I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Teen Wolf, they belong to Joss Whedon and Jeff Davis.A/N:
Dialogue from the episode Chaos Rising, because really, that just the best scene in the whole series.
Waking up had Isaac feeling slightly dazed. Blinking a couple of times to clear his eyes he looked around him trying to determine where he was. He remembered the female werewolf - an alpha - drugging him and then ... nothing.
He breathed a sigh of relief at seeing Derek deep in conversation with Scott and Stiles. Shifting his gaze from the trio to the room, recognition finally lightened his eyes. They were at Derek's' house. For a moment there he had been fearing that the Alpha Pack once again managed to capture him and that this time there would be no girl to come to his rescue. Speaking of said girl ...
Slowly sitting up he focused on Derek before asking: "Where is she?" Of Derek's slightly confused look he elaborated: "Where's the girl?"
Casting quick glances at both Scott and Stiles, Derek asked the question that were on the minds of all three of them.
Kicking angrily at the ground Buffy ran a frustrated hand through her hair. Okay, so maybe she shouldn't have let the Sheriff of the hook quite so easily after all. Even knowing that Dawn had been at the hospital only a couple of hours earlier, she was back at square one.
Clenching her teeth she looked down at the piece of paper she held clutched in her hand.
After talking to sheriff Stilinski - she had finally figured out his name - she had been allowed to check out the room where Dawn had been staying. That she hadn't really been expecting to find anything, didn't stop her from feeling a pang of disappointment.
The nurse at the front desk hadn't been any help either.
She had been in the process of leaving the hospital then, only to find herself being stopped by a kind looking nurse who introduced herself as Melissa McCall.
Melissa had been there when Dawn had been brought in. She had also given her the name of the other teenager who had been brought in at the same time as Dawn. He could hopefully explain everything to her, Melissa had said.
So with the paper, name and address written on it, in her hand she had made her way through Beacon Hills to find the house ... only to find it vacant.
She wanted to hit something. Just wait till she got her fingers on the boy. He wouldn't know what had hit him before it was too late, Buffy thought with an lethal smile.
The Slayer was in town and she wanted answers!
Crumpling the paper and tossing it to the ground she turned on her heel. She would find a hotel and in the morning she would pay the local High School a visit.
The ball of paper landed near a couple of withering tulips, the name Isaac Lahey
clearly visibly to anyone.***
"You know, I'm starting to not like this idea. Sounds kinda dangerous."
Pacing back and forth in front of the window in Derek's loft, didn't help Isaac like Derek's idea any better. He stopped for half a second in thought before continuing his pacing.
"You know what? I definitely don't like this idea." As an afterthought he added "And I definitely don't like him."
Sitting at the table, determinedly not
watching Isaac's march Derek sighed softly before answering "You'll be fine."
Isaac stopped in front of the window letting his gaze wander for a minute before resignedly asking "Does it have to be him?" He slowly made his way over to the table.
"He knows how to do it. I don't." Derek explained. "Be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself."
"You know Scott doesn't trust him, right? You know, personally, I'd well ... well, I'd trust Scott."
Derek finally lifted his head to look Isaac in the eyes "Do you trust me?"
A pause, then "I still don't like him."
"Nobody likes him."
The opening of the wooden sliding door halted them in their conversation. Dressed in jeans and a white polo-shirt underneath a brownish jacket, his short hair groomed and his beard skillfully trimmed, he didn't look like the crazy sociopath he had once been.
Not that Isaac believed that Peter was really on their side now. He was probably scheming behind their backs. But the man was Derek's uncle and seeing as Derek was the Alpha of their little pack, he was the one to call the shots. Meaning that for the time being, Peter was a part of that pack.
"Boys." Peter greeted them "FYI, yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works."
Stepping up to them as if he owned the place he added "So, I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling straight to my face."
"We don't like you." Derek deadpanned. Rising from his chair and tossing the book he had been sitting with on the table, he approached his uncle and added "Now shut up and help us."
Peter looked at Derek with slight amusement visibly on his face.
At precisely eight o'clock Buffy stood outside Beacon Hills High.
She hadn't been getting much sleep that night, tossing and turning for the most part. After checking in at the hotel she had hit the streets hoping to find some kind of action but the town had been dead. And not in the lets go kill some vampires kind of way, unfortunately. So Buffy had returned to her hotel only to find herself tossing and turning in her bed once again, unable to get her mind away from Dawn.
Time to get some answers she thought grimly as she made her way up the steps and into the school. ***
"Relax. I'll get more out of you if you're calm."
Seated on a chair in the middle of the room and having Peter casually walk around him, didn't really make Isaac feel any more at ease. The only thing keeping him in his chair was Derek, who was sitting a couple of feet away from him, intently following every move Peter made.
"How do you know how to do this, again?" Isaac asked with a slight hitch to his voice.
"It's an ancient ritual used mostly by alphas, since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice. One slip and you could paralyze someone." A pause, then "Or kill them."
"You ... You've had a lot of practice, though, right?" There was no mistaking his anxiety now.
"Well, I've never paralyzed anyone."
At that Derek looked up at uncle with furrowed brows but whatever he had been meaning to say was drowned out by Isaac. "Wait, does that mean that you ..."
He didn't get to say more, as Peter chose that moment to sink the claws of his left hand into his neck, the other holding him still.