The Downpour
Dead Man Walking. [Chapter Thirteen]
Takes place in Season One, Episode Six (Heart Monitor) of MTV's Teen Wolf.
"Hey, sleeping beauty." Emily glared at Stiles, slamming the door of his jeep shut grumpily. Stiles winced, his poor Jeep. "Watch my Jeep, she's sensitive." Emily looked at Stiles weirdly, flattening out her brown frizz of hair.
"I was up half of the night researching. I found a little out about the bus driver, nothing completely worth killing over though. I found out he was an insurance investigator before he turned down the dark, lonely path of being a school bus driver. He had a wife who left him for a guy who dressed up as creepy animals for children's birthday parties. His daughter died at the age of sixteen, drunk driver accident. His life is like a tragically put together sitcom. Until I found this one piece of information that I'm still struggling to comprehend." Stiles looked at Emily eagerly, leaning closer in anticipation. "He was terminated under the suspicion of fraud to his last case that he ever was assigned. The Hale house fire." Stiles jaw dropped, staring at Emily like she had three heads.
"So, does that mean you've been snuggling up to the Alpha who has been threatening to kill you?" Emily shook her head.
"No. The Alpha has red eyes, Derek has blue. Plus, the night Derek got shot he was chasing the Alpha. Sure, he could've been lying but Scott was there too, hiding, and he said he saw two people running across the roofs. Derek and the Alpha. I mean, this could be a completely bizarre coincidence. Hell, the Alpha could even be the guy that Meyers' wife left him for. Meyer's gave them hell over the divorce, left her with virtually nothing and everything that he did get he sold because he wanted literally nothing to do with her, only kept the house. Now, she passed away the morning before the attack due to lack of health care. I guess you could blame Meyers for that seeing as they just and enough for rent, tax and food. If I were Mr C.E Cheese I'd definitely blame him." Stiles nodded.
"Have you found anything on the video store clerk? Anything about the, oh I don't know, Hale house fire?" Stiles asked casually. Emily rolled her eyes. Was he seriously considering that Derek was the Alpha?
"No, Stiles. I haven't even started to think about him yet. And I told you, Derek is most definitely not the Alpha! Why would he kill his own sister? Why would he threaten my life?"
"Why would he do anything? Doesn't it pass you as suspicious that his sister died and the only thing he did was bury her in his back yard? Unless, he cries to you at night, whining about how much he misses her." Emily rolled her eyes, remembering the night before when Derek turned up in her room with a tear stricken face.
"He lost his entire family, beside Laura and his comatose uncle, in one day. Loss is something he's familiar with. Maybe he just deals with it differently." Emily shrugged. Stiles huffed, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Or maybe he takes it out on me. You know, with all the death threats."
"Stiles, he's threatened your life once."
"It still hurts, Emily!" Stiles exclaimed, holding a hand to his chest. Emily rolled her eyes, scoffing quietly.
"Both hands on the wheel, Stilinski! You could drive into a parked car with both on; let's not test what you can do with one." Emily smirked, feeling rather proud of her little comment.
"Both hands on the wheel, Stilinski. You can drive into a parked car with both on; let's not test what you can do with one." Stiles mocked in a high pitched, whiny voice. Emily rolled her eyes, swatting his arm lightly.
"So what are you going to do about Scott? Isn't he in like every single one of your classes?" Emily wondered, looking at him smugly. Stiles groaned, scrunching up his face.
"Please, don't remind me. The only thing I don't have with him is homeroom." Stiles muttered distastefully.
"Do you think you're going to give in? Like, end up talking to him by the end of the day?"
"No. I'm stronger than that because I don't need him. This way I can stay out of all this Supernatural crap." Emily raised her eyebrows over at him. She was probably the most supernatural person he had ever encountered.
"So you're planning on ditching me too?" Emily asked accusingly. Stiles panicked, looking between Emily and the road with wide eyes.
"No! I- Uh, I just thought you were dropping Derek too. You drop Derek, you kind of drop all of this supernatural shit, you get it?" Stiles asked timidly. Emily sighed, she could never really 'drop' Derek. It had only been twelve hours and she was already feeling a little longing towards him and a slightly drained. But the latter could just be because of the lack of sleep.
