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Chapter 3: The Detective (Blue Moon Series)

A/N: Heylo everyone! It’s official, we’re back in business! Thank you all so much for being so patient with me, I feel like it’s been so long since the last time I posted for Blue Moon so I’m really glad I could finally get to it. ENJOYYYY LoVe U gUys <333

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Summary: Y/N McCall, Scott McCall’s younger sister, starts her first year at Beacon Hills High School when something unexpected happens to her brother. Her entire world is turned upside down and it is up to her to figure out how to juggle romance, schoolwork, friendship and the supernatural without risking her life (too much)

Warnings: teeny bit of swearing and angst I think?

Word Count: 4,7K

Chapter 2 & Chapter 4

Stiles and Scott waved goodbye to Y/N as they left the field.

“I still can’t believe I made first line.” Scott said, beaming. Stiles frowned and slowed his pace, his hands resting between the straps of his backpack and his collarbone, holding the rough material with his thumb and index finger.

“Yeah, crazy huh?” Stiles stated hesitantly. Scott turned to his friend at the remark and his smile disappeared.

“What is it?” Stiles almost looked surprised by the question, not thinking Scott would catch on to the reluctance in his voice.

“Nothing...I just-,” Stiles stopped walking,-“I don’t really understand what’s going on.” The boy with a buzz cut stopped talking when he realised his best friend wasn’t listening anymore, instead staring at his phone screen.

“Scott?”

“Sorry, I gotta go, we’ll talk later?” Scott asked without letting his friend answer the question before walking away at a quick pace.

“Sure...”

5:58 pm, McCall House

Carrie: wanna meet up at the school library? I wanna catch up on physics

Y/N looked down at her phone and her left eyebrow arched.

Y/N: you know I have a life right? it’s friday

Carrie: Oh please, what were you gonna do, binge-watch Friends?

The 15 year old looked back at her computer screen on which The Office was being displayed.

Y/N: actually no, I was kind of in the mood for some Carrell tonight...

Carrie: Please come help me? or at least keep me company. It’s quiet, and freaky over here

Y/N: what do I get for going?

Carrie: my undying love and everlasting gratitude

Y/N shook her head and started typing the words: not good enough when she received another text.

Carrie: and I’ll buy you tickets to go see your favourite band next time they’re in town...

Y/N: even if it’s All Time Low?

Carrie: I hate you

Y/N: I can live with that. I’ll be there in twenty minutes

Y/N grabbed her indigo coloured bomber jacket and her bag before slipping on her favourite black sneakers. She slid her phone in the back pocket of her jeans before shutting off the lights and closing her bedroom door. The brunette was walking past her brother’s room when she abruptly stopped, realising he was on the phone. She gulped and pressed her ear against the keyhole, trying her best to catch a bit of Scott’s phone call.

-Yep

…

-I don’t have much time, I’ve only got a couple hours before I have to pick up Allison.

...

-Stiles-...

Y/N’s senses perked up when she heard the name of her friend. Good, this conversation was going to get her some answers.

-Fine. I’ll be there in 5.

Her grin disappeared when she heard shuffling in the room and felt the doorknob shift against her stomach. She quickly jumped away from the door and walked away as quickly as possible.

“Hey, what are you doing out here?” Scott asked, looking at his flustered sister.

“Nothing, just heading out for a little while!” she answered as naturally as possible.

“So am I, are you going out tonight? It is Friday night after all!” he asked, a wide smile etched on his lips.

“Um, no, just gonna study with Carrie. She sucks at physics so, thought I’d help out.”

“You suck at physics too though...” Scott stated, obviously a little confused.

“Hey, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Y/N said, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Actually, I think in this case it might,” answered Scott jokingly.

Y/N chuckled and decided to start investigating right then and there.

“Are you going out tonight?”

“Um yeah I’m going out, I’m going to a party actually.”

“Is Stiles gonna be there?”

“I, uh, I hadn’t really thought of it actually, but yeah, he probably will be.”

