"I'll see you tomorrow, Mer," Stiles says as he parks the Jeep in my driveway. I unbuckle my seatbelt and look over at him.
"Allison's dad and her aunt think we're werewolves," I spill.
"What?" Stiles' face is blank.
"They don't know that Scott is a werewolf. They think it could be any of us." I push open my door and drop to the ground. Turning, I add, "Stay away from them, Stiles."
I close the door loudly and make my way into my house. I can hear Stiles protesting in the Jeep, but I keep walking. It feels like something is waiting for me inside.
I thump up the stairs, the feeling growing stronger. I push open my door and don't even jump when I see the person sitting on the foot of my bed.
"Derek." My mouth forms a flat line. He starts to say something, but suddenly, I'm angry. "I thought you were dead!" I outburst. His eyes widen in surprise. "The last time I saw you, blood came out of your mouth and you were thrown across the parking lot by the Alpha! A little 'I'm alive' phone call would've been nice!" I end my rant by throwing my shoe at him. He deflects it and it falls to the floor.
"Sorry, but someone made me the most wanted criminal in Beacon Hills and you're all buddy-buddy with the sheriff's kid!" Derek protests loudly.
"You could have creeped in like you always do - like this! Would that have been so hard? I had to find out you weren't dead from a vision!" I cry, staring at him.
"You had a vision of me?" I've caught his attention now.
"I always have visions of you," I brush it off, taking off my other shoe. I flick on the lights.
"What was I doing?" Derek inquires.
"Now, listen," I huff as I grab my other shoe. "I'm not dumb. I've seen enough time traveling movies to know how stuff like this works." I drop my shoes next to my dresser and throw myself onto my bed. "I tell you what happens and you try to change it and then – and this is the fun part – you either end up making it happen or you make things worse. I watch TV, Hale."
"So, it's something bad then?" Derek raises his eyebrows.
"Oh, it's bad." I think of him chained up in the dark with Kate and Allison looking at him. "But I won't let it be bad for long. It's going to happen, Derek. I can feel it. It's inevitable, but I can cut it short."
I lean over and plug my phone in to charge. Derek doesn't say anything, and after a minute, I look at him.
"So, what were you waiting for me for?" I ask finally.
"Nothing, I just ... wanted to see you," Derek answers.
"Right. Does this mean that you've returned my brother to his room?" I look over at the werewolf.
"Yes, it does," he nods.
I want to ask Derek a million questions about why Scott was acting so weird under this full moon, but it seems pointless now. I'm exhausted and Scott's returned. I put my head on my pillow, still fully dressed.
"Are you going to sleep?" I hear Derek ask.
"Yeah, go away." I kick at him softly. "You're in my feet space."
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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...
