Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. If I did, Sterek would be canon.
A/N: Sterek fluff, slight idiot Scott, awesome Lydia, jerk Jackson and sweet Allison.
The Hale Pack: First (group) date
Stiles moaned and pulled Derek down for another kiss.
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Scott and Stiles were both nervous as Stiles drove them to the school later that night.
"So, what? We just go back?" Scott asked Stiles, worry and confusion equally shown in his voice.
"Yeah, I guess, we just have to trust our senses." Stiles told him with a shrug.
"Speaking of senses, what is that smell?" Scott wrinkled his nose in disgust, not noticing Stiles' blush.
"Huh? W-what smell? I-i don't smell anything. I think you're just imagining things there buddy!" Stiles stuttered out, mentally cursing himself for being bad at lying under pressure. Also Scott, for not giving him time to shower!
"It smells like Derek and you, just different, kinda like... Oh." Scott's face twisted into a look of shock and disgust. "Dude! W-what about the rule or whatever?"
"We didn't have sex!" Stiles exclaimed, wide eyed "We just did other stuff." He mumbled.
"Oh my god, that's far too much information Stiles!"
"Oh, please. I didn't tell you anything that you couldn't already smell!"
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When the jeep pulled up outside the school, Scott had stumbled out before it had even stopped.
"-and there may have been blowjobs... but maybe not! And there might have been rimm-" Stiles' voice called from inside the vehicle.
"Oh my God, please stop!" Scott begged, hands pressed firmly to his ears, though it did nothing to block out Stiles voice as he walked towards the fence. Stiles hopped out of the Jeep shutting the door behind him. He soon caught up with Scott, and went to climb the fence. Scott quickly grabbed Stiles arm "No, just me, someone needs to keep watch!"
"Why am I always the guy keeping watch?" Stiles asked in annoyance.
"Because there's only two of us!" Scott whisper yelled as if it was the most obvious thing ever.
"But I need to know if I hurt him as well! Come on Scotty, I-i gotta know." Stiles' voice cracked at the end and tears filled his beautiful whiskey eyes. His eyebrows crinkled to frowns, and his lips tightened as if he were biting back sobs.
"Y-you're right. I'm sorry, w-we'll both g-go." Scott stuttered guiltily, gesturing for Stiles to climb the fence.
Stiles gave Scott a watery smile. "Thanks man," He said, and started to climb the fence. The second his back was turned to Scott, any trace of tears vanished from his eyes and a triumphant grin lit up his face. It took Scott a few seconds to catch on to what had just happened.
"You tricked me, you little-" Stiles looked down at Scott as he reached the top of the fence.
"No take backs!" He was perfectly balanced, both feet on the top bar.
"I'm Batman!" Stile called in a deep voice, flipping backwards off of the fence, landing in a perfect crouch. Scott didn't act as awesomely, but was still okay. "You can be Robin this time." Stiles said casually.
"Nobody's Batman and Robin any of the time!" Scott said rolling his eyes at Stiles.
"Not even some of the time?"
"Nope, now let's go!" Scott demanded, walking forward.
"Oh my god!" Stiles groaned irritably. The two wolves found themselves increasingly nervous as they grew closer to the bus, willing themselves to remember what happened the night before.
Sleeping.
Howling.
Alpha howling.
Transforming.
They're eyes snapped open and they looked at each other. So far, not looking too good. They walked closer to the bus. As they placed their hands on the door, they each saw a figure pressed to the door. Screaming. Except for Scott it was Allison and Stiles saw Derek.
Scott stepped on the bus first, Stiles quickly following, pushing the door shut.
The man screaming, being dragged.
A bench hurtling towards them.
They each grabbed one of the man's hands.
Alpha claws slashing at them. Catching Scott's chest.
Flashlight. Wait? Flashlight? Shit.
