This is a long af chapter so get pumped.
I tried something a little new with this one because I kept writing the party scene one way and then realizing I was cutting out things I didn't want to cut out so yeah this is what happened.
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I hope you all enjoy!
I do NOT own Teen Wolf, only my OCs.
Stiles' POV
"I just can't believe she is with him again or that she came back early and didn't have the decency to tell me!" I ranted at Scott.
"For the hundredth time dude, I know. You're still hung up on this?" Scott said annoyed.
We were on our way to a party for a girl I grew up with. I was trying to get one last lay of the summer before school was completely in swing. Scott, however, wanted nothing to do with my plan. And being that the summer was actually over, he had decided that my summer of conquests should be over too. I had argued with him about how this would be good for both of us but he didn't really seem to be listening. Scott was over me complaining about Emma but I couldn't stop. It was like word vomit. Like every thought that I had had about Emma all summer wouldn't stop coming out of my mouth all day.
"I'm not hung up on it," I argued, "I'm just venting about it. You know venting, right? A person talks but doesn't actually want advice on the subject."
Scott rolled his eyes, "Sorry for interrupting your venting then, please continue to obsess about Emma like you have been for the past three months."
"I object to that," I said as I parked the Jeep on the side of the road. We had arrived at the party. We both got out.
"Stiles," Scott started, giving me a look like he wanted to talk about something serious.
"What?" I asked falling into step with him on the sidewalk.
"What do you mean what?" Scott asked, brushing me off. He clearly had wanted to say something.
"I mean what. And you know what," I argued.
"What what?" Scott said with a smirk.
"That look you were giving," I said looking away from him.
"I didn't give a look," Scott argued.
"No, there was a distinct look, Scott," I pointed out.
"What look?" Scott asked, just trying to confuse me now.
I sighed, "The look that says the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party."
He shrugged, "It's not that. It just seems a little weird going to another high school's party."
"What?" I asked flailing my arms, "Oh my god, one drink and you will be fine! I went to nursery school with this girl, okay? She promised to introduce us to all of her friends. So, tonight; no Allison, no Emma. Tonight, we're moving on!"
"You're right," Scott said, ignoring my Emma comment.
"That's right, I'm right," I said.
"Moving on," Scott said gently.
"Onward and upward!" I said pointing in front of me and up to the sky.
"Let's do this!" Scott said, more confident.
"That's what I'm talking about. No looking back," I said excited.
We high fived each other, meeting our hands up high and down low. Turning on the sidewalk, we walked toward the house to enter the party.
"How does my breath smell?" Scott asked softly.
"I'm not smelling your breath," I scoffed.
"Do you have any gum?" he asked, nervous Scott coming back.
"No, no gum!" I exclaimed.
"Fine, can you at least tell me what kind of party this is?" he asked.
"It's a birthday party," I said opening the door.
"Stiles!" I heard a voice exclaim as we entered the party
I looked up and saw Heather approaching us.
"Hey! There's the birthday gi-," before I could even finish my greeting, Heather had pressed her lips against mine in a forceful kiss. She pulled back, running her hands up my arms.
"So glad that you made it," she said sweetly.
"Me too," I said, still recovering from an unexpected welcome.
"Come downstairs with me and help me pick out a bottle of wine," she suggested, nodding towards the basement stairs.
"Yes," I said, hoping that by 'help me pick out a bottle of wine' she meant 'fuck me hard'.
I turned and looked at Scott as she grabbed my hand. He gave me a wide eyed looking meaning he knew what I was up to and wasn't going to tell me not to but he still didn't approve. I turned back towards Heather. She led me to the basement door. She silently led me down the stairs but the silence was becoming too much.
"Hey," I said as we reached the basement, "Remember when we were little kids and we used to come down here all the time."
She grabbed me by the neck and forcefully put her lips on mine again. This time, I was prepared so I was able to kiss her back. She pulled back.
"Yeah, we never did that," I said sarcastically.
She ran her hands down my chest and grabbed my hand. Dragging me deeper into the wine cellar that was in the basement, she wouldn't let go of my hand.
"Stiles," she breathed, "I just turned 17 today and you know what I want for my birthday?"
"A bike?" I gulped.
"To not be a 17 year old virgin," she said kicking off her heels.
She was at a shorter height now. She was closer to Emma's height without the heels. Come on, dude, seriously. Maybe I am hung up like Scott said.
She pressed her lips on mine again, interrupting my thoughts. Her hands moved down to my belt buckle, undoing it. I pulled back, putting my hand behind her neck, wrapping it in her hair.
"Have you never done it before either?" she asked, her confidence wavering.
"Turned 17? No, not yet," I said playfully.
"Stiles," she said gently shoving my shoulder.
I smirked, "Trust me. I have plenty of experience in that department."
She sighed, "And would you want to? With me? Would you be okay with that?"
"Would I be okay with that?" I laughed, "Yeah, I believe so."
She kissed me again. I pulled her closer to me. I felt her hands on my waist again, going back to my belt buckle. Then a thought hit me.
"Shit, I don't have any…," I trailed off.
"My brother has some," she said, her eyes clouded with lust, "In the upstairs bathroom."
