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The Scream

*A/N-remember guys, events in Season three, but with the season four characters. It's gonna be a little bit different but that'll make it fun. Enjoy!💛💙❤️💚💜

*Present Time*

"Cora, we need to get out of here! Deucalion is really made and Kali isn't gonna wait much longer to take you out."

I keep doing my pull-ups, ignoring him. "Derek, can you get me my water bottle?" I say, through the strain of the effort.

"Cora!" Derek scolds angrily.

I hop down and brush off my shorts, throwing a shirt over my sports bra. "Fine, but can't I at least say goodbye?"

Derek eyes me suspiciously. "To who? You barely know anybody."

Erica's death flashes through my mind and I cringe, remembering it all too well. I close my eyes and say the only name I can't think of. "Stiles."

"Stiles?" Derek asks, trying hard to contain a laugh. "I'll take you to say goodbye to Boyd, let's go."

I frown, but grab my bag and follow Derek anyway. I want to say goodbye to Boyd, too.

We arrive at Beacon Hills High School and Derek hops out of the car. "Boyd," he whispers into the air. "Boyd."

We wait for a minute.

No one comes.

And then, "Boyd."

More waiting.

And then Boyd sprints out the door of the school, his backpack slung over one shoulder. "Derek?"

He jogs to us, coming to a halt and leaning on Derek's black Porsche. "What are you doing here?"

Derek looks at me and nods. I step forward. "I'm leaving, Boyd. I have to get out of here as fast as possible. I'm not safe."

Boyd just stares at me, taking in my words. "Wha-what?"

I step into Boyd's arms and give him a tight squeeze. "I'll come visit when Deuc's dead, I promise."

"Promise is a strong word, Cora." Boyd mutters, not hugging me back.

I pull back and stare into his deep brown eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"We were running around the woods for, like, three days, killing as many people as we could. Yet, I had promised you a banana split. I'm sorry, Cora. I'm so sorry."

I look up at Boyd's troubled face, shaking his head repeatedly. "This isn't your fault, Boyd. At all."

And this time, when I hug him, he squeezes back.

"See you after you trample Deuc," I say, smiling at Boyd from the passenger seat.

He grins. "For you Cora," he responds, taking a total bow and then winking at me.

As Derek pulls away, Boyd disappears from view, the school doors closing behind him.

We drive for about a half hour, and it surprises me that we don't run out of things to talk about.

For the first time in so many years, I'm looking at my older brother, the one I thought was dead.

His smiling face.

His bright, green eyes.

The stubble outlining his jawline.

I haven't seen him in forever, yet here I am, having an un-awkward conversation.

We laugh.

We talk.

We tease.

We enjoy each other's company.

"So," I say, changing the topic from the topic of lacrosse, "what's Scott like?"

Derek doesn't respond right away, thinking.

"Here, I'll make it easy for you," I say. "Describe each of your friends in one or two words."

He nods, concentrating hard. "Scott," he starts, "uhh, I'd say protector. Because no matter if he doesn't even know the person, he'll give his life to protect them. He's really brave and he define they doesn't lack confidence."

He seems really cool. I wish I had had the chance to get to know him better.

"Malia-well, she's, I guess I'd say she's hysterical. I love how she doesn't know about anything, like she doesn't understand what math is and she doesn't realize that other people don't have the abilities that she does. She's funny that way."

He pauses, contemplating the next person. "Lydia-that's easy. She's a genius. She's so smart and it's scary watching how easily she can figure out a puzzle or code. She is so useful when it comes to the werewolf world."

I laugh a little, picturing her strawberry blond hair and her deep blue eyes. I just can't see her as a genius.

Derek continues, not yet finished describing his friends. "Kira....hmm, I'd say badass."

I let out a breathy laugh, looking at Derek's emotionless face.

"She's just so....amazing. Just her fox abilities top all of us put together any day." He chuckles. "And that sword. Let's just say, I would NOT mess with Kira."

When he stops, I look at him expectantly. "Keep going."

His eyes flicker to me, then back to the road. "Who'd I forget?"

I think about it for no more than a second. "Stiles." I state.

Derek chortles. "Hyperactive spaz."

I burst into a fit of laughter, while Derek just sits there, completely serious. "No I'm serious," he says, smiling a tad. "He's insanely smart, but he's such a spaz. He's the most unique human I've ever met. He thinks like a high class detective, and he can solve a mystery in under a day, yet he can't talk to a girl. He's the funniest kid in the entire world when it comes to making someone laugh. Yet, I still hate him to the core."

But when Derek says this, he's smiling brightly. I'm not used to seeing his smile, I haven't seen it since we were little kids.

But I like it.

"And Deaton, well he's..."As we turn off the highway, about an hour from Beacon Hills, Derek slams on the brakes, sending my head into the window.

The car skids into a parking lot and Derek's face goes completely slack. His smile fades and his eyes widen, terrified.

I sit there, staring at him completely still.

And then his hands fly up to his ears and he lets out a scream, his body shaking stiffly. "Ahhh!"

I back my body against the door, fumbling for the handle. I have no idea what's happening, but my brother needs help.

But then, he goes completely still, except for his heaving chest. His face shows that he's scared out of his mind, and his body is rigid.

"Lydia." He whispers.