavy and tight. She couldn't take the staring classmates, and so without a moments hesitation, she grabbed her books and fled the classroom. She didn't even bother handing in her test. She just left it on her desk. She ran down the hall to the spot where she made Scott drop the key, and she collapsed against one of the lockers. She just began to sob.
"Kinley?" A voice whispered. It was Stiles. He sat down next to her and put his arm over her shoulder. She just turned into him and cried. Stiles sat there for the rest of the hour, never moved or said a word.
Kinley heard the bell ring, and it made her jump.
"It's okay, its just...first period's over. Do you want me to take you to the nurse?" He asked, his arm still around her.
"No, no. I'm fine." She replied and wiped the tears from her eyes. Stiles then looked at her skeptically. "I just haven't been sleeping. I'm not even sure what just happened." She explained.
"You had a panic attack, but don't worry about it. I used to get them all them time right after my mom died." Stiles told her. "They won't last."
Kinley knew it was just Stiles and his dad, but she had never actually heard Stiles talk about his mom before.
"Oh." She told him, not exactly sure what to say. "I'm sorry to hear about your mom." She said and looked up at him.
"Thanks. It happened a while ago." He responded and then seemed to be done with the topic. "The panic attacks will subside though. It will just take some time."
Kinley nodded and wondered how long they lasted for Stiles. Maybe they never fully ended, but they just got less frequent. "Well, I am hoping sooner rather than later." She said. He gave her a reassuring smile and squeezed her closer to him. The pressure was comforting.
"Do you think this has to do with what you don't remember from the other night? Is that what brought the attack on?" Stiles asked her.
The night flashed in front of Kinley's eyes as he mentioned it. She remembered every detail, but she had no way to explain it. If only Derek was there to help her. He said he had something that might be of use to her, but without him, she might never learn what that was.
"No idea." She answered Stiles. "A lot happened that night and who knows what else my brain has blocked out. It probably has to do with why the doctors kept me. The stress of everything just keeps hitting me all at once. I'll be fine in a few days once the aftershocks, so to speak, wear off." Kinley lied and Stiles nodded, accepting her ideas about the whole thing. "You know what, I think I might just head home for the day. Maybe I can sleep and be more up for this tomorrow." She told him.
Stiles helped her up and took her to her car. She asked if he would tell Penn that she had gone home. He happily obliged and told her to call him later when she had a chance, just to check in. She agreed, gave him a hug and then got in her car.
However, she did not go home. She decided to go to the Hale house instead. Kinley couldn't wallow and dwell on things. They just ate her up inside and always made her feel worse. She had to take control of her fear and do something with it. It was the only way to make the nightmares stop.
If Derek had anything of value, it would be at his house. Maybe she could find whatever he mentioned that night on her own. She drove to the Hale house and already began to feel better. It didn't take long to get to the house. She parked out front. It didn't matter who saw her. No one would question her being here now. She walked into the house, and it was as decrepit as she remembered. She didn't know how she was going to find anything in this mess.
She guessed upstairs was her best bet for finding something. She slowly went up the stairs, fearing a step might break at any moment. She checked a few rooms for anything interesting, and they were all empty expect for dirt and dust. There was one room left to check, and it had more than dirt but not much more. The room had a single mattress, a set of drawers, and an end table with a small lamp. He got electricity in this place? Maybe the lamp was just there because he didn't feel like moving it. She thought. It seemed like something Derek would do.
She started her search through the set drawers. She opened the top and looked through it. There was only t-shirts and a few button down shirts, all of which were wrinkled. She moved to the next one which was just full of jeans and sweats. She pulled the third and it was boxers and socks. She felt weird rummaging through it, but she needed to search everything. However, there was nothing there either. She opened the final drawer and it was full of knick knacks and pictures.
