A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long. I started a new semester of school and could never find the time to sit down and write. I still don't own Teen Wolf (Unless you count the DVDs of the show) but I do own Percy. I hope you guys enjoy this new chapter... Let me know! R&R!
Walking into school the next day I looked around keeping an eye out for Allison. How are you going to get the necklace from her? I sigh internally as I come up blank. Turning another corner I see Allison standing in the middle of the hall chatting with one of our classmates, with a sigh of determination I flounce up to her.
"Hey." I smile widely at the two girls and Rebecca waves as she heads off.
"Hey." Allison turns to me and heads down the hallway with me.
"So…." I shift my bag around a little. "I have a big favour to ask you."
"Does it have to do with Stiles?" She turns to me excitedly.
"No…. why would you….? You know what nevermind." I shake my head trying to get back on track.
"I'm sorry." Allison rests a hand on my arm stopping me in the middle of the hall. "What do you need?"
"You know that necklace your aunt gave you?" Allison nods in response before I continue. "Is there anyway I could borrow it for a couple days?"
"I don't have it on me right now… But I could bring it with me tomorrow." She shrugs at me before continuing down the hall. "What do you need it for anyway?"
"Really? Thanks!" I grin at her broadly before wrapping an arm around her shoulder in a half hug. "And the drama club is doing this play and I'm helping with costumes…."
"You're in drama club?" She looks at me sceptically.
"Don't judge." I point a finger at her jokingly as I look around and spot Stiles and Scott coming around the corner. "Ummm, hey I'll catch up with you later, okay?"
Allison looks in the direction I'm headed before nodding in understanding. With a half wave I hop up the steps to the boys' sides.
"How the hell did he find out?" Stiles asks Scott as he hits the top stair.
"How did who find out what?" I ask confused looking over at the two of them.
"I have no idea." Scott throws his hands up forcefully.
"Did he say it out loud," Stiles continues to ignore my presence while questioning our friend. "the word?"
"What word?" I ask waving a hand in front of the two of them bringing their attention to me. "Hi."
After mumbling a 'hello' Stiles turns back to Scott. "Werewolf. Did he say, 'I know you're a werewolf'?"
"Who the hell are we talking about?" I stop in the middle of the hall as Scott shushes Stiles looking around hoping no one overheard.
"Jackson." Scott looks me in the eye answering my question. "And no, but he implied it pretty freaking clearly."
"Okay, maybe it's not as bad as it seems. I mean, he doesn't have any proof, right?" Stiles' hand gestures continue wildly as I quickly catch up to their speed walking. "And if he wanted to tell someone, who's gonna believe him anyway?"
"You mean besides us?" I throw out gesturing between the three of us.
"Or Allison's father?" Scott groans out hanging his head.
"Didn't think of that one." I mumble quirking my eyebrows in consideration.
"Okay, it's bad." Stiles nods solemnly.
"I need a cure. Right now." Scott half whines looking at me and I nod in agreement.
"Does he know about Allison's father?" I look at Stiles confused by his question.
"I don't know." Scott shakes his head before ruffling his hair lightly.
"Okay, where's Derek?" Stiles stops Scott by holding his hand in front of him.
"Hiding, like we told him to. Why?" I pull up alongside the two of them and shift so that my bag isn't blocking any more of the aisle way than necessary.
"I have another idea." Stiles responds with a shrug and I groan. "It's gonna take a little time and finesse, though."
"Neither of which you have." I shake my head causing Stiles to glare at me.
"We have that game tonight. It's quarterfinals." Scott gestures his hand in the direction of the lacrosse field. "And it's your first game."
"I know, I know." Stiles sighs out.
"And yet you do not sound excited. Why aren't you excited?" I place my hands on my hips as I ask this.
"Bigger things to worry about." Stiles answers me before smacking Scott lightly on the chest. "Look, do you have a plan for Allison yet?"
"She's in my next class." Scott says reluctantly.
"Get the necklace." Stiles orders before walking past me towards class.
"Wait. About that." I grab for his arm but he continues down the hall without listening.
"Right. Get the necklace." Scott mumbles walking down the hallway to my left, leaving me standing alone.
"Does anyone care that I am getting the necklace tomorrow?" I look down the two hallways they had walked down. "No….? Alrighty then." I sigh and head to my next class.
