...I'm so utterly and completely sorry.

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The McCall Twin

Chapter Twenty-Five – Shape Shifted

"Um, hey," I said as I slowly walked in the darkened warehouse. "Derek?"

You know when he texted me to come over, I didn't expect this abandoned warehouse that creeps the crap out of me. At least it was an improvement from the Hale house. Both places were entirely creepy, but whatevs my beautiful Derek is here and his sexiness outshines everything. But seriously where the heck is he?

"Derek, are you here?" I looked around and saw nothing. Just when I was going to give up, I heard my name from behind me. I turned to look and instantly shat my pants. There were red, piercing eyes staring at me in the shadows. Taking a sharp breath, I stumbled as I tried to move away fast.

Peter wasn't dead. He was here.

My arms were caught quickly, preventing me from moving. My breath had become heavy and shaky as I tried to pry my arms loose. They didn't budge and I was severely freaking out because oh my God I'm so dead.

"It's me," The gruff voice told me.

I froze and looked up to stare at the now green eyes. Now that he was in the light, I could see him clearly – the pitch black hair, the lovely green eyes, the slight scruff on his face. I released a breath and relaxed almost immediately.

Trying to play it off, I spoke, "H-Hey, you scared me. When you look for places, do you always go for dark and creepy? Because you succeeded." I grinned at him, but his facial expression was guarded practically bordering suspicious. "So, do I get the grand tour?"

If he noticed my little episode, he didn't mention it or react. Instead, he smirked down at me and replied, "Well I could give you a tour…" He trailed off and since he was still holding my arms, he surprised me when he pulled me to him, "Or we could find something else to do."

I resisted the urge to gulp and said, "W-What'd you have in mind?"

His smirk about destroyed me in so many ways. Don't be ashamed if you immediately think wrong because the feels.

"I could think of a few things," He retorted huskily. Oh baby, please show me them. I understand things better hands-on.

I stared up at him, still reeling, and smiled.

He took that as an invitation and bent down to press his lips to mine feverishly. I eagerly returned it and once he released my arms I wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me slightly.

I stumbled back, but this time it was not like earlier. No, this time it was because his kiss became deeper as he tangled his hand in my hair, tilting my face upwards. Our lips separated as he pressed me against a pole of the abandoned train. I was able to let out a breath of air before he captured my lips with his.

It was getting hot really fast, but just as quick as it became hot – it turned ice cold.

"Derek!" A frantic voice sounded throughout the creepy, dark hideout. Fast footsteps could be heard running down the stairs towards us. "Derek!"

Derek and I pulled away at the noise. I turned my head to where the noise was coming from. I wouldn't see Derek stare at me before glancing to the noise without surprise. As I peered up at him, he put his finger to his lips and moved me quickly into a separate room. He crouched down quickly and sat me down.

He moved me so fast that I was a little disoriented when I looked around. Derek was already gone from sight and his voice sounded from behind the wall. "What's wrong?" He must have been talking to whoever had been freaking out.

The person answered, out of breath, "My dad." Taking short and fast breaths, he continued, "I think he's dead."

From the corner of my eye I saw something move and I glanced to see what it was. It was Derek (key = his ass). He was standing there and had taken a step closer to the frantic voice. Speaking of this voice, it sounded familiar. Like really familiar, but because of the guy's tone I couldn't put my finger on it.

Breathing as quietly as I could, I leaned over to my left and peeked at the two. Directing my attention away from Derek's ass, I peered ahead and my mouth fell open. It was Isaac, my blue-eyed beauty, my La Blue Eyes, my Blue Eyes-aac. Oh my goodness, I was in no way expecting this.

…

Wait, um, what the heck is he doing telling Derek all of this? Last I checked my Sexy was still painfully shy and didn't like to talk much to people. So why was Isaac confiding this with Derek? Or more importantly, how did his dad die?!

"What did you do?" Derek asked solemnly.

He thought Isaac killed him?! What the hell! Isaac wouldn't hurt a fly! Even though those bitches deserve it. He's like a saint!

Isaac didn't seemed too surprised at the accusation as he replied, "That's the thing. It wasn't me."

What the actual shit?

Derek sighed and rubbed a hand over his mouth. "Alright, I need you to take me there before the cops get there. Wait upstairs and I'll be right behind you." Isaac hesitated. "Go now."

Isaac nodded shortly and ran up the stairs. Once he was gone, Derek spun around and walked past me. While he shrugged his sexy signature leather jacket, I stood quickly and stared after Isaac. Then I turned to Derek and made a 'wha' noise before gesturing wildly to where Isaac went.

"What was that?" I questioned him.

"You were peeking," He stated.

"That's beside the fact," I replied with a nervous laugh. "Why was Isaac here? Since when did you talk to him?" Then it came to me. "Oh my God, is this because I went to the Winter Formal with him? Did you kill his dad because of it? Or oh-em-gee, did he attack his dad because I had to leave the formal early and he couldn't hold it in anymore–"

Slapping a hand over my mouth, he said, "Stop talking."

Squinting up at him, I nodded in agreement.

He released an exasperated breath before removing his hand from my mouth (I know another place he could put it). Fixing the sleeves of his jacket, he explained, "I met him the other day when that omega was here."

I only stared at him blankly.

He rolled his eyes and breathed through his nose in exasperation, "The omega–," He made a face as he corrected himself, "Homeless guy who was at your school that was going to eat you."

I snapped my fingers (attempted to), "Oh that guy! May he rest in a nice werewolf peace."

