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Dozens of scared, confused, and surprised screams drowned out Allison's shout of terror as the front yard erupted into utter chaos. People were running in every direction, trying to maneuver through the crowded scene. Allison stood rooted to the ground; frozen in fear as she looked into those bone chilling red eyes.

She felt herself begin to shake as the creature in front of her stood on its hind legs, close enough that she could feel its hot breath on her face. She wanted to turn around and run, scream, cry, or a combination of the three. Instead all she could do was stare, mouth agape, and pray that this was a nightmare.

A low, threatening growl came from the creature's throat, causing her to take a frightened step backwards. She stopped immediately when the creature took a step of his own forward.

Allison opened her mouth, wanting to scream for help when the creature in front of her got down on all fours and leaned back.

She knew the animal was getting ready to attack and she prepared herself to move out its path. Tears formed in her eyes as she realized that the yard was silent; everyone was gone. The animal let out another growl and lunged toward her so fast she had no time to react.

A blur and then creature was no longer in front of her. She stood in shock as she watched someone tackle the creature to the ground, placing her out of harm's way.

She jumped and couldn't suppress the scared yelp that escaped her throat as someone grabbed her arm and pulled.

"Allison!" She turned, confusion on her face as Stiles tried to pull her away from the fight that was currently going on behind her. "We gotta get you out of here. Come on!"

"Stiles?" Allison let him pull her along, too shocked and scared to do anything else. "What's going on? What is that thing? Where's Scott?"

Stiles was breathing heavily, fear and adrenaline pumping. "Run now, ask questions later Allison."

He pulled her into the street and stopped. He looked behind them, worry etched in every line of his face. He pushed her ahead of him and pointed down the street. Allison followed his line of sight and saw his Jeep parked several cars down.

Stiles reached into his pocket and pulled his keys out before shoving them into Allison's trembling hands.

"Go to my Jeep, turn the car on, and wait there," he said hurriedly, gripping her shoulders to make sure she was listening.

She hesitated, "What about you? Where's Scott?"

Stiles' eyes flicked back to yard for a fraction of a second.

"Please Allison, just go. We'll be right behind you."

Fear gripped her immediately as she interpreted what that statement meant. Scott was still here.

Scott saved me.

"Oh my god," her hand went to her mouth as she turned around, ready to run back to the place she wanted to leave more than anything.

Stiles stopped her, turning her back around. He gripped her hands, squeezing his car keys into her palm. She could see how scared he was.

"Allison, you're just gonna distract him. Wait in the car. Trust me he'll be fine."

The certainty and truth in his voice finally persuaded Allison and she nodded. Stiles sighed in relief as she took off, running towards the Jeep.

He turned his attention back to yard just as Scott was thrown several feet through the air, the Alpha advancing towards him immediately. Stiles' heart hammered in his chest when Scott didn't get up right away. Just as the Alpha was about to attack Scott again, he got to his feet in time to prepare himself.

Stiles forced himself to look away, knowing he had a job to do.

He scanned the yard and his eyes landed on Derek who had managed to make it almost to the street. Stiles sprinted towards him and threw Derek's arm over his shoulder, slipping his own arm around Derek's waist.

"Of all the times to be the slowest healer in the world," Stiles said as Derek groaned.

Derek leaned heavily on the younger man, mentally berating himself for not being able to contribute to the situation.

"The worse you're injured, the longer it takes to heal yourself," Derek ground out through clenched teeth.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Stiles forced out. Supporting the majority of Derek's weight was making their trek to Stiles' Jeep a much slower journey than anticipated.

Several painfully slow minutes later they reached their destination. Stiles released Derek's arm and leaned him against the side of the Jeep. He pulled open the driver's side door, pushed the seat forward and turned back to the injured wolf.

"Alright, in you go," Stiles said quickly, helping Derek into the backseat. Derek leaned back, thankful to be sitting down once again. Stiles pushed to seat back and climbed behind the wheel. He turned to see a terrified Allison in the passenger seat.

"Derek Hale?" She yelled fearfully. "Isn't he a murderer?"

"No," Stiles said quickly. "And I said questions later, remember? Now get in the back seat."

Allison's mouth flew open, "With him? No way."

Stiles slammed his hand on the steering wheel in frustration. "Just get in the fucking backseat Allison! We don't have time for this; Scott doesn't have time for this!"

At this, Allison immediately climbed into the back. Her mind was spinning as Stiles threw the car into drive and pulled down the street towards Lydia's house. She jumped when Stiles started honking the horn with his left hand; he reached over with his right hand and swung the passenger side door open.

Stiles watched Scott continue to struggle with the Alpha, his movements and reaction growing slower with each attack. He could hear police sirens coming now, and he saw a familiar black SUV speeding towards them.

"Dad?" Allison whispered breathlessly from the back seat.

Stiles slammed on the brakes in front of Lydia's house and continued honking the horn.

Scott could feel himself growing weaker as he managed to barely dodge the Alpha's claws once again. As soon as he had seen Stiles get Allison away from the yard he had let the wolf in him completely take control.

Fueled by rage, he had held his own for longer than he expected. But with each blow from the larger werewolf he found himself losing control. His energy was fading and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

The sound of a car horn blaring filled his ears and he wanted to cry with relief. He had managed to hang on long enough.

The Alpha lunged at Scott again. Scott clawed at the werewolves eyes, momentarily halting its advance. He leaned back, and with all the strength he had left he kicked the Alpha square in the chest with both feet, sending him sprawling back several feet.

Without hesitating Scott turned and ran towards Stiles' awaiting Jeep. He heard police sirens coming and ran faster. As the adrenaline left his body, he could feel himself changing back to his normal self.

He climbed into the Jeep and Stiles slammed on the gas before Scott had even closed the door.

"Scott?" Allison asked from the back.

Scott whipped his head around, having momentarily forgotten she was there.

"Oh my God," Allison whispered as she looked into the glowing yellow eyes of her ex-boyfriend.

It's shorter than I wanted it to be, but I've already started working on the next chapter so it'll be out faster. Hope it was enjoyable.

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