The next day bothered Sam. Who would've shot Derek? How did Scott know?
Why didn't he say anything before?
She didn't want to pester Derek with any more questions, but something needed to happen. If he got shot without knowing who shot him, who knows what could happen to Scott?
Only way to get answers is straight from the source. Hearing her phone vibrate, she looks at the notification that Stiles had texted her. Her eyes widened at the text Stiles sent, describing that Lydia and Jackson might've seen something.
A store clerk was attacked by the alpha, apparently.
That's no good.
She asked him if he's seen Scott and he replies quickly, informing her that he and Derek are scoping a place out. Werewolf training...
Tomorrow then. "Sam! C'mere!", she heard her mom call from downstairs.
She sighed, getting up and walking downstairs. Meeting her in the kitchen, Sam's mother turned to her, her focus on her phone. "When were you gonna tell me there was a parent teacher conference?" Oh… that. Sam rubbed behind her neck.
"I had other things on my mind." Not exactly a lie. Sam's mom frowned at that. "We're going tomorrow. Be ready at 5. We'll be there a little after.", she said, before leaving the girl alone.
After everything that's been happening, she hadn't had time to think about school. Derek was right. Things were gonna change from now on. The morning after, she tried tracking time with what she was gonna do.
Just go talk to Derek and be back before 5. Simple.
After getting ready to see Derek, she drove up to the tree line that led to the Hale house. Parking, she walked up to the abandoned house and knocked on the door.
Derek's sweaty scowl met her at the door. "What the hell do you want?", he gruffed. Sam frowned and pushed into his house, much to Derek's bewilderment.
"Uh, a hello and "thanks for saving my life" would suffice.", she said.
He closed the door. "What do you want.", he repeated.
Sam looked around and then at him. "I want answers. I was trying to be considerate before, but we can't risk something like what happened the other day to happen again."
He raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me? We?" He brushed past her and started to work out, performing pull ups on a door frame. "What do we have to talk about?", he grunted.
"I don't know, Derek. How about, do you have any ideas of who shot you? Or how can we avoid that? Or how about calling to tell me about the Alpha attacking that video store clerk, if you already knew about that.", she listed.
Derek dropped down from the door frame and held an irritated glare. "One, I don't have your phone number, if we're getting technical and two, I don't tell you anything because you have no business in this. Both you and Stiles, actually. This isn't some teamwork project.", Derek barked before turning away from her again. "Whatever you think you want to know, trust me, you don't. It's best you forget everything that happened."
Sam gaped at him. "Forget everything? How the hell am I supposed to just forget that my best friend is a werewolf, Derek?"
He whipped his head to her. "Pretend! Mind your business! It doesn't involve you!"
She took a step towards him. "It absolutely involves me! If you forgot, I almost got killed by those hunters-"
"All the more reason for you to mind your business, Sam!", he bellowed.
She crossed her arms, persisting. "It's hard to do that when you keep popping up in our lives. Which seems to be happening more often than you're trying to prevent.", she sneers. She stepped closer. "Whatever you think is going to happen, won't. Not unless you get rid of this lone wolf attitude and actually bother to put some effort into helping."
He glares at her as she continues. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm worried about Scott and what the hell he could do, and you're the only person I can turn to!", she yelled, jabbing a finger into his chest.
"This doesn't concern you. You're human. He's not. What if he turns on you, then what?", he growled. "Well, that'll be on you, won't it?", she says, making his face contort in irritation.
"Look here-" Suddenly, Derek snapped his head to look at the front door.
"What?", she asked, and he held a finger up to her. Before she could say anything, he turned to her. "Hide," he growled. "For what? What's out there?", she asked.
Him being impatient with her questions, he threw her over his shoulder, and booked it up the stairs. When he lowered her, he held her against a wall, keeping a finger to his lips. "Hunters.", he mouthed, pointing at the direction of the door. They jumped at the sound of the door being kicked in.
Sam looked at him with widened eyes and he shook his head, furiously. They heard the sounds of their heavy boots as they walked along the old, charred wood of the floor downstairs, searching for Derek.
"No one home?", a male voice sounded. "Oh, he's just not feeling particularly hospitable.", a female voice responded. Sam looked at Derek in confusion as his face contorted in shock and slight anger.
"Maybe he's out burying a bone in the back yard", the previous voice joked. "Really? A dog joke?", the female mused. "We're going there and that's the best you got? If you wanna provoke him, say something like, too bad your sister 'bit it' before she had her first litter."
