A/N~ So on top of everything else I went back over the previous chapter and discovered I had left off a whole scene. Sorry about that folks and I will repost the last chapter at the same time I'm posting this one. Yay for you, two for the price of one. Posting will be irregular but I will still try to keep up and do it once a week. Still working on the other story I lost. Please don't forget to fave and review. ~A
Chapter 14
"Can I help you?" Melissa was proud her voice didn't waver at all.
"You are a true credit to your profession my dear." the man said and even though he couldn't see the head nurse couldn't shake the feeling that he was assessing her.
The other woman spoke, "The boy takes after her, same skin tone and hair color even the waves are the same. The bone structure is even the same although there's something about the eyes…" she said stepping forward to look at Melissa more closely.
"He has his father's eyes," Melissa said distractedly. "So you know Scott?"
"Oh yes we're very familiar with Scott. Unfortunately, I've been trying to get a message to him for a few weeks now without success. I think you're just the messenger I need to get through to young McCall" With those words the woman reached for Melissa but before she could even touch her a knife appeared embedded in the other woman's hand.
She screamed in rage as she drew back and turned to face the attackers. Another couple were running down the hall toward them. The young woman slammed into the mans legs like she was sliding into third at a baseball game and swept his white cane aside with one hand while sweeping his legs out from under him.
The man went toe to toe with the tanned woman both showed their fangs at each other, clawed hands trying to gain purchase on each other. The girl picked the dagger up and stabbed the other woman in the thigh, with one hand. While shoving Melissa behind her against the wall.
Decaulion took a swipe in their general direction and Kenzi avoided it barely by pulling off a Matrix like move. Kali managed to get away from the male werewolf and grabbing Decaulion pulled him toward the now open elevator.
"I'm Kenzi, this is Dyson. We're here to help, said the young brunette, as each of these two new arrivals grabbed an arm and started quick stepping her back the way they had come.
The man said with a hint of pride, "Nice move with the throwing knife by the way. I didn't know you had gotten so good with those things."
"I was actually aiming for center mass," the girl deadpanned as they rushed down the hall.
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The succubus found the janitors closet again. She flipped on the light and looked around. Grabbing the duct tape off the hook first. It was a fairly new roll of the stuff so that was a good thing.
Next came a couple of tarps, a new plastic bag of shop towels, a utility knife, and the small first aid kit off the wall. She knew fae healing was something incredible and that Vex probably wouldn't die. On the other hand on their worst day none of them, not her, Kenzi or their other friends not even Dyson, "Mr. Take One for the Team" had ever looked as bad as the Mesmer did right now.
That thought had the succubus spurred back to action and she took her booty of medical supplies back to the dark fae's apartment. She dumped the contents of her arms onto the blood soaked sheets beside the fae. She had seen her bestie use this technique on Dyson when he had gone up against some unidentified underfae that had more claws than reasoning skills and Lauren had been otherwise occupied.
Taking the utility knife she extended the blade and cut as deep as she could into the duct tape and dragged a line through as many layers of the stuff as she could. She opened the first aid kit and nearly screamed in frustration at the woeful inadequacy of the thing. A tiny bottle of hand sanitizer, a few too large gloves, band aids, a large tube of antibiotic ointment, and some little packets of pain killers. She took out all of the gloves and the tube of ointment, shoving the rest to the foot of the bed,'
Again epiphany struck in the form of Kenzi, and she went looking for the Mesmer's liquor cabinet and found Kenzi's form of heaven. A variety of drinkable alcohol that would keep the Goth happy for a while at least. She grabbed a bottle of vodka, at least she thought it was vodka, it was clear, the lettering on the bottle was Cyrillic and she was fairly sure that any germs that survived that high a proof it was either a mutant bug or fae.
She thought for a few seconds about putting the tarp down but any blood that was already on the bed had probably soaked through to the mattress. Yep Vex would definitely be getting a new bed, so a little alcohol in the mix wouldn't be changing that anytime soon. "Sorry Vex, this is going to hurt like a bitch."
Bo knew she was running low on time when the dark fae didn't even twitch as the alcohol was poured over the mess of meat that used to be smooth pale skin and muscle. She put the alcohol down on the nightstand after taking a healthy swig of the stuff for herself and told the unconscious mind bender, "You're very lucky Kenzi got me interested in jigsaw puzzles and even luckier I seem to be pretty good at it.
She put on a pair of the gloves and began piecing the fae's skin back together. The succubus worked as quickly as possible and when she had finished putting a section back together and was certain it wasn't missing anything she would take several strips of the tape and tape down the layers. Using the tape rather like butterfly strips to hold the pieces together.
It was tedious and several times she had to stop to stretch her muscles, rotate her neck, before starting on the next section of flesh. It gave her a new appreciation for her girlfriends level of patience and dedication. She at least had the advantage of her patient being unconscious and nonverbal and not able to complain like most fae.
