chapter nine
❝ in the darkness you will see the sun ❞
wolf's bane

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Chris Argent pulls the phone up to his ear. "He's on foot. Just ran into the Iron Works." he says, racing down the street in his car

Kate Argent, who also happens to be driving, frowns. "Wait, wait. Did you say on foot?"

"Yeah, into the Iron Works."

"Running?" She asks, confused.

"Yes, running!"

Kate looks ahead, speeding down the road. "If he's on foot, then who the hell is driving his car?"

Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski sit in the front seat, "Faster?" Scott asks.

Stiles looks back, "Much faster."

Suddenly, Kennedy sits up from the back seat. "Have I ever said I hate Scott's driving?" She mumbles, groaning in pain. Scott suddenly stomps on the breaks, causing Kennedy groan more. After Scott's full moon, the group had finally solved their friendship issues (for the most part), and now were trying to help Derek, who is in fact alive. Except now everyone thinks Derek is the one attacking people, which is not good at all on their part.

The three speed down the street, the car chasing them from behind. "Scott, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here." Stiles mumbles.

"If I go faster, I'll kill us, and Kenny is gonna throw up everywhere." Scott explains.

Stiles scoffs, "Well, if you don't go faster, they're gonna kill us and Kenny's still gonna throw up!"

The girl sits up, looking behind them "They're gone." She mumbles, looking back at the boys. Stiles pulls out the walkie talkie, turning it on.

"All units, suspect is on foot heading into the Iron Works."

Kennedy huffs, "Well, now I know why," She mutters. Scott steps on the breaks, driving towards the Iron Works.

Stiles moves to the back seat, the door of the car hanging open as they speed through, Kennedy rolls her window down. "Get in!" She yells. Derek runs through gun fire, jumping into the car as Scott speeds away.

"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott shouts.

"Damn it, I had him!" Derek shouts.

Stiles leans forward. "Who, the Alpha?"

"Yes! He was right in front of me, and the friggin' police showed up." He snaps. Kennedy shrugs, understanding.

"Whoa, hey, they're just doing their jobs-"

Stiles quickly stops when Derek sends him a look. "Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state." He snaps, glaring at Scott.

"Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake." Scott huffs. "I get it."

Kennedy rolls her eyes, elbowing Stiles out of her way. "Okay, how did you find him in the first place?" Derek says nothing for a moment. "Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" She asks.

"Yeah, all of us." Stiles adds, earning another glare. "Or just them. I'll be back here." He mutters, sliding back.

Derek sighs, "Look the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out." He explains, "She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."

Stiles pushes back to the front for a moment, "Our chemistry teacher?"

"Why him?" Scott asks.

Derek shakes his head, "I don't know yet."

Kennedy sighs, pushing Stiles out of her way again. "Okay, cool. What's the second thing?"

Derek reaches into his pocket, "Some kind of symbol." Scott and Kennedy look at the drawing, pursing their lips. "What? You know what this is?" He asks them.

"We've seen it on a necklace." Kennedy mutters.

Scott nods, "Allison's necklace." He says before stomping on the gas, causing Kennedy to groan for the millionth time.

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The day was simple and calm in Kennedy's world. Though Scott was busy planning how to get the necklace, Kennedy was busy planning on the color of her room, which would be getting redone after spring break. "Ken!" She turns slowly to see Stiles running up to her. "Have you talked to Scott? What about Allison?"

"Look, I haven't talked to Allison since before the full moon." Kennedy huffs. "So I definitely haven't been able to look for the necklace." The bell rings, signaling lunch period.

Stiles jogs to catch up to his friend. "Well, maybe Scott got something," The pair walk into the lunch room, getting in line for food while they wait for Scott to sit at their table. Stiles look over at Kennedy, "Is that a new dress?" He asks, frowning.

Kennedy looks down, "Yeah, my dad bought it for me," She says, "How'd you know?"

The teenage boy shrugs sheepishly. "You already would've worn it if it was old. You like to wear the old stuff first and then the new stuff last," He rambles. Kennedy looks up at him, a smile on her face. "Let's just go talk to Scott, okay? Yeah," The two carry their trays to the McCall, sitting on either side of him. "Did you get her to give you the necklace?"