The homeless dude turned out to be a werewolf that had been looking for the Alpha aka Sexy. Anyways, when Scott had gotten 'Lydia's' scent from the ambulance…well it wasn't hers. It was that homeless guy's scent and apparently he was not really killing people. Scott had told me the people he was, ahem, eating were already dead. But that didn't sway the hunters also known as Daddy Argent and Allison's (EVIL SO FRIGGIN EVIL) granddaddy.

According to Scott, this guy was the definition of heartless. He killed the guy without blinking and threw their so-called hunter code out the window. Basically, Gramps had declared a war against all werewolves and he was prepared to get rid of them all.

Usually, Scott is the worrywart but I might take over the position. Scott and Derek only had each other and well Scott wasn't exactly a people-person. He tries to blame Sexy, but he's my baby and entirely approachable. Scott doesn't agree, but whatevs it's only Scott.

"Well okay, but that doesn't explain how you met him," I started but quickly thought of something, "Oh, was he in the bathroom when Jackson went in?" Then I blew it. "I mean I didn't know he was in there, or anything! I'm only saying. I wasn't meeting him in the bathroom or something! I mean the only dude I met in the boys' bathroom was you and I would never betray that!"

I stopped talking as he took a hold of my face and pulled me closer to him. I think I stopped breathing and died. I could only stare at him as he (willingly) invaded my bubble. He was so close that I could feel his breath mingle with my own. He kept his eyes open and on mine as he pressed his lips against mine.

He moved his lips against my own slowly and deeply. The whole time he didn't close his eyes and I'm sure I was no longer alive. I couldn't even kiss him back because well the feels were overflowing and I'm dead. As he pulled away (so effing slowly and sensually), he bit my bottom lip and pulled away.

"You talk too much," He acknowledged before walking out of the room.

Swooning, I regained movement in my legs and followed him. I was taking this pretty easy and I could even walk after tha– Ow damn pole, what the hell is it doing there?

I caught up to him and grabbed a hold of the back of his jacket. He stopped but didn't turn to face me. Mustering a serious expression (don't think too hard about it), I said, "Hey, seriously."

For a second I thought he was going to keep walking and ignore me. It wouldn't have been the first time, but he still surprised me. He released a sigh and answered, his back still facing me, "I'm an Alpha with no pack in a town full of hunters."

I opened my mouth to defend Scott.

"And no, your brother is not in my pack. He refuses to be. No matter how much I tell him that we are stronger as a pack, he doesn't listen. He would rather be alone and vulnerable. I've tried to convince him, but it's Scott. He doesn't ever listen to me." He finished and my mouth stayed shut as I put my head down.

"The hunters declared war and I needed a pack," My head shot up and I looked at the back of his head. "I explained everything – the downfalls, the perks, the hunters, and the rare chance of not surviving the bite. Isaac didn't object to any of it."

After that, he was silent. It took me forever to process, but I think it was just because I didn't want to know. When it finally hit me, my hand slipped from his jacket and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

I didn't say anything as I processed everything once more. He turned his head slightly towards me and said, "It was his choice, Emily. I didn't force him, remember that." With that, he continued to follow Isaac out.

Isaac…

I sighed deeply and crouched down. Scott was gonna freak. Stiles was gonna freak. It's going to be one huge ass freak show. I mean I'm freaking out silently right now because I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't wrap my head around the idea.

Isaac was friggin werewolf.

Like WTF.

-X-

"Dumbass hoes, who do they think they are, leaving me?" I muttered as I paced downstairs, waiting. How dare these bitches leave me like who the fuck are you?

"Stop pacing, you're going to wear a hole in the floor and I'd rather not have a hole in my nice, wooden floors," I turned to face Mom as she walked downstairs. "Would you relax? You're making me upset."

I stomped my foot and threw my head back dramatically, "M-om, you don't understand!"

"Oh yeah?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. "And what don't I understand?"

"The betrayal!" I replied loudly while clapping each syllable out. Shit was getting real now. "They left me! I mean did they even try to wake me up? Probably not! They just up and left me here all alone!"

Mom raised her hand and gestured to herself. "Um, I'm right here."

"Entirely alone!" I continued. "Who needs Emily right? Those two idiots have each other! They are going to get it when I see them!" I huffed loudly and turned to her, "Scott has morning practice today, yeah?"

Mom, who had been grabbing her bag, looked around and then pointed to herself, "Oh, now I'm here?"

"Mooom!" I whined, my arms swinging and my legs stomping.

She walked by me and smacked my head while giving me a stern look, "Enough whining, Emily Danielle." I shut up real quick. "Now if you want to whine, you can whine to Scott and Stiles. After all, they are the ones who left you. Whine at them."

Mom was…

"Brilliant! You are so right, Mom!" I exclaimed as I rubbed my hands together evilly. "I'm going to drive them insane and they'll regret the day that they left me behind!"

She nodded and began to head out the door, "Now come on, or you'll be late for third period."

I walked out the door and waited for her as she locked it. Once it was shut and locked, we began walking to the car. I sighed wistfully as sat down, "It's a shame I missed Adrian's class today. I wonder how torn up about he is."

Mom nodded as she pulled out of the driveway, "Oh honey, I'm sure he was miserable."

"Wow Mom, you are on a roll today!"

"I'm on the roll like Cottonelle."

…

"Listening to Drake again?"

"Don't judge me. The radio always has that song on."

"I'm sure," I said as I changed the station.

Got everything, I got everything.

…

"I told you."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, drive me to school."

"Don't tempt me – I'll leave you."

"Yes ma'am."

Don't ever cross Mom.

-X-

"What? I have to get down?" Mom complained as she stepped out of the car.

