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What A Furry Ride

TEEN WOLF - Season 1

Author’s Note (PLEASE READ)- This particular story is based on the MTV tv show, Teen Wolf. Each chapter will be each episode. My OC for this story is none other than Scott McCall’s older sister, Daniella “Dani” McCall. A senior at Beacon Hills High School. I’m starting this story in episode 2, which is Monday, January 17th. I figured the boys would hold off on telling her for a little while considering they were already freaked out enough. Especially when Scott gets a date with the new girl who’s father tried to kill him the night before. Yes, it’s a big project, but I’ve been daydreaming about this FOREVER and I think it’s about time to put it into words, don’t you think?

Chapter 1 Set in Episode 2

The morning bell rings and everyone is moving through the halls to get to their classes.

“I’m sorry, man. I can’t believe I tried to kill you” Scott says.

“Dude, it’s fine just forget about it already" Stiles says as they walk down the hallway. “Do we really have to tell your sister?” He asks for the millionth time.

“Yes! Stiles we tell her everything, I can’t keep this from her!”

“Okay, but do we have to tell her now? At school?”

They turn a corner heading back to the locker room. It’s most likely empty right now.

“Yes, now. The sooner the better” Scott reaffirms.

"Alright fine. Did you text her?"

"No, I forgot" Scott says and pulls out his phone.

‘Come down to the boys locker room now’ Scott sends. ‘It's very important’

"Okay I told her" he says.

"Awesome, this is going to suck" Stiles says.

They make their way down the steps and turn into the locker room to wait. They set their stuff down by their lockers out of habit.

"Hey did you see Derek at practice this morning?" Stiles asks.

"He was there?!"

"Yeah I saw him watching us from the bleachers when you shifted on me- oh God." Stiles cuts himself off when Derek comes around the corner.

"What do you want now?" Scott asks. "It doesn't matter you have to get out of here, my sister is coming down here!" He adds.

Derek holds that stony expression. "You shifted during practice. That is exactly why you can't play on Saturday, you'll hurt someone" Derek states firmly.

"Yes, we know! Now get out of here. We're telling his sister about the whole werewolf thing and we don't need you scaring her on top of that" Stiles says.

Before Derek could respond the door opens and in comes Scott's older sister. Daniella McCall. Senior and loving big sister to both Scott and Stiles. "Hey Scottie," she says and ruffles Scott's hair with a smile.

Scott pushes her hand away with a grunt.

"Hey Dani" Stiles says, raising his hand to wave.

"Hey baby, who's this?" Dani asks, gesturing to Derek.

"Derek Hale, I'm a friend of Scott's" he says and extends his hand.

"Daniella McCall, it's nice to meet you" Dani says and shakes his hand ignoring Scott's "no he's not" comment.

"He's not a friend" Scott says flatly.

"Then why is he here" Dani says in an equally flat tone.

"We don't know" Stiles huffs and gives one of his flat, uncomfortable smiles.

"Well let's just focus on the reason I'm here instead" she says, eyeing the boys. "What was so important?" She asks.

"He's a werewolf" Stiles says, pointing at Scott. "Well both of them are werewolves, but your brother was 'turned' the other night" Stiles adds.

Dani folds her arms trying to process, "What?" She says.

The boys explain everything to her including Derek's unwanted input here and there.

Scott shows his sister his gold eyes.

"Holy crap" she says. She hooks her finger under his chin, tilting his head up. She stares at his eyes and the more prominent canine teeth. She steps back.

"Do you believe us now?" Stiles asks.

Dani drags her lip between her teeth and looks at Derek. "This is real, right?" She asks.

He nods shoving his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.

She runs her hands through her hair "Wow, this is-"

"Crazy we know" Stiles interrupts.

"Do you believe me?" Scott asks.

Dani gives a soft smile and nods, "Yeah, I guess I do".

Both Scott and Stiles let out relieved sighs.

"You're not gonna tell anyone are you? Especially mom" Scott asks.

"Oh God no, I promise" Dani says. She looks over and Derek wasn't there. "Where'd Derek go?" She asks.

"Away. Don't worry, he does that a lot" Stiles says flatly.

~~🌻~~

That night, Scott gets home late and flops onto his bed. He was glad he had his sister to talk to about everything. Having someone besides Stiles to help him with his new werewolf abilities. He filled her in on everything that had happened, including the part about Allison's dad being a hunter. His mom, Melissa, comes in and tells Scott that she is taking Saturday night off to see his big game. she lets him know that she’s working tonight and that Dani is in charge as usual.

After she leaves for work, Scott gets a Skype call from Stiles. Stiles shoots his Nerf gun at the camera and flashes that lopsided grin.

“What did you find out?” Scott asks.

“Well, just that Jackson has a separated shoulder” Stiles informs.

“Because of me?”

“Because he’s a tool” Stiles corrects.

“Can he play?”

“We don’t know yet. Now we’re just counting on you for Saturday.”

Scott shakes his head letting out a sigh. He sees Stiles looking closer into the camera, as if he seeing something. “What?” Scott asks.

Stiles swallows and has this unnerved expression. Stiles sends a message displayed on the screen “It looks like someone’s behind you”.

Scott turns around and Derek is right there. Derek grabs him and pins him against the wall.

“I saw you on the field” Derek growls.

“Wh- what?” Scott manages to say between his labored breathing.

“You shifted in front of them!” Derek reminds him. “They find out what you are, they find out about me, all of us!” he adds.

“They didn’t see anything! I swear!” Scott says.

“And they won’t! Because if you even-” Derek stops. ‘Someone’s coming” He says, letting go of Scott.

Three knocks on the door.

“Scott? did you put all the laundry in your room again?” Dani calls through the door.

Scott’s eyes go wide, “Hide!” He whispers to Derek . "Uh..Yeah I did, sorry. It’s in my chair” He calls and shoves Derek toward the wall.

Dani opens the door and Derek slides behind it just in time. “You okay? You look a little flustered” Dani says, frowning at her little brother.

“I-I’m fine” he manages and sits on the bed.

Dani walks past the door over to the chair that had the laundry piled in it.

Scott’s eyes go wide again, glancing at his sister’s bare legs then to the door where Derek was. “Where are your pants?!” Scott asks.

“Somewhere in this chair,” Dani says as she digs through the mound.

Scott glances at Derek again who was staring at Dani. A flare of protectiveness ignites in his belly.

“My leggings! Thank God” Dani says and tugs on the black fabric.

Scott glares at Derek for a second.

“I’ll grab the rest of my stuff later. Dinner is almost ready by the way” She says and turns around.

Scott tenses, afraid of her seeing Derek.

She eyes Scott for a moment “Okay seriously, Scotty what’s wrong?” She asks again.

Scott swallows hard, “N-nothing, I’m fine” Scott stammers.

She takes in a breath deciding to accept the response. She walks past the door pushing it closed, “Hi Derek.”

Scott freezes and Derek just looks at her.

“Hey” he says slowly and moves away from the wall.

“Why were you hiding?” she asks, folding her arms over her chest.

“Ask Scott” He says.

Dani looks over to Scott “Is it a gay thing?” she asks.

“No!” Scott says, completely appalled by the insinuation.

Derek had this look of disgust on his face as well.

Dani laughs moving closer to Scott. “Then why were you hiding your friend?” she asks softly.

“He’s not my friend” Scott groans.

Dani rolls her eyes, “Oh God, not this again.”

Scott starts getting defensive, “I practically hate him!”

Dani glares at her younger brother for a moment. “Yes...he saves your life from your girlfriends daddy and now he’s the worst person in the world. I definitely understand the reasoning behind your ‘hatred’ for Derek Hale” she says flatly.

Scott scoffs and plops down on his bed, shaking his head. “Whatever” he spits out, bitterly.

Dani growls for a moment before turning to Derek. “I’d rather you use the door the next time you come visit.” she says.

Derek simply nods.

“Have you eaten?” Dani asks.

“He is not staying for dinner” he states.

Dani focuses back on Derek, ignoring her brother.

“No I haven’t yet, but I wasn’t planning on staying” He says.

“Come on, I made lasagna. You’ll love it” Dani says and smiles.

