"And you didn't stop him?"
"How could I Scar?" He whispers
"I don't know maybe go down and tell them it was partly your fault, promise not to cause any more trouble?" She asks
"I'm not causing trouble there's things happening in Beacon hills"
"So you're taking it upon yourself to fix its problems"
"Supernatural problems"
"And you can't just leave it to the supernatural beings maybe?"
"Its Scott Scar, I'm not going to let him go through it alone when there's dangers out there"
"Like what though Stiles"
"We already told you like Jackson and…" He looked at her and stopped. Since her leaving that night he took a new side of caution to what he said to her. He tried not to bring up that night and he tried not to bring up a certain werewolf.
"Go on say it I know you're itching too" She mutters as he rolls his eyes at her.
"Derek"
A thick silence took over the room. She watched him open and close his mouth a few times trying to pick the most sensitive words he could.
"I mean.. I just-"
"Stiles please" She asks rubbing her eyes drinking what was already her third cup of coffee that morning.
"We don't know what we're facing.. Or who" He mutters giving her a look she almost missed before walking out of the kitchen and not even a minute later she heard the door slam shut.
"You do know it's 4am"
"I know I um- I couldn't sleep"
"Where are you?"
"I'm on my porch, Stiles is with Scott and I don't know where Sheriff is although it's obviously not at the station"
"He got fired"
"He did" She sighs. It wasn't exactly the best kept secret in this town that he had been let go.
"I'll be around in 20"
"Doors unlocked, I'm upstairs third door on the right"
Taking one last look down the empty road for either Stilinski men she returned into the warm home, leaving the door slightly open for Derek to get in. She thought it was ironic. Both of them for days now slipped out of tje house at some point after 10pm. Then both of them came back after 6am. Neither realised she was being left home alone.
Once she got back to her room she felt as if no time had passed before she heard another voice in her room.
"Should you really be leaving your door unlocked at 4am?" Derek asks leaning against her now opened door frame.
"Did you lock it after yourself?"
"Yeah"
"Then I've nothing to worry about plus it would take someone very brave to break into the house of the Sheriff" She smiles as he just gave her a slightly less frowny look back. He knew from her face her sleeping was worse than before. In fact she had slept on average two hours every night since the rave. She tried to hide it by smiling and covering it up with makeup but he saw right through it. Unlike the two boys she called best friends who were off running around during the night.
"When's the last time you slept?" He asks walking towards her at her window.
"Last night" She mumbles
"Properly" He then asks softly as she crosses her arms over her chest.
"The night I stayed in yours I suppose" She replies so quietly he almost didn't hear her.
"Sheriff Stilinski lost his job Derek and I nearly turned blue in the face trying to get Stiles to go down to the station and get him to explain to them how he'd calm down and stop causing them hassle"
"And do you know what he said to me? He had to fix supernatural problems and that's what was causing trouble? When did he turn from Stiles Stilinski to Van Helsing?"
"You know Van Helsing was a vampire hunter right?" He smirks as she rolled her eyes at him turning to her bed and sitting down, placing her hands through her hair. Not long after she felt a dip on the bed beside her.
"He thinks I'm some kind of freak"
"What?" Derek asks
"I asked what the danger was and he got flustered asking did I not hear about Jackson and you"
"Me?" He asks
"Yeah you're the big bad wolf in this story keep up" She smirks as he let's out a huff and a small chuckle.
"And then he went on to say we don't know what we're facing or who and he just looked at me with this look I've never seen on him before"
"Uncertainty"
"He looked at me as if suddenly I was different as if he didn't know me my whole life… Scott said he never looked at him that way or that he can remember"
She took a breath turning her face back to see his, as per usual he had a mask on to conceal whatever he was feeling in that moment.
"It's because nobody knows what I am isn't it? Am I a threat?" She asks softly as his eyes grew dark with her words. The only thing that he let her see into most days was his eyes. He placed his hand on hers that was perched on the side of her face. He moved their hands together and placed it on her leg, her other hand still holding her face up as she stared at him.
"You are not a threat"
"How do you know?" She asks
"I've a pretty good radar for people who are" He says giving her hand a quick squeeze.
"If I start foaming at the mouth and morphing into some night creature you'll be eating your words"
"I think I'd be more worried about the foaming at the mouth"
"Yeah don't dogs get that, should I be more worried about you foaming at the mouth?" She asks now squeezing his hand in a playful manor.
"Very funny dog jokes now?" He asks as she let's out a small laugh.
"Don't you have a pack or something you should be getting to"
"You called me remember? Anyways they can deal a couple of hours without me before the full moon tonight"
She leaned her head against his shoulder
"This full moon, it's a big deal isn't it"
He grew quiet at her words letting a small sigh out
"Its powerful even I can't control myself sometimes"
"How do you do it then? Keep in control?"
"You use an anchor" Derek's hums as she feels her eyes falling heavy.
"An anchor?" She asks
"Something or someone who grounds you"
"What's yours"
"I thought i knew what it was... But recently it's changed"
She opened her eyes to realize she was lying on the ground alike many other dreams she had. But this time was different. It wasn't as dark, the sun was still setting and she could see much more of the forest then she was used to through a window. It looked different, almost golden in the remnants of the sun. The ground didn't feel wet like it used to and her ears were ringing. She then realised she wasn't on the forest ground at all but on a wooden floor.
She felt like she was drugged. Similar to how she felt when she had the mountain ash in her system minus bringing up blood.
She couldn't move, her mind was numb as she tried move an inch, even a hand. Time passed as the sun now set through the window and like a stitch suddenly she could move her top half of her body. She leaned up a bit patting the ground to see if it was real. The wood felt smooth under her fingers.
Panic filled her body as her hearing clued into what was around her. She could hear crackling and the room suddenly filled with the smell of burning wood.
The heat hit her next she moved her eyes around the room trying to move her legs again but they were still numbly stuck on the ground. She was barely able to turn her upper half enough to look at the huge open doorway that was allowing the flames to come into the room. The ringing stopped and she could hear screams. Piercing screams. There wasn't just one there was multiple screams for help. She raised her hands to her ears after a minute, not able to take the sound of crying and the sound of the fire burning through the house.
She recognised the house. She had been there a few times before it burned down all those years ago. It was the Hale house.
She could feel heat by her side knowing the fire was close, rapidly making its way through each room. Her breaths came faster as she felt the pain of the flames starting to burn her side.
Easily able to move her head now she looked around the room but could only see rings around her. Deep dark wooden rings marked into the floor. She racked her mind to why they would be there but stopped when she heard a noise. A huge crackling noise which made her look up.
The ceiling was covered in flames. Bright orange overtook the high ceiling and soon she could see the pressure of the fire work its way through the wood. The wood was cracked and dipped down, then one more crack before it collapsed down on top of her. Before she got a full scream out the wood crushed her body engulfing her into flames.
"Scarlett it's okay, it's okay wake up"
She opened her eyes tears flowing from them to see a shocked Stiles standing in the doorway. Sheriff Stilinski's arms wrapped around her frame pulling her to a sitting form against him. She left out shrieks of heartbroken sobs out, her arms near her face from trying to protect herself from the falling ceiling.
Stiles leaned against the doorframe. A look of sorrow on his face putting his hand through his shortly cut hair. He watched his dad rock her back and forth, her sobs sending a new wave of guilt to him every time.
AN - thank you for all the follows, favs and reviews!