Chapter 1: Season 1 Episode 1 (Part 1): Wolf Moon
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Teen Wolf: Season 1 Episode 1 (Part 1): Wolf Moon
Anni was going to scream. The short-tempered girl was currently trying to get her much needed beauty rest, but all she could hear was her brother’s stupid loud ass rock music. God, could these walls be any thinner? Anni thought, rubbing her eyes and shoving her face into her pillow. The song suddenly dissolved into a drum solo and Anni threw the pillow across her room in frustration, groaning loudly. Just as she was about to grace her darling brother with her fuming presence, the music stopped. Anni waits for a tick, standing next to her door frame, prepared for it to start again. Two minutes pass, and no sound is heard from Scott’s room. She lets out a relieved sigh and jumps headfirst back into her bed. Tucking herself under the blanket, she snuggles into her pillow, her eyes falling shut as she falls into unconsciousness…and then she hears the screams of two idiot teenage boys.
“God fucking dammit, Scott!” She screams, once again, tossing her poor pillow across the room. Stomping out of her room and down the stairs, she walks out onto her porch and sees her brother dearest and his partner in crime.
“Can you be a little mindful of others, for once, Scott? Maybe don’t blast your shitty ass rock music at 11 PM for ALL OTHER MEMBERS OF THIS HOUSEHOLD TO HEAR ?! Especially those whose room is right next to yours, and have extremely thin walls!” Anni growls in frustration, and then turns on Stiles who is still hanging upside down from the trellis, “And you…! This is not your house, Stiles. Why are you here?”
Scott opens his mouth to bite back at his little sister and defend his questionable music taste, but Stiles beats him to it.
“Look, I know it’s late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called-they’re bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police.”
Scott frowns, “For what?”
Stiles, looking way too excited for what he’s about to announce, reaches up to pull himself free of the trellis, landing on his feet in front of the McCall siblings.
“Two joggers found a body in the woods,” Stiles states, barely containing his glee.
Anni’s eyes widened in surprise, her mouth falling open slightly. Nothing ever happens in Beacon Hills. The last “major” crime that happened was some gas station getting robbed of 37 bags of flamin’ hot Cheetos two years ago. Scott continued to look confused.
“Wait, seriously?” Anni said as Scott asked, “What, a dead body?”
Anni rolled her eyes at her older brother’s stupidity, as Stiles reached up and leaned on the railing to look at Scott at eye level with a sarcastic expression.
“No, a body of water, Scott. Yes, dumbass, a dead body!” Stiles exclaimed as Scott looked a bit unnerved about this news while Stiles climbs over the railing to get onto the porch.
“Thank God I’m adopted,” Anni mumbles, as Scott shoots her a glare, and Stiles snorts.
Scott turns back to Stiles, his grip tightening on the baseball bat in his hand.
“You mean, like, murdered?” Scott said as Anni leaned against the porch railing next to him.
“Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties.”
“Hold on,” Anni began, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow, “If they found the body, then what are they looking for?”
Scott nods in agreement with his sister and looks back at Stiles who breaks into a grin.
“That’s the best part-they only found half .”
Anni pushes herself off the rail of the porch, standing up straight, her mind racing. No way she’ll be going to sleep now.
Scott still looks hesitant, but Stiles says, “We’re going,” in a tone that makes it clear that Scott doesn’t have a say in what happens next.
The two boys rush off the porch, heading in the direction of Stiles’ Jeep, about to climb into the car. Anni rushes after them, grabbing Scott’s arm.
“Wait! I’ll come too,” she says, trying to match the tone of finality Stiles had used with Scott before, to convince them to let her go.
“No,” both boys said immediately, without even a second thought or a glance at Anni.
Anni scoffs, grabbing onto the open window on the passenger side of the Jeep.
“Why not?! I wanna see the dead body too, ya know! You guys never let me come!” she huffs, examining how big the passenger window was and if she was fast enough to crawl into it without Scott throwing her out.
“It’s way too dangerous,” Stiles said, starting up the car, “And besides, you’re a little too young for this kind of action. You’re only 14.” Scott nods in agreement, attempting to pry Anni’s fingers off the open window.
“You guys are only two years older than me! And what kind of protection do you guys have that I don’t?! If there’s a murderer out there, you guys will get just as murdered as me!”
“Nuh-uh,” said Stiles, in a very mature way.
“Yuh-huh,” responded Anni, equally as mature.
The two went back and forth for a while, until Scott said, “Okay, that’s enough! Anni, you’re not coming! I’m not letting you go out into the woods in the middle of the night to hunt for a corpse. Pretty sure I would win Worst Big Brother of the Year if I did that.”
Anni huffed, clenching her hands into fists.
“Fine! If you won’t let me come then I’ll…I’ll tell Mom!”
Scott narrowed his eyes at Anni, looking her up and down.
“You wouldn’t.”
Anni attempts to hold his glare but loses the battle after a moment.
“Okay, fine, yeah, I won’t, but you guys suck!” Anni sighs, cursing herself for not being snitch.
Scott grins at Anni, patting her on the head, which she swats away.
“We’ll be back later tonight, or tomorrow morning. Go sleep!”
Anni shoots a withering glare at her brother and Stiles and says, “I hope you guys get lost in the woods and die.”
“Aw, America’s sweetheart, aren't you?” Stiles says sarcastically, pulling out of the driveway, as Scott laughs.
Anni flips him off, and stomps inside, closing the door behind her. She watches as the Jeep peels out of the driveway and drives down the street, making a left at the end of the road.
She sighs, bringing her hand up to run through her curls, and begins to walk up the stairs to her room. She enters, shuts the door, and then collapses on her bed. She stares at the ceiling for a moment, before rolling onto her side and facing the wall. Anni shuts her eyes, trying to fall asleep. Just as she is about to lose consciousness, her eyes fly open and begin to glow bright emerald green. Flashing images fill her vision. Stiles’ Jeep, Sheriff Stiliniski, Scott lying on the forest ground, flashlights, and what looks like a wolf, but…almost humanoid? Suddenly, the visions stop. Her eyes return to their normal shade of sage green, and Anni immediately reaches up to rub her eyes. What the actual fuck. Anni glances around her room for a few moments and then looks at the clock on her nightstand. Midnight it reads. I must be more sleep-deprived than I thought , Anni thinks. She lays back down, shutting her eyes. Alright, maybe 3rd time’s the charm. She takes a deep breath and lets the land of dreams take her for the night.
..
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep-!
