A/N: Okay so this chapter is a little weird. The beginning was my friends idea because she wanted a cutesy Scott/Percy interaction. Then near the end I didn't know what else to do so I tried to end it a little to fast. I hope you enjoy it and please remember that I love constructive criticism. I still don't own Teen Wolf... but I do own the bundle of joy that is Percy. Enjoy!
"Scott?" I call cautiously opening the front door to his house with Stiles behind me worrying. We make our way up the stairs to his room and I go to open the door when Stiles jumps forward and stops me.
"It's still a full moon." He hisses at me causing me to roll my eyes.
"Scott?" I whisper at the door. I hear shuffling behind it and the door inches open slowly. Stiles pushes me behind him and I shake my head at him. Scott looks around the door worn out. I move to check on him and Stiles grips my arm staring at his friend. I sigh and shake his hand off. "Scott…. Do you have the urge to kill me?"
Scott raises his head slowly and shakes his head and I turn to Stiles with a smile. "See? He's perfectly fine." I skirt around Stiles and help lead Scott over to his bed. "You look like hell wolf boy." He breathes out a laugh and falls back on his bed. Stiles remains in the doorframe watching us angrily.
"I can't believe you, dude." Stiles finally huffs out. Scott lifts his head a little and watches his friend. "I mean it was Lydia!" I groan and kneel next to the bag we had brought up earlier, making sure it was all inside before zipping it back up.
"I didn't…." Scott lets his head fall back and I pull myself up straightening my shirt. Stile goes to say something else and I push him lightly into the hallway pulling the door closed behind me after throwing a last look at Scott on the bed.
"Stiles….. Maybe you should go home." I turn back to him whispering weakly.
"And leave you here with him? It's a full moon Percy. He could hurt you." He growls at me gesturing wildly at the door.
"He won't. But you yelling at him about Lydia isn't helping either. Go home. If anything happens I will call you. But I don't think anything is going to happen." I sigh and run a hand through my hair. "I'll be fine."
"Percy…." Stiles tries to catch my eye as I look around the hallway. "Nothing I say is going to change your mind, is it?" I shake my head with a light smile. "You call me the second anything happens." Stiles turns toward the stairs demanding. I nod at him as he descends before entering Scott's room again closing the door behind me.
Scott doesn't even move as I re-enter and make my way to the chair he had been sitting in earlier.
"You aren't going to chain me up?" Scott's question pierces the silence around us as I collapse into the chair.
"Should I?" I quirk my eyebrows up turning to look at him.
"Like Stiles said…. I could hurt you." Scott mumbles rolling his head to look in my direction.
"Mhm. You shouldn't eavesdrop on conversations Scotty. It's rude." I wink at him and pull my legs up onto the chair. "Besides, I don't imagine sleeping chained to the bed will be comfortable." My eyes wander to the window sill and I see the blood there from before, with a sigh I push myself up and head to the adjoining bathroom to find hydrogen peroxide. Grabbing a washcloth I head back over to the window and start scrubbing at the stain.
Scott watches me silently as I wipe up all the blood and go back into the bathroom to put the stuff away. When I come back out he whispers to me, "Why don't you just tell him?"
My heart picks up speed slightly as I plop back into the chair. "Tell who what?" I pick nervously at my sleeve avoiding Scott's look.
"Percy….." I let my eyes raise up slowly to look at Scott. "Werewolf remember? I can hear your heart pretty much all the time."
I chuckle nervously and turn in the chair to face him. "Ever heard of personal boundaries?" I joke before letting my head fall back. "He's in love with Lydia…." I jerk my head up and point at Scott mock-threateningly. "And if you tell him I will find some way to hurt you."
"I still think you should tell him." Scott laughs out sliding up to lean on the headboard of his bed.
"Not gonna happen." I shiver in the chair and pull my knees up. "I think you should try talking to Allison." Scott scoffs before throwing a blanket over to me. "I'm serious… You need to talk to her."
"She hates me." Scott whines as I wrap the blanket over my legs.
"No she doesn't. She's just mad because you locked us in a room with no explanation then, as Lydia put it," I raise my hands for air quotes, "'Left us for dead'."
"Really?" Scott moans out and lets his head slam against the wall in frustration.
"Scott…. Don't let it bother you." I look out the window at the moon. "If I come over there and hug you are you gonna try to rip my head off?"
"No." Scott laughs and sits up and I stand from the chair and lean down and hug him tightly kneeling on the bed.
"She will forgive you you know." I pull back from the hug and sit next to him leaning against the headboard.
