𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

Unbreakable Code

I

"Jesus, could this thing go any slower?" Stiles comments as he paces inside the elevator, watching the number rise before it finally slides open.

He squeezes between two doctors and moves toward the windows of Lydia's room but his dad grabs him. "You know what, it's a good thing we're in a hospital because I'm going to kill you."

"I'm-I'm sorry. I lost the keys to my jeep. We had to run all the way here," Stiles says as both of us try to catch our breath.

"Stiles, I don't care!"

"Is she gonna be okay?"

Noah glances over his shoulder. "They don't know, partially because they don't know what happened. She lost a lot of blood, but there's something else going on with her."

"What do you mean?" Stiles stammers.

"The doctors say it's like she's having an allergic reaction. Her body keeps going into shock"

Her body's rejecting the bite.

"Did you see anything at all?" Noah questions, "Any idea who or what attacked her?"

Stiles and I both shake our heads. "What about Scott? Did he see anything?"

"What do you... Is he not here?"

"What are you talking about? I've been calling him on his cell phone, but there's no response." I glance at Jackson who shrugs at us.

"Yeah, you're not gonna get one."

II

"Hey, it's Wes... again. I just wanted to make sure you're alright, uh," My voice fades, unsure what to say. "God, I shouldn't have let you go, I should have stayed with you, I should have—"

A short beep cuts me off, "Dammit."

I twist on the faucet and splash cold water onto my face before gazing up at the mirror. My shirt's untucked, my tie's hanging loosely around my neck, my hair is back to its usual wavy mess, and my dad's coat is freezing to death in the back of Stiles' abandoned jeep. I rub my eyes and then dry my hands before exiting the restroom.

"No answer?" Jackson asks from his chair.

"No."

"I'm sure everything is fine and—"

"Why do you even care?"

"Wes, let's go." Stiles drags me away from him and down the hallway. "Listen I think Kate is the one who burned the Hale house down."

"What?"

"Hey, where are you two going?"

"To find Scott."

"But you don't have your car and you left yours at the dance," Jackson says, pointing between us.

"We're aware of that, thank you."

"I'll drive, come on," Jackson says, placing his hand on Stiles' shoulder only for him to immediately push him away.

"Look just because you feel guilty all of a sudden doesn't make it okay, alright. Half of this is your fault."

"Look, I have a car. Neither of you does. Do you want my help or not?"

He was right and as much as I hate to admit it, we needed his help. Stiles and I shared a glance. "Did you bring the Porsche?"

"Yeah," Jackson says, digging out his keys.

"Good. I'm driving." Stiles yanks the keys out of his hand and as soon as we turn to start down the hall again, Argent and two of his hunters stop us.

"Boys." He greets us with a friendly smile. "I was wondering if you could tell me where Scott McCall is."

"Scott McCall? Haven't seen him since the dance. Wes, you?"

"Nope," I say, trying to keep composure.

"Jackson?"

I turn to look at him to see that he's desperately trying to choke out a response. "I.....uh....."

"Oh, for the love of God." Stiles breathes out.

Out of nowhere they grab us and throw us into the morgue room. I practically land on Jackson, making me wince.

Argent locks the door behind him before yanking me up by my shirt and slamming me against the wall. One of the other hunters holds Stiles beside me, while the other holds a terrified Jackson to the side.

"I thought I could trust you to protect my daughter, Wesley, and I made myself very clear about what would happen if you failed to do that?"

"Wait, is she okay? Did—" He pushes me into the wall harder, making me grunt before he raises a fist.

I brace for his hit, but he lets out a sharp breath and lowers it. "Where is Scott McCall?"

No answer.

"Let me ask you two something. Have you ever seen a rabid dog?

"No, but I'll put it on my to-do list if you let me go."

Argent then turns to me. "What about you, huh?"

"No."

"Well I have and there's only one thing I've ever been able to compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on the night of a full moon. Do you want to know what happened?" Argent asks, looking between us.

"Not really, no offense to your storytelling skills"

"He tried to kill me and I was forced to put a bullet in his head. The whole while that he lay dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me, still trying to kill me, like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can either of you imagine that?"

"No, but it sounds like you could be more selective—" Argent slams his hands on either side of Stiles, becoming more annoyed by his comments.

"Did Scott try to kill either of you on the last full moon? Did you have to lock him up?"

"Yeah, we did. Stiles had to handcuff him to a radiator."

"Why? Would you prefer we locked him in a basement and burned the house down around him?" Stiles adds, becoming angry.

Argent gives a knowing smile, loosening his grip on Stiles. "I hate to dispel a popular rumor, but we never did that."

"Oh, right. Derek said you had some kind of code. I guess no one ever breaks it."

"Never," Argent confirms, looking away.

"Well, what if someone did?"

"Someone like who?"

"Your sister."

-edited