“I am not sitting at the table with him!” Scott says and sits down at his computer again.

Dani sighs and bites her lip. “Scott...” she says gently.

“No” he says and pulls up a homework assignment.

She looks at Derek and gestures to give her a second. Dani walks over to the aggravated little werewolf and runs her hands over his shoulders. She leans down, kissing his hair and she wraps his arms around him.

Scott lets out a sigh. “Can you get off me now?” he asks.

She smiles against his hair. “No” she says gently.

“Are we okay?” She asks him as she rubs his arms.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Scott replies.

She kisses his hair again and lets him go, “I love you.”

He glances over his shoulder, “Love you too” he mumbles.

Dani smiles and ruffles his hair before leaving him alone. “Come down and eat when your done” She says and watches Scott nod.

Derek moves out of the room, “I’m just gonna-”

“No no no, you’re eating here” Dani interrupts. She grabs his wrist pulling him down the hallway.

“You don’t have to do this” he says.

“Come on, it’ll be nice” Dani says and smiles at him over her shoulder.

Derek sighs and lets her pull him down the stairs.

~~🌻~~

Dani finally got Derek talking by the time the lasagna was ready. “-Scott is an over-emotional whiner and Stiles is a sarcastic...spaz” Derek finishes.

Dani laughs as she dishes out two servings of lasagna. “Honey, you are just getting a taste of what I’ve had to live with for the past eleven years” she says. She hands him his bowl and leads him over to the couch.

“They’ve known each other for that long?” Derek asks.

“Yeah, it’s crazy, huh?” Dani says and sits on the couch.

Derek follows, “No, it actually makes sense.”

Dani giggles a little more and Derek tries not to smile.

“How did they even meet?” Derek asks.

“Oh gosh, um...okay I remember-” She shifts, folding her legs and turns sideways facing him. She places her bowl in her lap and continues. “We were having a family beach trip, Scott was about four years old at the time and I was helping him build a sand castle. The Stilinski’s were visiting the same beach, too. Anyway, we had just finished and Scott was very proud of himself, he couldn’t stop smiling. Then Stiles walks over and pees all over his little sand castle.”

Derek smiles shaking his head and Dani just laughs again.

“They’ve been joined at the hip ever since” she adds and shifts back forward. Dani turns on the TV and finds ‘That 70′s Show.’

Derek takes a bite of the lasagna and leans back against the couch.

“You like?” Dani asks.

“This is really good” He says, making her smile.

Dani and Derek spent the rest of the evening watching TV and chatting. They talked for a while about Scott and the up coming game. Scott came down stairs from time to time getting more twitchy with each visit. Once dinner was over Stiles had come over and the both of them were getting twitchy about Derek hanging out with Dani.

“Thanks for dinner” Derek says and shrugs on his leather jacket.

“Your welcome, you can come over any time” Dani says.

“No, he can’t” Stiles calls.

Dani walks over to the stairs and sees the boys sitting at the top, clearly eavesdropping. “Why do you care? You don’t even live here” she says.

“It’s Derek!” Scott whisper yells from the top of the stairs.

“Really?” Dani says sarcastically, “I hadn’t noticed.” She waves them off before they could get all huffy and puffy. “It was nice handing out with you” Dani says and opens the front door.

Derek smiles grabbing his keys.

“Goodnight” she says and smiles.

“Goodnight” he says and steps out to his car.

Dani waits for him to climb in his car before waving and closing the door for the night.

~~🌻~~

School was almost over and Scott hadn’t figure out a way to not play the following night. He got read into by Lydia which made everything so much better. During class change, Stiles grabs Scott, “What?” he asks.

Stiles points at his dad talking to two other officers just up the hallway. “Tell me what their saying.

Scott uses his hearing ability to listen in. “Curfew because of the body” he says.

Stiles pats his arm and leans back “Unbelievable! My dad’s off looking for a rabid animal while the jerkoff who actually killed the girl is just hanging out, doing whatever he wants.”

“We can’t exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek” Scott points out.

“Yeah, but I can do something” Stiles says.

“Like what?”

“Find the other half of the body” Stiles says with a shrug before leaving.

“Are you kidding?” Scott calls after him.

Scott finds Lydia introducing Allison to other lacrosse players like she said she’d do. While he was talking with Allison afterwards, he sees her holding the jacket that was in the woods with him a few nights ago, thinking it was from Derek. This was all getting more and more unnerving for Scott by the minute.

~~🌻~~

Scott rushes to the Hale house on his bike after school lets out. Once he’s in the front yard he jumps off his bike. “Derek! Derek!” He yells. He smells blood and sees a fresh grave to the left of the front porch. When he looks back, Derek was right there. “Stay away from her! She doesn’t know anything!” He shouts.

“Yeah?” Derek says. “What if she does?” he asks, walking up to Scott. “You think you and your little buddy Stiles can google werewolves and think you got all the answers? Is that it? You don’t get it yet Scott, but I’m looking out for you.” He says, getting closer.

“How? By getting cozy on the couch with my sister?” Scott fires back.

Derek’s jaw tightens and he ignores the comment, “Think about what could happen. You’re out on the field, the aggression takes over, and you shift in front of everyone.”

Scott’s glaring at Derek, beyond frustrated.

Derek picks up Scott’s lacrosse stick, “Your mom, your sister, and all your friends. And when they see you-” Derek pokes Scott with the net of the stick and Scott slaps it away. Derek looks at the net and rips through it with his claws. “-Everything falls apart.” Derek tosses Scott his stick and was gone.

~~🌻~~

Later on, Stiles comes bursting into Scott’s room. “What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it?” Stiles asks very quickly. “And yes, I’ve had a lot of adderall” he adds.

“Stiles” Dani groans in disappointment.

“It’s not that bad!”

“Where was it?” Stiles asks Scott again.

“Oh my God, you found the body?” Dani asks.

“Yeah, it’s right by the house. I could smell the blood” Scott confirms.

“When we find it, your dad nails Derek for the murder and you gotta help me figure out a way to play lacrosse without changing because there is no way I’m missing that game.” Stiles cheers and Dani storms out of the room.

“Where are you going?” Scott asks.

“To visit Jackson” Dani says.

“Again?” Stiles asks.

She glares at him and leaves.

~~🌻~~

Late that night, The boys ride out to the Hale house in Stiles’ Jeep. They for Derek to leave before pulling up to the house. They climb out with their shovels and flashlights looking at the house.

“Somethings different...” Scott says.

“Different how?” Stiles asks.

“I don’t know” Scott says as they get closer to the side of the house. “Let’s just get this over with” he says and they start digging.

They had been digging for a long time and Scott was starting to get worried. “What if he comes back?” he asks.

“Then we get the hell out of here” Stiles says.

“What if he catches us?” Scott asks and stops for a moment.

“I have a plan for that. You run one way, I’ll run the other. Whoever he catches first, too bad.” Stiles says with a shrug and goes back to digging.

“I hate that plan” Scott says.

Stiles digs for another scoop of dirt and hits something hard, “Whoa, stop, stop, stop.” The brush the dirt away finding a large bag that was knotted with rope. they untie the knots and open the bag uncovering the upper half of a wolf.

“AAAAHH!” they scream, jumping out of the hole.

“What the hell is that?!” Stiles asks.

“It’s a wolf!” Scott says.

“I thought you said you smelled human blood!” Stiles says.

“I told you something was different!” Scott says. “We gotta get out of here.”

“Yeah, help me cover this up” Stiles says.

They start covering the body when Stiles sees something.

“What?” Scott asks.

“You see that flower?” Stiles asks.

“So what?” Scott asks.

“I think it’s wolfsbane” Stiles says.

“What’s that?” Scott asks.

Stiles looks at Scott, “Haven’t you ever seen ‘The Wolfman’? Lawn Janie Jr.? Claude Rains? The original, classic werewolf movie?” he asks.

“No, what!” Scott says, getting impatient.

Stiles shakes his head, “You are so unprepared for this.”

Stiles goes over and uproots the purple flower. I pulls on it and the root seems to trail around the grave. Stiles keeps pulling and pulling uncovering the root that had grown in a spiral.

Scott looks down in the hole and stands up, “Stiles..” Stiles comes over and looks.