"Yeah, but I can never really drop Derek. I'd love to tell you why, but neither you nor Derek are each other's biggest fans and I will live in fear that he'll tear me limb from limb. Let's just say… it will drive us both mentally insane and I'm going to be speaking to him within the next few days." Stiles huffed loudly, grimacing.
"I don't get it you're such a nice person but him. He's a bag full of short temper and evilness. Believe me, I'm good at detecting evil. Another evil person is Matt Daehler who sits in front of me in History." Emily looked at Stiles oddly as his face contorted.
"Okay. I'm going to allow you to brew your hate against this Matt boy in peace."
/ / /
"Wow, Scott, the art of being subtle just isn't your forte, is it?" Emily teased, smirking as she approached Stiles and Scott sitting at a lunch table together, Scott covering his face in a book. "And Stiles! What happened to our plan to not breath a word to the werewolves of Beacon Hills, for me until the n of the week, for you, forever?"
"What can I say, he intrigued me." Stiles muttered, picking up a green apple off the table. "And look, you inspired me for what to get for lunch today." Emily rolled her eyes, sitting beside him.
"I'm hiding from Allison. Derek said he's only going to teach me if I stay away from her." Scott grumbled, peeking over his book. So, this was how it was? Derek would talk to Scott, but not his mate? Well.
"This was why I was intrigued." Stiles murmured. Emily nodded.
"I can see why you were intrigued."
"Were you serious when you said I wasn't being subtle enough? I- I don't want Allison to think I'm avoiding her." Scott whined, peering over his book, his eyes big and worrisome.
"Of course Emily was serious. I think the books making it more obvious. Besides, he's reading anyway." Stiles dismissed, indicating to Allison behind his shoulder. Scott looked more relieved as he straightened up slightly, looking at what Stiles was doing.
"So did you come up with a plan yet?" He asked quietly. Emily rolled her eyes, was he afraid she would hear him?
"I think so." Stiles bit into his apple making a loud crunching sound. Emily envied Stiles, now she wanted an apple. Damn him.
"Does that mean you don't hate me now?"
"No," Stiles said, Emily smirked at his bluntness. He just doesn't sugar coat things. "But your crap has infiltrated my life, so not I have to do something about it. Plus I'm definitely a better Yoda than Derek." That, Emily had to agree with. She betted that if Stiles knew what the hell she was and how to deal with it, he'd be more helpful than to just tell her to concentrate. Stupid Derek.
"Okay, yeah, you teach me."
"Yeah, I'll be your Yoda."
"Yeah, you be my Yoda." Emily sighed, getting rather sick of the Star Wars references.
"Your Yoda I will be." Emily chortled at Stiles' supposed Yoda impression. She had never watched Star Wars, but every doubt in her mind was saying he didn't sound like that and Stiles was being a dork. Stiles laughed quietly to himself, no doubt proud of his impression and reference. From behind his book, Scott shook his head. "I said it backwards."
"Yeah, I- I know."
"All right, you know what? I definitely still hate you. Uh-huh. Oh yeah." Stiles began to pack up his things, grabbing the book out of Scott's hands and making his exit out of the cafeteria. Both Emily and Scott hurried after him. From behind them, they could hear Allison, the poor girl, calling after Scott.
"Tell Stiles I've went to the bathroom." Scott muttered, running off. Eventually, when Emily did catch up to Stiles, he was smirking victoriously to himself.
"What happened? Did Allison catch up to him? Is he getting his ass kicked by her and is Derek waiting in line?" He asked eagerly.
"I don't know about any of that, he went off to the bathroom to hide." Stiles scoffed, digging through his bag.
"Do you by any chance know how to pick a lock?" Shocked was an understatement n how Emily felt. Who asks these kinds of questions?
"No." Emily said slowly, looking at Stiles oddly as he pulled out a bag of bobby pins.
"You're lying. I looked up your arrest report last night. You were arrested for picking a lock to someone's house. Then release the next day because it was your own house. Pedestrians." Emily flushed. Why, out of all the people, did she have to befriend the Sheriffs son? Out of everyone in Beacon Hills.
"I left my keys inside, okay! How else was I supposed to get in at quarter to four in the morning?" Stiles handed her the bag.
