CHAPTER 2:
LIZ'S POV:
After Deaton was done with his work he took us back to his place. It was decent sized apartment with one bedroom, an office, living room, full-sized bathroom, kitchen, and dining room. After Katrina and I were finished exploring his place we went back into the living room where Deaton was currently standing.
"Um, I don't mean to be ungrateful or anything, but there's only one bedroom," I said.
"Yeah. And there is no way in hell that we'll be sleeping with you!" Katrina exclaims.
I elbow her ribs to shut her up. Deaton only responded by going to the couch and moving the cushions so they were now leaning against the wall, as well as the coffee table that was located in the middle of the room. He then pulls a metal rod from inside the couch turning it into a bed.
"Oh" I mutter softly.
The stoic vet went into his room only to later appear with sheets and pillows. I quickly rushed to help him make the bed. Katrina lays down on the newly made bed sighing contently. Deaton left again and returns with what I assume is clothes for us. He gave each of us a huge shirt that wasn't even his size, and super baggy sweatpants. I muttered a quick thanks feeling awkward to be here with a strange man letting us stay with him. I was grateful we had somewhere to sleep, but I still knew nothing personal about Deaton making him seem dangerous in my mind.
"You both know where the bathroom is correct?" we nod "You can take turns taking showers then. Is there anything else you might need?" Deaton asks us.
I shook my head, just wanting to sleep and forget about all of this craziness, but Katrina was still awake enough to think of something else.
"Can you get us a cell phone? We're going to need it with all the supernatural shit that happens in Beacon Hills. Oh! And can you take us to the hospital tomorrow? We need to talk to someone there." She asks with a sweet smile on her face.
He nods his head telling us our legal things will be here tomorrow night. With that he bids us a goodnight and goes to his own bedroom.
I turn to Katrina "Can I use the shower first? I'm really tired and just want to get to bed as soon as possible."
"Sure. In the morning we're going to have to plan what we're gonna do tomorrow." She says.
I nod my head and rush to the bathroom. I sigh as I got undressed and found the proper soaps. They were for men, but I couldn't care less at the moment. After I turned the water on I looked into the mirror. I saw me, but a different me. Like the better version of me. I still had the same blue eyes, same smooth skin without acne, the same facial structure. My moles were still in the same places that I remember. My hair still was a weird multicolor mixture of blonde, red, black, and different shades of brown. The thing about my hair that changed is it now fell down to the small of my back instead of my shoulder blades.
The biggest change though was my body size. I'm still 5'3" and my shoe size is still 9, but everything else changed. My old bulging fat is now gone replaced with sturdy muscles. Looking back into the mirror I realized something- I'm smoking hot! I now had curves in all the right places, so no more muffin top for me! Even my skin was more tan, but nothing too crazy.
In reality I know nothing too intense changed. I'm not supermodel gorgeous, but this new figure is totally okay with me.
The last change is my scar, or really the lack of it. I used to have a long deep scar all the way down my chest ending with two idents a couple inches above my belly button. I got it when I was only a couple months old. You see, I had a defective heart, meaning that blood couldn't run through it very effectively. I got an open heart surgery the first time to fix it for a little bit, and then another open heart surgery to fix it forever. The surgery was only invented a couple of years before I was born, so not many people had it before me.
I have no idea as to why my body changed, and why I was wearing old-timey clothes, and even why I woke up in this world. To be honest I'm terrified. Just thinking about all the shit that's about to go down makes me want to hide a safe room forever. I don't want to get close to the people here, or make friends. I was never one to easily make friends. Sure I made acquaintances, but I never counted them as friends. My family always tried to get me to go outside and play with kids, but I only wanted to stay inside and play House.
House to me is basically make believe. I create characters and their lives and live them out in privacy. Thinking of these stories is a coping mechanism for me. I get to leave my troubles and go live someone else's. Even though I could be crying from some fictional character's death that I made up, I would still find comfort in it. Mostly because I can control those worlds. In the real one I have no power. Like now in this Teen Wolf world I hold no power over these people and their actions. They could go on a murderous spree, and there isn't one damn thing I could do about it.
When I notice my nose starting to hurt, I do what I always do when dealing with stress- completely ignore it. My nose hurting has always been a sign to me that I'm going to start crying. I can't cry now. In this town, weakness will get you killed. I can't be weak. I can't cry for my lost family. I can't be ungrateful for my living conditions. I can't be selfish and ignore everyone, even though I really want to. I have to be strong. I have to only rely on myself. I have to provide strength and comfort for the hurt people here like the Hales, Stilinskis, McCalls, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Lydia, and Jackson. I have to get a job to be financially stable and independent. I have to man up and put on a brave face.
One side of me is screaming at the other to shut up. It knows from past experiences this isn't the way to go about things. It knows pushing away my emotions and telling no one is what made me almost-. I shake my head to get rid of the thought. That isn't going to happen again. I'll make sure if it.
I quickly finish my shower and dry off. I threw on the too big clothes and hurried back to the living room where Katrina is currently laying on the bed staring at ceiling like it offended her somehow.
