Wisdom's Daughter

7

Scott, Stiles and Tessa ran into the school.

"Lock it, lock it!" Scott cried.

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles shot back.

"Grab something!"

"What?"

"Anything!"

Tessa rolled her eyes and found something to bolt the door with. When she turned, Stiles was about to head outside.

"No," Scott and Tessa said.

"Yes."

"Stiles, no, don't," Scott told him.

Stiles ignored his friend and went outside. He grabbed the bolt cutters.

The cousins noticed the Alpha and cried, "Run! Stiles! Stiles!"

Stiles ran inside and Tessa shut the doors.

"Where is it?" Scott asked, noticing that the Alpha had disappeared. "Where did it go?" Tessa and Stiles bolted the door. "That won't hold, will it?"

"Probably not," Stiles admitted. "Tess, what are you doing?"

Tessa pulled at the desk. "I may be smart, but I'm not as strong as you think. A little help, boys."

Stiles helped her move the desk and said, "Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out."

"I know," Scott answered.

Stiles looked between the cousins. "It's your boss."

"What?"

"Deaton, the alpha? Your boss."

"No."

Tessa scoffed. "I think that's a little far-fetched. You have no proof."

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf," Stiles said. "Tessa, he disappeared from the back of Derek's car."

"That can't be," Scott stated.

"Oh come on. Like I told Tessa, he disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"

Tessa crossed her arms. "It's not him."

"He killed Derek."

"No, Derek's not dead," Scott said. "He can't be dead."

"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next."

"Okay, just - What do we do?"

"We get to my Jeep, we get out of here, you two seriously think about quitting your jobs, good?"

Scott tried opening the window and Tessa shook her head before saying, "No, they don't open. School's climate-controlled."

"Then we break it," Scott reasoned.

"Which will make a lot of noise," Stiles told him.

"Then, uh, then we run really fast. Really fast." Scott peeked out the window. "Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?"

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

Tessa poked her head up. "It's bent."

"What, like, dented?"

"No. Bent."

Stiles looked outside at his Jeep and saw she was right. "What the hell-" an object flew through the window and Stiles quickly shielded Tessa. "That's my battery." He started poking his head up again.