Haven sat on the floor in the Hale house, her hands tapping on the knees of her Alice in Wonderland pajamas. They had finally finished their discussion about werewolves and hunters and all that jazz. She could feel Derek and Scott's eyes on her, but she was staring off into space. Haven felt like she had already known all this, but didn't know any of this before, and it was all too weird. She still had no idea how she managed to get out to the Hale house that night either. That thought train was on the back burner for the time being, she could only handle one thing right now.
"Haven? Are you okay?" Scott asked from across the room, giving her space to process. She'd been quiet for awhile now so he was starting to worry.
"I just found out that Wolfmen are real and my family hunts them. Switch places with me for a moment then you tell me whether or not I'm okay." Haven shot back, not really looking at him, still staring off into space.
"I'm surprised you didn't already know any of this." Derek crossed his arms, looking at her. It was clear that Haven didn't have a clue, but he thought she'd know something. Especially given the family she was a part of.
"Allison isn't going to believe this." Haven thought aloud, thinking about telling her sister everything she had just learned and ask for her help in figuring it all out, processing it.
"Your twin already knows." Derek replied, catching the attention of both Haven and Scott. "She was one of the hunters that night. In fact, she's the one that shot you in the arm with the bow."
Haven honestly felt like her blood was boiling, "What?...WHAT?!" That realization brought Haven to her feet, "She knows?!" Her heart started to pound in her chest, "How could she not tell me about this!" Haven ran her hands through her hair as she paced. All of this was getting to be too much for her.
"Haven, calm down. It sounds like you're going to give yourself a heart attack." All in all, Scott thought she was handling this very well, which was weird. A relief, granted, but still weird.
She tried to steady her breathing, but it still felt like she was being overwhelmed. Not acknowledging Derek, just keeping her eyes on Scott, she asked, "What am I supposed to do?"
"You could not tell your family." Derek snarkily pointed out, that received a 'death glare' from Haven in reply.
Scott shot Derek a bit of a glare as well before facing Haven, "Do what you feel is right, Haven. I'm not going to stop you from doing anything but I will ask you not to tell your family about me...please."
Finding out about Scott didn't stop what she was starting to feel for him. In fact, if anything else, it increased her desire to protect him. "Okay." Haven promised, nodding. She had never kept anything from her sister before, but it was apparently time since Allison had been keeping things from her for who knows how long.
Haven rubbed her arms, processing the next question that came to mind, "Can I help?" She should have elaborated more, since she received furrowed brows of question from the Wolfmen in the room, "Is there anything I can do to help with your Alpha problem and whatnot? I pretty much heard everything you guys were saying in here before I dove head first down the rabbit hole." She caught onto Scott's grin and her facepalm moment followed because she realized just what kind of pajamas she decided to wear that night.
"Don't tell anyone what you know and stay out of this. That's how you can help." Derek replied firmly before turning to Scott, "Not take her home before anyone knows she gone."
Scott nodded and walked over to Haven, "Do you mind, me taking you home?" he wasn't sure how she felt about him anymore. Even though she wasn't acting like he thought she would, he still worried that when things sunk in she'd want nothing to do with him at all.
"Nope." Haven replied then laughed suddenly, "Definitely note steroids." She was referring back to her previous conversation with Scott. Yeah, she probably should have had a freak out or something, but that feeling inside her that she already knew all this kept that from happening. It felt like old news in a way.
Derek shook his head at the teens because he did not want to know what that was in reference to. "Get out of here. Now."
Scott and Haven took the hint and walked out of the house. She felt weird taking a seat on his handle bars, but that's what he had to do. "Don't kill me, now." Haven laughed, referring to the bike but Scott took it as something else. When she saw his expression she exclaimed, "The bike! I meant the bike!" Scott looked relieved and chuckled awkwardly.
"It's late." He said, "I should get you home."
The whole bike ride away from the Hale house and to the Argents was filled with nothing but a heavy silence around them.
