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justlurkinghereBecause Derek just did not have enough issues with this high school, of course this was where he tracked the Alpha to. Of course!
He stalked down the hallway, listening for a heartbeat and following the trail before he got a whiff of acrid terror.
"Please don't kill me."
Derek stopped in his tracks, head turning to locate the source of the voice in one of the many classrooms. It was faint enough that he was going to need to run to find this Harris guy before the Alpha murdered him.
"Do you know who wrote that list?" The Alpha's voice was distorted by the change, so that didn't help him at all. But he was able to pinpoint where to run to. Now just to remember how to navigate this damn building.
"Laura–Laura Hale."
Derek came to a halt, breath suddenly out of his lungs before he recovered himself and took off running again. He could hear whoever the man being threatened was begging for his life, but he wasn't really paying attention to the words as he burst into the classroom.
"Get down!" Derek snapped, grabbing the man and forcing him down before the alpha could throw a chair at where they'd both just been. By the time he looked back up, he was alone in the room with--a chemistry teacher. Just perfect.
And then, thanks to McCall and his big mouth, that would be when sirens rang just outside, flood lights illuminating the darkened classroom.
"This is the police. You're surrounded. No one leave the building."
Motherfucker. He was going to murder those kids for this. Or look really surly at them.
Derek took that as his cue to make a leaf and get the hell out of there before he was arrested for a crime he didn't commit yet again based on the accusations of a pair of douchebag teenage boys. And it probably did not help his case that he was running from the police, but he really had more important things to worry about.
Oh, like the Argents showing up mid-chase in order to cut off his escape.
He slid on the ground like a baseball player into a base, scrambling back up onto his feet to change direction before either the police or the hunters could get out of their cars to follow him. Some completely insane part of him went 'And this is why we practice running' for the next time he dragged Stiles out for a jog. If he did that again.
Christ his life was complicated.
Fast on his heels he could both hear and smell a pair of police dogs being sent to subdue him and would have sighed had he not been more occupied. Instead, he turned in place, hissing at them through fangs and electric blue eyes until they turned tail and ran back whimpering.
Great. Now he just had to get out of there before they sent in any officers. Derek looked around, trying to find the best exit when a flash of light hit the wall behind him, forcing him to look away until his vision cleared again. An adapted flash bang for an arrow, he already knew.
Because hunters were nothing if not inventive and terrible.
Another hit to his right, sending him spinning to find cover. He looked up to find Chris Argent switching out an archaic weapon for something a little more semi-automatic as the familiar squeal of tires sounded behind him. He had never been so happy to see Scott and Stiles in his goddamn life.
"Get in," Stiles said, shoving the passenger door open as he vacated that position for the back seat.
Derek made a dive, feeling the sting of bullets graze his legs before he got the door shut and they were off. Wait. Why was Scott driving Laura's--his car? When did he say Scott could drive his car? This was so far from being okay with him.
"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott demanded, still driving the goddamn car.
"You're the one who called me to come back," Derek snapped right on back. Because nothing was going right tonight. Nothing at all. "I almost had him."
Stiles picked that moment to chime in, reminding Derek of his presence. "Who, the Alpha?
"Yes!" Who else, you morons? "He was right in front of me, and the f--friggin' police showed up." Wow, teaching with Pinkie Pie was ruining his ability to swear.
"Whoa," Stiles said, shoving himself more into Derek's personal space than he was strictly comfortable with right now considering... everything. "Hey, they're just doing their jobs–"
Derek cut him off with a withering glare until the kid sat back again. "Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state."
"Can we seriously get past that?" Scott whined defensively. "I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."
No, a mistake would have been 'Oh no, I dinged the Camaro!' not 'So, you're now on America's Most Wanted. Sorry about that, Derek.'
"Alright. How did you find him?" Stiles asked, probably in some annoying attempt to defuse the situation.
"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott added. Because yeah, murder accusations were real good for trust.
Stiles' head reappeared from the back seat to say, "Yeah, both of us." Then he stopped at another glare from Derek. Why couldn't this work on the Stiles in Fandom still? Oh right. Dating that one now. "Or just him. I'll be back here."
Thank god, he didn't need Scott looking confused when he lied about not trusting Stiles.
"Look the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out," Derek said once Stiles was hiding from him. He now felt better about his lot in life. Slightly. "She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."
"Our chemistry teacher?" Yeah, Derek was pretty sure all version of Stiles had a pathological inability to shut up now.
"Why him?" Scott asked.
"I don't know yet." He really didn't. Because if he did, this mystery would be over too soon and we couldn't have a million fake outs on who the Alpha is!
"What's the second?"
"Some kind of symbol," Derek muttered, digging in the glove compartment to pull out the drawing he'd found there when he'd gone looking for one of Laura's CDs. Next to him, Scott appeared to be having some sort of constipation attack. "What? You know what this is?"
"I've seen it on a necklace," Scott admitted, trying hard to focus on driving now. "Allison's necklace."
Oh. Derek's stomach dropped. Argents, of course. He'd never seen Kate wear that necklace, but somehow it wouldn't surprise him that it was a family thing.