The wolf had turned into a woman.

~~🌻~~

The next morning, Scott watches the police lead Derek out of his house in handcuffs. Scott can’t even make eye contact with Derek who was glaring at him. Derek climbs into the back of the squad car and the officer shuts the door. Scott’s eye’s widen as he watches Stiles walk up to the squad car.

Stiles climbs in the front seat, “Just so you know, I’m not afraid of you.”

Derek glares at Stiles like he’s going to eat him.

“Okay maybe I am” He says.

Stiles’ father, Sheriff Stilinski, snatches him out of the squad car. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The Sheriff asks.

“I’m just trying to help!” Stiles says.

“Uh-huh, okay well how about you help me understand exactly how you came across this?” He asks.

Stiles sighs, “We were looking for Scott’s inhalator.”

“Which he dropped when?” His dad asks.

“The other night” Stiles says with a shrug.

“The other night when you were looking for the first half of the body” His dad says.

“Yes” Stiles says.

“The night you said that you were alone, and Scott was at home” he says.

“Yes! Wait no- ah crap” Stiles lowers his head realizing he gave himself up.

“Get the hell out of here” Sheriff says.

“Absolutely” Stiles says rubbing his head and leaves quickly.

Dani is waken up by her phone ringing. She rolls over looking at her alarm which reads, “WED 10:30 AM” Dani’s stomach drops, realizing she’s extremely late for school. Her mom must be puling a double shift over at the hospital, because if she was home, she’d never let Dani sleep in on a school day. The blaring ringtone of her phone reminds her of the incoming cal and she groans, grabbing it off the night stand, “Hello?” She says groggily.

“Wow, your sleepy voice is kinda hot.”

“Stiles?” Dani sits up running her hand through her hair.

“Yeah, sorry for waking you up, but we got a problem.”

She climbs out of bed grabbing some clothes from her closet, “What is it?”

“Scott wolfed out in my car and took off and now I don’t know where he is.”

Dani tugs on some jeans, putting him on speaker, “What happened” she says.

“Okay so I had a bunch of wolfsbane in my car-”

“Like from that old werewolf movie?”

“Yeah! It was really messing with him and he wolfed out.”

“Stiles where did you get the wolfsbane?”

“From the grave we dug up last night that had the other half of the body the police found the other night in it,” he says uneasily.

There was a pause as Dani tugs on a cardigan and tries not to get upset. “Where was the grave” She asks.

“Derek’s yard.”

“Why were you there this morning, skipping school, if you dug it up last night?”

There was a pause on his end this time.

“Because we pinned it on Derek and he got arrested for the murder...” he says carefully.

“Oh my God” Dani says.

“Dani-”

“I can’t believe you guys! You are obsessed!” she says tugging on her shoes.

“He killed her! He murdered that other werewolf!”

“Just shut up and find my brother while I clean up your mess, again”

Dani hangs up. She growls as she ties her dark hair up in a messy bun and stomps out of the house.

~~🌻~~

Down at the station, Derek was handcuffed to the bench in Sheriff Stilinski’s office while he was being processed. The sheriff was sitting at his desk looking over Derek’s file. Voices were heard outside the office. “Ma’am he is busy you will have to- ma’am- m’am please!” A deputy says just before Dani pushes past her and into the Sheriff’s office.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks.

“Stiles called me” She says, clearly agitated.

“Ah geez, don’t tell me you’re involved in this too” he says and leans back in his chair.

“I’m about to be” she says.

“How about you calm down and we’ll talk then” he offers.

“No sir, we’re doing this now” she says.

The sheriff looks at her and sighs “What is it Dani?”

Dani looks at Derek handcuffed to the bench and sighs. “Are you seriously convicting him for this ‘so called’ murder?!” She says.

“The body was in his front yard” He says.

“That’s enough to bring him in for questioning but not arrest, sheriff” she says, pointedly. “I’ve seen the first half of the body you found and with the wounds and marks on it, there is no way he did it.”

He eyes her for a moment, “You are not legally able to see that body, how did you manage to do that?” he asks, firmly.

“My mom’s worked at that hospital since I was tiny. I know that place like the back of my hand, are you really that surprised I got into the morgue?” She asks.

He sighs rubbing his face, “No...”

She sits down in one of the chairs in front of his desk, “There’s no way he did it.” She says again.

“Prove it” He says.

“You’ve seen both halves of the body. That poor woman was chewed up and clawed all over both halves of her. He’s a human being, he doesn’t have claws and teeth like the thing that killed that girl. Does he look like he could claw and chew out someone?”

The Sheriff runs a hand over his face and looks over Laura Hale’s file again. He pics up one of the pictures of half of her mauled body. Dani’s right. “I should’ve stuck with the rabid animal theory.” He rubs his face and groans.

“And definitely shouldn’t have listened to Stiles. Yeah he found a body, but come on, look at the facts. It’s humanly impossible for Derek Hale to have done that to that woman.” Dani finishes and leans back in the chair.

“I’ll run the release paperwork through, you sign him out” he says and stands.

Dani smiles and spins around giving Derek a thumbs up. Derek just stared at her. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking since he had the fixated look on his face.

“Can you drive him home?” the Sheriff asks.

“Yes sir” Dani says.

He nods and walks out with the paperwork.

“I can’t believe that worked!” Dani says.

“Why are you helping me?” Derek asks.

“Derek, sweetie. Did you really think I was going to let you get convicted for murder?” she says.

She grabs the keys off the sheriffs desk and unlocks the handcuffs. “We all know that a werewolf killed that lady. They boys obviously think it was you. I don’t think you did. They only thing you did was bury her and I bet she really appreciated that.” Dani says.

He stands and looks her over. “You didn’t have to do this” He says, pulling on his jacket.

“You keep saying that” She says.

Derek shoots Dani a look and she smiles.

“I know” Dani says. “Come on, we have a lacrosse game to get to.”

~~🌻~~

The game was just about to start and players were getting ready. Family members and friends filled the bleachers ready to cheer on each of their boys. Mr. Stilinski comes and sits next to Dani and her mom, Melissa.

“I hope we do well tonight” He says.

“Me too...” Dani mumbles and bounces her knee, nervously.

Dani had looked around the bleachers several times and Derek was no where to be seen. She thought he would be here. She hoped that he’d show up in case Scott has a ‘moment.’

The first play was about to start and each player was in their ready position. Scott had his eyes squeezed shut, “Please let this be okay. Please, please,-” The ref blows the whistle and everything kicks into gear.

Scott and Jackson see the ball in the open and they both run for the ball. Jackson does a cheap shot and slams Scott out of the way. He scoops the ball, throwing and he sores.

“Oh God” Dani says as he mom grabs her hand.

“Is he okay?” she asks.

“Shake it off, Scott! Shake it off!” Dani yells.

“You got this Scott!” their mom yells.

Dani turns around and sees Allison and Lydia holding up a ‘We Luv U Jackson!’ sign.

Scott sees the sign as well and Stiles turns looking at it too.

“Brutal..” Stiles grimaces. “Oh this is not gonna be good.”

Scott starts listening and he hears his sister. “Shake it off sweetie, shake it off... come on, I believe in you,” he hers Dani whisper to herself.

He calms down a little until he starts hearing what’s being said in the huddle.

“We will win” Jackson says.

“But-”

“What did I say?” Jackson snaps. “What did I say” Jackson repeats, slowly.

“Don’t pass to McCall..” Danny says.

Scott’s eyes turn gold as he grips his lacrosse stick. It’s on now.

Everyone was setting up on the field for the next play and Scott was bent over, breathing heavily.

“Oh my God” Dani whisper and bites her lip.

The whistle blows and the ball ends up being thrown up into the air. Scott snaps to attention and jumps, pushing off another player with his foot, catching the ball. He makes a run for the net, sidestepping and ducking around opposing players. He throws the ball and scores, bringing the score up to 4 to 5.

"YEAH!” Dani and Melissa shout as the crowd around them cheers. Everyone was going nuts except for Jackson. The next play, Scott bares his teeth at the opposing play with the ball. The player freaks and passes Scott the ball allowing him to score again and tie the game. People were starting to notice that Scott wasn’t really alright.

