Believe It or Not. Part 24/?
(Based off episode 2x12 “Masterplan”)
{Previously on Teen Wolf: And even as she was watching Lydia, she wasn’t really watching what was happening between Lydia and Jackson. She was realizing. Realizing that when she first saw someone down on the field her mind immediately went to Stiles. Realizing that she was so afraid, not of the kanima or gerard or anything other than having to be in the same position as Lydia, but with Stiles.
Isaac watched her face and listened to the beat of her heart as she watched Lydia break when Melissa confirmed that she couldn’t save him.
Lydia’s tears had become streams and she draped herself over Jackson’s body as the paramedics tried to lift her off of him.
“Y/n,” Melissa called to her daughter, “I need you to get her out of here, get Lydia out of here.” Y/n nodded her head as the sheriff pushed his way through the crowd with wide eyes and a worried expression on his face.
“Stiles. Where’s Stiles? Where- where’s my son? Stiles? Where the hell is my son?”
Y/n whipped her head around in all directions searching for the boy who finally scored a goal, and when she couldn’t find him, she was now afraid that her fear was coming true. }
Melissa left in the ambulance that took Jackson’s body away. Everything was happening way too quickly for them to really process Jackson’s death. Dead. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t the plan.
Y/n stood behind Lydia as she watched the vehicle with flashing lights drive away, as she watched her first love drive away.
“Lydia,” Y/n attempted, but Lydia immediately cut her off.
“Why won’t they let me see him,” the strawberry blonde spun around to face Y/n’s empathetic eyes, Lydia held a key up in front of her, “I was supposed to give this to him, he’d been asking for it back.
Y/n walked straight up to Lydia and placed her hands on each of Lydia’s arms.
“Look, Lydia, I have no idea what you must be feeling right now, but I know that you know what’s really been going on. And I’m gonna need your help, okay? I’m so sorry, I am, but will you please come with me right now?” As tears continued to stream down Lydia’s pales face, she could easily see the desperation in Y/n’s eyes as she pleaded.
Lydia remembered being manipulated into resurrecting Peter Hale, and she wasn’t completely sure what was going on with her, but she knew she wanted to help them. Her friends, yes, these people were her friends now.
She gave Y/n her answer by just simply nodding her head, y/n took the chance to wrap her hand around Lydia’s wrist and led the way into the boys’ locker room where they could find Scott and Isaac.
As the two girls entered shock filled space, all the players gasped at the sight of them.
“Hey, you guys can’t be in here.” One of the players yelled at them. Y/n dropped Lydia from her grasp and turned to look at the boy who addressed them.
“And are you gonna be the one to drag us out of here?” She taunted, raising her eyebrows at him. To which he just raised his hands in defense and turned his back to her.
“That’s what I thought.” Y/n whispered under her breath as she walked with purpose over to where Scott and Isaac were standing across from Mr. Stilinski and Lydia followed.
“I got to meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson. I’ve got an APB out on Stiles. His jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means- the hell, I don’t know what that means- Um, look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if any of you see him-”
“We’ll call you.” Y/n reassured him right away.
“Look,” Scott gestured, “he’s probably just freaked out from all the attention or something. We’ll find him.”
The sheriff just nodded, “Yeah, I’ll see you okay?” He sadly waved goodbye to all the kids, deciding there was nothing else he could do right now besides go home and wait for Stiles.
They all stood there for a few moments until most everyone had left the locker room, leaving all of them in the area by themselves.
Scott caught Y/n’s eyes and very subtly glanced towards Lydia, suggesting that she should leave for right now.
“Hey Lydia,” Y/n broke the silence catching on to what Scott was asking her to do, “here are my car keys. I’ll be out in a second, okay?” Lydia took the keys from Y/n’s hand, eyeing her suspiciously before walking out and leaving only Scott, Isaac, and Y/n.
Without warning, Scott tore Stiles’ locker off its hinges, grabbing a shirt and throwing Isaac a shoe.
“You’re gonna find him by scent?” Isaac clarified.
Isaac eyed the shoe in his hand before commenting, “But how come you get his shirt and I get a shoe?” Y/n crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, before they were interrupted by a couple guests.
“We need to talk.” Derek confidently demanded, before another voice emerged from behind Derek.
“All of us.” The voice finally revealed itself as Peter Hale.
Scott and Y/n’s eyes widened. She took a couple steps back, uncomfortable with both the presence of Derek and Peter. Looking at the Hales’ standing before her, she couldn’t stop her mind from making her relive what happened at the animal clinic shortly before the game took place, when she learned two truths about herself. Two truths that changed her life more than it had already been flipped upside down.
