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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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"Who?" Brooklyn felt the painkiller begin to flood her veins. The stabbing searing pain was losing control, slowly lifting from her mind. It was one of the few she could stomach without losing her lunch.

"His name's Scott McCall," Derek watched as the hunter shook her head and winced in pain at the same time. "Before you arrived…."

"You mean during the first attack," Brooklyn cut in, "Sorry go on."

"I was out tracking the Alpha but heard the sheriff and deputies scouring the woods as well. I heard Scott and his friend Stiles sneaking around."

"Lovely," the hunter rolled her eyes and flung her hands up. "So what he was taking a midnight stroll through the nature preserve? What the Hell is this place? Mayberry!"

"Anyways," Derek ignored her snide remark, "the day after that I caught them out there looking for Scott's inhaler."

"So how did you know he was bitten?"

"His scent," Derek was blunt but to the point.

"Of course," she ran her hand down her face. "A human's scent changes when bitten by a werewolf. So where is Scott now?"

"The high school," Derek waved a hand for her to follow, "If you want to see for yourself."

"Does a wolf howl at the moon?" She flashed a coy smile before grabbing her jacket and heading out the door. Derek just glared at the hunter but Brooklyn's smile didn't falter.

Brooklyn was surprised no one paid attention to her or Derek standing by the stands. But then again this was Small Town USA and everyone probably still slept with their keys in the ignition. She followed the two teams, one in white and the other in red up and down the field. Though her gaze was trained on the quickly moving bodies chasing down the ball, her thoughts were elsewhere. The hunter wanted to know more about the fire that destroyed Derek's family, but was hesitant in fear of unleashing his bottled wrath.

"That's Scott," Derek gestured with his head at the lone figure standing on the right side of the field. Brooklyn watched as the teen leapt over several teammates then checking a taller one into the ground. She watched as the teen collided then bounced up then back down against the field. The pain was written across his face.

"What in the Hell….."

"He's morphed," Derek shoved his fists deep in his jacket pockets. Brooklyn caught the cold quiet rage slowly building behind those turbulent green hues.

"Out here? In the open where everyone can see him?"

"It's the emotions and adrenaline. He can't control it."

"I know what you're thinking Derek and don't do it. We have enough problems as it is. Let me talk to him."

"No," Derek pressed his lips tightly together.

"Okay if we're supposed to work together that means finding compromise. After the way you nearly ripped that hunter apart my way might be a bit gentler."

Derek didn't look at the hunter but instead kept his eyes trained on the scrimmage. He knew Scott couldn't play in the game on Saturday as he would morph right in front of everyone including any hunters who may be present. Brooklyn knew she wouldn't get through to him about this and decided to hurry off and intercept Scott before Derek did something irrational.

Brooklyn darted between the cars, keeping sight on the teen. She noticed he had a rich chocolate mop with eyes to match while he was tall and wiry. He looked more like a 12 year old than a 17 year old.

"Scott!" The hunter noticed a stockier teen with close shaved hair rushing up to Scott's side.

"Must be Stiles," she raised an eyebrow in intrigue.

"Dude what the Hell was that back there! You were like an animal out there!"

Stiles knows about werewolves! Probably watched The Wolfman or used Wikipedia to find his facts.

"I don't remember what happened."

"Yeah you didn't until I hosed you in fire retardant before you decided to tear into me like a piece of meat! And let's not forget what you did to Jackson out there! You totally upstaged him!"

Brooklyn followed them towards the dark colored Jeep parked in the far corner of the lot. She watched as the boys hopped in and roared away, never once noticing the red haired woman appearing from behind one of the cars and watched them speed away. The hunter raced to her own car to catch up with the Jeep but wasn't too concerned as the Charger would outrun that rust bucket on any given day.

Stiles slid out of his Jeep and noticed the patrol missing from the driveway. His dad must be out on patrol or on another dead body call. He wasn't sure if Scott believed what he had told him about lycanthropy but after what happened earlier today maybe it finally got through to his best friend. The series of attacks had his dad hopping for the last several days, leaving Stiles alone most of the time.

He tossed his bag to the side and flopped down on the couch. Friday night was the big party over at Lydia's house and knew Scott was itching to ask Allison to go with him. Unlike his friend, Stiles would of course be going alone, again. Sighing loudly he mindlessly flipped through the channels, unaware someone was else was in the house. The intruder stalked across the kitchen floor, walking heel to toe to muffle the sound of boots across tile then onto plush thick carpet. The teen's attention was focused on the constantly changing images on the television as the distance between them closed with each silent tread.

Stiles stretched and slumped deeper in the couch, unaware of the figure looming behind him. Studying wasn't on the agenda as he had gotten an "A" on the history quiz, earning himself a free pass for the night. As he paused and listened to the latest news flash, a pair of strong hands wrapped around his mouth startling the teen. Stiles tried to fight back but his attacker proved to be much stronger than he.

