14 // Chapter Fourteen
Miguel Juarez
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Clara followed Stiles up the stairs to his room. He had wanted to trace the text that Allison had gotten from the night of the school incident. Clara obviously had no idea why she had to be there for him to trace one meaningless text.
"Again, why do I have to be here?" Clara questioned as the two walked into his room, Stiles immediately sitting at his computer desk.
"To help me!" Stiles exclaimed while typing away on his laptop.
"With what? Trying to help you trace a text or find a girl who will actually sleep with you?" Clara sarcastically remarked as she flopped down onto his bed, flipping through some book, "Two very different concepts even though one of them is probably impossible."
"Hey Stiles!" Clara heard the Sheriff yell as he walked up the stairs.
"Yo da-Derek?" Stiles yelped out as he whirled around in his chair. Confused, Clara adverted her eyes over to where Stiles was staring at. Derek Hale, in his usual hot yet brooding self, was standing in the corner. He had his index finger pressed against his lip, telling Stiles to shut the hell up, before pointing angrily at the door.
Stiles stumbled over to the entrance of the door, standing in front of his father but also blocking his father's way in. Clara slid off of the bed and walked over to Derek, speaking in a hush tone, "What are you doing here? You do realize you're a wanted fugitive in the Sheriff's household, right?"
"And here I thought you were happy to see me." Derek smirked at his girlfriend.
Unable to hide the small smile and the blush that was creeping up her cheeks, Clara stifled a chuckle.
"Is Clara in there?" She heard the Sheriff ask.
Stiles quickly glanced over at Clara before pulling her next to him. Balancing herself, Clara looked at the Sheriff with a wide smile, "Hey there Sheriff."
"Hey Clara. Are you coming to the lacrosse game tonight?" He asked her.
Clara nodded, "Oh yeah. Save me a seat."
"Sure thing." Sheriff Stilinski chuckled before adverting his attention over to his son, " I'm very proud."
Stiles nodded awkwardly, "Oh, me too. Again, I'm" The Sheriff pulled his son into a hug,"- Huggie - Huggie, huggie -"
"See you there."
"Take it easy." Stiles added on before the Sheriff left. Stiles bent his head back as he sighed in relief. The two teenagers finally re-entered the room but Derek slammed Stiles against the wooden door.
"If you say one word -"
"Oh, what, you mean, like, 'Hey, dad, Derek Hale's in my room - Bring your gun'?" Stiles remarked as Derek became silent, "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy."
Derek remained quite but nodded in agreement, straitening out Stiles' jacket. Stiles, being his usual dorky self, chuckled before straitening out Derek's' leather jacket which Clara knew was probably not a good idea. When Stiles began to walk away, Derek jerked his head at him threateningly.
"Oh my God!" Stiles muttered in fear as Clara giggled.
"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek questioned as Stiles sat back down at his chair and Clara flopped back down on Stiles' bed. She was surprised on how comfy his bed was.
"No. He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try." Stiles explained as Derek shrugged, waiting for Stiles to elaborate, "The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."
"So?"
"So it wasn't Scott."
"Well, can you find out who sent it?"
"Not us." Clara stated as they turned their heads at her, "But I think I know somebody who can."
"You want me to do what?" Danny asked, bewildered as he looked down at Stiles.
Stiles sighed in frustration, "Trace a text."
"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do." Danny retorted. Clara didn't really want to drag Danny into this mess but desperate times come desperate measures.
"And we will, once you trace the text." Stiles responded, growing more and more annoyed by the second.
"And what makes you think I know how?" Danny questioned him.
Stiles cocked his head to the side, "I - I looked up your arrest report, so -"
"I - I was 13. They dropped the charges." Danny defended himself as Stiles threw his hands up in defense, "No! We're doing lab work!"
While Stiles was trying not to have a mini-melt down, Danny sat down next to him. Clara was sitting next to Derek at the back of the room while her boyfriend was reading a rather large and thick book. She was pretty sure it was a chemistry book that Stiles had messily placed somewhere random on the floor.
Danny curiously glanced over at the werewolves in the back before asking Stiles, "Who's the guy sitting next to Clara?"
Stiles looked back at Derek before answering, thinking of the first cover-up that he could think of in his head, "Um, my cousin - Miguel."
While Derek slowly looked up, glaring at the Stilinski, Clara was trying so hard not to laugh out loud. She covered her mouth and turned her head away, her stomach already starting to hurt.
"Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny mumbled to Stiles.
"Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds. Hey, Miguel." Stiles announced as him and Danny looked at him. Derek looked up once more, irritation clear in his eyes.
"I thought I told you could borrow one of my shirts." Stiles said, shifting his eyes to the dresser of clothes and then to Derek.
Derek, seeing as he might as well play along with the act, stood up and took off his shirt. Clara smirked in appreciation as she cocked her head to the side, shamelessly admiring his back.
"So anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably -"
"Uh, Stiles."
All eyes went to Derek who held one of Stiles' shirts before tugging at it, "This - no fit."
' "Then try something else on. Sorry." Stiles responded but his gears started to shift once he notice the obvious glancing at Derek and discomfort that Danny was having, "Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny? The shirt."