"The shower is open." I inform her.
She jumps up and goes to the bathroom, then comes back to get her clothes.
Katrina POV
I look at my friend as I walk back into the bathroom, she looked a tad sad, I will have to ask about it later.
I sigh as I begin stripping off my nasty scrubs, and then I waddle into the shower, I waddle because damn my legs are sticky with I don't even know, I step in and quickly wash my body. My mind goes to my family, I'm gonna miss those assholes, well maybe not my older brother he was a dickkkk. I might miss the other five of my siblings, my mom as well but this is a good break from them you know. I sigh as I move on to wash my hair. When I touch my hair I feel a difference. It's longer like past my shoulders longer. WHAAAAT? I quickly wash it then I jump out of the shower and dry my hair.
Then I see myself in the mirror.
"Hot Damn," I exclaim as I move closer to the mirror to inspect my face. Holy shit no acne, must be because we are in the tv show world. Damn. My face was still the same, but without acne, it still holds those big dumb brown eyes, the cutie mark that's just above my lip on the left side, and now holds a longer set of curls, it was the same damn baby face that made me look 12, the only thing that makes people rethink the 12 year old this is my tits….MY TITS.
My eyes shoot down to my chest, oh….they didn't change still DDD, oh you think I'm exaggerating, nope these big assholes suck in the real world and they suck now. Then I notice my bod, it was the same really but a tad thinner, I wasn't in the fat side more on the chubby side, now I didn't have it so fuck yeah. Wait if I changed that means Liz did too. I got to see this.
I throw on one of the shirts Deaton had given me, it goes down past my thighs because I'm only 5 foot.
"Liz," I tell as I run into the room, I look at her, damn, "Damn you were cute before now you're just sexy." I try to wolf whistle but It just sounds like pthhbbb. Thanks Obama.
"What the hell was that," Liz looks at me with a blank look.
"It was none of your business bitch."
"Slut."
"Girls," Our heads snap to Deaton as he stands there with an amused look on his face, "Just go to bed if you wanna get up early to see the person at the hospital."
"Got it Doc," I grin as I give him a thumbs up.
"I'm just a vet," he sighs as he walks into his room.
I lay down by Liz. Tomorrow we get to see my Cray Cray bae, Peter Hale. Hell fucking yes. I smile, "Night bitch."
"Night slut."
(Morning time still Katrina's pov)
I rolled over and slowly opened my eyes as I heard a shuffling noise, god it was morning already. I groaned and sat up. I heard more shuffling and made a move to sit up, I moaned softly in pain as I moved into the kitchen, that bed was not comfy. I see Deaton standing there with a carton of eggs in his hands.
"Good Morning Katrina," He spoke softly not to wake up Liz.
"Morning Doc," I sighed, "What you making?"
"Just some eggs and bacon."
"Mmmmm nice."
"How much do you think you'll eat?"
"Like, a lot, I feel like I could eat a horse, one of the small ones though, like they were hit with a shrink ray but that's kinda how they were made," I rambled. Deaton just looked amused and grabbed two frying pans.
"Oh Katrina, there are some scrubs for you on the chair over there, I doubt you want to wear just my shirt to the hospital,"
"Oh thanks Pal." I grabbed the Scrubs and run to the bathroom. I stole some of Deaton's mouth wash and fixed my hair, then I hurried out.
"So Doc need any help," I laughed at his eyebrow twitch, that twitch just said 'I'm a vet, not a doctor.' I moved over to the pan with the eggs and start cooking, then Liz walked in.
Liz's POV:
The next morning I woke up feeling tired and uncomfortable from a restless sleep. I'm not used to having someone sleep in the same bed as me, so I tossed and turned for most of the night. I look over to see that Katrina didn't come back to bed. Laughter reaches my ears. My guess is from the kitchen because it sounds like something is fizzling.
"What are you guys doing?" I ask them
"Cooking breakfast of course! We're making scrambled eggs and hashbrowns." Katrina explains.
Deaton is standing at the oven fiddling with two pans. It seemed she was now wearing scrubs….For scrubs they really worked on the figure….wow.
"Can you please set the table? The dishes are up there" he points up to cabinet.
I nod my head and get to work. Soon we're sitting down eating with Katrina and Deaton talking to each other. Katrina was the more social one between the two of us.
"Deaton and I were talking, and he agreed to take us to the hospital before he goes to work, oh he also said he already got school set up for us" she said cheerfully….she must be happy because she gets to see Stiles.
I look over to the clock to see it's 7:50. Ugh. How can we function so early in the morning? Oh! I thought of what else we can do today.
"Deaton could you perhaps give us a little allowance? We're in desperate need of our own clothes and toiletries. I don't mean to be disgraceful, but I'd rather not have to wear a man's outfit to school" I said.
He stared at me thoughtfully. This seems to be a pattern with him.
"I will give each of you $100. The question is how you will get to the mall," he said.
That does seem to be the problem, doesn't it? Hm, who do we know that doesn't have school or work that is willing to hang out with teenagers? Oh! I know the perfect candidate!