“What do you mean you hadn’t thought about it?” Y/N asked, confused by his odd choice of words.

“Well, it’s just, I’m not going to the party with him.”

“Oh, who are you going with?” Y/N tried to act as cool as possible, feeling her heart thump against her ribs.

“No one you know.” Y/N immediately frowned and straightened her back.

“Right, well I should get going, wouldn’t want to keep the science prodigy waiting.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow morning?”

“You know it!” Y/N clicked her tongue and raced down the stairs. Once she had left the walls of her house, she took out her phone and sent a text to Carrie.

Y/N: might be there a little later than anticipated...

6:23 pm, Stilinski House

Y/N had followed Scott right up to Stiles’ house. Y/N hid her bike behind a large bush on the edge of the house’s crawl space and waited for Scott to close the front door before walking up to it herself. She held the handle with her delicate right hand and opened the door as quietly as possible. Once she was inside, Y/N crept against the light green wallpaper in the hall and made a left to find Stiles’ room. She leaned against the dark brown door and pressed her ear against the wood as hard as possible. Muffled voices could be heard but they didn’t make any sense and the brown-haired girl huffed with impatience. Her brow furrowed as she tried to concentrate harder on the conversation going on inside Stiles’ bedroom, but despite her efforts, it was impossible to understand exactly what was being said. Y/N slowly went down to her knees and placed her head against the floor, getting her ear closer to the underside of the door. Her butt was sticking out in the air and her palms were pressed against the hardwood floor. The new position, while being comical also proved to be highly practical and Y/N could finally comprehend what the voices were talking about.

“-questioning people, even Derek Hale.”

“Derek Hale?” Y/N muttered to herself.

“Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day.”

“Yeah! Yes. But that’s not it okay?”

“What then?”

“Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore. The bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading-,”

Y/N didn’t understand. ‘What are they talking about? What bite? And why are they talking about that freak Derek Hale?’

Hundreds of questions filled her head and she bit her lip anxiously when suddenly a pair of black boots appeared in her eye shot and a familiar voice startled her enough to hit her head against the very tangible door.

“Can I help you Y/N?” the Sheriff asked her with a sly smile as she rubbed her head with her palm, praying that the two teenagers inside the room right next to them hadn’t heard the commotion.

“Sorry, I just, um, I um, dropped a penny, and um, I was just, leaning down to get it back...” She tried to lie her way through but the fact was she had been caught red handed, and by a man working with the law enforcement too.

“Y/N, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret...” He leaned in a little closer and put his hand on her shoulder. “I don’t care if you eavesdrop, as long as it’s on my son and not on me.” He winked at her and started to walk away before pausing and looking back at her as he squinted his eyes. “Especially if it’s on my son.”

She scoffed laughingly and he left the hall. Y/N shook her head and left the room as well, heading directly towards the front door and closing it shut behind her.

6:44 pm, Beacons Hills High School Library

“Are you serious? I texted you like an hour ago, where the hell were you?” Carrie asked, obviously angry at her flustered friend.

“Will you give me a minute, I rode my bike here so fast, I think I might have travelled to the future,” Y/N exclaimed as she let herself land loudly on a library chair, earning herself more than just a few annoyed glances.

“Oh that’s what the whole red cheeks thing is, I thought you were experimenting with makeup,” her friend said in a snarky way as she gestured towards Y/N’s sweaty face.

“Oh shut up.”

“Alright, will you please, for the love of God, help me now.”

“What are you seeing right now? With Mr...”

“Alto. And right now we’re talking about Archimedes’ principle.”

“Great...” sighed Y/N.

7:52 pm, Beacon Hills High School Library

“I swear to God, if I have to solve one more problem even remotely related to Archibald I’m gonna dunk my head in a toilet and then we’ll see about buoyancy,” Carrie exclaimed throwing a balled up sheet of paper in the nearest paper bin.

