"I know that I'm a month late." Melissa said her voice floating up from downstairs, making its way into Sara's ears. "Three months? Oh. Are you sure it's three months?" Melissa sighed.
"Okay, I understand. Um, but if you could just turn the power back on even for a few hours, that would be really great." she said brightly, despite her words. "I have a refrigerator full of food that's going to go bad. And, obviously, I don't have the money to run out and replace 300 dollars' worth of groceries. So…" Melissa laughed lightly. "I am more than happy to beg."
Shutting her eyes, Sara walked to her desk, eager to distract herself. Picking up her phone, checking her messages.
Liam: Heading out for a run with Mason. See u before school? 7:05am.
Sara: Kk, see you soon ;) 7:13am.
Sliding her phone into her pocket, walking out of her room. "Hey," Sara greeted, catching sight of the red bag underneath Scott's bed, before jumping on the bed.
Scott stiffed a laugh, patting her head, making Sara groan. "Hey," Scott said, smiling at her, giving her a one armed hug. "You alright?"
"Yeah, why?" Sara asked, rolling around so she was facing him. "Heard you last night, sounding like you were having a nightmare." Scott said gently, making Sara's smile drop.
"It's nothing."
"Sara-"
"Planning on school today?" she interrupted, sitting up. "What?" Scott chuckled, raising his eyebrows. Sara pointed at his pyjamas. "Right," Scott said, jumping up running to his bathroom.
"Better hurry!" Sara called. "You gotta be outta here in five."
"Weird they're not here." Sara mumbled to herself, the school bell ringing. She and Scott had been catching up while they waited outside on Scott's motorbike. It was strange, usually Liam would be here by now. He usually showed up with Mason.
"You know you could hang around here. I'm sure, no one will mind." Scott said, grabbing his backpack. "Or notice."
"I would, but I need to head to the station, give a couple of files to the Sheriff." Sara said, getting up from the bike. "You're going to walk?" Scott asked, his grip on his bag tightening.
Sara blinked. "Yeah, that was the plan." Sara said, pausing when she saw Scott's face. "It's Beacon Hills, Scott. The walk from here to the Sheriff station is about the same as me walking to the supermarket in San Francisco. Safer actually." Sara reassured, pulling on her grey hoodie. "I'll be fine."
Scott swallowed, nodding his head. "Okay, but text me when you get there. Or call." Sara nodded. "Okay."
"Sara Don't forget to call."
"I will."
"I'm not kidding Sara."
"I know." Sara sang, walking backwards. "Be careful." Scott said, watching her with mild disapproval.
"Okay." Sara said, giving him a mocking salute.
"Sar-
"Goodbye, Scott." Sara sang, giving him a wave, sauntering down the sidewalk.
Walking down the school hall, after his first period (happy that Sara had called him when she reached the station) Scott's phone buzzed, pulling it out, he pressed it to his ear. "Liam?"
"Sounds like you already know the answer to that, Scott." Garrett said over the phone. Scott's looked around, casing the area around him. "Where is he?"
"Come on. Like I'm actually going to tell you that?" Garrett sneered. "I'll give you the money." Scott blurted out.
"Yeah, you will. But that's not going to get you Liam back." Garrett said. "You're going to have to put in a little more effort than that."
"What do you want?" Scott asked.
"I want the money. And Violet. Or you never see Liam again."
Opening the door, (well kicking it open with her shoe) Sara made her way to deputy's desks, setting down a box of files. "Hi Sara McCall, I'm here to drop some files for the Sheriff." she said to Deputy Haigh.
"Will be back soon." he grunted, returning his attention to his phone. "Okay, can I leave this in his office?" Sara asked, drawing out her 'o'.
Haigh snorted, saying nothing.
Sara rolled her eyes. Some things never change. "Okay then, I'm gonna go commit a murder." Sara said, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. Haigh didn't even look up.