At lunch I slide into the seat across from a dejected looking Scott just as Stiles slides into his seat.
"Did you get her to give you the necklace?" Stiles nods a 'hello' to me while leaning closer to Scott.
"Not exactly." Scott tosses his fork down slightly frustrated.
"Ah. What happened?" Stiles nods knowingly.
"She told me not to talk to her." Scott says looking sadly at me. "At all."
"What did you do?" I ask shaking my head in disappointment. Scott shakes his head in response but doesn't say anything.
Stiles shoves a chicken strip in his mouth before he says anything. "So she's not giving you….."
"She's not giving me the necklace!" Scott whispers harshly.
"Well, did you find anything else out?" With a sigh I start pushing my food around my tray.
"Just that I know nothing about girls," I nod in agreement as Scott says this, "and that they're totally psychotic."
"Hey!" I toss my hands up in indignation and huff before sliding down in my chair.
"Okay, I came up with a plan B just in case anything like this happened." Stiles smirks at me before turning to Scott.
"What's plan B?" Scott and I ask at the same time.
"Just steal the stupid thing." Stiles answers simply chugging down his water bottle.
"Or you could ask your" I look pointedly at Scott, "psychotic female sidekick," Scott smiles sheepishly before I continue. "I convinced her to give me the necklace earlier."
"You have it? And you didn't tell us?" Stiles turns wildly towards me raising his voice slightly.
"I don't have it yet, she said she'd bring it tomorrow." I shrug before narrowing my eyes at him. "And besides, I tried to tell you earlier but you two," I point between the two of them, "were ignoring me."
"We were preoccupied with the Jackson revelation." Stiles says in an apologetic tone.
"Speaking of Jackson….." Scott turns to Stiles hiding his face behind his hand. "He's staring at us guys." I look over my shoulder to where Jackson, Lydia, and Allison are sitting. "Act normal!" Scott smacks my hand lightly causing me to turn back to him. Stiles slides down in his seat a little trying way to hard to look like he wasn't aware. I peeked back over my shoulder to see Jackson biting into an apple his eyes never leaving Scott.
"Okay that's creepy." I point over my shoulder with a whisper and a shudder. Scott winces and tries to shake it off and Jackson's eyebrows quirk slightly. I crinkle my nose at his creepiness and turn back to the boys to see Scott's face all scrunched up. "Oh yeah, that doesn't look suspicious at all Scott. Way to be normal." Scott shoots me a glare and I just smirk in return. Scott's face drops quickly and he tilts his head up like he's listening to something.
"What's wrong?" Stiles asks noticing Scott's movements as well.
"Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him." Stiles' jaw drops as he looks over at Jackson. "Look at me." Scott taps him on the arm frantically. "Just talk to me. Act normal."
"You know normal is easier when there isn't any pressure, right?" I sigh placing my head in my hands.
"Just pretend that nothing's happening." Scott says knocking my hand and forcing me to look at him. He looks at me trying to shake off whatever Jackson had said. "Say something. Talk to me!"
Stiles waves his hands around wildly looking at me for help. "I can't think of anything. My mind's a complete blank."
"Your mind's blank?" Scott sighs exasperated. "You can't think of something to say?"
"Not under this kind of pressure." Stiles squeaks out looking back to me.
"Nice going Scott. You broke Stiles." Scott shoots me a glare before gesturing at me.
"And what about you? You got anything?" I open my mouth a few times trying to come up with a topic before snapping my jaw shut and shaking my head with a frown.
"Just so you two know, he's not even sitting with them anymore." Stiles points past my head in the direction of the table.
"What?" I whirl around placing one hand on the back of my seat to steady myself.
"Where the hell is he?" Scott asks looking around the cafeteria frantically. Stiles and I draw our eyes back to Scott as he stiffens minutely.
"Uhhh, Scott?" I ask worriedly as Scott clenches his fist around his water bottle. The tension in the air intensified as Scott got angrier. "Stiles do something." I mutter across the table.
