CHAPTER NINE: wolf's bane

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CASPIAN THADDEUS WAS IN THE BACKSEAT, STARING AT THE HUNTER IN THE CAR BEHIND THEM.  Scott was driving, Stiles in the passenger seat. "Faster?" Scott asked.

"Yes! They are practically tailgating us! Drive faster!" Caspian yelled.

"You have you're seatbelt on, right?" Scott asked, still driving at the same pace.

"Yes! Drive faster!"

Scott pressed down on the gas, picking up the pass.

"Hey, Scott, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here," Stiles spoke.

"If I go faster I'll kill us."

"Well, if you don't go faster they're gonna kill us!"

Once again, Scott pressed down on the gas, speeding up.

"They're gone," Stiles smiled, before he turned on the radio.

"All units, suspect is on foot, heading into the iron works."

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" Caspian yelled, sliding over in the seat.
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They pulled up to iron works, Scott having driven faster in order to get there quicker.

"Get in," Stiles ordered before he jumped into the back seat.

Derek ran forward, jumping into the car.

"What part of laying low don't you understand?"

Derek hit the dashboard. "Damn it, I had him!"

"Who? The Alpha?" Stiles asked,

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

"Whoa! Hey, they're just doing their jobs--" Stiles started, going to defend his father and the people who worked with his dad.

Derek stoped him by turning his head, shooting him an annoyed and angry look. "Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state!"

"Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake. I get it." Scott says, defensibly.

"All right. How did you find him?" Stiles sighed.

Derek says nothing.

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

"Yeah, all three of us!" Stiles pushed forward. Derek turned to him, glaring once again. ."..Or, just him. I'll be back here." Stiles moved back to the seat.

"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."

"Harris? As in your chemistry teacher?" Caspian asked.

"Why him?" Scott questioned.

"I don't know yet." Derek answered

"What's the second?"

"Some kind of symbol," Derek removed a piece of paper from his pocket, lifting it to show the others.  But, when he saw Scott's facial expression, he questioned it. "What? You know what this is?"

"I've seen it on a necklace. Allison's necklace."
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"This is gonna be impossible, you know..." Scott says as they enter the double-school doors

"Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?" Stiles questioned.

"Would you let an ex borrow something?" Caspian asked.

"How?" Scott asked at the same time.

"It's easy! You just say, "Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an Alpha Werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you?"" Stiles mocked.

"You're not helping."

"When is he ever?" Caspian sarcastically asked back.

Stiles spared a glare at Caspian before looking back at Scott. "Why don't you just talk to her?"

"She won't talk to me. What if she only takes it off in the shower or something?"

"Hey, Caspian!" Jeremiah yelled, having seen the familiar-red hoody, and quickly moved to follow him.

Caspian turned, smiling when seeing the other.  "Hey, Jer-"

Stiles pulled Caspian back, faking a smile at Jeremiah. "Caspian's busy."

Caspian eyes Stiles, confused. Jeremiah glanced at Scott, glaring back at Stiles. Caspian turned to Scott, going to tell him to keep being Batman before he realized that Scott was staring, seemingly distracted. Caspian sighed, turning back to Jeremiah. "We've got to get to class."

"Captain, wait, no," Stiles started, reaching for the boy who dodged under his hand with a confused look.
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"Are you okay?" Jeremiah questioned Caspian.

"What? Yeah, of course. Why do you ask?" Caspian asked, head snapping back to look at the other.

"Derek Hale is still on the lose, you were-you had been in the school the night he killed the janitor? Right?"

"Yes. Didn't I already tell you that?" Caspian questioned back.

"Yeah. But, he was seen last night, wasn't he?" Jeremiah asked.

Caspian turned, back to face the blond-haired boy. "...yes. He was. He hasn't been caught yet."
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Apparently, Jackson had discovered that Scott was a werewolf, how he had, they didn't know. Captain was surprised that Jackson was smart enough to figure such a thing out. When he said it, Scott told him that it was serious and he couldn't be joking around. So, he didn't say what he had wanted to asked Stiles.

And then Jeremiah found him, asking questions about the homework on chemistry class.
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"Did you get her to give you the necklace?" Stiles asked Scott.

