"Yo, Scotty. Hey, yo, Scotty? Still with me?" My brother clicked his fingers in Scott's face.

"Yeah, sorry. Uh, what's the word?" He asked, sounding a little dazed.

"Anachronism" I said.

"Something that exists out of its normal time"

"Nice" I grinned at him.

"Okay, next word, incongruous" Stiles said.

"Um, can you use it in a sentence?"

"Yes. Yes, I can. It's completely incongruous that we're sitting on a bus right now, on our way to some stupid cross-country meet after what just happened incongruous" My brother replied.

"Out of place, ridiculous, absurd" Scott answered.

"Perfect. Okay, next word. Um, Darach. Darach, it's a noun" he said.

"We have to talk about it sometime, okay?" I said to the boys.

"And we're gonna be stuck in this thing for like five hours so why not?" Stiles shrugged. "Next word. Intransigent"

"Stubborn"

Scott winced in pain as the bus jolted.

"Oh, buddy, you okay?" Stiles asked.

"We shouldn't have come. I knew it.
We shouldn't have come" I said.

"We had to. There's safety in numbers" Scott argued back.

"Yeah, well, there's also death in numbers, okay? It's called a massacre or bloodbath, carnage, slaughter, butchery, wow, that's-" Stiles cut off when Scott moaned in pain.

"Scott, I'm telling coach that-" I started.

"No. No, no, no. I'm all right" He said.

"Well, you don't look all right" Stiles pointed out.

"Would you just let me see it?" I said.

"I'm okay"

"Just let me see it, okay?" I said.

"Okay"

He lifted his shirt up showing the wound.

I grimaced.

"Oh, dude" Stiles said in disbelief.

"I know it's bad, but it's because they're from an Alpha. It'll take longer to heal" Scott said.

"How come Boyd and Isaac are fine then?" I argued.

Scott leant his head on the window.

"I can't believe he's dead. I can't believe Derek's dead"

~

"Two of you, back in your seats" coach bellowed. "Jared, again, car sick? Every ti-how do you even get on the bus?" He bent down next to the poor kid. "Look at me. No, don't look at me. Look at the horizon. Keep your eyes-keep your eyes on the horizon" he stood up and his eyes scanned over to where Scott, Stiles and I were sat. "McCall, not you too"

"No, coach, I'm good" Scott lied.

"Hey, Scott, you're bleeding again.
And don't tell me that it's just taking longer to heal, okay? Because I'm pretty sure that still bleeding means not healing like at all" I said when I noticed the blood seeping through his shirt.

"He's listening" Scott said, referring to Ethan.

"Is he gonna do something?" Stiles asked.

"Not in front of this many people" Scott replied.

"Okay, well, what about the two ticking time bombs sitting right near him?" My brother said, referring to Isaac and Boyd.

"No, they won't. Not here"

"Okay, well, what if they do? Are you gonna stop 'em?" Stiles said.

Scott nodded. "If I have to"

We sat in silence for a while until Scott started to stand up.

"What-what Scott? Where are you going?" I asked.

"Boyd. He's gonna do something"

"Okay, what? How do you know?" Stiles said.

"Look at his hands"

~

"Crisis averted?" Stiles asked.

"Mm-hmm" Scott said as he sat down again.

"Okay, good. 'Cause we got another problem. Ethan keeps checking his phone, like, every five minutes. It's like he's waiting for something, you know, like, a message or a signal of some kind. I don't know, something evil though, I can tell. I have a very perceptive eye for evil, but you know that" Stiles said.

"I don't like him sitting with Danny" Scott said.

"Yeah, neither do I" Stiles agreed. "I'm gonna see what he's waiting for"

"What are you doing?" I questioned.

He whipped out his phone.

"I'm gonna ask"

I sighed.

Many messages later Stiles finally got a reply from Danny.

Someone close to him is sick. Might not make it through the night.

"Ennis" Scott said.

"Okay so does that mean uh-" Stiles started.

"He's not dead" Scott finished.

"Not yet"

~

"Jared, I'm warning you. I'm an empathetic vomiter. You throw up, I'm gonna throw up right back on you. And it will be profoundly disgusting" Coach warned.

"Please don't talk about throwing up.
It's not good" Jared said.

"I might throw up on you just to make a point, Jared" coach threatened.

"It's not good. It's not good"

"Now the rest of you, don't think we're gonna miss this meet because of a slight traffic jam, a minor tornado warning, Jared. We're gonna make this thing. Nothing is gonna stop us!" Coach yelled excitedly. He sighed as my brother raised his hand. "Stilinski, put your hand down"

"You know, there's, like, a food exit about a half a mile up. I don't know if we stop and then maybe traffic-" Stiles started.

"We're not gonna stop" Coach interrupted.

"Okay, but if we stop-"

Coach blew the whistle. "Stilinski! Shut it! Seriously! It's a little bus! Stop asking me questions!"

