Stiles' Brother

Chapter Five

And as promised, here's part two, or, in other words, season 4. It follows season 4 for the most part, except for obviously a few changes. Enjoy. :)

Luka's POV

"Man, I still can't believe you're a part of the pack now. This is so awesome!" Stiles says, plopping down on my bed. "And what's even better is, I don't have to lie to you anymore. That's definitely a plus, because I hated lying to you. Absolutely despised it."

"Trust me, I wasn't a fan of knowing that you were lying to me, so I know how you feel." I say, shaking my head with a grin. "Just promise me something."

"Anything." He says automatically.

"No more secrets." I say. "It drives me mad, not knowing something that's troubling you."

"Heh. Deal." Stiles says. "From here on out, no more secrets, no more lies. I swear."

"Good." I say. I watch curiously as Stiles pulls out his phone after it pings. "What's wrong?" Stiles furrows his eyebrows in confusion at the text.

"It's Scott. He wants us to meet him at the animal clinic. Something about Derek?" Stiles says with a frown. "Wonder what's going on." He mumbles to himself.

"Let's go find out." I say. He nods, and we walk outside.

"Uh, let's take your car." Stiles says. I nod and we get in my car.

"You know, the offer still stands. Just say the word, and we'll take it to-" I start, only to have him shake his head at me.

"I told you no." Stiles says. "I can't ask you to do that."

"I wasn't asking you to ask me. I was offering to-" I start.

"I know, and I apprieciate the offer, but it's fine." Stiles interupts. "Besides, there's not very many good mechanics around here."

"True." I say with a shrug. "I mean, I suppose I could ask David-..." I stop at the look Stiles is giving me. "What? I don't have an issue with David. Just his moron son. David's still cool." Stiles shakes his head.

"No." Stiles says. I shrug.

"Fine." I say. We make it to the animal clinic and head inside, where Scott and Lydia were already there. "What's up, Scotty?"

"It's Derek. I think he's missing." Scott says in a slightly panicked tone. "He hasn't returned any of my texts-"

"Has he ever returned your texts? No offense to the guy or anything, but he doesn't exactly seem like the texting type..." I say.

"Once. Definitely once." Scott answers me. "But this time it felt different. So I went to his loft. The alarm was on, everything looked okay. But then I found these." He pulls out a jar, and places it on the table, pushing them towards Stiles. Stiles and I exchange a look, before Stiles reaches in the jar, and pulls out some bullet shells with a strange carving on them. "I sent a picture to Deaton. He said that it's the mark of a family of hunters based out of Mexico. The Calaveras." Scott explains.

"This is a family mark?" I ask curiously, holding up a bullet shell to examine it. Scott nods. "Interesting."

"But what would the Calaveras want with Derek?" Lydia asks.

"You don't think they killed him, do you?" Stiles asks.

"I don't know. That's why you're here." Scott says.

"Why? What can Lydia do?" I ask, turning to Stiles for an explanation. Stiles just shakes his head at me and watches as Scott pushes the jar towards Lydia. Lydia hesitates before reaching into the jar and pulls out a handful of the bullet shells. Lydia suddenly lets the bullet shells fall out of her hand, and she's silent for a while.