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028.
THREE ID'S PLEASE!
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   The first thing that Lois noticed about the club, was that the lights were too way bright.

   She had never been one of the girls who would get a fake ID and get into clubs, drink themselves dry, and try not to get caught if there was a fight and the police showed up. Not even Lydia liked to do that, really. Lois was partial to a drink and a party, maybe a little drunk boogie on the dance floor, but that was only at house parties where she didn't have to lie about her age to get another shot because someone's parents had supplied the alcohol.

The club was too bright, and it was too warm. She already felt her shirt sticking to her skin in uncomfortable places, the heat of dancing bodies passing over her face. Her forehead grew damp and she sighed, wiping it with the sleeve of her jacket and she pushed herself through the crowd, following after the two boys that were already headed to find a quieter space. Lois covered her eyes and squinted them, adjusting to the kaleidoscope of colours and overbearing scent of alcohol that got stronger the further they got onto the dance floor. The smell was like a clingy child that you babysat — that weird one that wouldn't leave you alone when it was their bedtime. Lois hated babysitting.

Lois found herself clinging to the back of Scott's shirt as they walked, allowing him to pull her along while the material was bunched in her fist. But Scott didn't mind, turning his body and pulling her into his side to make sure that she didn't get lost in the crowd. She smiled up at him and took a breath when they reached an emptier area.

One other thing that Lois noticed as she allowed her eyes to roam the interior of the room, was that it wasn't the type of club that they had been expecting. She was the only girl around.

"Guys—" Scott watched a group of men intently as they walked past him, heading for the bar. He hummed to himself in thought, slowly putting the puzzle together and coming to a conclusion, "—everyone in here's a dude. I think we're in a gay club..."

"Man—!" Stiles spoke sarcastically, "—nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?"

Loudly, had Lois snorted at the sight of him surrounded by drag queens, all touching his buzzcut head and swooning over his baggy jacket. They soon moved onto the Lois but she didn't really mind, grinning widely when one of them complimented the way that her hair framed her face. She listened intently when she was told the best way to contour for her bone structure, and she nodded as she listened to a story about a man who had done one of them dirty. When she was told that they had thrown all of his clothes in the trash, Lois had saluted.

"Men are trash!" She spoke from the bottom of her heart, ignoring the look of offence upon Scott and Stiles' faces as they waited for her. "Don't waste your time on them— your time is valuable."

The group of drag queens squealed in agreement, smiling and waving when Stiles eventually grabbed Lois' hand and pulled her away. They found a spot at the bar, both boys instinctively moving aside so that the girl could hop up onto the empty stool, and Lois waved back at the group as they migrated into the dance floor, pouting up at her best friend when he rolled his eyes.

"There are bigger issues at stake than missing drag queens, Lois." Stiles scolded like a parent as he bopped, "Like death!"

She scoffed.

   Resting her elbow upon the bar and placing her chin in her hand, Lois smiled at the barman as he came over and he returned the gesture. She didn't particularly like the vibe that clubs gave off, but this one wasn't too bad. They weren't here to enjoy it, anyway. They were here to save Danny, her friend.

"Three beers!" Stiles ordered with a boyish grin.

The barman nodded, "IDs?"

Lois didn't bother reaching for hers, knowing that they would only get denied. Stiles and Scott, however, didn't come to that conclusion and fished out their wallets, pulling out their drivers permits and handing them over. It was pretty embarrassing.

"How about cokes?" He laughed and handed them back to either boy.

"Rum and coke?" Stiles responder, wiggling his shoulders in an age it to act cool. Lois rolled her eyes at him, "Sure!"

Quirking a brow, the barman smiled awkwardly and walked away, signalling to his co-worker that they had ordered three drinks without any alcohol in.

"Coke's fine, actually—!" Stiles called out after him as he left, shrugging his shoulders clumsily and leaning his body against the bar leisurely. Lois and Scott shared a look, equally as amused and embarrassed by their friend, as he continued to put on the act of an older guy. It wasn't working, but it was a good show to watch and had certainly brightened their day, "I'm driving, anyway."

"Two cokes and a beer," the next barman announced as he placed three cups onto the bar top with a smile. He nodded towards the beer he had placed in front of Lois and Scott's coke, then back at a man across the way, "Those two are paid for."

Stiles handed over his card while Lois and Scott peered across the bar, smiling at the man that waved his hand. While she was sure that he was hitting on Scott — one of the prettiest boys in the general vicinity, she had to admit — and probably thought that she looked like she needed a beer after the day that she'd had. It was true, but it was still flattering. The brunette grinned to herself and pulled the drink towards her, spinning around in her chair in hopes that it wouldn't be taken off her if she was caught, watching as Scott smiled just as wide. Stiles scoffed, joining them.

"Oh— shut up!"

Scott shrugged coyly, "We didn't say anything."

"Yeah— well, your faces did."

     "I don't think—"

   Stiles silenced him by pointing at Lois' smug expression as she sipped on her beer. It wasn't her favourite drink but she hadn't minded. It was free.