"How are you so sure?" Scott asks looking over at me.
"Someone has to be optimistic. Besides… I'm not a fan of strife." I lean my head back against the headboard. Scott slides down the headboard until he is laying down completely. I reach down and pat him lightly on the arm before letting it rest on top of his hand.
"I'm glad you know about everything going on." Scott closes his eyes while saying sleepily.
"Yeah… Me too." I look down and see him fighting to stay awake. With a smile I climb quietly off the bed and grab the blanket he had given me earlier throwing it over him and retaking my seat on the bed. I lean against the headboard with my eyes closed.
I wake up the next morning to being shook. "Percy. Wake up. We are going to be late." Scott continues shaking me until I smack at his hand.
"I'm awake. You can stop now." I shift slightly and open my eyes looking around the room.
"Your phone has been going off for about an hour now." Scott points over to where my bag was laying.
"And you didn't wake me before now why?" I scramble off the bed and dig through my bag for the consistent ring.
"I tried…. You smacked me." Scott answers sheepishly as I finally find my phone and look at the ID. STILES.
"Sorry." I chuckle as I apologize and hit the answer button on my phone.
"Finally! Why weren't you answering your phone? Are you okay? Did anything happen?" Stiles practically shrieks into the phone when the call connects.
"Well, hello to you too!" I lean back a little to look at the clock sitting on Scott's desk. "Is it seriously that late?" I ask Scott pointing at the clock, he just nods and heads into the bathroom closing the door behind him. "Sorry, Stiles. I was sleeping. I'm fine and no nothing happened."
"I'm coming to pick you up and give you a ride to school." I hear the Jeep start through the phone.
"It's okay. I can catch a ride with Scott." Scott comes out at that second and nods in response to my comment.
"I'm almost there. Both of you are getting a ride." Stiles grumbles into the phone right before he hung up.
"So, we should head downstairs?" Scott asks grabbing his backpack and stopping at the door.
"Yeah probably." I slide my bag strap onto my shoulder and follow him downstairs. We reach the bottom of the stairs just as frantic knocking sounds through the house. I laugh as I pull the door open to reveal Stiles. "Hiya."
Stiles tries to lean casually on the doorframe that he fell against when I opened the door, his eyes checking me for any injuries. Scott shakes his head at me smirking and pushes past the two of us and heading for the Jeep. I follow him and Stiles runs past both of us to hop in the driver's side.
"He was worried." Scott whispers right before opening the passenger door for me.
"Shut up." I mutter jokingly climbing in and over the seat into the back. Scott shoots me an amused look as he climbs in and closes the door. I catch Stiles continuously looking into the rear-view mirror and scold him. "Keep your eyes on the road. I would like to make it to school alive."
"Looking in the rear-view is part of driving!" Stiles shoots back defensively. I reach forward and pat him on the shoulder laughing. Stiles pulls cleanly into an empty parking spot at school and I wait for both the boys to exit before clambering over the seats. The three of us split up as we enter the school to head to our lockers and I see Allison rummaging through hers as I approach mine.
"Hey." I smile at her spinning my combination into my lock.
"Hey." She glances over at me then pauses when her eyes fall to my clothes. "Weren't you wearing that yesterday?" She points at my outfit with a smirk.
"What?" I look down and groan. "Yeah. I didn't go home last night. Is it that obvious?"
"To me yes. And probably Lydia too. And anyone else who sees the wrinkles." Allison spins around and leans against her locker grinning wickedly. "So…. Why didn't you go home? Did you and St….." I reach up and cover her mouth with my hand.
"Don't even say it." I glare at her closing my locker. "Not a word, Allison." She reaches up and pulls my hand off her mouth.
"You did, didn't you?" She grins and backs away quickly with a wave. "See you at lunch."
I grumble before tearing through my bag looking for another shirt. Coming up empty I march down the hallway to where Scott and Stiles are standing in front of their lockers.
"You okay?" Stiles pushes off the lockers looking at me worriedly.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I shoot him a smile before continuing. "You happen to have an extra shirt hiding in your locker?"
"A shirt?" Stilles looks over at Scott who just shrugs in response.
"Yes a shirt." I point at the one he has on in example.
"Yeah I should." He turns and opens his locker quickly before digging through the contents. I jump when Stiles exclaims in excitement turning around holding a button down shirt in his hand. "Will this do?" Stiles holds the shirt out to me as Scott snickers hiding behind the locker door.
