Normally when friends make up after a fight they go to the arcade or go shopping, unfortunately Daire's friends weren't normal. After Scott apologized for his behavior during the full moon the teens were enlisted to help a certain sour wolf. So now Daire is currently sitting in the back seat of said sour wolfs camaro and is being chased by her werewolf hunting family.

Scott was driving the car with Stiles riding shotgun yelling smart-ass remarks about Scott driving too slowly. Daire turned around in her seat, peering out the window. With her eyes narrowed she could barely make out the features of her mother. Well shit, she thought. Her mother was probably one of the most driven werewolf hunters in her entire family, the best being her grandfather.

" Hey Scott, just letting you know my mother is about to ram into us so you might want to pick it up a bit," she yelled from the back.

Scott quickly looked in the rearview mirror, "Faster?"

"Much faster," Stiles agreed. Scott nodded nervously, shifting into the next gear.

Even though the car indeed went faster, Kate wasn't fazed and was again on their tail. At this point Daire was worried that her mother would actually catch them, she didn't want to die tonight.

Stiles repeatedly kept turning around from the window to the front of the car, "Scott, I really don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase," he panicked

"If I go any faster, I'll kill us," Scott replied agitated.

Daire leaned forward, " Scott, if you don't go any faster my mom will kill us!"

Grimacing Scott went into the next gear, the cars speed increasing. Daire looked back out the window, as they turned right, Kate's SUV went left and disappeared.
"Fuck," she muttered.

"What?" Stiles asked nervously.

Daire turned around to face her friends, "She's gone, she must have figured it out we aren't Derek"

The boys looked at her uneasily, Stiles slipped a police radio out of his pocket How he had a police radio Daire didn't know nor did she want to.

"All units suspect is on foot heading into the iron works," the officer said.

"Scott this is when you step on it" Daire said moving over in her seat so Stiles could join her in the back when they picked up Derek.

Minutes later, Scott was flooring it through the iron works. The flash of light shot of a fire escape caught their attention. Scott slammed on the breaks. Derek Hale began running to the car.

"Get in," Stiles shouted to Derek as he opened the passenger door. As Derek got in Stiles toppled into the backseat. The passenger door didn't even close before the car began speeding down the road.

Derek slammed his fist against the dashboard in frustration.

"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott yelled at him, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Damn it, I had him!" Derek bellowed, hitting his car again.

"Who? The Alpha?" Stiles asked, wedging himself in the space between Scott and Derek's seats.

"Yes! He was right in front of me and the frigging police showed up!" He snarled in response.

"Whoa, hey. They're just doing their jobs," Stiles defended.

Derek shot him a look, which made Stiles shrink back into his seat. Derek then turned his attention to Scott, "Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state."

"Can we get past that?" Scott cried. "I made a dumbass mistake, I get it."

"Alright!" Stiles interrupted. He directed his attention to the leather clad werewolf, "How did you find him?"

Derek scoffed causing Stiles to roll his eyes.

"Do you want to try trusting us for once in your life?" Stiles practically moaned.

Derek shot him another look causing Stiles to push Daire closer to the werewolves, " Or just Scott and Daire, I'll be back here"

Daire offered an eye roll and a small smile before Derek began talking again," The last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things: the first was a guy named Harris."

Daire couldn't help but moan and face palm, of course her evil chemistry teacher was involved, why wouldn't he be?

"Our chemistry teacher?" she asked her head still in her hands.

"Why him?" Scott asked confused.

"I...I don't know yet," Derek faltered angrily.

"What's the second?" Daire asked.

Derek leaned forward, rifling through his pockets. He pulled out a piece of paper, unfolding it. Revealing a symbol that was very familiar to Daire. "Some kind of symbol."

Stiles looked at it confused, Scott looked shocked and Daire well Daire was pretty sure the shit pot had officially exploded.

"What?" Derek asked Scott and Daire, noticing their expressions. "You know what this is?"

" Yeah, it's a symbol relating to my family." Daire explained. "Its also on a necklace"

"Allison's necklace" Scott said.

☾

At school the next day, Scott wouldn't shut up about Allison and the necklace.

