Been a while, but I hope you all enjoy the chapter!


Allison had begun to feel like a prisoner in her own house. She no longer felt like she could freely walk the halls of her house without wanting to look over her shoulder. Wherever she was in her house there was always someone watching her; her mother, her father, some goon, or worse her grandfather.

Her grandfather; who was now becoming an even more permanent fixture in her life.

His efforts to bond with her only grew since he funeral as well as her efforts to avoid him. She didn't want to risk either Scott or Sawyer getting in trouble with him because he knew too much. However, that was becoming harder and harder since he was the new principal and staying in her own house. The only solace she got from interacting with him is knowing that she could use every piece of information against him. She hated that it had come to this. That the only reason she wanted to interact with her family is so that she could stop them. Life was better when she was living in ignorance.

That was the past though, and this was the present.

The present, where she would spy on her own family because they were the bad guys. They were the villains in the story and they were expecting her to become one of them. She wasn't too far off, she thought, she had already killed Kate, maybe a killer was who she was always meant to be. It was what her family wanted her to be. What her mother and father had trained her for; all the gymnastics training, all the weapons training, she had thought that her father just wanted her to be well-achieved. That wasn't the case though, he had been grooming her since her birth to be a killer.

Perhaps that's why it hurt so much. Why she felt so betrayed. So many of her fondest memories of her father had been centered around him attending all her competitions and cheering her on from the stands. The hours they would spend together just perfecting her skill of that week.

It was different with her mom. She loved her mom dearly, her mother knew that, however Allison had always been her father's daughter. It was her dad that had always gone easy on her when it came to punishments. Who tucked her in at night and told her bedtime stories. Her mother took her shopping and encouraged her when it came to other pursuits. However, she wasn't an idiot when it came to her mother and her harshness. She was a business woman who took no mercy and had little patients for anything less that perfection.

Letting out a yell of frustration, Allison threw one of her throw pillows at the wall and grabbed her phone. She would try Scott but she knew that was too dangerous. She couldn't call Sawyer for the same reason. Lydia and Jackson were also out of the question. So, she called the second half of Team Human.

Stiles thankfully picked up the phone.

"Hey, sorry, I've been in detention with Harris and he only let me out now, like right fucking now, and he had my phone the time."

"Well, we need to come up with a plan and soon because my family was asking a lot of questions about both Lydian and Peter." She paused and thought about what she had just seen, "I also think they might do something to Isaac."

"What, why?"

"Because a guy carrying a weird wooden box dressed as a deputy just left my house."

"They're sending him to the station for Isaac." He paused and took a breath, "Yeah, okay, that's bad," She could hear Stiles start his car, "What did the box look like?"

She shook her head trying to recall what the box looked like, "I, I," She stuttered, "I don't know. It was old and had some inscription on it, with a picture of some flower."

Stiles took an intake of breath on the other side of the phone, "Shit," His voice losing all sound of hope, "That's not good."

"Stiles," She said slowly, "What does that flower mean?"

"The flower, it's Wolfsbane, and if they have then that's no good."

"Stiles," She said his name a tad to harshly, "What. Does. It. Mean."

He sighed on the other end of the phone, "It means they're gonna kill him."

Her thoughts went back to the night under her father's desk when she had first learned the truth of her family. She had been so scared. Scared because her family wasn't what she had thought it was. Scared because Kate, her favorite Aunt, was talking about killing someone so easily. How her father had talked about it as if it was second nature to him. Then she thought about how easy it was to let her arrow loose on Kate and pierce her in the heart.

A hunter. That was what her father was, her grandfather, her mother, and what Kate had been. Allison clenched her free hand into a fist. Like it or not, she was a hunter in all but the name and she knew what the plan was for Isaac.

"Stiles, go to the station and stall," Her voice was low and gravely, "I'll try to delay them as best as I can."

