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The McCall Twin

Chapter Eighteen – Wolf's Bane Pt. 2

"You want me to do what?"

Danny looked at me then back to Stiles in surprise.

Stiles did not stutter. "Trace a text. Well, two to be exact."

Still Danny was set on not being a criminal once again. He insisted, "I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do." Suddenly Danny turned to me and questioned, "And why are you here? Aren't you lab partners with Tim?" Note to self: my lab partner's name is Tim not Josh.

I waved it off and pushed him, "Come on, I'm sure Adrian wouldn't mind if you neglected his work just this once." Then I clapped my hands together and said, "You know what? I'll even talk to him for you. I got the hookup."

Danny looked at me and shook his head, "No, Emily. Lab work not fugitive work."

It's time to crack down and bring out the lip. Blinking my eyes at him, I let my bottom lip push out a bit and said in a sad tone, "Please, Handy Danny. You're our only hope." I was feeling a bit theatrical.

He groaned and averted his eyes from me.

Stiles chuckled somewhat evilly (he knew the power of my stare), "Just give in, Danny."

At the sound of Stiles' voice, he looked at him then back to me. He raised his hand to me and I knew I had won. I was seriously amazing with my look. I'm simply remarkable-

I sputtered as Danny's hand engulfed my face and pushed me away. "No, no, no. I'm not doing it, so both of you can just drop it. I'll say it one more time – We are doing lab work, nothing more."

I squinted at him in anger. "I thought we were homies, man, you cold."

"Look," Stiles cut in, "We'll do lab work...once you trace the texts."

Danny quirked an eyebrow and asked, "And what makes you think I know how?"

Stiles and I looked at each other and shrugged then Stiles said, "Well, I looked up your arrest report, so…"

"I was thirteen," defended Danny. "They dropped the charges."

I raised my hands and replied, "We're not calling you out. Props to you, you rebellious teen."

Stiles made inaudible noise as he raised his eyebrows slightly. Danny was not going for it as he said, "No. We're doing lab work." With that, he began to grab a chair and pull out his stuff. I turned to Stiles who was looking at me as he made an aggravated face and clenched his fingers. I made a claw with my hand and barred my teeth playfully.

Stiles sighed through his nose and turned to the computer, where he began typing. Angrily, might I add? Danny sat down next to him while I stood behind Stiles. I was playing with his peach fuzz on his head when Danny leaned in closer to ask a question. "Who's he again?"

My sexy-assed boo, that's who. Oh look, I'm a poet and I didn't even know it.

Where I couldn't tell Danny that without eyebrows being raised, I flicked Stiles subtly so he could take this one. Stiles looked around to see Derek as said sexy man was sitting on a chair reading a book. More like pretending to read.

"Um," Stiles started. "My cousin." I resisted the urge to face palm and smiled when Danny looked at me as if he was checking for confirmation. "Miguel."

I couldn't decide if I wanted to laugh at the look on Derek's face or hit Stiles repeatedly, but in order to avoid suspicion I just calmly- HAHAHA! Sue me, I busted out laughing. I felt all three look at me, but I just could not stop. But when Stiles elbowed me, I sobered up a bit. Danny was still looking at me strangely (I couldn't help but note that several others have given me this look…wonder why).

Stiles elbowed me again and I explained to Danny, "Sorry…" I chortled quietly. "I just thought of something funny that happened yesterday…" Danny was still giving me that look. "With Miguel. Pay no mind to me."

"Yeah, cause if you do, you'll surely lose it…" muttered Stiles under his breath.

I retaliated by pulling his peach fuzz. I smiled sweetly when he cried out and grasped his head gently.

Danny shook his head at us before looking back to Der- Miguel. Chuckle, chuckle. "Is that blood on his shirt?"

Stiles and I both turned quickly to see that Derek aka Miguel did in fact have blood on his shirt. Stiles widened his eyes at me before answering Danny, "Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds."

I nodded sadly, "Bleeding nose."

"Hey Miguel," Stiles called out to Derek. The look on Derek's face was dangerous and gorgeous at the same time; a lovely combination. "I thought I told you could borrow one of my shirts." Stiles gestured with his eyes to his drawers. Pft. As if those huge muscles could fit into Stiles' scrawny shirts.

Derek closed the book and threw it on the bed before standing up and walking over to the dresser. Then he did the greatest thing ever. Well, greatest for me… And Danny… Ah, what the hell maybe even Stiles... He took off his shirt. Sure, his back was to us but that was one sexy back especially with that tattoo.

