Chapter nine: Night School

Stupid. Idiots. Stupid fucking idiots. I parked my car behind the school. Dad was (oh so conveniently) out of town, going to that man he'd visited during the full moon. I was lying on my bed, translating, when I got a text from Stiles.

"Scott tried to call the Alpha, it came. Trapped inside the school, help."

"Idiots." I muttered, entering the school through the backdoor. (the one used by the nightwatch) I put on my backpack properly in case I needed to run. Which was very likely. At first I had no clue where to look.

Then again, why look when you can just follow the scream that comes out of nowhere? I ran towards the source of the noise, spotting Scott and Stiles standing outside the boys' locker room, staring in horror through the window.

"Run!" I shouted. They turned around, startled. "Do I really have to repeat myself?" I hissed, running towards them and pulling them along, back to the backdoor. We just managed to run around the corner when the door the two had been standing had fell to the floor.

"How did you get in?" Stiles asked when we stopped to catch a breath.

"Backdoor." I said, pointing at it. Stiles and Scott ran towards it, tried and failed to open them. I ran over to them and helped pushing, but it didn't help much.

"It's blocked." Scott said, peeking through the gap between the doors. "Someone put a dumpster in front of it."

"Yeah, wonder who that could've been." I muttered. Were there any other exits? The front door… too obvious. A window? Too much noise to break it, the Alpha would rip our heads off before we'd even get out.

"Are there any other exits?" I asked. Scott shook his head.

"Actually… we might be able to go onto the roof." Stiles said. "Climb down the rainpipe."

"Sounds good to me." I said, and we started walking. We were going through the hallway with a large row of windows on the side when Scott suddenly stopped. The hairs on the back of my neck rose. Were we being watched? I turned towards the windows and cursed.

"Wha- oh." Stiles said, looking through the window as well. The Alpha was on the opposite side of the building, sitting on the roof. Shivers went down my spine, and my hand automatically reached into my jacket, subconsciously looking for my gun. Normal bullets wouldn't even slow it down, so I loaded my gun with wolfsbane-filled ones. Similar to the one Derek had been shot with, but a different kind.

Once I had a firm grip on the gun, I saw something shift from the corner of my eye. The Alpha was running towards us.

"Run!" I yelled at Scott and Stiles, who seemed to think that standing still and waiting to get ripped apart was the best action. "I'll hold him off." I said, taking out my gun as Scott ran off. Stiles stayed put, hesitating. I sent a quick glare at him, and then he ran too.

The sound of glass shattering filled my ears, soon followed by a deep growl. Not hesitating, I shot twice at the Alpha and turned around, running after the two boys.

We managed to get down to the storage rooms, where we stopped to catch our breath. It didn't take long for the Alpha to catch up on us. A low growling sound became louder and louder as he came closer.

"Stay still." I whispered, my heart thumping rapidly in my chest. When the growling became softer again, I cautiously let out a sigh. Time to run some more.

~o~

We didn't get far until the Alpha found us again. We were in the hallway of the storage rooms, pressed against a wall, and the Alpha was closing in on us.

Stiles put his hand in his pocket, causing his keys to clatter against each other.

"Don't." Scott hissed, but Stiles continued anyway. The growling became louder, angrier. Then Stiles threw the keys through an open door, the Alpha racing after it, into the room. Stiles ran towards the door, slamming it shut.

"The desk!" he yelled, but I was already on it, pushing it in front of the door. Stiles and Scott smiled triumphantly at each other when it slammed its body against the door, but it didn't open.

"He cant't…" Scott said, letting out a laugh in disbelief. He and Stiles high-fived, but I wasn't as relieved as them.

"Oh he'll get out.." I said. "I'm not even sure if the wolfsbane has kicked in yet. It's strong, a door won't hold him." That wiped the smiles of their faces.

"Oh, please don't tell me that we have to run again." Stiles whined, leaning against the wall as he tried to catch his breath. I let out a laugh.

"Too bad sweetie. But if we do it fast enough, we might just get to the front entrance without getting ripped to shreds."

~o~

We almost made it to the front entrance when we heard Allison calling for Scott. Oh joy.

