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   Lois had eventually snapped out of her shock.

    "—you're a fugitive!"

    "So you tell me every time I see you," Isaac hummed, hardly out of breath from running through the hallways. "What's new?"

   The girl scowled. She was unable to move her body, but she was sure that she would have punched him if she could. Lois had only been carted around by him for a measly ten minutes and she had already had enough. Isaac Lahey was infuriating. Then again, the bite seemed to have the affect on everyone but Scott McCall.

   Maybe Derek's personality was transferable through the bite.

  Contagious, almost.

    "Put me down!" Lois demanded, her arms flailing limply at her sides as she was jolted around. She briefly wondered how Isaac had been able to run whole holding her for so long, but she had quickly decided that it was the whole werewolf thing.

   He barked a laugh, "Put you down?"

   A sly grin adorned his lips. He peered down at her and shook his head tauntingly. Isaac found it amusing that his presence irritated her so much, even if they were running away from a creature that wanted to kill them. There were bigger problems at hand but she found his personality to be the biggest — Lois wished that he'd be quiet and not put his energy into getting under her skin, although he didn't seem the type to care whether or not she wanted him to focus on the wider picture. So, she wasn't shocked that his grin grew even wider when she scowled.

    "Not a chance, gumdrop."

   She wrinkled her nose, "Gumdrop? What am I— ten?"

He ignored the passing comment, too distracted by a hiss from down the hall to make a retort, and took three hesitant steps back before changing their route altogether. Lois groaned at her head bumped into his chest as she was unable to support it, staring up at the boy with wide eyes when the hiss came again but even louder this time. They may have argued like it, even with the minimal conversation that they'd had, but they weren't idiots — they both knew very ell that it was getting closer, and soon they wouldn't be teenagers. Rather, when it caught up to them (and it likely would catch up) then they would be lizard food and guts to be mopped.

"Where are we going?" No humour left in her tone, Lois shot the question.  She then paused, not recalling having seen him sat with Erica and Boyd at the game. "Wait— why are you here?"

    "Oh, am I not good enough?"

    "Shouldn't you be running from the police, or something?"

Isaac rolled his eyes, "Do you have to bring that up, again?"

She sent him a pointed look and Isaac heaved a sigh. He had never known Lois Lane to be so annoying — then again, she would probably say the same about him. The only time that Lois had really known of Isaac was in freshman year, when they were in the same class and he had been silent and nerdy.

   That was how Isaac had always been, and Lois was too popular to have ever given him a second glance. Did she even know him?

All the way through school, Isaac had been a loser and Lois had been popular. She was close friends with Lydia Martin and Danny Melaheani, even Jackson Whittemore hung around with her. She was also funny and sarcastic, and he wondered how she could have been such a social-butterfly to lengths of travelling between Stiles and Scott, two fellow losers, and the top of the BH hierarchy.

Lois had also managed to picked up both of the new girls of the last year and take them under her wing, all the while Isaac had no friends. None at all.

But Isaac was different, nowadays.

    "Fine—" he huffed as they turned a corner, "—I shouldn't be here but Derek was in trouble. I could sense it,"

   In honesty, Lois decided to skip over the fact that Derek was in trouble, and that she had left him and her best friend to drown or get ripped apart, and instead furrowed her brows as she processed his answer. He sensed it?

    "Like..." She squinted her eyes, "Spidey-senses?"

   Isaac did a double take, "Spidey-senses? What—?"

But he paused. It was absurd, but she was named after a comic book character. He shouldn't have been as surprised as he was, really — he had figured that her parents must have been fond of comics and it had rubbed off on the girl. Isaac huffed and shook his head, acting as though she hadn't even suggested such a thing, as he swung around yet another corner and into the next hallway. He slowed for a moment, looking around the hall for an exit of sorts, only seeing the set of stairs that led down from the top floor, adjacent to those that he originally caught her falling from.

"Any bright ideas on where to go, sunshine?" The beta near wheezed, trying to listen out for the creature as a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. She eyed it and then let her gaze wander, hoping to see where they were with her head only in one position.

    "Where are we?" Lois was unable to determine it for herself.

    "Uh—" he took a second to gain his breath, peering around and nodding to himself, "—history block. Near the guys bathroom no one ever goes in,"

   "The one that stinks?"

    "Yup." Isaac popped the p.

   Furrowing his eyebrows and taking a few steps foreword, the beta made sure that the coat was clear. He couldn't hear the lizard anywhere near, and he certainly couldn't see it, so he figured that they'd lo:5 it for the mean time, and chose to take advantage of it while they still could. It wouldn't be long until it found them.