"Yeah? Okay? Should I…," I trailed off again.
"You should go get them," she said eagerly, "Go!"
"Going," I said turning and almost running into a shelf of wine.
I ran up the stairs, leaving the basement. I can't believe I didn't bring any condoms with me. I mean come on, I always have them on me. If I learned anything from this summer, it was that. Maybe it was my subconscious telling me that this was a bad idea. Maybe, but I was going to do it anyway.
Emma's POV
"Why are we going to this party again?" I asked Seth, not looking up from my phone.
"Because," he said annoyed, "That girl I met is going to be there and she invited me."
"And you didn't ask Isaac or Scott to go with you, why?" I asked.
"I did. Isaac is still not feeling too hot and Scott ditched me for something else," Seth said sounding hurt.
I put my phone down. Seth had been down in the dumps since we came back from England. He had recently met some girl named Morgan at the gym and she invited him to this party. He claims that they hit it off as friends but something tells me that that's not the whole story.
"Fine," I said, "But I'm coming as support. I'm not being a wing-woman."
Seth chuckled, "That's all I ask."
He parked the car down the street. We walked up to a house that seemed normal from the outside. We could hear the bass of music pumping from outside the house. Then, I saw a familiar figure in the driveway.
"Scott?" I asked, getting the boy's attention. He looked up at me and panic spread across his face.
"Emma? Seth? Um, what are you guys doing here?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at the house behind him.
"This was the party I was telling you about earlier," Seth explained.
"Right, duh," Scott said sheepishly, "Sorry about that."
"I thought you had plans with Stiles?" Seth asked.
"I did, I mean do. I do. He's inside," Scott said gesturing behind him with his thumb.
I felt my heart sink into my stomach. I couldn't escape him, could I? We're at a party for another school and he is still here. I looked at my feet, bouncing on the balls of my feet a couple of times.
"He's um," Scott started, looking over his shoulder again.
"With a girl?" I supplied.
Scott whipped his head back to look at Seth and me, "How did you –,"
"Psychic, remember?" I said pointing at myself.
Seth scoffed. He knew that my knowing had nothing to do with my psychic abilities in this moment. I had known all summer about Stiles' escapades. I tried not to let it bother me. I tried to act like I was fine, but people started to notice so I had to tell my mom and Seth the truth. That my grandparents had taught me how to check in on Stiles. Meaning, if I wanted to, I could reactivate our connection. Which meant that I could see and feel him while he had sex with other girls. It was truly a great superpower.
"Emma?" I heard a voice behind me.
I turned around to see Lydia and Allison walking up the driveway towards us. I felt Seth stiffen next to me. I looked at him, asking if he was okay with my eyes but he just shrugged.
"Hi guys," I said as they got closer.
"We didn't know you two were here," Lydia said, looking at Seth for a moment longer than normal.
That was weird.
"Yeah, Seth dragged me here against my will," I said sarcastically.
Seth nudged me and Lydia giggled. She actually giggled. Definitely weird.
"This isn't the talk we were going to have, is it?" Scott asked Allison.
She looked away for a second before responding. She pulled up her sleeve and motioned for Lydia to stand next to her.
"I need to show you something," Allison said.
We all gathered to look at their arms. There was one bruise in the same spot on each of their arms. They seemed to make a shape or follow a pattern. I looked at Seth. He gave me a knowing look like we would talk about this to Derek later.
"I don't see anything," Scott said softly.
I scoffed, "It makes a pattern."
"Thank you!" Allison exclaimed with tears in her eyes. I could tell she had been thinking about this for a long time.
I nodded, "We'll research it and figure out what it means."
"Totally. Maybe we can talk to Derek about it," Seth suggested.
"So, it's settled," Scott said with a relieved smile on his face.
We all took a step back from each other. None of us were saying what we were all thinking. That maybe it didn't mean anything. That maybe it was just a coincidence.
"How did –," I started.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" we all turned to look at the house and there was Stiles in all of his glory.
He had grown up so much over the summer. The awkward, spastic boy that I loved turned into a man with this weird aura of confidence. Plus he grew out his hair and all I could think about when I saw him was running my hands through it while we kissed. I swear, it's not fair when your ex gets hot when you're apart from one another.
"Stiles," Scott said putting his arm out to stop Stiles as he stormed over to us.
"What? Did you invite them?" he snapped, glaring at me.
"Are you talking about us or them?" Lydia asked, gesturing between herself and Seth and I.
"He's talking about me," I answered for Stiles.
"Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart. I was talking about your boyfriend here too," Stiles said with a smug smirk.
I scoffed, "Right, and on that note, I'm out."
"Wait, Emma," Scott said before I could turn to leave.
"Scott, it's fine," I lied.
I turned on my heel and walked down the sidewalk back to the car. I had my set of keys on me. Seth could catch a ride with Allison or Stiles. I didn't care. All I cared about was getting out of there.
Stiles' POV
When I went to the basement and saw that Heather wasn't down there, I figured she had changed her mind and went back to the party. I tried to find Scott in the house but I couldn't see him anywhere. Figuring he went back to the Jeep, I left the house to meet him there. When I opened the door, my heart about stopped in my chest as I saw Emma congregating with Scott, Lydia, Allison, and Seth on the driveway. Why was she here? Why was she everywhere?
