"Maeve," a voice whispered while slightly shaking her arm, "Maeve c'mon you gotta wake up."
She groaned as she stirred awake, lifting herself up only to fall back onto whatever cold surface as pain shot through her head and hip, "Hey, hey, take it easy."
Her eyes met those of her brother's, who wore a concerned face as he helped her sit up on the table, "Are we dead yet?"
Stiles stiffed out a laugh while trying to clean the blood off her temple with his sleeve, "Not yet, but for a second we thought you were."
Her hazel-green eyes scanned the dark room while Stiles supported her as she swayed a little, Jackson, Lydia, and Allison were at the front lab table mixing something "Why are they here?"
"Someone sent a text telling Allison to come to the school, Lydia and Jackson came with her," Stiles explained as he helped her slowly slide off the table to her feet, the pressure on her leg causing her to wince.
Scott came over once he saw her moving, embracing her in a quick hug, "Thank god, are you okay?"
She gave him a weak smile, "I'm great."
He smiled at her sarcasm, it being a good sign for a Stilinski twin, "Next time I'm not letting go of your hand, that way you can't wander off, got it?"
"Aye aye captain," she weakly cheered, holding onto Scott's forearm as his hand supported her waist since she was still swaying a bit.
His other hand grazed the mark from the alpha on her temple, his concern sweeping over the werewolf's face, "what happened?"
"I don't really know," she admitted, looking between the two boys, "I wandered off - don't ask why I have no real explanation for that - and the alpha found me, and we was going to strike me but at the last second he stopped."
Stiles stepped forward confused, "He just stopped? Why would he stop?"
She shrugged, "I don't know , he just grabbed me, put his claw thing to my temple and did this," she pointed to the scratch, "and all I remember is being pushed to the ground and hearing it howl."
"Well that's disturbing," Stiles muttered.
"What are they doing?" Maeve asked while looking at Lydia as she picked up another beaker.
"Someone has to go get the keys from the janitor, she's making me some self exploding uh mocktail."
"Molotov cocktail," Stiles corrected the werewolf.
Maeve looked over at her best friend, a giddy smile coming onto her face as Lydia was using her big brain, "She's making you a self igniting fire bomb? Awesome."
Both boys looked at each other uneasy, "Why do I get the feeling she learned how to do this with you?" Stiles questioned.
"That's not important right now," she said, shutting down the topic real quick. The boys were going to dwell on it when Lydia called Scott over has she finished the firebomb.
"Hey," Maeve grabbed his arm to stop him, "I know you're like a werewolf now and all," she casually whispered, "but be careful."
His brown eyes locked onto her hazel green for another time tonight, "I will."
Maeve nodded, a small wave of fear creeping back up her spine as Stiles reiterated what she said - only a little less...intensely - before he helped his sister walk over to the others who were watching Allison beg Scott not to go.
"Somebody has to do something," he tried to explain, but without being able to tell his girlfriend the real truth, it wasn't going to help.
"Scott, just stop," she pleaded, "Do you remember - do you remember when you told me you knew whether I was lying? That I had a tell. Well, so do you," she looked him in the eyes, "You're a horrible liar. And you've been lying all night. Just - just please - please don't go. Please don't leave us. Please," he was about to walk away when she pulled him into a kiss hoping it would make him stay, but it didn't.
Scott took one last step towards the door, looking back at the twins, "Lock it behind me."
His figure left and Stiles followed to lock the door, Lydia helping Maeve across the room so she could sit on a table.
The room seemed colder as the lack of Scott left three of the teenagers confused and all five of them scared. They didn't speak for what seemed like the longest time, Allison constantly playing with her hands, Jackson turning his back to Lydia - who was holding Maeve hand's as they leaned on each other for support (Lydia's more emotional) - while the twins kept sharing glances at each other, feeling helpless.
"I don't get this. I don't get why he's out there, and why he left us. And I can't - I can't stop my hands from shaking," Allison cried while staring at her hands.
Jackson grabbed her hands as he comforted her, "It's okay. It's okay, it's gonna be okay."
Lydia, Stiles, and Maeve held appalled faces towards the interaction, Allison couldn't see how fake the blonde was being and it made Maeve sick as he acted this way in front of his own girlfriend, who's he has seemingly ignored all night.
"It's not okay," she looked at Stiles before landed her attention on Maeve, "I mean how could you two be so okay with this? He's just out there with a killer that's waiting for us and you just let him go, like it's nothing?"
Maeve sat up straight, anger starting to boil at her words while she moved off the desk, "You think we're not worried? He's our best friend, we're terrified, but we know Scott and we trust him to do this and to come back."
A hysterical laugh left her lips, "Best friend...right. You two sure look like 'best friends'. Everyone surprised by her words, "C'mon Maeve we all saw you guys earlier, that's a lot of touching for 'best friends.'"
Lydia stepped up in her defense, "Allison we found her unconscious on the floor in the hallway while running from a guy trying to murder us if you couldn't tell, Scott had to carry her in here and its not like she got away unscaved."
"You want to talk about inappropriate behavior?" Maeve questioned while looking between Allison and Jackson scoffing, "you know Scott and I have been friends since we were five, at this point we're family and family takes care of one another, they trust each other, which is what I'm doing right now, which is why he insisted on going to get us out of this nightmare of a night and is why I know he's going to come back."
