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THE GOOD, THE BAD, THE UGLY.
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    "They're leaving tonight, during the game."

   Lois peered up from where she was carefully putting the puppy back into its crate, able to hear small parts of Scott and Isaac's conversation. She frowned to herself, unsure of why Boyd and Erica would be leaving — sure, the threat of the kanima and the hunters was getting worse, but they had already chosen this life.

   It wasn't as though Scott, Lois, Luna and Stiles could just run away. They couldn't simply go into hiding. That wasn't how this life worked. Derek's pack had chosen to receive the bite, to enter this life while the other teens had tried to stop them, but they hadn't listen. And now they wanted to leave? When the others had no choice about whether they got to run, or not? If they didn't stick around and try to sort out this supernatural mess, then no one would. People wouldn't be safe, and that would be on them.

   It wasn't a choice, to them. They had to stay. The danger was too imminent, and Lois would never forgive herself.

   Scott rose a brow, "So, why are you telling me?"

   The girl continued to move from cage to cage, greeting each animal and seeing how they were doing. She may not have any experience in being a vet, but Lois' summer at medical camp had given her a bit of knowledge to go off of.

Although her 'job interview' had been another lie to her father so that he wouldn't find out about the supernatural — which had proved to be a total waste of time, now — Lois had contemplated asking Deaton for a job, or at least getting a job somewhere else for over the summer. She needed the cash and a normal job in a normal store would be a good balance amongst her very abnormal life. That was what normal teenagers were supposed to do: get normal jobs over summer to make some money, and then spend it hanging out with their normal teenage friends, buying themselves normal teenage things. Lois knew that her life would never be normal, not after all of this, but maybe a job would make her feel a little normal. It could have been a good distraction.

"I'm not telling you, I'm asking you." Isaac replied, leaning against the metal table as he spoke. He glanced over at Lois and sighed, "Both of you. I'm asking for your advice."

This caught Lois' attention.

"You want advice?" She echoed, moving away from the kennels and crossing her arms, "From us?"

Isaac nodded his head, he stared at her for a moment before pulling his eyes away. He didn't want to seem creepy, but there was something about her that he couldn't stop looking at. Maybe it was how beautiful she looked in the light that shone through the window of the clinic, or perhaps the way that his opinion on her had changed so many times, in a matter of weeks.

He felt guilty for jumping to conclusions, about Lois.

That she was an ignorant bitch, exactly like Lydia, and that just because she was terrified of water had meant that she was the one controlling the kanima. Isaac had never stopped to think about why she was scared of water, that other people who seemed to be doing so well had gone through horrible experiences, like he had. He wasn't sure that he would ever learn as to why Lois was so terrified of water, but had learnt that even the kids in school that seemed to have the best life and the best friends, sometimes didn't have the best past. Isaac should have known that, already.

But he had gotten ahead of himself. With these new powers and new lifestyle, Isaac Lahey had been ready to tear people to pieces if they even tried to get in his way. Lois Lane had gotten in his way, several times, and it had irritated him.

When he was trying to test Lydia, when he was trying to find Lydia, and then when he was trying to kill her. Each time, Lois had gotten in his way. She had even shot him in the shoulder, just so he would stay away from her friends. After saving her, that night in the school, she had shot him.

If that hadn't angered him, then Isaac didn't know what had.

That was why he had been so eager to go on the fake date with her, to see if he could out of her for controlling the kanima. It had been the perfect opportunity to get back at Lois.

But when he had seen her at the rave, seen how much she had wanted Matt to stop creeping on her and leave her alone, it had changed. When Isaac had started to talk to her, really talk to her, he had realised that Lois wasn't so bad. That she wasn't actually the bitch that he had thought she had turned into, since history class in freshman year. Lois was just a girl, a girl that he didn't think had a bad enough bone in her body to go around and make Jackson kill a bunch of innocent people that she didn't even know.

