An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 84 - Born to Run

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

The winter formal was a few days away.

Stiles struggled to gather up the courage to ask Lydia since she was now free.

Scott was wracking his brain over how to sneak in without Coach spotting him. He had been banned from the dance thanks to three failing grades, one of which was Coach's economics course.

Jackson was planning on getting so drunk his brain cells would be dead in the water.

"What?"

Scott slammed Jackson's locker shut. He and Stiles stood in the locker room after gym, having cornered Jackson between the rows of steel.

"I need you to take Allison to the Winter Formal for me."

"You know what: Screw you," he pointed at Scott. "Screw you," he pointed at Stiles. "You know what, screw each other."

"Why not?"

"Because I was nearly killed at Derek's house, that's why."

"Brooklyn saved your ass! She was slammed against the wall protecting you! She could've died! Look, Allison needs be looked out for okay?"

"Why not have her dad do it? I mean he's the one that handles these things."

"How can I look out for her and not have her dad find out about me?"

"So," Jackson shrugged, "Not my problem."

"You owe Brooklyn," Scott got in the blonde jock's face. "Look just do this for Allison….Please….I won't ask nicely again. Do you want to see Brook or Allison get hurt?"

"And what if I get hurt?" Jackson was thinking of himself as usual. Risking his life for another wasn't something he would concede to.

"Then it's worth it," Scott stated simply.

"Not to me," Jackson curled his lip up as he uttered the single word. He was taking pleasure in watching Scott squirm. The blonde rudely shoved past Scott and pushed Stiles hard against the lockers as he stormed off. There was no way he was going to put his neck out on the line!

Scott and Stiles watched as Jackson started for the door.

"I shouldn't say I told you so since it's not strong enough. So how about this: I'm always right, and you should always listen to what I have to say and never ever disagree with anything I have to say for the sake of your wolf hood."

"I'm not done yet," Scott growled.

"So an Alpha is running loose and you think it was the man that came into your clinic looking for Scott."

The vet nodded as he downed another shot.

"Don't think, know it was," the good doctor extended his shot glass across the table. Markus knew he should've come sooner but respected his daughter enough to let her handle the case alone. That was up until she was arrested and thrown in jail. Now with Argent running around he knew things were about to turn violent.

"What about Derek Hale? Do you know where he is?"

"He's the one wanted for several murders right?"

"I don't think it was him," Markus disagreed. "From what Brooklyn told me he was after the Alpha like her. Why would he kill those people?"

"Here," the vet slipped the folder across the table. "Brooklyn gave me these when she came by one night to talk to me about the attacks and I told her about the photos the sheriff had brought by."