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[ 1.09 ]
"Faster?"
"Much faster," Stiles replied. Scott shifted gears and the Camaro sped up the smallest bit.
"Scott, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here," Stiles snapped, looking over his shoulder out the back windshield. The car that was being driven by Kate Argent was gaining on them.
"If I go faster, I'll kill us," Scott argued.
"Well, if you don't go faster, they're gonna kill us!"
"You guys just said we were going to McDonald's," Willow whined from the backseat.
She had been crouched down the entire time, afraid of being shot or seen by any of the hunters. Scott and Stiles had tricked her into coming along on their little trip. Derek was hunting the Alpha while they drove his car to throw the hunters off his scent. Willow was still in pink, fluffy pajama pants with hearts all over them — a clear sign that she did not know what she'd really be doing that night.
"Sorry," Scott and Stiles said in sync. Though they didn't really mean it.
The next time Stiles looked over his shoulder, he noticed the lack of headlights following them. "They're gone."
He quickly fumbled for the police radio he had stolen and turned it on. "All units, suspect is on foot heading into the Iron Works."
Of course, the police would find him the first time he left his hiding spot in days. Scott sped toward the location that Derek had been spotted, where Chris Argent had cornered him.
"Get in!" Stiles shouted as soon as Scott pulled the car close enough.
Willow threw open the back door for him to get in, and Scott was speeding off once more before the door was even closed. When Willow heard the sound of a machine gun, she crouched down and covered her head, hoping the windows were bulletproof.
"What is Willow doing here?" Derek asked angrily.
"She wanted to come!" Stiles lied.
"No, she didn't," Willow squeaked, holding onto her seatbelt.
"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott asked, given that both the hunters and police had found him.
"I had him!" Derek exclaimed in frustration. He hit the back of the headrest of Stiles' seat.
"Who, the Alpha?" Stiles asked.
"Yes! He was right in front of me, and the fucking police showed up," he complained.
"Whoa, hey, they're just doing their jobs," he said, defending his father.
Derek glared at Scott. "Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state."
"Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake. I get it," Scott grumbled.
Derek had been particularly aggressive around him since sexually assaulting Willow under the effects of the full moon. And Scott getting on his hands and knees to beg for her forgiveness which he already had wasn't enough for the older werewolf — unlike Willow, Derek would be holding it against him for a long time.
"All right. How did you find him?" Stiles asked, turning to look at Derek.
"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott added.
"Yeah, both of us," Stiles said. But then Derek glared at him, and Stiles backed away, a little terrified. "Or just him. I'll be up here."
"Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris," Derek explained.
"Our chemistry teacher?" Stiles asked in disbelief.
"Why him?" Scott questioned.
"I don't know yet," was all he said.
"Alright, well what's the second?" Willow asked.
Derek looked at her before pulling out a piece of paper with a sloppy drawing. "Some kind of symbol." When he looked between Willow and Scott, he could tell that they both recognized it. "What? You know what this is?"
"I've seen it on a necklace," Scott said.
"Allison's necklace," Willow clarified, dread filling her. "That's just great. Scott, take me home."
"'Scuse us for just trying to make you feel included," Stiles muttered under his breath.
"I need sleep, Stiles. We all do, in case you've forgotten that you're actually playing tomorrow night," she reminded him. She didn't want this supernatural stuff to get in the way of their important human things.
"Sorry my survival is such an inconvenience for you," Derek told her, crossing his arms.
"Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that, I just - I mean, you're not—" Willow cut herself off when she saw the small smile on his lips, realizing he wasn't actually offended by her comment. "You know I don't think you're an inconvenience."
"I know," he said quietly. Then his eyes scanned over her form, taking in the heart pajama pants and the tight white shirt with Strawberry Shortcake on it that she had no doubt had since she was a child. "Cute pajamas."
"They are cute," she agreed, nodding seriously.
"I'm sorry. Are you flirting with her?" Stiles asked, whipping his head around, earning a glare from Derek. "Disgusting."
☽︎
"This is gonna be impossible, you know," Scott said as Willow and Stiles followed him into the school the next day.
"Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?" Willow suggested.
"How?" he asked.
"It's easy. You just say, 'Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you?'" Stiles said sarcastically.
"You're not helping," Scott muttered.
"Why don't you just talk to her," Stiles suggested.
"She won't talk to me," he whined. "What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?"
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