AN: AKA the Night School episode woo!
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight,
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
"Alright, black, or purple?"
"Neither. You'll look like a bruise." Lydia rolled her eyes at Fallon's snarky comment before putting both dresses back into her closet.
"Not helping!" Lydia exclaimed, flipping her curled fiery hair across her shoulder.
"Wear green. You look good in green." Fallon's finger scrolled across the screen off her phone, her head resting against the decorative pillow on Lydia's bed.
"No, you look good in green. I look like a slice of watermelon." A small laugh escaped from Fallon's lips, earning a nearly evil glare from Lydia. Before she could complain about finding the perfect "seductive, yet classy," dress any further, her bare feet walked across the floor and to the closet. She pulled out a maroon tight fitting dress and a black blazer. Lydia scanned the dress a few times before humming in approval.
"It's not like you have to dress seductively anyway. It's Jackson. He'll think the sun shines out of your vagina no matter what."
"Yes, but will his parents?" Lydia shook her head slightly as she looked through her extensive collection of shoes.
"What are you going to do? Seduce his dad? You're Lydia Martin for god's sake. You're a parent's wet dream." Lydia giggled as she pulled on a single black heel.
Fallon ran her skinny fingers through Stiles' tousled hair as his mouth moved rapidly.
"It's always Allison. What if my dad had died? Scott wouldn't have even cared because Allison had a cold or something."
"If your dad had died, Scott would have been the first person in line at the funeral. After me, of course." She pushed him off her stomach, stretching her legs out before rolling off of the bed.
"Where are you going?"
"To raid your kitchen." Before Stiles had enough time to react, Fallon was sprinting down the stairs and barreling towards the kitchen. As soon as she grabbed a box of blueberry Pop Tarts out of the pantry, Stiles was right beside her, panting heavily from running after her.
"You're out of brown sugar cinnamon ones." Her lips formed a pout so perfected, it gave actual toddlers a run for their money.
"That may be because you ate them all." Stiles folded his plaid decorated arms over his chest.
"Sheriff!" Fallon hugged the sheriff's waist as he pushed the front door open, kicking his shoes off as he went.
"Fallon, my favorite soup maker." He was referring to the soup she had made the sheriff after being hit by a car in the school parking lot. Turns out a mountain lion had come after the parent teacher conferences, and while Scott was busy protecting Allison, Sheriff had been hit by a car, hence why Stiles was so angry with Scott. Luckily, Chris Argent had shot it before it could cause too much damage.
"Well of course, anything for a man serving the fabulous town of Beacon Hills as well as you." Fallon saluted him jokingly before walking over to put two Pop Tarts into the toaster.
"Especially during the invasion of the mountain lions." Fallon shared a concerned look with Stiles, but gave a contradicting breathy laugh to the sheriff. He was completely oblivious as to what was actually happening, and the healing wounds on Fallon's abdomen were definitely not made by a mountain lion. Whenever she asked Stiles whether he'd tell his dad about Scott and the others, he'd quickly change the subject and look everywhere in the room but her. Of course, she couldn't blame him. She hadn't told her mother either, but her mom wasn't the head of police in town, and while she didn't want to push Stiles to do something he didn't want, she couldn't help but wonder if it'd make things a lot easier.
Hopping into the backseat of Stiles' Jeep, Fallon's shin banged the frame of the car.
"Shit," She muttered under her breath so that it was barely audible, but she had a feeling Scott's hearing had picked up on it.
"Where are we going?" Her hand rubbed over the forming bump on her leg. Expecting Stiles to explain, she instead heard Scott's voice.
"Derek thinks Deaton, my boss, is the alpha. We need to go to the school to prove he isn't."
"But what if he is the alpha?"
"He's not, okay?!" Scott's seat jolted backwards against her knees as Scott turned to give her a hateful glare. His eyes glowed a slight tint of yellow, and she could have sworn she saw sharp canine like teeth come down from his jaw.
"Scott, calm down, okay? She has a point." Stiles gingerly placed his hand on Scott's shoulder blade, causing him to turn around and finally relax in his seat.
When they pulled into the artificially lit parking lot of BHHS, Fallon spotted a black Chevy Camaro with a matching Derek Hale leaning against the driver's side door.
"So what's the plan?" Derek averted his eyes from her gaze as he spoke with a raspy, biting tone.
"We lure the real alpha here." Scott squared his shoulders in front of Derek.
"Woah, woah, woah, what? Listen, I'm not here on a suicide mission. I'm no part of this whole wolf fiasco, and I'd appreciate it if you'd keep me away from the bloodshed." Everyone seemed to ignore Fallon's worried protests, except for Stiles, who looped his pinky around hers.
"And how do you plan to do that?" Derek shoved his hands further into the pockets of his leather jacket, taking a single step forwards towards the trio.
"Just watch me." Scott began jogging towards the double doors of the school, Stiles following, dragging Fallon because of their interlocked fingers. The crew stopped in the main office, Scott's hands confidently grabbing the intercom microphone. Pushing down the talk button, Scott attempted to howl. They thought.
