"You wanna explain what the fuck that was all about?" Leah asked she dropped her bags in the front foyer. Connor had walked ahead of Leah, going into the living room to grab his computer and sit down on the couch.
"Hello?" Leah tilted her head at Connor. She walked around the couch and stood in front of him, "Connor." She crossed her arms over her chest as Connor looked up at her.
"What?"
"Can you tell me what's going on?" Leah asked, raising her eyebrows. Connor took in a breath and closed his laptop.
"I know." He simply said, opening his hands and then closing them, "I know about Scott."
"What about Scott?" Leah asked, trying not to expose herself.
"About how he's a werewolf." Connor continued, "I've known for a while now." Leah made a face and pulled her shoulders up,
"How—He's—Scott's not a—" Leah sputtered out, "That's ridiculous." Leah looked back at Connor who's eyebrows were raised. Leah sighed and let her shoulders drop, "Yeah, okay." Leah waved her hand around, giving up, "But how did you find out?"
"When you called me the day after you guys found the dead body in the woods." Connor shrugged, "I called Derek about Scott and asked him if he knew anything." Connor explained, "Then when you said the bite healed…I told Derek to keep an eye on Scott while I figured out how to get home." Leah opened her mouth slightly before turning her head to the side.
"I can't believe." She said quietly, "You knew and you didn't help."
"Leah, I've been through this before." Connor slid his laptop off of his lap, "There's no right way to help a new werewolf. You just have to navigate through it. Plus, I wasn't going to be much help from across the country."
"And what about you and Derek?" Leah asked, looking back at her brother.
"Like I said, we were friends in high school." Connor raised his eyebrows.
"Seems weird that I don't remember him." Leah screwed her mouth to the side. Connor shrugged, not wanting to delve into the past too much.
"You were young." Connor responded. There was a brief pause before Connor spoke again, "Now, can I get back to looking up cures for Derek?" He asked.
Leah nodded and walked out of the living room, heading upstairs. She passed by her bedroom door and went to Connor's. Slowly pushing the door open, Leah stepped into Connor's bedroom and looked around, leaving the door open.
She went to his desk, looking at the bookshelf above it, eyes scanning the lacrosse pictures, ribbons and awards from high school. Leah looked up to the shelf above it and spotted Connor's yearbook from when he was a sophomore. She reached up on her tip toes to grab it, pulling it down from the shelf. Leah stuck it under her arm before going into the bottom drawer of Connor's desk, grabbing the handle of Jager and her weed that she had stored there earlier in the semester. She didn't need Connor finding it and taking it for himself.
Leah shut Connor's bedroom door behind her and walked back into her bedroom. She hid the handle and weed in her underwear drawer before she went over to her bed, ready to flip through the yearbook, only to stop when there was a knock at the door.
"Hi, hon." Tara stuck her head into Leah's bedroom, "Do you wanna come grocery shopping with me?"
Leah screwed her mouth shut and considered her mom's offer. She really didn't need to do anything except wait for Scott or Stiles to call about Derek. And she could look through the yearbook later on in the evening. So Leah nodded, placing the yearbook on her bed and swinging her legs over the bed to go over to her bedroom door.
"Connor, you need anything specific from the store?" Tara asked as she and Leah got to the foyer.
"I'm good." Connor raised his eyebrows at his mom before looking at Leah, "I'll text you if I think of anything." Leah nodded and gave him a thumbs up before following her mom out to her car.
Tara and Leah made their way through the grocery store, picking up various items. Leah tossed a few things for herself in the cart, but her mom stopped her when Leah picked up a box of fruit snacks.
"You are not getting those." Tara laughed as Leah turned.
"But they're dinosaur shaped!" Leah protested.
"You are almost seventeen years old, Leah." Tara fixed Leah with a look as she took the fruit snacks out of Leah's hands, placing it back on the shelf.
"Can't I just be a child for a little longer?" Leah pleaded, clasping her hands in front of her face. Tara shook her head at Leah and continued down the aisle,
"Speaking of your age…" Tara started, "What do you want for your birthday?"
"Fruit snacks." Leah simply said with a shrug. "Just off the top of my head."
"I meant to eat." Tara said with a laugh as she pushed the cart forward. "I was thinking we could invite the Stilinskis over."
"No." Leah shook her head, immediately cutting her mom off. Tara glanced at her,
"Why not?" Leah shrugged at her mom's question and made a face as she reached for the Cheez-Its.
"Just don't." Leah said, throwing the box in and then pulling out her phone to see if she had any missed messages.
"Deputy Kane…hi." Leah heard someone, a male voice, say. Leah looked up to see Mr. Argent standing behind a cart, smiling at her mom.