"It's okay; I've been arrested for less. I smashed Mrs McCall's favourite vase and when my dad heard about it he held me in a cell till he was finished with work. I was eleven." Emily laughed, taking the bag from him. "And there's even a prize! When you've done you can keep them all."
"Oh, goodie! I get to do what I was arrested for and my prize? A bag of bobby pins! Wow, Stiles, you are so generous!" Emily cheered with a scowl. Stiles rolled his eyes, rummaging around in his bag again.
"Here, you'll have to wear this." He held out a knitted black balaclava. Was he being serious? "I thought you'd like to play the part." Stiles shrugged. He was so serious.
"And why the hell would I wear this? Why the hell would I want to look like a thug while picking a lock?" Emily exclaimed, swatting Stiles over the back of his head. He shrieked, rubbing the spot where Emily whacked him.
"That's the second time you've slapped me today! Little do you know, Stiles has feelings, feelings that are rather sensitive when poked and prodded and they want you to leave me alone." Emily smiled sweetly at him.
"But I can't! If I do, then you'll only have Scott as a friend, and you just told him you hated him not even five minutes ago. I must care for you, Stiles, and caring for you means that I am obliged to slap you when you're being stupid of you insult someone. I don't want to be the one that has to do it, but I don't make up the rules." Stiles glowered at her, letting out a sarcastic laugh.
"I think you should stop it, sarcasm doesn't suit you." Emily whacked him over the head once more.
"Shut up and tell me what I have to do." Emily snapped, raising her hand threateningly.
"Okay, okay! Lower your freaking hand!" Stiles shrieked, covering his face with his hands. Smirking and rather proud of her self, Emily lowered her hands. "I need you to break into Coaches office, don't worry I'll distract him, and I need you to get his phone."
"Yeah, I am most definitely not wearing the mask."
/ / /
"Hey, Coach, Greenberg's doing, uh, inappropriate things to himself in the shower, again." Stiles lied. Emily shuddered, what did he mean "again"? Had he actually touched himself inappropriately in the showers before?
"Dammit, Greenberg! Why I keep that monstrosity on the team is beyond me! He –He can't even play properly!" Coach yelled, storming into the boys' locker room. "You've failed your parents, Greenberg! What will your mother think?" Emily took out a bobby pin, looking around to make sure nobody was watching before sticking the end of the bobby pin into the key hole. Into the key hole, opening the door.
"What the hell?" She muttered feeling confused; she hadn't even begun to unlock it properly, what the hell happened? "Was the door- The door was already unlocked. Dammit Emily, you idiot." She stood back up, quickly entering the office on search for his phone. A search for Coaches phone that was done in a few seconds flat. One his desk was a phone with earphones and a black strap wrapped around it. She grabbed it, quickly exiting before Coach came back in.
"Go out there and do suicide runs until your testicles are returning to your stomach as the only source of warmth!"
"Can I atleast get changed-"
"In your towel, Greenburg! In. Your. Towel." Emily grimaced, making a mental note not to go near the tracks. Greenberg in a towel? Not something that she wanted to see, ever.
"Emily! Please tell me you got it." Stiles pleaded as Emily met him by his locker. She nodded, pulling out Coaches phone.
"Got it. Why do we need these, again and why does Greenberg touch himself in the shower?" Stiles shuddered, repressing the memory of that time in his Freshmen year when Greenberg accidentally touched himself and got an automatic hard on. The kid didn't even get embarrassed. It was incredibly weird for everyone in the room.
"Well, during free period I am going to tape Scott's limbs together and pelt him with Lacrosse balls. The heart monitor is so we can keep track of his heart rate. When his heart rate increases that triggers the shift."
"Yeah right, pelt him with Lacrosse balls? What are we really going to do?" Stiles looked up at Emily with a blank look. "We're really going to pelt him with- Has anyone ever told you that you have incredibly mental ideas? How on earth will pelting Scott with Lacrosse balls make his heart beat rise? It will only cause him pain, which, might I add, converts him back to human."
"Just trust me, okay?" Stiles groaned, looking at her pleadingly. Emily huffed.
"Fine. Although, I still don't think it'll work, but your idea will have to do." Stiles pointed behind her shoulder.
