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justlurkinghere) wrote2013-07-16 08:17 pm
justlurkinghere) wrote2013-07-16 08:17 pm
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A Parking Garage, Beacon Hills - Tuesday Evening
Training Scott to be more aware of his surroundings if they wanted to catch the Alpha would have been easier had he been able to spend more than a day or two at a time working on it. But the kid apparently still needed to go to school and kidnapping was right out of the question.
For now.
So, he was settling for some good ol' fashioned stalking the kid in a parking garage as he carried groceries to his car. Or would, if he could find the car. It was really starting to get on Derek's nerves at this rate. He wasn't anymore than two cars away from Scott, and still nothing.
"Oh, crap," he heard the kid mutter as a bottle of coffee creamer rolled under a car, in Derek's direction.
He would have thought maybe it was a clever ploy to draw him out, but Scott's heartbeat didn't change. So, Derek did the helpful thing and gave the creamer a nudge right on back. With his claws.
Oops?
Once he heard Scott take off running, he grinned and gave chase. He was fast, Derek had to give him that. But he wasn't aware enough of his abilities to make a decent escape. The kid's heartbeat thundered from where he was hiding behind a car before--
Car alarms blared, nearly deafening Derek and letting the kid get away before he could get his bearings. Okay, that? That was pretty clever of him.
But it wasn't clever enough as, once Derek's hearing cleared a little, the sound of a cellphone gave him a pinpoint to Scott's position and he was yanking him up and over to land hard on the hood of a car. "You're dead," Derek said, staring down at him.
Scott looked bewildered once he realized that wasn't actually accurate. Once Derek let him up and started back toward where Scott had left his groceries, he was followed by a, "What–what the hell was that?"
"Said I was gonna teach you. I didn't say when." Oh yeah. Nailed that one. He might have been brainstorming that line for most of the evening.
"You scared the crap out of me!" Scott snapped, jogging to keep up with his pace.
Derek gave a delicate little sniff, looking over at him. "Not yet."
Werewolf made a funny.
"Okay, but I was fast, right?" Yes, he was fast.
"Not fast enough," Derek replied.
"But–but the car alarm thing, that was smart, right?"
"Till your phone rang, Scott," he shot back. Because that was dangerous. Put it on silent like you're going to the movies. God.
"Yeah, but that was–I mean–" Scott huffed, stopping in place. "Would you just stop? Please?" Derek turned in place to watch him at that. "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."
He didn't let himself feel guilty about the Sheriff because he was pretty sure if something really happened, Stiles would murder him. So. "Look, I am what I am because of birth," Derek replied. "You were bitten. Teaching someone who was bitten takes time. I don't even know if I can teach you."
He could barely deal with Jack! Jackson was even worse.
"What do I have to do?" Scott asked.
"You have to get rid of distractions," Derek replied, reaching over to snag the cell phone out of Scott's hand. "You see this? This is why I caught you. You want me to teach you? Get rid of her."
Before she tried to kill you and Derek. Just like her aunt, just like the rest of her fmaily.
"What, just because of her family?" Scott asked, oblivious the surge of rage that any mention of the Argents tended to give Derek. Which would be why he was surprised when Derek threw the damn phone against the wall with enough force to shatter it. "Wait–wait–whoa–whoa!"
"You getting angry?" Derek asked, controlling his own rage to something he could use. "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."
"I can get angry," Scott replied, narrowing his eyes with all the rage of a small puppy.
"Not angry enough. This is the only way that I can teach you. Now, can you stay away from
her?" He had a feeling that 'forever' wasn't an option here. "At least until after the full moon?"
"If that's what it takes." But there was a flutter of his heartbeat at it.
"Do you want to live? Do you want to protect your friends?" Derek demanded, trying a different tactic. "Yes or no?"
"Yes. If you can teach me, I can stay away from her."
Well, Derek certainly hoped so. But, that was because he wasn't aware of how star-crossed lovers this whole thing really was.
[[NFB, NFI, taken from Heart Monitor]]
For now.
So, he was settling for some good ol' fashioned stalking the kid in a parking garage as he carried groceries to his car. Or would, if he could find the car. It was really starting to get on Derek's nerves at this rate. He wasn't anymore than two cars away from Scott, and still nothing.
"Oh, crap," he heard the kid mutter as a bottle of coffee creamer rolled under a car, in Derek's direction.
He would have thought maybe it was a clever ploy to draw him out, but Scott's heartbeat didn't change. So, Derek did the helpful thing and gave the creamer a nudge right on back. With his claws.
Oops?
Once he heard Scott take off running, he grinned and gave chase. He was fast, Derek had to give him that. But he wasn't aware enough of his abilities to make a decent escape. The kid's heartbeat thundered from where he was hiding behind a car before--
Car alarms blared, nearly deafening Derek and letting the kid get away before he could get his bearings. Okay, that? That was pretty clever of him.
But it wasn't clever enough as, once Derek's hearing cleared a little, the sound of a cellphone gave him a pinpoint to Scott's position and he was yanking him up and over to land hard on the hood of a car. "You're dead," Derek said, staring down at him.
Scott looked bewildered once he realized that wasn't actually accurate. Once Derek let him up and started back toward where Scott had left his groceries, he was followed by a, "What–what the hell was that?"
"Said I was gonna teach you. I didn't say when." Oh yeah. Nailed that one. He might have been brainstorming that line for most of the evening.
"You scared the crap out of me!" Scott snapped, jogging to keep up with his pace.
Derek gave a delicate little sniff, looking over at him. "Not yet."
Werewolf made a funny.
"Okay, but I was fast, right?" Yes, he was fast.
"Not fast enough," Derek replied.
"But–but the car alarm thing, that was smart, right?"
"Till your phone rang, Scott," he shot back. Because that was dangerous. Put it on silent like you're going to the movies. God.
"Yeah, but that was–I mean–" Scott huffed, stopping in place. "Would you just stop? Please?" Derek turned in place to watch him at that. "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."
He didn't let himself feel guilty about the Sheriff because he was pretty sure if something really happened, Stiles would murder him. So. "Look, I am what I am because of birth," Derek replied. "You were bitten. Teaching someone who was bitten takes time. I don't even know if I can teach you."
He could barely deal with Jack! Jackson was even worse.
"What do I have to do?" Scott asked.
"You have to get rid of distractions," Derek replied, reaching over to snag the cell phone out of Scott's hand. "You see this? This is why I caught you. You want me to teach you? Get rid of her."
Before she tried to kill you and Derek. Just like her aunt, just like the rest of her fmaily.
"What, just because of her family?" Scott asked, oblivious the surge of rage that any mention of the Argents tended to give Derek. Which would be why he was surprised when Derek threw the damn phone against the wall with enough force to shatter it. "Wait–wait–whoa–whoa!"
"You getting angry?" Derek asked, controlling his own rage to something he could use. "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."
"I can get angry," Scott replied, narrowing his eyes with all the rage of a small puppy.
"Not angry enough. This is the only way that I can teach you. Now, can you stay away from
her?" He had a feeling that 'forever' wasn't an option here. "At least until after the full moon?"
"If that's what it takes." But there was a flutter of his heartbeat at it.
"Do you want to live? Do you want to protect your friends?" Derek demanded, trying a different tactic. "Yes or no?"
"Yes. If you can teach me, I can stay away from her."
Well, Derek certainly hoped so. But, that was because he wasn't aware of how star-crossed lovers this whole thing really was.
[[NFB, NFI, taken from Heart Monitor]]