Notes: Okay, this is a quick speed writing exercise. I've been incredibly busy with exams recently, and I'm probably only going to be able to update Spinning Into Place maybe once a week. So to keep the creative juices flowing, I decided to create a speed writing project for myself so that every day I write a little something short. Quick and unedited, so all mistakes are 100% my own. Enjoy!
Derek and Cora were walking through a park slowly, admiring the scenery. For the first time in what felt like years, Derek was able to sit back and just walk instead of running for his life. He was able to appreciate the feeling of the sun warming his skin, and the feeling of being at home, just walking stride by stride with a member of his family.
"You know why I wanted to come here?" Derek asked her. She looked up at him. "Because it's a place of restoration."
"Fitting", she said, smiling. "You know who would have loved Machu Picchu? Laura." He nodded silently. "It'll never be okay that she's gone, Derek. We're never going to get back what we lost, but at least there's something left."
"We're both alive", he told her. "That's what matters."
His phone beeped, and Cora pulled it out of his pocket. "Funny that he never says anything", she told him. "Got used to him not shutting up."
He rolled his eyes and took the phone from her hand, frowning at the screen. "It's Scott. He says that it's an emergency." Derek dialed the number, putting the phone on speakerphone so that Cora could listen in. Scott picked up on the first ring. "What happened?" He asked
"You need to get back to Beacon Hills", they heard Scott say over the phone.
"More specific, Scott", Cora answered before Derek could say anything.
"It's Stiles", Scott told him. "There's something wrong with him. Peter says that you're the only one who can help."
"Of course he did", Derek answered. "Whatever it is, it can't be me. I'm not an Alpha anymore, remember?"
"I've been an Alpha for two seconds in comparison to you. The power has to still be there somewhere. Cora never turned into an Alpha."
"What happened to Stiles?" It was more of a demand than a question.
"We don't know", Scott said over the phone. "He collapsed. Peter and Deaton think that he's trapped inside of his own mind, and that you're the only one who can get him out."
"How long?" Derek asked. There was silence over at the other end. "Scott', he repeated sternly. "How. Long.".
"Three days."
Derek looked over at Cora, who answered, "That's impossible."
"You're our last resort", Scott told him. "Spells, enchantments, rituals, Deaton tried it all. I tried to heal him, nothing worked."
"No, Scott", Derek answered. "It's impossible. Because Stiles sent me a blank text message three hours ago."
