A/N: Nothing to say but thank you guys for reviewing. Hope you all enjoy this new chapter. Still don't own Teen Wolf, just Percy. R&R!
My phone was buzzing as I exited class later that day and I shuffled over to the side of the hallway to avoid getting ran over. Pulling my phone out of my pocket I see it's Stiles and contemplate not answering. With a sigh I hit answer.
"Outside now." Stiles says as soon as the call connected, then he hung up. I look at my phone then head to the side door leading to the parking lot. As soon as I got outside I saw the Jeep idling and Stiles looking around frustrated. I run over and hop into the passenger seat.
"What's wrong?" I ask soon as the door closes behind me. Stiles tosses a phone at me and gestures for me to look at it. "Is this Lydia's phone? Why do you have Lydia's phone?" I open the message that's blinking and watch as the red eyes that had been haunting me shift into the frame of the video. When the clip ended I let my hands fall to my lap and look out the window as Stiles speeds towards his house.
We pull up and Stiles rushes around the front of his car and opens the door for me while trying to call Scott. Once I had exited he led me up to the front door and pushed it open while growling at his phone.
"You don't lock your door?" I point at the front door as I cross the threshold.
"Who would be stupid enough to break into the Sheriff's house?" He shrugs and starts up the stairs beckoning me to follow. When we get to his room I look around as I place my bag on the floor.
"Hey, it's me again." Stiles had given up on getting Scott to answer the phone and decided to leave a message. "Look, I found something, and I don't know what to do, okay? So if you could turn your phone on right now, that'd be great. Or else I'll kill you. Do you understand me?" I wander to his bed and plop down listening to him. "I'm gonna kill you. And I'm too upset to come up with a witty description about how exactly I'm gonna kill you, but I'm just gonna do it, okay?" He paced beside the bed waving his hands around. "I'm gonna….. UGH! Goodbye." He pounds on the end call button and throws his phone in my direction on the bed.
"Hey! It's Scott you are mad at not me." I move his phone away from me and fall backwards on the bed. He sighs apologetically before collapsing into his computer chair.
"God." He mutters and places his head on his arms as a knock sounds at the door causing him to yelp and me to raise my head.
"Please tell me I'm gonna hear good news at this parent/teacher thing tonight." The sheriff leans on the doorframe and throws me an awkward wave.
"Depends on how you define 'good news'." Stiles picks up a miniature pencil sharpener from his desk and starts playing with it.
"I define it as you getting straight A's with no behavioural issues." The sheriff explains making me cough to cover up a laugh that bubbled up. Stiles throws a look over at me and I just shake my head.
"You might wanna rethink that definition." Stiles turns back to his father and hold his hands up in a 'sorry' kind of way.
"Enough said." The sheriff turns towards me, "And you?"
"What?" I blink and sit up straight.
"Are your parents in for good news?" He clarifies and I nod before answering.
"Straight A's. So my parents don't complain." I shrug lightly trying not to agitate my injured shoulder. "But I like school so they refuse to take credit."
The sheriff points at me with a smile. "I like you. Maybe you could do something about this one," His finger travels over to Stiles and I giggle before nodding.
"I'll see what I can do sir." With my statement the sheriff turns and heads out of the room again and Stiles tosses the pencil sharpener back to his desk. He then sighs and picks up Lydia's phone and plays the clip again and I walk over and watch over his shoulder, before he throws the phone at the desk annoyed. "If you break her phone Lydia is not going to talk to you….. ever." I mutter watching the phone bounce lightly on his laptop before skidding to a halt.
"Well, what are we supposed to do about it?" He asks craning his neck to look up at me. "And where the hell is Scott?"
I reach forward and grab Lydia's phone and pull up the paused clip again and stare at the red eyed creature. "Delete it and pretend it never happened?" I ask him passing the phone to him with the delete option up. He sighs and hits delete and holds the phone in his hand briefly before placing it next to his own on the desk.
I walk back over to his bed and fall to it again before Stiles comes over with a couple of file folders. Rising up to my elbows I watch as he spreads the papers out and shuffles through them. I glimpse at the top of the papers and see 'Hale House Fire' typed across them, I raise an eyebrow but don't ask.
After half an hour, where the only noise was Stiles riffling through the papers in front of us I pull myself to a seated position on the bed beside him. I look at the time on the alarm clock beside Stiles' bed before placing my hands on his shoulders. "Come on. We need to get to the parent/teacher conferences. Scott has to be there. You can yell at him then." He looks up at me and I shoot him a smile before heading out of his room grabbing my bag. He follows me after a couple seconds and then drove us to the school in silence.