"Did you tell her to come?" I asked Scott, who shook his head, frowning in confusion. Great, just what we need. An Argent involved. "Call her, ask her where she is." Stiles took out his phone and called Allison.

"Where are you?" he asked, pausing as Allison answered. "Yes, it's Stiles, now where exactly are you?" Pause. "Get to the lobby." he said, hanging up and turning right, walking towards the lobby. When we got there, Allison was already standing there.

"Why did you come here?" Scott asked, eyes scanning her from tip to toe to make sure she was okay.

"Your text…" Allison said, showing him her phone. Scott looked at it with a frown. "Why do I get the feeling that you didn't send this text?"

"He didn't." I said, wanting to get out of here. "Did you come with your car?"

"Jackson drove me." Allison said, a small frown forming on her face.

"Jackson's here?" Stiles said, groaning when Allison nodded.

"And Lydia." she added. As if on que, the two people in question entered the lobby. Lydia looking beyond annoyed, and Jackson mostly worried. And a bit annoyed.

"Finally." Lydia said, looking at Scott in annoyance. "Can we go now?" Allison nodded at her, about to walk to the door when there came a thump from the ceiling, followed by heavy footsteps. We all looked up in terror, Allison and Scott's hands intertwining. I got over the shock rather quickly, realising that we couldn't just stand there.

"Run, you fools!" I yelled, heading for the stairs. Luckily we all made it out before the ceiling gave way and the Alpha crashed down into the lobby.

An angry growl and an occasional crash against the lockers followed us as we ran through the main hallway, towards the exit.

"We're not gonna make it!" Lydia yelled in fear. I looked around and turned right, into the cafeteria. Once Scott ran in as last, he closed the doors and locked them.

"Help me barricade the door." he told Jackson as he began to move a table in front of the door.

"Scott, not here." Stiles said. I turned around and saw him staring at the giant windows that made up for most of the wall. Oh that's not good.

"Scott, what was that?" Allison said, panting.

"What came out of the ceiling?" Lydia asked, her wide eyes going from Scott to me.

"Will you just help me?" Scott yelled, moving a vending machine in front the door instead of the table. Were they really this stupid?

"Guys, could you just listen?" Stiles yelled, trying to get above the noise of tables and chairs moving. None of the rest did listen, instead they kept on barricading the door.

"That barricade isn't going to do much if the entire wall is made of glass!" I yelled, growing frustrated. But they still didn't listen. I let out a groan and reached into my jacket, taking out my second gun filled with normal bullets. Stiles stared at it with wide eyes, but I just patted him on the back before firing the gun into the air. The Alpha knew where we were anyway, so why not. Allison let out a small scream, whilst Jackson stared at me in horror.

"How many guns do you have?" he yelled. I rolled my eyes at him. He should see our collection.

"Nice barricade, dipshit, now what are we going to do about…" I pointed at the windows with my gun.

"The twenty foot wall of windows?" Stiles filled in.

"Crap." Jackson muttered.

"Can someone please explain what's happening because I'm freaking out and I'd like to know why." Allison begged, looking at Scott for help. He opened his mouth, but couldn't bring out a proper word.

"Tell you what, explaining later, not getting killed first." I said, turning to Stiles. "Way out?"

"In the kitchen there's a stairwell." Stiles said, pointing a finger to the door.

"But that one only goes up!" Scott protested.

"Better up than dead." Stiles and I said in sync. Despite the situation, we let out a short laugh, earning a few glares. We wiped the grins off our faces and made our way to the door, the rest following us up the stairs and into the hallway.

"And now?" Scott asked, looking around. He walked to the door of a classroom, trying to open it, but failing. Jackson walked after him and tries again. Meanwhile Lydia tried the door opposite of it, which opened. We all got inside and barricaded the door.

"Now would anyone be interested in telling me who is trying to kill us?" Lydia hissed, folding her arms.

"We don't know." I said, taking my backpack off my back and rummaging through it. I could've sworn I put mountain ash in here…

"Why were you at school then?" Jackson asked. I instantly rolled my eyes, but that seemed to be more of a reaction to Jackson speaking rather than what he said. I looked at Scott and nudged my head towards Jackson, telling him to answer the question.

"We, ehh…" Scott said, looking at Stiles for help. He didn't seem too pleased with the fact that he had to come up with something, but he spoke up anyway.

