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"Baby-Wolf"

***

Oliver's mother was named Audrey Sanchez. 

She had the same hair as he did, wild, and curly- sticking up in all directions but still managing to somehow look good. She would smile at everything, thinking that you should always smile unless you were given a reason not to... well today, Oliver was given a reason not to.

But still, the last thing that he was expecting to recieve today was a phone call from Derek Hale. 

 He was walking home, sincd Stiles had driven him this morning, and he was sure he looked like some sort of criminal. With his baseball bat, sullen look, and black hoodie, he wouldn't be surprised if people avoided him. 

 "What the fuck, Scott," he mumbled under his breath, scowling and kicking a rock. "Stupid wolf-boy, with his stupid secrets and his stupid-" he trailed off, his fists clenched tightly. He was pissed off to say the least. He just wanted to have a normal frickin' school year, and now not only is he a psychic, he is also all roped in to keeping Scott's weird wolf secret. If that little asshole just stayed inside that night, or better yet, if Stiles had woken him up, then maybe he would be talking to his cousin right now. 

 He continued to stomp down the road, glowering at nothing. He was mentally thinking of all of the nearest bridges he could jump off of, when a sudden and loud ring made him jump. He rolled his eyes, fishing his phone from his pocket, not even looking at the number before answering. "What?" 

 "Sanchez?" 

 "Yeah, who the fuck is calling?" 

 "It's Derek. I need you to meet me at the animal shelter as soon as possible." 

 Ollie sighed deeply, running his hand through his hair as he looked around. He was literally walking through the middle of nowhere, how the hell was he supposed to get to the goddamn animal shelter? Better yet, why the hell did Derek Hale want him to go to the goddamn animal shelter? 

"Why do I have to come?"

 "Because I need your sight." 

 "Get glasses!" 

 "You know that's not what I meant!" 

 Oliver groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose and trying to pinpoint the exact time his life went to shit. He continued walking as he spoke on the phone, glancing around to try and find a street sign or something. He passed a house with a bunch of kids playing basketball, and opened his mouth to speak to Derek again. 

 "On a scale from one to ten: one being you could get a papercut, ten being the end of the world is coming if I don't... what would this situation be?" 

 He heard Derek mumble a complex array of curse words under his breath, before his voice came back into focus. "Just get here. If you are late I will not hesitate to cut out your throat." 

 "Jokes on you, I would love that." 

Ollie's eyes traveled back over to the kids playing basketball, and he tilted his head lightly to the side. It was a group of teenage boys- too young to be in highschool, which accounted for why he didn't recognize them, and looked over at the rack of bicycles lined up next to them.

 A smile tugged at his lips. "I'll be there in ten minutes." 

 He hung up the phone, sticking it back into his pocket as he walked over to the driveway, swinging his baseball bat from hand to hand. "Hey!" He called, making the kids all turn to look at him in almost perfect unison. He pointed to the rack of bikes. "Can I borrow a bike?" 

 "Who the fuck are you?" One of the kids yelled back, as the other three nervously eyed the bat in his hand. 

 "None of your buisness! Now can I have a bike? I'll bring it back without a scratch!"

"Sorry, dude, my mom taught me not to give bikes to strangers!" 

 Ollie rolled his eyes, walking a few steps closer and raising an eyebrow at the kids. He was wasting time, and he didn't doubt that Derek would kick his ass if he was late. So he inched closer to the bikes, before stepping forward in a brisk walk, snatching one of the bikes off of the rack and saluting the boys, who all watched in confusion. 

 "Gracias!" He called over his shoulder, ignoring the shouts that followed him as he jumped on the bike, and hurried to pedal away towards God-knows what. 

 ***

 Ollie was smiling when he hopped off of the bike, but that smile quickly vanished when he saw the look that Derek was giving him. "What? Who died?" 

"No one..." Derek paused, "Yet." 

 "Dude! You really shouldn't pause there!" He shook his head, "it gives me false hope that maybe you just called me to hang out or something." 

 "That will never happen."  

 "Yeah, I figured." 

"Come on." 

 "Where are we going?" Oliver whisper-yelled as Derek lead him through the musty corridors of the Animal Hospital, the entire building dark. Ollie couldn't help but wonder how Derek got in, since it was obvious that the building was closed... or maybe it was just naturally dark and creepy. 

 "We're going to see McCall's boss." 

 Ollie blinked once, halting his movement just long enough for him to process the words. Once he did, he frowned and jogged to catch up with the werewolf. "What? Why?" 

 "Scott, you're late again!" 

 Both of the boys froze at the new voice that cut into the silence. Derek gestured for Ollie to follow him, and they peeked into the opposite room, where the man was carefully writing something down on a chart. "I hope this doesn't become a habit." 

 Derek gestured for Ollie to step out, provoking the boy to furiously shake his head, swearing loudly when Derek shoved him into the room, making the vet's head whip up, his eyes widening as he took in the sight in front of him. "M-May I help you?"  

 "I hope so," Derek narrowed his eyes, and Oliver sighed deeply, wishing he had just continued to ride on his stolen bike. "I want to know about that animal that you found with the spiral on it's side." 

