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"You really don't remember anything?" Y/n asked Lydia as she and Allison walked with her to the school doors.

"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'. But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds." Lydia paused in front of the doors and did a little pose making all three chuckle.

"Are you ready for this?" Allison asked.

"Please. It's not like my aunt's a serial killer." Lydia turned on her heel and walked through the doors. Allison gave her back a blank look and Y/n smiled at her, giving her arm a pat before following Lydia, Allison following a moment later. Lydia paused and the girls stood next to her to find everyone in the hall had stopped in their tracks to stare at them. Usually Allison would be stared at for being the new girl, Lydia for being pretty and popular, and Y/n for being kind of intimidating and a bit of an outsider.

"Maybe it's the nine pounds." Allison spoke quietly to Lydia.

"What the hell are you all looking at?" Y/n yelled to the crowd and her forceful voice spurred everyone into moving on. She gave a smile to her friends. Lydia gave her a tiny nod before flicking some of her hair back and striding down the hall in her usual confident bravado. Y/n and Allison shared a smile and followed the strawberry blonde.

...

Y/n now sat with Scott and Stiles at the field as they got ready for practice. Scott telling her what happened in the locker room. "It was kind of like a scent, but I couldn't tell who it was."

"Makes sense. A room full of sweaty boys and only one other werewolf? Even with heightened smell, it would be hard to pinpoint the owner of one scent in that cacaphony if stimuli."

"What if you can get him one-on-one? Would that help?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah." Scott nodded.

"Okay. I think I got an idea." Stiles ran off down the field leaving Scott and Y/n.

"Is that how you could tell I was turning?" Scott asked her suddenly. "Because you could smell it?"

"Kind of. But mostly I knew the signs and I could kind of... Sense it, I guess. But the scent does help. Almost every creature has a scent."

"Like how you smell like flowers?"

She nodded. "That is a witch's natural scent."

Stiles ran back to them then carrying the goalie stick. "I told Coach you're switching with Danny for the day." He gave Scott the stick.

"But I hate playing goal."

"Remember when I said I had an idea? This is the idea."

"Ohh." Scott nodded.

"There we go."

"It's a great idea, babe." Stiles looked at Y/n with eyebrows raised in pleased surprise and she gave him a wink.

"What's the idea?" Scott asked and the two gave him strange looks.

"I seriously don't understand how you survive without me and Y/n sometimes." Stiles grabs Scott and hauls him up just as Coach blows the whistle.

"Let's go! Line it up! Faster!" The players line up in their positions, Scott going to guard the goal. Coach blows the whistle and tosses a ball to the first boy. When the player goes forward Scott runs out of goal and tackles the player to the ground. He helps the guy up and then 'subtley' sniffs him. "McCall!"

"Yeah."

"Usually the goalie stays... Somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal."

"Yes, Coach." And Scott goes back into position. Coach blows the whistle. This time it's Matt's turn. He goes forward and Scott comes out of goal again, flipping Matt on to his back. Scott even less subtley sniffs him.

"What the hell man?"

"My bad, dude."

"McCall!" Coach calls again as Scott goes back. "The position's Goal Keeper. Not Goal Abandoner."

"Sorry, Coach." Another whistle, another ball. Scott and the other player go at each other again, the player defending goal just stood by this time. Scott sniffs the player. Y/n sighs and closes her eyes at the scene.

"Stilinski," Coach grabs the face guard on Stiles helmet, pulling him a bit closer to himself, "what the hell is wrong with your friend?"

"Uh, he's failing two classes, he's a little socially awkward, and if you look close enough, his jaw line's kind of uneven."

Coach lets the mask go. "That's interesting." Another whistle and another ball, this one for Danny. "Let's fire it up." Scott ends up body slamming Danny onto his back.

When Scott sniffed him, he noticed. "It's Armani."

"Huh?"

"My aftershave. Armani."

"Oh. It's nice." Scott smiles at him.

"McCall!" Coach calls again. "You come out of that goal one more time and you'll be doing suicide runs till you die. It'll be the first ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide." Y/n can't help but laugh at Coach's threat as Scott gets into position again. "Got it?"

"Yes, Coach."

Next in line is Jackson but when he notices what Scott's doing he decides to opt out. "Uh, Coach, my shoulder's hurting. I'm gonna... I'm gonna sit this one out."

Y/n narrows her eyes at Jackson's behavior, but then the next boy in line catches her attention. Isaac Lahey. He's in a few of her classes and he seems like the nice quiet type, but the heavy rise and fall of his shoulders is what really draws her eyes and shows how agitated he seems. Coach blows the whistle and tosses the ball. Isaac catches it and dashes forward, Scott quick to match his pace. The two meet and end up throwing each other to where they land on hands and knees. They both look up at each other with glowing yellow eyes, but they dim when Coach yet again blows the whistle.

