A/N: It's here! I'm back. I'm so sorry it took so long. Like I had said i had some things I needed to work on. And while I'm not fully through with working on them I can't let them stop me. So I'm going to move forward with the knowledge that these things happened and they are a part of me and I will never forget them. But enough about that. Percy's back. Now a word of warning, I think I forgot how to write halfway through this. So just bear with me through that part. I tried to get back to my normal writing by the end and I hope you like it. As always Teen Wolf does not belong to me. (Unless I manage to win Posey over in September when he comes to town... highly unlikely but I'm gonna dream anyway). The only one who does belong to me is the sunshine that is Percy. Leave your reviews and let me know what you think. I love hearing from you. ENJOY!
"I promise I will not leave the hospital again, but I can not stay in this bed all the time." I whine at my mother who is fussing over me as I try to get out of bed.
"You need to listen to the doctors." She sighed lightly pushing me back onto the bed. "I don't know if I can handle getting another call from the police saying you've been hurt." I stop fidgeting and look over at her.
"I'm sorry Mom." She sits down on the bed next to me and smoothes my hair back. "I never planned on getting hurt and making you worry."
"I know sweetie. I'm a mom it's my job to worry." She smiles at me and kisses my forehead. "Where is it you intend to go if you do get out of bed?" She gets up and starts straightening the few get well gifts that had come since I'd gotten back to the hospital 3 days ago.
"I want to go see if there's any change with Lydia." I look around the room and spot the wheelchair they had given me in the corner before crinkling my nose. "Mom?" She looks up at me and I continue, "Can you bring the wheelchair over?"
"You hate the wheelchair." She comments rolling it over to the side of the bed.
"Yes I do. But you won't let me walk there so this is my compromise." I shift over and then plop lightly into the wheelchair grimacing when a light pain trickles up my side.
"You just don't take no for an answer do you?" My mom starts pushing me down the hallway towards Lydia's room and I smile up at her shaking my head. We run into Mrs. McCall at the nurses station and she joins us after gathering a clipboard.
"Trying to escape again?" She smiles down at me turning the corner to Lydia's room.
"Wouldn't get too far." I mutter spotting Stiles lying across a couple chairs with a balloon tied around his wrist. "Mom you don't have to stay." She gives me a sceptical look. "I will be right here." I point over to where Stiles is sleeping and then wave a hand at Mrs. McCall who is placing the clipboard in Lydia's door. "They won't let me go anywhere, you really don't have to worry. I promise I will stay right here."
"Okay. I'm going to go find your father and then some coffee. I'll be back in a little bit." She nods and sends me a look that says 'stay' before walking towards the elevator. I roll my wheelchair slowly over to where Stiles is uncomfortably lying and roll my eyes at his dream-talk. Mrs. McCall comes over to me carrying some magazines from the waiting room and places them on the edge of the chair I'm sitting next to, I smile my thanks and she goes over to a shelving unit to do some work.
I made it through half a magazine and Stiles tossing and turning all over the place before Lydia's room door opened and her dad appeared. He looks at Stiles laying there and motions for Mrs. McCall to come over.
"He's been here all night?" Mr. Martin asks looking between me and Mrs. McCall.
"He's been here all weekend." Mrs. McCall breathes out a laugh, as Stiles mumbles something incoherently making a cleaning lady uncomfortable.
"Sorry." I whisper as she looks up at me startled by whatever Stiles had said. I reach over and push Stiles' leg of the chair, the rest of his body following, waking him up. He flails around a little bit the balloon tied to his wrist tangling up on his limbs before he sits and looks at me. Mrs. McCall smirks at the two of us before showing Mr. Martin to the coffee machine just a little ways down the hall. Stiles leans against the chairs he had just fallen from rubbing his face trying to wipe away the sleep. "Morning Robin." I chirp bringing his head rolling around to look at me with a smile.
"Morning." He yawns slightly as he stomach growls. "You hungry?" He asks rising to his feet and placing his hands on the handles of the wheelchair.
"I could eat." I nod and he starts pushing me down the hallway to our right towards the vending machines. "You do know that the hospital has much comfier chairs to sleep in right?" I muse as he slows the chair to a stop and comes around and stops in front of the vending machine.
"None of them are near her room." He answers yawning again jingling the coins in his pocket searching for something to get from the machine. I nod solemnly and watch him slide a coin into the slot and punch 'I'. We both watch the candy get stuck in the machine and Stiles punches the button a few more times before sighing.
"This is a sign." I say as he looks at me bewildered. "It's telling you to get real breakfast food."
"It has peanut butter." He waves a hand at the machine, "Peanut butter is a breakfast food." I laugh and nod and he turns back to the machine hitting the button again. "Seriously? Come…" Stiles pouts and smacks the front of the machine a few times. He takes a step back and motions for me to roll my chair back a little bit. Once he's satisfied with where I am he starts hitting the machine again. After a couple seconds of the machine wobbling in place he goes to bear hug it.
"Stiles what are you doing?" I ask as he starts grunting trying to lift or move the machine.
"That's not gonna work." He breathes in taking a few steps back.
"You thought hugging the machine would work?" I tilt my head quizzically.
"Sh." He holds a hand out at me and rushes the machine shaking it. The machine starts to tip forward and Stiles scrambles out of the way stopping in front of me his hands held out at the machine and his jaw dropped as the machine crashes to the floor.
"This is why we can't have nice things Stiles." I say between laughter. Stiles grabs the handles of my chair and quickly wheels me down the hallway as people come to investigate the noise.
"We were never there." He whispers to me rounding the corner back to Lydia's room. I'm about to respond just as a scream rips through the air from inside her room. Mrs. McCall comes running down the hall with Mr. Martin and crashes into the room with Stiles pushing through them and heading to the bathroom. I push out of my chair and rush to the door leaning on the frame as my leg protests to the sudden weight being put on it. Looking through the door I see all three of them standing in the empty bathroom looking around, Stiles' eyes land on me and I mouth to him, 'Where is she?'. He points towards the window and heads over to me. "We need to find her." He whispers to me as Mrs. McCall pushes past us and picks up the phone calling the police.
Once the police arrived we hovered near the vending machine Stiles had knocked over earlier and listened to what was going on.
"…. As far as we know, she left here clothing-optional." Mrs. McCall finished as she walked past us the sheriff nodded and turned to her.
"All right, you checked the whole hospital, right?" He asks and she nods.
