Second Chance at First Line
Author's Note: Sorry! I know, Derek was so OC, but it was too hard to resist! Besides, I had to give Ami something she's really good at. So I picked dance, and I mean like Latin dancing.
Thanks to all my awesome reviewers!
Ash B Bramble-maybe. Unfortunately, because of her relationship with Derek, she's pretty much off-limits to Isaac and Boyd, and Danny and Jackson and eventually Scott scare off everyone else. But we shall see what my imagination brings about
Chapter 4-Second Chance at First Line
Scott spent most of Saturday sleeping off the full moon, and Sunday escaped to Stiles' house. I worked both days, and Derek found me in the store on Saturday morning to tell me about the hunters.
'Stay away from my house around the full moon, ok? They'll be out in force,' he told me. I'd nodded, allowed him a sip of my hot chocolate and watched him leave.
On Monday, everything seemed too calm, like a storm was brewing, and it all came down at practice. Jackson took a long stick, making him defense, and I knew I had to watch. The blonde slammed kid after kid back, and Coach Flintstock only egged on the other kids. Scott was so clearly distracted, and I moved down to the line to talk to Stiles.
"What happened?" I demanded.
"You know about the hunters, right?" he asked, watching Scott carefully. When I nodded, he continued, "Yeah, well the one that shot Scott is Allison's father."
"Damn," I growled and moved back up to the bleachers. Coach would make both of us run if he caught me talking to Stiles. And he wouldn't care about the fact that I was in heels and a skirt. He'd make me take my shoes off and run anyway. And then Jackson slammed Scott to the ground. Scott got up slowly, holding his arm, and doubled over. Concentrating, I saw the signs. I pulled out my phone and sent Derek a text to come. I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop Scott if he shifted on the field.
"McCall's gonna do it again!" Coach told the team, but I heard the barb aimed at my brother. He took his place at the front of the attacking line, drawing a deep breath as he set his shoulders.
Scott charged. He lowered his shoulder and slammed Jackson back, and I winced. Then Scott grabbed at his head and fell to his knees. "Shit!" I gasped, running down the bleachers as Stiles grabbed Scott. The team gathered around Jackson, but I knew where the real concern was. Stiles looked up at me, panic clear on his face, and I motioned towards the locker room. As Stiles and Scott jogged passed him, my attention was drawn to the fact that Derek was there, standing at the edge of the field.
I ran passed him, hurrying after Scott, but he caught me outside the locker room. "Do something!" I cried. "Stop him!"
"Stiles needs to see how dangerous Scott is. They both need to understand that Scott can't play until he knows how to control this."
"Get away from me!" Scott roared, and I tried to pull free from Derek. I could hear the growls and the snarls and the crashes of Stiles hitting lockers.
"Derek!" I pleaded.
"He hasn't touched him yet," he assured me, listening easily. Then there was a roar, and a weird sound and distressed snarls. "Stiles has it under control," he told me, and then said boy was there, clutching the fire extinguisher.
"Stiles," Scott wheezed, making both Stiles and I lean around the door frame. "What happened?" Scott asked.
Stiles sighed, relieved, and stepped into the locker room, dropping the extinguisher. He pulled off his gloves throwing one aside, and said, "You tried to kill me. It's like I told you before, it's the anger, it's your pulse rising. It's a trigger."
"But that's lacrosse," Scott protested.
"It doesn't matter," I told him, loosening Derek's hold on me enough to lean around the doorway.
"It's a pretty violent game if you hadn't noticed," Scott said.
"Well, it's gonna end up a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. You can't play Saturday, you're gonna have to get out of the game," Stiles replied.
"But I'm first line," Scott reminded him.
"Not anymore," Stiles told him sadly.
"He's right, Scott. It's too dangerous. What if you really hurt someone?" I asked, letting Derek pull me away from the locker room.
When Scott got home a few minutes after Derek dropped me off, I knew he was still off. Once he flopped onto his bed, I joined him, resting my head on his back. Mom came in a minute later saying, "Hey, late shift again for me. But I am taking Saturday off to see your first game."
"No, Mom you can't," Scott protested. I sat up, bracing my weight on my elbows as I looked at her sadly.
"I can, and I will. Come on, one shift isn't gonna break us. At least, not completely," Mom sighed.
"I'll see if I can work overtime on Sunday," I offered, "Mr. Roberts usually has book work I can do."
"Hey what's wrong with your eyes?" she asked, sounding both concerned and possibly suspicious. Scott instantly sat up, probably thinking they were yellow, and I leaned over his shoulder to see. But I relaxed back onto the bed when I saw that they were normal. "You look like you haven't slept in days," Mom told him.
"Oh, it's nothing, I'm just stressed," Scott tried to assure her.
