Picture is what Emma's eyes look like when healing someone
Thoughts were moving through Scott's head at a million miles per hour as he trudged into the locker room. Allison's father was a were wolf hunter. And he was a werewolf. He couldn't believe it. He leaned back against the locker, starring straight forward, lost in a world of worry. He barely noticed when Stiles strolled into the room. Stiles walked past him, not noticing him. He took a few steps back when he saw his friends depressed expression. Stiles leaned against a locker nearby. "So did you apologize to Allison?" he asked.
"Yeah" Scott answered, curtly. His gaze still remaining straight forward.
"So do you have a second chance or...?" Stiles asked, wondering if rejection was what was bothering his friend. Scott swallowed, his eyes unfocused.
"Yeah" he repeated in the monotone voice. Stiles smiled, happy for his friend. It seemed that everything had gone exactly to his favor.
"Alright!" Stiles cheered. "So everything's good!" Stiles said as he began to walk away again.
"No" Scott said. Stiles walked backwards, so that he was again next to his friend. A confused look consuming Stiles's face.
"No?" he asked. Scott nodded before he began speaking.
"Remember the hunters?" Scott asked as Stiles leaned against the locker next to him. The lacrosse team around them filling out towards the field as practice was to begin soon. Stiles nodded. "Her dad is one of them" Scott said out loud for the first time. The insanity of it sinking in.
"Her dad?" Stiles asked.
"Shot me" Scott answered.
"Allison's father?" Stiles asked, still unable to comprehend the idea.
"With a crossbow" Scott finished his former sentence. Stiles paused for a moment, absorbing it all and thinking it over in his head. They sat in silence as Stiles made sure he understood it.
"Allison's father-" Stiles began before he was interrupted.
"Yes her father!" Scott yelled, frustrated, not at Stiles per say but the mess he was in. Suddenly, panic set in. "Oh my god! Oh my god" Scott started whining.
"No Scott" Stiles ran forward. "Snap back you okay?" Stiles asked lightly slapping his friend on the face. Scott was breathing heavily now, the panic taking over. "Hey he didn't recognize you right?" Stiles asked.
"No. No I don't-"
"Does she know about it?" Stiles interrupted. A look of horror took over his face.
"Oh god! I don't know!" he said. Stiles suddenly realized his mistake of asking. "She's gonna kill me man!" Scott started to cry. Stiles thought for a moment before coming up with a temporary solution.
"Scott just focus on lacrosse okay? I'll talk to Emma" Stiles said shoving Scott's gear into his face. "Take this and this" Stiles said as he piled things into Scott's arms as Scott continued to worry and mumble to himself. "Just focus on lacrosse for now thats all you gotta do" Stiles encouraged. "Yeah? Here we go!" Stiles chanted playfully shoving his friend in an attempt to return him to normal.
"Wait your going to talk to Emma?" Scott asked as he followed Stiles out of the locker room. "Why would you do that?" he asked, still not sure he fully trusted her. Stiles rolled his eyes at his friends.
"For starters she's friends with Allison so she'll have some insight. Second, haven't you notice she has a weird amount of information on the supernatural that she just slips into conversations?" Stiles asked. Thinking back on it, Scott did notice that. They were now slowly approaching the field. "Just focus on lacrosse okay?" Stiles reminded his friend. Scott nodded as coach blew the whistle, signaling the beginning of practice.
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Heal You
Fanfiction[Editing in Progress] Emma didn't ask for powers. But she got them. She didn't ask to get kicked out of her house and move to Beacon Hills. But she did. She didn't want to become involved with Scott and Stiles just as they entered the world of super...
