An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 14 - Sneak Attack

Brooklyn could only pace around her room. The hunter couldn't stay seated as she felt she had to do something, anything, to get Derek out. But what? She couldn't just walk in and demand the keys. Oh no, that would earn her a deluxe suite at the Beacon County Jail; probably right next to Derek at that. But she couldn't stand by and do nothing either; not with the Alpha still out there.

Damn those two!

Scott was proving to be a selfish child: Not caring about the Alpha or about the hunters! Even Stiles was concerned about the Alpha and he wasn't a hunter or a werewolf! But then again his dad was the sheriff and he did have the inside information about the attacks. Brooklyn realized if she wanted to find out anything else she was going to have to a bit more civil towards Gilligan. None of her normal tactics would create any inroads for her but then again he was scared of her which was to her advantage.

But then there was Jackson and his annoying determination to find out what was going on. The uppity teen suspected steroids but wasn't he way out in center field on that one! Still he was getting to close and that was one loose end she had to tie up. Brooklyn paused and held the ring between her fingers, sensing an idea brewing in her mind. She would return the ring, yes, but not without a little friendly warning.

Shaking her head, she replaced the ring back in her pocket and returned to devising a way to help Derek. The lacrosse game was tomorrow and she worried Scott would shift right out in the open for everyone to see. That was the last thing they needed to happen.

Brooklyn crossed in the front of the mirror and found herself stopping to stare at the haunted face that peered back. The lines beneath her eyes were dark and deep, hollow reminders of the strain she was under. The amber specks in her grey depths were dull and listless, barely breaking through the cloudy hues. A speck of white on her neck caught the hunter's attention; it was the tape that kept her wounds concealed. The hunter felt her fingers brush along the smooth soft gauze, pausing exactly where Derek's nails had ripped her skin apart. She felt the gentle pressure against the first two marks, discovering she wasn't wincing as she had before. Brooklyn was still distraught over the whole thing but found she couldn't hate Derek for what he had done.

I still consider him a friend…..

I can't hate him…

He'll shut me out again…..

I can't risk it…

I can see he wants to open up…..

Open up to me…..

Grabbing her jacket, Brooklyn headed out the door and towards her car. She skipped down the steps and across the lot, unaware of the red SUV that was lurking nearby.

"Well look who's still in town," Brian appeared from behind his truck. Brooklyn groaned but held her ground.

"My didn't we reach deep down and finally grow a set? Did you finally get weaned of the Argent teat Brian?"

"Still just as snarky and sarcastic as ever," the brown haired hunter approached. "I see your boy toy isn't around to save you this time."

"I don't need him to kick your ass," the keys twirled on her finger. "I handed your ass to you in Florida and I can do it again. By the way, how is that rather nasty little injury healing? I would imagine sitting down isn't as painful by now."

"You know running around with a werewolf is so…..disgusting. But then again it is at your level."

"The only disgusting thing around here is you and Argent. You two being hunters is a shame upon all of us. Unlike your ancestors, mine actually used their heads and didn't shoot first then ask questions later! And something else to add: Derek is more of a human being than you douchewads will ever hope to be. At least I don't stoop to killing innocent people!"