Concrete Angel

36

Emma watched her friends while sitting on the counter. She had been counting track of the hours. 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 hopped down 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."

Emma looked 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."

Emma pulled out 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 Emma 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."

Emma frowned. "A stupid deal."

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

"No, you're trying to be smart. And you're failing. People have backed the wrong side and have paid costly 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. Emma, he's only doing what he thinks is right."

Emma shook her head. "I don't really care."

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 to 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 Emma as he asked, "With what?"

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

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

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

Emma's nose scrunched. "Boxers? No. Pick something else."

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. "This storm seems bad."

Stiles glanced at Emma. "Yeah it does."

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 Emma, but he hit his head on the dash and hers hit the passenger window. She saw black spots and her eyes closed.

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

The ceiling began caving in and stopped abruptly, and Emma, 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.

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

Emma touched her wound. "I'm okay."

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

"I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

"Sort of," Scott said.

Emma moved closer to Stiles, her hands around his arm. "Hey, uh, Scott? Mind doing us a favor?"

"Name it."

"Can you come get us?"

"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, Emma decided to make her way home.

She walked inside the house and came face-to-face with her mother.

Ana grabbed Emma by the collar. "You've been quite a lot of trouble."

"Let me go!"

Her mother raised her hand, coming in contact with Emma's cheek.

Emma ran upstairs and locked her door, collapsing on her bed in tears.