𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄
𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒
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Lyla sighed and leaned back against her chair as she looked over at Derek, who sat across from her. "How's Isaac?" His tone was playful, the man raising an eyebrow at the girl. He had teased her about her and Isaacs friendship on multiple occasions, obviously waiting for the day they finally got together. Lyla rolled her eyes, successfully hiding her smile, "Shut up."

The three sat in silence for a few minutes, just listening into the room at the sounds of the MRI and Stiles' fast-beating heartbeat.

"Hey, you know the stuff you were telling me about chemo signals earlier?" Derek nodded, "It reminded me of the time you were teaching me to use anger to control the turn."

"I think you ended up teaching me more about that." Derek held a small smile as he looked at Scott through his lashes. Scott smirked at him, "Are you teaching me again?"

"Think of it more like, sharing a few trade secrets. You know I took Cora back to South America, right?" Lyla raised an eyebrow, "It's where she spent most of her time after the fire. But that's...not the only reason I left. I needed to talk to my mother." Lyla's mouth fell agape in confusion, Scott raising an eyebrow at him, "Your dead mother?"

"She told me something that changed my perspective on a lot of things. She said my family didn't just live in Beacon Hills. They protected it. This town needs someone to protect it. Someone like you." Lyla looked over at Scott with a small smile, rubbing the pads of her thumbs together as he nodded "And someone like you to teach me a few trade secrets."

Scott paused, face falling before he stood to his feet. "What?" Lyla stood, looking up at the Alpha curiously, "He was trying to protect us. Stiles was protecting us." Derek leaned forward, "From himself."

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Lyla stumbled through the roof door behind Derek, watching as Scott frantically searched the rooftop. "What are we even looking for?" She questioned, looking around the roof with curious eyes.

"I'm not sure." Scott turned a corner, "But I think Stiles wasn't just up here struggling with himself, I think, he was struggling not to do something." She followed after the Alpha, watching closely as he stood on top of a metal covering to look atop a caged in power box.

She glanced at Derek from the corner of her eye when Scott threw his arm on top, the Alpha looking down at the two before tossing a duffel bag to the floor. Lyla jumped back to avoid it hitting her, staring down in confusion as items tumbled out of it. She bent down, grabbing a pair of wire cutters from the bag. "Why would he need these?" She curiously loked up at Scott, who averted his gaze from her to the half-sliced cable above the power box.

"Oh."

She glanced around the rooftop as she stood up, lights flickering around them for a split second before the power box began sparking. Lyla gasped as she was thrown backwards, landing directly against Derek's chest. The man held her up, stopping her from falling as they watched in shock at the exploding power box.

"Oh, God." She gasped, watching as the cut powerline fully split and went flying around the rooftop, before throwing itself over and down to the ground. "Shit!" Lyla gasped, pushing through Derek and Scott and running down the stairs with the other two in tow.

She hurriedly made her way through the waiting room, heeled boots clacking loudly against the tiles as she emerged through the front door. Her eyes went wide at the sight of Kira, "Kira!"

The girl looked back at her, eyes flicking from her to Scott. When she looked back at the road, Lyla gasped as Kira jumped up on a car, doing a front flip off of it into the electrified water. Lyla swallowed thickly, looking around the parking lot, from the broken fire hydrant and the crashed ambulance to a woman lying face down unconscious in the water.

Lylas throat tightened when her eyes landed on Isaac in the water, lying unresponsive, "Isaac!" She moved forward, her arm being yanked back by Derek, who motioned to the electrified water approaching them. Tears began to form as her eyes moved back and forth between Kira and Isaac, the former girl catching the powerline with her bare hands. She took a step back with wide eyes, watching as she covered the sparking end with her hand, eyes glowing a bright orangey red. "What the hell." She whispered under her breath, face falling as she dropped the now dead powerline, Kira's eyes going back to normal.

Lyla looked back at Isaac, eyes catching Allison, who was pushing herself up from the ground with wide eyes. She yanked Derek's hand off her wrist and rushed forwards through the puddle, dropping to her knees next to Isaac. "Isaac?" Her voice cracked, shaky fingers grabbing his head in an attempt to wake him. Her throat went dry when she couldn't feel his shallow breaths. Derek dropped next to her with wide eyes, and she looked up at him, "He's not breathing." She sobbed, looking past him at Scott, "Scott! He's not breathing!"

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"Isaac?" She bit her lip, legs pumping quickly while she gripped the side of the bed, the doctors and nurses rushing him through the halls. He was unresponsive, and not breathing, and Lyla couldn't feel her fingertips with how tightly she was gripping the rail. "Miss." She looked up at a male nurse, "You can't follow, I'm sorry. You can call his family." Lyla shook her head as the nurse pulled her from the bed, Lyla struggling against him, "No, no, he doesn't have any. Please! Please, I'm his girlfriend, I'm all he has."

