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"I think that woman is checking us out," Scott mumbled. "She keeps looking at us!" 

"She can look all she wants," Stiles answered.  

They climbed into the jeep and Stiles rolled down his window. Both of them tore into their bags of chips and drank their drinks. When they were finished, Stiles moved to turn the key to start the jeep. Something flew through the window and landed in Scott's lap.  

"What the-?" Scott started to say as the thing exploded and gas filled the jeep. Both of them lost consciousness.  

They woke up in a room that was obviously underground and it had to have been at least an hour because Scott and Stiles looked at one another and the pull of the moon was almost unbearable. They hadn't wolfed out yet, but it was only a matter of time. Both of them were strapped to a flat surface. 

"What happened?" Stiles asked taking in the fact that they were half naked. 

"I think that's obvious, Stiles," Scott said rolling his eyes. "Hunters got us." 

"Don't pull that on me, Scott. You know what I mean. How did anyone know what we were?" 

"Don't know," Scott answered.  

"I'm sure its been over an hour, so Derek will know something's wrong. Your dad will realise too when we don't come back." 

There was a sound of clicking heels upstairs and a door opened. A woman came down the stairs. The woman from the gas station.  

"Finally you're awake. Werewolves are no fun when they're sleeping." 

"Cut the crap lady, who are you, why are we here, what do you want from us and how did you know what we are?" Stiles snapped. 

"Who I am is no concern of yours. You're here because you're werewolves of course. I want information from you and I want fun. And I knew what you were because of my perfume. Its wolfsbane and it causes werewolves to get choked up and their eyes change just long enough to let me see." 

"What kind of information?" Scott asked warily.  

"Information about your pack," she said as though it was obvious. "I've been after them forever. They hide themselves well." 

"We aren't from here," Stiles sighed. "We don't know anything about them. And would you mind defining what you mean by 'fun?'" 

"Torture obviously. Not what your perverted minds are thinking." 

"Good. I was scared there would be some freaky Kate Argent crap going on here," Stiles laughed hysterically. "Well, not good because I've been tortured enough in my life, but still." 

"You knew Kate?" the woman asked. 

"Unfortunately," Scott said.  

"Lovely. She was a friend of mine." She walked over to a cabinet and started rummaging around. She returned with a whip. Stiles' stomach lurched uncomfortable. "Let's get started. I'll work on breaking some kind of information out of you before my partner gets here." 

Scott didn't know whether to be horrified or glad she decided to start on Stiles. He watched in terror though as the whip snapped against Stiles' stomach with a sickening sound. It made him feel sick. Apparently it made Stiles feel sick as well because he suddenly didn't look very good. 

After the whip hit him two more times, she got close to Stiles' face and asked, "ready to share anything?" 

Instead of answering, he opened his mouth and puked right in her face. Scott tried to hold back his laugh but he couldn't. Only Stiles could manage to barf on his torturer. The woman shrieked in disgusted and stomped off toward the stairs saying she's be back. Scott heard her mutter a few names in there as well, none of which were nice. 

"Stiles, that was awesome!"  

"Believe me, it wasn't planned," Stiles gasped. "I think it was something I ate mixed with the feeling in my stomach when she came at me with the whip." 

Scott started tugging on the straps. "Well it bought us time." They wouldn't give. "Damn it. What are these made of?" 

"Derek will realise something is wrong," Stiles said.  

In the meantime, Derek noticed that it was passed Stiles and Scott's check in time. He figured they might've forgot so he called both of their phones. He didn't get an answer on either. Derek had started to grow uneasy. He called Allison and Isaac and told them because he knew he'd never hear the end of it if he left without them.  

He pulled up to Stiles' house and Isaac came bounding toward the car. Allison was already on the curb waiting for them. She had her bow in hand and a quiver of arrows thrown over her shoulder.  

"Alright, what's going on?" she asked. 

"Apparently Scott or Stiles didn't call and they didn't answer when Derek called them," Isaac told her. 

Derek hit the highway going almost a hundred miles per hour. There was very little traffic and he and Isaac were keeping their eyes peeled for cops. Derek turned a two and a half hour trip into thirty minutes or a maybe a little more.  

