Chapter 10:
"Where are we going?" I groaned as I walked down the stairs. Scott had woken me up at an annoying hour.
"To find Jackson." Scott decided, walking into to kitchen and grabbing an apple.
"What?" I whined "I have better things to do than stalk Jackson." I rolled my eyes.
"Well we don't have a choice." Scott said
"Why not?" I questioned confused
"Because the hunters think Jackson's the second beta." Scott turned to me, obviously frustrated.
"Why?" I asked stunned
"Because of the starches on his neck. They think he could have gotten turned by a scratch." Scott said as he headed to the front door.
I groaned.
"So," I waited for more.
"So Argent will go looking for Jackson to question him." Scott said. I yawned and nodded as a horn beeped.
"You called Stiles before you told me?" I asked with a sigh
"I knew he'd be here by the time I was done." Scott shrugged. I rolled my eyes and the two of us walked out of the house, me locking the door behind me.
"Do we have any idea where Jackson even is?" I asked with a yawn as I go into the back of the car.
"Seeing as we're not at school, I'm gonna say he's at home." Stiles nodded
"Great," yawn "A stake out. I can sleep some some more." I muttered.
Stiles drove off and then Scott realised something else.
"Where does Jackson live exactly."
"I know." I sighed leaning my head on Stiles' chair. "Turn left." and I directed them towards it.
We sat at the end of the road, keeping an eye out for the familiar Porsche.
"If he drives this way he'll see us." I warned
"He wont know it's us." Stiles disagreed
"It's your 'piece of crap jeep' of course he will." I disagreed
"Hey!"
"His words not mine." I shrugged
It wasn't long before Jackson did indeed leave the house. Scott released a groan annoyed as Stiles started the car to follow.
We drove forever and then lost Jackson as he started racing around, dangerously, in his car.
"Now what?" Stiles asked
"You drive, we listen." I said simply, indicating to Scott and I. Stiles glanced at Scott who stared out the window.
It didn't help as Stiles turned his music up.
After listening for a while I heard Jackson's engine. It was revving as he drove and then, it cut out.
I listened to him get out of the car and another one arrive.
"I found him," I muttered, both boys looked at me.
"Where?" Stiles asked
"Few miles from here, not far. But he's not alone." I looked at the centre console as I listened
"Who's with him?" Stiles asked
"Shh." I put my fingers to my lips.
The other car stopped and the door opened and then closed.
"Car trouble?" the other asked
"It's okay. I'm just gonna call a tow truck." Jackson decided
"Oh, I know a few things about cars. Could be something simple." and then I noticed the voice.
"Oh god." I muttered with a sigh.
"What?" Stiles asked
"It's Argent." Scott said, listening also
"Allison's dad." I added. The door opened and the back of the Porsche was opened.
"I don't know. It's a pretty expensive car and they pull all this warranty crap if you do your own repairs, right?" Jackson rambled, the door closed.
"Well I won't tell if you won't." Chris said. I heard his footsteps as Scott directed Stiles towards were they were. "It's Jackson, right? Come here. I'll show you what to look for."
"Oh, sorry." Chris suddenly said
"What?" Jackson asked
"Your neck." Chris said. Scott ground his teeth. "You hurt yourself?"
"No. I mean, it's just—just a scratch." Jackson stammered. His heart rate picked up.
"Well, it looks like more than a scratch. Kinda looks like claw marks." the heart rate continued "You all right?" I heard the grin in Chris' voice
"Yeah, look, I'm just gonna call for a tow truck, okay?" Jackson decided.
"Is there any reason you're so reluctant to tell me what it was that did that?" Stiles pulled in towards the Porsche and they came into sight. Stiles stomped on the break as his music filled the silence.
"Yo." Scott waved
"What's up?" Stiles nodded.
"You guys alright?" I wondered, fake concern filling my features.
"Is everything okay?" Scott wondered
"Hey, Scott." Chris smiled "Your friend, here, was having car trouble. We're just taking a look." he explained
"The Porsche is having trouble?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Still a car." Chris shrugged
"True." I nodded casually
"There's a shop right down the street. I'm sure they have a tow truck." Scott pointed
"Yeah. You want a ride?" Stiles wondered. Scott opened his door and the boy didn't move.
"Hey, come on, Jackson. You're way too pretty to be out here all by yourself." Stiles complimented. Scott glared at him.
"I'll stay with your car if you want." I shrugged. Jackson nodded and walked towards us, away from Chris.