{{ “Please, come all the way in.” Deaton gestured from where he stood as she remained right at the entrance, she stayed exactly where she stood for a few seconds before walking past him into the back room of the clinic, she kept walking until she was on the other side of the metal table that took position in the middle of the cold gray room.
Arms crossed, she couldn’t bring herself to turn around and face him yet, too scared of what he had to say.
“Where do you want me to start?” He broke the silence, causing her to turn around but y/n still didn’t look at him.
“Let’s start with what happened in here. When I was handing you- that book or whatever- you just like freaked out which freaked me out and I’ve been freaked out ever since,” Y/n found herself laughing, I mean she didn’t actually find her screwed up life funny, but it had gotten so screwed up she found herself wondering if it was all one big prank, that she would wake up tomorrow and had just had one super elaborate dream. But that was unlikely.
“Are you some kind of psychic? Did you like sense something- am I gonna die?”
He chuckled at her, “No, no. Nothing like that. But, before I tell you everything you’re asking of me, I need you to understand- you need to understand that what I’m about to tell you is going to be really hard to hear. It’s going to change everything, and you’re going to have to adapt. But, I’ll be here to help you with that.”
For the first time since being there, Y/n looked up into his eyes, seeing how sincere they looked. Feeling a huge lump in her throat out of pure fear. She simply nodded, preparing herself for what she could possibly be about to hear.
“I’m not just a vet, Y/n,” He paused, walking close enough to the table that he was now directly standing across for her, “In the world of the supernatural that you’ve discovered, there are often others- that come along with a pack of werewolves- if the pack chooses.”
“I don’t understand.” Y/n shook her head waiting for him to continue.
“For a long time, I’ve been what’s called a Druid Emissary, we act as advisors for packs of werewolves, we keep them connected to their human side, we can even keep them from transforming. We have some limited capabilities, such as a very strong connection with natural forces. Now I say limitations, because, we have to choose to be limited. There have been others, druids that choose to take advantage of these capabilities. I however, pretty much limited myself completely. I became a Druid Emissary to the Hale pack. I served them for a long time, until Talia Hale, the alpha which I served and Derek’s mother-”
“Okay that’s all great and interesting but I still don’t understand what any of this has to do with me-” Y/n had cut him off abruptly, feeling nervous with the direction the conversation was going, but Deaton continued. Ignoring her sudden outburst.
“While I served for Talia, I had to advise her through more serious things besides shifting. Talia found herself in a difficult situation once, she had gotten pregnant, however the man the affair had happened with wasn’t a werewolf like her, he was a druid himself, serving another pack. Now- nature has rules- a relationship between a druid and a werewolf, especially an alpha, is rule that shouldn’t be broken. Talia had only ever given birth to full-blooded werewolves, while young full-blooded werewolves are developing, they are more aggressive. So bringing a child into their life that had developed the father’s druid blood and not werewolf blood, would only bring upon the death of that child, its siblings would have no control over killing it with their transformations undergoing at random moments. Talia had no choice other than to put the child up for adoption.”
Y/n’s breathing had become heavy and out of control, finally starting to understand what Deaton was trying to say. What do you do when you’ve known one thing your whole life, or thought you knew.
“Once Talia gave birth to her daughter, I had no idea where she had taken the child, or if it had ended up with a family at all. But I had made a promise to Talia before she died, that I would find this daughter and teach her how to control her druid urges when they started developing, about the age of 16 or 17. I didn’t know that Talia had kept the child in Beacon Hills. But, she obviously did a great job of choosing a family for them.”
Y/n continuously shook her head as hot tears streamed down her face that she wasn’t even aware were falling. “No.” Her hoarse voice spoke, “No, you’re lying. Okay, there’s, there’s no way I’m a Hale. There’s no way I’m a druid- there’s, there’s just no way please, please tell me you’re lying.”
“Y/n I’m so sorry you had to find out this way, but you and I- other druids- we can feel each other with the help of all the natural forces around us, and I felt it in you. It’s true.”
Y/n harshly bit down on her lip to stop from sobbing, taking a deep breath and unsuccessfully regaining her composure. “I can’t- I just, I can’t be a Hale. Okay? My name is Y/n McCall, my whole life I’ve had- had a twin brother named Scott. And I’m- I’m a McCall, okay? I’m a McCall.”
Deaton’s heart broke watching the struggling girl before him, breaking even more when he realized she was so much like her mother. Both of them. He began to approach her and start helping her heal from the loss of the life she’s always known. But she resisted.
“I have to go,” she sighed starting to walk out of the clinic and away from Deaton’s attempt to comfort her, “the football game is soon and I need to go home and get my uniform.” She began blindly muttering as her shaking legs made there way to the front doors of the clinic.
Deaton tried to catch her attention but she cut him off, “Please don’t,” she turned around just before she walked through the door frame, “I just, I can’t deal with this right now.”
