Treachery || Stilinski

Eleven: amnesia and chaos rising

Emma's P.O.V:

"Basically, I don't remember whatever it is I did to help bring back Isaac's memories."

It feels good to finally let it all out.

"Well no shit, Sherlock," Stiles sarcastically scoffs.

I stand up, walking back and forth the table full of maps of the city, trying to stand as far as possible from Peter.

"I know you knew, okay?" I say. "But can you please tell me what happened?"

Stiles sits down. "I don't know exactly what happened, okay? Just that you built a bridge to Isaac's mind to get his memories back and then Derek got in the way."

That would explain a lot of things. I close my eyes and try to reach Stiles' mind, just to make sure our connection's still there.

"Stiles?"

"Yeah?"

I smile.

"I love you."

"I love you too," he says out loud.

"What the hell are you doing?" Peter asks, finally moving from his spot in the corner of the room.

"Uh, I love her, man," Stiles says, not taking his eyes off me.

He's so cute.

"If you really want to know what happened, I can help," Peter says, showing his claws.

"I'm not letting those anywhere near me," I immediately answer.

Peter laughs. "I get it; I know I misbehaved in the past, but coming back to life has really got me thinking. I want to help Derek, okay?"

Yeah, right; Peter Hale.

Stiles and I look at each other.

"You just want to help him because he's the Alpha, don't you?" Stiles asks.

"I'm not going to hurt her," he says, ignoring the question. "I've done this before; I can get your memories back."

Stiles' P.O.V:

Even though I don't want him to, Emma's allows Peter to help her get her memories.

Peter Hale shouldn't be someone we should trust and I don't even know what his deal with Peter is.

I bite my nails all the time Peter's claws are on Emma's neck. Several minutes of torture go in front of my eyes. Emma's eyes are closed; at least she doesn't look like she's in pain.

When it's finally over, Peter comes back to himself as he takes his claws out of her skin. I look for something to help stop the bleeding.

"Did you get anything?" I ask the werewolf.

"Yes," Peter says. "Yes; and it's not a good thing. What are the walls made of?"

"What? Uh I don't know, like, wood and brick...is that the only thing you got from my memories?" Emma says, not daring to move.

"No, I mean the vault! The walls, what are they made out of? Where would it say that?" Peter insists, going through the maps.

I try to help him look for the material. This has been bugging me as well; why the bank and no any other place? Why waiting three full moons?

"Doesn't say anything," I sigh.

"Oh, hang on," Emma says, trying to move as fast as possible. I know she's already healing but I'm still worried about all the bleeding. "Yeah, here, hang on."