"Ever last corner."
"Nothing suspicious?" I lean around the corner where we are standing to see Mrs. McCall, Mr. Martin, and Sheriff Stilinski standing there.
"Nothing. She just took off." Mrs. McCall answered shaking her head and looking at Lydia's dad.
"All right," The sheriff turns to one of his deputies. "Let's get an APB out on a 16-year-old redhead." The deputy nods and rushes past me and Stiles. "Any other descriptors?" Stiles steps around me and heads for the group.
"Stiles!" I hiss after him as he falls in beside the group.
"5'3", green eyes, fair-skinned, and her hair is actually strawberry blonde." He answers his dad's question for Mrs. McCall.
"Is that right?" The sheriff asks looking his son over before catching my eyes as I hang my head.
"Yeah." Stiles nods before being pulled over to the side by his dad.
"Come here. What the hell are you still doing here?" He asks lowering his voice.
"Um…." Stiles looks back at me before answering. "Providing moral support?"
"Uh-huh. How 'bout you provide your ass back home, where you should be." The sheriff shakes his son's shoulder lightly.
"Okay, I can do that too." Stiles answers nodding again.
The sheriff looks at me and motions me over, I approach sheepishly as he turns to whisper to his son. "On your way home get Percy back to her room." He turns back to me, "I do recall someone saying you weren't supposed to be out of bed."
"Ummmm…. I heard the screaming and came to investigate?" I say trying to sound believable. The sheriff gives me a look and I hang my head before shuffling past Stiles heading towards me room. Stiles falls in step next to me after skirting around the vending machine. We turn the corner and Stiles heads off towards my room as I stop next to the elevators pushing the down button. "Where are you going?" I ask making him stop in his tracks.
"Taking you to your room." He answers motioning for me to start walking again.
"Aren't you going to look for Lydia?" He looks at me flabbergasted but nods anyway. "I'm coming with." The elevator arrives with a ding and I step inside the lift.
"You can't." Stiles slams his hand out stopping the door from closing. I raise and eyebrow at him questioningly. "You're hurt." He explains gesturing at my leg with his free hand.
"I'm fine." I say and his face sinks into a frown but he steps into the elevator with me anyway.
"You are staying in the Jeep." He says punching the ground floor button of the elevator.
"Whatever you say Robin." I smile at him and he leads me from the elevator towards his car.
We had been driving for about 20 minutes when Stiles slams his hand on the steering wheel. "We aren't going to find her like this." He mutters fishing his phone out of his pocket and dialling a number while I continue to watch out the window. "I'm coming to pick you up I need your help." Stiles hangs up and swings around the corner, speeding down the road. We pull up in front of Scott's house a minute later and I smirk.
"Why wasn't this the first plan?" I tilt my head towards Stiles as Scott comes out the front door and climbs into the back of the Jeep.
"You came up with the first plan." Stiles points out nodding a hello to Scott in the rearview.
"Ah yes. But I'm injured and therefore should not be in charge of plan making." I shrug and turn in my seat slightly to look at Scott. Scott looks slightly confused by our banter and mouths to me 'Plan for what?'. "Lydia jumped out a window and went missing." I explain and Scott nods in understanding as Stiles peels away from the curb.
"I'm going to need something of hers if you want me to track her." Scott says from the backseat and Stiles heads towards the hospital. Once we pull into the parking lot Stiles hops out of the car throwing a 'Be right back' over his shoulder and running inside. I let loose a huge sigh and Scott leans forward between the seats to look at me. "What's wrong?"
"Just wondering if he'd be this worried if I went missing." I answer with a shrug.
"Of course he would." Scott answers and I shoot him an amused look. I pat Scott on his arm and smile lightly before turning my head back to the window. Five minutes later Scott taps me lightly on the arm and motions out the windshield at Stiles returning. Stiles slides into the front seat and passes a blood coated hospital gown back to Scott. "This is the one she was just wearing?" Scott asks staring at the blood stain. Stiles responds with a sigh and a nod. "I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her. Not again."
"And that is my cue to leave you boys to it." I pipe up opening the passenger side door and sliding out.
"Where are you going Percy?" Stiles leans across the center of the Jeep to get a look at me.
"Inside." I answer pointing at the hospital behind me. "I'm not going to be any help out here. Besides Scott needs my seat, and I can't exactly climb into the back." I gesture at my leg in annoyance. "Go find her. I'm going to go see what I can find out inside."
"Are you sure?" He asks while Scott slides into the front seat.
"Yeah. Go. You are wasting time." I close the door lightly and give them both a forced smile before limping back towards the hospital. I hear the Jeep start up behind me and look over my shoulder with a little wave. When I turn back around Allison races past me toward the Jeep. I watch as Allison clambers over Scott and into the back before Stiles screeches out of the parking lot. Turning back towards the hospital I sigh and limp slowly back inside.
"Where have you been?" I pretty much get tackled as soon as I make my way off the elevator by my mother.
"Outside?" I ask cautiously. My mother looks me over to see if I was okay before sighing in relief and walking over to my dad.
"I told Stiles to take you to your room." The sheriff says appearing beside me. "And yet your mother came tearing down the hallway 5 minutes later saying that you weren't there. Mind telling me where you went?"
"Ummmm….." I wring my hands together nervously before pointing off down the hall towards my hospital room. "You meant that room didn't you?" The sheriff nods crossing his arms. "Yeah, that makes more sense than my room at home." I say sighing. "Sorry."
"Don't apologize to me. I'm just glad you came back in one piece." The sheriff points over his shoulder at my parents. "You may want to apologize to them though. I'm not sure your mother can handle any more scares like that."
"Thanks sheriff." I nod with a smile and he pats my arm lightly before turning and walking back down the hallway. I head off down the hall towards my room and settle onto my bed with a sigh. "Nothing to do now but wait." I fall back across the bed and close my eyes.
I wake up the next morning to a gentle squeezing of my shoulder. "Sweetheart, wake up." I slowly open my eyes and groan the hospital room before looking at my mom.
"I fell asleep?" I ask pulling myself up onto the pillows before rubbing my eyes lightly. My mom nods then heads over to a bag of clothes on the chair in the corner. "Stiles stop by?" I ask leaning my head back against the pillows.
"No." She stops rummaging through the bag and turns to me. "Was he supposed to?" I shake my head and turn towards here pointing at the bag.
"What are you doing?" I ask as she pulls out a few articles of clothing and places them on the bed.
