A/N: Omg this was soooo much fun to write. I really have nothing to say because I'm not completely over the giddiness of this chapter. I hope you all enjoy. Still don't own any of Teen Wolf, just the amazing Percy. R&R!
"Ugh! I can't believe you two haven't seen the movie before." Stiles moans out after finishing a very detailed summary of The Wolf Man. Scott chuckles lightly before looking over at me, where I had fallen asleep leaning against the post.
"Dude." He grabs Stiles' attention and points at me. As they both try to remain as quiet as possible Scott's head jerks up when he hears a car approaching. "I think someone's coming."
Stiles turns slowly and whispers, "Didn't take dad too long."
"Stiles, I don't think it's your dad." Scott stands up from the porch and walks a little ways into the woods. "It doesn't sound like his car." He calls back to Stiles.
"So then who is….." Stiles pauses when he realizes who is coming. "Oh god, Scott what if it's Derek?"
"We need to get out of here." Stiles nods vehemently and heads toward the Jeep. "Wait….. Stiles…." He points at me still sleeping on the porch. "Percy."
"Heh, right." They both rush over to me and shake me to get me awake. "Come on Percy. You really need to wake up."
"Mom…. It's too early." I shift slightly trying to get the prodding hands to leave me alone.
"Percy!" Stiles hisses loudly poking me in my exposed side effectively making me jump and swat at his hand.
"WHAT?!" I straighten myself up still groggy.
"Jeep. Now." Stiles merely says motioning for Scott to grab one of my arms while lifting my other and pulling me to my feet. As they moved quickly back to the Jeep with me between them, both of them kept shooting nervous glances at the treeline. Stiles separated from us to hop into the driver's side and start the car while Scott ushered me over to the passenger side and climbed into the back pulling me into the seat. The Jeep went hurtling backwards as soon as my door was being pulled closed. Once we were back to where we had been parked earlier Stiles turned off the car and visibly relaxed.
"Either one of you want to explain what just happened?" I ask rubbing my eyes lightly still trying to wake up. Scott was about to answer when Stiles shushed us and pointed at the black sports car driving through the woods. "Wait Derek's back? Where's your dad?" I blurt out leaning over the space between our seats to get a closer look through his window.
"I don't know." Stiles grunts out under his breath looking down at me slightly cross-eyed due to my closeness. I turn to look at Scott in the back and jump back when I see just how close I had actually leaned in to Stiles.
"Sorry." I mutter sliding back to the passenger seat where I feel a blush rise as I peer out the window. Stiles shakes his head in a 'not-a-problem' kind of way before casually drumming his hands on the steering wheel and watching Derek exit his car and head inside.
We sit there in silence for another hour and a half, waiting for the sheriff to arrive. I started to feel drowsy again and placed my head against the window and let my eyes fall closed. When the sheriff finally pulls up just after dawn, Stiles reaches over to wake me again but Scott stops him.
"Let her sleep." Stiles just shrugs, retracts his hand and starts the Jeep before pulling closer to the house. Once parked again, Stiles hops out and leaves the door open for Scott before heading in the direction of the house. Scott climbs out too but remains at the hood of the Jeep. Derek is led to the police car by one of the Beacon Hills deputies while the Sheriff heads over to discuss something with some of the investigators.
Once his father is out of site Stiles sneaks over to the car Derek is currently sitting in and slides into the passenger seat while Scott mouths 'no' at him over and over again. Once his friend doesn't listen Scott turns around mutter under his breath and glances at me to see if I'm still asleep. Not even half a minute after the door was closed the sheriff yanks open the car door and drags his son out by the arm.
"There. Stand." He says after pulling Stiles a few feet from the head of the car. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'm just trying to help." Stiles rubs his arm lightly.
"Uh-huh. Okay, well, how about you help me understand exactly how you came across this." Sheriff Stilinski gestures over toward the grave from earlier.
"We were looking for Scott's inhaler." Stiles sighs out.
"Which he dropped when?" His father shifts and places his weight lightly on one hip while staring at his son derisively.
"The other night." Stiles shrugs.
"The other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body?" The sheriff clarifies.
"Yes." Stiles enthusiastically replies.