They ran off the bus, back towards the fence. Scott jumped on a red car, running across the hood and roof, before propelling himself into a flip, over the fence, landing and pushing into roll. Stiles on the other hand, opted to jump straight onto the fence, gripping the top bar with both hands, flipping himself over, also landing in a roll. The two wolves sprinted to the Jeep, clambering into their respective seats, and Stiles drove away as fast as he could.
"So we didn't attack him," Stiles began triumphantly, while Scott looked out the back to make sure they weren't being followed.
"We were trying to protect him," Scott continued, turning to look at Stiles. "But from who?"
"The Alpha, I've told you, dude. The Alpha wants us in his pack!" Stiles rushed out, trying to catch his breath.
"Why?" Scott asked "Why go through all this trouble? Why does he want a pack so bad?"
"Because a pack will make him stronger. Also, a lone wolf never survives long. Even if it's an Alpha." Stiles told him automatically, repeating what Derek had told him.
"Wait, aren't we lone wolves then? We can't have a pack without an Alpha, right?"
"We are in a pack, You, me and Derek. I'm not sure exactly how it works, but that's what Derek told me. We will need an Alpha. But hopefully one that's not psychotic! Once this Alpha is gone, we'll have a new Alpha." Stiles explained the best he could, but like he said, he didn't know all of the details.
"How? Will a new Alpha come to town or something?" Scott asked curiously, wanting to know more.
"Maybe it depends on who kills the Alpha." At Scott's confused look, he continued. "If a hunter kills an Alpha, then either the power would be transferred to one of us, or we'd have to hope we don't get killed while trying to find a new one. But if a werewolf kills an Alpha, they gain the power on an Alpha. Laura Hale, the girl who died, Derek's sister, she was an Alpha. She gained the power when their mum died because she was the oldest. When she was killed by a rogue werewolf, an omega, the power went from her to him." Scott nodded, trying to wrap his head around the new information.
So, there's a chance that he or Stiles could become an Alpha. That was a sufficiently terrifying thought.
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The next night, Allison was in her bedroom, searching through her wardrobe. She smiled when she saw a shirt that she liked, taking it off of the rack and holding it up for Lydia's approval.
"Hmm, pass." Allison turned back to her wardrobe, picking up a rather colourful shirt. "Pass!" Lydia said instantly, with a distasteful look on her face. She sighed and stood up from the bed "Let me see." She marched towards the wardrobe in determination.
"Hmm, pass. Pass. Uh, pass on all of it!" She said, shaking her head in disdain, turning to her friend, who looked dejected. "God, Allison, my respect for your taste is dwindling by the second." Lydia chuckled, playing with the girl's hair. She looked at the next shirt and tilted her head. "Huh." She took the shirt off of the rack and walked into the brighter part of the room to get a better look. "This!" She announced happily.
Allison took the shirt out of Lydia's hands and held it in front of herself, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Chris Argent walked into his daughters room without knocking, holding his jacket in one hand.
"Dad, hello." Allison greeted politely, giving him a look that clearly said 'Why the hell didn't you knock?'. He smiled at her and Lydia, putting on his jacket before realising his mistake.
"right, I-I'm sorry, I completely forgot to knock." His facial expression was apologetic, and Lydia hopped onto Allison's bed. Landing on her side, one hand on her hip. the other playing with her hair as she smiled semi-flirtatiously.
"Hey, Mr Argent." She greeted the man. Allison looked at her for a second in disbelief, before turning back to her dad.
"Dad, do you need something?"
"I wanted to tell you that you'll be staying in tonight" He said casually. On the bed, Lydia's look transformed from flirtation to a mix of annoyance, disappointment and something that just said 'of course'.
"What? I'm going out with my friends tonight!" Allison protested and Lydia rolled her eyes.
"Not with some animal out there attacking people!" Chris retorted. Allison started to protest, but Chris wouldn't listen. "Hey, hey, hey, it's out of my hands! There's a curfew, no ones allowed out past 9:30pm!" Both girls rolled their eyes and Allison threw her shirt onto the bed in annoyance. "Hey, No more arguing." He smiled at her then left the room.
