𝟏𝟐 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒔

tw- strong hints and mentions of abuse

✯☾✯

"𝑨𝒉, 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉!" 𝑳𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔, her foot twisted inside a small rabbit hole. After a hard day, she was now wandering through Beacon Hills Preserve in search for Stiles and Scott who had sent her many messages asking her to meet them there. Although, they hadn't exactly mentioned whereabouts they were in the looming woods Lizzie was now lost in.

She'd had an awful day after finding out Davis's condition still hadn't improved even after her now failed attempts at healing him. Her only hope was that her powers could've actually worked was the fact that she had slim experience and control over them yet.

And after the tough news and decline in faith, the last thing Lizzie wanted to do was get shit-faced with her two crazy best friends however she was too much of a people pleaser to refuse the invite. So, here she was, trying her very best to yank her foot out of the ditch.

Finally, her ankle wriggled free and she was able to set back off on her journey through the trees. Weaving through the impending trunks, the girl's ears picked up to the sound of voices. The faint breeze blowing that night carried the sound of Stiles' slightly tipsy words. Said breeze had certainly decided to lower in temperature since Lizzie had left the house and suddenly her outfit didn't seem appropriate anymore.

Her legs held a plaid red and black skirt with dark tights beneath and her torso was clad in a thin black polo neck. Carrying on through the woods, the voices gained in volume and soon the trees thinned into a clearing that was only occupied by two lounging boys.

One sat on a tree stump beside a circular barrel which had something burning in it and the other lay drunkenly on the floor. At the sound of her footsteps, Stiles lifted his head from the ground and smiled widely at Lizzie.

"Hey, there she is." He chirruped, alcohol evident in his slurred words. "Come join us. We're taking Scott's mind of Allison. She dumped him. Oh, wait no they're 'taking a break'."

"What?" Lizzie screeched, striding over to the middle of the clearing and sitting cross legged next to Scott.

"Thanks, Stiles, really appreciate you letting everyone in Beacon Hills know I got dumped." The sober boy sassed, his head not leaving his hands.

"Aw, Scotty," Lizzie reached up and rubbed his back. "What happened?"

"After that night at the school she said she couldn't trust me anymore because I ran off, which I did to try and save everyone." Scott explained and Lizzie didn't even need to see his face to know he was close to tears. "I feel awful."

"I knew this was going to happen. I tried my best to convince her to forgive you but she obviously rejected my advice. I'm so sorry." Lizzie gazed up to the boy apologetically and Scott removed his hands from his face for a brief moment.

"It's not your fault, L and for the record, I think it was really sweet of you to try and save our relationship."

Lizzie was about to respond with another shy gush of apologies however a bibulous Stiles cut into the conversation, clunking his half full bottle of liquor onto the ground.

"Dude, you know, she's just one.... one girl. You know, there's so many- there's so many other girls in the sea." He tripped over his words, unknowingly butchering the catchphrase.

"Fish in the sea." Scott corrected and Lizzie chuckled lightly at Stiles' intoxicated shape.

"Fish? Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls." Stiles exhaled deeply. "I love girls. I love them. I love- especially ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, 5'3..."

"Like Lydia?"

"Yeah, exactly like Lydia. I love Lydia like Lizzie loves that Isaac kid and-"

"Oh my god, Stiles. How much have you drunk?" Lizzie intervened, her cheeks slightly rosy in embarrassment.

"Come on, Lizzie, you're in love him. I don't even know how you manage to keep a steady set of grades when all your attention is on that boy who is freakishly tall by the way."

Lizzie sighed as she watched Stiles lift the back of his head and let it fall down to the hard ground repeatedly as he talked. She got up and pulled her backpack from her back and rested it under Stiles' head so that he wouldn't accidently get concussion.

"There you go, buddy." She mumbled to herself whilst Stiles started laying into Scott about not drinking anymore.

"Hey, maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know. Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf." Stiles queried, his eyes filled with stars and his mind foggy. "Am I drunk?"

"Extremely." Lizzie confirmed, moving Stiles' head back onto her bag when it slipped off.

"Yeah!" Stiles cheered, lifting his arm to fist bump Scott however his action wasn't returned.

"Come on, dude," he groaned. "I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse."

Wow, Stiles was a therapist drunk. Unexpected.