In the middle of the final play, Scott has the ball again and is surrounded my opposing team members. His vision is bright red and he’s completely shifted now. All of a sudden, he hears Allison in the stands, “You can do this Scott, You can do this..” Her voice brings him back and he throws the ball, scoring at the last second.

The crowd goes wild. Scott throws down his gloves, seeing his claws and he ditches the field. He makes it to the locker room to try and calm down. He gets more and more angry as it gets harder for him to breathe and he smashes one of the mirrors. “Scott?” Allison calls. “You in here?” She calls again.

Scott had hidden above the lockers. Allison becomes afraid and flattens against the lockers. “Scott?” She calls again. She slides down the lockers, hearing something over by the showers. She walks toward where the noise was and finds Scott leaning against the shower wall. “Scott are you okay? You scared me” she says.

“Yeah, sorry, I just got kinda light headed for a sec” He says.

“Maybe it was the adrenaline” she says and smiles. “You were pretty amazing out there” she adds.

After a moment he moves closer to her with a little smile on his face. He leans in and kisses her. They pull away after a short moment and smile at each other before sinking into another kiss. Stiles walks in finding them there.

“I gotta get back to my dad” Allison says with a smile.

Scott smiles and nods, ”Okay.”

She kisses him on the cheek before leaving, waving at Stiles on her way out.

“I kisses her” he says.

“I saw” Stiles.

“She kissed me.”

“Saw that too.”

“I don’t know how, but I controlled it.”

“Yeah” Stiles says and sighs.

“What’s wrong?” Scott asks.

“Derek was released earlier today. apparently it was proven to be an animal attack and Derek is a person not an animal.”

“Are you kiding?”

“No, but here’s an even bigger kick in the ass. The girl that was killed. Her name was Laura Hale, Derek’s sister.” Stiles says.

~~🌻~~

Everyone had gone home and the field was empty except for Jackson. Scott had left his back by the bench and one of his gloves on the field. Jackson picks it up, looking at the finger tips. There were holes in each tip. Jackson frowns and looks around feeling like he was being watched and his eyes meet Derek Hale’s.

“Hey Jackson!” A voice calls from behind him. He turns around and sees one of his best friends.

“Daniella, what are you doing out here? The game is over” he asks.

Jackson was the one person she let call her by her real name. Being fellow seniors, they had grown up together. She was the one person he was truly nice to and the one person he let himself be Jackson around.

“Scott left his bag and one of his gloves.” She says and points at the glove in his hands.

“Yeah, here” He says and hands it to her.

“Thank you darling it’s very much appreciated” She exaggerates, but it was just enough to make him smile. “Don’t be so hard on him..I know he’s taken part of you spotlight, but don’t let it ruin your season. It’s your last one Jackson. I’d hate for you to waste it over my little brother of all people.”

He laughs and lowers his head for a moment. “It’s hard, you know?” He says.

She gives a sympathetic smile and nods, “Go home sweetie, get some rest...”

He nods and gives her a hug. “I��ll text you later” he says before leaving the field.

She watches him go and sighs. She focuses on the glove in her hands and finds the holes. “Jesus, Scott..” She whispers. She looks up and sees Derek Hale standing off by the bleachers.

She lets out another sigh pulling her beanie down more before walking over to him. She stops in front of him and hands him the glove. There was a silence between them while he glanced at the glove. “He doesn’t listen to you, but he listens to me...” She says softly.

Derek looks at her as she takes the glove back and hands him a piece of paper with her number on it.

“I think the best way to get to him is if we work together...call me, okay?” she says and gestures to the little paper in his hand. She zips up his leather jacket before walking away “And buy a scarf, it’s cold.” She smiles as she looks back at him. What a furry ride this will be...

#teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #season 1 #teen wolf series #teen wolf season 1 #my oc #teen wolf x oc #derek hale x oc #scott mccall x oc #daniella mccall #dani mccall #wafr #what a furry ride #teen wolf imagine #derek hale imagine #scott mccall imagine #stiles stilinksi imagine

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The Grunp

The Grunp was just something my cousins and I made up while at our grandparent’s place. We went up almost every summer for a week or two at a time when we were old enough, and I think we first started telling Grunp stories when I was nine.

The Grunp’s appearance and personality would evolve and change as we got older. The first time we told stories about the Grunp, he was a naked man with one giant eye in the middle of his head. The next year, he was covered in thick, white fur, with empty holes for eyes who walked on all fours and chewed on bones.

The last year we told Grunp stories he’d finally evolved to his final state- a white, furry creature who walked on two legs, smelled like a dumpster, had two blazing orange eyes and a drooling mouth crammed full of dozens of yellowed and rotten teeth. He could climb up walls and had claws half a foot long. He hated the kids that tramped through his forests every summer and plotted to steal one away so he could skin it alive and spit roast it for a delicious meal.

One thing never changed about the Grunp though and that was that he lived in my grandparent’s old barn.

The barn was ridiculously creepy, I’ll admit. It didn’t have any light or electricity out there, hadn’t been used in years either so it was empty other than a few remaining piles of hay and a broken lawnmower. We weren’t allowed to climb into the lofts because Grandma was afraid that the old floor wouldn’t support our weight so we’d fall and break our necks. I climbed up only once because I thought I heard something.

I didn’t see anything other than a dead rat but there was a lot of unexplained sounds in that barn. That’s probably what planted the idea of the Grunp in our heads. Some unexplained monster that lurked just out of sight, full of hatred and salivating at the idea of ripping us to pieces.

Given all this, probably the shittiest thing we could do was send Sissy Sandy into the barn for a night. And that’s exactly what we did.

I was eleven at the time and most of the cousins were about that age too, except for Sandy. Sandy was only six. Unfortunately, she was the only cousin in that age group, but since the rest of us started going to grandma and grandpa’s around that age her parents sent her with us anyway. The closest cousin in age to her was Bobby and he was nine.

You can imagine how we all felt about Sandy. It didn’t help that Sandy was a crybaby. She didn’t like sleeping in the dark, so whoever had the poor luck of bunking with her had to deal with a nightlight. She didn’t like being alone. She hated bugs and if she saw one she’d start screaming like she was being murdered. And she was terrified of The Grunp.

Most of the time we’d manage to ditch her with Grandma, who would play Go Fish and bake cookies with her. But when Grandma took a nap or we didn’t escape fast enough, we’d have to deal with Sandy tagging along. And oh boy, she’d complain about everything. She was too hot, she was too cold. She didn’t want to play near the barn. She didn’t want to play in the backyard. She was hungry. She was thirsty. She was bored.

I mean, typical six year old, but all of us were tired of it. We didn’t help the situation either by constantly teasing and picking on the poor kid. I think Jay was the one who started calling her Sissy Sandy, because well, she was scared of literally everything. I’m not exaggerating when I say that Sandy was probably scared of her own shadow.

It’s probably why we’d tell the most Grunp stories when she was hanging out with us. We’d get increasingly more morbid, talking about how the Grunp liked to peel off the fingernails of his victims and make them into earrings or that he’d use them to pick the flesh of his victims from his teeth. I think one time I even said that he would hang up his living victims in his cave and wait until he was hungry before chopping off their heads and chewing off their faces.

Sandy would go green and squirm, and then when she’d start crying we’d say that the Grunp was going to get her. That would make her run back to Grandma, saying that we were being mean, while we were all laughing our asses off.

Yeah, we were jerks. Poor Sandy. She just wanted someone to play with. And she really tried her best to keep up, she was just too little and we had no intention of playing with a ‘baby’.

I don’t know whose idea was it to play Truth or Dare, but I do remember it was my turn and that Sandy was my target. Sandy had been a pain in the ass all day, tagging along and complaining more than ever, and I’d had it. I asked if she wanted a truth or a dare, and I said if she’d pick dare, she’d get to play with us all she wanted tomorrow and we’d not tell any Grunp stories or call her Sissy Sandy.

Sandy’s eyes lit up as she proclaimed dare. We’d already had a dare where I did the chicken dance or where Jay called his best female friend to tell her he had a crush on her. Surely we’d not pick anything too bad for her, right?

