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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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"What do you mean you were attacked?"
Scott listened to Stiles on Skype as he recalled his closer encounter with Brooklyn.
"Dude, she came out of nowhere! This chick wailed on me! She said she was a hunter!"
"Whoa wait! What do you mean a hunter!"
"You know like as in a hunter! Do I have to spell it out for you? Dude she told me herself she hunts werewolves!"
Scott sat back, stunned over what Stiles was trying to relay to him.
"But that's not all either. She wants to talk to you."
"So what she can kill me! No way!"
"Scott this chick is like crazy! She said she was gonna be waiting for you after school tomorrow!"
"Great," Scott shook his head and looked back up at the screen.
"But that not's all either…..She knows Derek Hale."
"What? How?"
"They're tracking something called an Alpha. Does that ring any bells?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Well she seems to think so."
"Well I don't!"
"Good luck convincing her of that! I mean she wasn't exactly nice to me!"
Stiles paused and caught something on his screen and started to type a frantic message. Scott caught the first part of his message.
It looks like
"It looks like what?" Scott asked but the connection had locked up between them. "Come on…"
He slapped the side of his screen but still the image remained frozen. Scott grumbled and hit it again this time the connection booted back up. The second part of Stiles' message popped up on the screen.
Somebody's behind you
Scott spun around only to have the weight of Derek's body crush him against the wall. The stronger werewolf pinned him tighter between his body and the wall, refusing to allow Scott to move the slightest inch.
"I saw you out there on the field today!" He growled angrily in Scott's ear. Derek shoved his hands below the teen's shoulders making his point painfully clear. "If you play in that game on Saturday I will kill you myself!"
Before Scott could protest Derek pushed away and vanished, leaving the bewildered teen alone and shaken.

Derek rolled up to his home, spotting the Charger parked a few feet away. He knew Brooklyn wanted to meet up with him and tell him what she found out from Stiles. Derek had expressed his displeasure in her idea but the hunter had ignored him and headed over there earlier that afternoon.
"Stiles knows about Scott being bitten Derek! He may know something about the Alpha!"
He hiked up to the sprawling but dilapidated porch and headed inside. Brooklyn was seated on the bottom step, waiting for him to return.
"Why did you go and do that?" She pushed up off her thighs and to her feet. Her eyes were hidden by the shadows dancing across her face masking the emotion, if any, that was present. "Was that really necessary to do?"
"I can't risk having him change like that! So what you were following me?"
"Yeah, yeah I did Derek. I watched you climb up and into his window. You threatened him didn't you?"
"He has to understand Brooklyn!" Derek fought to keep his anger from rising.
"So is that what you're calling it? Did you forget that the Alpha is still out there? Damn it Derek you can't go around threatening people like that!"
Derek gritted his teeth and balled his fists tighter in his jacket. This hunter wasn't backing down.
"All you're doing is scaring him!"
"And what do you call going to Stiles' house? I heard everything that happened in there."
Brooklyn stared the werewolf down as the moonlight revealed her cold angry features.
"Yeah I did go see Stiles and yes I did get rough with him but I didn't threaten him with death! What the Hell is wrong with you?!"
"You should go," Derek's tone ran shivers up and down Brooklyn's spine but still the hunter refused to relent.
"Nope," she shook her head. "I'm not leaving."
Derek took two steps closer towards the hunter with eyes darkening to two icy pools.
"Please go Brooklyn…..I won't ask nicely again."
"I am not leaving you alone like this Derek."
He watched as her body tensed and features solidified into one of defiance and concern. The gun was resting in the waistband of her jeans, this much he knew was certain. But he was faster, stronger and that much the hunter knew was certain. The standoff continued for several anxious seconds. Derek heard the heartbeat of the hunter raise slightly but then fell back to the slow steady rhythm.
"Please go now," Derek warned her one final time.
"No," Brooklyn declared once more. "I am not leaving you like this Derek. You can't just push me out when we're in this together damn it!"
She shifted her eyes to his hands as they curled into two tight fists, waiting for Derek to lash out. His jaw clenched but still he did nothing. His keen ears detected her heart begin to race again. Derek was conflicted over what to do. Normally his threatening demeanor kept many away from him when he felt vulnerable or cornered. This hunter, Brooklyn, continued to push him, challenging him to make good on his intimidating affirmations. He slowly uncurled his fingers much to Brooklyn's surprise.
"Fine," he huffed.
"Thank you," her words held a genuine sentiment. "But you haven't told me why you're tracking the Alpha or what you want from me in return for helping you track and kill the Alpha."
"You'll find out soon enough," he answered cryptically. Brooklyn arched an eyebrow, irritated that he was once again being distant in his words.
"Okay fine whatever," she exhaled loudly. "I'm going back to the hotel, taking a shower and crashing…..hard. Again if you want my offer still stands."
Derek just looked at her, his expression unreadable.
"I have to ask but where do you shower, sleep, do laundry, and use the bathroom? Are you coming back here to defend it, this place? Is it a territorial thing?"
"No," he answered point blank.
"Derek, look, this whole I'm an angry werewolf act isn't winning you any friends. Despite what my instincts told me, I took a chance with you. But really you're starting to piss me off. So if you wanna continue being this way fine, I'll still help you. But in reality it's just really sad to see you like this."
Derek watched as her face softened before she turned to leave. Ever since the fire and then losing his sister Laura, Derek had closed off all emotions and feelings. It was better to stay cold as it kept him alive.

