If I'm Lucky

Chapter Eight.

A/N: Sorry it's been so long, I'm not sure if anyone actually reads/was reading this. Most of this chapter has actually been written for a while, and sitting in my drafts. I just haven't had time to finish it, and kind of forgot about it to be honest. 

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After Auden had hung up the phone with Allison, she decided that she felt pretty useless in Scott's ongoing struggle with lycanthropy. Earlier in the week during one of her shifts, she'd taken out a few books from the library, and spread them in front of her on her bed, ready to research. She just hoped that she wouldn't be interrupted by a text saying that Scott had mauled someone.

She pulled her chemistry notebook out of the bag next to her beg, knowing that notes about werewolves could go with the notes Harris had given, because there was a good chance he was actually a demon. The facts she was finding in the books seemed much more useful, and much less traumatizing than that from the internet, and she wrote them all down in her notebook, as well as a few that had nothing to do with werewolves, but that she knew Stiles would find amusing. 

It was dark by the time Auden had made her way through the books, and decided it was probably time to call it quits, especially since her stomach had started making noises that would gives Scott's wolf howls a run for their money. She'd just headed down the stairs to the kitchen when headlights lit up the driveway, a horn honking frantically. Changing direction, Auden headed towards the front door, just in time to see Stiles peeling into the driveway. She laughed as he hopped out of the Jeep, almost falling into one of Melissa's flowerbeds.

"Come on, come on! I have information that you need to hear!" His voice echoed off the house, and out of the corner of her eye Auden saw the curtains of Mrs. Willis' front window ruffle. She made a point to wave as she grabbed Stiles' sleeve, pulling him up the front steps with her.

"Hello to you, too." She said sarcastically, walking past him and into the house.

"There's no time for hellos, Auden!" He scoffed.

They'd barely gotten inside before he started ranting, his arms flailing as he spoke.

"Scott and I just got back from the police impound lot, because despite my best efforts to convince him not to, he went to see Derek, and that grump told him that he should go back to the bus if he wanted to remember what happened."

It was news to Auden that Scott had gone to see Derek, and she made a mental note to smack him the next time she saw him. 

Auden thought she'd made it very clear after their fight that she wanted to be kept up to date on all things supernatural, and it'd been only a few days and he was already failing at it. Meanwhile, Stiles was still talking.

"So clearly he didn't kill Allison, because she's still alive, and rainbows and sunshine, but he was on the bus, and the bus driver was there. Scott knows him too, says he was your bus driver when your dad still lived in town." Auden raised an eyebrow at that information. "So while Scott was playing detective and being Batman, I was sitting in the Jeep being Robin. I don't like being Robin, Auden."

"Who said anything about you guys being Batman and Robin?"

"Me! I am not sidekick material, Auden!" Stiles threw his hands up, clearly upset about the fact that he'd apparently gotten the short end of the superhero stick. "Scott says neither of us are Batman and Robin any of the time, but come on!"

Auden didn't really understand what superheroes and sidekicks had to do with the supernatural, but Stiles clearly thought it was important, and Auden didn't see the harm in placating him just that once.

"If he's Batman, why don't you just be Spiderman or something?"

Stiles, who had been pacing back and forth, froze in the middle of the room, and she watched as his face lit up a little.