She used the shop towels to carefully try to remove enough of the still sluggishly flowing blood to see what she was doing. Bo found herself growing furious at the condition of the unconscious dark fae. Ok yes occasionally she liked to dabble in the darker side of things, but the keywords were always safe and sane. There was nothing of either of those phrases in this carnage.
She knew that Vex had hinted at a sexual relationship with the Morrigan. Sex had to involve at least a small hint of attraction and potentially affection, there was no sign of either in this. To do this to someone and then drop them here like so much trash to live or die at fates whim. Yeah she hated to say it but someone needed to take the Morrigan down at least a few pegs and Bo felt she might be just the succubus for the job.
She sighed as she began tearing the top sheet into strips to wrap up her handiwork in. She turned the dark fae up on his side and discovered with gratitude that Evony had confined her abuse to the Mesmer's back. She struggled to finish binding Vex's wounds and by the time she was done, she herself was covered in blood, sweat and gore.
Covering the Mesmer with the bedspread to the waist she removed her own clothes and picked out one of the Mesmer's longer shirts and a pair of skinny jeans that the succubus hoped would fit over her rounded hips. Bo went to luxuriate in a hot shower to remove the ick she was currently sporting.
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Derek and Stiles each grab one of Peter's hands and help the older wolf to his feet as Scott rushes over to the nurses station medicine room. He punches a code into the keypad and opens the door calling, "Over here," over his shoulder.
The others rush into the room while Stiles cries, "Why do you have the code to the medicine room?"
The Beta looked at his bestie as he said innocently, "Dude my mom is the head nurse she sets the code and they're all the same. Besides its my birthday, how could I not know my birthday?"
The Spark decides right then and there that he and Mama McCall need to have a serious discussion about security standards in the hospital. His thoughts are interrupted by Peter though who says, "Another time boys, can we please try and find something that we can use against the Super Wolf?"
"How about this?" Scott says excitedly as he holds up the paddles of the portable defibrillator.
"Do you know how to use it?" Derek asked with amazing calm as he continued to look through the medical supplies on the shelves of the med room.
"No," Scott said as he continued to hold the device.
"Then no, at best you'll probably only piss him off, at worst you'll electrocute yourself." the Alpha said, "So no, find something else."
"How about this?" Stiles said holding up a rather large vial of liquid, "It's adrenaline."
"No as big as they are it won't kill them. It'll only make them stronger." Derek said without looking over at the teen Spark.
"How strong?" asked Peter looking at the Spark and the vial of medicine with interest and a bit of cunning.
Stiles slipped from the med room back across the hall to the exam room that Cora was in. The teen girl while by no means heavy was dead weight. Grateful the emergency room was on the ground floor, the Spark grounded himself and drew energy into his body from the earth under the hospital. The ground there had lain dormant for some time and was more than happy to give the energy to the Spark. Drawing the energy he expressed his gratitude to the earth before lifting Cora into his arms.
He held the she wolf, grateful for the added strength. Watching as the trio of werewolves came out of the med room and ran down the hall, they were the distraction. Stiles job was to get Cora out of harm's way. He managed to slip through the double doors and into the entrance to the ambulance bay. He maneuvered the unconscious young woman down the ramp and found an ambulance with engine running and doors open sitting in the ambulance bay empty.
While grateful for the hiding place, Stiles really was going to have to discuss with Mama McCall the serious lack of security going on in the hospital. Of course considering there were probably a whole Pack of werewolves running around he probably really shouldn't complain.
He settled Cora onto the stretcher gently as he thought, "What am I saying there are two packs of werewolves running around and I'm part of one of them." To Cora he said reassuringly, "Ok so we wait here for our Pack to take care of the Alpha's and you just keep breathing while we wait."
He hears a roar that sounds like pain or anger but he's not actually a wolf so he's not entirely sure. Then he notices Cora's continued stillness even unconscious, this level of still for a werewolf doesn't seem right. "Why do you look so still?" Stiles asked and then put his ear to the young woman's chest. Hoping she didn't wake up at that moment and rip out his throat for it.
The teen realized Cora had stopped breathing her heart was still beating he felt the pulse in her wrist but it was wavering. He started resuscitation, breathing for the girl, desperately. Trying to get the other teen to start breathing again. She had just drawn her first breath when Derek snatched the door to the back of the ambulance open. He sees the Spark breathing for his sister and accused, "So now you're kissing my sister?"
The Spark is stunned and the surprise flashes to anger as he yells in the startled Alpha's face, "What? No, she stopped breathing, I was saving her. You are the biggest werewolf sized douche bag, I have ever met." He grabbed the werewolf by the ears and yanks him in for a kiss. It was hot, messy and desperate. Stiles slid his tongue into the werewolves mouth. He felt the sharpness of a fang, the copper of blood from where Derek had been hit by the Super Wolf no doubt and Derek. The taste was green, dark and had him holding on even tighter.
Until someone coughed, he looked up to find the ambulance bay, held not just the two of them, but Peter, Scott, Kenzi and Dyson who all seemed to have smiles on their faces but also Melissa who was working to get into the back of the ambulance and to Cora. Without a word Stiles released the Alpha and left.