"Not exactly..." Scott replied.

"Ah... What happened?"

"She told me not to talk to her... at all."

"...So, she's not giving you the necklace?"

"She's not giving me the necklace!"

"So. We have to figure out how else to get the necklace from her?" Caspian asked. "did you find anything else out?"

"Just that I know nothing about girls, and that they're totally psychotic."

"Okay, I came up with a Plan B just in case anything like this happened."

"And I came up with a plan C incase Stiles's plan be gets us arrested," Caspian grins when Stiles looks at him, annoyed.

Scott frowned. "What's Plan B?"

"Just steal the stupid thing!"

"See. Would get us arrested," Caspian points out

"You're a child! A twelve-year-0ld it doesn't matter!" Stiles says.

"And your the Sheriff's son," Caspian says back. "If anyone can get away with something illegal, it's you."

"Then why are you disagreeing with my plan?"

Scott sighs, annoyed. "Couldn't we try at least getting to Harris?"

"My dad put him on a twenty-four-hour protective detail, okay? The necklace is all we got," Stiles replied. Before Caspian could speak, Stiles was quicker. "Steal it. Thank you."

"So-" Caspian started.

"...Stiles, Caspian he's watching us,"  Scott whispered. "Act normally."

"Act normally?" Caspian harshly whispered. "Luckily, my back is turned to the motherfucker, but how the fuck are to you acting normally?"

Scott winced. Then his face portrayed panic.

"What's wrong?" Caspian whispered.

"Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him. Look at me. Just talk to me. Act normal. Pretend that nothing's happening." Scott panicked.

"I'm gonna report him." Caspian says, trying to think of why he could report Jackson. "If I say he's stalking me, how serious will it be taken?"

"Say something. Talk to me!" Scott panicked, whispering harshly.

"I can't think of anything-- my mind's a complete blank!" Stiles panicked back.

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

"Not under this kind of pressure!" Stiles says, stressed. "FYI, he's not even sitting with them anymore."

Both Scott and Stiles looked, Caspian making a gesture in front of his chest for the two to stop. "Stop searching for him. That's even more suspicious. You could have blamed it on a headache or that you were sick." Caspian lowly whispered.

"Where the hell is he?"  Scott asked.

A moment of silence before Scott lowly muttered a single word, angrily. "Yes."

Scott's hand was shaking, the small water-bottle in his hand being crushed as he took a sip from it. Scott was shaking from anger.

"Scott, come on, you can't let him do this. You can't let him have this kind of power over you, okay?" Stiles lowly muttered.

Scott had grabbed his tray, shaking it before he twisted his hand, snapping the tray in half. Everyone in the cafeteria turned to him, Caspian dunked his head.
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Caspian had followed Stiles into the Stilinski household.   Caspian and Stiles had entered their shared room.

"Hey, Stiles! Caspian, you here?" Noah called out, unsure if Caspian returned to the house or had gone to the MCCall residence.

"Holy-" Caspian stars, jumping when he had seen Derek behind the bedroom door.

Stiles, too immersed in whatever he's doing on the computer to give a proper answer, twists around halfway as he keeps his eyes on the screen. "Yo, D--" He stopped as he sees Derek, standing behind the door. "Derek?"

Derek's finger shoots to his lips as he signals for Stiles to shut up. He points a finger angrily in the direction of the ajar door.

"I, um... Stiles stumbles towards the door frantically as he slips outside and closes the door with a clumsy crash, making it rattle on its hinges.

Caspian quickly blocking the small space that Stiles left open.

Noah frowned at how the two reacted. "What'd you say?"

"What? I said, "Yo, D-Dad."" Stiles tried to play it cool.

"Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, it's both if your's first game!"

"My first game... Guh, it's great! Awesome. Uh, good!" Stiles ranted.

"Right. I'm on the field today," Caspian says, looking as if he forget before looking back at Noah with a smile, before he realized what the older man had said. "Wait, you're gonna be there for both of us?"

Caspian was surprised to man knew that Caspian was playing tonight.

