Slightly Amazing (Slightly series---Teen Wolf)

CHAPTER SEVEN---Currents

"So what are you saying?" Dad asked Ms. McCall and Scott, Stiles and I standing with him. "Hang on, hang on. They were both in the car?"

"No, Dad, they're trying to tell you that it was two separate kidnappings, okay?" Stiles asked.

I nodded. "Two doctors, both gone."

"So whose car is this?" Dad asked, looking at the car that got wrecked.

"Dr. Hilyard, the on-call doctor," Ms. McCall answered. "The E.R. attending is the one that never mae it in."

"Let me just focus on getting your story first, okay?"

"Yeah."

"Guys, give us a second."

We inched away as Scott asked, "These are definitely sacrifices, right?"

"Yeah, it's one Deaton said," Stiles answered. "Healers."

"What about Danny? He threw up mistletoe. That's not a coincidence, and if he hadn't been with Ethan, he probably would've died. Danny's not a healer. I--"

I nodded to the dispatch radio Dad was listening to behind them. "Can you hear that?"

Scott turned around, looking at him, focusing. Then he looked back at me and Stiles. "They found a body."

Another one. Great. Let me guess. It was the E.R. attending.

"Good morning," Ms. Blake said to Mr. Harris' chemistry class. "As you all know, Mr. Harris is still missing--I mean, sick. Anyway, I'm filling in while we all hope and pray for a more qualified substitute to take my place." She put on a smile. "Okay, so let's get started, shall we?"

I was sitting across the room from Stiles and Scott, so I had no idea what was said or done until Scott ran out, and Stiles pulled me out of class as he called Dad. "The Darach took Deaton."

Oh, crap . . .

Are you kidding me? The guy had saved us how many times? And now he was gone, taken, about to get his head bashed in, throat slashed and strangled or die in some other horrible, terrible way? No, we had to do something.

At the clinic, Stiles and I stood with Dad and Scott, Dad telling Scott, "All right, we're gonna do everything we can. Right now, the best thing you can do is go back to school."

Did he really think that was gonna happen? No.

He walked away, and Scott nodded to the back cages for me and Stiles to follow, and we did, Scott looking at us through the cage. "We have to tell him."

"You mean, like, tell him, tell him, or tell him something else that isn't telling him what I think you want to tell him?" I asked, trying to confuse and distract him.

Yeah, that didn't work.

"You know what I mean," he said.

"You remember how your mom reacted?" Stiles asked. "She didn't look you in the eye for, like, a week."

"And she got over it, and . . . and it actually made us closer."

"I don't know, dude," Stiles said. "I mean, look at him."

We all turned to see him running a nervous hand through his hair, and I said, "Come on, he's completely overwhelmed as it is."

"He's overwhelmed because he has no clue what's happening," Scott told us, and we looked back at him. "He's got people dying in his town, the town that he's supposed to protect, and it's not his fault that he doesn't know what's happening." I sighed, looking away and not answering, and Stiles didn't answer either. "He's gonna find out sooner or later."