I nodded as I walked around the front of the car. "Yeah, or else they'll give me detention for coming late."

Her eyebrows furrowed as she questioned, "I thought the principal wasn't that strict?"

We walked up the steps and into the school as I answered, "Well he isn't, but I'm sure Adrian will find me and give me detention. I think he has some sixth Emily sense."

"I see," She said then gave me a look. "And you wouldn't want another detention right?"

I winced, knowing she was talking about my detention I had today with Adrian.

"I mean who gets a detention because they took over ten minutes at the restroom?" She tapped her chin and then hit the top of her head lightly as if saying could've had a V8. "Oh that's right, you. I swear only my kid."

"I'm special," I offered to her.

She snorted, "Yeah, special ed."

I stuck my tongue out at her as she opened the office door. We both entered and Mom immediately went straight for the attendance lady. She signed me in quickly and I got a pass for my third period class. Just as we were about to head out, someone called out to us.

In unison, Mom and I looked to the voice. While Mom greeted him with a smile, I stiffened at the sight of Allison's (EVIL) grandfather. He was smiling as he walked over to us. I inaudibly gulped.

What was he doing here? Unless…unless he figured it out! He knows my twin is a werewolf and that I occasionally have my tongue down another werewolf's throat! I'm done for! He's here to take me hostage and use me as leverage unless the guys give in!

"I saw you from my office and just thought I would introduce myself," He explained with a smile. "You see, I am the new principal of the school, Gerard Argent." Putting his hand out, Mom easily accepted his hand with a smile.

Alright, so I need to stop watching so many TV shows.

Mom greeted, "Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm Melissa McCall and this is my daughter, Emily." She gestured to me and when he glanced at me, I about freaked.

I waved silently at him.

Mom gave me her signature look, but said nothing.

He continued to smile at me, "I'll hope you'll welcome me to school, Emily."

Trying to play it cool, I replied with a small smile, "Of course, sir-Mr. Argent-Principal Argent."

…

Shut up.

He chuckled, "Mr. Argent is perfectly fine, Emily."

Nodding sheepishly, Mom chose to get the attention off me (bless her soul). "I hope I'm not intruding, but I'm curious about the previous principal. Did something happen?"

"Oh, he was planning to leave Beacon Hills," He explained. "We've had meetings previously and it was finally official last night. He didn't tell the students and staff because he was more concerned on keeping the students focused on their midterms. He truly loved the students." He let out a sheepish chuckle as he rubbed his hands together. "I must admit, I'm a little overwhelmed to take over after him."

I was not buying a thing this guy was saying, but man was he good. He had caught Mom easily.

She shook her head with a friendly grin, "No, I'm sure you are more than capable of this job. I just hope you can handle all these kids. I know I sure couldn't. I can barely handle my own." She gave me a look in the corner of her eye.

I winked at her, but my attention quickly went to Gramps as he began to speak.

"Is Emily your only child?" He asked, looking at her.

She shook her head and answered, "No, I also have son. He and Emily are twins."

"Ah," He smiled, "Well perhaps I'll meet him later."

"Oh," Mom gave a sarcastic chuckle. "With my kids' track record, you'll see them on more than one occasion. They like to have weekly, if not daily, visits to the office. Isn't that right, Em?"

I smiled in a way that said why are you telling this evil grandpa about me he's going to use all of this against me one day and I'll know who to blame thanks a lot Mom. Okay, so maybe no one would get that from my smile, but still. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Mm, sure," She replied to my answer.

"You said you have a son?" Gramps asked, but the way he made it sound was that he already knew the answer. "His name wouldn't be Scott, would it?"

"Actually, it is," Mom answered then sighed wearily, "Let me guess, he's already been to see you?"

He chuckled with a nod. "This morning, apparently there was a disturbance in Chemistry. He, along with a Mr. Stilinski," Cue Mom's annoyed, unsurprised look. "-were sent to me."

"You don't seem too surprised at his accomplice," He noticed with a raised eyebrow.

"Huh, yeah," Mom said with attitude, "Word of advice, Mr. Argent. Do not purposely put the McCalls and Stilinski in the same room. Trouble always has a way of finding them."

Gramps chuckled, "I'll be sure to remember that, Melissa. Now I've got to go and finish up some paperwork. It was lovely to meet both of you."

"It was nice to meet you, too," Mom replied. "And don't take this the wrong way, but I hope I do not have to see you too soon. My kids have promised to stay out of trouble and I don't want any calls."

Really Mom? Why don't you just say you found us off the street and you don't really want us? God, you would think I'm a friggin devil. We're just going through a phase…since we were two. Whatever, it's not important.

Gramps smiled and nodded to us, "I completely understand. Melissa, Emily."

We both smiled and waved as he walked away. Turning from the scene, we went through the office door and left. We moved down the hall until I turned to Mom and declared, "I don't like him."

Mom snapped her fingers, "I knew it. I was waiting for that. Why not?"

"He seems like a creep," I replied. Well what else could I say? He was friggin werewolf hunter trying to kill your son and my boo thang, who are in fact werewolves?

She rolled her eyes and smacked my arm softly, "Be nice and stay out of trouble. I've got to go. I'll see you when I get off, bye." With a kiss on my cheek, she walked out of the building.

I wiped my cheek before sighing. Where were those bitches, so I could yell at them and then freak out over all this shit that's happening. You know just a regular convo – a fellow classmate/lacrosse player is now a werewolf and his father was killed last night, but it wasn't just him; now our resident hunters are having a reunion and now the grandpa is the principal of our school.

You know, the norm.

