Risk it all < C. Argent

10 {Revenge}

The thing about coma patients, especially ones who can apparently communicate telepathically, is that it's hard. You only get one to two words tops, and it's a puzzle trying to figure out what they're talking about.

That was what Sawyer was currently trying to do. Playing finish the puzzle with only two pieces.

It didn't help that she was still going through withdrawals. The times she would try to concentrate, try to figure out what was happening, her brain would get fuzzy, her hands would shake, and eventually she would get overly frustrated, giving up on the whole thing, just to crash and fall asleep, waking up to do it all over again.

"Stop her." Sawyer mumbled over and over again as her mind tried to come up with some kind of answer, her hands wringing together, a constant movement that helped her not think about anything other than the task at hand. There wasn't many 'hers' in Beacon Hills that Peter would have any type of connection with.

Sawyer was getting tired, the moon was up, the rays shining through the blinds of her window. A yawn had escaped her as she had put the puzzle away for the night, turning over on her side as much as she could as her hooded eyes closing.

She had been let out of her restraints earlier in the day, the nurses and doctors finding that once she was in the vicinity of the oldest Hale, she seemed to be fine. Odd, but fine.

As she drifted into sleep, one phrase seemed to pass through her lips, though she didn't seem to notice.

revenge

Revenge

REVENGE

As a single stream of blood leaked from the inner corner of her eye, she started to dream.

She was on a bus, it was dark as she went t about every row of seats, sweeping, cleaning as the bus was to be used for a trip the next day.

A movement caught her eye, Sawyer stopping what she was doing, she leaned over one of the seats to get a better view outside. When she saw nothing, she shrugged, going back to cleaning the bus.

Not before something heavy landed on the roof, Sawyer's brown eyes finding the spot immediately, her heart beat racing. It seamed that as she moved, what ever it was moved as well, causing panic to set in.

Nearing the back of the bus, Sawyer's eyes were blown wide as a clawed paw reached down, embedded themselves into the metal of the bus, ripping off the back door with one foul swoop.

Sawyer crept away as the creature seemed to make itself known, it's bright red eyed staring into her brown ones. "Stop her." It hissed as Sawyer turned around, going to sprint to the other end of the bus, but one of the beasts clawed paws sunk into her leg, causing her to let out a blood curdling scream.

"Sully! Sully!" Derek shouted at the still sleeping girl who was screaming in some kind of pain. Her face was a mess of bloody tears as Derek panicked, thinking of the only way to elicit a response from her. "Sawyer!" Derek growled, his steel blue eyes on display, his voice darker and deeper as his fangs and claws were on display.

Sawyer sat up, a gasp coming from her lips as she clung onto the first thing that she came into contact with, which happened to be Derek. A nurse came rushing in, the tiredness in her eyes showed heavily as Derek rubbed Sawyer's back. "It's just a nightmare." He told the nurse, completely shifted back, and she nodded.

"You really shouldn't be in here." The nurse told him and he nodded. "I know. Let me get her calmed down and I'll leave." He told the nurse and she nodded, seeing how the girl seemed to already be calming down just with his presence.

As the nurse walked out, Sawyer's head came from Derek's shoulder.
"I saw him." Sawyer whispered to him in the still dark room. "Who?" "The alpha." She told him as Derek stopped. "What do you mean? What happened?" Derek asked frantically, wanting to know as much as possible, but Sawyer's eyes widened as a cry came from her lips. "Sully? What's happening?" Derek asked as he noticed blood coming from her hospital gown. "Scott." She whimpered out as she breathed through the pain. The blood pattern reveling three claw marks.

"Tell me what you saw." Derek told her. "What? It was a dream." "It could be important. If you saw the alpha, it must be important." Derek told her and she sighed as she retold her dream.

"What does it mean?" Sawyer asked after she finished looking up at Derek. "I don't know, but I'll find out." He told her as he went over to the sink, wetting a paper towel, then back to Sawyers side. Gently wiping away the bloody streaks, she seemed to relax into him.

"Thank you." Sawyer whispered into the dark room. "For what?" "For never treating me differently. You still treat me like the weird girl you met in eight grade. You'll never know how much that means to me." Sawyer told him. "Sully, you're not weird. You're part of the supernatural, just like me. We're in this together." He told her as brown eyes met green.

"Everyone thinks I'm a basket case, that I'm some druggie that can't get clean. I don't want to be like this. I just don't want to deal with it anymore." She would him as tear, actual tears fell from her eyes. "I promise I will make it better. I can't fix it, or fix you, there's nothing to fix, but I'll make it better, I promise." He told her as he brought the McCall girl into a hug.

Easing out of the hug, he looked at her. "I'll be back okay. I just have to check on something." "And on my brother. Please." She said with pleading eyes. "Last time I tried to help him he got me arrested." "He's a stupid kid, Derek. He's scarred. Just please, make sure he's not dead at least." Sawyer asked and he nodded. "Thanks." "You're welcome. Try to get some rest, okay." Derek told her as he tucked her in. "I will." She said, her voice heavy from sleep as Derek leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Goodnight Sully."

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As Derek stood back by the back of the bus, he saw where the door was tore off just like how Sawyer described, how blood splatter coated the inside, and how Scott's scent seemed to be inside as well.

Making his way back into the tree line, Derek thought about his mother's words, on how she described why Sawyer was different.

"Well, an empath can be one of three types, emotional, physical, or intuitive. I've never met one that has more than one type. You seem to already exhibit two of the three."

If she is now seeing what is happening to people she cares about, the intuitive portion of her empath abilities coming forward, how long did she have. Because there was one thing his mother had left out, that Derek had heard as Peter and Talia argued after the three kids had went to bed.

"If she doesn't get the bite before all three sides of her empath abilities come to fruition, what happens to her?" Peter asked his sister, worried for the girl. Talia put her head in her hands as she sighed. "She dies Peter. Her human body won't be able to handle her abilities. Her body will give out on her before the third becomes completely evolved."

A/N: I'm sorry for the long time  in between updates. I had bad writers block on this story and hopefully I got back in my grove. Let me know what you think of this chapter in the comments!