Scott shrugs, "Not exactly."

"What happened?" Stiles sighs.

Scott shrugs, "She told me not to talk to her. At all." Kennedy hums, looking down at her tray.

Stiles is quiet for a moment, "So she's not giving you the necklace-"

"She's not giving me the necklace!" Scott cuts him off.

Stiles shrugs, mouth full of food. "Well, did you find anything else out?" He asks.

"Just that I know nothing about girls, and that they're totally psychotic."

Kennedy scoffs, "Excuse me, I'm not psychotic!" She huffs.

Both boys lean towards her. "You're psychotic."

"Yeah, I'm a little psychotic." She whispers, leaning back.

Stiles places down his chicken tender. "Okay, I came up with a plan B just in case anything like this happened."

Scott and Kennedy share a hopeful look. "What's plan B?"

"Just steal the stupid thing." Stiles hisses.

Scott rolls his eyes. "Couldn't we try at least getting to Harris?"

Kennedy shakes her head. "Sheriff Stilinski put him on a 24 hour protective detail, my dads on it." She explains. "The necklace is all we got."

"Steal it. Thank you." Stiles mutters, turning back to his food.

Scott frowns, his eyes falling on Jackson. "Stiles, he's watching us." He says. Both human friends look up to see what Scott sees.

"What's wrong?" Stiles asks, confused.

"Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him."

Kennedy bites her lip, turning her body, "Scott, look at me. Just talk to me." Scott nods slowly, "Act normal. Pretend that nothing's happening." Scott pauses, looking down.

"Say something!" He hisses at her.

"Lets talk about the fact that you tried to kiss me." She hisses.

Scott's eyes widen. "I thought we were over this!"

She slouches, "It was the first thing I thought of," She confesses. Scott stops paying attention to her, and instead looks around.

Stiles looks around as well. "Where's Jackson?" He asks out loud. Kennedy turns in her chair, trying to look for her ex boyfriend. "I can't believe you dated a dick like Jackson." Stiles scoffs, causing her to send him an annoyed look. She turns to Scott, watching him grip his bottled water tightly. His hand shakes a she brings the bottle to his lips.

"Scott, come on, you can't let him do this." Stiles says, "You can't let him have this kind of power over you. Okay?" Kennedy watches as Scott grips onto his lunch tray, until finally it completely snaps in half. Kennedy looks at Scott, following his gaze. Her eyes land on Jackson, and she purses her lips in a thin line. Jackson looks over at her, sending her a wink before walking away.

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"So, Jackson's trying to make Scott jealous, and even broke up with Lydia to do so?" Stiles asks, confused.

Kennedy shrugs, "I guess, I don't know." She mumbles, reading over the text Lydia sent her again. "Maybe it's just Jackson being a major dick," The pair walk into Stiles's room, Kennedy setting her things down while Stiles sits at his desk.

"Hey, Stiles!"

"Yo, D-" Stiles pauses, turning around. "Derek." Kennedy spins around, her eyes wide as she sees the Hale standing in her friends room. Derek puts a finger to his lips, throwing his hand in the direction of the door.

Noah walks over, Stiles and Kennedy rushing over, blocking the room with a door. "What'd you say?" He asks his son.

"What? I said Yo, d-dad." Stiles stammers. Kennedy rolls her eyes, leaning against the door.

Sheriff Stilinski sighs, "Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game."

"My first game." Stiles chuckles, "Uh, it's great. Awesome. Uh," Kennedy looks over at him, raising a brow. "Good."

Kennedy sighs, pulling away from the door and walking towards Derek, "What the hell are you doing here!?" She whisper shouts.

"Shut up!" Derek snaps, flicking her forehead.

The teenage girl stands there, blinking for a moment. "Did you just flick my fore-" Before she finishes, Derek flicks her again. "I'm gonna kill you," She mutters, jumping at him.

Stiles hugs his dad, leaning back. "See you there." Noah says.

"Take it easy." The younger Stilinski waves, before closing his door. He turns back, seeing Kennedy wrapped around Derek like a koala, her arm around his neck. "Do I want to ask?" Derek grabs Kennedy, throwing her off of him effortlessly and pins Stiles against the wall.

