Later that night, Scott and I walk into a door at the hospital marked Ambulance Entrance Only. Scott carries the plastic bag of food to Mom at the desk.
"Oh," she says. "Are my beautiful, talented, and wonderful children actually bringing me dinner?"
"I thought you wouldn't mind skipping the cafeteria tonight," Scott answers.
"You are the most thoughtful, loving, most conniving little con artists ever," Mom says to us.
"I had nothing to do with the con artist part," I protest. I knew Mom would see through the ruse and I told Scott. He didn't believe me. "Just the anything to not do my homework part."
"You are so not getting the car tomorrow night," Mom tells Scott.
"Mom," Scott says in disbelief.
"I told you it wouldn't work," I smirk.
"What?" Mom asks. "There's curfew, no car." She smiles between us. "But I will take this," she snatches the food before Scott can take it back away. "Love you!" she calls, walking into the back. Scott returns the "love you" before we turn to head back out.
Just before we reach the door, Scott stops, tilting his head to the side. He starts walking the other direction.
"Uh, Scott?" I say. "Door's this way."
He ignores me and keeps walking.
"Scott!" I call as he reaches for a door handle. He pushes the door open.
"Keep watch," he tells me with no explanation.
"What exactly am I keeping watch for?" I hiss, standing by the door casually.
"I just want to see what Meyers knows," Scott explains.
"What? No, Scott, you cannot -" the door closes with a solid click and I sigh, pressing the crown of my head into the wall.
I watch the seconds tick by on the white clock on the wall and then the minutes. I start to fidget out of anxiety and boredom. It feels like I'm waiting forever. I nearly jump out of my skin when I hear screaming and cries coming from inside the room.
"Scott," I groan as people start rushing towards the room. "Scott!" I say a little louder, hoping he can hear me with his super hearing. I duck out of the way at the last minute, hiding around the corner so that no one sees me. This was all Scott's plan; he can be the one in trouble for it.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" I hear Mom shout at Scott. "Get out! Now! Go! Go! Go!"
"What happened to keeping watch?" Scott breathes as we hurry out of the hospital. "I called your name!" I protest.
"Not very loudly!" Scott counters angrily.
"What the hell did you do to him?" I ask as we get outside.
"I didn't do anything!" Scott says defensively. His eyes are wide and his eyebrows high. "I just asked him if he was okay and he started freaking out and - and -"
I grab Scott's arm as a blinding vision of a police car pulling up to a burned house floods my vision. I recognize the place as Derek's house from when we went to find the dead body and when we watched him get arrested.
"Emerson?" Scott asks, concerned.
Another vision assaults my eyes just as quickly as the other one disappears. I hear a voice accompany the vision as the officer leans towards his radio. I've never had sounds associated with a psychic vision before.
"Unit sixteen, it's county property."
"County property?" I say aloud. Derek told us the first day in the woods - the day that Scott, Stiles, and I went looking for Scott's inhaler - that we were trespassing on private property.
"What's county property?" Scott asks, me, confused. I turn to look at him and I smirk, crossing my arms.
"Derek's house."
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