Anni groans and swings her arm in the general direction of her bedside table until she hits the snooze button on her alarm clock. Without opening her eyes, she stretches and groans even louder. She sucks in a deep breath and sits up on her bed. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes sliding out of bed, and stumbles her way to the bathroom. Turning on the light, she faces the mirror, observing her morning reflection. Her curls were flying every which way, her under-eyes darkened with eye-bags, and sniff may need a shower. Anni glances at the clock on the wall, checking how much time she has before she needs to dash out the door. It reads 6:40. 20 minutes, Anni thought, okay, I can take a quick shower.
Anni quickly undresses, grabs her loofah, and all her hair products, and hops in the shower.
She finishes quickly, drying off, and plugs in her diffuser. She teases her curls, letting them stay down, rather than do any intricate hairstyle. She squeezes the last of her toothpaste on her toothbrush, making a mental note to tell Scott to get more, and begins to brush. She peeks at the clock, the time being 6:55. She spits, puts her toothbrush back, and runs downstairs.
Anni rushes to the kitchen, looking for something to eat quickly. She opens the fridge and finds nothing, going to close the door until she sees something metal on the fridge door. She picks it up and sees that it’s Scott’s house keys. Rolling her eyes, she puts them in her pocket, opens the cabinet to grab a pop tart and scarf it down.
“SCOOOOOOTTT!” Anni yells, her mouth full of pop-tart, “LET’S GO WE’RE GONNA BE LATE!”
As Anni tugs her Docs on, Scott comes rushing down the stairs, tugging his shirt over his head. He grabs his bag and looks around wildly for his keys.
Anni turns, “Looking for your keys? I got them, let’s go,” and turns to open and walk out the door.
“I told you to stop touching my shit, Anni!” Scott grumbles, following after her and shutting the door behind him.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you wanted your keys cool, sire,” Anni says sarcastically, tossing the keys to Scott, who catches them at the last second.
“What are you talking about?” Scott asks, as the two walk to the side of the house to grab their bikes.
“You left your keys in the fridge from…whenever you came back,” Anni said, squinting at her brother suspiciously.
Scott blinked, “I did…? I didn’t even… never mind. Thanks, I guess.” He grabbed his bike handles, and began walking it to the pavement.
Anni furrowed her brows and grabbed her bike and did the same. As Scott was about to start pedaling, Anni put a hand on his arm to stop him.
“Okay, what’s your problem? What happened last night? Why are you so out of it?” she asked, stepping in front of his bike.
Scott shook his head, “Nothing. Nothing happened. I just got lost, that’s all.”
“‘ I just got lost’? As in you were alone? Stiles left you?” Anni frowned, trying to meet Scott’s shifty eyes. “Hey, look at me! Tell me the truth. What the fuck is going on with you?!”
Scott swallowed and lifted his shirt, showing the white bandage covering the bite mark he received the previous night. “Stiles didn’t mean to leave me,” he said, “He got caught by his Dad and didn’t rat me out, so I just started to head home. But, I got lost, and then these deer ran out, and I fell, and something bit me, and…I don’t know. I’m just tired. And I feel weird.”
Anni’s face twisted in concern as she peered down at the bite mark, experimentally poking it. Scott hissed and slapped her hand away. “Sorry,” Anni said sheepishly, “Maybe you should get it checked out. What if you, like, got rabies or some shit?”
“Rabies?” Scott questioned, “I would be foaming at the mouth by now.”
“Well, I don’t know, man! I’m not a doctor! Maybe ask Deaton about it or something.”
“Deaton? My boss Deaton? He’s a vet, Anni. I’m not a dog!”
Anni smirked, “Could’ve fooled me. You sure do act like one. And smell like one too,” she s aid, playfully holding her nose, “Ugh! Take a shower or something, dude!”
Scott rolled his eyes, and shoved Anni to the side, beginning to pedal down the road. “Thanks for the two seconds of genuine concern,” he said sarcastically, “It was almost touching.”
Anni hopped on her bike and began following him as they started down towards their school.
“Hey! I’m still pissed at you, you know! I hate when you leave me out when you go off to do cool things! I like dead bodies too!” Anni huffs, glaring at her brother biking next to her.
“Oh, great, Stiles has finally rubbed off on you. Glad you like corpses, NiNi,” he grumbles, “And, oh, I’m sorry, did you want to get bitten by some freak animal in the woods? My bad, next time I’ll make sure you get that opportunity,” Scott says dryly.
The two continue bickering as they enter the school parking lot and leave their bikes at the bike rack. Scott takes his helmet off, and is about to argue back to Anni, when he’s hit with a car door from behind, stumbling forward slightly. He looks behind him, frowning, to see Jackson Whittemore in all his asshole glory. Anni peeks out from behind Scott to see who it is and rolls her eyes once she takes in the silver Porsche. She takes her helmet off, and rests it on her handlebars, stepping onto the sidewalk. Jackson steps out of his car, eyeing Scott, and slams his car door shut.
“Dude! Watch the paint job,” he says, shoulder-checking Scott, who sports an expression of bewilderment. Jackson looks to the right, and spots Anni. He looks her up and down and smirks, licking his lips. “Hey mini McCall,” he says, sauntering over to her, “How was your summer?” He grins and throws an arm around her shoulders.
Anni’s face morphs into disgust and pushes Jackson’s arm off of her. Scott steps forward, moving to defend his sister, but Anni puts her hand up to stop him, wanting to deal with it herself.
“It was much better before you got here,” Anni said dryly, shoulder-checking Jackson as she walked closer to the school entrance. Jackson quickly followed, glaring at Scott as he passed him, stepping in front of Anni, and forcing her to stop.
“Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that, babe,” he drawled, “You know I was just joking around with Scotty over there. A little friendly fire between teammates. Nothing to worry your pretty, little head about.” He smirked and patted her head. “C’mon, you doing anything after school today? I’ll take you for a ride, and then maybe…you could ride something else, huh?” he grinned.
Anni fixed Jackson with a glare that could kill God, while Scott looked straight-up murderous. “You’re disgusting,” Anni hissed, batting his hands away from her, “You’re an asshole and I’m not interested. Oh, wait, sorry. Do I need to dumb that down for you? I’ll spell it out for you,” she smirked, “N-O-T I-N-T-E-R-E-S-”
Cutting her off, Jackson huffed, “Fine. Be a bitch, what do I care? You just lost your c
hance.” He goes to say something else, but he’s called by one of his friends and stalks off.
Anni faces Scott again, and shivers in disgust. “God, I hate that guy!” she says, “I’ve never met someone as entitled as he is. It’s a talent.”
Scott nods in agreement, slinging his arm around his sister’s shoulders and walking them both toward Stiles. “You okay, though? Glad you handled it yourself, but I could’ve stepped in.”