"Wanted to pull a prank on coach. Then someone killed the janitor an-"

"Someone killed the janitor?" Allison exclaimed, eyes wide in horror.

"He just told you that." I mumbled, still going through my backpack. Allison ignored my comment, and instead looked at Scott, waiting for an answer. Instead it was Stiles who continued. That boy had some serious improvising skills.

"That thing, that crashed through the roof? We saw hi- it kill the janitor. Then it came after us." he said.

"But this was supposed to be over." Lydia said, shaking her head. "Your dad killed the mountain lion last night, right?" she asked, looking at Allison, who nodded. "Then who killed the janitor?"

"If we knew, we'd tell you alright?" I snapped, slamming my backpack on a table. "Now would you please stop interrogating us and help figure out a way to get out of here?" The room fell silent, but I doubt that it was because of my sudden outburst. The growling was back. And it was becoming louder. I held my breath, and Lydia placed a hand over her mouth to stop hers. A shadow passed behind the small window of the door. We waited for a while until we were sure it was gone.

Something about it was bothering me. He could've easily heard our hearts beating, or us talking. Which meant that he didn't want to kill us… perhaps...

"Jackson, how many people fit in your car?" Scott whispered.

"Five, maybe six if two people sit on someone's lap." he responded. Allison let out a scoff.

"Five? I barely fit in the back."

"Fine, we'll take my car." I said, about to put my gun with the normal bullets back into my jacket when I froze. "Ah crap."

"What crap?" Stiles asked, sounding worried.

"I shot him with the wrong bullet." I whispered. "Probably just pissed him off." Apparently I didn't whisper quietly enough, because Allison flipped out.

"You shot it?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Yeah, only with a blank." I lied. "I just pissed it off more." Not a lie. I sat down on the table and pinched the bridge of my nose with my hand. "Anyway, how do we get to the car?"

"There's stairs leading to the roof right there." Scott said, pointing at a blue door in the left corner of the classroom. "We can go down the drainpipe, directly into the car park." Stiles nodded and walked towards the door, mumbling something about firesteps as he crouched down to look at the handle, prodding and pulling it.

"It's locked. Deadbolt." he said eventually said, getting up.

"The janitor has the key, right?" Scott asked.

"Better question: why don't we just call the police?" Lydia said, taking out her phone.

"Lydia hold o-" I didn't get to finsih my sentence, as Lydia was already calling the number.

"Yes, hi? We're at the Beacon Hills highschool and the-" she stopped abruptly, a small frown on her face, and lowered her phone soon after. "She hung up on me. Said she got a warning of a prank call from the school and that they're going to trace my cell if I call again." Stiles shook his head.

"No, they never do that. They first send someone to your house."

"Then you call your good-for-nothing dad and tell him to get someone with a gun and decent aim down here."

"Hey!" I exclaimed. I had a more than decent aim, thanks. Also, he couldn't talk shit about Stiles' dad like that.

"No." Stiles said. Of course, he knew what the Alpha was capable of and he probably didn't want to see his dad get ripped to pieces. Understandable, really.

"I'll call my dad." I said, taking out my phone and dialing his number. Voicemail. Of course. "Dad, were at the school, there's some crazy… thing chasing us and I'd really appreciate you calling the police." I hung up and shook my head. "Voicemail."

"That's it, I'm call-" Jackson reached for Stiles' phone, which he was holding in his hand. Instead of letting him take it, Stiles punched him in the face.

"Damn!" I said, a smile forming on my face.

"Lorraine!" Lydia scolded, making her way over to Jackson to see if he was okay. I rolled my eyes, but froze when I saw Stiles walking to the corner of the room, phone to his ear. I jumped off the table and made my way over to him.

"If you're dragging him into this, he needs to know what's going on." I said. We've had this before, and it was always better if the parents knew. Especially if they were the sheriff.

"I- damnit. Hey, dad. ...And it's your voicemail. Listen, you need to call me back like, right now. Were at the school,okay. Were… at the school." he said, shaking his head as he hung up. "How am I even going to start explaining what's going on?" he whispered.

"Show him Scott, then he has to believe you." I whispered back. He shook his head a little at that. I wanted to convince him, but now wasn't the time.