"Getting an outfit ready for you." She answers straightening the clothes a little more before smiling at me.
"I appreciate the thought Mom, but I really don't see a use in dressing up if I'm stuck inside the hospital." I glance down at the clothes sadly.
"I talked to your doctor and he said you are okay to go to school if you want." I perk up at this and happily lean forward.
"Really? You're gonna let me go to school?" I grab at her hand excitedly.
"Who do you get this enthusiasm for school from? Because it doesn't come from me." My mom smiles at me and hands me my clothes. I slide off the bed with my clothes in hand and limp into the connecting bathroom.
I wave at my mom as she drives away from the school and then position myself on the crutches. My mom's condition for letting me go to school is that I use the crutches. I would have lit myself on fire if that meant she would let me out of the hospital. I shake my head at the thought and start across the lot towards the school. I almost make it to the main walkway when a car goes swinging past me pulling into the spot right in front of me. I squeal in indignation as I nearly fall over and then glare at the car. Jackson….. should have known really. I sigh and straighten my bag as I feel a hand on my arm that startles me all over again.
"You okay?" Stiles looks down at me worriedly as Jackson climbs out of his car obviously pleased. Scott saunters up next to us and smiles a hello at me.
"Did you find her?" I ignore his question and reposition myself on the crutches my bag swinging down by my side. I grumble down at the bag and try to move it out of the way until Stiles grabs it and puts it on his shoulder.
"No. We didn't." Scott answers for him. "She ate the liver?" Scott asks looking at Stiles while helping me move along the side walk.
"Who ate what liver?" I stop mid crutch step and whip my head around to him wincing lightly.
"No, I didn't say she ate it." Stiles glares at Scott before shooing me to keep moving. "I just said it was missing." Stiles sighs in frustration and waves his hands in front of him, "And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body."
"Are we talking about Lydia?" I ask Scott grimacing at the thought of her eating anyone's body parts. Scott nods at me before answering Stiles.
"I never ate anyone's liver." Scott says as we approach another curb and both the boys help me hop up before following.
"Yeah, right, because when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self control." Stiles mutters out as I come to a stop at the bottom of the stairs leading to the school.
"I hate my life." I groan as I try to figure out how to get up the stairs on crutches. "Go ahead." I mutter waving the boys up the stairs while I slowly move to the grassy hill right beside the stairs. "This isn't going to be any easier is it?" I ask myself as I dig my crutches into the ground and swing myself up the hill at a tortoise pace.
"Actually, wait, hold on." I hear Stiles say from the stairs where the two boys had stopped. "You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you."
"What do you mean?" Scott asks keeping an eye on me as I struggle up the hill.
"I mean, like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?" Stiles clarifies shifting the two bags on his shoulder.
"Allison!" I call down to them in response to his question.
"Where?" Scott looks around frantically causing me to chuckle.
"No…. I meant you were drawn to Allison." I let out a little exclamation of joy as I reach the top of the hill. "Now will you two hurry up? It's really sad when the girl on crutches gets up here faster than you."
"She's right." Scott nods and Stiles throws his hands up. "About Allison, I mean."
"Okay, nothing else? Seriously?" Stiles sighs rubbing his head.
"Nothing else mattered." Scott answers with a shrug. Stiles just glares at him as he continues. "But, no, that's good, though, right?"
"Why is that good?" I shout down the stairs to where they still haven't moved.
"Because the night that Lydia was bit, she was with you." Scott taps Stiles lightly on his shoulder.
"Yeah, but she was looking for Jackson." Stiles waves his hand in the direction where Jackson was still standing beside his car.
"Maybe we should just let her have him." I muse from my perch as Jackson walks by a homeless guy digging through the trash can after handing the guy some money from his wallet and yelling 'Security'. Scott smirks slightly at that before pulling Stiles up the rest of the stairs towards me.
"We have lacrosse practice you going to be okay?" Scott asks as they get to my side.
"Yep." I stabilize myself on the crutches and hold my hand out for my bag. "If I start moving now I might make it to class on time." Stiles reluctantly hands over my bag and watches as I fumble with it trying to make it easy to carry while walking on crutches. "I'll be so happy when I don't have to use these things." I mutter before lifting my head and smiling at them. "Okay go to your practice. I will see you both later." Scott nods his head and heads off while Stiles stands there looking at me for a few more seconds. "You aren't moving Robin." I joke, waving my hand at him before turning on my crutches and hopping into the school.
I hobble into the chemistry classroom after ditching my bag in my locker. Wasn't worth the hassle. I make my way to my seat just as Stiles and Scott come in and sit down. Mr. Harris waits until everyone is seated and starts handing out quizzes to us. Once he is out of earshot Stiles leans forward on his desk towards Scott.
"All right, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right." Stiles whispers pointing over his shoulder at Jackson.
"I know." Scott answers not turning around.
"What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?" Stiles asks leaning forward even more so he's not even seated anymore. I reach out and push him back onto the stool before looking back down at the paper in front of me. I pull the pencil I had put on my ear down and start filling in answers.
"This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski." Mr. Harris says menacingly from the front of the room. "If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career." I sigh when I hear Jackson chuckling at this and shoot him a glare before tapping Stiles on the arm and pointing at his quiz.
"Can you do that?" Stiles asks looking at Mr. Harris and I groan putting my head down on the table top.
"Well, there it is again." Mr. Harris laughs derisively. "Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at 3:00 for detention." Scott turns around to look at Stiles who is just staring at our teacher opening and closing his mouth. "You too, Mr. McCall?"
"No, sir." Scott answers turning around quickly and looking back down at his quiz.
"Traitor." Stiles hisses at him and I snicker into the table.
I finish filling in my answers and am about to raise my hand when Jackson goes barrelling out of the room holding his nose. I look back at Danny who just looks concernedly after his friend. Stiles looks over at me and I shrug before situating myself on my crutches and grabbing my paper to hand in. Once it's handed over I follow after Jackson hearing Stiles behind me asking Scott where I'm going.
I make it to the boys bathroom and stop right outside. "Jackson?" I call through the door waiting for an answer. "Are you okay?" Why do you even care Percy? He's an ass. I shake my head to clear my head and knock on the door. "Jackson!"
"What does it mean?!" I hear Jackson yell inside the bathroom. I pound my hand on the door repeatedly until he whips the door open startling me. "What?"
"Whoa Cujo." I hold my hands up after straightening my crutches. "Just came to check on you. You blew out of the classroom rather fast."
