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robinonadderall) wrote2012-11-07 09:47 am
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McCall Residence| Afternoon Into Evening
Stiles hadn't even been home long enough to say hello to his father before Scott called him saying he had to get down to the high school now. Apparently Erica and Isaac had struck during chemistry class and somehow got Lydia to try the kanima venom and nothing happened. Which meant Derek thought she was the kanima and was most likely going to try to kill her.
No way Stiles was going to let that happen. He'd kill Derek first. Or...glare at him really, really hard.
Scott had headed off to try to find proof that Lydia wasn't the kanima and ordered Stiles to pick up Lydia and Allison from school before Derek could get to her. Stiles came to a screeching halt in front of the school as soon as the bell rang and was pleased to see that Allison, Lydia and Jackson were there waiting for him.
"Hey guys, welcome, nice to see you again, get in the jeep," Stiles said, getting out and ushering Lydia into backseat first. "Quickly, into the jeep quickly."
"Why are we going with Stiles, I thought we were studying," Lydia said, narrowing her eyes. "Why can't we stay in the library?"
Jackson put his hand on Lydia's shoulder and shoved her towards the jeep. "Lydia just shut up and get into Stilinski's shitty jeep."
"God, I hate you," Stiles said, glaring.
"Feeling's mutual," Jackson said. "And nice hickey, Stilinski, you look like you've been mauled by an animal."
Stiles slapped his hand over his neck but it didn't stop Lydia and Allison from trying to see what Jackson was talking about. "We're kind of in a hurry here!"
That couldn't be argued with and Stiles was quick to shove Lydia and Jackson in the backseat of the jeep while Allison took a seat up front. But unfortunately it took a few minutes to get to Scott's house and Stiles needed both hands to drive and he couldn't cover his neck the entire way there.
"So who's the lucky girl?" Allison asked. "Or guy?"
Stiles almost swerved off the side of the road. "It's neither! I...I...ran into a door."
"So he or she's ugly then?" Lydia asked.
"He's not ugly!" Stiles said. "...because he is a door."
Jackson scoffed. "Stilinski, you are the worst liar on the planet. Nobody cares if you got some, though it might be an impending sign of the apocalypse..."
"Who invited you here, Jackson?" Stiles asked.
"Allison did."
Stiles glared over at Allison and she gave him one of those adorable Allison shrugs with the dimpley smile and everything, so he found it hard to stay mad at her. Thankfully they were pulling up to Scott's and they could focus on keeping Lydia safe rather than the complete disaster that was his neck after encountering Derek's teeth.
Stiles used his key to get inside Scott's house, thankful that Mrs. McCall was working the night shift at the hospital. As soon as everyone was inside he locked all the doors and placed a chair in front of the doorknob, earning an eyebrow raise from Lydia.
"There's been some break ins around here lately," Stiles explained. "...and a murder. Bad, bad part of town."
"If we're studying at Scott's then where's Scott?" Lydia asked. "And, again, why the hell is Stiles here?"
There was an awkward bit of silence. Lydia hadn't stopped asking questions since they left the school and, while he could understand her frustration, he was running out of lies to tell her. Allison gave Jackson a pointed look and he grabbed Lydia by the arm and started tugging her upstairs.
"Come on, Lydia," Jackson said. "We need to talk."
"Seriously?" Lydia asked. "What is going on with everyone?"
With Lydia out of the way, Stiles and Allison could prepare for the worst. Scott was supposed to catch up with them after school but the sun was setting and there hadn't been a sign of him. Allison and Stiles were by the front door and Allison had her crossbow at the ready. Stiles peaked out the window to see if Scott was coming up the street.
"Seriously though, who are you hooking up with?" Allison murmured as she looked out the other window. "Scott didn't say anything."
"Ran into a door!" Stiles said again, frowning. "A jerky, douchebag door that in no way resembles---Derek! Derek's outside!"
Sure enough standing out in the yard was Derek, Erica, Isaac and Boyd. Looking like some leather gang from Grease, in Stiles' opinion.
Allison looked out the window and chewed on her bottom lip. "I think I have to call my dad."
Stiles jerked his attention away from the window to gape at Allison. "But if he finds you here, you and Scott--"
"I know," she said. "But what are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us, they're here to kill Lydia."
"I've got an idea," Stiles said. "Shoot one of them."
