Power

Chapter Ten

It's been several mornings since then. Scott, Stiles and I were watching Derek get marched out of his house.

We watched as Stiles runs over to the police car and get in. I rushed over and shoved Stiles over. I shut the door.

"Okay, just so you know, I'm not afraid of you"

Derek looks at Stiles through his eyelids.

"...Okay, maybe I am. Doesn't matter. We just wanna know something"

Stiles shifts nervously in the seat.

"The girl you killed? She was a werewolf."

Derek continues to scowl silently at Stiles as he gave me a questioning look.

"She was a different kind, wasn't she? I mean, she could turn herself into an actual wolf, and we know Scott can't do that. Is that why you killed her?"

"Why are you so worried about me, when it's your friend who's the problem? When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're gonna do, huh? Just keep cheering him on?"

Stiles gulps in anxiety. We knew Derek wasn't entirely wrong.

"I can't stop him from playing, but you two can. Mainly you"

He looked at me.

"And trust me--you want too"

"Do you know what I am?'

"Vampire."

"I swear if you tell anyone I'll shove wolfsbane so far up your--"

Before I could finish, the door was opened. I was yanked out along with Stiles.

It's Noah who has us.

"Ow. Ow. Ow"

He stops and releases us.

"There. Stand"

Stiles exhales and finally looks at Noah in the eyes.

"What the hell do you two think you're doing?"

"We're just trying to help"

"Okay, well, how 'bout you help me understand exactly how you two came upon this?"

"I wasn't with them. I was with my new boyfriend"

"Boyfriend?"

"Yes. His name is Brett. I was with him"

"Okay then "

He looked at Stiles who was glaring at me.

"We were looking for Scott's inhaler...."

"Which he dropped when?"

"The other night"

"The other night...when you were out here, looking for the first half of the body?"

"Yes"

"The night you that you told me you were alone with June and Scott was at home?"

"Yes...No"

Noah gave Stiles a hard look.

"Oh crap"

"So, you lied to me"

"That depends on how you define lying..."

"Well, I define it as "not telling the truth". How do you define it?"

"Um..."reclining your body in a horizontal position?"

I face palmed and shook my head.

Stiles gestures with his hands to emphasize his point.

"Get the hell out of here"

"Absolutely. Come on June"

"I expect to meet this boyfriend if yours Juniper Cullen"

"Yes sir. How's tonight? Dinner?"

He nodded.

Stiles got my hand and I let him drag me away.
~_~

We were on the road. I was in the backseat while Stiles was driving and Scott was in the passenger seat.

"I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial"

"Just keep looking. Maybe it's like a ritual or something? Like, maybe they bury you as a wolf"

"Or maybe it's like a special skill, you know? Like, something you have to learn? I suggested.

"I'll put that on my to do list right underneath "figure out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight"

"No need to get snippy snappy. Sheesh."

Stiles is too distracted by his own hypothesizing to hear Scott.

"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves..."

"Okay, stop it!"

Stiles frowns in confusion.

"Stop what?"

"Stop saying werewolves! Stop enjoying this so much!"

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"No! No, I'm not. I'm so far from being okay"

Stiles gets an idea of what this could possibly be about and looks at him in concern.

"You know, you're gonna have to accept this, Scott. Sooner or later"

"I can't"

"Well, you're gonna have to"

"No! I can't breathe.."

Stiles and I look alarmed as Scott groans loudly.

"AHH!

Scott thumps his head against the roof of the Jeep.

"Who, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...!"

"Ahh! Pull over!"

"Why? What's happening?"

I opened the backpack between them and saw the wolfsbane plant and the rope with the flowers attached to it inside.

"You kept it?"

"What was I supposed to do with it?"

"Stop the car!"

"Okay!'

Stiles pulls over the car. He grabs the backpack and throws himself out of the Jeep, running towards the edge of the woods and tossing the bag as far as he can.

"Okay, we're good. You can--"

Stiles and I look at Jeep and see that the vehicle is completely empty.

"Scott?"

As we walked closer to the Jeep, we see the passenger door is wide open.

"Scott???"

We looked around for him.