"Why do you care?" He asks looking into the washroom behind him.
"You know I'm asking myself the same question." I shake my head and turn to walk away towards my locker. When I get there I see Allison at her locker chuckling at a piece of paper. "Secret admirer?" I ask causing her to jump and wheel around clutching the paper to her chest.
"Hi." She answers nervously the dress in her hands crinkling with ever move.
"Nice dress." I hear from two lockers down. We both look over and see a guy holding a camera riffling through his locker.
"Nice camera." Allison smiles at him closing her locker door. I turn back to her laughing quietly at the interaction. "How are you doing?" She gestures at my leg and crutches. I open my mouth to answer when we hear two girls talking from behind us.
"Her aunt, not her sister. The one who murdered all those people." I watch as Allison's face falls as she pushes her locker closed.
"You mean the crazy bitch who killed all those people?" One of the girls asks, causing Allison to look at me.
"Don't listen to them Allison. They don't know what they are talking about." I glare across the hallway at the two girls who remain oblivious.
"Yeah, the fire, all those animal attacks. It was her aunt." The first girl answers her friend scoffing.
"Are you kidding? I sit next to her in English." The boy from earlier looks sadly at Allison who catches his eye for a second.
"Find a new seat." The first girl says before they both start laughing. Allison slams her hand against her locker and rushes off down the hallway.
"Allison!" I go to follow on my crutches before sighing and abandoning them and limping after her quickly. I had almost caught up with her when I hand reached out of a classroom and pulled her in. Scott looks around the open door at me and I nod before he closes the door behind them. I spin in place to head back to my locker and bump into Stiles who is standing there holding my crutches up.
"Your mother is going to kill you." He says as I smile my thanks at him.
"You are supposed to be in detention." I answer shifting around until I'm back on my crutches properly. "Want me to walk you there?" We walk down the hallway slowly. When we get to the chemistry classroom I wave awkwardly at Mr. Harris who is already inside waiting. "I need a ride once your done, so I'll be outside okay?" Stiles nods and heads into the room sullenly while I head out to his Jeep.
An hour and a half later Stiles comes out of the building looking pissed off. I look over at Scott who had joined me about an hour ago and he shrugs hopping off the hood of the jeep and sliding into the back. I settle into the passenger seat as Stiles hops in and starts the Jeep.
"Are we really going to go to the funeral for someone who tried to kill you?" Stiles asks as he whips the jeep out of the school parking lot heading for the cemetery.
"Allison needs us there." Scott answers lowly as I stare out the passenger side window.
I watch as the cemetery comes into view and the mass of television reporters are huddled around the funeral plot. "Stiles stop the car." I put a hand out and tap him on the arm watching Allison and her parents fight their way through the media hounds. Stiles slams on the brakes and I turn to glare at him. "Gently."
"Why am I stopping?" He asks ignoring my annoyance. I answer by opening the door and climbing out leaving my crutches in the back with Scott. "Percy! Where are you going?" Stiles leans across the passenger seat to look out the window at me.
"I can't crawl through the woods like you two can. But I'll be damned if I'm not here for my friend. Go. I'll be fine." I sigh as Scott climbs into the front seat shooting me a look of gratitude. I shoo my hands at Stiles silently telling him to drive off before turning and making my way to the police barricade that had been set up to keep the reporters back.
Allison and her parents were walking across to a few rows of chairs that had been set up on the grass. I elbow my way to the front of the crowd of reporters and run into the sheriff. "Percy." He says through gritted teeth as a few extremely vicious reporters tried to force their way past him.
"Hello. Don't mind me you look really busy." I smile up at him then turn in Allison's direction. "ALLISON!" I yell to be heard over all the screaming reporters and she whips her head around before detaching from her dad and rushing over to me.
"What are you doing?" She pulls me under the barricade as her father comes up behind her looking annoyed.
"I know I'm not exactly dressed for a funeral sir." I look at Allison's dad as she clings to my arm. "I just wanted to be here for Allison."
"I'm sure she appreciates you being here. You should sit down. Your leg looks like it hurts." Mr. Argent steps to the side and motions for me and Allison to go to the chairs where Mrs. Argent is sitting.
"Where's Scott?" Allison mumbles into my ear leading me by the arm to her mom.
"Close by?" I answer hesitantly as Mrs. Argent stares holes into my skull and Allison sits next to her pulling me down into the unoccupied seat on her left. "Sorry I shouldn't have crashed." I whisper over to her and look to the barricade where the weird guy from earlier was standing with his camera. "Just didn't think you should go through this alone." An older gentleman came striding towards us after pulling a memory card from the guy's camera and snapping it in half. I could feel Allison's father tense up when he saw the man and stand up. I tap Allison on the arm and nod my head in the man's direction. "Who's that?" I whisper as he hugs Mr. Argent before coming over to kiss Mrs. Argent on the cheek. Allison doesn't answer but her grip tightens on my arm.
The older man turns to Allison and smiles in a way that sends a chill up my spine. "Do you remember me?" He asks Allison who just nods slowly. "Considering I haven't seen you since you were three, I don't suppose I can assume you'd call me Grandpa." Allison smiles politely but still doesn't respond and I pat her hand reassuringly. "So if it's comfortable, call me Gerard for the time being. But I'd prefer Grandpa." He then turns to me and casts the same eerie smile at me. "Last I checked I only had one granddaughter though." He looks over to Mr. Argent who nods stiffly before heading over to the chair next to his wife.
"I…" I stammer and then clear my throat before continuing. "I'm a friend." I shudder internally as the chill from before returns.
"I asked her to be here." Allison says from my side in barely a whisper.
I nod and then look up at him fully. "I'm sorry for your loss sir." Gerard nods before sitting on my left. Allison shifts uncomfortably in her seat and we both sit in silence as the funeral begins.
Once the funeral ended Allison climbed into the car with her family and drove off and I pulled out my phone to call Stiles. When he didn't pick up I groaned and sat on a bench nearby. "Hell of a time to leave me stranded Stiles." I mutter staring at the fresh grave.
A few hours later and after calling Stiles a few more times I sigh before dialling my mom. "Hey mom. Can you come get me?" My mom arrived about 10 minutes later a worried look on her face as she sat next to me on the bench.
"You ready to go?" She asks when I smile over at her.
"Yeah." I nod and push myself up off the bench. She gets up as well and waits for me to lead to the car. Once we are both inside she puts the car in drive and heads towards home.