While the boys watched Jackson, I saw Chris reach into the boot of the car, grabbing something. He closed the hood.
"Hey, boys." he called as Scott got out of the car. Chris walked around to the front and turned the key. The engine started and I narrowed my eyes. "Told you I knew a few things about cars."
"Or how to sabotage them." I said softly, Scott looked at me and then at Stiles. Jackson released a breath as Chris walked over to his SUV and drove off.
I jumped out of the car.
We all watched him leave before Jackson turned to Scott.
"What, are you following me, now?" Jackson snapped as Scott closed the door and Stiles got out.
"Yes, you stupid freaking idiot. You almost gave away everything, right there." Scott snapped
"What are you talking about?" Jackson asked
"He thinks you're the second beta." Scott admitted
"What?" Jackson questioned
"He thinks you're me!" Scott turned around and elbowed Stiles' hood.
"Dude, my jeep." Stiles complained.
"I can hear your heart beating from a mile away — literally!"
"You weren't the only one." I muttered crossing my arms.
"Now he thinks that there's something wrong, and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn't kill you too!" Scott took a deep breath and raised a fist, almost as if he was going to hit Jackson before turning to the jeep and turning to hit that again.
I grabbed his fist as Stiles grabbed his shoulders
"Okay, how about we step away from Stile's Jeep." Stiles decided
"This is your problem, not mine, okay? I didn't say anything, which means you're the one that's gonna get me killed okay?" Jackson blamed "This is your fault." Jackson pushed Scott into the jeep.
"Can we stop hitting my jeep?" Stiles asked
"You're the one who got himself into something he doesn't understand." I said pushing myself between Scott and Jackson "You really think you can just get involved in this and not expect there to be consequences?" I asked. Stiles grabbed my wrist as I'd been pointing towards Jackson who backed up.
"Yo, all right, yo, guys, stop. All right?" Stiles asked, standing between Scott and me, and Jackson.
"He may come after you, I won't be able to protect you." Scott admitted "I can't protect anyone." he looked at Stiles
"Why are you looking at me?" Stiles asks d
"You're on the threat list too you know." I said obviously and Stiles looked at me shocked "Anything to get Scott to join Peter. Including threatening his friends." Stiles remembered the school.
"You know what? Now you have to do it. Get me what I want, and I will be fine protecting myself." Jackson thought
"You're such an idiot." I waved a hand in the air.
"No, you won't! Just trust me. All it does is make things worse." Scott said.
"Oh, yeah, really? You know, you can hear anything you want and run faster than humanly possible. Sounds like a real hardship, McCall." Jackson disagreed
"Yeah, I can run really fast now— Except half the time, I'm running away from people trying to kill me!" Scott snapped "And I can hear things like— Like my girlfriend telling people that she doesn't trust me anymore right before breaking up with me. I'm not lying to you! It ruins your life." he rambled
"It ruined your life." Jackson said "You had all the power in the world, and you didn't know what to do with it." he snapped "You know what it's actually like? It's like you turned 16 and someone bought you a Porsche when they should have started you out with a nice little Honda. Me? I drive a Porsche." he said softly
"Yeah you're a guy driving something that's no bigger then his—" Stiles slapped a hand over my mouth and I glared at him. I removed it as Jackson looked at me. "You might own an expensive car, but a persons car says a few things other then how much money they've got." I said "Yours says I look flash on the outside but I'm still just a tiny scared little girl." I shrugged. Jackson's heart rate rose slightly and I smiled at him.
Jackson turned away and back to his car, getting in and driving of with a rev of the engine.
"Can I punch I'm yet?" I wondered
"That was one bad mouth you've gained." Stiles muttered
"It's called knowing you." I smiled. We got back into the car and Stiles drove.
"So any idea on what to do with Peter and Derek?" Stiles wondered
"Other then killing them?" I wondered
"You're really angry at them aren't you?" Scott said
"Derek mostly, Peter I just kind of hate."
"Yeah, the feeling's mutual." Stiles nodded.
He pulled up outside our house.
"We'll think about it later." Scott decided
"Why?" I asked suspiciously
"I need to find Allison. Return her necklace." Scott admitted
"And you can't just put it back in her room?" I wondered
"That wouldn't look suspicious." Stiles thought
"Not if you put it somewhere obvious but under papers or something. Or in a Jacket jacket." I shrugged "That's were everyone leaves things."
"I want to give it back." Scott said "Maybe get her to smile at me again."
"Better come up with a believable lie." I shrugged "Good luck." I patted his shoulder.
"I'll see you guys later." Scott said and got out.