"Scott, come on, you can't let him do this. You can't let him have this kind of power over you. Okay?" Stiles tries speaking calmly but it doesn't seem to have any effect as Scott grips his tray tightly. Stiles looks over at me and holds his hands up in an 'i-don't-know' fashion. I shake my head and then jump as Scott breaks his tray in half. Stiles stares wide-eyed at the damage as I reach over and rest a hand over Scott's slowly prying them from the tray. Everyone in the cafeteria turns to stare at us as the noise from the tray echoes through the room.
"Come on. We are getting out of here." I push up off the table and grab my bag off the floor. Shooting a glance over at Allison I give her a weak smile before heading around the table to Scott's side. "Up." I place my hands on his shoulders and pull him lightly from his seat his hands still gripping the pieces of the shattered tray. "No… no, no, no. The tray stays here. You've done enough damage to it." Scott's gaze flickers over to me and he huffs out a breath angrily. I motion for him to start walking and then look at Stiles sadly. "Nothing is ever easy with you two. Come on." I step out of the way so he can get up, waiting when he leans over and grabs the last of the chicken strips on our trays. "Really?" I sigh push him lightly towards the door throwing one last glance over at Allison's table to see Jackson reclaiming his seat a smug smile on his face.
Entering the hallway I see Scott panting trying to calm down. Stiles leans against the wall beside him waiting patiently.
"You gonna be okay Scott?" I ask quietly letting the door fall shut behind me. Scott nods before taking a deep shuddering breath and looking at me and Stiles.
"Sorry.' He whispers leaning against the wall and sliding down until he's seated.
"I think the only one you need to apologize to right now is that tray." I wave a hand at the door behind me. "What did it ever do to you anyway?" I grin down at him before crouching so we are eye level. Scott scoffs lightly letting a weak smile form on his face.
"So what do we do about Jackson?" Stiles pipes up making me and Scott look up at him.
"I don't know." Scott shrugs with a sigh letting his head fall back down so he's staring at his lap.
"Okay let's just focus on one problem at a time." I settle back on my heels rubbing my face lightly. "Yes… Jackson is a douche but he is very low on the list of 'douches we need to be concerned about'." I rise to my feet adjusting my bag on my shoulder. "For now just worry about the Alpha… and possibly Derek. I still don't trust him. I will talk to Allison and try to convince her to avoid Jackson." The bell rings shrilly through the hall. Scott raises his head up and nods at me, and I glance over at Stiles to see him nodding in agreement too. "Great!" I smack my hands together and turn around facing the direction of study hall. "Now I'm going to go do homework in study hall like a normal student. See you later."
The bell signalling the end of the day sounds I pack up all my finished homework with a grin before slinging my bag over my shoulder and head out into the hallway. A little ways down the hallway I see Lydia march up to Jackson and whisper at him harshly pointing at her phone. Curiousity pulled me closer and I leaned against a wall nearby pulling out my phone to hide my eavesdropping.
"Are you breaking up with me?" Lydia whispers sadness leaking into her voice.
"Dumping, actually. I'm dumping you." Jackson answers straight-forward causing my jaw to drop. Whoa….. I glance around at everyone walking by as Jackson chuckles and turns away from Lydia. Her hand reaches out quickly stopping him in his tracks.
"Dumped by the co-captain of the lacrosse team." Lydia puts as much emphasis as she can on the 'co' part. "I wonder how many minutes it'll take me to get over that." Jackson smirks at her with a light shrug before blowing a sarcastic kiss her way and heading off down the hallway brushing past me. "Wait, seconds, actually. Seconds!" Lydia yells after him as I slide my phone into my bag slowly. She looks around the hallway with her fists clenched and I step closer to her.
"Hey Lydia…. You okay?" I ease up next to her and she looks at me a little wide-eyed before huffing and storming off down the hall. "Okay. Nice talking to you too!" I lift a hand at her retreating back with a grimace as my phone goes off in my bag. Pulling it out I answer without looking to see who it is.
"Hello." I sigh into the phone heading towards the parking lot.
"Hey, I'm heading to my place to do some research are you coming with?" Stiles asks quickly as I push open the doors leading to the parking lot.
"Yeah, I guess." I shrug digging in my bag for my car keys.
"Okay, see you there." Stiles hangs up the phone as soon as the last word is out. With a shake of my head I put my phone back in my bag and slide into my car tossing my bag into the back seat.
