✓ | battle wounds, scott m.

chapter sixteen.

"But isn't Danny still in the hospital?" Cora asked as she, Ella, and Stiles walked out of a classroom. "Yeah. That's where we're going right now," Stiles said. "We'll meet you there," said Scott, taking grip of Ella's forearm. Ella hissed at Scott's grip on her hurt arm, retracting her arm. "Why?" Stiles asked. Scott raised his phone and showed Stiles his text messages with Allison.

'Anything yet?'

'I think I found something.'

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"So I was looking through one of his drawers, and I found this. ." Allison trailed off as soon as she heard the door click, "He wasn't supposed to be back yet." "What do we do? Where do we go?" Scott asked, motioning between him and Ella. Allison pushes them into the closet, Allison hiding behind a table. Ella's back was pushed against the door of the closet, her chest facing Scott. Scott watched her as she looked at Allison's clothes, she really had a good sense of fashion. Suddenly, Ella could feel something poking against her leg. Ella almost choked on her own spit, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Scott said, looking away from the blue eyed girl. If Stiles knew about what was happening at the moment, he'd kill Scott. Ella looked down, pursing her lips, "Part of you is doing something." Ella closed her eyes then looked up at Scott's eyes. Scott looked uncomfortable as he tried to avoid Ella's captivating eyes. Ella tried her hardest not to laugh as Scott apologized. Ella pursed her lips, small dimples poking out, "Stop."

"I kind of don't have control over that," Scott whisper-shouted. "Okay, well, I'll turn around," Ella whispered, turning around easily because of her small frame. Her face was leaned was a couple inches from the door. Ella tried to avoid the poking at her back thigh. "Daniella." "What?" Ella asked. "That's worse." Ella couldn't help but smile, covering her mouth to hide her giggles as she turned around. Ella looked up at Scott, and the two began to lean in. . then Scott almost fell into the hangers which caused the two to hug so he wouldn't hit them.

The door to the closet then opened to reveal a smirking Allison, "What were you two wild kids doing in there?" Ella rolled her eyes and walked out of the closet with Scott right behind her. Allison lead the two teenagers to her fathers office, showing them a Beacon Hills city map that was spread across Chris's table.

"See this map? Last time we were in here talking, my dad put a book over it. There was something about way he did it. It was like it was like he was trying to cover it," Allison said. "I don't see anything," Scott said. "Me neither," Ella shook her head. "Yeah, you can't until you use this," Allison said, lifting up a black light and hovering over the map, revealing different types of symbols. "He's been tracking and marking everything. Cora and Boyd at the bank, the office in the penthouse above us, all of the dead bodies. He has a symbol for where someone was taken, and then a different mark for where the bodies are found, see? Now here's the scary part. There have been six sacrifices, right?"

Ella and Scott nodded. "There are 12 markings on the map," Allison stated. Ella furrowed her brows, "What? What does that mean?" "Did your dad find other bodies and not tell anyone?" Scott asked. "I don't think so. I think he knows where the body is going to be found, so one of these six locations, one of these, is where Deaton could end up. I mean, it doesn't tell us where he's being kept right now–" Allison started. "But it's close to figuring it out," Scott said, taking a picture of the map. "Yeah."

When the elevator dinged, Scott and Ella shared a look and immediately ran into a separate room, Allison running into hers. "Hey. I, uh, I didn't hear you come in," Chris said to his daughter as he opened her bedroom door, Scott and Ella sliding out of the room behind him, hand–in–hand. "Yeah, I was just doing some homework."

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"Deaton's got to be at one of the six locations, but they're all over town. I don't know how we can get to all of them fast enough," Scott said into the phone, holding it between him and Ella. "Well, we might not have to. Danny was doing a project on something for Mr. Harris's physics class, and I think it actually means something," Stiles spoke on the other line. "What project?" Ella asked. "Something on telluric currents," Stiles answered. "Did you say currents?" Scott asked. "Yeah."

