My head bounces off the window and I take a quick intake of breath as I wake up and look around me– still sitting next to Stiles, on the bus to our cross country meet.
Scott is sitting in front of us with his back against the window and his face still looks like he's slowly dying couldn't have been asleep for long then
"Morning sleepy beauty" I can hear the smile in his voice before I move my eyes to his and offer a soft chuckle "How long was I out?"
I sit up from the slouch I was sleeping in while Stiles makes a noise as he thinks that over "Not long, we're not in Beacon anymore but this road is too bumpy for this shitty bus."
Scott groans and gains our attentions as Stiles leans forward with the iPad he's holding hitting the seat with his lean "Yo, Scotty. Hey, yo, Scotty? Still with me?"
Scott opens one of his eyes and looks over the seat to us "Yeah, sorry. Uh, what's the word?"
Stiles looks quickly down to the iPad before stating "'Anachronism'."
"Something that exists out of its normal time," Scott sighs out earning a nod from Stiles "Nice. Okay, next word– 'incongruous'."
Scott furrows his brows "Um, can you use it in a sentence?"
"Yes. Yes, I can. It's completely incongruous that we're sitting on a bus right now, on our way to some stupid cross country meet after what just happened– incongruous."
I chuckle towards the window noticing the dark grey clouds directly in the distance we are heading yay running in the rain as Scott huffs and closes both eyes again "Out of place, ridiculous, absurd."
Stiles nods and pulls the iPad up closer to his face "Perfect. Okay, next word. Um, Darach– Darach, it's a noun–" he trails off before looking at me out of the corner of his eyes. I snort and shake my head before he flicks his eyes to look over the seat hesitantly.
I smirk at the face Scott makes with both eyes directed at his best friend who shrugs "We have to talk about it sometime, okay? And we're gonna be stuck in this thing for, like, five fucking hours, so why not?"
Scott closes his eyes and leans his head back on the window earning a sigh from Stiles who looks back to the iPad and clears his throat "Christ, fine next word– 'Intransigent'."
I snort as I jab cheerily "Hmmm don't need an example for that word do we, Scotty?"
He glares as he answers the definition "Stubborn, obstinate."
Stiles chuckles as the bus rattles obnoxiously after going over what I can only assume was a dead body, earning a painful groan from Scott who leans his back forward off the window.
Stiles and I lean forward with our hands on the seat with our worry "Oh, buddy, you okay? We shouldn't have come. I knew it. We should not have come" Stiles finishes with a point of his finger in the air, however Scott chimes in just as quickly "We had to– there's safety in numbers."
"Yeah, well, there's also death in numbers, okay? It's called a massacre– or bloodbath, carnage, slaughter, butchery, wow, that's–" he argues before Scott groans again.
Stiles hands me the iPad to get up out of our seat "All right, Scott, I'm telling coach that–"
"No. No, no, no. I'm alright" Scott reaches his hand out and Stiles stops his steps in the aisle, throwing one arm over the seat towards him "Well, you don't look all right– would you just let us see it?"
"I'm okay" Scott shakes his head and pulls at his shirt and I roll my eyes "Just let us see it, Scotty."
Scott looks over the seat towards me before looking over at Stiles and lets out a sigh as he reaches for the hem of his shirt muttering "Okay..."
I stand up to lean my elbows on the back of the seat as he lifts his shirt and turns his body towards the seat slightly. I gasp softly, uncrossing my arms to cover my mouth with my hands as we see the massive slash that expands over his whole side near his ribs.
The slashes are still just as fresh as last night– I mean they aren't bleeding excessively however, with supernatural healing abilities it's still at festering wound status.
"Oh, dude–" Stiles shares a worried look with me and sits down next to me again as Scott sits up against the window again and lowers his shirt "I know it's bad, but it's because they're from an Alpha– it'll take longer to heal."
I sit down again as well and make a noise gaining his attention before nodding my head towards the front of the bus "How come Boyd and Isaac are fine then?"
Scott just closes his eyes, shaking his head and muttering towards the window "I can't believe he's dead. I can't believe Derek's dead."
Soooo story time– Scott went to visit Allison and confront her about being at the school the night that everyone was chasing down Boyd and Cora. He found one of her arrows at the scene, which was curious since her and her father made a pact to stay out of the supernatural business. Chris also broke the pact that night as well when he helped Scott and Isaac trap the moon relapse wolves with his sound emitters.