"I'm sorry." The nurse smiled sympathetically at the girl, placing a hand on her shoulder to ensure the girl doesn't follow him into the ICU room.

"Sweetie, c'mon." Lyla looked back at Melissa with teary eyes, "Why won't they let me see him?" She sobbed, stomach twisting in a knot as Melissa guided her to a hallway, where Allison stood with her fingernail in-between her teeth. "Lyla." She breathed, reaching out and pulling her friend into her chest.

Lyla gasped awake at the feeling of a hand on her shoulder, looking up at Melissa. She sighed, stretching her neck and looking over at Allison, who was lifting her head from Lyla's shoulder to look up at Scott with tired eyes. "Have you two been here all night?"

Lyla nodded, inhaling deeply, "Yeah. I can't see him until they decide to remove him from intensive care.  And they won't let us in because we're not family. " Scott frowned, "I tried telling them he doesn't have any, but..."

"Well, he's got us." Melissa was firm in her voice, before lifting her keycard, "And I've got a keycard." Lyla smiled up at the woman, both girls standing to their feet and following her to Isaac's room.

Lyla bit her lip, looking around the hallways carefully as Melissa quickly unlocked the door, "Be quick." She looked back at the three, Lyla placing a hand on her arm and sending her a smile as she pushed past Scott into the dimly illuminated room. She rushed over to the boys side, face falling as she stared at his wounds. Why weren't they healing? Her eyes began to flood as Scott and Allison appeared on the other side of the bed, "Scott, he's not healing. He should be healing by now. Why the hell isn't he healing?"

The Alpha shook his head in confusion, "I-I don't know." She bit her lip, her canine tooth digging into the flesh so roughly she felt the skin open, flooding her tongue for a moment with the taste of blood before the skin healed back up. She reached out and grasped his hand, looking up at the boys battered face with a gasp. "Is he in pain?" Allison muttered, Scott reaching out to touch the boys arm. "Yeah."

Lyla looked up through her now wet lashes, watching as Scott's veins grew black, wincing in pain as he took some of it away from Isaac. Isaac drew in a relieved breath as Scott inhaled sharply, and Allison placed her hand over her mouth as she watched Isaac breath in heavily.  A small sob escaped Lylas throat, reaching up to brush a curl from the boys head.

"It won't heal him, but..." Scott rubbed his wrist, "It helps with the pain."

Allisons lips smacked as she moved her hand, "Did Stiles really do this?" Scott sighed, looking away from Lyla to Allison, "Whatever's controlling him did it. Whatever's inside him." Lyla frowned, looking up at Scott, not releasing Isaacs hand. "Well, then how do we get whatever's inside him the hell out of him?"

"I'm working on it."

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"They won't let me see him, but I'm gonna stay until they do." She mumbled into her phone, leaning her elbow against the armrest of the chair, pressing her forehead into her palm. "Well, okay. Okay, just, keep me updated, Del, please. If you need anything, at all, call me. I can bring you food, or something."

Lyla smiled up at Allison, who held out a paper cup filled with presumably coffee, "Honestly? A change of clothes, my toiletry bag and my perfume would be nice."

Jo chuckled, "I'll be there soon. I love you."

"Thank you. I love you too." She ended the call, standing to her feet and accepting the cup from Allison, "Thanks, Ali." The two girls tiredly sipped from their coffee cups, Lyla wiping her lip as she looked over at the girl, "You should go home, get some sleep, change, take a shower. I doubt they're gonna let us in anytime soon, and I don't think the hospital staff wants us both smelling."

Allison smiled and shook her head, running her fingertip over the plastic lid, "No, it's okay. I-I wanna be here for him-f-for you-for both of you." Lyla's eyebrows raised, watching as Allison stuttered. "Allison, seriously, I'm fine. Go home, go to school. I've got Melissa and if anything happens I'll call everyone." Allison frowned at her friend tapping her painted fingernails against her paper cup and shaking her head, "God, the last thing I'm worried about is school-"

"Allison, Isaac will be fine, I'm here for him if anything happens." Allisons face fell, looking down at her cup and nodding, "Well, I know. I-I'm just worried about him."

Lyla's face scrunched up, "Yeah, everyone is worried about him. But Stiles is still missing, and everyone is out there looking for him-" She paused, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration and tossing her phone onto her chair. She didn't want to make any more excuses for her to leave. "Allison, I know."