Y/n exitted the animal clinic, leaving behind Deaton as well as the life she used to know and who she used to be.}}
Ignoring that memory for right now, she was able to bring herself back to the present and to the real situation at hand.
“What the hell is this?” Scott practically yelled at Derek.
“You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the sheriff’s station.”
“Okay, hold on. He- he threatened to kill my mom. And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?” Scott questioned.
“I’m gonna go with Scott on this one. Have you seen his mom? She’s gorgeous.” Peter interjected, unwanted by everyone else.
“Shut up.” Both Scott and Y/n shut him down at the same time.
Peter’s gaze landing on Y/n, his smirk making her shiver in her own skin.
“Oh hello Y/n,” he addressed her, “nice to see you again, I’m starting to understand it’s a really good thing I didn’t kill you in that Macy’s parking lot.”
Scott furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Y/n, “What’s he talking about?” Y/n opened her mouth to reply before Isaac cut her off.
“Who is he?” Isaac pointed at Peter.
“That’s Peter, Derek’s uncle. Little while back, he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire, and Derek slashed his throat.”
“Hi.” Peter waved, with a smile that Y/n happily wanted to slap off his face.
“That’s good to know.” Isaac nodded, smiling awkwardly.
“How is he alive?” Y/n asked, crossing her arms and leaning against one of the lockers.
“Look, the short version us he knows how to stop Jackson. And maybe how to save him.” Derek answered.
“Well, that’s very helpful except Jackson’s dead.” Isaac pointed out.
“What?” Derek’s face expressed genuine shook.
“Yeah,” Scott clarified, “Jackson’s dead. It just happened on the field.”
“Okay, why is no one taking this as a good news?” Isaac stepped forward looking between Derek and Peter.
“Because if Jackson is dead, it didn’t just happen. Gerard wanted it to happen.” Peter said, everyone knew he was right.
Peter sighed, “Well that’s exactly what we need to figure out. And something tells me the window of opportunity is closing. Quickly.” He emphasized the last word.
As Y/n stood beside Isaac, his attention faded away and everyone’s words turned to mumbled phrases as he watched her stare at her feet, leg obviously shaking beneath her and he knew, she needed to go. And he needed to let her go.
“Hey,” he whispered to her. Both of them tuning out the rest of the arguing between Scott and the Hales.
“Hi,” she answered, “how are you doing, are you better?” She asked him but he ignored her question.
“You need to go, you need to take Lydia, and go find Stiles. I think we all know, it needs to be you who finds him.”
“Isaac-” She began, but he cut her off quickly.
“No, it’s okay. Look, out on that field tonight when he went missing, your heart rate didn’t increase Y/n, it stopped beating completely.”
She hadn’t even noticed that he had grabbed her hands until she felt the tips of his thumbs gently rubbing circles over her skin. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to get hurt, especially when she was the one hurting them. She took a deep breath before looking into his bright yet sad blue eyes.
He knew what he was giving up. He knew that he had to let the one girl go that had finally treated him like he mattered, the one girl who treated him like a human and not a monster. Hell, she even convinced him that he wasn’t a monster. And he loved her for it. But because he loved her, he knew he had to let her go find the boy she loved. And as much as it hurt, he hoped more than anything that she could find Stiles tonight, for her.
“Okay, I’ll go,” He started to pull his hands away from hers but she grabbed them tighter so that he would look at her once more, “thank you.” she whispered, before pulling him into an embrace in her arms. His tall figure had to bend down quite far she that her arms could reach around his neck. As she began pulling away from him she quickly placed her lips upon his cheek leaving a gentle kiss on his skin.
Once completely apart she smiled at him and he couldn’t control the smile that spread upon his face in return.
“I’m really proud of you Isaac.”
“For what?” he looked at her questioningly.
“Look at you, you’re not on anyone’s side, you’re on your own side.” He chuckled slightly at her for the familiar words.
“Scott,” Y/n called to her brother, “I’m gonna take Lydia and head to Stiles’ house, maybe wait him to show up there. Call me when there’s a plan.” Scott just simply nodded at his sister as she put her head down to avoid eye contact with both Peter and Derek as she walked past them. As she walked past him, Derek felt the skip in her pulse, and he knew it was because of him. There’s no way she knows, right?
As she walked out of the school she found herself shivering at the instant feeling of fresh air hitting her skin and causing goosebumps to arise. Wrapping her arms around herself, she continued to walk towards her car ignoring the chill.
She saw Lydia patiently waiting in the passenger seat and hurriedly got in on the opposite side.
“Where are we going?” Lydia asked Y/n curiously.
Turning the key in the ignition Y/n replied, “We’re gonna go to Stiles’ house, and hopefully he’ll show up.”
