To Better The Shattered; Scott McCall [2] ✔

1.40 In Which They Are Restrained

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Maybe getting it on in the back of a car when supposed to be watching a homicidal lizard was an error in judgement for Ellie and Scott. After their intense conversation, it just sort of happened - they probably would've stayed the entire night sleeping there if Stiles hadn't woken them up.

Disgust clouded over his features for a moment when he saw them curled together intimately, but Ellie figured that he ignored the situation for his own benefit and continued to complain about their inability to 'do anything right'.

Sighing, Ellie said: "I have to tell Uncle Chris." Scott didn't reply, only frowned in consideration. "He's going to kill someone," she added, "Chris is an experience hunter - he'll be able to cope better than we will."

"Okay." The werewolf said eventually, "Okay, tell him. Tell him everything."

"Scott... I think we've got to tell mine, too," Stiles added. "He doesn't know what he's dealing with."

Scott's shoulders drooped. "This is all my fault."

"No! No, it isn't, Scott." Ellie shook her head earnestly, "If it's anyone's, it's Derek's. He's the one who bit Jackson. But we have to tell them; we're just a bunch of teenagers, we can't handle this by ourselves."

"Okay," Scott replied.

Ellie turned to Stiles. "How are you going to make your dad believe all of this? I don't even believe it half the time and I'm a part of it!"

"I don't know," Stiles shuffled his feet. "But he has to know. It's not safe otherwise."

Scott turned around, nodding, eyes flashing gold. "He'll believe me."

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Ellie decided not to go with the boys to the police station, instead intent on returning home and informing Allison what was going on - maybe telling Chris against her boyfriend's wishes.

The house was dark when she got back, her aunt and uncle either out or asleep, and the sound of faint voices was emanating from her cousin's room. Cautiously, she peeked her head through the door, relaxing when she saw Allison and Lydia sat together.

"What's going on?" Ellie asked softly. The girls were staring at the computer screen in the corner of the room, Allison seeming enraptured in whatever Lydia was doing.

Allison didn't turn around to answer. "Lydia's translating that thing for, um, that lesson. You know, the archaic Latin text."

"Ooh," the shorter girl said, leaning down to watch what Lydia was doing - which wasn't entirely interesting; she was just scrolling down the page disinterestedly and flicking her eyes over the text. "Do you, um, understand it?"

"Yes," Lydia sniffed. "Now shush, I need to concentrate."

Ellie did as she was told, until the strawberry blonde suddenly stopped, squinting. "This says that 'the kanima seeks a master'. Does that mean anything to you?"

"Are you - are you sure? Miss Morrell said that that word means friend; 'the kanima seeks a friend'." Allison said desperately, sharing a horrified look with her cousin.

"She was wrong," Lydia told them definitively. "It means master."

"The kanima seeks a master," Ellie repeated.

Lydia stood up, looking bored. "Is that important."

Yes, Ellie thought miserably. Very Important.

"Someone's not protecting him," Allison said.

Ellie finished, "Someone's controlling him."

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