Another almost invisible Scisaac moment. Another confrontation between Derek and the sheriff. A couple of werewolves concocting a plan to get rid of Stiles and the Argents. I guess that's about it for the summary. (I really don't care much for the introduction of new, original characters in a fanfic, so I'm sorry guys. They will not play a big role. An important role, but not big.)
Isaac was happy he didn't have to spend the night at the diner. It would have been sort of okay, but waking up in Scott's room rested and ready for a new day was way better. He wanted to check the time, but realized that his phone was at Derek's. It didn't matter. He didn't use it very often. He really didn't have many friends.
He didn't want to wake up Scott, so he huddled under the blanket again. He was pretty sure it was too early to get up anyway. Scott's alarm would alert them when they had to get ready for school. He peeked over at Scott, and wondered if he should try to scare the whits out of the guy. Chuckling silently to himself, he thought about what happened a few hours ago.
When they came to Scott's house late last night, Isaac just asked for a blanket so he could sleep on the floor, but Melissa would hear of it. She insisted that Scott's bed was big enough for the both of them.
It had been an awkward moment as the two of them stared at the bed and then at each other. Scott's mom just scoffed and walked away. Minutes later, she was back with a spare blanket and a couple of pillows. "It'll be fine, boys. Stiles has slept in this bed multiple times."
As soon as Melissa had left, Isaac couldn't help himself. "Really? So Stiles has slept here with you? Was that before or after he decided go to bat for..." He didn't get to finish. Scott punched him on the shoulder. "Shut up. There was never... I couldn't have... Oh, fuck you." When Scott stomped out of the room, Isaac laughed. "It'll be fine. I'm sorry. Me bad."
Later, when they both had brushed their teeth and Scott was in his pajama, Isaac undressed and was about to crawl under the blanket when Scott stopped him. "Oh, no, you're not." He rushed to the closet and dug out a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. "You can not go to bed here in only underwear."
Issac took the garments he was handed and rolled his eyes. "I see, okay, but I'm sorry to say that you're really not my type, you're completely safe."
Scott didn't comment on it, he just gestured for Isaac to get the clothes on. He then lied down on the far end of the bed. Being used to sleep in the nude, Isaac felt overdressed, and he had to get rid of the t-shirt during the night.
Sleep caught up with him again before he managed to concoct a plan to freak out Scott. It turned out it wasn't necessary. When the alarm went off, he woke up with Scott's arm over his chest. The guy practically dived out of bed and with a thump, he landed on the floor. Scott had effectively scared himself.
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Allison stepped out of her car and panned the parking-lot. Except for the few cars idling as parents were letting their kids out, it was unusually quiet. Everybody was looking at the School flag. It was flying half-staff.
Allison walked up the stairs, wondering what was going on. Nobody else seemed to know either, so she just walked to homeroom, hoping to get an explanation. The bell rang, and shortly after the speaker in the classroom made a crackling noise.
"Good morning students. I'm very sorry to have to tell you this, but we have learned that one of our own died last night. We have also been informed that the body that was found in the woods on Wednesday was also a student here." The person speaking blew her nose. "Sorry, It's hard." A sigh was heard before the principal's secretary continued. "We have an announcement."
After a brief commotion, the principal's voice came through the speakers. "This is a time for mourning, but it's also a time to move on." He paused, and Allison watched some of her classmates struggling not to cry. "A few of you have an exam today, and we will not postpone it. There is really no time to make it up. I'm so sorry." He drew his breath an continued. "For the rest of you, go home, be with your loved ones. Next week, most of you have exams. Use this opportunity to study at home. God bless you."
Allison stared at the speaker. That was the lamest speech she'd ever heard. He could have said something about those two students – Allison knew it was Boyd and Erica – he could have at least tried to sound like he cared.
She stomped out of the classroom in anger. If flying the flag half-staff and giving a sorry excuse for a speech was all the school could offer, it was a disgrace. Boyd and Erica had never been on any honor-roll. They had struggled through their time here for different reasons. That they started to skip classes and eventually just left, shouldn't be an issue. Allison felt that the school and the principal had taken an easy way out.
In the hall, she ran into Isaac and before she got a chance to express her anger, Scott came around the corner. Allison looked at them, both. "Let's go. We have more important things to do." She grabbed on to Scott's sleeve and waved for Isaac to follow. Scott stood firm and cocked his head. "I can't." He shrugged a little. "I want to, but I have this exam."
Allison let go of Scott's sleeve and rubbed her forehead vigorously. "I'm sorry, of course. I'm sorry." She looked at Isaac, and the guy shrugged. "Me too."
There was a moment of awkward silence before Scott moved forward and gave her a hug. "It's okay. We're not as smart as you. We can't skip this." Isaac chuckled a little as he put a hand on Scott's shoulder. "Scott and I have to do this. I'll take care of him." Scott stepped away as to avoid the touch. He wrapped his arms around Allison and gave her a quick kiss. "Take care, I'll call you as soon as I'm done."