Scott figured out when he was leaving in the elevator that the Alpha pack is living in the penthouse suite in the apartment building that Allison and her dad are living in– one apartment below the pack.
Him and Isaac went last night to avoid the attack on Deucalion that was being put together with the help of Peter and Cora to just kill him.
As soon as Scott and Isaac met Deucalion at the rundown building, he stated Scott wasn't alone and Derek walked out of the shadows with Boyd and Cora not far behind.
It went over just about as great as you can imagine– Deucalion had his band of misfits all there as well including a chick who hates wearing shoes over her toe claws and an all out fight ensued between them.
Deucalion ordered for Boyd to be killed and to release Scott, Cora and Isaac. Deucalion gave Derek an ultimatum to either kill Boyd and join their alpha pack or to continue to fight and die with them all.
Before a decision could be made, explosion light arrows were shot all around them and Allison came to the rescue for them to get the upper hand and all start fighting for their lives again.
The alpha, called Ennis, attacked Scott across his ribs and moved on to fight Derek as Scott was on the ground from the wound.
Ennis and Derek were fighting near a ledge and Scott crawled over, slicing the back of Ennis' calf.
As a result, him and Derek fell down through a massive hole in the floor and onto an old broken escalator at the deserted mall building. Scott looked over the edge seeing Derek on the escalator, with his eyes open and not moving in the slightest.
I can't really fathom him actually being dead at this point in time so I'm not doing it
Coach makes the shrill noise come from his damn whistle and sets his hand on the seat in front of the kid who is known for always being car sick why he comes with us I still don't understand "Two of you, back in your seats. Jared, again, car sick? Every ti– how do you even get on the bus? Look at me. No, don't look at me. Look at the horizon. Keep your eyes– keep your eyes on the horizon," he points over his shoulder earning a nod from Jared before Coach looks back to us and furrows his brows "He-McCall, not you too."
Scott opens his eyes and leans forward from the window slightly with a grunt "No, coach, I'm good."
Stiles sets his hands on the seat and looks over before pointing down to Scott's shirt "Hey, Scott, you're bleeding again. And don't tell me that it's just taking longer to heal, okay? Because I'm pretty sure that still bleeding means nothealing– like, at all."
"He's listening" Scott ignores Stiles and nods towards Ethan sitting a couple rows up with Danny.
I set my hands on the seat and lean forward as well whispering "Is he gonna do something?"
Scott shakes his head "Not in front of this many people."
Stiles scoffs and points towards the seats a couple of rows up from us "Okay, well, what about the two ticking time bombs sitting right near him?"
I follow where he's pointing towards Isaac and Boyd as Scott shakes his head and states pretty confidently "No, they won't. Not here."
Stiles looks quickly to me before inquiring "Okay, well, what if they do? Are you gonna stop 'em?"
Scott nods and looks to us just as confidently "If I have to."
All of a sudden the bus brakes to a hard stop and we all surge forward with the action. I set my hands on the seat to brace myself and look to Scott who grabs his side and groans again.
There's bumper to bumper traffic in front of us, which is just super great for the amount of werewolves that are on this bus in close proximity to each other.
Scott sits forward and starts to move, though I reach over the seat and set my hand on his shoulder "Scott? Where are you going?"
Never moving his eyes from the front, Scott barely gets out "Boyd– he's gonna do something..."
Stiles swings his eyes from us to Boyd and back to Scott as he jerks his head back sightly "Okay, what? How do you know?"
"Look at his hands," we lift our eyes over and see Boyd grab the seat in front of him with his were-claws on display.
Scott shakes off my hand and Stiles' attempt at stopping him as well before he moves up the aisle at a slow and in complete pain pace before he reaches Boyd and sets his hand on Boyd's claws all out hand.
He mutters words that are too soft and far away for us to hear earning Stiles and I share a worried look.
Flicking our eyes back to the front of the bus, we see Scott close his eyes and make the move back to us.
He sits down and leans his back against the window again, grunting the whole way before Stiles leans forward "Crisis averted?"
"Mm-hmm," he answers before I reach into my bag and hand him a water, which he nods his thanks and takes a drink.
Stiles nods and points towards the enemy wolf on the bus "Okay, good. 'Cause we got another problem. Ethan keeps checking his phone, like, every five minutes. It's like he's waiting for something, you know, like, a message or a signal of some kind. I don't know, something evil though, I can tell. I have a very perceptive eye for evil, but you guys know that."
