Into the Wreckage ▸ Scott McCall (3)

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iv. BLINDED

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Foster was without a doubt on edge as of right now. Considering the fact that Scott was currently going to meet up with Peter to discuss the Derek situation, after Peter informed Foster he wanted to kill the aforementioned werewolf, Foster was not pleased. It wasn't like should could even tell Scott either because of her father.

Who was also currently texting her about being home for dinner. She sighed, shooting him a quick message about how she had a bigger fish to fry as of right now. And that one happened to be a fifteen year old Derek Hale, which was all kinds of bizarre even for people who endure the supernatural world daily.

Which was why Foster and Stiles were currently entering the McCall residence, Derek Hale trailing behind them. He had finally agreed to allowing them to help him, making it so that they can now have him safe and away from Kate Argent. The last thing they needed was for her to get her hands on him and do whatever it was she initially planned to. The sooner they got Derek back to his regular self, the better off they would all be.

The lighting was dim as Foster jammed the key Scott gave her into the doorknob, pushing it open while Stiles explained, "We're just gonna wait here for Scott. We're gonna sit quietly and not call or talk to anyone."

"Unless they're us or Scott," Foster added in quickly, the two teenagers turning to face the boy once they entered the living room.

"No," Stiles corrected immediately. "You can talk to Foster, but not me."

Foster's nose crinkled, the blonde pointing out, "Stiles, that doesn't make any sense."

"Good," Derek said as they continued toward the kitchen. "I actually like her."

"Fine."

Pointing in the direction of the kitchen, Derek then inquired, "Can I talk to him?"

Foster and Stiles whipped around at that, the duo's eyes widening at the sight of Agent McCall in the center of the kitchen with a paper bag filled with Chinese food. Just the scent of it made Foster's mouth water, but there were currently other situations at hand. Ones that did not satisfy her hunger for fried rice and beef. 

McCall turned to face the three teenagers, almost confused by their presence. Then again, he knew he should be used to Scott's friends randomly coming in and out of the house without warning. It seemed to be a normal thing around here. 

Foster was currently in a state of panic, knowing that Derek and McCall meeting could very well be a recipe for complete and utter disaster. If McCall or Derek said the wrong thing at any point in time, this entire charade was up and Stiles and Foster would be screwed.

"Oh!" Stiles practically yelped in shock, his palm raised as he grimaced. He was taking in McCall's tall and seemingly growing height. "Are you getting taller?"

Confused, McCall asked instead, "What are you guys doing here?"

Not listening to Stiles' key rule about not speaking to anyone here, Derek informed, "Waiting for Scott."

"So am I," McCall voiced, Foster's eyes widening. She remembered Scott mentioning something to her earlier that morning about how he promised to have dinner with his dad tonight. She didn't blame him for forgetting, especially after the day they've had. None of them could anticipate that Derek's mind was aged back, too. "We're supposed to have dinner. I brought extra, are you guys hungry?"

"Yeah," Derek answered brightly while Stiles was quick to shoot in, "No."

Derek glanced toward Stiles in pure confusion, Stiles continuing on, "No, we're not hungry."