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"Here you go, grandma. I booked an appointment with your doctor for tomorrow morning at eight." Harper told her softly as she handed her her dinner, just some buiscits and tea. Her grandma was feeling too sick to eat properly.

Her grandma sighed. "You didn't have to do that, sweetie. I'll be fine, it's just a cold." She explained.

Harper shook my head, "I'd never forgive myself if something else was wrong, grandma. I need you. Besides, it's always better to be on the safe side. They can give you something for that nasty cough of yours."

As if on cue, Rose began to cough loudly, her entire body moving. She lifted the tissues to her mouth, her eyes watering and her hand shaking slightly. Frowning, she handed her the tissue box sat on the coffee table next to her, in case she needed more.

"I love you, sweetpea." She told her croakily, sending Harper a weak smile.

Just as Harper was about to repeat the words, there was a rapid knocking at the door, causing her to sigh.

"I'll be back in a second, grandma." She kissed her forehead sweetly before moving to answer the front door.

When she opened it, the brunette wasn't surprised to see Stiles stood there, his legs bouncing and his hand running through his buzz cut. His face lit up when he saw Harper and he began rambling things she couldn't make out.

Harper laughed slightly. "What do you need, Stiles?"

He shut up before opening his mouth again, this time his words came out more clearly. "Scott said he needs to talk to us. He said he found something. Something big. And it can help out my dad. You need to come!"

Harper frowned. "I can't my grandma's sick."

"You go, honey." She called from the living room. "I'll be fine. I've got my buiscits, my tea and the TV to keep me distracted. If I need you I will call you."

Stiles gave her a look as if to say 'listen to your grandma'.

After half a minute of hesitating, Harper finally gave in. "I love you, grandma." She called out to her.

Rose replied with the same words and Harper quickly pulled on her clean Adidas shoes before rushing out the door and towards Stiles' blue jeep. He was in such a hurry that he had left his door swung open, the keys inside, and the engine still running.

"How much-"

"A lot," he shook his head. "A lot of Adderall."

Harper giggled, strapping into her seatbelt before Stiles began to speed down the road. He was going over the speed limit, but he didn't seem to care. Everytime Stiles got done for speeding, his dad helped him out. The perks of being the Sheriff's son.

Five minutes later, Stiles pulled up at Scott's house, quickly climbing out the car and running inside, not even bothering to knock. Harper got out of the jeep and began to jog up the stairs, making it just in time to hear what Stiles and Scott were saying.

She stopped in the doorway of Scott's bedroom as Scott sat on the edge of his bed, Stiles a few steps away from him, looking even more frantic than when he had come to pick Harper up. He was blinking a lot, but she assumed that was just from all the medication he had been taking. Bless Stiles Stilinski.

"I found something at Derek Hale's." Scott spoke solemnly.

Stiles' hazel eyes widened. "Are you kidding? What?"

"There was something buried there. I could smell blood," Scott announced, grabbing the girl's attention.

She raised an eyebrow, leaning away from the door frame. "What?"

"That's awesome!" Stiles exclaimed before thinking about what he said and adding, "I mean, that's terrible. Whose blood?"

Scott stood up, "I don't know." He said. "But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there's no way I'm not playing that game."

Stiles grinned proudly as Scott threw his lacrosse stick onto the bed, but Harper decided to keep out of this conversation. She would not win two against one.

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The three teenagers tended to end up at Beacon Hills Hospital quite a lot. Between Scott's mum, Melissa McCall, working there and the amount of time Harper had fallen over and broken something, they were here a lot. Which is why doctors were greeting them as soon as they walked inside.

Harper pointed to a sign that said 'morgue'. "Hey," she gestured as Scott gave her a small nod. "Try not to get caught."

"Yeah," Stiles added. "And good luck, I guess."

Stiles and Harper walked into the waiting room, taking the first two empty seats beside each other and sitting down. The hazel eyed boy beside Harper immediately pulled out his phone and began to play games on it. Sighing, she leaned her head onto his shoulder, closing her eyes.

Stiles tensed up from beneath her, chuckling nervously. "Tired?" He asked. "How's your grandma, by the way? She sounded really sick earlier."

"She is." Harper yawned. "Very sick. I got her a doctors appointment tomorrow at eight."

Stiles hesitated. "Do you need someone to drop you off? It's a Saturday so we don't have school."

The brunette thought back to her session with Morrell, about what she said about people caring.

Harper pulled her head away from him, a smile crossing my lips. "You'd do that?" She asked.

Stiles looked into her brown eyes, "I'd do anything for you." He replied with such sincerity that it made her heart skip a beat and the butterflies in her stomach to come to life again.

Harper grabbed his hand and squeezed it before letting go, showing her apprecation towards him. Just as she was about to reply with similiar words, a familiar voice cut her off.

"Did they do it?" Lydia. She turned her head around the corner to see her standing there, Jackson in front of her. They were probably here because of his shoulder injury.

Jackson rubbed his shoulder, confirming Harper's suspisions. "He said not to make a habit out of it, but one cortisone shot won't kill me." He explained.

Lydia replied, "you should get one right before the game, too." Jackson glared at her slightly and she sighed. "The pros do it all the time. You want to be a little high school amateur? Or... do you want to go pro?"

She grabbed his arms, leaning in to kiss him. They began to make out in the middle of the hallway. Harper turned her nose up, going back around to face Stiles who was looking around. Suddenly Scott appeared right in front of them, making both of them jump.

"The scent was the same." He confirmed.

Stiles' mouth hung open. "You sure?"

Scott nodded. "Yes."

Harper sighed. "So he did bury the other half of the body outside his house."

"Which means we have proof he killed the girl." Scott finished.

Stiles smirked as he began to walk down the hallway with Scott and Harper following close behind. "I say we use it."

"How?" The petite girl asked curiously.

Ignoring her, Stiles turned to Scott. "Tell me something first." Stiles looked him dead in the eye. "Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek or because you want to play in the game he said you couldn't?"

"There were bite marks on the legs, Stiles. Bite marks." Scott didn't properly answer the question.

Chills ran down Harper's spine as Stiles nodded. "Okay, then we're going to need a shovel." He patted both their backs before turning to leave again.

— isaaclovesmexican
alisha
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this chapter is really short so I'm gonna post another one in the morning when I wake up since it is midnight here!

fun fact: I looked at my statistics and whatever for this book and everybody reading it is either from the USA or the UK. I find that pretty cool!