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Inside the animal clinic, a week ago, there was Scott McCall, Lydia Martin and Stiles Stilinski, talking about where Derek could possibly be, whilst possibly worried about Phoebe's memories never coming back.
"Okay, how long has it been?" Stiles asks.
"Weeks–––he hasn't gotten back to any of my texts." Scott sighs out.
Stiles curiously looks at him. "Has Derek ever gotten back to any of your texts?"
"Once–––definitely one." Scott answers, a worried look on his face. "But, this time–––it felt different, so, i went to his loft, the alarm was on and everything looked okay." Scott then threw a couple of photos on the desk. "Until i found these."
"I send them to Deaton and he said it's a mark of a family of Hunters, based off in Mexico–––The Calaveras." Scott adds.
"Why would they take Derek?" Lydia confusingly asks.
"They wouldn't have killed him, would they?" Stiles asks.
"I don't think so–––." Scott sighs out, him then looking at the Banshee. "That's why you're here."
Lydia's eyes widened in shock, pain waves passed through her, feeling of death wavering over her, concerning Scott.
"Lydia? What, is he dead?" Scott impatiently asks.
"No, but, he isn't alive either." Lydia whispers.
Stiles confusingly frowns. "Wh-what does that even mean?"
Lydia sighs out. "I-i don't know–––guys, i think Phoebe is a little more experienced in this."
"But, seeing as she doesn't recognize any of us, she isn't exactly willing to help any of us." Stiles says with a sigh.
"And, that's why Finn's been there, trying to make her remember, since he's the only one she really feels comfortable with." Scott states.
"Well, what do we do now?" Lydia sighs out.
"If the Calaveras took Derek then–––we're gonna have to go Mexico." Scott then says.
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Finn Cortez and Phoebe Vaughn walked on the side of where the cemetery was during the daylight, the blonde looking at the stones that was planted on the ground, names engraved which she couldn't recognize, ones that Finn that told her about.
"Feeling something?" Finn asks.
"Yeah, i think you're a psychotic nutjob, taking me to a cemetery this early, i mean, who even are these people?" Phoebe confusingly asks.
Phoebe's eyes then landed on a name.
KATE ARGENT
"Kate Argent?" Phoebe scrunched up her face in confusion. "You do know that 'argent' means 'silver' in french, right? So, what? Silver? That doesn't make any sense, or preferably a Huntress?" Phoebe curiously asks. "She's dead, it's a good thing, isn't it?" Phoebe shrugs.
"Mhm, you're getting somewhere." Finn agrees. "Definitely Huntress."
"And, who names someone Landon Hunt?" Phoebe scoffs, clearly oblivious to the guy she had killed. "Did they forget how to spell 'london'?"
Finn placed a finger over his lips.
"Shh, no making no fun of the dead."
Phoebe shrugs, her saying in such a care-free attitude. "Who cares? They can't hear me."
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WANNA BE YOURS, SCOTT MCCALL
Fanfictionscott mccall and phoebe vaughn had always hated each other, but scott never truly hated her, phoebe thought he did so she just played along with it. all scott wanted was for her to be happy, happy, yes, but with him, not with those idiots she seemed...