Haven had Scott drop her off a little ways from the house so no one would see him if they were awake. Sneaking back into the house wasn't hard to do at all, but it was weird that no one was awake. Part of her wondered if she'd be ripped a new one for being gone so long, in the morning. Either way, she was going back upstairs to try and get some sleep. She doubted that she'd get any though.
She was definitely right about that, it wasn't long before she heard footsteps and got up and went to see what was going on. She was she changed out of her other pajama set so whoever she came across wouldn't notice they were coated with dirt, and a bit torn from her foot slipping and catching onto Scott's bike.
Going out into the hall, Haven pretended like she had just woken up. She caught sight of her dad heading out, "Is everything okay?" she asked, wondering why he was leaving at 2ish o'clock in the morning.
"Everything's fine, Haven. Your Aunt Kate just texted, she's having some car trouble." Chris answered.
Haven felt like he was lying, which was weird because it was suddenly like a sixth sense kicked in or something. And yet, she played a long, "It's not serious is it?"
"No, just a flat tire. It's fine, go back to bed." Chris waved her along to get her going.
"Okay...good night, dad." Haven gave a sleepy wave before yawning and going back to her room. Once the door was closed, her eyes narrowed. Every fiber of her being told her that her father was lying and it was a feeling that she hated. There was nothing she could do about it right then, so she climbed into bed and tried to get some sleep.
"She's here!" Allison squealed, jumping onto Haven's bed to wake up her sleeping twin.
Haven groaned, and rolled over, "Who's here?" In her half asleep state she had forgotten about Chris telling her that Kate was in town.
"Kate! Now come on, get up!" Allison pulled a reluctant Haven out of bed before running down the hall to Kate's room.
Haven was far less enthusiastic than she would have been any other time Kate showed up. After finding out that her entire family hunted down werewolves, she wasn't a big fan of any of them in that moment. But the last thing she wanted was anyone catching onto the fact that she knew because then she'd have to explain and Haven was not going to put Scott in danger like that.
So, Haven plastered on an excited face and headed down to Kate's room. She walked in just in time to hear Kate say to Allison, "I got it covered." and winked.
"Mini me!" Kate exclaimed, giving Haven a big hug. Since everyone thought Kate and Haven looked so much alike, Kate dubbed her niece 'mini me'.
"It's great to see you!" Haven was surprisingly good at this whole acting thing, something she wasn't even aware of about herself.
"God! I haven't see you two in a year and you both turn into freaking runway models." Kate couldn't get over how gorgeous the twins were.
"Ugh, we haven't even showered yet." Allison laughed, sitting on Kate's bed with Haven.
"Girls you are knock outs. I hate you." Kate scrunched her face up at them and Haven stuck out her tongue in reply. "I hope you both have boys knocking each others teeth out for your attention."
"I'm keeping my options open, but Haven here kinda has one." Allison nudged Haven, who rolled her eyes.
"You kinda have one? You should kinda have a million." Kate set down the shirt she was folding and sat down with the girls.
"Need some help unpacking?" Haven asked, reaching out for one of the bags but Kate's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.
"Not that one." Kate was firm with her grip and her tone, both unintentional, before releasing Haven's wrist. "See, you get gorgeous and I'm too quick to channel my kung fu classes." Kate was trying to make light of the situation.
Haven acted like it was nothing and said, "You're gonna have to show me a few moves. I'd love to get a grip like that."
"It's a date, mini me." Kate replied, winking as she got up to put a bag in the bathroom.
Haven smiled then asked, "Hey, how your car?" This question was a casual one, but she was also fishing.
"My car? Oh it's fine, just needed a jumpstart." Kate replied from the bathroom.
Haven's caught what was hoping to; the lie. "Come on, Alli, we better get ready for school." The twins got up from the bed, "See you later, Auntie!" Haven called out with a smile, walking out of the room.