Allison sighed. "Hmm," Lydia hummed, "Someone's daddy's little girl." She commented, smirking at her friend.
"Sometimes," Allison admitted before shaking her head. "But not tonight." She walked over to her dresser, looking to the door to make sure her dad wasn't coming back and put on her hat. She then walked to the window. and opened it. She climbed out and walked over to a small platform with ease. Lydia rushed to a window and poked her head out "What are you doing?" She asked in worry, her eyes widening as Allison simply leaned forward and flipped off of the building, landing easily on the ground. She looked up at the window and whispered, slightly out of breath. "Eight years gymnastics. Are you coming?"
"I'll take the stairs." Lydia informed her with a nod.
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Later, the three couples were at the bowling alley, Allison was picking out a ball, trying to find the right weight.
"You really look like you know what you're doing." Scott observed, slightly intimidated.
Allison smirked at him and explained. "I used to bowl with my dad. When was the last time you bowled?"
"Oh, at a birthday party.." She smiled at him, then settled on a ball, walking back to their lane, missing Scott's mutter of "When I was Eight!" Lydia was up first, preparing to go, when Jackson came up behind her putting a hand on her waist. He helped her take her shot, but the ball went into the gutter. She managed to hit three pins on her second shot.
"I'm so bad at this!" She muttered angrily, walking back to her seat.
Allison went next, getting a strike. Scott smiled proudly at her and gave her a high five.
"Somebody brought their A game." Lydia declared with a grin.
"Well done, Ally!" Stiles complimented as he stood to take his shot. He also got a strike, earning him a surprised look from everyone except Scott.
"Great job, Stiles! I didn't know you could bowl." Allison said in surprise as Stiles settled himself in Derek's lap.
"Ugh, don't get him bragging!" Scott laughs as Stiles smirks. "He won every time we ever went bowling!"
Jackson also got a strike, but only Lydia cheered. That didn't stop him from smirking, though. "You're up McCall."
"Well that guy seems like a douche." Derek whispered into Stiles ear, causing him to giggle.
"Yup! He's the douchiest!" Stiles whispered back. Scott's small grin gave away the fact that he had heard.
Scott went to make his shot and the ball... went straight in the gutter. Jackson bust out laughing.
"Jackson!" Allison scolded, giving him a look. "Mind shutting up?" He kept laughing.
"I'm sorry." He said between laughs. "I'm sorry. I'm just flashing back to the words 'I'm a great bowler'."
"Maybe he just needs a warm up!" Allison argued.
"Yeah, maybe he just needs the kiddie bumpers!" Lydia laughed at that.
"Just aim for the middle." Allison advised and made an attempt to sound reassuring.
"How about you aim for anything except the gutter!" Jackson snarked.
"Just imagine the pins are Jackson's head!" Stiles countered, causing Derek, Allison and Scott to smile.
"Come on, Stiles!" Derek scolded, causing Stiles' face to drop, and Jackson to smirk "We're trying to get Scott to aim for the pins, not the building!" The group, except Jackson, burst into laughter. Even Lydia, who tried to bite it back, but failed.
"L-" Allison started between laughs. "Let him con-centrate." Unfortunately, Scott got another gutter ball, causing Jackson to laugh.
"Great job McCall! You're a real pro!" Jackson teased as Scott sat down.
"Don't worry!" Allison whispered. "We've only just started." Next it was Derek's turn. As he went to make his shot, he hesitated and his shoulders dropped.
Realising what he was about to do, Scott whispered at a volume that only Derek and Stiles would hear. "Derek, don't, I may suck, but you guys still have a chance to beat and humiliate Jackson!" He noticed Derek's small nod and smiled as the leather clad man took a step back before taking his shot. Strike.