I pull up in front of the Stilinski residence and see Stiles waiting impatiently for me at the front door. After quickly pulling my keys out I jog up the walkway to where Stiles is.
"Come on." He motions for me to follow him and shoves the front door open and runs up the stairs to his room. I follow after I close the front door and quickly ascend the stairs. Stiles tosses his backpack to the floor and slides into his computer chair in one swift motion. I step into the room and shriek when I see Derek hiding behind the open bedroom door.
"Stiles!" Sheriff Stilinski calls up the stairs when he hears it and Stiles whirls around in his chair to see what caused my surprise. Derek motions for me to be quiet and points in the direction of the stairs urgently. I glare at Derek as Stiles races past me into the hallway to intercept his dad.
"What are you doing here?" I hiss moving to the side so Stiles can pull his door closed and keep Derek hidden.
"What happened?" I can hear the sheriff ask Stiles through the door.
"Huh? Oh that was nothing." I point at Derek and mouth 'Stay' before opening the door a little.
"That didn't sound like nothing. What is going on?" The sheriff's voice was laced with annoyance. I push Stiles forward slightly causing him to stumble and slide out the door into the hallway.
"Sorry. I tripped over his bag because I wasn't paying attention." I chuckle nervously reaching behind me and pulling to door closed a little more. "Didn't mean to worry you sheriff."
"Are you sure everything's okay?" The sheriff eyes me suspiciously and I nod, before he sighs and looks over at Stiles. "Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game."
Stiles shoots a incredulous look over at me before smiling at his dad. "My first game. Gosh, great. Awesome." I reach over and smack his arm lightly to get him to stop talking. "Uh, good." The two of them stand there awkwardly smiling at each other and I choose that moment to push back into Stiles' bedroom.
Derek steps in front of me with a glare. "Not a word." I point at him threateningly before sidestepping him and heading over to the computer on the desk. Derek growls lowly and I shoot him a look before turning back to the desk. There is a thud on the door a minute later and Stiles falls backward into the room before closing the door. Before Stiles can say anything Derek slams him up against the door.
"Oh!" Stiles exclaims at the wolf holding him in place.
"If you say one word…." Derek whispers lowly as I jump out of the computer chair.
"Oh, what, you mean, like, 'Hey, Dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun'?" Stiles responds sarcastically.
"Alright, how about we just chill?" I put a hand on Derek's arm and try to push him away lightly but he doesn't budge. He turns his head towards me and quirks an eyebrow in amusement and his shoulders relax slightly, however he doesn't let Stiles go.
"If I'm harbouring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy." Stiles whispers trying to sound tough while smacking Derek's shoulder.
"You are not helping Stiles." I mutter pushing my way between the two of them. "How about we just take a step back and talk about this." I shoo Derek back cautiously, and he nods before releasing Stiles' shirt and stepping back. "Okay good." I turn to Stiles and point at the desk. "What were you about to do before your dad came up?"
Stiles walks around me as far away from Derek as he can and slides back into the computer chair.
"Did you get the necklace?" Derek asks from behind me.
"No. Percy's on it though." Stiles points at me, and I turn so I can look at Derek before nodding.
"Tomorrow." I lean back against the desk explaining.
"In the mean time we can try something else." Stiles offers up. "The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there. You remember?" I nod as Derek takes a few steps forward.
"So?" He asks coming to a stop right in front of me.
"So it wasn't Scott." Stiles answers back harshly earning a look from me.
"Scott was with us the entire time and you smashed his phone." I explain further.
"Well, can you find out who sent it?" Derek asks gesturing at Stiles.
"No, not me. But I think we know somebody who can." Stiles answers pointing between the two of us. Derek raises his eyebrows at me and I shake my head in response as Stiles picks up his phone to make a call. "Heee-eey Danny. It's Stiles." I push up off the desk and walk over to the slightly rumpled bed before falling backwards on it. "I was wondering if you could come over and help me with some lab work…. Awesome! See you."
Stiles tosses his phone onto the desk before spinning his chair to look at me. "He will be here in a bit." I hold up my hand giving him a thumbs up.
About 15 minutes later there was a knock at the door and I head down to let Danny in. "Hey." I smile at Danny opening the door wide enough for him to enter. "Stiles is upstairs." I point at the stairs before heading towards the kitchen. "Do you want anything?" I ask him as he starts up the stairs. He answers with a shake of his head before bounding up the last few stairs. After grabbing a drink for me and Stiles I head back up to the room.