"Okay, meet us here at the clinic, and bring Cora and Lydia," Scott said before hanging up the phone. "What about the currents?" Ella asked as she and Scott walked into the animal clinic. "When I said I ran into him? That's when he told me that I should follow the currents to find Deaton," Scott replied. Ella nodded, going to sit on the table in the middle of the room. She sat cross legged, resting her head in her hands. "You know. . I never got you your food," Scott spoke up. Ella's face immediately brightened, "Chick Fil A!"

Scott smiled at her reaction and helped her off of the table, the two of them running outside and to Scott's bike.

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Ella smiled when she saw the familiar fast food place, the young girl jumping off the bike and leaving Scott behind to go into the restaurant. Ella made her way to the line area and walked through it all before stopping in front of the teen that worked there. The boy was about eighteen and had brown eyes and brown hair, and he was incredibly handsome. He smiled at the sight of Ella, taking in her cute outfit and the way her eyes reflected the menu above him. Ella met his eyes and ordered what she had texted for Scott to get her earlier. He repeated it to Ella, Ella nodding and confirming that was the correct order. "All right, $6.50, gorgeous," the boy winked.

Scott then came up from behind Ella and handed him a ten dollar bill, Scott wrapping an arm around Ella's waist in a jealous manner. The boy took the money, looking Scott up and down judgmentally before giving Scott his change. Scott took it then took Ella so they could wait for her food in a booth in the corner, the two sitting opposite from one another. "Oh my god, did you want anything?" Ella asked, laughing. Scott smiled, shaking his head, "Nah, I'll take some of your sandwich."

Ella raised her brows, "Um, actually, no you're not. I eat all of what I order. It's all for me." "You do not eat everything," Scott said. "Yes I do!" Ella said. Scott looked Ella up and down, causing Ella to blush, "Where does it all go?" Ella shrugged, chuckling, "You have as good of an idea than I do. I really do eat everything. I know, I'm a fat ass." Scott rolled his eyes as they called Ella's order number, getting up so he could get her order then sitting back down and placing the tray in front of Ella, "You are not a fat ass." Ella took a sip of her Sprite, "Whatever you say, Scotty."

Scott smiled at the nickname then uncapped Ella's cheese potato, taking her fork and taking some of it, sticking it in his mouth then spitting it out into a napkin. Ella stopped mid bite through her sandwich, "You all right there?" "Ho- hot!" Scott exclaimed, taking some of her Sprite. Ella laughed, "Ha! That's what you get for judging me!" "I wasn't even judging you!" Scott laughed.

"Mm-hmm," Ella hummed, biting her sandwich and chewing it. Scott smiled, "I'm sorry that I don't believe that you eat all that you order." "Well, I could, if you wouldn't eat my food," Ella said, Scott slowly putting down her fork. Ella nodded and smiled, taking the fork and some of her cheese potato and eating it as if it wasn't scorching hot. "What the hell?!" Scott exclaimed, rubbing the back of his neck, "How the hell did you just eat that?! It's hot as hell!" Ella shrugged, "I eat everything, Scott. Everything." Scott nodded, looking down to see only a third of her sandwich left on the tray, "I can see that."

Ella giggled and took her sandwich, finishing it up then taking some sips of her Sprite. Ella looked away from Scott, looking at one of the framed posters on the wall. Scott kept his gaze on her, looking at all of her features. "It's not nice to stare," Ella smirked, turning around to look at Scott. Scott smiled, "I can't help it that you're beautiful." Ella was at loss for words, only taking another sip of her Sprite before putting the drink down, "I am not beautiful." "Yes you are," Scott insisted. "No, Scott, I'm not. Your definition of beautiful is Allison," Ella sighed, resting her chin on her palm. Scott took a sip of Ella's Sprite, "That's not true, Ella. You're my definition of beautiful. Your eyes, your smile, your laugh." "My ass?" Ella asked, mentioning what had happened earlier. Scott blushed a deep red, "I had no control over that and you know it."

"Oh, I know," Ella said, eating more of her potato, "Your friend just wanted to say hello."