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Lois smiled tightly as they pulled up to the McCall house, barely turning to look at her ride as she hopped out of the car.
"Thanks, Greenberg!"
The boy went to say something but Lois quickly slammed the door in his face, her own contorting into disgust as she turned around and headed up the steps to Scott's front door. The ride had been quick, luckily, and Lois had been able to get out of his clutches way before he had gotten the wrong impression.
She didn't like Greenberg, and he knew that. Everyone knew that. Lois had only wanted a ride to Scott's, and he had simply been the one to supply it. It didn't make him any more tolerable than he ever had been, and she hoped that he realised that. Maybe it was wrong of her to despise him and then take advantage of his mild obsession with her by asking for a lift, but did that really matter? It was one of two choices: get a ride with Greenberg, or let Lydia Martin die.
Lois Lane may not have been Superman, no supernatural sort of being, but she knew that no matter what, she would choose to save Lydia every rime.
When Greenberg eventually drove away, Lois kneeled down at the front door. Checking under the plant pot for the spare key that had been kept there for as long as she could remember, the girl sighed when her fingers clasped dirt and stray blades of grass instead of metal. She figured that Scott must have lost his key again during the last few weeks and taken the spare, so she took her fist to the door, banging against it a couple of times in an accidental rhythm. Lois' eyes scanned the area around her, looking over both shoulders and left then right, making sure that there was no sign of Derek or his betas before bending down and peering through the letterbox.
"Stiles!" She called out, loud enough to be heard through the door but hopefully not enough to be heard by a pack of werewolves. "Stiles, it's me! Let me in-"
A small scream passed her lips as the door was swung open and her collar was grabbed tightly, yanking her body into the house and slamming the door shut behind her. Lois stumbled around but she was quickly caught by Allison, the taller girl steadying her and shooting Stiles' a glare.
Lois scowled, "What the hell, Stiles?"
Stiles shrugged his shoulders innocently and bolted the door shut once again, spinning round to face his best friend and nodding to himself when seeing that she was all in one piece of Lois. There were no cuts or scratches, and every limb seemed to be perfectly intact. Her hair was a bit of a mess from rushing around and her sneakers were as scuffed as they usually were, but she was fine. It was a relief, to say in the least.
"Where Scott?" Stiles asked without missing a beat, then frowned when he really wondered where Scott was. The teen wolf wasn't there, so how was Lois? He cocked a brow, "Wait- how did you even get here?"
"With skill and determination." She smiled tightly and scoffed, "How do you think? I got a ride, dumb-ass."
He pulled a face at her and laughed sarcastically, which she proceeded to mock, and Stiles huffed. Luna sighed at their behaviour - they bickered like siblings.
"What happened?" The blonde queried, knowing that they would fail to get anywhere unless someone intervened. Lois and Stiles has a beautiful friendship, but their petty comments and sarcastic remarks could go on for hours. Literally. They had all seen it happen.
"I had to leave without him, Isaac and Erica cornered me." Lois rolled her eyes as she thought back to it, rather proud of how she had been able to avoid their punches and smoothly leave the school grounds without them gaining on her. She then spoke in a more hushed tone than the last, all trace of sarcasm gone, "I really don't think they're going to give up."
Allison bit her lip nervously, "Then neither will we."
Lois nodded her head slowly and glanced around Scott's home, raising an eyebrow when she didn't see a strawberry blonde or a lacrosse captain anywhere in sight. The hall was dark and empty, other than the four of them.
"Lydia's talking to Jackson," Luna filled her in, having noticed her confusion. "I still can't believe he actually wants to help us."
With that, Lois had to agree. She didn't understand why Jackson was helping them, either. Only days ago, he had been shouting at Lydia in the hall and telling her that she had ruined his life. And suddenly he cared again? After breaking her heart? She wished that the boy would just make up his mind and leave Lydia alone, there was enough going on in her life, right now. Then again, Jackson Whittemore had never been very good at making up his mind. All his life, he had gotten everything that he wanted, so he never really had to choose or decided. Really, Jackson didn't know what he wanted so he decided to ask for all of it.
"He's a jackass, and he broke her heart, but I don't think he'd let anyone kill her." The Lane girl spoke honesty, shrugging her shoulders. And it was true. She didn't think Jackson would let anything happen to Lydia, not that would harm her. He was an awful person, and Lois couldn't stand him in the slightest, but she had to give credit where credit was due.
Jackson wouldn't let Lydia die, and she knew it.
Stiles pursed his lips but nodded, knowing that she was right, "I hate the guy, but Lo is right. He's the worst person I've ever met, but it makes sense that he'd want to help us out."