"Well, we should figure out what to do with Peter and Derek. Probably starting with where to find them." I said to Stiles, climbing into the front seat.
"How?" Stiles asked
"By starting with your dad." I said obviously "He's looking to Derek, maybe he found something." I shrugged
"Alright, but let's stop home first." Stiles agreed. I smirked and put the seatbelt on as he pulled away from home.
We walked into his house and he dumped the keys on the kitchen table before sliding over to the fridge and grabbing the milk carton. I heard papers shuffling and turned to see the Sheriff sitting at a table covered in papers as Stiles smirked and put the milk carton to his lips. He noticed his dad as he walked past before doubling back, his mouth full.
"Whatcha doing?" he grinned
"Work." his dad said simply. I hit his shoulder and pointed
"Anything I can help with?" Stiles wondered
"You know, if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that would be awfully nice." Stiles scooted into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle and a glass before walking into the room. I followed, curious as to what was on the papers the Sheriff had.
"Any leads?" Stiles sat down, placing the glass and bottle down and leaned over to grab the papers. His dad his his hand
"You know I can't discuss that with you." Sheriff said.
"Hasn't stopped you before." I smiled
"Hey Alice." he greeted, I waved
"How you doing Sheriff. Much luck?" I wondered
"Not much." he sighed. Stiles looked at me and I winked as I sat opposite the sheriff and Stiles opened the whiskey bottle.
"Not too much." Sheriff warned. Stiles poured a bit and then stopped. He looked at me and then at his dad before filled the glass.
"Okay." he said and handed the Sheriff the glass. "There you go, dad." I had an eyebrow raised as his dad took it.
"Thanks." he said, not even lifting his eyes from the paper.
"Bottoms up." Stiles grinned.
The Sheriff downed the entire glass. He put it down and after a few seconds, sighed.
"You know, Derek Hale would be a whole hale of a lot— Hale of a lot?" he muttered. As if he was off it after one glass… though it was full and you usually only had a little…
"Hell of a lot?" Stiles corrected and I smirked
"Hell. Yes." Sheriff gave the thumbs up. "He would be a hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get an actual picture of him." he picked up a picture and Stiles looked at me surprised.
"How do you not have a picture of him?" Stiles asked
"It's the weirdest thing. It's like every time we try to get a mug shot, it's like two Laser beams were pointing at the camera." I got up as Stiles took the photo and stood behind him. Derek's face was blurred out, his jaw line and hair was visible, but the eyes, nose, lips and facial features were not visible as a white spot and blue like bubbles surrounded his face.
"It's his eyes, they reflect the light to much." I muttered "The flash triggers them and block it out. They'd be able to get one without a flash." I shrugged
"Nice." Stiles muttered
"Oh, my god." Stiles put the picture down and the Sheriff sighed, removing his glasses "Ohh! God, that ounce hit me like a brick." he rubbed a hand over his head "And I have said way too much, and if you repeat any of that—"
"Dad it's me. I'm not gonna say anything. Come on." Stiles chuckled. They looked at me.
"Yeah right cause I want to get arrested for spilling police evidence." I said obviously "Promise on my life not to say anything." I smiled and the Sheriff smiled back.
"Except to Scott." I muttered in Stiles' ear, he smirked. He picked up a folder and pulled out the papers in it.
"See, the thing is they're all connected. I mean, the bus driver that got killed, he was an insurance investigator assigned to the Hale house fire." I looked at the Sheriff surprised and moved to look over his shoulder at the bus driver's record
"Terminated under suspicion of fraud." Stiles muttered and his dad nodded.
"Exactly."
"Who else?" Stiles wondered
"The video store clerk." I muttered and the Sheriff nodded
"Who got his throat slashed. He's a convicted felon, history of arson." he explained
"What about the other two guys, the guys who got killed in the woods?" Stiles asked
"Priors all over their records including—" Sheriff began
"Arson." Stiles and I muttered
"That's how they're connected." I muttered and Stiles looked at me "Revenge." I said simply and he understood.
"So maybe they all had something to do with the fire." Stiles muttered
"Another shot?" Stiles cheered
"No, no, no, no more." Sheriff denied
"Dad, come on. You work really hard, right? You deserve it." Stiles assured
"Understatement." I thought "To be solving this crimes under the circumstances." I added and Stiles knew what I mean.
"Oh, my god, I'm gonna have such a hangover." The Sheriff grinned and Stiles grinned as his dad indicated for another.
