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"You know it's nice that y'all are so concerned over me but I'm okay," I mumbled, walking into the kitchen as Scott trailed behind me. You may be asking what in the hell was actually happening? Why the fuck I was being trailed every few minutes by one of my fellow friends and why Isaac practically slept outside my door until I finally called him inside and let him have half of my bed? Why Lydia had planned every small moment of my day so I was always with someone else? And why exactly Stiles and I had finished every episode of every comic book both of us loved?

Well to put it easily my friend everyone thought I was on delusional suicide watch. Apparently I had tried to kill myself by jumping off that cliff I was hanging off. Talk about an extreme sport huh?

Anyways Isaac had left me about 5 minutes to go which I figured meant they had officially stopped watching me. Unfortunately that was not the kiss considering the smirking teenage werewolf on my front steps.

Opening the fridge I began thinking, what the fuck was I going to eat? Popcorn and candy is not enough of a meal.

Scott laughed, setting his bike helmet on the counter top.

"I'm not here to take care of you," Scott answers me, looking around the kitchen.

"Isaac leaves 5 minutes ago and suddenly you show up here trailing in dirt and mud on my freshly cleaned floors?" I deadpan, shutting the fridge door.

Maybe I could go get something else to eat. I was in the mood for some Mexican maybe some Thai.

"I'm not here to babysit," Scott once again clarified. "I'm here because I'm hungry and I don't feel like eating alone."

I raised an eyebrow, stopping my thought process and looking at him.

"Are asking me—"

"I'm asking you to join me for dinner. My treat, and I'll even let you choose what to eat," he says. Tapping against his helmet.

"I'm in my pajamas," I then state, looking down at my shorts and tank top.

He nods, "then go put on some clothes."

"Fine," I murmur after a moment. Shutting the pantry door.

"We are taking my bike so wear something warm," he casually says.

"The dirt bike?" I questioned him, raising a brow.

"Yes that one. Are you scared of it?" He questions me, a conniving smile on his lips.

I shake my head, crossing my arms," not at all. I'm not scared of anything Scott, not after all the shit we've been through. I'm just happy to see you've finally come around and realized it is indeed a dirt bike. Be down in 20 minutes, make yourself at home."

He laughs, shaking his head in humor at my antics as he watches me walk off.

~~~~

"I swear those guys in the pickup saw my bra," I mumble to Scott when we had stopped in front of the restaurant. My legs and unwrapped themselves from the dangerously close proximities of his, cold air hitting me.

Scott got off, grinning devilishly," well you are wearing that shirt."

I looked down, noting the brown and beige stripped, knitted crop top I had chosen to wear, along with black jeans and shoes. The wind had kicked in on the ride here and well my shirt had decided to flail around a couple of times. It rose dramatically at one stop light just as we pulled up and I swear the boys in the car next to us eyes practically fell out of their heads

Rubbing my arms together I shivered," well it likes to show the goods off and it doesn't insulate any warmth. Just fucking perfect."

Scott rolled his eyes, shrugging off his denim jacket and placing it over my shoulders. "Happy?"

I smirked, thinking about the last few moment and trying to not seem like I was breathing in the smell of his jacket. It smelled delicious, exactly like him with a hint of cinnamon.

We walked into the small restaurant, neither of us saying much but it felt right. It felt good.

20 minutes later and we wee happily eating our hearts content at the local diner. I had a basket of French fries and chicken tenders with me while Scott devoured the massive burger he had ordered.

I pulled up one leg to my chest, setting it on the chair and staring at him for a moment.

"There's something I don't get," I mumbled to Scott, swallowing the last bit of my French fry.

"You always have a question," Scott comments.

I smirk," what are we? We aren't friends anymore, that's for sure. So what are we?"

He stays quiet for a moment, tapping his fingers against the top of the table.

Scott looks at my curious expression, looking about as clueless as I felt.

"Would you believe me if I said that I had no clue. I like this but..." he drifts off, looking at me to see if I understood.

I nod my head, "there's too much going on for either of to think about whatever this is."

He nods his head, relieved to see I was on the same page as him.

"We will get a chance to figure this out Mel," he mumbles, grazing his finger over the top of my knuckles. "Maybe we should think about what we will tell Derek first though."

Right, my ex boyfriend was most definitely not dead considering Ethan had warned us after the whole motel fiasco. Apparently Stiles had saved him from killing himself and well that had been reason enough to help us out.

I sigh, combing a hand through my hair and sipping on my soda," there's something bugging me."

"What?" He questions, immediately shifting in his seat.

I looked at him, keeping our gazes set," it feels like we are loosing time Scott. Like we are not gonna have the chance to discuss this before something happens."

"Nothing's gonna happen," he says with a shake of his head. "You and I are gonna make this okay. The alpha pack will not win."

He ends his statement, grasping my hand that's on the table and smiling.

"What about Allison and Derek?" I ask him.

"Derek knows, and from what I've heard he's alright not happy but alright. Allison, I will tell her. She broke up with me. She asked me to be happy." He says to me.

"So, for now we are friends?" I question, a raised eyebrow on my face with a smile.

"Yes. For now, we eat our food in silence and says it's just dinner. Afterwards... we can call this a first date," he says.

"If this were a first date McCall you would have taken me to fucking Disneyland or something. Not a dinner," I point out, drinking my soda.

"Shut up. You loved it," he says, lifting his burger to his mouth.

I smirk in response, finishing the rest of my soda. This wasn't my first date, this wasn't the way I expected it to be.

But it would be soon.