"I'm glad that he did," Allison spoke as her eyes flitted between the three teenagers around her, gripping her crossbow tightly as the nerves hit. "We don't have Scott right now, so we're going to need all the help we can get when Derek finally shows up."
"Well, if we're depending on Jackson, he better know how to totally take down four werewolves." Stiles sighed, peering out of the window from behind the curtain.
Lois frowned, "Why?"
"Because they just got here."
• • •
Scott hadn't answered his phone, and Lois was starting to get agitated. They had all called him at least six times each, and he had only answered once for Allison, telling her that he would get to the house as soon as possible. At the most, ten minutes.
Unfortunately for them, they weren't sure that they even had ten minutes.
"Oh, jeez." Stiles groaned, peaking out of the window and eyeing up the four wolves that were stood waiting, clad in leather jackets and boots. "Do they have to look so threatening?"
"Yes!" Lois exclaimed, staring at him as though he was an idiot - which he was. "They're not here to have a tea party, Stiles."
Chewing on her nails in worry, the anxiety palpable, Luna took her chance to interrupt their bickering and peer around at the small group, hoping for some sort of helpful idea to come from at least one of them. They spoke enough to have something, "What we are supposed to do without Scott?"
While staring at the blonde in loss of an answer, alongside Allison and Stiles, Lois pursed her lips tightly. She looked at Luna intently, then to the crossbow in the hunters hand, and then to her chaotic best friend. She span on her heel and pulled back the curtain, eyes narrowed up Derek and his teenage pack, clicking her tongue in irritation. It would be hard to hold them off, with or without Scott McCall, but maybe they could make it a bit easier. They made not have had Scott at the moment, and it was going to be hard to keep the group of werewolves away from Lydia without him by their side, but perhaps that did have a second option. One that could work, one to give them some extra time.
Nodding to herself, Lois tugged the curtain shut again and turned back to her friends, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she attempted to formulate the bare bones of a plan in her mind. They seemed to notice the silence and her thinking face, all giving waiting and watching in anticipation. Whatever was on her mind, they were willing to listen. Anything what better than the pure nothing that they had, right now
"Luna, how long have you known Derek?" She rose a brow at the blonde, knowing that it was a fair while. Lois didn't know all of the details with Luna and Derek's relationship, but she knew for a fact that he cared for her like a brother.
"Too long." Luna retorted with a tight smile.
"That means he might listen to you-" Lois said, "-right?"
Stiles immediately shook his head in denial, "No. No way! She is not going out there to talk to him! Not when Isaac looks ready to rip the limbs off of anything that gets in his path."
"Come on, Stiles." Lois rolled her eyes, crossing her arms to show that she was sticking her ground. Luna stayed quiet, as if contemplating the pros and cons of the decision while the brunette carried on. "All Luna has to do is try and reason with him. He wouldn't listen to me and Scott, but he might listen to her!"
"She's got a point. Luna's different," Allison agreed, "It's not like Derek would let anything happen to her."
"And while Luna is out there, telling him that killing Lydia is wrong," the Lane girl explained, "We can give Scott another call and tell him to hurry his slow, stupid, werewolf-ass up. Capiche?"
For a brief moment, Stiles and Luna didn't say anything. The couple stayed silent, looking at one another and having a private conversation with their eyes. It was obvious that Stiles was more than hesitant to let his girlfriend venture outdoors and into the claws of Derek Hale, especially with his blood-thirsty betas, but it was as if they had much of a choice.
She wasn't hearing any other smart ideas.
After what had felt like years, Luna nodded, "I'm in."
"I don't like this." Stiles muttered to himself bitterly as his girlfriend pulled on her jacket, groaning at the three girls idea and turning to unlatch all of the locks that were on the front door, "I don't like this one bit."
Lois told him to shut up and watched intently as Luna left, trotting down the stairs and crossing the street to where they stood. Stiles quickly relocked the door, leaving all but one in case she needed to return quickly, and the trio moved to push their faces against the windows, once again.
They remained silent as the blonde spoke to the man she had known for years, her back straight and not an ounce of hesitation in her physique. Though they couldn't hear what she was saying to the man, they could only imagine that it was rather strongly worded when she sent a sudden shove to his chest, barely making him stumble. Erica went foreword to seize Luna, baring her teeth and glowing eyes, but Derek raised a hand to stop her. Allison had been right - even in a situation like this, Derek wasn't going to let anything happen to Luna Thomas. Not if he could help it, anyway.
The teenagers didn't know what exactly connected the pair quite so much - apart from Stiles, who knew almost everything - but they didn't doubt that it would continue to prove useful in the future; Luna had something against Derek Hale.