Whipping the car out of the parking lot and onto the road, the empty space between the two girls remained silent. Y/n glanced at Lydia who was staring at the frost slowly fading from the outside of the car window.
“I’m really sorry Lydia,” The redhead starred over at Y/n with confusion urging her to elaborate with her expression, “not just about Jackson, you know, I’m sorry about Peter and how he manipulated you, and I’m mostly sorry that know one told you what has really been going on- no, we didn’t just not tell you, we lied to you. You were pushed away and left on the outside, and I know more than anyone what that feels like.” Lydia was now couldn’t take her eyes off of Y/n as she watched her drive, keeping her eyes on the road. And in that moment, Lydia had no idea why she had ignored Y/n for all this time or been so rude to her, Y/n’s been the only one to apologize for anything, and she found herself smiling.
“Thank you, for apologizing.” The two girls smiled at each other for a small second before Y/n shifted her gaze back out onto the road, she found herself in deep thought thinking about Stiles and where he could be.
It wasn’t like it was a mystery who had taken him. Her first guess would’ve been Jackson, but considering Jackson wasn’t doing much of anything right now, she felt pretty confident about crossing his name off the list in her mind. It was Gerard. Hell, the way Allison was acting it could’ve been her. But she hoped with everything she had that wasn’t true.
Where would Gerard take him? He wouldn’t have left Beacon hills. She started thinking about the interior of the Argent house, being in their basement for countless training seasons with Allison. In a basement, that also literally doubled as a fricken armory, and she couldn’t believe it was actually taking her this long to figure it out.
Without warning to Lydia, Y/n aggressively gripped the wheel of her car with both hands and flipped it around in the middle of the road, once fully turned around, she pressed the gas pedal all the way to the floor.
“What the hell?” Lydia shrieked, hands grabbing whatever she could reach in the car for stability.
“I know where Stiles is.” Y/n answered, causing Lydia to look at her with wide eyes, “And we’re gonna go save him.”
Y/n parked her car a reasonable distance from the Argent residence so that it was out of sight. She and Lydia both shut their car doors as quietly as they could to eliminate any noises.
“Where exactly do you think he is?” Lydia whispered as they got closer and closer with each step. Leading them around the back and ducking under the sight of windows Y/n whispered, “He’s definitely in the basement. It’s fricken crazy down there they got it sound proofed and everything. Which, is actually kind of impressive.” Y/n shook her last statement off as she deemed it unnecessary. She found herself looking through the the narrow pull-up window of the Argent’s basement. Her eyes widened not only at the sight of Stiles, but at the sight of Erica and Boyd hanging from the ceiling by their wrists.
She quickly began working away at the lock on her window with a bobby-pin from her hair. Hearing the quiet picking noise, Stiles followed the sound up to the window where he caught the end of Y/n successfully getting the window open. He ran to her aid, sticking first her legs through the window, she began to shimmy her way through, Stiles making the process easier by placing his hands on her waist and helping to make the landing on her feet not as sudden.
Immediately, Y/n looked back up at the window to see Lydia looking down on them.
“Lydia, head back to the car and call Scott, tell him we found Stiles.” Without reply Lydia did as told, leaving the two alone.
“Y/n are you insane? What are you doing here?” His concern for her safety disguised by anger at this very moment.
“I had to save you,” she smiled, “It’s kind of becoming my thing.” She shrugged confidently.
But he only looked angry, “See that’s the problem. You- you don’t care about getting hurt. But you know how I’ll feel? I’ll be devastated. And if you die, I will literally go out of my freakin’ mind-” The fact that they were on a strict timeline, she really needed him to shut up. So she did the one thing she needed…and maybe wanted… to do. She smashed her lips against his, catching him off guard but he soon recovered and kissed back. When they pulled apart, his angry demeanor had faded and she opened her eyes to look into his beautiful brown ones.
“I love you.” She whispered confidently, surprising him even more.
He smiled, about to say something to her before she completely engulfed his sort of mangled body in her arms. She tucked her head into the side of his neck and he wrapped his arms as tight as he could around her lower back until there was essentially no space between them. As they pulled apart, his eyes immediately caught hers, and she slightly frowned at the bruises on his face.
Placing her hand and gently letting her fingers ghost over the purple sin she sighed, “Did they do this to you?”
Before he could reply, the frightening noise of a door creaking open caused their bodies’ immediate departure from each other. The sound of footsteps slowly made their way down the stairs, defeatingly slow. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Y/n watched as Chris approached them from the bottom of the stairs.