And now, as Isaac stood in the animal clinic asking for advice, he looked at Lois and thought that she was really beautiful.

"Why?" Scott asked, interrupting his thoughts.

Isaac shrugged, "Because I trust you."

"Why?" Lois repeated Scott's earlier question, her dark eyes narrowed upon the beta, "A week ago you thought that I was controlling the kanima, so how could you possibly trust us, now? What changed?"

He pursed his lips, she had a good point.

"Because you guys always seem to want to do the right thing. And right now, I want to do the right thing." The boy eventually responded, looking between them, hopefully.

"We usually have no idea what we're doing." Scott spoke, then frowned to himself as he re-evaluated his words. He chuckled lightly and shook his head, trying to find even the smallest bit of humour in such a dark life. He shrugged, "Actually, I always have no idea what I'm doing."

"I'm usually the one who knows what I'm doing," Lois made a light jab, "But I guess it isn't so simple, anymore."

Isaac hummed to himself and looked down, puckering his lips in thought, then looked back up at the pair. It was clear that he didn't know what to do. He was torn, unsure if whether leaving with Boyd and Erica was what was best for him, or whether it would only lead to more problems. He knew that Derek wouldn't like it, but Derek was his alpha.

Isaac needed an opinion that he could trust: one that wouldn't tell him to stick around if there was no reason for him to, but also one that would tell him if it was okay for him to go. He knew that Scott couldn't given him all the answers, but it was a start.

"Do you guys want to let me know what you're doing, right now?" He rose a brow curiously.

"I'm not going anywhere, if that's what you mean." Scott told him. He thought about his mother and his friends, and how they would feel if he left, "I have too many people who need me."

"Well, I guess that makes me lucky 'cause uh—" Isaac paused, his face solemn.

"Because I don't have anyone, so..."

He stood up from where he had been half-seated on the table, shrugging his shoulders and making his way to the door. Lois watched after him with her lips pursed, feeling bad for the boy that had what it took to drive her insane. Isaac was irritating, and he was overly-cocky now that he was a werewolf, but he was also right. Now that his father had died, he didn't have anyone. No mother, no brother, no father. All he had was his pack, and even they were leaving. His choice was to go with them, or have no one at all. Lois couldn't help but feel bad for him.

Scott seemed to feel the same as he watched the boy go, calling out to stop him before he could leave, "Are you going to go with them?"

"Yeah," Isaac turned back to look at the pair and nodded his head slowly. It was the best option he had, especially with the upcoming dangers in Beacon Hills and the lack of people that needed him to struck around, "Yeah, I think I will. Uh— good luck with the game, though."

"Well, thanks— but I'm not going, either."

"You're not?"

"No," The omega sighed as he spoke, looking down and playing with a piece of medical equipment on the side, "Can't even think about playing some meaningless game, right now."

Isaac frowned, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at Scott and judged his decision. He bit his lip, wondering if he should keep it to himself, but changed his mind. Isaac had the opportunity to let Scott know what was happening, to give him a chance to stop something from going horribly wrong, and he was going to take it. Maybe it would be his only good deed before he left Beacon Hills, a chance to redeem himself.

"You weren't at practice last week, were you?"

"No, I skipped it." Scott hesitated, "Why?"

  "Then, you didn't hear?"

"Hear what?" Lois asked, staring up at the boy skeptically as she finally walked over to stand at their side.

"Jackson was there." The beta responded, throwing his hands into his pockets and shuffling on his feet. He waited for them to understand what he was implying.

"What do you mean there?" Scott repeated his words, cogs turning in his mind as he pieces it all together. "Like, he was—"

"As if nothing had happened." Isaac finished.

"Really?" The wolf of his own pack let out a breath, his eyes wide as his mind wondered, a million possibilities of what would happened if he didn't play the championship game tonight, if he didn't even show. "That means— the game, tonight?"