"The night you told me you were alone and Scott was at home?" The sheriff raises his eyebrows.
"Yes!" Stiles eyes widen in horror when he realizes what he just said. "No. Oh, crap." He hangs his head.
"Before I get to the fact that you lied to me. Can you explain the girl to me?" The sheriff places his hands in his pockets with a slight grin on his face.
"The girl? I don't know she was dead when we found her." Stiles' head shoots up at the question.
"Not the dead girl." His father sighs before gesturing at the Jeep. "The one currently passed out in your car."
"What?" Stiles peers around his father's arm before his eyes land on me. "Oh, Percy. She was helping us look for Scott's inhaler."
"Was she out here the other night too?" Stiles answers with a shake of his head. "Okay, so you lied to me." The sheriff repeats.
"That depends on how you define lying." Stiles tries to weasel past his father's suspicion.
"Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?" The sheriff sways slightly in place.
"Reclining your body in a horizontal position?" Stiles motions with his hand side to side to demonstrate.
"Get the hell out of here." The sheriff shoos his son past him shaking his head. "And take that girl home." He points at me before walking away.
"Absolutely." Stiles hurries over to the Jeep and pushes Scott into the back again before speeding away. When Stiles takes a particularly sharp corner on the back road through the woods towards town I jerk awake again and look around.
"What's going on?" I look out the window and see trees blurring past. "Where are we?"
"Heading back into to town." Scott replies typing frantically into his phone before groaning and letting it clatter to the floor in the back of the Jeep. "I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial."
"Just keep looking." Stiles throws a glance over his shoulder at his friend while letting off the gas slightly.
"I'll help." I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone and google wolfsbane.
"Maybe, it's like a ritual or something. Like, maybe they bury you as a wolf." Stiles postulates as I pull up the first page listed. "Or maybe it's like a special skill. You know, like something you have to learn."
"Do you want us to keep looking or would you like to just keep guessing?" I ask looking up from my phone at him. Out of the corner of my eye I see Scott reach up to touch his head and groan lowly.
"I'll put that on my to-do list." Scott glares at his friend. "Right underneath, 'figure out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight.'" I put my phone into my lap as Scott squeezes his eyes shut in pain.
"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves…." Stiles starts, but I reach up and place my hand on his arm effectively shutting him up.
"Stiles stop for a second." I turn and look at Scott worriedly. "Are you okay?"
"Stop saying 'werewolves'." Scott groans out miserably. "Stop enjoying this so much."
"Scott." I take my hand off Stiles' arm before turning completely in my seat to look at him, as Stiles glances over his shoulder to ask, "Are you okay?"
"No!" Scott half-shouts at both of us. "No, I'm not. I'm so far from being okay."
"You know, you're gonna have to accept this, Scott. Sooner or later." Stiles adamantly replies waving his hands around dramatically.
"Something's not right." I mumble out keeping one eye on Scott as he shifts around uncomfortably in the back.
"I can't…" Scott looks up at me pleadingly.
"Well, you're gonna have to." Stiles throws back at his friend.
"No….." Scott growls out. "I can't breathe." He grasps at the front of his shirt and I shoot my hand out to try and help him while half turning to Stiles.
"Stop the car!" I shout as Scott's hand shoots up and slams into the roof.
"Whoa! Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa." Stiles exclaims swerving off the road slightly and knocking me between the seats on top of one of the backpacks from earlier.
"Pull over!" Scott clenches his fists as he groans out.
"Why? What's happening?" Stiles says slightly panicked.
"Just pull over damnit!" I yell trying to pull myself back into the seat. My hand lands on top of the backpack and it slides open to reveal the purple wolfsbane flower from before.
"You kept it?" Scott yells as his eyes fall on the plant.
"What was I supposed to do with it?" Stiles yells back as Scott's eyes shift to a glowing yellow.
"Stop the car!" He growls out his voice echoing. Stiles slams on the brakes and I grab the bag and kick open the door, tumbling out as soon as it stops. Twirling in a slight circle I hurl the bag as far into the woods as I can before turning back to the Jeep to see Scott in the back curled up in pain. I turn to look in the direction I had thrown the bag as Stiles clambers out of the car. When I turn back, Scott is no where to be seen.
