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justlurkinghere) wrote2013-01-17 12:34 pm
justlurkinghere) wrote2013-01-17 12:34 pm
McCall Residence - Beacon Hills, Thursday Evening
After a very normal and completely non-creepy time watching McCall at Lacrosse practice, Derek needed to go get the kid back in line. Because the amount of control he'd seen in Stiles' version of the kid (as little as it was) didn't seem to be in this one. He'd nearly shifted and murdered a teenager or two.
Not that Derek had lurked outside the locker room or anything to make sure it didn't actually happen or anything. That would have been weird.
Yeah.
So, instead, he was just going to show up at the kid's house. Lucky for him, the mom was leaving to go to work as he arrived. No one wanted to deal with parents.Because his parents were deeeeaaaaad.
Scott was on the computer, an image of Stiles with some completely ridiculous toy gun on the screen. "What'd you find out?"
"Well, it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder."
Derek's heart ached for that poor, poor boy. Really.
"Because of me?" Yes, Scott. Because of you.
Stiles had a better reason, though. "Because he's a tool."
"But is he gonna play?"
Stiles on the computer shrugged. "Well, they don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday."
The screen froze up for a moment as Stiles seemed to squint at the picture of Scott he was getting.The words 'It looks like' showed up in the corner of the screen
"What? It looks like what?" Scott asked, completely ignoring Derek's presence behind him. Really, this is what he had to work with to hunt down this alpha? For the love of god. Derek resisted the urge to clear his throat as Scott tapped on the keyboard in an attempt to make whatever Stiles was typing load faster. "Come on. Damn it."
The next part of the sentence finally came through as 'someone's behind you.' "What?" Scott asked, turning just as Derek grabbed him to slam against the wall, his forearm against the back of the kid's neck. Less chance of getting clawed or bit that way.
"I saw you on the field," Derek hissed, keeping a firm grip on the brat.
"Wha–what are you talking about?" Scott, no. Don't try to play this game with him.
"You shifted in front of them." Did he really not understand how dangerous this was? "If they find out what you are, they find out about me. About all of us. And then it's not just the hunters after us, it's everyone."
Understand now?
"But–They didn't see anything! I..s–swear, I–" Okay, apparently not with the quick on the uptake.
"And they won't," Derek hissed. "Because if you even try to play in that game on Saturday– I'm gonna kill you myself." Okay, probably not kill, but he'd kidnap him or something. That was normal, right?
He pinned McCall in place one last time before taking off. Like a completely normal person who was not creepy at all. In a teenage boy's room.
[[NFB, NFI! Taken from Second Chance at First Line]]
Not that Derek had lurked outside the locker room or anything to make sure it didn't actually happen or anything. That would have been weird.
Yeah.
So, instead, he was just going to show up at the kid's house. Lucky for him, the mom was leaving to go to work as he arrived. No one wanted to deal with parents.
Scott was on the computer, an image of Stiles with some completely ridiculous toy gun on the screen. "What'd you find out?"
"Well, it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder."
Derek's heart ached for that poor, poor boy. Really.
"Because of me?" Yes, Scott. Because of you.
Stiles had a better reason, though. "Because he's a tool."
"But is he gonna play?"
Stiles on the computer shrugged. "Well, they don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday."
The screen froze up for a moment as Stiles seemed to squint at the picture of Scott he was getting.The words 'It looks like' showed up in the corner of the screen
"What? It looks like what?" Scott asked, completely ignoring Derek's presence behind him. Really, this is what he had to work with to hunt down this alpha? For the love of god. Derek resisted the urge to clear his throat as Scott tapped on the keyboard in an attempt to make whatever Stiles was typing load faster. "Come on. Damn it."
The next part of the sentence finally came through as 'someone's behind you.' "What?" Scott asked, turning just as Derek grabbed him to slam against the wall, his forearm against the back of the kid's neck. Less chance of getting clawed or bit that way.
"I saw you on the field," Derek hissed, keeping a firm grip on the brat.
"Wha–what are you talking about?" Scott, no. Don't try to play this game with him.
"You shifted in front of them." Did he really not understand how dangerous this was? "If they find out what you are, they find out about me. About all of us. And then it's not just the hunters after us, it's everyone."
Understand now?
"But–They didn't see anything! I..s–swear, I–" Okay, apparently not with the quick on the uptake.
"And they won't," Derek hissed. "Because if you even try to play in that game on Saturday– I'm gonna kill you myself." Okay, probably not kill, but he'd kidnap him or something. That was normal, right?
He pinned McCall in place one last time before taking off. Like a completely normal person who was not creepy at all. In a teenage boy's room.
[[NFB, NFI! Taken from Second Chance at First Line]]