My Brother's a What?
Title: My Brother's a What?
Chapter: Two
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Characters: OC, Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilisnki, Derek Hale
Rating: Not really sure - PG/PG-13
Disclaimer: MTV and Jeff Davis
Spoilers: Season 2, Episode 2
Summery: What if Isaac Lahey had a sister?...Well, now he does! Annabeth Lahey was ten years old when her brother was turned into a werewolf and these are the events that follow..... I know the summery sucks, but I promise the story is better if you give it a read.
It was later in the day and the station had been oddly quite for at least two hours when Annabeth went out in search of the sheriff again. This time, she had just stepped inside the sheriff’s office when she overheard the news.
“The scene was a mess. There wasn’t an inch of the vehicle that wasn’t covered in blood. The driver’s side door had been ripped clear off. One of his arms was missing and found in the back seat. His heart was also ripped out and shoved in the guys’ mouth. I’m telling you, I’m going to have nightmares for a month,” a deputy told the sheriff, his face an off-green color.
“How did we find this again?” the sheriff asked, typing away on his computer.
“An old lady was walking pass the ally when she saw the car was still on. She walked right up to it and just screamed. Someone nearby called 911. When we got to scene, someone noticed Lahey’s plates on the car.” The deputy brought a hand up to wipe away some moisture on his brow. “I know that Lahey was a piece of work - the guy beat his kids senseless nearly every day, for crying out loud! - but no one deserves what happened to him.”
The sheriff hummed noncommittally before sighing. “The only person with motive would be the kid, Isaac, but I don’t see that boy as a murderer. It looks like we’ll have to ring him in for questioning.”
Annabeth gasped, her hands flying to her mouth and her eyes wide with fear.
The sheriff turned to the doorway and sighed. “Annabeth, you weren’t supposed to hear that.”
Still, she just stood there, her hands over her mouth. She was in shock. It wasn’t that her father was dead - no, she was glad the S.O.B was gone. It was that they thought her brother could do such a thing. Isaac wouldn’t hurt a fly! And if they arrested him, what would happen to her? She would be put in foster care and no one would want to take care of murderer’s sister in fear for their life! The entirety of her possible future flashed before her eyes and it made her want to weep with sorrow.
As Annabeth over analyzed what would become of her, a few words that passed between the sheriff and his deputy made it into her mind, but she ignored them until it was mentioned that they would have to go down to the high school to pick him up - and not for the reason they originally intended.
“I want to go with you!” Annabeth nearly shouted as the sheriff and his deputy tried to pass her out of the office.
“Annabeth, I don’t think -” the sheriff sighed.
“I want to go with you,” she stated, much quieter this time. There were tears in her eyes as she went on, “I want to see my brother. I need to see Isaac. He’s all I have; he’s all I ever had. Please.”
Again, the sheriff sighed. He really did that a lot, Annabeth was beginning to realize which was just a regular sigh and which was a sigh of defeat. This one was defiantly one in defeat.
Annabeth soon in the backseat of the sheriff’s patrol car as they made their way to Beacon Hill High. She had never been to the high school before since she was still in elementary school. She always pictured it to be like a grand castle on top of a hill, protecting all that entered. When they got there, her dreams where crushed into tiny bite sized pieces.
The school was just a normal building on top on a slight hill surrounded by the forest that seemed to encase the entire town. There was nothing fancy about the place, except for maybe the Porsche that was parked next to the bike rack.
They parked as close as they could to the fields just to the side of the school where it looked like the lacrosse team was practicing during lunch. The sheriff kept his hand on Annabeth’s shoulder to keep her from running of toward her brother.
As they walked closer to the field, Annabeth saw whoever was in the goal run and smash into the player coming at him. It looked like it hurt. After the goalie got back to his position and a whistle was blown after some yelling, the goalie ran out again and into the next player.
Now, Annabeth didn’t know much about lacrosse, or anything at all about the sport, but she knew goalies weren’t supposed to do that.
Annabeth watched as someone walked away from the line of players, not wanting to be shamed into the ground most likely, and the person behind him step up. As the whistle was blown once more, the boy ran at the goalie with such power that they went flying in the air. She noticed the number on the back of the boy’s jersey was the same as her brother’s.
