Blurry » Sterek

Chapter 22

"Hey, buddy," Stiles greets, only for Scott to move past him, eyes darting frantically across the mass of students. "What's going on?"

Ignoring the questions, Scott finally focuses his attention on Stiles. "Have you seen Allison?" He asks quickly, grip tightening around the straps to his backpack. "No. Why, did something happen?"

"No—I mean, I don't think so. I had this dream and—I just have to find her, Stiles," he panics, rushing past others to the front doors. "Okay, I'll help. Tell me what happened in your dream." Scott cringes as vivid images of him dragging Allison by the ankle and blood oozing from a gash on her head flash to the front of his mind. He tells Stiles as much as he can manage without completely freaking out.

"Uh, Scott," Stiles gulps, eyes glued on a school bus ripped apart, matching the description of Scott's dream events. The werewolf takes off, leaving Stiles to stare at the mess his best friend could have caused.

Scott: I found her. She's okay

Stiles: Good...but who's blood was that?

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Lunch comes as a much needed break from unimportant lectures when the duo have a real problem to solve at the moment.

Scott peaks around to make sure no one is in ear shot, frowning guiltily at Stiles. "I think I killed someone last night."

"No, dude, there's no way," Stiles brushes off, covering the fear that Scott might just be right. "Stiles, I remember being there. Maybe it wasn't Allison, but it was someone."

"There has to be a way we can be sure," Stiles thinks out loud. He stands suddenly with an idea, earning a furrowed eyebrow from Scott. "Come on, I know who can help."

Derek heaves a sigh at the two approaching males, using just his eyes to address them as they take a seat at his table. "Let me guess, you want to know if you killed that guy last night," Derek says before either can even get a word out. Stiles turns to Scott with a shrug, gesturing that he should continue the conversation. "Yes," he admits, "Is there anyway to know for sure?"

Glancing briefly at Stiles, Derek nods. "You have to trust your senses, Scott. You've been trying to suppress this new side of you when you need to be embracing it. Use your sense of smell, touch, and sight. Your body will remember for you, if you let it," he explains seriously. Being born as a werewolf, you have more time to learn what it means to be a shapeshifter, how to listen to your wolf and use your abilities. Being bitten means giving the werewolf a crash course and hoping they learn before hurting someone.

"Come back tonight," Derek eventually adds.

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Stiles pulls his Jeep up to the gate leading back to the bus parking lot. Derek steps out of the shadows, gesturing over to the crime scene. Scott takes a deep breath before climbing from the passenger seat, leaving the door open. After a few moments of watching Scott, Derek moves to lean against the powder blue Jeep.

"Thanks for helping him. I've been trying, but obviously an actual werewolf is a lot better than me looking stuff up on google," Stiles sends a half grin when Derek pokes his head into his vehicle for a moment. The werewolf almost tell Stiles the main reason he's so willing to help Scott is for Stiles in the first place, mostly so he doesn't hurt the human. He refrains, still keeping a layer of amor around himself. "I can't let the idiot expose werewolves, now can I?" Derek eventually replies. "Right," Stiles agrees.

This time Stiles lets the silence linger, hoping one of these times Derek breaks it first with conversation. That step may be further in the future, but it would definitely be a big leap from Derek completely ignoring him unless he's in danger or needs help.

"Someone's coming," Derek states all of a sudden. "What?" Stiles questions dumbly, lost in thought. "Someone's coming, Stiles! Get Scott out of there!"

Without another second of hesitation, Stiles lays on the horn. He presses down a few more times before seeing Scott fly across the distance between them. Derek swings into the passenger seat, quickly climbing into the back just in time for Scott to throw himself in and slam the door closer.

A guard begins shouting at them, chasing the Jeep with his flashlight for mere seconds before giving up.

After putting a safe distance between themselves and the school, Stiles lightens his foot on the gas pedal. "Did you remember?" He inquires, Derek leans forward, curious as well. "Yeah. I didn't hurt him, but I was there. The alpha called me there...I-I think he wanted me to kill with him," Scott shivers at the thought. Derek sighs, earning a quizzical look from the other two. "Killing as pack is like initiation. He wants you to kill with him to prove you're worthy of being his beta..." Derek trails off, holding the worst of that fact back. "And what if I don't? What if I choose not to kill?" Scott stares back at Derek with brown innocent eyes, making him uneasy with his next piece of information. "...then he'll kill you."