"Hot damn," I mumbled underneath my breath. I've seen him without a shirt before, but it does not get old at all. Not one bit.

I faintly heard Stiles trying to convince Danny about tracing the text, but I was enamored with Derek that I could have cared less. Still, I took a glance at them and noticed Danny's eyes were not on Stiles at all. They were on Derek. That's my sexy, making men and women fall to his beautiful glory.

…Danny better just look and not touch, or I will cut a bitch. Ooh, ooh I'm sorry. That was a lot. I didn't mean it. Okay, I did just a bit, but… I'll just stop right now before I say something else… think it… whatever.

My attention was reverted back to Derek- shirtless Derek as he called out, "Stiles?"

We all looked at him and I wiped my mouth to make sure I wasn't drooling too badly.

He held up the shirt, "This," He pulled at it and said, "No fit." Guess he was getting into character.

"Then try something else on," Stiles replied.

I shook my head as I continued to stare at Derek and said, "I'll help him!"

I felt Stiles roll his eyes at me.

I quickly made my way to Derek and began looking in the drawers, trying to keep my eyes away from his well-sculpted chest. I mean I didn't want to be obvious about it.

"Enjoying yourself?" Derek snapped quietly.

Very much so.

"I have no idea what you are insinuating…" I said, gulping at how close I was to him.

Derek raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. He grabbed an orange and blue striped shirt and slipped it on. "In case you forgot, I have heightened hearing," He said lowly to me.

I furrowed my eyebrows. I didn't get what he was trying to say. He leaned closer to me and I gulped again as I started to heat up. He brushed his arm against my back, seeing as I still facing the drawer. I froze as he whispered, "Hot damn."

My eyes widened and my mouth made an 'o' shape.

"Hey," I was thankful for the interruption from Stiles, so I could recover from that hot mess. "That one looks pretty good, huh?" Stiles smacked Danny on the shoulder. "What do you think, Danny?"

Danny quickly looked away from Derek to Stiles. "Huh?"

Stiles pointed his thumb and said, "The shirt."

I wanted to laugh at Danny, but I think I was just as bad as him. So bad that I actually looked at him and signaled for him to say it didn't look good then I winked. He stopped looking at me and said, "It's… it's not really his color." YES, THERE IS A GOD.

Derek took off the shirt and turned back to the drawers.

I quickly glanced at him before saying, "I think Danny is enjoying himself, wouldn't you say?"

He just glared at me and continued looking for a shirt. It was a hopeless effort, but I let him keep going. His muscles moved every time he did and it was awesome. So, so awesome.

I smacked the drawer lightly and said, "You're not going to find one that fits you, you know."

"I'm sure you're just broken up about that," He replied, grabbing a brown shirt.

I nodded, "Totally." NOT.

He rolled his eyes before turning to Stiles and snapping, "Stiles. None of these fit."

"I guess you'll just have to stay shirtless then…" I trailed on as I gave Danny a huge wink and thumbs up.

Danny moved his eyes to me before settling back on Derek. Then he turned to Stiles and said, "I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of texts."

BADA BING, BADA BOOM.

Unfortunately, after a few minutes passed, we found a shirt for Derek. I tried to hide it, but he caught me. Such a shame for both me and Danny. Speaking of Danny, he was tracing this text like a boss. He knew just exactly what to do. I guess that's the benefit of becoming a criminal at the small age of thirteen.

"There," He said, moving his hands away from the keyboard. Derek, Stiles, and I all leaned closer to the screen as he began showing us what he found. "Both texts were sent from a computer." He clicked something and crossed his arms. "This one."

My eyes widened and jaw dropped. What the hell?

Derek was the first to recover from the shock after we all read the screen. "Registered to that account name?"

Danny nodded slightly, but Stiles was against it. "No, no. That can't be right."

I felt Derek and Stiles look at me as I continued to read the screen over and over.

Account registered to:
Beacon Hills Hospital - Melissa McCall

Hell no, it can't be right.

-X-

So what had happened next was –

Stiles patted me on the back to what he thought was gentle, but in reality I had to keep myself from slamming my face onto the screen. Then Sexy caught my shoulder -swoon- and said we needed to check out the computer because there was a chance that it wasn't my mom who sent it.

See? He's obviously concerned about me and feels the need to reassure my worries. When I told him this, he rolled his eyes and replied with, "Everyone becomes concerned after meeting you." I just smiled brightly as I waved him off, "Oh stop." He wants me bad.

