Danny Mehaelahni and Jackson Whittemore (18)
Honolulu, Hawaii
"I hate Hawaii, I don't want to live here anymore."
"Oh would you quit complaining, you've only lived here for a month, it might grow on you." Jackson didn't hate Hawaii, it was just different and different was a bad thing in his eyes. Back where he used to live in New York he was more important, more noticed, now he was just the new guy and he hated it. When his family had first talked about moving he was scared. He didn't want to leave the city, it was his home, had been for eighteen years and when they arrived he just felt like he didn't fit in at all.
But Danny helped that, he was the first person to speak to him at school, he'd lived in Hawaii his whole life so he helped show him round everywhere. It was a great help and now he was the only friend that he had, which he was grateful for, he helped him feel like he could fit in with everyone else.
They were currently at Jackson's house, He was lying on the bed, complaining (as usual) about his life in general and Danny was sat on the chair at his desk mostly ignoring him, instead working on their last project before school was out.
"Why do you think no one likes me?" Jackson sat up on the bed, swinging his legs round over the edge.
"Probably because you act like a pretentious dick around everyone."
"No, Danny, I'm serious." Danny shut his laptop and span round in his chair to face him, seeing that the issue really seemed to be a problem for Jackson.
"Why do you care so much?" Jackson sighed and moved so that he was sat cross legged on the bed, his back up against the wall.
"I just do."
"I don't understand why you care so much."
"You wouldn't, no one's ever really talked to you anyway because you're..." Jackson cut himself off before he could finish his sentence, cautiously looking over at Danny to see his reaction.
"What, because I'm gay?" He shook his head, willing the conversation to divert to something else seeing that Danny was starting to get annoyed.
"No, I didn't-"
"Yes you did. You did mean it like that, that's probably why people don't like you because you never think before you speak. You never think that you might offend someone with what you say." Jackson knew that he had a point, he'd always had a problem with that but back home people didn't seem to mind it that much, people still liked him. He tried to stop it, like he'd tried just now but they'd always end up getting angry with him anyway.
"I didn't mean it offensively, Danny." Danny smiled and Jackson was quickly grateful that he wasn't mad with him anymore.
"Yeah, I know. Sorry for shouting."
"It's fine." Jackson got up off the bed, grabbing the two glasses on the desk. "Refill?" Danny nodded in reply and got back to their project. Jackson exited his room and carried the glasses down the stairs, tripping over a pile of clothes on the bottom of the stairs. He let go of the glasses in a panic to catch himself before he fell over, he screwed his eyes shut when he hit the floor getting ready to hear the glasses smash, but the sound didn't come. He frowned and opened his eyes, getting up from the floor and stood in shock at what he saw.
The two glasses were floating in the air, just above the ground, just hovering there like they were being held up by string. He was confused to say the least, this should not be at all possible but somehow they were just weren't falling.
He walked cautiously over to them and took hold of one of the glasses, surprised when it easily moved away. Nothing was holding it up, it was just managing to float there.
"Danny! Come see this." He called up to his friend, but got no reply. "Danny!" He shouted again, louder this time. He frowned and put the glass down on the floor. Being careful to not knock the other glass out of the air he ran back up the stairs to his room, only to find Danny frozen in position at the desk, his fingers poised to type but not moving.
He tapped his friend on the shoulder but got no response from him, nothing to say that he was even alive anymore. He tried waving a hand in front of his friends face and again, nothing. Realising that he wasn't going to get any response from his friend he left his room and went to investigate the rest of the house. His parents were out of the house so he couldn't check up on them, but he suspected the same thing was happening to them, where ever they were. They did however have a cat so he searched the house to see where she was.
He found her in his parents room, frozen in the air, it looked like she had been trying to jump up onto the windowsill at the time. He looked out of the window to see if everything was frozen outside as well, and was shocked at what he saw.
Cars were stopped at random points in the road, the owners still at the wheel but not going anywhere. There were two women walking their dogs stopped across the road from the house, laughing at something but they were frozen too. It was happening everywhere.
He backed up to sit down on his bed, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. He looked around the room and saw that the hands on the clock had stopped as well, stuck on 6:43. None of it made any sense, he'd never been able to stop time before, thinking he'd have noticed it if he could. But there was no other way to explain in, time had stopped and he was the only one still moving. He tried to think of what he'd done differently in order for this to have happened, so he went back over what he'd done when he'd tripped.
He had been panicking at the time, worried that he was going to end up hurting himself but he'd been scared before, that was noting knew, so it couldn't be that. He'd screwed his eyes shut before he'd hit the floor though, not wanting to see the glasses smash in case some flew at his face. He closed his eyes tight and then opened them again, hoping that Danny would start moving but nothing happened. Everything was still stuck as it was.
He tried again, really concentrating this time. He grinned and sprung up from the bed when be heard the sound of the glass smashing on the floor. He heard Danny move around in his room, having heard the glass smash
"Jackson, are you alright?" He watched from his parents room as Danny stopped abruptly at the top of the stairs, his mouth opened in shock when he saw that Jackson wasn't there.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Danny span round to face him when he spoke, Jackson had to stop himself from laughing at the shocked expression on his friends face.
"How did you...? But you were just...? What?"
"I just don't get it, how is it that you have a super power and I don't?" Jackson shrugged as they made their way up the stairs leading to the front doors of the school.
"I don't know Danny, but I'd hardly call it a 'super power'" He made air quotes with his fingers when he said the last two words. Danny pushed the double doors open and the two of them walked inside.
"How is stoping time /not/ a super power?" Jackson stopped just in front of the doorway and turned to face him, causing Danny to nearly bump into him along with the people that were walking behind them.
"Will you just stop bringing it up? I'd rather not be known as the school freak thank you very much." Danny raised his hands in defense.