"If you say one word," Derek warns.

Stiles looks up at him. "Oh, what, you mean, like, Hey, dad, Derek Hale's in my room Bring your gun?" Derek pauses, narrowing his eyes. "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy." Stiles pats Dereks shoulder, causing Kennedy to look up with a raised brow. Derek pulls away, nodding slowly. Stiles chuckles, walking by when Derek pretends to jump at him, "Oh, my God!" Stiles hisses.

"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asks.

Kennedy shakes her head. "No, Scott's still working on it." She explains, still laying across the bed.

"But there's something else we can try." Stiles says, "The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."

Derek and Kennedy look at each other, before looking back at Stiles. "So?"

Stiles rolls his eyes, "So it wasn't Scott."

"Well, can you find out who sent it?" Derek asks.

"No, not me." Stiles turns in his chair, looking at his laptop. "But I think I know somebody who can."

Within the hour, Danny sits next to Stiles in his room. "You want me to do what?"

"Trace a text." Stiles explains.

Danny looks over. "I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do."

Stiles nods, "And we will, once you trace the text." He explains to the tall lacrosse player.

"And what makes you think I know how?"

The Stilinski looks over at Kennedy. She shrugs, not sure how he found out. "I looked up your arrest report, so,"

"I was 13. They dropped the charges." Danny says. Stiles tries to argue, "No, we're doing lab work." The boy turns his head, seeing Derek sitting on the foot of Stiles's bed, Kennedy's feet resting in his lap.

She sits up, looking over his shoulder. "I didn't know you suck so bad at mahjong," She mutters, the two playing the game on their phones.

Danny turns back to Stiles. "Who's he again?" He asks.

"Um, my cousin," Kennedy and Derek look up, confused. "Miguel."

Derek slowly looks back at his phone, "Is that blood on his shirt?" Asks Danny.

Stiles's eyes widen. "Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds." Kennedy looks up, "Hey, Miguel. I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts." Derek narrows his eyes, turning off his phone and handing it to Kennedy. "So anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably-"

"Uh, Stiles?" The Stilinski turns his head, Derek holding up a shirt. "This? No fit." Kennedy's eyes widen as she realizes Derek was shirtless. She wasn't looking at him like Danny was. In fact, she looked ready for him to put a shirt back on.

"Then try something else on." Stiles snaps, turning to Danny. "Sorry." Stiles watches as Danny shyly checks out Derek. Kennedy walks over, grumbling as she goes through Stiles's shirt drawer. Stiles realizes his advantage, and watches Derek put on an orange and blue striped shirt. "Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh?" Stiles pats the boys shoulder. "What do you think, Danny?"

Danny looks over, and Kennedy observes Derek with a observing look. "It's not really his color." Danny confesses.

Kennedy smirks, catching on to Stiles's idea. "I completely agree," She mutters, tugging the hem of the shirt,

"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy?" Stiles mutters lowly.

"You're a horrible person."

Stiles nods. "I know. It keeps me awake at night." He deadpanned, "Anyway, about that text."

"Stiles!" The two look back, Kennedy holding five shirts. "None of these fit."

Danny looks Derek over one more time. "I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text." Kennedy smiles wide, throwing a random shirt at Derek before walking over. It only takes a few moments of Danny doing some research, "There. The text was sent from a computer. This one."

"Registered to that account name?" Derek asks.

Stiles shakes his head. No. That can't be right." He says. Kennedy frowns, looking at the name.

Melissa McCall.

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That night, Kennedy grunts as she pulls herself forward, looking between Derek and Stiles. "Did you get the picture?" Scott asks, sitting at the game while on the phone with the three.

"Yeah, I did, and it looks just like the drawing." Stiles explains.

Derek snatches the phone. "Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something." He says. "An inscription, an opening, something."

"No, no, the thing's flat. And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you?" Scott asks Stiles, "You're supposed to be here. You're first line." The three hear Coach shout about Bilinski, making Kennedy frown. "Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start."