The girl raised a confused eyebrow at Lyla, who sighed and bit her bottom lip. If she didn't do this now, she never would. And it'd be a bigger issue further down the line.

"Last week. I overheard your conversation with Lydia, about your dream of Isaac." Allison's jaw dropped in shock, tears forming in her eyes as she shook her head vigorously, "Lyla, I swear nothing has happen-"

Lyla held a shaky hand up, "I don't think you'd ever do something with him while he's with me, and I know for a fact Isaac would never do that either. And I know how you feel about him, and that's okay!" Lyla nodded, placing a soft hand on Allison's arm, "But just know, no matter how much time you spend around him, no matter how much you worry about him, he's still my boyfriend. Let me take care of him, he will be fine." Lyla smiled, moving Allison's hair over her shoulder. "Lyla, I love you, really. I would never do anything to hurt you." Lyla smiled sympathetically with a nod. "I know. All is good. Go sleep in a real bed knowing that I'm fully jealous of you and your comfy pajamas." Allison bit her lip with a nod, spinning on her heel and quickly speeding down the hallway.

Lyla couldn't believe she just did that. She did it as nicely as possible and it needed to be addressed but, jeez the look on Allison's face broke her heart.

Throwing herself down in her seat, she took a sip of her coffee and leaned her head back.

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Lylas head shot up in confusion, moving the hood of her fresh hoodie Jo brought from her head, pulling her vibrating phone from her pocket and blinking the sleep from her eyes to see the caller ID.

"Hey, Scott." She yawned, stretching her back out and smiling at a passing nurse. "He's here."

Lyla raised an eyebrow, "Who's wher-" Then it hit her, Stiles. "You found him?" She sat up in the chair, eyes wide. "He's here at the school."

Lyla swallowed thickly, looking up at the closed ICU door in front of her. And now she had a moral dilemma; does she stay here and wait for Isaac to wake up, or does she go to a mentally struggling Stiles with a possible evil Japanese fox inside him?

Melissa would call if Isaac woke up or anything happened.

"I'll be there soon."

She ended the call and flung herself from the chair, rushing down the hall and into the elevator. She nervously tapped her foot as the elevator dinged for the bottom floor, not letting the doors slide open all the way before she was rushing towards the front desk, where Melissa sat staring at a pile of papers.

"Hey, Melissa." She mumbled, skidding to a stop in front of her, "Hey hun." She looked up with soft eyes, before her brows narrowed, "Is everything okay?"

She swallowed, nodding quickly, "I-I gotta go. Please call me if anything happens with Isaac." The woman nodded, "Of course, sweetie. I'll call you right away." She smiled weakly at the older woman, "Thank you."

With that, she rushed from the hospital.

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Heavy breaths escaped Lyla as she came to a halt at the bottom of the stairs, looking through the basement until her eyes landed on Scott, the twins, and Stiles.

She swallowed thickly, taking slow, nervous steps towards the boys. Her boots clicked against the cement as she walked, catching each of their attention. Stiles whipped around, face falling as she slowly approached. "It's me, Lyla. I swear."

Lyla smiled weakly, closing the last few steps between them and wrapping her arms around him, "Stop disappearing, asshole. Or I'm gonna handcuff you to myself,"

Stiles nodded, patting her back and pulling away, "I think you'll have to do that anyway." He stepped aside, revealing a map of Beacon Hills Preserve with red scribbles on it. Lyla frowned, running her fingertip over one of the red lines, "Isn't this the cross-country trail?"

Scott nodded, placing his finger against a spot in the woods, "That's the Tate car. Where Malia Tates family died." Stiles quirked a brow, "You mean that's where her father put the steel-jawed traps."

Scott narrowed his brows, looking up at Stiles, "Oh God. There's a cross country practice today."

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Stiles' Jeep came to a screeched stop in front of the entrance to the preserve, where Coach Finstock was sitting on a log looking down at his timer around his neck. Stiles flew out of the Jeep, Aiden stepping out and pulling down the passenger seat to allow Lyla to hop out.

She adjusted her hoodie as Coach stood up, "S-Stilinski?"

"Coach!" Stiles shouted, the three teens approaching him quickly. "Stilinski...woah." He looked at the missing boy with wide eyes, Stiles shrugging his shock off, "Coach, listen close."

Lyla watched as Coach's face turned from confusion, to anger, and then to concern as Stiles explained his belief that the team might be in danger, not giving a true explanation as to why he had this suspicion. Her eyes widened as Coach took off towards the students, "Coach!" She shouted, taking off after the man, her and Aiden keeping a human-like speed next to her while Stiles caught up.