"Are we good?" Stiles says turning back towards me and the car and seeing Scott gone. "Scott?" He gulps out looking questioningly at me.
"Scott?" I whirl around trying to see if he is collapsed nearby. "Where did he go?" I step back towards the Jeep asking.
"I don't know." Stiles puts his hands on his head and looks around nervously. "Get in… We need to find him."
I look around once more before sliding back into the passenger seat and slamming the door. Stiles hits the gas when I'm securely in and then grabs his phone to call police dispatch.
"Stiles, you know you can't call the dispatch line when I'm on duty." A woman's voice floats out through the speaker.
"I just need to know if you've gotten any odd calls." Stiles says frantically into the phone, while I watch out the windows for any sign of Scott.
"Odd how?" The reply comes through a few seconds later.
"Uh, like an odd person or, dog-like individual…." I whip my head around and mouth 'really?' at him causing him to give me an apologetic look before continuing, "roaming the streets?"
"I'm hanging up on you now." The dispatch officer sighs out.
"No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" Stiles screams as a quiet 'goodbye' comes through before static.
"Can you blame her?" I turn back to the window as he throws his phone frustratedly at me. "HEY!" I fumble with the phone before grasping it in my hands. "It's not my fault you know."
He turns towards me and sighs "I know, sorry."
"I'll call Allison Ask her if she's seen him." I place his phone on my lap before pulling my own out of Scott's sweater, which I was still wearing, pocket. "Besides…." I point at the time on the dash. "Won't the game be starting soon. He was pretty adamant that he was going to play no matter what." I shrug lightly. "Maybe he's headed there."
"That's pretty smart." Stiles looks over at me with a smile.
"This? This is nothing. You should see me when I tackle history homework. Now that's impressive." I wink at him and dial Allison's phone number.
"He did what?!" I shout into the phone causing Stiles to swerve again.
"Don't do that!" He half-yells at me pulling back onto the road making me put up my hand to silence him.
"What do you mean 'your dad hit him with a car' Allison?" I ask calmly.
"He hit him with the car." Allison says as if it explains everything.
"Well is he okay?" I grip my phone a little tighter and worriedly run a hand through my hair.
"Yeah. He's fine." I let out a sigh of relief before whispering to Stiles 'he's okay'. He grins at me before nodding. "We are on the way to the lacrosse game now. You are going to be there right?"
"Huh?" I pull the phone back up to my ear as my hand had dropped slightly after her last statement. "Yeah, the game right." I turn towards Stiles who nods and turns onto one of the roads towards the school. "We are on our way right now too."
"We?" Allison asks mischievously. "Who completes the we?"
"You know perfectly well who." I sigh into the phone causing Stiles to look at me questioningly. "I'll see you when we get there." I hang up my phone without waiting for a goodbye, and then I turn and see Stiles still staring at me. "What?"
"What was that last part about?" He grins before turning back to the road.
"Nothing. Don't worry about it. Just drive." I frantically try to avoid the subject for no other reason than to save myself embarrassment.
"Okay…." He draws out pulling into the school parking lot.
"Go find Scott." I point at the school as soon as we are parked to avoid him asking me again. "I'm going to go find Allison." I hop out of the Jeep, walk a couple of feet before turning back towards him. "Try to get him not to play. We really don't know what's going to happen. I don't want anyone getting hurt." With a nod I race towards the field in search of Allison.
"Percy!" I hear Allison yell as soon as I come around the edge of the bleachers. "Over here!" I turn towards her voice and see her standing and waving 10 feet from me next to a handsome older guy who must have been her dad. I push my way through the crowd and hug her as soon as I reach her.
"Your dad?" I whisper pointing at the man next to her, she nods silently and I turn to him smiling. "Hello Mr. Argent."
"Hello….. Percy." He looks to his daughter to confirm whether he was right once she nodded he turned back to me and offered his hand which I hesitantly shook before sitting on Allison's other side.
"So….." Allison turns toward me after looking at the field for Scott. "Where did you disappear to yesterday in the middle of class?"
"Class?" I crinkle my brow in confusion.
"Yeah you left after checking your phone and I didn't hear from you for a day." She looks sad as she says the last part.
