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The day seemed to drag on, Scott was in a complete daze for the rest of the day, dead to the rest of the world, not even paying attention when Stiles said he was locking them both up during the full moon and feeding them mice because he could do it, he had a boa but not even that could break into Scott’s dazed mind. Stiles had put it off to just a confused version of the Allison-puppy-love face. It was during lunch time that Stiles received a message from an unknown number telling him to be careful, the Agents weren’t to be trusted, Stiles decided to keep it a secret, knowing Scott wouldn’t like the idea. When it was the free period, he went to the libraries computers and began doing more research, trying to figure out what being a werewolf would entitle but he could find much except for fan-fiction and very strange, not-to-be-mentioned sites.
Stiles needed to talk to Derek, he said he would help, plus he’d have the answers they needed. The two boys met up after school for lacrosse and joined the rest of the team in the boys locker room, the room was filled with the scent of hormonal teenage boys that the two friends were feeling nauseous but they managed to hold their bile and get down, Scott started to get dressed when he stopped, a look of defeat crossing his face as he lent against his locker. Stiles turned to face him, not understanding the defeated look.
“Hey, Scotty, what’s wrong? Allison forgave you didn’t she,” Stiles said, getting a nod from Scott, “then everything is perfect and awesome, so let’s go play lacrosse, Mister first-line.” Stile said, clapping Scott on the shoulder as he started to walk off, but the negative reply from Scott had him facing the other again slowly, his eyebrows once again raised for his unspoken question.
“Remember the hunters? Her dad is one of them,” he said, not looking to see the horror and understanding creep onto Stile’s face as he repeated what Scott said, “Her dad, shot me with a crossbow, oh god!”
Stiles rushed to Scott’s side as he started to freak out, slapping his cheek to get him to focus and calm down, it would be very bad is he wolfed out here and now, does wolfed out even make sense, Stiles shook his head, disregarding his train of thoughts, without his meds, his ADHD had been acting up at the worst possible time. “He didn’t recognise you, right?”
Scott shook his head, still choking up on his misery to speak clearly, “Good, then everything is still fine, no need to worry, just breath, take this and this and lastly this and lets go, forget your troubles for now and go beat Jackass on the field, Yes?”
Stiles said cheerfully, handing Scott his gear and all but helping the other into his clothing, thankful everyone was already out on the field because it would be very strange. Once Scott was dressed, they walked onto the field were Coach was already blowing his whistle in poor Greenburg’s ear, making the boy run laps around the field. Everyone else got into a line, Coach told Jackass to take a long stick today before the older boy stood between the line of players and the goal and goalkeeper. Each player took a turn, trying to best Jackson and get a goal but Jackson was relentless, blocking any attempt. Scott was up next, a ball was rolled at him as Coach blew his whistle, immediately the boy was scooping up the ball and running towards the goal.
Scott was so distracted though that as he neared Jackson, the other all but pushed him over, breaking his run and causing everyone to laugh at him. Coach blew his whistle, walking over to Scott and yelling at Greenburg to go faster before looking down at Scott, disappointed. “Are you sure you want to be first line, McCall?” he asked as the teenager got to his feet.
“My grandmother can move faster than that, and she’s dead, do you think you could move fast than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?” he asked sarcastically with emphasises on dead, just like Scott was feeling, Dead and screwed. He walked back to the beginning of the line as the coach told everyone he was going to go again, he tightened his hands on his lacrosse stick, feeling his claws slowly start to dig into his gloves. Scott could hear Stiles behind him, whispering at him to calm down but it wasn’t working because Scott wasn’t going to fail.
He stretched his gloved fingers once as the coach blew his whistle, Scott dashed forward, arm out in defence as he neared Jackson, the other foolishly tried to stop him but Scott all but trampled him, knocking him into the air and slamming him down. Jackson hit the floor with a thud and pained moan as he clutched his shoulder in pain while Scott collapsed a few feet away, Stiles rushed to his friends side, “Hey buddy, are you ok?”
