Slowly starting to wake up I shove my face into the fabric that I'm gripping. I feel movement under my head and I hear a paper crumple. I shift my body once more, trying to get comfortable again. Suddenly my brain registers that my head is not on a pillow. My eyes snap open and I raise my head to figure out who I'm laying on.
My wide eyes meet Stiles. "Morning." He awkwardly says, face flushing red.
I pull my lips into an awkward smile, "Sorry." I push myself further away, moving papers so I don't crumple them anymore then they already are.
"It's fine. I don't mind being your pillow." Stiles replies, also sitting up.
I lightly laugh, "Thanks." He smiles back at me. We both quickly turned away, once more looking at all the papers we were looking through last night. "So, I don't think we really have much to talk to Lydia about just yet. I don't want to tell her something that's not true and get her hopes up."
Stiles nods, "I'll let you decide what and when you want to tell her. She's your best friend after all." We both start picking up the papers and he hands them to me so I can take them home and look through them more by myself. "I'll take you home. Let me know if you need anymore help."
"I will. Thanks again for this."
Once I got home I walked into the kitchen to see my mom drinking coffee. "Good morning. Where were you last night?"
"Sorry, Stiles was helping me with something. We accidently fell asleep."
My mom nods, "Next time, let me know where you are." I nod in response and start heading up the stairs. "Scarlett, wait. I need to talk to you about something."
I turn around and head back into the kitchen, "What? Did something happen?"
She holds up a finger, telling me to wait, "ISAAC! Can you come here?"
I knit my eyebrows together, "Isaac's here?"
Just as the words leave my mouth Isaac runs down the stairs. "Sit please. Both of you."
We both sit down as I take a glance at Isaac, confused about what he's doing here and why my mom wants to talk to us. "Alright. So I already said that you can live with us, Isaac."
"Wait what? Why? Weren't you living with Derek?" I ask.
"He kicked me out because Cora is there now." Isaac replies, looking at me briefly then turning back towards my mom.
I turn back towards my mom too so she can continue talking, "I'm happy to help and to have you here. But I know that you two have a romantic relationship going on-"
"Oh God mom. Please don't tell me you're trying to have a sex talk with us." I interrupt.
"I want you two to be safe." Isaac starts blushing and I shove my head into my hands as she continues talking, "No having sex when your brother and I here. Remember to wear a condom. You're on birth control Scarlett."
"Mom. Mom. Please stop okay?" She stops talking but looks at us with a stern look. "We know all of this already. Can we please go? You're just making us uncomfortable."
"If you're uncomfortable talking about sex then you shouldn't be having it."
"Oh my God. I am not uncomfortable talking about it but it is a little awkward with my mom talking about it to me and the guy I'm having sex with."
My mom looks between the two of us then sighs, "Fine go."
"Thank you." I quickly stand up and grab Isaac's hand, pulling him with me to my room.
"I am so sorry about that."
Isaac gently smiles, "It's fine. She's your mom, I'm not surprised that she was concerned about our relationship."
I smiled back at him then pulled his head down to give him a kiss.
A few nights later Scott, Isaac and I head to meet with the Alpha pack. Scott thinks if he talks with Deucalion he can make a deal. But we need to do it fast because Derek wants to go after them and kill them.
We arrive at the abandoned mall where Scott arranged the meeting. "We're going to talk to him. Try to reason with him. That's it." Scott says as we start heading inside.
Once inside we stand together, Isaac and I slightly behind Scott. "You didn't come alone." Deucalion speaks.
"Yeah... This is Isaac and Scarlett."
"I'm not talking about Isaac and Scarlett."
A crunch of boots causes the three of us to turn our heads. Derek, Boyd and Cora step out of the dark. "You knew I'd do this." Scott says to Derek.
"I need your help, Scott." Derek replies.
Derek steps closer, shifting into a werewolf, Cora and Boyd following his lead. "Derek, don't. You can't do this and no one gets hurt. If someone dies-"
Derek cuts off Scott's rant, "Him. Just him."
"Just me? Now how's a blind man find his way into a place like this all on his own?" Deucalion asks. We all turn as we hear the other Alpha's join the room.
"This isn't good." I mumble, sharing a worried look with Scott and Isaac.
Before we can think much more about what is going to happen, Derek rushes for Deucalion. Kali blocks his attack though, Ennis going for Boyd and Cora at the same time.
Not being given much of a choice, Isaac, Scott and I all transform too. We start attacking the twins, who are now in their combined Alpha form. Out of the corner of my eye I see Cora struggle against Kali. Moving like a blur, I join the fight, trying to help Cora in any way.
I take Kali by surprise and get a couple of good hits and scratches in before she gains the upper hand. She manages to get Cora on the ground, clawed foot held over her neck. Kali's hand is wrapped tightly around my throat. My feet struggle to touch the ground and hands trying to pry her off.
I briefly look around to see everyone else in a similar position. Everyone else except for Boyd who is struggling to get up but doesn't have an Alpha holding him down and Derek, who looks around helplessly.