I took a second to get my heartbeat back to normal. In that moment, I took in Emma's outfit. She was in a short, tight black dress that had parts of it missing at her hips. Her short hair was straight and choppy against her shoulders. My eyes slowly trailed her legs until I realized that I was being a fucking creep. She wasn't mine anymore. To be more specific, her boyfriend was standing right next to her. This sparked a rage inside of me that I thought I had shut down.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" I practically shouted from my spot by the door.
I began to cross over to them. I guess I looked like I was pissed because Scott put his hand out to stop me.
"Stiles," he said calmly.
"What? Did you invite them?" I snapped, glaring at Emma. She was looking back at me like I was a wild animal or something.
"Are you talking about us or them?" I heard Lydia ask but I didn't even give her a glance, continuing to glare at Emma.
"He's talking about me," Emma said crossing her arms. She was challenging my glare. That made me even more angry.
"Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart," I was saying before I could even think it through, "I was talking about your boyfriend here too."
She scoffed but her glare never faltered, "Right, and on that note, I'm out."
"Wait, Emma," Scott said from next to me.
It took everything in me not to shoot him a glare. I mean come on dude, bro code. You don't comfort your best friend's ex-girlfriend. I kept my eyes set on Emma.
"Scott," Emma said calmly, "It's fine."
Emma Baker. The liar extraordinaire was getting caught in a lie. I saw as her glare wavered when she said 'fine'. It took everything in me to not wrap her in a hug and kiss the top of her head. But I couldn't. I couldn't let her know that I still loved her. Not when she was with Seth. She turned to walk away and I felt my face soften a bit.
"You're a fucking idiot," Seth said crossing his arms.
I snapped my eyes to him, "I'm sorry, are you talking to me?"
He scoffed, "Yes, no one else here is a fucking idiot."
Scott chuckled, "He's right."
"Dude, you are the worst best friend right now," I said glaring at Scott.
"We aren't dating," Seth said with a smirk, glancing at Lydia for a beat longer than normal.
"What are you talking about?" I asked confused.
"We. Are. Not. Dating," Seth said.
"But you're always together," I said softly.
"So are you and Scott," he argued with a scoff.
I glared at him, "That's your argument?"
"Fine, don't believe me. Just know that I've spent the past three months making sure she's okay because of you. So I repeat what I said, you're a fucking idiot," Seth said turning to walk in the direction that Emma had just gone.
Making sure she's okay? She broke up with me. Wasn't I supposed to be the one who wasn't okay? And they spent so much time together. And the Instagram pictures and captions. They had to be together. There was no other explanation for it.
Emma's POV
"We're telling Derek before school today so hurry up," Seth said from my doorway.
"I'm already done," I said emerging from my closet.
I had decided that today I was going to tone down the new look. I put on acid wash, denim cutoffs, a black tank, and a red plaid shirt over it. I couldn't remember where I had gotten it but it was well worn and comfortable as hell. I had put on my black combat boots as a final touch.
"Wow, giving up on the goth look already?" Seth asked with a smirk.
"Shut up," I said, pushing past him and into the hallway.
The drive to school was silent. We had a big talk last night about how I needed to let go of Stiles and how Seth didn't think it was healthy for us to constantly be bickering. I agreed with him but I wasn't the one who was constantly glaring. After last night, the last person I wanted to see was Stiles. So obviously, the first person we saw at school was Stiles. He glared at us as we got out of the car and then headed into school. I just shrugged it off, trying to not let it bother me.
We met Derek, Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Allison in a random classroom before the bell rang. This was the oddest group of people I've ever seen together. Also, how does Derek keep getting into school randomly?
Lydia and Allison held their arms out for Derek to inspect.
"I don't see anything," he said glaring at Seth and me.
Apparently, Seth had told him he needed to check it out.
"Look again," Scott and I said.
"How is a bruise going to tell me where Boyd and Erica are?" Derek asked, glaring at Allison.
"It's the same, on both sides. Exactly the same," Scott tried.
"It's nothing," Derek said, not breaking his glare with Allison.
"Pareidolia," Lydia said, "Seeing patterns that aren't there." Everyone shrugged. I smirked, I loved smart Lydia, "It's a subset of Apophenia."
"They're trying to help," Seth whispered to Derek.
"These two?" Derek nodded towards the girls, "This one," he pointed at Lydia, "Who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. Thank you. And this one," he nodded at Allison, "Who shot about 30 arrows into me and my pack."
"Hey alright, come on," Stiles said softly from behind me. I turned to look at him for the first time since the meeting started. He had been unusually quiet the whole time, "No one died. Alright, look, there may have been a little maiming. Okay, a little mangling. But no death. That's what I call an important distinction."
"My mother died," Allison said softly. I winced.
"Your family's little honor code killed your mother," Derek snapped, "Not me."
"A girl is looking for Scott. I'm here to help him. Not you," Allison said.
"You wanna help?" Derek challenged, "Find something real."
He turned to walk away. Seth, Scott, and I followed him to the door.
"Give her a chance," Scott pleaded.
"They're on our side now," I seconded.