“Yeah, I’m good. I just wanna move on at this point,” Anni says as the siblings approach Stiles, who is standing under a tree waiting for them. Scott nods, and Stiles walks his way over to them.
“Okay, let’s see this thing,” Stiles says, as Scott pulls up his shirt to show Stiles the bite mark which is covered in gauze and tape that has a small amount of blood leaking through. “Ooh,” he says, making a face, as he pokes the bandage.
“Woah!” Scott exclaims, flinching at his touch, “What is it with you two poking my wounds?”
“Wait,” Anni said, narrowing her gaze at the boys, “You told Stiles about what happened and not me? You just lent this information out to him, and I had to practically drag it out of you this morning!” Anni snaps, crossing her arms over her chest.
The two boys look at each other sheepishly, feeling slightly bad. Scott rubs his hand over his neck and says, “Well...I told him last night. And…you were asleep. So…”
Anni rolled her eyes at his shitty excuses and deep breathed. “Whatever, let’s just drop it. But, going forward, you need to tell me shit like this okay? Mom would kill me if I knew that you snuck out and you ended up with rabies.”
“Okay, for the last time, I don’t have rabies! And if I did happen to have it, I’d be thrilled to learn that your only concern would be getting grounded,” he snapped back, “Anyway, it was too dark to see much, but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf.”
Anni raised her brows, recalling the strange incident that happened the other night. The wolf…Scott alone in the forest…him falling…could it be…real? No. No, it can’t be. That’s impossible. It was probably her worry about her brother infecting her dreams or something…but she wasn’t exactly asleep then, was she? A scoff interrupted her thought, as she snapped her head up to Stiles who was looking at Scott in disbelief.
“A wolf bit you?” Stiles said incredulously.
“Uh-huh,” Scott said, raising an eyebrow at his friend’s strange reaction.
Stiles shakes his head and gives him a look that says he thinks Scott is being dense. Scott knows this look well, as he receives it frequently from both Stiles and his sister.
“No, not a chance,” Stiles said matter-of-factly.
“I heard a wolf howling,” Scott said confused.
“No, you didn’t,” Stiles scoffed, shaking his head. The trio started walking closer to the school entrance, as the bell was going to ring soon.
“What do you mean, ‘No, I didn’t?’ How do you know what I heard?” Scott said, frustrated.
“Because California doesn’t have wolves, okay? Not in, like, sixty years.”
The trio stop on the staircase as Scott and Stiles begin bickering again and Anni thinks about this new information. I guess if there are no wolves then…there’s no way what I saw could be true, right? I was probably just really, really sleep-deprived. Anni blinks out of her thoughts and focuses on the two boys in front of her.
“Well, if you don’t believe me about the wolf, then you’re definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body, ” Scott said, grinning at his best friend and sister.
Both Anni and Stiles jolt at this, whipping to face each other and exchanging a look in excitement. They both grab onto Scott’s arms, shaking him energetically.
“You-are you kidding me?” Stiles asked enthusiastically.
“No, man, I wish. I’m gonna have nightmares for a month.”
“Oh, god, that is freakin’ awesome! I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that’s happened to this town since-” Stiles cuts himself off, as the Queen Bee Lydia Martin walks towards the trio. “-Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia! You look-” Stiles once again cuts himself off as Lydia walks right past Stiles, completely oblivious to the fact that he is talking to her. “-Like you’re gonna ignore me…”
Anni and Scott attempt to hold in their laughter as their friend shoots and completely misses. “Someone should tell that girl that her boyfriend is flirting with other girls openly,” Anni said, exchanging a look with Scott.
Stiles whips around, grabbing Anni by the shoulders. “What? How do you know Jackson’s trying to cheat on Lydia?” he says as he slightly shakes Anni by her shoulders.
Anni lightly shoves Stiles’ hands off her shoulders with an amused expression on her face. “Uh, because he just tried to flirt with me,” Anni says matter-of-factly, “I obviously shot him down because he’s a disgusting pig, but I just feel bad for Lydia for having to put up with it. She could get any guy in the school, but for some reason, she chooses fucking Jackson Whittemore.”
Scott nods in agreement, but Stiles is left staring at Anni with his mouth agape. “Wait…Jackson Whittemore flirted with…you?” he asks incredulously.
“Um, yeah?” Anni said, confused at Stiles’ change in tone.
Stiles makes a face like he was physically hurt by Jackson’s actions. Anni continues to look confused at his reaction, as it seems to be more directed towards her than Lydia. She glances over at Scott who doesn’t seem to look confused at all. In fact, he looks like he knows something the other two don’t know at all… Anni opens her mouth to comment, but the bell rings and cuts her off. Stiles shakes his head like he was in a daze, and then looks toward Scott.
“You’re the cause of this, you know,” Stiles says to Scott, narrowing his eyes at him. The boy in question just rolls his eyes and begins leading his friend and sister into the building.
“Uh-huh,” Scott says, already beginning to tune Stiles out.
“Draggin’ me down to your nerd depths. I’m a nerd by association. I’ve been Scarlet-nerded by you,” Stiles says, almost walking into a pole.
Anni snorts and tugs Stiles away from the evil pole. The trio stops as they enter the building, each of them taking out their schedules. Scott and Stiles have English together first, while Anni has Algebra first.
“I’ll see you two later. I’ll be in the bleachers at your practice. Try not to eat shit!” Anni waves as she leaves, grinning at the two boys, who roll their eyes at her and leave for their class.
..
The lacrosse team has gathered on the lacrosse field, where the players are warming up by passing the ball back and forth as other students congregate in the bleachers to watch the team play. Anni climbs up to the middle of the bleachers, sitting in front of Lydia and a brown-haired girl. She places her bag down to take out her notebook and begins doing some homework. Lydia and the unknown girl chat quietly behind her.
Anni looks up briefly to survey the practice in front of her and notices Scott as the goalie. A smirk crosses her face and she shuts her notebook. Scott’s never played goalie. This will be fun to watch, she thought. She takes her phone out of her pocket and gets ready to record some grade-A blackmail material.
Anni looks to the line of players to see who’s up first. Noticing that it’s Jackson, Anni groans and shuts off her phone, too annoyed by him to even record. Behind her, she hears Lydia and the girl talk about Scott.
“Who is that?” the brown-haired girl asks, looking at her friend.
“Him? I’m not sure who he is. Why?” Lydia responds, twirling her hair around her finger disinterested.
Anni turns around to face the two and looks up at the girl with the brown hair. “He’s Scott,” she says, “He’s my brother. Scott McCall.”
The girl blushes at being heard, while Lydia is seemingly distracted with her nails. “Oh, sorry, I wasn’t talking bad about him, or anything,” the girl says, “I’m just new here. Trying to make some friends. He’s in my English class.”