"Chris, hi, and please, you know you can call me Tara." Tara easily said back. Mr. Argent nodded and looked over at Leah with a smile, "This is my daughter." Tara put a hand on Leah's shoulder, getting another nod from Mr. Argent.
"We've met." Mr. Argent gave Leah a small wave, "Your daughter's an excellent lacrosse player." Mr. Argent commented, getting a smile from Tara.
"That's always nice to hear, thank you." Tara responded, looking at Leah. Leah gave her mom a smile and looked back to Mr. Argent,
"Uh, the shipment the station ordered should be arriving in a few days." Mr. Argent continued, "Sorry about the delay. We're still trying to get all of the product over here."
"That's fine." Tara motioned with her hand, "We have enough guns and bullets in stock for now." Leah looked in between her mom and Mr. Argent before speaking up,
"Mr. Argent, do you guys make or sell custom bullets?" Leah asked, "Like you know ones that could like really hurt or ones that could stick in someone's system?" Leah tilted her head to the side. Mr. Argent gave Leah an amused smile.
"We do have some custom designs. Nothing as serious as that, more like color and shape." His gaze flicked from Leah to Tara, "Why do you ask?"
"I'm just curious." Leah shrugged. She looked up to her mom to see her mom's eyes were wide. Tara looked kind of freaked out at her daughter, not understanding why Leah would even think to ask that sort of question.
"Chris, should we get the dinosaur shaped fruit snacks or the smiley face ones?" A voice said from behind Leah and Tara. Leah looked over her shoulder to see a woman in her early thirties, walking towards them.
"I'll just get both." She said, making a face and throwing them into Mr. Argent's cart.
"Kate, this is Deputy Kane. She works for the department." Mr. Argent introduced Tara to the woman, Kate, "And this is her daughter, Leah." Kate gave Leah a once over before she gave Leah a big, charming smile, "This is my sister, Kate." Mr. Argent continued the introductions. Leah pulled the corners of her mouth down and tilted her head at Kate.
"It's nice to meet you two." Kate responded, smile still on her face.
"Kate, right?" Leah asked and Kate nodded, hand on her hip, the other on the cart, "I think you knew my brother." She said, pointing at Kate, "Connor Kane?" Kate raised her eyebrows up at the name,
"Oh wow." Kate made a face and tilted her head to the side, "You know what, I think I went to high school with a Connor Kane. He was a few years below me." Kate grinned at Leah, "Tell him I say hi, okay?" Kate reached out to Leah, smile still on her face. Leah rolled her lips in and nodded, glancing up at her mom,
"We should probably go get that ice cream." Leah said, seeing how her mom's eyes were narrowing slightly at Kate. Realizing that Leah had said something, Tara blinked and nodded, looking down at Leah,
"Yeah, sounds good." Tara nodded, "Chris, I will see you later this week." Tara bid goodbye to Mr. Argent, maneuvering the cart so she could go around the Argents.
"Bye." Leah gave a small wave to Mr. Argent and to Kate, who gave Leah a charming smile. Leah hurried down the aisle to catch up with her mom, the two of them turning the corner before Leah spoke, "Mom, what the fuck?"
"Stop fucking cursing." Tara immediately responded out of habit before taking in a breath, "I was never a fan of that Kate girl." Tara shook her head, releasing her grip on the shopping cart, "She was not a good influence on Derek." Leah's brow furrowed at what her mom said but Tara took in a breath and gave Leah a warm smile,
"What kind of ice cream do you want?" Tara asked.
The two of them finished grocery shopping and returned home as the sun was setting. Leah pushed open the front door and carried two bags to the kitchen as her mom yelled for Connor,
"Connor! Help with the groceries!" Tara yelled into the house as Leah passed by her brother. Connor was still in the living room, but it had seemed the amount of papers had grown, scattered around him.
"Be right there!" Connor said before getting up and stepping over books and papers. He jogged out to help his mom with the rest of the groceries.
Leah went into the kitchen, unloading the groceries from the bag. She put away the milk and eggs before shoving some of the snack foods into the cabinet. Then she went back into the living room, settling herself in the clearest spot on the floor. She started thumbing through some of Connor's work before Connor caught her.
"What are you doing?" He asked, snatching the paper out of Leah's hand. Leah looked up at him as he sat down on the couch, papers crinkling under him.
"Seeing what you're working on." Leah said, "Any cures?" Leah asked, reaching out to pick up one of the pictures from the floor.
"He needs the bullet." Connor sighed, "I'm pretty sure it's what's in the bullet that's making him so sick. I just got off the phone with Scott so hopefully he finds a way to get it."