"Would you happen to have Derek Hale's phone number?" I asked him.
He got up and left. I didn't know he hated Sourwolf so much. Soon he comes back with a sheet of paper. On the paper is what looks to be a phone number and over it says Derek Hale in fancy cursive. Well now I feel stupid for thinking the emissary actually hated the born wolf.
Later on we finally arrive at Beacon Hills Hospital. It looks exactly like it does in the show, but for once there isn't any dying people being rushed into it. We just have to wait a couple months, I'm sure shit is about to go down then. I look over to see Katrina spinning in circles like a drunk ballerina.
"Um, are you high?" I asked her.
"High on love!" she replied with a love sick look in her eyes.
"Uhhhh what?" I said.
"My love for Peter is so grand. He makes me feel warm and weird on the inside" she explained now frolicking across the pavement.
"Are you on your period?" I asked her.
"What?! No!"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm 100 fucking percent positive, bitch"
I shake my head at her. It was a real question. I have no idea what is going to happen to us in this world. We could be pregnant or something. I don't know how magic works!
"Fine. Whatever. Let's just go inside and talk to Zombie Wolf" I said.
"You know he isn't a zombie yet, right?" she asked as we enter the hospital.
"Yeah I know. The nickname stuck. Where is his room by the way?"
She shrugged her shoulders in response. I sighed not wanting to ask someone for help. As we were heading towards the help desk a nurse intercepts us.
"There you two are! You're 15 minutes late! They need you in room 2-10. Come on! You're already late on your first day, not a good way to start" as the nurse was telling me this she pulled on both of our arms taking Katrina and I with her.
We tried pushing her away from us, but she had a grip of steel. I stretched my hand towards a random doorknob, but the nurse only pulled harder. She yanked us down a corridor not letting us just follow her. Does she think we're going to run away? Well we are, so she has reason to keep us close.
"Owwww," Katrina yelled. Ow was right, this woman had an iron grip.
Hey are we going to go to Peter's room or past it? First of all, why did she grab us in the first place?
"Ummm, ma'am? Why are you dragging us around?" Right as I finished asking she shoved us into a room that held an old sickly looking man. He was wearing a hospital gown and lying on the uncomfortable bed.
"We have to clean him, then we have to feed him, and finally clean out his pot" the pushy nurse said.
She probably thought we were new workers because we were dressed in scrubs that Deaton gave us. For once I was actually upset with the outfit I was wearing.
"Uh, okay, b-" I tried to explain we weren't the new nurses, but she just cut me off.
"Great! Get to work!"she sarcastically commanded us.
After saying her piece the real nurse left slamming the door behind her. Katrina and I turned to look at each other still trying to figure out what the frick just happened.
"I told you we shouldn't wear scrubs, but noooo. Now we're here stuck with this geezer. I'm not touching him!" my friend said.
I scrunched my mouth trying to think of what we should do. A low groan interrupted my thinking. I sighed definitely not ready for the mental scarring that's going to happen.
My smile brightened considerably with my movements turning chipper and excited in an instance. Around the age of 13 I learned how to quickly change my facial expressions and body language from sad to thrilled, or joyous to dead serious. It seemed to always freak out the people around me, even my family that saw it all the time.
"Good morning, Sir! How are you this fine day? I'm going to be your nurse today, but be warned that I'm new to professional nursing. If you are uncomfortable or unsure of anything at all, please don't hesitate to tell me." I told my apparent patient.
I kept my smile soft and confident, so he would trust me making my job easier.
Katrina inched towards me subtly.
"Do you know what the hell you're doing? We don't want to accidently kill the man!" she whispered to me.
I nodded my head turning to her.
"Yeah, my grandma's a nurse. Every summer I would spend a week with her and some other holidays, so she took me to her job. When I got old and big enough she gave me small jobs. Overall, I know the basics, enough to do what I'm supposed to. Why don't you go find Zombie Wolf? I'm sure you're dying to meet him in person."
"Uh, if you're sure" I bobbed my head in agreement "Then, yeah, I'll go find Peter. Meet you at the front entrance in about 3 hours?"
"Sure. I might be a little late though, so don't count on it. I don't know how many patients I'll be helping" I said.
Katrina skipped out of the room absolutely glowing with joy. I shook my head fondly, but soon got back to work.
Katrina's POV:
We needed Derek to take us shopping, so I hunted for a phone. Turns out the only available phone was the front desk's. I sigh in annoyance practically stomping my way over to the woman typing on the computer looking to be in deep concentration.
"Uh, hi. Can I please borrow the phone? My cell died, and I need to tell my ride when to pick me up" I explained with puppy dog eyes begging her to help me.
"Oh, well of course sweetheart! You must be one of the new nurses that's starting today" as she says this she gestures to my scrubs.
"Yeah, I'm extremely nervous. I have butterflies in my stomach and everything!"
She nodded her head in understanding while passing me the phone "Well, just keep your head up high honey"
I muttered a thanks as I punched in the phone number Deaton gave Liz earlier this morning. It ringed about two times before he picked up.