On the next round, the shots stayed the same, except Lydia managed to hit five pins, and didn't complain about being bad this time. Scott nervously stood, preparing to take his shot. After a moment of hesitation, Allison stood and ran over to him.
"Scott, you're thinking too much," She whispered and Scott sighed.
"I know, I'm sorry I'm ruining this!" Scott apologised but Allison shook her head.
"No, no, not at all. But, I wouldn't mind shutting them up! So just clear your head and think about something else." She said with a smile.
"Like what?"
"Think about me." She started to walk away, but a though occurred to her and she turned back. "Naked." She then ran back to her seat, not noticing Stiles and Derek exchange a look, then wrinkle their noses at a new smell.
This time, when Scott took his shot, he got a strike! Stiles cheered, Derek smiled and Allison laughed in shock and happiness. Jackson was not as happy.
"What did you say to him?" Lydia asked, confused and curious.
"Uh, I just gave him something to think about." She said casually.
Later on in the evening, Scott made another strike.
"That is seriously amazing!" Allison exclaimed. "Jackson, uh, how many strikes is it?" She asked tauntingly.
"It's six. In a row." Jackson looked seriously pissed off and Lydia ignored him to face Scott, while Derek took his shot, purposely getting a spare.
"Maybe it's just natural talent." Allison suggested smiling at Scott.
"I could use a little natural talent." Lydia said, smiling at Scott when her turn came back around. "You mind helping me out this time Scott?"
"uh, no, you're good. Go for it." Scott said nervously under the stare's of both girls.
"That girl has no shame!" Derek whispered, pulling Stiles back onto his lap.
"I know! I can't believe I ever had a crush on her." Stiles whispered without thinking, only realising what he said when Derek's arm tightened around his waist and he growled softly into his ear. "Oh, calm down, I love you and only you!" He said honestly.
"I love you too." Derek smiled and pulled Stiles in for a kiss. They continued to kiss softly for a few moments, before Lydia cleared her throat. The rest of the group were looking at them with mixed expressions. Lydia had an eyebrow raised, but was smiling slightly, Jackson was glaring, Allison was smiling and silently 'aweing' and Scott just looked like he was about to throw up.
"Dude! Do you have to do that in front of me? You're my brother, it's gross!" Everyone rolled their eye's at Scott.
"It was a kiss, Scott! No tongue or anything! Don't be such a prude, bitch." Stiles smirked at the end, knowing Scott would get the reference.
"Jerk." Scott responded instantly, smiling at Stiles.
"Anyway," Lydia cut in with annoyance. "Thanks for the vote of confidence." She sent Scott a glare, before going to take her shot.
"Hey, I'll help!" Jackson said, standing to prove himself once more, but Lydia protested.
"How about, I just try this on my own?" Jackson was annoyed at that, but gestured for her to go anyway.
Lydia looked at the pins confidently. Making her shot with a smirk, getting a strike. "Yes!" She cheered triumphantly, clenching both fists in celebration and spinning to face her friends. Jackson looked at her in shock as she sat next to him again. "I think I'm getting the hang of it." Lydia twirled her hair casually, ignoring Jackson's sassy look.
"That was sort of perfect form!" Allison said in shock.
Lydia put an perfectly crafted confused look on her face and asked, "Was it?" But you didn't need supernatural abilities to know that she was putting it on for appearances.
Allison leaned over to her and whispered "Maybe you should stop pretending to suck just for his benefit!" Lydia rolled her eyes.
"Trust me, I do plenty of sucking just for his benefit." She sat up straight and turned to Derek and Stiles "So, Derek. How did you and Stiles meet?" Lydia asked casually, but the look in her eyes showed that she was dying to know. They had prepared for this. It's go time.
"Well, it was uh, what? mid summer break?" Derek asked, looking up at Stiles, who moved his head so he could look at Derek.