“Okay, first of all, Archimedes, not Archibald,-”Carrie shot her a glare,-“and second, I agree. My brain cells are so overworked, I’m seriously considering a brain transplant,” Y/N said as she rubbed her forehead with the palm of her hand.

“Wanna come over? We could watch a movie, and you could meet my dad for the first time,” proposed her friend.

“Actually...I kind of needed your help with something.”

“What is it?”

Y/N smiled sheepishly and dug out a large notebook from her bag, which Carrie immediately recognized.

“Oh hell no, I am not spending another hour in this place just to help you uncover your brother’s dirty little secrets.”

“Hey come on! It’s not fluid-related!”

Carrie dramatically threw her upper body down on the desk in front of her and sighed in defeat.

“You’re a good friend,” Y/N stated as she patted the girl’s flame-coloured hair.

“Yeah, yeah, where do we start?”

Y/N opened her notebook and grabbed a pen from underneath Carrie’s body. “Would you mind, I don’t know, sitting up?”

Her friend lifted her middle finger as she leaned back against her chair.

“Okay, Stiles lied to me again last night.”

“Okay, I’m probably gonna regret asking this but, how do you know he lied to you?”

“He made two mistakes. The first one was touching his face when he lied and the seco-...”

“-Touching his face? What are you talking about?”

“Okay, when you lie, the nerves in your face twitch a lot, and because of that, you try to control it so the person you’re lying to won’t notice. So when you feel the tingling, you try to touch your face in various places to stop it. It’s kind of subconscious.”

“Oh. And he did that?”

“Yeah, he slid his finger under his nose, like this.” said Y/N as she mimicked Stiles’ gesture.

“Okay, what about the second mistake?”

“He answered my question with a question which is a really common way of trying to sell a lie.”

“Wait that works?”

“Not always, but most of the time yeah. The point is to make the person you’re lying to doubt himself so he won’t be concentrated enough to doubt you.”

“Huh. That’s really interesting. How do you know all of this?”

“Stiles gave me a book for my birthday last year: Pyschology For Dummies. Ironic huh?”

Carrie paused and started touching the edge of her chair with her delicate nails, her eyes staring into an abyss.

“What are you thinking?”

“Well, I mean, fine let’s say they are lying to you. What could they possibly be lying about? Aside from the whole getting home earlier thing.”

“I think it’s got something to do with Scott. I overheard a bit of their conversation earlier and Stiles seemed really anxious. Or at least more than his usual self.”

“What were they saying?” inquired Carrie, puzzled.

“I don’t know actually. I overheard them talk about Derek Hale, this guy who lost his family in a house fire. He’s kind of a freak, never talks to anyone. Which is why, I’m having trouble understanding why they were talking about him.”

“Well I mean that’s probably nothing.”

“There was something else though. It sounded really serious, plus he mentioned something about a bite.”

“Who did?”

“Stiles. He was rambling like he usually does and out of nowhere I hear the word “bite”, I mean how weird is that?”

“Very weird.”

“I want to figure out what they’re hiding but, I don’t know how.”

“I get it, it’s like when my mom was cheating on my dad and I tried to snoop through her phone to find proof. She always changed passwords so I could never access it, it’s super frustrating.”

“Of course! Carrie you’re a genius!” exclaimed Y/N, immediately jumping out of her seat and hurriedly shoving her notebook back into her bag.

“I am?” asked Carrie.

“Gotta go, talk later, thanks!” yelled Y/N as she rushed out the doors leaving her confused and irritated friend alone in the library filled with glaring students.

8:09 pm, McCall House

Y/N rode like her life depended on it, passing by lampposts, pedestrians and trees, flashing past buildings and houses, the crisp night air coating her face and making her long brown mane whip behind the void behind her. The sun was setting and the beautiful orange sea above her darkened slowly as she reached her house. She practically threw her bike on the front lawn and made the door fly open before racing through it and running up the stairs.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

Y/N stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, straining her ears.

“Mom?”

