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"Did you slow him down?" Stiles said into the phone as Olive rested her head against the window.
"You could say that, where's Scott?" Allison replied and Stiles sighed.
"Isaac's."
"Does he have a plan?" Allison said worriedly and Stiles sighed again, quickly glancing at Olive.
"Not a very good one, but unfortunately we don't really have time to come up with anything better," Stiles hung up the phone, scooting forward to look at the moon from the windshield and then back to Olive. She was not doing well, but she was doing an okay job at keeping herself under control.
"How ya doin'?" Stiles asked and Olive looked over at him with yellow eyes. "Right, sorry I asked."
"Sorry," Was all she could manage to get out. She literally wanted to tear his throat out and it was taking every muscle in her body to prevent it from happening.
"We're almost there," He said, looking over at her sympathetically. "just a little further."
"Stiles I don't know if I can hold it," She said and Stiles looked over at her.
"Has Derek not taught you how to control it yet?" He glanced over at her and she shook her head. Stiles nodded, taking a deep breath before looking back at her.
"Think of something that calms you down when you're angry-"
"Doesn't work," Olive strangled out and Stiles shook his head.
"No, listen. It's all about slowing your heart rate, okay? So you need to think about something- or someone- that can do that for you," Olive looked up at him and he nodded.
"It's not working," She said, clenching her hands into a fist, claws digging into her palms causing them to bleed.
"Who were you thinking about?"
"My mom," Olive said and Stiles shook his head again.
"Come on, Olly, that's cliche. Think of someone who makes you feel safe, someone you miss when they're not around, and makes you laugh. Do I need to go on?" Stiles looked over at her and she sighed. She closed her eyes and after a minute she visibly relaxed. Stiles turned his head with a satisfied look as her claws dissipated and her eyes flashed back to normal. It was flickering, and he could see that, but it was working.
Olive glanced at the time: 11:30. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down and slow this thing as much as she could. It was getting harder to fight it off by the second, but she just needed to wait a little longer.
"Okay, okay we're here," Stiles said, pulling into the station's parking lot. Olive looked up at him, her eyes were yellow but that's about it. No fangs, no claws, just the eyes.
"You need to get in the back for a second, can you move?" He was surprisingly comforting, probably so he wouldn't get his throat ripped out. She nodded, sitting up and moving into the back seat. Stiles nodded, mumbling a "cool" under his breath as Derek came and sat in the front.
"You are not supposed to be here," He glared at Olive as he turned to look at her over the center console. His voice was stern, you could tell he was upset.
"Listen, it was my fault, okay? I told her to meet me after I got out of detention and she's been fine so far and-"
"Stiles shut up"
"Okay."
"Olive, I know you want to save Isaac, okay, but you being here is seriously not a good idea," Derek scolded, slightly calmer now in attempt not to agitate her. She looked up at him and blinked, her yellow eyes changing back to her normal color. He looked at her almost dumbfounded. He smiled and turned to face Stiles, who was smirking at him.
"Told you she's fine," Stiles said and Derek flashed his eyes at him, causing him to jump back.
"Okay, now, the keys to every cell are in a password-protected lockbox in my father's office the problem is getting past the front desk-"
"I'll distract her," Derek interrupts him and Stiles raised his eyebrows at him. Derek moves to get out of the car before Stiles stops him.
"Woah woah woah, you? You're not going in there," Stiles says as Derek looks at Stiles' hand on his arm. Stiles' eyes widen as he removes his hand. "I'm taking my hand off."
Olive chuckles from the backseat and Stiles looks at her with narrow eyes. She shrugs and he rolls his eyes.
"I was exonerated," Derek says looking to Stiles who just scoffs.
"You're a person of interest."
"An innocent person."
"An- you?! Yeah right!" Stiles responds, laughing. Derek looks back to Olive who smirks as Derek rolls his eyes and looks back to Stiles.
"Would you rather her do it?" Derek gestures back to Olive whose eyes flicker again and Stiles sighs.
"Okay, fine, what's your plan?"
"...to distract her," Derek says matter-of-factly.
"Uh-huh, how? By punching her in the face?" Stiles mocks, fake growling.
"By talking to her," Derek reiterates, raising an eyebrow at Stiles, who scoffs again.
"Alright, fine, give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?" Derek stays silent as Stiles looks at him, patience growing thin for the both of them.
"Dead silence, that should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"
"I was thinking about punching you in the face," Derek says as Olive pats them both on the shoulder.
"Okay! Derek will distract the lady at the front desk while Stiles and I get the keys and find Isaac, okay?" She looks between the two of them and nods. "Okay, now get out of the car."
The three get out of the car, Derek marching straight in to talk to the officer while Stiles and Olive sit in the entranceway.
"Good evening how can I help...you," The officer fumbles over her words as Derek smiles at her as the two exchange hellos.
"I've got a question, uh, I'm sorry, I'm a little-- a little thrown. I wasn't expecting someone-" Stiles and Olive peek their heads out from behind the door not-so-inconspicuously trying to hear the conversation.
"Like me?" The officer says, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.
"I was going to say so incredibly beautiful, but yeah I guess that's the same thing," Derek smirks, leaning closer on the counter. Stiles rolls his eyes as Olive grabs his arm, leading him into the office.
Stiles makes a bee-line for the box as Olive stumbles into the wall, slowly losing her grip on her anchor.
"Stiles, I don't think I can hold this off much longer," She strains, claws digging into her palm.
"What-what happened to your anchor?" Stiles turns around from the box, pulling the door to it off to reveal that it's empty. "Oh no"
"What's oh no, why are you saying oh no," Olive looks up as Stiles turns to her, revealing the box to be empty.
"Come on, come on!" Stiles says, pulling her out of the office and dragging her down the hallway. The two run into a guard and Stiles comes to an abrupt stop, Olive all but falling into his back.
"Oh, I'm sorry I was just looking for my-" Stiles stops when he looks down at the guard's leg, noticing a wound and a trail of blood following him. The three look at each other before Olive's eyes flash, she quickly turns her head, attempting to hide it behind Stiles but it was too late. The man lurched forward, trying to attack Olive as Stiles moved in front of her. Olive grabbed his collar, turning and pulling him away but the man picked her up and dragged her away.
"You're lucky this isn't for you," The man whispered into her ear as he walked her into the room with all of the cells.
"Olive!" She heard Stiles yell from down the hallway.
"Get Derek!" She yelled back as she saw Stiles turn on his feet and run to the front desk.
Olive's eyes flashed yellow again and her claws grew from her nails. There was no stopping it this time, but maybe she didn't have to. She scratched the man's head and he dropped her onto the floor, stumbling back into the room holding his head. Her fangs flashed, and she stood mid-transformation, looking at the cell. The door had been torn off. She and the man exchanged glances before Isaac, who was now fully transformed, tackled the man onto the desk in the room. Isaac began to fight him as she scooted away, hiding behind the desk. He tossed the man around the room, causing him to pass out and fall limp on the floor.
That's when he turned to Olive.
He came at her as she growled, now fully transformed. No trace of their human selves was conscious, if they were they probably wouldn't be about to tear each other's heads off. The sound of glass breaking caught both of their attention. There Derek stood over the broken syringe of wolfsbane. The betas growled at him and he returned it tenfold. Eyes glowing red and fangs baring. The two cowered in the corner, back to their normal selves as Derek looked between them.
"How did you do that?" Stiles said from the doorframe.
"I'm the alpha."
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