"Great." Leah sighed, looking down at the picture in her hand. It was a scene from the attack on the bus, "What's the rest of this stuff?" Leah asked
"Research." He said. Leah stared at him and he glanced at Leah before doing a double take and sighing, "I'm just trying to figure out any potential reasons into why the Alpha killed the bus driver…" Connor started, "The police think it was a mountain lion, but you and I both know that isn't true." Leah nodded, "And do you know how many animal attacks have happened in the past few months that were deemed as a mountain lion attack?"
"A lot?" Connor nodded and Leah let out a sigh, "Weird."
"It makes the most sense to them and to the public." Connor shrugged as he gathered up some of his papers. Leah's phone buzzed, making her jump a little. She looked down to see Stiles' name appear on the screen and she hit ignore, putting her phone down on the coffee table.
"What about Laura?" Leah asked, sitting back on her hands.
"I have no idea." Connor sighed out, "It was either hunters or the Alpha who bit Scott." Connor glanced at the picture of Laura, dead in the grave Leah and the boys had found her in.
"We saw Kate Argent at the grocery store." Leah said, getting Connor's attention, "She seemed to remember you." Connor's features hardened and he took in a breath,
"What did you say?"
"I just mentioned your name. Like you did with Allison."
"Great." Connor let out the breath he was holding with a huff, "Fucking bitch." Connor mumbled. Leah made a face, offended, until Connor corrected himself, "Her, not you."
"Right, okay, well, that seems like a story for another day." Leah sighed, pushing up into a standing position and grabbing her phone. "I have homework." Leah walked past Connor and started for the stairs to her room. She grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder, going up the stairs.
Her phone buzzed with another call from Stiles, which she ignored and went into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Leah dropped her backpack by her bed and climbed onto her bed, reaching for the yearbook.
Leah flipped open to a random page, flipping through the pages until she spotted a picture of younger versions of Connor and Derek. There was a girl standing in between the two of them, who Leah didn't recognize. Glancing at the caption, Leah read it to herself Derek Hale, Paige Krasikeva and Connor Kane. Leah glanced up to see that the picture was in the In Memory Of section of the yearbook. Connor was still alive, as was Derek, which meant Paige was the girl they were remembering.
Taking in a small breath, Leah continued to turn the pages, landing on the class picture pages. She looked for Connor's picture before looking up for Derek. After finding both of them, Leah flipped toward the senior's section and quickly found a young Kate Argent. Leah went towards the back of the yearbook and found a picture of Derek and Kate and a few other students at some sort of picnic thing. Leah stared at the picture for a moment, looking at how Derek and Kate stood so close to each other with their arms wrapped around each other. They looked like they were in love.
"Hey, kiddo." Drew's voice made Leah look up from the yearbook, seeing that her dad was leaning against the doorframe.
"Dad, hi." Leah said, brow furrowing as she closed the yearbook; her dad was supposed to be working all night, "What are you doing here?"
"I am on break." Drew said, crossing his arms, "So I came home for dinner instead of eating the cafeteria food."
"Why do I feel like there's some other motive?" Leah waved a hand in the air, "Something about my birthday."
"I just want to know when you want to do dinner." Drew shrugged, "Does Saturday work?"
"I'm working."
"Sunday?"
"You both are working." Leah reminded him, "All day."
"Then Monday." Drew nodded, "Actual birthday dinner on your birthday."
"No, Dad, I don't wanna do a big thing." Leah shook her head, "I'm fine with like breakfast for dinner and it just being a quick thing."
"Well, your mom is already planning on inviting the Sheriff and Stiles."
"Why?" Leah deadpanned, dropping her chin to her chest, "Why would she do that?"
"I was going to invite Mrs. McCall and Scott." Her dad offered, "Maybe that'll make up for it?" Leah scratched her temple,
"Yeah, whatever." She waved her hand in the air, "It's not like it's my birthday or anything." Leah grumbled as she tossed the yearbook off of her lap.
"Everything will be fine." Drew assured her, "Don't worry." He knocked on the doorframe, "Dinner'll be ready soon." Leah didn't say anything back.
Drew left Leah in her bedroom, letting her go over to her desk to start her homework. She found herself getting distracted; she kept thinking about Connor and how he knew what was going on. Even though she understood Connor's motives, Leah was sort of angry at him for not telling her about the werewolf population of Beacon Hills because anything could've helped them figure out what was happening to Scott. But, she figured, now that Connor was involved, he would actually be a help, especially now that they had to deal with the Alpha.
Stiles called again a few minutes after the sun set and Leah was finishing up her homework. Leah stared at the phone for a minute before sighing and picking it up, hitting the green answer button.
"Is he dead?" Leah asked into the phone.
"About to be. Close to. Probably will be in a few hours." Stiles' voice came over the phone, "Where have you been?"