"Don't think I didn't notice you don't have your crutches." She says as we pull out of the cemetery. I look around then down at my leg then back at her.
"They're with Stiles?" I say not meaning for it to come out as a question. She just shakes her head and continues on driving.
We get home and my dad comes out to help me up to my room where I sit on my bed staring at the floor. Something had been off about Allison's grandfather, and it was gnawing at the back of my brain.
I woke up at about 3 in the morning to my phone buzzing incessantly next to my head. I grab at the phone while rolling over onto my stomach and pushing my face into the pillow. "Hello?" I answer my voice muffled by the pillow.
"Percy?" A really confused voice comes through the phone. I lift my head slightly.
"Stiles? What time is it?" I look over at my alarm clock and groan. 3:27am blinks at me across my dark room. "It's 3:30 in the morning. Couldn't this have waited?"
"Sorry." I could hear the sincerity in his voice and sigh before rolling up into a sitting position and rubbing my face. "I just wanted you to know that we found Lydia." My head perked up at that.
"Is she okay?" I push up off my bed and pace my room slowly.
"She's Lydia." Was his only answer and I sigh inwardly in frustration.
"At least she was found." I answer before collapsing on my bed again. "Do you need me to come help you watch her?"
"How did you….." Stiles stammers out making me chuckle.
"It's Lydia." I answer simply. "Where else would you be."
I hear Stiles blow out a puff of air. "I think I'm okay. I just wanted to let you know."
"Okay. If you need anything give me a call." I drop my phone to the bed and groan loudly before covering my head with my pillow and falling into a soundless sleep.
The next morning I get up and hobble down stairs actually missing the crutches. I grab a cup of coffee and just as I'm about to start drinking the doorbell rings. Setting down the cup I hop over to the door and pull it open to reveal a smiling Allison standing there.
"Hey." She chirps letting herself in when I step to the side.
"Hi yourself." I chuckle making my way back to the kitchen. "Someone's chipper." I say over my shoulder grabbing a second cup out of the cupboard and filling it for her.
"Yeah. Lydia's back and Scott and I are good." She smiles taking the cup and taking a sip.
"Fair enough." I nod leaning back against the counter.
"Speaking of Lydia. She is in the car waiting for you to join us for school." Allison sets her cup down in the sink as I pull a travel mug out of the cupboard and pour myself another cup.
"Alright then. Let's go." I smile as I twist on the lid and let her lead the way out to the car. "Good to see you Lydia." I say as I manoeuvre myself as comfortably as possible into the backseat.
"Thanks." She turns and nods at me as Allison pulls away from the curb and towards school. When we arrived I swore silently as I pulled myself out of the backseat and joined the two girls walking up the stairs as they chatted about Lydia's adventure.
"You really don't remember anything?" Allison asks slowing down when we reached the stairs.
"They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying, 'We have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days.'." Lydia answered climbing the last few stairs.
"So it's like a really heavy case of amnesia?" I muse and both girls look at me then shrug in agreement.
"But personally, I don't care." Lydia twirls to look at both of us right in front of the door. "I lost nine pounds." She holds her hands out happily. I laugh under my breath and shake my head and was soon joined by both of them chuckling.
"Are you ready for this?" Allison asks placing her hand on Lydia's arm lightly.
"Please. It's not like my aunt's a serial killer." Lydia says widening her eyes before pulling open the door. Allison turns to me and I hold up my hands defensively.
"She's your friend." I proclaim as I slide in the door behind Lydia. Allison shakes her head with a smirk and follows us in stopping right beside me. Everyone in the hallway had stopped and turned to stare when Lydia entered. Lydia's eyes skirt across everyone just standing there staring and Allison leans over to whisper to her.
"Maybe it's the nine pounds." She says and Lydia purses her lips before flipping a strand of hair over her shoulder and strutting down the hallway.
"If people ever look at me like that. Please put me out of my misery." I mutter as Allison's smirk deepens. She follows Lydia down the hallway with a wave to me and I head to the lacrosse field to find Scott and Stiles.
I make it to the field relatively fast and find myself standing beside the bleachers in no time. I see Stiles running across the field towards the coach and chuckle before scanning the field for Scott. I see him sitting on the bench waving me over so I hobble towards him and slide onto the bench next to him.
Stiles comes sliding back over carrying extra equipment which he passes to Scott after nodding a 'hello' at me.
"I told Coach you're switching with Danny for the day." Stiles says quickly twisting one of his elbow pads slightly.
"But I hate playing goal." Scott says looking sadly at the goalie stick in his hand.
"Remember when I said I had an idea?" Stiles asks turning to look at his friend. "This is the idea."
"Oh." Scott nods looking down at the stick in his hands again before looking at me.
"There we go." Stiles smiles happily before bending down and looking for something in his bag.
"What's the idea?" Scot asks looking back up at Stiles who looks over at me incredulously.
"Don't look at me Robin. I just got here. I don't know what's going on." I pat Scott on the shoulder.
"I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes." Stiles says to Scott before pushing him up off the bench just as the coach blows his whistle.
"Let's go! Line it up!" The entire team bolts up off the bench and forms a line across from the goal.
"You going to stay?" Stiles asks as he puts on his helmet.
"Yeah." I nod leaning back on the bench with a smile. "Not like I can go to class. You kidnapped my bag last night." Stiles looks stunned until the coach blows his whistle again snapping him out of it.
On the first run at the net Scott runs out and tackles the guy before helping him up and sniffing him.
"McCall!" The coach yells pointing at him. "Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal."
"Yes coach." Scott answers running backwards to the net again. I look over at Stiles who just shrugs comically.
The second run goes pretty much the same except the guy is sent flipping forward when Scott hits him. I cover my face as the coach yells again. The third go is pretty much the same and the coach goes over to Stiles this time pointing at Scott the entire time. The next run is against Danny and Scott does the same run out of the goal at him.
"I really need to get updates on what's going on." I mutter to myself as the coach runs his fingers through his hair in annoyance. When it's time for the next run Jackson pulls himself out of the line and goes to sit on the bench and the next player goes up. The start is the same but instead of one of them ending up flat on their back they both land in a crouched position. The coach blows his whistle just as Stiles' dad arrives with two of his deputies. I look up at Stiles who looks as confused as me. Stiles waves me over as he joins Scott on the side of the field and the other player is pulled off to the side by the sheriff and the coach.