-X-

Avoiding my third period is not my finest hour, but I swear my math teacher is really trying to kill me. So in order to keep away from that hellhole, I'm holed up in the girls' bathroom sitting on top of the toilet, so no one will notice me.

A few minutes before the bell was going to go off, I got up and walked out. I wandered the hall and I slowed down when I heard voices. I came to corner of the wall and peered around it. I've really got to stop snooping and peering and peeking. I'm starting to feel like I'm in an episode of Scooby-Doo and there is no pun intended towards Scott. None at all. Alright so maybe just a little.

So as I looked down the hall, who did I happen to see? That's right the lovely blue-eyed, newly-turned werewolf Isaac Lahey. He was still in his lacrosse gear from earlier. But that wasn't the crucial part; no it's who he was talking to – Padre Stilinski.

I continued to peek from the wall and watched as another deputy called Padre over. He gestured for Isaac to wait there as he entered one of the offices. Isaac, seemingly defeated, slumped against the wall.

Checking for Padre Stilinski or any other deputies around, I quickly made my way (downtown!) to him. He didn't look up as I reached him. I know he heard me, damn werewolf. He still didn't look until I coughed. He's a newbie.

Isaac looked up at me, "Hey Emily." Then he glanced back down before realizing, "Emily! What are you doing here?"

I put a finger to my lips, "Ssh, Padre Stilinski will hear us and he'll kill me for talking to a suspect."

He winced at the word, "You heard about that?"

"The whole school heard about that," I patted his shoulder sympathetically. "Look, I know what you are."

Isaac froze, "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb," I told him with my hands on my hips. "I know you're following Jacob Black's footsteps, okay?" His jaw dropped in either disbelief or shock, I don't know. "Don't look so surprised. My brother is one too, of course I know. But that's beside the point," I waved it off, "What's going on? Where are the cops taking you?"

He shook off his shock and shrugged, "I don't know. I think they're taking me to the station for more questioning, but that's it."

"Well, you have super hearing. Can't you hear what they're saying right now?" I asked him as I glanced in the direction where Padre Stilinski went.

He looked a bit sheepish as he replied, "I forgot about that, but it's kind of hard to focus on one thing. I end up hearing other things." Baby blue-eyed werewolf, you still have so much to learn.

I looked up at him and used my best I-know-what-I'm-talking-about-my-brother-is-a-werewolf-and-our-best-friend-is-a-wannabe-expert-of-all-things-werewolves voice. "Alright, just listen for the officer's voice and focus just on that. Block everything else out once you hear it – focus." Oh shit, just call me Mr. Miyagi.

Isaac closed his eyes and tilted his head a bit. A few seconds passed before he spoke almost excitedly, "I got it! I hear them."

I smiled at his adorableness before slapping myself. Focus, McCall. "What are they saying?"

He must have heard something because his face fell. Opening his eyes, he looked at me and replied, "They're going to hold me in a room at the station for the rest of the night. They're suspicious of whatever Jackson told them." He groaned lightly as he rubbed his hands down his face.

"Hey, it's not that bad, right?" I said trying to cheer him up. "I mean now you have a story for the ladies." Bitches love bad boys. "You can say how you got in trouble with law without having to actually go to prison. It's a win-win."

Isaac shook his head and said, "No, it's not that I'm worried about. It's the full moon." I stared at him blankly as if saying yeah and your point is. "It's tonight."

Oh shit balls mother fucker.

Before I could say a word, Isaac tilted his head to the side. He looked panicked as he spoke, "You got to go. They're coming." I quickly glanced to where Padre was and saw them moving from the office window.

Patting his arm, I told him sincerely, "I'll tell Scott and Derek. Don't worry." With that, I rushed (because I don't run) to my next class. Call me silly, but I'm positive Padre Stilinski also has a sixth sense for me and the boys. Or just me. Yeah just me.

They all want meh.

-X-

When the Sheriff came back and began leading him to the cruiser, he didn't think about the full moon or what was going to happen tonight. Oh no, all he could think was: How did Emily know Derek?

Or moreover, what was Emily to Derek? And for some strange reason, he just knew they were something. Reflecting on Emily's scent that still lingered in his nose, he could've sworn that he had smelled that before. Actually, as he remembered, he thought he caught her scent last night at Derek's.

As the Sheriff sat him down in the backseat, he shook the thoughts off. No, it wasn't anything like that. He hadn't been himself last night. His dad had been killed and his thoughts were everywhere. He didn't even know how to control his werewolf side yet. Emily said she knew about Scott, so maybe it was the same with Derek. Yeah that's it, she knew him through Scott.

Then, all of sudden, he could hear someone running. He focused on that. They weren't breathing hard, but their footsteps were loud and it sounded as if they were coming to where he was. Just as the Sheriff started the car, Scott McCall ran out through the doors.

He turned around to face his classmate and teammate. He watched how Scott's face fell as the cruiser began moving away from the school. Isaac stared back at Scott.

Right?

-x-

"Emily, come on."

"…"

"Silent treatment, seriously?"

"…"

"Fine, two can play at this game."

"…"

…

"Alright! So only one can play."

"…"

"Emily, you know I don't do well at silences. They just get awkward after a while. And now since I said they're awkward, it's awkward now."

"…"

"Emily–!" He was cut off as a piece of chalk hit him the head. "Ouch!"

"Mr. Stilinski, I ask myself how you irritate me more than other students," Adrian started as he glared at Stiles. "Then I realize you're just an idiot who doesn't he even try to piss me off. It just comes naturally."

Stiles rubbed the spot where the chalk had been thrown. "I'm sorry?"