Once in San Francisco he followed the directions to Scott's dad's house. When they pulled up, the house was black.  

"When I talked to them earlier, they said the local alpha told them to come around for the full moon," Derek told them. "Looks like they left."  

They got out and sniffed around. "Derek, I'm going to follow Scott's dad. If something is wrong, we'll have to tell him. I'll find him and if anything happens call me and I'll tell him." 

"Fine, but be careful." Isaac ran off down the road following the scent. Derek got back into the car with Allison and kept his head close to the window. The trail was mostly dead. 

"Stop!" Allison shouted. "There's Stiles' jeep." She was pointing at a gas station. 

Stiles' jeep was in the dark beside the building. Derek pulled up and the windows were down in it. He got out and sniffed around. He noticed something in the floor of the jeep. 

"Hunters," he told Allison. "I smell wolfsbane faintly. And there's some kind of smoke bomb in there too." 

"Can you follow the wolfsbane?" Allison asked. 

"Maybe. Its fading, but I think I can track it." He pulled out of the parking lot and drove off down the road. 

The woman had taken the whip to Scott next. He didn't throw up on her, but he never talked. Finally she left him to bleed when there was a knock on the door upstairs.  

"Are you okay?" Stiles asked. 

"It'll be fine," Scott said. His stomach was covered in blood and bruises.  

Then started to hear a man's voice upstairs.  

"Um, Scott, her 'partner' is here," Stiles gulped. 

Scott was busy listening to the talking upstairs. 

"-found them at the gas station," the woman was saying. "It was getting dark so I just gassed them and then dragged them into my vehicle." 

"I take it you've already started on them?" 

"Yeah, one of the little monsters threw up on me," she sighed. "I took the whip to both of them though. One is bleeding pretty badly." 

"Let's have our dinner before we go down." 

"Dinner? What about your son?" 

"He and his friend went out on their own tonight. His girlfriend recommended some hot spots because she used to live here." 

Then they started talking about boring stuff. 

"Stiles, its my dad," Scott said sadly. "We’re going to be tortured and killed by my dad." 

"No, Scott. No. Once he knows its us, he's not going to do anything." 

"I hope you're right Stiles." 

"At least we know what that smell was now," Stiles added. Scott looked confused. "The smell on your dad and in his house! It was wolfsbane."

They waited and waited. Finally the door at the top of the stairs opened and the woman flicked on the lights. Scott's dad followed behind her. 

Derek and Allison followed the dying wolfsbane trail. It led them to a house in a very nice neighbourhood. Allison pulled out her phone to call Isaac. 

"We found where Scott and Stiles are. Stiles' jeep was at a gas station and Derek sniffed out a wolfsbane trail." 

"I followed Scott's dad, I'm just waiting it out. Want me to come meet you guys?" 

"We'll probably need help," she told him. She told him the address. 

"Hang on, that's where I am." 

They watched as Isaac stepped out from behind a bush. 

"So Scott and Stiles are being held captive in the same place his dad is in?" Allison said slowly and in disbelief. 

"Seems so," Derek said. "Let's go." 

He led them around the back of the house. After finding no easier ways in, Derek kicked down the back door. 

Scott and Stiles watched as Mr. McCall descended the stairs. When he got to the bottom there was a loud crash from upstairs. 

"What the hell was that?" he asked. 

"Go check it out," the woman said. "I'll get out your usual." 

He headed back up the stairs. Seconds later he came flying back down them. "Yeah, honey, we've got a problem."  

A figure jumped down the entire length of stairs. When it landed they saw that it was Derek. Two figures followed. Isaac and Allison. 

"STILES!" Isaac yelled running the length of the room. Scott's dad whipped around and his jaw dropped at the sight of his son and Stiles. 

Allison didn't even bother saying anything, she just took off toward Scott. 

Derek crouched down and was about to attack but Scott yelled, "Derek, no, that's my dad!"  

"You have my son prisoner in your basement?" Scott's dad yelled at the woman. 

"He's a werewolf, of course I do. Its not like I knew he was your son, you never let me meet him before. The fact that he is your son won't stop me so you can help me or you can go. Your choice." She pulled out a gun.  