"What! Allison, what are talking about? What are you going to do?" He sounded worried for, a genuine worry, and Allison could see the worry etched into his brown eyes as if he was right in front of her. Stiles had never been her friend but rather an acquaintance, merely Scott's friend. However, it never occurred to her that perhaps Stiles saw her as a friend as well. Cared for her well being even though her family was actively trying to harm his best friend.

In that moment, Allison swore she would protect Stiles. Protect him from her family or any other threat that came their way. He was the other half of Team Human and she needed Stiles because perhaps he was the only other person who could understand how helpless she felt.

"Stiles," She practically whispered into the phone, "I'm going hunting."

She didn't give him a chance to respond as she hung up her phone and made her way to her closet. Opening the door, Allison pulled out the duffle bag that Kate had given her the night they went to the Hale House. She had shoved the duffle bag into the depths of her closet hoping to never see it or it's contents again.

She almost ripped the zipper off from home harshly she pulled on it. Staring fiercely at the contents of the bag, Allison felt a something inside of her stir. It came from deep inside her and spreading throughout her body, nearly setting every nerve in her body ablaze. It wasn't anger, not like first time she had learned the truth of her family, nor was it disgust when she learned the harsh truth about Kate. No, this was something bigger than that. It was purpose and it was entirely her own.

Grabbing her bow, Allison felt more alive than she had in weeks.


Unlike Scott Sawyer could not, in fact, smell Jackson. However, she trusted Scott enough to believe him when he told her what direction to go in and not make her go in random circles. "So…what exactly is the plan once we get to Isaac's house?" She pressed.

"Umm…" He trailed off, his heart speeding up, "About that."

"Were meeting Derek, aren't we?"

"How'd you guess?"

She sighed, "Your hesitation to my question was an answer in itself," She paused and spared him a glance, "I'm not mad at you." She said softly.

"You're not?"

"No, I'm just," She paused. She could feel her rage climbing up her ribcage again, her fingernails starting to elongate. "This week-these past couple of weeks have been weird and complicated for me. Emotionally, at least."

That was the understatement of the fucking century. The past couple of months have been Hell for her. Sawyer was struggling just to put her shoes on in the morning without bursting into tears or full on raging out at something. She couldn't look at her mother or brother without feeling Earth-shattering guilt. The full moon was only making things worse in amplifying everything, including said emotions. At this point Sawyer almost wished she could actually turn into a wolf and run into the woods.

"We're here," Scott said abruptly, interrupting her thoughts. Sawyer parked her car along the curb of road and looked at the house.

"Well, I see what you were talking about now when you said you could smell Jackson," She murmured as she scutched up her nose and resisted the urge to cough or sneeze. She was able to pick up faint traces of the boy from outside the house and around the neighborhood. Jackson must go jogging everyday or something like that if his scent was this strong from Lahey's house.

Scott merely wrinkled his nose as if he was reminded of something unpleasant, "Don't remind me," He muttered and began unfastening his seatbelt. "Come on, Derek's probably inside already."

"Yay," She muttered to herself unenthusiastically. While walking towards the house Sawyer noticed that the lingering smell of Jackson was soon replaced by something else. Something that she had smelled before on the bus and in the basement of the Hale house. "This place reeks," She mumbled to Scott as they walked in tandem to the front door.

"All I smell is Jackson," He took a long sniff, "And chlorine."

They didn't bother to knock as they opened the door to the house. The rotten smell that Sawyer had been smelling from outside only increased as they passed the threshold of the house. The smell was so bad that Sawyer was almost gagging, bringing the collar of her shirt over her nose to try and block the smell. "God, you don't smell that?" She asked while almost coughing, "It smells like ash and…"

"And sulfur," A familiar voice cut in, finishing her sentence for her. The both looked around to find Derek lurking near the edge of the kitchen. "It's the smell of fear," he frowned and motioned for both of them to follow him, "and I can show you why." Her and Scott looked at each other briefly before following Derek. He had led them to a door beside the kitchen and Sawyer frowned as she had a sinking feeling of where this was leading too.