I dared her to spend a whole hour in the barn. Without crying and without screaming. If she chickened out, then she had to spend the rest of the week with Grandma and that she couldn’t follow us.

I’m a monster. There was no worse dare I could’ve picked. The barn was already creepy in the day, I couldn’t have been paid to go out there at night. And if Sandy turned down the dare we really would have doubled down on calling her a sissy and she knew it.

So Sandy dragged her feet out to the barn. Grandma and Grandpa had already gone to bed so there was no one to catch onto our cruel joke. Jay highfived me, Bobby was bending over with laughter, and I was standing proud, thinking I was the most clever kid out there. Mary was already betting that she wouldn’t last five minutes out there as she set the egg timer.

Five minutes passed. Ten. Fifteen. By thirty minutes, we were all getting bored, we couldn’t hear Sandy crying and she’d yet to come out of the barn. We’d started playing Truth and Dare again and had almost completely forgot about her until the timer dinged.

I was impressed. I yelled out to Sandy that she could come out now, she wasn’t a sissy and that she could play with us tomorrow.

Sandy didn’t respond.

Figuring she’d fallen asleep, I ran out to the barn and poked my head in, calling after her again.

My heart dropped into my stomach when I saw that Sandy was nowhere to be seen. I knew she wouldn’t have climbed into the loft but I climbed up anyway to check. I came back out and everyone was starting to look a little nervous.

“Maybe she’d managed to get past us and went back to bed,” I said, attempting to reassure everyone as we headed back inside.

She wasn’t in bed. She wasn’t in the kitchen, or the basement… not like she’d go down there anyway, it was full of spiderwebs and she hated spiders most of all.

That’s when we realized something was wrong and that it was time to wake up our grandparents. We had to repeat it twice for Grandpa, he’d taken his hearing aids out before bed, but we didn’t tell the truth- we said that Sandy wanted to explore the barn and she’d not come back.

I already felt shitty for what I’d done. I felt even shittier for lying.

Cops swarmed the house, we were all counted up to make sure we were still accounted for, and we stuck to our story- Sandy went to explore the barn, she wanted to prove she wasn’t a sissy. We didn’t make her go out there.

Technically we didn’t, but I wanted to throw up every time I repeated our lie.

It’s when I overheard a conversation with one of the cops and our grandparents that I realized I had gotten my little cousin killed.

They didn’t know I was there. I was in the hall next to the kitchen, about to get a drink of water, and one of the cops was showing my Grandma a picture.

She narrowed her eyes for a few moments before she nodded. “Yes, I think I do know him! He came by a few days ago, asking for a meal, and I fixed him up with some leftovers from lunch and a slice of pie. Saw the kids p… playing… in the backyard...” Grandma went white in the face. “… Oh god, he pointed out Sandy. He… he said she looked like a real sweetie. Oh god, what have I done? What have I done?” Grandma clung onto Grandpa and began to weep.

I sunk to the floor as the cop shook his head. I found out many years later that the man in the picture was a man named Gene Hayes. A child sex offender with a preference of girls that looked like Sandy.

I didn’t know those details back then, but I knew that my little cousin had been kidnapped by a monster.

And he wouldn’t have had a chance if I hadn’t sent Sandy out to the barn alone.

I didn’t sleep that night. I just stared at the ceiling and thought about poor Sandy. How scared she would be and how I might never see her again, how it would be my fault if she never came home, how I’d never be able to face Uncle Ken and Aunt Barbara again. The next morning, before anyone was awake, I put together my next plan of action- I grabbed a baseball bat, made myself a few sandwiches, making sure to make one with grape jelly and to cut the crusts off. That way when I found Sandy she’d get something to eat.

I knew the nearby forests probably better than most of the searchers, I knew all the places people could hide. I knew I could find Sandy.

And I did… just not in the way I expected.

It was getting close to mid-afternoon when I stumbled across Hayes’ campsite. The place was a mess, beer cans piled near a burnt out firepit, muddy magazines scattered about, a small table turned over, sleeping bag crooked.

When I kicked over the sleeping bag, I realized it was soaked in blood and that there was five large slashes through it… and I saw one of Sandy’s pink hairties.

I stumbled back, falling on my ass and crawling back. My baseball bat rolled away. Had a bear gotten to Sandy’s kidnapper? Did it get Sandy?

I heard a twig snap behind me and I turned around to be face to face with The Grunp.

Our final description of him was actually pretty accurate. A bipedal, white furred creature with blood soaked claws and a drooling maw of hundreds of fangs, smelling like death and with hatred in his gaze. His eyes were a shade of yellow-green though- the color of dying grass.

And by his side was Sandy.

One of her pigtails had fallen out but the other was still tied in place. She looked pretty beat up, bruises and scratches on her arms and a busted lip and bloodied chin. She stared at me, almost as if she didn’t quite recognize me.

The Grunp carefully pushed Sandy behind him, shielding her from me. “Are you… his friend?” The Grunp asked.

Another thing that didn’t match our stories- The Grunp could talk. I shook my head no before I dug in my bag. “… Sandy? I brought you your favorite… made sure to cut off the crusts too.” I presented the sandwich, now a little squished from being in my bag all day.

Sandy blinked a few times before she smiled, revealing teeth stained bright red. “No thank you, I already ate.”

“Sandy, you don’t refuse food,” The Grunp patiently explained, taking the sandwich baggie between two of his claws and handing it to her, “You can eat it for dinner.”

Sandy nodded, clutching onto the bag. “Thank you,” She looked back up at the Grunp, “Can we go home now?”

The Grunp leaned down, carefully picking up Sandy as to not catch her on his claws, and set her on his shoulder. “Good day,” He said before he ambled off through the bushes.

And like that, he was gone.

I managed to get home by nightfall, where the search had turned into one for Sandy and me.

All I said before collapsing was, “She’s with The Grunp.”

We’ve never found Sandy. I try not to think about her, but I do, especially at night. I wonder if she’s doing okay. I wonder if she’s happy, if she’s not such a scaredy cat anymore.

And I wonder if she’s eating well.

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divagonzo · 5 years

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Beloved (Ch. 1 Bishop’s Castle)

A/N: So this story (because to do this justice needed to be longer than one chapter) was inspired by this particular post and while RL got in the way a bit and the story fought me some, Ch.1 is ready for posting.

Rated M/18/NC-17 for later chapters but also some triggering aspects starting in chapter one. Trigger warning tags will be applied at the bottom of this post.

(And I’m going to make the Tumblr version Ace safe but have its full version on Ao3.)

Tagging @remedial-potions , @weasleymama @kingronw @vivithefolle @austenpoppy @melimelrockswell1204 @ashleopardd since people asked to be tagged when this first went around. (Sorry @justsaya for the extra tag.)

Ch. 1 - Bishop’s Castle

A03 // FF.net

“Damn it Harry! why the bloody hell are we always picked for shit duty?”

Harry looked up from his stack of parchment, quirking an eye at his best mate across the desks. “What are you on about?” He returned to his own stack of parchment, scribbling away and only offering 1 ear to his best mate sitting across from him in the department.

“See this?” He held up a five-foot long piece of parchment. “That bugger Robards is sending us out tonight to corral a loose Werewolf. And I was actually hoping to get caught up on the mound of paperwork but this cropped up.”

“Werewolf?” Harry reached for the parchment and Ron reluctantly gave over. “Yeah, some poor sod in the Midlands. So I was told, the family has a safe room and everything was on the up and up and somehow the person escaped while turned and are running loose on the moors.”

Harry looked up from the parchment and gave Ron a particular look. “Trowbridge?” Harry scanned the parchment again and stopped cold. “That troll? Fuck.”

“Now you see why I’m beastly. That sod can’t do shit. He failed his apprenticeship 3 times before being told not to apply again.”

“You mean he’s the same one – “

“The same one. There’s a reason why Bailiffs rarely make Auror – because of the Trowbridge rule.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah. He’s on loan for the month since the other team is out on assignment, with no headquarters communications, wherever the fuck they are.” Ron ran his hands through his hair, leaving it looking a little like Harry’s this evening. “I don’t like this, not one bit. Why couldn’t we get someone who knows which end of the wand to use?”