"Jut stress. Nothin' else," Mom pressed.
"Homework," Scott muttered.
"I mean, it's not like you're on drugs or anything, right?" she asked.
"Right now?" Scott checked. I groaned at his stupidity and dropped my face into his comforter.
"Right now? I'm sorry, what do you mean right now. Have you ever taken drugs?" Mom demanded.
"Have you?" Scott asked. That shut her up pretty fast and I got up to follow her out.
"Get some sleep," she suggested, walking out. Down stairs, where I started making grilled cheese sandwiches, she asked, "He's not on drugs, right?"
"No, neither of us is. He's not kidding about homework, and Coach pushes him really hard, and I don't think my waking him up with nightmares is helping much," I informed her. She kissed my temple before she left, offering me a sympathetic smile. When dinner was done, I called Scott down, and watched him scarf down two entire sandwiches and half of mine. "Here," I called, throwing him an apple as he left.
When I walked up the stairs to my room to get in the shower, I heard Stiles say that Jackson had a separated shoulder. I guessed they were using video chat, since speaker phone had a crappy sound quality. I tuned out their talking with my earphones, but I couldn't ignore the sound of something slamming into the wall between our rooms. Jumping up, I ran through the hallway to peak in.
"What are you talking about?" Scott demanded, his voice slightly muffled and slurred. Looking in I found that to my complete shock Derek had Scott pinned against the wall. I listened to Derek, heard him berating Scott, and retreated to my room.
Sinking onto my bed, I pulled my feet up as I stared out the window at the waning moon. After a minute, I could feel his eyes boring into my back, and I leaned forward. I opened the window and curled up on my side, turning my back on Derek. "Ami," he said quietly. "I'm sorry, but I don't have very long to teach him. To the Argents, he's the main target until he learns control."
"You mean until he's in control. They'll hunt him no matter what if they find out the Alpha can compel him," I replied.
It was the hand on my shoulder that made me roll over, trying to mask my wince. "I know," Derek sighed, standing over me. "I'm so sorry, Ami. I don't know what I'm doing," he said, and then the look in his eyes changed. "You're in pain," he observed. I glanced down at his hand, and he pulled his hand back. Only to yank my jacket and shirt aside, revealing the square of white bandages on the back of my shoulder. "What happened?" he demanded his voice a low growl I recognized.
"It was my fault, Derek. Scott closed his window Friday night, and I went in and opened it. He was in the bathroom, trying to relax, so I locked the door to the bathroom from inside my room. Stiles wasn't supposed to show up, but he did, and Scott slammed the door shut on him. Then Stiles told him about you driving Allison, and went straight for the window. I didn't get out of the way fast enough," I explained, sitting up.
"Let me see," he ordered. I shed my jacket and pulled off my shirt, leaving me in a black cami that exposed the entire bandage. Pushing my hair out of the way, he peeled it away and I hissed in pain. "Did you clean them?" he asked. Afraid that if I spoke my voice would crack in pain, I nodded. "They still look fresh," he murmured.
I knew that the four jagged lines were still red and open, but I thought they'd stopped bleeding. "Acting like there's nothing wrong hurts enough to keep them from healing," I replied, my nails digging into my palms. I felt some of the pain leave my body and turned on him with a protest, "You're not supposed to do that to me."
"It's not serious," he assured me, and I let him replace the bandage. Then he leaned down to kiss the top of my head and was gone. I closed the window behind him, basking in the moonlight for a minute before crawling into bed.
Friday came way faster than I thought it would, but it was Saturday I was dreading. In the Algebra 2 class I shared with Scott and Lydia, I breathed instructions to Scott to help him solve the problem on the board; I knew he could hear me, even though I could barely hear myself. "Leave him be, Lydia. Jackson wouldn't have gotten hurt if he wasn't trying to show Scott up," I muttered to her, glaring at her as she sat down beside me.
When I walked out of my French class, I had to move aside for Lydia and some lacrosse kid I didn't know the name of and saw Allison pass me. "Allison!" Scott called, but she was walking away.
"I really have to go," she replied, looking over her shoulder. Her black jacket was slung over her arm, and I realized Scott knew Derek had returned it. I watched as Scott's shoulders rose and his jaw clenched, but he didn't shift. I hurried over and caught his arm, forcibly dragging him with me to our next class.
In the hallway after school, Jackson and Danny stole me away from Allison, and I took Danny's other jersey from him with a grin. "Convince Lydia to wear yours, yet, Jackson?" I teased. He glared at me and I grinned up at him. He suddenly noticed something, and I flinched back when he reached for my shoulder. "Don't," I hissed at him, turning away.
"What happened?" he demanded.
"I went to see Scott at the clinic and one of the dogs bit me. It's nothing serious, it just hurts," I told him. He nodded, though I knew he didn't completely believe me, and Danny wrapped his arm around my waist.