"Are you serious?"
"We keep telling Scott we can protect ourselves, so let's do it," Stiles said. "At least give it a shot?"
Allison nodded. "Okay. Which one?"
"Derek. Shoot him. Preferably in the head." He deserved it, the hickey-giving jerk.
"Look, I've seen Scott catch an arrow before," she said. "If he can catch one, Derek definitely can."
"Fine, shoot one of the other three," Stiles said, slightly put out that he wouldn't get to see Derek shot in the head.
"You mean two."
"No, I mean--" Stiles looked out the window again. "Where the hell is Isaac?"
There was a growl and suddenly Isaac was there, knocking Allison's crossbow out of her hands and throwing her out of the way. Stiles backed away from the door, scrambling towards the dining room. Isaac followed, growling lowly and his eyes turning yellow. Stiles could hear a crashing noise upstairs and hoped that Jackson and Allison were enough to protect Lydia from the other wolves.
Stiles made a run for the kitchen but Isaac pounced, tackling him to the ground. Isaac flipped Stiles over, straddling his hips and putting a clawed hand against his throat, pinning him pretty effectively. Stiles winced as he felt Isaac's claws dig into his neck. Great, because his neck needed scratches in addition to bruises.
"Huh." Isaac lifted up his hand briefly to inspect Stiles' neck. "Nice hickey, Stilinski."
"Ran into a door!"
"Right, I'm sure. Did you really think you had a chance against us, Stiles?" Isaac asked calmly, squeezing Stiles' neck again. "Three humans and a lizard girl versus four werewolves?"
"It's not her," Stiles gritted out. "It's not, Isaac. You have to believe me."
"I had the biggest crush on Lydia freshman year, did you know that?" Isaac said, going on like Stiles hadn't said anything. "I asked her out and she laughed in my face."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Unrequited love's a bitch."
"She didn't even give me a chance," Isaac murmured. "I'm really going to enjoy killing her."
Before Stiles could comment on how insane that was Allison's voice came from upstairs. "STILES! IT'S HERE! THE KANIMA'S HERE!"
Isaac smirked down at Stiles. "It's not her, huh?"
Stiles did his best to try to push Isaac off of him and when it became clear that wasn't going to happen he reached up and tried to dig his nails into Isaac's neck. Because Stiles fought like a girl. Isaac acted like he didn't even feel it, tightening his grip on Stiles' neck, choking him.
Behind Isaac, Stiles could see a flash of another pair of yellow eyes and for a minute he thought it was Boyd or Erica, but as the figure came into view Stiles could tell it wasn't any of Derek's pack.
Scott growled and grabbed Isaac by the back of the neck and threw him off of Stiles. Then he proceeded to beat the everloving hell out of him. Stiles sat up on the floor with his mouth hanging open, feeling sort of flattered that a threat against him called for that kind of smackdown.
Later would come the insecurity and angst over having to be saved time after time. "Thanks, man."
Scott nodded and picked up Isaac's unconscious body and threw him over his shoulder. "Any time. Wow, he really did a number on your neck."
"I know, right?" Oh bless you and your stupidity, Scott McCall. "What a dick."
Stiles opened the front door which allowed Scott to throw the beta's body in front of Derek. Erica's paralyzed form quickly followed, since Allison had tricked her into touching kanima venom thus foiling a perfect opportunity (in Stiles' opinion) for a cat fight. Scott, Stiles and Allison walked out onto the porch, quite frankly looking like a team of badasses.
Derek was actually smiling, but it didn't look friendly in the least. "I think I've figured out why you keep refusing me, Scott. You're not an omega, you're already an alpha of your own pack. But you know you can't beat me."
Stiles rolled his eyes. Really, Derek, were you getting your speeches from old Justice League episodes or something?
"I can hold you off until the cops get here," Scott said. For a moment Stiles thought that was a bluff but someone must have really called the police because Stiles could hear sirens in the distance.
Derek actually looked a bit worried and that "bit" turned into something more when a hissing noise could be heard from up above. Scott, Allison and Stiles hurried off the porch and onto the yard, where it was easier to see the kanima on the roof of Scott's house. The lizard hissed at them for a few moments before scurrying away.
Lydia stomped out on the porch a few moments later. "Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?!"
