CHAPTER TWO: shape-shifted

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CASPIAN THADDEUS WAS GETTING EXTREMELY BORED IN THE HOSPITAL. The MCCall and Stilinski's family frequently visited him. Allison tried to.
Caspian pretended to be asleep for her visits as well.

"You are not allowed to be in there!" Melissa yelled suddenly.

Caspian looked up, reaching over and grabbing onto the railing to pull himself up. But, the door swung open. Caspian looked over, face falling into both panic and confusion when seeing who had entered. His mother and father had pushed pass Melissa, who turned and grabbed her phone to call Noah.

"Caspian! What the hell were you doing to get yourself into this kind of trouble?" Elizabeth yelled at him. "You couldn't just stay out of trouble?"

"Caspian, what had you done? Are you using weapons?" Clark sighed. "Do you know how important this meeting was?"

"You have two seconds to leave this room," Melissa warned, now in the doorway.

"Leave," Elizabeth snapped at Melissa. "This is none of your concern

"You can't talk to her like that," Caspian speaks up.

"Be quiet!" Elizabeth yelled, before she glanced back.

"I've called the police." Melissa announced.

Caspian winced, as his father took a step closer to Melissa.

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Caspian had no clue how Noah had gotten there so fast. And though he knew that officers, when being called to a scene, sped to the scene, he somehow thought that Noah would be busy with something else.

Shouldn't he be? Not dropping whatever case he was currently working on to come to the hospital.

But, soon, Noah had practically flew into the room, door flying open. "Elizabeth Thaddeus, Clark Thaddeus, you-"

Elizabeth yelled, turning to glare back at Caspian, evening though at some point Melissa had moved to stand in front of him. "You seriously believe anyone can love you? I couldn't. All you ever did was ruin my life!-"

Noah was saying her and Clark's right, loudly, speaking over her. "You have the right to remain silent.-"

"I can't believe you seriously thought could care for you-"

Melissa had hit the woman.

Noah kept speaking, listing off laws the two had broken.  Before Melissa had turned around, pulling Caspian into a hug.
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Scott and Stiles ran to Caspian's room, almost running pass the room. Scott grabbed onto the side of the door, as Stiles ended up falling to the ground.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Scott asked, ignoring the trail of leaves he had left.

Stiles had gotten up, almost tripping over his feet again.

"My mom and dad showed up," Caspian replied. "But, in good news, i'll be going back to school tomorrow."

Stiles and Scott left a few minutes later. But, only to go to his house and get all his belongings to bring it to either to MCCall or Stilinski house.
They were unsure of who he would be staying with indefinitely.
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Scott had offered to carry Caspian. Not his bags, but the boy. Caspian, obviously denied. Stiles had taken his bag.

"Can I just wait on the field?" Caspian questioned.

Scott turned to him. "Yeah. You probably could. I'll tell coach. I swear I don't have the urge to main and kill you guys," Scott continues.

Caspian stopped outside the locker- room. "Yeah. I'm not going in there." He says, scanning the room filled with the lacrosse team members.
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Jeremiah Winchester quickly sat next to Caspian, who was sitting in the bench. "Hey."

Caspian didn't turn to him.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I was trying to warn you-" Jeremiah speaks.

"Caspian!" Scott yelled, his gloves still hanging from his hands. Stiles was stumbling behind him. 

The rest of the team looked at the pair, then back at Jeremiah and Caspian.

"Get away from him!" Scott ignored the rest of the team, marching up to Jeremiah.

"Scott, Scott," Stiles called, stumbling after his friend who's eyes were glowing yellow.

"What are you doing?" Scott glared at Jeremiah.

"Relax-" Jeremiah started.

"Get away from him," Scott growled, not caring that his eyes were shining yellow.

Jeremiah grabbed his helmet, shoving it onto the other's head. "Watch it. No wonder Kate knew you were the second beta."

"Just leave, Jeremiah," Caspian spoke.

"Fine," Jeremiah sighed, glaring at Scott. "Only because Caspian said." Before he walked off, he stood off to the side lines of the field.

"What's wrong?" Caspian asked the two.

"That asshole," Stiles shakes his head as Scott continued to glare at him. "There's another beta," Stiles told Caspian

"What? Do you know who it is?" Caspian questioned, turning to Scott, snapping his glare off of Jeremiah to look at Caspian.

"He's on the team," Scott speaks. "It was kind of like a scent, but I couldn't tell who it was."

"What if you can get him one-on-one? Would that help?" Stiles asked.

Scott nods. "Yeah..."

"Okay. I think I got an idea." Stiles then runs up to coach.

"Are you okay?" Scott immediately turned to a Caspian.

"I'm fine, Scott," Caspian turned to him with a smile, hoping it was believable.

Scott opened his mouth to speak when Stiles came running back. "I told coach you're switching with Danny for the day."