"Perfect! Thanks. I'll see you in class." I grab the shirt and run to the girl's washroom. Sliding into one of the stalls I quickly remove my shirt and slide into Stiles'. The bottom of the shirt hung almost down to my knees. "Well that's not gonna work." I mutter shoving my old shirt into my bag. I roll the bottom of the shirt up until it comes to my hips right above my jeans and tie the front together. After buttoning up a couple of buttons above the knot I step out and look in the mirror. The shirt was still really baggy up top so I tried shifting it around a bit until I was satisfied with how it sat. Last touch I gave the shirt was to roll the sleeves up a little.
I pick my bag up off the floor and head to class. Sliding into my seat behind Stiles I lean forward and whisper to him. "Thanks again." Allison looks over at me with her eyebrow raised questioningly and I look away quickly a blush rising in my cheeks.
On our way out of class Allison grabs me and pulls me over to the side grinning wildly. "That shirt looks good on you." I push her out of class slowly, laughing. We walk down the hall together laughing as she continues to try and coax information out of me.
After classes end for the day I catch up with Scott and Stiles outside. Stiles stop midsentence and stares at me as I approach. Flashing him a smile I turn to Scott and point at him. "Why do you look like that?"
"Like what?" Scott furrows his brow further bringing his head around to look at me.
"The look of a severely annoyed and slightly homicidal werewolf." I poke his arm trying to lighten the mood.
"Derek called." Stiles says finally tearing his eyes off me wearing his shirt.
"Ah… That explains the look. What does he want?" I toss my bag into the back of the Jeep before facing the boys again.
"He thinks he knows where the Alpha is going to be." Scott grumbles out. "But he needs our help."
"Then why are we still here?" I point at the Jeep. "Let's go." I slide over the passenger seat and into the back before looking out at the boys, who are standing there dumbfounded. "Coming?" I ask innocently and Stiles just shakes his head at Scott before spinning around the hood of the car and hopping into the driver seat. Scott jumps into the passenger seat and Stiles takes off to Derek's house.
Derek comes out of his house as soon as we pull up. "Is it just me or does he look more sinister than normal?" I ask quietly as I climb out of the back.
"Why are we here Derek?" Scott says loudly as Stiles comes to my side.
"I told you I would help you kill him, if you helped me find him." Derek answers calmly hopping heavily from the porch.
"And how do we do that?" I ask glaring at him.
Derek holds up his car keys letting them jingle slightly. "Distracting the hunters."
"We get to drive your car?" Stiles leans forward excitedly bumping into my arm.
"She drives." Derek points at me rolling his eyes at Stiles.
"Why does Percy get to drive?" Stiles whines and Derek just stares him down angrily causing Stiles to slide behind me meekly. "Alright, Percy drives."
"Are you sure you can find him?" I ask patting Stiles' arm behind me comfortingly.
"Just keep the hunters away and I'll handle the Alpha." Derek tosses the keys at me and Scott reaches out catching them. Scott hands them over his brow furrowed as he watches Derek cautiously.
"Lay low. We will take care of the hunters." Scott growls out at the older boy.
I take a few steps forward placing a hand on Scott's arm lightly pushing him towards Derek's car. Stiles meets us at the car climbing into back as I slide into the driver's seat. After adjusting the seat I look over at Scott who nods at me as I start the engine. I chuckle as it roars to life. "Oh, I could get used to this." I slam a foot on the gas and tear through the woods heading towards town.
"Percy….." Stiles looks over his shoulder at the car chasing us. "You really need to drive faster!" He leans forward between the front seats to look at me. "A lot faster."
"No one likes a backseat driver Stiles." I pull a hand off the wheel and push him back into the backseat before pushing the gas pedal further into the floor. Tires squeal as I take a corner sharply trying to lose our tail.
"I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here, Perc." Stiles mumbles as he stares out the back window.
"If she goes faster, she'll kill us." Scott says as I skid around another corner.
"Glad you have so much faith in my driving abilities Scott." I look in the rear-view mirror and see the SUV dangerously close.
"Well, if she doesn't go faster, they're gonna kill us!" Stiles responds waving his hand at the car behind us. I shift gears and slam my foot onto the gas pedal forcing the car faster. With another squeal of tires the car behind us peels away. "They're gone." Stiles looks around behind us trying to see where the car went.
"Maybe they were tired of your backseat driving too." I slam on the brakes causing Stiles to fall into the back of the driver's seat. Shooting him a glare in the rear-view I turn to look out the driver's side window for the other car. "Stiles the radio." I point at the police radio he had sitting on the seat beside him. Scrambling to pick it up Stiles' finger hits the button to turn it on and static fills the car.