I snort through a chuckle, however I add a smirk and nod my head in confirmation when Stiles swings his gaze my way I see zero lies Sherlock
Scott mumbles "I don't like him sitting with Danny," earning a noise of agreement from me "Yeah, neither do I."
Stiles nods and digs in his pocket, bringing out his phone and taps away on it muttering "I'm gonna see what he's waiting for..."
"What are you doing?" I nod towards his phone and receive a shrug before his response "I'm gonna ask."
He hits send and we all look over to Danny, who shifts in his seat to grab his phone before he looks over the back of his seat towards us.
Stiles smiles and points towards his phone, earning an eye roll and a shake of his head in the negative from Danny, who turns back around in his seat.
Stiles sends another message, receiving a 'no' text from Danny– earning a scoff before Stiles begins to type furiously sending a 'just do it' back to him.
Danny again shakes his head no and turns back around before he sends his own message back of 'NO. I like this guy. What's wrong with you?' fairpoint but Ethan is one part of evil twin, Danny
Stiles sends another message exclaiming importance before we see Danny shake his head towards his phone and shift in his seat to obviously pocket his phone.
Stiles raises his hands out with his outrage before he sends twenty plus messages to the poor dude.
Danny turns his head and shares a few words with Ethan before the werewolf in question turns around quickly, connecting his eyes with ours at the same moment we all duck behind our seats super inconspicuous if you were wondering
Still bent forward with my chin resting on my knees, Stiles is slouched closer to me and huffs "Well, that wasn't very subtle" whaaaaat?
We all sit up and through Scott's groan of pain Stiles receives another message from Danny stating someone close to Ethan is sick and may not make it through the night.
I lean closer to him to read the message and look up to Scott "Ennis?"
Stiles shares a look with me "Okay, so does that mean, uh–"
"He's not dead," Scott finishes Stiles' thought with a shocked shake of his head to learn Ennis didn't die in the fall.
"Not yet." Stiles clarifies and pockets his phone so Derek may be alive also?
Coach gains our attentions as he walks back over to the throw up time bomb "Jared, I'm warning you. I'm an empathetic vomiter. You throw up, I'm gonna throw up right back on you and it will be profoundly disgusting" holy gross visual
"Please don't talk about throwing up. It's not good" Jared shakes his head back and forth
"I might throw up on you just to make a point, Jared" Coach deadpans and Jared shivers "It's not good. It's not good" he barely gets out through holding in his gag you do it, I'll do it too
Coach rolls his eyes and looks up to us "Now the rest of you, don't think we're gonna miss this meet because of a slight traffic jam, a minor tornado warning– Jared. We're gonna make this thing. Nothing's gonna stop us!– Stilinski, put your hand down."
Stiles raises his hand off the seat in front of us, talking regardless of being dismissed "You know, there's, like, a food exit about a half a mile up. I don't know if we stop and then maybe–"
"We're not gonna stop," Coach shakes his head before Stiles tries again "Okay, but if we stop–"
Coach just blows his whistle with as much anger as he can before flailing his arms "Stilinski! Shut it! Seriously! It's a little bus! Stop asking me questions!"
Stiles huffs and sits back in the seat, covering his mouth with his hand "I hate him– Did you call Deaton?" he flicks his eyes over to Scott who has his eyes closed again as he rests the back of his head on the window "I keep getting his voice mail."
"We could call Lydia and Allison," I offer grabbing my phone out of my bag which causes Scott to furrow his brows towards me "How are they gonna help, they're back in Beacon Hills?"
"Aaand my phone is dead" I huff setting it back in my bag as Stiles nods and grabs his phone filling Scott in with a shake of his head "They're not. They've been following us for hours. Pathetic."
Stiles places his phone against his ear and rolls his eyes at whatever was said on the other side "I know you guys are right behind us. Put me on speaker– Okay, look, Scott's still hurt."
Scott closes his eyes and I frown towards him before looking over to Stiles who continues "No, he's not healing. I think he's actually getting worse. The blood's turning, like, a black color." just like when Derek was shot and his body couldn't heal itself
"What's wrong with him? I don't– do I have a PhD in lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that?" I chuckle and turn towards the window before I hear him scoff "Yeah, I've been trying."
