Treachery || Stilinski

Sixteen: druids and unleashed

Emma's P.O.V:

I know that skipping school is a bad idea. And considering Ms Blake went all Harries on me, I'll probably get a detention tomorrow.

"Stop torturing yourself, we already left," Stiles laughs from the driver's seat. "We need to do this, Emma."

"What if Lydia's right?" I ask. Stiles had told me Lydia said we should leave this to someone human, like his dad. Truth is he's having a pretty rough time since he only knows half of the story.

If he could only find a pattern, it would be so much easier. Then again, he had both Peter's and Matt's killing pattern and still couldn't catch them and not because he is a bad police man, but because this is bigger than all of us.

"What if the murderer finds out we're going after them and decides to kill us?"

"You're not a virgin, Miss Lee, and none of us own a little dog," he attempts to joke.

"Stiles..."

"I'm just trying to break the tension, okay? I know it is incredibly dangerous and even a little bit stupid, but this can't stand. Heather's gone, Emma. And so many innocent people will be gone. We have to protect them."

"Why? Why we have to protect them so much?" I insist. Maybe we could stay back for once.

"One, because my father can't...at least not alone," he starts. "And two, because one of them could be a friend of us; no one else dies, Emma. Not anymore."

I think about all the people I've lost in my life. I think about my dad, who's safe far away from this crazy town. And I think about my mom and how much Heather reminded me of her.

I think about Isaac's father, Kate Argent, Allison's mother, Erica, the people Matt killed through Jackson, the people Peter Hale killed last year. All of them weren't exactly saints, but no one deserves to die the way they did.

"You're right," I decide with a sigh. "No one else dies... I don't know why we didn't think of Deaton before."

Stiles parks in the Animal Clinic and gives me a sweet kiss before getting out of the car. I follow him inside and Deaton appears from the back room as soon as he hears the door swinging open. The Clinic isn't closed for once, but I'm afraid it'll be after this conversation.

"Stiles, Emma," he says, faking surprise. He knew we would come and ask him questions any time soon. "You're out of school earlier."

"Uh, yeah," I lie. "Free period, actually."

"We were just headed home to see my dad," Stiles says, taking a step further into the Clinic. "He's, you know, I guess you probably heard people are kind of getting murdered again. It's his job to figure it out."

"I gathered as much from the sheriff title," is Deaton's answer.

"It gets kind of hard for him to do his job when he doesn't have all the information. And we all know he's missing pretty much half the story here, right? So then I started thinking, and I remembered someone who does have a lot of information...someone who always seems to know more than anyone else around here," Stiles says and there's a little trace of desperation in his voice when he adds: "You."

Deaton is not surprised. He knows stuff. And even though I tried to gather as much information from him as possible, the source of knowledge seems to never reach its end.

"Deaton, when you agreed to teach me things such as druids, supernatural creatures and healing abilities, you didn't tell me everything. And I get it, you don't have to, and you didn't need to back then," I say, taking Stiles' hand to feel the security he radiates all the time. "I don't know how you can stand watching these people die. Scott, Stiles, me and all our friends can't. We want to help, but we can't if you don't tell us what the hell is going on."