"Home, grocery store, back home," Leah started, closing her books, "And now dinner."
"Well, I need your help." Stiles stopped when he said the four letter word. Leah couldn't help the smile spreading across her face.
"You need my help." She stated, "What happened to the you're not useful. Or the you bring nothing to the table." Leah was gloating, obviously.
"Barbie, shut up." Stiles said, "You can gloat about this all you want after you actually help me."
"I'm gonna need something in return." Leah said, "Plus, I'm marking this day down forever. I will forever remember this day." Leah said, laughing a bit as she got out of her desk chair.
"And you won't let me forget it." Stiles grumbled.
"Exactly." Leah let out a sigh, "Anyway, you need my help?"
"Scott still hasn't found the bullet. I have no idea where to go and I'm just sitting on the side of the road with a dying werewolf."
"Uh, take him to his house?" Leah asked out, brow furrowing.
"Already suggested that. He shot me down."
"Your house?"
"Are you insane?!" Stiles cried out.
"Right, stupid suggestion." Leah rubbed her hand against her forehead. Her door swung open, making Leah turn around.
"Dinner." Connor said. Leah nodded and held up a finger, turning away from Connor.
"Stiles, I gotta go. You'll figure something out." Leah let out a sigh, "You always do."
"Wait—!" Leah ended the call and turned around to Connor. Connor smirked at her as Leah walked up to him,
"You'll figure something out. You always do." Connor mimicked in a lovey dovey voice
"That's not how I sound at all." Leah said, walking by him.
"You liiiiikkkeeee him." Connor sang out as he followed his sister down the stairs.
"No, I don't." Leah shook her head. "He was just calling me about Derek."
"Oh." Connor pulled his chin to his chest, "How's it going?"
"Not well, apparently." Leah sighed as she walked into the kitchen.
She grabbed the placemats, setting them down on the table as Connor followed with silverware. Tara and Drew were in the kitchen, getting the last of dinner ready. Leah set out glasses as Connor put out plates. Tara set out the sides in the center of the table, along with a salad bowl, and then Drew put the chicken on the table, Connor and Leah sitting down next to each other.
They talked as they ate; about school, Connor's grad school research, Tara and Drew's work—what they could tell the kids. It had been awhile since all four of them were at the same table for dinner.
"See?" Leah asked as she scooped up some potatoes, "This is what I want for my birthday. Just the four of us."
"Don't forget the baby." Connor pointed to Tara's belly. Tara pointed two fingers at her stomach as well, grinning at the table,
"Five of us." Leah corrected herself as her mom smiled at her.
"I can cancel on the Stilinskis and the McCalls." Tara said, nodding at Leah, "If that's what you want." Leah took in a breath and looked at her plate before glancing back up.
"It's fine. I don't really mind." She said with a shrug. Leah saw her mom's face break out into a smile and she looked to her dad, who winked at Leah.
"Anyway!" Leah said, changing the subject, "How's the hunt for the mountain lion coming?" Leah asked, making Tara laugh.
"No, no I'm not telling you any of that." Tara pointed at Leah with her fork, "Strictly confidential."
Leah made a face as Connor opened his mouth, talking about something or other. The conversation went back to normal as Drew started to tell a story about what happened at the hospital, making the table laugh. Leah looked around the table, seeing her mom and dad holding hands, Tara was laughing as Drew animatedly talked. She glanced to Connor, who lifted his water glass to his lips as he laughed, looking at Leah. She stabbed at her chicken, relishing the moment of family normalcy she was having.
Her phone buzzed against her thigh, making her jump a bit. Leah laughed at herself before pulling her phone out of her pocket. She saw Stiles' name on the screen and then glanced up at the table.
"No phones at the table." Tara reminded her, pointing at the phone with her fork.
"Right, yeah." Leah nodded to herself before hitting the ignore button.
"Who was it?" Drew asked.
"Just Stiles." Leah made a face and waved her hand around.
"You seem to be hanging out with Stiles a lot lately." Tara said, "Is there something—"
"No." Leah cut her off, shaking her head, "God, no. We're just…Chemistry partners." Leah lied, making a face, "And Stiles is practically inept with all things…Chemistry." Leah tired to control her facial expressions as she fed her parents an extremely bad lie. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Connor making a face, pulling down the corners of his mouth as he listened to Leah lie.
"Your mom and I were Chemistry partners..." Drew said, believing what Leah was saying, with a raise of his eyebrows, "Late night study sessions…"
"Oh my God!" Leah cried out as Connor cringed.
"Well, my appetite is shot." Connor sat back in his chair.
"I didn't say we did anything." Drew said with a knowing grin.