[[NFB, NFI, taken from Wolfsbane!]]
He stalked down the hallway, listening for a heartbeat and following the trail before he got a whiff of acrid terror.
"Please don't kill me."
Derek stopped in his tracks, head turning to locate the source of the voice in one of the many classrooms. It was faint enough that he was going to need to run to find this Harris guy before the Alpha murdered him.
"Do you know who wrote that list?" The Alpha's voice was distorted by the change, so that didn't help him at all. But he was able to pinpoint where to run to. Now just to remember how to navigate this damn building.
"Laura–Laura Hale."
Derek came to a halt, breath suddenly out of his lungs before he recovered himself and took off running again. He could hear whoever the man being threatened was begging for his life, but he wasn't really paying attention to the words as he burst into the classroom.
"Get down!" Derek snapped, grabbing the man and forcing him down before the alpha could throw a chair at where they'd both just been. By the time he looked back up, he was alone in the room with--a chemistry teacher. Just perfect.
And then, thanks to McCall and his big mouth, that would be when sirens rang just outside, flood lights illuminating the darkened classroom.
"This is the police. You're surrounded. No one leave the building."
Motherfucker. He was going to murder those kids for this. Or look really surly at them.
Derek took that as his cue to make a leaf and get the hell out of there before he was arrested for a crime he didn't commit yet again based on the accusations of a pair of douchebag teenage boys. And it probably did not help his case that he was running from the police, but he really had more important things to worry about.
Oh, like the Argents showing up mid-chase in order to cut off his escape.
He slid on the ground like a baseball player into a base, scrambling back up onto his feet to change direction before either the police or the hunters could get out of their cars to follow him. Some completely insane part of him went 'And this is why we practice running' for the next time he dragged Stiles out for a jog. If he did that again.
Christ his life was complicated.
Fast on his heels he could both hear and smell a pair of police dogs being sent to subdue him and would have sighed had he not been more occupied. Instead, he turned in place, hissing at them through fangs and electric blue eyes until they turned tail and ran back whimpering.
Great. Now he just had to get out of there before they sent in any officers. Derek looked around, trying to find the best exit when a flash of light hit the wall behind him, forcing him to look away until his vision cleared again. An adapted flash bang for an arrow, he already knew.
Because hunters were nothing if not inventive and terrible.
Another hit to his right, sending him spinning to find cover. He looked up to find Chris Argent switching out an archaic weapon for something a little more semi-automatic as the familiar squeal of tires sounded behind him. He had never been so happy to see Scott and Stiles in his goddamn life.
"Get in," Stiles said, shoving the passenger door open as he vacated that position for the back seat.
Derek made a dive, feeling the sting of bullets graze his legs before he got the door shut and they were off. Wait. Why was Scott driving Laura's--his car? When did he say Scott could drive his car? This was so far from being okay with him.
"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott demanded, still driving the goddamn car.
"You're the one who called me to come back," Derek snapped right on back. Because nothing was going right tonight. Nothing at all. "I almost had him."
Stiles picked that moment to chime in, reminding Derek of his presence. "Who, the Alpha?
"Yes!" Who else, you morons? "He was right in front of me, and the f--friggin' police showed up." Wow, teaching with Pinkie Pie was ruining his ability to swear.
"Whoa," Stiles said, shoving himself more into Derek's personal space than he was strictly comfortable with right now considering... everything. "Hey, they're just doing their jobs–"
Derek cut him off with a withering glare until the kid sat back again. "Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state."
"Can we seriously get past that?" Scott whined defensively. "I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."
No, a mistake would have been 'Oh no, I dinged the Camaro!' not 'So, you're now on America's Most Wanted. Sorry about that, Derek.'
"Alright. How did you find him?" Stiles asked, probably in some annoying attempt to defuse the situation.
"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott added. Because yeah, murder accusations were real good for trust.
Stiles' head reappeared from the back seat to say, "Yeah, both of us." Then he stopped at another glare from Derek. Why couldn't this work on the Stiles in Fandom still? Oh right. Dating that one now. "Or just him. I'll be back here."
Thank god, he didn't need Scott looking confused when he lied about not trusting Stiles.
"Look the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out," Derek said once Stiles was hiding from him. He now felt better about his lot in life. Slightly. "She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."
"Our chemistry teacher?" Yeah, Derek was pretty sure all version of Stiles had a pathological inability to shut up now.
"Why him?" Scott asked.
"I don't know yet." He really didn't. Because if he did, this mystery would be over too soon and we couldn't have a million fake outs on who the Alpha is!
"What's the second?"
"Some kind of symbol," Derek muttered, digging in the glove compartment to pull out the drawing he'd found there when he'd gone looking for one of Laura's CDs. Next to him, Scott appeared to be having some sort of constipation attack. "What? You know what this is?"
"I've seen it on a necklace," Scott admitted, trying hard to focus on driving now. "Allison's necklace."
Oh. Derek's stomach dropped. Argents, of course. He'd never seen Kate wear that necklace, but somehow it wouldn't surprise him that it was a family thing.
[[NFB, NFI, taken from Wolfsbane!]]
