Whose Eyes Were Red? [scott mccall][3]

part 1

Scott smiled at the girl as she helped her dog into the car, a smile on the edge of her lips as he raised his hand in a goodbye. The parents nodded once more at him in appreciation, shaking the rain off their coats as they climbed back into their family car and drove away from the clinic.

"There's still time."

"Oh, I know," Scott said, having heard Deaton coming. The veterinarian was leaning against the door frame to his office, a gentle smile on his face as he looked at Scott. "Yeah, I'll have kids one of these days, after I find someone, or someone finds me, I guess."

"Yeah, I meant there's still time to beat traffic."

There was a long pause as Scott felt his cheeks grow a little warm in embarrassment as Deaton motioned over his shoulder to where their cars were still parked out back. The rain was only getting heavier, and they both knew that the traffic in this weather was going to be hellish.

"But if you want to talk, there's still time for that too."

"I think I was just," Scott murmured, rubbing the back of his neck, "maybe feeling kind of, uh..."

"Wistful," Deaton said, seeing the pain in his eyes that he had so often tried to hide from the veterinarian and his roommates. Stiles and Isaac had been there for him over the past ten years, and he'd been there for them too, and it hadn't been an easy ride for any of them. "It means a kind of longing or regret, a sort of melancholy about the past and the choices we've made."

"Wistful," Scott hummed, the word settling into his brain.

"When was the last time you spoke to..."

"I don't know," Scott muttered, even though they both knew his answer. He knew exactly how long it had been since he'd last spoken to the girl that he was planning on spending the rest of his life with. "Nine years... almost ten?"

There was a silence between them that neither was sure was comforting. It was a topic they barely spoke about, almost as if it was taboo to bring up - it wasn't the only one, but it certainly was the most commonly danced around one.

"Why don't you lock up?" Deaton suggested, swallowing a lump in his throat as he looked at the alpha in front of him. "I'll get my stuff."

"Yeah," Scott replied, shaking the feeling off. A lot had changed since he last had stepped foot in Beacon Hills. A lot.

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"You want retribution against him, his friends, and everyone he loves. Set me free and we'll play a new game, a game of chaos, strife, and pain!"

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"Look, I don't even know where she is," the dark haired girl replied to her brother as she continued to punch the bag, rolling her eyes as she heard his angry huffs behind her. "The last time I saw her was the same as you, two and a half years ago on Eli's thirteenth birthday."

Derek Hale crossed his arms as he leaned against the brick wall, a frown present on his lips. His youngest sister was unpredictable, but they'd never expected her to just vanish without a goodbye. She had occasionally sent them a text to inform them she was fine, and a present had always arrived the week prior to Eli's birthday.