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AND LIFE GAVE THEM LEMONS.
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The party was already incredibly crowded.

It was evident that most of the people had already had a few drinks, maybe five, and the night had barely even begun. There were bodies everywhere, dancing under the strobe lights, and it was a similar atmosphere to the club that had entered to try and protect Danny from the kanima. Lois cringed.

The thought of that night gave her shivers, making her fingers twitch and her spine fuzzy. She hoped that the similarities were all merely coincidental and inside of her head, and that no one would end up paralysed this time — or, maybe even worse. There was no way of knowing, not until it happened, at least. For Lois, that had to be the scariest part; the not knowing. She had wanted to save Jackson from what he was becoming, but she also wanted to save all of the people that he might have been ready to kill that night.

Either way, as she walked further into the club, Lois hoped their plan would work.

She slowly made her way to the drinks area, finding that it was the best place to see what was happening around her and a good place to wait for Isaac. Lois scanned the club with her eyes and frowned when she caught sight of Allison and Scott in the corner.

They seemed to be arguing about something, what with their hands waving around in a mixture of panic and anger. It wasn't long until Scott stormed off — something that wasn't very like him — and Allison was left to stand by herself for a moment, her face remorseful. Lois was about to head over to her friend and see what had happened, to see if she could help fix what seemed to be broken, but she quickly stopped herself when Allison wiped her face and headed towards a guy with a brown leather jacket on his shoulders, curly brown hair on top of his head. He had seemed familiar. She squinted, curious as to who Allison would be talking to in a place like this and waiting to see if he would turn around and show his face.

And when he did, Lois' mouth feel agape. She quickly covered her face with her hand and span around, praying to the heavens that he hadn't noticed her stood alone, god forbid watching him.

Lois recognised his face immediately: it was Matt.

It suddenly made sense why Scott had seemed so angry. Allison had come to the underground party with Matt, because Lois had originally blown him off, and she hadn't told him. He knew that they were supposed to be going on a date, and Scott had been all for it in a weird way, but he hadn't expected it to be tonight. There was too much going on for it to be tonight.

A voice inside told Lois that there was more to it, that something else wasn't quite right, but she didn't have the time to dwell on it.

"Any reason why you're staring at the lemonade like it killed your family?"

Spinning on her heel, the brunette came face to face with Isaac Lahey — a very smug looking Isaac Lahey, that was. She rolled her eyes at his comment and crossed her arms over her chest, and took in his cocky smile. She wanted to slap it off of his face.

"You don't know what it's done to my family," she quipped.

He hummed, "Touché."

   Lois leant back against one of the table and quirked a single brow, allowing her eyes to rake over his body in observation. For one of the very first times since he had been given the bite, Isaac wasn't decked in leather jacket. It might have been because Lois had shot an arrow through it, leaving a hole in its wake, but she decided that it was a good thing. He looked pretty different in the hooded shirt that he wore, matched with simple skinny jeans and a smile. It was different to how he had been dressing recently, but a good different. He looked a lot more normal, this way.

    "Finished checking me out?" He smirked, a snicker falling from his lips when she frowned. "I know that we're on a fake date, right now— but you can put those eyes away."

    "What eyes?"

    "The undressing eyes," Isaac shrugged, "Save it for later."

   Lois' mouth hung open at the accusation, growling under her throat as if she was the werewolf in this situation.

    "Undressing eyes?"

   Isaac nodded his head and put his arms in the air, mocking a surrender. Lois grit her teeth together, standing up straight and taking a step towards him, no longer leaning against the table.

"If I wanted to undress you, Lahey—" she hummed, "—believe me when I say, that I would have done it a long time ago..."

   With that, Lois smiled tightly and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him behind. He tried to resist a smile, running his tongue along his top teeth, and followed behind her, able to track her scent amongst the smell of sweaty teens and alcohol.

    "So, what I'm hearing is—" his voice appeared from over her shoulder, and Lois moved to face him again within the mass of dancing teenagers. "—you're in denial."

"Denial?"

"Denial."