"You want me to do what?" Danny asks as I walk through the door, while Derek stares at the open book in his lap.
"Trace a text." Stiles nods his thanks to me as I place his drink on the desk.
"I came here to do lab work. That is why you called me." Danny says slowly and I scoff before sitting on the edge of the bed.
Stiles runs a hand over his head sighing. "And we will, once you trace the text."
"And what makes you think I know how?" Danny looks over at me.
"I-…." Stiles looks at me too for help.
"He looked up your arrest report." I answer with a sigh causing Danny's jaw to drop and him to stammer.
"I…. I was 13. They dropped the charges." Danny collapses into the chair behind him with a huff.
"We know." I smile over at him. "But still…."
"No, we're doing lab work." Danny says forcefully reaching into his bag for his chemistry book. He pauses and looks at Stiles, "Why did you call me? I know that Percy doesn't need help with lab work, she could probably teach you."
"He gets distracted to easily and it grinds my nerves sometimes." I answer with a shrug. Stiles looks over at me offended but doesn't say anything else. Danny seems to accept this answer as he continues pulling things out of his bag. I fall back on the bed before rolling over onto my stomach and poke at the book Derek is pretending to read. "What are you reading?" I whisper trying to lift the front of the book to read the title. Derek doesn't lift his head but he does glare at me with his brow furrowed.
"Who's he again?" Danny jerks a thumb over his shoulder in Derek's direction.
Stiles looks over his shoulder at Derek, "Ummm, my cousin…. Miguel." At the look that Derek shoots Stiles I bury my face into the bedspread trying to stifle a laugh.
"Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny asks and Stiles wheels around to look again. I raise my head cautiously worried that a laugh might bubble to the surface and look at Derek's shirt. 'Really?' I mouth to him seeing the blood staining the abdomen of his shirt.
"Yeah. Yes." Stiles nods vehemently. "Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds." He knocks on the desk a few times nervously and I roll back into a sitting position. "Hey, Miguel." Stiles raises his voice a little even though it's not necessary. Derek raises his head slowly from the page he had been staring at to scowl at Stiles. "I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts." Stiles nods his head towards his dresser in the corner. Derek slams the book closed and rises slowly from his seat anger radiating off of him. "Perc?" I turn my head to look over at Stiles and he nods at his dresser silently asking me to help.
With a nod I stand up from the bed. "Yeah, come on….. Miguel." I quickly slide away from Derek at the hostile look he gave me. "Let's find you a shirt." Derek throws the book angrily onto the bed then proceeds to take off his shirt. I pull open the top drawer of the dresser with a smirk upon seeing Danny watching Derek's every move. "You could have waited until we found you a shirt to take yours off…." I whisper pulling out the top most shirt in the drawer. "Not that I'm complaining about the results." I toss the shirt at him and he holds it up to his chest. I drop my head down to the dresser as giggles consume me.
"Stiles?" Derek asks his mouth pressed into an unamused frown.
"Yes?" Stiles turns his chair around annoyed.
"This…" Derek shakes the shirt in front of him violently. "No fit."
"Then try something else on." Stiles voice drops to a loud whisper. "Percy you okay?"
"Yeah…. Yep. I'm good." I stand up straight again and start digging through the shirts in the drawer. Pulling out a orange and blue striped shirt I pass it over to Derek who grimaces at me.
"Hey…" Stiles voice raises up again and floats across the room. "That one looks pretty good, huh?" I turn and look at Stiles like he is insane as he lightly taps Danny's arm and motions at Derek. "What do you think, Danny?"
"Huh?" Danny's face falls as he tries to turn back to the papers in front of Stiles. 'What are you doing?' I mouth over to Stiles when Danny isn't looking.
"The shirt." Stiles points at Derek who is breathing heavily in anger.
Danny sighs before turning back to look at him. "It's…. It's not really his color." Derek turns back to the dresser as he whips the offending shirt off. He reaches into the drawers again and holds up a bunch of different shirts.
"Stiles!" He turns around quickly causing the shirts to sway in his hands. "None of these fit." Stiles doesn't say anything but looks expectantly over at Danny.
