Resolutions and Complications Part 3

Stiles and I were standing in the elevator in the hospital, trying to catch our breath while waiting for it to stop on the floor that Lydia was at. We needed to make sure  she was okay before going to find Scott. Once the elevator opened, we ran out and started making our way down the hall, only to be stopped by Sheriff Stilinski. 

"You know it's a good thing we're in a hospital because i'm going to kill you!" Sheriff Stilinski whispered/yelled to Stiles. I looked at them awkwardly while the Sheriff just nodded his head slightly at me. I shrugged my shoulders while giving him this apologetic look. 

"I'm sorry, I lost the keys to my jeep, we had to run all the way here.." Stiles tried coming up with an explanation. 

"I don't care!" The sheriff yelled at his son while I looked past them, my eyes focusing on what was behind him.

Lydia was laying there in her hospital bed, with her mother by her side who looked worried. Well of course she was worried, her daughter was attacked by a rabid animal, but she didn't know that. By the looks and sounds of the different machines inside Lydia's room, there must have been at least six machines hooked up to her. My heart ached a little. 

Lydia was a good friend, she didn't deserve to die, let alone get changed into a werewolf. 

"Is Lydia going to be okay..?" I asked Sheriff Stilinski while looking over at him, crossing my arms in front of my chest. Stiles looked at me before shrugging off his jacket and putting it around my arms. I smiled at him, thanking him slightly while the Sheriff let out a sigh. 

"They don't know.." Mr.Stilinski said running a hand through his hair. "partically because they don't know what happened. She lost a lot of blood but there's something else going on with her." 

Stiles and I exchanged a look before turning back to his dad. "What do you mean..?" 

"Doctor says it's like she's having an allergic reaction or something." Stiles dad began explaining. "She keeps going in and out of shock. Did either of you see anything? Do you have any idea who or what attacked her?" Stiles dad giving us an intense look, like he knew we knew something. 

Stiles and I looked at each other before shaking our heads. 

"No.." Stiles said, shaking his head but his dad gave us the look, the 'i don't believe that for one second' look. 

"Are you sure.?" Mr.Stilinski asked again. 

I could tell by Stiles heartbeat that he wasn't sure what to say to convince his dad. So, that's when I decided to step in.. and what i said next, i kind of regretted saying. "Yes, we're sure. We were inside making out by our lockers.." 

Stiles looked at me with shocked eyes while his dad just looked like he was about to pass out from embarrassment. It was embarrasing, believe me. But it was the only thing that would keep his dad from asking any more questions about us. 

Stiles dad coughed before trying his best not to look too awkward. "Well uhh...what about Scott..?" 

Stiles looked at his dad weird. "What about Scott?" 

"Did he see anything?" 

I could tell by the look on Stiles face that he was hurt. Stiles probably thought that everyone cared or loved Scott more than him.. And honestly I didn't blame him. It seemed that way from my point of view... I can only imagine what he must be thinking... 

"What are you talking about? Scott's not even here!" Stiles said raising his voice a little. Yeah, he was upset. 

"What? I've tried calling him on my cellphone. I've gotten no response." Mr.Stilinski said in frustration. He was obviously upset that he wasn't sure what the hell was happening in his town. 

I looked up to see Jackson leaning against the wall while I sighed and turned back to Stiles, tugging on his arm. Stiles nodded his head looking at me before turning back to his dad. "yeah, and you're not going to.." He mumbled. 

*

 After Stiles dad walked us to the end of the hallway, he told us that we had nothing to worry about. Then, that's when Stiles started bothering his dad with information about the case. Stiles dad told us that Lydia has nothing to do with a six year old Arson case, to which only caused Stiles to have a million more questions. 

That's right. 

I almost forgot about that. I had been so preoccupied trying to keep my mind off of Peter and my parent's fate...along with other personal crap.. I completely overlooked the fact that Peter had told me that Kate was the one who had burned down the Hale house... 

with all of them inside. 

After Stiles dad stopped answering questions, only leaving Stiles with that she is a young woman who should be in her twenties or something along with the fact that she had a distinct pendant, he left Stiles and I standing there by ourselves. As soon as his dad was out of ear shot, I turned to Stiles at the same time while we started trying to talk over each other. 