"But I hate playing goal," Scott says, as if Stiles needed to be reminded.

"Remember when I said I had an idea?  ...This is the idea."

"Oh."

"There we go." Stiles started to pick up his lacrosse stick and helmet.

Scott turned to him. "What's the idea?"

Stiles sighed, exasperatedly. "I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes."

"You're in the goal. Tackle-wait, wouldn't it make more sense to have Scott be the defenseman in front of the goal?" Caspian asked.

Stiles went to reply, when Coach yelled out for everyone to line up. "Let's go! Line it up!
Faster! Make Daddy proud!"

Everyone got into place, and once everyone was ready, Coach Finstock blew the whistle. Immediately, Scott left the goal, running pass the defender and tackling the player to the ground. He then pulled the other up, and began to sniff him.

Caspian hung his head, sighing.

"McCall!" Coach yelled, despite standing less than a foot away from them.

"Yeah?" Scott asked back.

"Usually, the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal."

"Yes, Coach." Scott jogged back to the goal.

"Let's try it again!" Finstock blew the whistle.

Number eight ran up next, Matt-something, Caspian didn't know his last name. And didn't care to know. He never spoke to the other. And the other didn't know Caspian. Matt ran up, once again Scott had left the goal. Scott leaned down, shouldering Matt in the hip and making him flip over and fall hard onto the ground. Scott turned over, above Matt and began to sniff him.

Caspian debated on faking that he fell out of the bleachers and hurt himself or undid his stitches.

"McCall! The position's goalkeeper, not goal-abandoner!" Coach yelled.

"Sorry, Coach..."

"Let's go!"  Finstock threw the ball for plays twenty-eight to catch. He had, running, only to be flipped by Scott. Scott leaned over the fallen player, sniffing him.

Coach grabbed the buzz-cut boy by his helmet. "Stilinski! What the hell is wrong with your friend?"

"Uh, he's failing two classes, he's a little socially awkward, and, if you look close enough, his jaw line's kind of uneven."

Coach let go of his helmet. "That's interesting. Fire it up!

It was Danny's turn, number thirty-two (who was defense) had stepped out of the way for Scott. Danny ran up, only for Scott to body-collide into him, spinning then both in the air before landing on top of Danny and began to sniff him.

"Is he serious?" Jeremiah asked, making Caspian jump. "What the hell is he doing?"

Caspian pretended to not hear him.  Scott heard him, head snapping over.

"McCall!" Coach Finstock yelled, frustrated. "You come out of that goal one more time, and you'll be doing suicide runs 'til you die! It'll be the first-ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide! Got it?"

"Yes, Coach."  Scott says, but he's glaring at Jeremiah.

"Yeah!"

"Uh, Coach, my shoulder's hurting... I'm gonna-I'm gonna sit this one out..." Jackson says, walking off the field.

The next player goes, number fourteen. Scott runs straight at him, number thirty-two stepped out of the way, watching as Scott ran pass him. Both number fourteen-Isaac, Caspian thought his name was-had grabbed each other's arms, spinning in the air before they both fell on the ground. They looked at each other.

Coach blew the whistle.

Noah and two deputies were walking down the field.
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"His father's dead. They think he was murdered,"  Scott informed

"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles questioned.

"I'm not sure. Why?" Scott asked back.

"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours..."

"Like, overnight?"

Caspian nods. "During the full moon."

"How good are these holding cells at holding people?"

"People? Good. Werewolves? Probably not that good."

"Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?" Scott questioned.

"Yeah..."

"He does."

Caspian quickly looked around, hoping Jeremiah hadn't been close enough to hear.
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Jeremiah had followed Caspian. "Isaac Lahey is a new Beta?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.

"I don't know. His father died," Caspian says, knowing that soon, everyone will know that Mr Lahey was dead.

"Because he killed him," Jeremiah replied.

"Who knows?"

"Okay, Caspian listen, I get that you are angry. And not wanting to talk to me, but, you have to understand-"

"We're you going to kill Scott? At the dance?" Caspian asked.

"You have to understand, when Kate tells you to do something, you do it."

"Right. Hunters just-"

"She was my mother."

"That psychotic serial killer was your mother?"
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Caspian had practically ran to find Stiles and Scott. But, apparently,  Stiles and Scott had gotten themselves into trouble in order to go to the principals office.

Stiles had to stay in detention.
Scott had gotten out, immediately leaving the school. He had been able to quickly call Caspian and had gotten Derek to drop Caspian off at his house.

Derek said that he didn't think Caspian should see the house.

Scott agreed.

Caspian planned to go anyway.

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Of course, Stiles had called in order to check on Caspian.  

And Caspian knew that, by the time he got to the police station on his bike, he'd end up getting four lectures.
So, he stayed in the house, doing his homework.

So he was unable to tell Scott, Stiles and Derek about how Jeremiah was Kate's son.
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