"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text." Danny pulls the computer closer to him and gets to work as Stiles turns to me his arms raised in victory. Derek slams his hand on top of the dresser looking like he was about to punch something.
"Easy wolfy." I whisper so Danny can't hear. "I have an idea." I walk over to Stiles and crouch down beside him. "Why don't you go grab one of your dad's shirts for De…." I stop myself short realizing I was about to say Derek. "For Miguel. I'll give Danny the information he needs." Stiles nods and vacates his computer chair which I slide into as soon as I can and lean forward answering the questions that Danny asks. While waiting for something to load Danny looks over at me.
"What is going on with you and Stiles?" He asks me as I leaned the chair I was in back.
"Nothing." I straighten up and look at him solemnly. "We are just friends."
"Yeah. Sure." Danny nods right as Stiles comes back into the room tossing a grey shirt over to Derek. Stiles comes back over to Danny and me and I go to get up so he can sit back down. Once he's seated he pulls on my wrist until I'm sitting in his lap and I just give him an incredulous look that he doesn't even pay attention to. 'Just friends.' Danny says silently nodding at the two of us with a smirk, causing me to blush.
"There." Danny says pointing at the screen when it finishes thinking. Stiles leans forward over my shoulder to get a good look at the results. "This text was sent from a computer. This one." Danny moves the mouse to highlight the area we needed to look at. Derek comes over and braces a hand on the desk next to the computer pushing Stiles closer to me.
"Registered to that account name?" Derek looks up at Danny briefly asking.
"No, no, no, no. That can't be right." Stiles responds and I bring my gaze to the name in question. MELISSA MCCALL.
"Isn't that…?" I look up at Stiles and he nods in response. "Are you sure that's right?" I turn slightly on Stiles' lap to look at Danny.
"Yeah. The text came from that computer and that account." Danny nods leaning back in his chair.
"Well thanks Danny. It was nice of you to come by and help us out." Stiles says pushing me up lightly so he can stand and patting Danny on the shoulder. "I'll lead you out."
"We haven't done any lab work." Danny squints at Stiles confused.
"Percy can help me." Stiles throws over his shoulder walking into the hall. I shake my head and look at Danny apologetically before passing him his bag.
Derek waits until Danny is out of earshot before turning to me. "We need that necklace….. now."
"I already asked Allison, she said she would bring it tomorrow. Besides…. The lacrosse game is soon." I wave him off standing up when I hear the front door close.
"Tomorrow isn't soon enough." Derek partially roars as Stiles re-enters the room.
"What do you want me to do?" I throw my hands up asking.
"Go get it now." Derek growls and Stiles steps between the two of us pushing me behind him slightly.
"Take it easy." Stiles holds his hands up palms facing Derek.
"You aren't getting anything with that attitude." I mutter glaring over Stiles' shoulder.
"Percy, do you think she would give the necklace to you tonight if you asked?" Stiles looks at me continuously glancing over at Derek.
"Possibly. But we don't have time…." I point at the clock next to his bed. "The game starts soon."
"Can you go get the necklace? We…." Stiles points between himself and Derek, "Will head to the game. Meet us there?"
"Fine." I huff while nodding before pointing at Derek. "But I'm not doing it for him."
"Understood." Stiles leads me to the door by the shoulders and waves as I hop into my car before driving to Allison's house.
I knock on the Argent's front door and bounce on my the balls of my feet checking the time for the hundredth time since I pulled away from Stiles' house. With silent grace the door in front of me swung open and revealed Allison in running gear.
"Hey." She looked at me surprised but stepped aside so I could come in.
"Hey…. Sorry for stopping by without letting you know first." I enter the foyer and look wave at Mr. Argent whose standing in the other room.
"No worries. You want to come up?" Allison points up the stairs she was about to ascend.
"Yeah sure." I nod and follow her up to her room. Once inside she grabs a few articles of clothing and heads to the bathroom closing the door behind her. "So, I'm sorry to ask this but I was wondering if I could get the necklace off you tonight?" I lean against the wall next to the bathroom door.
"Huh? Oh… sure." The door swings open and Allison smiles at me before heading to her desk. "I would have probably forgotten it had you not reminded me. Thought you didn't need it until tomorrow though."