Lydia had a similar door at her lake house. It was a beautifully painted red door that lay adjacent to the enormous kitchen. The door led to her basement, something that was uncommon in California homes, however, her mother and father had paid extra for it. They had wanted the basement converted into a lounge area to entertain guests. When they divorced the idea was scrapped. Now the basement was just used for storage and the occasional locking up of werewolves.

Sawyer got the sinking feeling that Mr. Lahey wasn't just using his basement for storage.

As Derek led them down the wooden staircase the smell of fear only got worse. It only became more potent as they stopped in front of a large freezer. "This is it," Derek said gesturing towards the freezer, "This is why I turned Isaac, this is the source of his fear."

Scott shook his head and Sawyer only narrowed her eyes, her mind racing at why the freezer would smell so badly of fear. "I don't get it," Scott mumbled quietly.

"Open it then, Scott,"

It was like an out-of-body experience watching Scott slowly open the lid to the freezer. Her hand curled into fists and she could feel her breathing getting heavier. Subconsciously, she knew what was going to be in that freezer. She knew it the moment she smelled the pungent smell of ash and sulfur. Seeing it though? Seeing it brought on more emotions than she realized she had clashing inside of her. She could feel Derek's eyes burning holes into the back of her head as he waited for her reaction to what lay inside the freezer.

When Scott had fully opened the lid of the freezer, both peered inside to find scratch marks littering all corners of the freezer, even the lid itself. Sawyer was then hit with the overwhelming scent of fear, no not fear; Terror. This was the scent of absolute terror. The scent assaulted her every sense causing her skin to crawl, her nostrils to flare, a ringing in her ears, a horrid taste of her mouth, and leaving her eyes glowing.

"What," Scott stuttered out, "What is this?"

"I think you know, Scott," Was all that Derek had to say.

Maybe it was the full moon that caused her to do what she did next. Or, maybe, it was the fact that she had enough of the day already. It also could be the fact that she was PMSing, but, she had had enough. Then it happened, something that was weeks, hell probably months in the making.

Sawyer snapped.

Not caring about Derek's critical gaze or a stunned Scott. She pushed past them and glared at the accursed object they lay in front of them. She glared at it for a few good seconds before promptly picking it up and throwing it across the basement. It landed with a loud thud against the concrete wall and crumbled to the ground, taking a few other objects with it. It was enough though, there were only a few small dents in it and that wasn't enough for her. Marching over to where the freezer had landed, Sawyer then proceeded to kick the ever-living shit out of it.

She imagined the freezer as the people that she had felt wronged her in some way. The people that made her feel unrelenting rage. That always somehow got the better of her, that always won. First, she imagined it as Mr. Lahey when he began questioning her in the graveyard. Then it was Jackson and his stupid fucking face, always getting in the way. Next was Chris Argent threatening to cut her in half if she as so much breathed in the wrong direction. Finally, she imagined Peter.

She saw him as he was before being burnt to a crisp and having his throat slashed open. She imagines kicking him, punching him, and doing everything she could so that he would feel that same pain that she had felt. She tore at the freezer using all her strength as she pulled apart the offending object piece by piece. She screamed and yelled while attacking it, letting her pain and frustration on it not caring who might hear.

It was only when the freezer was a little more than a few pieces of plastic and metal did she stop.

She knelt on the ground as she tried to catch her breath. She could feel her teeth had sharpened and her nails had turned to claws during her attack. She felt something wet on her cheek and lifted up her hand to find that a few stray tears had managed to find their way out. Closing her eyes and forcing herself to calm down, Sawyer wiped away her tears and got to her feet.

She turned around to find a flabbergasted, albeit concerned-looking, Scott and a neutral-faced Derek. She straightened out her clothes only to notice that her knuckles were bloodied and bruised, though she didn't care much as she knew they would heal soon enough. She understood now, why Isaac had made the choice that he did, she would have made the same in a heartbeat.

Clearing her throat, she looked at the two other werewolves, "So," She said trying to sound casual, "Your car or mine?"