A part of Haven wasn't sure how she'd feel when she saw Scott at school. Would she suddenly get hit with 'holy shit he's a Wolfman that can kill me!' or 'is there really a future for us?' or something like that. As soon as Scott came into her view down the hall, all those worries were thrown away. She sprinted over to him and leaped on his back, something that's been a habit as of late.
Scott must have sense her coming or something, because he wasn't surprised this time. "Hey, stranger." he said grinning.
Haven mussed up his hair before sliding off his back, "Good morning...you okay?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" He asked, looking around, "Where's you sister?"
"Lydia kidnapped her the second we arrived." Haven replied. For once she was glad that Lydia absconded with her sister.
"Are we still on for studying later?" That was the last plan they made together before his big revelation.
Haven thought for a moment, "Yes." She answered with a smile then looked terrified, "No!"
Scott went from happy to 'oh shit' in two seconds flat.
"My aunt is in town...I don't think you coming over to my house is a good idea. Even if it's just studying." Haven explained. If something happened to Scott because of her, well she wouldn't be able to forgive herself.
"Oh, okay." Scott was happy to know that it wasn't because of his supernatural status that she was canceling on him. "Another time?"
The bell rang for class so Haven answered with "Absolutely." before giving him a quick peck on the lips, and rushing off to class.
Haven couldn't contain the smile on her face because there went those bats again.
Later that day, Haven was running late for class because she left her book in her locker. Sprinting down the hall, she skidded to a stop when she...felt something. Felt probably wasn't the best word for it, but it was the best she could think of in that moment. Her pace slowed as she continued down the hall and turned the corner, "Holy crap." she voiced aloud when she saw Derek practically on the floor. For lack of better description, he looked like a drug addict that hadn't gotten a hit in awhile. That mental comparison was like a punch in the gut for Haven, almost like it was a familiar one. She shook her head to drive that thought from her mind and went over to Derek, "What the hell happened to you?"
"Where's Scott?" He answered, straining to speak from the sounds of it.
"He's in class, I'm not sure which one." Haven replied, then the bell rang. She could see that sound was causing Derek serious pain. "Trust me or not, I'm helping you. Come on."
Haven propped Derek up the best she could and helped him out of the school. Once they were out of sight, she looked at her watch. Haven didn't have a car so she couldn't drive him anywhere, and she certainly couldn't ask Allison without suspicion, so that left one person.
"What's your plan now?" Derek asked, grimacing a bit from the pain shooting through his arm.
"We wait for Stiles. He's the only one with a car." Haven replied anxiously before turning around to look at Derek. "Let me see." When she approached, he moved away from her before sitting on the ground, leaning back against the wall of the school.
"Trust me or not, I'm helping you. Don't make me a broken record." Haven scolded and took off Derek's coat, even though he was weakly fighting her on it. "What the hell is that?" Haven asked looking at the blue wound on his arm.
"I was shot with wolfsbane." Derek answered weakly.
"Oh, shit. That's bad, that's really bad." Haven has watched enough Wolfman movies to know that wolfsbane was bad for werewolves.
Derek looked at her with a 'ya think?' expression.
Haven ignored the look and asked, "What can I do? There's got to be something?"
"Just get me out of here." Derek replied and Haven rolled her eyes. It was clear that he didn't trust her and she just knew that he didn't like that Scott made him tell her everything. But if he wanted to be a stubborn ass and die because of it, then fine. She tried. "Class is almost over." Haven helped Derek to his feet and they made it to the parking lot just as school was letting out.
Derek was starting to get heavier which meant he was getting weaker, "If you make me fall I will kick your ass." Haven muttered to him, practically pulling him into Stiles' Jeep's path. Thankfully Stiles hit the breaks before they got hit.
Moments later Stiles was out of the car and Scott ran over, "What's going on? What happened?"
"He's been shot." Haven guided Derek to lean on the Jeep because she couldn't support him any longer. That didn't help much because he soon fell to the ground.
"What?" Scott turned to Derek, "Why aren't you healing?"