“NO, I can’t control.” Scott’s sentence tapered off into a low growl, thinking quickly, Stiles grabbed his friend and started dragging him towards the locker room while everyone was dealing with Jackson. They managed to fall into the locker room, Scott pulling of his gloves to clutch at his helmet covered head, his claws had sprouted from his fingers and his teeth had sharpened, yellow eyes glared at Stiles before he attacked. He lunged at Stiles while the other tried to get away, not wanting to hurt or get hurt, his own eyes were glowing as he rushed to hide behind a set of lockers. With a growl, Scott jumped up onto the metal containers, glaring down that the other as he dove for the kill; when something else collided with him, sending him into the wall.
Derek stood there, blue eyes blazing as he growled at the boy, watching as he pulled off his helmet, holding his head, his features back to normal as he looked at Derek and Stiles confused, “What, what happened?”
“You lost control and shifted on the field, in front of everyone and nearly killed your friend,” he said, his face still morphed with blazing blue eyes as he explained, “If they catch you, then everyone will be after you, not just the hunters.”
“Then he can’t play first line, if he loses control in front of all those people then it will expose him, us everyone, wont it?” Stiles said, his features slowly changing back to normal but his eyes maintained their yellow glow. Scott noticed how Derek sent a brief look at Stiles before calming down himself. Fixing his leather jacket before moving towards the door, looking back over his shoulder at the teens, “Look, you guys need help, and I can teach you, come by my place after practice,”
Just like that he was gone leaving the boys once again breathless and feeling defeated, Stiles looked at Scott, a slight smile on his face, “If we fail, at least we can lock ourselves up, in one of those bear cages, I hope we can buy one cheaply online,”
Scott hit the back of the others head, annoyed at his carefree attitude towards their cursed problem.
The two slowly got changed, trying to stay undetected and avoiding the other players by sneaking out the window near the showers to not run into the others. The hoped into their respected cars and went their different ways, Stiles to go make a late lunch for his father who was most likely still at the office, slaving over the case while Scott went to take his mom’s car home, savaging the kitchen for food, and using his laptop to keep him distracted, stuff was just not adding up. Why was Derek Hale being helpful, or nice? He was the only other werewolf around that could of done this to Stiles and him, but then why the secretive, the keeping a distance when he could have taken more responsibility for ruining their lives. He sat there, his mind far away as he clicked at random things on his laptop.
With his new found hearing, he heard Stiles pull up in his old jeep, the rusty jeep was falling apart as it drove, held together by nothing but duct-tape and pure luck, it rattled to a stop in the drive-way. Scott moved to the front door before Stiles had time to honk the horn, he climbed into the side before looking at Stiles, happy goofy look, something was up. “Why are you so happy?”
“Answers, Scotty, we are getting answers that are not from some smutty fan based sight,” he said with a giggle that seemed very out of character for him when something popped into Scott’s lately distant mind, “Um, Stiles, are you out of your pills?” he asked, watching as the other boy drummed his fingers along the steering wheel, the goofy smile not leaving his face as he revered the jeep and began driving down the road.
“Four times today, but they don’t seem to be working, which begs the question as to why and hopefully, we are getting the answers, I wonder where Derek is staying, do you think he is actually staying in the old Hale house or is he renting somewhere else, what does he eat? Does he hunt every mornin~” Stiles trailed off, his mind going off on a vacation while Scott began fearing for their lives from the speed a ADHD Stiles was driving at, it didn’t help that Stiles was murmuring about Derek this and that.
“You know, maybe you should play sick or something to get out of the game Saturday, don’t want you going puppy and getting killed or killing people,” Stiles said, blinking back to himself as he continued to drive before turning onto an old dirt road that should lead down to the Hale house, they passed several warning signs before they came to a stop outside the burnt out crisp of a family home. Scott quickly got out of the car and approached the older, glaring at him before throwing a arm back at Stiles, “Please tell me why his medication isn’t working, because his craziness is going to drive me crazy,”
Derek raised an eyebrow at the oddness, at first Scott hated him and now he was begging? Derek looked over at Stiles his eyes showing some understanding, “No, our bodies run at a higher temperature and we have a faster metabolism, medication will burn through our system too quickly to have any effect.”
Scott looked downcast at the information as he moved to sit on a step that wasn’t burnt to the ground. Sighing when a scent caught his nose, looking around and sniffing, he looked to the side, Stiles also started sniffing while Derek just shook his head, “You need to learn to be discreet, it’s rather rude as well as strange if you do that in public.”