"I need a drink." Stiles sang and reached for his bottle but it was ripped away from him before he could even get a chance to latch his fingers round the glass.

"Well, look at the two little bitches and their toy getting their drink on." Came a taunting voice. Lizzie looked up to see two young men, dressed in ridiculous clothing, stood jeering at the trio.

"Give it back." Scott started calmly, his eyes glinted in anger. Maybe a good old bust up would be the mechanism to take his mind off Allison.

"What's up, little man?" The taller guy sneered.

"I think he wants a drink." The other chimed in.

"I want the bottle." Scott demanded, his voice dropped an octave and his eyes toughened.

"Scott, maybe we should just go." Stiles suggested, the event starting to sober him up. Lizzie nodded in agreement.

"You brought me here to get me drunk, Stiles. I'm not drunk yet." Scott's counter was low and dangerous.

When the guys derided, Lizzie panicked, stood from her seated position and somehow her anxiety provoked her to open her mouth. "Hey, guys, we're all friends here. How about we- uhm-compromise. You give us the bottle, we leave and everyone's happy."

Lizzie gulped nervously when the words left her mouth and placed her hand over her lips. She shrunk back almost immediately, regretting her actions.

The guys only laughed and looked down at the 5'2 girl who had spoken up. "You're cute little girl. Real cute. But you talk too much. Bet I know something that can shut you up though."

He advanced suggestively towards her.

"Hey!" Scott rose from the tree stump and held his arm protectively in front of the girl. "Leave her alone and give me the bottle."

The man, who was a good few inches taller than Scott, scoffed and took a sip from said bottle. When he did, Scott lowered his head slightly and glared up at them, flashing his golden werewolf eyes.

"Give me the bottle of Jack." Scott repeated, his voice distorted and menacing. Behind him, Stiles noticed claws emerge from Scott's fingernails.

A wave of fear washed over the guy and he slowly extended the bottle to Scott. The werewolf snatched it from him and hurled at a nearby tree in one swift motion. Given the fact that the teen seemed tougher than he looked, the guys left them alone.

Confused, Lizzie moved closer to Scott. His werewolf features had disappeared but an angry expression still held on his face. The full moon was coming. With that and the breakup, it was going to be extra hard for Lizzie and Stiles to control Scott the next day.

✯☾✯

It was late when Lizzie arrived home, past midnight for sure. The round moon hung high in the sky, reminding the girl of the antics to be dealt with when the sun rose. She sighed as she moved away from the window in her room and shut her curtains. She really had no idea how Scott was to be regulated especially since his fury would be upped a level thanks to teenage dramas.

Her hand moved to one of the lights on her dresser and, like it always did now, it turned off before she could touch it. She'd been practicing the whole light powers and healing powers since she did the trials with Stiles and Scott. She believed that if she practised more, she could maybe become more powerful and it would be more likely that she would be able to mend Davis.

"Awesome." The brunette whispered to herself. Her newfound abilities never failed to marvel her.

Padding across the room to her bed, Lizzie smoothed her pyjama bottoms down. Wearing Christmas pyjamas out of season was not an irregular thing for her. Just as she was about to pull back the covers and clamber onto her mattress, a light tapping sound came. At first Lizzie thought nothing of it but it came again, harder this time. Someone was at her window.

Cautiously, Lizzie approached her curtains and yanked them open. There, perched on a tree, was Isaac Lahey. Lizzie's breath hitched and she unlocked her window. Before she got chance to say anything, Isaac hauled himself through the window and landed not so graciously on the floor.

That was when she glimpsed him properly in the faint light from her lamp. His forehead had a large bleeding gash down the side of it, multiple bruises covered his face, the sleeve of his shirt was ripped which revealed more abrasions and he was shivering uncontrollably.

"Oh my god, Isaac."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, you just said I could always come to you if- if-" Isaac started, his eyes were glazed, and he spoke at a fast pace. Lizzie cut him off by pulling him off her floor and wrapping her arms around his waist. He was freezing. His skin was like ice. Lizzie's heart broke at all the possibilities of what could have happened to him. She only assumed it was his father's doing.

"Of course. Like I said, my door is always open. Well- or my window." She pulled back from the tight hug she had squeezed him in and studied his face again. "Do I need to take you to a hospital?"