"So, Pixie girl, who was that tall, dark, handsome dancer?" he asked, and I realized I'd been so busy I hadn't gotten to tell him about my brother being back.
"Do you remember Cora Hale?" I replied.
"Of course; she was your Jackson," he assured me.
"Do you remember how close I was to the rest of the family?" I went on, walking with him towards the parking lot.
"I remember that Mrs. Hale came to your competitions even when Melissa couldn't, and Laura used to teach you to dance, and Eric used to pick you up from school with Cora," he told me.
"Do you remember Derek? He was older than Cora, but younger than Laura," I hoped my tone would tell him, and of course, him being Danny, he figured it out.
"That was Derek Hale?" he exclaimed, and I hushed him instantly.
"My god, Danny, quiet. Yes, that was Derek; yes, he's hot; yes, he's staying for awhile; no, he's not my boyfriend; no, I don't have a crush on him," I whispered as we crossed the parking lot.
"Damn, you know me too well," he sighed.
"I don't care even if you are gay, I'm not talking boys with you," I laughed, sliding into the passenger seat of his dark blue Mazda. He shook his head at me and I glanced down at my phone.
"Heard that," a text message from Derek told me. I looked around the parking lot, but I couldn't see him anywhere. "So, what am I if I'm not a boyfriend or crush?" came the next message.
"What are you doing here now? You're my brother, wise-ass," I replied.
"Returning Allison's jacket. I sure do a better job of it than your actual brother," he said.
"Leave him alone. It's not his fault he got bit. He's got a lot on his plate right now," I reminded him. "Where are we going anyway?" I asked Danny.
"The bakery Josh always goes to after school," he replied.
"I finally get to meet him?" I asked, grinning over at him.
"He insisted," the tall boy informed me. I giggled and leaned over to play with the radio, only to have my hand swatted away. "I like this song," Danny said.
My phone buzzed in my hand and I looked down, expecting to see Derek's teasing response. Instead, I read, "Go home right now. Your brother just came by my place, and he's not happy. He saw the place where I buried Laura." I groaned and sat back angrily. "You can't come, can you?" Danny asked, looking over at my face.
"No. My brother's done something unusually stupid," I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from slamming my phone down on the dash board. Danny nodded and headed for my house. When he pulled up in the driveway, I saw Stiles' Jeep and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Wish me luck," I sighed.
"Call me tonight, okay, Pixie?" he requested.
"You got it, Danny-boy," I smiled at him, loving him even more for not being upset with me, and darted up the walkway to the house. I stormed up the stairs and waited outside Scott's room.
"But when we do know, your dad nails Derek for the murder, and you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there's no way I'm not playing that game," Scott said. They came out of the bedroom, but froze in place when they found me blocking the stairs.
"Derek Hale is not a murderer," I snapped at them. Stiles flinched, but Scott was angry, and stubborn.
"I smelled the blood. I saw the burial spot," he growled at me.
"And did you even think about the fact that the BURNED DOWN, ABANDONED HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS WOULD MAKE THE PERFECT PLACE TO HIDE A BODY?" I snarled. Scott's hands clenched at his side, and I glared at him. But I knew I couldn't tell him that the girl was Derek's sister. I had no way to prove it. And I had way to prove that it was the Alpha who'd killed her.
Stiles sighed and lifted me over his shoulder, carrying me down the stairs as Scott followed. I didn't bother to fight; I couldn't make him out me down with any amount of yelling at him or pounding on his back. He'd just ignore me and I'd still end up in the back seat of the Jeep.
But I drew the line at going in the hospital. I hated the building with a passion, another thing I'd picked up from Cora. Closed in, with lots of people and suffering, in a too sterile building; yeah, no thanks.
When Scott and Stiles came out a little while later, Scott was angry and convinced. Stiles headed for our house, and I grabbed Scott by the shoulder. "You can't do this. We have to trespass to get up there, and even if the police believe you, how do explain how you found her, how you knew it was the same girl, any of it?" I asked. "You can't, not without exposing yourself or making yourself look crazy."
"I don't care, Ami. Derek has to pay for what he's done. And this will keep him away from us," Scott declared. I shook my head, but I knew Scott didn't remember that Derek was just as much my older brother as he was. I doubted he even remembered my friendship to Cora.
When Stiles and Scott packed up the gear they thought they'd need, I got out of the car and went inside. I wasn't helping them dig up the body of the girl who'd been my older sister.
Sitting on my bed in the growing moonlight, I messaged Derek, "Leave the house now. Scott knows about the body and he's coming to dig up the half at the house. I couldn't stop him. He doesn't know it's your sister. You have to tell him about the Alpha. He's going to have you arrested."