Disclaimer: "I do not own Teen Wolf. The show, the characters, and any quotes from the show belong to Jeff Davis and his amazing team of writers. I only own Nixie, and anything I make her do or say."


Chapter 7: Episode 1x7

As Stiles makes to go outside to grab the bolt cutters, Nixie pushes firmly against his chest and says, "Uh, no! Not on your life!" "If we can't keep him out we're dead anyway Nix!"

She groans in her frustration, and then shoves him aside and says, "Stay here and shut it right after me." "What? Nix!" She exits before he can try to stop her like she'd stopped him. Creeping down, trying to keep a lookout at the same time, Nixie has the cutters in her grasp just as both Scott and Stiles start banging on the door. She hears Scott shouting, "Come back! Nix! Come back!"

And when she lifts her head, the giant ass wolf is glaring at her with its red eyes, and is beginning it's charge towards her.

Sprinting back to the door, sliding in as Stiles cracks it open, she hears him slam it shut immediately behind her. She spins and slams the bolt cutter handles through either push bar on the door, and then waits.

She'd honestly been expecting the wolf to bang on the doors or try to rip them off the hinges. They'd all been waiting for that. But nothing happens. Leaning back to look out the narrow windows again, Nixie asks, "Where is he?" Stiles shines his flashlight outside, but sees nothing. The alpha wasn't there.

But he most certainly wasn't gone. The night had just begun a few hours ago. They were cornered. And the alpha knew it. No… he was definitely still here somewhere.

As they step back from the door, Scott asks, "That won't hold, will it?" Stiles sighs and says, "Probably not." Nixie nods and says, "I'm just gonna go ahead and say no."

Then they turn to look down the hall, and Nixie says, "On the plus side… we have the entire school to try and hide in. Let's go." And as a menacing howl echoes though the night, they sprint down the hall to try and find a classroom.

Stiles and Scott try to push a teacher's desk to the door, but Nixie says, "Don't really think it's gonna make a difference guys." Stiles huffs, but then looks to Scott and says, "It's your boss." "What?" "It's Deaton. The alpha? Your boss!" "No." "Yes! Murdering psycho werewolf!" "He can't be…" "Oh come on Scott. He disappears and that thing shows up ten seconds later? To toss Derek twenty feet through the air no less? That's not convenient timing?"

Scott says firmly, "It's not him." Stiles huffs and says, "He killed Derek." "No! Derek's not dead. He can't be dead." "Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury." "Okay… just… what do we do?"

Nixie stares at both of them, and then whispers, "For starters, we stop wasting time having this senseless little heart to heart!" Both of them look at her, and then she says, "Secondly, we get out of here, get to Stiles jeep, and then get home." To Scott, she says, "I agree with you, alright. I don't think it's Deaton. But for Stiles' sake, let's just go ahead and say that when we survive this, you seriously think about quitting your job? Okay?" "Fine."

Scott turns to the windows, but Stiles says, "Much as I love that plan, we can't use the windows. They don't open. The school's climate controlled." Scott looks at him and says, "Then… we break it?" Nixie shakes her head and says, "Too much noise." Scott looks back outside and says, "Then we run really fast. Really, really fast."

Nixie notices him narrow his eyes though, and then he asks, "Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?" "What do you mean? Nothing's wrong." "It's bent." "What, you mean dented?" Nixie looks out the window too, and then says, "No… he definitely means bent."

Stiles comes up to her side, and asks, "Well, what the…"

And then the glass over their heads shatters, and Nixie drags both boys down to the ground. The thump behind her calls her attention, and as she stares at the black box in the classroom now, she ponders for a moment what the hell it is.

Then her eyes widen, and before she can speak, Stiles says, "That's my battery."

Nixie stares at it a second longer, and then mutters, "Son of a bitch!"


When they finally make it to the locker room later, having decided it was the best place to go because it had the least amount of windows, Nixie sits down and sighs and asks, "Anybody got glass stuck anywhere?' Stiles shakes his head and asks, "Why? Do you?" "No. But it keeps falling out of my hair, so I'm just checking."

He moves closer and brushes what he can see off her head and out of her ponytail. Sighing, he says, "You didn't have to cover both of us you know. It's not like a huge piece was falling towards us or anything." "Yeah, well, I didn't know that." "And furthermore, if there had been, what were you gonna do? Just let it stab you instead. And then me and Scott would be left all alone and we'd both be killed by this damn thing because we wouldn't be able to think properly because we'd be grieving you."

