The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

Alpha's Watch

“Hello, my name is Allison Argent. I was Kate’s niece...” She trails off, as if letting him take her words in.

“Who is it?” Stiles whispers, abandoning her PSP to the couch beside her when she feels his back go ridged against her legs.

“Please, don’t hang up. I’m not looking for trouble.”

Derek takes a breath to calm himself (just like his mother taught him.)

Stiles simply nods when he turns and presses a finger to his lips. Though, she’s on high alert at the slightly suspicious look on his face.

“What do you want?” Derek finally asks, keeping his voice level.

“I want you to help me escape Gerard, like you escaped Kate.”

Derek frowns upon hearing the distress in her tone; the fear. But hearing it simply isn’t good enough, he needs to be able to smell to know she isn’t just tricking him.

“Well, thanks to your dear old grandpa, my mother won’t allow me outside the wolf den to play. So, sorry, I can’t help you.” He tells her bluntly, but not harshly, just in case she really is in trouble.

Stiles’ eyes widen at his words. She quickly sinks down onto the carpet beside him, looping both her arms around one of his for silent support.

He hears Allison sigh quietly before she says, “I don’t know how exactly he will do it, but he’s gonna use Stiles to get to you, and then, use you to get to your mother. I thought if I could give you some information in goodwill, you could maybe help me hatch a plan to...to, um...”

Derek feels the hesitation in her voice. And though he still isn’t quite convinced, his conscience gets the better of him.

He sighs, finishes the sentence for her; “To kill him...?”

Stiles’ eyes widen, but she keeps her mouth shut.

Allison chuckles breathlessly, timidly replies, “Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you just call my mother?” Derek asks–while fighting back a fond smile as Stiles hugs his arm tighter to her chest.

“No!” Allison squeaks out fearfully. “Gerard has her phone tapped. That’s another piece of information I was going to give you anyway. I don’t know if she knows already, or if he has all your other pack members’ phones tapped, but tell her to check. I rang this number, because I know you had to get a new phone after Kate destroyed your last one. PLEASE, do NOT tell her I called you. He CAN’T know that I spoke to you. He’ll kill me before I even have a chance to get out and I–“

Derek doesn’t know if she’s really hysterical, but hearing it, for now anyway, is good enough for him.

“OK, OK, breathe.” Derek calmly cuts her off, waits until he hears her doing so until he tells her, “I’ll ask a supernatural friend to cover for you; tell my mother that I heard the phone tapping thing from them.”

(Really, he’ll ask Stiles if he can tell his mother that she randomly thought of checking their phones, but he doesn’t want Allison knowing about Stiles...if she doesn’t already...)

Allison lets out a loud sigh of relief. “Thank you. I, um, I told Gerard I was calling you for a book on Djinn that I needed for my next hunt.” She chuckles nervously, “Do you think maybe you could send me one over, so it doesn’t look like I was lying?”

Derek finds himself chuckling at that, then, smiling amusedly when Stiles looks highly confused.

“I’ve got loads. But they’re all in my library.” Derek looks at Stiles–who blinks curiously back at him–and wonders just how much trouble he would really be in...

He already knows that Stiles is suffering from being cooped up. She doesn’t let it show (bless her), but he can tell–he can feel it.

“Oh. Well, then, don’t worry about it. I really don’t wanna get you in trouble with your Alpha...and your mom.” Allison sounds disappointed, but also sounds rather (fearfully) genuine over that last part.

Derek thinks about it...for all of two seconds...

“Y’know what? Lemme see what I can do.”

“Oh, no, I–“

Derek chuckles, reassuring her as he says, “No, it’s cool. Do you think you’ll be able to meet me without raising too much suspicion?”

There’s a hesitant pause before Allison warily responds with, “I...m-maybe. I dunno... Can’t you just mail it to me once you have it?”

And now, Derek is fully sympathetic towards the girl as he tells her, “If it’s gonna get you in trouble, then, I can mail it to you, no problem. But if you really want me to help you off your grandpa, then, I think, we should, at least, meet once to discuss that even being a possibility. Don’t you?”

And then, Derek tries not to laugh as he watches Stiles’ eyes widen in horror; watching her sputter out wordless sounds of shock and anger.

There’s another pause before Allison sighs in defeat and replies, “OK. When?”

“Give me an hour.”

***
“And that–“ Allison hangs up and turns to her grandfather with a smug smirk. ”–is how it’s done.”

Gerard smirks back, arching an impressed brow as he gives her a couple of praising claps. “Very well done, sweetheart.”

Allison grins proudly, though, snootily adds, “It’s better than me pretending to be a rich French lady, asking him to buy a rare book.”

Gerard chuckles as she scoffs, but holds his hands up in surrender. “I thought he’d buy it.”

Allison rolls her eyes, tells him, “Even if he did, it still wouldn’t have gotten him out from under his Alpha’s watch.”