He wasn't the greatest tracker, still getting used to his abilities despite how long he'd been what he was. But he managed to follow Deatons scent from the clinic to the high school. He came to a stop in the parking lot and took a deep breath. It would have been a better idea to bring his car.
He frowned. He couldn't find Deatons scent anymore, it was masked by the scent of blood. He took a couple seconds to focus on something else before he went on to find the source. His eyes widened. He wasn't sure what shocked him more, Derek Hale motionless in front of him, or the loud growl he heard inside the school. Screaming quickly followed it.
Now he had a choice. To take the barely breathing Derek Hale to safety, or to risk his life for the man inside who may or may not already be dead. Derek made a gurgling noise and Andrew made his choice, effortlessly lifting Derek. He tossed one of the man's arms around his shoulders and dragged him.
Andrew let out a groan when he realized he'd have to search Dereks pockets for the keys. He did so and put Derek in the backseat. He got into the drivers seat to start the car when he heard the passenger side door open. "Jesus Christ." Andrew jumped in his seat as he'd been too focused on the car engine.
Deaton cocked an eyebrow as he got it the car. "I was trying to focus on his breathing to make sure it didn't stop." Andrew explained. "How bad is he?" Deaton asked. "Didn't check. I thought it would be better to get him out of here first. I'm pretty sure The Alpha is in the school." Andrew nodded his head towards the building.
"Is there anyone else in there?" Deaton frowned. "Uh, one dead, I think.." Andrew paused as he drove, "And Scott. Scott is in there with another." He added as he pulled out of the parking lot. "Presumably Stiles." He heard Deaton say. "What happened to you? You look like hell." Andrew changed the subject.
"Derek." Deaton jabbed his thumb behind him to the backseat where Derek lay. "He thought, we'll probably still thinks, that I am the Alpha." Deaton explained to Andrew who had shot him a questioning look. "But I thought that werewolves knew that other werewolves.. Were werewolves, I guess." Andrew said sheepishly.
"Werewolves can hide their scent." Deaton said. "But you aren't a werewolves.. Right?" Andrew asked. "No. Not a werewolves. Just a veterinarian." Deaton stated as he glanced back at Derek. "I doubt that, but I do believe that you aren't a werewolf." Andrew flashed a grin.
The rest of the car ride to the clinic was silent. Andrew dragged Derek inside and laid him on the time. "So.. Is there anything we can do for him?" Andrew said. "You care?" Deaton cocked an eyebrow. Andrew nibbled on his bottom lip as he thought of an answer. "We hunt those who hunt us." He finally recited the code, "He hasn't done anything wrong. Not that I know of. He doesn't deserve to die. I'm not my dad. I'm definitely not my Aunt."
Deaton nodded. "We can bandage his wounds. Other than that, there isn't anything we can do but wait. It'll take awhile for him to heal, especially on the inside." Deaton explained. Andrew huffed and leaned against one of the counters. Deaton disappeared from the room for a few seconds, returning with a blood bag in hand.
He tossed it to Andrew who caught it and opened it up. "How long does this usually take?" Andrew said, motioning towards Derek. "It ranges. It depends on how bad the wound is." Deaton began to examine Derek.
Andrew stayed quiet, sipping his blood bag to allow Deaton to work. He wasn't sure how much time had passed since he'd brought Derek to the clinic. He did notice Derek begin to stir. Deaton did too. "It's not a good idea to let him know that I helped him. There might a chance of him using it to turn my family against me." Andrew sighed.
"What are you going to do?" Deaton asked. Andrew punched Derek in response, pulling his punch to only knock Derek back out. "I suppose that's one way to deal with it." Deaton spoke after a few seconds of silence. Andrew laughed quietly. He frowned suddenly.
"Is something wrong?" Deaton asked. "My sister." He answered. She was insanely scared. He finished off his blood bag and tossed it in the trash before pulling his phone from his pocket and dialing Allison's number. She answered quickly.
"Hey, is everything alright?" Andrew asked. "No. I'm at the school with Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Jackson. Derek is trying to kill us." Allison answered. Andrew frowned at Derek who was still on the table. He wasn't going to tell her the truth though. "Derek? Why would he want you guys dead?" Andrew played along. "I don't know." Allison answered.
"Why are you even at the school?" Andrew said. "Scott texted me, but it wasn't actually him, and.. I don't. Call the police. Do something. Please." She said. He ran his hand over his face, "I'm coming to get you."
"No!" She immediately rejected it, "I don't want you to get hurt." She said. "I'm coming to get you." He stated, shake of his head. There was no talking him out of it, he knew that she knew that. "Hurry." She finally said.
He ended the call and put his phone back in his pocket before he looked hesitantly at Derek. "He'll be fine. Let us go back to the school." Deaton said. Andrew looked at him in surprise. "You want to go with me?" Andrew furrowed his brows. "I should go back anyway. Just to assure them that I'm ok, and not the Alpha. I'll call the cops in the car." Deaton said. "Cops won't do much good against it, but ok." Andrew nodded.
He began driving, dialing his father after Deaton had called the police. "Hello?" Chris said. "Hey. I'm going to pick up Allison from the school." Andrew said. "Ok. Why is she at the school?" Chris asked. "It's uh, a long story. You might also likely get a call from the police." Andrew answered.
"Can you give me the short story?" Chris asked. "She told me Derek was trying to kill them. I don't know if she actually saw if it was Derek though. She sounded really shaken up." Andrew stated. "Why would The Alpha want Allison and her friends dead?" Chris asked, knowing what Andrew had been thinking.
Andrew knew better than to tell Chris his real theory, so he offered another one. "Because she's an Argent? Honestly, I have no idea. Werewolves seriously dislike hunters." Andrew said. "She isn't a hunter." Chris said with a sigh. "But she's from a line of very well known hunters." Andrew pointed out.
"Bring her home safe. We'll wait up." Chris said. "Ok." Andrew hung up. "Maybe you should drop me off and drive for another minute or two." Deaton suggested. "I think that is a stupid idea." Andrew replied, "I will just tell the cops I found you when I came to get Allison, who called me. Simple solution."
Andrew waited impatiently inside his car, unlocking the doors when he saw Allison exit. He was about to exit the car, but stopped when he saw Scott try and talk to Allison. He listened in. Allison walked over when she was done talking to Scott.
"Are you ok?" Andrew asked, noticing the tears in his sisters eyes. She shook her head and he hugged her in the best way that he could from the drivers seat. "You want to sleep in my room again?" He asked. This time she nodded. He gave a nod and started the car up. He wasn't going to push her to talk about it. He knew she would when she was ready to and hoped their parents would respect that.