   "I say we head to home-ec and grab a knife to plunge into his gross, scaly—"

    "Chemistry labs!"

   He faltered, "Not exactly what I was going to say, but—"

    "Up the stairs! Go!" Lois instructed, ignoring him and returning to her original plan of scolding the lizard with acid, or throwing glass beakers at it until it bled to death, or just grew plain bored.

"Are you sure?" Isaac hesitated, slowly hedging towards the staircase but also looking around for any other means of a plan. He cringed when he didn't find one anywhere, "I don't think this things going to be all too scared of atomic mass—"

"But it will be scared of a self-ignoring Molotov cocktail," she smiled tightly as he rose a brow, "I'm not just a pretty face, Lahey."

With a slow nod, he cleared his throat.

    "Noted."

After a moment of masking how impressed he was, because he really didn't want to have to admit that he was so impressed, the boy took off towards the stairs and strode up them two at a time. Lois' head wobbled back and forth and she groaned each time that it slipped off of Isaac's shoulder, but he ignored her complaints and told her to be quiet. Each time she would scoff but comply; Isaac Lahey was much more confident — and cocky — than Lois had remembered him to be in freshman year, but he did have Derek Hale as an alpha. Things like that made sense.

She had never really imagined him to be the werewolf type. But, in the same breath, she had never pictured Scott to be, either. It was different — Scott hadn't chosen to get the bite, it was out of his control, whereas Isaac had.

He had wanted this crazy, dangerous life. Isaac Lahey had wanted this life because it had been a better option than his past one. In a weird, twisted way, Lois couldn't blame him. He was now a cocky and arrogant asshole, sure, but if her own father had been abusive and locked her in a freezer as a form of punishment, then she'd probably have opted for the next best thing too.

Lois understood it; she and her father had ditched their past life and moved to Beacon Hills for a new one.

   Making it to the top of the stairs had been the easy part. Isaac quickly observed the hallway and nodded to himself, headed for the closest door. He somehow managed to balance the paralysed girl on one arm — not without her whining for him not to drop her — and jiggled the handle. Unfortunately, it didn't budge.

   The boy cursed to himself and tried the next one, and the next, until he came to the grand conclusion that none of them were going to have been left open overnight.

   Isaac frowned, "You've got to be kidding me..."

    "Maybe we could find a key?" Lois suggested, chills running down her spine and goosebumps upon her skin. While she hadn't felt the sensation, Isaac had noticed the trail of bumps along her arms. He doubted that it was from the cold. "I'm sure that there'll be one, somewhere—"

   Instead of taking onboard the suggestion, Isaac simply shrugged his shoulders and sent his fist into the pane of glass, shoving his arm through and unlocking the door from the inside. He smiled.

    "—that works, too."

   He ignored the shards of glass that fell upon his leather jacket and happily walked into the room, feeling smug, to which Lois scoffed. Isaac shot her a smirk and kicked the door shut behind them, walking towards the far end of the room and gently placing her down with her back against the wall. Lois' body slipped and he quickly pulled it back upright, steadying her until he was confident that she wouldn't hit the floor. Isaac didn't really fancy dealing with her smacking her head and bleeding out. Neither did she.

"What now, gumdrop?" He quirked a brow and strolled towards the chemicals on the top shelf of the glass box, "You got a recipe for this cocktail of yours?"

   Lois rolled her eyes, "Stop calling me that."

Isaac proceeded to walk around the room and squinted at all of the beakers, wrinkling his nose as he thought back to all of the chemistry lessons he had sat through. "I was never any good at chemistry, so you should probably take the reigns on this one."

"Seriously?" The teenage girl scoffed, to which stared at her, confused. "I'm paralysed, Isaac! I can't do anything!"

   He hummed and glanced at her still body.

    "I guess not... well, that's a bummer."

    "Do you have any helpful suggestions?" Lois snapped at him, gritting her teeth in annoyance. "Any at all? Or do you just sit and be unhelpful all of the time?"

   Isaac watched her for a moment, blowing out a low whistle and smirking. The expression only irritated her even more.

    "Y'know, that wasn't very nice—"

    "Shut up!" She shot back, "Just shut up, and grab the sulphuric acid."

    "Why?" Isaac frowned.

   He did as she said, nonetheless, grabbing the bottle from the shelf and placing it down on the desk. Cringing at the way the acid had sloshed around, the boy put on a brave face, turning to get a beaker out of pure habit. Isaac may not have been any good at chemistry, but that didn't mean that he had never attended a single class. In fact, he went to all of them.

