Dragging the edge of the jacket over my nose, I tried to think of what could be the source of this nauseating pain. It was like I needed to throw up but It was stuck in my stomach. Just sat there for all eternity. At this point, I'm convinced I would have been much better if I could actually throw up.
"I thought you said werewolves don't get sick," I pointed out to Derek who had his eyes focused on the road. He glanced over to me before looking back to the road, not that it would matter. It was a long straight road and there were no other cars. I'd also been in the car with him enough times to know that he was an excellent driver.
"Well, they don't..." he trailed off.
Dropping the edge of my jacket, I looked over to him annoyed, "are you telling me I'm dying....I have already died enough to laugh me a lifetime and I do not want to be dying again."
"You're not dying you're probably just..." he trailed off as he fell silent his brows furrowing. "Oh. Oh," he trailed off his eyes widening.
"What?" I asked trying to figure out what he was thinking. I couldn't work out which sense he was using. When he didn't respond, I straightened myself out so I could see him better, "what is it?"
"Nothing, I'll tell you later," he dismissed.
"Tell me what later."
"Oh look we're here now," he cut in and I turned my attention to see the sign to gesture to where we were.
"Tell me what later?" I repeated, but just like before he didn't respond. "Derek..." Still nothing.
I was left to try and figure it out myself as we walked towards the Hale vault. Night had fallen a long time ago and if it were not for the knowledge that we stood a better ground if we were to fight then I'd probably be terrified. There was a multitude of sheds and small buildings made from scraps of corrugated metal and wood. We'd passed a dumpster which had a large sticker on it saying "KEEP NORTH CAROLINA BEAUTIFUL" although with today's society I'm sure that sticker will do absolutely nothing except encourage people to throw trash everywhere.
As we turned a corner, he reached out grabbing onto my hand pulling me into a hidden part between two buildings. I frowned at him trying to work out what he was doing but he gestured to his ear. Listening out for what he was hearing, two foreign heartbeats, I turned to look at him as he waited for the perfect moment.
Someone rounded the corner and Derek immediately stepped out of the shadow lifting the man by the coat and slamming him against the wall. The said man yelped from the shock groaning out in pain as his back hit the wall. We were all shocked and relieved to see that it was Argent.
"Derek," Argent greeted out breathing out as he probably relished in the fact that he wasn't going to die in this moment, "Grace," he added on spotting me. I was always the add on.
"You could've called," Derek countered and Argent pulled a face as he looked at him.
"You don't have a phone!" He reminded.
"He's right," I cut in, "you broke it in Norway, remember," I reminded and Derek looked back to me thinking for a moment to try and remember before he nodded.
"I should probably get one."
With that, he released Argent and stepped backwards. I could still hear two foreign heartbeats though, so who was the second? Looking around, I tried to find the source of the noise but nothing seemed to be showing up other than the heartbeat, and it was so faint as well.
"You okay?" Derek asked and as I looked back to him both him and Argent were looking at me as if they were expecting to have to fight. I don't know why they were relying on my senses when If Derek couldn't sense it then it's likely it didn't exist and it was all in my head. Maybe it's the mysterious illness.
"Yeah, course."
We walked towards a large gate which had a sign on saying "do not enter - private property" on it before Derek pulled out a set of keys and began to unlock it. Still hearing the fourth heartbeat, I glanced around just to check but my thinking was cut off as Argent spoke up.
"There's another vault?"
"More than one Hale, more than one vault," Derek pointed out and as he finally unlocked it he pushed it open. He led us through it and after barely a second of silence Argent began to speak again.
"I get the need to keep your feet from the fire, but I also don't think you wanna see Beacon Hills burn to the ground," he said and we looked to him confused. I take it that means there was something going on in Beacon Hills; I mean of course there is. There always is when it comes to Beacon Hills.
"You're asking us to come back," Derek stated and Argent sighed.
"How about admitting with great difficulty that we need you, both of you?"
"Well, that sounds more like an Argent."
"And protecting Beacon Hills sounds more like a Hale."
"Well, as a Brooke's," I cut in bringing the attention back to me, "I have no obligation to Beacon Hills and will happily be never returning," I countered and Argent sighed.
"If we ever went back, it's not for Beacon Hills," Derek added on, "and there's something I've gotta take care of, first," he said finally stopping in the walk towards wherever he was taking us.
He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a large vial of yellow liquid, wolfsbane, unfortunately, which immediately made Argent's eyes widen in alarm. I would be alarmed too.
"Where did you get that?"
"Whoever murdered that pack in Brazil? They were looking for this. Now, I'm gonna make sure they never find it," Derek explained.
"Get rid of it!"
"You know it's not just a poison," Derek said and I frowned looking between the two men. I'd prefer it if they were a little more explanatory in terms of talking about this stuff since I had no idea what they were on about.
"Maybe they want it... because it's an antidote." Chris realised, an antidote to being a werewolf?
"Is that why Gerard wants it?"
