The Strawberry Blonde~~Lydia Martin

2.2.3

I grunt and groan as Stiles talks on the phone with Scott. Derek was with him. The plan was, Scott was gonna stay at Isaac's, which they were there to investigate something and I was gonna go with Stiles and Derek and Derek was gonna help keep me in control, just like he promised he would. Not that he told them that, he just said he was gonna help me.

We start heading to Isaac's house and I start getting a call from Allison. I hand it to Stiles so he can answer. "Hey, did you slow him down?" Stiles wonders, talking about the hunter. "You could say that" Allison says and I could tell she was smiling. "All right, well, we're headed to the station right now" Stiles informs her.

"We?? As in you and Alex. The new werewolf that's currently shifting? And where's Scott?" Allison starts questioning. "Isaac's. And don't worry, we've got Alexis" Stiles assures her. "Okay, well does Scott have a plan?" She wonders. "Yeah, but not a very good one. And unfortunately we don't really have time to come up with anything better." Stiles hangs up and turns to look at me.

"How are you doing?" He worries. "Why does it hurt so much?" I growl out, holding my head in pain. "Because, things are shifting and transforming around in your body so you turn into a creature of the night." Stiles explains and I grunt again. We reach the station as Stiles continually glances worriedly at me as well as the full moon that was getting higher and higher.

Derek opens the car door, chains in his hand. "Help me" He tells Stiles and they quickly put me in the back, chaining me up. "This isn't gonna hurt my Jeep is it?" Stiles complains right as my claws start digging into the leather seats. "Get over it" They climb into the front seats.

"Now, Alex, listen to me, there are different ways to control your shift during a full moon. One way was how I was taught, you learn a mantra. Or, you find an anchor. Something that keeps you human" Derek explains seriously. "I don't want to learn some stupid mantra" I growl out.

"Anchor it is." Stiles nods. "Think of something, anything that comes to mind. Someone that's really important in your life. Someone that keeps you sane, keeps you in control" Derek explains. I start thinking over things as my claws sink deeper. "I don't know!" I exclaim with a growl. "Derek, it's not working, You got anything else?" Stiles panics. "Shh" Derek says.

"Alex, think of memories that mean something to you. It can be recent or things from in your past. Anyone that's ever meant something to you" My breathing starts to slow down as memories pop in my head. Soon, I'm taking deep breaths and my claws go back in. Derek and Stiles sigh in relief. "Who'd you think of?" Stiles wonders. I look up at them with a smile. "Danny" I tell them and Stiles nods. "The kid that checked me out?" Derek asks in disbelief. "He's my best friend and has been there for me ever since I've moved here." I defend him and Derek shakes his head.

"Okay, now, onto saving Isaac." We all turn to look into the big windows of the sheriff's station. "Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office. The problem is getting in past the front desk." Stiles explains. "I'll distract her" Derek says easily, moving to get out of the car. Stiles stops him from going far though, grabbing him by the shoulder.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa...You? You're not going in there." Derek continues to look between Stiles' hand and his face with a pointed look. "I'm taking my hand off" Stiles quickly moves his hand off of Derek's shoulder. "I was exonerated" Derek reminds him. "You're still a person of interest" "An innocent person" Derek adds.

"An-...you? Yeah, right!" Stiles laughs incredulously as Derek continues to give him a look. "Okay, fine. What's your plan?" Stiles gives in. "To distract her" Derek answers with a duh tone. "Well, good luck with that hot shot. I bet you get all the ladies" Derek sends me a glare. "How?" Stiles asks, obliviously and we both turn to look over at him. "By punching her in the face?" Stiles grunts.