"Alright, I'm going to get the key." Scott said, walking to the door, where Allison stopped him.

"Are you serious?" she asked. Her look basically screamed 'if you say you're serious I'm going to bash your head in because you plan is stupid', but Scott didn't seem to really catch that one.

"It's the best plan we've got, we need that key to get out of here." he said.

"You can't go out there unarmed." Allison whispered. And she had a fair point. But I

had a point forty-five. I took the one with the wolfsbane bullets out and held it up in the air. Scott reached out to take it, but I pulled it back.

"Woah, I'm not handing out guns here. I'm coming with you." I said. Was he really thinking that I'd give him a gun? Does he even know how to reload it? Or aim? Or how to not shoot himself?

"Eh, no, you're not going with him." Stiles said as if it were obvious. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Aren't I? Remember, I still have the gun." I said, pointing it in his direction. Not aiming, just pointing. Which was enough to make him shut up.

"And what about Scott? He doesn't have a weapon." Allison said. Scott looked around and took a long stick the teachers used to point at things on the board. Everybody just stared at him.

"What? It's better than nothing." he said. I just rolled my eyes and snatched it from his hand.

"You're going to need something else. I said, looking at the cupboard full of chemicals he was standing next to. "I'm no expert, but don't some of those burn your skin off?" I asked, looking at Lydia for confirmation.

"There's enough in there to make a self-igniting molotov cocktail." she said, making everyone but me stare at her in awe. "What? I read it somewhere." she said, shrugging it off.

"Lydia, you're amazing." I said, a grin forming on my face. "And I think that our Jackson dearest can get into the cupboard easily, can't you?" I asked. Jackson rolled his eyes and shoved his elbow into the glass door of the cupboard, shattering it.

~o~

Lydia was working on the cocktail, Allison and Jackson helping her whilst the three of us stood in the corner.

"We get the key and go straight back, no detours and being the hero, understood?" I said. Scott nodded, but Stiles still seemed against all of it.

"Can't you just shoot the lock?" he asked, growing more frustrated.

"I doubt that it would work, and it would create too much noise." I said, shaking my head. That was only half a lie.

"Oh, and going out there like a walking buffet isn't going to get you killed?" Stiles exclaimed.

"If I have to, I'll hold him off."

"He'll kill you!"

"And what difference would that make, huh?" I snapped. "Does it matter if I die now or if I die in four weeks? The only difference is that I won't die withering away on a hospital bed."

Stiles fell silent, but stared over my shoulder with wide eyes. I turned around and saw the rest staring at me with expressions of shock on their faces.

"You're… dying?" Scott said. I let out a sigh and had to keep myself from letting out a groan. "Wh- how?"

"Cancer." I lied. "Dad brought me here to see a specialist, but he can't help me either. Can we please talk about this when we're not being chased by a psycho killer?" Everyone kept staring at me in silence. "Just finish the damn cocktail and get this over with." I said, taking out my phone to check if dad had left a message yet, and because I didn't want to see the stares they were giving me. Anyway, my inbox was empty.

~o~

Once Lydia finished the cocktail, she put a cork on the flask and gave it to Scott, who thanked her. We were about to leave when Allison stepped in front of us, shaking her head.

"No, no, you can't do this." she said, tears in her eyes. "You can't… go out there!"

"We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles' dad to check his messages." Scott said. "Someone needs to do something."

"You could die, don't you get that?" Allison said, stepping forward. "He's killed three people." she said, pointing at the door.

"And we're next if we don't do something." Scott said, placing his hands on her shoulders and moving her to the side. "Somebody has to."

I thought we were finally leaving the room when she stepped in front of us yet again, making me roll my eyes. Oh come on!

"Scott, just stop." she pleaded.

"Standing right here." I mumbled, looking down at my feet as she continued talking.

"Remember, when you told me I had a tell?" she asked. "You can tell when I'm lying? Well, you're a horrible liar Scott. And you've been lying all night." Okay, not true. Sure, I lied a few times, but Scott only didn't tell some small facts. Like how this killer was actually a werewolf. He didn't lie. Just… forgot to mention a small detail?

"Please don't leave." Allison said. "Please." Scott stared at her for a while, before shaking his head.