   It was quiet between them as they watched over the dance floor, three sets of eyes scanning for the boy that they were hoping to protect. Lois quietly drank her beer, thinking about what her dad would do if he found out that she had gone to a gay club and had a beer bought for her, all while she was supposed to be in bed and doing her homework. She didn't think it would go down well, so she drank a bit faster.

    "Hey— I found Danny!" Stiles eventually called out, Lois following his pointed finger.

    She smiled as Danny danced with an attractive guy, looking like he was having the time of his life. He had told her that he had recently split up with his boyfriend and was looking for a brief distraction, and Lois was happy that he had found one. As long as it wasn't Matt, she would support him through everything.

    "And I found Jackson..." Scott said, his eyes set upon the ceiling.

   He didn't even turn to look at Lois and Stiles before he threw out instructions, "Go! Go on— go and get Danny, okay?"

   Nodding her head slowly, Lois finished her drink and placed the empty cup back on top of the bar, hopping off of the stool and flipping her hair over her shoulder. She watched him curiously, eyebrows risen, "What are you going to do?"

   He flicked his wrist and out came his claws.

    "Works for me." Lois shrugged as he set off into the crowd.

Stiles shook his head and patted Lois' back, taking off in the left direction while she naturally went to the right. They both slipped through the crowd, watching as Danny sunk deeper into the mass of sweaty bodies, disappearing as he went further and further. Lois cursed to herself when she ended up empty handed and just a bit lost, chewing on her lip and spinning in a circle to see if she could see where he had gone.

"Danny!" She called out aimlessly, "Danny—?"

Lois could head Stiles somewhere in the background but she couldn't see him. She thought she had seen Scott out of the corner of her eye, though she couldn't have been sure as her vision grew foggy, what with the amount of fake smoke pouring out from the machines like it was a blizzard.

   She coughed into her sleeve and span around once more.

"Danny—!"

When bodies started to hit the floor, Lois grew paranoid. Her body seized up and she was unable to move, unable to breathe in fear of the kanima striking her again. A low growl could be heard from somewhere to her right but she stayed put. She didn't want to risk winding up in between a fight that she didn't belong in, not if it was a commotion of kanima versus werewolf. Lois was positive that she wouldn't make it out of the one — so, she stayed where she was stood, slowly crouching down to her knees and sitting in silence, waiting for it to be over. Waiting.

The main lights soon turned on and Lois found herself sat in the middle of a crowd, all of whom backed away and screamed upon seeing the several men laying on the floor.

   There was no sight of the kanima, nor was there any sign of Scott McCall.

Lois soon found the courage to push herself off of the ground and rushed foreword, her eyes focused upon where her friend Danny Maleahani laid paralysed in the middle of the club. She felt her chest constrict, panic in her veins.

She couldn't leave it him there, so she went straight to his side.

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"Lois, what are you even doing here?" Danny asked as he was carted out of the club on a stretcher and towards the paramedics, holding onto his friends hand tightly as she walked beside him.

"Long story..." she laughed awkwardly, "I'll tell you, sometime."

"Danny!"

"McCall?" Said boy rose a brow when Scott appeared at his other side, "You're here too?"

"Just seeing if you're okay," Scott spoke sweetly, following the two teenagers as one of them was carted through the crowd of police and paramedics. "And, um— I was wondering if anything weird happened to you, today?" He paused and smiled wryly, scratching the back of his neck, "Besides being paralysed from the neck down..."

The EMT interrupted the conversation to which Lois sighed, not wanting to watch her friend disappear into the back of an ambulance knowing that she wasn't able to go with him, "Sorry, but we need to get him to the hospital."

"One more question, just one—" Scott rushed a breath. He couldn't believe Danny nearly died on his watch, "Are you okay?"

"Did it happen to my ex, too?" Danny asked.

Lois frowned at the strange question and searched through the crowd, allowing her deep brown eyes to travel along every person and surface until she spotted a blonde boy that she recognised. He was sat on a stretcher with an oxygen mask pressed to his face, and ready to be popped into an ambulance and carted away just like Danny. She hummed under her breath and gave herself a moment to confirm to herself that it was definitely the guy that she had recognised from pictures, and said hello to once in passing at a party or two, and then nodded her head.

He smiled, "Then, I'm great."

They watched him go, Lois letting out a sharp breath. While she was glad that Scott and Derek had stopped Jackson from truly harming his best friend, she still felt awful that he had been left paralysed. It was an awful experience, and she couldn't imagine how terrifying it must have been when the supernatural was a mystery to you. Lois was scared enough and she had known.

Watching her wave to Danny one last time, Scott tucked Lois under his arm and guided her back to Stiles' jeep, letting her crawl into the front seat while he was left to share the back with a naked, bleeding Jackson.

"Couldn't get anything out of Danny." He announced as he slammed the door shut, cringing at his fellow co-captain.

"Okay— can we just get the hell out of here now?" Stiles asked desperately, ready to get out of the club and erase any trace of him possible being there.

   Lois hummed, "Before one of your dad's deputies sees us."

