Lost Inside (Teen Wolf Season 3a)

2: Defense Mechanism

"Isaac, I'm going with you." I state.

"No, T, you need a break. Go with Scott." He argues.

"Isaac, I'm going. Vernon is more important."

"T, go with Scott or stay home. You aren't coming with me."

"You need a break too!"

"Somebody has to look for them!"

"Then let me Isaac!"

"No, it's too dangerous."

"If it's too dangerous, why the hell are you going. Don't even say that it's only dangerous for me. Last time I checked, I'm stronger than all of you. Even Derek. So if it's gonna be too dangerous for me, it'll be a hell of a lot worse for you."

"I'm still going T, but you've been looking harder than any of us. Take a break." I blow hot air through my nose.

"Fine, just promise me that you aren't going alone."

"Okay, I won't."

***Teen Wolf Credits***

I relax in the back seat of Stiles' jeep. I stare out the window hoping for any signs of Vernon or the Alphas. My heart beats steady and jumps every now and then. I stare at a tree with their triskele carved into it. My heart stops completely.

"TJ, you okay?" Scott asks looking back at me. I tear my gaze away from the tree and meet his concerned eyes. I nod.

"I'm fine. Just not used to leaving town." I nod again.

"Hey, you didn't have to come."

"Yes I did, I'm your girlfriend, you need more support than your scrawny, sarcastic, Adderral addicted, best friend. Plus someone who isn't petrified of needles." I state squeezing his hand which tangled with mine moments before. Stiles looks in the rear view mirror at me.

"I'm not scrawny, I'm just fragile." He points out.

"Eyes on the road Stiles." I order. Scott looks at me concerningly again. I nod again and I relax back into the seat. I close my eyes and stare at the pictures dancing across my lids. Scott's thumb runs over my knuckles before he lets go of my hand. Not even a second later, I pop up in between the seats. "Remind me why I'm coming with you dorks again?"

"Support." Stiles mutters.

I punch his shoulder and remain in between the seats. I kiss Scott's cheek and my vision goes white.

Scott's feet pound against the ground. He slides to a stop at the doors and flings then open. He takes off running again. Scott turns around quickly and runs the other direction, back through the doors, down the stairs, into the woods. He jumps over roots and ducks under limbs and branches. Scott keeps looking ahead. He stops by a bush and runs his hands through it. When he pulls apart the branches and looks down, his heart falls apart. My body, in the bush, body slashed and beat all to hell.