"Yeah, around that time, I was on my way home from a long night of video games at Scott's." Stiles chuckled. "Anyway, I was about half a mile from home, 2:30am, when my Jeep brakes down! So I get my phone and I'm about to call for help, when out of nowhere, this guy, fully dressed in black and wearing a leather jacket, knocks on my window-"
"I did not appear out of nowhere! I was stood there waving at you for like five minute, you were just oblivious." Derek cut in, rolling his eyes causing the girls to giggle.
"Hush you, I'm talking!" Stiles playfully demanded. "So he just appears, looking like he belongs to a biker gang! I'm a little freaked out, but I need help so I roll down the window sli-"
Derek cut him off. "Oh, please! You were terrified!" He looked at the group, all of whom were captivated by the story. Even the boys, Scott knew it was fake, but still clung to every word. Jackson tried to act indifferent, but failed. "He literally screamed and jumped into the passenger side seat, flailing his limbs like an octopus!" Allison, Lydia and Scott laugh at that, all picturing the action clearly. Jackson couldn't contain his smirk, and a slight chuckle escaped his lips.
"I did not!" Stiles protested, slapping Derek on the arm.
"I believe Derek," Lydia smirked.
"Me too, sorry Stiles." Allison smiled apologetically. Stiles huffed and crossed his arms.
Derek rolls his eyes fondly, and takes a moment to admire Stiles with a look of pure love and adoration. Stiles meets his look with a blush and the same expression on his face. Without taking his eyes off of Stiles, he continues. "I couldn't help but laugh at this hyperactive teenage boy, flailing about like a spaz. So I'm just stood there, laughing like crazy,while he's freaking out, thinking I'm about to kill him or something."
"Then when I realise that it's not an 'I'm a crazy psychopath who's going to kill you' laugh, but an 'Oh my god, you're such an idiot' laugh, I got angry-" Stiles started, eyes still locked on his mate. Telling the tale of how they wish they'd met. This harmless, weird, funny, cute scenario.
"And he opens the drivers side door, full force, just to hit me with it, then slams it shut again. That's when he finally rolls down the window and yells 'Whoever you are, you better not try anything! My dad's the Sheriff and my death will be avenged!' At the top of his lungs!" Derek continued.
"He rolls his eyes, which by the way, is his favourite action," As if to prove a point, Derek rolled his eyes. "-See!- Anyway, then he's like 'I was gonna offer to help you spaz! But now..' and started to walk away. Without thinking, I jump out of my Jeep, and chase after him-"
"-He jumps on my back yelling 'Nononononno, please help me!' I had half a mind to send him to a psychiatrist. Instead, I do the stupid thing and offer him a ride home. He is apparently even more stupid, and accepts."
"So he drives me home, although I'm a bit hesitant about giving him my address-" Derek cut's him off.
"Though he's only hesitant after accidentally blurting it out. So I take him home and then go back to the hotel. For some reason, I just can't get this boy out of my head. Then two weeks later I saw him in the coffee shop. And I swear too god, my first though was, 'Please, for the love of God, tell me nobody was stupid enough to give this spaz coffee!'" The group burst into laughter at that, even Jackson. "Thankfully, he was drinking hot chocolate, which I found out when I sat with him. I'll admit, I only sat with him because all tables were taken, and he was the only person that I vaguely knew, but I'm glad that I did." Derek's arm tightened around Stiles' waist, pulling him slightly closer.
"And I'll admit, I was nervous at first. This tall, dark and smoking hot guy, who I've met once, walks over and sits with me. But it was just perfect, we just talked for hours, and he gave me his number." Stiles smiled down at Derek, leaning closer to him. "It took me three days to gather up the nerve to call him. When he answered, he sounded all angry and stuff, so I was nervous, thinking it was a bad idea."
"Hey, I thought it was someone from New York, bugging me again." Derek said apologetically, rumbling Stiles' arm. "When I realised it was you, I was a lot happier." He grinned at Stiles, who chuckled in response.
"Tell me about it, you wouldn't shut up!" Stiles chided, a teasing grin on his face.