She kicked her feet harder and Scott and Kira came into view, Stiles kicking his feet harder, "Scott!" He shouted, putting an arm out in front of Coach, "Scott, stop, stop, stop. Everyone, stop! Stop, Coach." He panicked, Aiden grabbing Lyla's arm to slow her down to a halt in front of Scott, just as the rest of the cross country team approached.

She panted, shrugging the boys hand off her and moving to the other side of Stiles next to Coach, "Everyone, stop!" Stiles shouted, putting out a hand to the group of teens, who slowed down enough to see what the boy was panicking about. Lyla swallowed thickly, looking up at Scott before down at Stiles, who was bending down to dig through the leaves. Lyla took a small step forward in front of Coach to watch as Stiles pulled a large metal chain from under the thick layer of orange leaves. She then took a small step back as he pulled the chain from the leaves near her feet, heart slamming against her chest in fear.

Claps echoed from Coach's hands as Stiles lifted the end of the loose chain. Lyla stepped to the side to roll her eyes at the man. "Congratulations, Stilinski." Coach huffed, stepping towards the team, "You found a length of chain. Can someone now please tell me what the hell is going on?"

She turned her head to Stiles with a sympathetic look, head snapping back up as Scott shouted, "Coach!"

In seconds, the sound of an arrow whizzing through the air filled Lyla's ears, before her eyes widened at the sight of it going directly into Coach's stomach.

"Shit!" Lyla gasped, putting an arm out in front of Stiles and looking up into the trees for the sight of anymore arrows that could be activated. The team went completely silent as Coach looked down at the arrow lodged in his stomach.

"Oh, crap." Coach fell to the floor with a moan of pain, Stiles, Lyla, the twins and Scott dropping to their knees to look at the man's wound. The rest of the team crowded around in concern as the man lost consciousness for a moment. "Call an ambulance!" Lyla shouted, looking over to her right as Stiles hovered his shaky hands over the Coach's stomach.

Lyla swallowed thickly as Stiles placed his hands firmly around the wound, causing Coach to wake with a scream. He looked down at Stiles with wide eyes, "Get it out of me. Get it out of me! Get it out of me!" Lyla winced as Coach grabbed her hand, squeezing tightly as he panicked, "Oh, my God. I'm going to die."

"Coach, Coach, you're not going to die." Stiles attempted to comfort the man, who was having nothing of it. "I'm gonna die!" Lyla grunted as he thrashed around, rolling her eyes up at the trees before looking back down at him, "Coach, it'll hurt less if you stop moving!"

"Get this thing outta me!" He shouted at her, causing the girl to wince, "Coach, an ambulance is coming. Calm down!" Coach glared at Aiden, "Get it out!" Lyla sighed, looking at Scott in sync with Aiden and Stiles. "I'm gonna die!"

Aiden sat up and waved at the team, "Get back! Get back, give him some room! Get back!" The team stepped far back away from the scene with the help of Ethans ushering, Aiden dropping back down to Coach as the man groaned.

Lyla licked her lips nervously as Scott grasped Coach's other hand, his veins quickly turning black as he took Coach's pain. Scott grunted as he did, Coach's cries fading out as the pain subsided, and his head fell to the side. Lyla's mouth fell open, "Uh, I think he just passed out. Yeah, he definitely passed out." She swallowed, pulling her hand from his while Stiles looked down at his shaking bloody hands. "I-I could've killed him. I could've killed him, right?" He looked up at Scott with teary eyes, "What if it was his head, or his throat?"

"But it wasn't." Scott panted with a nod, "And he's gonna be alright." Lyla and Aidens head perked up at the sound of the ambulance sirens, along with police sirens.

"I think I just heard an ambulance coming." Aiden spoke, Stiles looking up with a worried look, "And my dad."

Lyla bit her nail anxiously as the emergency responders wheeled Coach into the back of an ambulance, glancing over at Scott through her peripheral, before turning her head as Stilinski hugged his son tightly. "Guys, look at this." Scott and Lyla turned to Ethan, who had been sifting through Stiles' trunk, turning the corner of the Jeep.

Lyla frowned, grabbing the box of nails from the duffel bag. "This is the same wrapping paper we used for Coach's birthday present." Scott worried, picking up the sparkly blue wrapping paper roll. "Wasn't that William Barrows thing? A bomb made from nails and bolts all wrapped in a birthday present? Where did it go off?" Ethan muttered, grabbing the box of nails that Lyla was handing back to him.

Scott turned back to look at Stilinski and Stiles, Lyla doing the same as her eyes averted from to the back of Stiles' head to the bloody rag in his hands. Scott gasped in fear, turning back to Ethan.

"On a school bus."