Scott looked over and met Stiles' eyes. The two of them seemed to realize the same thing at the same time, but it was Scott that murmured it out loud.
"It's Jackson."
[Most of this is taken from various parts of Teen Wolf 2x05 "Venomous". NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]
No way Stiles was going to let that happen. He'd kill Derek first. Or...glare at him really, really hard.
Scott had headed off to try to find proof that Lydia wasn't the kanima and ordered Stiles to pick up Lydia and Allison from school before Derek could get to her. Stiles came to a screeching halt in front of the school as soon as the bell rang and was pleased to see that Allison, Lydia and Jackson were there waiting for him.
"Hey guys, welcome, nice to see you again, get in the jeep," Stiles said, getting out and ushering Lydia into backseat first. "Quickly, into the jeep quickly."
"Why are we going with Stiles, I thought we were studying," Lydia said, narrowing her eyes. "Why can't we stay in the library?"
Jackson put his hand on Lydia's shoulder and shoved her towards the jeep. "Lydia just shut up and get into Stilinski's shitty jeep."
"God, I hate you," Stiles said, glaring.
"Feeling's mutual," Jackson said. "And nice hickey, Stilinski, you look like you've been mauled by an animal."
Stiles slapped his hand over his neck but it didn't stop Lydia and Allison from trying to see what Jackson was talking about. "We're kind of in a hurry here!"
That couldn't be argued with and Stiles was quick to shove Lydia and Jackson in the backseat of the jeep while Allison took a seat up front. But unfortunately it took a few minutes to get to Scott's house and Stiles needed both hands to drive and he couldn't cover his neck the entire way there.
"So who's the lucky girl?" Allison asked. "Or guy?"
Stiles almost swerved off the side of the road. "It's neither! I...I...ran into a door."
"So he or she's ugly then?" Lydia asked.
"He's not ugly!" Stiles said. "...because he is a door."
Jackson scoffed. "Stilinski, you are the worst liar on the planet. Nobody cares if you got some, though it might be an impending sign of the apocalypse..."
"Who invited you here, Jackson?" Stiles asked.
"Allison did."
Stiles glared over at Allison and she gave him one of those adorable Allison shrugs with the dimpley smile and everything, so he found it hard to stay mad at her. Thankfully they were pulling up to Scott's and they could focus on keeping Lydia safe rather than the complete disaster that was his neck after encountering Derek's teeth.
Stiles used his key to get inside Scott's house, thankful that Mrs. McCall was working the night shift at the hospital. As soon as everyone was inside he locked all the doors and placed a chair in front of the doorknob, earning an eyebrow raise from Lydia.
"There's been some break ins around here lately," Stiles explained. "...and a murder. Bad, bad part of town."
"If we're studying at Scott's then where's Scott?" Lydia asked. "And, again, why the hell is Stiles here?"
There was an awkward bit of silence. Lydia hadn't stopped asking questions since they left the school and, while he could understand her frustration, he was running out of lies to tell her. Allison gave Jackson a pointed look and he grabbed Lydia by the arm and started tugging her upstairs.
"Come on, Lydia," Jackson said. "We need to talk."
"Seriously?" Lydia asked. "What is going on with everyone?"
With Lydia out of the way, Stiles and Allison could prepare for the worst. Scott was supposed to catch up with them after school but the sun was setting and there hadn't been a sign of him. Allison and Stiles were by the front door and Allison had her crossbow at the ready. Stiles peaked out the window to see if Scott was coming up the street.
"Seriously though, who are you hooking up with?" Allison murmured as she looked out the other window. "Scott didn't say anything."
"Ran into a door!" Stiles said again, frowning. "A jerky, douchebag door that in no way resembles---Derek! Derek's outside!"
Sure enough standing out in the yard was Derek, Erica, Isaac and Boyd. Looking like some leather gang from Grease, in Stiles' opinion.
Allison looked out the window and chewed on her bottom lip. "I think I have to call my dad."
Stiles jerked his attention away from the window to gape at Allison. "But if he finds you here, you and Scott--"
"I know," she said. "But what are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us, they're here to kill Lydia."
"I've got an idea," Stiles said. "Shoot one of them."
"Are you serious?"
"We keep telling Scott we can protect ourselves, so let's do it," Stiles said. "At least give it a shot?"
Allison nodded. "Okay. Which one?"