"This is going to be impossible you know," Scott said, slightly out of breath from his rant.

Daire and Stiles followed him through the door, "It cant be that hard" Stiles said

Scott turned to Daire with the puppy dog pout, "Cant you get it? You live with her"

"Oh hell no, I've been disowned. If my mom gave that necklace to Allison, then I defiantly can't even touch the thing" Daire explained hoping that the boys wouldn't make her jeopardize her new found freedom for a piece of jewelry.

"Just ask if you can borrow it," Stiles told him.

"How?" Scott exclaimed.

"Its easy. Just say 'hey Allison can I borrow you necklace? See If there's anything on it... or in it that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf so I can kill him in order to get back together with you?'"

Daire couldn't help but look at Stiles if he became mental, "Really dumbass?"

"It's worth a shot," he shrugged.

"You're not helping!" Scott groaned at Stiles.

"Look, just talk to her" Daire sighed.

"She wont talk to me," he replied. "God, what if she only takes it off in the shower or something?"

"That's why you," Stiles began, trying to get Scott's attention. "That's why you ease back into it. Try to remind her of the good times. And then you ask for the necklace."

Daire looked at Scott who had a faraway expression on his face.

"Your thinking about her in the shower aren't you?" Stiles smacked his arm.

"Yeah," Scott said, still in a daze.

"Dude that's my cousin, and I didn't have to know what goes on in that perverted mind of yours" Daire said sticking her tongue out

"Alright, look. Just stay focused. Get the necklace, get the Alpha, get cured and get Allison back. In that order okay?" Stiles told him, before they split up and went off to their classes.

☾
At lunch Daire sat down next to Stiles and Scott, "What's wrong?" she asked when she saw their upset faces.

"Jackson knows about Scott" Stiles plainly said.

"What the hell? Are you sure?" Daire asked shocked.

Stiles nodded his head and continued eating.

"He's watching us," Scott mumbled. Seeing Stiles confused look he added, "Jackson, he's watching us."

Daire looked around until her eyes landed on Jackass. He gave her a cocky smile and a little wave. Daire being the lady she is, raised one dark purple polished finger. Seeing his smile falter to a grimace she smiled and returned to eating lunch.

"What's wrong?" Stiles whispered.

"Jackson's talking to me, he knows I can hear him," Scott whispered.

"Look at me," Scott ordered quietly. "Just talk to me, act normal, pretend like nothings happening! Say something, talk to me!"

Stiles spastically threw his arms up. "I cant think of anything my minds completely blank!" he said a paranoid expression on his face.

"Your minds blank?" Scott scoffed and turned to me, "what about you?"

" Well, a new chapter of Fairy Tail was released and now I really want to know what happened between Mavis and Zeref and how Mavis is now Lumen Histoire and what exactly E.N.D is and-"

Daire was cut off by Stiles, "We don't know what your talking about Daire and FYI he's gone"

Daire huffed and looked down at her food, "stupid head" she muttered. It's not her fault her friends haven't discovered one of the best manga's ever.

Zoning out thinking about Fairy Tail, Daire didn't realize that Jackson was still tormenting Scott until he suddenly growled out.

Looking over at Scott, Daire could see him gripping his water bottle tightly and it started shaking. The plastic crackling while he brought it up to his lips.

"Scott, come on. You cant let him have this kind of power over you, okay?" Stiles said.

Scott wasn't paying any attention to Stiles's warning as his hands clenched his lunch tray. His eyes suddenly narrowed and his jaw was clenched in a deadly scowl.

Daire and Stiles were silent as Scott snapped the tray in half.

☾

Daire went to Stiles house after school for help on her chemistry; she was also avoiding her family as much as possible. She headed to his bed while Stiles went to the computer. As she sat down on the bed something in the corner caught her eye.

Derek Hale was casually standing in Stiles bedroom.

" To be honest life would be much easier if you would act less stalkerish" Daire commented.

Derek shrugged, his gaze locked on Stiles.

"Who the hell are you talking to?" Stiles asked, not looking up from his computer.

Daire was about to answer that Mr. I don't like 5sos was currently in his bedroom but was cut off.

