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007.
NIGHT OF
THE BETA.

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     "Okay— go!"

   After a mere and pathetic five minutes of waiting in the jeep, so that Derek could work his magic upon the lady at the front desk of the station, the pair of awkward teenagers had not-so-smoothly made their way towards said station with their heads ducked low.

   The plan had been for the wolf to distract the officer stood at the desk — with what they weren't all too sure — so that she was thoroughly distracted for the time being. If all went to plan, this would mean that Lois and Stiles were able to sneak past the front desk and into the hallway, thus successfully making it to Sheriff Stilinski's office and grabbing the keys to the (possibly murderous) beta's holding cell and get him out...somehow.

   Other than that, they hadn't really had time to finish the plan, yet. Lois and Stiles had decided that they were going to wing it in every area possible. If in doubt they would improvise, and if things got messy, then they would have Derek nearby to punch someone in the face. While it wasn't the best plan, it would do.

   It sounded like it could work.

   Lois had never thought that she would say it during the years of insecurity from the ages twelve through fifteen, but she was fairly lucky to have been pretty short. It worked to her advantage these days, giving her the ability to hide and keep out of sight with ease. Stiles, however, was a lanky and clumsy idiot who seemed to know nothing about the word discrete — even when he assured her that he did. She had even offered to look up the dictionary definition if he had really needed her to, but the boy had gotten in a huff and continued to crawl away. Now, she really wished that she had done it anyway. Her words had made no difference.

    "Oh my god—!" Lois shrieked in a tone just short of a whisper, listening to the scuff of trainers and mutters of the boy whom had tripped for the eighth time, and counting. "You're like Bambi on ice! What about quiet don't you understand?"

Stiles rolled his eyes, "You're not exactly doing a delicate job, either!"

    "I tripped once. And that was because you fell on me!"

    "Well, uh— you know what? It doesn't matter, whatever!" The boy hissed, near bouncing on his toes in anticipation, "Let's just get this over with before sour-wolf's plan fails, alright?"

"I dunno..." Lois paused for a moment, thinking his words over and scrutinising them. She shrugged her shoulders as she thought, no longer scurrying across the ground but staying still on her hands and knees. Clicking her tongue, the girl shook her head in denial, "I don't think he'd fail. I mean— any woman would flirt with him. He does totally look like a super model—"

    "Lois!" Stiles cried out in disbelief, trying both his best to be silent and not projectile vomit. He didn't want to hear about his best friend's thoughts on Derek Hale's good looks, let alone her mild attraction towards him. Especially, not when they were in the midst of trying to save the man's beta that would most definitely die very soon if they didn't hurry up and find a way to save him without getting themselves in trouble, "Shut up and move! We don't have much time,"

Rolling her eyes, Lois sighed before silently pushing her body through the crack in the door and crawling across the ground.

It wasn't even a second layer that Stiles had begun to mirror her movements the best that he possibly could, only stopping for a split moment when they reached Derek. He had faintly guffawed when passing the mans feet, hearing the conversation that was occurring and pretending to throw up everywhere. He was such a drama queen.

Stiles debated tying his shoe laces together.

    "Well, I was going to say so incredibly beautiful but, yeah— I guess that'd be the same thing."

Lois silently pitied the naivety of the poor officer behind that desk, though she couldn't exactly blame her. Derek was a beautiful man and with beautiful men, tended to come beautiful words. It wasn't exactly hard to lure anyone into a state of cluelessness, not with a face like his own; a face that may as well have been sculpted by the gods. She wished that the women knew better — men like that were the dangerous ones. They would play you, make you feel special, and them drop you at the next pretty face. She'd likely be heartbroken when Derek Hale didn't call her tomorrow, and she will have wished that she had steered clear of him.

On the brightside, she probably wouldn't make the same mistake again. Not to mention that she'd realise he was a suspect soon, and it will have been considered a clean getaway.

As she proceeded, Lois cursed to herself when the skin on her knees ached faintly; the constant friction between them and the ground had caused it to sting. The brunette was glad that she had decided against wearing a skirt that morning and opted for jeans instead, seeing as  that would have been a far worse result.

