twenty seven
chapter twenty seven
"a fucking asshole"
"YOU WANNA ASK DEREK FOR help? Why, why?"
Lynn rolled her bright blue eyes at the fact that her best friend is so absolutely dramatic, and she softly chuckled while trailing right behind the boys — Scott, and Stiles.
It only seemed like yesterday they had been wondering the halls of Beacon Hills high school, and most definitely didn't feel like they had a full four months of summer vacation. Lynn couldn't wait to be plagued with nonstop homework assignments, essays, and lacrosse practices — note the sarcasm?
For the first day of school, she had decided to curl her usually straight hair for more a flare. Lynn still had the same style, with black jeans that had holes ripped on her knee's, her infamous sneakers, a black crop top that flaunted her sun kissed tan, and then to finish it off, she had a red striped flannel tied around her waist.
"He's got the triskele tattooed on his back," Scott spoke up, and Lynn bumped her head upwards instead of staring at her feet "So, there has to be a way to do it without healing, right?"
"I'm offended you didn't even tell me you were getting a tattoo," Lynn placed a childish hand on her chest with a fake gasp. "Maybe I would've saved you four and a half hours of pain only for it to disappear within a minute."
"She's right," Stiles bobbed his head up and down as he pointed his thumb in the girls direction, and she flashed Scott a sarcastic smile. "But, uh, doesn't Derek have his hands a little full at the moment?"
Lynn's lighthearted attitude seemed to fade as Stiles pointed out the two missing person files that had been stuck up on one of the many posterboards hanging around the school. It was Erica and Boyd, and her face softened up at the two images of the teens.
The three onlooking teenagers were then interrupted when they heard a loud voice echo from the room right next to the many flyers, and they curiously itched closer to see who it was.
"Look, these are the applications for the career advisor, I need them sorted," a man explained, and Lynn remember talking to him with her mother when Matt was killed and was forced to speak to the school therapist — it was the old principal, the one before Gerald magically took over the school. "And whatever happened to the library while I was gone, I want it cleared up. And what the hell is this?"
Lynn snorted in an attempt at covering her laughter as the man picked up a long, silver sword that was hidden under the desk. Immediately, Stiles placed two hands on Lynn's shoulder to shove her forward so they were no longer easedropping in the doorway where anyone could catch them.
"Should we tell him someone was murdered with that or.?" Lynn nibbled on her bottom lip as the amusement made her chest rumble with laughter. Stiles seemed to find the comment funny, letting out a little chuckle himself, but Scott only shook his head at her.
But then she spotted Allison and Lydia across the hallway standing beside the brunettes locker, so Lynn waved goodbye to the boys and headed over to them.
"So, what are we talking about over here, hm?" Lynn hummed as she pressed her back against the set of lockers, right beside Lydia. Allison continued scrambling through her locker, probably because she was a neat-freak and lover having her locker organized.
"Freshmen," Lydia stated, and Lynn perked an eyebrow up towards Allison at the way the strawberry blonde was eyeing the many boys walking through the doors. "Tons and tons of fresh men."
"You mean fresh boys," Allison corrected with a little bit of distaste written on her face. "Lydia, they're fourteen."
"Eh, some are more mature than others," Lydia waved off, and Lynn chuckled at the braveness of the girl.
"You know, it's okay to be single," Allison said to shift towards a different discussion, and this was when Lydia and Lynn sent each other, the look. "Focus on yourself for a little while, work on becoming a better person."
"Allison, we love you," Lydia spoke up first, and then she gazed her eyes over towards Lynn, who seemingly knew that it was now her turn to speak.
"So, if you need to do that thing where we talk about us and pretend like we're not actually talking about you, it's totally fine," Lynn finished, moving her fist over towards Lydia, who rolled her green eyes before completing the fist bump with the werewolf.
"But I don't want a boyfriend," Lydia continued, and Lynn dropped her gaze back down to the books she was carrying in her hands. "I want a distraction."
"You and me both," Lynn exasperated, groaning loudly while she backed her head against the lockers. But then the two girls standing on each side of her went silent, and she curiously moved her head up. "What are you — holy shit."
Lynn seemed to immediately notice what exactly they were staring at, and she slightly scoffed as her eyes trailed two boys with matching motorcycle jackets and shining black motorcycle helmets.
"Brothers?" Allison questioned, and Lynn couldn't help but let a little flirty smile cross her face.
"Twins."
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"I'm sorry, Mrs. McCall, you're talking way too fast."
Lynn pressed her phone even closer to her ear in hopes of that helping out, but it didn't really seem to make a difference. She adjusted the books she had now forced under one elbow due to the fact she was carrying her phone in the other hand, and she grunted a bit under her breath as she realized she was already late for her first class of the day.
"It's Isaac, Evelynn, he and this woman are at the hospital and I've tried dialing Scott but he isn't picking up..." Melissa trailed, her voice was racked with nervousness and Lynn swore she could even smell it through the phone. "And Isaac suggested that I call you—"
"—Melissa, I'll be right there," Lynn interrupted, a shaky breath escaping her lungs as then the line was cut off.
As much as Lynn knew the first day of school was as important as they come — she didn't care in the slightest as she darted off down the hallway towards her bike.
It only took five minutes, if even that since Lynn was going at least ten over the speed limit, to get to the hospital. She swiftly parked her bike and shed her helmet, probably having the worst bed-hair due to the fact her hair was curled today, but there wasn't the lightest concern.
