Weight of the World

36

Molly watched her friends while sitting on the counter. She had been counting track of the hours and constantly staring at her watch. It had been too long. They should be up and out of the water.

As soon as Scott, Stiles and Allison emerged from the water, she leapt from the counter.

"I saw it," Allison said. "I know where it is."

Stiles climbed out of the tub and nodded. "We passed it. There's -- there's a stump, this huge tree. Well, it's not huge anymore. It was cut down. But it's still big though; very big."

Molly glanced at Stiles as Scott said, "It was the night we were looking for the body."

Stiles turned to his friend. "Yeah, the same night you were bit by Peter."

"I was there too, in the car with my mother," Allison said. "We almost hit someone."

Scott's eyes widened. "It was me. You almost hit me."

He let out a gasp. "We can find it."

Molly looked at her phone and frowned, causing Allison to turn and ask, "What?"

Isaac grabbed her phone to show the time. "You guys were out a long time."

"How long is a long time?" Stiles wondered.

"16 hours," Deaton and Molly answered, the latter taking her phone back.

Scott turned to his boss. "We've been in the water for 16 hours?"

"And the full moon rises in less than four," Deaton informed.

Stiles noticed Scott's expression and narrowed his eyes. "No, dude, you are not going back with them."

Scott let out a sigh. "I made a deal with Deucalion."

Molly crossed her arms and frowned. "Do you know how incredibly stupid that is?"

"I'm doing what I have to do."

"No, you're trying to be smart. But it's dumb. People have backed the wrong side and have paid for it."

Isaac frowned. "Why does it matter anyway?"

Scott sighed. "Because I still don't think that we can beat Jennifer without their help."

Allison looked to Deaton. "He trusts you more than anyone. Tell him he's wrong."

Deaton was silent for a moment. "I'm not so sure he is. Circumstances like this sometimes require that you align yourself with people you'd normally consider enemies. Molly, he's only doing what he thinks is right."

Molly's eyes narrowed. "So everyone says when they do things like that."

Isaac scoffed. "So, we're gonna trust him, the guy that calls himself death, destroyer of worlds? We're gonna trust that guy?"

Deaton glanced at Isaac. "I wouldn't trust him, no. But you could use him to your advantage. Deucalion may be the enemy, but he could also be the bait."

A creak from the front door caught their attention and the bell rang. Deaton and Scott walked over and the rest of them soon followed.

Lydia frowned, seeing Ethan. "What do you want?"

"I need your help," he answered.

Stiles stood behind Molly as he asked, "With what?"

"Stopping my brother and Kali... from killing Derek."

They left the clinic and Stiles drove himself and Molly to his house while everyone else headed to Allison's apartment.

Stiles grabbed a pair of his dad's boxers. "How's this?"

Molly frowned. "Boxers? Uh, how about no."

He ignored her and called his friend. "Scott, what do I grab? How about my dad's boxers?"

After a moment, Stiles suggested socks, and picked up a pair. "Come on."

The two of them hopped into his Jeep and the storm worsened around them. "I don't think I've ever seen a storm this bad. Well, maybe the apocalypse or the one that led me and my brothers to that Hotel California of sorts."

Stiles glanced at Molly. "Yeah it does. What are you talking about?"

"Long story. Sort of."

After a short while, he said, "Come on." Something hit the Jeep from behind. "Whoa, sh -- Oh." A tree branch was in front of the Jeep and he hit it. "Whoa!"

Stiles tried protecting Molly, but he hit his head on the dash and hers hit the passenger window with a smack.

When she woke up, she saw Melissa, and hugged her.

The ceiling began caving in and stopped abruptly, and Molly, who had crouched into a little ball, hands around her head, looked to see what happened. She saw that Stiles had placed a bat to stop the concrete.

Sheriff Stilinski smiled at his son. "I always said aluminum was better." He embraced his son.

Molly heard crashing above them and Melissa made her way over to the blonde. "You're bleeding. Are you okay? Stiles; are you?"

Molly touched her wound. "I'll be okay. I've had worse."

Stiles nodded and studied Molly's wound. "Do you need something for that?"

"How bad does it look?"

"Might leave a battle scar, which would be pretty badass. But it looks worse than it is."

"At least there's that."

Once everything quieted down, Allison asked, "Is it over?"

Stiles' phone began reading and he answered it. "Scott?"

Molly heard Scott say from the other line, "Hey, are you okay? Where's Molly? Is she there?"

Stiles nodded. "I'm okay. Molly's here too. We're all okay. How about you; you okay?"

"Sort of," Scott said.

Molly moved closer to Stiles and stood on her tiptoes as she spoke into the phone. "Hey, uh, Scott? Mind doing us a favor?"

"Name it."

"Can you come get us? And tell my brothers I'm okay?"

"Sure."

"Great, okay," Stiles answered. "Um, uh, bring a ladder." His comment caused a laugh from everyone.

As soon as they managed to get out of the Nemeton, Sam and Dean walked up to her and hugged her.

Molly smiled as she hugged them tightly. "We all survived. That's a miracle."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, Molly, it is."

She met his eyes. "I'm starving. Can we get burgers?"

Sam chuckled. "That sounds like a great idea. But first let's get you patched up, okay?"

She instinctively touched her head. "It looks worse than it is."

"How about we judge that when your hair isn't unnaturally red."

"That's fair."

Molly's wound was cleaned and Dean studied it. "Good news is you won't need stitches."

"Oh, thank god. Needles were created by the devil for torture."

"And yet they've saved your life numerous times."

"So? Can we get food now? I'm literally gonna die of starvation. Okay, maybe not, but I'm hungry."

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

Molly waved goodbye to her friends, Melissa and the sheriff and walked away with her brothers.