"Different kind of bullet." Derek replied and Stiles' eyes went wide. "A silver bullet?" he asked.
"No, you idiot." Derek replied and Haven rolled her eyes.
"Wolfsbane." Haven replied in a hushed tone, "Now get him in the freaking car!" She couldn't believe it had taken the three of them this long to get Derek in the bloody jeep.
Once Derek was inside, Haven noticed Allison looking for her, "Shit, I have to go. If I find anything out, I'll call." Haven darted away from them over to Allison, really hoping that she didn't see anything.
"Everything okay over there?" Allison asked upon Haven's approach. "Who was that?"
"A friend of Stiles'." Haven replied, "Everything's fine...shall we?"
Allison looked skeptical, but didn't say anything more. But that didn't stop Haven from wondering what her sister was thinking.
Haven filled Allison in on the events of the day that didn't involve Scott or Derek and all that. She couldn't stay off the topic of Scott forever though, especially when Allison asked, "Is Scott still coming over to study?"
"No," Haven replied, "something came up." She was turned into a liar when Scott's bike skidded to a stop in the driveway just as Allison pulled in.
"I thought something came up?" She looked at her sister, "And how did he get here the same time as us?" Allison asked suspiciously.
Ignoring the first part, Haven said, "Short cut? Really short, short cut?"
Allison, once again, looked like she didn't believe her, but didn't say a word about it. She got out of the car with Haven right behind her, "Hello, Scott." she greeted before going inside.
Haven waited a minute before punching Scott in the arm, "What the hell is wrong with you?! I told you not to come!"
"One of your relatives shot Derek with the bullet. He needs to know what kind it is or he's going to die in less than 48 hours, if even that." Scott replied.
"And you couldn't have just called me and asked me to look for it? Especially since I was already planning on doing something to help?" Haven raised her brows at him.
Scott looked like he hadn't considered that, "I...I could have done that...I guess."
"Yeah." Haven replied in a drawn out way. "Now get out of here before anyone else sees you." She was just about to shove him along, but it was too late, Allison came back outside.
"You guys going to come in or what?" Allison called out from the doorway, crossing her arms.
Scott looked at Haven apologetically for making things complicated.
Haven mildly glared at him before putting on a smile for Allison, "We're coming." she grabbed onto Scott's arm and led him into the house.
"I'll give you two some private time since no one else is going to be home for hours." Allison winked at them before heading up the stairs to her room.
As soon as the sound of Allison's door was heard, Haven spoke in a hushed tone, "Okay so we're looking for a Bane Bullet that Derek thinks someone from my family fired?"
"Yeah." Scott replied, noticing a picture on the wall. "Who's that?" He pointed to the family picture with Kate in it.
"That's my dad's sister, Kate. She got in last night...wait...was she the one that shot Derek?" Haven looked at Scott for explanation.
"She looks familiar...I think she was who I saw last night." Scott couldn't help but feel bad for Haven for all this. She was taking in so much in such a short amount of time and couldn't even talk to her sister about it.
Haven ran her hand through her hair, "Okay...we're looking for a bullet so...I think I know where to look first." She grabbed Scott's hand and led him out to the garage. On one wall was a large metal gun case. "My dad sells guns to law enforcement, but I'm starting to think that's more of a cover than anything else. If the bullet isn't here...I'm not sure where else to look."
"Do you know anything about this...stuff?" Scott asked, looking at all the various firearms that were caged up.
"I know the basics." Haven replied, "And I know how to shoot, got pretty good aim." She had no idea where that came from because she had never held a gun in her life and yet it didn't feel like a lie. A lot of weird stuff had been happening like that to her, but she kept pushing it down. "Anyway, I'm more of a blade fan. Give me a knife over a gun any day." Now that Haven knew was true. "But if I was ever in a battle...I'd want a whip." She was almost embarrassed to admit that because of all the sexual references to it.