Nixie gives him a look, but then smirks a little and says, "I'm touched." "Yeah, you should be."

Scott joins them after a second, brushing come glass off of Nixie's shoulder. Then he looks to Stiles and says, "Call your dad." "And tell him what exactly?" "Anything! Gas leak, fire… anything. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off." "And what if it doesn't?"

Scott gives him a look and says, "They have guns." "And Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane laced bullet to even slow him down, you remember that?" "Stiles… it'll leave. It can't just…" "It could just kill all of the cops that show up…" "It…"

Nixie puts a hand to Scott's chest to stop him from arguing, and then says, "What if it doesn't leave and tries to go completely ballistic and kill every single cop that comes, including Noah?'

Scott takes moment to ponder that, and then sighs and asks, "Alright, what if we get out and make a run for it?" Nixie shakes her head and says, "Nothing near the school for at least a mile. And that's take at least eight minutes to get to. Five maybe if we sprint the whole thing, but I'd say ten at best."

When Stiles raises an eyebrow, wondering how she knows that, she shrugs and says, "What? I've done it before okay."

Scott sighs again, and then looks at them both and asks, "What about Derek's car?" Stiles ponders, and then asks, "That could work. We get the keys off his body… ugh… and then take it out of here."

Nixie gives Stiles a pointed look, and when Stiles looks to Scott in confusion, Scott says, "And we take Derek." "Oh, fine, whatever."

But as they're heading for the door, Scott grabs both their arms and says, "Stop." Stiles asks, "What?" "I think I heard something." "Like what?!" "Shh, be quiet."

Nixie tries to listen, and finally hears something coming closer to the locker room. Backing up, she follows Stiles lead and takes cover in one of the lockers.

Of course, when it turns out to only be the janitor on night shift… she sighs in relief. Scott and Stiles both fall out of their lockers and scare the poor man half to death.

When she finally comes out, gently and quieter than them, the man points to her and asks, "Like that? Why couldn't you come out like that? Still creepy, but at least it doesn't potentially give me a heart attack!"

Then he shoves them all to get out, and when Nixie and Stiles try to talk to him… he just keeps shoving them out the door.

And the second he slams it in their faces, he ends up slammed against the door, blood also staining the glass as the alpha tears him apart.

Damn it! What the hell were they going to do now?!


When they slam into the double doors to try and get back outside, Nixie actually falls back on the ground from how fast she'd been running towards it. Stiles bends down to check on her while asking, "Scott, what is it?"

Scott sticks his head out, and then says, "A dumpster."

Stiles pauses, and then finishes pulling Nixie off the floor and says, "He pushed it in front of the door to lock us in." Nixie nods, rubbing her now sore and probably bruised left arm. And then she says, "Well, I'd say it worked quite effectively."

As they head out to try and find another door, Stiles asks desperately, "What does it even want?" Scott looks at him and says, "Me. Remember? Derek said it's stronger with a pack." "Oh great. A psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork." Nixie nods and says, "As if we didn't have enough to worry about with him just being psychotic." "Exactly!"

Nixie bumps into Scott when he stops walking, and as she starts to ask what it is, he grabs her good arm and asks, "You see him too right?"

She follows his gaze to the roof of the other side of the school, seen through the windows in the hall they're currently walking down. And yeah… there's no mistaking that. That big, giant ass, alpha is out there, glaring at them with is bright red eyes. Glaring right back at him this time though, as he starts to pounce and leap towards them, Nixie grabs both boys and says, "Run! And Stiles, for the love of God, turn off the damn flashlight!"

Nixie's not sure how long they run, and for a while isn't even sure where they end up going. But Scott manages to find a path leading into a lower level of the school, with even less windows, and more shadows to hide in. Sighing as they round another corner, they all pause to catch their breath, Nixie peering down both directions of the hall they're currently in, trying to decide what they're next course of action should be.

"Alright, we have to do something." Nixie looks over at Stiles as they come to a stop at yet another door in this dark sublevel. Raising an eyebrow, she says breathlessly, "Really? And all this time… I thought we already were trying to do that. Tell me, oh brilliant one, what exactly should we be doing differently?"

He gives her an exaxperated look and says, "I don't know. Kill it, hurt it… inflict mental anguish on it… something. And the sarcasm isn't appreciated." "You're just saying that because you think we're about to die." "And you don't think we are?" "Well, Scott isn't. You and me are up for debate though."