"Maybe arson? Or like, intense larceny?" Sara tried. Haigh yawning, scratching his ear, adjusting his earphone's.
"Alright, then." Sara said, looking around, wondering if the Sheriff happened to leave his door unlocked.
"Hi, can I help you?" came a voice from behind her. Whipping around Sara was met with the oddly familiar looking deputy from last night.
"I know you," Sara said, smiling at him. "You were at the school last night, deputy…Parrish right?"
He chuckled. "Yeah, Parrish, Jordan Parrish." he said holding out hand.
"Sara McCall." Sara said, taking it. A flush of heat shot though her, like a fire had just starting in her hands, but it wasn't bad, it didn't hurt her. It was almost…Protective. Her powers flared instantly, making her jolt up, the swirl of energy eager to burst.
Sara blinking rapidly, hoping that would keep her purple eyes at bay. 'What are you?'
Parrish didn't seem to pick-up on her moment of weirdness, seeming too interested in her name. "Your Scott's little sister right?"
She nodded, taking a mental breath of relief. "Yep, that's me." Sara said awkwardly, having to squash the urge to hug him. Whatever was going on, her power, her deep instinctual energy, wanted to be near him.
It was safe near him. Annoyingly so. Why couldn't she have been blessed with normal powers?
"Stiles and Scott talk about you all the time."
"Really? Nothing too bad I hope." Sara said bashfully. Parrish shook his head. "No, nothing bad. By Stiles account you were his partner in crime before Lydia."
Sara smirked, nodding. "Yeah, still don't know how that happened. Lydia, being the partner, not me, not that Stiles couldn't have Lydia as a partner or anything, just suprising…" she said, tucking some hair behind her ear. "Anyway, umm I was dropping off some files for the Sheriff and-"
"Oh, yeah," Parrish said, unlocking the door taking the box from Sara (before she could protest) "Woah, this is heavy. How'd you get it on a motorbike?" he asked, setting it onto the desk scribbling down a note.
"Oh, I didn't," Sara replied. "I walked."
Parrish nodded. "Well, I got a bit of spare time, you wanna ride home?" he asked, putting his hands on his hips, oddly reminding Sara of her mother when she wouldn't take no for an answer.
Sara bit her lower lip, one part of her scream to run out of there, before she did something crazy, the other half wanted to remain in his presence.
"Sure." she said brightly. "Why not?"
After getting Garrett's scent Scott found him, hiding in between the buses, his lacrosse stick/spear in his hands. "Okay, what do you want?" Scott asked, looking over at Garrett in surprise.
He had dark blue and purple bruises mingled with what looked like burn marks streaked across his neck and his hands. But it was the burn marks that looked strange, they were a deep red colour, looking as if he were still burning.
"You want me to go to Stilinski? I can do that. Or I can talk to my father. He's an FBI agent." Scott said, pulling his gaze from Garrett's neck.
Garrett shot him a mocking smile. "You think I want you talking to anyone with a badge? I'm not getting help from a werewolf because I want him to talk to someone."
"Then what am I supposed to do?" Scott asked, his voice betraying his desperation. "They are transferring Violet to a federal facility. You are not gonna let that happen." Garrett said, pointing his lacrosse stick at Scott.
"How?"
"They're going to put her in a car. We're going to follow it. We get ahead of it. You stop it." Garrett said slowly. "You want me to attack a car? That's your plan?" Scott said exasperatedly.
"You're an Alpha." Garrett spat. "If you can't stop one little car, then one little Beta is going to die." Garrett said, drawing out his spear tip, shining with yellow wolfsbane. "I stabbed your boy with a blade dipped in wolfsbane. Once it gets to the heart...Bad things happen."
"So, what brought you to Beacon Hills?" Sara asked, glancing at Parrish after a few minutes of silence, pulling her gaze from the lush green forest that seemed to be passing by them.