"Okay, okay. I'm just curious." He dropped his hands and walked round Jackson, figuring it was probably best to leave him alone, so he headed to his first lesson. He really was curious about Jacksons ability, after he'd explained what had happened with the glasses back at his house he hadn't believed him. It had only taken Jackson to suddenly go from sitting on his seat and the end of the bed to lounging on the bed with a sandwich for him to believe he was telling the truth.
If he was honest he was actually a little bit jealous, he'd been serious when he said he didn't get why Jackson got the power and he didn't. Jackson didn't even seem to care that he had an insanely cool power, or ability or whatever he wanted to call it. The point was it was incredible, and he didn't even seem to want it.
He entered his classroom and headed to his usual seat near the back of the room next to the window. He put his bag down on the floor and got ready for the lesson to begin.
As he leant down to get his books out of his bag he heard someone clearing their throat above him. He put his book on the table and looked up to see that it was Johnathan Greenberg stood in front of the desk.
"You're in my spot." Greenberg dropped his bag ontop of Dannys desk and folded his arms. Danny frowned up at him, confused, and moved his book from under the bag.
"I've sat here all year, I'm not moving now just because you forgot where your own seat is." Greenberg put his hands on the desk and leant down so that his face was closer to Danny's.
"Did you just call me stupid?" Danny had to stop himself from wiping the spit off of his cheek as he'd been spat on ad Greenberg said the last word.
"I didn't even mention it, please just leave me alone." Greenberg glared at him for a couple of seconds before pushing off the table, grabbing his bag an walking to another seat.
He let out a sigh of relief before muttering "what an idiot" under his breath, apparently not as quietly as he'd thought because Greenberg span back around to face him and before he knew it a fist was quickly moving towards his face.
He never did feel the impact of the punch. Just before the fist hit his face he was suddenly stood on the other side of the classroom, watching as Greenberg fell forward onto the desk and the class all gasped in shock at what had just happened.
Everyone in the room was staring at him but he felt just as confused as the all looked. He didn't bother going back for his bag he just ran out the room and down the corridor to where Jackson was in his classroom.
Luckily the teacher wasn't in the room yet and Jackson was sat close to the door so he could get to him easily.
"Jackson, we need to talk." Jackson looked up at him, a confused expression on his face.
"Go on then."
"No I mean in private." Jackson didn't make any effort to move. "Please?" Jackson sighed an got up from his seat, he grabbed his bag off the floor and left the classroom behind Danny. "Thanks."
"What is this about, Dan?" Danny made sure the door was shut properly and there was no one close enough to hear them before speaking.
"I think I just teleported." Jackson raised his eyebrows.
"Teleported?"
"You don't believe me, do you?" Jackson shrugged, making it obvious that he didn't believe him and that he obviously didn't care.
"You stopped time! Why is it so hard for you to believe that I teleported."
"Look, it's not that I don't believe you-" Danny scoffed and folded his arms.
"Yeah, right."
"I do and if you don't think I'm telling truth then fine. But you didn't believe me straight away so forgive me for wanting some proof." Danny couldn't help but think that he had a point but for the life of him he couldn't think how he'd done it. It had just sort of happened.
"I don't know how to prove it to you."
"Well think about it would you? What happened just before you... You teleported?"
"Greenberg tried to punch me in the face." Jackson looked shocked for a moment before he smiled to himself.
"I guess it's worth a shot." Danny frowned, not entirely sure what Jackson was thinking.
"What's worth a sh-" His eyes widened as Jacksons fist flew at his face, making contact with his eye and causing him to stagger back a few steps. He pressed a hand over his eye and tried to glare at him with the other.
"What the he'll was that for!" He had a sudden urge to punch Jackson himself because he had a huge grin on his face, obviously he'd enjoyed himself.
"Like I said, it was worth a shot."
Stiles Stilinski and Cora Hale
A hospital somewhere in L.A
Stiles had been sat waiting in the hospital since last night and he was starting to get restless. Since he wasn't a family member of Cora's they hadn't let him in to see her yet, insisting that they needed the permission of the patient and since she hadn't woken up yet, they couldn't ask her.
They'd had trouble getting hold of her parents as neither of them were answering their phones, but they'd gotten hold of some other family member he didn't catch the name of and they were on their way down from Beacon Hills to come and take her home.
Stiles was surprised to find that they lived in the same place he did, having never seen Cora around before. Beacon Hills wasn't exactly a large town, he'd spoken to nearly everyone that lived there at least once and recognised the faces of most of the residences. But he'd never heard of a Cora before, he'd have to ask her about it when she woke up.
When they'd first arrived they'd been separated and taken into different cubicles, Stiles had been wary about leaving her at first in case something happened, but the doctors assured him that she would be fine so he followed the nurse to where she was taking him. He was confused at first as to why he needed to be checked over, knowing that he hadn't injured himself when he'd saved Cora. He was surprised to find that he had a rather large cut down his arm, not entirely sure how it had gotten there, that the nurse had decided had needed stitches.
They couldn't find anything else wrong with him so he was discharged. They told him that he could either go home or stay to make sure his friend was okay. He had been about to tell them that he didn't really know her but figured that if he said he was friends with her they were more likely to let him see her when she woke up.
So now he was just sat waiting, willing her to wake up with his mind but apparently that wasn't how this thing worked. He'd figured out that he could tune into other people thoughts but couldn't get them to hear his own. The fact that he couldn't get it to work was sort of annoying, he'd watched x-men a thousand times an he was sure Professor X could get people to hear his thoughts too, speak to then with his mind. He decided he would work on that later, for now only concentrating on what he already knew he could do.
It was difficult at first; since the hospital was so crowded every time he tried to listen to what one specific person was thinking his head would fill with the sounds of every one else in the building, the level of noise was not unlike a fog horn going off right by his ear and after every attempt he had to sit still for a few minutes before the pounding in his head settled down.