But, that hadn't meant that the flooring hadn't still managed to rub at her legs, painfully. In fact, it still doing a wonderful job. She was getting quite annoyed with it, and hoped it would all be over soon enough.

Lois he really hadn't pictured that her first day at school after winter break would have consisted of: discovering a new teenage werewolf; figuring out through a visit to the principals office that Allison's grandfather and mother were now working at BHHS; the previously mentioned beta getting arrested for his father's murder; and then having to crawl through the hallways of the BH police department trying to save him. She hardy even knew the boy. Even if she did feel bad for Isaac, it was hardly her intention to end up in this situation.

But there she was, having done all the above.

And desperately hoping that she wouldn't die.

"You aren't going to die, Lo."

The girl looked towards her friend with knitted brows, "Since when were you a mind reader?"

    "Since you were so predictable," Stiles shot back easily, standing up from his crouch when they had made it into the hallway of offices and holding cells. Without a conscious thought, he grabbed Lois and pulled her up, gesturing towards their location. "See? We're fine, we've just got to get to the keys and it's done."

"What about Isaac?"

He hummed, "...we'll figure that out, later."

With a breath of relief, Lois nodded her head. Stiles was right, for once; his Dad's office was all but two meters away from the pair. All that was left to do was freeing the boy and getting the hell out of there. They'd figure it out after they'd gotten the keys.

It had been simpler than she had expected — almost as though there had been no one to catch them in the act, at all. Strange.

Where was everyone?

She frowned, "What happened to that hunter?"

    "Dunno," Stiles glanced around and shrugged, not all too bothered about the possibilities. "I guess Allison did a really good job at holding him off?"

   While Lois wasn't exactly sure how to feel about the ambiguity of it all, she found herself nodding nonetheless; she didn't want to jinx their remarkable string of good luck. It really wasn't the time for something to go wrong. She didn't want to do anything that could cause that. Though, it seemed that really, she didn't have to.

   As if on cue, an officer stumbled out of the last holding cells, an arrow sticking out of his thigh and a syringe in his palm. Stiles took a step back, his heart racing, and let out a heavy breath — he moved back and tugged Lois with him. They held their breaths as they tried to avoid the trail of blood, and the girl cursed when her trainers squeaked along the floor. Almost immediately did his gaze snap towards them. Both teens could only stand frozen, scared to their wits and too paralysed in fear to cry out for help. Lois peered down at the syringe in his hand and her stomach dropped upon seeing the violet liquid within it — she suddenly wished that she hadn't looked at all. This was bad. So very bad.

"Lois—!"

   In seconds, the hunter had shoved Stiles into the wall, leaving him to fall to the floor in a heap. She had barely screamed before her mouth was smothered by a hand, the figure now pulling the her into his embrace.

Lois was violently dragged through the hall, muffled shrieks and cries entangled within her heavy breaths, though none of them were heard through the cracks in his fingers. She grasped at the man's wrist in pathetic attempts to pry his grip away from her face, but she soon slipped and lost her footing, nearly bringing the two of them down. He had managed to compose himself and held her shoulders tightly, both of her legs flying out wildly as he had nearly lifted her from the ground.

The tip of the needle was dangerously close to her neck, and she cringed when a drop of wolfsbane trickled along her collarbone.

Stiles had said that she wasn't going to die only minutes before but that was, frankly, the biggest lie she had heard all day. In fact, Lois made a promise to give him a good smack if she made out it of this alive because there she was: being dragged by a hunter towards the clutches of an angry beta with a syringe to her throat.

If the hunter didn't kill her, then Isaac certainly would.

Stiles was a liar, and if Lois somehow got out of that situation, then she was going to kill him.

"Dere—" her screams were muffled, "Der—!"

Heart quivering against her chest, Lois realised that she had never felt this kind of fear. Not in her entire life. It felt as though she was going to have a panic attack, but one that would kill her.

She wasn't just scared.

Lois was terrified.

