Beacon Hills, Saturday Night
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justlurkinghereDespite so much time passing in Fandom and the writer's life goin' cray-cray barely a week had passed in Beacon Hills. Because that made complete and total sense. Really.
Just go with it.
The Alpha had been out again, this time at the local video store for some reason, killing the clerk who worked there, but sparing Jackson and his girlfriend for reasons beyond explanation. Though, really, Derek wasn't so surprised since he was aware that Jackson was alive, well, werewolfy, and a douchebag back on Fandom.
Perched up on top of the store with Scott like a pair of ridiculous vigilantes, they watched Sheriff Stilinski deal with Jackson's attitude while Stiles was Stiles in the background.
"Starting to get it?" Derek asked, watching the mass of people below. How the hell none of them saw the two guys hanging out above a crime scene was just a mystery for the ages.
Scott shook his head at that. Because he was an adorable little puppy and Derek wished he wasn't cursed to be the only werewolf in this town at the moment who wasn't murderous. "Uh, I get that he's killing people, but I don't get why," he said, looking back at Derek. "I mean, this isn't standard practice, right? We don't go out in the middle of the night murdering everyone, do we?"
Oh, for the love of god. "No," Derek replied, pursing his lips for a moment in annoyance. "We're predators. We don't have to be killers."
"Then why is he a killer?"
Derek turned, leading him back off the roof where no ominous symbols lurked. "That's what we're gonna find out."
"You know, I have a life," Scott called after them once they were safely away from the police and somehow back at the burned out Hale house.
"No, you don't," Derek replied, not bothering to look back. He'd be fine. Stiles' Scott was still alive, right?
That earned Derek enough of an outraged sputter that he turned to see Scott snap, "Yes, I do! I don't care what you say about him making me his pet or–or--"
"Part of his pack," Derek filled in helpfully.
"Whatever. I have homework to do. I have to go to a parent/teacher conference tomorrow
because I'm failing chemistry."
Yeah, because that was important when there was a murderous alpha running around.
"You wanna do homework? Or do you wanna--" Derek pretended to give that some thought. "--not die? You have--" Oh crap, how much time until that here?" --less than a week until the full moon. You don't kill with him, he kills you."
"Okay, seriously, who made up these rules?" Scott demanded.
Hey, it was just a guess on Derek's part here. Don't question it or ask for an explanation. "It's a rite of passage into his pack."
Scott sighed, twisting in place in frustration. "You know what else is a rite of passage? Graduating from high school. And you don't have to kill anyone to do it! Why can't you just find him yourself? Why can't you just sniff him out when he's a human?"
Because Alphas can hide their scents, Scott. It sucked.
"Because his human scent could be entirely different. It has to be you." God help him. "You have a connection with him, a link that you can't understand. If I can teach you to control your abilities, you can find him."
Derek hoped, at least.
"So if I help you– you can stop him?" Scott asked warily.
"Not alone." Not unless he wanted to die like Laura did. "We're stronger in numbers. A pack makes the individual more powerful."
"How am I supposed to help if I have no idea what I'm doing?"
Seriously, like Derek knew?
Derek drew himself up, trying to look more confident than he felt. "Because I'm gonna teach you. Do you remember what happened that first night you were shot in the arm– Right after you were hit?"
"Yeah, I changed back," Scott replied with a frown.
"And when you were hit by his car, same thing, right? What's the common denominator?" Derek asked, reaching over to grab his forearm, squeezing until the snap of bone filled the air. It was a harsher lesson than he would have liked, but there really was not time with the full moon coming up so soon.
"What the hell are you doing?" Scott shouted, pain coloring his voice.
"It'll heal, Scott." In a little time.
"It still hurt!"
Well, duh. "And that's what keeps you human–" Derek said pointedly. "Pain." Wow, that was some real healthy thinking there, Derek. "Maybe you will survive."
Because he really could not do this alone.
[[NFB, NFI, taken from The Tell!]]
Just go with it.
The Alpha had been out again, this time at the local video store for some reason, killing the clerk who worked there, but sparing Jackson and his girlfriend for reasons beyond explanation. Though, really, Derek wasn't so surprised since he was aware that Jackson was alive, well, werewolfy, and a douchebag back on Fandom.
Perched up on top of the store with Scott like a pair of ridiculous vigilantes, they watched Sheriff Stilinski deal with Jackson's attitude while Stiles was Stiles in the background.
"Starting to get it?" Derek asked, watching the mass of people below. How the hell none of them saw the two guys hanging out above a crime scene was just a mystery for the ages.
Scott shook his head at that. Because he was an adorable little puppy and Derek wished he wasn't cursed to be the only werewolf in this town at the moment who wasn't murderous. "Uh, I get that he's killing people, but I don't get why," he said, looking back at Derek. "I mean, this isn't standard practice, right? We don't go out in the middle of the night murdering everyone, do we?"
Oh, for the love of god. "No," Derek replied, pursing his lips for a moment in annoyance. "We're predators. We don't have to be killers."
"Then why is he a killer?"
Derek turned, leading him back off the roof where no ominous symbols lurked. "That's what we're gonna find out."
"You know, I have a life," Scott called after them once they were safely away from the police and somehow back at the burned out Hale house.
"No, you don't," Derek replied, not bothering to look back. He'd be fine. Stiles' Scott was still alive, right?
That earned Derek enough of an outraged sputter that he turned to see Scott snap, "Yes, I do! I don't care what you say about him making me his pet or–or--"
"Part of his pack," Derek filled in helpfully.
"Whatever. I have homework to do. I have to go to a parent/teacher conference tomorrow
because I'm failing chemistry."
Yeah, because that was important when there was a murderous alpha running around.
"You wanna do homework? Or do you wanna--" Derek pretended to give that some thought. "--not die? You have--" Oh crap, how much time until that here?" --less than a week until the full moon. You don't kill with him, he kills you."
"Okay, seriously, who made up these rules?" Scott demanded.
Hey, it was just a guess on Derek's part here. Don't question it or ask for an explanation. "It's a rite of passage into his pack."
Scott sighed, twisting in place in frustration. "You know what else is a rite of passage? Graduating from high school. And you don't have to kill anyone to do it! Why can't you just find him yourself? Why can't you just sniff him out when he's a human?"
Because Alphas can hide their scents, Scott. It sucked.
"Because his human scent could be entirely different. It has to be you." God help him. "You have a connection with him, a link that you can't understand. If I can teach you to control your abilities, you can find him."
Derek hoped, at least.
"So if I help you– you can stop him?" Scott asked warily.
"Not alone." Not unless he wanted to die like Laura did. "We're stronger in numbers. A pack makes the individual more powerful."
"How am I supposed to help if I have no idea what I'm doing?"
Seriously, like Derek knew?
Derek drew himself up, trying to look more confident than he felt. "Because I'm gonna teach you. Do you remember what happened that first night you were shot in the arm– Right after you were hit?"
"Yeah, I changed back," Scott replied with a frown.
"And when you were hit by his car, same thing, right? What's the common denominator?" Derek asked, reaching over to grab his forearm, squeezing until the snap of bone filled the air. It was a harsher lesson than he would have liked, but there really was not time with the full moon coming up so soon.
"What the hell are you doing?" Scott shouted, pain coloring his voice.
"It'll heal, Scott." In a little time.
"It still hurt!"
Well, duh. "And that's what keeps you human–" Derek said pointedly. "Pain." Wow, that was some real healthy thinking there, Derek. "Maybe you will survive."
Because he really could not do this alone.
[[NFB, NFI, taken from The Tell!]]