"Will you stop squirming?" Brooklyn hissed in his ear and let Stiles go. Instantly Stiles was on his feet and reaching for the phone. Brooklyn cleared the couch like a track hurdle and tackled him against the coffee table. She pinned his arms by the biceps, keeping them flush with the carpet.

"Damn it will you listen for one minutes! God what is with you! I'm here to talk to you about Scott! Not rob or murder you okay? So will you just stop and listen to me?"

Stiles froze and just stupidly stared at the hunter. This crazy hot chick just broke into his house, tackled him like a linebacker, and was demanding to talk to him about Scott! Wow, wait until Scott found out….

"I know about what happened to Scott out in the preserve and about the attacks. Now if I get up are you going to run and scream to Daddy or will you reach deep down, grow a set and have a civil conversation?"

"What the Hell do you want crazy lady?"

"Welcome to the conversation," Brooklyn smiled and stood up. She offered a hand to help him up to which Stiles accepted. He found himself speechless as she started to pace around the room. The hunter was like a caged animal as she stayed silent for several tense seconds.

"I'm here because of what happened to the other people okay? I know your friend was bitten by the Alpha in the preserve. I'm here to kill it."

"You're a hunter?"

"Very good grasshopper," Brooklyn pointed towards the couch. Stiles obediently sat down with the look of a frightened animal ready to bolt. Brooklyn thought he was going to piss his pants if she as so much flinched.

"Scott is the only known connection to the Alpha and I need to talk to him."

"So why come to me?"

"Because you're the best friend and I know once I leave here you're gonna call or text him about me coming in here and drop kicking you. And by the way…..I think you liked it."

"No I didn't!"

"Right," Brooklyn snickered in disbelief. "Anyways, I need to know what you know about werewolves; and if you say by watching movies or going to Wikipedia I will kick your ass. But then again you might like it."

"I got some books and did some digging online okay! There you happy now crazy lady!"

"You call me that again and I will bitch slap you all over this house. I'm being serious Stiles. Lives are at stake here! Look I saw what happened out at field today; and I wasn't the only one."

"Who else?" Stiles started panicking.

"Derek Hale," She saw him turn slightly pale at the mention of his name. "What's wrong with you?"

"Uh nothing other than he scares me."

"Well I can agree that he can be rather….intimidating…."

"So you know him?"

"We have a rather fragile agreement," She reluctantly admitted knowing he would tell Scott but then again let it be from her than anyone else.

"Well you're crazy for that one," Stiles laughed. "Derek Hale? Seriously? Have you heard about him?"

"You shouldn't believe everything you read or hear," she quickly fired back finding herself getting slightly angry over his ignorance. "Ever hear of the phrase don't judge a book by its cover?"

"Sorry," Stiles shrank back in the couch. "So you said you needed to talk to Scott?"

"Finally back to the subject," Brooklyn grinned. "I don't wanna draw any attention as there are other hunters around."

"Wait what? There are others like you out there!"

"Yes there are hunters besides me. What, you thought they were make believe? Something from a fairy tale or Bram Stoker? There are many and some are very dangerous."

"So are you dangerous?" Stiles heard his voice squeak. "I mean like Lara Croft dangerous of Jack the Ripper dangerous?"

"I like to think I'm the former," she grinned. "I don't kill everything that isn't human. There are werewolves and yes vampires that lead normal lives and control their impulses. I really don't want to hurt Scott but if he starts to lean that way….."

"Okay Scott is a good guy! He wouldn't hurt anyone!"

"You mean like out on the field? He needs to reign that in or else someone will get hurt or worse."

"Fine, Friday night there's a big party over at Lydia Martin's house. I guarantee you Scott will be there."

"No, it has to be sooner," Brooklyn shook her head.

"Geez, what do you think I am his secretary!"

Brooklyn crossed her arms and cast a warning look at the teen. Her patience was wearing thin with him and it was taking substantial patience and strength to prevent herself from going off on him.

"You know friendly isn't in your vocabulary isn't it?"

The hunter growled and tapped her foot. "Do you ever know when to keep your mouth shut? It's no wonder you're single."

Stiles' mouth dropped open at the hunter's last statement. How did she know that?

"Talk to Scott, tell him to meet me in the school parking lot tomorrow afternoon after school."

With that Brooklyn left as she had entered: quietly. Stiles turned and watched the hunter exit through the front door, catching a view of the hunter's backside. For a crazy chick, she sure was hotter than Hell and a body to match. But then again she did hand his ass to him….

Brooklyn sat in her car and decided to text Derek. He had vanished after the practice but she had the feeling he wasn't too far away either. As the hunter sat in her car, a set of eyes watched her from a distance. Its vision blurred in red and black, sensing the hunter's body heat as she sat within the confines of the Charger. The Alpha had heard every word exchanged between her and the boy. His Beta had failed thanks to Derek Hale and mistakes were something that weren't to be tolerated.

Yep our favorite sidekick just had a run in with our favorite hunter! I think Stiles would like getting smacked around by her... LOL!
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