Chapter 15
A gentle hand helps Derek drink from a bottle of water. Fighting for consciousness, he slowly looks up and tries to focus on the face in front of him. Jersey. She smiles at him. "You're okay." Derek whispers. "Better than you at the moment. But all because of you." She smiles brightly. "And hopefully not all for nothing. The moon's rising, Derek." Peter says. He nods to the DARK LIGHT shining through the windows.
"You just drained your battery down to the red and there's a fully charged Alpha on her way to rip you limb from limb." Peter continues. "I'll be fine in a few hours." Derek ensures. "I sincerely hope so. Because a few hours is all you have."
"Even if he's not strong enough I can't take her," Jersey says hopefully. "No, no. I have to do it. I'll do it," Derek argues trying to get up. "You can barely get up. Just relax... I'll take care of Kali but right now I'm gonna see what's up with the pack of puppies," she says, hopping about the loft then heading toward the steel door. "Or that scrawny human named Stiles," Peter says annoyed and teasingly. She whips around mod completely changed. "Why would you say that," she says curiously. "He tried calling you while Derek was healing you," he said which only made her race to the door taking Derek's car keys.
Jersey was so jittery and anxious she ate through 3 blow pops driving around trying to find them. She figured they always met up at the clinic or Scott's house those were the ideal places to go. She stopped by Starbucks three times before actually going to the clinic because she was nervous. Why? She didn't really know but now she had coffee for everybody. That's the plus side.
Right now Jersey was sitting in Derek's car outside the clinic listening to their conversation. "If we find our parents and Jennifer's there waiting for us, no one's getting out alive. We need help." Scott says. "What if we could distract her?" Lydia asks. "She wants Deucalion. Nothing's going to distract her from that." Scott argues. "Then build a plan that involves him. Deucalion may be an enemy. But he can also be the bait." Deaton informs. Deaton approaches Scott, lowering his voice.
"Part of being a leader is trusting the ones who follow you to do their part," Deaton whispers. Scott looks to his friends, each of them ready to risk their lives. Finally, he nods in agreement. "Okay. Then we better come up with a really good plan. Really fast." Scott says The sound of the FRONT DOOR opening interrupts them. Following Deaton, they look out to the waiting room to see Ethan and Jersey pushing and arguing just behind the gate.
"Can you move! I was here the first bighead," Jersey says, pushing Ethan. "Well I came in first," he argues, pushing her back. "That sounds like a you problem, not a me problem. So let me do you one better," Jersey says before pushing him almost all the way out of the door. "Hi, guys. Just thought I'd join the fight. Oh and he's here for Lydia," she says her name in a childish voice. "One more thing I bought coffee but it's probably cold now. Nevermind that," she says hopping over the gate.
Lydia steps out from behind the others while Ethan regains his balance. "What do you want," she says rudely. "I need your help," he says. "With what?" Isaac says protectively. Stopping my brother and Kali... (turning his eyes to Jersey) From killing Derek." Ethan says sternly.
"Son of a bitch. I got Kali but Aiden he's had enough of me since the last time we fought I won," Jersey says, pulling out a blow pop. Stiles looks confused since from what he saw she clearly lost. "Before any of you say anything... I did win because he seemed guilty while I was the victim. But that's only what it looked like, so yeah I did win and I'd do it again. And I did promise Derek I'd kill Kali since he is too weak from healing me," Jersey finished.
"What do you mean too weak," Scott asks. "He's no longer an alpha and he is physically exhausted," she said, feeling guilty. "I'm gonna trust you and dipshit over there to warn my brother and uncle by yourselves. Please don't disappoint me." Jersey says to Lydia.
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The crew split into groups; Lydia and Ethan, Allison, Isaac and Scott, Stiles and Jersey.
Group 1 was to warn Derek, Group 2 was to gather belongings for Argent, and Group 3 was to get something from Stilinski's.
"Scott said he won't sniff my dad's underwear," Stiles said kind of bummed out. "Derek is on the run," Jersey said sadly. They sit there awkwardly looking around the room avoiding eye contact for about 5 minutes. Stiles goes to grab a pair of socks from his dad's drawer. "Scott said he'd sniff socks," Stiles says awkwardly. "Since when are we awkward," Jersey blurts out. "I don't know, I hope it's not because of that voicemail I sent you," he says.
