An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 52 - Invasion

A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the rest….*sighs*

Stiles read the text from the hunter as he waited for Scott by the classroom door.

Thanks for everything…..Scott hasn't gone suicidal yet has he?

The last bit was sarcastic he knew but then again maybe she wasn't too far off. Scott had not been himself ever since Allison dumped him the night of the Alpha's attack. Stiles had stayed in contact with Brooklyn, running up to the Hale house when he knew it was safe to do so. Derek had been out the last time he saw the hunter so he hung around a little longer.

Two days prior…..

"Thanks for keeping the clothing line going," Brooklyn hoisted the hampers and bag out of the Jeep. "How does your dad not know what you've been doing?"

"Very carefully," he shrugged. Stiles had developed a fondness for Brooklyn even though she didn't quite feel the same way.

"Did you find out anything else about our victims? Since I can't get to a library or get inside the station…."

"Nothing, nada, zero, zilch," Stiles rambled.

"Figures," she sighed.

"So where's Derek?"

"I suspect he's off to try and track the second Alpha."

"Wait….There's a second Alpha?"

"Yep," Brooklyn started up the steps. "It saved my ass from the Big Bad Wolf."

Stiles stared at wide eyed disbelief as he followed the hunter's frame up the steps. He nearly tripped over his own feet racing up the steps.

"What do you mean it saved your ass? Come on tell me!"

"The Alpha had caught me in the woods after I chased Derek down and the smaller one came after it."

"Okay that's like not normal is it?"

"I wouldn't say not normal but rather it wasn't interested in me," Brooklyn stuffed her clothing in the duffel and placed Derek's in drawer.

"Can I ask why you aren't sharing furniture with Derek? I mean you are his mate right?"

"Force of habit I suppose," Brooklyn started placing her shirts and jeans in the drawers. "I mean I've been alone for a long time."

"I get that," Stiles rubbed the back of his neck.

"Look," she paused and drummed her fingers on the smooth ash, "I'm sorry if I was ever a hard ass to you."

"Whoa, stop the presses," Stiles stood as a stunned expression crossed his face. "You're apologizing to me? I mean after weird head lock and threats?"

"Yes, Gilligan that's exactly what I'm saying," she spun around. "But it doesn't mean I won't be a hard ass in the future."

"Right," he rolled his eyes and flopped down on the bed, causing one of the legs to pop at an awkward angle.

"Stiles what did you do this time?"

"I didn't do it swear! I didn't mean to! Oh my god Derek's gonna kill me! I'm gonna be wolf food!"

"No he won't," Brooklyn knelt down to examine the support. "Not if I can get it fixed….."

Stiles heard her voice trailing off as something caught the hunter's attention. He cautiously peered over her shoulder to see something sticking out from the joint.

"What's this?" She carefully slid the wrinkled worn paper from the wood and shoved it in her pocket. Brooklyn returned her attention to the joint and noticed it was rigged to do that. With a simple twist and pop the post was back to the way it was.