"Who are you and what do you want?" He demanded.
"Well someone pissed in your cereal this morning" I say with a scoff.
"Who. Are. You?"
I sigh knowing this is going to be a challenge.
"Look Derek, it's Katerina. You know, that girl doing the macarena when you walked into the vet yesterday?"
"How the hell do you have my number?"
"Deaton gave it to me, but back to more important things. I need your help-"
"No" he interrupted me.
"What?! You didn't even let me finish my-"
"I don't care. I'm not going to help you with anything"
Oh my god, why does he have to be such an ass?! I mean he does have a hot ass, but damn it I need his help. Alright, he obviously is going to need a lot of convincing, but how will I get him to agree? I got it!
"If you don't to help us, fine. I guess I won't help you find out who killed your sister Laura. You know with your neon blue eye contacts people might not be that open with you, but they'll like me and my normal looking brown eyes" I say, the desk lady gives me a weird look, and I shrug at her.
The response is dead silence on the other side of the phone. I heard some movement and breathing on his end, but no words.
"Derek?"
A soft voice that sounded defeated and afraid.
"How do you know about her?"
"Uh . . . well . . . I'm just that smart!" I exclaim hoping he will believe me.
He huffs obviously knowing better.
"Ugh, fine. Deaton told us. He thought we should know about what's going on in town since we'll most likely be sticking around for a while"
"Why does he tell you about everything? And did he tell you who killed her?"
"No, but I have a few suspicions we can look into. Back to that favor, can you drive my friend and I to the mall so we can shop for clothes and stuff?"
He sighs, but eventually mutters a yes.
"Great! Come pick us up at the hospital in about an hour. That sound cool?"
"Why are you at the hospital?"
It seems like an innocent question, but it's not like I can tell him I'm here to visit his supposedly paralyzed uncle. I grin to myself knowing the perfect thing to say.
"You know my friend?" I ask.
"No" he bluntly states.
I roll my eyes.
"She's the girl you came with yesterday to the vet. Ring a bell?"
"Sure"
"You know about teenage pregnancy, right?"
"Yes"
"Well we just figured out she should call '16 and Pregnant'. She did always say she wanted to be on television. I guess dreams really do come true"
After his surprised gasp I quickly hang up before he can actually say anything. Pffft, Liz is going to be so pissed when she finds out.
I skipped down the hall feeling pretty fucking pleased with myself. I'm pretty sure we passed Peter's room earlier when the pushy nurse was dragging us. I spot a different nurse and walk over to her. If I look like a nurse might as well make use of my looks.
"Excuse me, Do you happen to know where," I pretend to think for a moment like I forgot, "Peter Hale's room is, I forget." I ask in a sickly sweet tone most nurses have.
"Oh of course dear, everyone knows where that room is, go down this hall and take a left then on your right it's the last room down," She smiled at me. I gave a small thanks and headed to the room.
I reached the door and walked in. There he was Peter Hale, he was laying still as can be, because duh he's in a "coma", his face is relaxed and frowning softly. Damn he may be burnt but he was as fine as ever. Oh this sexy sociopath. Sigh.
I move over to one of the stiff chairs, plain wood and not comfortable at all, in the corner of the room and move it to the left side of the bed.
"Hey Peter, you don't know me but I know you," I pause, "Ok that sounded super creepy but anyway I know what your planning with Kate and the other people who hurt your family….I also know about your backup plan."
I notice the small twitch with his left hand.
"I saw that Peter," I grin "I know you're able to move, well more at night. I know you killed those people….but I guess I forgive you? You kinda are just Cray Cray right now….um but be gentle with Lydia when you need her help. Or I'll cut you in places you don't want cut."
I stop to look for a reaction, just a hand twitch.
"Ok again I feel creepy but it's a real threat," I look at the clock, Liz might be done with the old man by now, It's been like awhile so, "I'll see you around Peter, also sorry for being awkward, it's just you are crazy and could eat my face off….I'm usually more hyper and happy then this, so uh...bye?"
I don't know what came over me but I gave Peter a kiss on his forehead. Then creepy nurse walks in.
"What are you doing," She questions in her harsh cold time that sends shivers down my spine. Her red hair was tied tightly back and
"Oh u-in just saying Hi to an old friend…." I make sure not to meet her dead eyes.
"Oh," She seems to notice my discomfort, "You're friends with him?"
"Yep you know good old friends," I laugh uncertainly.
"I see, well you should know that visiting doesn't start until 9 right?"
"Oh um I intern here so I thought…."
"Well you thought wrong," She snapped. Wow touchy bitch, "What was that?"
Did I say that out loud?
"Yes you did," She seethed and reached for me.
"Oh um sorry...just gonna go…" I rush past her and she scratches my neck. Bitch.
I run to the main doors and see Liz. Man I should have stayed with her.
"Liz!" I yelled out to her. She turned around and when she noticed the nurse chasing me, I finally reached her.