“You know,” his monotonous voice began, “My family’s done this for a long time. Long enough to learn things like how a certain level of electric current can keep you from transforming.” As he spoke he took eerily paced steps towards the machine that was hurting Erica and Boyd through the ropes they were tied up with. “At another level, you can’t heal. A few amps higher, and no heightened strength. That kind of scientific accuracy- it makes you wonder where the line between the natural and the supernatural really exists.”
Frozen in place, Y/n stood exactly where was. Arms around Stiles to hold him up since he was so light headed, she had no idea what to do. Or how to save them.
But Chris wasn’t finished, “It’s when lines like that blur- you sometimes find yourself surprised by which side you end up on.”
Surprising everyone, Chris turned the torturous machine off instead of roasting them further.
“You,” He directed his words towards Y/n who stared at him with widened eyes, “get him out of here, I’ve got them.” He commanded in reference to Boyd and Erica. Y/n obeyed, helping Stiles up through the window where she had broken in. Once he was all the way through and outside the house, Y/n was beginning the same process before Chris stopped her.
“You’re Scott’s sister, aren’t you?” He asked. She turned around to look at him before simply and nervously nodding her head.
He motioned his hand up towards the window, “that’s a Military Grade Platinum Master Lock that you picked, mind telling me how you did that?” He questioned her, his voice sounding amused.
“Uhm- just a few hairpins.” He raised his eyebrows at her, shocked but also impressed, “Allison’s been kind of training me everything that you’ve taught her.” Y/n added.
He nodded I’m approval, “you make a good hunter.” He complimented her, she offered him a small, tight-lipped smile before quickly escaping out the window and returning to Stiles and Lydia.
After receiving a call from his mom about something being seemingly ‘wrong’ with Jackson’s body, Scott and Isaac found themselves standing in the hospital morgue alongside Scott’s mom.
Melissa unzipped the black body-bag so that the two boys could see what she had seen.
As she unzipped the bag inch by inch until every part of his body was visible, Scott finally saw what she was so freaked out about. Jackson body was covered with some type of clear and sticky substance, but he had no idea what it was.
“What’s happening to him?” Scott asked his mom.
“I thought you were gonna tell me,” Melissa countered, “is it bad?”
Scott found himself shrugging, “It doesn’t look good.”
Out of nowhere, Jackson’s body began to seize in small yet sudden movements causing all of them to step away.
“Alright where are we headed, what’s going on?” The question spilled out of Stiles’ mouth as he sat in the passenger seat of Y/n’s car, Lydia in the back middle seat leaning forward between the other two.
“Well, first priority is taking you to your dad.” She answered.
“No but, what else is going on, is there a plan-”
Y/n rolled her eyes cutting him off, “We can worry about everything else later, I’m taking you home.” Y/n’s tone making it clear that the decision was final. Stiles slumped down in his seat, wanting to find Scott and be able to help, but instead of arguing like he usually would, he knew Y/n was probably right and there was no way he was going to win this argument anyway.
As they arrived at the house and made their way up the staircase, Stiles leading them, they found his dad on the phone in Stiles’ room with probably a co-worker. Hesitant to go inside his own room, Stiles just waited until his dad was off the phone, Y/n and Lydia behind him.
“Yeah, I’m not finding any clues here. Listen, if he- if he shows up at the hospital- okay, thanks.” The sheriff hung up the phone with a deep and desperate sigh leaving his lips.
“Oh, come on, Stiles. Where the hell are you?” He whispered to himself, rubbing the wrinkle lines on his forehead out of frustration.
Taking a deep breath, Stiles stepped forward completely into his bedroom.
“I’m right here.” At the sound of his son’s voice the sheriff dropped his cell from his ear and whipped around to face the source of the sound, knowing his son’s voice anywhere he began rushing towards Stiles in long strides, “It’s okay, dad. It’s okay.” Stiles cooed in an attempt to ease his father’s concern.
“Who did it?” The sheriff asked completely ignoring him.
“It’s okay. It was just a couple of kids from the other team. You know, they were really pissed about losing and I was- I was mouthing off, you know. The next thing I know-”
“Who was it?” The sheriff’s volume grew the more angry he got.
“Dad, I don’t know. I didn’t even see them really.”
But that wasn’t going to cut it with the sheriff, no, not when someone had the audacity to do this to his only son, who finally got the chance to play first line and did it successfully.
“I- I’m calling that school. I’m calling them and I’ll personally go down there, and I’m gonna pistol-whip these little bastards!”
“Dad!” Stiles’ calm tone faded away into a yell to get his dad to stop pacing and panicking, “I just- I said I was okay.”
Finally listening to his son he realized his overreaction, taking a hesitant step forward he placed his hand lightly on the bruise that covered his son’s face.
Standing in the doorway, Y/n realized their moment together was becoming more intimate and she and Lydia probably needed to give them their space.
“I’ll just, wait downstairs.” The girl awkwardly waved off the two men.
