A Hale and The Argent- Allison Argent (3)

4.2.1

3rd Person POV:

After a whole day of traveling and some car trouble and monster attacks as well as finding a specific church the group found Derek and Madison. The problem was, they were younger. Madison was 6 and Derek was 16. The Jeep pulls up in front of La Iglesia as Braeden, their guide that lead them, helps the younger Derek out and Scott carries little Madison. The other four look on in shock.

"Is that them. Is that Derek and Madi?" Malia asks, turning to Stiles in confusion. "Uh, sort of." Stiles says, looking between Madi and Derek confused. Madi was asleep but Derek was sort of awake. He looks up at them weakly, wondering who these people were. He glances over and sees his little sister in Scott's arm and relaxes a little, knowing she's okay.

"Help us" Scott tells them. Lydia and Stiles rush up, Stiles helping with Derek and Lydia helping with Madi. They sit Derek in the passenger seat next to Scott while Madi lays in the back on Malia and Lydia's lap. She was too short to fit all the way. She was only six after all. Lydia comforts Madi by running her hand through Madi's hair. At least she was okay. Sort of.

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Scott brings Derek into the clinic while Lydia and Stiles help bring Madi in. She was just so small. The same size she was in first grade. They had already dropped off Kira and Malia and called Deaton in advance to let him know about the issue. Deaton clears off both of his silver tables and they set the two down on each one. Both of them were passed out.

Deaton stands in between the two tables, looking them over. "Wow." He breathes. "Wow? Wow as in, 'I've seen this before and I know exactly what to do,' kind of wow? 'Cause that's the kind of wow we were hoping for." Stiles says. "I think you might be overestimating my abilities." Deaton tells them.

Lydia stands beside Madi and grips her small hand in hers. "She's cold" Lydia informs them. "So is he" Stiles adds, feeling Derek's hand. "Really cold" Lydia adds. Deaton checks their pulses before grabbing his flashlight, shining it in both of their eyes. "Do you think this is permanent?" Scott worries, looking between the two in worry. "I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate. This is well beyond my experience." Deaton tells them.

"So what do we do with them?" Stiles wonders. "Until they wake up? Probably not much. It might be best to leave them with me. They'll be safe here." Deaton says. "You mean from Kate?" Stiles asks. "If she's alive and she is what you say she is, she won't be able to walk past that gate." Deaton says. "Why would she want to do this to them?" Lydia questions curiously, running her hand through Madi's hair again.

"Knowing Kate, it's probably for a reason that won't be any good for anyone but her." Deaton says. "And bad for everyone else" Stiles scoffs and Deaton nods. "You guys should probably go home." Deaton says, looking between the three. They had bags under their eyes and he could tell how much stress they were under. They all look up at him confused.

"They don't look to be in any danger. So maybe the rest of you should get some sleep? It is a school night...And you all need to start taking care of your own lives again." Deaton suggests. "Someone should stay with you." Scott points out. Lydia looks down at the small hand in hers. "I'll stay" She says with a shrug, grabbing Derek's hand as well. "My grades are fine...Despite missing a few classes." Lydia adds. Scott looks at her in deep thought.

"I'm so not okay with this." Stiles denies. Lydia rolls her eyes, looking at Stiles "Guys, go." Lydia says. "No." Stiles disagrees. Scott looks over at her. "Text us if anything happens." Scott tells her and she nods. "Nope, still not okay with it." Stiles says. "Come on" Scott sighs, grabbing his arm and leading him away. "Not going anywhere. All right, just 'cause you're stronger..." Stiles complains as the two leave. Lydia feels Madi's face, looking them over.