Liz's POV:
Finally after what seemed to be days, I finished my chores and jobs. The first guy tried to get a little too touchy-feely with his bathing, so I hurried to be done with him as if I was ripping off a band-aid. My first time having someone cup my boobs, and it's an old guy. Great, just like my life to screw me over. Ugh.
Anyway, after leaving Mr. Pedophile, I ran into another fictional character come to life. Mrs. McCall actually listened to me unlike the first nurse, so she was able to get me my ID. Weirdest part- the new nurse was me. I'm not joking! She handed the card to me, and I looked down to see an identical picture of this world's version of me. And get this, all the legal information like birth date and birthname were the same as mine! I had a mini heart attack once the puzzle pieces were put together. Following Stiles' advice, I ignored the blaringly obvious bazarnes of the whole situation.
I'm pulled out of my musings when I hear my name being yelled from behind me.
"Oh my god! Protect me!" My friend yelped as she ran to hide behind me.
"What the h- Oh! Um, hi! Uh, my name is Liz and I'm the new nurse here, so it's nice to make your acquaintance Miss . . . ?" was my introduction to the creepy red headed nurse that was scowling at me like I set her kids on fire in front of her. Which I didn't! Just, you know, thought I'd clarify that.
She seemed to take me seriously as she snapped her mouth into a polite smile with unnaturally sharp teeth. Ugh, how can she get anymore freaky? I just jinxed myself didn't I? Damn it!
"Hello. It's nice to meet a well mannered girl your age. It's hard to find one nowadays it seems" she said her last sentence glaring at Katerina.
"Yeah, well my grandma would scold me if I wasn't on my best behavior. Anyway, I won't take up anymore of your precious time" I bid my farewell
"Come along dear, we have shopping we need to get done" pulling my friend with me before she can say anything to get us in trouble.
"What the fuck was that?! You were actually respectful and shit! How were you able to do that?!" My friend frantically questioned me.
I sighed not wanting to have this conversation.
"I panicked, okay? When I'm pressured to talk with no time to prepare I tend to sound like a perfect little angel. It's my first instinct."
She rolled her eyes, but froze with her arms still crossed over her chest.
"Mmmmm, here comes eye candy." She said.
"What? That doesn-" I stop when I noticed a gorgeous man with a leather jacket and shades on while leaning on a sleek black car making him look like the most attractive criminal ever "I think I'm going to pass out of beauty overload."
"You're fucking weird. Anyway, while I was trying to find Peter's room I called Derek. He agreed to take us shopping after I begged him to. I'm surprised he said yes to be honest." she explained.
Huh, I'm surprised he agreed as well. I thought he would be bitchy towards us, but perhaps Katerina has a hidden talent of getting people to do whatever she wants.
As we walk over to him she yells to him
"What up handsome!"
Oh my god! Why did she say that?! He's going to be all cacti like now!
I tripped over my own two feet falling face down on the asphalt of the parking lot when Derek responded with a confident smirk to her exclamation.
Why oh why does he have to be so sexy?! It's not fair at all! And also, isn't this a little out of character for him? He usually wouldn't respond this way in the show, but I guess no one was really open about their thoughts of how attractive he is.
I'm taken out of my musing when firm hands placed on my upper arm and shoulder pull me up to my feet. There he is, my favorite Hale, looking at me like an exasperated yet worried parent would look at their child that slipped on the food they dropped on the floor for the third time that day. I can really feel the love (notice my use of sarcasm).
My soon-to-be-ex-friend burst out laughing pointing at me with tears in her eyes from laughing too hard.
"Holy shit. That was the funniest thing ever! Oh my god, you have rocks all over your face!"
"Nice to know you care" I state sassily with a roll of my eyes.
"Are you usually this prone to be a klutz? Or did I catch you on an off day?" Derek asks me.
"Oh screw you Hale"
"No! I call first dibs!" Katerina yells with her hand held high in the air.
Both Derek and I stare at her for a solid minute wondering if she really did just say that.
"What?" she asks
Yep, she did.
I sigh dusting off the rest of the rocks before lightly pushing Katerina into the passenger seat of the camaro getting into the back seat myself. Soon Derek joins as he slides into the driver's seat before starting the car.
I don't want to deal with any drama they might cause, so I look out the window wondering what story I should work on. You probably remember it as House, but that's besides the point.
The car turns off telling me we're here, and once I look out the window I see a mall. I sigh knowing this is going to bore me like no tomorrow.
"Yay we're here! Come on let's go!" as Katerina says this she gets out of the car.
"Let's just get this over with. I don't want to waste time" Mr. Eyebrows huffs.
"Don't be such a baby, Sourwolf. You should enjoy life, not bitch about it. Now come on!" she says before she takes his hand and pulls him along.
I shake my head as I follow them into the mall.
"Where should we start, hm?" she thoughtfully hums then a mischievous smirk slides onto her face "I know the perfect place to start!"
She pulls Derbear to the mall's map then starts staring at it intently. After a couple of silent minutes while she figures things out, she finally jumps yelping "I found it!"