“Me neither. Bugger.” Harry handed back the five feet of parchment. “I guess we’ll have to plan on this being a three-person operation since he’s incompetent.”

“Wainwright! Trowbridge! Potter! Weasley! Ten Minutes!” the guttural bark of their Senior Auror Hemera Jones erupted from the Director’s office. “Debriefing now.”

Ron and Harry both grunted before collecting their wands and cloaks for her office. As one of the Senior Aurors, she had an office, for what little she was in it. The four men crowded into the wardrobe-sized room, refusing to take a seat. Fighting over the lone seat in the small space would be pointless for how long they’d be in there. “I’ll make it brief. A werewolf is loose on the western side of the Shropshire Hills. The person in question, Maggie Grey, normally, so I’m told, is content to sleep off her debilitating condition after receiving a Wolfsbane Potion. Tonight, it didn’t work somehow and she tore through the wood door and off into the night. Our task, gentlemen, is to apprehend her safely and return her to a magically sealed cell until she recovers. She is to not be harmed, gentlemen, at all costs.”

“All costs? The hell?” Ron piped up.

“Shut your gob, Weasley. She’s a Greyback victim during the Coup. She was targeted since her husband is a Muggle and she’d spoken out against the regime. Yaxley sent Greyback to handle it and he bungled it intentionally or otherwise.” She gave all of the men a pointed look. No one would bother admitting that they were all glad that the bastard was dead, thanks to Ron and Neville.

“The Director said that her husband is a Muggle and a Muggle Healer at the local hospital. We can’t let her be hurt because it’d be a fuck ton of paperwork to do and I for one don’t want to spend a week dealing with Muggles and having their memories obliviated. Anyone here want to do that?” Four voices grunted in agreement. “Yeah, me neither so stunners only. We’re here to apprehend, not arrest. There’s a big difference, especially with the change in Ministry protocols.”

“So where are we going?”

“We’re taking a portkey to a little place called Bishop’s Castle. It’s on the edge of Wales but we’re landing about a mile northeast of there. It’s the only landing location for ten square miles. Once there, disillusion yourselves and track her down. I want this handled with as little fuss as possible. We can’t scare the Muggles or even the magical folk who live there. No one wants to know that a person with their affliction lives in their tiny hamlet.”

“And if there’s a muggle in her sights?” Harry asked. “Do we stun them both and go from there or what? What if she’s already hurt someone? What then?”

Hemera huffed. “I’d prefer the Muggle not be hurt but use your best judgment. Dismissed.”

The four men collected their overcoats and checked their limited amount of gear. One by one they left her office and made their way to the Portkey room. Director Robards, in one of his first acts as Director of the Aurors, was to designate a spare conference room into a portkey room. On the hour and half hour, arrivals would come into the department – only on Auror authority – and on the quarters, departures would happen. He mentioned in one of the first meetings that Harry sat in on that they needed somewhere secure to come and go without going through the Ministry lifts or entrances and exits. Too many nattering employees giving away Auror departures became a problem after the Purge.

“I don’t like this,” Ron muttered. “Bloody werewolf capture. And we get picked.”

“Stuff it, Ron. It’s our job. Anyone else would try to harm the poor sod. She can’t help her condition.”

“Like Remus and his furry little problem, right?”

“Something like that,” Harry whispered. “It would be nice once the better potion is approved for wider use. I hate that Remus never saw it or got to use it.”

“Yeah, me too.”

They traveled down the back way, coming to the room with a minute to spare. The others, including Auror Jones, were present and accounted for. Their portkey for this trip was a manky rucksack, with the buckles rusted and the leather fraying from the seams. Harry knew better though, that it was magically secure so it wouldn’t fall apart. He could feel the magic sending waves off. It had to be powerful for him to feel it this distinctly.

“Potter, you’re on point. Weasley, take East. Wainwright, south. Trowbridge, North. Potter will snoop around the township and I’ll apparate to the Belfry of the Church on the South side of the hamlet.”

“What do we do if we come across our target?” Trowbridge seemed a little slow on the uptake tonight. “You said stunners only but what if she turns on us? You expect us to take a bite on a full bloody moon.”

Hemera Jones pulled a face. “You git. You know plenty of second-year spells to prevent her from laying a paw on you or anyone else. Use them. Don’t hurt her unless it’s a last resort. Sorted?”

He grunted. Everyone put their hand on the rucksack as it turned blue and they departed for a small village far and away from London.

Minutes later, the five people landed softly in a field outside of the small town. Once on their feet and verifying everything arrived with each one, they disillusioned themselves to Auror Jones satisfaction. She apparated away, disappearing to the belfry of the tallest point on the town – the church on the south side. If anything went sideways they were to send up red sparks. Most of the muggles would think it was some random fireworks.

Each man took off, intending to search the town first before spreading outward. It was drawn up simply, and the most efficient, to cover the most area without disturbing the town inhabitants. Hopefully, the late hour would have most of the village residents asleep in their beds.

Ron grumbled under his breath, especially considering that he saw his breath with every exhale. Crass words stumbled out, especially considering the actual mortal peril they were in. The late night chill bit his nose and ears, leaving them as red as he would be mortified. His poor Mum would probably have a litter of kittens if she knew the circumstances. Fortunately, it was almost close to midnight and Mum wasn’t the one who stayed up late.

Ron turned a corner, past a small lot of autos, parked for the night with grotesque yellow signs showing how much they were for sale in Muggle currency. He kept walking, with a purpose but not so fast he’d miss anything out of the ordinary. Ron pulled the Deluminator from his pocket and pocketed all of the security lights on the back parking lot of whatever business he was walking around. It was a huge risk, going around looking in the dark but having the balls of light available would give him an advantage if he was caught out.

Mounds of wood were stacked meters high, even taller than himself. The rows of processed wood went on for meters upon meters, even higher than his head. “Oh this isn’t going to be good,” he thought to himself. “Bloody fuck, a werewolf and a blasted lumber yard; just what I need tonight.”

Ron kept is wand out in front of him, constantly thinking of a shield charm first if the poor bugger tried to attack him. Ron stepped gingerly between the stacks of processed wood, listening for any noise, ordinary or otherwise. He continued onward, walking up and down the rows, his wand lit to flush out any shadows that might conceal a frightened werewolf.

He stopped and listened, straining his ears. There, off on another row, he heard some wood crash to the asphalt under foo[TJW2] t, along with a high pitched whimper. Since it wasn’t Hermione and it was pushing half eleven, this was either a thief or his target.

He took off towards where he heard the crashing wood. He could have apparated but didn’t want to risk scaring the werewolf or accidentally landing on a petty thief. With steps trained in stealth, he tread softly towards where the noise was. Sure enough, a pallet of wood had fallen. Instead of lighting his wand, Ron popped the Deluminator and released the lights he nicked from around the corner. The balls of light escaped and hung in the air, lighting up the preternaturally darkened space.

He heard a whine a second before he was knocked to the ground. He lifted his head and saw the werewolf racing down the pathway towards the end of the building. The blighter looked no bigger than an over-sized bun.

“Shit,” He jumped up and took off running after the scared bugger.

She turned the corner and he tried to pour on the speed while wishing he had brought his broom to chase the quarry easier. Somehow she was leaving him in the dust and he was the fastest Auror on staff. All of those empty hours running with Harry paid off, even if he might lose sight of his intended.

Ron pulled his wand and cast red sparks up in the night sky. Within moments he heard the sounds of displaced air whooshing into his vicinity.

The balls of light followed him, casting an eerie glow in the area. The werewolf was right on the front edge of the lights, barely bathed in any illumination. He saw Wainright apparate 20m down the drive, near where he came up into the lumber yard and Harry was 50 meters up the street from his momentary position, running hard towards where he was.

Ron kept running, hoping to corner the furry Ms. Grey where he could stun her and safely transport her back to her safe confines for the night. Then again, he hoped someone else apprehended her. He didn’t fancy spending hours working on paperwork and multiple debriefings, especially if she was injured.

Ron saw movement to his right and felt magic flowing past his head.

Bright light blinded him an instant before he felt the blast.

His world blinked out.

Harry was there first. Wainright was immediately at his left shoulder.