The successes were few and far between but they were successes none the less. So far he'd learnt that the nurse who had been looking after him was worried about another one of her patients, but he wasn't quite sure what she was worried about. He knew that the man that was fixing one of the computers at the reception desk hated his job and wanted to go home to see his kids. He also knew that the woman who was sat opposite him in the waiting area thought he was really strange because he kept pulling weird faces when he was concentrating.
These things he was happy to hear, thoughts that he didn't feel like he was intruding on, ones that weren't especially personal to the thinker. He had, however, latched onto the thoughts of some people that he wished he hadn't. There was a man in the corner of the waiting room that hadn't spoken a word to anyone since he'd arrived four hours ago, Stile had been curious as to why he was there but he hadn't meant to look at his thoughts specifically, it had just happened. As soon as he heard what he was thinking he wished he hadn't. It turned out that his wife had been in a car crash and was having an operation to save her life; apparently the doctors had told him she wasn't likely to survive.
After that he stopped trying, not wanting to impose on peoples private thoughts any more than he already was. He thought he probably should have realised that a hospital wasn't the best place to be testing out his abilities so he instead just sat and waited for Cora to wake up; he had a lot of questions.
His phone rang not long after, it was Heather calling, probably to try and figure out what the he'll was going on. He got out of his seat and went into the corridor to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Oh thank God you're okay! I only just got off my shift, what happened?" He leaned back against the wall as a nurse pushed one of the patients along in their beds.
"Where do you want me to start?"
"Everything, tell me everything." So he did. He told her about how he could hear what the people in the coffee shop thinking, about how he heard Cora in his head asking for help, about the collapsing building, everything.
"So you can read minds now? Like Magneto?"
"Magneto can't read minds, he can control metal, it's Professor X that can read minds."
"Oh, which ones that hot one in the new film?"
"James McCavoy? He's Professor X."
"Right, okay but that's not the point. You saved a girl from a collapsing building because you could hear her thoughts?" He could hear the disbelieving tone in her voice, he wondered if this was how everyone would react if they knew.
"That's pretty much it, yeah."
"You know that's impossible, right?" He rolled his eyes, even though he knew she couldn't see.
"Yes, Heather, I know." The doors to his left opened and the nurse that he'd spoken to about Cora earlier came through. She mouthed 'she's awake' to him and suddenly talking to Heather seemed to be as far from his thoughts as possible. "Heather, I've got to go, I'll talk to you later." He hung up the phone before she had a chance to reply. He stuffed the phone in his pocket and followed the nurse to Cora's room.
When Cora woke up she didn't know where she was or how she'd gotten there, only that her head was pounding and that the lights were way too bright. She blinked a few times until her eye sight cleared enough that she was able to figure out that she was in a hospital room.
The room itself was quite small, large enough to fit a bed, side table and chair with just enough room to move around in so that it wasn't cramped. The first thing she really noticed was that her throat was really dry, she tried sitting up to get the glass of water that was on the side but stopped abruptly when all of her muscles screamed in protest, causing her heart rate to speed up and the beeping of the machine on the bed side table to quicken.
Soon enough a nurse came into the room to help sit her up carefully, putting pillows behind her back to keep her upright. From there she was able to relax a bit more and ask for a drink of water, which the nurse happily retrieved for her from the side.
"There's a boy outside that would like to see you, I think he said his name was Stiles?" She frowned at the name, recognising it but not remembering where she'd heard it before. She took the drink from the nurse and took a sip. She had to wrack her brain for a while until she was able to figure out why the name rang a bell. He was the boy that had helped her out of the rubble. At the show of recognition the nurse continued her questioning.
"Is it alright if I let him into see you?" Cora nodded to show that she was fine with it so the nurse left her side and exited the room, she assumed, to find Stiles.
A couple of minutes later the door opened again and the boy stuck his head in, a shy smile on his face. She instantly recognised him as the boy that had saved her, even though her memory of what happened was a little hazy.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I left, how are you feeling?" He closed the door behind him when he walked in and stood awkwardly at the end of the bed waiting for her to respond.
"I'm a bit confused as to what happened and my head is killing me, but other than that I think I'm doing okay." He nodded, scratching the back of his neck nervously. It looked like he was unsure as to what to say. "Do you... Want to sit down?" She gestured to the chair beside the bed; he looked as if he was going to refuse the offer for a second before a small smile spread on his face and he sat down on the chair with his legs crossed.
"The people at reception phoned your parents a couple of hours ago but they couldn't get hold of them." Cora tried to sit up properly on hearing that, worried about her parents well being.
"Are they okay? Do you know if something's happened to them?" Stiles put a hand on her shoulder to try and get her to calm down.
"They wouldn't tell me anything since I'm not family, I don't think they knew themselves, but I'm sure there's nothing wrong. They're probably just busy." She sighed and leant back against the pillows again, Stiles' word's comforting her.
"Have they managed to get hold of anyone?"
"I heard them on the phone to someone else, sounded like they were able to come down and get you but I don't know who it is. They called them 'sir' if that helps?" Derek, it had to be him. She didn't really have that many family members that lived close by, just her parents, her sister Laura and her brother, Derek. He was probably who they'd phoned.
"Did they say how long they were going to be?" Stiles shook his head.
"No, but since he's coming up from Beacon Hills, if he left as soon as the hospital called, he'll probably be here in the next half hour."
"How do you know that?"
"I live there too. My dad's the Sheriff."
"Wait… Sheriff Stilinski? He's your dad?" When he nodded in reply she finally realised why he looked so familiar, she'd seen him around before. "Your dad works with my mother, Talia. Talia Hale?" She saw the moment he realised who she was from just how his face suddenly changed from confusion to realisation.
"So you're Cora Hale? I'm sorry, I didn't recognise you."
"It's fine, I didn't recognise you either." She was about to ask him how he'd found her when the door opened and the nurse that had been in the room before walked in.