That was the only question she asked and was going to ask. All he needed right now was her help, not her queries.

The taller boy shook his head. "No- no. Just you." He said breathlessly.

Lizzie nodded and led him by the hand to her bed, using a hand motion to encourage him to sit down. As he did, she reached over to pull one of the blankets off her bed and draped it over Isaac's shoulders although it did nothing to end his unruly quivers.

"I think- I think I need to patch you up a bit. Is that okay?" She checked him over again. Isaac nodded his head but didn't meet her eyes. He felt awful coming to Lizzie's house like this and putting pressure on her to look after him.

"I'll be back, please just grab more blankets if you need them." Lizzie whispered before darting out of the room. She was quick to retrieve a small medical box her father had concealed in the bathroom. Then, she crept into Bobby's room to smuggle a pair of sweatpants out of his drawers. Before she knew it, she was back in her own room with a broken looking Isaac.

"Okay, okay. Uh," She knelt down between Isaac's legs and opened the medical kit. Producing an antiseptic wipe, she hovered her hand near his face. "This will sting a bit."

Her fingers delicately traced the rim of the cut on Isaac's forehead but they had to be retracted soon enough as the familiar purple glow began to form in the canals of her bloodstream, travelling up her hand. She wished she could heal Isaac right there on the spot but at the risk of it being awfully suspicious, she couldn't. Carefully, she wiped around the cut, trying her best to cause as little pain as possible. The boy winced when the wipe touched the wound.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Lizzie whispered frequently as she continued to clean him up and Isaac continued to flinch and hiss at the sting.

Despite everything and although it hurt, he couldn't help but smile at the girl as she cared for him. He watched her own eyes well up every time he cried out, he watched her apply band aids all over his body as gently as she could, he watched the look on her face every time she started on a new cut. He felt safe with her. When Isaac was with Lizzie, he felt the safest he could ever be. The only way he could describe it was with one word.

Home

And now, blankets smothering him and the person he liked the most in the world quietly attending to him, he felt the most at home he'd been since his brother passed. He noticed she hadn't asked many questions like he'd expected her to. She'd only kept quiet, muttering apologies here and there.

Once Lizzie had cleaned every wound and applied the band aids, she sighed again and knelt up so she could cup Isaac's face. He was shivering less now and his skin felt warmer.

"I can't let him do this to you." She uttered, tilting her head to the side.

Isaac's watery blue eyes widened in alarm. "You said you weren't going to tell anyone. You promised. I'll get put in foster care. I- I don't want to. What they will do there will be so much worse than what my dad does. Please, Lizzie. Please don't tell anyone."

His begging cracked Lizzie's heart further. "I won't tell anyone. I'll keep my promise. You can't go back tonight though, you can stay here."

"No, you've already done so much for me-" Isaac started to protest.

"Isaac. There is no way I'm letting you go back to your house tonight. I will lock every window and door in the building if I have to. You're staying here."

Isaac ducked his head down as a way of reluctantly accepting whilst Lizzie grabbed the clothes she'd brought for him.

"Here," She handed them to him and stood up. "The bathroom is at the bottom of the hall. You can change in there."

Isaac took the clothes and shuffled to the door before stopping halfway and turning back around. "Lizzie, why haven't you asked me what happened yet?"

Lizzie took her time to answer, flipping the words round in her head before she spoke. "You'll tell me when you're ready."

✯☾✯

Lizzie lifted her head from the desk in her room and glanced at the clock.

5:03

She hadn't slept a wink. Isaac had slept in her bed whilst Lizzie had opted for the chair. Aside from the fact that her make-shift bed was extremely uncomfortable, her mind had been too busy with the task of worrying to let herself sleep. Worrying about a certain boy.

Lizzie sat up and stretched her limbs out before turning her head to face her bed. Isaac's beautiful brown curls stuck out from under the covers as did a small section of his face. Lizzie gazed adoringly at the sleeping boy and she took note on how angelically adorable he looked when fast asleep.

Figuring Isaac was due back at his father's soon, Lizzie stood from the chair and lumbered over to wake him up. She only had to glimpse his charming state, with his parted lips, winsome eye lashes and of course the many band aids, to come to the decision to let him sleep a little longer.