The image of Haven using a whip in a fight caused Scott's eyes to go wide, because it was very intimidating to him and yet it seemed to suit her. "You're scary." Scott teased and Haven grinned from ear to ear.
"Why, thank you." Haven actually liked the sound of that.
Getting back on track, Scott looked at the locked gun case. "Any idea on how to actually get in there?"
This time it was Haven's turn to have an 'I didn't think of that' face. She didn't even get a chance to reply when the heard the door open. The pair quickly darted against the car to stay out of view.
"Hey, Chris! Get your ass out of the fifties and help with the groceries!" They heard Kate call out.
Chris, who was in the garage, replied, "I'll be right there."
Haven thought that was going to be that, but then Chris came into view and asked, "Would you two like to help?"
They were so busted, "Yeah, sure." They both replied in their own ways before awkwardly standing to their feet. "I am so glad I never wanted Spy as my career choice." Haven muttered to herself, getting a chuckle from Scott in reply.
Scott was about to bring in the last bag of groceries, but Chris took it from him with a "Thank you."
Haven appeared at her father's side, "Okay, so, Scott, you should probably get going." Now that her dad and Kate were there too, she really worried about them catching onto Scott.
"You don't want to study?" Scott knew what Haven was trying to do, but he wasn't going to get out of there so easily.
"I think I can focus better on my own." Haven replied, smiling, "But another time."
"Come on, Haven. You know you want him to stay." Allison spoke, joining them outside. "Scott should stay for supper."
"I don't think that's a good idea." Haven had a feeling that she was going to lose this argument though.
"I think it's a great idea." Kate chimed in, grinning. "Come on, big brother, invite the young man for supper."
Chris looked at Scott intimidatingly, "You eat meat?"
Scott nodded in reply, "Then you're welcome to join. It will give us a chance to get to know one another."
Haven planted her face in her hands, then a laughing Kate and Allison brought her inside. They just thought she was embarrassed but really Haven was thinking 'shit, shit, shit!'.
Dinner was going alright for the most part. There were no direct questions about werewolves or even hints at threats or anything like that. Not that they'd do it with Haven present, since they believed she didn't know anything about all that stuff.
What was going on was a lot of interrogation and even more snide remarks about Scott made by her father. It got to the point where Haven had enough, "Dad, there's a difference between interrogation and being an ass."
Kate tried to hide her laughter, Allison tried to kick Haven for that but hit Scott instead, and Victoria looked at her daughter in a scolding manner. Chris, set his fork down, put his elbows on the table and laced his fingers together in an attempt to compose himself before replying. "I would have thought you'd be used to my tactics by now. After all, you've been to these dinners for Allison's boyfriends often enough." Chris turned to Allison, "No offense, dear."
Allison brushed it off, "None taken." It really didn't bother her because she knew she could go through guys like a deck of cards.
Haven gave Scott a questioning look when his phone buzzed. He turned the phone so she could see that it was Stiles before he asked, "May I use the bathroom?"
"Of course." Victoria said politely, "It's right upstairs at the end of the hall."
"Thanks." Scott left the table after that, feeling slightly bad for leaving Haven alone at the table.
Haven was just about to get up when Chris said, "Don't even think about it, Haven. You two aren't going to sneak off and make out like you did in the garage." She reluctantly sat back down and didn't correct her father on what they were actually doing in the garage. It was better that he thought they were making out than looking for a Bane Bullet.
"I like him. He's got spunk." Kate grinned at Chris, "And you like him too, you just don't want to admit it."
Chris gave Kate his signature 'shut up' look before going back to his meal.
The family just had some random chit chat and Allison filled Kate in on her friends and the annoying Greenburg and whatnot. Haven was starting to wonder what Scott was actually up to when he asked to go to the bathroom.
"I'm starting to think he got lost." Allison voice, almost as if she knew what Haven was just thinking about.
Chris sighed, "Go check on your friend."
