Hey guys! Here's my Take Two I promised the readers of my fic 'Guts Over Fear'! I'm telling you now, i'm doing season 1 but taking my own spin on season 2, but Gerard will still come into it! I want to thank anyone who gave me ideas and have supported me during the wait! I really hope you enjoy as I worked really hard! Favourite, follow and review you beauties!

Derek, 22.

Ashlee, 21.

Stiles, Scott, Lydia etc, 16.

Ashlee's p.o.v

It's been a few years since i've been here in Beacon Hills, since i've been home. The roads are still the same, surrounded with lush forest at almost every turn. I stop at a service station to fill up my car and buy myself a bottle of water and a packet of salted peanuts. I thank the cashier, getting back into my car. I continue down the road, using my knees to keep the steering wheel steady as I open my bag of peanuts. I glance at my mirrors, my eyes catching a beautiful camaro pulling out behind me. Don't get me wrong, i'd prefer my mustang over that any day, but I have to appreciate something as mechanically well put together as the Chevrolet camaro. I continue down the roads, cruising. One hand on the wheel lazily, one hand putting peanuts into my mouth. I frown a little when I realise this camaro's been tailing me since I left the gas station. They've had several chances to overtake me, put the horsepower stuffed under that hood to good use. But the driver hasn't. I brush it off, they might be out cruising like I am. I smile, seeing one of my favourite turn-offs. The one that goes down to the back roads of Beacon Hills, the dirt roads. I grin, turning down it. I narrow my eyes when the camaro turns down too.Okay..they might be following me. I come my favourite long straight of dirt road. I slow to a stop. It's no suprise when the black camaro pulls up beside me, stopping right alongside me. I look over at the car, the tinted window coming down. A dark haired man with a gorgeous stubbled face, thick eyebrows and green eyes is looking at me. Wow..if he hadn't have been following me and smelt the way he does, I might actually attempt to make conversation. My window's already down so I just stare blankly the man.

"Can I help you?" I ask flippantly.

"Who are you?" he asks me, voice strong.

"Doesn't matter who I am wolf boy" I say. His eyes stay steady on me but his heart picks up in the slightest. "I know you've been following me for awhile. And you reek of dog" I tell him, still looking right at him.

"What are you?" he asks. I don't answer, just keep staring at the attractive man. "Tell me what and who you are" he growls, eyes turning blue. I flash mine green at him. Again, his eyes stay steady but heart picks up a little. "What the hell are you?" he asks again.

"This dirt road is exactly a quater" I say, turning back to look down the dirt stretch. This guy looks from me to the road and back at me again.

"You want me to race you?" he asks me, confused.

"If you win, i'll tell you who I am and what I am, no being difficult, i'll just tell you" I say. I turn to him, seeing he's interested. "But when I win, you tell me who you are. No difficulties, you just tell me" I say. I can tell he's a wolf, i'd know that smell anywhere. There were a couple wolves in my old pack. A couple werecoyotes too. Both species are quite familiar, mine's more different.

"When you win" he says, chuckling to himself. He revvs his camaro. I revv my mustang, locking eyes with the man. "1970 mustang. By sound alone, i'm assuming it's a 429 boss engine" he says. I smile at him, impressed. Alot of people can talk the ponycar talk but not walk the walk. "That's a rare car. How'd you manage to get your hands on one?"

"A knew a few people" I say vaguely. "Not such the useless dog as I thought" I say half-heartedly, not really meaning it. "Chevy Camaro. Definitely an SS" I say, talking about his car. "5th gen, 2010"

"You're right" he says, looking a little impressed himself.

"3 revvs, then i'm going for it" I tell him, looking at him. I raise my eyebrow slightly in challenge, taunting him to agree. If i'm coming back home, I want to know who this wolf is, and if he's a danger to me or my family.