"Get your minds out of the gutter." Tara tossed her napkin at Leah. Leah batted it away and then shivered.
"And on that note," Connor pushed out of his chair, "I'm about finished."
"Yeah, same." Leah said, picking up her plate and making a face at her parents, "Disgusting." Drew laughed at Leah, leaning over to kiss Tara. Leah made a face and walked by them, back into the kitchen.
Leah dumped her plate in the sink, turning around and surveying the counter. Her fingers tapped against the counter that her back was against. Then Leah stepped forward, going into a crouch and into the bottom cabinets to get out what she needed.
She started to make brownies, mixing all the ingredients together. It got her mind off of Derek and Stiles and Scott and her birthday and everything. She was completely in her own world as she mixed up the batter, pouring in the water and the oil.
Leah's phone buzzed, making her jump. She reached over and grabbed it, answering it without looking and shoving it in between her shoulder and her ear.
"Hello?" Leah asked as she moved her wrist in a circular motion to mix all the ingredients up.
"Was not expecting the calm greeting." Stiles' voice came over. Leah sighed and wiped the back of her hand across her forehead as she slumped down.
"What do you want, Coleslaw? I'm in the middle of something."
"Can you get to the animal clinic?" He asked, getting straight to the point.
"Uhm, I don't know, I can try." Leah swallowed.
"Great, see you soon." Stiles hung up on Leah. Leah dropped her phone on the counter and sighed, turning back to the bowl of brownie mix. She lifted the bowl and poured it into a pan as the oven beeped.
She stared at the brownie mix before pushing back from the counter and letting out a frustrated groan. Then Leah went back to the counter, angrily throwing the spoon into the bowl and turning to drop it in the sink. She turned on the water, letting it fill the bowl as she put the brownies into the oven, setting the timer. Leah continued to clean up her mess as Tara came into the kitchen.
"Whatcha making?" She asked, resting her arms on the counter.
"Brownies." Leah grumbled out, wiping her hands together.
"Ah, so it's a boy." Tara knew Leah like the back of her hand, "Or specifically, Stiles." Leah gave her mom a pointed look before shaking her head; she hated how she had become so predictable.
"He just wants me to come over to help with this project and I told him I didn't think I could because of the curfew—"
"Go." Tara cut Leah off.
"What?" Leah asked, brow furrowing.
"Go." Tara repeated herself, "As long as you're at Stiles'."
"I will be." Leah lied, getting a nod from her mom,
"I'll finish up the brownies. You go." Leah gave her mom a small smile.
"Thanks." Leah said, walking around the counter and giving her mom a hug, "Love you."
"Love you too." Tara murmured before letting go. "Now, get out of here." Leah laughed and walked out of the kitchen. Connor was on the couch and he looked over at Leah as she passed,
"Text me if you need me." Connor told her, getting a nod from Leah before she went out the front door.
Leah got to the animal clinic a few minutes later to find Derek slumped against bags of dog food and Stiles standing above him. Stiles turned at the sound of Leah's skateboard and he relaxed slightly.
"Oh thank God." Stiles sighed out.
"You still look like death. Like even worse than death. Like if death was dying." Leah stated, staring at Derek as she stepped off her board. His arm was pulsating and he was all sweaty and pale. Derek gave her an unamused look.
"What now?" Leah asked, looking to Stiles,
"Scott told me to get him to the animal clinic and that he would be here soon. He has the bullet." Stiles showed her his phone where a text from Scott was displayed.
"Northern blue monkshood?" Leah read out loud.
"Type of wolfsbane." Stiles said, shoving the phone back into his pocket.
"Wolfsbane seems the source of a lot of problems lately." Leah sighed.
"Come on, help me get him inside."
"Oh, this was the help you needed from me?" Leah asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Just do it." Stiles grunted as he tried to lift Derek up by himself.
"You know I carried him all by myself earlier." Leah said as she went over to help lift Derek up from the other side.
"Great for you." Stiles groaned, as Leah put her hand on Derek's abdomen, and her arm around his back.
Once they got Derek into the examination room, Derek stumbled forward to catch himself on the table. He moved around it, going to the drawers.
"You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles made a face as Derek shuffled through the drawers, pulling out some blue tape. Leah pulled out her phone and composed a text to Connor,
Northern blue monkshood?
Connor's response was almost immediate, NBM. He needs to light the powder on fire and then put it in the wound.
"Lovely." Leah grimaced at the text as she looked up at Derek and Stiles.
She hadn't been paying attention to what Derek was saying, so she made a face when Derek turned back to them with an electric handsaw. He placed it on the table as Stiles whimpered.