She saw a Hale family photo in front of the house. They all looked happy. Derek looked a decent number of years younger, but she could still tell it was him. He was slimmer and a good bit shorter, but he still had those dark somewhat menacing eyes. It must have been taken shortly before the fire because Derek looked to be around 15. Then there was also random individual photos of Laura, Derek, their mom, and their dad. She found a few small trinkets like a necklace with the same design as Derek's tattoo. She wondered who the necklace belonged to. Then she found something that might be useful. It was a leather bound journal. She picked it up and was about to open it when she someone spoke.
"You know it's rude to go through other people's things when you haven't been given permission, but I guess hunters always feel they're above common decency." Said a voice behind her that made her tense up.
Kinley froze for a moment and then slowly turned."Derek?" Kinley questioned. There he was, just standing there like he did not just have blood pouring out of his mouth days ago. He was leaning casually against the door frame. "You're alive." She stated.
"Yes, I am, and you're trespassing." He responded. "Why are you even here? Shouldn't you be in school." He asked and crossed his arms.
"Yeah, I should be, but I couldn't really focus. How are you alive?" She asked him. She was still looking at him like she was seeing a ghost.
"It's amazing what some people can come back from." He responded. "But you still haven't answered my question. Why did you break into my house?"
"Besides there being no actual lock and barely a door, I was looking for help. Something more happened after you left. I used my power and cut the alpha's control off from Scott. I don't know how I did it. You said that night before Scott and Stiles came back out of the school that you might have something that could help me understand. So I came looking for it." She explained. "I didn't think you'd mind since I thought, you know, you were dead." She added.
Derek chuckled a little. "I do have something that might help, but my journal is not it." He replied.
Derek crossed to her and took the journal forcefully from her hands and then led her out of his bedroom and back downstairs to the porch. He grabbed two rickety lawn chairs and they sat down to talk.
"So, what do you have then?" She asked, a little impatiently.
"I have some family stories, but they're just that, Kinley, stories. These are legends that have been passed down. They're to werewolves what folktales are to humans. So I have no idea whether or not these are true. Deaton would have a better idea. I am guessing that is why you went to see him. You knew what he used to be."
"I just know that he helps us out every once in awhile. My uncle calls him anytime a werewolf is involved in one of our cases."
Derek gave her a confused look but then nodded and continued to explain. "So I can tell you the story that might pertain to you. But don't take it as truth. I don't know if it is."
"I don't care. It will at least give me somewhere to start looking."
Derek nodded and then began his story.
"When I was younger, my mother would tell me a story before bed. One of them was called, 'The Green Eyed Girl.' It began with a girl born to two magical parents. However, she had no magic of her own. She was just a normal girl. Now before you ask what kind of magic, I don't know. All she said was magic." He explained and then returned to the story. "The girl always wished she had a power but did not dwell on the fact that she was powerless. Instead, she tried to help others in the any way she could.
Then far away from the girl there was a Druid who misused his gifts. He had all the power in the world, and only used it for selfish purposes. He gave himself riches and beauty. But every time he gained something, another lost it. A rival good Druid warned him of his misdeeds, but the evil Druid ignored his warning. One day he took too much and a life was taken. The good Druid could no longer stand by and watch the evil druid continue his misdeeds. So the good druid, cursed the man into a wolf. He said that until someone saved what most thought was an evil creature, the man would remain a wolf forever. Years passed and the evil druid tried so hard to make people see the wolf as a good wolf and not as one that would harm anyone. But no one ever helped him until one day a girl with green eyes appeared.
The wolf was being beaten by a man who thought it was trying to hurt his family even though it had done nothing. The girl saw that the wolf had not harmed the man in anyway and told the man to stop hurting it. The girl told the man that just because he feared the creature that did not mean he could hurt the creature when it had done nothing to hurt him. The man did not take this very well and tossed the girl aside. Before the man could hurt the girl, the wolf transformed back into a Druid and frightened the other man away and saved the girl. The girl thanked him, but the Druid said it was she he should thank. He explained that he had been trapped as a wolf by a rival druid until someone saw him as something other than evil creature. The man thought no one would ever look at a wolf and not fear it. The girl said she deserved no thanks for doing something right.