"Well then maybe you two should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night," Derek said looking at Scott and me.
Scott and I had promised each other, before I left for England, that we wouldn't tell Allison the truth about her mom. I put myself in her shoes. If someone know that my dad was a villain, I wouldn't want them to tell me that now. It would hurt too much.
The bell rang and we all left in separate directions for class. I wanted to talk to Scott before class started so I followed him and Stiles into the hallway.
"Scott," I said, getting their attention.
"Yeah," he said stopping to turn and face me.
"We can't tell her," I said, ignoring Stiles' glare.
He nodded, "I know. I don't want to."
"Okay. So the promise still holds," I said with a relieved sigh, "I just wanted to make sure we were still on the same page."
"Of course," he said with a smile."
"Can we go now?" Stiles asked with a whine.
I shot him a glare. Looking back at Scott, "I'll see you in class."
I turned and started toward my locker, wanting to change my books before class.
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Economics was the most boring class on the planet. Coach made it slightly better but still. I walked into class and settled into my seat behind Stiles. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't sit away from him. Seth sat next to me with Scott in front of him. Coach slammed a book on his desk, getting our attention.
"The stock market is based on two principles," he explained, "What are they?"
Scott raised his hand. I had to stop myself from laughing. Did he actually know the answer or was he just messing with Coach?
"Yes McCall, you can go to the bathroom," Coach said, "Anybody else?"
Scott sighed, "No, Coach. I know the answer."
Coach laughed, then realized that Scott was serious and stopped, "Oh you're serious?"
"Yeah, it's risk and reward," Scott said confidently.
"Wow!" Coach exclaimed, "Who are you and what have you done to McCall? Don't answer that I like you better. I like you better."
Coach backed up, back to where his desk was.
"Does anyone have a quarter?" he asked the class.
Stiles moved around in front of me, presumably to get a quarter out of his pocket. Instead, I saw a condom marked XXL fly out of his pocket. Not only did I feel my face flush in embarrassment for him but I also felt my heart race in jealousy. It was one thing for me to know he was with another girl last night, it's another for me to actually see proof of that. I can deal with it as long as I don't have to actually know what's going on. The condom being thrown in my face, quite literally, is too much. I looked up at Seth and he was grimacing. He mouthed, 'are you okay?' and I nodded.
"Stilinski," Coach said, picking up the condom, "I think you uh, dropped this."
He handed the condom back to Stiles.
"And congratulations," he said, "To both of you." He looked directly at me as he said the last part and I felt my face turn bright red.
Scott was looking at Stiles in awe. Seth was trying his hardest to not laugh at the two of us. I was trying not to reach over and punch Seth in the arm. This was humiliating. We aren't even dating anymore. That condom was for another girl yet somehow, I'm the one who's sex life is going to be talked about all over the school.
Stiles banging his hands on his desk took me out of my thoughts. He got out of his seat and went to the front of the class to put a quarter in a mug.
"Alright, Stilinski," Coach cheered him on.
Stiles got into position to shoot the quarter when his dad walked into the room. Scott and I exchanged a look. I sat up straighter in my seat. This can't be good.
"Stiles," his dad said.
"Yeah Coach, I got it," Stiles said, not looking up.
"Stiles," his dad tried again. This time Stiles looked up and froze. He left the room with his dad.
I tried to focus on what they were saying out in the hallway.
"I couldn't find her. I figured she had hooked up with her other friends," Stiles' voice said, "Has no one really seen her since last night?"
"We put out an APB but uh, Stiles, all her friends say that you were the last person who saw her," his dad's voice said.
"Me?" Stiles asked.
"We hope that it's just a series of bad decisions based on too much to drink but if you remember anything else, you call me," his dad's voice responded.
Shit. A girl went missing. This can't be good. I looked at Seth and Scott and realized we were all listening in on the conversation. Hopefully we can find this girl before something supernatural does.
Stiles' POV
"So you think they kidnapped Heather to turn her?" Scott asked me about my theory.
"Derek said it's easier to turn teenagers," I explained.
"But what would a pack of alphas need with a beta?" he asked.
"Look, Scott, I don't know and I don't care. This girl, our moms were best friends before mine died. Okay? We used to take freaking bubble baths together when we were three. I've gotta find her," I pleaded.
"Then we need Isaac to remember," Scott said.
"How?" I argued, "Peter and Derek couldn't do it. Do you know any other werewolves with a better trick?"
Scott stopped, "Maybe not a werewolf, but someone who knows a lot about them."
I sighed, "You better not be talking about Emma."
"Uh, last time I checked she was officially a werewolf," Scott informed me.
"Wait, what? Since when?" I asked.
"I don't know, this summer I guess. Seth was telling me about how she was basically a full werewolf she just needed more training for fighting," Scott explained.
"And you were talking to Seth, why?" I asked, annoyed.
He sighed, "Because he's my friend. I know you don't like him. I don't know why you don't like him but I respect your opinion. That doesn't mean I can't like him."
"God you make me question this friendship," I said sarcastically.
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Derek and Scott were dumping bags of ice into a tub. Emma and Seth had met us at the clinic with Isaac in tow. We stood around the tub, the werewolves closer to it than I was. I stood by the door to the room. Emma sat on a table slightly in front of me, distancing herself from everyone.