My friend starts running like a bat out of hell dragging the werewolf behind her like he's her sidekick or something. I have to run to keep up with them. I did not sign up for exercise, damn it! Soon we get to a store that has every type of clothes, but Katerina ignores all the options until she reaches the lingerie section. Why did she come here first, or at all for that matter?! She goes to a saucy red bra with lace and some sparkle. She gets the biggest one on the pole and puts in front of her impressive chest before turning towards Derek.
"How does this one look on me?" she smiles at him like sweet innocent angel.
Derek blushes up a storm looking paralyzed from embarrassment.
My friend pokes him to get an answer, but he's too much in shock to do anything mundane like talking. I slap a hand over my mouth to keep my laughter in check, but from the victorious look Katerina is giving me I know it's not very effective. I'm still chuckling to myself when I shove Derek out of the aisle away from all the bras and panties. He almost falls over from my push, but at the last second he catches himself. He stares at me bewildered like he couldn't believe I had the power to move him at all. I roll my eyes at the thought. I'm not that unathletic! At least for the most part. I wait for him to get his shit together and go away, then I turn around to face Katerina to scold her. She must have realized this because she is looking through the lingerie with the most serious and thoughtful expression she can muster. I sigh at her, and join her search for undergarments.
Eventually we find suitable under attire, so we go looking for my favorite Hale. We find him in the men's section looking at v-neck t-shirts, but only the dark colored ones. Of course, why would I ever think he could actually look at something with a little color and spirit? I shake my head at his choice of clothes, but I guess I don't have any place to judge since my outfits aren't any better.
"Dude you aren't actually thinking of getting that, are you?" she asks him.
He huffs, but doesn't verbally respond making her irritated. This isn't going to end well.
She pushes him to the side as she starts going through the clothes at a rapid pace. Once her arms can hold all they can, she throws the shirts at Derek forcing him to either catch them or get hit by them. He of course catches them with the skill only a werewolf could have. I yet again roll my eyes at the ridiculousness of this whole situation, Soon I'm going to break from coming to this world, but not yet. I can ignore everything a little bit longer.
Katerina goes through the entire men's section throwing clothes at Derek who's stack is already going almost a foot over his head. I shake my head before taking some of the clothes off of him to just hold them myself. Finally after what feels to be eons, Katerina is pointing to the nearest changing room silently demanding him to go try on clothes she picked out. He reluctantly goes in after I pick a random stall and deliver my stack of clothes onto the bench.
I yank her with me to wait outside the stall, so he can have at least some privacy. When I notice her trying to look through the cracks I drag her all the way outside of the changing rooms.
He calls us in after a few seconds of twiddling our thumbs, and let me just say-
"Hot damn! You look hotter than the devil swimming in lava!" Katerina compliments him.
I'm staring too intently at his ass to really pay attention and stop her from embarrassing him. Wow, he can really fill out those navy blue jeans! His neon blue shirt is just mouthwatering the way it pulls over his bulging muscles enough to know their impressive, but loose enough to let people imagine. The best part is the fact that he's not wearing any black clothes, and his constant leather jacket is nowhere to be seen!
Derek probably took so long to just mentally prepare himself for the attention he was going to get. He stands there with his arms crossed over his chest and legs planted firmly on the ground. His expression is the usual bitch face we all know and love. The weird part is after Katerina gets all up close and personal to see just how well the outfit looks on him, he gets into her bubble. He shuts her up by putting his pointer finger over her lips. His damn smirk makes its appearance seeming to be oozing with self confidence. I try to glare at him. The key word is try. He speaks before I can really put in my whole effort.
"I must look as attractive as you say I am if you're blushing so hard you face is turning a little blue."
Oh you little shit! She can't help her fangirling!
"Whatever you say, Sourwolf. At least I'm not a twenty something adult modeling for two teen girls" I say trying to restore her dignity.
He raises one of his damn eyebrows, but before he can respond Katerina wraps her arm around his waist.
"Derbear here is just trying to be a part of society's new and hip culture. Is that so wrong?" she says.
"I guess not. Anywho, are you ready for the next outfit?" I ask him.
He looks at me incredulously "I actually have to try on all those clothes?"
"Of course not! Just until I'm satisfied you have enough normal clothes so people don't think you're in a gang or a serial killer. You could be in a gang of serial killers! You could be besties with Jeff the Killer and-"
I interrupt her with a quick "He needs to change." then pull her outside again.
(TIME SKIP 'CAUSE I'M LAZY)
Two hours later we're leaving the clothes store with all three of us each having two big bags. The shopping for Katerina and I went by for the most part smoothly, at least until we needed a shopping cart to carry all of our clothes. I went to get it, and by the time I came back to where I left them there was no one that I could see. I called for them knowing they should be close by, but they wanted to be difficult and didn't answer. Passing by some long dresses a girl popped out from behind them holding a hanger like she was wielding a sword.
"HAIL NARNIA!" she screamed right in my face.
I was so shocked by the sheer volume I tripped over a dress on the floor that I'm guessing was the one that used to be on the hanger the crazy chick was holding. My arms flailed trying to stop my fall, and I did catch something, but it wasn't stable enough to support my weight. The clothes rack fell on my chest once my body hit the ground with a harsh 'whoosh' that stole the air in my lungs.