"Lock the door behind us." he said, putting his hand on the door handle when Allison pulled him back. And then pulled him into a kiss. I stood awkwardly by the door as they made out. When they were finished, Scott walked over to the door.

"Any chance I'm getting a kiss?" I asked, looking around the room. I let out a laugh at the confused and flustered looks I got. "Guess not. Maybe later." I said, winking at Stiles before leaving the room. Not before managing to get a glimpse at his now red cheeks. I could've hit myself in the face. Way to go, Lorraine. As we walked down the hallway, I started humming a song. Scott didn't really appreciate it.

"Can you keep it down?" he whispered, looking around warily. I shook my head.

"Scott, he knows exactly where we are and what we're about to do." Scott's eyes widened at that. "He has even more powerful hearing than you do." I think Scott wasn't sure whether or not to relax at that. On one hand, we didn't have to be quiet. On the other hand, the Alpha could just go to the others and kill them. Assuming Scott came to that conclusion as well, I spoke up. I was fairly certain I'd figured the Alpha's plan out by now.

"He won't kill them. He wants you to do it."

That didn't exactly comfort him either.

"Then why are you coming with me?" he asked.

"To make sure you don't kill them. And trust me, by the time the Alpha uses it's powers, you'll want to. Scott froze on the spot as he realised.

"You're not here to protect me." he said.

"I'm her to put you down if you try to kill one of your friends." I said, nodding. "How's the scent?" I asked casually, as if I hadn't just basically threatened him.

"That way." Scott mumbled, turning right. We remained silent for a while.

"Will you?" he then asked, out of nowhere.

"Will I what?"

"Kill me. If I try to kill them." he said, stopping and turning towards me. I bit the inside if my lip and nodded. I'd have to. In response, he nodded as well. "Good."

Now that I hadn't expected, but I was glad he said it. He was selfless, and not because it would be the "right thing to do". He was being selfless because he cared. Little did he know, but that night, Scott McCall earned himself some serious respect.

Not that I was going to tell him that.

~o~

Sooner than later, we realised that the Alpha must've moved the body. Which meant that it wanted Scott to be somewhere. When we entered the gym, I got chills all over.

"Are you sure it's here?" I whispered to Scott, who nodded and walked towards the bleachers. Great.

"Stay there." he said, walking in. From where I was standing, I couldn't see where the janitor was, but when Scott suddenly stopped and looked up after wiping his cheek, I had a good idea where he would be.

"Just get the keys and go." I warned him, an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

"What?" he called back.

"Ju-" a sharp pain shot through my head, and before I knew what was happening, I was lying on the floor. A metal clanking sounded through the empty hall, and I couldn't see Scot anywhere. I pushed myself off the floor and stood up, immediately making my vision blurry.

"Scott." I tried to yell, but it came out weak. I just hoped that his hearing was good enough to pick it up. The bleachers were closing, and I had no clue what to do. I stood there in shock, when just before the bleachers closed completely, Scott jumped out, the flask and keys in his hand.

"You okay?" he asked, running towards me.

"He's here." I said. It must be the Alpha, what else could've knocked me out? Scott turned around and stepped sideways, allowing me to see the Alpha creeping towards us, growling. It was huge, with bulky muscles and black hair partially covering his grey skin.

"Come get me." Scott said, getting ready to throw the flask. I took out my gun, making sure it was the wolfsbane one, and fired just after Scott threw the flask.

We'd expected the Alpha to catch fire. Instead, the flask just shattered apart, the content falling against the Alpha, but not catching flame. The shot did seem to hurt it though, but not enough to stop it. Instead, it came running at us. I managed to fire two more bullets at it before it swept me away, sending me towards the door, sliding over the floor. By the time I got up, the Alpha was on top of Scott.

Making the quick judgement that I couldn't take on the both of them, (Or even the Alpha alone) and that the Alpha wouldn't kill Scott, I ran out of the gym, back towards the chemistry classroom. Well, I say run. It was more of a stumbling. I think I even puked once or twice.

I managed to get to about one-third of the way when a monstrous roar echoed through the school. Knowing I wouldn't have much time, I started running, this time managing not to fall. I almost made it to the classroom, I was in the hallway, when the Alpha appeared in front of me.