"Like being hypnotized?" Isaac asked as he walked into the room.
"Exactly," Deaton exclaimed, "You'll be half transformed. It'll let us access your unconscious mind."
"How slow does his heartrate need to be?" Emma asked softly.
"Very slow," Deaton said cryptically.
"How slow is very slow?" Derek asked.
"Nearly dead," Deaton said with a shrug.
Isaac put his hand in the ice. He pulled it back with a hiss, "It's safe though, right?"
"Do you want me to answer honestly?" Deaton asked.
"No, no, not really," Isaac said softly.
I found a giant glove and quickly got distracted by the task at hand. I decided to try it on. I had gotten it on my hand, pretty quietly. But as I moved the rubber to get further up my arm, it made a loud snapping noise that made everyone in the room turn to look at me.
"What?" I asked.
Derek raised his eyebrows at me. Scott shook his head. Seth and Isaac looked genuinely uninterested. But Emma smirked. Her eyes held a light in them that I hadn't seen in quite some time. And her smirk was more of a knowing one, rather than the confident ones I'd been receiving lately.
I quickly took the glove off and went back to my spot against the wall. Emma slowly turned back around to face the werewolves in front of her.
"Look, if it feels too risky, you don't have to do this," Derek told Isaac.
Isaac took his shirt off quickly. I saw Emma's body tense in front of me. Isaac glanced over at her and she nodded. He gave her a small smile and got into the tub. Derek, Scott, and Seth held him under. He continued to struggle, coming up for air, completely transformed. Deaton kept telling the wolves to hold him. Emma was visible tense. She looked like she was being drowned.
"Now remember, only I talk to him. Too many voices will confuse him and draw him out," Deaton said to everyone.
"Isaac," he said calmly, "Can you hear me?"
"Yes," Isaac choked out, "I can hear you."
"This is Dr. Deaton. I'd like to ask you a few questions. Is that alright?" the vet continued.
"Yes," Isaac said softly.
"I wanna ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd," Deaton said, "I want you to remember it for me in as vivid detail as possible. Like you're actually there."
"I – I don't want to do that," Isaac argued, "I don't want to do that."
"Just relax," Deaton encouraged, "They're just memories. You can't be hurt by a memory."
"I don't want to do that," Isaac repeated.
I looked at Emma. She was gripping the table she was sitting on so tightly that her knuckles were white. She was gritting her teeth. I wanted to comfort her so badly but I stayed in my spot.
"Now let's go back to that night," Deaton continued once Isaac was calm, "To the place you found Erica and Boyd. Can you tell me what you see? Is there some kind of building? A house?"
"It's not a house. It's uh, stone," Isaac described, "Like marble."
"That's perfect. Can you give me any other descriptors?" Deaton pressed on.
Isaac breathed, "It's dusty. Empty."
"Like an abandoned building?" Deaton suggested.
The lights started to flicker and Isaac stopped responding.
"Isaac?" Deaton asked, "Isaac?"
"Emma," Derek said softly, "You need to be over here."
She sighed and crossed over to the tub. She kneeled next to it, grabbing Isaac's hand. What the hell was that all about?
"They see me. Someone's here," Isaac said loudly.
"Relax," Deaton said again.
"No, they see me. They see me," Isaac ranted.
He screamed, struggling against the hands that held him in the tub.
"They're just memories," Deaton repeated his mantra, "Relax, relax."
Isaac relaxed against the werewolves' hands but kept his grip on Emma's hand. She moved into a sitting position, leaning against the tub.
"Now tell us what you see," Deaton pushed, "Tell us everything."
"I hear them," Isaac said as he opened his eyes, "He's talking about the full moon. Being out of control when the moon rises."
"Talking to Erica?" Deaton suggested.
"I think so," Isaac said, his teeth chattering, "I can't see her. I can't see either of them."
"Can you hear anything else?" Deaton asked, louder this time.
The lights flickered, "They're worried. They're worried what they'll do during the moon. They're worried that they're going to hurt each other."
"If they're locked in together on a full moon, they're going to tear each other apart," Derek said softly. Scott and Seth nodded.
"Isaac, we need to find them right now," Deaton pressed, "Can you see them?"
"No," Isaac answered.
"Do you know what kind of room it is? Is there any kind of marker, a number on a door, a sign?" Deaton asked.
Isaac sat straight up, gasping for air. He was still hypnotized. He let go of Emma's hand but she didn't move from her sitting position on the floor.
"They're here," he breathed.
I looked behind me to see if maybe they were here at the clinic and he wasn't hypnotized anymore but no one was behind me.
"It's alright," Deaton soothed.
"They're here," Isaac repeated, "They see me! They've found me!"
"This isn't working!" Derek yelled, "Isaac where are you?!"
"No, I can't see. It's too dark!" Isaac continued.
"Isaac, tell me where you are!" Derek kept yelling.
"I can't see!" Isaac yelled.
"You're confusing him," Deaton said calmly.
"Isaac, where are you?" Derek continued, "Tell me where you are!"
"His heartrate," Emma said loudly, "He'll go into shock. Let him go."
