But I can't stand at all (stiam fanfic)

......my secret

I'm just bored and I have to do this on my computer cause my phone's stupid and my kindle, well actually i was just lazy there, so...... yep. I'm doing this whenever I can. So ur gonna see allota updating! Words of wisdom for today: I'm friggin hungry.

"Okay, the process is simple. Two werewolves, I don't care who you are, take out your claws, stick  two of them down each babies throat, do that until you feel something, then pull it out. That simple," Marcus explains.

Malia interrupts. "What if we pull out an organ or something?" She asks.

"You won't........probably,"

"What are the things that we're supposed to be taking out?" Scott asks.

Marcus looks at him. "Memories. It's something.....I don't know what, but something from their past that connects to the most important person in the room to them. Just, try not to kill them please?" 

Everyone nods. “So who's up for it?" Marcus asks. Everyone's eyes are directed to Derek and Scott. Derek rolls his eyes as he steps up to the examination table. Scott follows.

"So, just-" Scott pulls out his claws. “-do that? And dig our hands down their throat-"

"Trying not to choke them, yes...." Marcus cuts in.

Scott nods. "Right....and when we feel something....grab it?"

"As long as it's not a vital organ…exactly!"  

"This isn't gonna work," Derek mutters.

"Wow.....and I thought I was a Debbie downer," Marcus mutters. Derek glares at him.

Scott sighs. "Here goes nothing," He says to himself as he stares down at Henry, who holds a look of curiosity. Scott lays the baby down as Derek pulls out his claws. 

Derek lays the baby down and positions his hands. Slowly, Derek and Scott dig their claws into the baby's mouth. They struggled for a few seconds, then went unsettlingly stiff. "I got something!" Derek says. He pulls his hand up and pulls out a piece of bloody glass about the size of a peanut. Scott was still searching the body. "I think I......." Scott pulls his hand out and there it is.

A bloody werewolf tooth. Everyone stares at in awe.

"Okay, the glass I can probably understand, somehow, for Isaac's crazy past but the tooth in Jackson's body makes no sense to me," Stiles says.

"I can see it. I mean, he practically begged for Derek to turn him. It's gotta have something to do with that," Scott points out, examining it.

Derek's phone vibrates in his back pocket and he digs it out with his non-blood covered hand. He unlocks it and his face carried a look of curiosity.

“Get to the school now before I rip off the heads of these crazy bastards,” Derek reads out loud. His phone vibrates again. “Never mind, I'm sick of these idiots,” His phone beeped to more times. “Hurry,” “Hostages, school in danger,” Derek looks up at everyone's confused faces. He holds the phone up to them. “Who's this?” A number appears on the screen. Stiles gets a closer look.

“Oh, yep. That's Brett,” Stiles backs away slowly.

“Why is his number in my phone?”

“Oh, I saved it in there when you weren't looking. Good thing now isn't it?” Stiles points with a smug look. But after Derek shoots him a ‘don't test my patience’ look Stiles shuts up.

“We better get over there,” Scott says. “Can you watch them for us?” Scott asks Derek. Derek nods. “Be careful,” He says.

Scott nods and everyone piles out of the clinic, heading toward the school.