The rack made it nearly impossible for me to catch my breath, so I started to cry in panic that I'd suffocate and die. It got to the point that I saw a blue sky through water, and soon a white t-shirt with a circle made up of tiny animals coming closer to me. My vision faded to black.
All of a sudden the crushing weight on my chest was taken off, but I still couldn't get any air into my lungs. I wanted to scream in frustration, but obviously I couldn't. Arms wrapped around my torso pulling me up into an almost sitting position. I still couldn't breath and I was officially freaking the fuck out. I couldn't see anything through my tears, so all I could see was colors. I've never that blind in my whole life. There also wasn't any sound my ears could hear. There wasn't even white noise, it all was silence and more silence. I didn't want to die! I was too young to give up now!
A pressure on my face brought me out of my freak out. My tears were wiped away, and soon I could see Derek looming over me with this concerned look on his face. At last my breath was slowly filling up my lungs again with tiny intakes, but it was enough that I could completely calm down.
"What the hell happened?! Why did you stop breathing?!"
I looked over slightly to my right to see Katerina running her hand up and down my arm in an attempt to reassure me.
"Are you alright now?" Derek asked me.
I just continued to stare at him not comprehending what the hell was going on. I felt like I was 3 years old again. Ugh, why did my head hurt so much? I felt a gentle poke on my arm causing me to face my friend. I frowned in confusion not understanding what exactly she wants me to do.
"Come on. Speak up, Bitch." despite her harsh words, her voice was soft.
Ohhh . . . that's what she wanted.
I had to clear my throat before I could speak "You scared me . . . I tripped . . . air out of lungs . . . pain on chest . . . couldn't breathe . ."
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Derek yelled at her.
"It was a fucking joke! Calm your tits Derek!" she sounded defensive yet guilty.
"What was so funny you endangered her life?!" he was practically bellowing now.
I pulled as hard as I could (which isn't that hard at all) on Derek's arm to get his attention.
Once he was looking at me I said "Leave her alone. She didn't mean to get me hurt. She just wanted to make me laugh."
After I said my piece I shooed them away from me for space to relax for a bit, Katerina moved to where some jeans are and Derek followed. I'll give them some space for a bit while I sort myself out. 10 minutes later it still was like my chest was placing all of the world's weight on where it hurt the most, right on my sternum. I had to stagger and hold onto Katerina to stay upright and not fall on my face, but all my effort was for nothing when the prickly werewolf swept me into his arms. Why does he always feel the need to carry me?!
I glared at him while muttering how dumb and pretentious he was being. When the world stopped spinning I was going to slap him silly, just you wait and see!
KATERINA'S POV:
"You scared me . . . I tripped . . . air out of lungs . . . pain on chest . . . couldn't breathe . ." She spoke softly.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Derek yells at me, I flinch at his harsh tone.
"It was a fucking joke! Calm your tits Derek!" I yell back at him guilty.
"What was so funny you endangered her life?!" he was practically bellowing now.
I look down and squeeze my right fist tightly. It was a joke.
"Leave her alone. She didn't mean to get me hurt. She just wanted to make me laugh." Liz glared at Derek. I smile softly at Liz. She looked at us after that and shooed us away.
I move over to a fiddle with a pair of jeans. Derek is behind me just staring. Wow awkward. I hear him sigh.
"I'm…," he crosses his arms and furrows his brows, "sorry I reacted that way."
Did he just apologize? He did! Wow.
"It's...fine." I look at him for a second before looking at the jeans.
"It's not, I overreacted, it's just," he trails off.
"Just what," I question him softly as I turn to stand in front of him.
"You know, the baby,"
It clicked. Oh my god.
"I forgot, oh my god, so stupid," I also myself in the forehead. Oh my god.
"You forgot about the baby?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Well I just found out today," I say quickly. He just shakes his head and….did he just ruffle my hair, I watch him walk away and pick up Liz, I grin and follow after him.
LIZ'S POV:
Of course once Katerina was forgiven, and patted my tummy comfortingly, she continued her quest of finding her clothes. Awww, how nice of her to notice my change of weight and my loss of tummy fat. She can be so nice, you know?
She got a bunch of dresses that were all girly like, but thankfully they were all on sale and really cheap. I hoped they were worth all of her money. I had enough of my own money leftover to buy our toiletries, but Derek made sure that they weren't super smelly. His reasoning was the strong scents hurt his nose. Katerina asked him why that would affect us, and after he looked uncomfortable she accused him of wanting to spend time with us.
She said and I quote "Oh Derbear, I knew you knew you'd want this" when she said 'this' she moved her hand over herself referring to her voluptuous body.
Needless to say he ignored her for awhile. The weird part is when he left to ignore her, he went over to the infant section and looked at the onsies. That guy is full of mysteries.
My clothes were picked from the cheapest ones I could find . . . in the men's section. I hate female clothes, alright?! They are too tight on my torso, making me feel fat and unattractive. All of my clothes are also dark too, so I really can't judge Derek for his choice in fashion.