"Yeah, I thought so too. But the drama club wants to do a run through tonight and they keep asking me for it. I hope you don't mind." I shrug at her apologetically and she chuckles shaking her head.
"It's really no problem. Just don't tell Kate that I let you borrow it." Allison opens one of the books on her desk and pulls the necklace out handing it over to me. "It's a family heirloom and I'd hate to see how she reacted."
I mime zipping my mouth shut. "My lips are sealed. And you are a life saver."
"Are you going to the game?" Allison asks pulling a beanie onto her head.
"Yeah." I hold the necklace up. "I just have to drop this off first. I'll see you there?"
"Sounds good." Allison hugs me lightly and then I quickly head out to my car running into someone in the front yard. "Geez. I'm sorry. I didn't se-….. Scott?" I steady myself and gesture at him with my free hand. "What are you doing here?"
"Well…. I was going to steal the necklace then I saw your car." Scott points at the Beetle behind me.
"You know…. If you want to get back on Allison's good side. Sneaking around her house to steal something of hers….. probably not the way to go." I sigh and look at my watch. "Now you are going to be late for the game." I pass the necklace to him. "Get in I'll give you a ride. And send a picture of the necklace to Stiles so that he knows I got it."
"Okay." Scott opens the passenger side door. "Wait my bike." Scott points at the bike laying in the bushes off the path.
"Can you fit it in the back?" I pop the trunk of my car asking.
"I'll try." Scott lifts his bike easily and manuvers it around a bit until it slides in enough for the trunk to close. I hop in the driver's seat and wait for him to take his seat before peeling out of the driveway and heading towards the school.
On the way to school I called Stiles and Derek. After a somewhat unfruitful conversation I agreed to meet the two of them at the hospital after dropping Scott off. Twenty minutes later I pulled up behind the blue Jeep in front of the hospital and hopped out of my car before heading up and knocking on the driver's side window. Stiles rolls down the window and nods a hello while holding his phone up to his ear.
"Who is he talking to?" I ask Derek pointing at Stiles' phone.
"Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him…. Tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay?" Stiles slams his hand against the steering wheel. "All right, thanks." Stiles hangs up and lets his head fall back against the headrest.
"You're not gonna make it." Derek says watching Stiles.
"Has he been this helpful the entire time since I left?" I ask Stiles eliciting a weak smile out of him.
"I know." He leans forward with a sigh.
"And you didn't tell him about his mom, either." Derek points out.
"Not till we find out the truth." Stiles sighs looking at the hospital sign a little ways in front of the Jeep.
"By the way, one more thing." Derek says turning to look at Stiles.
"Yeah." Stiles nods just as Derek slams his head into the steering wheel. "Oh, God!"
"Oh my god." I reach through the open window as Stiles rubs his forehead. "What the hell?" I push Stiles' hand out of the way to see how bad the damage was.
"You know what that was for. Go." Derek points at Stiles then at the hospital. "GO!"
"You are an ass." I step back from the door so Stiles can climb out of the car and place a hand on his arm as he stumbles. Stiles slams the door behind him and I walk beside him up to the doors of the hospital as he continues to rub his forehead. "Just think…. You could be at the lacrosse game being tackled instead of hanging here with 'Mr. Anger Issues' and me." I look down at my watch. "You still have a chance to make it if you leave me here with Derek." Stiles shoots me a 'not-going-to-happen' look before stepping through the doors. "At least I offered." I shrug and follow him down the hall.
We walk the entire nurses station and a good portion of the first floor before Stiles pulls out his phone and calls Derek.
"We can't find her." Stiles says as soon as the call connects, tapping me on the arm and pointing for me to go down a hall on our left. "Yeah, I said we can't find her." Stiles leads me to a room near the end of the hall and stops me and leads me into the room. "Yeah, well, he's not here either." Stiles shrugs at me before sighing into the phone. "He's not here. He's gone, Derek." He listens carefully before looking up at me his eyes wide. He grabs my hand and slowly backs out of the room pulling me with him as he lowers his phone. We both come to a stop as we see a severly burned man standing a few feet away. I grasp Stiles sleeve, and he moves me slightly behind him.