"Okay. Explain." I say quietly as I join the boys.
"His father's dead." Scott says. "They think he was murdered."
"Not what I was talking about." I wave my hand in front of him before waving the other hand at the field. "What was going on out there?"
"Another werewolf." Stiles says his eyes never leaving the group with his dad.
"Oh. Okay. Carry on then." I nod acceptingly at Scott.
"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles asks as the other player is led off the field.
"I'm not sure. Why?" Scott asks looking over at Stiles.
"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours." Stiles answers.
"Like, overnight?" Scott asks.
"During the full moon." Stiles nods and we all look at the boy the sheriff is leading away.
"How good are these holding cells at holding people?" Scott asks looking down at me.
"People they can handle. But werewolves have that pesky super strength going for them. So I'm guessing not so good." I answer and Stiles nods in agreement.
"Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?" Scott taps Stiles' arm urgently.
"Yeah." Stiles bobs his head slowly.
"He does." Scott continues causing me to swing my head up to look at him.
"Why can't we meet a nice werewolf?" I mutter as I imagine what my night is going to entail.
"Okay that's enough gawking. Get to class!" Coach comes across the field bellowing and everyone scatters Stiles and Scott a little slower than everyone else because they keep looking in the direction the sheriff had gone. "NOW!" Scott and Stiles' head both snapped up as they rushed over to their gear and picked it up before joining me on the way back to the school.
"So you two want to fill me in?" I ask as they help me down the hill to the school. "I mean I get the part that he's a werewolf. And I can kind of guess that it's Derek's doing. What I don't get is why him." The boys look at each other as they to figure out an answer. By the time we make it to the chemistry classroom neither one of them has an answer.
Stiles slides into the stool behind me and Scott sits next to him just as the bell rings for class. As soon as Mr. Harris starts writing on the chalkboard Scott leans over on the desk and whispers loud enough for both of us to hear.
"Percy makes a point. Why would Derek choose Isaac?" I turn in my chair slightly so I can look at them.
"Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you it could kill you." Stiles answers keeping an eye on Mr. Harris.
"Well that gets rid of any idea I ever had of getting the bite." I grouch under my breath. Stiles quirks his head at me a look of confusion plastered over his face. "What? I'm like a walking billboard for 'when things can go painfully wrong they do'." I gesture at my leg as an example.
"Not funny." Stiles answers flatly. "Anyway, as I was saying. Maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving." Scott thinks this over for a second as Stiles continues to glare at me for my obviously bad joke.
"Does being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?" Scott asks breaking Stiles out of the angry staring contest he was having with the side of my head.
"Well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or… a witness. Wait." Stiles whirls around to look at the table behind him where Danny was sitting. "Danny." He whispers loudly and I cringe looking up to see if Mr. Harris had heard. "Where's Jackson?"
"In the principal's office talking to your dad." Danny answers matter of factly.
"What?" Stiles waves his hands around frantically. "Why?"
"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac." Danny shrugs before continuing writing notes.
"Witness." Scott nods as Stiles looks at him.
"We gotta get to the principal's office." Stiles says with a twinkle in his eye.
"Why don't I like the sound of this?" I let my head fall to the desk.
The next thing I know I hear paper being balled up behind me and I glance over my shoulder just as Stiles and Scott toss the balls at Mr. Harris. Right before he turns around Stiles tosses an extra one onto my desk and I look at him incredulously. I pick up the ball and Mr. Harrison's eyes fall on me as a few people in the class laugh.
"Who the hell did that?" He asks never taking his eyes off of me. I point innocently over my shoulder at my two friends and out of the corner of my eye I see them both pointing at each other. "Principal's office. Now." The two boys get up after packing their stuff and Mr. Harrison sees that I haven't moved. "All three of you."
I groan and then glare at Stiles who is waiting next to my desk and get up to follow them out. "You know just once I'd like a plan that doesn't end with me getting in trouble." I say once we are in the hallway.
Scott looks at me apologetically and slows down to match my hobbling walk speed. When we get outside the principals office we all slide into the ugly green chairs and the boys immediately turn an ear towards the glass behind us. I turn in my chair reluctantly and listen too.
"Wait, so are you telling me that you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?" I hear the sheriff ask.
"Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him." Jackson's cockiness is evident in every word he says.
"Did you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher, parents, anyone?" The sheriff responds back.
"Nope. It's not my problem." Was all Jackson said in response.
"I hate him." I whisper harshly and Stiles shushes me before turning back to the window.
"No, no, of course not. You know, it's funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it." The sheriff says after a brief pause.
"Yeah." Jackson says in a non committal tone. "Wait, what?"
"I think we're done here." The sheriff says and Scott looks at me then over at Stiles. When the sheriff exits the office Stiles scrambles in his bag for a book or notebook to hide behind. The sheriff sighs and looks at Scott then me. "Hi Scott…. Percy."
"Hiya sheriff." I chirp happily as Scott waves awkwardly. Scott looks at me with a hint of laughter in his eyes as the sheriff walks away and the principal comes out to get us.
"Boys." We all turn to look at him and I involuntarily shudder when it turns out to be Gerard. "And friend." His eyes fall on me at this last part. "Come on in." We all push off our chairs and Stiles waits for me to enter the office before following. Once inside Stiles looks over at me worriedly and I wave him off taking a seat next to Scott. After a few minutes of heavy silence Gerard looks up from the papers on his desk. "Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete." Scott taps his hands together nervously and I reach across and pat his hand calmly. Gerard puts down the folder in his hand and picks up a much bigger one before turning to Stiles. "Mr. Stilinski." Stiles smiles tightly and Gerard sighs heavily reading from the file. "Oh, perfect grades, but little to no extracurriculars." Gerard closes the file and looks up at Stiles again. "Maybe you should try lacrosse."
Stiles lifts his hand lightly and answers, "Oh, actually I'm already….." and is interrupted when Gerard lifts a hand.
"Ms. Goodwin." He says turning to me. "We met the other day correct?" I nod as his icy gaze fixes on me. He picks up one last file and reads over it quickly. "Academically you are probably one of the brightest students in this school, and up until recently you've never been sent to the office for anything other than awards." I look over at Stiles slightly panicked and he mimes breathing in and out. "My granddaughter seems to be quite fond of you."
"Ummm….. Thanks?" I nervously push a strand of hair behind my ear. Gerard nods and then turns to Scott and I release the breath I'd been unintentionally holding.
