"Hey, Stiles!" The sheriff calls Stiles. He spins around in his chair looking at us.
"Yo, D-Derek. I, um," Stiles stutters as we shush him.
"Take care of him." I whisper. He runs to the door to stop his father from coming in. They talk for a bit as Stiles comes back in shutting the door. Derek presses him against the door.
"I'm sor - oh!" Stiles says.
"If you say one word," Derek starts.
"Oh, what, you mean, like, "Hey, dad, Derek Hale's in my room - Bring your gun"? Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy." Stiles hits Derek.
"Stop trying to act tough." I roll my eyes. Derek's straightens up Stiles jacker as he does the same. Stiles goes to walk away as Derek jerks forward.
"Oh, my God!" Stiles flinches as he sits in his chair.
"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked.
"No. He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try. The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there." Stiles points out.
"I remember that." I commented.
"So?"
"So it wasn't Scott." Stiles tells him.
"Well, can you find out who sent it?"
"No, not me. But I think I know somebody who can."
"Is it who I think it is?" I narrow my eyes at Stiles dials a number on his phone. He winks at me.
"Yo, hey, Danny. I was wondering if you wanna do some lab work before the game. Yeah, sure. Five minutes? Sounds good. Alright, see ya soon." Stiles hangs up the phone as he spins his chair facing Derek and I.
"Im getting a drink." I mumbled. I head down stairs straight to the fridge to get two soda cans. Im sure Derek would want one too. I could hear Danny's voice throughout the house when the knock echoed off of the walls. Stiles takes him up stairs to the room as I follow slowly behind. I enter the room throw a can of Soda to Derek and plop down on the bed.
"Hey Lexy." Danny smiles. Danny is Jackson's best friend. He was also on the lacrosse team too.
"Hi Danny." I sipped the soda.
"So before we begin lab work I need you to trace a text for me." Stiles says as he sits back down in his chair.
"You want me to do what?" Danny asked.
"Trace a text." Stiles repeats.
"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do."
"And we will, once you trace the text." Stiles tells him.
"And what makes you think I know how? Danny asked. Here we go.
"I - I looked up your arrest report, so," Stiles points out.
"I - I was 13. They dropped the charges." Danny looks at us.
"They might have but they usually keep a file on you just in case it happens again." I hummed.
"Whatever." Stiles waves it off.
"No, we're doing lab work." Danny drops his bag and sits down.
"Oh, my -,"
"Who's he again?" Danny asked pointing at Derek.
"Um, my cousin - Miguel." Stiles says. I shake my head and sighed. That doesn't even fit him.
"Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny points out.
"Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds. Hey, Miguel. I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts." Derek slams the book shut and walks over to his dresser. He takes his shirt off as my eyes trail up and down his body.
"So anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably," Derek interrupts Stiles from talking.
"Uh, Stiles?" Derek calls him over.
"Yes?" Stiles turns around.
"This - no fit." Derek stretches out the tshirt.
"Then try something else on. Sorry. Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny? The shirt." Stiles points out. Why is he torturing me? The jealousy overpowers my mind.
"It's - it's not really his color." Derek takes the shirt off angrily and looks for a different one.
"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy?" Stiles sings.
"You're a horrible person." Danny insults. Not a lie.
"I know. It keeps me awake at night. Anyway, about that text." Stiles asked.
"Stiles! None of these fit." Derek tells him. Stiles shrugs his shoulders as I get up. I look for a shirt for him.
"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text." Danny gives in. The power of Derek's body can get us anything.
"Here. This one should be fine." I throw Derek a shirt. He puts it on as it fit nicely on him. He nods his head as I give him a small wink. I walk back over to the bed and lay down.
"Almost got it." Danny says. Derek and I walk over to the boys.
"There. The text was sent from a computer. This one." Danny tells us as we all lean forward and read the name on the account.
"Registered to that account name?" Derek points out.
"No it can't be." I shake my head.
"No, no, no, no. That can't be right." Stiles couldn't believe it.
After Stiles and Danny did a bit of lab work we get ready and head into you the retirement home. Derek says that we can find some information about mama McCall's account. We sat in front of the retirement home as Scott calls us.
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Fairy Tales Exist (Teen Wolf)
Fanfiction(Teen Wolf) Back when you were a child your parents would tell you a story before you went to bed. About the different mystical creatures from the supernatural world. As you grew older you began to lose hope in it's existence. Until it just becomes...