Anni nods and smiles at the girl, “Cool. I’m Anni. Or, technically Anathema, but nobody calls me that.” She grins and reaches her hand up for the girl to shake.
The girl smiles back and shakes her hand, introducing herself, “I’m Allison. Everyone just calls me…Allison,” she says with a small smirk. Anni laughs and Allison grins. Anni moves up next to her and nudges her shoulder.
“I think they’re starting,” Anni says, jutting her chin in the direction of the field. Both girls turn to face the practice, watching the players with keen eyes. The assistant coach blows the whistle, and Jackson scoops up the ball with his crosse, preparing to throw it at the goal (or more like right into Scott.) Anni looks over at the goalie’s net and sees Scott having some sort of fit and covering his ears. She narrows her eyes in confusion making a move to stand up, but Jackson throws the first ball, hitting Scott right on his helmet. He falls back from the impact.
“Oooh…” Allison and Anni grimace, looking down at Scott in concern.
“Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!” Jackson calls out, smirking as he walks to the back of the line. Anni rolls her eyes and flips Jackson off when he makes eye contact with her. Lydia huffs at this, fixing Anni with a glare that the girl willfully ignores. Anni reverts her vision to the main field as Scott stands up with a determined look on his face.
The next player tosses the ball towards him, and Scott catches it easily, to the point where he’s visibly stunned that he was able to do so. This sentiment is shared by the rest of his teammates, including Stiles, and his sister. Stiles lets out a little “Yeah!” and Anni whoops and claps. The second, third, fourth, and fifth shots are caught by Scott just as easily. Coach stares down at Scott with his mouth hanging wide open, unable to believe his eyes. Anni grins, clapping for her brother once more. Allison sends a small smile to Scott with a nod of her head, and even Lydia seems impressed by his skill.
“He seems like he’s pretty good,” Allison said, watching Scott intently.
“Yeah, very good,” Lydia responded truthfully, dropping her mean-girl act for a moment.
Anni grins at the two girl’s discussion, looking away from them and making eye contact with Scott. She mouths ‘ Nice one’ , making him blush slightly, looking over at the two girls fawning over him. Scott is practically giddy as he bounces on the balls of his feet and smiles, which only makes Jackson more angry. Intent to take Scott down a peg so that he's back in the spotlight, he slams the top of his stick against the player who was set to practice his goals and ditches him in line. Scott tenses when he sees this and prepares for the worst.
“Oh, God…” Scott murmurs, tightening his hold on his stick nervously.
Jackson runs as fast as he can toward the goal and tosses the ball with all the force he can muster, but to Scott, the ball seems to be moving in slow motion, allowing him to catch it without hesitation. Anni, Stiles, and Lydia all jump up cheering for Scott.
“YEAHHHH!!” exclaimed Anni, clapping her hands and jumping up and down.
“WOOOO!” Lydia screamed, sparing a smug glance at Jackson, before continuing to cheer on Scott.
“THAT’S MY FRIEND!!!” Stiles screams, hopping around and waving his hands around.
Allison watches Scott with interest as he throws a back-shot at the assistant coach, who just barely catches it with his stick.
..
After practice, Stiles, Scott, and Anni return to the woods to attempt to find the top half of the body Scott had found the night before as well as the inhaler he dropped in the process. The trio are talking about the day’s practice as their feet get wet in the mud.
“I-I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I-I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things,” Scott said, ducking under a low-hanging branch, his tone concerned.
“Smell things? Like what?” Anni questioned, hopping over a deep puddle.
“Like the watermelon gum you have in your pocket.”
Anni makes a face as though she thinks Scott is crazy as she pats her back pockets. “I don’t even have any watermelon-” Anni cuts herself off as she pulls out a single piece of folded-up watermelon gum, just as Scott sensed. Scott raises both of his arms in an “ I-Told-You-So” gesture.
Anni examines the piece of gum for a moment, before offering it to Stiles. He makes a face, “Ugh. How long has that been in your pocket?” Anni shrugs, waving it around again as a final offer. Stiles analyzes it for another second before shrugging his shoulders and sighing, accepting the piece. He unwraps it, shoving the piece in his mouth, and begins to obnoxiously chew.
“So all this started with the bite?” Stiles asked, making smacking noises with his mouth as he chewed the gum. Scott winced at the noises, almost like they were deafening to him. This seemed to go unnoticed by Stiles, but Anni cocked her head in confusion at his actions.
“What if it’s like an infection? Like, my body’s flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?” Scott questioned nervously, running a hand through his hair.
“Pretty sure it doesn’t last a whole day, Scott,” Anni said dryly, looking at the forest floor closely in an attempt to find the missing inhaler.
Stiles gets a small smirk on his face before trying to make himself look as serious as possible, which Scott, who is walking in front of him, doesn't catch. “You know what? I actually think I’ve heard of this-it’s a specific type of infection.” Scott whips around, his eyes widening with concern. Anni rolled her eyes, knowing Stiles wasn’t being serious and sick of his antics.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, Yeah, I think it’s called lycanthropy.”
Scott, still not realizing that Stiles is messing with him, starts to panic. “What’s that? Is that bad?”
Stiles nods seriously, “Oh, yeah, it’s the worst. But only once a month.” Anni snorts at this, sneaking a glance at Stiles who sends a playful wink in her direction. Scott, too deep in his paranoia, doesn’t catch this.
“Once a month?” Scott asks, running through all the possible diseases his mother taught him about in his head.
“Mm-hmm. On the night of the full moon. Aroooo!” Stiles howls, as Anni bursts into laughter at the sight of Scott’s red and furious face. Scott shoves them both away, causing the two to laugh harder at his embarrassment.
“Hey, you’re the one who heard a wolf howling!” Anni called after him, as she and Stiles struggled to keep up with his pace.
Scott whipped around and leaned down to get into his little sister’s face, “Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me!”
From above Anni’s head, Stiles says, “I know! You’re a Werewolf! Rawrrrr!!” Scott is not impressed by this joke, and Stiles’ demeanor becomes serious. “Okay, obviously I’m kidding. But, if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it’s ‘cause Friday’s a full moon.”
Scott suddenly stops in his place, causing Anni to slam into him from behind. He doesn’t budge, and Anni reaches up to grip her nose, frowning in pain.
“No, I-I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler…” Scott looked around, peering behind trees and into the surrounding bushes.
“Maybe the killer moved the body?” Anni suggested, watching Scott scour around.
“If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are, like, eighty bucks.”
The trio is still looking around when suddenly, a man in his early twenties with pale skin, black hair, a black leather jacket, and a scowl appears in front of them.
