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His heavy breathing filled the room when he sat in his chair opposite the table, "Hey Jen, I'm sorry I was late. I-"

"Isaac." He stopped. "It's fine and I really don't care. Now tell me what was so important that I had to miss dinner? They're serving hamburgers today, so this'd better be good."

Isaac rolled his eyes and shook his blonde curls, "It's Stiles. He's coming here." This caught her attention. She had heard of the pale boy, who solved mysteries and saved his friends. From what she had gathered, he was sane enough to avoid Eichen House forever.

"What? Why?" She leaned forward with wide eyes.

"I can't explain it." He motioned towards the camera on the wall with his hand.

She nodded lightly, "So Scott's got his friends into trouble again?"

"Yeah. But this time it's bad. Stiles he- he's not exactly himself right now." Isaac scratched his head, trying to discretely give a hint about the pale boy's condition. "I need you to watch out for him."

"I don't thin-"

"Please," he interrupted. "He needs someone to look after him. Even if he is a pain in my ass."

She looked around the room a sighed, "I'll do what I can. But no promises. Max's been solitary twice in this week already, I'm not exactly the best babysitter. Plus I've got a newbie coming in for a 3 day evaluation today."

He sighed in relief. Stiles was a nuisance at times, but he was still apart of the pack, "Thank you. But if you tell him I asked, I'll kill you myself."

She grinned, "Good luck with that. Did you bring any food?" Every time he visited, Isaac always had a taco or a hamburger in his bag so his sister wouldn't miss dinner. She sighed when he shook his head and looked at the ground.

"Damn, Isaac. You had one job. Anything is better than this flavored powder they feed us. Except the hamburgers. Which, in case you've forgotten, I sacrificed to see you. And brother, I have to say, this doesn't seem to compensate." She finished her rant with a shrug.

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes for what she counted as the millionth time.

Jen in turn rolled her own eyes, "Yeah, keep rolling yours eyes, you might find a brain back there."

"Oh shut up."

"You."

"You first."

"You infinity."

"You-"

Their squabble was interrupted by the creaking of a metal door. In walked Thompson, a cruel guard who seemed to get pleasure in making his presence known at the worst possible moment.

"Lahey. Get up. Let's go." The orderly demanded, his stern facial expression left no room for argument.

She stood slowly. "You could say please," she mumbled and raised her eyebrows.

"Wait Jen. Stiles?" Isaac asked quickly, standing up as she did.

She only nodded as a response. She would watch the skinny boy. But she didn't doubt that sinking feeling in her gut telling her something bad was about to happen. If the sanest person in Beacon Hills could be admitted to Eichen House, who knows what was in store.