Maneuvering herself away from the sheriff’s grip, Annabeth ran toward the two boys that where down on the field calling out her brother’s name with tears in her eyes.
Isaac got off the ground and was bombarded with the force of a ten year old wrapping her arms around him. He huffed out a laugh.
“Annie, what are you doing here?” Isaac asked, pulling away from the hug to look at his sister. “Are you all right?”
“I missed you, Isaac,” Annabeth smiled. “Don’t leave me again. Please, don’t.”
Isaac wrapped his arms around her once more. “I promise.”
The sheriff cleared his throat behind him. Isaac turned around, Annabeth still in his arms. “Can we talk to you, son?”
Isaac looked up at the two deputies behind him and nodded. They walked to the opposite side of the field with the coach to talk. Annabeth kept herself at Isaac’s side the entire time, holding him like he would disappear.
The sheriff informed the teen of what happened after he had run out of his house the night before and that their father was found dead and that is was obviously murder. They led Isaac back into the school and to the boy’s locker room so he could change out of his uniform. The sheriff had to pry Annabeth off her brother for him to go in to change. Afterward, the sheriff led them back to the patrol cars, cuffed Isaac and put in the backseat. Annabeth ran around to the other side of the car and got in the back with her brother, where she then re-attached herself to him, ignoring the sheriff and one of his men as they walked back up to the school.
“I missed you Isaac,” she whispered. “I was so scared. I thought dad was going to kill you.”
“I’m all right now, Annie.” He smiled down at her, but it was strained. “I was worried about you the whole night. I wish I was with you. I didn’t know if dad went back to the house after I lost him. I didn’t know what happened to you.”
“I stayed at the sheriff’s house!” she told him happily. “He’s really nice. He tried to get me to smile all the time. I wish our dad was like him.”
Isaac nodded and grunted.
Annabeth barely noted as the sheriff entered the car and started to drive away.
Time seemed to fly after they arrived back at the station. Isaac was put into the one holding cell that was rarely used because it was reserved for murder suspects and other violent offender. Annabeth nearly threw a fit at being separated from her brother, but Isaac just knelt down to be eye to eye with her and said everything would be fine. The sheriff had to escort the teary eyed girl from the cell room and down to his office where he placed her on the sofa that was up against one of the walls. He pulled an old throw over her and let her drift off.
Ever since, Annabeth was asleep. A loud bang woke her from her slumber. Quickly, the girl ran to the sheriff’s desk and hid under it. She covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her labored breathing as someone limped into the room and opened the safe by the wall. A few moments later there was a sound of rattling keys and the person limped out of the office. Not long after did another person rush to the safe, only to find the keypad broken. The person whispered “Oh, no…” before rushing back out.
Annabeth crawled out from under the desk in time to see the Stiles running out of the room. In a quick moment of bad judgment, Annabeth followed the teen out of the office and down the hall. As she was about to turn a corner she heard Stiles’ voice and she stopped.
“Oh, um…Just lookin’ for, um,” Stiles fumbled to say. There was a moment of silence and then, “Oh, shhii -”
There was a scuffle and the sound of someone being dragged down the hall while fighting for their freedom.
Just as Annabeth turned the corner, she saw Stiles being dragged by a man dressed as a deputy down the hall, a hypodermic needle held to his neck. In Stiles’ fumbling to get away from the man, he pulled the fire alarm, setting off a high pitched sound.
Surprised, Annabeth followed the man and Stiles into the holding room, just in time to see the man drop Stiles to the ground.
Annabeth looked for her brother in his cell and found it empty, the door half off its hinges.
Suddenly, the man was attacked by a snarling man/beast. Annabeth screamed as the sudden attack, not noticing Stiles scrambled behind the desk. She watched with fearful eyes as the man/beast slammed the deputy’s head against the wall, knocking him out.
Someone pushed passed Annabeth, firmly stepping on the forgotten hypodermic needle, crushing it with a sense of finality.
Annabeth looked up at the man/beast to see it was her brother, his face distorted, his eyes bright yellow and his teeth elongated with menacing canines. She was frozen with shock and terror.