Then Stiles spots the room that only has one entrance. Taking his car keys, useless at this point really, he tosses them inside the room, and then hurriedly pulls Nixie and Scott back with him as the alpha roars from nearby and then takes off after the keys.

Stiles slams the door shut behind it and says, "The desk guys! The desk!"

Nixie and Scott shove the spare desk in front of the door, and just in time too. No sooner had they let go then the alpha tried to burst through the door again, slamming the desk against the metal filing cabinet on the other side of it. But the door still stays shut, and the desk holds it in place. Sighing, Nixie asks, "Did… did that really just work?"

Stiles grins at her, and then tells Scott to hurry up and get across the desk.

And then Stiles… being Stiles, climbed on the desk to get a look at it. "Yeah, that's right. We got you…" Nixie punches him in the arm while Scott says, "Will you shut up?" "No… I'm not scared of this thing."

Which is quickly disproven as he nearly falls on the cement floor when the wolf bangs against the door again. Nixie rolls her eyes at him and says, "I personally find him terrifying. And anyone with a brain would too." Stiles gives her a look and then says, "Well, I'm don't. Because he's in there, and we're out here. And he's not going…"

Which is when the wolf breaks through the ceiling and starts crawling around above them. Nixie glares slightly at Stiles and says, "You just had to go and taunt him didn't you. Run!"

They've barely made it down into another sublevel, feeling more secure, when Scott suddenly asks, "Wait. Do you hear that?" Nixie listens around, but even though she has some seriously good hearing, all she can hear is the steam coming from the pipes. Shaking her head, she says, "Must be something only you hear this time Scott. What is it?" "It sounds like a phone ringing."

Stiles rolls his eyes, and then Nixie suggests, "Maybe the janitor had a phone and the werewolf didn't destroy it." "No… I know that tone. It's Alison's phone." Nixie freezes, and then asks, "What? What the hell is she doing here?!"


"What are you doing here?"

As Scott repeats Nixie's earlier question to Alison when they find her, she tries to explain the text she'd gotten to meet him here. Nixie snatches the phone to read it, and then curses under her breath and says, "This is really beginning to piss me off."

Stiles looks at her and asks, "It wasn't already?" "It was. I'm just now becoming exceptionally pissed." "Ah. Of course."

Alison looks between the two, and would almost smile if not for the tense and almost pinched look in Nixie's face. Sarcastic as they were still being… Nixie was serious. Something bad was happening tonight, and whatever it was had her more ticked off than anyone had ever seen her before. Even Scott and Stiles.

And then Lydia and Jackson walk into the room, and Nixie throws her hands up and asks, "What the hell? Did he invite a whole party? I mean… shit…"

Back to Stiles, ignoring Lydia's confused gaze, Nixie says, "You might need to send a text to your dad to let him know who's here so he can know what names to put on the gravestone over our mass burial." Stiles raises an eyebrow, but doesn't get to comment. That's when they hear the thumping from the ceiling above them.

Scott and Alison take each other's hands. And Nixie knows that if he has too, Scott will drag Alison out of harm's way and into safety.

Which meant she only had to worry about Jackson and Lydia. Stiles was her concern as well, obviously. But of the additional people she now had to focus on keeping alive, she only had to concentrate on Lydia and Jackson. Mostly Lydia. She'd take care of Jackson… but he came in last compared to the rest.

So when it came time to run, Nixie grabbed Lydia's arm to get her attention. And when Lydia looked down at her, Nixie's eyes still trained up towards the ceiling, Nixie said, "Lydia. In front of me. Now."

Jackson, for the second time in his life, sees just how much trust Lydia has put into this girl. As much as Lydia and he hung out and as much as Nixie didn't like him… he had never fully understood why Lydia and her were still such good friends.

But now, in this moment, there was no hesitation on Lydia's part. When Nixie said to move, Lydia moved. When Nixie said to run, Lydia ran as fast as she could. And when Nixie told her that Jackson was also fine and to just keep going, Lydia didn't turn back to glance and see if it was true. She kept running.

And Jackson was fine, because Nixie shoved him in front of her too and was taking up the rear. So if… whatever this thing was… if it got to anyone first, it was going to be her.

When they burst through the double doors and into the next classroom, Scott bolts it shut, and then everyone begins trying to pile things in front of it. Nixie steps back with Stiles though, trying to get their attention, but to no avail.