   He nodded his head slowly, humming under his breath to the music. Isaac looped an arm around her waist and pulled her into him, moving his body to the beat of the song that he could hardly hear over the sound of her heartbeat. What had surprised him most was that Lois didn't tug away — instead allowing her body to interlock with his, their faces close but their hips even closer. Isaac nodded, again.

    "You think that I'm a god now that I've changed," the beta smiled in a way that showed he was teasing, "Admit it."

    "A god isn't the word I would use..." Lois trailed off, a hand to her chin as she pretended to think about it. He leant in closer and she let him, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. She soon nodded to herself, "A hound sounds better."

   Isaac feigned hurt, but the smile didn't leave his lips.

"Oof— nasty."

   It confused Lois, how they were in the situation that they were in, right now. She had been the one to get them there, she knew that much, but she couldn't believe how different it had all felt.

   In the short time that they had crossed paths, Isaac and Lois had failed to see eye-to-eye. They bickered and they spat, she had even shot him when he threatened to kill her, yet here they were. Acting as though they had put their differences aside in order to fool Matt, catch Jackson, and hopefully stop the Kanima from striking ever again. She had no doubt that by tomorrow, the pair would be at each others throats once again, but for now it felt okay. It didn't feel as wrong as she had expected it to. If anything, perhaps she had liked how they were interacting, even if she didn't know why. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking. She didn't silence it.

    "I shot you, the other day."

    "And I felt it," Isaac nodded, "What about it?"

    "I don't know," Lois shrugged her shoulders, "I guess I was proud of it. Reminds me how badass I am."

   He rolled his eyes at her comment, about to say something else, when his head perked up. Isaac looked to his left and Lois found herself following his gaze, finding the subject of his eye to be none other than Matt as he danced with Allison, peering over her shoulder to look at the pair. He quickly turned away.

   Isaac smirked, "His heart's beating fast — he's jealous."

    "I don't see how that's a good thing," the girl frowned, her dance slowing a little. "Doesn't that mean he's still interested? I kind of want him to get the message."

   The beta pursed his lips and nodded, blue eyes lighting up with an idea. Lois stared up at him cautiously, knowing that when boys got that look in their eyes, it never meant anything good — Stiles had been getting that look since they were kids, the same light that occurred anytime he came up with a terrible idea that he was most definitely going to drag Lois along with, and most likely get her in trouble for. That look didn't bring up good memories.

    "Why do you look like that?" She took a step away.

    "Like, what?"

    "Like you're about to do something that I'm not going to like," Lois told him with a frown, "In which case— don't do it."

   Isaac scoffed at how dramatic she was being, "You want him to get the message, right?" She nodded and he smirked in triumph even though he hadn't won yet, "What if I told you that I know what will get us one step closer to that outcome?"

    "How about ten?"

    "That can be arranged."

   Before Lois could react, Isaac had grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled her towards him, planting his lips upon her own for the second time that day.

   For a moment, Lois was angry. Hell— Lois was fully raging! Her cheeks radiated heat and her pulse quickened, and Isaac was sure that she would smack the living daylights out of him, then and there. She couldn't believe that he was kissing her again, after she had specifically told him not to, right to his face. Sure, she didn't really mean it, but her stubbornness spoke louder than words. He had been the enemy, only the other day. It was wrong to kiss him, right? Lois didn't like that she had liked kissing him.

   Remembering he hadn't asked her consent, again, Isaac pulled away. He looked guilty and remorseful under the blue lights. Isaac was more respectful than that. His mother had taught him about consent — being a werewolf was getting to his head, but that was no excuse not to ask for her permission!

    "Don't kill me—"

   Lois pulled him back in.

   The brunette couldn't think straight when he moved his hands from her shirt and up to her cheeks. He held her face as they kissed, gently pushing stray stands of hair away from her eyes and tucking them behind her ear. When he noticed that she was no longer angry, rather consenting, Isaac allowed one hand to move to her hip, rubbing circles with his thumb. The motion made her shuffle closer to him subconsciously and slowly wrap her arms around his waist, letting him kiss her harder, showing Matt that she wasn't interested and that it was time for him to back off.