"You first.." Stiles blushed slightly.

"It was Kate.." I said simply while Stiles looked at me confused. "Peter told me that it was Kate who burnt his and Derek's family alive...She's responsible behind the Hale fire.." 

"Wh..what?" Stiles stuttered while I nodded my head. 

"No time to explain, first we need to get to Scott.." I said while grabbing Stiles hand and speed walking down the hall, but that was short lived by Jackson stopping us. 

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Jackson asked while Stiles and I looked at him. 

"To find Scott." I answered before trying to get past him but he put his arm out, stopping me. I glared up at him while Stiles looked like he was going to beat the crap out of Jackson right here in the middle of the hallway. To be quiet honest, angry Stiles was kind of a turn on... But go lucky, natural, happy, sarcastic, hilarious, funny Stiles will always be my favorite Stiles since it's exactly who he is. "Move." I glared at Jackson. 

"You don't have a car." He pointed out. 

"We'll find one...My house isn't that far from here.." I mumbled while I grabbed Stiles hand and began walking past Jackson. 

"Look, i'll drive." Jackson tried reaching out to grab my shoulder but I sensed him, turning around and pushing him back slightly. 

"Look, just because you feel guilty all of a sudden, doesn't make it okay." I snapped at him. If he hadn't been such a jackass to Lydia than he wouldn't have been out looking for him and she wouldn't have gotten attacked. 

"Half of this is still your fault." Stiles added to my little outburst. 

"Look I have a car, you dont. Do you want my help or not?" Jackson sighed, but he knew that we needed him.. 

Dammit. 

"All right fine. Did you bring the porshe?" Stiles sighed before looking over at Jackson. 

"Yeah." Jackson said, holding up his keys. 

"Great, i'll drive." Stiles said grabbing the keys from Jackson and we all turned to walk down the hall, only to see Chris Argent, Allison's dad, standing at the end, blocking the elevators along with two other men. 

I nudged Stiles, giving him this look before Allison's dad started speaking. 

"Boys." He smirked before turning to me. "And Savannah..I was wondering if you could tell me where Scott McCall is..?" He smiled while keeping his arms in front of him. 

I looked all around us, there were too many witnesses here so they wouldn't hurt us here... 

"Scott McCall? Hmmm can't say I have, not since the dance." I shrugged while tapping Stiles hand with my own, getting his attention. "you and Jackson use the stairs and get to his car, i'll deal with them." I whispered to Stiles who looked at me like I was crazy. We were still far enough from them that they couldn't hear us whispering. 

"Are you crazy? I'm not leaving you to deal with them..whatever that even means..." Stiles whispered back to me. 

I looked over at Jackson before whispering to him, "You and Stiles get to the car, make sure he follows you..I'll catch up.." Jackson nodded his head while Stiles still looked at me with a worried look on his face. I smiled at him while tilting my head a little. "I'll be fine..Don't leave without me.." I smiled before Jackson grabbed Stiles arm, yanking him back. Stiles pushed Jackson slightly, glaring at him before giving me one last look. "Go...i'll be fine.." I whispered while Stiles took off to the other side of the hall and making their way to the staircase. 

I'll be fine... 

That... that wasn't something I could be 100% sure about. I was now at risk even more so than ever.. but it was worth it.. If Scott was safe, If Allison was safe, if... 

Stiles was safe.. than being exposed to deadly werewolf hunters was worth it. 

Mr.Argent didn't look to happy about the fact that Stiles and Jackson ran down the end of the hall. I stepped forward just as his two men stepped forward. Mr.Argent just looked at me before nodding to his two men. 

Next thing I knew, I was being roughly tossed into a dark room as I slammed against a silver medical table. I grabbed my side, trying to maintain my little secret while also trying my best to get the hell out of here. I turned to face Mr.Argent who was locking the door. I smirked a little while moving a piece of hair out of my face, leaning against the lab table, looking over at him. 

"Now, let's try that again." He glared at me. "Where's Scott McCall." He ordered more than asked this time. I knew how this worked and I sure as hell wasn't going down without a fight. 

