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An Uneasy Accord	By : williewildkat Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 2172 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Brooklyn was seated at the local diner, pouring over newspaper archives on her laptop. Her curiosity was piqued about the fire that had consumed Derek's home and she wasn't disappointed. Several area papers had front page stories about the Hale home and of how Derek, his sister and uncle had survived the fire while his parents were killed in the raging inferno.
"No wonder he's so withdrawn," she muttered sadly to herself. If she had witnessed her parents dying in such a painful agonizing way it would've messed with her hardwiring as well. The hunter paused and finished off the cooling plate of French Toast and sausage, finding the local fare much to her liking. She hadn't enjoyed a meal like this in….Well Hell she couldn't remember the last time outside of home breakfast was this awesome. Given what last night had brought on, this was such a welcome shift.
"Need anything else hun?" The waitress slid up and swept away her plate.
"Another refill and I'm good," she smiled as the waitress scooted off. Brooklyn shifted her gaze back to the screen and picked up where she left off.
Authorities have ruled out arson as the investigation continues.
"Why do I not believe that?" She rebuffed the report. The waitress returned with another round of liquid caffeine as the hunter continued reading the article.
"So he has a sister and uncle?" She bit her lip in contemplation. Considering Derek wasn't one to share his feelings, let alone anything else, Brooklyn carefully weighed her options.

The red SUV pulled up in the parking lot beside the sleek black Charger. Argent got out along with another hunter, Brian.
"She has some nerve showing her face around here," Brian glanced over at Argent who was staring straight through the bay window of the diner and at Brooklyn.
"You and I both know why she's here Brian," Argent met his companion's gaze, "Let's go say hi to our old friend now shall we?"

Brooklyn pulled up the next article which was nothing more than regurgitated version of the local paper's article.
"Probably more concerned about the results of the local lumberjack tree cutting contest," she snickered and deleted the browser. She clicked on the next article from the local paper and started reading. Her eyes were half way down the screen when a looming shadow darkened her vision.
Argent pulled up a chair as did Brian; each had a twisted grin locked upon their faces as Brooklyn felt her stomach turn knots.
"Well well well…..Look who rolled into town?" Argent's face dropped into a darker, sinister sneer.
"Thought I smelled something vile," Brooklyn refused to give into Argent's little game.
"You have some nerve coming into this town after what happened in Daytona Beach," Brian chimed in.
"I see you brought your little lap dog," Brooklyn rolled her eyes at the older man. "What's wrong Argent, too scared to talk to a woman?"
"We know why you're here Ravenwood," Argent started.
"Oh really and now just what might that be?" She leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest.
"The Alpha," Argent hissed low enough only for Brooklyn's ears.
"Newsflash Dan Rather, you're not the only one who knows about it."
"Back down Brooklyn," Argent warned the younger hunter. His tone turned menacing as he ran a finger across the top of her laptop. Brooklyn gritted her teeth and clenched her fists but knew this wasn't the time or the place for a fight. She was outnumbered and outgunned no doubt.
"No," she shut her laptop. "Have you told your daughter about what Daddy really does? I mean what's the rouse this time? Wait, lemme guess….Wildlife expert."
"You're funny," Brian wanted nothing more than to beat the smaller hunter down. It was no secret how much he loathed Brooklyn. But then again the feelings were mutual.
"You're still here? Why don't you go wait in the car while the adults talk," Brooklyn dismissed the other hunter. Brian's nostrils flared and eyes flooded with rage.
"Leave Beacon Hills Brooklyn," Argent issued his ultimatum.
"Or else what Argent? Did you forget I have friends in high and low places? All I have to do is make one phone call….."
Argent jerked his head towards the door, signaling to Brian it was time to go. The uninvited duo rose and silently exited the diner. Brooklyn trailed them with her eyes as they got in the SUV and turned around the corner. She suddenly found herself trembling all over and gripped the edge of the table so tight that her knuckles had gone to white.
"Bastards," she swore under her breath. Brooklyn hastily finished her coffee, tossed a crumpled 20 on the table and hurried towards her car. She sat in the seat, agitated and angry. Why was she not surprised to see Argent here in Beacon Hills? But then again his family had been hunting werewolves for over 300 years. They were legendary in the hunting world but to Brooklyn, they were nothing more than a bunch of arrogant aloof asshats.