Stiles moves in his seat with his frustration "Reason? Have you met this guy?" reason is not Coach's middle name
Stiles hangs up and points to me "Your friends– I swear..."
I shrug with a smirk right back at him while I point out "Your friends too."
He grumbles under his breath before he pulls himself up with the seat and walks up towards the front of the bus "Coach, it's five minutes for a bathroom break, okay? We've been on this thing for, like, three hours–"
Whistle blow in his face before he continues "It's sixty miles to the next rest stop–"
Another whistle shrill and he tries again "Being cooped up for hours is not good–"
Whistle
"You know, our bladders aren't exactly–"
Whistle
"Coach, this is–"
Whistle
"Can you–"
Whistle
"Please"
Whistle
"Let me talk! I'm–"
Whistle followed by a laugh
"Every time–"
Longest whistle blow not appreciated for this confined space before Coach jerks his body "Get back to your seat, Stilinski!"
"OKAY!" Stiles doesn't even hold back his frustration to the last two minutes of whistle blowing interruption. He turns around moving his hand over his face and shrugging towards my frown.
Coach mutters "Jared, keep your eyes on the horizon"
I see Stiles sigh and move his eyes quickly to the side before he flicks them to me and turns back towards Jared sporting a thinking face that one hundred percent shows what his next move is checkmate Coach
I sigh with an eye roll "Jesus christ this is going to be bad"
Scott looks over the seat watching as I stand up and open the window, maneuvering on the seat to put my head out of the window as much as I can to avoid being an empathetic vomiter as Coach put it so wonderfully earlier
Stiles successfully got Jared to do the dirty work of getting the bus pulled over at the rest stop.
We all file out of the bus as quickly as our gagging and coughing will allow and as best we can with Scott's arms around both mine and Stiles' shoulders.
Lydia and Allison meet us on the walk way towards the bathroom as we hear Coach shouting behind us "Jared, you suck! Hey, somebody grab some towels or a mop– or a new bus."
Walking into the bathroom we make sure the coast is clear before we walk Scott inside and lean him against one of the walls and sit him down.
He lets out a painful groan with the action and I set my hands on one of his shoulders "Sorry, Scotty."
Scott breathes deeply and shakes his head as Stiles stands up and Allison kneels down to lift up his shirt.
It's gotten so much worse and I suck in a sharp breath as I hear Allison gasp before muttering "Oh, my God– why didn't you tell us?
Scott croaks a "Sorry" before Allison drops his shirt back down, and looks to me quickly before looking back to him "Okay. Just give us a second, okay?"
We stand up, walking over to Stiles and Lydia as Allison lifts her hands out "This shouldn't be happening. I've seen him heal from worse than this."
I cross my arms over my stomach and feel Stiles set his hand on my back as he answers her "Okay, what do we do then? Do we just call an ambulance?"
"What if it's too late? What if they can't help?" Allison rushes out through her worry
I shrug just as worried "We gotta do something."
Lydia turns to me "You know, it could be psychological."
Stiles looks across me towards her "What do you mean, like, psychosomatic?"
"Somatoformic" she states with another look to me and I furrow my brows in thought as Stiles stutters "Som–"
I nod with Lydia's thought, coming to the same conclusion as her as I turn my head towards him and fill in "A physical illness from a psychogenic cause" Stiles levels me with a look that screams get to the point and I offer softly "Yes, it's all in his head."
Recognition crosses his face and he nods "All in his head? Because of Derek– he's not letting himself heal 'cause Derek died."
I nod as Allison runs a hand through the top of her hair and licks her lips, looking back towards Scott "So what do we do?"
Lydia starts digging through her purse before pulling out what she was looking for and offering "Stitch him up–" she looks around at us and defends "I'm serious."
Allison raises her brows letting out a deep exhale as Lydia looks to all of us and I shrug a shoulder as I agree, my voice cracking with the emotion of Scott being hurt "She has a point– it's all in his head anyways. Maybe all he needs to do is just believe it's healing."
Stiles sighs reluctantly and moves his eyes to me, pulling me closer into his side and nodding towards them.
We go about getting paper towels and setting up an impromptu medical station for Allison who grabs the lighter I was holding out to her and puts the needle in the flame.
We pull Scott's shirt off him as gently as we can and toss it in the garbage. Allison looks over to us informing "He's gonna need another shirt. Where's his bag?"