   Lois watched him with a small smirk, and the wolf found himself strangely intimidated by her big brown eyes and the one dimple upon her cheek. The moonlight hit one side of her face, illuminating her features in a menacing beauty. He stilled.

    "Because you are going to make a bomb."

• • •

   It wasn't long before Isaac was stood at the doorway, peering into the darkness with pursed lips and a beaker of explosive liquid in his hand. He stared at it nervously and glanced around again, peering back at Lois who'd barely regained feeling in her toes.

    "You really think this'll work?" The werewolf asked, unsure that the chemicals would do all too much to help them.

    She nodded, "You bet I do,"

   The past fifteen minutes had been spent throwing acids and powders into beakers and cups, scolding the boy for not wearing protectant goggles, and Lois growing irritated whenever he did something wrong. It had felt like years, not a matter of minutes, and Lois had wanted nothing more than to walk on over to him and take control of all the mixing and measuring, snatch the bits of equipment from his hands, and save herself the stress of having to remember how Lydia had made the concoction last semester and telling him how to do it. But, she couldn't.

   So, Lois Lane was left with no option but to tell Isaac what ingredients went where, how much of them to put in the beaker, and snap at him when he nearly spilt the bottle of sulphuric acid.

"So, I just, like—" Isaac grimaced, "—throw it?"

"Yes. You just, like, throw it." She mocked, causing him to squint at her in a nasty look. She liked how she could get under his skin, but he was just as good at getting under hers. That, she didn't like quite as much. "All you have to do is go out there, run around and give it a shake, and the lizard goes boom. Got it?"

"Boom?" He repeated nervously, heart in his throat. Isaac was skeptical about the plan — he had only just gotten used to fighting with his claws, not with chemicals.

    "Boom."

    "What if this doesn't work?"

   She rolled her eyes, watching the mixture slosh around in the plugged beaker. Lois knew Isaac would have preferred to take the lizard on with just his teeth and glowing eyes, and that he was unsure about whether he could trust that this would even go to plan. But, if he did it right, it would go to plan. It would give them time to get out of there, or at least take down the creature for long enough that they could get Stiles, Derek and Erica out safely.

   Well, that was if they weren't already dead.

   Lois shook off the guilty feeling in her chest, "It will."

   Isaac let out a heavy breath and nodded, a twinge if confidence building back up within him. Whilst he didn't want the plan to go horrifically wrong and be the on to go boom in this situation, the boy was more nervous for Lois. She was defenceless up here.

   If the lizard came in before he had managed to find it, all she would be able to do it sit there. The venom was still yet to wear off, and Isaac wasn't sure that he should be leaving her in such a vulnerable state. It felt wrong to him; it made his gut twist and he grew clammy. Isaac didn't know or like Lois very much, nor should he have particularly cared about her as a result, but he knew that she probably didn't deserve to die in a brutal way — being mauled by a supernatural creature in the Beacon Hills High chemistry labs was a bit extreme. To Isaac, that sounded like a terrible way to go. It didn't seem to float well with him: he didn't want to leave her there, but what choice did he have?

   Isaac hadn't heard the creature in a while, only vague hisses from somewhere else in the school, and he wondered whether it had lost total interest in them. But he couldn't have been sure, which was why they needed to distract it — and hopefully injure it enough to fear them — and then make a beeline for the doors, or at least find Derek.

    "He's still here." Isaac huffed, turning back for face Lois one more time, "Derek hasn't left yet. What the hell is he doing? He only came to question Stilinski..."

    "Question him?" It made sense that that was why Derek was stuck in the pool alongside her best friend, and why Erica and Boyd had been at the lacrosse game to begin with. Lois looked at his with scrutiny, "Question him about what?"

   Isaac shrugged, "He wanted to know what happened at the garage."

   The brunette nodded her head once, pursing her lips tightly. She probably should have told him where the duo currently were, but Lois couldn't muster the courage to. She couldn't believe that she had really left them there, alone and close to drowning. But Lois had frozen in that moment; she didn't know what do have done. What could she have done? Stiles had told her to leave, so she did. Lois was a just human that was scared of water. She couldn't have done anything, even if she had wanted to.

   Yet, she still felt as though she should have.

"We're going to find him when I come back, don't die." The new beta informed her, smiling sarcastically, turning away and walking out of the door before Lois could have responded. She stared after him for a brief moment, sitting silently, but then rolled her eyes. He was vein.