“The fuck you playing at, Bronwyn? You hit Ron? Are you mental, a lunatic?”

Harry stared at the other member of their search party, murder in his eyes and on his mind. Vivid Green eyes were full of fury, all focused on the one who didn’t know which way to work his wand. He stared until Trowbridge blinked and he set his focus on his best mate lying in the grass at his feet. Harry yanked the ruck off of his back and reached deep, trying to find the dittany and pads. His hands grew slick trying to staunch the bleeding from his best friend’s head. The preternatural glow from the confiscated lights from the lumber yard bathed everything in an eerie blueish white hue. The dim lights next to whatever building they were lying next only added to the fact that Ron looked close to death already. Blood was seeping through Harry’s fingers, coating his boots, soaking the knees of his trousers and the ends of his jumper sleeve. He finally grasped the enormous stash of pads and shoved them onto the wound, watching the pad soak through. Merlin, not again. He’d lived through this once already. “Stay with me,” He growled before turning to Wainwright, working feverishly to protect their location from any curious eyes this late at night.

“Call Jones now,” Harry yelled at Bronwyn. He didn’t stir from watching Harry work on Ron’s injury.

“Damn it, call Jones now!” He yelled and Wainwright sent up red sparks, three sets in a row – the Auror emergency notification. In seconds she landed softly on the grass three meters away. “Report!” she barked at the three men.

Trowbridge spoke up first. Harry was too busy trying to grasp the dittany. Every time, it slipped from his fingers. “Weasley was chasing Ms. Grey. I saw him running after her. I thought – “

Wainright cut him off. “Trowbridge cast a powerful stunner and missed. He’s lucky that he didn’t take Weasley’s head off with that bit of careless magic. Instead, he hit the side of the building.” Wainwright illuminated his wand and showed an enormous chunk of masonry had been blown off of the side of the stone building. “The stone, it hit Weasley before knocking him backward like a bloody bomb blast. It’s sheer luck that he didn’t land on the stone wall and break his bloody neck.” Not two meters behind them was a one meter stone wall, topped with various river stones, mostly with rough edges.

“It was a stunner, just like Jones told us to use. He moved in front of it.”

“Yeah, and your wand movements were Bombada,” Wainwright countered.

“Damn it, I can’t get the bleeding to stop,” He complained as he threw over his shoulder the first handful of pads and thrust a second set on them. He patently ignored his sodden trousers, socks, boots, and jumper sleeves. He shifted his knees, trying to keep Ron’s head propped up just enough where he could keep the compress on his head. He didn’t dare use magic, not when he didn’t know the extent of the injuries. One bad spell to quell the bleeding could leave him in the Janus Thickey ward for the rest of his life.

Harry refused to do that to his best friend.

“I can’t get the dittany. He needs a healer now.” He felt one tear escape. “I’m not a healer. I can’t save him.” He said under his breath. “Damn it, Ron. Stay with us.”

“Potter, get him out of here.” Jones shoved something into his hands – a copy of the Auror field manual on arrest procedures. The book was already iridescent blue – a portkey for the Auror emergency landing ward at St. Mungo’s in London. Harry lifted Ron into his arms, looking like a horrific impersonation of Pieta by Michelangelo. He folded Ron’s across the book and across his body, looking so pale in the preternatural lights.

Blood dripped down from the wound onto his trousers, watching each moment seep by like cold custard. The gauze wouldn’t staunch the bleeding. They needed a healer now.

Harry fought the immediate memories of the last time he saw Ron like this, severely injured and on the edge of death. He couldn’t face that again. Instead, he looked across to the remaining Aurors present.

“When we return to London, you’re facing an Inquiry. If I have any say, you will be booted from MLS. And,” Harry saw the book glowing brighter, “if he dies, I will personally strangle you with my own two hands. The fuck – “

Harry didn’t hear the rest of the Jones’ vicious yet soft-spoken harangue. He was holding onto Ron for dear life, awaiting the landing at St. Mungo’s. He had seconds to prepare his knees for the landing. He’d need a strong pain potion after the landing.

Ron was dead weight in his arms. Frothy pink bubbles were erupting from his nose and mouth. Both sets of robes were a grotty mess. “Stay alive, please,” Harry begged to whatever deity would listen and grant his heartfelt request. “I need you.” With a crash, they landed in the secured zone for Aurors who were injured. “Emergency! Auror Down! I need a healer!” Harry yelled through the room. “Auror down!”

#Dragon's Fic #hpfic #Romione #Ron Weasley #Harry J Potter #OCs #Rated R/18/M #tw:#tw: blood #tw: injury

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tomswifty-fr · 5 years

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(Explanation: this was for a forum thread where you were supposed to have your dragons tell stories to a story-ghost, but the original poster stopped responding and I’m not about to let 2300+ words of dumb teen adventures go to waste.)

(My greatest apologies to mobile readers)

“Well, it started with me and Ithaca. We were bored. Square Toe is a dumb place to live, y’know? It’s so small and there’s nothing to do! They won’t let us into Habitat or Leo’s, ‘cuz we’re too young. The desert is just the desert. It’s boring and hot and everyone says it’s full of ghosts, but I’ve never seen one. I wish I had. Ithaca wanted to go flying, but I’m bad at flying. My wings are too short.” She stretches one out to prove it. “My uncle says they’ll get bigger, but I don’t think so. Everything else on me stopped growing a long time ago.

“Ithaca’s my best friend, by the way. She’s good at everything, and she’s really brave and stuff…. We spend a lot of time together. I told her I didn’t want to fly, and she suggested some other stuff. Hang out at the library, sneak into Tom’s workshop, go over to the orchard and climb trees until we got caught and chased out. I guess I was in kind of a crummy mood and kept saying no, I don’t want to do that, that’s dumb. I felt bad about it, but I kept saying no. I could tell she was getting annoyed too, so when she said we should go explore the old part of town I said yes, even though we’ve done it a jillion times before.

“Okay so, Square Toe’s a really weird town. I said it was small but there’s actually a lot of it. I guess there used to be a bunch more dragons living here a long time ago, so the city itself is really big and there’s a lot of empty buildings and stuff. Everyone lives close together though, so the old town is empty and really worn out. I used to think it was creepy until I started going there. You can find cool stuff sometimes, like old graffiti, and once I found a little carved hainu. Ithaca heard there was an old statue garden with lots of weird sculptures and that’s what she wanted to go see…”

Riley sneezed again. It was cooler in this cellar, sure, but there was so much dust it was impossible to see anything. She guessed Ithaca had given up on the statues by now; there’s no way they’d be someone’s old basement.

“Hey, check this out!” Ithaca was bent over the remains of a desiccated wooden crate, her feathered tail wagging fiercely and raising even more piles of dust. Riley stifled another sneeze and came over to look.

It was full of paper masks. Tundras with furry fringe, Guardians with drooping horns, Imperials with yarn whiskers, and even a Talonok with cutout beak. “That one looks like you!” Ithaca laughed, pointing to a Mirror mask with four eyes but only two eyeholes. “I could wear it to the library and check out books on your account.”

“And stick me with all the late fees? No way! I should pretend to be you, so I can eat at your house every night. Harry’s a lousy cook.” Riley snatched for a Wildclaw mask in faded purple, intending to hold it up and perform a scathing imitation of her friend, but the ancient paper crumbled in her claws. “Ugh.”

Ithaca made a half-hearted attempt to force the crate closed, giving up with the lid still open at an awkward angle. “Okay, one more basement? If we don’t find anything good, we’ll give up.”

Riley nodded. “Sure, next building?”

“I was thinking that.” Ithaca pointed, drawing Riley’s attention to an empty doorway on the other side of the room.

“That’s just a closet.”

“No, I bet it’s a connected basement. Feel? There’s air!”

Riley concentrated, then gave up. “I don’t feel anything, but I believe you. What are we gonna do about- ” She instinctively caught the small object Ithaca tossed her, then looked down. “Oh. Where’d you get these?”

Ithaca waved her own small lantern and stuck out her tongue mischievously. “Borrowed them from my mom. I told her we were going camping tonight. They’re magic, so we don’t have to worry about them going out. Don’t drop yours though, okay?” There was just a tinge of worry in her otherwise carefree tone; magic items were expensive.