After her subsequent destruction of the Lahey's basement, Scott had formed a half-baked plan for them. It went like this; Stiles would pick her and Derek up, driving them to the police station while they somehow got Isaac out. Allison would stall the hunters, hopefully giving all of them enough time to get Isaac out safely. Scott, meanwhile, would stay behind in the Lahey basement because he felt as if he wasn't strong enough to face the full moon, yet.

It was a bad plan, but it was also the only plan that any of them had been able to come up with.

Sawyer thinks it could be worse. She could be alone with Derek, rather than having Stiles as a buffer. She was glad to have him by her side while Derek was here. Even if things were a bit complicated with them at the moment. Well, really, everything in her life was a bit complicated at the moment, what was one more weird relationship at the moment?

"Okay," Stiles said pulling up to the police station, "So, the key to every cell door is in a password-protected lockbox in my father's office." He then pointed to the woman in the front window, "The problem is getting past the front desk."

Stiles had barely even finished before Derek was moving out of the front seat, "I'll distract her," He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Sawyer snorted and Stiles moved so fast that she barely caught his arm landing on Derek's shoulder, "Woah, woah, woah…you? You're not going in there." He asked incredulously. The two looked at each other and she felt Stiles's heart speed up, "I'm taking my hand off."

"I was exonerated."

"You're still a person of interest!"

"An innocent person!"

"Yeah," She retorted and Derek turned around to stare at her. She merely glared back, "An innocent person with zero social skills who hangs around teens and acts like he's guilty of something all the time."

Stiles didn't turn to look at her but he did point a finger in her direction, "Exactly." He then gave Derek an annoyed look and relented to hear what he had to say, "So, what exactly is your plan?"

"…To distract her."

Sawyer sunk lower into her seat and tried not to groan. They were doomed and Isaac was going to be dead by the end of the night.

"By what exactly, punching her in the face?" Stiles asked.

"Maybe by creepily staring at her through the window," She snarked.

Derek let out the most ingenuine and unfunny laugh she had ever heard, "Heh, funny, very funny you two. I'll distract her by talking to her."

"Alright," Stiles said mostly to himself, "I'll bite, give me your best opening line." Silence, nothing but complete and utter silence. "Dead silence, I love it, that should work on her beautifully… Sawyer," He turned to her, "Anything to add?"

"He could try glowering a little more," She added.

Stiles looked impressed, "Glowering, I like it, really gonna bring the whole dead silence thing together."

Derek didn't miss a beat, "I'm really thinking about punching the two of you in the face right now."

Sawyer merely hardened her glare, making her eyes glow, "I fucking dare you," She taunted at him.

Derek's eyes glowed right back and Sawyer had to muster all of her willpower not to stick her tongue out at him. She was being childish, she knew that, but so was he. There was also a part of her that was slightly scared of Derek's red eyes. Perhaps it was part of the trauma that she expected with…Nope. Nope. Nope. She wasn't going there with her thoughts.

Thankfully Stiles was there to intervene, "Alright, let's calm down before this plan falls apart before even beginning," He looked toward Derek. "Can you do this? Can you actually be likable?"

Derek rolled his eyes, "Yes," he replied disgruntledly. "You two do know that I used to be one of the most popular boys in high school, right? I know how to charm people, okay?"

"Yeah, well that was before the murder charges and stalking of teenagers," Sawyer grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. Derek merely glowered at her and when she met his gaze, she could tell that her attitude and words were hurting him. The hold in her chest, the one that was filled with nothing yet felt like lead, became heavier when she looked at Derek. He was her family and she was the only family that he had left. Yet, here they were fighting over whether or not he could flirt with a secretary or not.

The thing was, though, was that she wouldn't nearly have been mad if he had just told her the truth from the beginning about wanting to become the Alpha. She would still have hurt, but she could understand why he wanted to become the Alpha. All he did was have to tell her, trust her, but apparently, he didn't trust her as must as she had trusted him.