The hotel was never a more welcomed sight for the hunter as she rolled up into the parking lot. The SUV was nowhere to be seen allowing for Brooklyn to relax slightly. Derek had not popped in or rather out of nowhere so far but then again she wasn't expecting to see him at every turn either. With a quick pull of the key, she hopped out and towards her temporary home. She could do more research in the hopes of tracking the Alpha.
The hunter closed the door behind her and rested her head against the door. She let the bag slide down her arm and quietly towards the floor. The darkness enveloped her as she slowly crossed the room and flopped down backwards on the bed. But as quickly as she landed upon the mattress, her hunter's instincts fired off red flags.
She raced for her gun but the intruder had anticipated her movements and pinned a knee into her back causing her to cry out in surprise and pain. It only served for her attacker to drive their knee deeper against her spine. Brooklyn struggled to get up but her attacker had grappled her wrists in one strong hand and coiled the rough itchy rope around them. The other hand slammed the side of head against the carpet, pressing her skin into the cheap worn material.
"You don't listen do you Ravenwood?" The voice snarled coldly into her ear. Brooklyn struggled and squirmed but the unknown assailant responded by smacking her head against the carpet. The blinding bolt of pain shot through the side of her head and eye, making her vision blur. Her eyes squeezed out a few tears of pain as her head met carpet several more times. Cold rough fingers fisted her hair, threatening to rip apart copper and flesh as a knife gleamed in the thin steak of light.
"Now this is where we say goodbye," the sharp icy blade rested along her throat and slowly pressed into warm soft skin. At that second the door exploded open bathing the room with a welcomed glow. Derek raced in and attacked the intruder, tackling the man to the ground. His hands went around the man's neck, slowly closing off his airway.
"Derek don't!" Brooklyn coughed. Derek felt the nails protruding from his fingers as he battled the growing feral rage within. Brooklyn rolled over onto her back and looped her feet through her bound arms.
"Derek listen to me! He's not worth it! I'm alright!"
Derek released the man but not before issuing a chilling warning, "Tell Argent and his buddies if they mess with her again they'll be answering to me."
The man stumbled across the floor, knocking Brooklyn against the long dresser in the process. She braced her body against the sturdy wood, watching her attacker flee like the coward he was. Derek took a deep breath, calm once again and turned his attention to the hunter.
"He ambushed me when I got back," she swallowed back the growing tears. Her head felt as if it was being split by a dull heavy ax. Derek could see she was in pain and helped the injured hunter to her feet. He shredded apart the frayed cord, noticing the angry deep welts that served as an ugly reminder. He bristled at the rough treatment handed down by the assailant.
"Are you alright?" Brooklyn nodded and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Yeah….I think so," she started rubbing her temples, finding it was doing absolutely nothing. "Thanks for saving my ass and for not killing that hunter. I owe you two times now huh?"
She laughed lightly but winced louder at the sharp stabbing in her head.
"You're welcome," Derek nodded in return. For being a hunter she was polite even when in acute agony. But Brooklyn was right: Killing the hunter would've brought in Argent and any other hunters present.

"Thanks," she took the cup of water and downed the powerful painkiller. Derek didn't ask where she got them as it wasn't his place to do so.
"I was coming here when I heard the attack," Derek sat in the chair opposite the bed. "We have a problem."
"If it involves Argent and his hip attachment they already paid me a little visit at the diner this morning."
"Wait, Argent knows you're here?" She picked up the alarm in his voice.
"Somehow he found out I'm here tracking the Alpha. But I don't think they know that you and I know one another. They've tried running me out of town twice now," she finished off the water finding it metallic and bitter all in one swirl. God how she missed the water back home.
"Well that's not the only problem," Brooklyn looked up with eyebrows arched in anticipation.
"What now?" She whined and rubbed the bridge of her nose.
"There's another werewolf."
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