"There's Scott now, let the fun begin." Stiles and Emily grabbed Scott, towing him down to the Lacrosse pitch, not sharing a word about what Stiles had in store for him. "Okay." Stiles set down his bag and Lacrosse stick on the bench, taking a seat beside it. "Now- put this on." Stiles handed the black strap that was previously wrapped around Coaches phone to Scott, who looked at it curiously.
"Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?"
"Yeah, we borrowed it." Scott looked between Emily and Stiles with raised eyebrows.
"Stole it." He corrected making Stiles gape up at him. Was this really the time to be worrying about where they got it from?
"Temporarily misappropriated. Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day." Stiles informed.
"Isn't that Coaches phone?"
"That, I stole." Emily muttered, pursing her lips and nodding slowly. Scott looked at her oddly, which she couldn't blame him for.
"Why?"
"All right, well your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? When you're playing Lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate." A small smirk spread across Scott's face and his eyes lit up.
"Like the Incredible Hulk."
"Kind of like the Incredible Hulk, yeah."
"No, I'm like the Incredible Hulk."
"Would you shut up and put the strap on?" Emily snorted, covering her face with her hands as the boys gave her a weird look.
"I- I'm sorry, it sounded like you said Strap-on." Emily giggled, her face going beet red.
"I did. Just not in that context." Emily burst into a fit of laughter, dragging her hands down her flushed face. "Let's get you banded up." Stiles grinned, choosing to ignore the laughing Emily who was now crouching on the floor, gasping for air. Scott nodded in agreement, not taking his confused eyes off of Emily. "Ignore the problem, and the problem goes away. Come on." Stiles took out silver duct tape, smirking evilly. "I am going to have so much fun doing this."
"I think I pulled a muscle from laughing too hard!" Emily squawked, wrapping her arms around her torso. Stiles rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore her.
"This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my free period." Scott said after Stiles finished taping his wrists together. Emily sat on the bench with Coaches phone n her gloved hands. She didn't want to be too carefree and get her finger prints all over it, which would be stupid, so she decided to wear Stiles' lacrosse gloves.
"All right, you ready?"
"No."
"Of course he's not ready idiot, you're going to be inflicting pain on him. Who is ever ready for that?" Emily said loudly, so Stiles could hear, with an eye roll.
"Remember, don't get angry." Stiles set down the bag, looking up and over at Emily. "Hit it, Emz!" Emily rolled her eyes, pressing the button that Stiles had told her was the "start" button, as if she couldn't work it out for herself.
"I'm starting to think this is a really bad idea." Scott muttered. Stiles placed a ball in the net, drawing back his arm and lobbed the ball in Scott's direction. Emily winced as it hit him in the chest with a dull thud. Scott groaned and Emily looked down at the monitor as the beeps began to get more frequent.
"One fifteen!" Stiles grinned, picking up another ball, placing it in the net, throwing it towards Scott so it hit him right in the neck. Ouch.
"Oh, man. Okay, that one- kind or hurt."
"Quiet." Stiles hushed. "Remember, you're supposed to be thinking about your heart rate, all right? About staying calm." Stiles lobbed another ball and it narrowly missed Scott's cheek, causing obth him and Emily to wince.
"Staying calm. Staying calm. Staying totally calm. There's no balls flying at my face-" Scott was hit on the shoulder by –can you guess it? –a flying ball. Stiles lobbed two more balls, Scott groaning each time they hit him. "Aah! Son of a bitch!"
"You know what? I think my aim is actually improving." Emily rolled her eyes, glancing down at Coaches phone. 126. 127.
"Wonder why." Scott spat, his body slightly hunched over.
"Ah, ah, ah! Don't get angry!" Emily scolded. "One thirty!"
"I'm not getting angry." Scott insisted as a ball went flying through the air. It hit him just above his crotch, making Emily sigh in relief. She wanted to teach him not to shift, not deprive him from ever having children. One, two, three, four, five, six more balls were aimed at Scott, each one of them successfully hitting him. 149. 151. "Stop. Just- can we just hold-" Yet another ball hit him square in the chest and Scott doubled over, groaning and panting.
"One fifty eight, Stiles!" Emily yelped, jumping to her feet.
"Scott?"
"Dammit! One sixty fou- three, it's –it's going down!"
"Scott, you started to change."
"From anger. But it was more than that. Was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt." Scott panted out, the dulcet beeping of Coaches phone getting gradually slower in the background.