"he didn't do anything-" I tried saying until one of the two men came over and punched me straight across the face as I tumbled into the medical table again. Random equipment that was on the table shattered with it's impact of the floor as I got back up, touching my now bleeding lip before looking over at them. 

I whipped my face before spitting out a little bit of the blood. I had to give them that. They weren't afraid to hit a girl which is something only sexist pigs don't consider. I had to give them some props for being man enough to do what was necessary. 

"Is that any way to treat a lady?" I asked them while smirking underneath my gaze while the same guy tried to hit me again but this time I grabbed his arm, twisting it back as I used the bottom of my elbow to push down hard enough for his bones to crack only a little.

He screamed out in pain while the other guy came and tried to get me off of the first guy but I brought my elbow up to his face, busting his lip open. I kept the first guy's arm behind his back until the second guy came and dragged me off the other guy, holding me in his arms. I struggled against his grip. 

If I wanted to, I could easily break out of this but I needed to keep up my 'regular' human being image. All I needed was to be on the Argent's radar. 

"Let me ask you something Savannah!" Mr.Argent yelled at me. "Have you ever seen a rabid animal..?" 

On the inside I was smirking thinking to myself 'Oh you have no idea' but on the outside I just nodded my head no. "Can't say I have. But i'll be sure to add it to my list of to-do things just as soon as you and your barbaric friends let me go." I tried getting out of the guy's grip but he was too 'strong'. This was probably giving this guy a big ego boost. 

Just wait until he finds out i'm faking this whole 'weak' image. That will really bruise some egos. 

"Well, I have. And the only thing I've ever been able to compare it to was seeing a friend of mine turn on a full moon. Do you want to know what happened?" Mr.Argent asked me while I rolled my eyes and looked over at him. 

"I'm going to assume you're going to tell me no matter my answer..?" 

Mr.Argent seemed to ignore my remarks before continuing on with his story that's suppose to 'scare' me into helping him or something. "He tried to kill me and I was forced to put a bullet in his head. The whole time while he was dying, he was still trying to claw his way towards me, still trying to kill me like it was some imporant thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that..?" 

I looked at him, still 'struggling' against the guy's grip. "Scott isn't some rabid animal..he's a person.." I breathed through my words while Mr.Argent urged for his men to loosen his grip just a little bit. "Scott's just a person who had the unfortunatity to have this horrible curse fall upon him..He didn't choose to be like this..no werewolf ever chooses to be like this...i can imagine.." 

Woah, nice save there Savannah.. Be careful and choose your words more carefully next time. 

Suddenly Mr.Argent slammed his fists down on the table like that was suppose to scare me or something. "Did Scott try to kill you on the full moon?" 

I looked directly at him while simply replying with a, "No." 

"What about Stiles." I froze once the name left his lips. "Did Stiles have to lock him up..?" 

I stood quiet before nodding. "Yeah..Stiles said he handcuffed him to his radiator.." I said quietly before looking back up at him, glaring and feeling my bitch side come out. "Would you rather of had us lock him in a basement and set the whole house on fire instead as we listened to his screams for help as he's burned alive..?" 

I paint a very vivid picture. 

"I hate to dispell any rumors you may have heard but we didn't have anything to do with that." Mr.Argent replied while smirking at me. 

"Right.." I rolled my eyes before locking eyes with him again, an annoyed look on my face. "You live by a code right..? Can't spill the blood of those who haven't harmed others..? Apparantly no one ever breaks it right..?" 

"No, never." Mr.Argent answered back seriously. 

"And if one of you were to break the code..? What would happen..?" I asked while still struggling against the grip of the guy. 

"Like who?" 

"Your sister." I breathed out while glaring up at him. By the shocked look on his face, he didnt know anything. Useless, just like the rest of them. Allison maybe usefull but sometimes I question her whole family. "You didn't know did you..? Your sister killed the entire Hale family...there were innocent people down there, good people..there were humans and children...and your sister set them on fire...so much for your little honor code." 

And with that, he told his men to let me go. I rubbed my neck while looking up at him. "I am sorry..." I told Mr.Argent before taking off to catch up to Stiles and Jackson. 

