Family Drama | Act 1
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"FASTER?" Blaze asked as he drove Derek's car down the street as they lead Kate Argent away from Derek who was running from the police.

"Much faster." Scott and Stiles said in unison as they held onto the seats when Blaze pushed harder on the break, a smirk on his face as he sped down the streets.

"Jesus." Scott grumbled as he felt whiplash from the fast Blaze was going, "You're going to kill us."

"Yeah, well if I don't go faster, they're gonna kill us!" Blaze yelled back to him as he drives even faster, "This is fun!"

"Fun?!" Stiles stared at him wide-eyed as Blaze chuckled, leaning back in the car as he looked in the review mirror and saw they were gone.

"They're gone," Stiles said making Scott look behind him from the passenger's seat. Stiles turned on the police scanner, "Units, the suspect is on foot heading into the Iron Works."

Blaze pulled up to the ironworks where they saw Chris Argent shooting at Derek who looked over at him, "Get in!" Scott yelled as he opened the door and jumped into the back sat with Stiles.

Derek jumped in the car and slammed the door shut as he dodged the bullets being shot at him, "What part of "laying low" don't you understand???" Scott snapped.

"Damn it, I had him!" Derek snapped in frustration.

"Who? The Alpha?" Stiles asked leaning between the seats to look at him.

"Yes! He was right in front of me, and the friggin' police showed up."

"Whoa! Hey, they're just doing their jobs--" Stiles defended as Derek glared at him, making him sit back a bit.

"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state!" Derek said sarcastically as he eyed Scott who grimaced.

"Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake. I get it." Scott asked as Blaze nodded, agreeing with his words.

"All right. How did you find him?" Blaze asked glancing over at the older man who stayed and looked at him before looking away making a face that indicates that he wasn't going to tell them.

"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott scoffed.

"Yeah, all of us!" Stiles exclaimed as Derek gave him a look, "Or just him. I'll be back here."

"Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris." Derek explained.

"Our chemistry teacher?" Blaze asked in confusion and annoyance.

"Why him?" Scott asked.

"I don't know yet."

"What's the second?"

"Some kind of symbol." Derek said showing them a piece of paper with a drawing of what looked like a family crest on it, making Scott close his eyes and groan, "What? You know what this is?"

"Scott, speak up now or forever hold your peace," Blaze said looking at him through the mirror.

"I've seen it on a necklace. Allison's necklace."

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Blaze had met a lot of dumbasses in his life. Stiles and Scott being two of them, his parents being another two, Lydia's dad being one, Mr. Harris and Mrs. Paris his bitch of a Human physiologically teacher being another pair, but no one was quite the dumbass that was, as usual, the Jackson Whittmore. He doesn't think he could hate someone as much as he did that dumbass, and he didn't think anyone could be that dumb. and he's friends with Scott Mccall.

because what power-hungry dumbass wants to willingly become a werewolf? It was quite embarrassing for him, as he knows how weak he was compared to McCall, and he wants that boast to get better than him. Blaze wished he could smash the dumbass's head against the wall for even thinking about that type of shit. Being a werewolf may have sounded cool, but he's seen how much it's fucked up his friend's life and he would never want that.

When he left his class, he expected to hear how Scott failed at getting the necklace from his ex-girlfriend, not to hear that not only did he fail at that, but he also failed at hiding what he was, as now Jackson dumbass Whittmore had figured it out and now is demanding to become the same.

"Did you get the necklace?" Stiles asked as he and Blaze sat down with Scott at one of the lunch tables.

"Not exactly," Scott grumbled.

"Just steal the fucking thing, Scott. Don't be an idiot." Blaze smacked him on the arm as Scott sighed and rolled his eyes, "Couldn't we at least try getting to Harris?"

"My dad put him on a twenty-four-hour protective hold detail, okay? The necklace is all we got." Stiles stated.

"Steal it, Scott. Or I will." Blaze said, as Scott just nodded before he caught sight of Jackson watching them with a smug look on his face.

"Stiles, Blaze... he's watching us." Scott tensed as he looked away from the popular boy.

"What's wrong?" Siles asked as he munched on his lunch.

"Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him. Look at me." Scott told the boys when they went to turn their heads, "Just talk to me. Act normal. Pretend that nothing's happening."

"Say something! Talk to me." Scott snapped at Stile across from him who was panicking, "I can't think of anything--my mind, completely blank."

"Your minds blank? You can't think of something to say?"

"Not under this kind of pressure!"