Derek scoffed and playfully smacked Stiles thigh. "Like you can talk."
"Yes, I can. In fact, I'm very good at it. I'm actually told that I talk too much." Stiles grinned.
"Hmm, true." Derek hummed, tilting his head. Stiles gasped in mock horror.
"You're not supposed to agree with me!" He said, turning so that his back was to Derek, and he was looking at the group, who were watching the exchange in amusement.
"Well, sorry for trying to have an honest relationship!" Derek rested his chin on Stiles' shoulder.
"Oh, you want an honest relationship, prude?" Stiles teased, causing Derek to get defensive.
"I'm not a prude, I just don't want to get arrested when your dad finds out, I'm already preparing to be shot! After I've taken a bullet for you, if I survive, I'd rather spend time with you, than behind bars."
Stiles had a faux thoughtful look on his face. He then beamed and turned to face Derek again. "Fine." He dragged out the word, faking annoyance. "I guess I can accept that. Even though it's annoying."
"Poor you, you're such a martyr!" Derek drawled sarcastically and Stiles sighed dramatically.
"I know, I think that I deserve a reward!" Stiles stated with a nod, leaning closer to Derek.
"Oh really?" Derek raised an eyebrow.
"Yup!"
"Okay then." Derek muttered, closing the gap between their lips. Lydia and Allison cooed and awed at the couple, Jackson rolled his eyes, but a subtle smile graced his lips. Scott just looked ill.
"Ally, i-it's your go." Scott announced loudly, searching for a distraction from the couple in front of him.
Allison rolled her eyes, but smiled at the couple one last time, walking away to take her shot.
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Jackson was playing on the pinball machine and Scott walked over. "Nice shot man!" He complimented. Glare. "Listen, I know we both didn't want to be here, but, the thing is, we don't have to hate each other."
"I don't hate you." Jackson stated, looking at Scott. "I just don't believe you. You know, you've got everyone thinking everything's fine and normal about you, but... I know something's off. You cheated tonight!"
"How do you cheat in bowling?" Scott asked incredulously
"I don't know. But you did! And I don't know if it's steroids or something weirder, I'm guessing something weirder, since it's pretty obvious you're a freak!" He said, looking Scott up and down. "So, don't think for a second, I've given up on finding out what your little secret is."
"I don't have any secrets!" Scott lied, though it did nothing to dissuade Jackson.
"Yeah, you do! And, here's the other thing. I don't know why, but I think whatever it is you're hiding..." He looked over to Allison, who was talking to Lydia, Stiles and Derek. "You don't want her to find out about it either."
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Later, at the hospital, Derek is in the room with the bus driver who was attacked. "Open your eyes. Open your eyes!" He demanded, "Look at me." Meyers slowly turned his head to look at Derek. "What do you remember?"
"Hale." Meyers gasped out, Causing Derek to become confused.
"How do you know my name?" He asked in slight shock.
"I'm sorry."
"How do you know me?!" Derek demanded.
"I'm sorry.." Meyers repeated, before laying his head back on the pillow.
Outside of the room at the nurse station, Melissa McCall walked to get her belongings. "Girl, I am outta here!" She said to another nurse, who smiled at her. "There's a DVR at home, full of unwatched tv, waiting to remind me how ridiculously single I really am. The two shared a giggle, but then the computer started beeping."Rose, call a code, room 137. When she arrived at the room, it was too late. Garrison Meyers was dead.
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Melissa walks to her son's room in exhaustion, finally dressed in pajamas, rather than scrubs. "Hey Scott, I'm gonna go to..." She trailed off when she realised that the room is empty. "Sleep." She starts walking down the hall to her own room, "Seriously?" Then stopped when she heard a noise coming from Scott's room. She headed back into the room, and noticed a figure coming in through the window, landing on Scott's bed.
She grabs a bat and goes to hit the intruder with it while screaming, when the person screams back. Stiles. "Stiles, what the hell are you doing here?!"