"That sounds like a dying cat. Or moose." Fallon couldn't help but giggle at Stiles' comment, but her vocal cords immediately cut off when Scott's eyes coldly stared at her.
"Just, just try again, Scott. You can do it." And he did. What came next was a howl, a growl, and a roar all rolled into one ear drum shattering burrito. Chills blanketed Fallon's skin, amazed at how the boy had produced such a sound. It was nearly demonic, and she would have been terrified had she not known who was behind it.
"Where's Deaton?" All four of them looked around the parking lot. After Scott had growled, they ran out to check with Derek, and much to all of their surprise, Dr. Deaton had disappeared from the back of Derek's car. Before Derek could open his mouth to gloat about how he was right, the same beast that had terrorized Fallon at the video rental store appeared, looming behind Derek. It was nearly twice the height of Derek, and undoubtedly twice his width. Fallon gripped onto Stiles' shirt, bunching it into her now clammy palms. She could've sworn that the wolf recognized her, analyzing her into its brain, calculating his plan for her.
The alpha's claw pierced into Derek's back, raising him up into the air as black blood poured from Derek's mouth. The alpha's skin was rubbery and black, covered in sporadic wisps of black hair, his ribcage poking through the surface. He bared his teeth, which were almost yellow with black surrounding the edges, and they jutted out of his mouth in sharp and jagged forms. His eyes were the same color red as the numbers on Fallon's digital alarm clock, and they were just as fluorescent and glowing, if not more. A guttural growl came from his throat.
"Fallon! Let's go!" Stiles tried tugging on Fallon's hand, but she was frozen in place, like the soles of her shoes were cemented into the blacktop. Her eyes were stinging, her ears ringing, blocking out Stiles' pleads. Eventually, it was Scott that had pushed her towards the school, the sheer force of his strength snapping her out of whatever trance the alpha had put her in.
Scott's back slid against the doors once they were inside of the school, Stiles and Scott both panting heavily. Fallon, however, barely made any noise at all. Her eyes were wide, staring down at the palms of her violently shaking hands. She made tiny footsteps down the hall, her knees threatening to buckle under her and drop her. This wasn't happening.
This couldn't be happening. And as long as Fallon could convince herself that this was all some sick, twisted dream, she'd be okay. Scott and Stiles eyes pierced into her back, she could physically feel their stares stabbing her backside. Her moccasin boots made no sound against the hard floors of the hallway, and she silently praised herself for wearing shoes that would stay on her feet while running.
Which is what they did when they heard a large bang against the door. This time, Fallon immediately began moving her feet, not wanting to waste any time. She was going to make it out of here alive.
Stiles hand gripped her wrist, pulling her along with them. A feeling of dread began brewing inside of her stomach. She had never seen Stiles or Scott so scared, and now they both seemed to be near tears. Glass shattering could be heard in several places.
"Locker room, there's barely any windows!" It was Fallon's turn to lead. She held onto both of the boys', leading them to the boys' locker room.
"Be quiet," Fallon's voice barely came above a whisper as she shoved them each into different lockers.
"Everything's going to be okay." While she hoped that her words would reassure the two boys, it was more of a word of encouragement for herself. She curled her hands into fists to avoid them from trembling so much they hit against the metal box she was currently hiding in. Her breath caught in the middle of her throat when she heard footsteps gradually getting closer. Gripping the lacrosse stick beside her, her hand gave the least amount of pressure against the door as possible, her toes curling over the edge of the locker. Raising the lacrosse stick above her head, she slowly tiptoed around the edge of the corridor, expecting a large bloodthirsty beast to greet her. Instead, she was met with the innocent brown eyes of an old man in a janitor's suit, wielding a mop and bucket.
"Get out!" She fiercely whispered to the man, hoping to usher him out without having to give a detailed explanation.
"What? What are you doing here? Get out! Go home! Why are you here? I'll have you know I have-" Fallon's hand clasping over his mouth caused him to stop speaking. His voice was only a tiny octave below yelling, and she was sure that the alpha had heard him scolding her. Scott and Stiles rounded the corner, urgency in their eyes. The janitor began speaking again until the alpha did finally come for them, creating a gaping hole in the wall and door of the locker room. Before the old man could question what was happening, the alpha gripped him, took a bite from the left side of his body, and threw him across the room. Fallon had barely enough time to register what was happening when Scott grabbed her forearm and tugged her forward. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes as she sprinted behind the other two teenagers.
And that's exactly what it was. They were threatening her. But she knew in her heart somewhere that she wasn't weak, and even if she was, now was not the time to display it. Now, now, she was strong, and she was going to fight. Even if it killed her.
Scott's head whipped to the side, and Fallon couldn't help but giggle at how dog like it was.
"Allison's phone."
"What?"
"Allison's phone. I hear it."
"You've memorized her ringtone?" Scott waved his hand through the air as he crept in the hallway.
"Stiles, give me your phone." Stiles slapped his phone into the palm of Scott's hand without question. When Scott dialed Allison's number, a loud ringing sound echoed through the hallway.