"You're gonna have to cut off my arm." Derek finished, looking at Stiles. Leah gagged, turning away from boys,
"What if you bleed to death?" Stiles asked as he picked up the saw, turning it on momentarily before dropping it.
"It'll heal if it works." Derek was tying the blue tape around his bicep.
"Your entire arm will grow back?" Leah asked, brow furrowing as she looked at him. Derek snapped the tape and looked at her.
"Hopefully."
"Ugh." Stiles audibly said as he picked up the saw again, "Look, I don't know if I can do this." He dropped it and leaned on the table.
"Why not?" Derek grunted out.
"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and the blood! Especially the blood!" Stiles' voice hit an octave as Leah stuck out her tongue in disgust. She looked down at her phone, trying to focus on something else.
"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek growled out.
"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!" Stiles yelled back. Derek took in a breath.
"All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head." He threatened.
"Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any—" Stiles was cut off as Derek lunged across the table and grabbed the collar of his shirt, yanking him forward so Stiles was mere inches away from his face. Leah jumped at the noise, looking up to see Stiles flinching back.
"Oh, my God." Stiles squeaked out, "Okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally. I'll do it. I'll do it." Stiles agreed. Leah laughed at him as Derek stumbled to the side.
"What-? What are you doing?" Stiles asked as Derek projectile vomited black blood all on the floor. Leah gagged a bit and turned away, trying to keep her dinner down.
"Holy God, what the hell is that?" Stiles cried out, sounding disgusted.
"It's my body…Trying to heal itself." Derek managed out. Leah turned back around, pulling up her camera on her phone and swiping to the video option.
"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it." Stiles stated the obvious. He glanced at Leah, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Filming for posterity." Leah murmured. Stiles opened his mouth to retort when Derek grabbed him again.
"Now. You gotta do it now." Stiles looked back at the saw and then back at Derek.
"Look, honestly, I don't think I can." Leah pressed the red record button and kept it trained on the two of them.
"Just do it!" Derek shouted out. Leah jumped a bit as Stiles scrambled for the saw.
"Oh, my God." He pressed the switch, letting the saw roar to life and then turned it off, making a face, "Okay, okay." Stiles pressed the blade down against Derek's skin, "Oh, my God." Leah watched the whole thing happen on the screen, cringing slightly. Stiles looked at Leah, his face pale and his eyes wide. He swallowed and looked back at Derek's arm.
"All right, here we go!" Stiles shouted out.
"Stiles!" Leah heard Scott's voice suddenly call out, "Leah!" Leah spun around, looking at where Scott's voice came from.
"Scott?" Stiles called back. Scott came running into the examination room moments later.
"What the hell are you doing?" Scott asked as Stiles let go of the saw, letting out a relieved laugh. Leah let her arm drop to her side as she matched Stiles' relieved laugh.
"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares." He laughed, looking at Leah. Leah gave him an understanding look and a nod.
"Did you get it?" Derek asked. Scott handed him a bullet. Derek took it and held it up in front of his eyes.
"What are you gonna do with it?" Scott asked.
"I'm gonna…I'm gonna—" And then Derek promptly fainted, falling to the side, the bullet falling out of his hand, rolling onto the floor. Scott dove after it.
"No. No, no, no, no." Scott said, going for it.
"Derek." Stiles went down to Derek, "Derek, come on, wake up."
"Scott, you need to get the bullet!" Leah cried out, "We need what's inside of it." Leah explained, waving her hand at Scott as he tried to reach into the grate to get the bullet.
"I can't reach it." Scott groaned as Stiles began slapping Derek's face, trying to get him to wake up.
"He's not waking up! I think he's dying." Stiles was saying as Scott let out a frustrated yell as he tried to get the bullet. "I think he's dead!" Stiles yelled out, looking up at Leah, "Would you help please!? Instead of just standing there?"
"I don't know what you want me to do, Stiles!" Leah yelled back, waving her arms around, "I don't have any skills to wake up an unconscious werewolf." Stiles mimicked her as he looked back at Derek.
"Just hold on!" Leah heard Scott yell back.
"Kiss him!" Leah offered, getting an idea, "You know? CPR!" Leah said as Stiles gave her the most disgusted look and continued to slap Derek's cheek.
"Oh! I got it! I got it!" Scott sounded relieved.
"Please don't kill me for this." Stiles whimpered as he balled his hand into a fist and then swung at Derek's face. Derek shot up as a reaction to Stiles punching him.
"Ow! God!" Stiles grimaced in pain, shaking out his hand as he rolled off of Derek.
"You didn't follow through." Leah tsked, shaking her head as Stiles glared at her. Derek slowly got to his feet, motioning at Scott.
"Give me—" Derek took the bullet from Scott as Stiles got to his feet, shaking out his hand.