Sam's eyebrows furrowed as she tried to crane her neck to get a look at the bitch.
Derek shook his head at her again, struggling to keep himself under control. The more the woman droned on, the more Derek got more and more angry. His eyes flickered blue as he struggled with control.
"Too bad she howled like a bitch, WHEN WE CUT HER IN HALF!" He let out a loud snarl that made Sam cover her ears as he launched himself downstairs. Derek slammed a hunter into the wall before leaping over the banister to take out another.
He growled and snarled all until Sam could hear zapping and weakened growls. What the hell? Was Derek ok?
"Wow, this one grew up in all the right places.", she heard the female hunter say seductively. "I don't know whether to kill it or lick it." Sam frowned in disgust, conflicted as to what she should do. She pulled out her phone, considering texting Scott but if Derek's down, there's no way Scott could do anything.
She put her phone on silent before putting it away. She heard the unsettling zapping noise again and Derek crashing to the floor once more. The woman laughed. "Oh, 900,000 volts. You never were good with electricity, were you? Or fire." She laughed again.
"Which is why I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. And, well, maybe we can help each other out. Yes, your sister was severed into pieces and used as bait to try and catch you. Unpleasant, and frankly, a little too Texas Chainsaw Massacre for my taste." Sam silently fumed as the woman put Derek down for her own amusement.
"Now, here's the part that might really kick you in your balls. We didn't kill her.", she paused as if waiting for Derek to respond. "You think I'm lying?"
"Wouldn't be the first time", Sam heard Derek growl out. "Aw, Sweetie," She zapped him again, causing him to groan.
Sam huffed again, in frustration, apparently too loud. The house got silent until the woman spoke up once more. "Did you have other guests Derek? How rude of you not to invite them down..." Sam heard the woman walk closer to the stairs. "Why don't you come down and join the party... I don't wanna have to come up there to get you!"
Sam stood in silence, staying out of sight. She could hear Derek's groan. "No one's here…" The woman didn't seem to believe him. "It's fine with me if you don't come down..."
She heard her footsteps fading away from the stairs and a loud zapping noise, followed by a loud yell. Sam practically threw herself downstairs to stop her. Stupid move, but it was better than listening to her torture him.
Her eyes caught the sight of the female hunter. Blonde, a little taller than her, definitely older than both of them. Sam looked at Derek who was lying on the dusty floor, leaning against the wall. "Well. What do we have here? Another beta?", she asked, proceeding to circle Sam. Beta?
"Sh-she's nobody", Derek stuttered and gasped out as his body still shook with aftershocks of the tazing. "She doesn't seem like nobody.", she says, with a maniacal grin.
"Who are you, sweetheart?", she asked, pinching at Sam's cheek. "Seems a bit young for you Derek, I thought you only liked older women." The girl glared at her. "Who I am isn't any of your damn business. You're trespassing."
"Trespassing, hm…?" She poked Sam with the electric baton. "What're you, the police?", she mused. Sam rolled her eyes. "G-Get out of here…", she heard Derek warn, weakly. The woman ignored him. "So, what business do you have with Derek?"
"We're friends.", Sam says, courageously. It wasn't a complete lie. At least, she thought so... The woman's eyes flickered shortly in surprise before holding amusement. "Friends, huh? So that means you know what he is? Unless he hasn't told you?" Sam feigned confusion. "What he is?"
The woman frowned, rolling her eyes. It seems to have convinced her. For now. "Sit down, right next to him. I have more to say, and I don't trust you."
Sam quickly made it over to Derek, helping him sit up. He looked at her, helplessly and with a hint of shame. "Now, where were we? Oh right, you thought I was lying...about killing your sister, isn't that right?", the woman asks before smiling at him.
"Why don't you just listen to my heart and tell me if I am. Okay?", she said, firmly and stalking closer to Derek. "We. Didn't. Kill. Your. Sister. Do you hear that? There's no blips or upticks. Just the steady beat of the cold, hard truth. Found bite marks on your sister's body, Derek. What do you think of that? A mountain lion? Why aren't we helping each other out? You might as well admit what you've been guessing all along, which is - The Alpha killed your sister. And all you have to do is tell us who he is, and we'll take care of it for you.", she says and shrugs. "Problem solved, everybody goes home."
Derek looks at her with a solemn look which makes her smirk. "You don't know who he is either. Wow. Guess who just became totally useless?", she sneers, rolling her eyes before turning away.