“Care to explain why you’re running across the house like a lunatic?”

“Mom is Scott here?”

“Uh, no. You just missed him, he took my car and headed to a party.”

“Which way did he go?” exclaimed Y/N as she ran back towards the front door.

“Um, right I think. Why?”

“Gotta go, sorry mom!” she yelled before shutting the door and grabbing her bike hurriedly, tripping over her shoelaces and hitting her head on the floor in the process.

“Dammit…” she groaned, the searing pain in her forehead quickly spreading. She lifted her leg over the seat of her bike and pressed her feet on the pedals, big grey eyes looking straight ahead.

“Please don’t be too far…”

Y/N kept riding as fast as physically possible, so fast even, that she felt like she was flying across Beacon Hills. Finally, she spotted a dirty black car up ahead. She immediately slowed down, her gaze resting on the familiar driver’s plate. The car in front of her had stopped in front of beautiful house so big, it looked like a mansion. Its front door opened slightly, revealing a beautiful brunette Y/N immediately recognized as being the girl from a few days ago, the one her brother had been ogling for what had seemed like hours. She really was gorgeous, her wavy brown hair was slightly tucked behind one of her ears and she was wearing the nicest navy blue top Y/N had ever seen. As the girl entered Scott’s (or rather his mother’s) car, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder how the hell someone like her had noticed someone like him. Scott was attractive sure, but he was very low on the scale of popularity. How had his image changed so suddenly in just a couple of days? She couldn’t quite wrap her head around it. The car engine started up again and the slightly shivering fifteen year old straightened her back in anticipation. Here was how it was going to go down:

Y/N was going to follow Scott to the party he was going to with the new girl where no one would notice her because everyone would probably be too drunk or too busy making out with someone to even bother talking to her. Then, she would steal her brother’s cellphone and read his texts. It was the only way to really figure everything out.

8:27 pm, Sophomore Party

Y/N’s heart jumped with excitement as the thumping steady beat of music reached her ears. She gasped as she hid her bike in the bushes next to the huge house in front of her. So this was what a high school party looked like.

Slurred conversations between drunk teenagers could be heard from miles away, the music was so loud she could feel the rhythm seep through her body and the stench of alcohol, sweat and stuff she’d rather not think about immediately filled her nostrils as she walked inside the mansion, bumping against people trying to shove their way through the tight crowd. Y/N tensed when she recognized Jackson in the corner of the main room surrounded by his lacrosse buddies and she backed out of it, opting for the kitchen instead. Contrary to her hopes, it was just as crowded in there as it was in the hallway and she had trouble walking around without risking getting walked over and pushed aside.

Getting frankly frustrated with the lack of mobility in the room, she huffed and pushed back against the asshole who’s back was pressed against her small body. The guy turned around and she turned beet red when she realized it was none other than Stiles in the flesh.

“Oh crap…”

“Y/N what are you doing here?”

“I’m n-not, I’m not here,” she stuttered as she tried to move away.

“And I’m Santa Claus,” he replied sarcastically. “Seriously, did your mom let you come here?”

“Um, I don’t, uh I-,” she tried to form full words but the absurd volume of the music was so high she could barely hear herself and she groaned harshly. “Just, come here,” she yelled before grabbing his wrist and pulling him out of the room with all her might. She practically shoved him in the back of the hall and sighed a little, the noise just a little lower there.

“I’m here but Scott can’t know.”

“Why not?”

“Because-…” Y/N turned her head and noticed the new girl in the main room dancing next to Scott. “-because Scott’s on a date, and I wanted to see the girl.”

“Right, Allison…”

“Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he said quietly, his eyes never leaving the afore-mentioned brunette. Y/N looked back and squinted at her, then turned back to Stiles and her eyes widened.

“Oh my god.”

“What?” His attention immediately was brought back to her and she stared at him, her mouth wide open in shock.

“You like her!”

“What?”