The boys ignored him, following the scent to the side of the house where there was unsettled soil, as well as a flower that made their noses itch but it was enough to bring them back to their own senses. Scott turned with questioning eyes to Derek, “That smell, it smells like blood,”
Stiles then had this flash in his eyes like he remembered something, the body, “The body, of the lady in the woods,”
He started, turning to face Derek with questioning eyes, watching as a scowl appeared on his handsome face; no Stiles isn’t going to rethink that, just store it away for later. Derek took a few strides forward before stopping at the overturned soil. A look of sadness and angry flashing across his face before it disappeared into an emotionless mask. “Her name was Laura, she was my older sister and a Alpha.”
This piped the boys interest but that doesn’t explain why the smell is here unless, Stiles felt his irritation skyrocket, glaring at the back of Derek’s head, “Please tell me you were not stupid enough to tamper with a crime and move the body, if they find it they will arrest you and find out you’re a wolfie and you can drag us all down with you into the government secret test labs, no thank you,”
A growl from the older man stopped Stiles in his rant, making the poor lad take a step back, it might of affected him but Scott was angry and standing strong, “So it was you, you ruined our lives!”
“It wasn’t me, why would I kill my own sister, the last family I have left, the last Pack I had. And besides, we are beta’s not Alpha’s only a Alpha’s bite can change someone to be a werewolf,” Derek bit out, bright blue eyes glaring at Scott, a deep rumble in his chest before he walked forward back to the front with the other two following him, glancing back to the up turned soil before stopping by the steps. Stiles sat down, sending glances at Derek and Scott as they continued to glare at each other.
“Look, don’t worry about the body, the cops have already established that animals might of taken the other halve of the body and I have taken certain measures to prevent them from catching on,” Derek explained, leaning again the non burnt wall of the old family house, the blue of his eyes dying off to leave behind his normal eye colour. Stiles opened his bag before pulling out a small note pad and a pen, opening it to a page covered in writing.
“Ok, first Question, how does this all work,” Stiles started, breaking the tension that was thick in the air to the point of suffocation, Derek looked at his pad with a slightly raised eyebrow before speaking, ignoring the other still angry teen.
“There are three types of Wolves, Beta’s that is what we are, Omegas, the lone wolves without a pack and the Alpha. The Alpha has red eyes and only its bite can change a person into a wolf,” He explained flashing his blue eyes at Scott, most likely hoping and praying that the other boy would understand this, “As I’ve explained this before, I wasn’t the one who bit you, Laura was a Alpha but a Omega killed her, and then you lot come along and get bit by the New Alpha,”
“So we are with this new Alpha, why haven’t we met it yet?” Stiles continued with his attack of questions, properly driving the older mad but he had questions that Derek said he could answer so he can’t complain, despite the eyes glaring into his soul and slowly killing him as he answered, “He has been trying but I was stopping you, if you join his pack officially, he might get you to kill someone as a initiation,”
This caused fear to freeze both the teens veins, it might get them to kill, wait but does that mean it is still after them, “That is what it seems like, ive only briefly seen it but I’ve smelt it, its covered in angry and hate. With the fate that it bit and turned two teens without their consent proves it’s mad and unstable,”
Stiles continued with writing down his answers ignoring the glares from Scott directed at him and Derek, Scott really needed to keep a cool head and learn something, it might just save his life, when Stiles isn’t there to do it for him. “So must one of us kill him then?”
Derek nodded, jumping of the veranda and standing before the teens on the group. “Yes, but that means that who kills him becomes an Alpha, and you two are new and I’ve been raised as a beta,” Scott got to his feet, and began pacing, trying to absorb this information that was being given to him, it seemed to fake, a story or fantasy, even a bad dream.
“Look, I will try to answer any questions you guys have and I am trying to be nice,” Derek said, it looked like it was painful for him to say that, like he didn’t want to be babysitting some teens who got bit and are no puppies, but he said he would answer.
Derek immediately began to regret his decision from the attack of Stiles Stilinski and his ADHD mind of Question, but he did offer.