~~~~

"That bike is the worst, I swear to god," I mumbled. Shaking my hair as too get rid of the helmet hair. Scott laughed beside me, running his fingers through his dark brown locks as well.

There were ambulances coming in and out of Beacon Hills Memorial as we walked by, all coming out with bloodied people who were wailing. I halted in my steps, what had happened? Scott had brought me here to bring food for his mom, he said nothing about mangled bodies.

"My mom said there was a 10 car pile up apparently," he says, looking just as concerned as I was.

"Hell of an accident," I murmured as we went inside.

Over the yelling and victims in pain I heard Melissa McCalls voice yell over the crowd, ordering everyone around. They should hand her the keys too this damn hospital since she basically runs it.

"And does anyone know where Dr. Hilyard is?" She yells over the crowd, her coworkers shaking their heads or just shrugging there shoulders. Well no doctors obviously mean that added more fuel to this already terrible fire.

She look flustered beyond belief as another person was rolled in in front of us, her finger pointed the paramedics in one direction before finally catching us. A smile of relief graced her lips instantly, advancing towards us when she also saw Scott holding up the white box of food.

"Oh, thank God. I'm starving." She calls out, grabbing the bar and turning away. Essentially I think her plan was too just walk away and leave Scott and I in giggles at her obvious hectic state. However, she turned in that moment, remembering it was her son. She pulled him into her arms after setting the good down and kiss his cheek. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Thank you for bringing me dinner."

"Thanks for coming with him Imelda. It's nice to see you," she says with a smile, pulling me into a hug.

"Hey," I asked her, "everything okay?"

"Except for half the accident victims in a ten car pile-up being rerouted here from downtown, and the E.R. attending not answering any of his pages, yeah, I'm okay." She says to me slightly sarcastically but I can also tell she's slightly concerned it will get out of hand

"What does not answering pages mean?" Scott asks from beside me. Clearly he was listening in on one of the nurses conversations.

"It means that nobody can find him, so now we have to wait for the on call to get here." She explains, looking over to the entrance.

"Miss." Some women with a paint stricken face walks over to us. She's hunched and trying to hold in a whimpers as she approaches.

"Yes?" Melissa whips around to answer.

"Excuse me, can I kind of please have something for the pain?" She questions through gritted teeth.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I know. But, actually, giving you something could complicate things, so we really just need to wait for the doctors. Okay?" Melissa answers, going into full nurse mode and trying to console the women.

"Yeah." She answers after a moment, clearly not the answer she had hoped for.

"Okay. How much longer on Dr. Hilyard?" Nurse McCall walks away then, going over to the receptionist to speak.

I can't get my eyes over the women in pain, tears running down her as she attempts not to full out sob

"Don't," Scott grabs my forearm. He shakes his head, clearly knowing where my thoughts were headed.

"You can't just go over there and heal her Imelda." Scott shakes his head, reminding me.

"I can't just let her be in pain like that," I mumble back.

"Me neither," he replies back and stages me over to walk towards her.

"Uh, you know, I think that I read online that sometimes human contact can help with pain." Scott sits down next to her, smiling warmly.

She doesn't seem to understand what he's saying but nods her head. Looking at me for a second before noticing how Scott had gripped her arm and black veins have begun to appear on his olive toned skin.