Back to the present, all of us are in the food court bickering on what we should get.
"Why do you want to eat that crap? All of it is just preservatives. None of the meat there is actually meat!" Derek exclaims.
"You aren't real meat!" Katerina yells back as her great comeback.
She slaps her hand on his chest to showcase her anger, but stops from taking it any further when his chest stayed firm when she hit it. She squeezes it looking absolutely fascinated by his strength.
"I lied. I lied so bad." her words are filled with wonderment and her face lights up like a child on Christmas morning.
I roll my eyes fed up with their spat, and walk away to go get my McDonalds. When it becomes time for me to order, Katerina comes running over looking betrayed.
"Why the fuck didn't you wait for me?! I want my chicken nuggets, man!" she sounds impatient.
I ignore her for the moment and order, getting myself a cheeseburger, fries, and a soda. She orders for herself and she pays for both of our orders. Where did she get that money? I guess it doesn't really matter, as long as she didn't mug someone for it.
We sit down with Derek, but he doesn't have any food like us. I stare at him with a curious and questioning gaze, but he completely ignores me. I'm starting to think he's a total dick.
Katerina tries to make him get something, yet all that it accomplishes is him taking one of her chicken nuggets. When he takes a bite there is a little bit of regret on his face. She mutters something like what a bitch, but doesn't try to reprimand him
TIME SKIP
It's about 30 minutes later, and all of us are in the popular Camaro sitting in complete silence. I wasn't paying attention when they talked about where we are going now, but my best guess is Deaton's place.
I frown when Katerina jerks forward slightly in the passenger seat. Derek either doesn't notice or just ignores her, for he keeps driving at the same speed.
My eyes widen comically when my stomach gets really hot like lava while the rest of my body is ice cold.
"Derek! Pull over now!" I shout hoping he pulls over in time.
He looks back at me with an inquiring eyebrow raised, but freezes when he notices my forehead covered in sweat. He turns to Katerina who has her hand covering her mouth in a desperate attempt to not hurl. Quickly he slams on his break to drive over to the side of the road, but his efforts are in vain when Katerina opens her door to puke when her stomach heaves from the force of the car stopping so fast. Ew, that isn't pretty.
The werewolf jumps out the car after he unbuckles my friend's seatbelt. She falls to the ground in an ungraceful heap, so I race to unfasten my own seatbelt and escape the claustrophobic car. I help her by moving her as safely as I can while still holding back my own vomit, and thankfully Derek takes her from my arms before I collapse. I rush away from them down the ditch in an attempt to keep Derek's car from getting anymore disgusting.
When I reach the bottom of the ditch, I unceremoniously fall onto my hands and knees then puke. It takes me a couple of minutes to get everything out, even my breakfast, before I can start to control my heaves and shivers. God, I've always hated puking. It makes me feel like I can't control my body, and the fact that it makes me feel so weak and defenceless.
Finally I'm done, so I crawl- yes crawl- up the ditch to where Derek and Katerina seem to be talking, about what I don't really want to know. They stop when they notice me, and Derek for some reason rushes over to me and starts checking my whole body. Was he like this in the show, or did we fuck up somehow?
KATRINA'S POV
Man this car ride is silent as dicks. My god. The only thing said is that we need to go back to Deaton's. I try talking about the weather but….he just glares.
"Derek your eyebrows don't tell me the weather."
He huffs. I'm about to make a joke about the little pigs and huffing and puffing. But my stomach has different plans. I fly forward, with a hand over my mouth, my throat tightens. I'm gonna hurl.
Liz says something but I ignore it and throw the door open and hurl, I taste the bitter vile as if shoots up my throat, it burns, after I finish letting out the toxins I breath in, the taste make me want to hurl again but I take deep a breath and swallow, cold air making my throat ache, the car was still moving before I stop, I hear a click and fall to the ground. Ow. Liz and Derek help me move to the side, but Derek moves me further away from his car so I don't puke on his car.
I feel his hand grab my hair as I puke. After I finished, I sat up and swayed.
"Careful." Derek hissed.
"I'm fine," I whisper. He's silent for a moment.
"Morning sickness?" He questions.
"What no, why did I puke then?"
He just raises an eyebrow.
"Oh no, hell no, I'm a virgin, my cherry has not been popped ok, she's the one that's pregnant...it was the food." I hiss.
He looks at me in shock at my outburst.
"I did warn you."
I roll my eyes and lean on him, and close my eyes.
"You smell disgusting," he whispers.
"And you're an asshole," I whisper back dramatically like it was a big reveal.
He lets out a breathy chuckle before gently pushing me up, "I'm gonna go help Liz, I'll be back."
I nod before getting up with unsteady legs, like a fawn, and move to the car and climb into the passenger seat, I pull the leaves to lay the seat back, I grab Derek's leather jacket that he took off so he didn't get vomit on it, and I use it as a pillow. It probably smells now but I don't care. I rest my head on it and close my eyes. I wish mom was here. I fall asleep.