Where the hell did that gun come from? Scott thought. 

"I am not helping you torture and kill my son. I've helped you in the past but this is crossing the line."

Isaac had managed to get Stiles free and Allison took her bow and aimed for the woman's arm. The arm that was holding the gun. She fired and the arrow grazed the woman's wrist but she didn't drop the gun. She didn't even flinch. 

"Sweetheart, I've been trained with the best, you'll have to do better than that," the woman taunted.

"So have I," Allison spat. "Even if she was a lunatic, my aunt Kate was the best and she taught me."

"You're Allison? I met you once when you were a little girl," she said. "We'll have a cozy catch up later."

Isaac moved to start freeing Scott. Stiles helped a little as well. Allison kept her bow loaded and at the ready. Scott's dad was attempting to talk to her into putting the gun down. Derek was angry and had wolfed out and was lingering behind Scott's dad.  

Miraculously, Scott or Stiles hadn't lost it the whole time, and now that Derek, Isaac, and Allison were there, they felt much better. Once Scott was free, he, Stiles, and Isaac wolfed out and started toward the woman. Allison stood in the back with her bow still ready. Derek approached the woman though. She was surrounded.  

The crazy woman suddenly fired at Scott and the bullet hit him in the stomach. He just put his hand to it and said, "lady, I've been shot before. That's not going to stop any of us." 

Scott ended up on the floor seconds later, completely unconscious. The woman pointed the gun at Stiles next. Allison fired her arrow and it struck the woman's thigh. She fired a shot at Stiles, but he dropped to the floor. The bullet collided with the stone wall on the other side of the room.  

Isaac and Derek moved in immediately. Derek broke her wrist and the gun fell to the floor. Isaac had her in a head lock.  

Scott's dad rushed over to his unconscious son and dropped to his knees beside him. "What do we do?"  

Stiles ran for the gun. "Derek find a lighter." Derek nodded and ran to his car. "Scott? Come on, wake up buddy." He gently slapped Scott on the cheek. He cracked open an eye. 

Stiles emptied the gun and took a bullet and pulled it open.  

"No wonder he dropped so fast," Isaac said. "That bullet was packed with wolfsbane. Enough to kill quickly." 

Derek returned and Stiles dumped the wolfsbane into his hand. Derek handed him the lighter and he caught the wolfsbane on fire. Allison had dropped to her knees at Scott's head and had her and on his forehead.  

"This is gonna probably hurt," Stiles whispered.  

"No, it is definitely going to hurt," Derek said.  

Stiles glared at him before slapping his wolfsbane covered palm into the wound. Scott cringed and let out a loud cry of pain. The wound, which hadn't got that bad yet, started to quickly heal.  

Scott sat up and pulled Allison into a hug, then Stiles. He ignored his dad for the time being.  

"What do we do with her?" Isaac asked about the woman.  

"No clue," Derek said thoughtfully.  

"Kill her," Scott's dad mumbled. Everyone looked at him in surprise. 

"We are not going to kill someone," Stiles said. "There's been enough of that. Starting with Peter." 

"She was going to kill you guys, Stiles," Isaac said. "And then probably the rest of us." 

"Turn her into what she hates," Scott said.  

"What?" Derek asked. 

"I said-" 

"I know what you said, Scott, but why do that? She'd just heal and smell us out and come after us." 

"I've got an idea," Allison said. She stood up and walked over to the cabinets. She opened at least four doors before finding what she was looking for and returning to the group. "If Derek wants, he can bite her, I'll trap her with this mountain ash, and she can stay there and since this is another pack's territory, we tell them where she is and let them deal with her." 

"Jasmine did say she shot two of her pack members," Stiles said. "So makes sense to me." 

"Call this Jasmine girl," Derek told Stiles, "we'll wait for her to get here. Let her make the choice. I'm not biting anyone else." 

Jasmine showed up with a few members of her pack half an hour later. She and Derek spoke on their own for a few minutes leaving everyone else in the basement to make sure the woman didn't attempt an escape.  

When Derek and Jasmine came back to the basement, Derek just said, "let's go." 

