From London Teen Wolf Fanfiction

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"Yeah" Stiles replied, "I've been trying"

Allison's voice came through the speaker, "well, reason with him"

"Reason?" Stiles asked, he ducked his head and lowered his voice, "have you met this guy?"

"Just try something"

Stiles huffed and ended the call, he looked over at Vicky and gave her a 'give me some help' look, "you're on your own Stilinski, after you ratted me out to Lyd and Allison" She shot him a quick smirk to show she wasn't too angry with him.

Stiles walked up the aisle and up to Coach Finstock who looked at him. She didn't bother to listen until she saw and felt Stiles' frustration. "Coach" he said, "it's five minutes for a bathroom break, okay? We've been o this thing for, like, three hours" he was stopped by Finstock blowing his whistle. "It's 60 miles to the next rest stop" again, the whistle stopped him.

Stiles' face would be priceless if Vicky could see it, she shared a look with Scott who was half watching Stiles. "Being cooped up for hours is not good", the sound of the whistle cut him off. "You know, our bladders aren't exactly".

Vicky's head started to hurt from the frequent whistle blasts, she rested her head against the seat in front of her until she heard Finstock shout at Stiles. "Get back to your seat, Stilinski!"

"Okay!" Stiles shouted back, he began to walk back when Vicky grabbed his attention, she pointed at Jared, and mimicked being sick. She grinned at the boy when he caught on what she was saying. Stiles smirked and went to sit next to Jared.

***

After everyone had piled off the bus, Vicky and Stiles helped Scott get off the bus, they were met by Lydia and Allison, who took over Scott's weight. Vicky avoided looking at her cousin and walked ahead, she caught Isaac's eye and smiled. When they got to the bathroom, Scott was placed on the floor and was drifting in and out of consciousness, Vicky lifted his t-shirt and uncovered the wound with black blood still oozing out of it. "Why didn't you tell us Scott?" She asked

"Sorry" Scott replied weakly.

"Give us a second" Allison said to the werewolf before straightening up and pacing around the room, "this shouldn't be happening. I've seen him heal from worse than this"

"What do we do?" Stiles asked, he lifted his arms in the air and let them fall back down, "call an ambulance?"

"And tell them we have a teenage werewolf who was attacked by a pack of alphas and is bleeding black blood, that's gonna go down well" Vicky replied, she scratched her head as Lydia piped up.

"It could be psychological"

"What like psychosomatic?" Allison asked

"Somatoformic" Lydia corrected

Stiles began to say it before Vicky defined it, "a physical illness from a psychogenic cause" she said, and pointed to her head, "it's all in his head"

"All in his head?" Stiles asked,

"Yeah" Vicky replied, "because of Derek, he's not letting himself heal because" she didn't finish the sentence because they were all thinking it.

"So," Allison said, "what do we do?"

"Stitch him up" Lydia replied, "All he needs is to believe it's healing, like what Vicky said earlier, she couldn't heal him fully because something was blocking her, because he blames himself for what happened"

Vicky was looking down at the ground and then reached into Lydia's purse, and handed Allison a sowing kit, which she took with shaking hands. "He's gonna need another shirt. Where's his bag?"

"I'm gonna get it" Stiles replied, he glanced at the sowing kit, "I hate needles anyway. So, do you know what you're doing?" Stiles asked anxiously.

"Yeah" Allison replied, "my father taught me"

"How fast are you gonna...The bus, the bus could leave?"

"Make sure it doesn't leave" Allison ordered.

"I'll help with that" Lydia said, she grabbed Stiles' arm and walked out of the bathroom.

Vicky was still staring at the wall, not really paying attention to her surroundings when Allison caught her out of the trance, "Vick" she said, "you okay?"

"Yeah" Vicky said, she looked down at Allison, "need any help?"

"Do you have a lighter?"

"I have something better" Vicky clicked her fingers and lowered it onto a piece of paper on the floor, it caught fire. "That'll sterilise it"

She heard Isaac mention her name outside, she looked at Allison and Scott, "you gonna be okay on your own?"

"Yeah" Allison replied, she looked down at Scott, and nodded, "I'll be fine" she said more to herself.

Vicky got up and walked out to where Isaac and Boyd were stood, they were leaning against the side of the bus, watching people jump on and off. "Boys" Vicky smiled as she walked closer.

"Vicky" Isaac replied, "we were just talking about you"

"I know, I heard" She replied, looking at Boyd, "have you calmed down now?"

"Yeah" he then sniffed the air and looked at Vicky's shoulder. "Are you bleeding?"

"No" Vicky replied, touching her shoulder, she looked at the werewolves who were glaring at her, "okay, I may have ripped some of the stitches"

"Can't Allison stitch you back up?" Boyd asked, Isaac nodded in agreement.

"Even better, I'll do it myself" Vicky rolled her eyes and went to walk back towards Scott and Allison when Isaac grabbed her good arm.

"Was it him?" Isaac nodded at Ethan who was talking to Danny.

"No" Vicky replied, "you were there." She walked closer and lowered her voice, "you two just want someone to blame, and the nearest person is Ethan, it wasn't him that hurt Scott, it was Ennis,"

"But he was there" Boyd growled

"He didn't hurt Scott" Vicky growled back

"He helped kill Derek"

Vicky let go of Isaac's arm and opened her mouth, she didn't know what to say and walked off. "Vicky" Isaac shouted after her, "come on, Vicky"

"Hey, Alli" Vicky said as she walked in, she saw her just finishing stitching Scott up. "Got any thread left for me?"

Allison looked up at the girl, she had tears in her eyes. "Yeah Vick, sure, where are you hurt?"

"Shoulder" Vicky pulled her hoodie off and showed her best friend the gash from last night, Allison glanced at the blonde and sucked in breath.

"Ouch" she whispered, and tied some of the thread on the needle, "can you do the fire thing again?"

Vicky nodded and clicked her fingers, which lit up with fire again, Allison held the needle in the flames until it was red hot and pulled it back out, she glanced at Vicky. "Do you want to stand or sit down for this?"

"What's easier for you?"

"Sit down"

***

Scott gasped for air as Allison finished stitching up Vicky's shoulder, they both turn around to him with relief plastered on their faces, "oh Scott, thank god" Allison said as both girls helped lift him up into a standing position, they gave him a shirt to put on.

"Scott" Vicky said, she lifted her head to the buses direction and started to walk out, "gonna need your help"

They both ran out and saw Isaac pummelling Ethan by the tree, Vicky and Scott pushed through the group of people and Scott shouted. "Isaac". Which seemed to bring him out of his fuel induced rage, he glanced up at Scott guiltily and then at Vicky who was watching him angrily.

"The show's over guys" Vicky shouted at everyone, "back on the bus". She pushed some of the kids forward and walked to the bus herself, Finstock clapped her on the back.

"Way to get them moving Martin"