Haven didn't need to be told twice. She darted up from her seat and raced up the stairs to find Scott and metaphorically kick his ass for taking so long and making them downstairs suspicious.
She found Scott in the guest room, aka Kate's room. "What are you doing?" Haven practically hissed at him as he pulled a bag from underneath Kate's bed.
"I smell it." Scott whispered back.
"Smell what?" Haven asked then it clicked, "You can smell the Bane Bullet?"
"Yeah." Scott replied, pulling a black box from the bag and then a smaller wooden box out of that one. "This is it."
"Well take it and get your butt downstairs, they're getting suspicious!" Haven scolded him then said, "I'll take care of that, now go."
Scott rushed past Haven to get downstairs while she put the stuff back in its place. The words engraved on the wooden bullet box caught her eye. She had taken French classes for years so the translation was easy as pie. Before putting everything away and back under the bed, she texted the translation of 'Nordic Blue Monkshood' to both Stiles and Scott. Once everything was back in its place, she headed downstairs.
Once back in the dining room, Scott said, "Hey, I was just telling your family that I should get going."
"Oh, okay. I'll walk you out." Haven replied but Kate had another idea.
"Nuh, uh. I want to know more about you, Mr. McCall. Take a seat. You too, Haven." Kate pointed at their chairs across from her.
The pair took their seats and Victoria said, "Scott, Haven's mentioned you work at a Veterinary clinic?"
"Uh, yeah." Scott replied, "For about a year now."
"What does your boss think about the animal attacks?" Chris asked before sipping his wine.
"Everyone thinks it's a mountain lion." Scott replied, trying to get of this topic as quickly as possible.
Kate scoffed, "It'd have to be one pretty big mountain lion."
Allison leaned forward a little, "What do you think it is, Scott?"
Scott looked at Haven for a moment before answering, "Uh, I don't know. I don't have any experience with big animals like that. We just get cats and dogs, mostly."
"You've never had to deal with a rabid dog before?" Chris inquired and Scott shook his head. Chris continued with a pretty scary story about a rabid dog that Chris knew of and emphasized how the once docile creature became a wild killing machine with one single bite. At the end of the story, he said, "My father shot the dog because it was too dangerous to keep alive. Something that dangerous needs to be put down." Chris never took his eyes off Scott during the entire story.
Both Haven and Scott thought the same thing; Everyone at the table...they knew.
The family finally permitted for Scott to leave, so Haven grabbed his backpack and walked him to the door. "Do they know?" Scott whispered, "Or was that your dad's way of freaking me out or something?"
"I don't know." Haven answered honestly, handing the bag over. "I really hope he was just trying to scare the crap out of you."
Scott put the bag over his shoulder, "Either way...he succeeded."
Haven took his hand in hers, "I'm sorry...for everything."
"It's okay...I'll see you later." Scott and Haven shared a soft kiss and another whispered goodbye. He almost made it out the door before Kate came over.
"Sorry guys, but I have to ask Scott something." Kate reached between the teens and closed the door.
"Me?" Scott felt a pang of worry, "What is it?"
Kate put her hands at the back of her hips, "What did you take from my bag?"
Scott tried to remain as calm as possible, "What?"
"My bag." Kate repeated, "What did you take from it?"
"Oh come on, Kate. Do you really think Scott took something from your bag?" Haven was doing her best to take the heat off Scott.
"What's going on?" Chris asked, joining them.
Scott and Haven shared a look between them, silently trying to figure out a way to get out of this.
"My bag was open in the guest room, and when I left it was shut." Kate explained, looking at Scott. "Scott went in there to use the bathroom and voila, my bag is open."
"He didn't take anything from your bag." Haven was a bit more firm as opposed to offended this time. She was going to continue speaking but Kate cut her off.
"Scott, I hate to be the accuser here, because I really do love those adorable brown eyes of yours, but something was taken from my bag. Come on, what's in your pockets. Prove me wrong." Kate wasn't going to let this go.
