RENEGADE | "You wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody." - Big Red Machine
In which Ainsley Dunbar transfers to a new school and learns secrets about her new friends, her town, and herself.
Teen Wolf
Seasons One to Six
Stiles Stilinski x O...
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"There's a ghost upon the moor tonight, now it's in our house. When you walked into the room just then, it's like the sun came out." ---
"Wake up!" I shout over Derek's unconscious body, raising my hand to slap him as hard as I can across the face. I'm not sure if I have the strength in me right now to hit him hard enough to actually wake him up, but I've done it before, and he needs to wake up. "Wake up, come on!"
I raise my hand and slap him a few more times. Finally, I draw my hand back, making a fist. I prepare for the pain before I even know it's going to happen, but before my fist can connect with his face, his hand shoots up, catching it. I sigh out in relief.
"Where is she?" Derek asks immediately.
"Jennifer?" I ask breathlessly. "Gone, with Scott's mom."
"She took her?" Derek asks.
"Yeah, and if that's not enough of a kick to the balls, Scott left with Deucalion, okay?" Stiles continues, sounding anxious. I don't blame him – I'm freaking out, too. "So, we gotta get you out of here. The police are coming right now, and we gotta get you the hell out of here –"
I muster all my strength and yank Derek up from his position laying on the floor. "What about Cora?" Derek asks, eyes surprised by my sudden strength.
"Isaac and Allison got her away from here with Peter," Stiles says. "Look, you go to her, we'll hold off the cops."
Derek gets up, feeling around in his pockets for his car keys. Once he finds them, he nods to us, which I know is his way of saying thank you, before taking off. Sirens approach in the distance and Stiles and I exchange a glance before walking toward the emergency room entrance.
---
After answering countless questions about what happened, trying to elongate our story to make the police have to stay here longer, I lean back against the wall of the emergency waiting room, my hand resting against my bruising throat. I'm tired, my throat aching where Jennifer held the garrote, and I'm also a bit hungry, so I'm pretty sure anything could put me in a bad mood at this point.
"Oh, just perfect," I hear Stiles mutter.
I turn to look at him, then follow his gaze down the hallway. There are a ton of police personnel, hospital officials, and FBI standing at the end of the linoleum hallway. My insides twist as I catch sight of one of the two suited figures standing there.
Here comes the bad mood, and it is not going to be pretty.
The two suits seem to spot Stiles and me, and they part ways with who they were previously talking to and make their way over to us. My shoulders go rigid and I lock my jaw, nostrils already flaring in disgust.