So, the tired girl began to bustle around the room, collecting Isaac's ripped up clothes and putting them into a bag. She also nipped downstairs for a couple of brunch bars and a bottle of water to add to the bag.

When everything was packed and ready, Lizzie sat down beside Isaac. He stirred at the presence but didn't fully wake. Her hands spontaneously reached out to softly brush the hair from his face. Once again, she admired the peaceful magnificence he held when he wasn't awake to the world that subjected him to such violence.

Leaning down, Lizzie placed a delicate kiss on the tip of Isaac's nose before she tenderly shook him awake. When Isaac opened his eyes, he immediately shot up out of the bed.

"What time is it? I need to go." He carried himself around the room, his eyes flickered around before comfortably resting on Lizzie.

"It's five fifteen. I've packed your stuff," She picked up the bag and walked over to hand it to Isaac. "I think you might have to climb out the window again. I don't want to wake anyone up."

Isaac relaxed and took the bag, he stared at it gratefully for a while. Then, he glanced back at Lizzie who was stood in front of him, a more or less content smile on her face. She looked exhausted. Isaac rested a hand on her cheek and caressed her skin with his thumb.

"Thank you." He whispered and Lizzie smiled again. Isaac's gaze flashed down to her lips and then black to meet her sparkling blue eyes. A swarm of butterflies were set free in Lizzie's stomach as he leaned inwards. For a moment she thought he was going to kiss her and as did Isaac until the wave of reality crashed down on him. Instead, his lips brushed her cheek.

"Thank you." He repeated and moved away from the girl, swinging one leg out the window.

"I'll always be here if you need me. You know that, right?" Lizzie assured, a twisting knot formed in her stomach. Isaac nodded and slung his other leg out.

As much as she desperately didn't want to let him go, she knew it wasn't safe for him to stay any longer than he had. She slowly shut the window as she watched Isaac climb down the tree and meet the ground below. After he was gone, she retreated to the centre of the room.

A cascade of emotions overflowed her and her knees decided to give way. She crashed to the floor and cried.

She cried for Isaac, Davis, Bobby, her dad.

She cried for Scott and Stiles; children thrust into a life they didn't want.

Why them? What was so special about them?

Her exhaustion probably didn't help with the storm of sensations she was feeling and it certainly wouldn't help her with whatever was going to go down the upcoming day. The day of the full moon.

✯☾✯

The busy students bustled around the school, whispering to each other about the break in and murder of the janitor that they'd heard so much about. They also gossiped about the group of students also trapped in the school with the killer, yet no one knew who they were.

Tucked away in the corner of the corridor, Lizzie watched the world go by as she wearily rubbed her eyes. Only a few days ago she'd been running the length of this very hallway in desperate attempts to escape the four-legged beast who had also been roaming around within the walls. 

The spot she'd decided to conceal herself away from the prying eyes of meddlesome teenagers was right next to the door of the boy's locker room. She was waiting for Scott and Stiles to re appear through the door. Already, Scott was beginning to feel the effects of the full moon creep up on him and he'd already had a freak out during a chem test.

When the door finally swung open, a shrieking Stiles came bouncing out. His freakishly vivacious entry startled Lizzie and she almost spat out the juice from her juice box. She slowly pushed herself off the wall as the boy noticed her.

"Lizzie! Oh my god." He skipped up to her and engulfed her in a swift hug. "Who has two thumbs and just made the first line?"

He directed his fingers and jabbed them at his chest. "This guy."

Lizzie dropped her juice box and jumped up and down with Stiles, just as excited as her friend.

"Stiles, that's amazing!"

Stiles stopped jumping and narrowed his eyes. "It's Biles. You have to call me Biles Bilinski now."

Before Lizzie could even get a chance to respond, the door opened and out came Scott. He was holding two sets of lacrosse gear, one of which he handed to Biles.

"Let's go." He said and started walking a little fast for Lizzie's liking. She scrambled to pick her juice box and backpack from the floor and hurried after the two boys.

"Are you not freaking out?" Stiles questioned Scott. His aura still glowed with pride and excitement. "I'm freaking out."

"What's the point? It's just a stupid title." Scott grumpily replied. "And I could practically smell the jealously in there."

Lizzie's forehead creased, puzzled. "Title?"

