Teen Wolf Imagines (Requests Closed)

My Favorite Weapon - Chris Argent (part 2)

A/N: At least one more part coming for this one. 

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You closed the distance between you and the teens in two long strides. "What's his name?"

"What?" Stiles stuttered again.

For the love of— "His. Name."

A hand settled on your back. "Calm down, sweetheart," Chris said, his voice soft and full of worry.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. This wasn't you. Well, it was, but not the you they were used to. You rolled with the punches and just went with the flow. You did not freak out, but you certainly were right now. It wasn't even so much that your life from Mystic Falls had followed you here. No, it was that they hadn't contacted you first. And that you had no idea just how much of it had followed you.

Taking another breath, you opened your eyes and licked your lips. "What's the new kid's name? Anyone know?"

"Stefan something, I think," Allison piped up.

Well, that was better than some of the alternatives. "Have any of you noticed anyone else new around?"

Several of them shook their heads, but Lydia simply frowned.

"What is it, Lydia?"

"There's a new substitute. Well, not us but the freshman."

"History?"

She tilted her head. "How did you know?"

You sighed. "Long story. I don't think it's anything to worry about. Just let me know if anyone else shows up." Your gaze shifted to Allison. "You still have that tea I gave you?"

She nodded. "I think I'm about out. Dad doesn't drink it though, so we should have another box."

You turned to Chris and arched a brow. He shrugged. "I'm a coffee guy. You know that."

"I've got something else that will work for you. For all of you actually." One of the things you hated most in life was the taste of vervain so you'd been experimenting with other ways to take it. You'd finally come up with a capsule version you could just swallow like a pill.

You grabbed your bag from the chair where you'd left it and grabbed the two bottles you and Deaton had made earlier. He'd helped you figure out the effective dosage and was practiced at making his own capsules of stuff for the animals. You dumped them on the counter and split them up, making sure to include piles for Peter, Melissa and the sheriff. Deaton already had a supply.

You yanked the box of sandwich bags from the drawer and placed them on the counter. "Everyone take a pile. Stiles, take one for your dad. Scott, take one for your mom. Derek, take Peter's. Allison, you keep drinking the tea until I can get more pills made."

When no one approached the counter, you looked up to find them all staring at you in various stages of disbelief. "What?"

Chris stepped forward, his hands in front of him as if he was preparing to calm a skittish animal. "What is going on, Y/N?"

"Nothing. It's nothing. Just take the pills. It's a precaution, that's all."

Derek arched a brow and crossed his arms over his chest. "Bullshit. I've never seen you like this. You need to start talking."

You leaned your head back as you fisted your hands on your waist. Okay, maybe you could have handled this better. In Mystic Falls though you'd learned to panic first and ask questions later otherwise you'd end up dead. Finally, you heaved out a sigh a looked at all of them. "It's not a pack thing. It's a personal thing. If that changes, I'll let you know. Just, please take the pills. One a day. It's all natural. There's nothing in them that will hurt you. Deaton helped me make them."