"Looks like I am too" he says. I bring one hand to the top of my steering wheel, one to my stickshift. He nods. First revv. I narrow my eyes down the road. Second revv. Quater mile. Me and the road. Noone else. No wolf in a camaro. Just me. Just the road. That's all that matters. Third revv. Tires flick up dirt as we both take off. 2nd gear. 3rd. 4th. My 429 boss engine roars over the sound of his SS V8 engine. I smirk as I start to pass him. I'm a little suprised when he manages to catch up, face set hard. Looks like he wants answers himself. He must be from around here, must want to know who and what supernatural creature is stepping into his territory. The flick of red and blue lights from behind me and the whistle of the siren as I pass the hidden cop car has me cringing. I turn at look at the man beside me. He nods for me to follow him. Follow a wolf or get pulled over? I've done stupider things. I follow the wolf, swinging out and taking off down another dirt road.

"You got a plan?" I call out to the wolf, knowing he'll hear me.

"Yeah" he says. "Outrun them" he smirks, speeding past me. I put my foot to the floor, catching up to him. It's been awhile since I pushed my baby like this. By the loud roar of the engine, she likes it, I do too. I hear another siren behind us. We fly around another corner, only to be cut off. We both skid to a stop, blocked between two cop cars.

"Shit" I cuss. The dust settles and I hear a car door open. The man from the first police cruiser walks over to the camaro, looking inside. The officer sighs.

"I'll take care of this, you boys head back to the station" the man tells the other officers. I sigh in relief when they leave. I move to take off again, I can outrun one car. "Ashlee McCall, don't you dare move. You're in big trouble young lady" the man says. The wolf turns to me with wide eyes. Wait..I know that voice, and I know that threat. The officer turns around to face me, shaking his head in disappointment.

"John!" I yelp, diving out of the car.

"Ash, I just said-" I cut him off by hugging him tightly. He sighs and hugs me back. "I missed you kid" he smiles. We pull back and I grin widely at him.

"Damn, I missed you John" I smile. "Hey, you think you could maybe..let me off?" I ask him, giving him wide innocent eyes.

"Ash.." he sighs.

"It was that dick's fault" I say, pointing at the wolf.

"Derek's fault?" John asks.

"Who's Derek?" I ask.

"He's Derek" John tells me. This wolf, Derek, gets out, walking over to us. "You know him?" John asks me. I burrow my eyebrows, studying this Derek man. I shake my head.

"Not until 10 minutes ago" I say.

"Wait..you're the one Scott and Stiles talk about" Derek says. I turn to him, suprised he knows them. "You're Scott's older sister, aren't you?" Derek realises.

"How do you know my brother?" I ask him, not answering his question but by my question he can tell it's true.

"Hold on, we don't have time for this, you're both in trouble" John says.

"What? I need answers from this guy. You can't arrest me" I whine.

"Answers from me? I need answers from you, I would have won-" Derek starts.

"You? Win? Please" I scoff.

"Hey!" John says loudly. We both look at him. "2 other officers saw and chased you down, I have to take you in" John says.

"What? No!" I object.

"Ashlee, you're coming with me" John says. I shake my head stubbornly. "Do you want me to call your mother?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. I groan in frustration.

"No" I mumble. "They don't know i'm back yet. I'll do whatever, just don't tell her" I sigh. I've heard rumours of a new werewolf up and comer, the one and only Scott McCall. My brother. I had to come home, I have to know he's okay. Was I happy when I found out? Hell no. But I need to know he's okay so i'm putting that aside for now. Let's just hope my family will let me in the door first.

"Thank you. Now both of you, lock up your cars and come with me" John says. I go over to my car. I reach in and grab my pack of peanuts, locking my car behind me. Argh, I hate to leave it here. It's a nice enough town, i'm sure it'll be fine. If it's not..the outcome won't be nice for the person that touched my car. "Come on, I don't have all day" John says. I go over to the cruiser, getting in the backseat. I know this drill already. Derek gets in beside me, glaring in my direction. John gets in the front, bringing the car to life. He turns around and looks at us. I give him an innocent smile. He sighs, shaking his head again before turning back to the road and driving towards the station. Dammit.

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Well..this is strange. Derek and I sit in holding cells, the cells side by side. Apparently, starting a cop chase is enough to get us arrested for the night. I wish someone told me that before I did it. John tells us we're lucky we got off this easy. It's weirdly silent. Derek and I are the only ones in this cell block. I'm sitting on the floor, eating the remainder of my peanuts. John let me sneak them in. He's stricter with me than he used to be when i'd get in trouble with the law but he's not too strict, obviously. I look over at the wolf, finding him sitting on the bed, legs stretched out and ankles crossed. His got his arms crossed over his chest, staring blankly at the wall.

