Strangest of Places || Teen Wolf

S3x03.5 - Fireflies || Part Two

RAEGAN MCCALL

"These are ultrasonic emitters," Chris said, planting a long, skinny silver stake into the ground. "It's one of the tools we use to corral werewolves, pushing them into a direction we want them to run. Gives off a high-pitched frequency that only they can hear." Chris pushed down on the top and a light came on.

"God, no kidding!" Isaac cried out, making us all turn to see the three werewolves holding their ears in pain.

Chris just chuckled and turned the emitter off. He led us over to his trunk and began passing them out to everyone but Sammy and me.

"Hey, what gives? How come Sammy and I don't get emitters?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"You two are too slow, you won't be able to keep up with the werewolves and you'll get killed. You'll be staying in the car with me," Chris answered.

"Okay, I did not work my ass off by getting trained in kickboxing and hunting for this!" Sammy groaned. "Rae and I can handle it."

"She's right," I said. "We may be a little slow, but we can manage."

"You guys aren't even giving us the chance to prove ourselves!" Sammy huffed.

"Sammy," Scott said, his voice still a little strained from the emitters. "There's still a chance that you might get hurt and I don't know what I would do with myself if you actually did. It's just a different world out there."

"A world that you're not even letting me see!" Sammy fought back. "I'm not letting you do everything by yourself. Not again. Besides, I can take care of myself. I'm a lot tougher than I look."

"I know you are. There's just too much of a risk for you," Scott said. Sammy rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed of Scott right now. "Besides, I can't let my Boy Meets World and Friends viewing buddy get hurt. I need to watch it with someone."

"Fine! But I'm helping you next time! No excuses!" Sammy groaned, getting into the car.

I eyed Isaac, willing for him to defend me and he, thankfully, got the message. "Rae's pretty fast," he offered, lamely.

"Sure, but what happens if she gets left behind?" Chris asked.

"I'll protect her."

"No, Isaac," Scott said. "I don't want to take any chances."

"But-"

Scott cut me off. "Just stop, Rae. You're not going. You can help Chris," he added enthusiastically, as if he was trying to bargain with a child.

"Whatever," I mumbled, crossing my arms.

"These are gonna drive them to the school?" Derek asked, eyeing the emitters in his hands.

Chris nodded. "And then it's up to you to get them into the basement."

"Does anyone else want to rethink the plan where we just, uh, kill 'em?" Isaac asked.

"It's going to work," Scott assured. "It'll work."

ADLINE LAHEY

"You didn't have to follow me home," Lydia said. After we had found Lydia at the pool with a bloody, dead body, Stiles offered to take her home--and by offer, I mean, we basically followed her back to her house.

"I just wanted to make sure you got in okay," Stiles protested.

"I had a police escort," Lydia pointed out.

"I know the inner working of that force, all right? They're not nearly as as reliable as people think," Stiles argued.

"Well, you also didn't have to follow me into my room," Lydia countered.