Derek went back over to the examination table, uncapping the bullet with his teeth and dumping some sort of purple powder onto the metal table. Derek pulled a lighter out of his pocket, setting the powder on fire like Connor had texted Leah about. Leah was slowly beginning to realize there was a lot she didn't know about werewolf problems. The powder and fire created purple sparks, making the three teens lean back. Derek swept the powder into his free hand and then shoved it into his wound.
"Oh my God." Leah grimaced as Derek let out a groan and stumbled back, falling to the ground again.
The three of them followed him, standing above him as he writhed about. Leah watched, eyes wide as he moved around in pain. Derek lifted his hips up and actually growling, his eyes flashed blue for a moment before he stilled, the wound healing completely.
"That. Was. Awesome! Yes!" Stiles fist pumped and looked around at the rest of the group.
"That was really hot." Leah said at the same time, eyes still trained on Derek's abs. She felt Stiles elbow her and she looked over to meet his surprised look. Leah raised her eyebrows at him and shrugged as Stiles gaped at her, shaking his head slightly.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked as Derek got to his feet.
"Well, except for the agonizing pain." Derek bit out,
"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health." Stiles laughed to himself as Derek gave him the death glare. Leah smirked to herself and shoved her hands into her back pockets.
"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone, you got that?" Scott started, "And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything—"
"You're gonna trust them? You think they can help you?" Derek cut Scott off.
"Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are." Scott said, raising a hand towards Derek.
"I can show you exactly how nice they are." Derek said with a jut of his chin. He grabbed Scott's arm and pulled him away from Stiles and Leah.
The two werewolves disappeared down the hall of the clinic, leaving Leah and Stiles alone, "Okay, bye!" Leah lamely called out before she sighed and took out her phone from her pocket, seeing that it had been recording.
Leah made a face and tapped at the screen to make the recording stop. She answered Connor's text, telling him everything was okay and that Derek was okay. Then, she went over to the table where the saw still was. She picked it up and flipped the switch on.
"Wanna play a game?" Leah asked, holding the saw up to Stiles. Stiles gave her an unamused look. Leah lunged for him, making him jump about six feet in the air and let out a little scream.
"Jesus, Barbie!" Stiles had his hand on his chest, "Turn it off!"
"Fine." Leah said, making her eyes wide and flipping the switch, "You're no fun."
"Just rather not see any blood tonight." Stiles said as Leah went and put the saw back in the drawer that Derek took it out of. Leah closed the other cabinet doors that were opened, cleaning up the small mess they had. She stepped over the puddle of vomit, grimacing.
"I was kinda hoping that you would have to cut off his arm." Leah said, looking up at Stiles, "I mean, that'd be a story to tell."
"To who?" Stiles asked.
"…Scott." Leah blinked and shook her head, "Anyway. I'll see you around." Leah pushed off the counter and went to get her bag.
"Hey, I can drive you home." Stiles offered as Leah picked up her bag.
"Why?" Leah asked, a little thrown.
"Cause it's dark out and there's a murdering Alpha on the loose." Stiles said, scratching the back of his neck.
"So you care about me." Leah stated, popping her hip out and giving him a wry grin.
"No." Stiles quickly shot her down, "Your mom would just…be a wreck if anything happened to you."
"She'd kill you." Leah said with a nod, "Cause she knows I'm with you."
"I don't think she'd kill me. I'd tell her I tried my best to get you to come home with me." Stiles lifted his hand up, "And that you were being your stubborn self and didn't accept my gentlemanly offer—" Leah snorted, cutting him off.
"Oh, please." Leah rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, "You would make my death into all about you? Typical." She shifted her weight.
"You could avoid all that if you just took the ride." Stiles pointed out. Leah gave him a look before shaking her head.
"Fine." She put her hands up, giving in. "I'll take your crappy ride."
"You forgot lifesaving." Stiles pointed out as he walked past Leah. He stopped and backtracked, reaching out to Leah. She moved back, making a face.
"Uh, personal space, much?" She asked.
"You got something on your—" Stiles motioned to his temple. Leah reached up and rubbed her fingers against her temple.
"Did I get it?" She asked.
"Nope." Stiles laughed at Leah as she tried again, "Here, stop, you're not even close." He reached out again.
"Ew, no, I'd rather you not touch me. Just leave it. I'll take a shower tonight." Leah said, batting his hand away.
"Oh thank God." Stiles rolled his head back, "I didn't want to say anything, but you smell."
"You smell worse!" Leah shot back. She gagged, placing her hands around her throat to be dramatic as Stiles rolled his eyes and walked out of the clinic, Leah behind him.