"Cora, your brothers here to see you."
Derek Hale
Beacon Hills, California
The drive from his studio to his parents' house took just over twenty minutes. Derek's parents lived in a house quite far out in the woods. He'd loved living there as a kid, being able to play out in the forest with his siblings. He missed the house from time to time, not liking living in the centre of town so close to everyone else.
He'd left Kate asleep back at the studio; she'd been completely out of it when he'd woken up, apparently she'd been up for longer than he'd thought the night before.
He'd tried to ring Laura before he left to let her know that he was on his way; she'd stayed over at their parents house the night before as they'd been planning for the welcome home party for Cora. When she hadn't answered he tried both his parents and then the home phone but he didn't get an answer from either of them. So naturally he was now a bit worried, he doubted they'd gone anywhere as it was still quite early and even if they had, at least one of them would have had their phones on them.
He could see a smoke cloud rising above the Forrest before he even reached the entrance to the preserve. He pressed down on the gas pedal and drove as fast as he could towards the house, not caring about any of the road laws, just wanting to get to their as fast as possible.
The town seemed so much busier than it usually did, like the inhabitants were trying to stop him from getting to where he needed to be. After seven red lights and a near miss with another car he finally turned the corner, only skidding a little, and drove down the long path that reached to his family home.
He slowed down as he neared the house, his suspicions confirmed. The entire building was up in flames, the firemen that were surrounding the house trying desperately to stop the blaze from spreading further and causing even more damage. Derek got out of the car and tried to run to the building, wanting to try and help, but he was pulled back by the two police officers that were at the scene.
"Let me go!" He tried to pull away from the grip the officers had on his arms but they wouldn't loosen their holds. "Please! I need to help them!" The two officers pulled him backwards and he got pushed into the back of the police car. Before he had chance to try and get out they'd locked the doors and he was stuck watching the flames engulf the house and his family from behind the square window.
By the time the fire had finally been dealt with Derek had lost most of his energy from pounding on the window of the car, trying to get someone's attention to let him out. He hadn't even noticed he was crying until he settled back against the seat and buried his head in his hands. He heard one of the car doors open and looked up to see that one of the police officers had gotten into the front seat and was now turning to face him.
"Derek? Would you be okay if I asked you a few questions?" He ignored the officer's questions and dived in with his own.
"Are they okay?"
"Son I'm going to need you to answer a couple of questions before I can answer any of yours."
"Please, I just want to know if they're okay." The officer looked as if he were contemplating whether he should let him know or not. He nodded his head and Derek let himself get his hopes up, maybe they'd gotten out safely after all.
"If I tell you, do you promise to answer my questions?" Derek nodded so the officer continued. "The fire was pretty bad by the time the firemen got here, they tried entering the building but the entrance was caved in. We've had to wait until the fire was out to enter but they're in their now with the paramedics looking for survivors. I'm afraid we just have to wait and see, but it's not looking promising." Derek sunk down into the seat; he couldn't believe he'd gotten his hopes up. He knew that someone wouldn't be able to survive a fire like that, it was almost impossible. "I'm really sorry."
"It's fine, just... Ask your questions."
"Are you sure? I can give you a minute if you'd like?" He shook his head so again the officer continued. "Okay, do you know anyone who'd want to harm your family at all?" Derek frowned and looked back at the man, leaning forward slightly in his seat.
"Harm them? You mean this wasn't an accident?"
"I'm afraid I can't answer that just yet."
"Right, I get it, you have to follow procedure." He knew all about how the police force worked, his mum being an officer herself, and he knew there were certain things he wasn't allowed to be told until they had all the details. "No, I don't know anyone who would want to harm them. Is there anything else, or can I go?" The man wrote down his answer onto a notebook, not that Derek understood how his answer of 'I have no idea' would be of any use.
"Just two more then you're free to go. Did anything out of the ordinary happen last night when they came to visit you?"
"How did you-?"
"Your mother was telling us about how you were helping her with Cora's party, she said she was going to visit you yesterday at the station."
"You knew my mother?" The man nodded and Derek started to notice just how much the fire seemed to be affecting him too. "Urm, nothing interesting happened; it was just a normal visit. The only thing that was out of the ordinary was Kate suddenly got a headache and had to head upstairs." The man looked up from his note making to ask his next question.
"Did you say Kate?"
"Yeah, why? What does she have to do with this?" The man looked panicked, apparently he'd said too much so he quickly left the car, unlocking the door for Derek so he could leave before he went. Derek climbed out of the car, confused at the mans reaction to Kate.
He didn't have much time to think about it though as the paramedics were carrying someone out of the building. He rushed over to see who it was but again he was stopped by a wall of police officers trying to keep him back. He was knocked to the ground and the next thing he knew he was waking up in a chair in what he assumed was the police station.
He was sat in a large chair in the corner of the room, there was a large desk with a chair on wither side. There was a pile of folders on the desk, one of them he could see contained photos but he was too far away to see what they were of.
He had a feeling he didn't want to know.
His suspicions about where he was were confirmed when the Sheriff walked into the room and sat behind the desk. He opened one of the folders and looked through the files with a grim expression on his face. He obviously hadn't noticed that Derek was awake.
He cleared his throat, hoping to get the Sheriff's attention. The man jumped slightly on hearing the noise but calmed when he saw who it was. He shut the folder he was looking through and pushed it to the side of the desk.
"Why am I here?" The sheriff frowned.
"You don't remember what happened at the house?" He could remember fine what happened at the house, watching your home burn to the ground knowing that your families inside and not being allowed to help them isn't something you just forget.
He wished that he could though.
"No I mean, how did I get here?"
"You were knocked unconscious in your attempt to get to the house. I asked for you to be brought back here so that I could ask you some questions as soon as I got back and you were in a fit state to answer them." He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. "Would you mind answering a few for me now?" Derek nodded his conformation and moved to sit on the chair.