Slowly the intense expression on her face goes away and now she looks astonished at what's going on. Scott smiles at her, nodding his head before standing and walking with me.

"That was really good," I mumble to him, playfully butting my shoulder against his arm.

"Someone... Someone help me! Oh, I need help!" Ethan's voice makes me jump apart from Scott, my eyes landing on him walking into the emergency room with Danny hanging off his shoulders.

"What did you do to him?" I yell out, advancing forward ready to beat the shit out of the alpha. I was going to put him through hell once Danny was okay.

"Nothing. He said he was having chest pains and trouble breathing, but it... it just kept getting worse." Ethan answers me innocently, holding Danny up by the wall.

"This is not good. How much longer on Dr. Hilyard? His larynx has shifted to the side. I think it's a tension pneumothorax." Melissa walks over, examining Danny who seems to be breathing less and less.

He sucks in a huge breath before pushing me and Melissa out of the way, throwing up all over the ground.

"Mistletoe." Scott says aloud, noticing the little green leaves in his throw up.

~~~~

"Can you three please go back to the waiting room?" Melissa calls out to us as Danny is wheeled into one of the rooms filled with patients.

"Where are the nurses and the doctors?Where is everyone?" Ethan asks, looking around to see all patient yet no nurses.

"It's a full house tonight. They're tending to other patients." Melissa answers him.

"Okay, well, mom, how can we help?" Scott asks us, my eyes trained on Danny who is struggling more and more.

"Honey, you can't. His lung is collapsed. His heart is being pushed against his chest cavity, so..." Melissa slowly explains his prognosis.

"He's gonna die, isn't he?" I question, slowly inching towards Danny. I don't care if he found out about my ability, he wasn't going to die tonight.

"No. No, he's not. Scott, you grab the tape. You grab those scissors and cut his shirt open. Okay." Melissa points to the boys.

"Mom, he's not breathing." Scott realizes.

"I know," his mother answers, trying to seem calm. She slowly massages one side of his chest until she finds the spot she's looking for, "I know. Okay. Here we go."

A long needle she had in her other hand is stabbed right into Danny's chest, all of us wince at the same moment. Ethan looking like he's the one who's been stabbed through the chest. Melissa woks a couple of other things before air is let through one of the tubes.

And Danny sucks in the biggest gulp of air, in turn earring is all to let out our breaths. He manages to cough out," thank you."

I smile, reaching for Danny's arm and squeezing gently.

"No problem." Melissa answers Danny. Looking up to see all of us staring at her in awe, "What?"

"That was awesome." Scott comments her all of us nodding.

"It was no problem, you know? I mean, it wasn't a big deal." She tries to play it off but I can see the glint in her eyes. She knows she's saved someone by her own will.

~~~~

"Let me drive you home now," Scott murmurs to me. Both of us walking out of the hospital and towards his bike.

I sigh, looking up at him, "yeah please do. I need sleep before we deal with the next crisis."

He hands me the helmet, ready to step into the bike before Ethan walks up to us. I growl lowly at him, he looks at me and holds his hands up.

"I know you're not gonna believe me, but I didn't do anything." Ethan comes over to us.

"All I know is that the minute that you got here, you went right for Danny, and your brother went for Lydia." Scott reminds him.

"We're not gonna hurt him." Ethan states

"Why should we believe you?" I ask him curtly.

"Because we knew one of them was gonna a be important to both of you, and now we know it's Lydia." He explains to me.

I roll my eyes dramatically at him and begin to say something along the lines of 'fuck you and your brains dead twin brother' when I look around him to see a car pulling into the lot. What's weird is the fact that it's swiveling across the pavement, going left to right.

"Uhhh," I mumble," looks like someone had a good night."

The car crashes straight into another one, all of us jumping into action and running to aid the blacked out drunk driver. Scott opens the car, finding a vacant drivers seat.