She ran through the doors with both palms on the glass, and then quickly searched the first floor of the hospital — her eyes landing on the bouncing curls of Melissa McCall almost immediately.
"Evelynn!" The woman sighed with relief instead of anxiously picking at the skin under her nails, and she wrapped a single hand around Lynn's wrist as she pulled her down a sideway hallway. "Scott should be here soon, but since you're already here...He'll be in room 215 if he isn't already in surgery."
"Got it," Lynn confirmed, bobbing her head up and down as she gave Melissa a reassuring squeeze of the hand. "Just tell Scott to meet me up there."
It was now Melissa's turn to nod her head, and Lynn took that as her opportunity to head down to the elevator so she could head to the second floor before Isaac would be wheeled to have surgery.
Impatiently, Lynn pressed her index finger into the number 2 spot in the elevator — tapping her shoe because the doors were shutting like they were as slow as molasses. And just as the silver doors were nearly closed, a cane was stuck in between them, forcing them back open to reveal an older man with dark sunglasses covering his eyes, and Lynn immediately recognized the cane as the helpful device for blind people.
She instinctively moved to the side so the man wouldn't have issues entering, and even though he clearly could not see her, Lynn still flashed him a polite smile.
And she was mentally scolding herself for being so dumb in the first place until he spoke up, "Would you hit the button for the second floor, please?"
Lynn switched from unknowingly staring at the man down towards the already lit up number 2, and she awkwardly cleared her throat.
"Looks like we're heading to the same place," she nervously laughed, watching the doors as they finally came to a close, and she glanced down to her shoes as she sucked in a deep breath.
Melissa hadn't explained what had happened with Isaac, mostly because Lynn knew that this was a time-sensitive thing and the questions would have to come later, instead of now.
It only took a minute for the elevator to raise the two people up to the next level, and the second the doors split open Lynn stepped a feet out onto the floor — only to be interrupted by a hand tugging on her shoulder.
"You wouldn't mind helping me out for a second, would you?" The man asked, and Lynn popped her jaw off to the side while glancing down the hallway, and when she didn't spot Isaac, she breathed out a heavy breath.
"Uh, sure," Lynn replied, allowing the man to continue holding his hand on her shoulder as the two exited the elevator. It was silent for a moment as they walked quite very slowly down the hallway, and Lynn was wondering how the hell this man even knew where he was going.
"Your father must've raised you well for helping out someone like me," the man spoke, and once again, Lynn wavered a polite smile in his direction even though he wouldn't see.
"Mother," Lynn corrected, glancing into each room as they were passing the small windows.
"Hm?"
"My dad split when I was a few months old," Lynn explained as she checked yet another empty room, and then she furrowed her eyebrows as she realized she was so easily conversing private matters with this man. "Um, so what room are you looking for? I could just help you—"
"—Right here, actually," the man stated as he pulled to a stop, and Lynn confusingly narrowed her eyebrows at the fact there wasn't any actual rooms where they were standing, only doctors quarters. "Well, thank your mother for raising a kind daughter like you."
"Yeah, no problem," Lynn replied, still feeling a bit put off from how weird the man seemed to be, but she shook off the feeling as her eyes floated down the hallway.
There was a tall and muscular man in a nurses uniform pushing a wheelchair where she swore she recognized the light brown curls of Isaac. And as the man entered the elevator, the one that would've been directly opposite of the floor than the one Lynn first arrived in, he spun the wheelchair around — revealing an unconscious Isaac.
Lynn growled under her breath as the man seemed to notice her, and within a second, his eyes glowed a bright red. The brunette girl darted forward as she saw the silver doors starting to close, and now she was mentally thanking that they were so slow due to the fact she just barely managed to squeeze her way through them.
But as she threw herself into the elevator and had to recover from hitting the ground with a mighty slam — the man didn't have to. He grabbed a fistful of Lynn's t-shirt, easily picking her small body up from the ground and aimlessly throwing her into the right elevator wall.
She groaned as the contact made pain echo throughout all her bones, and this was were she was scolding herself for taking the summer break off from working out consistently.
Lynn pushed herself off the ground with the force of her palms, her teeth extended towards the man as he cowered over her. She glared in his direction, and just as she readied to jump at him, he wrapped his thick fingers around her neck — effortlessly raising her body from the floor where her feet were just dangling.
She pounded on his arms in hopes of him lightening his grip, but it didn't seem to make a difference in the slightest, and she muttered out some words of annoyance as the man started to grin with victory.
"Don't you realize what you're dealing with?" The man taunted, and Lynn's upper lip curled as the anger was now pulsing throughout her veins.
"Yeah, a fucking asshole," Lynn countered with a hoarse voice, but the man didn't seem to find her comment funny as his grasp on her throat only tightened.
"I'm an Alpha!" The man bellowed into her face, a few speckles of spit landing on Lynn's cheek during the process.
Suddenly, the bell of the elevator reaching the next floor sounded throughout the small area, and as the doors peeled open — someone dug their claws into the lower part of the man's back.
The grip was loosened almost immediately and Lynn fell to the floor in a jumble of limbs, her hand darting to her neck as she took a couple of seconds to suck in all the air she had seemed to lose.
"So am I."
Lynn didn't even have to wait a second to recognize the strong voice, and she breathed out heavy pants as she glanced up from the tiled floor towards the person who saved her.
Derek freakin' Hale.
a/n: why do i want to write up until season 3 part 2 where we have the nogitsune and have lynn possessed by it-bye
lynn would make SUCH a good villain.
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