"Fine," She relented and started unbuckling herself from the backseat, "You charm her, Stiles, and I will sneak in and break Isaac out." She didn't add in the 'hopefully' at the end of her sentence because she thought that it would bring down the mood.

"So, we good?" Stiles asked holding up one of his thumbs in question. She nodded her head and he looked towards Derek. Who, although clearly annoyed that he was being asked the question, also nodded his head in agreement. Stiles clapped his hands together, "Alright," he said cheerfully, "Then let's go and break this werewolf out of jail!"

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Allison wondered how long it would take her parents to realize that she had snuck out of the house. She had put her phone on silent and dared not to look at it in fear of seeing one of their caller ID's. She guessed it helped that she was confined to her room and is actively avoiding them. Still, though, she knew that one of her parents would have come up to her room by now announcing that dinner was ready.

She had to get a head start on them though if they had any real chance at freeing Isaac. Which meant she had to get to the police station before them, or at least create a distraction or some sort of block in the road before they got to the police station.

She had chosen a particularly dark alleyway as her means of operation. It was just off the side of the main road and there was a fire escape that allowed her a better vantage point of the road. The alleyway was also known to be relatively quiet, with an abandoned building to the left and a rundown apartment complex to the right. She wouldn't be seen and she was then she could easily hide. It was the perfect place to lie and wait.

And wait she did.

She sat perched on the edge of the fire escape watching the road carefully before she saw any familiar cars. It was hard to recognize at first because of the brightness of the headlights, but once she spotted one of the familiar-looking SUVs that seemed constantly parked in her driveway, she sprung into action. She knocked one arrow and aimed for one of the streetlights above. Releasing it, she smiled when she heard glass breaking and the street plunged into darkness below.

Grabbing another of her arrows, Allison knew that she would only have one shot, maybe two if she was lucky, at knocking out one of the tires. She knocked the air and pulled back the string as far as it could go, the softness of the fletching tickling her cheek.

She took a deep breath in as she lined up the arrow to where she believed the car would be. She waited a few more seconds before releasing the arrow and watching it fly toward one of the back tires of the car. The arrow hit its mark and she watched as the car began spinning out of control, the tires screeching on the road as the driver tried to regain control of the vehicle. Allison smiled as she watched the car come to a grinding halt. The car had come to a full stop a couple of yards just out of her sight and she was forced to move forward.

Allison placed the bow around her chest and tried her best to stealthily move towards the car. She jumped to another rooftop, thankful that the gap wasn't too large, and flinched a little when she heard her sneakers scuff against the harsh material of the rooftop. She moved forward, towards the edge of this rooftop, and unslung her bow again. She readied another arrow as she watched a male figure exit the driver's side of the vehicle. She couldn't see his face, but judging from the profanities coming out of his mouth, he wasn't happy.

He came around the side and took a look at the arrow embedded into the car's tire. He bent down and plucked it from the tire, inspecting it carefully. She couldn't clearly see it, but if she had to guess he was twirling the arrow around before stopping suddenly. Her heart beat wildly as he started turning around as if searching for something and then she knew what he was looking for.

The driver recognized the arrow, he knew that it was an Argent arrow and he was looking for her. In an act of haste, fueled by fear of being found, Allison released the arrow she had knocked. She hadn't put much thought into her aim, just had it in the general direction of the car and driver. So, when she heard the yell of pain coming from the man, along with him crumpling to the ground clutching his shoulder, she was a bit surprised.

It was also a bit of a rush as well.

She saw the man look up in her direction and Allison did not back down from his stare. She stood tall and proud, smirking down at the injured man. She's sure that she looked like a vigilante; dressed in all black, holding a bow, illuminated only by the light of the full moon.

Wait…

Allison frowned. The full moon.

Scott.

Shit!

She was such a bad girlfriend; she had completely forgotten about Scott and the full moon. Slinging her bow, Allison rushed back towards her original spot where she had left all of her belongings, including her phone. She tore through her bag until she reached the accursed object and turned it on. A breath hitched in her phone when she saw all the missed calls and messages from both Stiles and Scott. There were also missed calls from her parents but she ignored those in favor of looking at Scott's texts.