Sam glared at her, standing up. It didn't matter if they didn't kill Derek's sister, but he was still heartbroken over it. Derek's eyes widened when he saw the girl stand up while the woman wasn't looking. She was gonna get herself killed.
He reached for Sam's ankle, but the girl quickly moved, rushing at the woman and slammed her fist into her face, stunning the woman for a moment. He hurriedly threw Sam over his shoulder and rushed out once he saw the woman grip her gun.
Sam ducked the best she could over Derek's shoulder as he ducked and dodged oncoming bullets. Once they got quite a distance away Derek stopped and set her down on her feet again.
He cautiously looked back at his house. "That fucking bitch. Who the hell is she!?", Sam fumed, also looking back at the house in the distance. "This is exactly what I was talking about!", he yelled, before lowering his voice as he looked around. "You aren't safe. She saw your face and now you definitely have a damn target on your back." He huffed, roughly running his fingers through his hair as he paced. He wasn't trying to go through this again.
This is why he tried pushing her away and now she was gonna get killed. It wouldn't take long for the Argents to start their maniacal torturing. Human or not, they didn't care. They proved that with his family. "She's a part of the Argents. Now that she's seen your face, she could easily ask Allison about you. There's nothing, not even the sheriff can do to protect you against them!"
Sam stood there quietly as he paced. "You done?", she asked.
He looked at her in disbelief. "Am I done?"
"Yes, are you done? As I said before, this already involved me. If something happens to Scott, me and Stiles are the first to be confronted about his "condition" and there's nothing you could do to stop it. I'm not trying to live out some fantasy here, Derek. Hell, I left fantasies to books, and now my best friend is a werewolf.", Sam says, tiredly.
She stepped up to him. "I'm in this whether you like it or not. Not because I want to, but because I can't stand here and be helpless while you guys are risking your necks by simply trying to live. It's not right." Derek looked taken aback at her determination. He looked away before harshly sighing.
"You're right. You're right. I'm… sorry.", he says, begrudgingly. Sam crossed her arms. "Can you at least trust me now? I almost got tazed."
That put somewhat of a smile on his face as he rolled his eyes. "Okay. Okay, I trust you."
Sam smiled, before turning away. "That's all I'm asking for. Now, c'mon, you can't go back there.", she says, walking away but stopping only after hearing her own footsteps. She turned around to see he's already gone. She lifted her arms in confusion. "The hell."
After getting home safely, she looked at the time.
4:45pm.
She was cutting it close.
She quickly ran into the house after parking in the driveway and got cleaned up. The less her mom knew about where she'd been, the better.
After 5, they pulled into the parking lot and Sam could see Stiles' jeep. Her eyes widened. She almost forgotten she thought Stiles got rid of it.
She quickly pulled her mom into a different entrance so she wouldn't see the Jeep.
"So, who're we going to first? How about we start from worse to better?", her mom suggested. Sam sighed harshly. "I can't stand either class."
They ran through every class anyways, leaving one at last. "Last one… Coach Finstock.", Sam said, rolling her eyes. He wasn't too bad; he was just childish.
Entering his office, he looked up and a proud look washed over his face. "Wilson! My star!"
Sam's mom smiled at the praise whilst Sam looked at him with an incredulous expression.
"Your daughter is a delight on the team: great kid.", he said, shaking her mom's hand.
Sam rolled my eyes at his ass kissing. "So, records. Fast learner, dependable, a little C's and D's here and there but other than that, she's good.", he says.
Seriously? That wasn't too bad. She had a feeling the "praise" would bite her in the ass later.
After leaving the office and finally exiting the school, Sam stretched. "I'm so glad that's over.", she whined. "I was kinda expecting the worst."
Her mom placed her hands on her hips. "How bad could you have done?" Sam grinned and shrugged. They jumped at the sudden shrill of a scream that ripped through the parking lot. With panic amuck, it was hard to see what was going on. The only thing they could make out of all the screaming was a roar.
My mom pulled her close. "Stay close to me, something's loose in the parking lot.", she said, looking around.
No way it could be the alpha. Would he really attack in front of hundreds of people?
Sam looked around to see Stiles' dad, who had fallen on the ground. She yanked herself out of her mom's grip and ran to help him up.
He looked at her in confusion. "What're you doing!? Get out of here!", he ordered before stopping to look at a dark four-legged figure stalking towards them.
It moved faster and Sam braced herself before hearing loud gunshots in her ears. She looked at Mr. Stillinski and saw he didn't even have a weapon but was looking at someone else.