"So it is anger, then. Derek's right." Stiles concluded. Emily slapped him round the back of the head, huffing.
"Of course Derek's right! He was born into this you fool." Stiles looked up at Emily with a glower.
"I can't be around Allison."
"Just because she makes you happy?" Stiles asked, the tiniest "what the hell" tone to his voice.
"No, because she makes me weak."
"I swear to god, if you weren't one kick in the face away from going all Cujo on our asses, I'd kick you in the freaking face! Girls don't make boys weak, dumbass, you just have no self-control." Emily snapped. "So, instead of inflicting pan on you, I'm going to inflict pain on Stiles." Once again, Emily's hand was slapped over the back of Stiles' head.
"Ouch!" Stiles groaned. "Quit hitting me, would'cha? I didn't even do anything!"
"But Scott did."
"Whatever, let's get to the locker rooms." The trio walked silently back to the boy's locker room, the only sound being the chirping of birds, the bristle of the leaves and Scott's heavy breathing.
"Alright, so you stay away from her for a few days, you can do that." Emily nodded, agreeing with Stiles. Even if she didn't agree with the whole "Allison makes me weak" thing Allison most definitely did something to Scott.
"But is it a few days, or is it forever?" Emily rolled her eyes.
"You know this whole "women make you weak" thing is a little too Spartan warrior for me. It's probably just part of the learning process."
"For the first, and probably the last time, I wholeheartedly agree with you, Stiles." Emily chirped.
"Yeah," Scott sighed softly. "but you've seen Derek. I mean, the guy's totally alone. Well, he's got you, Emily, but he's still alone. What if I can, like, never be around her again?" Scott pressed his forehead against his arm as Emily rolled her eyes, swatting the air a few centimeters away from the back of Scott's head.
"Well, if you're not dead, that could be a good thing." Emily muttered, shrugging her shoulders.
"Rather be dead." Scott said softly. Emily rolled her eyes. He should seriously consider renaming himself to Dr. Ama Queen.
"All right, you're not gonna end up like Derek, all right? We'll figure it out."
"'Kay."
"Come on, let's get out of here before someone sees me and accuses me of being a pervert." Emily sighed, walking closer to the door. The two boys began to follow her.
"Something smells terrible in here anyway." Scott muttered, fixing his bag straps.
"Really? In a boys locker room? That doesn't make any sense at all." Stiles remarked sarcastically. Now that Scott mentioned it, there was a very odd smell, and not the nice kind of odd either.
"No, it's like something's rotting or dying... you can smell it too, right Emily?"
"Now that you mention it, yeah, I do. So now I suggest we get out of here quicker because I'm going to pass out because of these God awful fumes. Plus, we have class."
/ / /
"It's her." Stiles stated as Emily approached him and Scott in the hallway.
"What do you mean?" Emily and Scott asked in unison.
"It's Allison. Remember what you told me about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her." Scott nodded.
"Okay."
"Remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field."
"Yeah, I did."
"Well, so that's what brought you back so you could score. And then after the game in the locker room, you didn't kill her. At least not like how you were trying to kill me. She brings you back, is what I'm saying." Stiles explained.
"I feel like we could've figure this out without the hurting and the maiming, Stiles." Emily muttered, shoving her hands into her pockets. "Not that the hurting and the maiming of Scott McCall wasn't a fun thing to do, because it totally was. For Stiles and I anyway. You, Scott? Not so much."
"No, no, no, but it's not always true, because literally every time I'm kissing her or –or touching her-"
"No, that's not the same." Stiles interrupted.
"Yeah, when you're doing that you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?" Emily elaborated. Scott nodded, a lopsided grin forming on his face.
"You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?" Stiles accused, looking at Scott pointedly. Emily rolled her eyes. Boys are all hormonal, the lot of them.
"Yeah. Sorry."
"That's fine." Stiles dismissed, causing Emily to scoff loudly. Would it be fine if he got an erection in front of everyone? No, it wouldn't be. "Look, back in the classroom when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I don't think she make you weak. I –I think she actually gives you control." Emily grinned, and now they come to the conclusion that women don't make men weak! It was about time. Two specimens of the male gender down, billions more to go.
"So, she's like an anchor." Emily summarized.
"You mean because I love her." Emily let out a girly squeal. She couldn't help it, it was an impulsive reaction.