I reached for my wolfsbane gun, but my hand was empty when I withdrew it from my jacket.

"Oh you bastard." I said. The bitch took my gun! The Alpha let out an amused growl, if that was even there was a human deep down there, I guess it was. I let out a sigh and threw my hands up in the air.

"So? What are you waiting for?" I said. "Kill me, then." The Alpha started creeping towards me when the door to the chemistry class opened, and Stiles ran out.

"What are you doing?" I yelled at him. "Go back, lock the door!" I took out my other gun and started shooting at the Alpha, effectively distracting it. Stiles just stood there, frozen. "If you don't go back now I'll shoot you myself." I threatened, pointing the gun at him. The Alpha wouldn't kill him, not now at least. Scott would be here soon to do it for him. When Stiles still didn't move, I fired my gun, the bullet hitting the wall behind Stiles.

"Go." I said, keeping an eye on the Alpha. He didn't seem all that interested in Stiles. "Or I won't miss next time." I heard a door shut, and when I looked over, Stiles had indeed gone back inside. Or someone had pulled him in. That was the good thing.

The bad thing was that in my moment of distraction, the Alpha had hit my head again, this time knocking me out completely.

~o~

Getting knocked out in a school and waking up outside of it… it's an interesting thing. Because you were either so drunk you can't remember going out of the building or someone took you out whilst you were unconscious. The latter described my situation best. The question was why.

"Hey, hey, Lorraine." a male voice said, followed by someone shaking me a little. "Wake up."

I slowly opened my eyes and winced as someone shone a flashlight into them.

"Alright, stay with me, the ambulance is on its way."

Slowly my eyes adjusted to the light, allowing me to see the person in front of me properly. It was the sheriff.

"Where are the others?" I asked, trying to move but finding it too painful.

"We're looking for them right now." he said. I nodded and slowly let my eyes close. When the sheriff noticed, he took my hand and squeezed it.

"Stay with me, alright?" he said, waiting for me to open my eyes before continuing. "Just focus on my voice and stay awake. Do you know how you ended up here?" My mind went back to what I could remember. Which was, at that time, almost reaching the chemistry room and then nothing. So I shook my head.

"Okay, the ambulance is here, you probably have a concussion, they're going to take you to the hospital, alright?' he waited for me to nod before letting go of my hand and stepping away. Seconds later, I was carried onto a stretcher and into the ambulance.

~o~

Lucky for me, my stay at the hospital didn't last too long. They only checked for a concussion and didn't bother to do anything else, since it was a busy night and there had been a few accidents that needed more attention. After an hour or two, I was good to go with the warning that someone had to wake me up every few hours that night to check if I was alright.

So, I got to go home. When I did, I didn't find my dad, but four other people waiting for me in the living room. I don't think I need to say that I was surprised.

"Ehm hi?" I said, staring back at the people in the room. Stiles, Scott, Lydia, and Allison. "Is this an intervention or something?" I tried to joke, but it didn't seem like they thought it was appropriate.

"Are you... okay?" Scott asked, looking at me worriedly. Actually, all of them were doing that.

"I accidentally told you I was dying, then I saw Scott almost die, and then I almost died myself or that's at least what I think happened because I can't remember as I have a concussion. Does any of that sound okay to you?" I asked, letting out a sigh afterwards. "What happened wasn't okay, but I'm fine."

"Well you don't look fine." Lydia said. "I mean, you're way too pale for that shirt."

"I suffered some blood loss!" I objected, though checking if she was right from the corner of my eye. I was pale. But I looked fine in black… right?

"We just wanted to check up on you, that's all." Allison said, trying to diffuse the situation. Which didn't really help since I knew that she was an Argent. Okay, I'm judging her without really knowing her, go ahead and judge me if you will. My experience with her family just wasn't too great, alright?

"Well, you've checked, so could you please leave?"

Silence.

I let out a huff and sat down in my father's chair, opposite of the couch they were sitting on.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked, putting my hands up in the air.

"Well let's start with the truth." Lydia said, tilting her head at me.

"Fine." I said, glaring at her. "I'm dying. There's nothing you can do about it, but right now, I'm fine. Are we done here?"