"Of course I am. I'm very happy for you. And I'm really proud of you. Both of you," Noah adds, when seeing Caspian look over at Stiles.

"Thanks. Me too. I'm happy and proud of myself. And Caspian, of course," Stiles says, awkwardly before smiling as he looked back at Caspian, who was seeming to continue getting confused at the attention he was receiving.

"So, they're really gonna let you play, right?" Noah asked.

"Yeah, Dad-- I'm first line! We're both first line. Believe that?" Stiles voice cracks at the end, excitement filling him.

Noah smiled bigger. "I'm very proud."

"Oh, me, too. Again, I'm--" Sheriff Stilinski pulls Stiles into a hug, both of them patting each other on the back. Stiles more awkward, as he was trying not to push the door open. "Huggie, huggie, huggie..."

Caspian gave Stiles an odd look, forcing himself to make it look like he was judging smiled for being so awkward, instead of shooting him a glare. Noah had pulled Caspian into a hug, surprising the boy. Caspian stayed still for a second, before bringing his arms up to return the hug.

"See you there." Noah tells the two, pulling from the hug.

"Take it easy." Stiles waves, oddly.

Sheriff Stilinski walks down the stairs and leaves. Stiles exhales in relief, leaning his head back against his door. He opens it and slips back into his room. Caspian slipped under his arm, immediately heading toward his desk.

"I'm sor--" Stiles started.

Derek immediately grabs him and slams him against the door. "If you say one word..." Derek growled.

"Oh, what? You mean, like, "Hey, Dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun!"?" Stiles sarcastically speaks

Derek remains silent.

"Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy."

Captain raised an eyebrow, thinking about how Stiles could be so smart, but so idiotic.
Derek's jaw is clenched. He remains silent as he slowly nods, releasing his tight grip on Stiles. He pulls down Stiles' jacket to rearrange it from where he pulled it out of proportion during his attempt at threatening the boy. Stiles huffs out a laugh, and being his usual self, does the same for Derek's leather jacket. Caspian laughs when that earns him a menacing jerk of the head from Derek, like he's about to attack the boy.

"Oh, my God!" Stiles groaned out, horrified as he walked back to his seat. He looked down at Caspian. "Get out of my seat."

"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked.

"No. He's still working on it. But, there's something else we can try. The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there." Stiles informed.

"...So?"

"So, it wasn't Scott. You threw his phone, remember?" Caspian spoke, slapping at Stiles's hand as he went to remove Caspian from the seat.

"Well, can you find out who sent it?" Derek asked, annoyed at the two's childish behavior.

"No, not me... But, I think I know somebody who can..."
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Caspian narrows his eyes at Derek. "Do you realize how bad of an idea it is to break into the sheriff's house?"

Stiles had called Danny.

"You want me to do what?" Danny questioned.

"Trace a text." Stiles explained.

"I came here to do lab work-- that's what lab partners do."

"And we will! ...Once you trace the text."

"And what makes you think I know how?"

"I-I looked up your arrest report, so--" Stiles admitted.

"I-I was thirteen," Danny says, defensively. "They dropped the charges."

"Whatever."

"No, we're doing lab work," He grabs a stool from beside Stiles' table and moves it beside Stiles, sitting down and looking at the computer screen with an air of finality. Danny curiously glances at Derek, gesturing subtly with his thumb. "Who's he again?"

"Oh, he's-" Caspian started, going to make up a lie on how Derek was his older brother. Everyone knew how Caspian's parents were out of state, and they had been searching for other relatives to take him in.

"Um, my cousin... Miguel..." Stiles says.

Derek slowly glances up to glare daggers at Stiles through his eyelashes. He looks back down at his book.

"...Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny questioned.

"Yeah. Yes." Stiles says, scratching his head. "Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds." Stiles lied, then turned to Derek. "Hey, Miguel... I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts?"

Derek closes the book in one swift motion, never taking his glare off Stiles. With another motion he sends it onto the bed as he stands up and walks over to the dresser, pulling his shirt off his head aggressively. He tosses it onto the ground. Danny stares at him.

"So, anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably—" Stiles started to speak to Danny.