"FYI, he's not even sitting with them anymore," Blaze spoke as he sipped his water. He didn't care about what Jackson knew but he was thinking about threatening him into keeping his mouth shut.

"Where the hell is he?" Scott asked, looking around before he started hearing Jackson's voice again, making him tense and grip his lunch tray.

Blaze saw Scott's knuckles turn white, making him sigh before he grabbed Scott's chin and forcefully made him look him in the eye, talking to the werewolf by surprise, "Stop listening to whatever that dickhead is saying and just focus on me. He is a complete loser who only wants what you have because you're better than him, and he can't handle his ego being knocked down. He only wants the bite because he knows no matter what he can do without it, he'll never reach your level, so don't bother getting pissed at whatever he's saying because he's still going to be that loser who wants a supernatural gift where you're the loser who was forced the supernatural gift."

"It was good until that last part," Scott said, completely forgetting about Jackson and more focused on Blaze and the fact that his hand was still on his face.

"Shut up." Blaze chuckled as he let the boy go, who felt hot and flushed, looking away from Stile who ate his food with a small teasing smirk as he watched the pair.

Scott looked around and didn't see Jackson making him smile down at his plate, glad to know Blaze didn't let the boy get to him.

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Blaze planned on hanging out with Ryle after school, but like usual he got dragged into helping Stiles who got dragged into helping Derek find the alpha by having Danny find out who sent the text to Allison and Ryle the night at the school. So here he was, lounging around Stiles, bed as he tried to convince Danny to trace the text, and Derek who was sitting on a chair, reading a book with a sour look on his face. He always looked sour but today he looked even sourer.

He texted Ryle asking to reschedule their plans before texting Lydia who was ranting to him about how Jackson broke up with her, leaving him with a happy grin but of course, she didn't know that, nor did she have to know.

"Who's he again?" He heard Danny ask as he sat with Stiles at his desk.

"Um, my cousin... Miguel..." Stiles said awkwardly, making Blaze snort and Derek look at him with a glare. Seeing Derek and Stiles's interactions brought him more joy and amusement than he cared to admit. 

"...Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny asked, eyeing the blood on Derek's shirt. 

"He gets these nose blood. More frequent than my mother's mood swings." Blaze rolled his eyes as Stiles nodded.

"Hey, Miguel, I thought I told you; you could borrow one of my shirts?" Stiles looked at him with a pointed look, as Derek continued to glare at him as he closed the book in one swift motion and tossed it on the bed standing up and walking over to his dresser and pulling his shirt off.

Blaze took his eyes off his phone to see the tattoo on Derek's back that looked exactly like the spiral that Scott mentioned the alpha drew on his car.

So, Derek did know what it meant. Little shit.

"Uh, Stiles...." Derek trailed off as the two teenage boys looked at him.

"Yes?"

"This. No... fit..." Derek tugged on the shirt irritably.

"Then try something else on," Stiles said as Blaze laughed as he tried to keep his mouth shut, leaving Derek to glare at him, which left Blaze covering his mouth as he felt the need to laugh harder.

Derek pulled on a blue and orange striped shirt, that was too tight for him as Stiles looked at Danny who had his eye's trained on Derek's body "Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think Danny?"

"Huh?" Danny asked uncomfortable as Blaze rolled his eyes at Stiles.

"The shirt?"

"It's... not really his color," Danny said as Blaze finally laughed seeing the way Derek was standing and the scowl on his face, making Blaze quickly take a picture so he could show Scott later.

"Stiles! None of these fit!" Derek snapped in frustration as he interrupted their conversation again.

"Clearly. Stiles is scrawny and you are not. Here. This will fit better." Blaze sighed as he pulled out an extra dark grey t-shirt he had in his bag and handed it to Derek who pulled it on, and it fit perfectly.

"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text," Danny said, making Stiles silently grin as he pumped his fist in the air behind Danny so he couldn't see it.

Once he was done, they crowded around the computer to see who had sent the text which left them confused, "There. The text was sent from a computer. This one."

"No, no, no, no. That can't be right." Stiles shook his head as he shared a confused look with Blaze.

Melissa Mccall.

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Blaze didn't like people. He was not a people person, nor did he ever want to be. He liked hanging out with friends he barely cared about or hooking up with strangers, he'd never see again, but what he didn't like was growing to care about buzzcut hyperactive idiots who gets themselves into more danger than parties.

The kid was annoying beyond words. He never shut up or slows down but he assumed he had ADHD so he put up with it knowing he couldn't help how he behaved. But what he could help was what dumbass decisions he decided to pull, such as going to the hospital to find Melissa McCall with the most wanted person in the state.

