SILENT GUARDIAN ◦ STILINSKI; REWRITE [1]

four; abomination

ABOMINATION
(HAS NOT BEEN REWRITTEN)

Carter opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get the words out, Deaton grabbed Scott. Somehow knowing that Scott was the cause of Carter's wound. She narrowed her eyes at the man's back, keeping her arms tightly pressed against the wound, suppressing the pain slightly.

"Carter, I know that you have a lot of question to ask about what's happening to you, but I don't have the time or knowledge to answer them. They're coming back, so we don't have much time to talk." Deaton said, pulling out a large clear bottle out of the cabinet. Scott leaned back slightly as the veterinarian got a cotton ball wet with the mysterious liquid.

"What is that?" Scott muttered.

"Rubbing alcohol," Deaton deadpanned. "You don't want it to get infected, do you?" Scott shook his head and groaned as Deaton began to dab and clean the wound. "You'll heal the same. Just not as quick, because of Derek. Carter, you won't completely heal until Scott does, you're healing - as of the moment - is linked to his."

"Okay, how do you know all this?" Carter demanded, growing more nervous and confused by the second. He just confirmed that Carter had unknown - well, at least to her - supernatural abilities and that she wasn't human. "Actually, how do you know anything?"

"It's a long story. What I can tell you is that I know about your kind." Deaton said, glancing between Scott and Carter as he wrapped a bandaged on Scott's wound, ripping a piece of tape with his teeth. "Your kind, I can help. But this..." he gestured toward the mutilated hunter on the table. "...this is something different."

Scott frantically tried to grasp all of the information that was being thrown at him.
"Do you know what did it?"

"No. But the Argents will. And this is the crucial part. They'll have some kind of record or book. It'll have descriptions, histories, notations of all the things they've discovered." Deaton explained and Carter's interest perked up when her ears registered the last part of his sentence. That meant that whatever she is could possibly be in that book.

"All the things?" Scott stammered. "How many different things are there?"

Deaton looked over at Carter as he opened his mouth. "I'm not completely sure what Carter is. Whatever she is, they've been around a lot longer than-" Deaton's voice trailed off when the sound of a vehicle approaching the building sounded through the room.

His eyes widened as the sound of the front door being opened, he quickly and quietly pushed Carter and Scott into a storage closet located on the opposite side of the room. Their bodies were clamped together as they shifted uncomfortably in the confining space. Carter let out a gasp of pain as her wound rubbed against the door's metal hinges, but the sound was muffled into Scott's hand.

While Scott and Carter frantically tried to keep their presence unknown, pressing their bodies tightly against the wall, Deaton was handling the situation quite well considering. "I'm starting to think I need to buy a more prominent "closed" sign."

Allison's father began to make his way even further into the room, crossed right in front of closet where Scott and Carter were hiding. Instinctively, Carter backed away from the door until she crashed into Scott's chest. Scott's eyes narrowed, until Carter reached back and hit his chest, catching his attention. He moved forward to see Gerard Argent was entering the examination room.