"McCall." He says slowly as if trying to remember something. "You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter."
"We were dating, but not anymore." Scott stammers a little glancing over at me for help. "Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other at all."
I shake my head and Scott's eyes fall over to me again and a mouth 'Shut up' at him and he gulps.
"Relax, Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth." Gerard leans his chin on one of his hands and Scott shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
"Just a hard breakup." Scott stutters and Gerard rubs his chin thoughtfully.
"Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me." Gerard smiles at him and Scott tilts his head in response. "Now listen. Yes, I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."
"Is that so?" Stiles says mockingly and Scott and I turn forcefully towards him.
"However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately, someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention." Gerard looks pointedly at Stiles who is obliviously staring at the ceiling. Scott looks over at his friend too and I sigh letting my head drop into my hands.
"The things I do for you two." I mutter out before raising my hand. "I did it." I say in a normal voice. I see the look of gratitude pass over Scott's face and Stiles finally clues in to what's happening.
"Well then, I guess that's that. Now I do hope this is the last time I see you all in this office." Gerard says standing from his desk and walking over to his office door. We all grumble our agreement and head out the office door. The second we make it into the hallway Scott takes off running down the hall.
"Yeah. Your welcome!" I call at his rapidly retreating back. Stiles pulls up beside me watching Scott disappear. I turn to Stiles and point at him in minor annoyance. "You know, one day you two are going to appreciate the trouble I go through for you. Now if you'll excuse me. I have to go do time for your crime." I push past him and towards the chemistry classroom.
It's already dark outside by the time I am released by Mr. Harris. I had spent all of detention getting ahead on homework and was slightly pleased with how much I had accomplished. I push through the exit doors and shift my bag higher on my shoulder. Parked right in front of the school was Stiles and his Jeep. I approached the car and saw Stiles was on the phone, when Stiles saw me he waved me around the hood of the car to the passenger seat.
"Yeah. Harris just let Percy out of detention." Stiles is saying as I slide into the passenger seat. I gesture at his phone questioningly. "One second Allison let me put you on speaker." I smile when he understands what I meant.
"Well, we need to do something right now." Allison's voice bursts through the phone as Stiles waits for me to buckle my seatbelt. "They were asking me all these questions about Lydia."
"Who was?" I ask tossing my bag into the back of the jeep and wincing minutely when my leg twinged.
"My dad and Gerard." Allison answers before continuing. "They wanted to know about how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out."
Stiles holds up his hand at the phone. "Wait, what guy?"
"He was dressed as a Sherriff's deputy." Allison answers and Stiles jaw drops.
"They're sending him to the station for Isaac." He says starting the car and I buckle my seat. After glancing over at me one last time he pulls away from the school.
"He was also carrying this box with something on it." I pick up the phone from between the seats and hold it up so we can both hear. "Like….. like a carving or something."
"A carving of what?" I ask bracing my hand on the side door as Stiles takes a wild corner.
"Hold on, hold on. It's in one of these books." Allison answers and I hear pages flapping from her side of the phone. "I'm taking a picture." A few second later Stiles phone beeps and I tilt it so he can see the picture. "Did you get it?"
"Yeah, wolfsbane." Stiles answers slamming his hand on the wheel.
"What does that mean?" Allison pauses before asking. Stiles looks over at me and I sigh holding the phone up a little bit more.
"It means they're going to kill him." I run my other hand through my hair and look out the passenger window.
"So what do we do?" I look over at Stiles who is gripping the steering wheel tightly at Allison's question.
"We stop him." I answer with a shrug. Stiles pulls over to the side of the road and looks at me incredulously while waving his hands. I look out the window and point at the curb. "I meant stopping the murderer not the car Stiles." He groans at me frustratedly and starts the jeep again. "Allison do you think you can slow the guy down?"
"I can try." She answers before hanging up.
"And how do you expect us to stop him?" Stiles asking looking back over at me.
"I don't know." I respond lifting one of my shoulders. "I'm not the plan maker here." Stiles pauses for a second ddrumming his fingers on the steering wheel before pulling away from the curb and heading towards the police station again. A few minutes later he holds his hand out for his phone and dials Allison again.
"Hey, did you slow him down?" He asks as soon as the call connects.
"You could say that." She answers a hint of smugness in her voice.
"All right," Stiles pulls onto a side road and speeds up a little more, "Well…. Percy and I are headed to the station right now."
"Where's Scott?" Allison asks and I peer out the window seeing the moon peek through the clouds.
"Isaac's." Stiles answers as I point up silently.
"Does he have a plan?" Allison sounds really concerned.
"Yeah, but not a very good one." Stiles shakes his head before continuing. "And unfortunately we don't really have time to come up with anything better." Stiles hangs up the phone and tosses it between the seats.
"So this plan….. are you going to share it with me or should I just wing my part of it?" I muse bringing Stiles' head around as he stops in front of a ragged old house.
"You aren't going to like it." He answers pointing out the window behind. I turn around and see Derek standing there looking through the window causing me to jump and shriek.
"You are right I don't like it." I respond pushing open the passenger door nearly smacking Derek in the face.
"What is she doing here?" Derek points at me as I jerk my finger over my shoulder motioning him into the back of the Jeep. Stiles shoots me a look begging me to keep calm as he pulls away from the curb.
We pull up in front of the station and Derek leans forward to look through the windshield a severe frown on his face.
"Okay," Stiles points at the building, "Now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk."
"I'll distract her." Derek says as if it's the easiest thing in the world as he goes to climb out of the back.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa…. You?" Stiles reaches back and grabs Derek's arm causing Derek to stare at his hand offensively. "You're not going in there." Derek looks pointed at Stiles' hand a few times until I reach back a remove it.
"I was exonerated." Derek answers in reply to Stiles' implication.
"You're still a person of interest." Stiles counters raising his voice slightly.
"An innocent person." Derek growls slightly on the word innocent.
"Says the guy who killed his uncle." I mutter causing Derek to turn towards me.
"Inno…. You?" Stiles laughs lightly and I tap his arm motioning for him to stop.
"Alright what's your plan?" I turn fully in my seat to look at Derek patting Stiles arm after shushing him.
"To distract her." Derek replies quirking his eyebrows like I'm an idiot.
"Yeah I got that part." I nod holding my other hand out gesturing for him to continue. "And how to you intend to do that?"
"By punching her in the face?" Stiles pipes up making me turn towards him and silently telling him to shut up again.