"Oh….. ummm…." I turn towards the field and try to think of some excuse when my eyes fall on Stiles walking onto the field with Scott. Oh god…. Forgive me for this. "I went out with Stiles." I point in his direction and Allison follows my hand with her eyes before jumping giddily in her seat.
"You spent all night wit….." Allison trails off as we both watch Lydia grab Scott by the front of his jersey and pull him close. Scott leans away from her the best he can while answering whatever she asks causing Lydia to chuckle. After patting Scott briskly on the chest Lydia turns and sashays towards us.
"It's probably nothing, Allison." I whisper to her while looking at Scott who I could tell was listening. His head dips slightly in confirmation before he heads off towards the bench that Stiles is sitting on.
As Lydia reaches us the whistle blows signalling the start of the game, and earning me a reprieve from Allison bombarding me with questions about Stiles. While Allison and Lydia watched the game intently I kept my focus torn between Scott on the field and Stiles sitting nervously on the bench. A cheer erupted from the crowd as Jackson scored the first goal of the game, I clapped along halfheartedly. Lydia taps Allison's arm then whispers something to her before leaning down and grabbing the poster boards she had placed at our feet when she arrived. She motioned for me to get up to and handed me one side while Allison hoisted the middle. Once she was pleased with how high the sign was being held Lydia went back to cheering as I gave Allison a glare.
"Hey. Don't look at me like that. She likes lacrosse." Allison laughs causing the sign to wobble slightly.
"Yeah and I like reading books but you don't see me dragging you to a bookstore and making you wave a sign." I grumble out loud enough for her to hear. I catch Scott's eye as he looks at the sign we are holding up and his head drops dejectedly. "Sorry Scott." I whisper, hoping he was listening. After the cheering died down and we had replaced the sign at our feet I turned my focus to Scott on the field where he was bent over out of position. Making the excuse of having to go to the restroom I push passed Allison and Lydia who had their eyes glued to the field. Once at the end of the bleachers I creep to the bench and slide over to sit next to Stiles.
"You couldn't convince him not to play?" I whisper keeping an eye on the coach praying he doesn't see me.
"Jeez. Don't you make noise when you walk?" Stiles jumps when I slide next to him but quickly recomposes himself. "And if I had convinced him not to play would he really be on the field right now?" His tone just dripping with sarcasm.
I shoot him a glare and then point at Scott, "He doesn't look so good."
"Well he just hasn't gotten the ball. But you've seen him play before…." Stiles shrugs.
"You know perfectly well that I wasn't referring to his playing ability." I turn back and watch Scott as he sets himself up for the start of play again. Stiles and I both lean forward in shock as Scott vaults himself over an opposing player and catches the ball then goes racing down the field. When Scott scores, Stiles jumps up elbowing me as he went cheering , "Yes! That's what…" Before turning back to me with his hand raised for a high five. I laugh as I oblige and slide down the bench just a tad to avoid another elbow to the head. Stiles half runs over to where the coach is cheering and stands beside him arms raised in the air in victory screaming as loud as he can.
The next play starts and the opposing team gets it but then passes it to Scott. I turn and look at Allison in confusion, but she doesn't even notice, her eyes still glued to the field. The coach fell onto the bench next to Stiles who had returned to nervously twiddling with his glove.
"Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball?" He asks tapping Stiles lightly on the shoulder.
"Yes, I believe so, Coach." Stiles replies never taking his eyes off the field.
"Interesting." Was coach's reply before he got up and went back to his place at the side of the field.
My jaw drops as Scott sends a missile of a ball straight through the netting on the goalies stick and scores another goal. I turn to ask Stiles something but he had vacated his seat again and was over by the coach.
"What are you doing Scott?" I whisper into my hands as the teams set up again. Stiles waltzes back over and retakes his seat next to right as play begins again. We watch quietly as Scott quickly obtains the ball then pauses in the middle of the field looking between the opposing players. Stiles starts to rise out of his seat beside me mumbling something like, 'No, Scott, no, no.'
Scott sends the ball whistling into the net and I jump up clapping, while Stiles dances around slightly with his arms raised. "Yes! Yes! Oh, my god!" Our celebrations are cut short as we watch Scott sprint of the field.