   Though she was ashamed to say it, there was a brief second that Lois had lost herself within the kiss. Her heartbeat had slowed, and suddenly they weren't catching kanima's, or fighting with the hunters, anymore. During that kiss, Lois felt like a teenager.

   A teenager that went to parties and crazy underground raves, that hung out with her friends. For a second, Lois was a normal teenager that told certain boys she wasn't interested, that had fun.

   In that second, Lois was a teenager that kissed guys for the hell of it. And it was amazing.

   The second ended quickly.

A tap on her shoulder had pulled her away from Isaac, and thus away from that trance she had been stuck in. Lois glared up at the werewolf in front of her, ready to give him an earful for kissing her when she had told him not to — although she had consented, so it wasn't real anger, rather stubbornness that she always had — but his gaze was focused behind her. He didn't look happy.

   Raising a brow, Lois span around, taking a small step back when she was greeted by Matt. He pursed his lips, "Can we talk?"

   Although she didn't think that there was much to talk all about between them, Lois simply nodded. She needed to get away from Isaac for a moment, unable to decide whether she was going to rip his head off or feed him to the kanima, and Matts seemed like the best (and simultaneously the worst) option, at that moment. So, with one last pointed look at Isaac, she followed behind Matt as he lead her through the crowd to find somewhere to sit.

    "Where's Allison?" Lois asked after a small silence.

    "Bathroom." He responded shortly, "She'll be back, soon."

   Lois pursed her lips and hummed, her eyes looking out over the crowd, searching for any sign of Jackson. She had gotten too distracted in her time with Isaac, and it made her blood boil at the thought of it.

    "I know you rejected me, and that you're here with Isaac, but I can't get you out of my head, Lois." Matt sighed.

    "Look, Matt—"

    "You're not interested." He finished, jaw tight as he forced out a small laugh. "It's okay, I get it. I'm not going to stop you from having fun, even if it's not with me."

   She nodded slowly, a total of three times.

    "I just want you to know that if you ever change your mind, or even if you just need a friend when Lahey inevitably breaks your heart, I'll be here. You're cool, and I hope me being into you hasn't weirded you out too much," Matt sent her a smile, gently nudging her in the side with his elbow. She smiled back.

    "Thanks, Matt." Lois stood from her seat when she noticed Allison returning from the bathrooms, wiping off her jeans and taking a few steps back into the crowd. She sent him an awkward wave, "Uh— have a good night."

• • •

    "Giant lizard, on our left."

   Lois casually turned her head to the left, acting as though she was simply dancing, then turned it back to face Isaac.

    "He's not a giant lizard," she rolled her eyes at the description he had given Jackson before the boy had even changed, acting as though she hadn't even seen him.

    "Not yet." Isaac stressed, "He will be soon."

    "Just focus on stabbing him in the neck, and I think it'll all be fine." Lois patted his chest mockingly, looking down at the gun loaded with ketamine in his hand. She was glad that he had been given the job of drugging up Jackson and not her, seeing as she felt woozy when she son much as thought about it. Scott had already explained that it needed to enter a vein, and the girl had nearly fainted. "So...how exactly are we planning on getting close enough to him, to do it?"

"Don't worry about it."

   Swinging around and away from Isaac, Lois rose an eyebrow at the blonde stood behind her. Her arms were crossed and there was a smirk dancing along her lips. Her skirt was a little too short and her lipstick was heavy, but other than that, she looked just about ready to take down a lizard with her two hands.

    "I wasn't worrying, Erica, but thanks." Lois sent her a sarcastic smile, mimicking her stance and shrugging her shoulders.

   Erica rolled her eyes at the comment and grabbed Isaac's arm, pulling him towards her and peering up at him with a smirk. It was clear that they had a plan of theirs, in the works. What was it?

"Ready?"