"Scott is now co-captains with Jackson." Stiles exclaimed and Lizzie thought he sounded like a proud dad.

"Congratulations, Scotty! We should celebrate. Maybe after the full moon though. Can you imagine? 'Yay you got lacrosse captain, please don't eat me'." Lizzie giggled and clapped Scott on the back.

The action of praise managed a small smile to be cracked on his lips. Even though he had a shit ton going on, he couldn't stay cranky for that long. Especially with Lizzie. Full moon or not, Lizzie seemed to be the sunshine in both Stiles and Scott's life.

"Yes exactly, congratulations. Now can we back track. You can smell jealousy?" Stiles quizzed captivatedly. The three stopped walking so it was easier to talk.

"Yeah, it's like the full moon's turned everything up to ten." Scott explained.

"Have I ever told you how cool you are, Scotty?" The girl of the group joked and she took another loud sip of her juice.

Stiles pursed his lips, thinking for a moment. "Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know, desire?"

Lizzie snorted, sensing where he was going with this.

"What do you mean desire?" Scott egged, half amused and half confused.

"Like sexual desire." Stiles confirmed sheepishly.

"Sexual desire?"

"Yeah sexual desire. Lust, passion, arousal." Stiles listed although Scott was still visibly perplexed.

So, Lizzie cleared it up for him.

"He wants to know if Lydia wants to do him or not."

"Thank you for that." Stiles sarcastically spat at the smaller girl who gave him an innocent thumbs up and a smile.

"Sexual desire. Lydia to me." The cynical boy continued. "Look, I need to know if I have a chance with this girl, okay? I've been obsessing over since the third freaking grade."

"Why don't you just ask her?" Scott asked obliviously.

"Well, to save myself from utterly crushing humiliation. Thank you, Scott." Stiles sassed. "Okay? So, please, can you just go up and ask if she likes me? See if her heartbeat rises, or her pheromones come out. And while you're at it, ask Isaac Lahey about Lizzie too."

"Woah, please don't do that. I-"

"They're basically in love too. I mean even the mention of his name makes her blush. Look."

The two boys turned around to see that sure enough their best friend's cheeks were tinted with a faint pink.

"Fine." Scott muttered before sauntering off.

"I love you. I love you!" Stiles called after him. Then, after he took a second to compose himself, he turned back to Lizzie.

"Do you think I have a chance?" He asked openly. His eyes twinkling with anticipation.

"Of course you do. She's stupid not to be over here snogging your face off right now." Lizzie smiled and Stiles chuckled at her comment. "Don't worry, you'll get your chance. It may take a year or even ten, but it will happen. I promise, Biles."

"I think I love you more than Scott." Stiles corroborated to her. Genuinely, sometimes he thought Lizzie was a better friend than Scott was being at the moment and he was very grateful for her. Plus, he still believed they were soulmates. Platonic soulmates. But soulmates all the same.

"Are you okay? You look tired."Stiles kindly asked.

"Yeah totally, don't worry about me, I just couldn't sleep properly." Lizzie covered up quickly.

"Well did you try counting sheep?" Stiles suggested.

"I never really got that, you know? Like who's sheep am I meant to be counting? Are they mine?" Lizzie rambled, her random thoughts overflowing and converting into speech. "How many sheep do I have to count? And who put this kind of responsibility of counting sheep on me?"

"L, I really don't think-"

"What if I lose one? Am I trespassing over the fence that they're jumping? Am I on a farm? Is it my farm? Should I be worried about getting in trouble with the cops?"

"No, Lizzie it was-"

"There are so many questions that have to be answered so how would it make anyone sleep better? Like do they have names? Can I name them? Do they have food, do I have to follow a feeding schedule? I don't know what a sheep needs to eat to survive."

"Oh my god."

"I barley know what I need to survive every day. What am I doing with sheep anyway? Am I shepherd? Am I shepherd, Stiles? I don't want to be a shepherd."

"What's happening right now?"

"Don't tell me to count sheep! It's stressful. How is it supposed to make anybody sleep?"

"Okay! Okay! It was just a suggestion."

The pair walked shoulder to shoulder up to the lacrosse pitch, swapping Star Wars theories and laughing as they did. Lizzie spotted Isaac by the goal and waved blushingly at him whist Stiles nudged her provocatively. After that, she got lost in one of her common trances fixated on her crush.

