NIGHTMARES, DEREK HALE

🍒010; Idea of Yours

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At the Sheriff's Station, Lydia Martin was talking with Deputy Parrish and Sheriff Stilinski.

The Stilinski man sighing out at the younger Martin, seeing her still around. "What are you still doing here? Your brother and sister has went home, why don't you? It's later, Lydia."

"Chai isn't home, he went to see Malia, since she was too stubborn to see him and Maia isn't home, after her almost dying due to electricity–––she's with Deaton and Derek." Lydia states with a smile.

"Lydia, please, go home!" Sheriff groans out.

Lydia crossed her arms over her chest. "Not until Meredith talks."

Sheriff sighs out frustratedly. "Lydia, i promise she'll talk and when she does i'll let you know, just trust me on this, everyone talks eventually."

"Then, let me try." Lydia suggests.

"No! After what happened those two times? No, way!" Sheriff denies.

"Sheriff, come on! Please!" Lydia pleads.

"No!" Sheriff exclaims.

"I've gotten to her before-." Lydia was saying.

"Actually–––as i remembered she remained in a calm state because of Maia, you were pushing her, Lydia." Parrish reminds.

Lydia sighs out. "Fine, i'll call Maia, if that makes everyone happy, can i still talk to her??"

Sheriff sighs out deeply, him then looking at Parrish, who didn't know what to say.

"Wait, isn't Maia still a little unconscious?" Sheriff concerningly asks.

"Here's what i'm going to do, if she answers, she isn't, if she doesn't, she is, simple." Lydia shrugs, her then taking out her phone.

Sheriff sighing out at the Martin, slightly shaking his head, as if he had no more words left to say.

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Maia Martin laid unconscious on a metal bed, her skin pale as a dead body, her looking like she was barely breathing.

Derek Hale sat on a counter table, his legs dangling on the edge, his jeans scratching against the drawers, his green eyes staring at his unconscious girlfriend.

Deaton then noticed the worried look on Derek's face as he walked to the Martin girl, an injection in between his fingers. "She's okay, for now."

Derek's eyes quickly directed to Deaton. "What do you mean, 'for now'?"

"It means–––she's supposed to be wakening up any second now, but if she doesn't..." Deaton says, pressing an injection into her skin on her neck, the needle digging into her vein.

"Yo-you know, that doesn't really help my state at the moment." Derek nervously looks at her.

Derek then jumped off of the table, him going towards her, her fingers swiping across her neck, her dark red hair tangled in his fingers, placing a couple of her locks away from her neck.

"Look at this, the mark–––it's all gone, and-." Derek was saying anxiously.

"It's something to do with Kate, isn't it? When she switched you back to your teenage self you had no recollection of Maia, because you didn't know about her." Deaton interjects.

"You think Kate did it intentionally? But, how would she know how to do it?" Derek confusingly asks.

Deaton didn't give him an answer, instead her looks at Maia, hoping for a reaction.