It was an older man pointing a gun in the direction of the roaring beast who fled. "Thanks.", Mr. Stillinski said, as he helped Sam up.
Sam's mom ran up to her, scolding her daughter for leaving her like that. Suddenly Scott and Allison ran up to them as well.
"You guys okay?", he asked. Sam nodded. "Yeah. Must've been a cougar. Couldn't get a good look.", Sam said, pointedly at Scott. He nodded and she noticed Allison hugging the man from before.
Scott seemed to catch onto Sam's line of vision and introduced the man. "Sam, this is Allison's dad."
Sam's heart dropped to her stomach as the man nodded at her. "Nice to meet you."
Sam faked a smile and nodded. "Nice to meet you too."
Allison walked off with her father and Sam felt her palms sweat as she glared subtly at Scott. He didn't know that Sam had a confrontation with another Argent but now that's three Argents they'd have to worry about.
"What's wrong?", Scott asked, absentmindedly. Sam rolled her eyes and whispered in his ear. "We're talking about this later."
She walked off with her mom, ready to go home.
When she was finally alone in my room, she paced back and forth. That woman from earlier saw her face. And she knew Derek.
If the entire Argent family are hunters, minus Allison who seems to not know of this, then there's no way that woman didn't go and tell him. Now that he's seen her face and knows her name, anything could happen. In the midst of Sam's panicking, she jumped at the sound of something being thrown at her window.
She hesitated walking over to it. She looked around for a weapon and found an old bed slat that fell under her bed and walked over to her window. She peeked through the crack of her blinds and saw a familiar face standing outside.
Sam sighed heavily as she opened her window to fully see Derek. "Seriously?", she whispered-yelled.
He climbed up a nearby tree to enter her room through the window.
"What're you doing here?", she asked. He huffed as he situated himself. "Sorry for being concerned.", he said, rolling his eyes. "I heard your heart. It's going a mile a minute. What's going on?"
"We just came back from the conferences at school and then the whole thing in the parking lot with a cougar and Allison's dad was there-" He stopped her rambling. "Hold on, hold on. Allison's dad was there?", he asked with wide eyes.
Sam nodded. "Did he see you?", he asked. "He practically scanned me. He saved me and Mr. Stillinski from being mauled but it didn't help that Scott introduced us.", Sam said.
Derek's face contorted in anger. "I'm gonna fucking kill him."
"Hold on-"
"He's being too carefree. Especially around that Allison. All she has to do is bat her eyes and she'll get him to tell her everything.", he rambled.
Sam panicked more at that. Scott was hopelessly in love with Allison. And him being a werewolf just makes his infatuation with her even worse. He didn't see the dangers of this. It was ironic. Being in love with a hunter while you're a werewolf. It was almost laughable if they weren't in danger now.
Derek seemed to notice and put his hands on her shoulders. "Easy. Breathe."
She tried calming down with a few deep breaths before finally relaxing a bit. She looked up at Derek. "He can't be this stupid. I mean, he shot at us for Christ's sake!"
"Again, Scott is obsessed with this girl. Of course, he's not gonna think straight with her around and that's gonna be a big issue and a hindrance to all of this.", Derek said.
"Speaking of all of this, you can't really go back to your house now because of them, huh? Where are you staying?", Sam asked.
He shook his head. "I'm fine. They don't know about other places I've been staying at so everything's good."
For now.
Sam sighed in relief. At least one good thing has come out of all of this.
Derek shook his head. "Just relax. He may know what you look like, but he doesn't know where you live and we're not gonna jinx that. Starting with me leaving now."
As he starts climbing out of her window, she stops him. "Hey."
He looks at her attentively.
"Be safe. Please.", she says. He gives her a half smile. "Night, Sam." With that he jumps out of the window, and Sam watches as he disappears into the night.
The next morning, Scott called Sam to go grocery shopping with him and it was a struggle, considering he forgot the entire list of what he needed to get.
Luckily, she helped him retrace his memory and they finally got everything out. "You don't have to babysit me, y'know.", he grumbled.
"Hey, you asked me to come along. You can't get mad at me when you forgot the list.", Sam argued.
"I am capable of shopping unassisted; you know that right?", Scott said smartly as they entered the parking structure, heading back to the car after getting groceries.
"Says the guy who forgot the list. You're lucky I did come, otherwise your mom wouldn't have half the things she asked for.", she fussed, following behind him.
"I've just had a lot on my mind lately.", he said defensively.