Everyone's attention is drawn to three people walking onto field. Sheriff Stilinski and two deputies. "Don't tell them." Isaac asks of Scott. "Please don't tell them."

Scott, Stiles and Y/n stand by and watch Noah talk to Isaac. "His father's dead." Scott informs.

"They think it was murder." Y/n adds.

Noah gently takes Isaac by the shoulder and leads him away. "Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles asks.

"I'm not sure, why?" Scott looks at him.

"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours."

"Like, overnight?"

"During the full moon." Y/n frowns.

"How good are these holding cells at holding people?"

"People, good. Werewolves, probably not that good." Stiles answers.

"Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?"

"Yeah."

"He does." Y/n said before Scott could. She could already feel it.

In Mr. Harris' class Y/n sits at the table in front of the boys. Scott and Stiles talk while she listens in. "Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott asked.

"Peter told me that if the Bite doesn't turn you it could kill you. And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving."

"Does being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?"

"Well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness. Wait." Stiles twisted around to look at Danny's table, noticing Jackson's absence. "Danny." He whispers to the teen who looks up at him. "Where's Jackson?"

"In the Principal's office talking to your dad."

"What? Why?"

"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac." Danny turns away while Stiles looks at Scott.

"Witness." Scott says.

"We gotta get to the Principal's office."

"How?"

Y/n smirks. "I got this, boys." She whispers to them.

"Everyone please turn to page 73." Mr. Harris says as he faces the chalk board. Two seconds later a wadded up piece of paper hits him on the back of the head and he flinches. A few students laugh and he whips around to find the culprit. "Who in the hell did that?" His eyes go to the trio who immediatly point fingers at each other.

They're obviously sent exactly where they wanted to go and they sit outside the office, Scott between the other two, as he and Y/n listen to Noah talk to Jackson. "Wait, so are you telling me that you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?"

"Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him."

"Did you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher, parents, anyone?"

"Nope. It's not my problem." Y/n throws a disgusted look towards the window. Just another tick mark in the Jackson's an asshole column.

"No, no, of course not. You know, it's funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it."

"Yeah... Wait, what?"

Y/n quietly snickered and looked at Stiles past Scott. "I love your dad." She smiled.

"I think we're done here." Noah said and a moment later he walked out with his deputy. Stiles quickly scrambled to grab a magazine to cover his face and hide from Noah, but the adult had already seen him. Still he decided to go along with it in a slightly disappointed fashion. "Hi, Scott and Y/n."

"Heh." Scott gave the man a little wave.

"Hiya, Sheriff." Y/n smiled at him. Noah took one more look at Stiles and sighed a bit while walking off.

"Kids." A voice called all of a sudden and the three looked to find the new Principal, Gerard Argent. He smiles at them and Y/n's muscles tense a bit. "Come on in." The three teens sit in chairs in front of Gerard as he sits at his desk. Y/n didn't like being in the middle, directly facing the Hunter, but she really had no choice. She sits a bit slouched in the chair with her arms folded over her chest, a look of mild disintrest on her face. A façade she often wears when she wants to bar someone out and keep her secrets hidden. "Y/n L/n." Gerard starts while holding a folder with her information. "Very good grades and not in trouble often accept for one teacher in particular. I see you have quite a few artistic extracurriculars. Are you an artist?" He looks up at her.

She shrugs a shoulder. "Kind of."

"Well, from what I see here I would say you're very good." He smiles before looking through another folder. "Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete." He looks at the last folder. "Mr. Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse."

"Oh, actually I'm already-" Stiles is cut off by the man.

"Hold on." He looks at Scott. "McCall. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter."

"We were dating but not anymore. Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other... At all." Y/n would sigh at his over-explaining, but she's too focused on keeping up her guard with the Hunter to do anything more than what she is already.

"Relax, Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth."

"Just a hard breakup."

"Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me. Now listen, guys. Yes, I am the Principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."

"Heh, is that so?" Stiles laughs a bit. Y/n clenches her teeth. She doesn't think he's the enemy, she knows he's the enemy. A man like him can be nothing but.

"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." He looks pointedely at Stiles, Scott and Y/n also turning to look at him. When Stiles looks up to see everyone looking at him he sighs.

Scott and Y/n run down the halls and towards one of the school doors, bursting through them and catching sight of Isaac as he's driven away in the back of a cruiser. They turn to go back inside once he's out of sight but tires squealing catches their attention, turning to find Derek in his sleek black car. "Get in." He says.