"You have got to be kidding me." Lois' eyes dropped when Isaac nodded his head, unimpressed at the idea of Jackson being on the field when Gerard had threatened Scott the night before.

"Yeah," Isaac informed, "He's playing."

• • •

   Lois was trying to find a jumper to wear to the game, when she heard a knock on her bedroom door.

   The girl span around with furrowed brows, wondering who would possibly knock before entering when the door was wide open, but assumed it was Stiles telling her to hurry up so that they could get to the lacrosse-championship on time. But he had never knocked before entering her room a day in his life, so it didn't really make sense why he would have started being polite now.

    "Stiles, I'm just trying to find a jumper, wait a minute—" she waved him off as she continued to look around the floor, lifting her head to see why he hadn't answered. But when she looked, it wasn't Stiles at all. Lois out a breath, "Dad?"

   The man smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, Lo— are you in a rush?"

    "Kind of, I guess— yeah," Lois struggled to find coherent words, then shrugged her shoulders when his face fell. "Well— the game starts soon but, I mean, Stiles can wait."

Her father slowly stepped inside the messy room. Usually he would tell her to tidy it, otherwise she couldn't go to the game at all, but this time he didn't. Matthew understood why Lois' room was a mess; it reflected her state of mind. She has always been good at keeping her bedroom relatively clean, especially since she had hardly spent any time in it over the last few months, but over the course of spring break, it had been a state. Books were strewn across her desk and items clothing of were in piles on her floor, some hanging on the back of her door, and her bed was unmade with the covers falling off of the mattress.

He pursed his lips and stepped over a hoodie, bending down to pick it up and raising an eyebrow, "Looking for this?"

Lois smiled bashfully and took it from his hands, pulling it over her head and adjusting the hood. It was one of Stiles' that he had left at her house a few years back, one that he had grown out of by the time he had tried to reclaim it, and just given it to Lois — she was small enough to fit it in, so it made sense. If he couldn't wear it, he had no use for it anymore.

    "Thanks," she muttered.

    "Is anyone good on the field, tonight?" Matthew asked in attempt to soothe the awkward atmosphere as she carried on looking for something or another, that she seemed convinced would be on her desk, "Scott and Stiles?"

    "Has Stiles ever played?"

   Her father shook his head.

   Lois smiled tightly and sent him a look, "Exactly."

    "What about Scott?" He encouraged, happy that his daughter hadn't given up on the conversation, just yet. She'd been quieter around him, lately.

    "Yeah, he's playing." Lois nodded, "He is co-captain."

    "And that Lahey, kid?" Matthew rose an eyebrow. She froze for a moment, "I heard that he's pretty good."

    "I wouldn't know," she eventually came to her sense and just shrugged, snapping out of her daze, "I barely know him. And he's totally been missing, lately, which means I have even less of an idea as to whether he's going to be there, not. We aren't together, if that's what you're asking."

    "Lois—"

    "I'm not seeing, anyone." She cut him off, "I know I lied to you about that party and you told me no boys, but believe me, I plan on staying clear of them for a long time. I promise you, Matt was enough to put me off for life."

    "That's not what I'm saying—" he tried again.

   Lois interrupted again, "I'm not with Isaac. He just helped me out, I guess. It would never work, anyway."

Seeing as his daughter seemed to be on a tangent about boys and life in general, Matthew decided to see if he could find out what was bothering her, other than the stalking, nearly dying, and the supernatural issues. It had occurred to him that a lot had been going on his daughter life, things that he didn't know about. He wanted to start with Isaac Lahey, who had evidently been a root of her issues with Matt if his words were any good to go by, and she seemed to get a bit riled up at the mention of the teenage fugitive.

"What you do mean?" Her father asked, curious to hear about how she felt. It was important for him to know because he loved her, and he wanted her to be okay.

"Other than the fact that he's a runaway, fugitive?"

Matthew chuckled, "He can't be that bad."