"I was already questioned back at the house, I don't know anyone that would want to harm them and nothing suspicious happened in the days before the fire. Are you treating the fire as suspicious?" The sheriff picked through the files on his desk before he found the one he was looking for and moved it so that it was in front of him.
"I can't answer that, Mr Hale. I'm sorry."
"You can't give out information, I know. But they're my family; I need to know what happened to them." The sheriff sighed and opened the folder, taking out three photographs. He placed them in front of Derek who immediately wished he'd never asked. In front of him were photographs of his family, his mother, father and sister, Laura.
They were all covered in burns, making it hard to distinguish one from the other, but after a while he could figure out who was who. He didn't understand why showing him these would explain why they're deaths were suspicious until he spotted it. Each of them had a single bullet wound to the head.
"They were murdered?"
He couldn't believe it. His family had been out right murdered and he wasn't there to save them. He couldn't understand who would have done this to them, his family was well liked in the town. His mother may have given out a few speeding tickets every once in a while but that wasn't exactly something to kill her over.
He slumped down in his seat and sighed, he rubbed a hand at his eyes to try and stop the tears he knew were threatening to fall.
Sensing his obvious discomfort the Sheriff moved the photographs out of sight.
"I'm really sorry, Derek."
Derek shook his head. "You don't have anything to apologise for just… You're going to find out who did this, right?"
"We're going to do everything we can to find out who did this to your family, I give you my word. We're already working on it now."
"So do you have any evidence? I mean, the fire must have destroyed most things, right?"
"Actually, I need you to confirm something for me. Where was Katherine Argent the night of the fire?" Derek frowned; this was the second time someone had brought up Kate.
"She was with me. I don't understand, what does she have to do with anything?" The Sheriff searched through his desk draw and brought out a message recorder. He pushed the device towards Derek.
"We received a phone call from your sister early this morning, unfortunately the call was missed but we were able to record the message that she left us. I need you to try and identify the people that speak, can you do that?" Derek nodded and pressed play on the device.
"Come on, pick up the phone! Please!"
"That's Laura. That's my sister." There was a loud bang and he could hear someone shouting but he couldn't make out what was being said. When she spoke again her voice was a lot quieter, she was whispering, her voice shaking as if she were crying.
"There's someone in the house, please, you've got to pick up the phone!" Someone must have picked up the phone at the police station as soon there was another voice on the line, it was a woman. "This is the Beacon Hills Sheriff Department, what is your emergency?" He could hear Laura let out a sigh of relief before speaking. "Someone's broken into the house; please you have to send someone down here, fast." "We're tracking your call now, please stay on the line. I'm sending officers to your location now." "Oh thank god, please hurry. I think they-"
There was another loud bang in the background, followed by a gun shot. Laura was now definitely crying. "Oh my god, oh my god, I'm gonna die." "I'm going to need you to stay calm okay? Is there anywhere you can go? Anyway you can get out?" "They've block off all the exits, I've already tried to get out but-" Another gun shot sounded and Laura's crying suddenly got worse.
"You're going to have to find somewhere you can hide, can you do that." "Y-yeah, yeah I can d-do that." The line went quiet, the sound of footsteps the only thing you could hear and then a door closing.
"N-now what?" "Just stay as quiet as you can, but I need you to stay on the line, okay?" "Okay."
The line was quiet for a long time; just the sounds of Laura breathing heavily could be heard. Derek lifted a hand to wipe the tears from his face. He tried to think positively, Laura hadn't been completely alone when she'd died, but it didn't help.
If he hadn't been listening intently he probably wouldn't have heard it. Faint footsteps could be heard from somewhere in the house, slowly getting louder as they got closer to where Laura must have been hiding.
"Laura?" It was a new voice, one that he recognised but couldn't quite put his finger on. "Laura are you there? Tell me you're okay?" Derek looked up at the Sheriff when he figured it out.
"That's Kate, but how… she was with me this morning, she would have told me what had happened. I don't understand."
The recording stopped.
The Sheriff sighed.
Derek was just confused.
"We have reason to believe that Katherine was the one to murder your family."
He couldn't take it any more, so he left, the Sheriff didn't even try and stop him. None of this made any sense to him. Why would Kate murder his family, what had they ever done to her? How could Kate even murder anyone in the first place?
Derek sat in his car, which on of the officers had driven over to the station for him, and stared out the window. He wanted to go home but he didn't want to see Kate. He knew that if he saw her he'd start to question whether she could have done it or not. He knew it was ridiculous; she would never do anything to harm anyone. But the voice on the recording was almost definitely her.
His phone started to ring and he was so glad for the distraction that he answered it almost immediately.
"Is this a Mr Derek Hale?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"I'm from the Los Angeles Community Hospital, we have a Cora Hale? I believe she's your sister." So much for a good distraction.
"Yeah, she is. What happened to her, is she alright?"
"It's nothing to worry about; she's broken her ankle and has a few minor cuts. We just need you here so we can discharge her and you can take her home."
It took him a little over three hours to get to the hospital, it should have taken longer but he wasn't exactly driving at the speed he should have been.
He had no idea how he was going to tell Cora what had happened. She'd been living with their parents when she came home from university. He knew that she'd have to come and live with him at the studio but he just didn't know what to do about Kate.
The drive gave him a lot of time to think things over, but when he parked up he was no closer to figuring out what to do.
The hospital was jam packed full of people, and by the time he'd managed to get to the reception to find out where Cora was they only gave him rushed directions and pointed down a corridor before moving to the next patient.
He had to peek through the windows of some of the rooms on the way until he finally found where Cora was.
When he walked in he went straight over to her and hugged her, just happy to see her alive and well.
"Derek? Could you maybe loosen up a bit? You're hurting me." He quickly loosened his hold and took a step back. Cora rubbed at her arm but she was still smiling, happy to see him there.