Leah put her stuff in the hatch of Stiles' Jeep before climbing into the passenger seat. Stiles had already started the Jeep, ready to go as she got in. He shifted into first gear and started towards her house.
"Where do you think Derek took Scott?" Leah asked as Stiles drove. She felt something against her leg and reached down to pick up a shirt.
"I have no idea." Stiles answered. Leah held the shirt up, letting the light from the streetlights help her see that it was Derek's shirt from earlier in the day.
"You two getting kinky to pass the time?" Leah asked, cocking a brow.
"You're disgusting." Stiles said as Leah folded up the shirt.
"One of my many personality descriptions." Leah sighed out, "Along with pretty, funny, smart—"
"Barbie." Stiles added on, "And don't forget bitch."
"Oh, well, for you don't forget douchecanoe and major dick." Leah shot back, "Those are the top two."
Stiles barked out a laugh, "Great, I'll put that on my dating profile."
"Sure you'll get a lot of hits with those." Leah said, raising her eyebrows as she dug into her pocket for her phone.
Leah unlocked her phone, seeing that there was a video being displayed on the screen. Leah hit play and watched as Stiles held an electric saw to Derek's arm. Her brow furrowed as she dragged the bar forward, fast forwarding to a part where she heard herself shouting at Stiles to preform CPR on Derek.
"Yeah, you're gonna need to delete that." Stiles said, glancing over at her. Leah dragged the bar forward, seeing Derek on the ground, writhing about as something smoked from the wound in his arm.
"What the hell?" Leah whispered to herself.
"Yo, Barbie!" Stiles yelled at her.
Leah held up a finger before putting it against the timeline dragging it across again as she tried to figure out what had happened in the video; it was mostly of the ground with random shots of Derek, Stiles and Scott.
Her phone was abruptly pulled from her hand and she looked to Stiles, "Hey!" She cried out, "I was watching that."
"And I'm deleting it." Stiles said as he stopped at a red light. "No need for you to accidentally send this out and screw us all over."
"But I don't even remember taking it!" Leah said, shifting in her seat to look at him, "I don't remember any of that happening."
"Nice try, Barbie." Stiles laughed out as he deleted the video, "You were there. Cheering me on to cut off Derek's arm."
"Stiles! I'm not fucking around!" Leah shouted at him as he proceeded with caution through the green light. He tossed the phone back at Leah, who fumbled, but caught it.
"Stiles, pull over." Leah seriously said.
"We're almost to your house." Stiles said, shaking his head.
"Why don't you believe me?" Leah asked, her torso facing him.
"Because you're a liar! And I don't trust anything you say. I haven't since we were in middle school." Stiles said, raising his shoulders up, "You were there, Leah. You saw the whole thing and wanted to record it for posterity." Stiles moved his head around as he turned down Leah's street.
"No, no." Leah shook her head, "I don't remember any of that. Of this!" Leah said, holding up her phone. Stiles slowed down in front of Leah's house and put the Jeep in park. He looked at her as she chewed on her bottom lip.
"Then what do you remember?" Stiles finally asked. Leah put down her phone and looked out the windshield before looking back at him.
"I—I remember eating dinner and making brownies—"
"Why were you making brownies?" Stiles brow furrowed at that factoid,
"Because I was worried about Derek and Scott finding the bullet." Leah lied easily to him. Stiles nodded.
"And then I remember helping Derek into the clinic…" Leah trailed off, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she tried to remember what came next. There was nothing. No sound, no smell, nothing. Just a gap.
"And then Derek's up and better." Leah glanced up at Stiles, blinking back the tears. "It's like I blacked out or something." Stiles had his hand over his mouth and looked away from Leah as he shook his head a bit.
"Now do you believe me?" Leah asked, brow furrowing. Stiles swallowed and moved his hand over his mouth, letting it drop as he let out a sigh.
"No." He simply said, "I—I don't…"
"Fuck you." Leah snapped out, pushing out of the Jeep, "I don't need you of all people to believe me. I know it's true." Leah snarkily said. She grabbed her stuff from the back hatch of the Jeep, slamming the door so hard, the Jeep shook.
Leah stomped up to the porch, pushing the front door open and dropping her things at her feet as she kicked the door closed. Leah hurried up into her room, shutting the door behind herself. She felt her lower lip tremble and covered her face with her hands as if that would stop herself from crying. Her back was against the door and she slid down it, silently crying to herself as she fell to the floor, falling onto her side and curling up into a ball. Webster came up to her, meowing softly. Leah sat up and pulled him into her lap, petting him until she calmed herself down enough.
"You believe me, right Webster?" Leah asked, looking down into Webster's blue eyes. He just meowed in response.
A/N: MY BAAAAABBBBBYYYYYYYY.