Another lost cry was captured by the attacker's palm. Her hand extended and Lois clawed at the doorway, trying to pull herself away from the man as they entered the holding cells, only for the wood to tauntingly brush past her finger tips. Multiple curses and profanities passed her lips even if they weren't audible — she had missed the frame by as little as a centimetre! A damn centimetre! With that centimetre had gone any hope, thus losing her last chance of escaping. There was no knowing what this man was going to do to her, now. But, even worse, Lois had no idea if Isaac was going to kill both of them the moment that they got in there.

"Sti—!"

"Quiet!"

Lois was certain that she had heard her cry and the sound of the her head hitting the ground much sooner than she had felt it, or even registered her body being flung aside.

Instinctively, her small palms flew up to cradle the wound upon her skull to hopefully aid the harsh blow, and her eyes began to pool with water. Whether the tears were due to the fear that had her paralysed as she stared up at the hunter, or due to a pulsating thump above her hairline, she didn't have time to figure it out. The man was knocked off of his feet in seconds.

"God—" Lois tried to scrambling back from the scene, holding herself up on elbows. "—Derek!" She screamed out, "Derek!"

For once, she had been rather glad that she spent so much time watching crime shows, as she had been more than correct when telling Scott that holding cells were not cut out for holding teenage werewolves during the full moon; the proof was only meters away.

Lois watched brokenly as Isaac tore the hunter to pieces.

Was this it? Was she going to be next?

Though, it seemed that Isaac held no interest in bringing harm to the brunette. Perhaps he hadn't heard the beating of her pulse over his savage growls, or maybe the beta had simply failed to spot her shaking figure as she pressed herself into the wall. The way that her lips had parted in horror. Maybe it was all due to the fact that Isaac hadn't noticed her at all, or possibly, just maybe, it had been the tug on his heart that had overpowered the amber of his eyes. He couldn't have allowed himself to hurt her even if he had wanted to, and that scared him more than his thirst for blood.

Before she could have taken it all in, Isaacs savagery ended. The boy now whimpered, his back pressed to the wall as two familiar men stumbled through the doorway: one with red eyes and the other in a blind panic.

"Lois!" Stiles dodged the beta, throwing himself to the ground.

Lois assumed that she had missed something along the lines, her heart in her ears and her blurry eyes having lost a vital piece of information. One second, Isaac had been ruining that man. The next, he was hiding behind his curls and with streaming tears long before she had even blinked. How did that happen?

Stiles cursed when she didn't respond, grabbing her shoulders in his palms and giving her a light shake. "Lo? Are you alright?"

"Uh—" She nodded slowly, too entranced by a fragile Isaac to remember the ache in her scalp. Lois then grimaced as the pain hit, "My head hurts, but I— I'm okay."

"I should take you to the hospital— or to Melissa. What if you have concussion?" He cringed, "If you have a concussion, my dad's going to kill me. Then your dad's going to kill me. And then, Stiles is going to be dead! Double dead! What if—"

    "Stiles—" Lois breathed, "I'm fine."

Huffing, the boy bit his lip but nodded.

He lent her a hand, placing it at the crook of her elbow to keep her steady as she pulled herself from the ground. He didn't believe her, but then again, he never believed when she said she was okay. She said it far too often.

Stiles span his heel, "So, what are we supposed to do with—"

But the werewolves were already gone, leaving only the bleeding hunter in their wake. Lois narrowed her eyes, glaring at the empty cell that now sat before them. It was typical Derek Hale behaviour.

    "You have got to be kidding me."

"I don't think they are," Lois winced.

Glaring at the broken window, Stile groaned.

"Great—!"

After that, Lois pursed her lips tightly, her mind already reeling in attempt to find an excuse. She settled on the idea of a quick and easy getaway for themselves also, though her life never seemed to work out the way she planned. Before any ideas could be passed between them, Sheriff Stilinski had already made his way through the door and stood with quirked brows.

"Uh—" his son looked around before pointing pathetically at the unconscious man on the ground.

"He did it?"

Lois rubbed her forehead with a sheepish smiled.

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