"This is already not good considering they think Emerson or I could be the werewolf," Stiles says from the front seat of Derek's car.
"They do?" Scott asks.
"I could hear them when we were looking for you," I explain.
"You could hear them?" Scott meets my gaze in the rearview mirror.
"I could hear them. Across the street. In their car," I specify. "My abilities are growing – did I tell you guys about the chemistry test?"
"What about the chemistry test?" Stiles crinkles his forehead at me.
The word 'chemistry' falls out of his mouth and a vision appears on the backs of Derek's seats. I see Harris standing in his class room, holding a list. It's crumpled up and handwritten. It's a long line of Harrises, the last one reading Adrian R Harris.
I jolt in my seat.
"Guys, there's a hit list with Harris' name on it," I spit out as quickly as I can.
"A hit list?" Stiles echoes.
"Lists of different Harrises with red X's next to them," I explain. My sight comes back to me, but I can hear a low growl mixed in with the sounds of Derek's car. I wait to see the rest of what happens, but it doesn't come. I just suddenly know. One moment, I don't know what's going to happen and the next, I have absolute certainty. "Laura Hale made that list and she thinks that Harris started the fire that killed her family."
"Whoa, really?" Stiles asks.
"No, I made that up," I retort and scowl at him.
"Our chemistry teacher killed a bunch of werewolves?" Scott sounds dumbfounded.
"There were humans in that fire, too!" I cry suddenly. "The police are there." The words leave my mouth before my mind can even grasp the thought. "They've got the school surrounded."
"You're really starting to freak me out, you know that?" Stiles says.
"Derek's running," I continue before adding, "Sorry. My senses are getting stronger and stranger."
"Okay, so what about the chemistry test?" Scott asks me.
"I did it. I did the whole test." I cling on to the back of Stiles' seat.
"Yeah, so?" he asks.
"Without looking at the pages, without reading a single question, without knowing a single answer. I got a perfect score on that test, Stiles, and I don't know a thing about chemistry. My hands filled out all the bubbles while I was staring off into space." I watch their faces to try and gauge their reactions. Scott's face doesn't change, but Stiles' breaks into a grin.
"So, you could take my test for me? You're like a human cheat sheet, but it's supernatural so we can't get caught!" He beams at me, as if he's proud of himself.
"Stiles, that is not the point! I can answer questions I don't know the answer to, I can hear conversations in a car across the street, and I know when things happen so well that I don't even need visions anymore, I just know!" I shout. My lungs ache after my small outburst and I struggle for a air for a moment. I run my hands over my face, my fingers cool against my hot cheeks. "This is getting to be too much."
"She knows – is about to know – that we're not Derek." I turn around and look at Kate's car following us.
"Faster?" Scott asks as Kate speeds up behind us.
"Much faster," Stiles nods along.
"Trust me, it goes much faster! Floor it!" I yell. Scott presses the pedal down further.
"Okay, Scott, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here," Stiles says after a few minutes of Kate racing after us.
"If I go faster, I'll kill us," Scott cries.
"Well, if you don't go faster, they're gonna kill us!" Stiles argues.
"Come on, it's a werewolf ability to drive fast!" I tell him.
"Says the girl who can't even drive!" Scott protests. His eyes dart across the road.
"They're gone," Stiles says quietly. I whirl around in my seat. Sure enough, Kate's not behind us anymore. Stiles flips on his police radio.
"All units, suspect is on foot, heading into the ironworks." Sheriff Stilinski's voice floats out of the device.
"Derek's in danger," I relay as soon as the thought pops into my brain. "Things are exploding. He's disorientated."
"Do you know things like this about us?" Stiles inquires.
"Yes, I know everything about you now," I quip. "Derek's going to be shot at. You've gotta go get him."
Scott turns the car and we start heading towards the ironworks. We're there in a matter of minutes.
"Get in!" Stiles yells, jumping into the backseat with me. An onslaught of bullets follow Derek to the car and as soon as he's in, my brother speeds away.
"What part of 'laying low' don't you understand?" Scott asks angrily.
"Damn it! I had him!" Derek replies angrily. "He was right in front of me and the fricking police showed up!"
"Oh, hey, they're just doing their jobs," Stiles defends his dad. Derek turns and scowls at him and Stiles shrinks back visibly. "Uh, yeah ..."
"Yeah!" Derek says. "Thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state!"
"It was not me," I protest.
"Can we seriously get past that?" Scott asks. "I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."
"Alright," Stiles calls out. He turns to Derek. "How did you find him?"
Derek looks like he wants to answer, but he changes his mind and shakes his head instead.
"Derek, tell us." I lean forward.
"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott demands.
"Yeah, all of us," Stiles adds. "Not just Emerson."
"Wha -" I start to argue.
Derek scowls at Stiles again. "Or just her. I'll be back here." He leans back into his seat.
"Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris -" Derek starts.
"Yeah, I had a vision of her list," I nod along with Derek's story.
"Why him?" Scott asks.
"I don't know," Derek answers.
"Wait a second!" Stiles yells loudly, popping into my view. "Derek knows? Like Derek knows?"
"That Emerson gets visions?" Derek raises his eyebrows. "Yeah."
"You told him?" Scott shouts.
"What's the second thing Laura found?" I ask instead of answering my brother.
"Some kind of symbol." Derek pulls a piece of paper out of his jacket. I look over his shoulder at it and pull in a breath of air. "You've seen this before? In a vision or in real life? You know what it is?"
"I've seen before." I swallow heavily. "I've seen it on a necklace. In a vision and in real life."
"Allison's necklace," Scott says.
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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...