We pull into the school parking lot to see everyone in a panic and two gunshots go off. I look over at Stiles worriedly and then jump out of the car before it comes to a complete stop.
"Percy!" He yells after me as I frantically look around for my parents. Stiles appears behind me and puts a hand on my arm. "What are you doing?"
"I need to find my parents." I continue looking around and see Allison huddled against a pillar with her mom, Scott, and another woman who I'm guessing was Scott's mother. "Go talk to Scott. I'll catch up with you later." I pat his hand and then push past him into the crowd that was heading in the direction the gunshots had come from. I see my mom standing close to the school doors and breathe a sigh of relief running up to her. "Mom! You okay?" I grab her arms and she nods.
"There were gunshots and I didn't know where you were." She breaths out looking over in the direction of the crowd.
"Yeah, sorry. I was with Stiles. Lost track of time." I shake my head and hug her lightly. "I want to check on Allison. I'll meet you at the car in a minute okay?" She smiles when I say Stiles and then nods. "Okay." I let go of her and then push through the crowd until I'm beside Allison.
"Hey. Where were you?" She asks after looking at me for a second.
"Not here?" I shrug nonchalantly and peek over the shoulders in front of us to see the body of a mountain lion. Allison just rolls her eyes at me and then starts looking around. "Besides this moment right here," I gesture forward at the mountain lion, "did you have a good birthday?" I whisper seeing her mom standing a few feet away.
"Yeah. I'll tell you about it later?" She smiles down at me and moves out of the way when her parents start for their car. She goes to follow and I nod at her. I wait around another few minutes watching as the crowd disperses before heading to my mother's car and driving us home. When we pull into the driveway I look over at my mom confused when I saw my car parked there.
"Don't look at me. I didn't do it." She shakes her head and climbs out of the passenger side. I shut the driver's door behind me and walk over to my car running a hand over it, looking through the window I see an envelope sticking out of one of the visors. I open the door and reach in pulling the envelope out and letting the door fall shut. Sliding my finger along the opening of the envelop I smiled when my keys fell out, and a small note that just said 'Fixed.'.
"Maybe dad went and got it?" I ask my mom following her to the front door.
"Did you pay for the part yet?" My mom replied staring at the car.
"No." I shrug and lightly push her into the house. "But my car is back, so I'm not going to question it, and neither should you." My mom smiles at me and kisses my forehead before heading up to bed. Tossing my keys on my computer desk when I got into my room I fell into my bed with a grin on my face.
A couple days later people were still pretty freaked out over the whole mountain lion incident that had occurred. Stiles was annoyed at Scott for going to Derek for help with his werewolf problems, and I had spent the better part of my days running messages between the two of them.
"Can't you just let it go?" I lean out of my seat in class to ask Stiles as he refused to answer another question about Scott. All I got was a glare in return. "Alright jeez. Was just a question." I raise my hands up in defence and see Scott walk into the room. Scott slides into the seat behind Stiles and throws a smile at me before leaning forward to whisper to Stiles.
"Still not talking to me?" He asks looking between me and Stiles hoping one of us would answer. I shake my head apologetically and Scott sighs. "Can you at least tell me if your dad's okay? I mean, it's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage? Nothing that big?"
Stiles looks over at me after running his tongue annoyedly along the inside of his cheek. He opens his mouth to say something but I hold up my hand.
"No, you want to say something to him you say it to him yourself. I'm not playing messenger pigeon anymore." I point at Scott so that he gets the same goes for him and Stiles crinkles his nose in frustration before sliding down in his seat.
"You know I feel really bad about it, right?" Scott tries again to get Stiles to turn around and talk to him. "Okay." He sighs and leans forward even further in his seat when I urge him silently to keep trying. "What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and that I went to Derek for help?"
Stiles slams his pencil onto his desk and furrow his brow angrily. "If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting him. But obviously I'm not talking to you."
Scott nods sadly and looks at me. "I agree with Stiles here Scott. You are an idiot." I smile jokingly at him as the bell signalling the start of class goes off. Scott returns my smile and pulls out his books for class. Without any warning Stiles whirls around in his seat to look at Scott.
"What did he say?" He asks seriously curious making me and Scott chuckle lightly before turning back to the classwork.
After class Scott exits the room first and Stiles holds the door open so I can follow. "He wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?" Stiles asks as I fall in beside Scott walking down the hallway.
"Yeah." I look up at Scott and shake my head at his answer.
