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Olive sighed as she returned to her room, glass of water in hand as she sat at the edge of her bed. She glanced at the homework she'd abandoned on her bed and closed her chemistry book, packing it up in her bag and downing the last of her water before crawling into bed. She cozied up to her pillows, already feeling sleep ready to overtake her and feeling more than prepared to get a good night's sleep for the first time in a while. And so she did, letting herself drift off to sleep which is where she'd stay for the remainder of the evening.
Or so she thought. What she hadn't taken into account was the unfortunate probability of supernatural mishaps that happen constantly in this town, so when she was rudely awakened by pounding on her bedroom door, she was less than pleased. She groaned as she kicked the covers off, padding her way to her door and opening it, the light causing her to squint.
Isaac would've thought this was adorable if he weren't so worried about her. She looked to be fine, just... asleep? He and Scott had been blowing up her phone all night, hell even Derek called her a few times, but she hadn't picked up so Isaac got his ass to the apartment to make sure she wasn't wherever Stiles was. Thankfully, she was not.
"What the hell have you been doing?" He asked, admittedly a little panicked. Olive knitted her eyebrows together, wiping her eyes and blinking at him a few times.
"Sleeping. What the hell have you been doing?" Her tone was sarcastic, but Isaac's expression didn't waver, he just stared at her, waiting for an answer. "What?"
"Have you not been getting my calls?" Isaac tilted his head and Olive rose an eyebrow, shaking her head slightly.
"No," She said, worry now lacing her voice. She moved to her dresser, motioning for Isaac to follow her. "What happened, is everything okay?"
"Not particularly," Isaac sighed as Olive gave him a worried look before grabbing her phone off the dresser but it didn't turn on right away. She looked down at it with furrowed eyebrows.
"It's off," She turned to Isaac, who looked just as confused as she did. "I never turn my phone off. I didn't turn it off."
"Then how did it-"
"I don't know, I was doing homework and it was on, I remember because Allison texted me saying she wouldn't be home," Olive stared down at her phone, scrolling through the messages, her eyes widened as she read the messages that her friends had been blowing her up with. "Sleepwalking? Oh my god, is he okay, did you find him yet?"
"He's fine, they found him before I came up here. They're taking him to the hospital now," Isaac nodded and Olive let out a sigh of relief. She looked down at her phone, noticing a string of voicemails from an unknown number. She tilted her head, pressing play. As soon as she did, a man speaking Japanese played through her phone over static. She looked over at Isaac with knitted brows and wide eyes.
"Who is that?" He moved closer to her, looking at the phone over her shoulder and she shook her head.
"Would this be a bad time to make a 'this is not what it looks like' joke?" She looked at him, a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth and Isaac rolled his eyes, taking the phone from her. "What do you know Japanese all of a sudden too?"
"No, I just thought that- I don't know," He laughed lightly, setting her phone down on the dresser.
"We can figure it out in the morning, I think tonight has been a little too eventful," She smiled lightly, shaking her head and sitting down on her bed. Isaac rose an eyebrow.
"You mean, the night you slept through?" He tilted his head and Olive rolled her eyes.
"I wasn't just talking about me," She put her hands up in defense as Isaac shook his head.
"Ya know, since I'm already here..." He trailed off, folding his hands behind his back and kicking the carpet with his foot. Olive bit back the grin that was spreading onto her face as she shook her head.
"It would be just terrible to have to go those two blocks down to Scott's house, huh?" She put her hand over her heart, feigning pity as Isaac shook his head. She rolled her eyes lightly, gesturing to her bed, causing Isaac to grin, kicking off his shoes and flopping onto it. She laughed as she got comfortable, Isaac doing the same before they both drifted off to sleep for the few hours they could salvage before they had to get up for school.
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The sun shone through the window as the shrill sound of Olive's alarm blared through her phone. She groaned, freeing herself from Isaac's arms and rolling over to turn it off. As she did, she sat up, rubbing her eyes and sighing as she looked over at Isaac, who pouted as he sat up.
"What's wrong now?" She rose an eyebrow and Isaac shook his head.
"We gotta get more sleep," He sighed, tossing his legs over the side of the bed and standing, reaching for his shoes.
"I agree," She nodded, grabbing her clothes and changing, proceeding to get ready for school.