"All units, suspect is on foot heading into the iron works." An officer's voice comes through the speaker making me groan.
"Scott get in the back." I jerk my thumb over my shoulder before gunning the engine and turning to head to the iron works. Scott falls between the two seats and lands on Stiles who shouts in indignation. "If either one of you kick me I am going to leave you for the hunters to collect." I growl pulling into the iron works and narrowly avoiding a building.
"There!" Scott points at Derek crouching next to a forklift and I skid to a halt next to him. Reaching over I throw open the passenger door.
"Get in!" I shout throwing the car into gear. Derek races towards the car as machine gun fire echoes through the buildings. As soon as Derek hits the passenger seat I lay on the gas and flinch as bullets rain down on the car.
"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott yells at Derek as soon as he gets untangled from Stiles.
"Damnit, I had him!" Derek smacks his hand on the dashboard and Stiles' head pops in between the seats.
"Who? The Alpha?" Stiles asks making me sigh in frustration.
"No. Santa Claus!" I look into the rear-view mirror and see cars pursuing us.
"Yes!" Derek spits out. "He was right in front of me, and the freaking police showed up."
"Oh, hey, they're just doing their jobs…." Stiles says and Derek turns to him his mouth pressed into an angry frown. I reach over and pat Stiles' arm before lightly pushing him into the backseat again.
"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state." Derek looks pointedly at Scott in the mirror.
"Can we seriously get past that?" Scott groans out letting his head fall to rest on the back of the passenger seat. "I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."
"Besides… We thought you were dead." I look over at Derek with a shrug. Derek narrows his eyes at me before pointing at the road in front of us.
"All right!" Stiles leans back forward so he can get a good look at Derek. "How did you find him?" Derek scoffs and then looks out his window.
"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott peeks around the passenger seat as best he can.
"Answer the question Derek." I look into the rear-view before pressing the gas pedal down further. "I have no qualms about stopping right now and letting the police have you." I flick my gaze over to him before hitting the brakes lightly to show that I'm serious. Stiles grins at me in the mirror before settling back into the seat.
Derek sighs before gesturing that I should speed up again. "Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out." I nod speeding around a corner trying to lose the police. "She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."
Stiles shoots forward between the seats. "Our chemistry teacher?"
"Why him?" Scott asks looking at me and Stiles.
"You mean besides the fact that he's an ass?" I catch Scott's eyes in the rear-view.
"I don't know yet." Derek huffs out angrily.
"Real helpful." I mutter pulling onto another side street.
"What's the second?" Scott pushing Stiles back in the seat so he can look at Derek. I look over as Derek pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolds it.
"Some kind of symbol." He holds the paper up for us to see and I point at it.
"That looks familiar. Why does that look familiar?" I throw the question over my shoulder at Scott who groans lightly.
"What?" Derek turns and looks at Scott. "You know what this is?"
"I've seen it on a necklace." Scott rolls his head back. "Allison's necklace." Scott catches my eye as he says this and I smack the steering wheel frustratedly.
"This just keeps getting better." I growl out pulling into the woods and shutting off the lights so that the cop cars can't see us.
"We need that necklace." Derek says as I pull up in front of his house.
"I was afraid you were going to say that." I shut the car off and climb out running a hand through my hair. I wait until Stiles climbs out and is standing beside me before I turn to Scott. "I can talk to her, but I make no promises." Scott nods and I head off towards the Jeep. "But I'm not doing anything else tonight. I'm going home…. Stiles can you drop me off?"
Derek looks between all of us very confused as we all climb into the beat up Jeep and drive away. Stiles drops Scott off first before helping me slide into the passenger seat and taking me home. I rest my head on the window as Stiles slowly drives through the neighborhoods.
"Thanks again." I whisper into the silence of the car. Stiles glances over at me confused turning onto another road. "For the shirt." I flick at the collar of the shirt I was wearing.
"Oh. Yeah…. No problem." He chuckles staring at me as I play with the collar for a few minutes.
"I'll give it back as soon as I can." I lean between our seats to grab my bag as we near my house.
"Don't worry about it. You can keep it if you want." Stiles mumbles coming to a stop in front of my house. I smile at him before pulling him into a short hug and sliding out of the car.
"I'll see you tomorrow." I wave as I walk up my front path to my front door. Stiles waits until I have my door open before driving away. With a sigh I toss my bag right inside the door and head up to my room to collapse on my bed, not even bothering to change.