"So, I see. Since this is the second level we have checked and still no car...", Sam shook her head.
"I'm sure I parked here.", he said, pulling the keys from his pocket and clicking the locking button.
Nothing.
He hit the clicker about 2 or 3 more times before the car horn beeped...
"Above us…", Sam grumbled, looking up.
Scott sighed and took half of the bags from her, only for the half gallon of milk he bought to roll out of the bag.
"No, no, no…" He went chasing after it, only for it to roll under a car.
"Great." She followed him to get it, chuckling along the way. Just as he was about to get on his hands and knees to get it, it suddenly came rolling back with four puncture marks running down the side.
He backed up rapidly, growls reverberated off the walls and they both started to panic.
"Holy shit…", she muttered before Scott grabbed her wrist in a vice grip and ran off with her. He seemed to have gotten faster even though they were both on the lacrosse team. She still seemed so out of shape compared to him.
When they finally stopped, they ducked down behind a car on the opposite side of the parking structure, Scott was trying to calm his breathing as well as Sam.
When Scott calmed down enough, he stood back up and began setting off car alarms all around them.
Smart.
He made it down both sides, letting off every car alarm he could.
They backed away enough to just hear the car alarms from all sides, which was dangerous and tactical.
Just as they thought they were okay, his phone decided to ring, and she looked at him in disbelief. "You have to be shitting me right now.", she squeaked.
Before he could even turn it off, he was tackled to the end of the row, on top of the hood of a car. Sam ducked and peeked up to get a good look at what it was… rather who it was.
"Derek?"
"And now because of that, you got both you and her killed.", she heard him fuss at Scott, finally releasing him.
He started to walk towards Sam and the girl glared at him. "What the hell was that for!? How is this gonna help him!?"
"I said I'd teach him, I never said when.", Derek countered, walking past her.
"Ok, but I was fast though, right?", Scott asked, running up beside Derek.
"Not fast enough.", Derek replied.
"But-but the car alarm thing, that was smart, right?", Scott panted, trying to catch up to Derek.
"Until your phone rang.", Derek said, dismissively.
"Yeah, but that was - I mean - Would you just stop? Please?", Scott exclaimed, causing Derek to slow down and finally stop, turning around to face Scott.
"What happened the other night, Stiles' dad getting hurt, that was my fault. I should have been there to do something. I need you to teach me how to control this.", Scott pleaded.
"Look, I am what I am because of birth. You were bitten. Teaching someone who was bitten takes time. I don't even know if I can teach you.", Derek said.
"What do I have to do?", Scott asked.
"You have to get rid of distractions. You see this? This is why I caught you. You want me to teach you, get rid of her.", Derek held up Scott's phone for him to see 'Allison' flashing across the screen.
"What, just because of her family?", Scott accused. "Wait-wait!", Scott exclaimed as Derek threw Scott's phone against the wall, shattering it.
"You getting angry? That's your first lesson. You want to learn how to control this, how to shift, you do it through anger, by tapping into a primal animal rage, and you can't do that with her around.", Derek ordered.
"I can get angry.", Scott growled.
"Not angry enough. This is the only way I can teach you. Now, can you stay away from her? At least until the full moon.", Derek asked.
"If you can teach me, I can stay away from her.", Sam looked at Derek as he looked back at her like he didn't believe him. Sam wasn't strong enough to vouch for Scott.
Derek sighed. "Fine."
Once Scott gathered up the groceries to put them in the car, Sam followed Derek.
"What do you want, Sam?", Derek asked.
"You don't have any faith in him, do you?", she asked.
"Are you forgetting Scott can probably hear everything we're saying?", he asked, raising a thick eyebrow.
"I'm aware, but he's too pissed at you to be focusing on what I got to say.", she said, crossing her arms.
Derek sighed. "You asked me to help, and what little expertise I have in helping the bitten, I'm trying. Cut me some slack."
She raised her hands in defense. "I get it, it's hard. I can't imagine how difficult it is to have someone else's responsibility on your shoulders like this. I appreciate it anyway."
That seemed to calm him down, just a little.
She gave him a smile before turning to leave but he grabbed her arm. Sam turned to him. "What's the matter?"
He held out his hand. "Give me your phone."
Sam awkwardly pulled out her phone and handed it to him, watching him hastily punch his number in before handing it back to her. "Now, go home. We made a ruckus.", he says before leaving.
Sam thanked Scott for the ride home and rushed inside to collapse in her bed.
Those guys were gonna be the death of her.