"You mean you're gonna have such a good night's sleep." Stiles grabbed the glass and turned away from his dad pouring the whiskey. "I'm gonna have an eternity in the lowest circle of hell."Stiles knew
"Don't worry. I had a hand in letting you complete the crime." I grinned "You're not alone."
"Plus peter's going too." I added
"And Derek now." Stiles sighed, "Why did he join anyway?"
"Peter's after revenge." I said "Derek's part of said family. Guess he doesn't mind killing." I said slowly. It was a hard concept to grasp
"What?" Stiles asked
"Yeah." I nodded
"Did you see something else?" Stiles asked expectantly, putting the glass down. His dad went to take it.
"No." I shook my head
"Then how do you know thats what he's after?" Stiles asked
"Peter told me." I confessed
"And you failed to mention it?" Stiles asked
"Sorry, keep forgetting you were there… seeing as you were actually in the building. Cowering."
"Hey, I can't heal like you can." Stiles whispered and I sighed
"True." I nodded "He still could have killed me…" I then remembered something else "Though he thinks I'm a werewolf."
"What?"
"Yeah. He kept saying how I had control when he made Scott shift and things like that. Though he may have grasped something was up when my eyes flashed and he roared at me and nothing happened." I added
"You did see something." Stiles said
"I saw a fire." I admitted
"A fire?"
"Right after I was reminded of the Hale fire."
"You saw the Hale fire?" Stiles asked
"That's the thing. I don't know. I just saw fire. But I've never seen the past before." I said "I don't even know if there's such a thing." I sighed.
"Did anything else happen?" Stiles wondered "Or did he say anything else?" I shook my head but it stopped.
"What?" he asked.
"Peter…" I muttered and Stiles looked expectantly. "Right after he growled at me, he threw a punch." I began
"So?"
"So, he raised his hand and leaned forwards… and then froze." I said "It was like someone had frozen his movements and he was fighting against it." I explained "His fist was shaking and he tried to break away…"
"What happened?" Stiles asked intrigued
"Derek grabbed my wrist and pulled me down and when I turned Peter was moving again." I said. Stiles looked at me confused before the glass his father had hit the table. We looked up at him as he sighed and played with his glass, rolling it on an angle until it almost rolled off the edge.
Stiles caught it before it could smash.
"Stiles, there's just so many questions." Sheriff sighed
"Like what?" Stiles wondered
"Like if Derek wanted to kill everyone involved with the fire. Then why starting with his sister? I mean, she had nothing to do with it." he breathed confused "Why make it look like some kind of animal did it?" he asked, Stiles looked at me. "When that cougar ended up in the parking lot I checked with animal control. You know the instances of wild animal reports were up 70% over the past few months? It's like they're just going crazy, running out of the woods. I don't know." Sheriff shrugged
"Or something's scaring them out." Stiles nodded
"Like an out of control wolf." I nodded. Sheriff turned and smiled at Stiles.
"You know, I miss talking to you." he began "It's like we never have time—"
"Dad, you know, I have to make a phone call—I'm sorry. I'll be right back." Stiles removed his phone from his pocket and stood up. I looked at him and then back at the sheriff. It was like he was ignoring it.
I stood up and walked over to the Sheriff.
"I do. I miss it." he said as Stiles moved to leave the room "And I miss your mom." Stiles stopped and I felt like crying. He turned to his dad.
"What'd you say?" Stiles asked. I moved over to the Sheriff and kneeled down to give him a hug.
He smiled at me and patted my head before moving for the bottle of whiskey to pour another glass. I looked at Stiles who walked forwards. He grabbed the bottle to stop his dad, standing it back up again.
"Thanks." his dad smiled. I looked at Stiles who sighed and I placed an arm around his waist, leaning my head on his shoulder in comfort.
And then my phone buzzed. I pulled it out and saw a text from Scott.
- URGENT! Mum on a date… with Peter!
I dropped my arm from around Stiles. I felt my hand tighten around my phone before Stiles removed it to stop my from smashing it.
"What do we do?" Stiles asked.
Phone buzzed again.
- In the car, heading to restaurant.
"I'm going to pay for the damage to your car." I decided
"What damage?" Stiles asked worriedly
"The one I'm going to make you cause." I said angrily. Stiles just nodded and I turned to leave the house.
We jumped into the car and I wanted to smash something as I called my twin.
"What happened?" I demanded
"He turned up at the door. Mom said he was a medical rep for the hospital who turned up yesterday." Scott said immediately "I couldn't do anything without saying something and I've left Allison in the house to go after them…" he worried
"You can always go back to Allison. I promise to kill him." I said darkly. I saw Stiles glance at me.
