For There Was One

Chapter 2: SCAFL (or Well that wasn't very nice)

"Hey, I'm off to work, do we need anything from the store?" Rose asked her brother, catching him before she left school for the day.

The days after the full moon had been quiet. No waking up in strange places, and thankfully no headaches from sensory overload. Finding out that the hunter that shot at her was Scott's new girlfriend's father was momentarily heart-stopping. He didn't seem to have recognised Rose at all, something which she was immensely thankful for, but she could still feel her heart race at the possibility every time she saw him. She hadn't yet heard from Derek either, something which she was not sure how to feel about. He hadn't been unkind to her when he helped her on Friday, and he was her only real source of information.

On the other hand, he hadn't exactly been forthcoming either; something Rose had briefly complained about to who she had quickly worked out was his uncle in her visit for that week. The last name and the similar features being what had given her a clue that Derek and Peter were related. She had also asked one of the nurses, but that hardly counted.

"No, I'm good," came Scott's slightly distracted reply to her question. "I thought you didn't have to work until later?"

"Yeah, it sucks," Rose said, "But, I got a message from the manager saying everyone's shifts have been changed around so that all students are home before curfew at 9:30." She shrugged helplessly. "So until the Sheriff's office decides to lift it, I get no break between school and work. Yay me."

Scott, in typical brotherly fashion, smirked at her misery, then noticed the dark brown leather jacket that she was holding. "Hey, I thought you said you left that jacket at the party on Friday."

"Yeah," she frowned. "I thought I left it in a friend's car, but it was in my locker this morning. Lydia must have found it and brought it back from the party."

"Lydia brought it, or did someone give it to her?" Scott asked sharply.

"What are you going on about?"

"Stiles said you left the party pretty early with Derek Hale." Rose was taken aback by the slight hostility in his tone.

"Yeah. So what? I wasn't feeling well, and Derek offered to take me home." Well, she thought, that was true, the fact that they went home the long way was not something her brother needed to know, especially as it involved being shot at.

"Something about him is just really," Scott floundered for a moment, trying to find the right word, "off," he ended lamely, not sure if he should mention the two times he had seen the man in question, in the preserve and at Lydia's party, and the strange manner in which he acted on both occasions. Rose frowned at him.

"If there's a problem, why didn't you say something earlier. You didn't say anything all week." Scott shook his head helplessly at her. "Okay, whatever. Look, I have to go, or I'm going to be late."

"Wait-"

"Bye Scott," she cut off as she turned, walking away from him.

"Rose!"

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Scott rode furiously towards the old Hale house, hoping that either Derek Hale was there or there would be some clue to where he was. Rose, and almost certainly Stiles, would tell him he was being an overprotective idiot and tell him to drop whatever issue he had with Derek, and Scott was man enough to admit that they would be partially right. He was protective of his older sister, but he had since their dad had abandoned them both several years ago. On the other hand, Scott also felt he had reasonable justification for not wanting Derek and Rose near each other, and it was exactly as he told Rose, something about the man was off, and if he could not convince Rose to stay away, then he would have to confront Derek.