"Derek, let him go!" Scott yelled.
"Isaac, where are you? What did you see?" Derek yelled.
"It's a vault! It's a bank vault!" Isaac yelled, "They caught me and dragged me into a room. There's a body in there. A girl's body. I can't tell – I – I think it's – Erica's in there. She's dead. Erica's dead. The girl came and saved me. She took me out of the closet to get me out of the bank. It's a bank!"
Isaac quickly got out of his trance, shooting out of the water. Emma quickly stood up, trying not to get wet in the process.
"I saw it!" he said confidently, "I saw the name."
He stood to get out of the tub. Seth and Scott helped him to his feet. Emma handed him a towel from the table she was sitting at previously. She wrapped it around him and patted his shoulder.
"It's uh, Beacon Hills First National Bank," Isaac said, shivering, "It's an abandoned bank. They're keeping them locked inside. They're keeping them locked inside the vault."
I looked around the room. No one was going to acknowledge the fact that Isaac just told us that Erica is dead. Was I the only one who heard that?
"You don't remember what you said right before you came out of it do you?" I asked Isaac when he looked confused at everyone's reactions.
"No," Isaac said softly, looking at Emma.
"Uh, you said when they captured you, they dragged you into a room and that there was a body in it," I continued to be the only one informing him of what happened.
"What body?" he asked Emma.
"Erica," she said softly, swallowing, "You said it was Erica."
Isaac shook his head in despair. The mood around the room was a depressed one. Derek started pacing, trying to think of a plan. Emma went to her bag and pulled out a shirt and handed it to Isaac. She helped him get it on and then sat next to him on the counter. Did I read the situation wrong? Is she actually dating Isaac now and not Seth? What the hell is going on?
"She's not dead," Derek said during his pacing.
"He literally said, 'There's a dead body. It's Erica.' That doesn't exactly leave us much room for interpretation," I argued.
"Then who was in the vault with Boyd?" Derek pointed out.
"Someone else, obviously," Emma said from behind me.
"And maybe, it was the girl on the motorcycle," Scott suggested. He looked at Isaac, "The one who saved you."
"No, she wasn't like us and whoever was in the vault with Boyd was," Isaac informed us.
"What if that's like how Erica died?" I asked, "They pit them against each other during the full moon and see which one survives?"
"Like werewolf thunderdome?" Emma asked sarcastically.
I let myself smile. Of course she knew where I was going with my thought process. She smiled back and I felt like my heart was racing.
"Then we get them out tonight," Derek said, interrupting our moment.
"Be smart about this, Derek," Deaton said cryptically, "You can't just go storming in."
"If Isaac got in then so can we," Seth pointed out.
"But he didn't get through a vault door," Deaton argued.
"We need a plan," Scott suggested.
"How are we going to come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than 24 hours?" Derek snapped at Scott.
"Uh, I think somebody already did," I said, looking at my phone, "It says, 'Beacon Hills First National closes its doors three months after vault robbery.' It doesn't say here how it was robbed but it probably won't take that long to find out."
"How long?" Derek demanded.
"It's the internet, Derek. Okay? Minutes," I said confidently.
Emma's POV
"Boys," I heard the sheriff's voice but couldn't bring myself to open my eyes, "And Emma apparently."
I slowly opened my eyes. I was in Stiles' room. Stiles, Scott, and I had come back here after the clinic to research the bank robbery. It took a lot of convincing on my end for Stiles to let me help but it worked. We hadn't said one word to each other since I entered his bedroom. Now, however, his arm was around my waist and he pulled me closer to his body.
"Hey," the sheriff tried again, "Time to wake up."
Nothing. I still hadn't moved. Mostly cause I was internally freaking out about cuddling with Stiles but also because I didn't want it to end.
"Boys," the sheriff said louder, "Boys!"
Stiles jumped behind me, causing me to move closer to him than I was before. Scott stirred in his chair, sitting up all the way. I moved away from Stiles to sit against his bed.
The sheriff sighed, "I have to get to work. You three, get to school."
"Dad," Stiles practically lunged across me as his dad turned to leave, "Heather?"
The sheriff looked between Stiles and I and then sighed, "Nothing yet."
Stiles sighed, sitting on his knees, no longer across me. He ripped a paper that had gotten stuck to him, away from his body.
"Ten hours and nothing," Stiles said, standing to move to his bed.
"We're going to find something," Scott said hopeful.
I scoffed, "Finding something doesn't make Erica any less dead."
"Or Boyd any less about to be dead," Stiles added.
"We still have time," Scott told both of us.
"Is this whole like remain optimistic in the face of complete and utter disaster thing a part of the 'Be a Better Scott McCall' program?" Stiles asked sarcastically.
"Um," Scott said looking down, "Not if it doesn't work."
"No, it works," Stiles sighed.
He looked at the papers in his hands. Something must have caught his eye because his heartbeat spiked and he held one paper very tightly.
"Oh," he said ominously, "Dad! Dad!"
Stile shoved the paper into Scott's arms and ran after his dad. I got up to look over Scott's shoulder. His dad was one of the primary investigators on the case. Stiles was talking to his dad for a while before he came back to tell us the plan. We had to get to school soon otherwise we would be late.