"Are you alright?" Scott asked
"He's targeting my mother. While a father's protective of his daughter, a daughter is very protective of her mother and I am going to murder him!" I snapped.
"Scott do something she'd going to make me crash my car." Stiles sounded and I shot him a look.
"Not crash it if possible." I said slowly "Make them stop." I corrected.
"How?" Scott asked
"However necessary." and I hung the phone up.
I logged onto an app on my phone and typed in my mothers number to track it.
Stiles headed towards it and I saw the car parked on the side of the road.
"They're stopped." Stiles let out a sigh of relief.
"Not a good thing." I disagreed, Stiles looked at me as I eyed the car and then let out a sigh.
"God." he muttered and he slowed down, swerved slightly and hit the back of the car.
I opened the door and jumped out, running back through the cars until Scott grabbed my wrist and I ducked down next to him.
The door opened as steam rose from the bonnet.
"Oh, are you kidding me?" my mother complained "Stiles!" she shouted. Everyone on the street had stopped
"Mrs. McCall?" Stiles asked
"Yes!" she said annoyed
"Wow, this is—this is just crazy. What a coincidence, huh?" Stiles laughed as Peter got out of the car.
"Ha ha—" mum said sarcastically
"Nicely done, Scott. Nicely done." Peter commented and Scott smirked.
"I mean I do not know what happened. You guys just came out of nowhere." Stiles rambled
"Came out of nowhere! We were parked on the side of the road, Stiles." Mom reminded him
"How crazy is that?" Stiles grinned "I mean, we should probably call the cops, you know, do like an accident report thing."
"I don't think that's necessary." Peter decided.
"Are you sure? I think I'm feeling a little whiplash." Stiles said
"Whiplash? You hit us!" Mom raged.
"I don't know—there's something definitely wrong with my neck." Stiles muttered.
"I know you're there, Scott, and I'm impressed." Peter said.
But that's all I heard.
I slipped out and I was standing in Derek's house. I wasn't the only one here. Jackson was, and so was Derek. Jackson was sitting on the stairs, cowering below Derek who was shouting at him.
Jackson was actually crying.
"Jackson." Scott muttered "Oh, no." he muttered.
"He's at Derek's house." I said and Scott looked at me "With Derek." I admitted "I think Derek might be about to kill him." Scott looked at me a little shocked before he got up. I glanced back at my mother before following him off through the cars at a run.
We ran through the trees and sprinted, ignoring everything else. We didn't slow down until we reached the house and stopped.
"There's no one else here." Jackson realised. They were just inside the front door as I heard footsteps. "No one else is coming?" Jackson's heart rate quickened and his breath stuttered.
I looked over the house and tapped Scott's shoulder. He looked at me and I walked around the house.
"No, please— Please don't, okay? I'll shut up—I'll never say another word again. I'll leave Scott alone. Please, you can't do this! Please!" Jackson started crying as we walked around the house. I noticed an opened window on the second floor and pointed at it.
Scott nodded and placed a finger to his lips. I nodded and he climbed up the house silently before I followed
"I—I don't deserve it." Jackson muttered
"I think you do." Derek disagreed
"N-no!" Jackson stuttered loudly. His shouts would have drowned out any noise if we'd made any.
"Look around you!" Derek shouted "Wouldn't there be someone here trying to save you? There's no one here." Derek said simply "There is a reason, no one cares that you drive an expensive car. No one cares that you have perfect hair, and no one cares that you're captain of the lacrosse team." Derek shouted at him. Scott and I walked out onto the landing above them and I crossed my arms angrily.
"Excuse me." Scott interrupted. They both turned to look at us. "Co-captain." Scott corrected.
Scott jumped the entire stair case as well as Jackson and landed in front of Derek. He turned to Jackson, fully transformed who gasped and shuffled away. Derek changed too and growled at Scott.
"Move!" Derek ordered as I slowly walked down the stairs.
"No." Scott disagreed. And then I heard someone outside. The sound of a cross bow loading before I slipped off again.
I saw Scott with a bullet wound in his side and then Derek, chained up, tied to electricity, in a basement.
"Fine. I'll kill you too." Derek decided
"Scott, Derek." I said and they looked at me as I stared at the door. I reached the bottom of the stairs.
"There's someone outside."
We heard the sound of a cross bow releasing
"Cover your eyes!" Derek ordered. I shut my eyes and ducked as Derek did the same. Scott didn't and ducked as a huge light shined before Jackson crawled away.