"Did you get the picture?" Blaze heard Scott say from the other side of Stiles's phone as he sat in the back, leaning in between the seats to hear him better.

"Yeah, I did, and it looks just like the drawing." Stiles nodded. Scott had snuck into Allison's room and had taken a picture of the necklace before sending it to Stiles to show Derek.

"Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something-- an inscription, an opening, something..." Derek spoke up from the passenger.

"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 and Blaze? You're supposed to be here. You're first line and Ryle is looking for Blaze." Scott said.

Blaze groaned as he dropped his head. He told Ryle he would be there tonight as he didn't expect to end up at the hospital doing this. He really wanted to play in the game, but he didn't feel comfortable leaving Stiles alone, especially with Derek who he still didn't like or trust.

"Where the hell is Bilinski? And Anderson?" They heard Coach ask.

"Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start..." Scott trailed off as Stiles had a defeated look on his face.

"I know. 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." Stiles said hiding his disappointment which Blaze saw.

"You're not gonna make it," Derek stated as Blaze glared at him.

"Stiles, I can do this myself why don't you go to the school and play your first game? You wanted to long for this to just bail out last minute. We'll be fine." Blaze told the boy, lowing how badly he wanted to be there.

"No, no. I'm fine and I'm not leaving. We're already here. I'll make it eventually." Stiles shrugged.

"And you didn't tell him about his mom, either," Derek added on.

"Not 'til we find out the truth." Stiles shook his head as Blaze agreed.

"By the way? One more thing..." Derek said before Stiles could open his door.

"Yeah?" Derek grabbed Stiles by the back of his head before smashing his face off the steering wheel making him groan in pain and Blaze gaped in shock.

"Oh, God! What the hell was--"

"What the fuck?"

"You know that was for. Go." Derek said sternly as he pointed out the window, "Go!"

"Okay. Jeez." Blaze grumbled as he through Derek one last glare before exiting the car with Stiles and heading inside the hospital to find Melissa who was nowhere to be found, so they called Derek to inform him of their slight delay in plans.

"Yeah, I said we can't find her," Blaze repeated in annoyance.

"Look, ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle." Derek told him.

"Yeah, well, he's not here, either," Stiles said as they looked around his uncle's room where they found an empty bed and an empty wheelchair.

"What?" Derek asked in confusion and Blaze felt a feeling of dread fill his body. As if they were so close to something yet not quite there.

"He's not here. He's gone, Derek." Blaze said as Derek was silent for a moment.

"Blaze, get out of there right now! It's him! He's the Alpha! Get out!" Derek quickly said as Blaze gulped and grabbed Stiles's hand as they walked out of the room only to come face with the one and Peter Hale standing in the flesh as if he didn't spend 6 years in a coma state. The only evidence of the accident was the burn mark across his face.

"You must be Blaze and Stiles," Peter said in a calm voice yet he had a hint of amusement in it.

Blaze kept a cold expression on his face, mashing any fear he currently felt as he stood in front of the human version of the murdered killer that's been terrorizing him and his friends. Meanwhile, Stiles stood there completely confused.

"What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over." His nurse, Jennifer said from behind them.

"You... and him... You're-you're the one who-- Oh, my-- and he's-- Oh, my God, we're gonna die." Stiles finally figured it out as his head snapped between them in a panic.

Much to their relief, Derek appeared, elbowing Jennifer in the face and knocking her unconscious which made Peter mock a frown, "That's not nice. She's, my nurse."

"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people. Get out of the way." Derek told the two boys who awkwardly stood in between them.

"Come on." Blaze grabbed Stiles's hand and ducked as Derek walked closer to Peter and the two began to fight. Throwing punches and clapped at one another but due to Peter's alpha status, he had the upper hand the entire time.

"Let's get the fuck out of here." Blaze gaped as he saw Peter kick Derek's ass.

"We're not going to help him?" Stiles asked as he winced when Peter through Derek across a glass window making it smash.

"How can we help him? We're human and even a werewolf can't beat him! Fuck Derek. I have my family drama to deal with. Let's go!" Blaze snapped incredulously as they both jumped down and ran towards the exit, leaving the two Hales to finish their long overdue family business.

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𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆

Blaze really said "not my family, not my problem". But honesty, I'd do the same.

Thank you for reading and I love you all!!

(I might skip the next chapter as I don't have much to do with putting Blaze in the plot which means it'll go straight to the formal....)