“What do you think I am, a hatchie? I’m not gonna drop it.” She switched hers on with a sigh. “Let’s go.”

“How far apart are these basements supposed to be?”

“I don’t know.”

“Shouldn’t we turn around?”

“You can if you want.”

Riley turned her head, looked at the black tunnel behind her, and turned it back to look at the black tunnel and snappish friend in front of her, who was just as nervous but trying to hide it. “Nah, I’ll stay.”

The so-called ‘connected basement’ had turned into a too-long trek down a crumbling stone tunnel. It wasn’t quite cramped, but she and Ithaca were travelling single file. The only saving grace was that there didn’t seem to be any spiderwebs or even a lot of dust, but the slight dampness under Riley’s feet took away any reassurance she could have got from that fact. Flash floods were a fact of Highland Scrub life; thunderstorms were more common further south in Lightning territory, but rushing water could travel miles and miles and be just as violent with the distance.

Wouldn’t that be a stupid way to die, she thought. Drowned in a stupid tunnel with my stupid friend. At least we won’t have to pay for ruining the lanterns.

After another little distance of silence and worrying, the corridor opened up into another chamber. The two teens almost breathed sighs of relief, before noticing one crucial fact.

“Ithaca? This isn’t a basement.”

It was a large, natural looking cavern, with a ceiling towering dozens of feet above them (Riley realized, a little too late, that the tunnel they’d been going through had been a downward slope). Their lanterns didn’t illuminate very far but were able to reveal a few details: stalagmites jutting up from the floor, water droplets sparkling on the walls, and scuff marks on the ground behind them. The humidity was much higher than either of the desert-dwellers were used to; Riley’s scales itched, and she could see Ithaca’s headfeathers starting to poof up.

Ithaca reached up to scratch her feathers, her eyes getting bigger all the time. “This is so cool.”

“What?”

“No, it’s really cool! It’s a whole cave! And we found it! Do you think it’s connected to Square Toe Cave?”

There was a slightly manic tone to Ithaca’s voice, as if she were overcome by the potential of their discovery. It made sense; Square Toe Cave was the life of Square Toe; almost literally. The underground reservoir was the only thing that had let the original inhabitants build everything they did. Even in its diminished present state, it was all that let the current residents live lives of (relative) comfort in the desert.

“If it is, we didn’t really discover it though, we just found another entrance. They’ll close it off and put another guard up.”

“Ok, so we don’t tell anyone. We keep quiet and have our own cave.”

Riley was trying to match her friend’s enthusiasm, but it was hard. “We’d better not tell anyone. We’d get in trouble just for going through that tunnel.” She mimicked an adult voice, deep and monotone. “Stay out of the tunnels, they’re dangerous, they’re unexplored, they’ve got mimics in them- ”

“That’s for the tunnels in the library. And they just do that because they think they connect to Square Toe Cave.”

“They won’t care. I mean, your dad works in the Cave and he’s always going on about how dangerous it is underground, with floods and stuff and the risk of it collapsing and everything.”

“Yeah, but- ” A scraping sound stopped the argument in its tracks. Suddenly, both teens were extremely aware that they were in a weird cave they didn’t know anything about. Nobody knew they were here. There was something in here with them.

“A mimic?” Ithaca whispered.

“Probably.” Riley breathed back.

It made sense. Mimics lived anywhere they could. The library would have been infested with them, if it wasn’t for constant searching and pest control. This place? Dark, quiet, empty? It would be perfect for them. Mimics were harmless anyway. If you tried to open a mimic book you might get your claws nipped, but that was all. They were scared of dragons. Kimball even kept one as a pet. If it was mimics, it was fine.

The scraping sound appeared again.

They froze.

They waited.

They relaxed.

And suddenly a shape loomed up in front of them. It was large and dark and blue, and smelled like metal and water. Riley didn’t know any more details because by the time she registered the thing, she was already running back up the tunnel, the lantern beam bouncing wildly, strobing the blank walls. Something was running behind her, and she hoped hoped hoped to the Eleven that it was Ithaca.

After what seemed like a long time, too long, she emerged from the tunnel. It was Ithaca behind her. Immediately, in an unspoken agreement, they grabbed the crate of masks and pulled it to the opening, tipping it over and scattering masks across the floor. Neither paid attention to the paper disintegrating under their claws or the sequins and yarn bits bouncing around their claws. It didn’t block the entrance perfectly, but having it there made them both feel a little better.

Outside, Riley wrote ‘BEWARE’ on the building front with a piece of chalk Ithaca found in some pocket of hers. “What do you- what do you think that was?” She was babbling, but tried to concentrate on thinking and writing to soothe her pounding heart. “I’ve never heard of a mimic that big, and it couldn’t have been a dragon. It didn’t- I mean- ” Instead of talking, she pointed to her front eyes, the heat-seeing ones. “It was cold. It didn’t smell like a dragon either. I don’t know what it could be.” Turning to give back the chalk, she saw Ithaca, pale behind her feathers. She was shaking.

“Hey, hey?” Riley took her claw as she handed the chalk back. “We’re okay, right? It didn’t follow us.”

“No, it’s not that.” Ithaca looked sick. “I lost my light.”

“Oh.” Riley paused. “That sucks.” It seemed inadequate.

“Yeah.”

“Let’s head back.”

“And it really just seemed dumb. We just escaped some kind of cave monster and it’s still there under the old city and we can’t tell anyone, or we’ll get in big trouble. I know we should, but I don’t want to. What if we just imagined it? But even if we imagined it, there’s still a cave down there. And losing the light was stupid too. It almost felt worse than, than, whatever happened down there. I mean, it felt more real, you know? But that’s not the weirdest part.

“Ithaca slept over with me that night, because it was already late, and she told her parents we were going camping anyway and she didn’t want to tell her mom she lost one of her lanterns. When she went back the next morning there wasn’t anyone home- she told me this part, I wasn’t there. I guess her dad was at work and her mom and her sister were somewhere, which is pretty normal. But the lantern was lying on the kitchen table. It wasn’t broken or anything. So she gave them both back and didn’t get in trouble, but it was really weird. The whole thing is just weird.

“Anyway, that’s what happened. I guess nothing really bad came out of it, but it was a couple of weeks ago and it’s still weird. Creepy, even. I’m gonna be thinking about it for a long time. She gets up, stretching her legs. “I just wanted to get that off my chest. Thanks for uh, thanks for listening, I guess.” She leaves, in that same loping run as before, not bothering to wait for a response.

Some time passes, and another form fades into view. This one is paler and transparent, and if it ever was a dragon, it sure isn’t anymore. “This isn’t even a story, but something strange happened to an acquaintance of mine a little while ago.”

“His name is Davy, and he was alive until very recently. Death’s been a hard adjustment for him, especially since the person he’s haunting moved very recently, so he has to get used to a whole new place as well. He likes to stay underground, in caverns and cellars and so forth. I think he finds the darkness comforting.

“Well, he told me that the other day he finds a couple of kids spelunking, goes over to say hello, and they start screaming like they’ve seen a ghost- which I suppose they had!” She laughs. “He noticed one of them dropped something, so he went to ask if I could return it since I’m more familiar with the town. Been around it longer, so to speak. Well, I recognized the description, there’s not that many kids around that age in town, so I returned it.

“Later, Ripper tells me- he’s another, well he’s not quite a ghost.” A frown. “Well, we stick together, all us not-quite-dragons-anymore. The one kid, the feathery one, has started asking Vince about ghosts. She didn’t tell him what happened, just acting curious, but I just had to laugh. Vince calls himself a ghost hunter, but his idea of trying to catch us is a propped-up box with a string and a peanut butter sandwich! And all the while she’s sitting there, soaking all his nonsense in, Mike is puttering by right in asking distance. Mike knows miles more about ghosts that Vince does; he’s dating one!”

She shakes her head. “Well, maybe that’s not funny either. Time can warp your sense of humor, I’ve heard. I just think it goes to show. I’m not sure what it shows, but it shows something.”

#flight rising #mine #teen shenanigans and ghost shenanigans and guess what? a new setting for davy and symmes

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