Old Scars, Future Hearts

59

In class, the students were handed back their tests and Malia waved hers around excitedly. "Lydia? Lydia. Did you hear me? Look. I passed."

"'C-minus'," Lydia said.

"Your notes are great when they're not written in code."

Marika's test was handed back and she saw a 'B Another test was placed on Malia's desk . It was an 'F'. Coach frowned at her. "Disappointed, Malia. Profoundly disappointed."

Lydia pursed her lips a moment. "I'll send you my notes."

Kira looked between them. "It's over. The computers are off. No more assassins. No more murders. No one's dying."

"Not yet," Lydia whispered.

They shared a silent look, knowing that someone was going to die.

School ended and Marika  and Dmitri made their way home. Between all the supernatural stuff going on, the siblings found it necessary to get as much rest between things as they could.

---

The next day at school, as soon as they arrived, Liam and Stiles grabbed Marika's arms.

She pulled away and frowned. "What?"

Liam met her eyes. "Have you heard from Scott today?"

Stiles nodded. "Everything's fine. I got a text from him this morning and he said he might be a little late."

"Well, how late is late? Is he always late?"

Trying to calm Liam down, Marika said, "He's usually pretty good about time. Most of the time. You're playing Devenford Prep, right?"

Liam nodded. "This time, it's an actual game."

"Well, I'm sure you can beat their prep school asses."

Stiles glanced at her. "Be nice."

She gave a sarcastic smile.

Liam grew more and more worried by the minute. "He shouldn't be late."

"Who shouldn't be late?" Coach asked as he passed them.

Caleb looked up at him. "Scott and Kira are going to be slightly late."

Coach narrowed his eyes at them. "Slightly... Slightly is still late. What are they doing?"

"They're doing something that's going to make them late," Stiles answered.

"What could Scott and Kira be doing right now that's more important than playing in the first game?"

Their expressions became pained as Stiles shook his head. "Oh, Coach."

Stiles opened his mouth to say something else and Marika hit his shoulder, causing him to frown at her. "Scott wouldn't miss the first game. He'll be here. Trust me."

Coach glared at her. "I'll hold you to that, Hawthorne."

They walked out to the field and Liam said, "He's not gonna make it, is he?"

Stiles shook his head. "Probably not."

Time passed and Liam looked around. "They're still not here."

Stiles turned to him. "Okay, what's really going on? Are you nervous about the full moon? It's not for another 24 hours." Liam glanced up at the sky and nodded.

Dmitri glanced at the beta. "You'll be fine. Just... try not to wolf out on anyone."

Liam saw the calm expressions Stiles, Marika and Dmitri had and frowned. "You three aren't worried?"

Stiles finished lacing his gear as he said, "Okay, we're mildly concerned. Mildly."

Liam let out a groan. "We're gonna lose without him."

Stiles shook his head. "No we're not. We can be just as good as Scott. I've been practicing. Let me tell you something. I'm getting good. Really good."

Marika let out a scoff and Stiles shot her a look. "I'm glad you have so much faith in me."

She put on a faux smile. "Why don't you just do me a favor and kick their prep school asses, okay?"

"Okay. But you have to wish us luck. And you have to mean it."

"I do mean it."

"You're my good luck charm, Marika."

Marika raised a brow. "Um, okay. Best of luck, you two."

Dmitri frowned. "A, still here. B, Stiles, stop flirting with my sister."

They walked onto the field and as soon as the game began, Stiles showed himself to be a complete disaster, as usual. The ball hit him in the head and he tripped over his feet. Coach made his way over to Marika and Dmitri. "What is he doing?"

The blonde shrugged. "He's trying to play lacrosse."

"Where's McCall?"

"If Marika and I knew, we'd tell you," Dmitri told him.

Coach made his way back to the bench and Marika and Dmitri turned back to the field. The score was 0-4, in favor of Devenford.

The first quarter ended and Stiles sighed. "All right. Neither of them are answering. Marika? Dmitri? Are you two having any luck?"

Marika and Dmitri shook their heads as Liam stood and began to protest. "You're leaving? What are you going to tell Coach?"

"You'll figure it out. Just don't give anything away. You're a great lacrosse player, so play lacrosse."

Stiles, Marika and Dmitri made their way to the former's father and Malia appeared. "Want me to stay here if here if he shows up?"

"Yes," Stiles, Marika and Dmitri answered.

They made their way to the station and rejoined Stiles' dad.

Dmitri clapped his hands together as he said, "Okay, this is gonna sound kind of crazy, but hear me out. Scott and Kira texted us saying they'd be a little late. But that was hours ago, and we haven't heard from them since. Stiles, Mari and I tried calling them all day, but we've only gotten their voicemails. We've got to find them."

Sheriff Stilinski stood. "Then let's find them."

They made their way to Derek's loft and it looked like someone broke in.

Marika knelt down and picked up a piece of glass. "What happened here?"

He glanced down at her and said, "It was supposed to be a date. He asked if he could use the loft for the date."

Marika and Dmitri exchanged a concerned look.

"So they were both here?" the sheriff questioned.

Braeden nodded. "And they're both gone."

Stiles' phone rang, and he answered it. "Hi."

"Scott's been taken," Lydia informed.

Dmitri said in a worried tone, "Not just Scott. Kira as well."

Stiles frowned. "We're just not sure where."

Deaton looked at them. "Your friend already knows."

"Mexico," Lydia said, glancing between the group.

"And if you want to save his life, that's where you're going too."