Stiles huffed and sat back in his seat. "I hate him. Did you call Deaton?" He asked Scott.

"I keep getting his voice mail"

"That's it. I'm calling Lydia and Allison" Stiles said.

"How are they gonna help, back in beacon hills?" Scott questioned.

"They're not. They've been following us for hours" I shrugged.

Stiles scoffed, looking behind him. "Pathetic"

I heard the rings and then Stiles pressed his phone to his ear. "I know you guys are right behind us. Put me on speaker...Okay, look, Scott's still hurt....No, he's not healing. I think he's actually getting worse. The blood's turning, like, a black colour...What's wrong with him? I don't-do I have a PhD in lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that...
Yeah, I've been trying...Reason? Have you met this guy?" Stiles huffed and hung up the phone.

"Let me try" I said, standing up to reach coach.

"Coach, it's five minutes for a bathroom break, okay? We've been on this thing for, like, three hours-" he blew the blood whistle. I sighed. "It's 60 Miles to the next rest stop" I said.

He blew the whistle again.

"Being cooped up for hours is not good-" he cut Stiles off by blowing whistle. "You know, our bladders aren't exactly-" Whistle again.

"Coach" I started, only to be cut off.

This is-" Stiles spoke but he was cut off too. "Can you-" Coach blew the whistle again. "Please-" he blew it three times.

I could feel the anger boiling up inside of me. "Let us talk!" I yelled.

"I'm-" Stiles started. Coach laughed. "Every time-"

He blew the whistle again and this time for longer.

"Get back to your seat, Stilinski's!" Coach screamed.

"Okay!" Stiles and I yelled.

"And Jared, keep your eyes on the horizon" Stiles and I paused and both turned to face each other with the same grin.

"You thinking what I'm thinking" My brother said.

"Probably"

~

"Jared, you suck!" Coach yelled as we all got off the bus. "Hey, somebody grab some towels or a mop-" coach yelled out the window. "Or a new bus!"

Stiles and Allison helped carry Scott into a bathroom whilst Lydia and I followed behind.

Once we were inside, Allison bent down next to Scott and lifted his shirt up, exposing the wound.

"Oh, my God. Why didn't you tell us?" She asked.

"Sorry"

"Okay. Just give us a second, okay?" She said. "This shouldn't be happening. I've seen him heal from worse than this"

I nodded in agreement.

"Okay, what do we do then? Do we just call an ambulance?" Stiles asked.

"What if it's too late? What if they can't help?" Allison rushed out.

"We gotta do something" Stiles said.

"You know, it could be psychological" I spoke up.

"What do you mean, like, psychosomatic?" Stiles suggested.

"Somatoformic?" Lydia suggested.

"Som-" Stiles started.

"A physical illness from a psychogenic cause" Lydia explained, rolling her eyes.

He still looked baffled. Lydia and I both sighed.

"Yes, it's all in his head" I said.

"All in his head" Stiles realised. "Because of Derek. He's not letting himself heal because Derek died"

"So what do we do?" Allison asked.

Lydia fumbled in her bag to find something, eventually pulling out a needle. "Stitch him up" She replied. "I'm serious. Maybe all he needs to do is just believe it's healing" Lydia handed Allison the needle.

She took a lighter out of her bag and sterilised the needle.

"He's gonna need another shirt. Where's his bag?" Allison asked, bending down in front of Scott again.

"Um, I'm gonna get it. I hate needles anyway, so uh- do you know what you're doing?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah, my father taught me" Allison replied.

"I mean, how fast are you gonna-I mean, the bus like, the bus could leave" Stiles reminded.

"Well, you just make sure it doesn't leave" Allison said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I'll come with you" I said.

"Yeah, me too" Lydia said, both of us following Stiles outside.

~

Stiles had gone over to explain to Isaac what was happening whilst Lydia and I waited.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" I asked nervously.

She nodded. "It's Scott. He's always okay"

I sighed. "I hope so"

I heard shouts from around the corner and we raced over.

Scott and Allison came up behind us.

"What's happening?" I asked.

"They went after him. I told then what was happening with him and they just went after him" Stiles explained.

"Who, Boyd?" Scott asked.

Stiles shook his head.

"Isaac"

Scott pushed past people so he could get to the front. Isaac was punching the hell out of one of the twins.

"Isaac!" He yelled.

"Isaac!" Coach repeated. "Back off!"

"Isaac! Stop" Scott yelled, trying to pull him away. "Isaac!"

Isaac paused and turned to face everyone, completely out of breath. The whole crowd went silent as everyone stared at him.

Oh my god.

~

The whole bus jolted and we all lurched forwards a little as the vehicle came to a stop.

I peered out of the window to see an old unattractive looking motel.

The name 'Glen Capri' flashed on the sign.

I exchanged a look with Scott, who was sat next to me.

I frowned, then looked back at the building again.

Something tells me that this is going to be a bad night.

~

A/N

GUYS *breathes heavily* SEASON 5 TRAILER