"Well, it sounds like you already know the answer."
"Well, you could have told me this before," I urged looking to Derek and he sighed keeping his focus on Argent.
"So you want us to help you stop him, when you're the one who brought him back," Derek said and Argent sighed and I could tell he felt guilt about it.
"Gerard knew more about the Beast than any of us. So, like it or not, he was the ally we needed at the time," he explained and Derek nodded but rolled his eyes at the same time. I simply crossed my arms to trap more warmth into my coat, "but you're the ones we need right now." I love how he was including me even though I was probably going to be useless.
Floodlights turned on behind us and we all whirled around to look at what was happening. Several FBI agents were dotted around us with their guns drawn and in this moment I wanted to slap Derek for getting us into this mess. Was that the fourth heartbeat I'd been hearing.
"Don't move! Put your hands in the air!" One of the agents called out and we all did as told not wanting to give them any reason to shoot. There was a chance me and Derek would be totally fine but we Argent with us now.
Just as one made a move to step forward, an agent shot three of the agents in front of them and behind us. Jumping back, I tried to see who had been the one to do it when they shot another bullet. I prepared to feel the pain of the bullet but instead, it came in my arm. Frowning even further, I looked down to see Derek's arm in front of my stomach as if he'd tried to block the bullet. Another bullet came to my leg and one went into Derek's gut. We were both knocked to the ground and I could hear Argent's cry of pain.
The shooter stepped forward and pulled off their hat. It was Kate. The vial that Derek had been holding had fallen to the ground when he was shot, and he twisted around trying to crawl over to grab it when Kate beat him to it and stepped on his hand to prevent him grabbing onto it.
"Hey, handsome," she mused crouching down and picking up the vial to show it to him, "miss me?" Definitely not. "Well, you're just as popular as ever, aren't you? Must be those blue eyes." She kicked Derek in the face and I could feel the pain in my own face as Derek groaned out in pain. I bit down on my lip to prevent myself from crying out in pain. "And those perfect cheekbones..." She hit him across the face again.
"I thought it was my smile," he countered.
Kate chuckled out in amusement, "Where's the rest?"
"Why? It's not enough to save Gerard?" Derek scoffed shaking his head in disbelief. If he was trying to get us killed he was going the right way about it. "You really think that's gonna make a difference with him? You're what he hunts, Kate." Kate aimed the shotgun at Kate and I could feel bullets of fear hitting my own.
"I know that you can heal from one or two shots, but a direct hit to the head? I don't think so."
Argent, who like me had been quiet the entire time, suddenly bolted up and began to shoot at Kate. At least two of them hit her and she roared out in pain before fleeing to take cover behind one of the FBI agent's SUV's. "Ugh, you always gotta ruin a good time, Chris!" Kate shouted out.
Chris took the empty clip out of his handgun before replacing it with a full one from his pocket and I quickly crawled over to Derek who was trying to recover from his wounds. "You think someone with that much hate is gonna have any love left over for you?" He asked.
Kate began to laugh darkly just like she did when we first met her, "You're the one looking for a father to love him, Chris. All I want is some good old-fashioned revenge! This wolfsbane is going in a bullet-- a bullet for Scott McCall."
Kate limped away and Derek pushed himself up. Pain shot through me as he hadn't recovered yet and I quickly got up after him to follow her with him. I wasn't about to get left with an Argent no matter what happened. "Derek!" Of course, they completely forget me. Everyone always forgets about me.
"Get back to Beacon Hills. Warn Scott," Derek ordered before he began to run after Kate.
"Ohhh, I hate the running," I scoffed but followed after regardless.
Kate ran into a warehouse and we quickly followed in after. Looking around, we tried to find the direction she'd gone but I couldn't sense her. There was that extra heartbeat again but I couldn't figure out which direction it was coming from and it seemed to be growing louder than Derek's heartbeat
"Where did she go?" I asked looking to Derek, who narrowed his eyes shaking his head as he tried to work it out himself.
"I don't know," he muttered. It was like she'd disappeared into thin air. Bullets began to pour around us in every direction and Derek was much faster at reacting as he grabbed onto my arm pulling me to the side. We crouched down behind a crate and he had his arms around me as if he was trying to protect me. Fat lot of help that was going to be considering I could feel everything that he could.
Instead of Kate or more hunters, we were surrounded by a collection of FBI agents. Grabbing onto Derek's arm, I tried to meet his eyes with a glare. "Will you stop getting into trouble with the law," I growled out and he sighed.
"I didn't do it on purpose," he countered.
"Oh my god! My toe! My toe!" A very familiar voice screeched out being louder than any bullet or any weapon which the agents were trying to find us with. Both of us looked up and whipped our heads around in the direction of the noise, "my toe!" The voice cried out again their voice filled with so much anguish and drama. It didn't take a genius to figure out who that voice belonged to since I'd had to listen to it for the past twenty years of my life.
"Is that..." Derek began.
"Yeah," I countered, "that's Stiles."