Finally, she puts her fingers in her mouth and lets out a high-pitched whistle. Scott cringes a little with the frequency of it and the fact that she was so close to him when it happened. But it got everyone's attention, and then Stiles finally said, "Okay, nice work everyone. Really beautiful job. Now, can someone tell me what we're supposed to do about the twenty-foot wall of windows?"

Scott huffs and lowers his head, running hands through his hair in frustration. And as Alison starts talking to Scott, Nixie moves over to Lydia. Grabbing her shaking hands, rubbing them over to warm them with her own cold ones, Nixie says, "You're okay." "But not for long. That… that thing… what was that thing?" "No idea. But you're okay right now. Focus on that."

Nixie then glances at Jackson, looking him over once before asking, "You hurt?" He blinks, but then answers, "N… No. No… I'm okay." "Good." Back to Lydia, Nixie says, "I've got you. Okay?" Lydia nods, but then asks, "Are… are you sure?" Nixie gives her a stern look before smiling gently and saying, "Have I ever not had you?" "No. You always have." "Then believe it now, like you always believed it then." "Okay."

Then Nixie turns back to Scott and Alison, and freezes for a moment when she hears Scott say, "It's Derek. It's Derek Hale. It's been him the whole time."

And Nixie would argue on Derek's behalf. She really would. Because this was most certainly not Derek, who was either still paralyzed, or quite possibly very dead at this moment.

But to argue would just frighten everyone even more. Jackson already looked about to explode, either with fear or anger, Nixie's not sure which. Lydia is shaking again, but still nodding to herself, and Nixie knows she's remembering that Nixie will keep her safe. And Alison… she looks like she's unsure about this whole thing right now.

Jackson finally just turns to Stiles and says, "Call the cops." "No." Eyes narrowing, Jackson asks, "What do you mean no?" Stiles gives him a look and says, "I mean no. You want to hear it in Spanish? No!"

When even Lydia looks like she might argue, Stiles says, "Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with." Jackson gets in his face and says, "Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department. Call him!" Lydia makes to pull out her phone, but pauses when Nixie puts her hand over it.

Shaking her head at Lydia, she then turns to Jackson and says, "Back off." He turns to her and says, "Look, I know he's one of your 'boys' and all, but if he doesn't…"

He shuts up when she grips his shirt front and drags him in front of her. Glaring eyes meet his now, and she says, "I am not above kicking you ass here and now, with Derek trying to kill us, if I have to. Back. Off."

Letting him go, she then looks sheepishly to Stiles and Scott and says, "Besides, I already tried." Stiles spins to her and asks, "You what?" "I already tried. I didn't call your dad. I got the front-desk person. I was going to request Virgil or someone else."

Sighing, taking Lydia's hands again, Nixie says, "Someone tipped them that there were going to be prank calls about the high school tonight. They're not taking those seriously. Said they'd trace it and have me arrested if I called again."

Alison perks up and says, "Okay, so call again." But Stiles already knows why Nixie didn't. Sighing, he says, "No, they won't actually trace a cell. And they'll send someone to your house before they'd send anyone here."

Then Alison and Scott start yelling at each other, about why Derek is trying to kill them, or anyone else. Stiles and Scott both then ease over to the side while Nixie stays with Lydia. She still listens though as Stiles says, "Okay, first off, throwing Derek under the bus? Nicely done." Nixie ponders going over to tell him that it was definitely not 'nicely done'. But then she notes that Stiles said it with sarcasm.

Then she also notes that it took her longer than normal to realize Stiles was being sarcastic. Damn, she was stressed.

Alison comes over to Lydia and Nixie too, and then says in a teary sort of voice, "He… he yelled at me." Nixie glances up at her, and then sighs and says, "We've been here a while. It hasn't been easy. Give him a break."

Lydia looks up at her and says, "But you've been here too. And you…" "I have the patience of a nun when it's called for. And it just so happens to be called for in this case. Scott and Stiles have considerably less patience than I do. Hence me still being over here while they're over there. Seriously, how do you think I manage to put up with them all the time if I didn't have this much patience?"

But, as she says that, it also becomes apparent that Jackson isn't here anymore. Instead he's yelling at Stiles, saying, "Okay assheads. New plan. Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?"

And then Scott says, "He's right. Just call him… tell him the truth if you have too, but call him." "I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive." Jackson practically growls at them himself, and then says, "Alright, give me the phone. Give me the damn phone!"

