TIME FRAME: next weekend, two weeks after the auction.
LOCATION: the bahamas
GENERAL NOTES: best friends on a non-romantic getaway where yachting, sun tanning, and heart-to-hearts will ensue.
The wheels of the airplane touched down in Nassau -- it had only take a few hours, and Levi had been too excited to sleep through it. For at least two of those hours, he'd been thinking about his goodbye to Nate; it probably hadn't been as thorough as he'd have liked. Levi knew that they weren't dating - god no - but they were... something... and his stupidly stunted 'goodbye' and hug had seemed to fall short of the sentiment he felt at actually leaving Nate behind for once. But once he was on the plane and seated next to Hannah, he put it all into perspective: it was only for a few days, and besides, the time apart might do them some good. Levi had been feeling both ecstatic and dejected about everything, and time away from Nate and Heathfield was exactly what he needed, just him and his best friend. Lynden Pindling International Airport was bustling with arriving and departing holiday goers as Levi and Hannah walked into the terminal, Levi slinging his messenger bag strap over his shoulder and tugging his suitcase behind him. He'd brought the smallest one he had, considering it wasn't a very long trip, and he'd even been a gentleman and carried Hannah's too. He couldn't quite emphasise how grateful he was for the trip -- he knew it was mere chance that had paired him up with her, but the twist of fate had meant he was with his best friend for a few days, rather than a stranger on a pseudo-date. "I have a good feeling about this trip," he said conversationally to Hannah as they walked out of the airport, and he fumbled with his dark sunglasses, pushing them on quickly to cover his eyes against the harsh glare of the sun -- he didn't have a good feeling about that, however. "Right -- taxi? Let's taxi," he said, stepping up to the side of the road and hailing one down with a raised hand and a whistle, watching the man skid to a stop in front of them, and Levi quickly loaded the bags into the trunk before opening the car door for Hannah with a flourish and a smile. Slipping in beside her, Levi was already regretting his choice in clothing -- his dark jeans and shirt seemed to absorb the heat, and he was sweltering, pushing his hair off his forehead and looking across at Hannah, frowning as he realised she was all in white. "Where to?" the taxi driver was asking, and Levi looked up at Hannah in question, wondering if she knew her way around or if she was just as lost as he felt when it came to almost everything and anything relating to the sun and the water like the Bahamas seemed to thrive off of.
Eli was obviously aggravated. Not only had he lost the group and had no clue where the fuck he was, there were lovely flesh eating zombies scattered around the woods he was stumbling through. His life was literally turning into a bad horror movie and as cool as he might've previously thought this was, it wasn't anymore.
As the boy continued to navigate his way in the dark, he tried to think of the positives. At least he wasn't stuck with Shiloh who was an absolute fucking idiot and he finally had that peace and quiet he'd been begging for. But the silence wasn't comforting in the pitch black forest. Suddenly, a twig that he didn't step on cracked behind him and Eli whirled around, palms aflame and threatening.
"Jesus fuck," he cursed under his breath, extinguishing his hands as he realized the person was very much alive. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to sneak up behind someone in the woods when there's zombies crawling around, Alice?"
[ "You're just a bunch of stupid teenagers running around thinking you can stop people from getting killed but all you do is show up late. All you really do is find the bodies.." ]
“You need to drop it, McCall.”
It shouldn’t bother him so much. To be told to drop it, to stand down and let someone else do the job. It isn’t like he wants to just sit back and watch Mystic Hills go from peaceful to chaotic. There are too many people that he cares about in this town, from his mother to his best friends, he couldn’t let anyone get hurt. And just because this blonde bombshell is the Slayer doesn’t mean she has to always be alone in this. He’s a werewolf. If anything he could be just as helpful since he’s just as strong as vampires, just as fast. The Slayer was made to go against the vampires, to protect humans, well so were werewolves.
Scott McCall couldn’t just drop this. There are innocent human beings being taken and ritually sacrificed. And so far, all he’s been able to do is find the bodies. There’s something going on about this, how there’s always a set of three with something in common. But he can’t figure out, or who could be next. And there’s no way that Caroline Forbes could do that by herself. Well even if she did have Mr. Saltzman as her watcher, or whatever. All Scott wants to do is to show Caroline he could be helpful. He and his friends, his pack. They’ve been called that word once or twice, maybe a few times, and still as much as he doesn’t want to call them his pack—that’s what they are. He’s always been the alpha in his pack when technically he’s still an omega.