"Do we go after him?" I ask pushing myself off the bench.
"You really think you can catch up to a werewolf on foot?" Stiles shakes his head and turns me towards Allison who is standing on the field.
"Oh jeez." I smile at him sadly then push through the crowd gathering and make it to where Allison had just been standing to see she isn't there anymore. I whirl back around to Stiles who starts looking around trying to locate her. I race back over to him. "Stiles where did she go?"
"I don't know. Maybe her dad or Lydia took her home?" He asks hopefully sitting back down on the bench.
"I hope so." I bounce on my toes as I glance around the crowd of people.
"I'm sure she's fine." He grins up at me then turns to his dad who is standing at the bleachers on the phone. "Dad? What's wrong?" Sheriff Stilinski just holds up his index finger indicating that he should wait. "Maybe we should go look for Scott." He pipes up as he stands to his feet impatiently.
"But you just…." I shake my head before nodding. "You know what? Alright let's go find Scott." We take a couple of steps out onto the field before stopping. "You have no idea where to look do you?" I ask trying to hold back a laugh.
"I do…. Just give me a minute." He looks around confused as I see Danny standing not to far away.
"Give me two seconds." I throw over my shoulder and head over to Danny. "Hey!"
"Hi." He replies courteously.
"Have you seen Scott?" I ask raising my voice slightly to be heard over the crowd around us. "Uhhhh. Scott McCall."
"I think I saw him heading towards the locker room." He shrugs pointing in the direction of the school.
"Cool. Thanks!" I wave and head back to Stiles, grab his sleeve and pull him in the direction of the school. "Danny thinks he went into the locker room."
We make it to the locker room and Stiles just slides through the door with ease and I stop at the doorway nervously. He turns around and waves me in and I whisper to him, "BOYS locker room. I really shou…" He grabs my wrist and pulls me through the doorway before shushing me and leading me further in. We walk around the edge of a row of lockers and see Scott and Allison kissing and Stiles stumbles to a halt before pushing back behind the lockers and peeking around the corner.
"Creeper." I whisper looking around his shoulder with a smile. After a minute of watching the two, Allison pulled away.
"I gotta get back to my dad." I watch as she heads in our direction and try to hide behind Stiles. "Hi, Stiles…." She giggles and waves then sees me, "Percy." She gives a look at the door and mouths 'I'll wait outside', I just nod and come out from behind Stiles.
"Hey yeah." He waves awkwardly then lightly runs his hand over the side of the lockers before pushing himself out into the open of the room. I watch Allison leave as Scott comes over with the click of his cleats on the concrete floor causing me to look over at the incredibly dorky grin on his face.
"I kissed her." He whispers sounding a little drunk.
"We saw." Stiles motions between me and him with a hand.
"She kissed me." Scott continues as if he didn't even hear his friend.
"Yeah, yeah. She did." I giggle behind my hand then step around Stiles and head towards the door.
"It's pretty good, huh?" Stiles asks watching as I almost collapse into giddy giggling.
"I-I don't know how, but I controlled it, I pulled it back." Scott stammers coming back from cloud nine. "Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad." He says hopefully grinning at me.
"Yeah. We'll talk later then." Stiles says bringing the mood down and goes to leave the room. Scott's hand shoots out and grabs his jersey pulling him back.
"What?" I wrinkle my brow in confusion as I try to remember if anything bad had happened in the past little while. Stiles sighs before collecting his words.
"The medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found." He looks sheepishly at Scott.
"And?" Scott urges him to continue.
"Well, I'll keep it simple. Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek is human not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail." Stiles' choppy sentences make me blink a few times before Scott says what is running through both our minds.
"Are you kidding?" I wrack my brain for when Stiles could have found this out.
"No, and here's a bigger kick in the ass." Stiles continues causing me to look up.
"There's more?" I whimper out as all the fun energy in the room gets sucked out by his statement.
"My dad ID'd the dead girl, both halves. Her name was Laura Hale." Stiles tries to avoid looking at Scott but fails miserably.
"Hale?!" Scott and I both burst out.
"Yeah. She's Derek's sister." Stiles finishes sadly sighing and giving an uncomfortable shrug.