Distance [Derek Hale]

Chapter Twelve

Hearing the sound of a phone blaring, she pulled her mind away from the strange dream she'd conjured and forced herself up. It was nine o'clock at night and she'd gone to sleep at around four in the evening. The one time she had the opportunity to get some sleep and someone had phoned her.

Grabbing onto the hateful object, she quickly answered it and pressed it to her ear, "good morning," she began before realising that it was not the morning, "evening...night?" She changed it and she could basically hear the sigh coming from the other side of the phone.

"Margo, I'm coming to pick you up now. We need to get Isaac out of prison," Stiles hung up before she could even respond and she stared at the device in her hands for a few seconds before groaning. Her arm was killing her and it was freezing.

Climbing out of bed, she grabbed onto a pastel rainbow jumper and a pair of high-waisted mom jeans that were rolled up at the cuffs. Grabbing onto some converse she slipped them on before debating if she'd need a jacket. It was cold but then she also didn't think it could get any colder and she supposed they were in a hurry.

As she got into Stiles' car she looked a mess. Her hair whilst brushed, stuck up in a couple of places and if there was ever an image of someone who'd only just woken up then it was that. Brushing her hair out of her eyes she looked over to Stiles as he began driving. He was in too much of a rush to even stop and look at her for one second.

"So what happened? Who's Isaac?" She asked, ignoring the ache which was throbbing in her arm.

"Okay, so Derek bit Isaac whose in our year group and then Isaac's dad died and they think it's Isaac. Isaac who can't control the shift is now in the station being held overnight," he explained and her brows furrowed as she tried to register what he had said. All she heard was Derek. "There's also a hunter with wolfsbane on his way to kill him."

Pretending that she knew what was going on, she gave a little nod, "so what are we going to do" She asked, and he looked over to her carefully.

"We're gonna break him out."

"Oh... how?"

Before she could get an answer he reached out picking up his phone and dialled a number. He waited for a few seconds before a female 'hey' came from the phone.

"Hey, did you slow him down?" Stiles asked.

"You could say that..."

"All right. Well, uh, I'm headed to the station right now," Stiles admitted.

"Where's Scott?"

"Isaac's."

"Does he have a plan?"

"Yeah, but not a very good one, and unfortunately, we don't really have time to come up with anything better..." Stiles said as he ended the call and tossed it over to Margo who clumsily caught it. She set it down before looking over to Stiles who had his nervous gaze on the face of the full moon.

"Who was that?" She asked.

"Allison."

"Scott's secret girlfriend?" She asked with a yawn and Stiles nodded.

As they got to the station, they saw Derek approaching and Margo sighed before awkwardly climbing into the back seat. He opened the door of the jeep and climbed into the passenger seat so that he could speak to them privately. It felt like a blade had been dug into her heart at the sight of him and it was slowly bleeding until it drowned her soul.

"Okay. Now, the keys to every cell are in a password-protected lock-box in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk," Stiles explained and Margo frowned. Something was missing from that plan.