He punches Stiles in the face, trying to get the phone away from him. And that… was the biggest mistake he could've made right then.

Lydia felt more than saw Nixie move away from her. The warmth that had been returning to her hands vanished as Nixie did, and when Lydia looked up, she gasped.

Nixie snagged Jackson by the collar and yanked him back so hard that he nearly choked. And if that weren't enough… she then lifted her leg and kicked him hard, straight in the chest, knocking him back across the room and into the wall of cabinets behind him.

Glaring down at him where he fell, Nixie says, "I said back off." Then she lifts her eyes to Lydia and Alison, both of whom are looking at her with wide eyes. Softening her gaze, but not dropping her defensive position, she turns to Stiles and helps him up off the floor.

Handing him back his phone, she whispers, "Count to five and then dial him."

He looks at her in confusion, but nods and does as she said. And in the meantime… she dials Noah first.

She can hear his voice on her phone, answering her call and wondering why she wasn't there, and then finally coming to the conclusion that maybe she'd butt dialed him or something. And as Stiles calls his dad, he's sent straight to voicemail. So now at least, it looks like Stiles tried.

Then the alpha starts banging on the doors they'd just barricaded, and Stiles suggests, "The kitchen. The kitchen leads to a stairwell." Alison says, "That only goes up." Nixie shrugs and says, "Anywhere is better than here. Lydia… in front of me. Go now."

When they finally get up a level, all of them try different classrooms, but they're all locked. Finally, Nixie sighs and turns to the chem lab. "Lydia."

Lydia runs over, and Nixie holds out a hand and says, "Bobby pin."

They all watch as Lydia pulls one from her hair and hands it over, and then Nixie gets down to one knee so she's eye level with the lock.

Ten seconds later, they all rush inside and Scott puts a chair in front of the door to hopefully keep it pinned shut.

Alison, now beside Nixie, asks, "You pick locks?" "I'm a regular Houdini." And in spite of everything, Alison grins and Nixie grins back. Then they all go dead silent as footsteps make their way past the room.

Scott looks to Jackson and asks, "How many people can fit in your car?" "Five if someone squeezes on someone's lap. Six if someone doesn't mind getting in the trunk." Nixie raises a hand and says, "Done." But Stiles sighs and says, "It doesn't matter. We're not getting out without drawing attention."

That's when Scott suggests the door to the roof. Stiles looks to Nixie and says, "It's a deadbolt though. You're gonna need more than a bobby pin." Nixie nods and says, "Any ideas where the key is?" Scott nods and says, "The janitor. He has one."

Stiles raises an eyebrow and says, "You mean his body has one." "I can get it. I can find him by scent." "Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea! What else you got?"

When neither can think of anything, Scott says, "I'm getting the key."

But Alison argues, "You can't go out there unarmed!"

And Scott grabs the flimsy pointer from the chalkboard. Nixie gives him a thumbs up and says, "Good job Scott. Because that's intimidating as hell." "It's better than nothing!"

Alison shakes her head and says, "There has to be something."

"There is."

All heads turn to Lydia when she says that, and then she gestures to the glass covered chemical cabinet. "Inside of there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail." Stiles blinks and asks, "Self-igniting…" "Molotov cocktail. Like a fire bomb."

Nixie grins and Lydia feels a bit of pride in that look before then glancing at Jackson. Quickly playing dumb, she asks, "What? I read it somewhere."

And Nixie rolls her eyes, but then gives Stiles a look when he says, "We don't have a key to that either. And Nixie… you need to…"

Nixie moves closer and smashes in the glass on the door. Pulling her arm back out, she turns to Lydia and asks, "What do you need?" Lydia rattles off everything, and Nixie pulls it out and hands it to Stiles to put on the table.

Jackson looks between the two of them like their aliens as Lydia starts pouring chemicals while Nixie moves to look at the deadbolt to see if she can guess what she might need to still pick it. His girlfriend and Nixie were moving around as though they were performing a covert operation, and had done so several times before. It was like they were trained for it. And he… well, he was poorly misinformed, and simply lucky to be on the same team as them.

Once the cocktail is made, Scott prepares to leave, knowing that the longer he waits, the more time he gives the alpha to find them again. Currently being in the chem lab, where all the chemicals were, was helping them hide. But that wouldn't last forever.

And that's when Alison tells him that she knows he's been lying all night. "Please… just please don't go Scott. Please."

