the other Argent (Teen Wolf x oc)

Derek

Evelyn sat down at the small desk in her hotel room, cleaning and organizing her weapons, when her phone began to ring. "Lopez," she said, resting her phone between her shoulder and her ear and using her other hand to put away the small arsenal that lay on the table in front of her.

 "Evelyn, I need your help," a man said on the other side of the phone.

 "Deaton," Evelyn said, a smile breaking across her face at the sound of the Druid, one of the few people she had stayed in contact with during her time on the run, never making genuine contact, but he'd always been there when she needed help.

 "We're running out of options, looking for the missing werewolves, and we need your help." The smile fell off Evelyn's face

 "I can't," she said.

 "Evelyn, please, this is Derek's pack." Her breath caught in her throat as Evelyn thought about the secret she knew that Derek didn't about the fact that the man who had once been her best friend had already lost one pack because of her family. She couldn't be the reason he lost a second one.

 "The animal clinic?" She asked.

 "Yes," Deaton said.

 "Twenty minutes," Evelyn told him, grabbing her daggers and backpack filled with other weapons as she hung up the phone.

"Alan!" Evelyn shouted as she opened the door to the clinic, her heart pounding. She knew if Deucalion or any of the alphas saw her here, the deal would be over, and Allison would be in immense danger.

 "In the back," Deaton shouted back. Evelyn rushed in, walking into the back room to find Deaton draping a towel over a teen's shoulder—two more teens on his other side, a metal tub in front of them. "Thanks for coming," Deaton said when he noticed her.

 "I can't stay long," Evelyn said, still surveying the room. Then she saw him. Derek Hale, the man who used to be her best friend. He had changed a lot in the last few years.

 "You're back," Derek said quietly. Suddenly, it hit her; she didn't know how she just knew.

 "You're an alpha now," she said, shutting her mouth quickly after the words escaped, realizing she shouldn't know that he hadn't shown his eyes, so she shouldn't know how did she know that. "I shouldn't be here," Evelyn said, turning to leave.

 "What? Now that I'm an alpha, you can't help me," Derek spat.

 "This has nothing to do with you," Derek, nothing at all (and yet everything she thought to herself, knowing he was the only reason she came, the only reason she risked Allison's life this much).

 "I just can't help you." Evelyn turned to leave, but Derek sped forward, grabbing her arm.

 "I know you he growled. What is your sudden need to leave about?"

 "You don't know me," Evelyn shouted, yanking her arm away from Derek. "Not anymore."

 "Allison," Deaton said, knowing the only person more important to Evelyn than Derek was her younger sister.

 "What?" The darker-haired boy next to him asked.

 "That's what this is about, isn't it?" Deaton asked. Evelyn nodded slightly, her eyes still scanning the room as if one of the alpha pack could jump out at any time.

 "I made a deal," she said quietly.

 "A deal," Derek asked, "with who."

"With Deucalion, I stay away from the fight, away from all of you, and he stays away from Allison."

 "What he threatened, Allison?" The boy from earlier asked.

 "Scott, calm down," Derek told him. "She won't let Allison get hurt," knowing she would give everything for Allison.

 "And yet you're here," the teen next to Scott asked, "even when it's putting Allison in danger."

 "I can tell you two things:" Evelyn said. "You want to get in. Ask your dad," she said, recognizing the boy as the sheriff's son, and she paused, knowing her next comment would open up a can of worms that no one was ready to deal with. "Not everyone died in the fire," she whispered, looking at Derek before walking away, leaving the men standing there. She rushed out of the clinic, leaning against the wall for a second.

 "You're not going to stay out of this, are you?" Deaton asked from the doorway.

 "I can't," Evelyn said, "but I can't fight him head-on either. The last time I fought him, it turned into an all-out war. We're both monsters of Gerard's making," she whispered.

 "You hate him, and yet you feel sorry for him," Deaton whispered. Evelyn nodded.

 "I know who he was; I remember how he became this way, but I won't risk Allison's life. I can't." Deaton nodded, turning and walking back inside.