As soon as they arrived, they went to Mr. Yukimura's room. He was the only teacher who knew about what was really going on in this town, so they figured they could trust him to decode the voicemails. He leaned against his desk as Olive and Isaac stood before him, playing the recordings from Olive's phone. Mr. Yukimura nodded as the voice came through the phone.
"Well, you're right it is Japanese. Who left this on your phone?" He looked at Olive with furrowed eyebrows and she just shrugged.
"I don't know, all the messages are the same and they all say Blocked ID," She shook her head as she looked at her phone in his hands.
"Can you translate it?" Isaac asked, eyebrows furrowed and Ken nodded.
"Mostly," He lifted the phone up to his ear to hear it better and nodded as the words came through. "The man speaking is giving instructions, actually. The first line is 'All evacuees are required to stay at least 10 feet back from outside fences.'" Ken nodded as he looked at the two teens in front of him, both looking even more confused than before.
"What does that mean? What fences?" Isaac asked, looking between Olive and Mr. Yukimura.
"Fences surrounding a Japanese internment camp during World War II. After Pearl Harbor, Japanese Americans were rounded up and put into camps. This man is reading instructions to prisoners upon their arrival," He says as he stops the voicemail, handing Olive her phone back.
"Where does something like this even come from? And why do I have it?" Olive sighs, putting her phone back into her bag and looking up at Ken, who shrugs.
"I have no idea because it's fake," He said, causing the two wolves to look up at him with knitted brows. "It mentions the name of the internment camp as 'Oak Creek.' There was no internment camp named Oak Creek in California," He shook his head as Olive let out a breath, turning to Isaac who looked just as clueless as she was.
After that not-so-helpful session with Mr. Yukimura, Olive went throughout the school day as normal, meeting up with Scott, who offered to take her to visit Stiles later that evening, but she had to decline, already having plans with Isaac. She ended up finding Lydia in the hallway closer to the end of the day and walking with her to her locker. Olive opened the door of her locker, taking her chemistry book out, and replacing it with her algebra book. As she set the book down Lydia jumped, as if she'd just slammed the book into her ear.
"Hey, are you okay?" Olive turned to her, eyebrows furrowed and Lydia nodded, staring off into the distance.
"Yeah, just a little sensitive to sounds today," She mumbled, watching the doors at the end of the hall, as if she were expecting someone to enter them. Olive's face softened, nodding as she closed her locker, causing Lydia to jump again.
"Sorry," Olive said, almost in a whisper. She sighed, turning her body to align with Lydia's. "Hey, uh, they're gonna be running tests on Stiles pretty much all afternoon, I know Scott is going to visit him around 6, I'm sure you're welcome to go," Lydia's gaze didn't falter from the end of the hallway as she shook her head, taking a deep breath before she answered.
"No I think I should just go home," She said, mumbling again, and Olive nodded as Lydia walked down toward the end of the hallway she'd been staring at. She watched her with a confused look on her face, turning to go to her last class of the day.
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Once Olive and Isaac had arrived back at the apartment Olive could already sense something was off. Isaac was quiet, and when he was answering her, it was in a short, dry, one-worded response. She looked over at him from her place at the table and his nose was buried in his chemistry book. Something was definitely up.
"Are protons really that interesting?" She asks, attempting to lighten the mood but Isaac just looks up at her and then back down at the book. She furrows her eyebrows, picking up her pen and writing down the answer to another math problem. She sighed, glancing back up at him and then back down at her homework. Another hour of this and she would probably run her head through the wall. "Okay, what's wrong?"
Isaac looked up at her, eyebrows furrowed as he watched her shut her books and drop her pen. He shrugged, looking back down at his book and Olive scoffed.
"What is the matter with you?" She asked, causing Isaac to frustratedly close his book.
"I'm trying to get this done and you won't stop asking me what's wrong, that's what's the matter with me," He was stern, but he wasn't yelling. Olive kinda wished he was yelling cause this is kind of worse.
"I'm sorry," She mumbled, shaking her head and opening her book again.
"Thanks," He said sarcastically, turning his book back to the page he was reading before.
"No," She shook her head, causing Isaac to look up at her with a raised eyebrow. "You don't get to talk to me like that if you're not gonna tell me what's wrong."