“You like her! That’s why you guys have been so secretive, Scott and you have a crush on that girl and you guys didn’t want to tell me there’s tension between the two of you! You like her!”

“I-I’ve never even talked to her, I don’t like her!”

“Then why are you looking at her like that?”

“I’m not, I’m looking at Scott.”

“Scott? Why are you looking at Scott?”

“No reason, just forget it okay? I gotta go.”

“Stiles! Stiles!” she yelled after him, but he didn’t turn around as he walked out onto the patio.

“Fuck me…” she said angrily as she looked at his back swaying slightly.

“Oh baby, I’d love to…”

She immediately jumped and swiveled around, backing against the wall as she came face to face with a tall and bulky blond guy who looked way over sixteen years old. She cowered a little and tried to walk away but he placed both palms against the wall on either side of her head, closing in on her.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked angrily as she attempted to push him away, the action done in vain.

“Oh come on baby, you look like a deer in headlights,” he murmured huskily, his face inches from hers. His breath reeked of cheap beer and vodka and she winced when she felt his hands rest on her hips. Immediately, she tried to grab his hand and push him off of her but he was way too strong and heavy for her to fight. Still, she struggled against him as he started sucking on the tender skin of her neck and her heart stopped. This had gotten way too real, way too fast and she had trouble breathing as he dragged his lips roughly on her collarbone and tugged at her sweater. Then in a flash, he was pushed off of her and she wheezed, finally realizing that her lack of breathing had been due to his crushing weight pressed against her. Opening her eyes as she tried to catch her breath, she saw Scott standing in front of her and pressing the drunk bastard who had been feeling her up against the back wall of the hall. She gasped as the saw her aggressor struggle behind Scott’s white-knuckled hands and her eyes opened wide when she realized that her brother didn’t even seem like he was having trouble handling the guy.

Suddenly, he stopped and groaned. Her heart sank but the poor guy was terrified and he ran off, leaving her and Scott semi-alone if it wasn’t for the majority of the party guests. He groaned again, only this time, his hand flew to the staircase railing behind him in order to steady himself.

“Scott?” she asked worriedly, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him a little. He groaned again, but it didn’t sound like it usually did, instead, it sounded like a faint growl. Y/N’s eyes widened as he pressed a hand against his mouth and pushed her away from him, heading in the direction of the front door.

“Scott!” she yelled after him, trying to push past the crowd. She then heard Stiles’ voice over the noise too, calling his name as well. Fiercely, she shoved people away and made her way through, immediately running after her brother.

“Scott!” she shouted after him as he slammed the door of their mother’s car shut and drove off in a fury. She rushed to her bike and rode as fast as she could to her house, ignoring the people sending her confused looks and glances.

9:38 pm, McCall House

“Scott?” yelled Y/N as she slammed the front door shut hurriedly. She ran up the stairs, her eyes straining to see the steps through the darkness.

“Scott! Scott what is going on with you? Scott! Answer me! Sco-…” she stopped dead in her tracks as she came face to face with his bedroom door, the sound of growling and groans coming from inside the room. Her fingers trembled as she slowly turned the doorknob, an awful pit in her stomach making her feel terribly uneasy. The door opened slowly and her entire body went cold when she saw Scott half-dressed, sitting in his bathtub, water pouring down his shaking body. Only he wasn’t the Scott she knew. He was a monster.

Brownish claws protruded from out his fingertips and his eyes were glowing, a goldish yellow burning deep into Y/N’s. His ears were pointy and hairy, so was his face and sharp fangs peeking through his mouth glistened as he looked up at her, the light coming from the lamp in the bathroom shining down on his changing body. She backed away, her eyes never leaving his as his chest heaved. He slowly got up and snarled at her then abruptly lowered his head and groaned loudly, the human side of him resurfacing for a few seconds. Scott dropped to the floor and yelled out as if someone was driving a knife in his side. Y/N’s walls immediately crumbled down and she rushed to his side, falling to her knees and wrapping her arms around her brother.