"All right, well correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that, you try to kill someone," Stiles turns towards both of us.
"Mainly just the two of us though." I shrug making Scott look at me alarmed.
"I know. That's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me." Scott shoots a sheepish look at me. "I have to be able to control it."
"Well, how's he gonna teach you to do that?" Stiles asks sliding around another student in the hall.
"I don't know. I don't think he does either." Scott shrugs at the two of us.
"Okay. When are you seeing him again?" Stiles groans out making me giggle. They both shoot me a look and I shrug.
"He just told me not to talk about it. Just act normal and get through the day." Scott answers confused.
"When?" Stiles stops Scott by placing a hand on his arm and Scott grabs my bag to get me to stop.
"Hey…." I look back at them then swat his hand away from my bag.
"He's picking me up at the animal clinic after work." Scott releases my bag and Stiles sighs beside us and looks at me.
"After work. All right, well, that gives us…" He points between himself and me, "to the end of the school day then."
"To do what?" Scott looks over at me and I shrug just as confused as he is.
"To teach you ourself." Stiles states plainly walking off down the hallway leaving me and Scott.
"Let's go. Before he does something stupid." I grab Scott by his shirt sleeve and lead him to the cafeteria. We get through the door and see Stiles sitting at the table closest to us and Allison sitting at the middle table. Scott groans and grabs a book out of my bag before sliding into the nearest seat and hiding behind my textbook.
Allison looks up and I wave half-heartedly before sitting next to Stiles. "So your plan was to get lunch?" I gesture around the cafeteria.
"No." He reaches out and pulls the textbook away from Scott's face. "I think the book's making it more obvious." Stiles lets go of the book then turns to look at Allison. "Besides, she's reading, anyway." Scott's head peeks up over the top of the book and at the binder that Stiles was scribbling frantically in.
"So did you come up with a plan yet?" He asks casting a glance past me and at Allison.
"I think so." Stiles nods lightly looking up and taking a bite out of an apple.
"Wait…. Does your plan include me getting food?" I ask as my stomach growls beneath the table at the sight of the apple. Stiles shakes his head and digs around in his bag before passing me an orange. I grin graciously and set to work on peeling.
"Does that mean you don't hate me now?" Scott asks smiling at me before turning back to Stiles.
"No. But your crap has infiltrated my life, so now I have to do something about it." Stiles waves the apple around and I shake my head as Scott peeks over my textbook again.
"It infiltrated her life too." He says pointing over the book at me.
"I'm okay with it." I shrug popping a slice of orange into my mouth with a smile.
"Plus I'm definitely a better Yoda than Derek." Stiles motions at Scott with his apple.
"Okay, yeah, you teach me." Scott nods reaching out and moving me to the side a little so he can stare at Allison. I roll my eyes a spin my chair so I'm out of the way.
"Yeah, I'll be your Yoda." Stiles goes back to writing in his notebook and I prop a foot up on the side of his seat.
"Yeah, you be my Yoda." Scott ducks back down behind the textbook grinning.
"Your Yoda I will be." Stiles does an almost perfect impersonation of Yoda which makes me snicker loudly and almost choke on a slice of the orange. When I start coughing, Stiles reaches out and pats me on the back until I say I'm okay. "I said it backwards." He grins down at me and Scott sighs.
"Yeah, I know." He says making Stiles turn to him and toss his pencil down. I grab the last piece of orange and finish it off.
"All right, you know what? I definitely still hate you. Uh-huh. Oh, yeah." Stiles closes his binder, grabs my textbook and his bag and strides out of the cafeteria leaving Scott panicking as he tries to find something else to hide behind. He gets up and rushes after Stiles and I slowly rise from my seat sighing.
"Scott. Scott, wait." I hear Allison say loudly as she hurries to try and catch up with him.
"Allison, hold up." I grab my bag and follow her into the hall yelling. I catch up with her right outside the boys bathroom. "The girl's bathroom is down the hall you know." I point in the direction in question and she rolls her eyes at me.
"I was trying to catch Scott. He went in there." She points at the door in front of you.
"He and Stiles were talking about having to get to lacrosse practice. Maybe you mistook someone else for him?" I shrug at her and she nods.
"Maybe." She looks at me. "If you see Scott will you tell him to call me? Or text me? Whichever."
"Sure." I smile and she heads of down the hallway and the door opens slowly revealing Scott. "What would you do without me?" I grin and signal that he's good to come out.
"Thanks." He smiles meekly and walks with me to the lacrosse field where Stiles is standing already.