"Sorry, I'm just glad you're okay." Someone cleared there throat behind him and he turned to see a boy around Cora's age stood awkwardly in the corner of the room.
"I'm just gonna go…" When he didn't move, Derek frowned, staring at him. He recognised him, but he couldn't figure out how. "Sheriffs kid, I live in Beacon Hills."
"How did you know I was-.."
"Going to ask who I was? You were just staring at me weird; I figure that was what it must have been."
"Right, and you would be here because?" Before the guy could open his mouth to speak, Cora answered for him.
"He was the one that saved me; he was just making sure I was okay before he left." The guy nodded and gestured to the door.
"So, I'm going to go. I hope you get better soon." He turned and opened the door; he was half out when Cora called over to him.
"Stiles!" Derek couldn't help but thinking what a stupid name that was. That must have shown on his face as well because the guy - Stiles – glared at him. "Do you need a lift home?"
Stiles just look confused for a minute looking between the two of them.
"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to impose or anything."
"No its fine, right Derek?" He sighed, knowing he couldn't say no to Cora.
"Fine. We'll need to go pick up both of your stuff from school though."
Isaac Lahey and Erica Reyes
Phoenix, Arizona.
The two of them had stayed together after the incident, neither of them wanting to be alone in case something bad happened. Isaac had tried to stay positive for Erica's sake; she was terrified by what had happened, as you would be. If he was honest, he was probably just as scared as she was but he knew that letting it show would only make things worse.
They woke up early the next day, neither one of them getting much sleep. The damage to the garden looked even worse in the light; an entire branch from the tree had fallen in the night. The hand prints stood out a lot better in the light as well, he looked over at Erica to see that she was on the verge of tears again. He quickly closed the curtains so that the view was blocked form sight.
By the time they'd tidied up the living room their mum had come downstairs to make them breakfast. Erica pulled Isaac into another room so that their mum couldn't hear them speaking.
"What are we going to do? We can't just distract her all day, we need to do something!"
"Like what?"
"I don't know; just… keep the curtains closed for now. We'll figure it out later." Isaac went to shut the curtains in the room they were in, as soon as he touched them and started to pull them across; they went red hot and turned into a pile of dust on the window sill.
Isaac backed away, staring in shock at what had just happened.
"So I guess that wasn't just a one time thing then." He turned to glare at Erica and she held her hands up in defence. "Sorry, just trying to diffuse the tension." He smiled slightly and she took that as a win.
They decided they couldn't risk any more curtains turning to dust so they just left them. Distracting her was just going to have to be enough.
They both went back into the kitchen where their mum was putting down three piles of pancakes for them all to eat. They all took a seat at the table and waited for her to start eating.
Erica was a bit worried to even pick up her fork, if Isaac was still doing… weird things then what if she did too?
"Erica? Are you okay?" She bit the inside of her lip as she picked up her fork, when nothing happened she let out a sigh of relief.
"Yeah, mum, I'm fine." She smiled at her before cutting of some pancake and eating it. She glanced over at Isaac to see that he'd braved the fork and his was now just a pile of dusk on the table.
Erica panicked and tried to keep her mums attention whilst Isaac dealt with his problem.
"So are you doing anything interesting today?" Her mum looked happy for conversation when she replied. Erica kept glancing over at Isaac when she was speaking not really paying much attention, just nodded occasionally.
"- well I'm so glad you agreed to help me." Isaac had pushed all of the dust into a pile on the floor, so she turned back to her mum and tried to make it look like she knew what she was talking about.
"Yeah, I'm happy to help."
"Good, we'll go and get the gardening stuff from the shed after br-.."
"Wait, no. No you can't do that." Their mum frowned and put her fork down on the table, next to her plate.
"I'm sorry?"
"Urm… I mean, we'll do the garden for you. You just go do something else?" She looked over to see Isaac looking panicked, but she just shrugged and turned back to her mum. She was getting up from the table and heading over to the back door.
Isaac quickly got up from the table and reached out to grab her arm to pull her away but stopped himself just shy of touching her.
He couldn't risk it.
She opened the door and leant against the doorframe.
"But it's such a lovely day, I want to help out." Isaac looked back over at her. He looked as confused as she felt. Why wasn't she shouting at them? "Can you two tidy the dished up? I need to go and get dressed." And with that she left the two of them in the kitchen.
Isaac walked over the door first and stopped in the doorway, blocking the view.
"Erica? You're going to want to come and see this." She walked over and stood just behind him, shocked at what she saw.
The whole garden looked perfect.
The fire damage had been taken care of and everything looked exactly how it should.
The only thing that was out of place was the woman stood in the corner of the garden, smiling at them.
Allison Argent
Seattle, Washington
Her trip to the hospital had been mostly uneventful, they had, however, tried to put a cast on her arm to keep the bone in place until it could heal. The nurse who been called to give it to her, Melissa McCall, had tried to convince her to get a bright orange cast but she'd refused, opting for a normal White one.
"That's probably a good choice, the orange one wouldn't go with anything." She'd laughed and went to get what she needed for the cast. Allison noticed that she had the same last name as the trainee doctor that had been helping her before.
"If you don't mind me asking, are you related to Scott?" Melissa turned to look at her, a smile on her face.
"He's my son, yes." She could definitely see the family resemblance between the two. They had the same dark brown hair and eyes, they even had a very similar smile. "Why, do you know him?"
"No, not really, he brought me down here. He seems really nice though." She couldn't help but blush when she talked about him, Melissa laughed softly at her expense.
"That's Scott for you, couldn't harm a fly." She pushed and small metal table so that in was stood to her right, holding everything that she needed for the cast "How's he doing by the way? He didn't bother you too much I'd he?" She laughed and shook her head.
"No, he was great, I think my dad might have freaked him out a bit though. He seems like he's going to be a great doctor." Melissa smiled again.