"Hey can I have a sip off your juice box?" Stiles snapped her out of her staring and reached his hand towards the carton.

Lizzie swatted his hand away and sent him a menacing glare. "My juice box."

Stiles threw his hands up, surrendering and backing away. Lizzie rolled her eyes but turned her back on him so he could reach her backpack.

"There's another one in my bag if you want to get it."

When Scott finally emerged from his talk with Lydia, Stiles and Lizzie were sat on the sub bench playing tic-tac-toe.

"Hey, what happened?" Stiles immediately asked as Scott took a seat next to them.

"What?" Scott took of his gloves, something about him seemed off.

"What do you mean what?" Stiles' hands flapped around erratically. "Did you ask her? Did she say anything? Did she say she liked me? Did she imply she liked me?"

"Yeah. Yeah, she likes you."

Stiles' jaw dropped and he grabbed hold of Lizzie's bicep tightly, a way to supress the joy he was feeling. He was not expecting that at all.

"In fact, she's totally into you." Scott murmured, staring off into the distance and smiling to himself.

Stiles freaked out, he continuously gasped delayed breathes and muttered many the 'holy shit'. Lizzie smiled at the boy's reaction although something didn't feel right especially with the way Scott was acting.

Soon, the boys were called over for practice leaving Lizzie on her own.

On her own until Allison sat down next to her.

"Hey." She greeted and Lizzie turned to her briefly before returning her eyes back to the field.

"Oh, hello, how are you?"

"I'm- I'm doing okay actually." Allison breathed not so confidently. For a short while there was an awkward silence between the two girls, neither of them knew what to say to each other.

"I'm actually not sure if I'm meant to be talking to you, you know?" Lizzie said.

"What do you mean?"

"The whole break up thing between you and Scott, which is totally stupid by the way, you were meant to get married and have two children. A girl and a boy named after me and Stiles. But now- I don't know- I feel like my parents just got divorced. Like I want to be friends with both of you without hurting each of your feelings."

"Aw, Lizzie," Allison cooed. She didn't realize how much her and Scott meant to her as friends. "I swear you won't hurt my feelings by talking to Scott. Just make sure your mind isn't clogged up with boy nonsense so you can still come shopping with me."

"Oh I absolutely won't, I don't really know what they're talking about half the time anyway." Lizzie confessed, a light smile forming. Allison chuckled gleefully.

"We totally need to go to the mall soon though and try on those super expensive dresses that neither of us can afford."

✯☾✯

The full moon was high in the sky, and it was both foreboding and beautiful. Lizzie arrived at the McCall household after a trip to the hospital. She was late, which seemed to be a recurring thing for her. Mellissa McCall was out on a shift and Stiles had informed her that he'd left the door open.

So, she slid through the crack in  the door, subsequently dropping her bag of supplies on the floor. The noise caused Stiles to appear at the top of the stairs.

"Lizzie! Come quick." He yelled and peaked his head through the door to Scott's room. "Like now, I just chained him to the radiator."

Lizzie picked up her bag and flew up the stairs to join Stiles. Then coming round the corner to Scott's room, she saw a groaning and yelling Scott writhing around on the floor. His wrists were hand cuffed to the bottom of a radiator.

"This is pay back, Scott," Stiles began, a look of betrayal dashed through his eyes. "For making out with Lydia."

"I'm sorry, what?" Lizzie gasped. She didn't believe for one second Scott would do that to Stiles.

When Stiles left the room for a short moment, Lizzie sighed and sat down on the bed. "Why? Why would you do that Scott?"

Scott struggled to get out of his containment. "I- I don't know. I- it was her not me." He explained through grunts.

Stiles soon returned with a bottle of water and a doggy bowl labelled Scott in hand. "I brought you some water."

He smugly poured the liquid into the doggy bowl and then placed in the ground. Lizzie had to surreptitiously conceal her laugh as Stiles dragged her out the room. Before they could even step out the doorway a splash of water was chucked after them.

"I'm gonna kill you both!" Scott roared.

Stiles slowly turned around in a very menacing way, he was ready to throw hands.