"I have to get home and change before school," I said standing up from Stiles' bed.
"I think you still have clothes here," Stiles said with a casual shrug.
I looked at him like he was crazy, "Why do you still have my clothes?"
Stiles just laughed, "You're literally wearing one of my flannels right now."
I looked down. That was where this shirt came from. I knew I had never actually purchased it. I quickly untied the bottom of the shirt and shrugged it off of my shoulders. I handed it over to Stiles.
"Here you go," I said with a smirk.
His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip. His eyes slowly scanned over my body. I suddenly felt very exposed in his bedroom with just shorts and a tank top on.
"Thank you?" he said more as a question, "But that doesn't exactly help you right now."
I tried to fight him on it but he was right. We didn't have time for me to go home and change. We especially didn't have time for the two of us to be having a stare down in his bedroom.
"Fine," I said, "Where are the clothes I left here?"
"Top drawer," he said, going over to his own closet.
I crossed to his dresser, opening the top drawer. I was met with a small amount of my clothing but enough for me to question why Stiles had held onto them. I pulled out a black skirt and a Spider-Man t-shirt. It was more old me than new me but it would have to do. Considering my other options were a corset or many different sports bras. Without thinking, I began to take off my shorts. I didn't realize that it was weird to be changing in Stiles' room when we aren't together until I had my tank over my head.
"Did you – oh sweet jesus," I heard Stiles' voice.
"Shit, sorry," I said quickly trying to cover myself with my hands. Like that would work.
"No, uh, it's fine," he said scratching the back of his neck but not looking away, "I was just making sure you found clothes to wear."
I nodded, "Yep, it's all good."
"Great, that's uh, great," he stuttered. He gave me one last look, nodded, and then went back to his closet.
I sighed and shook my head. Today was going to be a long day.
Stiles' POV
"Okay! See this?" I said pointing at the blueprint I got from my dad, "This is how they got in. Through the rooftop air conditioning vent. It leads down, inside, into the wall of the vault. Which is here," I circled it, "Okay? One of the robbers was lowered into the shaft. Now, that space is small, it took them about 12 hours to drill into that wall, which is stone by the way. Then for the rest of the night, siphoned the money up to the guys on the roof through the shaft in the wall. Boom."
"Can we fit in there?" Scott asked worried.
"Yes we can," I assured him, "But very, very barely. And they also patched the wall obviously so we are going to need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit -."
"Forget the drill," Derek said.
"Sorry?" I asked confused.
"If I go in first, how much space do I have?" Derek asked.
"What are you gonna do?" I asked him, "Huh? What are you gonna do, Derek? Are you gonna punch through the wall?"
"Yes, Stiles," Derek said confidently, "I'm gonna punch through the wall."
"Okay, big guy," I said sarcastically, "Let's see that big ole fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there, don't be scared. Big bad wolf, yeah, look at that," he lifted his clenched fist, I put my palm out in front of it, "Okay, you see this? That is about 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid -."
He punched me in the hand, causing me to lose my balance and fall backwards. I grabbed onto the table for support. Clenching my wrist and whining in pain.
"Derek," Emma said sternly. She crossed over to me and took my wrist in her hand. She glanced up at me, "Are you okay?"
I nodded, "Yep, he can do it."
She smirked. She turned to go back to her spot at the table, next to Derek.
"I can get through the wall," Derek said confidently, "Who's following me down?"
"Don't look at me," Peter said from the stairs, "I'm not up to fighting speed yet. And honestly? With Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself."
"So, I'm supposed to just let them die?" Derek argued.
"One of them is already dead," Peter said with a shrug.
"We don't know that," Derek argued.
"Do I have to remind you what we're up against?" Peter pointed out the obvious, "A pack of alphas. All of them killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach than try to remember that two of them combine bodies to form one giant alpha. Sure, Erica and Boyd are sweet kids and they will be missed."
"Can someone kill him again, please?" Emma asked, crossing her arms.
"Derek," Peter continued, "Seriously, not worth the risk."
"What about you?" Derek asked.
I assumed he was talking to me, "Yeah if you want me to come."
"Not you," he said.
"Scott?" I asked, pointing at my best friend with my thumb.
"I don't know about Erica but if Boyd is still alive, we have to do something," Scott said, "We have to try."
"But?" Derek asked.
"Who's the other girl? The one locked in there with Boyd," Scott asked.
"We'll figure that out," Seth spoke for the first time all night.
"I have you right?" Derek asked him.
"Is that even a question," Seth said with a smirk.
"Baker?" Derek asked, looking at Emma.
Before she could even respond, Seth and I had already answered for her.
"Absolutely not," I said.
At the same time, Seth said, "She's not going."
"Wow guys thanks for letting me make my own decisions," she said with a smirk.
"Remember what you promised your mom," Seth reminded her, touching her shoulder.
Emma scowled, "You made the same promise, buddy."
"Yeah, but she isn't my mom," Seth pointed out.
"Wow, such great logic," Emma said with a snort.
"You aren't going. End of discussion," Seth said.
"You can't tell me what to do," Emma said moving away from him.
"Em," I started. She looked at me with wide eyes, "Maybe just sit this one out?"
