Wicked Witchcraft (Stiles Stilinski)

Breathe

"He's not gonna hurt her," Jennifer sighed.

"Shut up," Derek snapped.

"He won't," She turned to Scott. "Scott, you know why. Tell them it's true."

Scott looked down and everyone else looked to him.

"What does she mean?" I asked him.

When he didn't answer, Jennifer rolled her eyes and said, "You're not the only one he wants in his pack, Derek. Deucalion doesn't just want an alpha pack, he wants perfection. That means adding the rarest of alphas to his ranks."

"A true alpha," Peter stated.

"No way," I breathed. Stiles looked over to me, then back at Scott.

"True alpha, what is that?" he asked.

"The kind that doesn't have to steal his power from another," I explained. "One that can rise from the force of his own will." Scott still wasn't making eye contact with anybody.

"Our little Scott," Pete said in a mocking tone.

"It doesn't matter," Scott shook his head, then looked to Jennifer, "We still need to get her out of here."

"Scott, your mom-" Stiles tried.

"My mom said that there's one more ambulance coming in twenty minutes. And I don't think we've been here that long. So if we can get down to the garage, get to the last ambulance, we can get out of here."

"The twins aren't going to let us just walk out," Peter argued.

"I'll distract them," Scott reasoned.

"You mean fight them," Derek corrected.

"Whatever I have to do."

Derek nodded, "I'll help you."

"Uh - sorry, but I'm not going anywhere without you, Derek," Jennifer said.

"You know you really love throwing a wrench in our plans, lady." I commented.

"I'll do it," Peter volunteered. "But I'd prefer to be out there with an advantage."

"Advantage," Stiles started, "Like what? Like a weapon?"

"Something better than a baseball bat."

"Okay, look people. We're in a hospital room, there's gotta be some kind of enhancement - chemical or other - of a sort." I said as I started shuffling through drawers. Everyone else followed suit.

"Wha - okay, how about these?" I look up to see Stiles holding the paddles of a defibrillator.

"Do you know how to use those?" I quirked an eyebrow.

"Well - no."

"Then put them down," Derek told him.

I saw Scott hold up a gigantic needle, and read the label, "Epinephrine?"

"That's only going to make them stronger," I told him, and I saw Peter turn around.

"How strong?"

"Pretty damn strong," I said catching on, and walked over to Scott, "Here, give me the needle."

I walked over to Peter, holding the giant needle in my hand. "Okay, okay, there's a specific way we have to do this. It's different than an EpiPen, so the injection site might actually be different, let me see, we can't do it in the leg if we want to create maximum effect-"

"Oh for the love of God," Peter interrupted my mumblings, "We're on a time crunch, Sweetheart. Get to the point."

"Okay! Okay, there's over twenty major arteries running through the human body, we just need to find one that'll give him the most strength-"