Scott nodded his head and Stiles sighed in relief, placing his car keys into the ignition and turning them to the left. But before the trio and the lizard could get anywhere, a familiar sheriff's cop car flew into the car park, conveniently stopping right into front of the soft blue jeep that he would recognise from a mile off. Lois cursed as Stiles turned the car back off, gaping at the terrible luck that they were having that day. Fantastic.

"Oh my god—!"

   He breathed in and out in a blind panic as his dad got out of the car, shaking his head rapidly from side to side, "Oh my god! Could this get any worse?" Jackson let out a loud groan from the back seat and they all turned to look at him with wide eyes, "No— no! That was supposed to be rhetorical!"

"Get rid of him!"

"Get rid of him?" Stiles echoed back at Scott, shocked at the stupid suggestion, "We're at a crime scene, and he's the sheriff."

Lois groaned loudly, waving her hands around in exasperation.

    "Just do something, Stiles!"

The boy spluttered a few insults before slipping out of the car, waving at his dad innocently. Lois and Scott watched as he made his way over to the man, shuffling around in his feet and throwing his hands into his pockets, and essentially doing a very terrible job as lying his way out of this whole mess. When the sheriff turned to look at the pair of delinquents that still sat in the jeep , they both waved with wide smiles and innocent eyes until he turned away again. They sighed heavily.

"What's— what's going on?" Jackson mumbled, sleepily.

   He tried to sit up in his seat and the girl screamed. Lois turned to look at Scott, demanding that he do something to shut the boy up, and he quickly pushed him back down onto the seat.

"Jackson—" Scott sighed, "Be quiet!"

Lois watched Stiles' interaction with his father closely, a clear grimace on her lips as she nervously bit her nails. She noticed that Noah only seemed to be getting angrier at his son, and what with Jackson constantly moving around and groaning, she was sure that if they didn't hurry up and leave, they were going to get caught.

She eventually huffed out a breath and unclipped her seatbelt, pulling it away from her chest and turning around to face Scott in the back, "Keep him quiet. I've got to save Stiles' ass,"

Without waiting for a response, that likely would have told her to get back into the car, Lois hopped out of the jeep and made her way over to where Stiles and his father stood, a smile on her face in hopes of softening the man up.

"Now, what the hell is going on?"

"Dad, I—"

"The truth, Stiles!"

"The truth?" Stiles murmured to himself, "Alright. Well—"

"The truth is that we came here with Danny," Lois quickly interrupted, looping an arm through Stiles' one and tugging him quickly but violently in sign for him to stay quiet. Noah rose his brow at her response so she continued, "Yeah— he just broke up with his boyfriend, so, we were just trying to get his mind off things. Break ups can be hard in high school, you know?"

The sheriff analysed her honest face, one that he had known for so many years, and let out a sigh. He knew that she was good friends with Danny, so it made sense that they had all gone out to take his mind off of a nasty break up, even if they were out past their curfew.

"Yeah, that's it." Stiles agreed with a tight smile.

His father nodded, "Well, that's really good of you guys. You're good friends."

Lois took in a slow breath, glad that he had accepted her words for truth. There was no way that they could tell him the real reason that they were there — plus, it wasn't a total lie. Lois was friends with Danny and had told him that she would take him out to get his mind off of things at some point, but that time just wasn't supposed to have been right now. But, it had worked and now it would be much easier to get out of this whole mess. Jackson had quickly become their main priority, and they needed to figure out what to do with him. ASAP.

"Now get home," Noah told them, glancing at Scott through the window of Stiles' car. "All three of you. I won't be home until late, kid— so you're staying at Lois'."

Stiles nodded obediently and the two gave him one last wave, before spinning on their heels and rushing back to his jeep.

"Did it work?" Scott leaned his head through the gap in yhe front seats. "Did he buy it?"

"Totally." Lois said, "What do we do with him, now?"

    "Uh—" Stiles tried to think of an idea as he started up the jeep and turned out of the parking lot, on the way making sure to give his dad an overly enthusiastic smile as they left. He let out a deep breath and shrugged, "What about Scott's house?"

   "Not with my mom there!"

    "And we sure as hell can't take him to my house," the girl shook her head, knowing that if her father was to find Jackson in her bedroom at an ungodly hour, there would be hell to pay. Stiles and Scott were allowed to stay over, but other teenage boys? Over his dead body. "My dad would freak—!"

    "We need to take him somewhere we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him," The teen wolf said, "Or, long enough to convince him that he's dangerous."

    "I still say we just kill him."

   Lois groaned, "Scott said we're not killing him."

    "God—!" Stiles spat, glaring at Scott in his mirror, "Okay— okay. I've got an idea,"

    "Does it involve breaking the law?" Scott asked hesitantly, squinting his eyes at his best friends. Lois didn't know why he had even asked — it was always something illegal, with Stiles. She had no idea how they haven't been arrested, by now.

    "You've known me for years, don't you think that's a given?"

   The boy sighed, "I was just trying to be optimistic."

    "Don't bother." Lois responded for Stiles, wrinkling her nose and shaking her head. Scott groaned and peered down at Jackson uncertainty, not knowing what Stiles had planned, either.

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