“Get away from me!” he yelled in an inhuman voice, baring his teeth. Instantly, Y/N fell back and shuffled on the floor until her back hit the tiled wall. He was unrecognizable to her, his kind and gentle expression completely annihilated, instead replaced by an animalistic snarl that terrified her to the bone. She was too scared to talk, or even to move, simply staring at him in shock and utter bewilderment. Suddenly, a loud and hasty knock interrupted his growling and he seemed to snap out of it, jumping up and half-blocking the door as Stiles’ head poked in.

“Go away.”

“Scott, it’s me. Let me in, Scott. I can help,” said Stiles worriedly.

“No! Listen, you gotta find Allison.”

Y/N looked up at Stiles’ face and her eyes welled up, fear rippled through her veins as she realized that he knew.

“She’s fine, all right? I saw her get a ride to the party. She’s totally fine!” Stiles shook his head as he tried to convince his friend to let him in. Then his eyes rested on her.

She was slightly wet, having just hugged her very wet brother, her eyes were reddish with worry and fright, her lips were swollen and she had never looked so afraid. Stiles went ballistic.

“Open the door! Scott, open this fucking door, right now! I swear to god, I can help okay, just open the fucking door!” he yelled as he pushed all of his weight against the door as hard as he could. Scott refused and pushed back, his strength tripled.

“Scott please, open the door! I can help, we can just-”

“It’s Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He’s the one who bit me. He’s the one that killed the girl in the woods!” exclaimed Scott and Stiles immediately stilled.

“Scott- Derek’s the one who drove Allison from the party.”

Scott growled loudly and shut the door before swiftly walking towards his bedroom window before jumping out of it.

“Scott?”

Stiles opened the door as fast as possible and knelt down in front of a shaking Y/N when he realized Scott was gone.

“Oh my god, Blue, I am so sorry,” he said as he shook his head, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her in. She went limp in his arms and the shock slowly wearing off, she started sobbing, fat tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as she tugged at him.

“Blue, listen to me, we have to go, okay? Can you stand? Please, be strong, for me, for me, get up, okay Blue?”

He helped her up but her legs were trembling so bad she immediately fell back down and cried out, hundreds of ineffable emotions washing over her in a heartbeat.

“Blue, please I can’t just leave you here, be strong for me, please get up,” he pleaded and if she hadn’t know any better, she’d have thought his voice was cracking under the strangling pain of seeing her fall apart like that. With all her might, she forced her legs to cooperate and she stood, with Stiles’ help of course. He draped his arm around her waist and helped her down the stairs as quickly as possible, all the while making sure she could follow his rapid pace. Finally exiting the now empty house, Stiles sat her down in the passenger seat of his mother’s old jeep and squeezed her hand as she just stared ahead, not knowing how to respond to the situation at all. The engine started.

10:26 pm, Argent House

Stiles stopped his car in front of the large house Y/N had seen just a couple of hours ago, before her whole world turned upside down.

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back okay? Everything’s gonna be okay,” he said softly as he squeezed her hand again and looked her in the eyes, as if trying to convince himself. He left the car and ran up to the front door, pressing multiple times on the doorbell. A red-haired woman opened the door and looked him up and down. As far as Y/N could tell from afar, her best friend was saying something to the middle-aged owner of the house, probably rambling too according to the look on said owner’s face. That was when the brunette he was looking for appeared in the doorway and placed a delicate hand on the lady’s shoulder who was probably her mother and told her to go away; she did. Stiles stood there for a few minutes and she nodded a couple of times, eventually bidding him a good night and closing the large door in front of him. Stiles walked back towards the jeep and leaned against the door, right next to Y/N who’s state was slightly more composed. He took out his phone and called Scott.

No answer.

He tried again but to no avail and after a couple more times, he gave up, turning back to her. She had stopped crying but her expression was unreadable. He held out his hand through the open window and she took it which made the corners of his lips mouth quirk up slightly.

“What the hell was that?” she asked him coldly.

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