“What are you doing here?” the man asks the trio gruffly, causing all three of them to jump back in surprise. The three of them visibly panicked, struggling to put together a response. Scott and Stiles subtly move in front of Anni, getting in between her and the strange man.
“Huh? This is private property,” the man growls, stepping forward, causing the trio to all take a step back.
“Uh, sorry, man, we didn’t know,” Stiles said as Anni and Scott nodded in agreement.
The man’s attention is focused on Scott, who picks up where Stiles left off to try and relieve the tension, “Yeah, we were just looking for something, but…” Scott was about to continue when the man glared at him, after which point Scott lost his nerve and dropped the subject, “Uh, forget it.”
Suddenly, the man tosses Scott's inhaler at him before turning and heading back the way he came without a word, giving Scott one last look and seemingly paying Stiles no attention whatsoever. Scott sighs and gets ready to turn back in the opposite direction. Anni hesitates a moment watching as the man walks off. He pauses and looks over his shoulder at Anni. The two make eye contact, and Anni’s brows furrow in confusion at the familiarity of his eyes. Before she can think much more about it, the man turns around and stalks off. Anni returns her attention to her brother and Stiles.
“Um…All right, come on. I gotta get to work,” Scott says, leading the trio back the way they came.
Stiles yanks Anni by the arm as he catches up to Scott, bouncing in excitement, “Dude, that was Derek Hale!” Scott looks at Stiles blankly, and Stiles’ expression becomes incredulous. “You remember, right? He’s only like a few years older than us.”
Scott frowns, “Remember what?”
“His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago,” Anni stated, rubbing her arm where Stiles had grabbed her. Scott looked both intrigued and concerned by this news.
“I wonder what he’s doing back…” he mused.
“Come on,” Stiles scoffed, grabbing his friends and walking them back to his Jeep. Scott, still looking toward where Derek headed out, slowly followed him.
..
Later that night, Anni was up late finishing up her homework at her desk. Her chin rested in the palm of her left hand, her right hand fiddling with the pencil she held between her fingers. She yawned, turning on her phone to check the time. Her clock read 10:43 PM. It’s late, she thought, I should head to bed. Don’t wanna have my weird sleep-deprivation visions again. Anni closed her textbook and grabbed her phone charger from her desk. She plugged her phone into the outlet by her nightstand, then stood up to go change and brush her teeth in the bathroom.
As she walked back into her room, she flicked off the light switch and crawled into bed, closing her eyes. Please, please, please let me go to sleep in peace . As she slowly drifted from the land of the awake, a bright light invaded her vision. Shit, no, no, NO, NO! Her eyes flew open, irises glowing an emerald green. Images flashed in her mind…a car with bright headlights…a high-pitched scream…banging on a glass door…a whimpering dog…a large wolf…and then, the visions faded. Her eyes returned to their normal color, as she caught her breath. What the fuck. What the actual fuck.
This is insane. This is the second time now, this can’t be a coincidence. Aaaarrrgh! Anni rubbed her eyes furiously and flopped back onto her bed. She stared at the cracks in her ceiling, debating what to do. I could call Mom…she’s a nurse, maybe she could help me? Or maybe she’d just send me to a shrink and they’d lock me up in the looney bin…Ugh. Anni thought of her other options: I could tell Scott? Or maybe even Stiles? I mean, Scott already thinks he’s a werewolf so…this can’t be too weird, right?
Anni sighed, closing her eyes and rolling onto her side. She attempts to think of more ideas, but she slowly begins to fall into a deep slumber…
Chapter 2: Season 1 Episode 1 (Part 2): Wolf Moon
Summary:
not proof read i am so tired and I powered through a migraine to write this so if it's shit my bad
already feeling the ao3 author curse
Chapter Text
“Jesus, what crawled up your ass and died?” Anni questioned leaning against the locker next to Scott’s. The boy jumped, slamming his head against the locker door and groaning.
“W-What are you talking about? And why are you being a little stalker?” Scott harshly asked, rubbing the side of his head that now sported a small bump. He took out his lacrosse gear from his locker and began to put on his uniform.
“You’ve been an asshole all day. You’ve barely talked to me or Stiles, you’re stomping around the school like you’ve got two left feet, and it’s like…you’re just not here today. You were like this before school this morning too, so don’t even try to blame it on a test or some shit,” Anni states, crossing her arms across her chest, “Also, for your information, I’m not being a little stalker. Before I came over here I called your name like 5 times and you didn’t answer. And, even if I was stalking you, it doesn’t count because I’m your sister sooooo…your argument is null and void.”
Before he could stop himself, Scott snorted at his sister’s antics and shook his head in amusement. Anni smiled at his reaction to her response, but still wouldn’t let up on him. Scott realized this and sighed, “I, uh, had a weird night.”
Anni raised an eyebrow, not understanding his meaning. “What do you mean by ‘a weird night’? Did you like…do something, y’know…?” Anni lowers her voice, “Freaky? With a girl?” Upon hearing his sister’s misunderstanding, Scott turned bright red and began rapidly shaking his head. Anni took this as the embarrassment of doing the act, and her eyes widened, “Holy shit, you did! Was it…was it with Allison?”
Scott stuttered, struggling to form a sentence, “N-No, it wasn’t with Allison. I mean, yes, it was with Allison, but I wasn’t with Allison, I was just with Allison. W-We didn’t do anything crazy, I just helped a dog that she accidentally hit with her car.”
Anni blinked in surprise, “Oh. Well, that’s very gentlemanly of you. Most guys just take girls out on dates but you saved her from at least a few months of survivor’s guilt,” Anni teased, “But, is that seriously what’s got you all fucked up today? Are you seriously that whipped for her?”
Scott rolled his eyes at his sister, swatting her head, and mussing up her hair, “No, jackass. I-I think I was sleepwalking.”
“Huh? Since when do you sleepwalk?” Anni questioned, furrowing her brows in confusion.
“I don’t, that’s the thing! But, this morning I woke up in, like, some cave in the woods. Then I had some sort of blackout and woke up in our neighbor’s pool!” Scott exclaimed, panic in his eyes.
Anni was about to respond when Scott’s locker was slammed shut, barely missing Scott’s fingers. The two turn to see Jackson, angrily glaring at Scott.
“All right, little man. How ‘bout you tell me where you’re getting your juice,” Jackson said, looming down at Scott, seemingly ignoring Anni’s presence.
Scott, not knowing what Jackson is talking about and overwhelmed by his intimidating demeanor, looks at him blankly. “What?” he says, clearly rattled.
