Panic Room • Stiles Stilinski [1]

[9] Wolfsbane

"I'll always be by your side."

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Scott sits in the driver's seat of Derek's car, while Stiles and Isabel sit in the back. Scott swerves on the road, the high speed he was driving at was making it hard to control the steering. Isabel watches in a panic out of the back window as the black car tailing them speeds up.

"Faster?" Scott asks, hearing Isabel's panicked breathing.

Stiles turns back to look out the window with Isabel. His eyes widen, turning back to the front window. The pair in the back nod quickly, before realizing Scott cannot see them.

"Much faster." Stiles' gulps. Scott clenches his jaw before upping the gear and slamming down on the accelerator. Isabel turns back to the front before putting her head in her hands.

"God, I can't look." She whimpers. Stiles places an arm around the scared girl.

"Scott! I don't think you are grasping the concept of a car chase here!" Stiles shouts, checking back at the car chasing them.

"If I go any faster, I'm gonna kill us!" Scott screams back over the sound of the engine roaring.

"If you don't go any faster, they're gonna kill us!" Isabel exclaims, Scott takes a deep breath before slamming down on the accelerator again.

Isabel hears a screech of tires behind them and looks back to see the road empty. "They're gone." She gasps. Stiles pulls out his police radio, as Scott checks behind them just in case they return.

"All units, the suspect is on foot. Heading into the ironworks." Sheriff Stilinski's voice sounds from the radio.

The three teens share a worried look before Scott speeds off to the location. Isabel grips onto Stiles as Scott speeds off again, this time toward the ironworks. Scott pulls into the back exit, before skidding to a sudden stop as he spots Derek crouched behind some steel pipes.

"Get in!" Isabel shouts to Derek, reaching over the seat to open the passenger door.

Under gunfire, Derek sprints for the car, jumping into the seat and slamming the door shut as Scott speeds back off.

"What part of laying low don't you understand?!" Scott exclaims, trying to focus on the road. Derek hits his car dashboard in frustration.

"Damn it! I had him!" He shouts angrily. Stiles and Isabel share a look in the back seats.

"Who, the Alpha?" Stiles asks, poking his head between the two werewolves upfront. Derek glares at him.

"Yes!" He snaps, "He was right in front of me, and the freaking police showed up." Derek rants.

"Hey! They're just doing their jobs-" Stiles defends, but the glare Derek continues to give makes him sit back into his seat.

Isabel holds back her laugh, rubbing his arm comfortingly. He gives a smile to the girl.