But Scott turns to Nixie and says, "Lock it behind me."

Alison jerks Scott back around to kiss him, and then finally lets him go. Nixie locks the door, and then says, "Lydia… I'm gonna need more bobby pins. Alison… see if you can't find a very thin and very sharp knife or needle. I'm still gonna try and pick this thing."


Nixie's gone through five of Lydia's bobby pins trying to pick this thing. And she considers herself lucky that Lydia's purse is filled with them, otherwise they'd be in poor shape. Nixie only had two of her own, both of which were already bent out of shape and useless. And if they did run out of Lydia's… Nixie is sure Alison will have some they can use.

Of course… they probably won't make it to that point. They'd be dead before she got through half of Lydia's bobby pins. And Alison had managed to find a sharp needle and a very fine and thin knife. She also had a fingernail file and an artist cutting tool at her disposal. But nothing was working. Nixie wasn't used to deadbolts. Doorknobs and jams were easy. Deadbolts were a different story.

She notes to herself, if they make it out of here alive, to practice more with deadbolts.

Sighing, flexing her now cramping fingers, she rises to her feet and shakes her hand out to try and regain feeling in all of her fingers. That's when Lydia returns to her side. Taking Nixie's hand in hers, she gently begins massaging her knuckles and each finger. And Nixie winces at first, until it finally starts feeling better.

Alison then says, "I don't… I don't understand why he went back out there and why he left us here. I… I can't… and I can't stop my hands from shaking."

And Lydia's hands on Nixie's freeze when Jackson takes Alison's hands in his own and comforts her. The smirk on his face says it all. He's attempting, at least slightly, to steal Alison away from Scott.

Nixie pats Lydia on the shoulder and says, "Thanks." Then she turns to Alison and moves over to her. Batting Jackson out of the way, she takes Alison's hands in her own, and then says, "Go comfort your girlfriend."

Alison looks up at Nixie, and then asks, "Why? Why did he…" "Because he's trying to save us. Because in case you haven't noticed, I can't pick the damn lock, and unless we get the damn key, we're stuck here, waiting for some asshole to inevitably find us and kill us. Scott's trying to save us. And even though this isn't exactly safe, we're safer in here than we would be out there."

Shrugging, Nixie says, "Have a little faith Alison."

Then they turn to look when Lydia asks, "Jackson, you gave me the sulfuric acid right? Is has to be sulfuric acid, or it won't ignite." Jackson gives her a look and says, "Look, I gave you exactly what you asked for, didn't I?"

Lydia leans back from him, a little afraid, and then says, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure you did."

Nixie squeezes Alison's hands and says, "Have faith."

Back to Lydia, Nixie holds her hand out and sighs before saying, "Let me go at it again." Lydia hands her another bobby pin, and then as Lydia moves to Alison's side, Nixie pins a hand to Jackson's chest to keep him with her for a moment.

He's about to ask what the hell she wants, almost forgetting who he's talking to. But he freezes and his eyes quiver a little in fear when Nixie says, "If Scott dies out there because you handed Lydia the wrong ingredient… I'm going to kill you. I'm not going to beat you to a pulp, and I'm not going to break your pretty face. I'm going to kill you for being an overly arrogant dick."

She gives him one last hard look, and then returns to the door to try picking it again.

Of course, that's when the insanely huge and loud growl fills the air. It shakes everything. The ground, the walls, and all the chemicals in the room. It rattles the door so hard that the bobby pin Nixie had been working with falls out.

And then Jackson is screaming. Lydia stares at him with wide eyes, not understanding or knowing what to do. And even Stiles looks like he'd help, except that he's at a loss as well. Except, he does see the claw marks on the back of Jackson's neck. But he doesn't understand what effect that would have on Jackson yet.

Lydia is about to scream herself, when Nixie slides on the floor to Jackson's side. Touching the side of his neck, finding his pulse racing and his skin hot to the touch, she jerks his jacket off of him, and then the button up shirt he had on top of his tank top. Handing both articles to Lydia, Nixie then puts her still cold hands to his neck, hoping to cool him down.

He jumps at first, the shock from his hot skin against her cold shooting through his system almost like electricity. But finally, he relaxes, and he can breathe easy again. Moving her hands to his shoulders, Nixie says, "Talk to me Jackson. What do you need?" "Don't… don't let go yet."