Stiles looks over to her and stands up "Um, I'm gonna get it. I hate needles anyway, so– uh, do you know what you're doing?" he points towards her and she lifts her eyes into the mirror to look back to us "Yeah, my father taught me."
Stiles turns towards me and back to her "I mean, how fast are you gonna– I mean, the bus, like, the bus could leave."
Allison quickly looks back over her shoulder, connecting her eyes with mine "Well, you just make sure it doesn't leave."
He sighs looking at Scott completely worried, I step towards him and set my hand in his "I'll help– come on."
Stiles flicks his eyes to mine and squeezes my hand twice before pulling me towards the door. Lydia takes a step after us smiling softly "I'll stand watch while she patches him up."
I smile towards her mouthing 'thank you' which she offers a nod and leans against the wall with her arms crossed in front of her.
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Stiles and I walk towards the bus after bringing them another shirt for Scott, watching everyone mulling around and waiting to come up with an excuse should Coach tell us all to get on the bus with Scott and Allison still not being back.
Isaac and Boyd walk up causing Stiles to stand up a little straighter from his lean against the bus. Isaac smirks and looks to me "Where's Scott?"
I share a look with Stiles who nods slightly before we fill him in on Scott's injury and stitch session going on in the bathroom.
Isaac and Boyd see red based off the looks they sport before they turn around with growls and head right towards Ethan.
I step forward, however, Stiles grabs my arms and pulls me back against him "We can't stop them, Adds" we can't let them kill someone in front of the cross country team either
Isaac reaches his fist back and punches Ethan right in the face and I jerk back into Stiles' chest with the action, watching as Ethan falls to the ground– though otherwise he doesn't fight back in the slightest.
Isaac continues to punch him over and over as they gain a circle of everyone watching the scene unfold before we hear Scott behind us "Stiles– Addy what's happening?"
Stiles looks over his shoulder, turning us to see Scott with his arm around Allison's shoulder and looking better.
Stiles raises a hand towards the circle of bodies "They went after him. We told 'em what was happening with you and they just went after him."
Scott already starts to walk towards the circle questioning "Who– Boyd?"
He gets his answer, however, when Coach starts shouting as he himself makes his way towards the group "Isaac, Isaac, Isaac! Back off! Stop."
Scott drops his arm from Allison and pushes through the crowd bellowing "Isaac!"
Everyone stops and looks to Scott– including Isaac who stops his movements immediately, standing up from his lean over Ethan and drops his fist to his side as he connects his eyes with Scott's.
Isaac flicks his eyes from Scott's face, down to his side, and back up offering a little lopsided smile to seeing Scott on his feet and not in pain anymore Lyds is a genius
Danny rushes forward to a panting and bloodied Ethan on the ground and we all look between Isaac and Scott.
I share a look with Stiles and he shakes his head before looking back at the pair Scott screamed it like a command– and Isaac listened
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Stiles' voice gains my attention from spacing out the window once we've been back on the road for a little bit "All right. Let's go over this one more time. So it's the sacrifices, right? Everything has to do with them and someone who thinks he's, like, a dark druid of some kind."
I nod and clear my throat "Or actually is a dark druid– or as Deaton calls it a Darach."
He nods and scratches at his chin with the back of his fingers.
Lydia turns around in the seat in front of us and tilts her head to the side "You know– some ancient cultures sacrificed people in preparation for battle."
"A supernatural battle sounds absolutely terrifying since we have zero powers to help" I grumble earning a chuckle from her and a noise from Stiles who moves to start talking, however, I raise my hand in a stop motion to halt his words as I offer my own "Finding two dead bodies and having an idea of the next two missing ones is on the zero battle fighting usefulness level."
Lydia makes a face of agreement towards him as he makes a noise in the back of his throat and nods his head towards me once "Fine– so we got Alpha werewolves against a dark druid..."
Lydia and I mutter "Yeah" before she sits forward again and I frown towards him.
He notices and softens his face, immediately reaching over and setting his hand on my leg, gaining my attention and seven heart palpitations while he mutters "Hey– we're going to figure this out, Adds. We're 2-0 right now" he winks and moves his eyes towards the front of the bus.
I smile softly at the side of his face before being brave and decide to lay the side of my head against his shoulder, letting the rocking of the bus and his fucking hand still on my leg lull me to a somewhat content sleep.