"Exactly." Scott stopped walking, looking highly confused.
"Did I just say that?"
"Yes, you just did. Why else would you think Emz is squealing?" Emily frowned, jabbing Stiles sharply in the ribs with her elbow.
"I love her."
"I wish someone loved me." Emily sighed. Stiles looked down at her oddly. Okay, where the hell did that come from?
"That's great. Both of you. Now moving on –"
"No, no, no, really. I think I'm totally in love with her." Stiles rolled his eyes.
"And that's beautiful. Now, before you two go off and write sonnets together, can we figure this out, please? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry." Scott smiled.
"Actually, I'm feeling up for the whole, Scott and Emily write sonnets together because it doesn't include Stiles, who is acting insensitive. Your best friend just found his first love! Act happy, you slimy sausage." Emily scowled, bumping Stiles' hips with her own.
"We have more important thing at hand that Scott's declaration of love, Emily." Stiles muttered, running a hand over his hair.
"So what do I do?" Scott asked, a dreamy smile still plastered onto his face, no matter how hard he tried to get it off.
"I don't know. Yet." Emily watched curiously as Stiles slowly spun around in a circle. Did he usually do this?
"Oh, no. You're getting an idea, aren't you?" Scott asked. Emily groaned.
"Yeah."
"Is this idea going to get me in trouble?"
"Maybe."
"Is this idea going to cause Scott physical pain?" Emily asked, looking up at him with raised eyebrows.
"Yeah, definitely. Come on." Stiles grabbed Emily and Scott by the shirt, dragging them out to the parking lot, ignoring both of their wails of protest.
"Stiles, what the hell are we doing?" Emily snapped when Stiles finally released his grip on their shirts.
"You'll see." Stiles walked around Scott to stand in front of him before beckoning Emily towards him. She obliged with a groan, standing beside him grumpily. "Hold on. Stand right there. Do you have your keys?" Without questioning him, Scott reached into his pocket, pulling out his keys. "Perfect. Hold 'em up like so." Stiles raised Scott's arm after he set the keys in Scott's grip to his liking. He looked back at the group of seniors, who Emily recognized to be the group of boys who were what elderly people would call "the local hooligans". "Now, whatever happens, just think about Allison. Try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it?" Scott looked a little unsure before nodding. "Okay. Just –keep holding it right there. Emily, take Coaches phone and got stand right over –there." Emily groaned again, shuffling over to her designated spot, getting there just in time so she could see Stiles drag his own set of keys across the paint job of the truck that she knew for a definite fact belong to the group of seniors. Her mouth dropped, her mind clicking to what Stiles plan actually was. "Hey, hey, hey, dude! What do you think you're doing to that truck, bro?" Stiles said loudly, extending his arm to point at Scott. The group turned around, looking angrily at Scott.
"What the hell?" Mike Benson exclaimed, walking angrily over to Scott.
"Yo', Emily, you know this little bastard?" Josh Bennett, Emily's ex, asked accusingly.
"Sorry, Josh. I have no idea who he is; I've just seen him around school." Emily replied automatically, smiling sweetly. Emily's eyes widened as Mike struck Scott in the face.
"Ow! My God. Wow." Emily winced at Scott ran at Mike (Like a bull!), ramming his head into his crotch. Emily watched in shock as Mike, Josh and their other two friend took turns in punching and kicking Scott, only tearng her gaze away when she heard the return of the dulcet beeping. She glanced down at Coaches phone. 98. 99.
"Stiles, One hundred." Emily whispered urgently.
"Ah, come on, stay calm. Stay calm. Oh, that's not okay. Scott. Come on, buddy." Stiles murmured. Emily could practically feel her heart jumping up her throat as the monitor reach 130.
"Stiles! It's going down!" Emily whispered in excitement. It worked! A horrific plan of Stiles Stilinski's actually worked!
"Stop! Hey, stop it right now." Emily's eyes widened as she watched Mr. Harris approach them.
"And we're getting detention. Yay." Emily muttered dryly as Mike, Josh and Co. ran away. "What a bunch of wimps. He's a middle aged man, not a freaking fire breathing dragon."
"What do you idiots think you're doing?" He snapped, looking between Scott, who was still on the floor and bloody, Stiles and Emily. "Detention. Both of you."