"You kissed her Scott, okay? You kissed Lydia. That's like the one girl that i-  and you know the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know he doesn't even know what he's doing and tomorrow he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend."

Once Stiles had finished his rant, he was beyond upset. He fell back slightly and took a deep breath, looking around for comfort in Lizzie who'd gravitated just outside the room. She wanted to give the boys their space.

"She kissed me." Scott suddenly mumbled. His eyes were flaming both boys as angry as the other.

"What?" Stiles' voice cracked, not understanding.

"I didn't kiss her." An awfully arrogant look danced over Scott's features. "She kissed me. She would've done a lot more too."

Fearing this was going too far, Lizzie reached forward and pulled Stiles out the room. Both of them leaned against the wall beside the door.

"You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me." Scott continued.

Lizzie noticed tears start to pool in Stiles eyes and she pulled him into a hug. And as Scott continued to taunt and shout, Lizzie and Stiles slid down the wall in a comforting embrace.

"It's okay, it's okay. He doesn't mean it. I promise." Lizzie kept whispering as Stiles pulled away to hold his head in his hands. Lizzie kept her arms around the boy, wincing and scrunching her face up at Scott's shouts.

Soon the howls of vehemence became heart breaking pleas.

"Guys, please let me out."

"It's the full moon, I swear."

"You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose."

"Please, Lizzie, Stiles, let me out. It's starting to hurt."

That was all it took for Lizzie to break, and she tried to leap up but Stiles dragged her back down again.

"It's not like the first time."

"It's the full moon. It's Allison, breaking up with me."

Stiles leaned his head back against the wall and kept Lizzie close to him, he could feel her struggling to free herself from his grip and go to Scott.

"I know that it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me."

"I feel completely hopeless. Just, please, let me out."

Lizzie desperately wanted to rush in there and help her friend, she couldn't stand any more of his entreats or his pain. But she knew they couldn't let him out.

A large amount of scrambling and hushed whispers could be heard from Scott's room. Then they turned into excruciating grunts and yells of agony. Lizzie clamped her hands over her ears and sobbed silently as she tried to block out her friends suffering.

The struggle and crying went on for too long. Every howl or groan, Lizzie banged her head against the wall, punishing herself for hurting her friend. The noise became unbearable and as much as they tried to block it out, all Stiles and Lizzie could hear were Scott's shouts.

Then suddenly, everything went silent and only the jangle of handcuffs could be heard. Lizzie and Stiles looked at each other, alarmed.

"Scott, are you okay?" Stiles called out but no reply came. "Scott?"

When there was still no answer the teens pushed themselves up a deliberately drove the door to Scott's room open.

However, Scott was nowhere to been seen. All that was left was a pair of bloody, broken handcuffs and an open window. Lizzie and Stiles sprinted out the room as fast they could, desperate to find him before he could hurt anyone.

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Stiles and Lizzie cruised around the formidable town through the night in the jeep for a while, occasionally stopping to search certain areas. They ended up coming across a scene filled with police and ambulances. Stiles immediately jumped out the car, leaving Lizzie alone worriedly biting her nails.

Her whole body was aching with fatigue, she needed some sleep and yet she was out here racked with worry for Scott. In an attempt to clear her mind, Lizzie leaned her head against the window to survey the gloomy woods surrounding the crime scene.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something. Her heart jumped, skipping one of the all-important beats. A pair of glowing red eyes blinked at her in the distance. Unsure of whether it was just her tired state, or they were actually there, Lizzie narrowed her eyes to get a closer look. But just as quickly as they had appeared, they were gone.

Meanwhile, sat in a car hiding in the shadows were Chris and Kate Argent. Solemn looks were plastered on their faces as they carefully analysed the scene before them

"That one's Stiles?" Chris asked his sister, his brow furrowed at the sight of the boy with the buzz cut talking to his dad.

"Another friend of Allison's." Kate confirmed. "And that one sat in the jeep is Lizzie, remember?"

"She's the-" Chris pondered before Kate cut him off.

"Yes, that's her."

"So, not a threat?"

"No, not a threat, dangerous but not a threat."

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edited ✓
so sorry this took so long to come out, i might start updating more regularly if i have time.
i thought this chapter was pretty cute though
also quite a lot of words were in italics but i don't think all you can see them
thanks for reading x