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When the light outside told him that morning was coming, Sheriff Stilinski realized that he'd spent almost the whole night researching Derek Hale. Everybody else at the station probably thought he was working the case, but he couldn't help himself.
What he'd learned from the files didn't fit the image he'd gotten when he met the guy in person.
He'd looked into what they had on Isaac Lahey also, and although he remembered clearly what happened when the boy's dad got killed, there were a few new findings.
Tired and confused, Mr Stilinski got up and left his office. He knew he should be there for Scott and Allison's interview, and decided to get a few hours of shut-eye before school was out. It was five o'clock and the station seemed abandoned now. The guy at the front desk looked tired and just lifted his hand in a silent salute as the sheriff headed outside.
He knew he should have stayed. The detectives assigned to the case would expect him to be there, but he couldn't really help them much in his current state of mind. Anyway, if the CSU was done with the crime scene, they would all be at the lab or in the autopsy-room right now. Every deputy on shift was helping out, and none of them had called in with any new leads.
It was already established at the scene that the sheriff shouldn't head this investigation. His connection with the witnesses and the fact that he himself was a witness, made that clear. He was happy about it, but he knew that he should have helped out regardless.
He got into his car and drove off. He wanted to check on his son. He wanted to know more about the werewolves. He wanted to find out if it was any truth to Scott's slip about Derek and Stiles.
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Derek eased himself out of bed and tiptoed out of the room. He paused at the door for a moment to look at Stiles before he left. He was still sleeping soundly. He made some coffee and dug out some food from the fridge. He decided to make a simple breakfast with scrambled eggs and toast. After a short deliberation with himself, he threw a couple of slices of bacon in the pan.
The sun wasn't up yet, but it's rays were reflected on the rooftop across the street. It was quiet outside. No howls or other noises disturbed the peace. Seconds later, he heard a car approaching. He expected it to drive by, so he continued with his task.
The bacon was done and as he put it on a plate, Derek realized that he could still hear the engine of that car. It was idling right outside the building. He poured the egg-batter into the pan and stirred it slowly. His senses were on alert as he, with his other hand, popped a couple of slices of bread into the toaster.
Whoever it was took their time. For several minutes nothing happened, and then the sound suddenly vanished. Moments later, he could hear a car door slam shut. Then, someone knocked on the front door.
Derek pushed the pan off the burner and went to grab his jeans. He snuck into the bedroom and managed to find them without waking Stiles. Another knock came before he left, and he threw a peek at Stiles. There was no reaction.
He hurried to get dressed before he rushed downstairs. He'd had an idea of who it was, and as soon as he reached the door, he knew he was correct. Derek swallowed hard before he opened the door for the sheriff. This was going to be extremely awkward.
The guy looked like he hadn't slept a wink for days. Derek expected him to say something as he entered, but he just walked past him without as much as a greeting. "I, uh, welcome. Stiles is sleeping, you, uh, you want some coffee?" Derek stuttered the words out as he followed Stiles' dad upstairs.
Stilinski didn't answer. He walked over to the couch and slumped down before he threw a piece of paper on the table. For Derek it was like a deja-vu. The list was similar to the one he had in his pocket, but this one was not in an evidence-bag.
The sheriff rubbed his eyes. "It was attached to the body we found. Vernon Boyd. How did you know where we'd find him?" The look Mr Stilinski gave him told Derek instantly that he was under suspicion. Possibly for the murder, but he didn't really believe that. The sheriff had put two and two together and wanted to know if Derek was a werewolf too.
"I, we, we went to the house to pick up something, and I heard, I mean, I, damn it." Derek realized that he had no plausible explanation that would convince the guy. With a smirk the sheriff leaned back. "You could smell it, couldn't you?"
Derek exhaled audibly, and closed his eyes for a second. "Yes, Sir! Yes I did." He expected the sheriff to jump up and make a scene, but instead he just shook his head and sighed. "So you're one of them? A were..." It looked like he was in pain, and he drew his breath quickly. "...wolf."
When Mr Stilinski just sat there staring at his own hands, Derek moved towards the kitchen. He poured coffee into two cups and returned. He put one of them on the table in front of the sheriff. "This coffee is better, I promise."
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Allison didn't know what to do. She could of course just go home, but it felt like she'd been grounded the past few days, and she wanted to enjoy this feeling of freedom. She knew that she had to be careful, but as long as her dad thought she was in school, she'd have a few hours to herself.
A tap on her shoulder made her jump. "Lydia!? Where the hell have you been!?" She gave her friend a quick hug. Lydia shrugged and cocked her head. "It's not like you even tried to find out. Haven't heard a word from anybody." She pouted a little.
