"Secret identity"
"C'mon, baby, let's go."
Leyla smiled at her dog, who, the minute she started talking to him, jumped around her, visibly happy.
"I know, I know, you're being here all by yourself, but I can't do anything," she continued talking to him, while putting his leash on. "And, you're actually going to help me today, Beck. We're going to see someone I need to talk to and you're going to be my cover."
Beck barked a few times, but he really didn't care where Leyla was taking him, as long as it was outside. The German shepherd started running in circles the minute he got out of the door.
"Don't be so happy, Beck," she smiled at him, "we're going to the vet," she smirked and the shepherd stopped, looking at her, miserable.
"Oh, not so ecstatic now, aren't you?" she laughed and made him get into her car.
"Is anybody here?" asked Leyla, entering the veterinary clinic.
"One second," came an answer.
It was the voice of a man and she supposed it belonged to Dr. Deaton. Leyla inhaled loudly and prepared herself. She needed to be as much convincing as she could be, because it was important that Dr. Deaton was on her side when things will get ugly. And they will - that Leyla knew for sure. She probably should leave her 'tough girl' attitude outside, she was sure it's not going to work here.
"What can I help you with?"
Leyla took her eyes off different posters that were on the wall and made a few steps towards the man that appeared in the room.
"You're Dr. Deaton?" she asked.
"Yes, I am. Do you have some problems with your dog?" he asked and looked at her.
"Not that I know of," she answered and smiled.
The man looked at her confused, but his expression very soon changed. He realized she was here to see him and certainly not for her dog. It was about his other job. But who was she? And what did she need?
"And why are you here, then?" he asked, calmly.
He knew she can't hurt him, even if she really wanted and it didn't matter how strong she was.
"My name is Leyla, Dr. Deaton. I'm Ryan's sister, I'm sure you heard of me and also I'm sure you know why I'm here," she said to him.
He almost smiled at her blunt answer, but restrained himself. He still didn't know anything about her. Wait… did she say Ryan?
"If your dog is fine, I don't," he said, still denying he did know who she is.
"I don't mean the clinic, doc. I mean Beacon Hills," she smiled at him and looked around.
She felt the power that was holding her. The doctor knew very well how to protect himself. It was a good thing, it meant he's going to be a good help if she can convince him that she's not his enemy. And the best way to do that, she knew, was to be honest. Maybe it was time she tried trusting someone other than herself. Because by herself, she won't be able to win the war that was coming.
"I'm not here to hurt you or threaten you. I'm here for you to listen to me."
Dr. Deaton looked at the girl in front of him, seeking her eyes. She was right, he knew her brother, but with the last events, he was never sure who to believe. But she caught his eyes and never once looked away.
'Maybe she deserves a chance' he thought.
"Come in, Leyla," he spoke and opened the little door.
"Thank you," she said and walked slowly after him.
He guided her to his office and after asking if she'd like something to drink. She declined and he sat down, looking at her, expectantly.
"Well, it was easier in my head," she said and laughed nervously. He smiled, but still waited for her to begin.
"You know who I am," she finally started. It was better to get it out before she freaked out. He nodded, but kept silent, for what Leyla was grateful. "And I suppose you know why I'm here."
"I think I have an idea, but I'm not sure you're doing the right thing," Dr. Deaton answered, giving her a little time to collect her thoughts.
"It's the only possible thing to do," she said in a somber voice. "Sorry, but I'm not here to ask your permission to do that, I'll do it anyway. It just would be easier to not do it by myself. It would complicate everything. I can't let him live."
She stopped, out of breath. Talking about it always made her weak and she hated that about herself. But she swore to herself she'll put an end to it, even if was the last thing she'll do.
Dr. Deaton looked at her, inquisitively. She proved to be a little different than he expected her to be. But he still didn't knew if it was about revenge or something else, something better…for the greater good, even if it sounds ridiculous.
But he knew, whatever her motives were, Deucalion needs to be stopped, and nobody in Beacon Hills has that power, except her and her brother.
"I do understand it, but I'm in no position to help you," he smiled at her lightly.
"You are, just not like you think," she answered. "I need a way in … in McCall's company," she finished.
"Scott? You know him?" he asked.
"We're in some of the classes together. I can smell them, you know. And I did do my homework. I know where I've come, Dr. Deaton," Leyla informed him.
"You don't know even the half of it," he said to her.
"The Argents? The immune girl … Lydia? Stiles, the hyperactive teen? And Hale with his pack? Did I miss something?" she asked and laughed when the veterinar looked at her, confused. "I told you, I've done my homework."
"And you need their help," he said.
"Just as much as they need mine."
Leyla sat on the window sill in her room, looking outside. She was replaying her conversation with Dr. Deaton. She thought he was more mysterious than herself, and that wasn't necessarily a good thing. But she smiled netherless. She liked him, he had something that made her believe that he's a good person and if she sticks to the plan, he'll help her.
She knew she needed Dr. Deaton's help. For everything to work out like she planned, she needed the trust of McCall and his company. She wanted to go to Derek Hale first; he was, after all, the alpha. But Ryan, her brother, stopped her. He did most of their surveillance and observed much more than anyone else. And he saw something in that McCall kid. Leyla trusted him. Dr. Deaton also confirmed her thoughts – Scott McCall was more likely to listen and help her.
But she still needed to be careful.
She knew her thoughts weren't healthy. She was broken, but if anyone knew what she saw and how she was raised, no one would have said a word.
She never talked about it and most of time doesn't even think about it. She doesn't need pity and insignificant excuses from people who can feel sorry only for themselves. She knew very well who was guilty for the death of her family. She knew very well who lied to her all her life and tried to use her as a weapon. She knew who was killing like it was the easiest thing to do. And she was going to end it.
But she was smart enough to realize that by herself she was nothing, even though she was stronger than any other werewolf. She needed a team and she finally found it. Now, it was time to make friends.
She didn't like to use other people, but she had no choice. If that's what it takes to finish what she planned, then that's what she's going to do.
Something caught Leyla's green eyes.
She didn't want to believe it, but she was sure. It was McCall and Lahey.
One second and they disappeared.
'They can't know I'm a werewolf. I hid it. How the hell did they find out?' she thought.
She knew that other explanation for them to be there can't exist.
Something was going on and she needed to know what.