"Kill him. The others can go." Deucalion says to Derek. "You're beaten. Do it, Derek. Take the first step."
"Are we serious with this? Look at him. He's an Alpha? To what? A couple of useless teenagers?" Kali asks. "Let him rise to the occasion then. What'll it be, Derek? Pack or family?" She pushes her foot down onto Cora's neck. I start struggling once more but stop when she applies more pressure to my throat.
In the quiet that follows the question, I make out the sound of a bow. I immediately close my eyes, knowing what is about to happen. A flashbolt shoots through the building, landing near the twins. Kali loosens her grip on me. I quickly use her surprise to slip free from her hold.
"Your eyes. Cover your eyes!" Deucalion yells. Kali covers her eyes but still doesn't back away from Cora. Seeing that she's not paying attention to me anymore I forcefully shove her away, allowing Cora the chance to get back up.
"Run!" Scott yells. I grab Cora's hand forcing her to run away with me.
She tries to argue though, "Derek-"
"He'll be fine. We need to get out of here while we have the chance." I interrupt. Seeing the look on her face I continue, "I'm the fastest out of everyone, I'll go back and make sure but you need to leave." She hesitantly nods.
I let go of her hand, lightly shoving her towards the exit and turning around to make sure everyone made it out. As I head back I see Isaac helping Boyd, "Go quick! I need to make sure Scott and Derek are alright."
Isaac nods as they continue to head out of the building. I make it back into the room to see Scott rushing forward, "Derek-" He calls.
I rush towards him and tug on his shoulder. I look down to see Ennis and Derek not moving, "Come on, Scott! We need to go."
Once we reconvene, Cora looks at me, "Where's Derek?"
I shake my head, "I'm sorry. There was nothing we could do."
Cora's gaze turned into a hard glare, "You told me he was fine! You're supposed to have a danger sense." She shoved me back as she said the words.
"Hey, hey!" I grabbed her wrists to stop her from pushing me, "I'm sorry, okay? I'm still learning and I couldn't tell. If I could I wouldn't have said he would be fine."
Both of our eyes glisten with unshed tears, both of us refusing to cry. Finally, she tears herself away from me and walks away without another word.
"Cora!" I call after her, concerned for the girl and feeling guilty that I gave her false hope.
"Leave her, she'll be alright." Isaac whispers, laying a gentle hand on my shoulder.
The next day the boys had to go on a cross country meet. Allison and I asked Lydia to come with us to follow the bus, not wanting to let Scott out of our sight.
"You think I'm getting too close? I'm getting too close, aren't I?" Allison's voice breaks me from my thoughts.
"That depends. Are you just following the bus? Or are you planning to mount it at some point?" I snort at Lydia's words.
"So I should back off?" Allison questions, looking at me through the rearview mirror.
"That also depends. Do you mean the bus? Or the ex-boyfriend you're currently stalking?" Lydia asks the hunter.
Not giving Allison the chance to answer I speak up, "Neither of us want to let Scott out of our sight. Not after what happened. Plus something doesn't feel right. Scott's hurt. I don't think he's healed yet."
"Do you know or is it just a feeling?" Allison asks.
"I guess just a feeling. But Deaton told me that I can connect with people in the pack. I mean usually it's in my wolf form but with Scott I can tell even when I'm human. I think it's because we're twins."
The conversation stops for about an hour, each of us focused on our own thoughts. "So was not letting them out of your sight literal? Or more like a general rule?" Lydia asks, breaking the silence.
"Literal. Why?" Allison questions, glancing at the strawberry blonde.
"You're under a quarter of a tank."
Allison groans as I answer, "Well that's not good considering the bus holds a lot more gas then the car."
"What if we stop?" Allison asks.
"With the bus going at a steady sixty-five including time to pump gas? It would probably take about half an hour to catch up going at least a hundred and ten." Lydia replies.
"I love it when you show how smart you are. It's a major turn on." I say, smirking at my best friend.
She turns in her seat to smirk back at me, "Maybe I should start showing off my smarts more."
"Only if you wanna end up making out with me. I don't know if I'll be able to hold myself back much longer."
"Girls. Focus." Allison cuts in.
"Sorry." Lydia and I say in unison.
Lydia continues, "Is it that big a deal if we lose them for a little while? We know where they're headed."
"You didn't see it happen." Allison responds.
"I know who started it." Lydia says.
"Is that what Aiden told you?" Allison asks as I throw Lydia a questioning glance.
"Aiden? Hold on a second. Is that why you wanted me on this little road trip? Are you keeping an eye on them and me?"
"Well, we are wondering if anything is going on between you two." I say.
"Nothing is going on between us." Lydia reaches into her purse and takes out her lipstick. She smiles as she applies it to her lips. Allison and I can both tell that she's lying. "What?" Lydia asks, noticing our looks.
Before either of us can reply, Allison slams on the brakes. Lydia and I turn to look out the window and see why Allison suddenly stopped to see that we are stuck in traffic.