"I'll prove you wrong." Haven interjected, "Scott wasn't going through your bags, I was." She slipped her hand into her back pocket and pulled out a condom, showing them what she was talking about. Scott looked wide eyed to see that but Haven didn't have to say another word.
Kate pressed her lips together and looked at Chris for his reaction to that, but he couldn't formulate any words at that point in time.
"Now if the accusations are over, Scott and I will be going." Haven opened the door and Scott headed out first.
"You just showed off a condom! Do you really think I'm going to let you go off alone with him?" Chris wasn't about to let her go anywhere with Scott after seeing that.
"I don't particularly want to be here right now after you guys interrogated, insulted, and accused him of stealing. Don't worry. I'll be safe." Haven was referring to in general, but she made it sound like she was talking about the condom.
Before another word could be said, Haven plucked her bag off the hook, went outside to grab her own bike and pedaled off with Scott. She knew that her parents would be fuming when she got home, but honestly...it was worth it.
As they rode their bikes down the street, Scott said, "So...a..."
"Finish that sentence and I'll put a stick in your tire." Haven was embarrassed to no end about her little 'just in case' item, but that didn't stop her from threatening him with her wrath.
"A nice night, huh?" Scott voiced instead and the two laughed before picking up speed to get to the Animal Clinic faster.
Scott and Haven ran into the back room of the clinic in time to see Stiles with a bone saw aimed at Derek's arm, "What the hell are you doing?!" They unintentionally exclaimed in unison.
"Oh, thank god." Stiles replied, looking so very relieved that he wasn't going to have to do what Derek wanted him to. "You just prevented a lifetime of nightmares."
Derek looked like death warmed over now, "Did you get it?"
Scott reached into his pocket and handed the bullet to him.
"What are you going to do with it?" Stiles asked, but Derek couldn't answer. His eyes rolled in the back of his head before collapsing to the floor. The bullet rolled away and into the floor drain. Scott hurried to grab it while Haven and Stiles tried to wake Derek up.
In the midst of this Stiles shouted, "Wait, you know?!"
"Did you just realize that?" Haven shouted back.
With everything else going on, he really didn't have time to process, "Yes!"
"Will you two stop it? Is he waking up?" Scott called out from his side of the room but Derek still wasn't.
Haven slapped him a couple times, but still nothing. "Punch him."
Stiles looked at her like she was insane, "What?!"
"Punch him." Haven repeated, "You're probably stronger than me so just do it!"
Stiles grumbled something under his breath, "Don't kill me for this." He punched Derek as hard as he could and thought he broke his hand in the process.
"I got it!" Scott went over to them, just as Derek was coming to. He handed over the bullet and they helped Derek get to his feet.
Haven stood back and watched as Derek used his teeth to open the bullet then poured out the powder that was inside it. He pulled a lighter from his pocket, ignited the powder then scooped it into his good hand. She gasped when he planted the powder onto his wound and stuck his finger inside. Derek cried out in pain and almost buckled from it. Actually, he did.
Derek fell onto his back, his body writhing in pain before the wound completely healed before their eyes.
Stiles thought it was amazing, "Yes! That was awesome!"
Haven and Scott had no words for him, they just...stared. Haven turned to Derek, "Are you okay?"
"You mean except for the agonizing pain?" Derek replied, sarcastically.
Haven crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. She was usually the one shooting the sarcasm, but didn't particularly like being on the receiving end of it.
"Okay, we saved your life now you leave us alone or else I'm going to tell Haven's dad everything." That was a lame threat, and Scott knew it, especially since he was terrified of him.
"You're going to trust them? You think they're really going to help you?" Derek shot back.
"Haven helped you!" Scott retorted, "You trusted her."
"I don't trust her." Derek replied, then looked at Haven, "And if you're smart, you wouldn't trust your family."
Haven knew a millions reasons why, but replied the way she did anyway, "Give me one good reason why."
Derek accepted that challenge, "I'll show you."
