Hale House Beacon Hills, Monday Afternoon
Jan. 21st, 2013 03:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
justlurkinghereThe police were keeping an eye on his old house. One of the many problems that stemmed from being arrested. Yet another reason to hate one Stiles Stiliniski. He couldn't help but wonder, though, if they thought he had something to do with the attack on the bus driver at the school.
The deputy pulled up, parking his car in what had been a very nice front yard when Derek had seen it as a teenager. Time and a number of emergency vehicles had ruined that pretty quickly. "It looks pretty deserted, dispatch. Did you want me to take a look inside?"
"Unit 16, it's county property." The radio came back. "Order's to make sure it's vacant."
He wasn't sure if it was insulting they thought he actually lived here.
"I don't–I don't think anyone's home," the deputy said, not at all looking eager to check on the place as he stood next to the cruiser.
"For the love of God, 16, go inside and see if anyone's there."
The deputy sighed, taking a step toward the house. "Copy that." He paused only when the K-9 unit in the backseat barked suddenly. "Don't do that."
A dog? Derek could work with that. He let his eyes change, the predatory instincts coming to the surface along with it. It was enough to get the poor animal in the car worked up into a frenzy of fear. It only got worse when Derek let out a low, rumbling growl. That got the dog trying to escape from the cruiser by any means necessary. And the deputy rushing back to calm the dog and get the hell away from what he probably assumed was a haunted out. "Okay, I'm coming. I'm coming."
Idiot.
As soon as the cruiser was only a distant sound, he spotted Scott coming out of the treeline, toward the house. He didn't look aggressive this time, at least. "I know you can hear me," Scott said, sounding nervous. "I need your help."
Now he wanted help? Of course. Derek sighed, carefully making his way down to the porch of the house. It hadn't been burned quite as bad as the back, thankfully. Pushing open the front door, he was greeted by the sight of the dumbest werewolf he'd ever had the misfortune to know.
"Okay. I know I was part of you getting arrested and that we basically announced you being
here to the hunters," Scott said, eyes unable to stay on Derek's face. "I also don't know what happened to your sister. But I think I did something last night. I had a dream about– someone. But someone else got hurt. And it turns out that part of the dream might have actually happened.
"You think you attacked the driver?" Derek asked, keeping his hands in the pockets of his jacket.
Scott's eyes went wide. Because clearly he couldn't put two and two together. "Did you see what I did last night?"
"No."
"Can you at least tell me the truth?" Scott asked plaintively. "Am I gonna hurt someone?"
Rate he was going? "Yes."
"Could I kill someone?"
"Yes." Again a big duh if you asked Derek.
Scott did not look like he was taking this very well. "Am I gonna kill someone?"
"Probably." Sorry, kid. You're a werewolf. Great power comes great responsibility and all that. He watched that hit home as McCall paced away to try and catch his breath. "Look, I can show you how to remember. I can show you how to control the shift, even on a full moon. But it's not gonna come for free."
"What do you want?" Scott muttered, not looking at him.
Derek? Derek wanted a lot of things. Mostly to find who killed Laura and end them. "You'll find out," he replied instead. "But for now, I'm gonna give you what you want. Go back to the bus. Go inside. See it, feel it. Let your senses– your sight, smell, touch– let them remember for you."
He was just going to ignore how dubious McCall looked now. "That's it? Just–just go back?"
"Do you want to know what happened?"
"I just want to know if I hurt him," Scott replied.
It was really all Derek could do not to roll his eyes. "No, you don't. You want to know if you'll hurt her." And he didn't really need to say which 'her' it was, did he?
[[NFI, NFB! Taken from Pack Mentality]]
The deputy pulled up, parking his car in what had been a very nice front yard when Derek had seen it as a teenager. Time and a number of emergency vehicles had ruined that pretty quickly. "It looks pretty deserted, dispatch. Did you want me to take a look inside?"
"Unit 16, it's county property." The radio came back. "Order's to make sure it's vacant."
He wasn't sure if it was insulting they thought he actually lived here.
"I don't–I don't think anyone's home," the deputy said, not at all looking eager to check on the place as he stood next to the cruiser.
"For the love of God, 16, go inside and see if anyone's there."
The deputy sighed, taking a step toward the house. "Copy that." He paused only when the K-9 unit in the backseat barked suddenly. "Don't do that."
A dog? Derek could work with that. He let his eyes change, the predatory instincts coming to the surface along with it. It was enough to get the poor animal in the car worked up into a frenzy of fear. It only got worse when Derek let out a low, rumbling growl. That got the dog trying to escape from the cruiser by any means necessary. And the deputy rushing back to calm the dog and get the hell away from what he probably assumed was a haunted out. "Okay, I'm coming. I'm coming."
Idiot.
As soon as the cruiser was only a distant sound, he spotted Scott coming out of the treeline, toward the house. He didn't look aggressive this time, at least. "I know you can hear me," Scott said, sounding nervous. "I need your help."
Now he wanted help? Of course. Derek sighed, carefully making his way down to the porch of the house. It hadn't been burned quite as bad as the back, thankfully. Pushing open the front door, he was greeted by the sight of the dumbest werewolf he'd ever had the misfortune to know.
"Okay. I know I was part of you getting arrested and that we basically announced you being
here to the hunters," Scott said, eyes unable to stay on Derek's face. "I also don't know what happened to your sister. But I think I did something last night. I had a dream about– someone. But someone else got hurt. And it turns out that part of the dream might have actually happened.
"You think you attacked the driver?" Derek asked, keeping his hands in the pockets of his jacket.
Scott's eyes went wide. Because clearly he couldn't put two and two together. "Did you see what I did last night?"
"No."
"Can you at least tell me the truth?" Scott asked plaintively. "Am I gonna hurt someone?"
Rate he was going? "Yes."
"Could I kill someone?"
"Yes." Again a big duh if you asked Derek.
Scott did not look like he was taking this very well. "Am I gonna kill someone?"
"Probably." Sorry, kid. You're a werewolf. Great power comes great responsibility and all that. He watched that hit home as McCall paced away to try and catch his breath. "Look, I can show you how to remember. I can show you how to control the shift, even on a full moon. But it's not gonna come for free."
"What do you want?" Scott muttered, not looking at him.
Derek? Derek wanted a lot of things. Mostly to find who killed Laura and end them. "You'll find out," he replied instead. "But for now, I'm gonna give you what you want. Go back to the bus. Go inside. See it, feel it. Let your senses– your sight, smell, touch– let them remember for you."
He was just going to ignore how dubious McCall looked now. "That's it? Just–just go back?"
"Do you want to know what happened?"
"I just want to know if I hurt him," Scott replied.
It was really all Derek could do not to roll his eyes. "No, you don't. You want to know if you'll hurt her." And he didn't really need to say which 'her' it was, did he?
[[NFI, NFB! Taken from Pack Mentality]]