This is when the Druid had an idea. He decided that to thank the girl, he would give her and her future line his power. The girl refused and said now that the Druid had learned his lesson that he could use his gifts for good. She had lived her whole life without magic, and she could continue to do so. The Druid thanked the girl for her faith in him, but told her that this was the true lesson his rival gave to him. The Druid knew he no longer deserved the power he was given, but someone like this girl did. His powers were a gift that he turned into a plight on the rest of the world. She would never do that. He told the girl that her and her future daughters would keep the power as long as they remained as compassionate and kind as she was. From that day on, the girl kept the power and only used it for good. She then passed down the story to her family and taught them compassion to all others.
Derek finished the story and looked at Kinley who was not quite sure what to do with it. "So you think I'm the daughter of a Druidess who got her power from a druid/wolfman?" She questioned. "Yeah that wasn't helpful."
"I told you I had something. I didn't say it would explain everything. It's an Irish tale, I think. My mom told it and she had Irish background; so that's what I'm guessing if you want to research further. But that's the only time I've heard anything about green eyes."
"Yeah and the green eyes are barely mentioned." She mumbled.
"Well in other versions only the daughters born with green eyes inherited the power, but my mother didn't always tell it that way." Derek told her. "There's also supposed to be a brother somewhere in the story, but I don't remember. It was a long time ago."
"At least it gives me a starting point, but I also have no idea what powers I might have. So far I manipulated Scott's feelings and threw you against a wall...twice. Sorry about that…. And I'm not sure how any of those work either, or if I can get them to work without being under extreme duress." She complained.
"I will keep digging. My mom kept some things elsewhere. Maybe I can find something more. She tended to write down the stories she told. I could easily have missed something. I haven't heard that story in at least 15 years."
"You would do that for me?" She asked, wondering why Derek would help her.
"I will if you help me." He replied.
Kinley should have seen it coming. "What do you want?" She asked and prepared herself for some awful favor.
"I want to stop the alpha, and I think with you, Scott, and myself we can- if we work together. But that means I need you to tell me everything you know so far and I will do the same."
This seemed like a very reasonable request and one she wanted to be a part of anyway. "What's the catch?" She asked.
"I need you to keep your ties with the Argents. If I know what they're planning, I have a better chance of stopping the alpha and also not getting killed by them in the process."
That was one hell of a catch. Kinley was already feeling a strain in her relationship with the Argents since she had still not called Kate back about the night in the school. There was no way she could tell Kate about her power and how she actually survived that night. They would most likely want her dead too. But she needed Derek's help, and it looked like this was the only way. She only hoped he was not lying about possibly having more information. So she reluctantly agreed.
"Good doing business with you, Wesson. Maybe not all hunters are pure evil." Derek said.
"Gee, thanks." Kinley replied, and she shook her head at Derek.
Everything they needed to discuss seemed to be done so Kinley thought it was best to head out. She said goodbye to Derek and headed to her car.
Kinley left Derek's and began to drive home, but she really didn't feel like being alone at the moment. She knew Stiles and Scott had lacrosse practice after school and decided to watch/read while they played. It would at least keep her mind busy from everything going on for a while.
Kinley arrived back at school and wandered down the halls until she bumped into Scott who was not looking too good. His face was pale, and he was sweating. He also seemed to be in his own reality. "You okay, Scott?" She asked.
"Yeah, fine. Can I talk to you for a second?" He asked and barely looked at her.
"Sure." She replied, confused.
He pulled her down the hall and into the coaches office and shut the door. "Is this about happened in class? Because you don't have to worry-" She began but Scott cut her off.
"I just...I needed to ask you something." He replied. "Do you, uh,...Do you know if Allison still likes me?" He asked.