“Where. Are. You. Getting. Your. Juice?” Jackson repeats in a mockingly slow tone of voice, emphasizing each syllable as though Scott is stupid.
Scott blinks earnestly, still not understanding the question, “My mom does all the grocery shopping.” Anni facepalms at his response and a vein throbs on the side of Jackson’s face.
Jackson, thinking Scott is messing with him, is radiating with anger at this point, though he tries to keep his cool in front of Anni says, “Now, listen, McCall-you're gonna tell me exactly what it is and who you're buying it from, because there's no way in hell you're out there kicking ass on the field like that without some sort of chemical boost.”
Scott finally understands what Jackson's talking about as his eyes widen in realization, “Oh, you mean steroids!” Scott frowns as he considers Jackson’s argument, “Are you on steroids?”
Jackson loses his patience and his temper as he shoves Scott against the locker and pins him there, “What the hell is going on with you, McCall?!”
“Hey, let him go!” Anni exclaims, stepping forward and pushing against Jackson’s arms. He pointedly ignores her, glaring down at Scott.
Scott, who is already under a lot of stress due to his current situation, ends up answering Jackson's question honestly, “What's going on with me? You really wanna know? Well, so would I! Because I can see, hear, and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear, and smell. I do things that should be impossible, I'm sleepwalking three miles into the middle of the woods, and I'm pretty much convinced that I'm totally out of my freaking mind!”
Anni gapes at her brother, and Jackson just scoffs. Jackson, still under the mistaken belief that Scott is mocking him, sneers angrily at his teammate, “You think you're funny, don't you, McCall? I know you're hiding something. I'm gonna find out what it is. I don't care how long it takes.”
Jackson angrily pounds his fist against the locker right by Scott's right ear for emphasis before smacking him hard on the shoulder and walking away, leaving a very overwhelmed Scott behind.
“Dude, maybe you should go home. You’re clearly not…okay,” Anni states nervously, trying to meet Scott’s eyes.
“I can’t. Tryouts are about to happen. It’s fine. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it, okay? I’ll see you at home,” Scott says, walking towards the boy’s locker room.
“But-” Anni begins, only to be cut off by Scott waving his hand in her direction dismissively. She sighs, but turns the other way and begins to head home.
..
Anni flips through the pages of her biology textbook, occasionally highlighting important notes. She takes a sip from the glass of water on her desk, making a mental note to take it down later and not leave it in her room.
Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring-
Anni glances over at her phone on the table and answers the call. “Hello?”
Some crashing is heard from the other end of the phone call, almost like someone fell onto a chair. “Ow, shit. Uh, Anni, it’s Stiles. Come over. Like right fucking now.”
“Stiles, I’m doing homework, can’t it wait? Or go tell Scott about it-”
“That’s the thing. It’s about Scott. You’ve noticed he’s been acting weird too, right?”
Anni pauses at his response, looking over at her unfinished biology paper. She stands up, sighs, and grabs her jacket, “I’m never finishing this paper, am I?” she grumbles, “I’m coming. I’ll be there in 10.” She hangs up and jogs down the stairs, hops on her bike, and begins the journey to the Stilinski home.
..
After practice, Stiles headed straight for his bedroom, where he began researching Werewolves on his computer. His online search starts with articles on Lycaon, said to be the first Werewolf, and moves on to articles about wolfsbane. Sometime later, Stiles moves on to reading an old, battered book titled The History of Lycanthropy, before going back to the computer and searching online for articles about silver as a weakness of Werewolves. Finally, Stiles, looking concerned about what he's read so far, prints out an old sketch of a Hunter aiming a crossbow at a transformed Werewolf. A knock on the door startles Stiles out of his stupor, and he goes to open the door. He finds Anni standing on the other side.
“Oh, good, you’re here,” he says, moving back to his computer. He continues to scroll through articles he’s found, not saying a word to Anni.
She narrows her eyes at him, “Uh huh. And are you gonna tell me why I’m here or just ignore me? ‘Cause if it’s the latter, I’m just gonna go back to my bio paper.”
Stiles blinks, remembering that Anni can’t read his mind, and motions her over. “Look at this.”
Anni moves to stand behind Stiles’ desk chair, her hand on the back of it. She leans forward, reading the words on his computer screen. “Okay, so? Is this you telling me that you’re a furry or something?”
Stiles scoffs, “What? No. What? Why would you think-you know what, never mind. This is about Scott.”
“Scott’s a furry?”
“No! No, Scott’s not a furry. There are no furries. Okay, just listen,” Stiles says exasperatedly, moving his hands around rapidly, “Remember how Scott said he heard a wolf howling the night he got bit?”
“Yeah, so what? You said there were no wolves in California,” Anni retorted.
“Yeah, and there haven’t been. For, like, sixty years. Until now. The police report for the body came back and they found fur on it. Wolf fur.”
Anni raises her eyebrows, looking back at the computer screen. “Are you saying that you think that Scott was bitten by…a werewolf? Stiles, how much Adderall have you taken today?”
“A lot, but that’s not the point,” he rushed out, “The point is that Scott is acting really fucking weird out of nowhere with no discernible explanation. I mean, he told you about his sleepwalking adventure, right? And his sudden talent at Lacrosse after years of being total ass at it? And all his new and improved senses?”
“Okay, but that doesn’t make him a werewolf, Stiles!” Anni exclaimed, “He practiced all summer for Lacrosse, so maybe that’s why he’s so good at it. And, maybe, he’s going through, like, an intense version of puberty that’s enhancing his senses,” Anni throws out.
“Intense puberty?” Stiles scoffs, “How does that make sense?”
“Oh, but a werewolf does?” Anni bites back and turns to the computer screen, “Plus, look at all this other stuff. Enhanced speed, strength, and stamina; Scott doesn’t have any of those. He has asthma, Stiles.”
“He made first line today, Anni,” he says, looking up at the girl. Her jaw drops in surprise as Stiles continues, “When was the last time you saw him use his inhaler, huh?”
Anni goes to respond but takes a moment to think. The things I saw when I was trying to sleep…a wolf kept showing up. Could it be…? She looks over at Stiles, who’s still waiting for her response. Should I tell him? Before she could decide, Stiles stood and walked over to his printer, picking up a picture of a werewolf fully transformed under a full moon. He walks back over to Anni, showing her the picture.
“The full moon’s tonight, NiNi,” he says, leaning down to look into her eyes.
Anni lifts her head to look up at Stiles, registering what he said. “You think…he’s gonna transform? Into this?” she motions to the picture. Her eyes fill with concern, and Stiles frowns. He places a hand under her chin and lifts her head to meet his eyes.
