Sterek

Chapter 17

God I hate this Alpha. And Scott. And Argent.
I had to save that stupid teacher that Laura thought was important, then the police showed up so I started running from them and then, as if my night couldn't get any worse I had Argent on my tail shooting flash bang arrows at me.
Suddenly I hear screeching tires and my Camaro appears, racing towards me and screeching to a halt as Stiles voice calls out to me.
'Get in Sourwolf.' I didn't need to be told twice and sprinted to the car, slamming the door behind me.
'Go.'
'Way ahead of you.' Stiles said as he peeled away from the ironworks.
'What part of lay low didn't you understand?' Scott sassed from the back seat. I sensed that Stiles had gone tense and I turned to glare at Scott.
'If someone hadn't turned me into Beacon's most wanted then I wouldn't need to lay low, would I?' I growled out at him. 'I had him. I had the damn alpha and the police showed up. And I can't really get pissed off cause they're only doing their job because I'm public enemy number one.' I was frustrated.
Stiles grinned at me. 'At least you're number one, Sourwolf.' His eyes flashed with amusement and I couldn't help but to smile back at him, the anger melting away a little as I looked at him.
'Can you trust us, please? How did you find the alpha?' Scott asked. I glared back at him again. 'Okay, trust Stiles. I'll be back here then.' He grumbled.
'Sourwolf.' Stiles reprimanded in my mind, telling me to play nice.
'Fine, I'll be good.' I commented to him before turning to Scott. 'When I last spoke to my sister she had found two things. The first was a guy named Harris.'
'Our chemistry teacher?' Scott asked in disbelief. 'What the hell has he got to do with this?'
'I knew he was dodgy, I told you.' Stiles piped up.
I looked at Stiles, amused, before replying to Scott, 'Not a clue. But the other thing that Laura found was a symbol.' I dig through my pockets for my phone. 'I have a picture of the drawing she made...' After finding my phone I loaded up the picture and showed it to the boys. Scott's face paled and Stiles got a scary grin, like the evil kind. 'You've seen it before.' I stated.
'Oh Scotty boy, karma's a bitch.' Stiles taunted.
'It's on Alison's necklace.' Scott choked out. Stiles still had that sadistic grin on his face.
'Stiles, your sadistic is showing.' I commented, becoming very amused.
'Yeah well. This is working out brilliantly. I get to watch Scotty figure out how to get that necklace and fail extravagantly if my predictions are correct.' He laughed and I was getting a little concerned as to how much he was enjoying this. Scott was clearly not concerned but rather annoyed.
'Why are you so pissed at me? The hell did I do to you? No way is this about what I said in the locker room.' He questioned. I turned to look at Stiles and caught his blush.
'Seriously? You think that's why I'm pissed? God Scott. All you've done since this started was throw Derek under the bus and accuse him of things he'd never do. And I've had enough, you won't touch him or do anything else to hurt him or I swear to all things holy that you will live to regret it.' Stiles was almost growling and I automatically reached out to lay my hand on his where it rested on the gearstick.
'Breathe. He's your friend, try to remember that even if you are mad at him right now.' I reminded him quietly. He relaxed a little bit and nodded.
'What is going on?' Scott asked curiously.
'I'm dropping you home before we go back to Derek's place.' Stiles replied.
'We? Derek's place?' He suddenly grinned. 'No way. I was right wasn't I? I knew it.' He said gleefully.
'Shut up Scott.' Stiles growled. I glanced between them.
'What am I missing here? What was he right about?' I asked.
'Us.' Stiles sounded pissed even across our link.
'So what Stiles? Nothing to get so mad about. Even if he is being all gloaty about it. If you want I can help you beat him up?' I offered him.
He laughed, 'Thanks Sourwolf but I'm good.' He responded.
'Offer stands if you change your mind.' I reminded him.
'I'm confused.' Scott piped up from the back.
'So what else is new?' Stiles commented and I burst into laughter. He grinned back at me. 'You feel happy. It's nice.'
'Yeah it is nice Stiles. Thank you for that.' I liked that he could feel how good I felt.
'Okay seriously can someone explain what is going on please?' Scott pleaded with us from the backseat.
'I'm communicating with Derek through my mind.' Stiles said bluntly, with a straight face.
'Yeah right.' Scott retorted. When we didn't say anything else he continued. 'Prove it then. I'll ask a question that only Stiles will know the answer to and then Derek will answer it after you 'communicate' with him.'
'Sounds good to me.' Stiles said.
'What is the nickname you gave me and why?' Scott asked.
'Rudzik. Because it means Robin in Polish and he was always the Robin to my Batman.' Stiles told me. I relayed this to Scott.
'God, I love it when you speak Polish... It's still weirdly hot...' I couldn't resist saying this to Stiles and he blushed all kinds of red.
'O tak? Odkryliśmy fetysz, Sourwolf?' He responded aloud and it was my turn to blush.
'Woah Stiles too much info there bro.' Scott piped up from the backseat.
'Gówno. I forgot you spoke Polish.' I didn't need to know Polish to know that the first word was a curse. I turned to Scott.
'What did he say?' I asked him.
'Something about discovering a fetish and to be honest I really do not want to know.' He shook his head. 'I believe you about the whole, reading thoughts thing and I want to know more but I believe that this is my stop.' Scott said as Stiles pulled up in front of his house. 'See you at school, and use protection.' He called as he left the car.
'I often forget why I am actually friends with him.' Stiles commented as he started the car back up and headed towards the loft.
'But you will always remember because he's your family.' I replied.
'Yeah, he is. But family fight, so it's okay to be mad at him for a while. I'll make sure he tries to get the necklace and for when that inevitably fails I am going to come up with a plan B.'
*
Stiles had been right in his prediction that Scott wouldn't be able to get the necklace. But Stiles also had a back up plan. And since I was still banned from entering the sheriff's house this back up plan came to the loft, a decision that I was not too sure on but I eventually relented and now I was sitting in my lounge listening to Stiles argue with Danny about tracing a text that was sent to Alison's phone and was supposedly from Scott only it wasn't.
'How do you even know that I can trace a text?' Danny asked, he sounded exasperated and I didn't really blame him, he was here under false pretences.
'Well... I might have looked at your record...' Stiles admitted somewhat sheepishly. I smiled slightly.
'Those charges were dropped.' Danny argued.
'Don't worry about it Danny, he looked at my record too if it helps.' I told him lightly. Danny looked up at me and smiled.
'Interesting way to start a relationship.' He sighed and turned back to the laptop in front of him. 'I'm assuming that this is going to help you find the Alpha that's roaming around. I need the Ip address and the exact time of the text.' Both Stiles and I looked at him with wide eyes. He glanced up when he realised that we weren't moving. 'What? I know things.' We shake off our shock and give him the information that he requested. We stood behind him, with me behind Stiles, arms wrapped around him as we watched him work his magic. It wasn't long before he turned to us with a result.
'The text was sent from this computer and under this account name.' He turned back around and pointed at the information displayed on the screen.
'This account, you're sure?' I affirmed and he nodded his head at me.
'That can't be right.' Stiles argued.
The name displayed on the screen was; Melissa McCall.
***
Authors Note.
Translation.
'O tak? Odkryliśmy fetysz,-Oh yes? have we discovered a fetish.
Gówno- shit.
Again apologies for any incorrect translations.