𝕭𝖆𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 Six - 1X02 Second Chance Of First Line (part three)
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DEREK HALE GLARES AT THEM IN ANGER (AS THOUGH IT'S THEIR FAULT HE KILLED THAT GIRL AND GOT HIMSELF ARRESTED) AS HE'S DIRECTED INTO THE BACK OF THE SHERIFF'S CAR.
Stiles catches her eye, tilting his head towards the cruiser that contains Derek suggestively. Grinning at his silent idea, she nods affirmatively, as she begins to saunter off towards the car, Stiles in tow- both of them ignoring Scott's calls for them to come back.
She crouches beside the door as Stiles tries the handle. Not surprisingly, it's locked. Stiles, as usual, doesn't seem to get the memo and tries a few more times to yank open the car door, growling in frustration as he does so. Nat rolls her eyes, pushing his hands away from the door and sliding her hand into her pocket, slipping out a small pocket of tools.
"Where the hell d'you get that?" Stiles whispers, watching as the con expertly begins to pick the lock.
Nat turns her head enough to grin at Stiles, pulling open the car door, as she replies, "Target."
Nat gestures Stiles in first with a smug smile. Stiles returns it sarcastically before climbing in, Nat following closely behind him as she softly closes the car door, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention towards them.
Derek sits in the back of the car, watching them with a blank face. Nat meets his stare head-on. There's no reason to be afraid of him, especially not in here. The grate that separates them from Derek, acting as a shield between him and them.
"Okay, just so you know, I'm not afraid of you." Stiles blatantly lies, drawing Derek's glare solely onto him. Stiles blanches, pushing himself further into the console behind him as he tries to put as much distance between him and Derek as possible.
Nat grins, watching Stiles in amusement, "You sure about that?"
"O-Okay, maybe I am! But, she isn't," Stiles declares, pointing towards Nat, who watches Derek closely, meeting his glare unflinchingly, "Doesn't matter. we just wanna know something," Stiles continues, shifting nervously in his seat as he asks, "The girl you killed? She was a Werewolf."
Derek abandons his stare down with Nat to turn his head towards Stiles. The older-man stays silent, not deeming Stiles with any form of response.
So Stiles, not noticing, or (more likely) ignoring the tense atmosphere, says, "She was a different kind, wasn't she? I mean, she could turn herself into an actual wolf, and we both 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?" Derek asks irritably, speaking for the first time since they've entered the car. Nat instantly tenses at his voice, not expecting him to actually answer them, "When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're gonna do, huh? Just keep cheering him on?" Derek continues, causing Stiles to shift uncomfortably in his seat. Nat clenches her jaw tightly, wanting nothing more than to stand up for her friend, to tell Derek that Scott is strong, that he can- and will- fight it. But that would be a lie. They both know he's right. Scott can't control his werewolf urges. He's like a bomb waiting to detonate, and this lacrosse game must just be his trigger, "I can't stop him from playing, but you two can...And trust me- you want to." Derek finishes lowly, leaning closer as he watches the two teens closely.