They found themselves in the lobby of the school, facing a wide eyed Allison, a bored looking Lydia, and an emotionless Jackson.
"Scott?" Allison hissed through her teeth, looking her boyfriend up and down.
"Listen, you guys need to leave, like, right now." Scott pointed his finger towards the ground, a small hint of dominance in his voice.
"You texted me to come here, though?" Allison handed her phone over to Scott, the screen displaying a message telling her to come to the school.
"No, I didn't."
"Well then who di-" Before Allison could finish her statement, a loud crash sounded and debris rained from the ceiling.
"We need to go, now."
The group of now six found themselves heaving and panting in a circle in the chemistry lab.
"We need to call the police." Lydia crossed her arms over her chest, poking her tongue through her cheek.
"Leave my dad out of this." Fallon grabbed Stiles arm and pulled him to the corner of Mr. Harris' classroom.
"Stiles," Her vocal cords were shivering and she was afraid that they'd stop working any minute now. "There is something out there. Something out there that is trying to kill us. Your dad may be the only one who can help us. Please." For what seemed like the billionth time that night, tears welled up in the corners of Fallon's forest green eyes. Her nerves were displayed by the dilation of her pupils, and Stiles couldn't help but sigh in submission.
"She hung up on me. That bitch hung up on me!" Lydia's voice was intense with anger.
"What do you mean they hung up on you?" Jackson spoke for what seemed like the first time in a long time. She could tell his jaw was clenched, and his index finger tapped against his bicep.
"I mean somebody called them and said that there were going to be prank calls coming from a bunch of teenagers about the school."
"The fire escape." Stiles looked like a deer in headlights as he realized that the school had a fire escape.
"We need the key. We need the key." Stiles frantically ran his fingers through his hair, pacing back and forth across the classroom.
"And where is this key?" Jackson leaned against Mr. Harris' desk, causing a pencil to roll off the edge.
"The janitor." Stiles, Scott, and Fallon all shared an awestruck look. They were the only ones who knew he was dead, and they were the only ones who knew where he might be.
"I'll go get the key."
"What? Are you crazy?" Allison rushed over to Scott, placing a hand on each of his biceps.
"I'll get the key." He brushed past her, giving a small nod towards Stiles.
"You should take a weapon." Fallon knew he didn't need one, he had ten of them right at his fingertips, but it would seem less suspicious and she knew it would relax Allison just a tiny bit.
"I can make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail." Lydia looked down at her nails as she spoke.
"Everything I'll need should be in here." Her thumb pointed to the cabinet labeled materials in the back of the classroom.
"Oh, my god. Lydia, I love you!" Fallon squeezed Lydia in a tight embrace.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, tell me something I don't know." Lydia gave a tiny smirk as she opened the metal cabinet. Fallon helped Lydia mix the fire bomb, making sure to triple and sometimes quadruple check which chemicals were which. After they were done, Lydia carefully set it down on the countertop.
"There. Now, all you need to do is throw it. Simple as that."
The paramedic roughly held onto Fallon's bicep, shining a flashlight into her eyes.
"I'm fine! Let me go!" Fallon pushed past the EMT worker to walk over to Stiles' Jeep. It seemed as if the whole town of Beacon Hills had circled around the parking lot of the high school. Everyone except Fallon's mother.
"Can I have a ride home?" Fallon chewed on her lip after she asked her question. She didn't want to burden Stiles any more than she already had that night, but Stiles seemed joyous that she asked him.
To say the drive to Fallon's house was awkward would be an understatement. Fallon repeatedly looked down at her phone, unlocking it, refreshing instagram, and then locking it again. She looked out of the window, and watched as the streetlights blurred together, and how they reflected off of puddles of rainwater in potholes by the road.
"I'm sorry." It was Stiles who broke the silence.
"For what?" Fallon played with the ring on her thumb.
"For dragging you into this shit. Really. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have even asked you to come with us, it was stupid." Fallon wrapped her fingers around Stiles' forearm, pulling it a fraction of an inch closer to her, and resting her head on it.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay…" Her words drifted off as she fluttered her eyes closed.
Fallon was woken up by the buzzing of her phone underneath her stomach. She looked at the clock, realizing that it's 4:17 AM. Cool.
Knock knock! Who's there? Daisy. Daisy who? DAISY ME ROLLIN DEY HATIN
The words were blurry under her sleep clouded eyes, but she could read them clearly and she let out a loud giggle. She responded back with:
Goodnight Isaac :)
Fallon had tried to fall back asleep after that, but every time she closed her eyes, it would glow red.
AN: I apologize for the lack of Isaac in this chapter. I'll make sure to make the next one extra sweet and fluffy
I don't know about this chapter. It is probably my least favorite so far which sucks because Night School is such a cool episode. I don't know. Leave me your opinions though, I absolutely LOVE hearing them, positive or negative :)
Title song is Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) by Florence + the Machine
Honestly I can see Florence + the Machine playing at anytime throughout this fic and Teen Wolf in general like the music is so fitting
Anywho, thanks for reading :))