"Aren't you scared?" Allison asked, tears in her eyes. Oh here we go. The last thing I need. An Argent crying for me. Truth is, I was terrified. But I didn't need them to know that and I certainly didn't want them to know it.

"What I am, is tired. Can you all please go home?" I said, standing up and opening the door for them. They weren't mad at me, I could see it on their faces. They should be mad. I was acting like a dickhead, and they weren't mad at me. Instead, they felt pity. And honestly, I didn't know which one would be worse.

They all left, except Stiles, who asked if it was okay to go to the toilet before he left and then not actually leaving when he was finished. Instead, we sat down on the couch together and talked.

"Are you going to tell Scott?" he asked, looking at and playing with his hands.

"What difference would it make?" I said with a shrug. "Have you thought of telling your father?" Stiles nodded, but I could see on his face what decision he'd made. "Stiles, you really should tell him. If he doesn't know, he won't be able to figure out anything that's happening, he could even help us catch the Alpha. And imagine all the cases that he'd be able to solve."

Even my small speech couldn't change his mind, so I knew what would: a situation where he's forced to. Possibly with either his or his father's life at stake. But who knew when that'd occur?

"Speaking of the Alpha, did this Jacob guy find anything?" he asked, making me roll my eyes.

"It's Jason, not Jacob. And he said that he couldn't find any other werewolves in Beacon Hills. There could still be one, though." Stiles nodded at that.

"We should still check out Derek's uncle." Stiles said. I let out a deep sigh. The man has been completely catatonic for six years or so. No way he'd be strong enough to go out there. But no, Stiles insisted.

We moved on from the supernatural topics, and started talking about basically anything else: lacrosse, Jackson being a dick, games, who would be able to pull the best prank on Coach, and so on. I got more and more drowsy, until I eventually fell asleep. Several hours later, someone woke me up.

"Hey, Lorraine." Stiles said, tapping my shoulder. "You need to wake up a bit." I was soon sitting upright on the couch.

"What's wrong?" I asked, for about the third time.

"Someone needs to wake you up, remember? Your dad asked me to do it. Said it was too late for me to go home all by myself. Oh, and he was the one who let us in, by the way. He was upstairs." I nodded, still a bit drowsy. Usually, I could be up and about within a minute. Now? Oh I could fall asleep within seconds. Which I nearly did, several times. Each time Stiles had to put his hand under my head to tilt it back up.

"Just a few minutes, alright?" he said, unlocking his phone and shining the light into my eyes. That did the trick. For about a minute. We ended up in a limbo of me falling asleep and him waking me up, that ended when the few minutes were over and I could go back to sleep.

~o~

Apparently, he'd woken me up a few more times that night, but I couldn't remember any of them. When I woke up in the morning, all by myself, I saw him lying fast asleep. With his legs on my dad's chair, and his face lying on the floor, mouth wide open. I had to stop myself from laughing at the sight. Figuring he had stayed awake most of the night, I let him sleep and went to the kitchen, where I found a note from dad:

Went to check Jason's research on the Alpha, going to work at the institute afterwards, I'll be back for dinner. -D

Typical, always double checking. It wouldn't surprise me if he'd checked on Stiles last night to see if he checked on me. I turned on the coffee maker and started making breakfast, in my head already making plans for tonight's full moon.

A/N: That was one long chapter... 6k! Anyway, as I thought, I wasn't able to write last week so this chapter is up one day later than usual (sorry).

I want to take a moment to thank everyone who followed and favourited this story, or all of you who are just reading it without doing that, it makes me really happy!

The next couple of chapters will be... a bit "messy" compared to the series. A lot of things didn't happen because of Lorraine being there (Derek being a fugitive, for example) and some things she just doesn't witness or doesn't care enough about to tell anything about. Which is another thing: she is a fairly unreliable storyteller. Don't be surprised if there's suddenly something that she didn't tell you about before. This is just how she is, but it will get better. Anyway, so that's why the episodes that should follow this one are kind of mashed together so I could form proper chapters, especially in the next two.

Speaking of the next chapter: We've got a cranky Scott, a drunk Stiles, and Lorraine who has to deal with all of it: aka fun!

As always, thanks for reading, and until the next chapter!

~Lilly