 Spiral? Ollie visibly perked up. The first vision he ever had was a spiral being drawn onto the window of a car.

 Deaton-- Oliver remembered his name-- laughed nervously, crossing his arms. "Excuse me? What animal?" 

 "Three months ago. The deer." Derek reached into his pocket and produced a piece of slightly crumbled up paper, showing it to Deaton as Ollie tried to lean over to see it himself. "Remember this?" 

 "Oh, yes the deer." The older man relaxed significantly, although his shoulders were still tensed. "I do remember, but I didn't find it. They called me to see if I have ever seen anything like it." 

 Oliver, still slightly confused as to what was happening, spoke up, his eyebrows raised and his tone skeptical. "What did you tell them?" 

 "I... I told them no." 

 Oliver clenched his fists around his baseball bat, his eyes anxiously flitting between the two man as he mentally calculated who he would have to beat up. Derek advanced on the vet, who took a shaky step backwards. "Do you hear that?" 

 "H-Hear what?" 

 "The sound of your heartbeat increasing," his entire face twisted into a sneer. "The sound of you lying." 

"Derek-" Ollie whispered between his clenched teeth. His heartbeat was increasing because he was freaked the hell out... he didn't know Deaton's excuse. 

 The werewolf barely spared him a second glance. "Hit him." 

 "What? You're insane!" 

 " I said hit him!" In a movement too fast for Oliver's eyes to actually follow, Derek lashed out and grabbed Deaton's shoulder's, spinning him around as Oliver- based purely on instinct and axiety ridden adrenaline, brought his bat down to hit the back of the man's head. 

 As soon as he dropped to the ground, Oliver gasped, his bat slipping from his hands. "Oh my God!" He yelled, his voice echoing around the room and bouncing off of the walls. "Holy fuck! Is he dead? Did we just kill him?" 

 Derek seemed to be unbothored as he regarded Ollie's panicking form, effortlessly hauling up Deaton's limp form like he weight nothing, dumping him on a nearby chair and grabbing a roll of bandages, tearing off a piece with his teeth and beginning to tye the man's hands behind his back as Oliver struggled to remember how to breath. "He's not dead."

 "I'm a criminal! I stole a bike from a bunch of douchey middle schoolers, and now I'm gonna go to jail for what? Murder!" 

 "He's not dead." 

 "How has my life come to this?" 

 A groan was heard from the man, which only helped Oliver relax slightly, as he jumped and looked over. Deaton's head lolled to the side, his eyes squinting when he opened them, blinking and trying to take in his surroundings. 

 Ollie groaned, burying his face in his hands. "My name is Stiles Stilinski! If you are going to arrest me, my name is Stiles Stilinski-" 

 "Shut up," Derek deadpanned, glaring at Oliver before focusing his gaze back to the matter at hand. "Are you protecting someone?" 

 Deaton groaned again, his voice weak when he spoke. "Alright, the key to the drug locker is in my pocket-"

 "I don't want drugs!" Derek yelled, his voice so harsh that even Ollie jumped. "I want to know why you're lying." 

 "I-I-I don't know what you're talking about! Why are you doing this to me?" 

 "What are you doing?" 

 Oliver swore again, mumbling in Spanish as Scott McCall burst through the door. He winced deeply at the look his friend gave him. "I hit him with my baseball bat." 

 Derek suddenly reared his fist back, hitting the vet so hard that it made Oliver jump about a million feet into the sky. "Dios mío-" 

Scott was beginning to seem like he was even more freaked out than Oliver was. "What the hell are you doing?"

 "When he's conscious, he can keep himself from healing, when he's unconscious, he can't-" 

 "I want to go home!"

 "Shut up!" Scott and Derek yelled in unison, making Ollie throw his hands in the air, his face still contorted into a grimace. The younger boy turned back to Derek. "What are you talking about?" 

 "You wanna know what the spiral means, Scott? It's our sign for a vendetta. For revenge. It means he won't stop killing until he's satisfied!" He pointed at Ollie. "Sanchez, get over here!" 

 "Ollie, no!" Scott stepped in between the boys. "You think he's the Alpha?"

 "We're about to find out. Oliver, come here!" 

 "Ollie, don't!" 

 "¡Odio tanto esto!" The boy himself yelled, before pushing past Scott. "Get out of my way, man, I hate this more than I hate-" 

 Before he could finish, Scott grabbed his arm, earning a oft yelp of pain as his fingers grew into claws, lightly digging into his skin as he glared at the Sanchez boy, his eyes tranforming into a burning yellow. "Touch him and you'll see me get angry."

 Under different circumstances, Oliver would have laughed, and then slapped Scott for trying tp threaten him... but there was literal hair growing out of his face, so he just frowned deeply, quirking an eyebrow and taking a small step away, wincing and eyeing the small trickle of blood that ran down the palm of his hand. "Fine. You win. Just please tell me you have a plan."  

 "Just... meet me at the school, but give me an hour." 

 ***

 Oliver was pretty much done at this point. 