"Are you serious?" Scott asks.

"You did that. All of that? That's your fault." Y/n gestures towards where Isaac was a moment ago.

"I know that." Derek admits. "Now get in the car and help me."

"No, I've got a better idea." Scott says. "I'm gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up."

"Not when they do a real search of the house."

"What do you mean?"

"Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's inside is worse. A lot worse." He opens the passenger door.

"Go." Y/n nodded towards Derek. "I'll wait for Stiles." Scott sighed and got into the car. Y/n watched them drive off before going back into the school to wait for Stiles' detention to be over. She had sat outside of the classroom like she had before, reading a book while she waited. A sudden whispering caught her attention. She lifted her head from her book and looked down the hall both ways, but there was no one around. The school was empty save her, Stiles and a few teachers. She furrowed her brow when the whispering persisted. She put the book in her bag and stood up, leaving her stuff there as she took a few steps into the middle of the hall.

She turned this way and that but there was nothing. Until suddenly there was. A glimpse of brown hair and a leather jacket at the end of the darkened hallway. She frowned more at this and followed after the mysterious person. Who would be wandering the halls at this time? When she got to the end she caught the person just as they turned another corner. She kept following until she got to the gymnasium, but when she went in it was empty. She looked around in confusion. Where did he go?

She huffed in annoyance. What was she even doing? She turned to leave but something caught her eye. A basketball sitting in the middle of the court. She walked over to it and picked it up. She twirled it in her fingers, the black lines blurring with the orange as it spun in her hands. She narrowed her eyes as she stared at the ball. The shapes it made seemed to form a face. She slowly brought it closer to her own face to try and make it out. Suddenly a hand snatched the ball from her hands. She gasped and jumped back at the boy now standing in front of her, smiling at her. Brown hair and blue eyes that seemed familiar to her.

"Y/n?" She jumped at Stiles' voice behind her and turned to find him at the doors of the gymnasium, her bag in his hands. "Are you okay?" He asked her with concern in his voice.

She glanced behind her, the boy and even the ball where nowhere to be seen, before giving him a small smile. "Yeah. I-I'm fine. I was just bored and decided to wander around. Did Harris let you out early?" She tried to switch subjects.

"Early?" He laughed a bit. "It's dark out."

"What?" Her eyes darted to the window to find that it was indeed dark out. How long had she been standing there?

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I'm sure. We need to go." Whatever just happened will have to be put on the back burner for the moment, helping Isaac is the priority right now. She quickly rushed out of the gymnasium, grabbing her bag from Stiles, and pulling him along with her out to the car.

He pulled his phone from his bag and dialed Allison. "Hey, sorry, Harris literally just let me out of detention. Literally. And he had my phone the whole frickin' time."

"Well, we need to do something right now. They were asking me all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out."

"Wait, what guy?"

"He was dressed as a Sheriff's deputy."

"They're sending him to the station for Isaac."

"He was also carrying this box with something on it, like, um, like a carving or something."

"What was it?"

"Hold on, hold on. It's in one of these books." There's a pause and the sound of rustling pages. "I'm taking a picture." A moment later Stiles gets the photo and looks at it, showing it to Y/n after a second. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah." Y/n takes the phone from Stiles. "Wolfsbane."

"What does that mean?"

"It means they're gonna kill him." Y/n hangs up and she and Stiles get in to the car, driving to the station as fast as they could.

The 'deputy' the Argents sent drove down the road in a black SUV until there was a 'pop' sound. He frowned at the noise and wondered what it was, jumping slightly when the sound came again. He pulled over and got out, his eyes immediatly going to the tire. An arrow stuck out of the front and back tire letting air escape from them. He went to examine it more when a third arrow embedded itself into his thigh, it's owner being none other than Allison Argent herself. She smirked and went back around the corner to call her friends.

"Hey, did you slow him down?" Y/n asked as she held the phone on speaker.

"You could say that."

Y/n smiled. "That's why we're friends." Allison chuckled a bit.

"We're headed to the station right now." Stiles said.

"Where's Scott?"

"Isaac's."

"Does he have a plan?"

"Yeah, but not a very good one."

"And unfortunately we don't have any time to come up with a better one." Y/n hung up then. Both teens took nervous glances at the full moon that was steadily rising in the sky.

They pull up to the station with Derek, having picked him up on the way. "Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office." Stiles informed. "The problem is getting past the front desk."

"I'll distract her." Derek said as he went to get out but Stiles stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa-you? You're not going in there." Derek looked pointedly at the teen's hand. "I'm taking my hand off."