Kinley was not sure why we was asking her this question. Lydia would probably know better. "Uh I don't know Scott. I mean I think a part of her always will. Why are you asking?"
"Really?" He asked ignoring her question.
"Yeah, but for now, I think she just wants to be friends. That night in the school was a lot, Scott. She needs some time." She answered.
"Just friends." He repeated her in a low whisper. He then turned and looked at her. He stepped closer and she took a step back
"For now, but I think she'll realize her mistake soon enough when she realizes that you did everything that night to protect her." Scott was beginning to get uncomfortably close to Kinley. "I mean," Kinley said and tried to back away but hit a wall. "She is really missing out on a great guy."
Scott then kissed her hard and pushed her against the wall. She tried to push him off, but he was too strong. She then kneed him in the shin and he fell.
"What the hell, Scott?" She yelled.
Scott seemed to be back for a minute. He mumbled sorry and then left.
Kinley was frozen in place for a while. She couldn't believe what just happened. Eventually, she regained control of her limbs and headed out to the lacrosse field. Practice had barely started, and there was already chaos on the field. Everyone was standing around Danny with shocked looks on their faces.
"What happened?" She asked Stiles as she ran up. Stiles looked very surprised to see her.
"Scott just nailed, Danny." Stiles replied. "What happened to your hair?" He asked.
She felt her hair and noticed her ponytail was falling out.
"It just comes out sometimes." She replied, not sure what to say about what just happened. Kinley then distracted herself by taking a closer look at Danny. He seemed to be alright with just a bloody nose.
What was Scott thinking? It was then that Kinley realized what was going on. Scott kissing her and then hurting one of his friends. Tonight was a full moon, and without Allison, Scott had no control. She wanted to warn Stiles, but Coach interrupted.
"Suck it up and get back on the field!" Coach yelled.
All the guys began to move away from Danny and retake their positions. Before they started practice again, Kinley tried one more time to warn Stiles, but Coach also shooed her off the field. She was forced to sit on the sidelines and wait. She watched them practice for the rest of the afternoon and was only able to warn Stiles about Scott at the end when all the guys headed toward the locker room.
"Stiles, wait up!" Kinley yelled as he followed his teammates back to the school.
Stiles slowed down and Kinley ran to catch up with him.
"Scott. Full moon." Kinley said, a little out of breathe. "No anchor."
"I know." Stiles replied and chuckled at her non-sentences. "He's been out of it all day without her. I have a plan though."
Kinley looked at him quizzically.
"He might not like it, but he can't be trusted right now. So I went through some of my dad's old police things and found these." Stiles rummaged through his bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "Doggy is being fenced in tonight. I'm also gonna stick around and keep an eye on him in case the cuffs don't hold, but I think, or I hope, he'll have enough control to not break out. I guess we'll see." He explained and then put the cuffs back into the bag.
"Well, if you..." Kinley started, but then her phone buzzed. She had a text from Derek telling her to meet him back at the house. She looked up from her phone and Stiles was waiting for her to finish her thought. "Oh, Well, I was going to say I can help, but after this morning, I think I need to do some history stuff. Are you okay on your own with him?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. You need to do some things for yourself every once and a while. If I need anything, I'll call." He told her.
"Okay, great. Otherwise, see you at school tomorrow." She replied.
"Yeah." He said and then ran to catch up with the rest of the team.
Kinley spun on her heels and went to her car. She wasn't trying to hide her new alliance with Derek. However, it was just Kinley's nature to keep people out of things that could harm them or just wasn't their business in the end. She would tell Stiles and Scott eventually, but that time was not now, especially with a full moon crazed Scott.
She drove back to Derek's house and found Derek sitting in the moldy living with a few scraps of papers and a journal in his hands. He gestured for her to join him. She found the least dust and dirt covered chair and brought it next to Derek.
"I found a journal of my mom's that listed some of the powers you might have. Again, this is all from folktales. They might not be accurate." He explained and handed Kinley a list.