The more she stayed with him, the more comfortable she was beginning to feel in his presence. Parrish radiating a kind of safely that Sara only ever experienced from Scott. Maybe even stronger, in any case her supernatural side liked being near him.
"Honestly, I felt drawn here," Parrish said, glancing over at her. "Like I needed to be here. I can't explain it, but it's like-
"Someone's calling you." Sara finished, her eyes glazing over. "Like someone is screaming at you, and you know they're out there, somewhere." Sara mumbled to herself.
"Yeah, exactly like that…" he mumbled. "How did you-"
Sara's phone buzzed, glancing down at ID caller, pressing the phone to her ear. "Hello?" she said, mouthing 'sorry' to Parrish, who waved it off, turning back to the road, looking a little stunned.
"Mason, yeah-No, I haven't seen him not since last night. He messaged me though, about the run you guys were on…That doesn't sound like him…Okay, thanks Mason." she said, cutting the call.
"Everything okay?" Parrish asked, concern laced in his voice.
Sara shook her head. "It's Liam. No one knows where he is…" Sara said, pocketing her phone. Discreetly sliding her left hand at the end of the seat, hoping Parrish didn't notice the light purple glow.
A tingle shot up her, making having to look down hoping that her eyes didn't turn purple. Sara turned to Parrish. "Can you drop me off here?"
"In the middle of the road?" Parrish asked. "I know a place where he could be." Sara said quickly. Parrish sighed, using a face that said he was definitely doing this against his better judgment as he pulled over. She was pretty used to that kind of face.
"Thanks Parrish," Sara said, jumping out, closing the door. "Wait! Sara," Parrish called, getting out of the car walking towards her. "I'll come with-"
"No!" Sara blurted out, whipping around, shaking her head. "No, no, really. I'll be fine, besides he, he'll be easier to find with just me. I'll be okay."
Parrish licked his lips, rummaging his in pockets, scribbling down something on a piece of paper. "Call me when you find him or when home you get home or for anything you need. Okay?" he said handing her his phone number on an unwritten speeding ticket.
Sara paused, before nodding, taking the paper and tucking it into her pocket. "Thank you, Parrish."
"Your welcome. Good luck, I guess." he said, getting back in car; looking back, one last time before driving away.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Sara bent down, picking up a small stick and placing it onto her palm.
Charging it with her purple energy, the stick twirled around pointing northeast. "I'm coming for you, Liam." she whispered to herself, walking into the woods.
"Hey, there." came Deaton's voice. Scott's vison starting to come into focus. "I was actually hoping you would be out for a few more minutes."
Scott groaned, glancing down at himself. A long jagged old looking knife lodged deep within his skin. "Scott." said Argent walking up to him. "This is going to hurt." he said, slowly curling his fingers around the knife, yanking it out.
Scott letting out a yell of pain.
"You all right?" Argent asked, helping him slide off the table and stand up again.
"Where's my dad and the Sheriff?" Scott asked, taking a few breaths his skin already beginning to heal. "They're at the hospital. They're both doing fine." Deaton said, placing a gauze onto the wound. "Hold this."
"It was Kate." Scott breathed out. "It was her and the Berserkers."
"We know." Argent said slowly. "But they move fast. And they don't leave much in the way of tracks."
"We have to find her. She's got Violet. I think Violet knows where Liam is." Scott said frantically.
"Then as much as this hurt, it could probably also help." Deaton said, holding up the bloodied Berserker knife. "Can you get a scent?"
Sara sighed, running her fingers though her hair. Whoever lost or kidnapped Liam really didn't want anyone to find him. She had been walking through the forest for hours, the last lights of the sun just disappearing under the thick clouds and the tree tops.
But she would be lying to say she wasn't enjoying a little herself. She felt the buzz of supernatural energy the second, she and her father had entered Beacon Hills.
Faint, but there beating, active. But here? It was pulsing, blazing. It was electrifying and passionate. It was alive. Truly alive.