"I was exonerated."

"You're still a person of intrest."

"An innocent person."

"An-you? Yeah, right!" Stiles laughed. "Okay, fine. What's your plan?"

"To distract her."

"Uh-huh. How? By punching her in the face?"

Derek huffed a short, dry laugh. "Heh, by talking to her."

"Okay, all right. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?" Derek looks around for a moment before looking at Stiles again. "Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"

He seemed to think for a second. "I'm thinking about punching you in the face."

"Oh, my God." Y/n groaned from the backseat. "Move. Move!" She ordered and made Derek move so she could get out.

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna work my magic." She smirked and strided off into the station. Derek looked at Stiles who was watching Y/n walk with a slightly dazed expression. He sighed and smacked Stiles' over the head who whined in protest before they followed the witch.

Y/n walked up to the desk, the officer behind the desk looking at the folder in her hands. "Good evening, how can I help..." She trails off when she looks into Y/n's eyes which are glowing. "You?" Her eyes seemed to grow distant as Y/n's magic works on her.

"Hi." Y/n smiled.

"Hi."

"It's so late, isn't it? You must be tired from working so much." The officer nodded a bit. "Sit down, relax, take a deep breath." The woman obeyed what Y/n told her to do, sitting down, relaxing, and taking a deep breath. "When you wake up in a little while you won't remember my face or my voice, you won't remember what I said or that you fell asleep. You will be well rested and continue your night as normal. Now... Sleep." Y/n's eyes flashed, the color reflecting in the woman's before her head laid back on the chair, coaxed into a gentle nap. The two males had watched this exchange from behind the door, Stiles with a look of awe, and Derek with a look of mild respect. She turned to them with a smile and gestured for them to come out. "She should be out until we're done."

"You. Are. Amazing!" Stiles beamed and kissed her cheek before running off to his dad's office. He went over to the little lockbox on the wall and punched in the code, but when he gets it open it's empty. He hears keys jingling in the hall and realizes he was a little too slow. "Oh, no." The fake deputy limps through the Sheriff's station, blood trailing behind him as his leg continues to bleed, keys in his hand. He pulls out a box from his pocket and takes out the syringe of wolfsbane, holding it in his mouth for a second to tuck the box away again. Stiles rounds the corner looking behind him and nearly runs into the Hunter. "Whoa. Uh, just looking, um.." Stiles looks down and notices the piece of Allison's arrow still sticking out of the man and he realises this is the Hunter. "Oh, sh-" He goes to run but the Hunter catches him by the back of his shirt, pulling him back and holding a hand over his mouth as he pulls him along.

As Stiles struggles with the man he spots a fire alarm and he pulls the switch as he's drug past it. The Hunter pulls Stiles into the room with the holding cells and lets him go. Stiles scrambles into a sitting position and they both look over to the cells, only to find the door loosely on it's hinges and the cell empty. Isaac rushes at the man from the side wolfed out and grabs him, banging him onto a desk and then throwing him against the opposite wall. Stiles rushes to sit against the other side of the room, away from the angry werewolf. The Hunter goes to stab Isaac with the needle but Isaac catches his wrist and growls, teeth bared. He squeezes and twists the mans arm until he drops the needle and then pushes his head into the wall, knocking him out and letting him crumple to the ground.

"Stiles!" Y/n rushes to the boy as Derek crushes the needle under his shoe. Isaac looks at him and then down, his eyes quickly darting to the teens. Derek glances between them and his Beta, knowing what he's wanting to do and taking action before he can. His eyes glow their Alpha red and his canines come out as he roars at Isaac. The Beta's eyes widen and he falls back, cowering into the wall in fear. After a moment Isaac peaks his head up from behind his arms, now shifted back to normal as he looks up at his Alpha.

"How did you do that?" Stiles asks.

Derek looks at him. "I'm the Alpha."

"Are you okay?" Y/n asks Stiles as she puts her hands on either side of his face, her eyes showing her worry.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

She sighs. "Good." And then she kisses him, reassurance for herself that he is okay. When she pulls away he's slightly dazed and she looks up at Derek. "Get Isaac out of here before the Sheriff comes." He gives her a small nod and does as she says, taking Isaac and high-tailing it out of there. She helps Stiles to his feet and they look around. Pretty soon the Sheriff walks down the halls to the holding cells, turning off the fire alarm as he passes. Once he gets to the door he looks between the unconscious man on the floor, his son, and his son's girlfriend, raising his brows in expectation of an explanation. Y/n stays quiet as Stiles looks around and then points at the Hunter.

"Uh, he did it."

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Published: 2/3/21
Edited: 4/12/22