//PSA BEFORE YOU READ: This story was written when I was brand new to everything writing. For a much better everything, go read the rewritten version on my profile. Still written by me, just MUCH better in literally every way. If you still choose to...
"It's our problem." Derek takes over. "I know you want to help, and you did. I owe you one. Now go home. Go back to being a teenager."
"Hey, uh, Derek." Scott calls. "If you wanna pay back that favor now... there is something you can do for me."
(Lyrica's P.O.V.)
"Yeah, I see it." Derek says, flashing his eyes to look at Scott's healed tattoo. "What's it mean?"
"I don't know." Scott frowns. "It's just something I traced with my fingers."
"Why is this so important to you?" I ask, crossing my arms.
"Do you know what the word 'tattoo' means?" The teen asks.
"To mark something." Stiles butts in.
"Well, that's in Tahitian. In Samoan, it means 'open wound'. I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned 18. I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now, to make it kind of a reward." Scott says, staring straight ahead as he speaks.
"For what?" Derek asks.
"For not calling or texting Allison all summer. Even when I really wanted to, even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to give her the space she wants. Going four months later, it still hurts. It still feels like a- uh-"
"Like an open wound." Stiles finishes for his friend.
"Pain's gonna be worse than anything you've ever felt." I say as Derek grabs the blow torch.
"How would you know?" Stiles snorts and I sigh, looking at Derek.
"Your body, not mine." He shrugs and I chuckle, turning around and removing my shirt. Scott and Stiles gasp at the elegant dream catcher going down my spine. I put my shirt back on and turn to face them.
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"Ah, that's great." Stiles mutters.
"Do it." Scott assures and I chuckle.
"Oh, wow." Stiles says as Derek lights the torch. "That's a- that's a lot for me. So I'm gonna take that as my cue. I'm just gonna wait outside."
"Nope." Derek stops the teen as he tries to walk past him. "You can help hold him down."
"Easy, Der. Human, remember?" I chuckle.
Derek begins the process and I watch as Scott starts screaming while Stiles struggles to hold him still. Scott shifts and not long after, passes out.
I'm standing next to Isaac when Scott wakes up with a gasp. He looks down at his arm and grins, looking up at Stiles and Derek. "It worked."