“Wait,” the sheriff stopped her letting go of his son, “you found him?”
She nodded, confirming his inference. Before she could really do anything Y/n realized she was being engulfed into a giant and grateful hug from the sheriff.
“Thank you.” He whispered to her, and at a loss for words all she could do was simply nod her head again.
“You don’t have to leave, I’ll uh, I’ll leave you kids alone.” The sheriff said as he began walking out the door, nodding to Lydia as he passed her still standing out in the hallway. She fully walked into the room once he wa absent.
“Here, sit on the bed I’ll help clean you up.” Y/n commanded Stiles as she disappeared into his bathroom. He obeyed by sitting on his matress, Lydia following suit and sitting down next to him.
“Hey, uh Lydia, how are you holding up?” He cautiously asked the strawberry blonde.
Lydia just shook her head to explain that she couldn’t really talk about it without exploding into a million never-ending tears. Stiles lifted his arm to put it around her as her head fell into the palms of her own hands, but he just awkwardly placed his arm back down and looked away, not knowing what to do.
Finally Y/n came back into the room with a wet washcloth in her hands, saving him from his own internal embarrassment. She knelt down on the ground in front of him. Actually getting the chance to get a good look at the red and purple marks on his beautiful skin. Before placing the newly wet rag on the areas of dried blood, she let her fingers trace circles on them, causing him to shut his eyes at her soft touch.
“I’m so sorry he did this to you.” She whispered, tears forming at the edge of her bottom eyelashes, not letting them fall. Stiles placed his hand on top of hers, pulling it down into his lap.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, “I’m okay.” Sighing, she began to gently work away the dried blood that had developed from the cuts made by Gerard’s gross, old man hands.
“Okay, look, I think I found something. Looks like what we’ve seen from Jackson is just the Kanima’s beta shape.” Peter said, his face illuminated by the light from his computer screen as Derek paced nervously behind him.
“Well, meaning what? It can turn into something bigger?” Derek questioned.
Peter just sighed shifting the computer screen lightly so Derek would stop pacing and look at it, “Bigger and badder.”
“He’s turning into that?” Derek asked rhetorically, “that has wings!”
“I can see that.” Peter retaliated, “and unfortunately he’s not our bigger problem right now.”
Derek rolled his eyes, “how is Jackson not our biggest problem right now?”
Peter looked at his nephew as if he’d never met anyone more clueless, “The girl, Derek. She knows.”
“That’s not possible, who would’ve told her?”
“Honestly, I don’t know and I don’t care. But you being the alpha and all I’m surprised you didn’t hear the pounding of her heart tonight, she knows.”
“Are you sure? Yeah okay, yeah I know I get it, we don’t have much time. I’ll let you know, okay?” Y/n sighed as she hung up on her brother, a plan was being set and no one really knew what it was yet.
She turned to face Stiles and Lydia who were still sitting on the edge of his bed waiting for Y/n to get off the phone.
“How much do you know about this stuff?” Stiles turned to Lydia, understanding the situation just by the expression on Y/n’s face.
“Pieces,” she shrugged, “half of its like a dream.”
“Yeah well, the other half is like a freaking nightmare.” Y/b began pacing, running a hand through her tangled her, finally realizing she was still in her cheerleading uniform.
“I don’t care. I can help him.” Lydia stood up, looking between the other two with an intensity no one knew Lydia could possess.
Stiles looked hesitant but Y/n just nodded her head, “I believe you.” She nodded towards the girl, calming Lydia’s nerves.
“You don’t by chance have any extra clothes, do you- Lydia?” Y/n gripped the end of her Beacon Hills skirt, feeling like if she was going to fight then this wasn’t really the best attire.
Lydia let out a small laugh, lightening the mood and getting rid of some of the tension in the room, “Yeah I’m sure I have something in my bag.”
“Scott texted me the coordinates, let’s go.” Stiles interrupted, causing them to all rush out the door and pile into the jeep.
“I’m here for Jackson. Not you.” Chris firmly stated as Derek finally got to the decided destination.
“Somehow, I don’t find that very comforting.” Derek sassily shot back as he stood fully up.
“Where are they?” Scott interrupted the sarcasm competition.
“Who?” Derek answered as he began to straddle the body bag that contained Jackson.
“Peter and Lydia,” Scott watched as Derek began to unzip the bag, “whoa, hold on a second. You said you knew how to save him.” Scott began to panic as Derek let his claws break through his nails.
“We’re past that.” He dryly argued.
“Think about it Scott,” Derek shouted to cut him off, “Gerard controls him now. He’s turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog. And he set all of this in motion so that Jackson could get even bigger and more powerful.”
“No.” Chris argued, “no he wouldn’t do that. If Jackson’s a dog, he’s turning rabid, and my father wouldn’t let a rabid dog live.”