'Elena would have loved this.' she thought, shaking her head of the thoughts and memories that would come up with her name.
Sara glanced back down at her compass stick. It stopped.
Frowning to herself, throwing it back, onto the ground, she turned in a circle. "Liam!" Sara called out, walking toward an old well. "Liam! LIAM!"
"Sara!" came a voice, from below her. 'No, it can't be.' Sara thought, leaning over the well, looking down. "Liam!" Sara shouted, covering her mouth with her hand. "Oh my god!"
Liam was hanging. Literally handing, near at the top of the well, still in his running gear, blood and dirt smeared on his face.
"Liam are you okay? Sorry, stupid question." Sara said, trying to shake away her shock; so she could be helpful. "Okay, just hold on Liam."
"Don't really have much of a choice." Liam called back. Sara rolled her eyes, bending down to the end of the well.
Spotting the last pathetic fibres of the old rope that was probably used to get Liam down there. 'Its not much, but it's something.' she thought. Picking it up in her hand holding the ends of it.
She shut her eyes, hoping what she had in mind would work.
"Sara!" Liam yelled, in pain. "I'm coming Liam!" Sara shouted back looking down in her hands, smiling to herself. The rope had doubled in size, just what she need.
Tying a bit of the rope onto the small wooden pole on the side. Charging it with her energy so it wouldn't break under her and Liam's weight. Tying the rest of the rope around her, Sara climbed onto the edge of the well.
"What are you doing!?" Liam shouted at her. "Saving your life." Sara replied, holding on tightly to the rope with one hand, Sara dropped down.
The rope stopping just above him, Sara cursed under her breath, glancing down at him. She and Liam were about five feet apart. "Liam, the rope won't go anymore, you have to climb." Sara said.
Liam grunted, pulling himself up. "Ahh…" he growled. "Your almost there, Liam." Sara said, feeling disgusting helpless, as he neared her. "Just one more."
Liam grabbed the last rock.
His hand slipped.
Forcefully throwing herself forwards, Sara grabbed his hand with her right one, her left still clinging onto the rope. "God, your heavy!" Sara cried, trying to pull him up.
"Sara! The rope!" Liam shouted. Sara glancing up. The rope was on one of its last threads, it was about to snap. Sara shut her eyes, readying herself.
When another hand few out catching hers.
"Scott!" Sara called out in relief.
Holding Sara's hand, Scott pulled her with one hand. Sara climbing unsteadying on the edge of the well, helping Scott with Liam, the two McCall's pulling him out of the well. Dropping Liam onto the ground, Scott pulled him into a hug.
Sara sliding onto the ground, Scott enveloping her too, holding them both in tight embrace. Getting up, Sara wrapped her arms around the cold shaking Liam.
"You're okay, Liam. We got you." Sara mumbled, holding him tightly glancing up at Scott.
"How?" she whispered. Scott said nothing, wrapping his arms around her again, gently kissing her forehead.
Sara sighed, shifting awkwardly in her seat. After Scott had dragged Liam and her into the veterinarian offices, where he worked most of her suspicions were confirmed. 'Deaton was a druid, Liam was a werewolf and Scott was most likely his Alpha.'
Tucking some hair behind her ear. Sara leaned back, listened closely to the conversation next door.
"I don't want to keep watching people die." Scott said, quietly. "I'm not sure you have much choice about that." came an unfamiliar, but oddly familiar voice that she just couldn't quite place.
"Maybe I do." Scott replied.
"That's a lot of burden to carry, Scott." Deaton said softly. "I don't care. No one else dies. Everyone on that list. Everyone on that Dead Pool. It doesn't matter if they're wendigos, or werewolves, or whatever. I'm gonna save everyone." Scott said.
Sara leaned back in her seat, shutting her eyes. 'So much for them not being a part of this world.' she thought, pulling her legs up into the chair, allowing herself to drift off into sleep.
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