"Do you think it's working?" Stiles whispered hopefully, eyes glued to the situation metres away. "I don't think it's working-"
"How am I going to know if it's working if you don't know, Stiles?" Lois shot at him, astonished that he expected one of the other two humans to have any clue at all. He whined but didn't look in her direction, so she turned away from him and continued to watch the scene unfold.
It wasn't long before the blonde was matching back to the house, banging on the door and slipping inside the moment that Stiles threw himself to unlock it.
Allison took to closing the front door while Stiles pandered to his girlfriend, hands grazing every inch of her body to assure that she was alright. He had watched it all and even though he hadn't seen anything happen, he need to know that she was okay. It was sweet, even if it did make Lois want to vomit. She found herself looking away for a second, staring out of the window once more, before drawing the curtain shut.
"Okay, so there's good news and bad news." Luna sighed as she brushed her hair out of her face, pursing her lips and meeting their expecting expressions. She cringed, "Bad news is that he still wants to kill her-"
They groaned.
"-good news is that he said he'd do it nicely." Luna rolled her eyes at his wording.
Cursing under her breath, irritated that her plan hadn't worked as well as she had been hooping, Lois peered at Allison who stood with her phone in her hand. "Are you calling Scott?"
"I think-" The tall brunette squeezed her eyes shut tightly, unable to get out of the words straight away. She took in a deep breath, peering her shaky hands, before opening her eyes and looking back at Lois. "I think I have to call my dad."
"No, if he finds you here-" Lois objected, "-you and Scott-"
"I know!" Allison shook her head back and forth a few times too many. She knew the repercussions as much as they did, if not better. If their relationship got found out, then that was it. They were done for. Her family would no doubt kill Scott, or chase him out of Beacon Hills, and she would never see daylight, ever again. Time was ticking. "But what are we supposed to do, Lois? They're not here to scare us, okay? They're here to kill Lydia."
It was silent in Scott's house, after that. The silence lasted for around a minute, only the sound of footsteps upstairs to bring the group of teenagers back to reality. Lydia Martin was still upstairs with no idea what was going on, the pack of werewolves were still outside wanting to kill her, and Scott still hadn't shown up. Lois wasn't sure what else to do, now.
"I've got an idea-" Stiles spoke up with his eyes focused on the crossbow in Allison's hand. "Just shoot one of them."
The hunter gaped at him, "Are you serious?"
"We told Scott we could protect ourselves, so let's do it." He continued, his voice confident. The boy walked towards the window that Allison had occupied, crowing down and pulling back the curtain for her, "Or at least give it a shot, right?"
When Allison didn't seem any less hesitant, Lois took the motivational speeches in to her own hands.
"Stiles is right." She nodded, stepping towards Allison. "We told Scott that we would be fine on our own, and we will be, because we have you. I mean— can anyone else here shoot arrows? I don't think so."
Lois spoke up again, "Allison, you're a badass. You are an Argent. Your grandpa slices werewolves in half for a living! Your aunt-"
"Not helpful, Lois."
"What I'm saying, is—" Lois brushed off Luna's comment with a wave of her hand, "—you come from a family of hunters. Right now, Derek Hale is going to kill our friend if we just sit here and do nothing. This is a situation for a hunter; if anyone can protect us right now, it's you, Allison. So, slap an arrow into that crossbow and be the bad bitch I know you are."
Allison smiled. It was only small, but Lois saw it.
"Okay." She eventually breathed out, nodding her head slowly as she steadied her hands. "Okay, I think I can do that."
"Great!" Stiles clapped her on the shoulder and explained his theory and she stared through the window "Look, they don't think we're going to fight, so if one of them gets hit, I guarantee they'll take off. So, just shoot one of them."
Allison rose a brow, "Which one?"
"Uh- Derek. Yeah, shoot him," The son of the sheriff decided quickly, ignoring the dirty look that Luna shot at him. Lois nodded in agreement with his words, "Preferably in the head."
"If Scott was able to catch an arrow with his hands, then Derek definitely can." Allison pointed out, looking away from the targets and back to her friends. Stiles and Lois faltered for a moment, knowing that she was right, and sighed. Shooting Derek wouldn't have solved all of their problems, but most of them, for sure.
"Okay..." Lois hummed, "Just shoot one of the other three."
"You mean two?"
"No, we mean three." Stiles frowned.
Confused by the prospect of their only being two betas with Derek when there had definitely been three at least five minutes ago, Lois peeled back the curtain and counted the members of Derek's pack with her own eyes. She cursed.
"Where the hell is Isaac?"
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