"So how close are you guys?" Stiles asks.
"We're almost there," I say, looking through the woods. It looks a little familiar. "I don't - I don't know when this happened. It could've been happening seconds after I saw it. It does that sometimes. Don't get your hopes up or anything."
Then, I see the house looming and I see a police car pulling away.
"Shh," I say softly into my cell phone. "It's quiet time."
Scott marches up to the front of Derek's house as I hang back in the woods.
"What's happening?" Stiles asks.
"Scott's walking up," I whisper.
"I know you can hear me," Scott tells Derek. "I need your help."
I stop, caught off guard for a moment. Scott was just supposed to see if Derek was here and if that cop was actually here. He wasn't supposed to ask for help. I didn't even know that Scott still wanted Derek's help after finding out that he knew about Jackson and the glove.
The front door creaks open as Scott walks up to the porch and Derek comes out, once again, dressed in black.
"Okay," Scott says. I start to walk closer to them.
"What's happening?" Stiles asks.
"Derek's out on the porch with Scott," I murmur.
"You know I can hear you, right?" Derek calls to me. I stop in my tracks, staring at him.
"I know I was a part of you getting arrested and that we basically announced you being here to the hunters. I also don't know what happened to your sister," Scott starts. "But I think I did something last night. I had a dream about ... someone, but someone else got hurt and it turns out that part of the dream might've actually happened."
"You think you attacked the driver?" Derek asks as I reach the porch.
"Did you see what I did last night?" Scott demands suddenly.
"No," Derek replies.
"Can you at least tell me the truth?" Scott wonders. "Am I gonna hurt someone?"
"Yes," Derek says.
"Could I kill someone?" Scott's eyebrows come together.
"Yes," Derek says again.
"Am I gonna kill someone?" Scott asks, getting all worked up.
"Probably," Derek nods.
"Have you ever killed someone?" I ask. Derek turns to me and my stomach does flip flops. Not terrible, sickening flip flops, but something else. Almost like a psychic feeling, but not quite.
"Yes," Derek replies, staring at me intensely. I should back up. Scott and I should both back up about five miles, but I don't move. I just stare as hard as I can into Derek's eyes, refusing to back down. I should be scared. I should be terrified, actually, but I'm not. I feel safer than I ever have in my life. His eyes shift to Scott. "Look, I can show you how to remember. I can show you how to control the shift, even on a full moon. But it's not gonna come for free."
"What do you want?" Scott asks, staring at the ground.
"You'll find out," Derek says. "But for now, I'm gonna give you what you want. Go back to the bus. Go inside. See it, feel it. Let your senses -" his eyes flicker to me. "- your sight, smell, touch -" they dart back to my brother. "- let them remember for you."
"That's it?" Scott confirms. "Just - Just go back?"
"Do you want to know what happened?" Derek challenges.
"I just want to know if I hurt him," Scott admits.
"No, you don't," Derek says blatantly. I tear my gaze from Derek to look at Scott's reaction. "You want to know if you'll hurt her."
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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...