Allison instantly felt regret about what she had said, especially when Lydia had to grab hold of Maeve as she got dizzy after her tangent.
After some awkward silence, Lydia left Maeve's side to look at the chemical ingredients on the front table, "Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right?"
Maeve looked over to where the strawberry blonde was as panic arose, facing the jackass himself, "It has to be sulfuric acid, if not it won't ignite.."
He barely looked at the two before snapping back, "I gave you exactly what you asked for tonight."
"Yeah," Lydia replied, "Yeah, I'm sure you did," but the two girls shared a looked as Jackson only focused on Allison, unease settling in.
Stiles became uncomfortable with the situation near him so he maneuvered to his twin, seeing the look on her face, "Hey, he's going to be alright."
"He better," she retorted, "Or I'll kill jackass over here personally."
They all fell into a silence again, Lydia moving back towards her best friend and interlocking their arms, "how's your head?"
Maeve was going to brush off the question, but the answer came pretty clear when a loud howl pounded through the school, Maeve falling to her knees and crying out in pain as her temple felt like it was being hit over and over with a hammer while Jackson clutched to the marks on the back of his neck.
"Maeve!" Stiles called as he bent down beside her as she still cried out in pain, "what's wrong?"
"Scott," she muttered, "something's wrong."
He helped his twin to her feet while Lydia and Allison aided Jackson - not hearing what she had said over his own cries.
"Seriously I'm okay," he brushed them off causing Lydia going over to Maeve.
"That didn't sound like either of you are okay," Allison stated.
Stiles looked at Jackson and his sister, trying to decide which reaction he was going to fixate on, "Jackson what's on the back on your neck?"
"It's been there for two days. He won't tell me what happened," Lydia shared while rubbing Maeve's back as the brunette clutched her head.
Jackson looked at his girlfriend in disgust and a snarl, "As if you actually care."
When a look of hurt washed over the strawberry blonde, Maeve's head snapped towards the blonde, "Oh my god could you not be a total dickhead to your girlfriend for 5 minutes?!" she scowled, not caring if the alpha heard them at this point.
Jackson was about to get in the Stilinski's face when Stiles stepped between the two, "Alright, can we not argue for like half a second here?"
Allison started pacing around the room, "Where's Scott? He should be back by now."
Maeve looked up towards the door, slowly limping closer as she could feel a odd sense of familiarity on the other side, "Scott?"
Allison starting banging on the door, trying to open it as she called for Scott, but the feeling Maeve had was dissipating as the werewolf force himself out of the way of his friends.
"Stop, Allison stop," Lydia yelled as she looked at Maeve, "Do you hear that?"
Sirens, they heard sirens getting closer to the school, getting closer to them. The five teenagers moved towards the windows, watching a several police cruisers pulled in next to the blue Jeep. The Stilinski's turned to each other, Maeve resting her head on Stiles' chest as he embraced her in a hug - both sibling's letting a breath of relief as they spotted their dad.
"So what's the verdict?" Noah asked the EMT as he walked up to the ambulance.
"Oh definitely terminal, yeah you should say your goodbye's now, I'm about to go critical - we should just call it," Maeve sputtered out as she sat in the back of the ambulance while Lydia sat below her, rolling her eyes.
A small smile came over the sheriff's face, "I'm going to take the sarcasm and inappropriate humor as a sign of good health."
"Yeah maybe physical health, but you may want to have her head evaluated," the strawberry blonde retorted as she held the brunette's hand.
"Trust me, I have," Noah replied with a sly smile, resulting in his daughter giving a mocking laugh to the two.
The EMT put down the gauze she had been using to clean Maeve's cut, turing to face the sheriff with a kind smile, "She's going to be fine. No need for stitches and no concussion, just a bump on the back of the head and maybe a headache for a few days but just make sure she has fluids, rest, and minimal screen time."
Noah gave the EMT his gratitude as he went to get his son and Scott so he could bring the three teenagers home, the two boys talking near the ambulance that Deaton was being taken care of in.
"I just- I don't think it's just a cut," Stiles admitted while looking over at his sister.
Scott followed his line of sight, watching as Lydia and her mom were talking to Maeve, a tired but genuine smile coming across her face for the first time all night, "what do you mean?"
"I mean, why not kill her? She was right in front of him, defenseless and he just doesn't?"
"Yeah but he wants me to do it," Scott reminded him, "that's why this entire night happened, so I could kill you guys."
"Then why attack her in the first place? I mean we called the alpha here, we set this night in motion, the alpha hadn't even encountered Allison yet, why did he stop mid strike? Why cut her?" the older twin argued.
"So you think he had another reason for not killing Maeve? Like what?"
Stiles hesitated, sure the three told each other everything - especially everything supernatural, but what if he was wrong and they worry for nothing just to waste time away from their current problems, "I don't know, but something happened. When the alpha roared and caused you to shift, Jackson and Maeve cried out in pain, I could've sworn I saw her eyes...they just..."
Scott furrowed his brows in confusion, "What? What happened to her eyes?"
He looked over at his sister while she laughed with her best friend, no clue as to what her brother saw earlier that night, "Before she fell down in pain, before she shut her eyes, they were blue."
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