 He sat down on the stairs to the school, haven ridden his stolen bike there, and shivered. He had taken off his hoodie in order to get a better look at the scratches on his arm from Scott's claws or whatever, and was now left in only his T-shirt, goosebumps rising on his bare arms. 

 The headlights from Stiles's Jeep made him raise his head, and as soon as the vehicle slid to a halt, Stiles jumped out and ran over to him. 

 "Dude, did you really hit Scott's boss over the head with your bat?" He asked, although he looked more excited than concerned. Ollie just groaned, anxiously running his hand through his hair. "I hate today." 

 "I hate majority of days," the boy smiled, offering Ollie his hand and hauling him to his feet. "Oh, and by the way, I told Harris that you weren't in detention because you were having various health issues, so be prepared for that when we go back to school." 

 Ollie refrained from face palming, settling with just a small smile. "Thanks for covering for me." 

 "Well it was either that or suffer the wrath of Katrin, so-" 

 "Trust me, Stilinski, we're all going to be suffering the wrath of Katrin sooner or later." 

 "Guys!" 

 The boys turned around in perfect unison when Scott called them, gesturing for them to come over. They obliged, however reluctantly, and Oliver immediately crossed his cold arms over his chest. "This is a horrible idea, you know that right?" 

 "Well, do you have a better one?" 

 Stiles piped up, "well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until it just... goes away!" 

 Oliver snapped his fingers, pointing to Stiles and nodding his agreement. "I've been told that I am extremely good at running away from my problems." 

 "Just come on-" 

 The boys walked up the stairs and pushed open the doors to the school. It was super creepy being there after hours, and Oliver felt like the main character in some sort of really bad horror movie. Stiles began talking as soon as they entered the main office. "So, what are you gonna do if the Alpha doesn't show up?" 

 "I don't know."  

 "And what are you going to do if the Alpha does show up?" 

 "I... don't know."  

 "Great plan, Scott." Ollie mused, sitting down behind the desk and propping his feet up on the table. "Did you guys know that I am a wanted criminal?" 

 "Really?" Stiles's head perked up. "Cool." 

 "So you said that a wolf howls to signal it's position to the rest of the pack, right?" Scott asked Stiles, who nodded.  "Right. But if you bring him here, does that make you part of his pack?"  

 Scott, obviously not having thought out that small detail beforehand, swallowed deeply. "Uh, I hope not." 

 "Yeah me too." Stiles walked over to grab the other chair, sitting next to Ollie and pointing to their friend. "Alright. All you." 

 Scott inhaled deeply, slowly opening his mouth...

And absolutely failing at a howl.

 Ollie couldn't help it, he burst into laughter, doubling over and gasping for breath as he cackled, the sound vaguely reminding him of the the time he tried to give his cat, Simba, a bath. Scott flashed him an annoyed look as he struggled to regain his composure, still lightly chuckling. "Dude, what the fuck was that?" 

 Scott's tone was defensive. "It was a howl!" 

 "It sounded like a cat being choked to death!" 

Stiles joined Ollie in with the laughing at the offended look on Scott's face. "Well what am I supposed to do? I don't know how to do this!" 

 Stiles stood up from his chair, walking over so he could look the boy in the eyes. "Hey, hey listen to me. You're calling the Alpha, right?"

 Scott nodded. 

 "Be a man. Be a werewolf. Not a teen wolf, a werewolf... got it?" 

  Scott nodded, and as soon as Stiles sat back down, his eyes flashed the same yellow they did at the clinic... and he howled. 

 It didn't sound like the kind of howl you hear in movies. It was low, loud, and terrifying as hell, bouncing off of the walls and ringing it Oliver's ears. He was tempted to tell Scott to be quieter, since he didn't fancy attracting the entire population of Beacon Hills to their school, but couldn't find the words to do so. 

 He blinked once as silence settled over them yet again. "Now that... that was a howl."

 ***

 "I am going to kill all three of you!" 

 Derek's threat fell to deaf ears, as the boys were all grinning as they exited the school. The older man marched right up to them. "What the hell was that? What are you trying to do- attract the entire state to the school?" 

 Scott smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, I didn't know it would be that loud." 

 "Yeah it was loud," Stiles gave Ollie an excited look, "And it was awesome!" 

  Derek was not impressed. "Shut up." 

 "Don't be such a sour-wolf!" Stiles exclaimed, slinging his arm over Ollie's shoulders, who smirked to himself. "Yeah, Hale, lighten up a bit." 

 However, when Scott spoke, his voice was worried. "What did you do with him?" He demanded, gesturing to the empty truck that previously held this tied up boss. Ollie blinked, a frown tugging at his lips. 

 "What?" Derek demanded, "I didn't do anything-" 

 Before he could speak any further, blood poured from his mouth, running down his face and earning a surprised yell from Oliver. A figure stood behind him, it's claws dug into Derek's back as it lashed out, tossing him away like he was nothing but a rag doll. 

 "Derek!" Ollie screamed, his voice oozing with fear, but he didn't have time to see if he was okay, as Stiles had yanked his hand sharply, and they turned and ran for their lives.