"I'll let him know you said that. Now let me take a look at your wrist." Allison winced when Melissa took hold of her wrist for inspection, the pain she felt soon subsided until it felt like there wasn't anything wrong with it at all. She frowned and pulled away from the grip Melissa had on her arm.
"Did you... Did you just heal me?" Melissa looked panicked and was hastily getting up and moving the metal table away.
"I swear I didn't mean to, it's really hard to control it please don't tell anyone I'd -"
"It's fine, really. I understand what it's like." Melissa stopped what she was doing and turned back round to face her, leaning back against the wall.
"You have a power too?" Allison nodded and all the tension in the room seemed to fade away. "Oh thank god. Please don't tell anyone? It's sort of a secret."
"I promise, no one knows about mine either."
"So what is your power then? I mean you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, it's just I've never met any one else that has one before." Allison knew the feeling, besides her family she didn't know anyone else that had a power an it was actually pretty exciting to know that there were more people with powers in the world.
"Does Scott not have a power? I mean, isn't it a family thing?" Melissa moved so that she was sat back down on the chair opposite her.
"We're not really sure yet, he's shown signs of having one but it's confusing."
"Confusing?" Melissa nodded and went on to explain.
"He seems to be able to replicate my power, but only when he's near me. It's weird, we think maybe he might be able to do it with other powers too but we've never met anyone else that had a power before to test it." It was a really interesting theory, the ability to replicate powers could be really useful, depending on the power you found.
"I can help, if you'd like." She didn't really know why she'd offered, but she felt like helping Scott to figure out his power was the right thing to do, was something that she needed to do. The smile on Melissa's face made her even more sure of her decision.
"Really?" Allison nodded and Melissa pulled her into a hug.
"Thank you! Thank you so much." After that everything went pretty easily, she got a sling around her arm, she was given the agrees of the McCall residence and Melissa took her back to her father informing him that there was no break and that it was just a sprain.
As she made her way to the car with her dad she heard someone shouting her name. She turned around in the car park to see Scott running over to her. Her dad was already at the car so she didn't have to worry about him over hearing.
"Hey Scott. I'm kind of in a hurry." He smiled and stopped just in front of her.
"I know, I just wanted to say thanks on my behalf, I appreciate what you're doing."
"It's no problem." She waved to him as she went back to the car, she was just about to open the door to get in when he called over to her again.
"Allison?"
"Yeah?" Thankfully the car park was moderator empty and the only other people that were there was an elderly couple that were too far away to hear.
"What exactly is your power?"
"I can fly."
"You know you've got to be more careful Allison, what if that woman's said something to the doctors?"
"You're just being paranoid, who would have believe her anyway?" Allison was having dinner with her dad at her house. She was struggling with her food a bit due to the fact that she had a sling on her arm. Melissa had thought it was probably best to pretend that she'd just sprained it. Coming to a hospital with a broken wrist and leaving completely fine looked a bit suspicious. Somehow she was doing okay and her dad seemed none the wiser.
Her dad, Chris, had been having a go a her for her carelessness the day before for the past ten minutes now and it was starting to get on her nerves. He was worried that the other woman in the accident was going to talk to someone about what had happened.
"That's not the point, you can't risk exposing yourself like that. You fell of a ten story building, hovered for a fee seconds then landed on that woman, another slip up like that and you'll expose yourself." She stabbed a piece of chicken with her fork and pushed it around the plate.
"I'm sorry, I'll try and be more careful next time."
"There's not going to be a next time." She dropped her fork down on her plate and looked up at him in shock.
"What? You can't just ban me from it! That's not fair!" Chris sighed and put down his cutlery, readying himself for an argument.
"I don't care if you think it's fair or not, you're not putting yourself at risk like that. If you want to test out your power again, you do it when I can supervise."
"You can't stop me from doing it."
"You know that I can and I will. Is that understood?"
"Just because you don't have a power doesn't mean that you have to try and control mine!" She regretted what she said as soon a it came out of her mouth. Her father was the only male in her family to not have a power and he didn't like it when it was brought up. Chris got up from his chair, his food left mostly uneaten; he wasn't looking at her when he spoke.
"You can't use your power when I'm not around, I don't want to hear any more on the matter. Is that understood?" Allison nodded her head even though she knew he couldn't see her.
"Yes sir."
Getting to the McCall's proved harder than she'd thought. Her dad had paid for her car to be driven to his house so that she couldn't go anywhere to test her abilities.
She thought the whole thing was completely un-necessary since she could just fly wherever she needed to go but he'd done it anyway. So since the car was gone she could wither walk or fly.
They didn't live all that far away, about half an hours walk but she was meant to be there in ten minutes so she figured flying was probably the way to go.
She was currently stood on the roof, having successfully cloned the tree next to her house to get there. Nervous was an understatement to how she was feeling. She'd never flown this far before and definitely without supervision so she was worried it wouldn't work. But she knew this was important to Scott so she took a deep breath and took a step forward so she was stood right on the edge of the building.
"Okay Allison, you can do this." She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. "You can do this." She took the last step over the edge, willing herself to stay in the air.
She opened her eyes and smiled to herself, she was floating in the air next to her house. The feeling was like nothing you could imagine, it felt like the air was collecting under her hands and feet. Every time she moved the balls of air would move with her. She concentrated again, this time willing the air to push her upwards.
She slowly moved upwards, moving her body so that she flew at an angle. She got high enough that she wouldn't be seen by anyone and followed the roads until she reached the the McCall house.
She was going to land on the ground but she saw a group of people across the street so she had to drop down in the back garden. She stumbled a bit on the landing, bumping into a outdoor chair in the process and knocking it over. The sound must have travelled into the house because soon both Scott and Melissa were running outside to see what had happened.
"Allison? Are you okay?" She hurried to pick up the chair and sort out her clothes before turning to them.