"I just told you-"
"No, you didn't. You gave me some half-assed excuse so you wouldn't have to tell me what's really wrong, so tell me what's up. Is it your grades? Cause if you need help I can-"
"No, it's not my grades," He rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to his book.
"Okay then what's wrong, why are you mad?"
"Can we not do this right now?"
"What are we doing? Isaac, I don't know what's going on and I can't fix it if you don't tell me!" She shook her head, folding her hands on top of her homework and Isaac huffed, closing his book and copying her actions.
"Why didn't you answer your phone last night?" He asked and Olive furrowed her eyebrows.
"It was off, weren't you here when we made that discovery?" She tilted her head slightly and Isaac shook his.
"It was really off? Why was it off?"
"I don't know, Isaac, ask my phone," She gestured to the spot where it was laying on the table and Isaac rolled his eyes. Olive shook her head, laughing lightly. "This is bullshit why are you this upset?"
"Because I was going out of my fucking mind when you weren't answering all for your phone just to be off? I mean-"
"Hold on," She held her hand up, stopping him from continuing. "Are you mad at me because my phone was off last night? Cause you seemed to have been fine when we went to bed, even this morning you were fine so what changed all of a sudden?"
"I was just thinking about it earlier. You could've been actually hurt and we wouldn't have known, I couldn't have-"
"Protected me?" She folds her arms over her chest and Isaac meets her gaze. "Are we really circling back to this because I am so tired of fighting about it?"
"About what?"
"The root of all of our problems, Isaac. You treat me like a child that can't go unsupervised for 5 minutes," She sighs and Isaac narrows his eyes at her. "I understand that the thought of me getting hurt scares you because if the roles were reversed I would feel the exact same way- hell I do! But this is getting so annoying. I am a werewolf, just like you, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, okay?"
"I'm sorry for not wanting my girlfriend to get hurt, I just thought that was kind of a general rule," He gestures to the table and Olive rolls her eyes.
"I'm not saying you should be sorry, I'm just asking you to have a little faith in me," She lets out a frustrated sigh as Isaac shakes his head.
"I do have faith in you, okay? I worry about you too, though, because if you ever got hurt, like really hurt, I don't know what I would do with myself. So yeah, I'm gonna do everything in my power to make damn sure that doesn't happen. Ever. End of story," Isaac shakes his head, running a hand through his hair, and Olive chuckles dryly. "What?"
"I am not made of glass. I'm not like Lydia or Allison. I can heal, I'm strong and powerful. But when say that, when you make it seem like I don't have the capabilities to make sure I don't get hurt, it makes me feel weak. Like I can't handle a little bit of pain! Ever since I evolved you've been treating me like the fact that I died makes me fragile, or incapable of staying alive. I don't see it that way. I like to think that I'm a survivor, like I fought my way through it and I came out the other end better than before. I love the way that you want to protect me, I do, and I think that it's one of your best qualities. But you hover and you put me in this bubble and when you do it discredits everything that I just said!" She sighs, not looking him in the eyes, just staring directly at the table. She hadn't realized she started yelling, but when she did she took a second to calm herself, taking a deep breath. "Because if the person I love the most out of everyone doesn't see it the same way then maybe it's not true."
Isaac stared at her, having trouble finding the words to rebuttal. He sighed, closing his eyes for a minute and then opening them again to find her staring at him, waiting for a response. She shifted on her feet and Isaac opened his mouth to respond when his phone rang. They both looked at it, in its position on the table in front of him. Both of them just stared at the phone, like it was going to pick itself up. Isaac seemed to have remembered that isn't how phones work because just before it was about to go dead he picked it up.
"Um, hello?" He stammered, sighing as he brought the phone to his ear. His expression changed, however, once Scott had started talking, explaining what happened at the hospital. Isaac's wide eyes met Olive's and she furrowed her eyebrows, not wanting to eavesdrop on his calls. Isaac gestured to his ear and Olive focused in on the call.
"And-and then the power went out and now he's gone, Isaac. He's just gone! And there's a livewire, it detached right from the roof, me and Derek saw it, right in front of us. We need your help, bring Olive too, if you can. I'm trying to get ahold of Allison and Lydia, I don't know where they are. Maybe Olive can-" Scott ranted on the phone and Olive nodded, texting Allison right away. She grabbed her bag and her keys as Isaac hung up the phone and they headed for the car.
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