I quickly pull my phone out of my pocket as it starts ringing, "Hey Stiles. Lyds, Allison and I are just about to go to the movies-"
Stiles interrupts, "I know you're right behind us. Put me on speaker."
I sigh but put him on speaker, "Alright. What's up?"
"Scott's still hurt."
"I knew it. Why didn't he tell us?"
"You knew?"
"Yeah, I sensed it. How bad is it?"
"Bad. I think it's getting worse. The blood's turning black."
"Well, what's wrong with him?" Lydia questions.
"Do I have a Ph.D. in Lycanthropy? How should I know?"
"We have to get him off the bus." Allison pipes up.
"And take him where? A hospital?" Lydia asks.
"Yeah. If he's not healing." I say.
"Stiles, there's a rest area coming up in a mile. Tell Coach to pull over." Allison says.
"I've been trying." Stiles replies.
"Reason with him."
"Reason? Have you met the guy?"
"Stiles, you have to do something. You're smart. You'll figure it out." I answer. I hang up the phone as we wait to see if the bus pulls into the rest area.
A few minutes later we follow the bus into the rest area. Lydia, Allison and I quickly make our way to Scott and Stiles. Stiles has one of Scott's arms around his shoulder and I grab his other.
We rush Scott into the men's room and gently lower him to the ground. Allison kneels next to him and lifts his shirt. His torso is bloody, the wounds not healing. "Oh God. Why didn't you tell us?" Allison asks.
"Sorry." Scott replies with a weak smile.
"Okay, just give us a second."
Lydia, Stiles, and I follow Allison as she steps away from Scott. "This shouldn't be happening. I've seen him heal from worse than this before."
"Isaac, Boyd, and I are all healed. He should be too." I reply.
"You know, it could be psychological." Lydia says.
"You mean he's not letting himself heal?"
"Yeah, it's all in his head."
Stiles starts talking, "Because of Derek. He's not letting himself heal because Derek died."
"Then what do we do?" Allison asks.
Lydia opens her purse and pulls out a travel size sewing kit, "Stitch him up." We all look at her with raised eyebrows, "I'm serious. Maybe all he has to do is believe it's healing."
We all look at Scott, who is now barely conscious. "We need to try." I say.
Allison takes the sewing kit and starts preparing the needle and thread, "He's going to need another shirt. Where's his bag?"
"I'll get it. I can't deal with needles anyway." Stiles replies. "You know what you're doing, right?"
Allison nods, "My father taught me."
"How fast can you, I mean what if the bus, the bus could leave."
"Make sure it doesn't."
"Come on." Lydia says, pulling both me and Stiles out of the bathroom with her.
We run out to the bus so Stiles can get Scott's bag. About a minute later Coach starts yelling at all the students, "Let's go! Back on the bus."
I grab the shirt from Stiles hands, "You two distract him. Don't let the bus leave."
I rush into the bathroom just as Scott is looking down at his now closed wound. "Hey, can you stand?" I ask, bringing the attention to me.
Scott nods and Allison helps him up. "Put this on. The bus is about to leave."
He shakily slips the shirt on, then Allison and I each grab one of his arms to help him walk towards the bus. Lydia darts toward us when she spots us, "Is he okay? Are you okay?"
Scott nods, "Where's Stiles?"
"Trying to stall Coach." Lydia turns to Allison, "We still have no gas."
"I'm not leaving him." Allison and I say in unison.
Lydia briefly glances between us, "Then we have to leave the car."
"Good idea." Allison replies.
"What? That wasn't an actual suggestion." Allison and I don't wait for her to continue as we start to head to the bus once more.
Outside the bus the students crowd around two people who are fighting. Stiles rushes over to us, "He went after him- I told him what was happening with you and he just went after him-"
"Boyd?" Scott asks, cutting Stiles off.
"No-"
Once more Stiles is interrupted by a voice, "Isaac! Isaac back off!" Coach yells.
I quickly step in front of Scott, "Stay!" I say to Scott, who tries to rush after me. I then moved towards Isaac, "Isaac!" I scold bringing his, and everyone else's attention to me, "Enough!"
Isaac looks at me then over my shoulder to see Scott, now healed. He immediately lowers his fist and backs off.
Now on the bus Lydia and I sit together talking to Stiles who sits in the seat next to us. "It's the sacrifices. Everything has to do with them and someone who thinks they're some kind of Dark Druid." Stiles whispers to us.
"Or actually is a Dark Druid." Lydia replies.
Stiles nods, "A Darach."
"You know, some ancient cultures sacrificed people in preparation for battle."
"Oh that's great. Because a battle is just what we need." I say, rolling my eyes.
They both ignore me as Stiles continues, "So Alpha werewolves against a Dark Druid. What nightmare parallel dimension did we get sucked into?"
I snort then add, "It would be nice if the Darach and Alpha pack finished each other off."
"Nothing ever happens like that though, Scar."
"A girl can dream."