"What am I doing?!" He retorts angrily. "God, do either of you even play baseball?" The light suddenly turned on and Scott walked in.
"Can you please tell your friend to use the front door?!" She asked Scott.
"But we lock the front door, he wouldn't be able to get in." Scott replied and Melissa nodded.
"Yeah, exactly!" She sighed and looked between the two teens. "And, by the way, do either of you care that there's a police enforce curfew?"
"No." They stated in unison.
"No? Alright then, well, you know what?" She threw the bat on the bed next to Stiles. "That's about enough parenting from me for one night. So goodnight." Melissa then turned and walked out of the room.
Scott pulled his desk chair to the end of the bed and sat down so that he was facing Stiles. "What is it?"
"My dad left for the hospital fifteen minutes ago. It's the bus driver." Scott's eyes widened. "They said he succumbed to his wounds."
"Succumbed?"
"Scott." Stiles shook his head. "He's dead." Scott's eyes widened further, if possible.
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After Stiles had left, planning to go home until he received a text from Lydia and Allison, Scott headed to Derek's house to confront him. Stiles may believe him, but Scott didn't. He tried to, but now that Meyers is dead. Killed by a werewolf... It had to be Derek!
"Derek!" Scott bellowed, rage flooding his body. "I know you're here! I know what you did!"
Derek's voice echoed around Scott. "I didn't do anything."
"You killed him!" Scott was enraged as he made his way up the stairs.
"He died!" Derek corrected, more anger was seeping into his voice.
"Like your sister died?" Scott asked, looking around for Derek, continuing up the stairs.
"My sister was missing! I came here looking for her!"
"You found her."
"I found her in pieces!" Derek bellowed, pain and anger clear in his voice. "Being used as bait to catch me!"
Scott continued up the stairs, ignoring the undeniable pain in Derek's voice. "I think you killed the both!" He announced stubbornly. "And I'm gonna tell everyone! Starting with the Sheriff!" Scott finally reached the top of the stairs. Only to have Derek appear behind him and throw him back down them. Scott looked up fully wolfed out, and turned his head to growl at Derek.
Derek jumped the stairs in one go. Just to be thrown through a wall by Scott. He stood and dusted himself off as if it were nothing. "That was cute" He commented and proceeded to remove his jacket and wolf out. Eyes glowing an icy blue. Scott walked towards Derek and the fight began. Kicking and throwing each other into various pieces of furniture and walls. Flipping and tossing, hitting each other with whatever they could find. The fight ended when Derek grabbed Scott by the throat and repeatedly slammed him into the floor, kicked him over a table when he stood up and punched him one last time for good measure.
They both shifted back to their human forms. "I didn't kill him! None of us did! It's not your fault and it's not Stiles' and it's not mine!"
Scott stood angrily, walking towards Derek. "This? This is all your fault! You ruined my life!"
Derek glared at him, but spoke somewhat calmly. "No, I didn't!"
"You're the one who bit me." Scott snapped, staring Derek in the eyes.
Derek shook his head. "No, I'm not!"
Scott turned confused "What?"
Derek shook his head in disbelief "Don't you listen to Stiles? I'm not the one that bit you!"
Scott remembered the night on the bus. The eyes, the claws. He stumbled backwards onto the sofa in shock "There's another." He finally believed what Stiles had been telling him the entire time.
Derek nodded, explaining what Stiles had already said. "It's called an alpha. It's the most dangerous of our kind. You, Stiles and I, we're betas... This thing is more powerful, more animal than either of us. My sister came here looking for him and now, I'm trying to find him. But I don't think I can do it without you and Stiles."
"Why us?"
"Because he's the one that bit you. You're part of his pack. It's you, you're the ones he wants." Derek stated, staring at the boy in front of him. Unaware that just outside the house, hidden in the trees, the Alpha was watching. Eyes glowing red as it listened to the two wolves in the house.