He has Stiles Stilinski, his best friend and own Watcher-type. Considering Stiles is the one who does the bulk of the research and has developed a strange pattern in these killings. The kid is definitely one of the brains behind how Scott’s team works. Lydia seems to have some sort of weird connection with these bodies. She’s found one on her own, unknowingly to how or why, but she found one. She might be able to find more. Allison Argent is—well she can handle herself. She’s pretty handy with a compound or crossbow and not to mention Chinese ring daggers. So with those three, Scott’s pack is well equip with special individuals who are willing to help protect this town. Which then brings in the more supernatural edge to Scott’s so-called pack. Himself and Isaac Lahey. The fellow beta has been creeping into Scott’s circle of friends and Scott won’t deny, he cares for the other guy. But it’s nice to have someone else who understands the ins and outs with being a werewolf, but also knows how to use their claws when needed.
So when Scott would think about his pack, he can’t think of one reason why Caroline wouldn’t let them help. Sure, he understands the whole spiel the cheerleader once told him. A Slayer is the chosen one, one girl born into every generation becomes the Slayer if the last one dies. This is a burden they must bear alone. And Scott understands, truly he does, but his personality doesn’t want to let Caroline do this one her own. He wants to help in any way he can. So he took one step forward, shaking his head as he watched Caroline Forbes’ fleeting figure.
“Caroline, wait,” he watched her turn around, curls flying behind her, and Scott stared back for a moment. “You can’t do this on your own. My friends and I—we can handle ourselves but we can also help you. You don’t have to be alone. I know, I know. The Slayer is always alone but can’t you make an exception?” He stepped forward while talking, raising eyebrows once he was done. Scott stared at Caroline until she replied. He watched her facial features change with each thought but when her face reflected one of seriousness and solemn, Scott knew she was just going to brush him off again.
“Scott, I appreciate it. I do. But all your friends are good for are finding the dead bodies.”
It was a low blow and Caroline had to know that. But Scott’s face fell, all the hope he once felt kind of disappeared. Sure, he may have been too late with some of the bodies, finding them after they’re dead. But it doesn’t mean he and his friends couldn’t help. That they wouldn’t be the least bit helpful. Scott is sure that it’ll all work out better if they were a team. After everything that has gone on in Mystic Hills and how he’s been caught in the middle of all of it, Scott figured Caroline would be a little bit more lenient in letting him help.
“Come on, Care, you know we can help.” Caroline was still retreating, walking away while shaking her head a few times. “Alright, why not just myself? We can keep my friends out of it. You know I can take care of myself, I mean I’ve got claws.” It was crazy. How that was his final attempt. To bring up his lycanthropy like it’s been the least bit helpful in the past couple of months. He’s a terrible werewolf. He hated it when he was first bitten and now his life keeps getting worse. But in the end, Scott McCall just wants to help protect Mystic Hills. This is his home, his loved ones live here. If he just sits by and watches…it wouldn’t end well and he knows it. Caroline has to know it. “Please, I can help.”
This obviously was the last straw for the Slayer. The blonde walked back, briskly and determined, with a glare in her eyes. “Now you listen here, McCall. That’s the problem, that’s why I can’t let you help me. I’m the Slayer, I’m the one who’s supposed to be the protector. You’re a werewolf, you can easily be a bad guy just like a vampire could. So I can’t trust you, I’m not going to trust you. Just go home, Scott. Go home to your friends, tell them to keep their noses out of my business. I can’t look out for you and the rest of the town. People are dying and it’s my job to stop it. So go home.” Those were her final words. Caroline Forbes walked away, still pissed off that she had to tell him this many times just to drop it.
Scott watched Caroline, feeling defeated but still a little bit hopeful. If she wasn’t going to let him and his friends help, they’re just gonna help on their own. Maybe if they work at it, they’ll be there before the bodies are found dead. Maybe they can find who’s been taking the people and sacrificing them. Maybe, without Caroline, they can stop whoever is doing this. Just to show that maybe the Slayer doesn’t actually have to be alone. Because that’s all Scott wants to show her. Not that he wants to take her job or anything from her but to help her.