Adrian snapped his fingers. "See? There it comes naturally again. The irritation from hearing your voice. Really, it's commendable. Now stop talking and continue writing." With his nose up in the air, he turned back to his desk.

Me being the respectful student went back to my work. Stiles, on the other hand, is really stupid and didn't take a hint. He leaned closer to me and lowered his voice (he might as well have been shouting), "Emily, this is serious. I've got to talk to you about Scooby-Doo."

Adrian's right. He is an idiot.

"Is this about this morning?" He asked.

I turned away.

He groaned lowly, "Look, I'm sorry. We tried waking you and all you said was 'mmm Derek'." My eyes widened as I snapped my head to him in worry. "No, Scott didn't hear. He wasn't paying attention."

I haven't told anyone about Derek. I mean I haven't told Mom for obvious reasons. Do you know how awkward it would be to explain why I'm with the guy who was accused of killing someone? Yeah no thanks. I haven't told Ally because uh werewolf hunting family background. And I, of course, haven't told Scott because he'd kill me!

Do you know how many times he has told me to stay away from Derek? A lot! If he knew I was playing tonsil hockey with him, he'd freak even more than usual. Not to mention, he'd tell Mom and she's fucking scary. I could not let him find out. I had taken precautions just to keep him from finding out.

I take clean myself three or more times in the shower, so his scent doesn't stay. I have drowned my room in Mom's perfume, so it's so strong for Scott's nose that he won't come near. I use Mom's concealer to hide the lovely marks I get on my neck. I am sacrificing many things to keep this from him. Mom wants to kill me for these things! One because water bill and two because I just used all her perfume and concealer.

I know what you're thinking – Just tell him. He'll learn to accept it. Why go through all this trouble? Because eat shit, that's why.

He may not seem it with his slowness, but Scott is really protective (borderline overprotective). If he suspects a thing about me and Derek, he'll drive himself insane. And I'm not trying to deal with that. That's why some part of me is actually thankful for all this drama. It keeps the attention off of me.

The only reason Stiles knows is because he once caught Derek leaving the house. I couldn't use Scott as an excuse because he was with Allison. And Stiles is annoyingly perceptive, so he put two and two together. I made him promise not to tell Scott, or I'd tell Lydia how he ran around her house naked. We dared him, but she didn't have to know that.

"And you're lucky I switched up what you said." This should be good. "I told him you said 'mmm Rick'." I lifted an eyebrow up that said oh yes because that makes total sense. "Don't give me that look. Scott gave me a similar one. It's freaky. Then I told him The Walking Dead was coming back soon and how much of a fan you are of Rick's. He believed it."

I relaxed. That seemed stable enough. I'll have to be careful from now on.

I was so worked up that I didn't realize the smirk growing on Stiles' face. "I guess you just have a thing for older men with scruffy facial hair and colored eyes, huh Em?"

I smiled sweetly at him before ducking down and picking up the chalk Adrian threw. I sat back up before launching it at his face. It hit the chair two desks down from him.

…

Stiles guffawed at my failed attempt. "Whoa, you almost got me there! You were this close!"

Glaring, I looked down at my notebook.

"Don't ever go out for any sport. That was just horrific." He continued to laugh until something hit his entire face and a slight pain came from the hit. As he looked down at his desk, he noticed a bright pink notebook with doodles all over it. His face went to a deadpan as he looked at me. "Ow."

I smirked at him winningly.

"Alright, since you two cannot shut up and work," Our attention went to Adrian. "You'll stay longer until you finish the assignment."

What! It was already five!

Stiles argued, "But it's already been an hour!"

"My dentention, my rules," Adrian replied haughtily.

"Adrian, sweets, come on," I said, gaining his attention (his eye roll told me), "Unlike Stiles, who you said pisses you off more than any other student," Ignoring his shout of 'hey!', I continued, "I actually was doing my work and I didn't talk! It was the annoying one's fault! Don't blame the cute one!"

I'm cute as shit, don't forget it.

"Oh, you were working, huh?" Stiles spoke up. Then he held up my notebook and opened it to the last page written on. "Oh yeah, she put some real thought into the assignment."

The page was covered in doodles from flowers to smiley faces to Stiles and Scott being hit by Stiles' Jeep driven by me to Stiles being attacked by a dog who was actually Scott to Scott crying because I was blowing a dog whistle to Stiles being pelted with chalk by Adrian. You know, just your everyday doodles.

So when I said I was working, technically I wasn't lying. I was working…just not on the assignment.

Adrian cleared his throat loudly, "To your comment earlier, Ms. McCall, you needn't worry. You piss me off just as much as Mr. Stilinski does. Though while it's his voice, your actions aggravate me and your constant calling of my first name."

This is just a front for Stiles. In actuality, he means the opposite. He loves me, truly.

"Now I have all night, so don't think I'll let you go if you annoy me enough." He said with contempt. "Neither of you will leave this classroom until you finish the assignment, so I suggest you shut your mouths and begin working."

Stiles and I sighed simultaneously. As much as I wanted to talk (read: bug the shit out of) Adrian, I also wanted to get out of there. Stiles and I needed to talk about everything and we had to find out where Scott had gone off to. Stiles seemed to realize this as he quickly handed me back my notebook.

I figured I was forgiven by the nod he gave me. I nodded back at him before opening my notebook to a new page. Just as I was going to write my name, I noticed something written in the middle of the page. It was a huge heart with an arrow going through it. In the center, it read 'Rick'. I glanced at the culprit and noticed he avoided my stare.

Well played, Stilinski, well played.