Isaac Lahey was also bossy, and she didn't like it. Actually, she didn't like him. Though, she doubted that he liked her, either. They clashed too much; it was liking fighting a thunder storm with a blizzard.

Lois Lane wasn't sure how long she had waited.

   But, by the time that she had regained feeling in her calves and was able to twitch her fingers, he still hadn't returned.

She wondered whether he had left her, been chased out of the school. Or maybe he had found Derek, Erica and Stiles, and they had told him that she had run off instead of helping them, so he had decided that he didn't want to come back. Perhaps the lizard had paralysed him, or killed him. The last one made her shudder. He was irritating, but Lois didn't want anyone else to die.

There had been no explosion, at least she hadn't been able to hear it if there was, and the girl began to wonder whether the bomb had even been thrown. There was a chance that it had been thrown and hadn't worked, but Lois doubted it. She had learnt the recipe from Lydia Martin, herself.

The phone in her pocket had buzzed multiple times, only in the last ten minutes — or what had felt like ten minutes, when really it could have been three. She wasn't sure. All Lois knew was that it had been incredibly annoying, what with not being able to reach into the pocket and finally see who was calling, maybe tell them where she was and to come and get her, depending on the caller. It could have been her father — in which case she was glad that she had ignored it and narrowly avoided him telling her that she was supposed to be home by curfew — or it could have been Stiles, or Scott. She hoped that they were safe, in the very least.

"Stupid lizard..." Lois muttered to herself, tongue sticking out of her mouth as she concentrated on moving her limp hand across the ground. It was fuzzy, filled with pins and needles, and she was hoping that she could regain feeling quicker if she forced it. "I'm not going to sit here and let you find me—"

"Lois?"

Her head shot up, just able to hear the faint yells of her name.

   She knew that voice.

"Lois?" They called again, the sound of their footsteps growing nearer. She sat up the best that she could, though the excitement of being found backfired as her small body slipped and fell to the ground. "Lois? Are you here?"

"I'm here!" She called back weakly, her voice muffled and cheek pressed to the cold floor. Lois tried to moved her head, spitting out dirt that had stuck to her lips, but she eventually gave up and just huffed. She scowled as the dust and lint flew up into a mini type of tornado. Did they even wash these floors?

It only took moments before her saviour rushed into the chemistry lab, sighing a breath of audible relief when they were able to hear the sound of her heart beat, loud and clear.

"Lois! Where have you—" they paused and observed the scene, brow arched when she didn't move an inch, "Why are you on the ground?"

Lois frowned, "Why do you think?"

He made a sound of realisation and rushed foreword, gently holding her arms and pulling her up into the sitting position she had been in previously. Lois blew a raspberry to get the taste of dust out of her mouth, and he chuckled.

"Here," he grinned, taking his sleeve and carefully wiping away the dirt from her lip and the side of her face.

She smiled at the gesture, softly.

"Thanks, Scott."

"Is she here?" Another voice shouted from the hallway, sneakers squeaking on the ground and squelching with water, "Scott, did you find her? Is she dead? Please don't tell me she's dead—!"

"I'm not dead, Stiles." Lois rolled her eyes, though she couldn't stop the grin biting as her lips. She was lucky they cared so much.

   As Stiles stepped into the room and heaved a breath, Scott had scooped Lois up in his arms, holding her still rather limp body to him. Stiles cringed, knowing how it felt to be paralysed by the lizard and wishing that it hadn't happened to his best friend. He felt guilty — he hadn't been able to help her, or even able to stop it, because he had been too busy helping Derek Hale.

   She continued, "But I am starting to feel my wrists."

   "Did you smash the window?" Scott frowned as he looked between the, once in tact, glass pane and the shards of glass on the floor. He and Stiles shared a funny look, noting that there were no cuts upon her bare hands.

   Lois pursed her lips, unsure of what to say. Could she tell them that Isaac Lahey had strangely come to he rescue? That he had stopped her from being murdered and carried her through the school? She wasn't sure how the two boys would react if she told them that he had made a bomb through her insurrection and then left her, or at least he was still yet to come back.

   Did they even know that Isaac was there?

    "There was no key." She eventually settled for. It wasn't exactly a lie, there really had been no key.

   Scott nodded slowly, deciding to ignore how her heart has skipped a beat. He also chose to ignore the smell of werewolf that coated her clothing and lingered through the chemistry labs, as well as the route her scent had ventured through the school and to where she sat.

   He had a feeling he knew who it was.

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