"What is it?" Ethan asks when something catches Scotts on on the seat and he lefts up a moth. A very dead moth.

~~~~

One doctor was found dead soon after that, baffling the sheriffs station and pretty much everyone in town except us. Scott was even more wary now after the revelation, and I could see why. The new sacrifices wet definitely healers and well, Melissa McCall was definitely one of them.

Isaac and Scott had opted to guarding Melissa last night, informing me by text every time one of them one of them was on duty. I'm guessing both of them ended up fast asleep since I didn't hear anything past 1.

What fucking guard dogs they were.

Thankfully no Darach had gone after her and she had been safe for at least the night so she forced the boys to go to school.

Now we all say in chemistry class with our substitute teacher.

Jennifer Blake, as if I didn't see this bitch enough in a day. There was just something about her that made me want to be mean, maybe a little violent. So far she hadn't tested me, barely even speaking to me in English class since my little argument with her.

"Good morning." She spoke to gain our attention, "As you all know, Mr. Harris is still missing... I mean, sick. Anyway, I'm filling in while we all hope and pray for a more qualified substitute to take my place. Okay, so let's get started, shall we?"

At least the women was right about something.

"Hey, my dad said that the E.R. attending wasn't strangled but did die from asphyxiation. They just don't know how." Stiles turned around in his chair to speak to us.

"Do you think the on-call doctor could still be alive?" Scott asked hopeful.

"I don't know..." Stiles answered, although his sounded more negative then anything. "But, guys, there's got to be at least 20 other doctors in that hospital... at least, you know? Any one of them could be next."

We couldn't finish our discussion since Scotts phone rang and he went to answer it.

"Hey, doc. Sorry, I'm in class right now. Can I call you back later?" He spoke to the phone, ducking his head so they wouldn't see him. Like that would help.

"Unfortunately, no. I honestly thought I might never have to burden you like this, but I'm afraid, at the moment, you're my only hope. I'm going to be taken. I need you to find me." I managed to hear Deatons voice through the phone, my senses instantly going on high alert and looking at Stiles who seemed to notice out change in demeanor.

"Doc, doc, doc, doc?" Scott said panicking, "What's happening?"

He hung up the phone, looking back up at us with desperation. I know he needed to get out of here quickly and Jennifer Blake was not the easiest to move around, unless you were me.

I nodded my head at Scott, standing mad quietly murmuring,"follow my lead."

Collecting my things quickly I walked to the front for the class, Scott right behind me.

"Where do you two think you're going?" She asked me.

I stopped, looking at her as if she were crazy before answering, "counsellors office."

"Where's your path?" She asked.

"Don't have one, don't need one," I mumbled, walking on and grabbing Scotts wrist.

Scott mumbled,"sorry. We really have to go."

I turned right before exiting," don't think about calling the principals office, he's cool with it."

~~~~

I didn't end up going with Scott to Deatons, instead I stuck around the school for awhile and just browsed the halls. Lydia was here and frankly after Ethan's revelation last night I didn't feel like letting her out of my sight. So I stuck around, Stiles going off to the vets with Scott instead.

It's a good thing I did considering they did end up needing our resident banshee to find Deaton. They arrived back to school shortly after and Stiles followed me around.

"Do you hear her?" Stiles asked me.

I shook my head," considering some dumbass pulled the fire alarm no. But..."

"But?" Stiles asked, shaking his arms and waiting for me to continue.

"What the hell?" I mumbled, it smelled like a Hale. Why would a Hale be here, and it wasn't Peter or Derek. "Fuck, come on."

I ran off, Stiles trailing behind me slightly as the voice got closer.

"Yeah, Derek would like to kindly ask you to stop seeing Aiden, which means that if I catch you with him again, I'm not going to pull the fire alarm. I'm going to pull your tongue out of your head." Cora voice warned my best friend as I got closer to the Coach Finstocks office. I felt my anger rise at the mention of her hurting Lydia, no one even dared threaten Lydia around and she was going to learn the hard way.

"Sweetheart, my last boyfriend was a homicidal lizard, my best friends a bitchy Dea, so I think I can handle a werewolf." Lydia sasses her just as I walked up to the office. Obviously Cora had grabbed her hard because next thing I know I hear, "Let go. I said..."

I flung the door open, pulling Cora off of her and up against a wall by her throat. My eyes flashed bright silver.

"Considering your brother had to learn the hard way I guess you will too. Don't threaten my best friend like that ever again Ms. Cora Hale." I said, smiling when she growled at me. "Oh and I'm the motherfucking Dea."

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Whoop! Whoop! I am loving Scimelda right now to be honest! Expect this book to be finished around the end of December and then season 3b begins! I've already got the the title and cover done so I'm anxious!

Btw I've started a new Teen Wol fic and its called Bugs! It's a Malia Tate fanfic so go check it out please! :)

-Ash🔮