Ten minutes later, Danny was kicked out and we were on our way to Mom's -WHO IS COMPLETELY INNOCENT BECAUSE SHE'S TOO COOL FOR THAT KIND OF ISH- work. I, of course, was thrown in the back as Stiles drove and Sexy took shot gun. But since it is Derek, it's just dandy.

"Did you get the picture?" Scott's voice was so loud that I could hear him. Stiles didn't even have it on speaker and I had no wolfy powers to assist me. And people say I'm the loud twin.

Stiles answered, "Yeah I did and it looks just like the drawing." Before Stiles could even think, Derek grabbed his arm and pulled the phone to his ear to talk with Scott. Lucky Stiles, man. "Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening," Derek told him, "Something!"

Has anyone noticed how hot Derek's voice is? I mean he's not exactly yelling, but it's loud to get his point across. Gosh, his voice makes me giddy. Think what you will on the last sentence.

Scott had been answering Derek, but was suddenly quiet and another voice replaced his. "Where the hell is Bilinski?" I held in a snort. That is priceless. Gah, Finstock, you funny man.

I suddenly reached for Stiles' arm, seeing that Derek had released it earlier, and brought it towards my ear. "Finstock, calm your tits! Biles will be there along with your number one cheerleader! Go team!"

Just as the last word left my mouth, Stiles ripped his hand from my grasp with a, "Can you not?" Sticking my tongue out at him, I sat up until my head was in between Stiles and Derek. Said sexy man glanced at me and I grinned widely.

Rolling his lovely green eyes, he looked forward probably listening to the conversation between twin and Stiles. I smiled and looked out the window only to let out a sharp breath. The Alpha was standing in front of the Jeep, looking straight at me. I gripped my seat tightly.

"What?"

I turned to face Derek as he spoke. Stiles was still talking on the phone, but Derek's attention was on me. I should have been all over that, but all I was concerned for at the moment was the Alpha that was in front of me. Ignoring Derek, I looked back to the Alpha, but the window was now empty.

"What is it?" Derek questioned again.

I gulped softly and shook my head, chuckling, I answered, "Nothing, just me being me."

His green eyes narrowed. His stare was so intense that I had to look away. He looked like he was going to say more, but luckily Stiles pulled his attention over to him.

"I know!" Stiles replied to whatever Scott had said. "Look, if you just- if you see my dad, can you tell him…" He trailed off. "Tell him I'll be there just be a little bit late, okay? …Alright thanks." With that said, Stiles hung up the phone.

Derek gave him a look. "You're not gonna make it."

"I know." Stiles said.

Derek continued, "And you didn't tell him about his mom either."

Stiles let out a small breath and said, "Not till we find out the truth."

"Amen to that," I remarked looking at the building of Beacon Hills Hospital. "Besides, Scott has enough on his plate. I think we could let it slide about not telling him about my mom when we find out that she's innocent."

Stiles nodded, "I agree."

"Whatever," Derek said then turned to Stiles. "By the way, one more thing."

"Yeah?" Stiles got to reply before Derek grabbed his head and hit it against the steering wheel- hard. "Oh my God!" Stiles yelled in pain and held his face. "What the hell-"

Pointing a finger at him, Derek answered, "You know what that was for. Go." Cue Stiles' pain (also looks like he is having bathroom problems) face. "Go!"

Stiles clambered out of the car quickly and I followed him, trying not to laugh at his expression. I turned back to face Derek and grinned at him, giving him a thumbs up.

The eyes rolled once more.

-X-

Stiles and I had made it in without any trouble, but something felt off like it was just too quiet. Glancing around, I turned to Stiles, "This may be overly cliché, but it's quiet. Too quiet."

He nodded, "Terribly cliché, but you're right. Where is everybody?"

"This is weird," I said then gestured to his phone. "Call Derek to let him know that nobody's in here."

Stiles scoffed. "I'm not calling him. He slammed my head against a steering wheel! I'm sorry, but when I'm physically assaulted I don't particularly want to talk to the person that did it."

"Pussy."

"I'm not. I just-,"

"Meow!"

"Emily, I-,"

"Aw is the little putty tat scared of the big bad wolf?"

"Hell yes-,"

"Meow!"

Stiles let out a loud, annoyed groan before shouting, "Alright fine! Stop meowing."

I beamed in triumph.

As Stiles began going through his contacts, he suddenly realized something. "Wait, you have his number too. Why didn't you call him? I thought you would've loved to talk to him."

