Clairsentience ➳ Derek Hale/Teen Wolf [2]

12. awakened

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any parts of Teen Wolf or its plot or characters. I do not own Derek Hale. However I do own Skylar McCall and some of the things that come along with her plot (Like Harv & Kelly's, etc.).

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     When the universe brought Stiles into my life, it blessed me with a second stupid brother, filled with horrible, impulsive ideas. Him and Scott decided last night, after tracking the kanima down when Derek and I fled, that until we can stop Jackson, kidnapping him is the most appropriate next move on our part. They snatched him from a gay club where they suspect he was tracking down Danny, stole a prison-transport van using Mr. Stilinski's keys, and left him chained up inside of it all night in the middle of the woods.

That's where they are now—watching over him, making sure he doesn't shift and break the chains or somehow get out and run to his parents and tell them what happened—his side of the story anyway. Which doesn't include anything about murdering half a dozen people, because he has absolutely no memory of those events whatsoever. He claims that he hasn't shifted into a werewolf because of whatever immunity Lydia has, that it somehow got passed onto him while they were being intimate. A stupid theory, but I guess if he really doesn't remember, he has no better explanation.

After realizing exactly how lost and confused I am on where I really stand with Derek, I made a call to the animal clinic. The call. The "Can I come and talk to you?" call. I could practically hear Deaton's soft smile through the phone as he encouraged me to come in any time this afternoon to have a chat. Eager at the thought of finally having answers, I swing open the glass door at noon on the dot, hearing the cheerful bell ding as I step inside. Deaton greets me at the front desk with a wholesome grin, swinging open the little gate to lead me to the back rooms.

"I was wondering when I'd see your face around here again," he exclaims a bit cryptically, as we enter the same examination room where Derek almost died a few months ago. That seems like it was a lifetime ago, I think, remembering how terribly my knuckles ached for weeks afterward. Now, I can punch him in the face and the damage will actually be done on him.

"So you know why I'm here, then?" I ask, and he nods, though he doesn't offer any explanation as to how. I don't ask either, deciding to be content with the fact that Deaton just knows things about this town (and much more), and he's here to help.

"I'll tell you anything you want to know."

I start with the most simple question: "What am I?"

"Human, more or less," he explains. "The bite itself did not change your DNA make-up as it did to Scott. It simply. . . Awakened a suppressed part of your consciousness." He notices the blank look of confusion on my face and takes that as his cue to continue. "Skylar, you've always been a rather smart girl, haven't you?"