-X-

As soon as Adrian said we could go, we bolted out of there. Yeah, believe it. I'm huffing and puffing right now, but I moved quickly to get out of that room. As much as I love spending time with him, I just couldn't take it anymore. It was already dark outside!

Stiles and I walked to his Jeep as he called Ally back, who had tried to reach both of us. "Hey sorry, Harris literally just let me out of detention." As if he didn't make his point, he repeated, "Literally."

I rolled my eyes. Drama Queen.

"And he had my phone the whole freaking time," He continued. "I don't know if you know, but Emily's with me right now."

I glanced at him and said, "Tell her I said hi."

He continued to ignore me until I hit him in the stomach.

"Oh my God, Emily says hi," Stiles said loudly as he narrowed his eyes at me. He continued to stare at me as I flipped him off. Then he stopped and said to Ally, "Hold on, hold on, I'm putting you on speaker." I dropped my hand and tilted my head in question. "You need to hear this. Alright, you're on," He told her.

Allison's voice came through the speaker. "My dad and Gerard were asking me all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out."

"Wait, what guy?" Stiles asked.

"He was dressed as a Sheriff's deputy."

Stiles moved back in realization and looked at me. "They're sending him to the station for Isaac."

Bitch ass whore ugh.

"He was also carrying this box with something on it, like, um," Ally paused, "like a carving or something."

"What was it?" Stiles questioned.

"Hold on, hold on," Allison said before the sound of a book's pages being turned could be heard. "It's in one of these books. I'm taking a picture." There was a click.

Suddenly, Stiles' phone lit up with a message. He opened it and we both frowned at the picture that she sent us. They were not joking when Gramps declared war, but I didn't think they'd get this dirty. Isaac hadn't done anything. He didn't kill his father. He didn't hurt anyone. They just didn't care. They wanted all werewolves gone.

"Did you get it?" Allison asked.

Stiles answered, "Yeah, wolfsbane." Ugly ass plant.

Allison didn't understand. "What does that mean?"

"It means–"

I cut him off, "They're going to kill him."

"What, oh my God," She said with a shocked voice. "We have to stop them. Come pick me up, Stiles. I think I have a plan."

"We're on our way," Stiles replied before hanging up. "Hurry up, Em. We got ourselves a werewolf to save." He picked up his bag and jumped in the Jeep.

I followed casually.

"Emily, do you not understand 'hurry up'? We have to save a werewolf." Then he paused as I climbed in. "We, humans, are going to save a werewolf. Can you spell irony? Jesus, you move so slowly!"

I put my hand up and said, "Oh please, just call me Emily. It's after six."

He rolled his eyes as he began driving (like a damn maniac) to Allison's.

I held onto the seat as he ran over a speed bump. "My, aren't you in a hurry?"

"Don't complain about my driving, or you can find your own ride," He warned. "Besides, we don't have time to waste. We have to save Isaac."

"Who's a werewolf," I started.

Stiles made a duh face. "Great deduction there, Sherlock."

I finished, "On a full moon."

Then he realized what I meant and his driving slowed to almost a complete stop as he turned the corner into Allison's neighborhood. His shoulders slumped and he whined, "Well now, I don't want to go."

"Too bad," I told him. "We're gonna go."

"But you were just saying…" He trailed off in confusion.

"That was payback for earlier, you dick," I replied with a loving smile.

"G-od," He dragged out the name as he parked a few houses away from Allison's house and pulled out his phone to text her. "I hate you."

"You love me. And I told you, Emily's fine."

He only rolled his eyes, obviously not wanting to lose (again).

That's right. Fuck with me and you'll get cut.

(Read: taken down a notch by a completely witty/mean/sarcastic comment).

-X-

"Hey, did you slow him down?" Stiles asked Allison over the phone.

Alright, so Ally's plan was put into motion. We had picked her up and Stiles drove insanely fast to catch up with the dude once she told us her plan. When the bad dude was at a stoplight, Ally got out of the car and followed him on foot. From there, she was going to shoot an arrow into his tires (and or other places of his person). Thus slowing him down and giving me and Stiles enough time to get Isaac out.

Once he hung with Ally, I looked over to him, "Scott is seriously going through with it?"

"Yup," He nodded as he looked at the moon.

"He's not very smart, but he tries," I said as I checked my phone.

"Yup, that sounds like Scott," Stiles replied.

My phone buzzed as a message came through. Opening it, I saw that it was from Derek. Though of course, his name on my phone was Sexy and then there was a bunch of emojis after that.

I read the message and turned to Stiles as he stopped at a light. "Okay, Derek is at Isaac's and he wants us to pick him up."

Stiles nodded seriously, "Oh yes, of course. Tell him I'll be there in a jiffy."

I was already typing that when Stiles exploded, "Don't tell him that! He'll hurt me!" I pulled a Mom on him. "Don't do that. You remind me of your Mom and she scares me."

I rolled my eyes and continued typing, "I'm telling him we're on our way. Chill."

"Why do I have to go get him?" He complained. "He's a werewolf. He can meet us at the station faster than me driving. What do I look like a chauffeur?"

"Technically no," I replied. "Because I'm in the front seat and you don't have a hat."

"Oh well that's right," He nodded and finished sassily. "I feel so much better now. Thank you."

"You're welcome," I answered.

"I was being sarcastic," Stiles retorted dryly as he pulled up to Isaac's house.

I nodded and began to move to the backseat. "Yeah, I got that. I was just being a dick."

He only sighed in defeat. "Tell your boyfriend to hurry his ass up." Let me correct you: Hurry his SEXY ass up. Nope, can't forget that.

