A/N- Sorry for the delay, no excuse really. The season two trailer inspired an update. This chapter's mostly a filler to get to the good stuff later on. Enjoy.
Scott clenched his eyes shut and turned his face away sharply. Allison's quickening heart beat pounded in his ears, alerting him to the fact that she had seen what he had hoped she would never. He felt hand gently touch his shoulder, but she pulled it away before he could react.
"Scott," she began. "Your eyes-"
"Allison," he cut her off. "Please, let me explain."
Allison leaned forward in her seat, trying to get another look at his face but he kept it turned away from her. She reached her hand forward slowly until it rested under his chin.
"Look at me Scott."
Scott lifted his hand to hers as he turned his head to meet her gaze. Her grip on his chin loosened and fell away as she gasped. She stared into his eyes, his normal eyes.
"I don't understand."
"I can explain everything, just not right now. We have more important things to worry about right now."
Allison shook her head. "I think you owe me an explanation Scott."
"He doesn't owe you anything," Stiles mumbled from the driver's seat. Scott and Allison both turned to look at him.
Stiles cleared his throat and strengthened his grip on the steering wheel. "All I'm saying is that after what happened between you two at the school that night, I really don't think he owes you anything Allison."
"The school," Allison breathed out. "Jackson said he saw a man get down on all fours and walk like an animal."
Stiles and Scott shared a brief glance.
"That thing at Lydia's, that monster, it was the same thing. It was at the school that night." She looked at Scott who was avoiding her gaze once again. "Wasn't it?"
"Yes," Scott answered.
"But what is it?" She questioned. "And why does it always seem to be around you?"
"And how did you even manage to fight it? It was huge!"
"And your eyes were yellow Scott! What's wrong with-"
"Will you stop asking so many questions!" Scott glared at her from the front seat, his entire body rigid. He dug his fingers into the seat cushion, trying to calm himself down. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking into Allison's eyes once more.
His heart skipped as he saw the fear in them. He could smell it; taste it; feel it. It was all directed at him, he realized. She was scared of him.
"Allison, I'm sorry," he began.
She shook her head. "Don't Scott. Just take me home. Please."
Scott sighed and looked to Stiles for help. His best friend met his eyes with a tired nod.
"We can't let you go home until your Dad gets back," Stiles confirmed.
Allison ran her hand through her hair, becoming more confused and frustrated by the second. "So that was him driving towards Lydia's house then? What does he have to do with any of this?" She looked back and forth between her ex-boyfriend and his best friend.
Scott sighed heavily. "We don't have time-"
"To explain," Allison finished the sentence for him. "When will you make time, huh Scott? Cause right now I feel like I'm the only one in the entire world who doesn't know what's going on."
"Not in the entire world, just in this vehicle," Stiles commented off-handedly. Scott punched him in the shoulder.
"Take me home right now," Allison said quietly. "Someone will be there and then I won't be here to burden your little secret circle."
"Allison," Scott looked back at her. "I wish I could tell you everything right now, believe me, I do. Too much is going on though. You're not safe, we're not safe."
Allison huffed slightly, crossing her arms and staring out the window.
Everyone jumped at the new voice in the car. Allison pushed herself closer to the door away from the bloodied man next to her, feeling foolish for forgetting she was sitting in the backseat with a suspected serial killer.
"Derek!" Scott turned his body around enough to get a good look at the older wolf. "Did you heal yet?"
"Heal?" Allison threw her hands up dramatically. "This night just keeps getting better and better."
Derek gave her a sideways glare before meeting Scott's questioning stare. "Mostly, yeah. We need to get her home now though. She isn't safe with us."
Scott opened his mouth to protest but Derek stopped him with a firm look.
"Her family can protect her better than we can," Derek said. "She's just a distraction to you right now Scott."
Allison waited for Scott to deny Derek's words, but he didn't. She looked at Scott questioningly, taking in his tense shoulders, the bags under his eyes, and nervous fidgeting. Something big was going on and she wasn't going to figure it out in this car.