"Hey" I say. He turns his head to look at me, annoyed. "It's Derek, right?"

"Yeah" he nods.

"How do you know Scott?" I ask him.

"Well Ashlee, how about you tell me what are you first?" he asks. We glare at each other. I turn away from him, sighing. And it's silent again, for a good 5 minutes. I start tapping my fingers on the bars. From the corner of my eyes, I see Derek glance at me. I don't turn to him, I just keep tapping. He sighs, even more annoyed now. Good. I keep it up, enjoying his un-enjoyment. "We're sort of pack" he finally cracks. I turn back to him, stopping the tapping. "Sort of..not really. The alpha bit him, he's helping me find him. We don't know who he is when he's human" Derek tells me. I sigh. "What?" he asks.

"I heard rumours..about Scott being bitten. I was hoping it wasn't true, I knew deep down it was. I guess I just didn't want to believe it" I say. "Just tell me he's okay"

"He's coping, alot better than most would" Derek tells me. I nod, frowing. I find Derek's still looking at me.

"What?" I ask him, probably harsher than I should have.

"Are you going to answer my question now?" he asks. I sigh angerily, flashing my eyes at the wolf out of frustration. "Well?" he pushes, not phased by my half-shift.

"They call us..they call us the Nagual people" I tell him. Derek sits up, eyes narrowing at me.

"Aztec werejaguars?" he asks.

"Yeah" I say.

"Are you serious?" he asks.

"Yes" I say harshly. "I think i'd know what i've been for the past couple years"

"Can you..can you show me?" he asks, suprising me. "My mother told me about them, you. I've never come across one before" he says. "So could you? Show me?" he asks.

"Come on Derek, at least buy me dinner first" I tease. When he keeps watching me, I roll my eyes. I sigh and put my bag of peanuts on the bed. I stand up, taking a deep breath. It's my eyes first, the fangs and claws coming out next. A jaguar pattern comes down the sides of my chest and my shoulders. I've heard myths that the Nagual people's skin turns black when they shift and their faces are spotted with pattern. Not true. We get a strip of jaguar spots down the sides of our chests and shoulders and that's the only skin transformation. Derek's eyes widen a little. Our fangs are different to a wolves', our k-nines are sharper than that of a wolves but shorter. Our claws are fully black unlike the wolves. Derek's eyes flick all over me, studying. He inhales, taking in the scent and screwing his face up. Canines don't particularly like the smell of feline, same thing vice versa. "Stop that" I say, turning around and shifting back. I sit down in the far corner, facing away from him, leaning my head againist the bars.

"How'd you get like this?" he asks.

"I was travelling" I start, not facing the man. "And I was doing it alone. To clear my head, all the usual 'find yourself' crap all typical girls seem to go through" I say. "I made the mistake of entering an abandoned church called La Iglesia in Mexico" I tell him. "Torn apart by an earthquake. Turns out, it wasn't as abandoned as I thought"

"You walked into their den.. and their alpha bit you?" he guesses. I nod. "Well..Scott will be happy to see you. He talks about you sometimes, he misses you" Derek says. I don't know what exactly it was, but once he said that, something in me just snapped.

"And how the hell would you know?" I ask, turning to face the man. "You don't know me, you don't know my brother, you don't know my family. You don't know what you're talking about" I snap. I sigh sadly, leaning againist the bars, knees up. I didn't leave Beacon Hills on the best terms with my family. My father wasn't happy at all, not that he ever was happy with me, called me a waste of his time. My mother was in tears, stressed and over-worked with a 2 year old. Scott, only 14, cried and cried and begged me to stay but still I left. I left my family behind, for 2 years. I was so selfish. I don't blame them if they turn me around and send me on my way. I feel tears prick my eyes, quickly wiping them away. I'm not going to let myself cry in a holding cell. Especially not in front of a wolf. It's not going to happen. I hope they don't do that though, turn me away. I need to make ammends with them. I need to bury the hatchet. I love and miss my family. If they want to kick me to the curb after that..then i'll go. I owe them that much.

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