She keeps her hands on him until his pulse steadies completely. Then he glances over at her in complete confusion. She'd not even a full ten minutes ago just threatened to kill him, and he believed every word of it. And yet here she was, helping him, fixing whatever was wrong with him just now.

Nixie meets his confused eyes, and then says, "Scott's not dead yet. And you're still important to her."

Then she stands up and sighs before saying, "Help him put his clothes back on Lydia. I'll be at the door again." Lydia nods and says, "Thank you Nixie." "Of course."

She's back at the door when Stiles asks, "What's that on your neck?" Jackson simply says, "I said I'm fine." But Lydia, having helped him with his shirt and jacket, now says, "It's been there for days and he won't tell me what happened." Glaring, Jackson said, "As if you actually care."

"Jackson." He turns to glance at Nixie, and she says in a low and carefully tempered voice, "The only reason I helped you just now is because Lydia does, in fact care. If she didn't, I wouldn't give a rat's ass about you or anything that happened to you. Consider that, before you try to insult her further."

Jackson stares at her for a while, and then turns to Stiles when he says, "Alright, can we not argue for like… half a second here?" Alison nods, and then asks, "Where's Scott? He should be back by now…"

Nixie doesn't move from her work, but she says gently, "Just have faith Alison." "Is that all you can say?!"

Nixie does pause at that, and then lifts her gaze to Alison. Huffing, Alison says, "He's been…" "He's been delayed. That's all." Alison moves over to her and asks, "And what if he hasn't?" "He has." "And what if he…" "Alison…"

And finally, Alison sees the tears welling up in Nixie's eyes. She shoves them back down, wiping her cheek on her sleeve for a moment, and then says to Alison softly, "There is no other option. He'll be fine. He has to be."

Alison finally just nods, and then sits on the floor with her and asks, "How's it going?" "I may as well be using pencil to try and pick it for all the good I'm doing." "Sarcasm? Really?" "There is always time for sarcasm. Especially in stressful situations."

The faintest of clicks is heard from outside, and as Alison glances out the foggy window on the door, she swears it was Scott. Jumping to her feet, she screams, "Scott! Scott wait!"

But the door is jammed. Not just locked, but jammed. Nixie even tries to help her open it, but the damn thing won't budge. She tries to pick it again, from the inside, but the bobby pin isn't working. It's like it can't make all the mechanisms turn. Huffing in annoyance and standing up, she says, "Something's jamming it from the outside."

And as Alison struggles with it again, Lydia shouts, "Stop! Do you hear that?"

They all stop moving completely, and Stiles and Nixie look at each other when they hear the sirens rolling in. Cops were here. And quite possibly, they were saved.

Or they were all going to die and the werewolf was going to take some cops with them. Either way… something was definitely about to change now.


As Noah walks them outside, he asks, "And you're sure it was Derek Hale?" Scott nods and Stiles says, "I saw him too."

Noah then looks to Nixie, who still holds up her hands and says, "I came after the fact. I can't say if it was him or not."

She refused to throw him under the bus. If he was dead, then he didn't deserve to die remembered as a murderer when he was one of the only adults around them that hadn't yet killed anyone. And if he wasn't dead… than he didn't need any extra witnesses saying that he'd killed the janitor when he hadn't.

Noah sighs, and then when Scott asks about the janitor, Noah says, "We're still looking." "Did you check under the bleachers?" "Yes, Scott, and we didn't find anything. We pulled them out and checked under them, and there's nothing." "I'm not making this up." "I know, and I believe you. I do."

Scott huffs and says, "No, you don't. You have this look like you feel bad for me. Like you want to believe me, but I know you don't."

Noah sighs, and then looks to Nixie and says, "Nix?" She blinks up at him, and then looks at Stiles and Scott. Then she sighs and says, "I… I can't honestly say anything about the bleachers. I wasn't there for that either." Noah nods, but then also nods again when she says, "But the janitor is dead. I saw that. I saw the body."

Back to Scott, Noah says, "Listen to me. We're gonna search this whole school. We're gonna find him. I promise."

Then he gets called away, but he points at all three of them and says, "Stay. All of you."

Nixie shrugs while Stiles lifts his hands in an offended manner. Then Stiles turns back to Scott and says, "Well, hey, we survived dude. You know? We outlasted the alpha. That's still good right? Being alive?"

But even Nixie sighs at that. Putting an arm around Stiles, she says, "I believe in the department of supernatural things… there is still a great deal we have to learn." "Such as…" "Like the fact that he probably definitely knew where we were the whole time. Why do you think I was trying so hard to pick the deadbolt?"