"Tell your idiot friend to stop whining and drive before I bash his head into the steering wheel again," Derek said as he got in the car.

I smiled at Stiles, "You heard him, idiot friend."

Stiles only grumbled, but began driving to the station.

I, on the other hand, could not stop grinning. Yes, my baby threatening Stiles always puts a smile to my face, but that's not why I was inwardly freaking. If you didn't catch it, let me tell you.

Derek didn't correct Stiles when he called him my boyfriend! You see we have never defined what we are. As of right now, we are just a boy and a girl who occasionally swap spit and do a little of this and that. So I was on cloud nine right now because he didn't correct Stiles. I know he heard because werewolf. But ahh, oh my goodness!

All too soon, we made it to the station. Once Stiles had parked, we scoped it out. From our spot, we could see a woman in one of the offices looking through files. Stiles then spoke up, "Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk."

Let me charm her. Ladies love me.

"I'll distract her," Derek announced easily and started to move.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Stiles objected as he grabbed onto Derek's jacket. "You're not going in there." Derek continued to look at him that said you need to take your hand off of my jacket it's probably worth more than your whole life and why are you touching me anyway peasant let go or I'll rip your hand off with my teeth. The look worked immensely as Stiles removed his hand, "I'm taking my hand off."

Derek seemed to get what Stiles was saying. "I was exonerated."

Huh. Maybe that's what I could tell Mom if she ever found out about Derek and disapproved. Yeah no, she'd end me.

"You're still a person of interest," Stiles argued.

You bet he is, my sexy thang.

"An innocent person," Derek retorted.

Stiles started to repeat him, but stopped. "An – you?" He asked with that smart aleck face that clearly states otherwise. "Yeah, right!"

Derek wasn't fazed and only continued to look at him.

Eventually, he gave in, "Okay fine, what's your plan?"

I swooned as Derek's eyebrows furrowed at Stiles in disbelief. Then he said slowly as if Stiles didn't understand him the first time, "To distract her."

Stiles was not having it. "Uh-huh, how? By punching her in the face?" He said with a shrug before making a face that he assumed people made when they're punching someone. It looked like a sort of a sneer. "Unh."

"No Stiles, that's only towards you," I told him and he glared at me.

"Heh," Derek gave a sarcastic scoff (I swooned) at him. "By talking to her."

"Okay, alright," Stiles relented. "Give me a sample. What are you going to open with?"

Sexy didn't answer, but instead sighed in obvious annoyance and exasperation.

"Dead silence," Stiles said when Derek didn't say anything. Then continued mockingly, "That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"

Derek looked up in thought and replied, "I'm thinking of punching you in the face like Emily said."

While I beamed, Stiles looked at him with his mouth falling open in disbelief. Derek then got out of the car and looked at us. Before he shut the door, he leaned towards Stiles and gestured to me, "She knows how distracting I can be." And with that, he closed the door and began walking to the station.

My jaw dropped and Stiles' fell even more. We sat there for a few seconds before Stiles shuddered. He covered his ears and shook his head. All the while, he was saying, "Ew, ew, gross, I did not just hear that."

"I can't believe he said that," I murmured with a grin. He wasn't hiding me!

"Yeah," Stiles said disdainfully as shuddered once more. "Neither can I."

"Well, it's true," I said honestly with a shrug.

He slapped his hands over his ears. "Ugh no, no, ew, shut up!"

Derek gestured for us to come. Realizing we were wasting time, we hurried into the station stealthily just as Derek had walked in. No one was at the front desk at first until the lady who we had seen through the window came out with a file in hand.

She sounded bored as she recited her usual starter with a sigh. "Good evening, how can I help..." She tossed the file down then looked up and froze at my Derek. "–you?"

Skank.

Derek grinned that sexy grin and said in a sweet voice, "Hi."

"Hi," She replied.

Slut.

Stiles and I both made a face for completely different reasons.

"Um, I had a question," He continued sweetly. "Um, sorry I'm a little –a little thrown. I wasn't really expecting someone…" He trailed off.

She chuckled, "Like me?"

Whore.

Stiles gestured for me to follow him. I did so grudgingly. I didn't want to leave this chick with my Derek while he sweet-talked her. Stiles dragged me by the wrist. I tried to pay attention, but I was still focused on Derek's distraction.

"Well, I was gonna say 'so incredibly beautiful' but, yeah, I guess that'd be the same thing." Derek continued to grin brightly at her.

She grinned back widely.

Ugh dirty rotten– I was pulled out of my thoughts when Stiles tugged me further into the station. Once we were in his dad's office, he immediately went for the lockbox. I grumbled under my breath, "Who does she think she is?"

"Hey, psst, green is an ugly color on you," Stiles whisper-shouted at me.

I looked down at my shirt. I was wearing purple. Aw poor dear is color blind.

Stiles noticed me and groaned silently, "No, haven't you heard the saying– oh, never mind. We've got to hurry. Here's the lockbox."

I moved closer to him as he pressed the lockbox. It wasn't working. Stiles realized something was wrong with it and pulled it open. When he pulled it off, we saw that the keys were gone. As soon as we comprehended this, we heard the sound of keys. Stiles and I snapped our eyes to each other's' in realization.

The fake deputy had beat us here.

"Oh, no," We said in unison before rushing out of the office.

"What are we going to do?" Stiles asked.

I answered, "We have to stop the fake."

"I know that," He replied in an obvious tone. "But how are we going to do that?"

"Let's take one from Derek's book," I said as I thought hit me.