"Okay." Stiles places a sports bag on the bench and starts tearing through the contents. "Now…." He pulls out a black strap and hands it to Scott. "Put this on."
"Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?" Scott turns it over in his hands.
"Yeah, I borrowed it." Stiles nods causing me to roll my eyes and Scott to smile knowingly.
"Stole it." He clarifies looking at me.
"Temporarily misappropriated." Stiles revises his previous statement when I start laughing. "Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day."
Scott points at the phone in Stiles' hand. "Isn't that Coach's phone?"
"That… That, I stole." Stiles shrugs passing the phone to me.
"What? Why are you giving me the stolen goods?" I look at the phone terrified but accept it all the same.
"Why did you steal it?" Scott asks placing a hand on my shoulder lightly.
"All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right?" Stiles asks patting my knee with a smile before turning to his friend. "When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate." Stiles shrugs and I look at him wide eyed.
"Still doesn't explain why I have to hold the stolen phone." I wave the phone in question around.
"Because my hands are gonna be full in a minute." Stiles turns back to the bag and Scott chuckles lightly.
"So I'm like The Incredible Hulk." Scott mutters gleefully.
"Kind of like The Incredible Hulk, yeah." Stiles head bobs around as he considers it.
"No, I'm like The Incredible Hulk….." Scott smiles at me and I shake my head.
"Would you shut up and put the strap on?" Stiles pushes his friend lightly and pulls duct tape out of the bag handing it to me.
"Ummmm….." I hold it up questioningly. "Nope I'm not gonna ask."
"Help my secure his hands." Stiles chuckles and points at Scott.
"And to think I could be doing schoolwork right now." I get up off the bench and stop behind Scott then wrap the duct tape around his wrists while Stiles holds them together. "We don't mention this to Allison." I whisper to Scott nodding at the duct tape. "She'd kill me."
"This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my free period." Scott says after nodding to me.
"All right. You ready?" Stiles picks up the lacrosse stick and sports bag in one hand and grabs my wrist to pull me a little ways away from Scott with the other.
"No." Scott sadly moans.
"Remember, don't get angry." Stiles tosses the bag to the ground and lets go of my wrist motioning for me to sit. He reaches over and opens an app on the Coach's phone which is still in my hand then smiles at me.
"I'm starting to think this was a really bad idea." Scott says loudly enough for me to hear.
"The duct tape didn't give that away for you?" I smirk as Stiles scoops up one of the balls he had poured onto the field and pelts Scott with it. "This is your plan?" I look up at him amused as Scott bends over in pain groaning. The app in my hand beeps out the heart rate, but it's still reasonable. Stiles laughs and does it again nailing Scott in the face. "Oh my god." I cover my mouth as Scott stumbles.
"Okay, that one kind of hurt." Scott staggers around saying.
"Quiet. Both of you. Remember, you're supposed to be thinking about your heart rate, all right?" Stiles points at Scott with the lacrosse stick. "About staying calm." Scott just bounces around muttering 'Stay calm' to himself as Stiles sends ball after ball in his direction. I wince everytime they make contact but I don't say anything and keep my eyes on the heart rate monitor.
One of the balls nails Scott in the groin and he groans, "Son of a bitch!"
"You know what?" Stiles turns to me with a wide grin on his face. "I think my aim is actually improving."
"I wonder why." Scott growls out shifting around trying to alleviate the pain. The heart rate app in my lap starts going slightly faster and I tap Stiles on the leg.
"Ah, buh, buh. Don't get angry." He says to Scott setting up for another shot. He continues to pelt Scott with balls for another few minutes.
"Stop. Just wait." Scott moans out falling to his knees. "Wait, just hold on." I get up from where I'm at and toss the phone at the bag before kneeling somewhere closer to Scott.
"Scott?" I reach out just as the beeping on the phone gets incessant. Stiles rushes forward and pulls me back behind him as Scott breaks loose from the duct tape. Scott grasps at the ground groaning and I look at the phone in Stiles' hand. The beeping slows down and I scoot around Stiles and kneel next to Scott.
"Scott, you started to change." Stiles squats down in front of his friend and reaches out.
"From anger." Scott pants out. "But it was more than that. It was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt." I place a hand on Scott's back soothingly.
"So it is anger, then. Derek's right." Stiles postulates.
"I can't be around Allison." Scott looks up at me sadly.
"Just because she makes you happy?" Stiles asks a little confused.
"No, because she makes me weak." Scott rolls over to his side still trying to calm down.
"We'll figure this out." I rub his shoulder and look up at Stiles. "Right?"