Scott nods and says, "He walked right past the chemistry room. You don't think he knew we were there? I mean… even if at first the chemicals helped mask our scent, eventually everything would've settled and he would've known. He knew… maybe even the whole time… he knew."

Stiles looks between them, and then asks, "Well, then how come we're still alive?"

Nixie shrugs, but Scott says, "Because it wants me in its pack. But first… I think I have to get rid of my old pack."

Frowning, Nixie asks, "What do you mean Scott? It's only you, Derek, or the alpha that we know about. Who else…" Scott looks at her and says, "I don't think it has to necessarily be werewolves."

Stiles crosses his arms and asks, "Wait… what? What do you…" "I mean Alison. I mean Jackson and Lydia. I mean… I mean you guys."

For a moment, all Stiles and Nixie can do is stare at him. And then Stiles sighs wearily and says, "The alpha doesn't want to kill us." Scott nods, and then looks to Nixie when she adds, "He wants you to do it."

Scott nods again, and then huffs and says, "And that's not even the worst part." Stiles throws up his hands and demands, "How… how in holy hell is that not the worst part Scott?" Nixie nods and says, "I'm with him. How in God's name could it get much worse?" Scott turns to both of them again and says, "Because when he made me shift… I wanted to do it! I wanted to kill you! All of you!"

He looks at Nixie desperately, and then says sadly, "Even you."

Scott watches the tears well up in Nixie's eyes, but she doesn't let them fall. Instead she steps up closer to him. Wrapping him in her arms, holding him tight, she says, "But you didn't. You fought back. You held it together and you got yourself back under control."

Sighing against him, she says, "We can do this Scott. We can beat him. I'm not going to let him turn you into a murderer. You are mine, you understand. You are my friend, and you are practically my brother. And he can't have you."

He hugs her back, squeezing so tight Nixie feels a little short of breath, but she doesn't stop him.

He stops himself eventually and mutters, "No way."

They all turn to see Deaton with an EMT in the parking lot. Dashing over to him, Scott asks, "How…" Deaton smiles and says, "How did I get away? Not easily. And from what I'm told, I'm alive because of you. I think I owe you a raise."

Nixie grins a little for Scott's benefit, and then follows as Noah says, "Come on guys. Let's let the EMTs do their job. You can talk to him later."

As they're walking away though, Scott spots Alison, and dashes over to try and talk to her. Leaning against Noah's cop car, Nixie leans closer to try and listen in.

Scott asks, "Are you okay?" "Yeah. My dad's on his way." "Do you… do you need anything from me? Do you want me to go with you?" "No! No, I don't."

Scott leans back in a little surprise, and then says, "Okay." Finally looking at him, Alison says, "And I also don't know what happened to you in there. I don't know what you were thinking. Maybe you weren't, but… Right now I don't… I don't feel like I can trust you." "Alison, I can explain." "I don't care."

Pleadingly, Scott says, "Okay, don't say anything else please, just don't say anything…" "Scott…" "Alison, just stop. Just please don't say anything. Stiles dad is gonna give me a ride home. I need to make sure my mom isn't freaking out. I'm gonna get a new phone tomorrow morning, and… I am… I'm gonna get a new phone and I'm gonna give you a call…"

"Don't." Scott looks so stunned that Nixie has to turn away. Looking at Alison desperately, Scott asks, "What?" "Don't call. Just… please don't call me Scott."

After she's gone, Nixie comes up to Scott and says, "Hey. Come on. Noah's waiting." "But…" "Space Scott. First you start by giving her space. Then you go from there. For right now… come on. Because you do need to make sure your mom isn't freaking out."


Later on that night, while Alison is lying in bed awake, she looks at her phone when it goes off. Seeing it's from Nixie, she's honestly prepared for a long message about how she should forgive Scott, or some sort of explanation on Scott's behalf. When Scott needed to be explained, Nixie always seemed to be able too.

But when she read it, she felt a few new tears leave her eyes. Because all it said was…

"Oh, ye of little faith. "


And here is Chapter 7! Hope you enjoy it. Chapter 8 will soon follow, and hopefully I'll manage to finish posting this whole season over the long weekend I get to have. Go Labor Day and my inability to bank this particular holiday for use at a later date. And, if you're feeling it, let me know what you think so far. Love you guys. Thanks for reading. :)