season 2, episode 2: shape shifted

"And if you look close enough, his jaw line's kind of uneven."

DAYS HAD PASSED since the police and Stiles and Y/n had found Lydia in the woods, naked. Currently, in the halls of Beacon Hills High School, the most known trio of the town found themselves walking in the boys locker room, lacrosse bags over their shoulders. Of course, none of the boys questioned why Y/n was in the locker room since she was the coach's daughter and the only girl on the team.

As they were walking inside, Scott was trying to convince Stiles to not lock him up as the full moon was coming later that night. However, Stiles wasn't having it, even if Scott claimed he had a bit more control, especially since everything was good with his girlfriend.

When Y/n asked if Stiles got something other than handcuffs, the brown eyed boy opened up his locker, chains suddenly falling to the floor, causing everyone to look over at them. Even Coach Finstock slowly walked towards them, staring curiously at the chains as they all fell down to the floor.

"Part of me wants to ask. The other part of says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So... I'm gonna walk away." Coach announces.

Stiles nods. "Wise choice, Coach."

While he walks off, Y/n gives her father a tight smile before her and the boys are kneeling down, starting to pick up the chains. Scott's head suddenly snaps up, his brown eyes glowing it's usual gold before it turns back to normal. The other two look up at their best friend, noticing he was glancing around.

"You okay?" Y/n questions.

"There's another. In here, right now." Scott reveals.

"Another what?" Stiles asks.

"Another werewolf." Scott replies.

* * *

After that, the trio found themselves out on the lacrosse field, trying to come up with an idea on who the second werewolf could be. When Stiles suggested for Scott to go one on one with the other werewolf and Scott agreed, Y/n found herself rushing to her father and soon rushing back to her best friends with lacrosse gear in her hand that the goalie wears.

Stiles seemed to know what she was getting at, but Scott was a bit more delusional about it. Neither of the two had time to explain when Coach called everyone to get into line. Scott rushed to the goal while Stiles and Y/n got into line. As practice started, Scott kept running away from the net and tackling the players that ran forward down to the ground before sniffing them in hopes of them being the werewolf, but it was never them.

"Y/n, Stilinski, what the hell is wrong with your guys friend?" Coach questions as he marches up to his daughter and Stiles.

"He's failing two classes. He's a little socially awkward." Stiles replies.

"And if you look close enough, his jaw line's kind of uneven." Y/n adds.

"That's interesting." Coach comments, walking off.

Danny was the next person to go and, like before, Scott tackled him down and sniffed him. Jackson was next, but he forfeited, claiming his shoulder was hurting. That left player fourteen who was right in front of Y/n. The sound of heavy breathing, almost like a growling, Y/n's eyes snap to the boy, leaning closer to get a better hearing. Quickly slapping Stiles' shoulder, the brunette looks at her curiously, soon noticing her gaze on player fourteen.

He leans close a bit as well, listening closely to the heavy and quiet growling coming from him. Coach tosses the ball to him and the boy was running forward, Scott doing the exact same thing. Everyone on the field and the bleachers watched as they sprinted and soon tackled into one another, landing on all fours, their eyes trained on each other the entire time. Stiles and Y/n's eyes snapped to their right when they heard footsteps.

In between two of his coworkers, Sheriff Stilinski and the other two walked forward, eyes trained on the two boys on the lacrosse field. Eventually, player fourteen and Coach were led a bit away as the police spoke with the boy while a crowd gathered just a bit near the bleachers. Scott listened to what they were saying while Y/n and Stiles stood next to him.

"His father's dead. They think he was murdered." Scott informs as they watch the police lead the boy away.

"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles asks.

Scott shakes his head. "I'm not sure, why?"

"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours." Stiles explains.

"Like, overnight?" Y/n questions.

"During the full moon." Stiles reminds.

"How good are these holding cells at holding people?" Scott asks.

Stiles sighs. "People, good. Werewolves, probably not that good."

"Guys, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?" Scott recalls, getting nods. "He does."