Clara looked over at Derek and saw him in an orange and blue polo shirt that was far past "too tight". Screwing her eyes shut, Clara began laughing under a small amount of self control.
Danny looked over at him, awkwardly, "It's - it's not really his color."
As Derek angrily started to tug off his shirt, Stiles looked over at Danny in amusement, " You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy?"
"You're a horrible person." Danny muttered back.
"I know. It keeps me awake at night. Anyway, about that text-" Stiles was interrupted by a very frustrated Derek.
"Stiles! None of these fit!" Derek snapped back with irritation.
Seeing as Stiles nor Danny was going to help Derek find a shirt that actually fit, he turned over to his girlfriend, "Clara-"
"I don't know, I kind of like you all shir-"
"Please." He pleaded.
Rolling her eyes, Clara stood up, "Fine."
"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text." She heard Danny say as she stood next to Derek. Clara smirked in satisfaction before helping Derek find a decent shirt.
"Got it!" Danny announced after a few minutes.
Derek and Clara walked over and stood behind the two boys, eyes locked onto the computer screen as Danny improvised, "There. The text was sent from a computer. This one."
"Registered to that account name?" Derek questioned, raising his eyebrows.
"No, no, no, no. That can't be right." Stiles mumbled under his breath as his eyes scanned over the screen.
The text was sent by Melissa McCall. Scott's mother and very much not an Alpha killer.
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"Did you get the picture?"
"Yeah, I did, and it looks just like the drawing."
Derek grabbed Stiles' arm roughly and pulled it towards him, the phone close to his ear, "Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something."
"No, no, the thing's flat. And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? You're supposed to be here. You're first line!" Scott exclaimed on the other end of the phone. " Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start." Stiles and Clara all sat in the jeep outside of the hospital while talking to Scott who was already at the game.
"I know." Stiles huffed in frustration, " Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him - tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks."
Derek watched as Stiles hung up the phone, "You're not gonna make it."
"I know."
"And you didn't tell him about his mom, either." Derek added on.
"Not until we find out the truth." Clara stated as she glanced at the sign that said "Beacon Memorial Hospital".
"By the way, one more thing."
Before Stiles could even react or respond, Derek slammed his head into the steering wheel. Clara watched with wide eyes as Stiles' face twisted in pain, "Oh, God! What the hell was -"
"You know what that was for!" Derek yelled, pointing an accusing finger at him, "Go. Go!"
Stiles got out, still grunting in pain. Clara awkwardly followed him towards the hospital. The hospital was quite and the most weird part was that there was no workers around. No doctors or nurses. Nothing, everything silent.
As the two walked down the hallway, Stiles pulled out his phone and called Derek, "Yeah, I said I can't find her."
"Look, ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle."
Clara and Stiles both peered into Peter Hale's hospital room but it was completely empty, "Yeah, well, he's not here either."
"What?"
"He's not here. He's gone, Derek." Stiles annoying repeated.
There was a pause on the other end until Derek spoke in an urgent tone, "Stiles, Clara, get out of there right now - it's him! He's the Alpha! Get out!"
Clara whipped around and her eyes widened in fear while her mouth gaped open once she was standing in front of the infamous Peter Hale, the Alpha who's been terrorizing the town.
"You must be Stiles." Peter said causally before moving his eyes to meet Clara, "And the lovely Clara. I've been waiting to meet you."
The two teenagers backed away before turning around. But they froze once Jennifer, Peter's nurse, stood feet away, " What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over."
"You - and him. You're - you're the one who - Oh, my - and he's - Oh, my God, we're gonna die!" Stiles started to ramble, his eyes bulging out of his sockets with fear.
Derek came out of nowhere and elbowed Jennifer in the face, knocking her down to the ground. His face was stern and cold, his eyes filled with rage.
"That's not nice. She's my nurse." Peter said amused.
"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people. Get out of the way." Derek warned, his eyes locked onto Peter's.
Stiles' slumped his shoulders, "Oh crap."
Stiles dropped down to the ground with Clara, both against the white wall of the hospital hallway. Peter stepped forward, "You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?"
Derek's eyes flashed blue as he roared. Derek tried to make his move but Peter was too fast. Clara watch the two fight, trying multiple times to get up and help Derek fight but Stiles would yank her back down.
Stiles dragged her behind the receptionist's desk, both of them bent down and listening.
"My mind, my personality were literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct."
"You want forgiveness?"
A few more punches were thrown along with groans of pain, mostly coming from Derek, "I want understanding."
Clara snapped her head over to Stiles, "We have to help him!"
"He'll kill us!" Stiles hissed back harshly.
Clara knew better than to get involved with this fight; an omega, like herself, getting in between a fight between an Alpha and his beta was no where near a good idea. Clara nodded at Stiles. But she did hear something interesting.
"Your little Clara seems to mean a lot to you." Peter taunted him.
"Don't touch her!" Derek angrily spat out.
The two teenagers snuck out of the hospital once Derek crawled away to another room, Peter following. Once the two got into the car, tiles was all frantic and panic while Clara was just silent.
She has never felt more guilty.
episode nine is done! ten is coming!
~ ~ ~ Monrox (Katie)