The teens looked at each other, wondering what the hell Derek meant by that.
Derek drove Scott and Haven to the Beacon Hills Nursing home. When the teens got out of the car, Haven asked, "What are we doing here?"
Derek didn't take the time to answer, he just strode inside. They had to pick up the pace to keep up with him. He led them to a patient's room and walked inside.
There was a man sitting in the dark room, looking catatonic. Haven felt like she had seen him before, but couldn't place where.
"Who is he?" Scott asked, looking at Derek.
"My uncle." He replied, "Peter Hale."
That name struck something inside of Haven. She would swear she knew the name and it was driving her crazy that she couldn't figure it out.
"Is he...like you? A werewolf?" Scott asked and Derek replied with, "He was. But now he's barely even human."
Derek didn't take his eyes off Peter as he continued to speak, "Six years ago my sister and I were at school. Our house caught fire, eleven people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor."
"What makes you think the Argents set the fire?" Scott asked, defending Haven's family since she was silent.
"Because they were the only ones who knew about us." Derek replied, "You think they must have had a reason, don't you? Tell me, what kind of reason? What reason justifies this?" He turned his uncle's chair around to reveal the severe burn scars on that half of his body. "They say they only kill adults with proof, but there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that fire. This is what they do." Derek turned his attention to Haven when he said, "This is what your family does and if you don't keep your guard up around them, then this is what you will do."
Haven clenched her fists, "I will never do anything like this. I don't care what they try and make me do."
Derek scoffed, "You'd just turn your back on your family, just like that?" he snapped his fingers when he said the word 'that'.
"If they are as horrible as you say...and a part of me believes they are...then they are not my family." Haven replied, meaning every word of it.
"What are you doing? How did you even get in here?" A nurse asked from behind them.
"We were just leaving." Derek replied, walking out with Scott and Haven right behind him.
It was pretty late by the time Haven got home and Chris was right there waiting for her. "You are in so much trouble, young lady."
That word, trouble, resonated with her oddly again. Every time that word was used it made her feel weird. With everything going on, it was no wonder she was starting to feel like she was going crazy.
"Can we talk about this tomorrow? I'm tired." Haven tried to walk past her father but he blocked her path.
"No, we are not going to talk about this tomorrow. What are you and that boy doing? Didn't we raise you better than that?" Chris sounded disappointed in her.
"Oh, so because it's me wanting to have sex it's some sort of crime but Alli goes through guys faster than Carter's got liver pills and that's okay?" Haven was so not in the mood for this and that made her lash out. "I am sick and tired of being the disappointment, dad. It's so obvious Allison is and always has been the favored one, but for one will you cut me some slack?"
"Haven, we have never favored Allison over you." Chris tried to defend himself but he was failing.
"Yes, you have! Both you and mom have! I'm somehow always out of the loop, Allison gets away with everything, and...ugh! I'm done with this!" Haven threw up her hands and stormed off to her room. She slammed the door behind her. She didn't even make it to her bed before Allison came in without knocking.
"What is going on?" Allison asked, only hearing a little bit of the argument downstairs.
Haven honestly couldn't even look at her sister, "Alli...I love you...but get the hell out of my room."
Allison didn't listen and started to approach her sister, "Haven..."
She whipped around and shouted at Allison, "Dammit, Alli! Get the hell out of my room!" Her sister took the hint and without another word, she walked out and closed the door behind her.
Haven started to pace around the room, feeling as if her brain was about to explode. So much was happening in such a short amount of time and she had no escape from it...not really. The only thing she could think to do was sketch, it was the only thing that cleared her mind.
For the past month ish, since they moved in, Haven had been sketching various faces that she didn't recognize and yet she drew them over and over again. These faces calmed her even though she had no idea why. Haven Argent didn't know that it was Haven Parker taking control and all the faces she drew were those of who she loved...from the world where she truly belonged...she just didn't know it yet.
End Episode 4