The list had quite a few things on it. Two on the list she had experienced. One was telekinesis and the other was empathic manipulation. The list then ranged from being able to shape shift to being able to teleport. There was one that even said she could possibly take the plague away from someone. She looked at Derek with a quizzical eyebrow raised.
"Don't look at me. Those are just what she had. I've no idea which ones are true and which ones aren't. I don't even know if this is even the reason why you have powers. But I told you I would keep looking and this is what I found so far." He told her
"No, this is great. It at least gives me something to expect or to even try in dire situations. Thanks."
Derek and Kinley sat there and discussed some things that she might look into when her phone rang. It was Stiles.
"Hey what's up?" Kinley answered.
"Scott." Stiles said angrily.
She walked slightly away from Derek. She did it out of habit because he would hear both sides of the conversation regardless. Stupid werewolf senses.
"Scott what?" Kinley asked.
"He escaped." Stiles said and it sounded like he said it through his teeth. "We need to find him before he gets killed."
"Are you sure? You kinda sound like you want him dead." She replied.
"Part of me does, but not by the Argents. You have to help me find him." Stiles told her.
"Okay, I'm with Derek. He can track Scott by scent. He'll find him." She replied.
Derek must have heard what she said because he took off instantly into the woods.
"You're with Derek but he's-" Stiles started.
"He's alive. I will explain later. Where are you?" She asked.
"I'm near the entrance to the forest preserve. I'm pulling onto..." He trailed off.
"Stiles, Stiles!" Kinley yelled in the phone. "Tell me-"
Stiles cut her off. "I'll call you back." He said and hung up the phone.
"Stiles!" She yelled again but there was no one on the other end. "Dammit." She said to herself and went to her car.
Kinley tried to find Stiles with the little information she had, but there was no sign of him anywhere so she headed back to the motel to wait. When she got there, Penn was asleep on her books. Kinley still wasn't sleeping so she decided to do some world history extra credit since she definitely failed her exam.
It was not until about 1:30am that Stiles finally called.
"Hey," She answered. "Is Scott okay?"
"Yeah, he's fine. Derek got him before he killed Jackson. He might have messed up Jackson's car a little, but that's all. Apparently, Jackson was with Allison and Scott got a bit overly jealous. Derek handled it though. Scott's back home now." Stiles said and this time sounded actually happy about Scott being alive.
"Oh good." She breathed a sigh of relief. "You sound better than earlier. Did I miss something?" She asked.
"Yeah, but it's fine now. Sorry, I didn't check in 'til now. I'm with my dad. They found another body. Are you okay? How's Derek?" He replied and Derek's name sounded like acid on his tongue.
"Yeah, Stiles I'm fine. And I swear I was with Derek for a reason. He didn't kidnap me or anything." She replied.
"Okay, good. So are you going to explain why you were with Derek?" He asked.
"Um," Kinley started. "I was at his house looking for anything he might have had on the alpha. I thought he might have something that he hadn't yet felt inclined to share." She lied. She felt that the lie was almost too easy to tell. Sometimes she hated how well she could keep people at a distance.
She just couldn't tell Stiles about the powers she now had. She knew he had accepted Scott and his new supernatural side which probably meant he would accept her too. However, she just wasn't comfortable telling people yet. She also just didn't know much about the whole thing herself and wanted to get a handle on it before too many people were in the know. "When I was there, he caught me snooping through his stuff. We talked and he is going to help us track down the alpha. He wants it gone too." She told Stiles.
"Oh okay. That makes sense. But next time bring back-up with you. The next werewolf's house you break into might not be as nice as Derek….Did I just say 'as nice as Derek?'" Stiles asked.
"Yeah, you did." She laughed. "Life is getting weirder every day, isn't it?" She replied.
"It definitely is and this day needs to end before it gets worse. I'll see you at school." He told her and hung up the phone.