"What voicemail? I didn't get a voicemail from you," she says pulling out her phone. Stiles also pulls out his phone and as soon as he opens it the voicemail plays on accident. "Uh. Hey... Hopefully, you'll get this message and if you don't I'll delete it before anyone gets to it. I'm going to be used as a surrogate for my father meaning I'm going to have to die... But Deaton says we will come back but just in case. I love... Coming!" Stiles said on the voicemail while presently he was trying to turn it off even though freaking out wasn't helping.
Jersey's eyes widened at the fact that he basically almost said "I love you" she was freaking out internally. "Must've forgotten to press send," Stiles says scratching the back of his head. "Must've forgotten to finish the sentence," she said walking away from him smiling. "Huh. Where are you going," Stiles asks racing after her? "We have to give Scott the socks, remember," Jersey says, exiting the house heading to the Jeep.
"Oh. Ok," he says following her entering the Jeep.
Driving far too fast, Stiles hurtles out of the Beacon Hills suburbs and toward the woods. But something strange begins to happen. The wind picks up to gale force, shaking the Jeep. Dust and dirt fly at the windshield as he peers up into the black sky and the strange storm tearing its way into town.
Racing into darker and darker terrain, the wind howls about Stiles's Jeep, rattling it. Even threatening to topple it. "What the hell..." Jersey says looking back. He squints, trying to see ahead as dust hurtles at him. "Maybe I should drive," Jersey suggests since her eyesight is better. The storm begins to thicken, obscuring Stiles's view until the next thing he sees is--
A TREE hurtling toward them. The Jeep SMASHES into it with a horrifying CRUNCH of METAL. Body snapping forward, Stiles slumps against the steering * wheel. A-LINE OF BLOOD drips down his temple as his eyes flutter and close. "Stiles! Stiles!" Jersey screams. "Stupid fragile human body," she says slapping his arm but he is unconscious. "Oh wait I can heal him. Silly me," Jersey says taking his hand in hers and black veins begin to appear.
She lets go when there is nothing left to take away. He's not in pain nor is he injured. "Oo, I've always wanted to try this," she says leaning up to him and placing a kiss on his lips before he begins to kiss back. "You don't even understand the irony in this situation," he says breaking the kiss. Jersey furrows her eyebrow and her head tilts to the side in confusion. "I don't recommend driving the Jeep right now but the Nemeton is close by," Jersey says.
They get out of the car and head into the woods in search of the missing parents. "C'mon we have to hurry. I can hear them from here. We aren't that far," Jersey says, ruffling through the woods. "Well I don't have super speed and super senses so you're gonna have to slow down a bit," Stiles says. "Fine," she says, sucking her teeth then going back to get Stiles. Jersey grabs Stiles's hand and pulls him to the Nemeton faster than the pace she was going at before. "I'm gonna let you have this one," she says pointing to the ground that was falling and throwing Stiles his aluminum bat.
They begin to crumble underneath the collapsing weight, looking about to be crushed. TWO FEET hit the floor of the cellar. AN ALUMINUM BASEBALL BAT slides under the beam just as it DROPS DOWN another inch. Astonishingly, it holds. Stilinski turns to find Stiles somehow kneeling right next to him. He looks at the bat. Then to his son. "I told you aluminum was better than wood," Stilinski says. With a relieved smile, Stilinski wraps an arm around the boy.
The wind abruptly stops, dust and dirt falling to the floor as if a switch had been flipped. Quiet surrounds the startled group as they glance at each other. "Is it over," Allison asks.
Stiles pulls his ringing phone out of his pocket and puts it to his ear. "Scott?" Stiles says to the phone. "Hey. You okay?" he asks. "Yeah, we're okay. You okay?" Stiles says repeating the question. "Sort of?" Scott answers. "Think you can come get us," Stiles asks. "Yeah. Of Course," Scott says. "Great. Uh... bring a ladder." Finally, the group breathes. Isaac is the first to HOLLER in relief. Joined by the others, shouting and hollering in the now very small space of the root cellar. "Well that wasn't so bad for my first pack adventure," Jersey says.
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A/N: Writing might get trash after this.