Sagesse ☾ Derek Hale {2}

forty-one; cops and robbers

Lydia.

I sit up quickly, wiping the tears from under my eyes. Without thinking I stand to my feet, but stumble slightly when it feels like the room pulsates for second around me. I shake my head and move forward, ripping open the door. I move quickly till I get to the landing of the stairway and then stop at sight before me. Scott stands a few feet in front of me and I notice the claws and fangs out first. then, I hesitate before taking a single step away...how do I know if this is him or something my mind is making up? "Scott?"

His head suddenly snaps up and within a second his face clears. His eyes snap to the book seat behind me, looking almost surprised to find it empty. He takes a deep inhale of air before looking back to and I notice the line of sweat covering his forehead. Something is very wrong.

One word leaves his lips before he turns to move down the stairs, "Lydia." I nod before moving to follow him just as quickly. With my mind feeling clearer by the second, we both push around people looking for her desperately. "Have you seen Lydia?" I sigh as another head shakes no, and then Scott and I land outside by the pool again. "Lydia! Where is she?" 

We both stop to spin around, but I never find her face in the crowd of people.

I do see someone else that makes me freeze. I notice Stiles sitting on the ground, against one of the brick pillars by the pool. I tap Scott's arm before moving over to him. I notice Scott grab a water bottle on the way and by the telling sad and far away look on Stiles' face, I think it's needed.

I crouch down in front of Stiles and grasp his shoulder, "Hey, Stiles. Are you okay?" He doesn't answer me, instead just turns his head to look away from my gaze. Scott then moves closer, holding out the open water bottle towards him, but again nothing. 

"Stiles, look at me. Drink the water," He continues to remain silent and just stares at the grass nearby with that heartbroken look on his face. Scott sighs deeper this time, still pushing the bottle in his direction, "Something's happening, and I need you to sober up right now. Come on, Stiles!" 

I roll my eyes, tired of tonight, and tired of seeing this look on Stiles' face. I move closer and grab Stiles' shoulders tightly, "If we wanna sober him up fast, we're gonna have to do better than this." Scott looks at me with a mix of surprise and confusion. I don't say a word before turning him and dunking his head under the water for just a few seconds, then yank him back up.

He gasps loudly, wiping the water from his eyes, and sputters. I shake his shoulders lightly and his eyes meet mine, "How do you feel?"

He rolls his eyes and takes another deep breathe, "Like I am revisiting my policy on hitting girls." I roll my eyes before standing and pulling him up with me. 

"We have to find Lydia. There's something wrong with those drinks she made, it's making everybody go crazy." His eyes meet mine for a second and I wonder by the emotion in them if he had a moment himself. We all then turn and decide to continue our search, but then suddenly I notice people being thrown into the pool and a loud yell coming from the crowd, "Wait, no! I can't swim, I can't swim!" 

I take a step forward at the voice I've grown to somewhat know. My fingertips start buzzing and my hands form fist as if it's habit. I shake my head as I see two guys lift Matt in the air and toss him into the pool. Time seems to slow down as he begins splashing around and right before I grab Scott to help me yank him from the pool, someone else does. Jackson, without hesitation, steps forward and pulls Matt from the pool with one arm.

They both stand side by side and I watch as Jackson glares at anyone in sight. I take a deep inhale of air at the sight. As if he was Matt's guard dog. More like his Kanima. "What? What're you looking at?" I jump when Matt yells out before moving forward back into the house. I step slightly to the side out of the way, but he stops in front of the three of us. His clothes are literally dripping wet and if it weren't for the murderous look in his eyes, and what I've just figured out, I might feel bad for him.