“Hey, hey, it’s fine, okay? We’ll figure it out. We just have to get Scott to drop the party tonight. Then, we’ll figure it out from there, okay?” he says comfortingly, as the raven-haired girl nods.
The two continue to look into each other’s eyes when a knock sounds on Stiles’ bedroom door. It startles them into realizing how close they’re standing, and both immediately jump back. Stiles moves to open his door, and Anni sits in his desk chair. Both of them are slightly red in the face. Stiles opens his door to find Scott standing there, checking the time on his phone. “Get in,” Stiles says, closing the door behind Scott as he walks in. Anni nervously plays with the ring on her middle finger as Scott looks down at her, confused.
“You gotta see this thing. I’ve been reading websites, books, all this information,” Stiles says as Scott sets his backpack on the floor by Stiles’ bed, his eyes widening as he sees all the paper covering the floor and desk.
“How much Adderall have you had today?” Scott asked, much to Stiles’ chagrin and Anni’s amusement.
“A lot, why does everyone keep asking me this,” Stiles shakes his head before changing the subject, “Doesn’t matter, okay? Just listen.”
Scott takes a seat on Stiles’ bed, shooting a confused look at his sister, who avoids his eyes. “Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?”
Stiles shakes his head, “No, they’re still questioning people. Even Derek Hale.”
“Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day?”
“Yeah,” Anni said, “But, Stiles wasn’t there something else you wanted to say to Scott…?” Anni sent a look at Stiles, one that read to return to the subject.
“Yes, yes, Right, yes, okay. Remember the joke from the other day?” Stiles looks nervous about what he's going to say next, which only gets worse when Scott shakes his head, not knowing where Stiles is going with this.
“Y’know? Awooo?” Anni adds helpfully, making little claw movements with her hands.
“Not a joke anymore. The wolf, the bite in the woods…I started doing all this reading,” Stiles stands to his feet, already sidetracked from his original point. “Do you even know why a wolf howls?”
“Should I?” Scott asks, looking concernedly between his best friend and sister.
“It's a signal, okay? When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em.”
“A whole pack of wolves?”
“No-werewolves,” Stiles finally gets to the point in his typically blunt fashion. Anni let out an exasperated sigh at his tactless approach, slamming her head down on his desk.
Scott, thinking this is just an elaborate joke on Stiles' part, starts to get irritated as he stands to his feet, “Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour.” Stiles and Anni exchanged panicked looks, the latter rising to her feet in alarm. Scott picks up his backpack and gets ready to leave, but Stiles grabs him by the arm with one hand and presses his other against his chest so that he's forced to stay where he is while he tries to convince Scott that he's telling the truth.
“I saw you on the field today, Scott, okay? What you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible,” Stiles said, attempting to push his friend back onto the bed.
Scott tries to shrug off Stiles’ accusation and once again tries to leave, “Yeah, so I made a good shot.”
“No, you made an incredible shot! I mean, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes? Y'know, people can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision, and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore.”
“Okay! Dude, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow.” At the sound of his statement, Stiles and Anni become panicked, both for Scott’s safety and that of the people around him.
“You can’t!” the two exclaim at the same time, “Tomorrow?! What? No! The full moon’s tonight. Don’t you get it?” Stiles blurts out, trying to explain how dire the situation was.
Scott gets so upset he starts to stutter as he argues with the two, “What are you two trying to do? I-I just made first line. I-I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you guys trying to ruin it?” He turns to face Anni, “And, you. Are you seriously going along with this? You know how important this is to me!”
“Scott, we’re not trying to ruin anything for you, we’re trying to help!” Anni says, looking up at her brother with a hurt expression at his accusation. She takes a deep breath before continuing in a softer tone of voice, “You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak.”
“Bloodlust?” Scott asks dryly, unimpressed with this “intervention”.
“Yeah, your urge to kill,” Stiles jumps in to explain.
“I’m already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles,” Scott says irritably.
Stiles frantically grabs The History of Lycanthropy book off of his desk and starts reading aloud from it in an attempt to convince Scott that he is becoming a werewolf, “You gotta hear this-- ‘The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.’ All right?”
“I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date,” Anni says frantically. Scott scoffs, attempting to grab his bag to leave.
Before he can grab it, Stiles stands to his feet and starts digging through Scott’s backpack, “I’m gonna call her right now,” he says, finding Scott’s phone.
“What are you doing?!” Scott yelps.
“I’m canceling the date,” Stiles says, dialing Allison’s number.
“No, give it to me!”
“Stiles, maybe don’t-” Anni attempts to intervene, only to be ignored by both boys. Scott grabs the phone out of Stiles' hand, dropping it on the floor before shoving Stiles against the wall and raising his right fist, preparing to punch him in the face. However, after taking a deep breath, Scott lets go of Stiles and instead throws his desk chair across the room before coming back to himself. Stiles looks horrified, and Scott immediately begins to regret what he's just gone. He looks to Anni, whose eyes are wide, looking petrified of the boy. He looks at the floor with a shameful expression before muttering to Stiles under his breath.
“I’m sorry. I-I gotta go get ready for that party.” Scott picks up his phone and his backpack and heads for the door, giving Stiles and Anni one last apologetic look before he goes. “I’m sorry.”
Scott leaves, and Stiles lets out a long breath of relief. Anni shakes her head, running both her hands through her curls anxiously. She sees Stiles in peripheral, and turns to face him, concerned. “You okay?” she asks, moving forward to place a comforting hand on his arm while subtly scanning him for any bruises. He nods and pats his hand on top of hers before pushing himself off the wall.
Still clearly upset, Stiles roughly picks up his desk chair and sets it to rights, freezing in horror when he sees that the leather cover on the chair has four long slits on the back that look like claw marks. Anni’s eyes fill with worry after seeing the look on his face, “What? What’s wrong?”
Instead of answering, Stiles turns the chair around, showing Anni the claw marks on the back of the chair. Her eyes widen and she slaps a hand over her mouth in horror. She and Stiles exchange horrified looks.
“We gotta stop him.”
..
Shit. Shit. Shit!
After leaving the party, Scott runs straight home. Scott has just rushed upstairs to his bedroom, where he locks the door before sliding down it into a crouching position. Directly in front of him is his open bedroom window, which gives him a perfect look at the full moon in the sky. Groaning in pain, he stumbles into the attached bathroom and strips out of his jacket and t-shirt before climbing into the bathtub and turning on the shower so that hot water pours over him. This seems to give him some momentary relief until he suddenly grits his teeth in pain and anxiously rubs his right hand over his face to try to distract himself from it. He seems to get a headache from his extra-heightened senses and grips the sides of the bathtub. Suddenly, his fingers start to ache, and when he looks down at the palms of his water-swollen hands, he is horrified to see his fingernails growing into long, sharp claws. Frantically getting out of the shower, Scott looks in the mirror over the medicine cabinet and is even more overwhelmed to find his canine teeth growing into fangs and his irises glowing a bright gold color. Just then, a loud pounding knock is heard on his bedroom door. Scott runs back to his bedroom, where he presses his forehead and torso against the inside of the door.