She skimmed the first few before she found what she was looking for. He was staying at Isaac's house in order to keep her safe from himself. Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as she read the text. The stupid, selfless, noble, idiot. He needs to be protected more than she does. Pocketing her phone and gathering up her things, Allison made her way down the fire escape and to her car already racing towards Scott.


Sawyer was very reluctant to admit it, but, well, Derek was actually pretty charming when he wanted to be. Even without her werewolf senses, she could tell that the young receptionist was falling for the charm that Derek was throwing at her. Boy, was he laying down that charm thick? Sawyer doesn't think that she's ever seen Derek smile this much before, and well, if her hearing didn't deceive her, she was pretty sure that she heard him chuckle as well.

As Derek was charming the receptionist she and Stiles waited around the corner for the perfect moment to sneak across. Sawyer was crouched lower to the ground, Stiles hovering right above her, as they watched the receptionist twirl her hair.

Stiles let out a puff of air, "Unbelievable," He whispered.

"What?" She resisted the urge to move and look up at him.

"She's totally falling for it, the guy was the most wanted man in California, and this receptionist is acting like it never happened!"

Sawyer swallowed a growl, "Not the time," She then grabbed his hand, "She's biting her lip, so it's now or never."

Stiles made a noise of agreement, although he sounded non too happy about it, and together they stealth walked across the lobby and into the main police area. It was easier than it should have been, sneaking into the police department, but Sawyer would take any small miracles at this point. The full moon was about to reach its apex and she wasn't entirely sure that she was going to be able to keep herself in control. At this point though, that might be for the better.

Once they had made it across Sawyer let go of Stiles's hand and turned towards him, "Alright, so where to now?"

Stiles gave her a nervous look as if he was regretting what he was about to say, "I really hate that I'm saying this but I think we need to split up." She gave him a wild look and he flinched, "I know, I know, but I need to get into my dad's office and we need to find Isaac before the hunters do."

She hated how right he was. She hated that she was going to have to split up with him, but he made a good point. The hunters were either right behind them, or worse, they were already in the station. If they were already in the station then they would have to fight and Sawyer didn't really want to fight. Not because she thought she would lose, no, she didn't want to fight because she thinks she might actually kill someone if she had to. The freezer in the Lahey's basement could attest to that.

Sighing through gritted teeth, Sawyer clenched and unclenched her fist. "Fine," She relented, "But if anything happens just…" She trailed off.

"Scream?" He asked finishing her sentence for her.

"Scream, run, I don't care. Just make a scene okay? These guys work in the dark, they wouldn't dare make a move if you have all the attention on you."

He nodded, "Right, make a scene, I can do that. Hell, I was practically born to do that." He gulped and Sawyer watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. She didn't even need her enhanced smell or hearing to notice how nervous he was. He then placed a hand on her shoulder, "You, uh, you be careful too, alright?"

She gave him a small smile, "Don't worry, I will be, I always am." He smirked as if he was going to disagree with her, but shook his head deciding that silence was perhaps the best option. With one last nod to each other the two of them went their separate ways.

Sawyer didn't exactly know where they were keeping Isaac, but she had a pretty good idea. Her best-educated guess was the holding cells as that was where they would have to keep him overnight. At least she really hoped that was where he was and not in an integration room with some poor officer trying to get a statement from him.

That was going to be hard to explain to the Sheriff.

Doing her best to stick to the walls and keep herself out of sight, Sawyer was able to sneak her way around the most crowded area of the station. She let out a small sigh of relief when a row of steel bars made its way into her line of sight. She sped up a little bit when a hand on her shoulder roughly pulled her back and stopped her.

The hand on her shoulder spun her around and she was met with the sight of a very harsh looking officer. "And what exactly do you think you're doing?" He asked harshly. The hand on her shoulder tightened and she could swear that if she didn't heal quickly that she would have a bruise for a couple of days.