"Oh, sorry, it's been... pfft." With a sigh, Allison realized that she couldn't explain away anything for Lydia. "I'll tell you, how much time do you have?" Lydia made big deal of scrolling through the calendar on her phone, before she looked up. "How about the whole day. I have nothing better to do."
Lydia had been gone for more than a week, and explained that her grandmother was dying. "I just came back now, because of the exam on Monday." She gestured towards the school as they drove off in Allison's car. "I didn't expect to come back to this. Who died?" She asked the question with a chipper voice. Allison threw her a quick glance; she wasn't sure it was appropriate to act like that. Then again, the residents of Beacon Hills had almost gotten used to young people's violent deaths.
"Erica and Boyd. They were found...eh, Scott found Boyd last night. Erica was found two days ago." Allison suddenly got a little emotional, and concentrated on the driving to avoid shedding any tears. Lydia sighed heavily and leaned back in the seat. "Oh, well, they took off didn't they? They shouldn't have done that."
Allison shook her head. "Well, yeah, but... It was a very brutal way to teach them that they made a mistake." She was slightly abhorred by her friend's behavior at the moment. Lydia didn't seem to care at all. "Are you not even a little bit sad about this?"
With a quick move, Lydia dug her lip-gloss out of the bag and applied some on her lips. "I am, really, but I didn't know them; not much." She put the gloss back and turned to Allison. "But that isn't all, is it?"
When Allison parked outside Derek's place, Lydia looked at her puzzled. "Why are we here? We could go to the mall or something. Derek is not my idea of good company." For a moment it looked like she wouldn't get out of the car, but when Allison opened the door for her, she reluctantly stepped out onto the sidewalk. "There is more, but I think I need a bit of help for this. I can't really... Come on." Allison grabbed her phone and dialed Stiles' number. As soon as he picked up, she peeked at Lydia before she spoke. "Are you at Derek's?" When Stiles confirmed that he was, she continued. "I'm here with Lydia. Can you let us in?"
Stiles didn't come to the door; Derek did. He greeted them with a bright smile and gestured for them to ascend the stairs. "Welcome. We didn't expect visitors this early; it's like a train-station up here." He chuckled a little from behind them, but there was no humor in it. Lydia stared at Allison with wide open eyes as she mouthed: "O-M-G!" Then she lifted a finger to her temple and twirled it around.
"You think I'm crazy? What did she tell you?" Derek seemed amused. Lydia's facial expression didn't change, but she turned her head slightly towards Derek. "Nothing. She told me nothing that involves you. What's going on?"
When they entered the room, they saw Mr Stilinski hurry to get out of the couch. Again, Lydia stared at Allison in disbelief. Stiles was nowhere to be seen. The scent of bacon tickled Allison's nose and she looked over to the kitchen area. Two pieces of toast were sticking up from the toaster; a pan with something that could be an attempt on scrambled eggs sat on the stove. On a plate next to it, she could see a couple of slices of bacon.
Derek followed her line of view. "Oh, yeah I got interrupted." He nodded towards the sheriff. "Poor Stiles didn't get any breakfast yet."
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As soon as he was off the phone with Allison, Stiles jumped out of bed and got dressed. He yelled for Derek to let them in before he made a quick detour to the bathroom. As he stepped out on the landing, he could hear Derek's voice; he was talkig about making breakfast. "Were you going to serve me breakfast in bed? I love this, I love you."
He instantly took a step back when he saw his dad standing in the middle of the floor with a disgruntled expression on his face. "Oh, I mean, I meant, uh..." He exhaled and slumped his head down. "I meant what I meant. Dad, we need to talk. There's a conversation we..."
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A Mercedes convertible was idling at the outskirts of the woods. The sun was up, but it's rays didn't reach under the canopy of branches and leaves. The driver got out and sniffed into the air before he turned to his passenger. "He's not here. Why do you care so much?" He got back in his seat and turned the key.
"He, he.. I'm gonna..." The woman next to him shook her head before she looked down. "I'm not sure I can do this." She twisted her hands. "If you're certain about convincing him, I'm all in, but..."
When she looked up again her face had hardened. "Stilinski has to be eliminated. If you do that, I can play my part and..." She nodded to herself. "It'll make it easier."
As he started the car and pulled out on the road, the man turned to her. "I can do that. He's a human. How hard can that be?" They'd reached the main road and was now heading away from Beacon Hills. "The Argents have to be taken out too." The driver entered the ramp to the highway. "It could turn out nasty. As humans they have a few tricks up their sleeves."
The woman didn't comment on it, and she kept quiet for a long time before she cleared her throat. "I'll take care of the Argents. I've dealt with Chris Argent before. He killed my brother. I don't know the daughter, but she is young. It'll be easy."