Her brother - her amazing brother, the only one that ever really took care of her - was a monster.
Isaac advanced and turned his attention to Stiles, who tried his hardest to melt into the wall to get away from the thing approaching him. Before he could take a step, though, the man who had pushed past her roared at Isaac, his eyes bright red and his teeth just like her brothers.
Isaac threw himself against the wall near the deputy, shaking with fear of the man who roared at him. When he turned his face back, it was normal. Annabeth noticed he was drenched in sweat and his eyes were filled with dread. She knew that feeling all too well.
“How did you do that?” Stiles asked the man.
The man turned to Isaac and said, “I’m the Alpha,” as if it meant a great deal.
After Isaac was able to get a hold of himself he got off the floor and took a hesitant step toward his sister. Annabeth squeaked in fear and ran to Stiles, bearing her head in his chest. She heard Isaac stifle a pained sigh before he and the man turned to leave.
“We’ve got to get up, Annabeth,” Stiles nudged her. “Come on, up we go.”
Annabeth slowly got to her feet, holding onto Stiles even as he walked into the center of the room to survey the damage done.
Suddenly the fire alarm cut off and the sheriff walked into the room, followed by a few deputies. He never seemed to go anywhere without one or two at his side, Annabeth reflected as the man raised an eyebrow at his son.
“Uh…He did it,” Stiles accused, pointing a finger at the man lying on the floor after looking back at the empty cell behind him.
The sheriff hummed noncommittally before pointing for Stiles to leave. “And take Annabeth with you.”
Stiles led Annabeth to his beat up baby blue jeep and drove them back to his place. Upon arrival, Annabeth wouldn’t leave the teen’s side forcing him to sigh and awkwardly lead her to his room.
Annabeth let out a scream as she saw her brother and the man in Stiles’ room. Stile backtracked himself, letting out an “Oh my God” before pushing Annabeth behind him.
“I don’t think you should be here,” Stiles informed the intruders after he gained some composure.
“I came to talk to my sister,” Isaac said, stepping forward a bit. The other man just rolled his eyes and took a seat at Stiles’ desk chair. Annabeth cringed away from the movement, grabbing hold of the back of Stiles’ shirt. Suddenly she was reminded of a time where it was once Isaac she stood behind, clutching at his shirt as she cringed away from their father.
“Obviously, she doesn’t want to talk to you,” Stiles retorted.
Isaac sighed in wounded defeat, and Annabeth’s heart sunk knowing she caused her brother pain. “I just…I want to explain to her…tell her why I chose to accept the bite. I just want my sister. I need to talk to her. She’s all I have; she’s all I ever had. Please.”
Again, Annabeth was reminded of what she told the sheriff earlier in the day so she could see her brother.
Monster or no monster, Isaac was still her brother and they were all they had in the world. It was her responsibility to talk to her brother and resolve whatever issues they had, otherwise they had no one left. With that firmly in mind, Annabeth tentatively stepped out from behind Stiles to look at her brother. She nodded at him and slowly walked to Stiles’ bed to sit down.
“Annie,” Isaac whispered as he sat next to her, not close enough to touch, but far enough away to give her some space. “You are all I have left in the world, and I need you to understand that I did this to protect you.”
“Did you kill dad?” she quietly asked.
“No,” he replied. “No matter how much I hated the man, I would never kill him.”
“What are you?”
Isaac sighed. “Derek.” he motioned to the other man in the room. “He offered me something that would help me protect you and the night I ran off, dad saw. Derek said that this gift he could give me would make me stronger and faster and heal quicker, but it does come with a price, but I took it anyway because I love you, Annie. I love you and I would give up everything to make sure you were happy and safe. So Derek bit me and I turned. What dad saw was me healing from a cut on my face and I was so afraid that he would try to beat me just to see it again.”
There was silence one more before Annabeth repeated, “What are you?”
“Werewolf,” Stiles supplied. “Your brother’s a werewolf and Derek’s his Alpha.”
The silence that followed crackled with tension as they all watched for some sort of reaction of the ten year old girl.
“My brother’s a what?
The End…
Or Is It…?