Don't Give Up on Me

07

Ania, who was patrolling, heard sounds that concerned her and went to investigate.

Scott and Stiles saw her and pulled her inside the school.

"Lock it, lock it!" Scott cried, pulling Ania into the school.

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles shot back.

"Grab something!" Ania yelled.

"What?"

"Anything!" Scott replied as Stiles started going outside. "No."

"Stiles, no, don't!" Ania cried.

"Run!" Scott told him. "Stiles! Stiles!"

Stiles ran back into the school with the bolt cutters and we closed the door and Stiles used the bolt cutters to hold it.

Ania glared at her brother. "That was incredibly stupid. You could've gotten killed!"

Stiles grinned. "But I didn't."

"Stiles, don't."

Scott glanced back at the door. "That won't hold, will it?"

Stiles shook his head. "Probably not."

Scott shined his flashlight on something. "The desk."

They heard a loud growl and ran into an open classroom. They pushed a desk in front of the door, causing a loud screeching sound.

After a moment, Scott said, "Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out."

"I know," Stiles replied before narrowing his eyes. "It's your boss."

"What?"

"Deaton? The Alpha? Your boss."

"No."

"Yes, murdering, psycho werewolf."

"That can't be."

Stiles let out a scoff. "Oh, come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air. That's not convenient timing?"

"It's not him."

Stiles looked at his sister sympathetically. "He killed Derek."

Ania shook my head. "No, he didn't. My chest hurts, but I don't feel like I'm dead or dying. Yes, Stiles, that mate thing you read about is real."

"No, Derek's not dead," Scott agreed. "He can't be dead."

Stiles looked between them. "Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next."

"Stiles! Shut up!"

Scott took a moment to collect himself. "Okay. Just -- what do we do?"

Stiles took a quick moment to think. "We get to my Jeep, we get out of here, we think of something for Ania, you seriously think about quitting your job, good?"

Scott attempted to open one of the windows and groaned in frustration.

"No, they don't open," Stiles said. "The school's climate-controlled."

"Then we break it," Scott reasoned.

"Which will make a lot of noise."

"Then, uh, then we run really fast." He peeked outside. "Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?"

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

Ania lifted her head slightly to see out the window. "It's bent."