* * *

The night sky was now out in Beacon Hills as Stiles and Y/n found themselves in Stiles jeep with Derek in front of the police station. The two had been talking to Allison about the boy, who they had learned his name is Isaac Lahey. They found out Chris Argent and Gerard Argent sent a man who was dressed up as a officer to kill Isaac with wolfsbane, but Allison was able to stop him for a bit.

From the jeep, the three could see a female officer through the window by the front desk, meaning one of them would have to distract her so they could pass her. Scott had been taken to the Lahey residence by Derek, where Allison was soon there since with the chains that Stiles had since Scott still couldn't fully control himself.

"Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk." Stiles explains.

"I'll distract her." Derek offers as he goes to leave.

"Woah! You? You're not going in there." Stiles protests while grabbing his arm, causing the man to stare at him with raised brows. "I'm taking my hand off."

"I was exonerated." Derek tells them.

Y/n shakes her head. "You're still a person of interest."

"An innocent person." Derek fires back.

"You? Yeah, right!" Stiles sarcastically replies.

Y/n sighs. "Alright, fine. What's your plan?"

"To distract her." Derek states.

"How? By punching her in the face?" Stiles questions, letting out a pretend-like growl.

"By talking to her." Derek replies as if it was obvious, which it was.

Stiles nods. "Okay. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?"

Instead of replying with actual words, the werewolf of the three only stared at the human in front of him.

"Dead silence. That should work beautifully." Stiles comments. "Any other ideas?"

Derek shrugs. "I'm thinking about punching you in the face."

When the human doesn't say anything, Derek hops out of the jeep and heads inside the station, the teenagers following him. The werewolf was able to distract the officer by trying to flirt with her, keeping a smile on his face. The teenagers were able to rush by them and into the sheriff's office. Stiles checked the lockbox in hopes of seeing the keys inside, but they weren't there. The man must've gotten here just before them. The two humans rushed out and through the halls. Just as they turned the corner, they almost ran into a man wearing a police uniform.

Just as Stiles goes to open his mouth, he stops himself when his brown eyes cast down at the sight of half an arrow lodged into the man's leg. Realizing he's been caught, the man was quick to grab ahold of the boy, covering his mouth as he began to drag him down the hallway. Y/n was quick to rush forward, kicking the man right in the leg where the arrow was, causing him to let out a loud cry of pain, making him let go of Stiles. Y/n helped the boy up to his feet where he then pulled the fire alarm in hopes of getting Derek's attention. The man had rushed into the cell room in hopes of seeing Isaac.

However, the cell door was open, no Isaac in sight. All of a sudden, the said boy, now a werewolf, lunged at the man, making the other two jump back as Stiles pulled Y/n with him behind the desk. Isaac grabbed ahold of the man's arm when he went to stab the wolfsbane into him, practically breaking his arm and then slamming his head into the wall. Derek walked into the room, crushing the syringe full of wolfsbane, causing Isaac to spin around, but his gaze landed on the two humans in the room.

Seeing that he was going to attack them as he stepped in their direction, Y/n thrusted out a hand as she goes to push the desk towards the werewolf, hoping to send him back away from them a bit. However, what neither of them expected was for a red aura to shoot right at Isaac, sending him back against the wall. Derek looks right back at the... human girl, just catching sight of her e/c eyes glowing red before they were back to normal. Even if he was thrown against the wall, Isaac didn't even seem to give up as he lets out a roar, going to lunge at the girl but Derek lets out a roar, his eyes glowing red, making the boy cower back, soon turning back into his normal self.

"How did you do that?" Stiles asks through his pants.

"I'm the Alpha." Derek replies.

Soon enough, Derek had gotten him and Isaac out of the station before the police would find them. The two human teenagers stood in the middle of the room. Y/n was staring at her hands, remembering what happened earlier while Stiles stared at her, glancing between her frightened face and her hands. Noticing her demeanor, he reaches up and cups her cheeks, making her look at him with teary eyes. Just as he opens his mouth, the sound of a throat clearing from the doorway makes them look over, seeing Sheriff Stilinski and two other cops standing there. Even if they were caught, Stiles didn't let go of Y/n.

"Uh, he did it." Stiles speaks up, using a hand to point at the unconscious man on the other side of the room.