"He's right Scott," Allison said. "Stiles, take me home."
Stiles made a sharp turn. "Yes ma'am."
Allison's aunt was getting out of her SUV as Stiles pulled his jeep into her driveway. She stopped what she was doing as she scrutinized the vehicle. Her body tensing as her eyes landed on Derek.
Allison unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for the door. She wanted nothing more than to be out of this car. She was certain that her aunt would tell her tell the truth, and she was eager to learn it.
Scott reached back and grabbed Allison's hand before she could open the door. She whipped her head around to face him.
"Allison," Scott began. "You're gonna find out the truth in like five minutes. The truth about me, about Derek, about all of this."
Her gaze softened as she felt how sweaty his palms were; how much his hands were shaking. He was nervous.
"And if you decide to hate me," he continued, "I will completely understand. Just know that everything I've ever done was to protect you. I would never hurt you Allison, and I'm sorry I lied to you for so long."
Allison felt her eyes begin to sting. She pulled her hand away from his and opened the door before he could see her tears.
"Goodbye Scott," she slid out of the jeep and slammed the door.
Scott watched as her aunt exploded into a monologue that he couldn't hear, making wild gestures towards the jeep.
"Let's get out of here," Derek said from the back, his eyes intently locked onto Kate.
Stiles threw the jeep into reverse and pulled away quickly. He gave his rear view mirror a nervous glance and then focused on the road. He glanced sideways at his best friend.
"You good, Scott?"
"Yeah," he replied quietly. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, I'm good. She should hear this stuff from her family, not her ex-boyfriend."
Stiles note the way Scott seemed to spit the word 'ex' out like it was poison. He reached over and patted his friend's shoulder reassuringly.
"It'll all work out," Stiles told him confidently. "I know it."
Scott smiled slightly.
Derek groaned from the backseat. "Can we figure out a plan now, or do you two ladies want to talk about your feelings and braid each other's hair?"
"Nice to see someone's people skills didn't improve after a near death experience," Stiles retorted as he looked at Derek in the rear view mirror.
"Come back here and we'll see if a near death experience changes you," Derek growled. Stiles scoffed.
"Cut it out guys," Scott said. "Alright Derek, if you're so eager to form a plan, let's hear what you've got so far."
Derek leveled a serious gaze onto Scott. "We need to kill my uncle."
Scott's eyes widened. "Now?"
"Yeah, now? I was thinking of something more along the lines of a nap, dude," Stiles emphasized his statement with a yawn.
"You nap, he kills you in your sleep," Derek practically growled. "He has us all on his radar now. No one's safe until he's dead." He made sure Scott was listening to him. "And that includes Allison."
"Okay, I get it." Scott sighed. "But I could barely fight him for five minutes, how are we going to kill him?"
"I haven't figured that part out yet," Derek said.
"Well this sound's promising," Stiles added. "Can someone at least tell me where I'm supposed to be driving?"
"My house," Derek said immediately.
Scott and Stiles looked at each other nervously but didn't protest.
The trio sat in silence as they drove down the deserted lane that ran through the dense woods. It was completely dark outside; only the jeep's headlights guided them along their path. The moon was hidden behind the thick clouds in the sky.
Everyone in the jeep sat up straighter as it made a sputtering noise. The two wolves snapped their attention to the panicked looking driver. The car began to decelerate, even as Stiles slammed his foot on the gas pedal.
"No, no, no, no, no," Stiles let out a stream of protests. "Come on baby, don't do this to me."
"Stiles," Scott questioned.
Stiles moaned in frustration as the jeep came to a stop, the engine shutting off. He laid his forehead on the steering wheel and closed his eyes.
"You lied to your dad and told him you missed the game because you ran out of gas?" Scott questioned quietly.
Stiles nodded against the wheel.
"And now you actually just ran out of gas?"
Stiles nodded again.
"You've gotta be kidding me?" Derek growled.
The trio jumped and stared out the rear window as a loud, long, angry howl cut through the night.
Stiles slammed his head back onto the steering wheel. "Shit."