“Go away!” Scott growls, body contorting in more pain. Another knock, this time more frantic, is heard before the visitors identify themselves.
“Scott? It’s me and Stiles,” Anni says, biting her lip, and exchanging nervous looks with said boy. Scott, realizing that it’s not his mother, unlocks his door but only allows Stiles and Anni to open it a few inches so that they can hear him but not see him. Scott continues to lean his forehead against the door as he struggles to control his breathing. “Let us in, Scott. We can help,” Anni pleads.
The thought of them getting closer to him causes him to panic, as he's afraid of what will happen. Instead, Scott, lisping slightly due to his fangs, begs the two to leave instead. “No! Listen, you gotta find Allison.”
“She’s fine, all right? I saw her get a ride from the party. She’s- she’s totally fine, all right?” Stiles rushes out, pushing against the door. It’s no use, Scott’s strength is easily 10x more than Stiles’.
“No, I think I know who it is-” Scott continues, frustrated.
Stiles is too overwhelmed by concern regarding Scott's current situation to pay attention to his protests and instead cuts him off with an exasperated tone of voice, “Dude, just let us in! We can try–”
Scott, in an effort to get Stiles to understand what he's trying to say, interrupts him as well, “--It's Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf! He's the one that bit me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods.”
Stiles and Anni’s eyes widen in horror, both recalling who picked up Allison from the party. “Scott…Derek’s the one who drove Allison home from the party…” Anni said, attempting to think of some plan to help both Scott and Allison. Scott processes this for a short moment before he quickly shuts the door and locks it again. Out in the hallway, Stiles rattles the doorknob, and when he can't open the door, Anni starts to pound on it with her fist in an attempt to be let back in. “SCOTT!” the two yell, trying to get him to see reason.
Scott has just opened the window to his second-floor bedroom and jumped out. He lands on his feet on the ground below in a three-point stance, splashing in the rain puddle left from the previous night. Scott then completes his transformation into his Werewolf form, complete with a ridged brow, pointed ears, mutton chops, gold glowing eyes, claws, and fangs. Saliva drips from the tips of his elongated canine teeth as he looks up at the full moon and roars. From the hallway in the McCall house, Stiles and Anni hear it, and immediately run down the stairs and into Stiles’ Jeep, driving after Scott.
..
The duo arrives at the Argent house, where the two immediately jump out of the Jeep and run to the front door. Stiles frantically rings the doorbell, clenching his hands into fists and tapping his foot nervously. “Come on, come on…”
Anni reaches out to grasp his right hand and gently rubs her thumb over it to calm the boy down. Stiles glances down at their entwined hands and squeezes her hand gently. Victoria Argent comes to the door, opening it to find the two overwhelmed teenagers.
Anni clears her throat and begins, “Hi, Mrs. Argent. Um- You have no idea who we are. We’re, uh, friends of your daughter’s. And, uh-” she stumbles over her words, looking to Stiles for assistance.
“Uhhh, look, this is gonna sound kind of crazy, um…really crazy, actually. You know what? Crazy doesn’t even describe-” Victoria looks at Stiles as though he’s stupid before turning and shouting up the staircase.
“Allison! It’s for you!” she yells. Alison walks onto the balcony at the top of the staircase, looking perfectly fine, though she is no longer wearing her black blazer. Stiles and Anni look flabbergasted by the sight of her, and Allison looks confused as to why the two look so panicked.
..
After the brief and extremely awkward confrontation with the Argents, the two teenagers retreat into Stiles’ Jeep. He pulls out of the driveway, and down the road, pulling over once they get far enough away from the house to take a breather. Anni stares straight ahead, trying to process the entire evening. Stiles takes a deep breath, cleansing his system…and then slams his head straight down on the wheel, causing an extremely loud and long beep. It startles Anni out of her stupor, who looks to her left at the exhausted boy next to her. Unexpectedly, she begins to laugh. Stiles lifts his head from the steering wheel to give her a strange look, which only makes her laugh harder.
“Oh, great, you’re delirious,” Stiles says, exasperated.
“I’m not,” Anni gets out in between her laughter, “It’s just…if I don’t laugh, I might burst into tears.” Stiles looked concerned for a moment, but found that he related to this sentiment, and nodded his head. After Anni finished laughing, she smiled at the boy sitting next to her.
“Y’know, the two of us make a pretty good team, huh?” she says, nudging Stiles with her elbow. He looks over at her and snorts.
“How does that make sense? We failed. Scott’s still out there doing…whatever the fuck it is that werewolves do on a full moon. Probably chewing on some poor 18-year-old gas station employee.”
“Yeah, butttt…” Anni says, “It could’ve been worse?” she sheepishly offers, shrugging her shoulders.
The two make eye contact, frowning for a moment. Then, they bust out in laughter, looking out at the road ahead of them. “Yeah, yeah. I guess you’re right,” Stiles says, shifting the car into drive. The two sit in comfortable silence as Stiles drives Anni home, occasionally sneaking glances at each other while the other isn’t looking.
..
Scott is walking along the side of the road, still wearing only his jeans from the night before and cradling his now-healed left forearm with his right arm, when Stiles' Jeep pulls up next to him to pick him up. Scott gets into the backseat before putting on Stiles' jacket.
“You look like a bum,” Anni adds kindly from the passenger seat. Stiles snorts at this, nodding in agreement. Scott sighs, and leans back against the car seat, shutting his eyes.
“You know what actually worries me the most?” Scott asks. The teens in the front of the car narrow their eyes at him through the rearview mirror.
“If you say, Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head,” Stiles said, Anni, nodding vigorously at his statement, already forming a fist with her right hand.
“She probably hates me now,” Scott whines, sliding lower in the seat.
“Ugh. I doubt that. But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or, you know, you could just tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a frickin' werewolf,” Stiles says, looking behind at Scott, who has just shot him a look and begins to backpedal from that statement. “Okay, bad idea. Hey, we'll get through this. Come on, if I have to, I'll chain you up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice.” Scott gives him another look, only this time, it’s more confused than annoyed.
“I’ll order the chains,” Anni says fake seriously, whipping out her phone.
“I had a boa once, I could do it,” Stiles adds reassuringly.
..
Andddddd, that’s all folks! I’ll see you for episode 2!
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