"Oh, I would have but then I would miss a possibility of Derek becoming annoyed with you and hitting your head on a steering wheel again. I can't miss that."

"You asshole- what? No! Not you man! Agh, no it- that- Emily," Stiles stumbled over his words. I began laughing my ass off. It's like God was looking down on me.

Sighing at the way things turned out, Stiles changed the subject. "Look man, I said I can't find her." When Derek had answered, Stiles gestured me to follow him. I realized we were heading to Derek's uncle's room. Only thing was that he wasn't even there.

"He's not here. He's gone, Derek." Stiles told him.

I shook my head. "What the hell? This is getting even weirder."

Stiles nodded at me, but then froze. Suddenly I could hear Derek's voice as it rose higher and higher. "Oh my G- Stiles, you and Emily get out of there right now! It's him! He's the Alpha! Get out!"

Stiles glanced at me as I stood frozen next to him. Ever so slowly, we turned to the right to see Derek's so-called sick uncle standing there. It suddenly hit me that this was the man that was messing with me. He was the one who bit Scott. He was the fire starter of this mess. He did it. And that made him much scarier than I originally thought him and I thought he was really scary.

"You must be Stiles," He said, smiling. Then he looked at me and his smile seemed to grow as he said my name, "Nice to see you again, Emily."

My breathing became increasingly faster as did my heartbeat. Stiles stared at him before grabbing my arm and pulling me away to make a run for it. I couldn't take my eyes off of him though. Only when I heard a woman's voice did I.

"What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over." It was the redhead from before when Scott and I first saw Derek's uncle- the Alpha.

Stiles seemed to piece everything together. He pointed towards Red, "You…" Then to the Alpha, "And him…" Then back to Red, "You're the one…" Back to Alpha, "Oh my- and he's the-," A glance to me. "Oh my God, we're going to die." He glanced back and forth to Red and the Alpha. "We're going to die."

Usually I would have some lovely comeback like 'You're going to need flowers for your funeral. I guess yours would be cattails, huh pussy?' but right now nothing was coming out. The Alpha was right there. He had been mind-fucking me with his stupid cut on my arm. I was not okay.

Suddenly, I heard something fall and I turned to see Red falling to the floor, unconscious. I turned my head and met the green eyes of Derek. He glanced at me before looking to the Alpha as he spoke.

I shivered at his voice. "That's not nice. She's my nurse."

A nurse that was doing too much.

"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people," Derek easily retorted before addressing us, "Get out of the way."

"Aw damn," Stiles remarked before pulling me down with him.

The Alpha wasted no time as he began walking closer to Derek. "You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?"

Derek's eyes flashed bright blue as he growled at his uncle. Jumping against the wall, Derek lunged for the Alpha but he slammed Derek against the hospital wall. I winced at the impact and my eyes widened as the Alpha threw Derek against the other wall only this time Derek stayed down.

Stiles started crawling/half walking away from the scene and dragged me along. As he hid us behind the desk, all I could wonder was 'where the hell is everybody?!' No nurses except Red Riding Hood, no security, no doctors. Is this National Hospital Staff Day Off or something I didn't get the memo about?

"You okay?" Stiles asked, almost inaudibly.

"Not one bit," I answered truthfully.

Stiles nodded, "Good, I'd be worried more if you were." I tried to smile at him. If he knew just how bad I really was, he would not be saying that.

"I'm gonna check it out. Hold on." He moved his body to see what was going on, but a second later he threw himself back towards me, looking like a fish out of water. "Here, good. Out there, not good."

I tried listening to what the Alpha was saying to Derek, but I could barely hear what they were saying. All I heard was them struggling and fighting. Suddenly, the sound of glass breaking hit my ears and I jumped. This was insane. Derek was going to get seriously hurt. I know he can heal and all, but this Alpha was crazy and what if he didn't stop? I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Where the hell is everybody at?!"

A/N: I really hated the ending, but whatever. I hoped you enjoyed and again sorry! So in the last chapter about shit hitting the fan? Guys, you can't even see the fan anymore - the shit is covering it. Danny was pressured with Derek's delicious bod and found out where the texts came from. Derek is suspicious about Emily's questions and her looking like a deer in headlights. Stiles got his head slammed against a steering wheel. The Alpha is revealed. And Emily is concerned with the lack of hospital staff. All in all - shit covered fan. Oh! We're so close to 800 reviews, coolio right? Welp, that's all for now! Until next time.

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