"I'm fine, sorry about your chair. I haven't really sorted out the landing part of all this yet." She gestured to the sky as she spoke the last bit and Melissa laughed, shaking her head and gestured for her to follow her inside.
Lydia Martin
Dallas, Texas
The school was pretty big and it was proving difficult to search the entire school in a day. Matt had spent all morning searching for the missing camera after being unable to find the dag prior. It wasn't in his locker; it wasn't in any of the classrooms he'd been in the day before and it wasn't in lost and found.
He'd tried asking people around school but most people had just ignored him and walked away. The best answers he got were either 'sorry' or 'I have no idea'. He was about to give up and tell Lydia the bad news when he saw someone with it exiting the school.
"Hey, that's mine!" Everyone in the hallway turned around to see who'd shouted, the camera stealer included. When the guy saw who it was he quickly took running towards the parking lot. "Damn it." Matt ran after him, pushing past people to get to the double doors leaving the school.
By the time he'd gotten out of the school he'd lost him in the mass of people that were outside for the lunch break. He spotted Lydia sat at a table not too far away from where he was so he ran over to talk to her.
"I know who took it. I know who took the camera." She looked up from her lunch when she heard him; he couldn't help but think she hadn't looked that happy to see him in a long time.
"Well? Who is it?"
"I don't know." She looked considerably less happy after that.
"But you just said-" He shook his head and spoke over her.
"That's not what I meant. I mean I found who took it but I don't know who it is." Lydia sighed and put her sandwich down on her lunch tray.
"You know that's not all that helpful Matt. We need to get the camera back before they see the tape, it's important." He sat down across from her at the table, putting his bag down on the space next to him.
"You think I don't know that? I promised you we'll get it back and we will." He said the rest mostly to himself "It'll just be harder than I expected."
"Okay, so what does he look like?"
"Who?" Lydia rolled her eyes at him.
"The guy that took the camera, what does he look like?" He tried to think about what the guy had looked like but he only got a glimpse of him before he got away, suddenly it seemed like he wasn't going to find him after all.
"I didn't see much but he was wearing a leather jacket and he was quite tall. I think his hair was brown." He watched as Lydia pointed at something over his shoulder.
"Sort of like that?" He quickly turned around in his seat to see that the person she was pointing at was the exact person that he'd seen with the camera. He was walking over to a motor bike on the other side of the parking lot; it looked like he was planning on leaving.
"Yeah, exactly like that. Come on." He got up from the table, grabbed his bag and headed over to where the guy was standing. He glanced back to see if Lydia was following him but she was still sat at the table. "Are you coming or what?"
"I'd rather just stay here and watch." She smiled sweetly at him and waved a hand in the guy's direction. "Go and get the camera back."
"No, you're coming with me." He grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her up off the bench and across the parking lot.
"Matt, let go of me." He stopped and turned to look at her but she didn't stop struggling against his hold.
"Promise you'll come with me if I let go?" She glared at him as she tried to pull away again.
"Yes, now let go." As soon as he let go of her Lydia huffed and marched over to where the guy was just as he was mounting the bike, she called over to him as she went.
"Excuse me; you have my friend's camera." Matt was almost too shocked at the fact that she'd called him her friend in public to follow but he soon realised that he really did need to help so he jogged over to join her. When he reached her he realised that the guy had gotten off his motorbike and was stood in front of Lydia, who had her hands on her hips as she tried to look intimidating.
"Is that so?"
"Yes, and I'd like it back." She held one hand out in front of her to receive the camera. Matt wanted to bury his face in his hands at how she was handling everything. The guy also seemed to think she was being ridiculous as he just shook his head and laughed at her, turning around to climb back on his bike.
Lydia looked back at Matt with an expression he thought was meant to read 'what now?'. Realising that was the extent of what Lydia was willing to do he grabbed hold of the guys forearm and pulled him around before he could fully climb on the bike.
"We'd really like that camera back." The guy raised his eyebrows and looked him up and down.
"And I'd really like you to let go of me."
"Yeah, well… give me my camera back and I'll let go of you." The guy pulled hard on his grip and Matt stumbled a bit and had to let go to stop himself from falling onto the guy.
"Look, I don't have your stupid camera, so if you'd just back off out of my way, that'd be great." Lydia pushed Matt out of the way and moved so she was stood pretty close to the guy. She had to look up to speak to him which sort of ruined the whole intimidating thing she was trying to pull off but the guy still seemed to back off a little bit.
"We saw you run off with it, so just give it back before this gets out of hand." The guy crossed his arms over his chest.
"You have the wrong guy, you mean-.."
"No," Matt interrupted. "It was definitely you."
"Urm… Matt?" Lydia pulled on his arm to try and get his attention.
"What?"
"We have to wrong person." He looked away from the guy to turn and face her. She was standing facing someone else. When he looked at him he realised that they really did have to wrong person.
The guy they were now both staring at was an exact copy of the guy not behind them.
Except this on was holding his camera.
"Oh…" He didn't get chance to say anything else because the one that was behind them grabbed him and pulled him back, leaving Lydia with the other one.
She looked back at Matt, a panicked expression on her face.
"We know all about what you can do Lydia." She looked back at the guy in front of her. "We just want you to come with us so we can try and help you."
"Help me? I'm fine." The guy sighed and grabbed hold of her and pulled her right up against his chest.
"Either you come with us, or we do it here."
"I think here is fine." The guy behind his started to protest at that.
"Aiden, those weren't orders. We have to take them back with us."
"You heard the girl Ethan, she wants' to do it here." The guy that had hold of Lydia – Aiden – suddenly let go of her, only to grab her arm and snap it. It looked like it took no effort at all and she fell to the floor, screaming in pain.
He tried to pull away from Ethan to get to her but he watched as her arm started to align itself again. He heard people gasp and looks over to see that they'd gained a rather large crowd.
They were so screwed.