"You must be Stiles." The man says calmly. Stiles pushes me back down the hallway quickly and I squeak when I run into a nurse.
"What are you doing here?" She stares down at me and I scamper back colliding with Stiles. "Visiting hours are over."
"Really? Huh…." I pull weakly on Stiles' sleeve my voice cracking, "Did you know that? We will just go then."
"You…." Stiles points at the nurse then turns to the guy behind us, "And him… You're the one who…." Stiles blinks as he catches up with his thought process. "Oh, my…. And he's…."
"Stiles…. Spit it out already." I hiss keeping my eyes on the creepy nurse.
"Oh, my God. We're gonna die." Stiles whines out and I whip my head around to look at him.
"What the hell do you mean by 'We're gonna die'?" I shout at him as the man smiles wickedly at us.
"Alpha." Stiles whispers pointing at the guy. My grip on his sleeve loosens as I feel like all the air had been knocked out of me. Then all of a sudden the nurse goes down, thanks to a well coordinated blow to the nose by Derek.
"That's not nice." The alpha says his voice never wavering. "She's my nurse." He jerks his head at the lady lying on the floor.
"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people." Derek responds harshly before jerking his head at us. "Get out of the way."
I grab Stiles arm again in a death grip and pull him backwards before tripping over something and toppling to the floor. "Don't have to ask me twice."
"You think I killed Laura on purpose?" The man stalks towards Derek asking. "One of my own family?" Derek crouches down and roars at the man his eyes glowing blue as he jumps off the wall at the man. The guy just grabs Derek and slams him against the wall right next to my head.
"Jeeee…" I raise my arm to protect my head and Stiles pulls me back by my jacket, sliding me across the floor closer to him. He pushes me ahead of him as he scrambles across the floor away from the warring werewolves. "I seriously dislike you right now." I groan out as I slide around the corner into the nurses' station. Stiles stops next to me with a shake of his head before we both lean out and watch the alpha drag Derek down the hall by the neck. Releasing his neck the alpha crouches next to his fallen nurse and pulls a key ring from her pocket as Derek pushes himself up off the floor.
"You want forgiveness?" Derek asks menacingly right before solidly slamming his fist into the older man's jaw. After blocking the next two attacks the alpha headbutts Derek forcing him to stumble backwards.
"I want understanding." He advances on Derek again and then kicks him down the hallway. "Do you have any idea what it was like for me during those years?"
"Come on Derek get up." I grab the wall of the nurses' station and look down the hall to where Derek was lying.
"Percy…" Stiles grabs my jacket and pulls me back into the station fully.
"Slowly healing, cell by cell. Even more slowly coming back to consciousness." The alpha waltzes up to the opening to the station and Stiles pushes me out the other side before skidding around the corner on his knees. "Yes becoming an alpha," Stiles goes to move further but flails when he sees the alpha has already made it to our side of the station and slams back into me. "Taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that." I help Stiles straighten out and watch in horror as the alpha reaches Derek, who stands up swinging, missing everytime until his uncle grasps his hand and squeezes, the sound of bones breaking reaching me, while bringing Derek to his knees. I cower back and cling to Stiles. "I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you." The alpha grabs Derek and tosses him through the glass of the nurses' station, making Stiles drape over me to shield me from the flying glass. I squirm and turn around to see Derek crawling across the floor to the back of the station, and just as I try to move forward and help the alpha turns the corner and I jump back towards Stiles.
"He is losing." I hiss at Stiles shakily.
"I know…." Stiles hangs his head and rubs his head looking around the corner as the alpha stalks towards Derek.
"I can't believe I'm saying this," I shake my head, "but we have to help him." Stiles looks at me like I'd just announced that I had a death wish, which let's face it I pretty much had just done.
"Are you insane?" Stiles grabs my shoulders and turns me towards him shaking me lightly.
"Isn't that why you're my friend?" I try to smile but it breaks midway and Stiles mutters, "No it's not." I wiggle out of his grasp and head in the direction the two wolves had gone. Stiles flails around a little in frustration before following me. I move forward to look around the corner and Stiles stops me.
"I'll go first." He keeps a hand on my arm as he rounds the door and I peek over his shoulder trying to see what's happening. Stiles stops short right inside the door and looks around worriedly before turning to me. "They're gone."