"Wha-?" Stiles started. "Just like that?" 

"Yes."  

"We'll take care of everything," Jasmine assured him. "Sorry you didn't make it to us before all this happened. Maybe next time. I'll be sure to give you a call Derek." Stiles and Isaac noticed her wink at Derek and started snickering.  

Derek nodded and led them out. Scott's dad followed too.  

"I think we all need to have a different kind of talk," Mr. McCall said. "All of you, come to my house." 

Derek glared at being ordered, but nodded. He, Stiles and Isaac climbed into the Camaro, which Scott and Allison got in the car with Scott's dad.  

"Explain how you got into this," Scott demanded, "then we'll tell you about us." 

"Not my finest moment, but I met Rebekah when I was still with your mom. I took a liking to her. Did she ever tell you why we divorced?" 

"Yeah, when I turned fifteen. She said she caught you in a bunch of lies and found out you were seeing someone else." 

"True, and the only reason you never met her during the short time you lived with me was because your mom threatened to cut my nuts off if I exposed you to some 'whore.' We've been together ever since, but she refused to explain what exactly she did for a living. Almost a year after being together, she told me. I thought she was crazy, but she had a werewolf chained up in a warehouse. She fed me all this stuff about how they were monsters that killed for no reason. I've believed that for several years. Until I walked into that basement and realised you two were there." 

"Why didn't you live together then?" Stiles asked curiously. 

"Because Rebekah and her family are rather close. They never liked me, so we lived apart the entire time because we've always been near some part of her family. Its kinda hard to explain. I have no clue why they never liked me. Even her friends hated me. Except one. Kate Argent." 

"What?" Allison asked. "You knew my aunt?" 

"So she was your aunt?" Allison nodded. "I remember her bragging about her niece's archery skills, makes sense now. Kate loved me for some reason. Never understood why. She probably liked any good looking guy probably." 

"Unfortunately," Derek mumbled. 

"Sorry?" Scott's dad asked curiously. 

"Uh, Derek and Kate Argent had issues," Isaac attempted. 

"Yeah, the psychotic bitch burned my entire family alive," Derek growled. 

"You're a Hale? Damn, she never even let on that she did that. At least not around me. Rebekah probably knew." 

Derek remained silent why the others took turns telling about how they were dragged into the mess that was the supernatural world. It was a summarised version because they didn't want to be there for a year. Scott's dad listened with complete attention.  

"Needless to say, I'm going to give that stuff up. You can all stay here for the night if you want, I'm going to give you all of my stuff and you can just take it with you. Scott, Stiles, you can go home if you want to, I'd understand." 

"We will go home with the others in the morning," Scott said, "but I've got an idea." 

"Uh oh," Stiles mumbled earning  a whack to the head by Scott. Isaac growled.  

"We'll take a trip this summer. Maybe go to the beach or something. We can either make it a pack trip or just a few of us. I doubt Jackson would want to go anywhere with us, or Derek." Derek didn't say anything. "And you can come dad, you can meet our pack, and we can spend time together while everyone else is doing whatever." 

"And no one has to deal with the pack separation anxiety," Allison said.  

"Is that what is called?" Isaac asked with a laugh. 

"No, I just thought of it. I'm going to get Danny to write up something about it when he comes back from Hawaii." 

"If you want to do that, son, I will," Mr. McCall said.  

The following morning, Scott's dad took all of his stuff he'd accumulated during his years with Rebekah. A few crossbows, guns, different varieties of wolfsbane, mountain ash, things that none of them but Derek had ever heard of, and things he and Rebekah had clearly made on their own. They loaded it all into Derek's Camaro since he could deal with the wolfsbane smell better than the others. 

Scott said bye to his dad and his dad promised to call more. Stiles climbed into the drivers seat of the jeep as Derek drove off down the road leaving them all behind. It didn't really matter, there wasn't any room in the back seat for anyone anyway. Scott and Allison climbed into the back of the jeep and Isaac climbed in beside Stiles. 

Scott's dad waved from the porch and they started their journey back to Beacon Hills. It was certainly a spring break Scott or Stiles would never forget. Well, they could only forget it if someone even worse happened to them in the future.