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I MISS YOU, I'M SORRY
"IF I WAS DEREK HALE, WHERE WOULD I BE BLEEDING OUT RIGHT NOW..."
Emerson was in the driver's seat of her car, the engine idling as she gripped her hands onto the wheel. She was wracking her brain on where Derek's instincts might've led him, and as the car stayed unmoving in the apartment's parking garage, she was running out of options.
The loft was always a safe bet, especially if Derek knew the others would be too busy with Ennis to ambush him.
Had she grown up with her sense of smell, she could've tracked him by his scent; only, given that she'd gone almost half of her life without it, she didn't know how. She didn't know how to find his scent even though she could practically taste it if she thought about it too hard.
Emerson inhaled through her nose, a hand going to rub at her temple before she began reversing out of the spot. She needed to find Derek, she needed to make this right because his life was on the line.
Whenever she thought of him, she thought of Hannah. Her life was on the line too, and only now did Emerson realize that the others would have no problem being responsible for her death. Deucalion wouldn't, he was a man of his oh so specific word, but she couldn't afford to fuck this up. She needed to find Derek, help him, and play both sides.
The Avery girl could be just as nit picky as Deucalion; after all, he told her to find him, not bring him back for a second stab at a fight.
"Where the hell are you, asshole," she sighed out, stuck at the red light just outside of the building.
The streets were empty, the sun beginning to set, and Emerson's patience was already growing a little too thin when something slammed into the passenger door of her car.
Like she had summoned him, she saw the ghostly pale face of one Derek Hale. With wide eyes, she watched as a bloodied hand came out and trying opening the door, only for the man to fall onto the damn road.
She threw the car in park before scrambling out, hollering as she rounded the car where he'd just collapsed. "What the hell!"
She leaned down, the man's eyes all but rolling into the back of his head as he mumbled out a single word.
"Loft."
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"You so owe me for this."
"Fuck you."
Emerson had managed to haul Derek's ass into her car before she shuttled them to the warehouse district. Getting the man out of the car had been one ordeal, but lugging him through the building and into the actual loft had been another.
Even with her supernatural strength, she still struggled to maneuver them. She complained the entire duration of the journey, partly to help take Derek's mind off of his life threatening wounds, but he just seemed as annoyed as ever.
She didn't know if that was necessarily a good thing or a bad thing.
Emerson had managed to get a few words off of him while they drove over, in between the sounds of pain he was emitting every time she accidentally ran over a pothole too quickly. Derek claimed he crawled his way out of the abandoned mall, and said that everyone thought he was dead.
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