Right Place, Right Time // Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 33

Season 1, Episode 11- Formality

Couple of hours later...

Scott and I had naturally passed out once our wounds were treated; the next morning was nothing but peaceful and silent; a blinding light searing my sight. I blinked my eyes rapidly till my vision was focused. I slowly sat up and winced slightly; my head pounding with a headache. "Welcome back to the land of the conscious. You guys doing, okay?" Deaton questioned concernedly. I nodded my head in reply; no words forming on the tip of my tongue. "Maybe you should sit down, huh." Deaton suggested, as I massaged my forehead; my head continuing to pound like a hammer. The bell on the door rang signalling a visitor had stepped in; although the clinic was closed. "Hello?" Deaton called out; the scent of decay and death wavering up my nose. I silently stood up on my feet, as I walked over to where my friend was, as Deaton walked out to the front of the clinic. "I'm sorry, but we're... we're closed." Deaton said. "Hi there. I'm here to pick up." Peter replied. "I'm not sure I remember you dropping off." Deaton responded. "This one wondered in on it's own." Peter corrected. Scott silently hid in the corner of the room, whereas I stayed put where I was. "Even if he did, I'm afraid I can't help you - we're closed." Deaton explained. "Well, I think you can make an exception this one time - don't you?" Peter questioned. I clenched my jaw, as nothing but rage coursed through my veins. I was so tempted to walk out there and tear that psycho limb from limb.

"I'm sorry. That's not going to be possible. Maybe you could come back during regular hours." Deaton suggested. "You have something of mine." Peter replied. "I'm here to collect it." Peter added. "Like I said..." Deaton started off, and the sound of footsteps clicked silently on the tile floors. "We're closed." Deaton finished off, as the faint sound of fingernails scraped a wooden piece of furniture. "Mountain ash. That's an old one." Peter replied, as I remembered reading about mountain ash in the book my father gave me; mountain ash was to keep supernatural creatures out of specific rooms or places. No supernatural creature of any kind could pass a barrier of mountain ash. I jumped startled out of my thoughts, as what sounded like a piece of furniture crashed agaisnt a wall; Peter was trying to somehow break the barrier of mountain ash; obviously there was no way a piece of furniture would break that barrier.

"Let me be as clear as possible. We. Are. Closed." Deaton said slowly. "There are others who can get me what I want, Scott. More innocent - and far more vulnerable." Peter muttered. "Allison." Scott and I breathed out breathlessly. I was not going to let Peter harm my friend; I was going to fight him, whether or not I lose; Peter had to be stopped.

At Scott's place...

"Call it again." Scott demanded, as Stiles and I sighed in frustration. Scott had somehow lost his mobile phone; no sign of it whatsoever in the mess of what I call his room; piles of clothing, books or food waste littered the carpet. "It's not here." I replied, as Scott clambered over his unmade bed; continuing to search for his mobile phone. "Okay, so you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one?" Stiles questioned. "I can't afford a new one. And I can't do this alone." Scott replied, as I rolled my eyes irritatedly at him. I was now completely healed; the bullet wounds no longer visible. "We have to find Derek." Scott exclaimed, as Scott continued to search frantically for his lost phone. Derek had ran in to an invasion of guns and I was thinking Derek was possibly dead, but I highly doubt it. Derek was probably still alive. Once I got home and showered, and changed into clean clothes, I had gone off into the woods to track down Derek's scent, but all I got was nothing.

"Well, A. you're not alone. You have us. And B. didn't you guys say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead." Stiles questioned. "Argents plan was to use him to get to the alpha - they're not gonna kill him." I replied, as I rapidly shook my head, side to side. "Alright, so then just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to get Peter - problem solved." Stiles shrugged his shoulders. "Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek. I can't protect her on my own." Scott replied. "Excuse me, I am capable of helping you protect Allison, so you're not alone." I shrugged my shoulders. "I get that.. but, we still need to find Derek... which means we either find Derek first... just - just help me." Scott snapped, as the basketball that was randomly placed in Scott's room bounced off of Stiles' head. "You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting. You remember that, when he was trying to kill you or should I say both of you, after you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behaviour here?" Stiles rambled on and on. "He wasn't going to kill anyone." Scott stated. I rolled my eyes at that silly statement; Derek was close to killing Jackson. I don't know what would have happened if Scott and I didn't turn up, but I'm pretty sure Jackson would've been murdered if Scott and I didn't turn up. "And I'm not letting him die." Scott added. I didn't want Derek to die either. I honestly didn't. Derek was born a werewolf. So was I, but I didn't discover I was a werewolf till this summer before I moved to Beacon Hills. It would be nice to gain some more knowledge that I don't know about from a werewolf that was born, not bitten.