I have a lot more written that I thought. And initially forgot the song. Lmfao.
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"No, no, no, no, no, he didn't say that. He did make them a promise that by the full moon they'd both be dead." Peter denies.
"The next full moon?" Derek angrily asks.
"Tomorrow night." I sigh.
(Lyrica's P.O.V.)
"Lyrica, can you do us a huge favor?" Stiles asks as he enters my classroom for Study Hall.
"Depends on what it is." I give my brother a sarcastic grin, looking up at him from my computer.
"We need you to get Derek to come in and look at these bruises on Lydia and Allison's arms." Scott butts in as he enters the room.
"Bruises? Really?" Isaac laughs, walking up to my desk. "What's so special about these bruises?"
"Lyrica, please."
"Fine." I sigh, looking back down at my computer. "Isaac, call him please."
"Will do."
"Thank you!" Stiles cheers, going to the back of the classroom with Scott, Lydia, and Allison.
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"I don't see anything." Derek says after glancing at the girls' bruises.
"Look again." Scott pushes him.
"How is a bruise gonna tell us where Boyd and Erica are?" I question, not exactly happy with Lydia and Allison at the moment.
"It's the same on both sides. Exactly the same." Scott's voice seems to be getting more annoying by the second.
"It's nothing." Derek presses, arms crossed.
"Pareiodila. Seeing patterns that aren't there." Lydia speaks as if we should all know this. "It's a subset of apophenia."
"They're trying to help." Scott whispers.
"These two." Derek looks at Scott before pointing to Lydia. "This one, who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. Thank you. And this one, who shot about 30 arrows into me and my pack. All while my mate was in a coma because of this one's homicidal boyfriend who was being controlled by the other one's psychotic grandfather."
"Okay, all right, now come on. No one died, all right? Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but no death. That's what I call an important distinction." Stiles pipes up.
"They put my mother, who is also your sister, into a coma. Not to mention the fact that she died for a good solid minute." Isaac glares at his uncle.
"My mother died. And is still dead." Allison glares at Derek.
"Your family's little honor code killed your mother. Not me." Derek's voice doesn't waver as he stares the teen down.
"That girl was looking for Scott. I'm here to help him, not you." Allison's voice makes me want to rip her throat out.
"Watch your tone, Allison." I growl and she backs down with a sigh.
"You wanna help? Find something real." Derek turns to leave and Scott follows him.
"Derek... Give her a chance. Okay, they're on our side now."
"Well then maybe you should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night." Derek stops long enough to get his point across before leaving.
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Mama Hale
Fanfiction//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...