She slowly nodded, "Fine but I'm not happy about it."
I put my hands up in surrender, "Fair enough."
Emma's POV
Why was Stiles being nice to me? I mean I know that we are in the same circle of friends but he literally was shooting me daggers with his eyes 48 hours ago and now he's back to protecting me. And he called me 'Em'. When was the last time he called me that?
Deciding that I needed a break from the Stiles weirdness, I went up the stairs in the loft to check on Isaac. He was sleeping but his heartbeat was normal so I left the room after I knew he was okay. As I descended the stairs, I saw Peter and Stiles talking in the kitchen area.
"Isaac is okay in case either of you were wondering," I told them.
"We weren't," Peter said from the couch.
I scoffed, "Why are you still here?"
"I could ask you the same question," he said.
"Hey," Stiles said, coming over to us, "leave her alone."
He pulled me over to the window, away from Peter.
"Thanks," I said softly, "But I can handle myself."
"Oh, I have no doubts about that," he said with a small smile.
I shook my head, "Why are you being so nice to me all of the sudden?"
He scratched the back of his neck, "What do you mean?"
"I mean that ever since school started you've given me looks that could kill and been rude to me but today you were nice and included me in things. Why?" I asked, crossing my arms.
He shrugged, "I don't know. I don't feel that angry anymore. Don't get me wrong, I'm still very sensitive about our break up but I don't have this blinding rage anymore."
I laughed, "Well that's good then."
"Are you dating Isaac?" Stiles asked abruptly.
"No, why would you think that?" I asked.
"Are you dating Seth?" he asked, ignoring my question.
"No. Stiles, I'm not dating anyone," I said, running my hands through my hair.
"But you and Seth - ."
"Are practically siblings," I stated.
"And you and Isaac?" he asked, crossing his arms.
I sighed. I could be honest, or I could lie. But considering I wanted to move forward with Stiles, honesty was the best policy.
"I'm not going to lie to you," I started, "We hooked up a couple times this summer but then we realized that we are better as friends. We don't work together. But he doesn't have any friends. So that's all we are. Friends."
He nodded, "I don't know why you're being so honest with me."
"You deserve to know the truth," I said softly.
"Wow, Emma 'The Professional Liar' Baker seems to be evolving," he said with a smirk.
"What can I say? New year, new me," I said with fake confidence.
"I like the old you just fine," he said with a sad smile.
"Can you two stop being so sickeningly sweet with one another, please?" Peter snapped, pulling us out of our conversation.
"I can't take waiting around like this," Stiles said, changing the subject, "It's nerve racking. My nerves are racked. They're severely racked."
"I could beat you unconscious," Peter suggested.
"You think Erica is really dead?" he asked me.
"You think I really care?" Peter answered. We both looked at him with disdain.
"I don't understand the bank though," I said softly.
"Right? Like why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair?" Stiles asked, "They're an alpha pack, shouldn't they have a lair?"
I shook my head, "They're an alpha pack not Bond villains."
"Wait a sec, wait a sec," Stiles said, pacing the loft, "Maybe they're living there, ya know? Like maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens."
Peter scoffed, "Wolf dens."
"Yeah, wolf dens," Stiles said looking at Peter, "Where do you live?"
"In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods," Peter said sarcastically.
"Whoa, really?" Stiles asked.
I facepalmed.
Peter laughed, "No you idiot, I live in an apartment downtown."
"Okay," I said, "But that proves that there's something off about the bank. And, why wait around for the full moon?"
"Yeah? Why not just kill them whenever they want to?" Stiles suggested.
"Maybe they think it's poetic," Peter said, gesturing with his hands.
"They've already had three full moons to be poetic," I pointed out.
"And here you two have only had one full hour to be so annoying - ," Peter stopped mid-sentence.
"No, go ahead. Finish what you were saying. We're annoying?" Stiles said sarcastically.
"What are the walls made of?" Peter asked, suddenly standing up.
Stiles looked around the loft, "I don't know like wood, or brick?"
I shook my head, "No, the walls of the vault."
Peter nodded, "Yes, the vault. What are the walls made out of?" He flipped through the blueprint, "Where would it say that? It's not here. Where would it say the type of materials, the type of stone?"
Stiles realized what he was asking and quickly found the book we were reading earlier.
"Here, it's gotta be in there," he said, handing the book to Peter.
We tried to quickly look through the book but we didn't want to miss anything. I felt like I was missing something. Like I should know what is going on and why they are being kept in a vault but I have no idea. I'm as lost as everyone else.
"Shouldn't you be able to see this in the future?" Peter asked, frustrated.
I sighed, "I'm trying harder than you know right now."
Stiles put his hand on my shoulder, "We'll find it."
Peter turned the page. Stiles turned toward the book on the table, he read the page.
"Wait, that's it," Stiles said, pointing to the page.
"Hecatolite," Peter said softly.
"Is that awful? That sounds awful," Stiles said, worried.
"Get them on the phone," I said, "Call them. Now!"
"Okay," Stiles said, pulling out his phone, "Why?"
"Cause Boyd and that girl aren't going to kill each other," Peter said.
"They're going to kill Derek, Scott, and Seth," I finished.