Teen Wolf Imagines (Requests Closed)

My Favorite Weapon - Part 4 (Chris Argent)

You didn't go far. After all, you still had a pack to save. You left because you were hurt and didn't want to hear Ric and Damon's excuses when they realized that outweighed your anger. Assholes. In actuality, you didn't really leave at all. You simply made your way around the house and sat in a chair beneath the open window so you could still listen to the conversation. You sent several texts while you listened to Ric and the Salvatores explain all about the originals and hybrids. The pack was justifiably concerned that Klaus had set his sights on them.

"I really think the best thing for you all to do is just remain calm. Leave Klaus to the three of us. We're used to dealing with him," your brother offered.

You snorted in disbelief. You wouldn't consider anything they did 'dealing' with the hybrid.

"You can't just expect us to stand aside and do nothing. It's not exactly our style," Chris argued.

"Well, that explains how Y/N fell in with you then," Stefan said.

"Be that as it may, baby brother," Damon interrupted. "I think we can safely speak for Y/N when was say that she would be happier if you all just let us handle it."

You typed out a quick text on your phone. A moment later a sudden burst of laughter came from inside followed by a "Y/N says you're a fucking idiot."

"Stiles," his dad corrected immediately.

"Well, she did. Look."

Several voices started speaking over each other and you turned your head when the back door opened. Chris stuck his head out to smirk in your direction. "Why don't you join us if you're going to pitch in your two cents anyway?"

You sighed dramatically and got to your feet before grinning at him.

"You really thought Stiles was the best choice for that message?" Chris said lowly as you stepped past him.

"If it makes you feel any better, I meant to send it to Scott."

He licked his lips and shook his head as he placed a hand on the small of the back. The two of you stepped into the living room and everyone immediately quieted down. "Thought you left," your brother said after a moment.

You shrugged. "Thought you weren't an asshole, so I guess we were both wrong."

Melissa grimaced. "Can we tone down the language? They're still kids."

"Really, mom?"

"Don't mom me, Scott McCall. God help me, but there has to be some decorum around here."

"We should have rethought the guest list then." Your words may have been for your boyfriend but you made sure you were loud enough for the pack to hear. Their laughter eased some of the tension that had been clouding the air since you arrived with the vampires in tow.

"Y/N," Scott said getting everyone's attention. "You know everyone on all sides of this. What do you think we should do?"

You pursed your lips. "I think we should all just take a minute to breathe here. We don't even know if Klaus is in town yet. I'm waiting to hear back from some people so we have a better idea of what's going on with him. Ric, I'm not going to tell the three of you to go home, but I am going to tell you to stand down. At least for now."

"And if we don't?" Of course, it was Damon who spoke up.

"Did I mention I'm the Sheriff around here?" Stiles' dad piped up.

"Or that I'm fully stocked on vervain?" you added.

Damon took a step back to lean against the wall behind him. "Fair enough."