"Uh, Stiles...?" Derek questioned, sounding annoyed and angry.

"Yes?" Stiles asked.

Derek tugs at the shirt in his hands. "This... no... fit!"

"Then try something else on!" Stiels turned back to Danny. "Sorry." Then, he relalized how Danyy was looking at Derek. "Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny?"

Danny hummed in questioned, looking away from Derek, who are glaring once again.

"The shirt?" Stiles clarified.

"It's... it's not really his color..."

Derek scowls before he pulls the shirt over his head again. Stiles and Danny both look back at the computer screen. Caspian looked at Stiles, annoyed before going through the backpack in Stiles's room. He had brought Noah a jacket, planned to give it to the older man as a gift.

"Stiles! None of these fit!" Derek yelled, frustrated.

"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text," Danny says.

"Here. It was a gift for Noah, so, it should fit you." Captain extended an arm, handing the jacket to Derek.

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Danny had managed to track down where the text had came from. "There. The text was sent from a computer. This one."

"Registered to that account name?" Derek questioned.

"That's not possible," Caspian says. "Something's wrong. You tracked another text."

"No, no, no, no. That can't be right." Stiles shakes his head, reading Melissa MCCall on the screen.
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Captain sat in the backseat, while Stiles was driving his jeep and Derek was in the passenger seat. Stiles had received a call from Scott.
They had driven to the hospital to figure out what was going on, Scott knew nothing of what was happening.

"Yeah, I did," Stiles replied. "And it looks just like  the drawing."

Derek grabbed a hold of Stiles's forearm, pulling the phone to him. "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 and Caspian? Is he with you? You guys are supposed to be here. You're first line."  Scott says. "Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start..."

"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 then hung up.

"You're not gonna make it." Derek tells him.

Stiles sighs. "I know."

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

"Not 'til we find out the truth."

"By the way? One more thing..."

"Yeah?"

Derek grabbed the back of Stiles's head, slamming it to the steering wheel. Stiles groaned in pain. "Oh, God! What the hell was--"

"You know that was for. Go. Go!"
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"Look, ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle," Derek told Stiles, who had gone into the building with Derek and Caspian stayed in the car. Derek, since he was wanted by the police, and Caspian because he decided to be the look-out.

"What?" Derek asked, confused.

There was a silent moment, before Derek yelled into phone. "Stiles, get out of there right now! It's him! He's the Alpha! Get out!"

Derek began to get out of the car, pausing as he quickly turned to Caspian. "Stay in the car."  Then he ran out.

Caspian wanted exactly three seconds after Derek entered the building before he ran in. He had immediately ran into one of the rooms, grabbing a few of the sharp scalpels. 

He turned, only see too that Derek was being dragged across the floor.  "My mind, my personality, were literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct."

When Stiles realized that Caspian was there, he ran to the other, pulling him behind the desk. Caspian made a gesture for Stiles to let go.

"You want forgiveness?" Derek questioned the man, sounds of thuds coming from them.

"I want understanding." Derek had been thrown across the room, and Stiles was pulling Caspian behind him. "Do you have any idea what it was like for me during those years? Slowly healing, cell by cell. Even more slowly coming back to consciousness. Yes, becoming an Alpha, taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that. I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you."

Stiles pulled Caspian away, turning to look, but Caspian had managed to slip past him when he heard the shattered glass. He follows the sounds.

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Caspian ran forward, jumping onto the man's back, before stabbing him with one of the scalpels in the shoulder, reaching for another one and stabbing him in the side of his neck.
Caspian was thrown off him, Derek move to catch the boy, it being difficult from the injuries.

The man, was unfamiliar.

Derek had a bloody nose and teeth. 

"I was going to wait for dramatic flair, but..." the man said, turning to a mirror before spinning it. The rest of his face healed half-way through the spin. He grabbed the mirror. "When you look this good, why wait?"

Stiles was yelling, searching for Caspian.

"Derek, you have to give me a chance to explain. After all, we're family."

Caspian moved forward again, going to stab the man. Peter grabbed his out-stretched arm, twisting it. Derek yelled, saying Peter had to let go of Caspian and he'd listen to him.
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