Derek chuckles mirthlessly before responding. "By talking to her."
"Oh yes that should go well." I groan bringing a hand to my head. "Do you even know how to be nice?" Derek just shoots me a look again and I motion for Stiles to speak. "Okay you try. I'm not getting anywhere."
"All right. Give me a sample. What are you going to open with?" Stiles turns in his seat as I lean forward resting my head in my hands. I listen intently for Derek's response but hear nothing. Stiles sighs and taps his hand on the steering wheel. "Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?" I bring my head up and look back at Derek who tilts his head from side to side before nodding at Stiles.
"I'm thinking about punching you in the face." He answers causing Stiles to slide away from him in his seat as much as possible.
"Yes, because that would help." I grumble and open my door. "Go. Who knows… maybe she'll shoot you and we'll be rid of two alphas in a record time." Derek glares at me as he climbs out of the Jeep and heads up to the station doors. "I really don't like him." I say as soon as he enters the door.
"Me either. Let's go." Stiles smirks over at me before clambering out of the vehicle and coming to the passenger side to help me out of the car. We quietly move up the steps and peek around the door at Derek leaning on the front desk with a smile.
"Hi." He settles his elbow onto the counter effectively turning the front desk lady away from us.
"Oh my god. Is he smiling?" I whisper smacking Stiles' arm lightly. "Did you know he could do that?" Derek's gaze flickers over to me a moment of anger appearing on his face as I slide back behind the door due to Stiles pulling me back.
"Hi." The front desk officer answers breathlessly.
"I had a question." I peek back around the door as Derek starts talking again. "Sorry I'm a little…. A little thrown." Stiles grabs my wrist and pulls me lightly into the room trying to move quietly. "I wasn't really expecting someone….." Derek trails off and Stiles pushes me in front of him as I watch the grump wolf flirt my jaw open.
"Like me?" The lady asks him sweetly.
"Oh, I was gonna say 'so incredibly beautiful'." Derek answers widening his smile a little more. "But, yeah, I guess that'd be the same thing."
"Blech." I say before Stiles slaps a hand over my mouth and pulls me down behind the counter. We freeze for a few seconds as the lady turns to look in our general direction. When we hear her turn her attention back to Derek I reach up and pull Stiles' hand off my mouth and silently say 'sorry'. With a slight nod Stiles peeks over the counter before helping me up enough so I can slide over to the hallway leading to the sheriff's office. Stiles pulls me fully to my feet pausing slightly when I wince as I try to bend my knee. "I'm fine." I whisper once the tinge of pain subsides. "Go." I push him towards his dad's office and follow closely behind looking over my shoulder.
Stiles rushes forward as soon as we reach the office door leaving me standing in the doorway watching down the hall. Within a minute he is back by my side pushing me back down the hallway towards the cells. We both look up at the same time to see a man dressed in a deputy uniform standing in front of me. Stiles braces my arms as I recoil away to stop from running right into the man.
"Whoa… just….. uh….. just looking…." Stiles stammers and lets his last word hang in the arm as I motion down at the guy's leg where an arrow shaft is sticking out. The guy looks down and Stiles quickly pushes me behind him swearing beneath his breath. Stiles turns quickly and tries to push me down the hallway to escape the guy but the man grabs Stiles by the back of his shirt and hauls him back covering his mouth with his hand as Stiles flails around trying to get him off. I freeze in panic for a second as the guy moves to grab at me with his free hand but move off down the hallway once Stiles stops fighting the guy and waves me away frantically. I slip around a corner and slide to the floor gasping for air as I try to hear if the guy is following me. After a few seconds of terrifying silence I lean around the corner slowly and see an empty hallway. I breath deeply and push off the floor using the wall as a crutch as I creep down in the direction the 'deputy' had been dragging Stiles. I reach another corner and slow down peeking around it. Just around the corner is an open doorway through which I can see Stiles crouched on the ground with the guy standing above him.
Stiles catches my eye and silently pleads for me to leave with his eyes. I shake my head in response and look around for something to use. My eyes fall on a fire alarms right beside me and I quietly reach over and pull the lever down causing the building to leap into flashing red lights and a really loud siren that ended up being right above my head. Stiles freezes as he looks around the room he's in and then frantically turns back towards me waving my hand at me to leave. The fear on his face made me grab the corner of the wall as I go to look through the door way. Next thing I know a blur leaps over Stiles and tackles the guy to the ground. Stiles slides to the doorway to avoid being trampled and I reach down to grab his arm. My eyes catch up to what's happening as Isaac slams the guy into the wall growling. Stiles pulls me into the room and over to corner where he shields me in case Isaac turns to see us next.
With a turn of his wrist Isaac breaks the guys hand and makes him drop the syringe in his hand and then slams the man's head into the wall knocking him unconscious. With the guy down for the count Isaac turns towards us and growls lowly until his eyes fall on the syringe. He goes to lunge for it just as Derek steps through the door and stomps the thing to pieces. Isaac fixes his gaze on me and Stiles in the corner and snarls. I grasp Stiles arm as he pushes me further into the corner and Derek's eyes fall on us. Isaac makes it two steps towards us before Derek slides into his path, his eyes glowing red and a deafening roar filling the room. Isaac drops to the ground cowering away from the alpha as Stiles turns to look at me to ensure himself that I'm okay before turning back to Derek.
"How did you do that?" He asks shakily as Isaac peers over his arm his face back to normal.
"I'm the Alpha." Derek answers as I slide out from behind Stiles and slowly head over to Isaac. Stiles reaches up to pull me back and I swat his hand away while holding up the other one non-threateningly.
"Are you okay?" I ask my voice quivering slightly as Isaac watches me over his arm. We all look up as we hear the front doors to the police station slam open. "You two need to go. Now." I gesture between Derek and Isaac and stand up Stiles quickly scrambling up beside me. Derek nods and pulls Isaac to his feet before whisking him off down the hallway just as the fire alarm stops buzzing. My gaze falls down to the unconscious man laying against the wall and I take a step towards him just as the sheriff enters the room. He looks between Stiles and me and the man then back to Stiles again while quirking his brows questioningly. Stiles turns to look at the cell door hanging off it's hinges and the mess that had ensued from the short brawl.
"Uh, he did it." Stiles points at the man on the ground. His father shakes his head and motions for his deputy to check on the man before crooking his finger at the two of us and leading us down the hallway.