𝐏𝐲𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 || Liam Dunbar

- 𝐎𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 -

California, Beacon Hills

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"Guys, back off. You can get your gear tomorrow." Coach warned, gesturing for the crowd that had formed around the police scene to step back. "If anybody sees Garrett, you notify the police immediately." He said sternly. "And tell him he's off the team." He then added, sighing.

Carmen's attention was quickly drawn by a certain deputy. She whistled low under her breath, causing Aurora to glance at her. She followed her gaze to the young deputy, "That's Jordan Parrish." She explained. Carmen raised her eyebrows, turning to Aurora with a grin. They gave each other a knowing look before erupting into giggles. "What?" Liam asked, tilting his head slightly, Aurora and Carmen's laughter grew louder at his question.

"Carmen!" Stiles skidded to a halt infront of the redhead and her smile slowly fell at his frantic behaviour. "It's Brett," he breathed out, "He's asking for you."

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"What is happening to him!?" Carmen asked as she followed them into the Veterinarian Clinic, Derek and Stiles helped him onto the operating table. "He's been poisoned by a rare wolfsbane," Derek murmured, staring in horror at Brett's drowsy state.

"I need to make an incision and you need to hold him as still as possible." Deaton ordered and they obeyed. Derek moved to one side, a hand on his shoulder and the other on his forearm. Stiles and Carmen took the other side, Stiles had two hands holding down his chest and Carmen held his arm. She glanced at Brett as his hand slipped into hers, squeezing it tightly for comfort. She squeezed his hand back, giving him a reassuring smile, although her expression of confidence failed, she was terrified.

Deaton approached Brett, brandishing a small surgical knife. Instantly, Brett's grip tightened on Carmen's hand and she winced in pain as he began to thrash about on the table. "Hey, Derek, Carmen, how 'bout a little werewolf strength?" Stiles suggested sarcastically. "Yeah, we aren't the only ones here with werewolf strength." Derek said through gritted teeth.

They had discovered a few hours ago Brett was also a werewolf, as he had appeared on the second third of the deadpool list.

"If you can't hold him still, the incision might kill him." Deaton warned, his confident tone unwavering as the knife moved closer to Brett's heaving chest.

"Derek, he's slipping. I don't think I can hold him!" Stiles moved his hands away swiftly as his grasp loosened. An unfamiliar man to Carmen, suddenly emerged, placing a firm hand on Brett's shoulder. "I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself." The man shrugged nonchalantly as Brett now struggled to move at all under his hold.

"Yeah, maybe more than a little..." Carmen murmured, her eyes widening at his strength. The man grinned at her, his eyes narrowing slightly, "And who might you be?" His voice was soothing and relaxed even in a situation like this. "Not the time for chitchat!" Stiles interrupted as Deaton carefully sliced a line down Brett's chest.

His thrashing instantly stopped as purple gas emitted from the new gash in his front. The room went silence as they watched him.

"Hey Doc, I don't think he's breathing. Is he okay?" Stiles broke the silence, watching them from the corner of the room. "I think he'll be fine, but probably out for a while." Deaton explained, his gaze scanning Brett's face.