*

"Are  you okay?" Stiles asked me as I squeezed into the back of Jackson's porshe. After rushing out to meet Stiles and Jackson, Stiles asked me if I was okay, seeing my bleeding lip. 

"I'm fine now let's hurry!" I said before Stiles took off. 

Stiles, Jackson, and I had gone back to school to break in and create two self igniting Molotov cocktails. Fire was your best defense besides a silver bullet against a werewolf. Wolfs bane worked just as good but no one really just has a packet in their bag just in case. 

I held the two bottles in my had as Stiles drove, recklessly i might add, fast through the woods. I reconized the familar scent and I knew we were just about at the Hale house. And we needed to hurry. 

"Stiles!" I yelled as Stiles suddenly slammed on the breaks, honking the horn and flashing the lights at the front of the house. I quickly handed him a bottle before he got out of the car, with Jackson and I following close behind. 

Peter was in his Alpha form, ready to kill Scott and everyone there. Stiles then through his bottle which should've igniting within impact if Peter hadnt have caught the bottle in his hand. 

"Oh crap.." Stiles mumbled before taking a step back to come stand by me. 

While Peter was distracted with Stiles and me, that's when I saw Scott from behind him picking something up and tossing it towards Allison. "Allison!" Scott yelled while Allison effortlessly caught her bow, aiming it at the Alpha and releasing the arrow. 

the arrow shattered the bottle on impact, lighting up Peter's arm. I then tossed my bottle at him, smirking a little to myself that it hit him right in the chest, igniting the rest of him in flames. Just when everyone thought it was over, Peter still began stalking towards Allison, despite the fact that he was literally on fire. Scott then went over to Allison protectively, kicking Peter in the stomach as we all watched Peter fall to the floor. 

When the flames went out, all that was left was a now human formed Peter completely burned to a crisp. He still seemed to be moving as I could hear his heartbeat still beating. Son of a bitch just won't die. I walked over to Stiles protectively as Derek appared out of no where. He was bleeding and limping towards Peter, who by the sound of his heartbeat, was on the verge of death any second. 

Derek stood over Peter, glaring at him before crouching down. Scott's eyes widen just as much as mine as Scott ran over to where they were. "wait, wait! You said the curse comes from the one who bit you. If you kill him, im dead. her father, her family... what am i going to do..?" Scott begged Derek. 

We all watched in horror as Derek lifted up one of his claws. 

"no no no!" Scott yelled as Derek slashed Peter's throat open. 

With Derek's eyes now turning the same red as mine and how Peter's were, it was now obvious what he was now. In a strong voice, Derek growled before looking over at Scott.

"I'm the Alpha now." 

We all watched as Derek let out a loud growl, confirming that he was the Alpha now... and all hope of Scott returning back to his old self was now gone completely... 

Now that the drama with Peter is done with...

I have just one more last thing to do before moving on with my life and finally letting go of the past. . . .

* 

"Hello.." I smirked to myself as I entered a bar in the middle of the Nevada desert. I had told Stiles that I needed to go clear something up but I would only be a few hours, lucky for me, he didn't ask where I was going so i managed to make my way over to the edge of the Nevada desert with little effort.

Just as I smirked, I took a seat down next to a dark brown curly haired woman who already had wrinkles forming on her face. Oh, frown wrinkles. "Hello..are you Barbra Lamar..?" 

"Who the hell are you?" She asked me while taking a sip of her cheap alcohol before setting it down and looking at me confused.

I smirked before handing her a picture as she looked down at it in shock and horror before looking up at me. "I'm Savannah Knight." I smirked as she just looked at me like I was not real.

Barbra looked like she was petrified. "What are you doing here..? You're suppose to be dead..." She breathed out. 

"Yeah, funny how things change right..?" I smirked before taking her drink and smashing it against the counter, letting the pieces shatter and fall to the floor. "I'll pay for it, don't worry handsome." I smirked at the bartender who just nodded his head before walking off to take care of other drunk costumers. "What's the matter Barbra?" I asked the woman who's partically responsible for my parent's death. She had been quiet for far too long. I needed to make sure she wasn't dead from fear. If she was then that would ruin about half of my fun. "You look like you've seen a ghost."