“Of course not.” Gerard’s sour voice striked everyone’s attention towards him, “Anything that dangerous, that out of control- is better off dead.”
“Well done, Scott. Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn’t know you were also bringing Derek to me.”
Scott began to panic as and arrow shot through the air and hit Isaac in the shoulder, catching a glimpse of brunette hair whip behind a corner.
“Allison?” He yelled, but got no answer.
“Jesus where are we going, there’s no buildings anywhere around here. Are we even still in Beacon Hills?” Y/n asked aloud as she watched endless fields pass by her eyes from the passenger seat in the jeep.
“Well, it says we’re only three minutes away. And I’m still not even sure what’s supposed to happen when we get there.” Stiles sighed, maneuvering the vehicle with one hand on the wheel, one hand gripping Y/n’s free hand.
“What at I supposed to do?” Lydia asked from the backseat curiously.
“Well if Scott’s plan goes the way he wants it to, and they save Jackson, then we need your connection to him to- you know- make him not wanna kill us anymore.” Y/n informed her nonchalantly, Lydia rolling her eyes in return.
“That’s great, but what even is Scott’s plan?”
Stiles asked this time, sounding frustrated.
“All he told me was the Gerard isn’t who we think he is, whatever that means, I don’t really care I’d just be fine if he died.” Y/n shrugged.
“Look,” Stiles pointed at an abandoned building, “that must be it.”
“Where’s the door?” Lydia sounded confused, leaning forward in between the two to get a better look in the dark, since the jeep headlights weren’t much help.
“Doesn’t look like there is one.” Y/n whispered.
“What are we supposed to do then?” Stiles caught Y/n’s stare as he slowed down to almost a stop.
She just cautiously smiled at him, “Stiles…”
“What?” He yelled, panicking the closer they got to the wall of the building.
“Step harder on the gas pedal.” She commanded. He looked confused for a slight second as he put together what she meant. And then he cringed, but knew he had to do it.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered to his jeep.
“Oh my god.” Lydia shouted from the back as she gripped onto both seats in front of her. Y/n placed one hand on dash and the other against the door, steadying herself.
Once they about an inch away from the building and going 120 MPH (who even knew the jeep could do it) she shut her eyes, the impact of the jeep smashing through the wall making her scream even though she knew it was coming.
She kept her eyes shut for a few seconds after coming to a stop, feeling extremely nauseous. After slowly and hesitantly opening her eyes and taking multiple deep breathes, she looked out her window to see quite a few faces staring at them in shook.
“Did I get him?” Stiles’ voice cracked as Scott just smiled.
Before anyone answered, Jackson’s Kabila formed jumped on top of the hood of the jeep, making all three of them scream and hop out of the jeep as fast as possible.
Stiles and Y/n ran towards Scott, turning around to see Lydia standing right in front of Jackson, holding a golden key in front of her face.
“Lyd-” Y/n started to run forward to her before Scott stopped her.
Whatever was so important about that key, once Jackson saw it he started to shift back into his human form. Everyone watched the couple with wide eyes, frozen in place.
Except Derek and Peter, who took the chance to lunge at Jackson. Striking him instantly with both of their claws.
Everyone watched as Lydia caught him when he began falling to the ground. Silent tears found their way down Y/n’s cheeks. Feeling the same feeling she felt when she watched Lydia hover Jackson’s body on the lacrosse field.
As if Stiles noticed her demeanor, he took one step closer to her, grabbing her hand. His touch helped her wake up a little bit, and she wiped her tears away before glancing up to him and finding him already looking at her.
“Hey,” he said making her chuckle.
“I love you too.” The four words caught her off guard, and honestly the caught him off guard. He had figured it out a while ago, but he hadn’t quite meant to say them at this moment. But seeing the look on her face, it somehow made everything that had happened okay. And she gripped his hand even tighter.
The slight sound of nails scratching against the concrete pulled them from their moment. Turning back to see Jackson, who they thought was dead, for the second time now, resurrecting once again. Lydia watched with a heaving chest as he stood all the way up, eyes glowing blue and claws stretching from his fingertips, except now they weren’t dropping venom.
“I’ll drive you back home?” Stiles asked Y/n as she just kind stood right where she was.
“Uhm, actually, I need you to drive me somewhere else. And it’s gonna seem really weird. But- I just need you to trust me. And I’ll explain everything later.”
There wasn’t anyone in the world that he trusted more, so he just nodded his head.
As she hopped out of the car, the sound of leaves crunching beneath her feet sounded louder than usual.
“Hey Stiles,” she turned around to face him and he just sat there waiting for her to continue, “will you uh, go to my house and wait for me there? Please?”