Derek moved as gun fire blew into the room and I felt him pull me to the wall.
I knocked his hand off and glared at him before looking for Scott.
He got shot.
"Scott." I muttered as he fell to the side away from us, a bloody wound in his chest. He un-changed and started coughing up black goo. I went to get up and moved towards him, not caring about the guns but Derek grabbed my shoulders.
"Scott! Go!" he ordered. I looked at him and he gave me a look. I nodded before we got up and ran over to Scott. We helped him to his feet
"Run!" Derek pushed him to the back of the house and I grabbed his arm as he tried to walk to the door.
"What are you doing?!" I demanded.
"Distracting them." he said
"They're going to catch you and torture you with electricity. Don't be a fool!" I snapped. He didn't answer, just removed my arm, kissed my forehead and pushed me to the backdoor as he ran to the front and opened it.
I ground my teeth in frustration before I ran after Scott.
I followed him through the trees, his blood leading me to him before I found him kneeling on the forest floor.
"Scott." I muttered and fell next to him. He hit the floor and rolled onto his back, chocking as the smell of wolfsbane rose off him, the blue steam doing so also.
I rolled him onto his side so he wouldn't choke and bit my lip looking around.
What the hell was I to do?
"Allison." Scott muttered
And he fell unconscious. I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone.
I dialled Allison's number.
"Hey Alice," she answered
"Hey," I said "Look, Stiles ran into the back of my mom's car… conveniently and we wont be home for a while. Scott told me you were there. He's a little busy but with all the shit he's done lately, I didn't think you deserved to be left hanging." I kept my voice as straight as I rubbed Scott's arm. "I'm so sorry." I said
"No. It's okay."
"It's not." I disagreed "I'm sorry Allison, we keep doing this shit when you need us." I sighed
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay Alice. But you don't need to call on his behalf."
"I know. But in this instance," I looked down at him "I didn't have a choice." I confessed
"I'll talk to you later." I muttered "Please don't hate him." I muttered and hung up.
"Alice," I looked up and my mouth dropped open slightly.
Deaton was standing in front of me
"Deaton…" I muttered he leaned down next to me.
"I'm going to help." he assured me and he placed a hand on my shoulder. I pursed my lips before nodding.
I stepped back and the vet picked up my brother, then carrying him from the woods.
I followed.
"Stop." Scott muttered
"It's all right, Scott." Deaton assured him "You're gonna be all right."
We took Scott to Deaton's car and then to the vet, ironically.
I didn't bother asking questions as I sat next to my brother on the back seat. When we reached the clinic I carried Scott to the medical table and Deaton cut of his shirt.
He did a few things I didn't know the cause for and then finally he took the bullet from Scott's side. He put it in a bowl as I paced, worried. He dabbed the wound and I heard Scott's heart rise slightly.
I stopped and he gasped before going to sit up. I rushed to his side as Deaton placed a hand on his shoulder. Scott coughed as Deaton shushed him.
"Scott." I muttered
"I wouldn't get up just, yet." Deaton advised
"Where am I—" Scott asked shakily as he looked around
"You're fine." Deaton assured him "And I've given you something that should— Speed up the healing process." Deaton admitted as he continued to clean the wound. I held Scott's hand as I watched his face. Scott looked down at the bullet wound and then back at Deaton.
"But you're a vet." he breathed
"It's true and 90% of the time, I'm mostly treating cats and dogs." Deaton stated
"Mostly?" Scott asked
"Mostly." Deaton repeated and then he smiled as Scott lowered his head back down and seemed to fall back to sleep.
"Will he be alright?" I wondered
"He will be." Deaton assured me.
"How did you ever think to become a werewolf doctor?" I asked him.
"It's a long story." Deaton admitted
"One you're not going to tell us?" I guessed
"Not yet." I sighed but nodded as Deaton grabbed a stool and handed it to me. I smiled and sat on it, not leaving Scott's side.
Despite being by my brother's side and knowing he was okay. I knew Derek wasn't. The Argents had him and everyone thought he was the the alpha's accomplice.
Bloody idiot. Couldn't he just make his mind up as to which side he was one? One minute he's threatening Scott, the next he's risking his neck for him.
And he could have run with us. The Argents would have just kept shooting and not noticed he'd run too. If they didn't notice Scott and I then they definitely wouldn't have Derek.
It'd be nice if he could share his plans. If he had any at all.
He needs to learn to communicate better. That was his real issue.