lionheart; liam dunbar

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Octavia hurriedly picked up her brother from the back of Stiles's Jeep and ran through the rain into the clinic, lying him down on the table Deaton had cleared for him.

Unconscious, he looked so peaceful and familiar that Octavia smiled, remembering the good old days before the fire set by Kate Argent had ruined their lives.

"Wow," Deaton breathed.

"Wow, as in 'I know what this is and exactly what to do' wow? 'Cause that's the kind of wow we're hoping for," Stiles rambled.

"I think you might be overestimating my abilities," Deaton replied as Octavia held one of her brother's hands in both of hers.

"He's cold," she stated. "Really cold."

Deaton mimicked her actions, before shining a light into Derek's eyes.

"Is this permanent?" the younger Hale asked nervously, still firmly clasping Derek's hand within her own.

"I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate," the doctor replied. "This is well beyond my expertise."

"So...what do we do with him?" Stiles asked.

"Until he wakes up? Probably not much," Deaton responded. "It's probably best to leave him with me. He'll be safe."

"From Kate?"

"If she's alive, and she is what you say she is, she won't be able to walk through that gate," Deaton replied.

"Why would she want to do this to him?" Lydia spoke up for the first time in the conversation.

"Knowing Kate, it's probably for a reason that won't be good for anyone but her," Deaton said ominously, then changing the subject. "You know, you guys should probably go home. He doesn't look to be in any danger. So maybe you guys should go home and sleep. It is a school night. You all should start taking care of your own lives again."

"There's no way in hell I'm leaving my brother," Octavia stated firmly. "Especially when I don't know what's happening to him."

"I'll stay with him," Lydia reassured the fiery brunette, placing a hand on her shoulder. "My grades are fine. Not to be rude, but yours...not so much."

"I'm still not entirely okay with this," Octavia replied, looking down at her seventeen year old brother.

"Guys, go."

"Text us if anything happens," Octavia finally muttered, running her fingers lightly through her brother's hair before leaving, dragging a still protesting Stiles with her.

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Octavia stepped into the loft quietly, making sure there were no intruders before switching the lights on. Without Derek there to fill up the space with his bad jokes and comforting smiles, the room seemed cold and empty.

She suddenly heard Peter's voice from where he was sitting on the couch, startling her. "And where have you been?"

"Jesus Christ, Peter!" she exclaimed, holding a hand over her heart like an old lady. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Checking up on you. Are you going to answer my question?"

"It's none of your business," she spat back. "You're not my dad, stop acting like it."

"I care about you, O," he replied calmly, standing up and walking over to her. "It might not seem like it sometimes, but I really do. Did you at least get something to eat?"

"Yeah," she replied sleepily, walking over to her bed and taking her shoes and jacket off before letting her head hit the pillow. "Mexican."

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