"Faster Scott!" Stiles yelled bouncing up and down on his heels, "I thought that being a werewolf would speed you up a bit!"
Scott growled softly as he struggled with the massive amount of grocery bags in his arms, "Shut up Stiles."
"Great comeback buddy." Stiles laughed.
When Scott reached Stiles' he dropped the grocery bags and scowled, "Why are you so excited anyway?" he grumbled.
"Because. Today is the day you FINALLY watch Star Wars!" Stiles exclaimed, opening the door and stuffing the bags in.
"Okay. Number One: Don't smash the vegetables my mom will kill me. Two: So what? It's just a movie."
Stiles looked at Scott with a mortified expression, "JUST a movie?! Scott, Star Wars is THE ultimate science fiction movie. It was also the first ever movie to have special effects and…" he trailed off in the middle of his sentence and looked past Scott's head.
"Stiles," Scott asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"
"Destiny" he mumbled.
"Now's not the time to be philosophical Stiles I have to get these groceries home."
"No, Scott you don't understand," Stiles murmured turning Scott's head around. "Destiny."
Scott gawked at the slender girl standing directly behind him. She was wearing a black tank top with a leather jacket over it along with denim jeans and a pair of faded grey Converse. She was approximately his height with a curvy figure and piercing chocolate brown eyes. She was holding her hand to her waist and slouching as if she was in pain. Scott looked harder and gasped. She was bleeding.
She smiled softly at him, "Remember me?" she asked. Stiles let go of Scott's head and started to slowly walk towards the girl.
"Destiny," he said soothingly "You're hurt. Come with us, we'll take you to a hospital."
She stepped back hesitantly and shook her head, "No. No hospital, I'll heal. They'll ask questions."
Scott was shocked and so was Stiles but he continued to try and persuade her.
"C'mon Destiny. You don't want to die do you?" She opened her mouth to say something but collapsed before she could.
"SHIT! SCOTT DO SOMETHING!" Stiles yelled in a panic, rushing over to Destiny and slapping her face gently. Scott hurriedly rushed over and dialled Doctor Deaton's number. He picked up after the third ring.
"Ah Scott," Deaton said in a relieved voice, "I was just about to call you. We have a situation and we could use your help."
"We?" Scott asked.
"Scott." The voice was Derek's, "There's another werewolf in Beacon Hills. A female. I injured her but she ran off. Keep your guard up."
"There's no need." Scott answered grimly, looking down at Stiles who was still trying (unsuccessfully) to wake Destiny up.
"I don't understand." Derek answered.
"We already found her."
Scott carried Destiny gently out of the car and ran through the entrance of the clinic to where Doctor Deaton was waiting. "Place her on the operating table. Quickly!" Deaton commanded, slipping on surgical gloves. When she was placed down he slowly rolled up her tank top and a small hiss escaped from between his teeth. Scott gawked at the wound and Stiles turned green.
"What…is that?" Stiles murmured looking away.
The wound on her side wasn't healing. Black blood was oozing from two claw marks that ran long and deep, cutting her from her waist until her stomach.
"I thought she was a werewolf. Why isn't she healing?" Scott demanded.
"I don't know. Where's Derek?" Deaton asked glancing around the clinic until he spotted him.
"Is she here?" Derek demanded.
"Oh she's here, but not for long. Scott hand me the rubbing alcohol…Scott?"
Scott growled at Derek and bared his fangs, "What did you DO?!" he demanded.
"It was self defence." Derek protested.
"Oh really," Stiles asked, "Then who attacked first?"
"Shut up Stiles." Derek threatened.
"No. You listen to ME Hale. I've known that girl since I was three and she wouldn't harm a fly without having a perfectly good reason. Now what am I supposed to think when she turns up in Beacon Hills bleeding black blood courtesy of our resident werewolf? Fix it Derek, or Scott won't be the one you have to worry about because if she dies…I'll kill you myself."
Derek stood still, unable to respond. He and Stiles had become friends over the past few months but he had never seen Stiles so angry. He moved past Stiles and walked up to the metal operating table.
"She just needs a little push" he murmured. He placed both of his hands over the wound and concentrated on taking the pain away. His veins turned bluish-black as he gave himself some of her pain and as soon as he took away his hands the wound began to close. Derek stepped back as Deaton put some medical spirits over the closing wound just to try and disinfect it.
Destiny woke up four hours later, and they were all still there. Scott and Stiles rushed over to her and hugged her.
"I can't breath." She mumbled into Scott's shirt so they released her. She looked up at them and smiled, there were tears in her eyes as she said, "I can't believe I found you two. And Scott you're an Alpha? I didn't even know you were a werewolf."
Scott beamed with pride as he flashed his red eyes at her, "I got bitten about a year back"
"I'm impressed. I don't know whether to be scared or grateful to be in the presence of an Alpha." She teased.
"Stiles is here too." Stiles reminded them playfully. Destiny rolled her eyes and grinned.
"I missed you guys."
"We missed you too De." Stiles said.
Derek watched the exchange from a corner of the room. Who was she? What was she doing here? Derek didn't trust her but he intended to find out what her purposes were in Beacon Hills and how she knew Scott and Stiles so well and he wouldn't rest until he did.