   The boy didn't say anything in return, instead reciprocating the smug smile. Lois watched closely as the duo of betas made their way towards Jackson, cutting off his path and swooping in front of him, smiling seductively. It seemed that Jackson was happy to take a brief intermission, instead allowing Isaac and Erica to both fully circle him, pulling him close. She rolled her eyes and leant back against a wall. Of course that was how they were going to distract him. With their good lucks that now equated his good lucks. It seemed to be their first choice for a lot of things.

Lois tried to act nonchalant as she observed from the sidelines, slightly cringing at the way the trio rubbed up against each other. She was even more glad that she had managed to avoid being involved in this part of the plan — it wasn't really her style.

   She found herself focusing on Isaac as they danced. Lois wasn't really sure why her eyes were drawn to him, but they were. It was like two magnets. Something about the way he threw his head back and danced with Erica and Jackson made her gut twist, her head pound. Perhaps she was growing impatient with waiting for the plan to truly start; wanting him to stab Jackson in the neck and sedate him before he turned into a homocidal lizard. Or, maybe it was the way that the strobe lights danced along his cheek bones, making the thin sheet of sweat look more of a neon glow. He had looked carefree, considering the situation, and Lois wondered whether this was the first party he had ever been to.

   From what she had heard, his father didn't seem like the type of man to let his son go to parties.

   The idea that this might have been his first proper event of such, and he was having to deal with the kanima rather than having fun, weighed heavy on Lois' chest. She didn't know why.

   Time started to drag the longer that they danced, and she had started to ponder the idea  that they were never going to wrap this up and get him out of there. Lois was starting to think that she should have sucked up her anxiousness around needles and gone over with them, taking it onto her owns hands to knock out the lacrosse captain and drag him into the metal hut all by herself.

Waiting was getting ridiculous.

   Just as she was getting to her last tether, Lois noticed that the trio had stopped. She could have sworn that Erica had cried out in pain before she hit the ground, Isaac following soon after. Her eyes widened and before she could think twice, Lois shot into action and pushed herself through the crowd, encouraging her feet to move faster. Every few seconds she would jump up in hopes of seeing over the crowd, noticing that Jackson had continued in his previous tracks and was evidently focused on something that they couldn't see in the way that he did.

    "Oh my god—!" she breathed out, nearly tripping over Isaac's legs from where he laid on the ground, trying to pull himself up. Erica was in the same condition, only a few feet away. Lois went to help him but he shook his head, "Isaac!"

    "He's getting away—!" he grunted, eyes trained on Jackson's retreating figure. He tied to get up again, but groaned in pain.

   Something came over Lois.

It seemed to be happening a lot lately, whether it was good or bad, but it was an impulsiveness that seemed to be spreading. The brunette eyed the two betas on the floor and then the boy that had gotten away, then the gun filled with ketamine that glistened in the neon lights.

   A warmth brushed over her and before she knew it, Lois had lurched her body towards the syringe and swiped it up from the floor, holding tightly in her hands. She wasn't going to let him get away, this time; Lois was going to save Jackson Whittemore.

   The world around them had frozen as the Lane girl rushed after Jackson, her heart thumping in her throat. She pushed several people out of her way with determination in her veins.

   And just when she thought she had lost him, Lois saw the back of his head, and she ran.

   Stabbing Jackson in the next had been a bit of a blur, as had injecting the ketamine into his veins, and nearly collapsing on the floor as his falling body overpowered her small size. But a set of arms came up behind her and pushed Jackson's body foreword, managing to steady Lois and swoop around the pair in time to catch him. Lois blinked once, and then twice, until the adrenaline started to fade, her sight clearing from its foggy state.

   Isaac.

    "Nice job, Lane." He congratulated in a pant, holding up Jackson's body and making his way towards the exit. Isaac stopped for a moment and winked.

"Maybe you are kind of badass."

   Lois took a moment to a moment to compose herself before she rolled her eyes, brushing her hair out of face and wiping the sweat from her brow. She looked down at her other hand and took note of the gun, gaping down at it, she cool metal soothing her skin. The brunette shoved it under her shirt, careful not to catch herself with the needle, and hurried after him.

   They were probably going to need the rest of it.

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