"A couple of months ago, he was a suspect in his own father's murder case..." she trailed off to prove her point, even though he had been proven innocent, finally turning around and looking at her father. Lois rose a brow, suspicious as to why he had wanted to know, "Shouldn't you be telling me to stay away from him? Don't father's usually want these types of guys to steer clear of their only teenage daughters?"

"I'm not telling you to marry the kid, Lo." He shrugged with a laugh. Matthew waved a hand to beckon her over, taking a seat on the edge of her bed with her next to him. "You're right, I'm your father and I want you to be safe, but I think we both know that I can't really do that anymore."

She nodded her head, knowing that he had a point.

With the life that she had been living, without him even knowing about it, it wasn't a matter of her father keeping her safe now. He couldn't control that. Now, it was a matter of hoping that — whatever his daughter was thrust into — she came back alive. This was dangerous, the night at the station showed that pretty well, and he was worried. Really worried. Who wouldn't be?

    "You're not a child— hell, sometimes I think that you act older than I do," Matthew rolled his eyes when she nodded, "But you are still my daughter, and I love you. And, I'm proud of you. Okay? I want you to know that,"

"Thanks, dad." Lois smiled softly, voice above a whisper.

"Your mother would be proud of you, too."

Her eyes widened a little bit and her heart blossomed inside of her chest. She nodded, voice even quieter, "I know."

"And if you do want to see this Lahey, kid—" her father started, laughing when she fell back onto the back with a groan, "—I need to meet him, first."

"Dad, nothings going to happen!" She scoffed. "He's literally one of the most infuriating people I've ever met— and that's saying a lot, cause I've managed to put up with Stiles my whole life."

Matthew Lane shook his head, "Stiles is just...unique."

"Ah— thanks, Uncle Matt!"

Both of them jumped, turning to face her window with their hands over their hearts, rolling their eyes in identical fashion when they saw Stiles Stilinski stumbling through her bedroom window. He gave a smile and an awkward wave, trying to land gracefully on his feet but almost landing on his face. Lois snorted and he shot her a glare, pulling himself up and brushing off his lacrosse jersey as he ventured further into the room.

"Will there ever be a day that you don't climb through my daughter's window?"

Although, Matthew hadn't really expected anything less.

Stiles let out a fake laugh. He sent the man a salute alongside a sarcastic smile, the other hand placed upon his hip, "I wouldn't count on it."

"Didn't think so." Lois' father nodded to himself and pursed his lips.

He started to walk towards the door, stopping just as he was about to disappear, his head around the doorframe. Matthew sent them a smile and tapped the wooden frame with his hand "Have a good night, guys. Good luck, Stiles— get her home by ten."

Stiles nodded and shot him a thumbs up, then telling Lois that he would meet her in the car and for her to hurry the hell up.

She waved him off as he clambered back out of the window, letting out a scream as he — presumably — fell to the ground.

Both Lanes glanced at each other, then at the window, and then back to each other.

They shrugged.

Matthew sent his daughter a final smile and turned on his heel, barely down the hall before she called had him back into the room. She didn't want him to leave.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, Little Lo?" He popped his head around the doorframe with a confused face. Her father expected her to ask him for some money, which she never did but he'd be happy to give her. But the nickname made her heart swell.

"Uh— did you want to watch the game?" She shuffled on her feet awkwardly, unsure of what his answer would be. Matthew was usually too busy to go to games, always wanting to see Scott and Stiles play (or sit in the bench) but never really being free of his workload to spare time. But seeing as they had just had a little heart to heart, and she wanted spend some more time with him, Lois thought that it might have been nice. "With me?"

Even though there was a stack of paperwork to be filled out and clients to defend in the court of law, he nodded his head, looking touched that she had asked. "I'd like that. Let me just grab my jacket and my keys, okay?"

Lois smiled as he left, pulling out her phone to text Stiles.

If something bad happened tonight, at least something good was going to come out of it, too.

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