Departure ↠ Argent [3]

15. Fragments

"Allison, pick up the damn phone," I breathe as I press my cell phone to my ear, staring at a bright yellow bus, gathered in a group of people. Supposedly Stiles had made a bomb and it was now sitting on the bus, waiting for Officer Parrish to examine it. I just wanted to call Allison and fill her in.

I tap my foot as I watch Parrish walk onto the bus slowly, saying something, but I couldn't make out what. John stands farther out in front of the crowd as he watches closely, saying every now and again that we all needed to keep back. Stiles was at my left side while Scott was on my right, both of them biting their nails. Kira had ran off to find her parents, and I had no idea what had happened to the twins.

"Anything?" Stiles says to me, his eyes flicking up to my phone. I shake my head as it rings one last time, going dead after. This was the third time now that I've tried calling her, getting nothing. I was worried as hell for her, but I knew she had to be okay. She must be with Lydia.

I shove my phone back into my pocket, making sure to turn the ringer up in case she called back. "Nothing."

Scott glances over at me, his eyes flicking down to my pocket where my phone was. "She didn't answer?"

"She must be with Lydia," I say, watching Parrish stand back up inside of the bus. "I haven't heard from her either."

"Anything from Jade?" Scott says, causing me to shoot him a weird glance. For some reason, everything that Scott was saying triggered something in my mind that made me think he was trying to get under my skin. I knew he wasn't, but I knew he still liked Allison, and he's thrown the idea of Jade and I being together in my face before; granted it was when we both were high on wolfsbane at that Motel, but still. It bothered me.

I grit my teeth. "I haven't talked to her for the past week, if that. She's been doing her own thing lately."

"I had seen her at the hospital with Isaac," Scott mentions, something I had yet to hear about. "I just thought maybe you knew."

Why in the hell was Jade at the hospital for Isaac? It was weird of her to me. I don't think much of it though as I look back up, seeing Parrish walking back towards the front of the bus with something in his hand. It must not have been a bomb.

"Sir, it's not a bomb, but there was something else in the box," I hear Parrish say through John's walkie talkie, holding something up in the glass windshield on the bus. I have to squint to see what it was, but the moment my eyes read the words Stilinski and Stiles' hand barely brushed across my arm, everything around me began to change.

Suddenly, I was standing in the police department, watching everyone around me flee left and right for a reason unknown to me. Everything seems so distant and far off from me, not the same way it had always felt when I got a vision. I assumed that this was from the past, but the more I looked around, I realized that it was from the future. It had to be, but how?

I turn in a circle as I take it all in, trying to figure out what was happening. It wasn't until I faced John's office when I saw a box sitting there on the desk, almost as if it was telling me that it meant something. The gears in my mind start to spin like clockwork then; and suddenly, I realized that the bomb wasn't on the bus, it was here, at the police department. I had no clue how I came to that conclusion, but it was like something was telling me...warning me.

"Corey!" I hear Scott yell then, everything around me changing back to the present. I gasp as I look around me, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Stiles just stares at me with confusion, almost as if he didn't know what had just happened. It confused me. "What just happened?"

"The bomb," I breathe, shaking my head. "The bomb isn't here, it's at the police department."

Stiles narrows his eyes at me, like it wasn't really him. I barely notice this before Scott was shouting at John, telling him what I just said. Suddenly, everyone was sent into a panic as they ran to their cars, wanting to get to the police department for their loved ones, for their men, for their officers.