"Both of us? There's thr-"
"I have known Miss Evans for three years and not once have I had to give her a detention nor have I had her in one. I am led to believe she was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time." Mr. Harris said. Emily groaned, ,if she wasn't in detention, who was going to drive her home? "You can leave, now Miss Evans."
"But sir, Stiles is my –"
"I'm giving you three seconds to depart before I change my mind." Emily looked apologetically between Scott and Stiles before quickly fleeing the scene. It's always a heartwarming experience to have to choose between your friends and your record.
/ / /
"I am going to kill whoever invented homework. In fact, to avoid getting blood on my hands, I hope the Alpha kills them." Emily muttered, shoving her English homework into her bag. Emily stretched out, yawning loudly. "Ugh, I still need to have dinner." She moaned into her pillow.
"Do –do you often speak to yourself?" Emily jumped, bolting into a sitting position, she looked towards her window that he left cracked open, just enough to let the air through, not enough to let Derek Hale though. But there he was; his arms through the gap as he clung onto for dear life and his head tilted slightly to the side so it was sticking into her room. Emily's scowl turned into a look of shock. Dry blood was at the corners of his mouth and down his chin. "I tried to make myself look a –a little presentable." He wheezed. "It's the most I –I can do."
"What happened? Hang on, let me open the-"
"No! No, you can't Em. I –I don't think I have enough strength to keep myself up."
"Wha –what do you mean not enough strength? Derek, what happened?" Emily asked urgently, kneeling in front of the window, her face becoming leveled with his.
"The –the Alpha. He –He showed up at –at the school. Point is, I think I –I'm dying." Emily shook her head.
"No, no you're not. You're Derek Hale. You needed a wolfsbane laced bullet to even slow you down. You're like an embarrassing memory that no matter how hard you try to forget it just keeps coming back. Please, you can't die, I –I won't let you." Emily's eyes filled with tears as she saw Derek struggle to keep his eyes open. "I'm going to pull you in, is that okay?"
"Just- Just kiss me, please."
"No. This is just some sick joke. You're pretending to die so I'll kiss you. It's not going to work, Derek. I'm not that much of a push over. Please, stop joking. It's –it's not funny!" Two fat tears rolled down her cheeks. Derek cracked a small smile.
"You –you'll miss me, won't you?" A small sob escaped her lips as she shook her head wildly from side to side.
"That –that's barbaric. Why –why would I miss you?" Emily grabbed Derek's hand, gripping it tightly. Derek gasped, looking up at her.
"O –Open the window. Pull –pull me in." Quickly, Emily obliged, opening her window wide and tugging him in. He fell to the ground with a heavy thud. "K –Kiss me, Emily." Emily looked down at him in confusion. He was actually dying and he just wanted her to kiss him? Well, it made sense, they were mates. "Dammit, Em, just do it!" Hesitantly, Emily gently pressed her lips to Derek's. He tasted salty and metallic like. Her tears and (disgustingly) his dried blood. Derek quickly pulled away, panting heavily. "Thank you." He muttered, shutting his eyes tightly.
"No, Derek. You are not dying. No, you –you –"
"I'm not. I –I completely forgot that –that mates make each other stronger." Derek muttered. "I remembered when you held my hand." Emily scoffed, whacking his arm lightly.
"You idiot! I thought you were dying!" She exclaimed. Derek cracked open his eyes, looking up at her with an amused smile.
"You were worried about me. You didn't want me to die." He muttered smugly. "You care about me."
"No! Why –why would I care about –about a dead man walking? Any –any normal person would've died. But not you, because-"
"I'm Derek Hale, the human embodiment of an embarrassing memory that just keeps coming back?"
"Shut up."
Sorry for the lateness! I wanted this written and up yesterday, but my mum go this new thing so she was on it for hours yesterday, trying to figure out how to work it. Anyway, this has been my longest chapter so far! I am so happy I have gotten the first half of Season One done. What was your favourite part of this chapter? My favourite part was when Emily called Scott, in a way, Cujo. I will (hopefully) have a chapter up tomorrow. (I might make my updating days Friday (possibly) Saturday and Sunday? Thoughts on that?) Sorry for any spelling errors, it's half two in the morning and I'm super tired and I can't be bother going over everything. Oops.