Stiles stopped walking and I stopped once I realized this. I looked at him questioningly as he had the same face from before when we were in the car. His eyes slightly squinted and mouth open like he had gone to the dentist and he couldn't feel his mouth.

"What?" I asked.

Stiles replied, "You want to distract him? Emily, this is not time for your womanly charms to come out. I'm actually quite scared of those. This guy is a cold-blooded killer and he won't hesitate to hurt us."

"No, stupid, I meant we can punch him," I corrected in exasperation. "Geez!"

Stiles' expression changed to understanding as he lifted his eyes up and thought about it. He nodded as he considered the idea, "You know what? We could do that."

I shook my head at him. Sometimes, he's worse than Scott.

Stiles started walking again, "Alright, it's around this corner." We both turned the corner when a man came from another connecting hallway. "Woah, uh, just looking, um–" He trailed off as he looked down.

I followed his gaze and froze. There was a broken arrow sticking out of his thigh. Allison really took what I said seriously about shooting at the dude's body. She's definitely an Argent, that's for sure.

The fake also noticed where we were staring and put two and two together. He looked back up at us and stared at us. We stood there for about a half a second before comprehending anything.

"Oh sh–" Stiles began as he turned around to run.

I stumbled over my feet as Stiles pushed me away. I spun around when I didn't feel him behind me. I saw that the fake had grabbed Stiles by the shirt and put his hand over his mouth. Just as I went to jump on the guy, Stiles met my eyes. He looked towards the fire alarm and I nodded.

The guy continued to drag Stiles and didn't even realize (or care) I was still there. Just as the guy hauled Stiles around a corner, Stiles reached his hand out and pulled the fire alarm. The alarm didn't surprise the fake as he dragged Stiles into the room where the cells were at.

The guy dropped Stiles and I rushed towards him. I tried to help him up, but I realized he wasn't paying attention to me. He just stared at something. I followed his line of vision and stopped breathing.

The cell door was forcefully pushed open and Isaac wasn't inside.

Just then, Isaac in his werewolf form popped out of nowhere and attacked the man. Surprised by his appearance, Stiles and I jumped back. Stiles pulled me down quickly with him as Isaac slammed the man onto a desk. Then as he threw him into the opposite wall, Stiles grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the action. We scrambled over to the other wall and could only watch.

Isaac and the man continued to fight. He growled at the man when he saw the shot of Wolfsbane in his hand. He bent the guy's arm with the syringe and the guy let out a cry of pain as it fell from his hands. Then Isaac grabbed the guy's head and slammed it into the wall, knocking him unconscious.

Suddenly, Derek was there. And as he smashed the syringe, Isaac spun around and growled at the intrusion. He only looked at him before directing his attention on Stiles and I. We tried to move further away when we noticed his gaze, but the wall prevented it.

Just as Isaac moved to us, Derek released a loud and vicious roar. I covered my ears at the roar and had to force myself to keep my eyes open. Isaac froze and fell to the floor, landing by the fake deputy and curling closer into the wall. He looked scared as he whimpered and turned away from Derek.

Then when Isaac looked back up, he was his normal blue-eyed self.

Stiles and I could only look at Derek for answers. That had been a complete 180 for him. He had been set on going for us and now he was back to human. Ah whatever, all I know is that this has something to do with werewolves and Alphas and all that fun stuff.

"How did you do that?" Stiles asked, breathing hard.

Derek turned to us and answered, "I'm the Alpha."

Told you, fucking werewolves man.

-X-

Derek and Isaac had quickly left before any real deputies could show up. Stiles and I freaked silently before getting up. We moved to the middle of the room and examined the fake deputy. I let out a deep breath and crouched down. Stiles patted my head absentmindedly until we noticed another presence.

We looked to the door and there stood Padre Stilinski. He glanced at us before looking at the unconscious, beat up fake deputy. Then with his Sheriff face, he looked back to us with raised eyebrows silently asking what the fuck happened. More deputies joined him at the door.

Stiles looked around the room as if searching for an explanation. I stood up and looked over at Stiles, who in turn glanced at me before we simultaneously turned our heads to Padre Stilinski then back to the fake deputy.

"Uh, he did it," Stiles offered as we both pointed to the guy.

You know, maybe he'll believe us and let us go home. Maybe we won't get a lecture and be interrogated as to why we're here. Maybe they won't ask who beat up the guy and where Isaac went.

Padre Stilinski narrowed his eyes at us.

Or nah.

A/N: This is far from my proudest moment. Told my brother I didn't update for four months and he said I was an asshole. I'm inclined to agree. Like I said above, I'm very sorry for the long wait. But hey, this chapter was 22 pages long and I even put the whole episode into one. And there was lots of Derek and Emily. And a little bit of Emily and Isaac for those Emily/Isaac shippers. So I hope you all can forgive me and leave a review.

Reviewing is cool, remember that.

On the topic of reviews, I'd like to thank every single one who reviews whether it's the first chapter or the latest one. It really means a lot to me. I do read them and I apologize if I do not answer your questions. If you really want to an answer to a question, please PM me or ask me on the Tumblr account (link on profile). ...Oooh, can we do like a questionnaire thing for Emily to answer? Yes, we shall! So if you have questions for Emily, please ask away! And just so I feel more certain that you don't skip over this (does anyone read these?), I will put it in bold. And to be even more sure -

QUESTIONNAIRE FOR EMILY. IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS, DON'T FEEL SHY TO ASK. ASK IN A REVIEW OR ON TUMBLR. THINK OF THIS AS AN APOLOGY FOR TAKING SO LONG. COME ON YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO. DON'T BE SCURRED.

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