The next day found Brooklyn waiting by Stiles' Jeep. The bell rang announcing the long awaited end of the day. Through dark sunglasses she watched as the doors swung open and sea of students spilled out into the parking lot. She was determined to talk to Scott and would track him to his house if she had to. Her eyes darted back and forth between faces and bodies, catching Stiles and Scott finally coming out. But the boys weren't alone as Allison Argent was with them.
Stiles spotted the hunter first and froze between two vehicles. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she stood with feet apart and shoulders straight.
"Stiles what is it?" Stiles pointed towards his Jeep but Scott and Allison saw no one.
"What? There's nothing there," his best friend rolled his eyes started back towards the Jeep.
Brooklyn knew she couldn't talk to the boys with Allison and continued observing the trio from her car. She spied the familiar red SUV pull up and bristled.
"Well if it isn't Daddy," she muttered in disgust. Thankfully Allison got in with her dad leaving Scott and Stiles alone once again.
"Okay so you saw the hunter by your Jeep?"
"Yeah she was there," Stiles insisted.
"Well if she was she's not now. Besides we have practice in an hour remember?"
"Yeah and Jackson's still mad about you getting on first string too."
"Oh yeah that…."
"So what did Derek say last night?!"
"He said if I played he would kill me…."
"That guy still scares me," Stiles shuddered. "He scares me more than that crazy hunter."
"I'm not crazy," Brooklyn clasped her hand on each of the boys' shoulders. Scott and Stiles spun around coming face to face with then red haired hunter. "So Scott we finally meet. I know about you but don't worry your secret's safe with me."
"Dude I told you I wasn't seeing things! This is her!"
Brooklyn glared through her sunglasses but said nothing at Stiles. "I do have a name: Brooklyn. And yes I am a hunter but I don't want to kill you…..that is unless I have to."
"What do you want?"
"Scott are you freaking serious! She's a hunter! Do I have to spell it out for you!"
"If you open your mouth one more time I'm gonna silence it for good," Brooklyn warned Stiles. She wasn't really going to hurt him only get him to shut up long enough to talk to Scott. It worked as Stiles got flustered and waved his hands in the air.
"I know you were bitten by what's called the Alpha and I'm here to kill it. I need to know what you know."
"I don't know anything," Scott confessed. "I don't even know what an Alpha is."
"Did you learn anything in basic biology? An Alpha is the leader of a wolf or dog pack. The same rules apply to werewolves. You're part of his pack, Scott."
"Well I don't want to be a part of an Alpha's pack! I just want to be me!"
"You're not the first one to say that," her tone softened. "Look I want to help you alright? But I saw you change on the field and that's why Derek paid you a little visit."
"You're friends with Derek Hale?" Scott took two steps back from the hunter.
"I wouldn't really say friends but rather we're working together to catch this Alpha."
Derek listened in on the conversation between Brooklyn and the boys. The tiny drop in her voice when she said she wasn't really friends with him didn't go by unnoticed. But off in the distance movement diverted his attention.

Jackson Whittemore spied on Scott and Stiles as they talked with Brooklyn. He couldn't hear what they were saying and crept closer towards them. He darted between parked cars, getting closer towards them with each passing step. Jackson still seethed over losing out to Scott on the first line. How had he gone from loser to having crazy athletic talent overnight? It had to be steroids and the red headed woman had to be his supplier or something!
Derek knew he had to do something before Jackson could find out anything and rushed towards the slinking teen. Jackson was about 10 feet away when a reflection in the car concealing him rattled his nerves. He knew who it was: Derek Hale. The guy was strange, quiet and whatever else he was. Total freak if anyone asked Jackson.
Jackson caught the threatening stare being thrown by Derek as he stood by the end of the car. His jaw was tense and shoulders were brooding as he stood there like a towering sentinel. The teen slowly rose and stalked away, wanting to get away from him. The more space the better. Derek watched as Jackson scurried off into the school then looked over to Brooklyn who was still talking to Scott.

"Look there are ways to control this okay? You have to keep that anger and emotions in check….But then again you're a teenager and that's like nailing Jell-O to a tree."
"How am I supposed to control this?"
"Scott, don't panic okay? I know someone who may be able to help you."
"And who is that!" Stiles knew who she was going to say.
"Derek," she simply stated.
Finally...Brooklyn and Scott come face to face...But then that damned Jackson is nosing around!
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