“Yeah of course, are you gonna be okay?” He asked concerned, considering he just dropped her off at Derek’s house.
“Not okay, but validated.” And then she shut the door and waved as he drove off, leaving her alone to listen to the pounding of her heart.
She made her way inside the place that she had only been twice before, and the familiar feeling of the anger she had felt consumed her once more.
“Derek.” She said not very loud, nerves getting the best of her.
“Derek!” She said again, yelling this time.
“Why are you here?” He approached her from out of the shadows, like her always does.
“I heard a story today.” She began, watching him shuffle where he stood because he knew why she was here, “I wanna know.”
She paused to take a deep breathe finding this harder to do than she would’ve wished, “is it true?”
“No,” she aggressively stepped forward until she was right in front of his face, I wanna hear you say it. Is. It. True.”
He moved his eyes from the ground into hers, she waiting for the answer she knew she was going to get. But a part of her still waiting for the answer she wanted.
“Yes.” And it was a knife puncturing her heart. The same feeling when she saw her dad in her vision, the same feeling she felt when Deaton told her she was a Hale.
“Why- didn’t you tell me sooner.” She fumed.
“I didn’t know, not that it was you. I knew that you existed, and I knew why she gave you away. But I always believed she wouldn’t taken you out of Beacon Hills.”
“But you have known it was me, when did you figure it out?” She wasn’t letting him get off that easy.
“Honestly, uh-” he chuckled which just made her angrier, “when you punched me. You’ve got the hit of a Hale.”
“DON’T- don’t ever say anything to me like that again.” She swallowed back tears before she could continue, she wasn’t going to cry in front of him.
“That was weeks ago, weeks!” She shook her head finally so much was making sense, “that’s why you tried- so hard- to get on my good side. What? To be myfriend to protect me and to protect Scott. You would’ve never done any of that, if I wasn’t your blood. Because that’s all you care about right? Your blood?”
He had no words, he just watched her with an unwavering stare as she let out all her anger.
“Well you can save your breath Derek, my name is Y/n McCall. And we will never be friends,” she sighed before getting even closer to him, “and you willnever be my brother.”
And then one more thought entered her head.
“And Peter, is my brother a werewolf, because of me?”
“No, no he’s only known for a couple of days.”
She nodded her head, and then she left a very bewildered Derek standing in the cold of his home.
She ran up the stairs of her house as fast as she could, ignoring the concerned calls of her name from her mother.
Y/n threw her bedroom door open and flung herself inside the safety of her own room, shutting the door behind her and dropping to the ground, back placed against the wooden material.
She gasped when she saw a figure sitting on the edge of her bed, shutting her eyes and placing her hand on her chest once she realized it was Stiles, forgetting that she had asked him to come over. He immediately ran to her and fell on the ground next to her. Putting his arm around her and letting her head rest against him.
“Based on the state you’re in right now, you don’t have to say anything, but- why did you have to see Derek?” She knew she owed him an explanation, so collecting herself and taking a deep breath, she told him everything.
(5 minutes later) “Stiles,” she moved her head away from him so that she could face him and see his reaction, he looked completely frozen, “Stiles please say something.”
“Y/n,” he breathed, “I’m so sorry.”
“No, it’s not-” he began shifting closer to her but she stopped him and kept talking.
“No Stiles, really, it’s okay- you know? Because I was supposed to be a Hale, but I’m not. Okay? I am a McCall.” Tears started pouring out of her eyes and her breathing became labored as she tried to keep herself held together, but she’d been doing that for far too long since this truth was uncovered in her life, “That- being a Hale- isn’t what’s making this so bad, you know? That- that one simple truth, I can handle that. Hell I can even handle being a goddamn druid who’s one with nature or whatever kind of bullshit.”
Stiles watched the girl he loved break down as she began to finally come to terms with the feelings in thought inside her head, preparing herself to finally say them out loud.
Y/n involuntarily let a small laugh escape past her lips, “What- what I can’t handle, is the fact that it was kept from me by the mother that (is) mine, for so long. I can’t handle, that I’m gonna have to tell the most important person in my life- that I’m not his real sister. What I can’t handle, is that Scott’s father- left him- because he didn’t want a child that wasn’t his. Scott doesn’t have a father, because of me, and he should and it’s all my fault.”
Stiles grabbed Y/n and pulled her limp body into his lap as uncontrollable sobs that she hadn’t let out in so long began to rack her body. And he sat on the floor with, he pushed strands of hair off of her sweaty forehead and he let her cry. Eventually the sobbing faded, and some well need sleep took over her. But Stiles sat on the floor, and he held her.
He knew she was going to be fine, what he didn’t know was Scott was standing outside her door the whole time, listening to everything she had been through. But they were all going to get through it together.