"Hey Stiles!" Mr. Stilinski yelled, the sound of his boots climbing up the stairs.

Stiles whirled around, "You Da-Derek?"

Hastily Derek put a finger to his lips and pointed angrily at the door.

Stiles scrambled to beat his dad to the door way and shut the door behind him. Daire let out a laugh before grabbing her chemistry binder and a manga she was currently reading.

"You know getting a cell phone would be more benifical than breaking and entering" she told Derek opening her chem binder.

" Who says I don't have a cell phone" he replied

" What? Don't tell me you just enjoy committing felonies" she looked up at the werewolf in front of her, "And I want your number"

The sour wolf actually cracked a small smile, well smirk and shook his head.

Stiles reentered the room after a few moments only to be slammed up against the wall by Derek.

"If you say one word-" Derek began

"What, like 'hey dad, Derek Hale is in my room, bring your gun'?" Stiles retorted. "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, its my house my rules buddy."

Derek stared at him for a moment, before wordlessly agreeing. He let his grip go and pulled at his jacket. Stiles laughed and pulled at Dereks jacket in return. He walked back to the computer when Derek feinted at him.

"Oh my god," Stiles said as he jumped, Daire couldn't help but laugh. He glared back at the curly haired girl. "I'm glad you're amused by this."

Daire shrugged and went back to chemistry.

"So, Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked as Stiles sat down.

"No, he's still working on it. But there's something else we can try."

Derek made a 'what?' gesture.

"The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."

"So?"

"It wasn't Scott," Daire continued. "Remember? You were being a jackass and broke his phone"

"Well, can you find out who sent it?" Derek asked.

"No, not us. But we think we know someone who can," Stiles said.

☾

"You want me to do what?" Danny asked.

Stiles sighed. "Trace a text."

"I came to do lab work. That's what lab partners do," Danny responded.

Stiles groaned. "And we will, once you trace the text."

"Please Danny?" Daire asked

He rolled his eyes, "What makes you think I know how?"

"Well," Stiles began awkwardly. "I looked up your arrest report."

"I-I was thirteen," Danny said, trying to defend himself, "They dropped the charges."

"Eh," Stiles replied.

"No, we're doing lab work."

Stiles looked exasperated and turned back to his computer.

"Who's he again?" Danny asked Stiles, looking back at Derek.

Stiles looked back at Daire for help. She made a 'this is all you' gesture

"That's..... uh, my cousin.... Miguel..." Stiles said.

Daire covered her laugh up with a cough, Miguel? Seriously??

Derek glared at him and then went back to his book. Actually it was the manga Daire brought with her but if he wanted to read it, why would she stop him? She had stupid chemistry to do anyways.

"Is that.... Blood on his shirt?"

Stiles looked back. " Oh, uh, yeah. He, uh, gets these really bad nosebleeds. Hey Miguel! I thought I told you that you could borrow one of my shirts."

Derek grimaced and snapped the manga shut before tossing it next to Daire.

He stood and pulled off his shirt.

" Fuck.......muscles" Daire muttered appreciatively.

"So, we both know you have the skills to trace that text," Stiles began lightly.

"Uh, Stiles," Derek interrupted, yanking on Stile's shirts. "This? No fit."

"Then try something else on," Stiles retorted.

Danny was ogling Derek.

Daire could appreciate some shirtless Derek, even though he wasn't the boy in her chem class that she currently was crushing on. Come on back muscles!

"Hey, that one looks pretty good," Stiles said as Derek pulled on a hideous striped shirt, "what do you think Danny?"

"The shirt?" Stiles asked innocently.

"It's .... It's not really his color," Danny mumbled as Derek yanked it off. Daire could see the blush rising on his cheeks.

"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you Danny boy?" Stiles smirked.

Danny rolled his eyes. "You're a horrible person."

"I know. It keeps me awake at night," Stiles said.

Daire went back to attempting to do chemistry, the longer it took for Stiles to get Danny to trace that text the longer she has to glare at her damn homework.

"Stiles!" Derek yelled. "None of these fit!"

Daire heard a sigh. "I'll need the ISP, the phone number and the exact time of text."

You gotta love muscles .