"Derek. Shoot him. Preferably in the head." He deserved it, the hickey-giving jerk.
"Look, I've seen Scott catch an arrow before," she said. "If he can catch one, Derek definitely can."
"Fine, shoot one of the other three," Stiles said, slightly put out that he wouldn't get to see Derek shot in the head.
"You mean two."
"No, I mean--" Stiles looked out the window again. "Where the hell is Isaac?"
There was a growl and suddenly Isaac was there, knocking Allison's crossbow out of her hands and throwing her out of the way. Stiles backed away from the door, scrambling towards the dining room. Isaac followed, growling lowly and his eyes turning yellow. Stiles could hear a crashing noise upstairs and hoped that Jackson and Allison were enough to protect Lydia from the other wolves.
Stiles made a run for the kitchen but Isaac pounced, tackling him to the ground. Isaac flipped Stiles over, straddling his hips and putting a clawed hand against his throat, pinning him pretty effectively. Stiles winced as he felt Isaac's claws dig into his neck. Great, because his neck needed scratches in addition to bruises.
"Huh." Isaac lifted up his hand briefly to inspect Stiles' neck. "Nice hickey, Stilinski."
"Ran into a door!"
"Right, I'm sure. Did you really think you had a chance against us, Stiles?" Isaac asked calmly, squeezing Stiles' neck again. "Three humans and a lizard girl versus four werewolves?"
"It's not her," Stiles gritted out. "It's not, Isaac. You have to believe me."
"I had the biggest crush on Lydia freshman year, did you know that?" Isaac said, going on like Stiles hadn't said anything. "I asked her out and she laughed in my face."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Unrequited love's a bitch."
"She didn't even give me a chance," Isaac murmured. "I'm really going to enjoy killing her."
Before Stiles could comment on how insane that was Allison's voice came from upstairs. "STILES! IT'S HERE! THE KANIMA'S HERE!"
Isaac smirked down at Stiles. "It's not her, huh?"
Stiles did his best to try to push Isaac off of him and when it became clear that wasn't going to happen he reached up and tried to dig his nails into Isaac's neck. Because Stiles fought like a girl. Isaac acted like he didn't even feel it, tightening his grip on Stiles' neck, choking him.
Behind Isaac, Stiles could see a flash of another pair of yellow eyes and for a minute he thought it was Boyd or Erica, but as the figure came into view Stiles could tell it wasn't any of Derek's pack.
Scott growled and grabbed Isaac by the back of the neck and threw him off of Stiles. Then he proceeded to beat the everloving hell out of him. Stiles sat up on the floor with his mouth hanging open, feeling sort of flattered that a threat against him called for that kind of smackdown.
Later would come the insecurity and angst over having to be saved time after time. "Thanks, man."
Scott nodded and picked up Isaac's unconscious body and threw him over his shoulder. "Any time. Wow, he really did a number on your neck."
"I know, right?" Oh bless you and your stupidity, Scott McCall. "What a dick."
Stiles opened the front door which allowed Scott to throw the beta's body in front of Derek. Erica's paralyzed form quickly followed, since Allison had tricked her into touching kanima venom thus foiling a perfect opportunity (in Stiles' opinion) for a cat fight. Scott, Stiles and Allison walked out onto the porch, quite frankly looking like a team of badasses.
Derek was actually smiling, but it didn't look friendly in the least. "I think I've figured out why you keep refusing me, Scott. You're not an omega, you're already an alpha of your own pack. But you know you can't beat me."
Stiles rolled his eyes. Really, Derek, were you getting your speeches from old Justice League episodes or something?
"I can hold you off until the cops get here," Scott said. For a moment Stiles thought that was a bluff but someone must have really called the police because Stiles could hear sirens in the distance.
Derek actually looked a bit worried and that "bit" turned into something more when a hissing noise could be heard from up above. Scott, Allison and Stiles hurried off the porch and onto the yard, where it was easier to see the kanima on the roof of Scott's house. The lizard hissed at them for a few moments before scurrying away.
Lydia stomped out on the porch a few moments later. "Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?!"
Scott looked over and met Stiles' eyes. The two of them seemed to realize the same thing at the same time, but it was Scott that murmured it out loud.
"It's Jackson."
[Most of this is taken from various parts of Teen Wolf 2x05 "Venomous". NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]
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