Stiles sighs, "I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him, tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks." Stiles hangs up, looking at the road.

"You're not gonna make it." Derek mumbles.

"I know."

"And you didn't tell him about his mom, either."

Kennedy scoots forward, "And we won't, not till we find out the truth." She says.

Derek nods slowly, "By the way, one more thing." Stiles looks over, before his head is slammed into is steering wheel.

"Oh, God! What the hell was-"

"You know what that was for." Derek snaps, "Go. Go!"Stiles groans as he crawls out of the car. Kennedy follows, saluting Derek before running after her friend.

The two walk through the halls of Beacon Hills General Hospital. "Where is she?" Stiles asks, confused.

Kennedy curses under her breath, "I don't know," She looks around, not seeing anyone. "Call Derek,"

Stiles clumsily pulls his phone out of his pocket, "Yeah, I said I can't find her."

"Look, ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle."

Kennedy walks into the room Peter resided in. "Stiles," Her voice is caught in her throat as she walks over, picking up a small stuffed dog. "This is another one of the toys." She whispers, looking over at him.

Stiles pulls the phone to his ear. "Yeah, well, he's not here either."

"What?" Derek asks.

"He's not here. He's gone, Derek."

Derek thinks about it all. Kennedy's old toys missing. The Alpha trying to break through to her real abilities. "Stiles, get Kennedy out of there right now,"

Stiles frowns, "Why?"

"Stiles, it's him! He's the Alpha! Get out!" Stiles pulls away from his phone, stepping out of the room in shock. He jumps when he sees a figure in front of him.

Kennedy walks over, seeing Peter standing there. "You must be Stiles," Peter mumbles, looking over at him.

Stiles grabs Kennedy's hand, turning around when they see Jennifer. "What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over."

The teenage boy looks around, "You, and him." Kennedy looks at Peter, who seems to be more focused on her than anything. "You're, you're the one who..Oh, my, and he's," Stiles groans, "Oh, my God, we're gonna die." He cried, looking at Kennedy.

Kennedy feels her heart pick up, and she looks over just in time to see Derek knock Jennifer out in one swift movement. "That's not nice. She's my nurse." Says Peter.

"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people." Derek looks down at Stiles. "Get out of the way, and get Kennedy out of here."

Stiles looks over, "Oh, damn." He curses, before pulling her to the ground.

"You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family? I lost my child!" Derek lets out a roar, jumping at Peter. However, Peter shoves Derek into the wall, Kennedy and Stiles scrambling on the floor. Kennedy and Stiles rush to behind the desk. "My mind, my personality were literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct."

Derek grimaces as he is dropped by Peter. "You want forgiveness?" He murmurs, before punching Peter.

Peter grabs Derek, head butting him. "I want understanding." He says, kicking Derek backwards. "Do you have any idea, what it was like for me during those years? Slowly healing, cell by cell." Derek slowly stands, Kennedy and Stiles looking over at Derek. "Even more slowly coming back to consciousness." Peter glances at the desk, knowing Kennedy was just over there. "I lost my wife, and had to watch my ow daughter forget I exist!" He shouts. Kennedy frowns, remembering the papers saying his daughter died. "Yes, becoming an Alpha, taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that." Derek slings forward, trying to take another hit at Peter. The Alpha dodges one after the other, grabbing Derek's fists and slowly crushing it. "I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you. Both of you."

Kennedy breathes heavily, looking up at Stiles. "Stiles, somethings wrong," She pants.

"What do you mean?" The two are caught off guard at the sound of Derek being thrown through glass. Stiles grabs her wrists, "Kenny, what's wrong?"

The brunette's head pounds as she looks up. "I, I don't know," She mutters. She looks up, her blue eyes dilating unrealistically fast. Stiles looks at her with a concerned look. She looks behind her, "Where's Derek?" She asks him, standing up.

"Ken, no," He says, but Kennedy is already down the hall.

She looks around, her brown hair shifting as she tries to find Derek. "Derek?" She whispers.

"Kennedy Dawn," Peter whispers. She spins around, seeing the Alpha, now healed, in front of her. "I believe you know someone I'd like to talk to. His name is....Scott McCall?"