"Sorry, Officer," She tried her best to sound innocent, "I was lost and looking for the bathroom."

He raised an eyebrow, "In the holding cells?"

Right, yeah, that was stupid.

She took a moment to look over the officer. He was someone that she hadn't seen before, but that wasn't surprising, it wasn't like she had met every single Beacon Hills police officer. However, and perhaps this was Stiles rubbing off of her, he was someone that looked like he didn't belong in the station. "What's your badge number?" She asked.

He looked confused for a moment, "What's that matter?"

"Well, you see, I happen to be very good friends with the Sheriff's son and I would like your number so I could give a formal complaint to him."

His lips then formed into a smirk. A cruel, nasty, and sinister smirk. "Yeah," His voice a hiss, "You and I both know that's not going to happen."

Alright, so, that answers that question. The hunters were here and judging by the look he was giving her; they were here to kill. Sawyer knew that she had two options here. She could either run or fight. So, Sawyer took a moment to look the hand on her should, then at the cells at the end of the hall, and finally at the man in front of her.

He was taller than her, at least 6 feet, and he was muscular. She might have enhanced strength but the man in front of her clearly trained for something like that. She should probably run, it would be easier, she was a smaller target and faster than him. Leave Isaac to Derek, grab Stiles, and run.

It's what she should do, but it wasn't what she was going to do.

Using all her strength, Sawyer curled her hand into a fist and punched the hunter in the face. He recoiled instantly, letting go of her shoulder, and stumbling backwards. He groaned in pain as he clutched his nose and Sawyer could smell the blood coming from it. Judging from the crookedness of his nose, Sawyer's guessing that she had broken it. Good.

Using this distraction Sawyer started making her way towards the cells. She couldn't see Isaac but she could smell him, she could hear his heart beating rapidly. He was in one of the cells and she's pretty sure that he had already transitioned into his werewolf form. Great, that was great, and not at all a problem.

"Isaac?" She whispered his name towards the cells, "Isaac?" There was nothing and she wondered where he had gone. Then, somewhere to her left, there was a low growl. As she started to turn her head towards the growl, she felt someone yank her hair, hard and shoved her to the ground.

"You know Argent said not to kill you," The hunter spit blood on the floor and gave her a crazed look as he grabbed his baton from his side, "But, he didn't say anything about maiming." Sawyer started moving backward, trying to get away from him. He grabbed her foot and dragged her towards him. This was not going as planned but as long as his attention was away from Isaac, then she would endure.

His first couple of strikes she was able to dodge, but when she made a move to get up he was able to hit her. The first strike was in her back and it took the wind out of her, causing her to freeze for a moment. The next was in her ribs and she's pretty sure that she felt a crack and breathing became hard. Then it wasn't his baton, but rather his boot. His steel-toed boot to her fucking face.

Stars appeared in her eyes and she felt the blood from her now broken nose trickle down her throat, causing her to choke. She was down on her back, struggling to keep her eyes open, every breath caused her pain, and there was a ringing in her ears.

Everything seemed to slow down, becoming fuzzy to her, as the world turned into a slideshow.

She saw the hunter raise his boot again and she closed her eyes readying herself. Then there was a shrill sound of an alarm that she could barely register through the ringing in her ears. Lights started going on and off, she could feel something cold and wet against her skin. She opened her eyes to see that someone was fighting the hunter; Curly sandy blond hair, tall lean build, who reeked of Earth and chemicals. Isaac. He was fighting the hunter and winning. She closed her eyes again and tried to regain what little strength she had to help him. Her body protested her though, her head plopped back down onto the ground and she closed her eyes, trying to focus on anything to keep her awake.

There was a roar then, one that could have only come from Derek. She felt someone lean down and shake her slightly, she thinks they were calling her name. She only groans and merely swats at the concerned hands trying to shake her back awake.

Sawyer let herself drift off into blissful and painless unconsciousness. She had done her part. She deserved this rest.


This was not the rest that Sawyer as imagining, but, it's rest isn't it?