Love's Spiral

“Stiles!” Spencer whispered, letting go of Scott’s hand. She had told him that she would handle the freaking out Stiles. “Stiles, please slow down.” She begged, jogging to catch up with her friend.

“I’m not dying here. I’m not dying at school.” Stiles insisted.

“No, you’re right. We aren’t going to die. We’re going to get married, have two-point-five kids, and then get a divorce.”

Stiles stopped abruptly and turned to face her. He looked shocked to say the least.

“That’s what you said, right? When you first asked me.”

“It was a joke.” He reassured. “I was saying it as a joke. And I was saying that we wouldn’t get married and divorced.”

“I remember.” Spencer said with a smile.

Stiles looked at her for a second and shook his head. “You devious…” he stopped himself. “You said that so I would stop thinking about this situation. Clever, Garner. Very clever.”

“It worked. You’re a lot calmer now.” Spencer said, with a shrug.

Stiles groaned. “God, what is he doing?” he asked, referring to the alpha. “What does he want?” he threw his hands up in frustration.

Scott joined the two as they resumed walking down the hallway. “Me.” he said. “Derek says it’s stronger with a pack.”

“Yeah, great. A psychotic werewolf who’s into teamwork.” Stiles said, sarcastically. “That’s - that’s beautiful.”

Spencer rolled her eyes, turning her head towards the window. She blinked her eyes a couple times, seeing a shadow across the quad on the opposite roof. Spencer stopped, making Stiles stop.

“Spence, what is it?”

The redhead pointed out the window. “What is that?” She asked, aloud, all too scared of what the answer was going to be.

Scott looked as well.

Then the shadow moved, and it wasn’t just a shadow anymore. The alpha was running across the roof heading in their direction.

Scott grabbed Spencer’s arm and pulled her down the hallway. There was a crash behind the three of them which only made them run faster. They pushed themselves through a door and ran down a couple flights of steps.

Spencer felt like the alpha was right on their tail. She didn’t feel right about it. She tried to control her emotions, but everything going on at one time was just too much for her to handle. Spencer lost track of where she was since she had only been dragged along. She took in their surroundings finding herself in the basement of the school with old lockers that nobody’s used in years. Spencer was pushed against the lockers.

“Scott?” she gasped.

Scott shushed her and peeked around the corner of the lockers.

Stiles was on the other side of the girl. He watched her as she was struggling for her breath. It was weird for him to see her like that. She isn’t normally one to freak out and hyperventilate. Spencer would get scared, but she was able to keep her calm. He looked down at her hand and instantly grabbed it.

Spencer looked down at their now interlocked hands and then up to him.

“We’ll be fine.” Stiles said, as quietly as he could. “We’re gonna get married, right?”

Spencer took in a deep breath, stopping the lump growing in her throat, and nodded her head. The growling was close and it kept getting louder.

Scott turned quickly back around to face forward. He was scared, just as much as his friends were.

Stiles was staring at Scott waiting for directions on what to do.

Scott glanced over at him.

“What?” Stiles demanded, only mouthing his words.

“Go.” Scott mouthed back.

Stiles and Spencer nodded, turning away from Scott and moving in a different direction from which they came. They maneuvered through the tunneling of the basement, Spencer in front of the two boys.

“Alright, we have to do something.” Stiles insisted.

“Like what?” Scott questioned, not knowing how to get them out of this mess. He was new to this werewolf stuff. For a moment, he actually wished that Derek was here and alive.

“I don’t know. Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it. Something.”

The three jumped when they heard glass shattering. The alpha was growling, and it was beginning to sound normal. That scared Spencer.She didn’t mind the wolf stuff, just that the supernatural was starting to feel natural.

The jingle of Stiles’ keys brought Spencer from her mind.

Spencer immediately shushed him, and grabbed the arm he just put in his jacket.

Stiles held up his other hand telling her to wait. “Trust me.” he mouthed.

Spencer nodded and stood back.

Stiles took the keys out of his pocket, jingling them purposefully. He threw his keys into the next room and pushed his friends back into the shadows. Once they saw the alpha run up and into the room, Stiles quickly moved to close the door the werewolf just entered. Scott and Stiles both pushed the desk between the door and the old filing cabinet so it was impossible to open the door. That doesn’t mean that the alpha didn’t try. It was still trying to push the door open, but it wouldn’t budge since it was stuck.

“He can’t…” Scott smiled, with a half-smile, realizing the alpha couldn’t get out. The other teenagers noticed, too, and burst into full smiles.

“Alright.” Stiles said, happily, looking over to Spencer, next to Scott, smiling bigger seeing her smile.

“Now what?” Spencer asked.

“Get across.” Stiles told her. “Come on.” He urged both of his friends.

Spencer looked from Stiles, to the door, and then to Scott.

Scott nodded, gesturing for her to go first.

Spencer took a deep breath and looked at the door one last time before throwing herself across the desk.

Stiles caught her and steadied her on her feet. She held him close and tight for a moment while Scott moved across the desk.

When Scott was over, they all pushed their back against the wall.

Stiles peeked around to look into the small window of the door.

Spencer slapped Stiles’ arm.

Stiles flinched back.

“What are you doing?” she scolded.

“I just wanna get a look at it.” He promised.

“Are you crazy?” Scott asked him.

“Look, it’s trapped okay. It’s not gonna get out.”

“Yeah, it’s trapped. For now.” Spencer clarified. “All powerful alpha will probably find a way out.”

Only Stiles wasn’t buying it.

Spencer’s breath shook as he looked back at the door when the werewolf growled. There was no way that it was happy.

Stiles climbed onto the desk and looked through the square window. He peered the flashlight in before he started to taunt it. “Yeah, that’s right. We got you.” He said.

“Oh, yeah let’s antagonize a large supernatural beast. That always works in the movies.”
Stiles didn’t back off.

“Stiles…” Spencer whimpered.

“Will you shut up?!” Scott warned.

“No.” Stiles defended. “I’m not scared of this thing.” Just as he said it, a large hand banged against the window.

Spencer screamed and Stiles toppled over off of the desk.

Still, Stiles didn’t know when to shut up. “I’m not scared of you.” He informed the alpha. “Alright, ‘cause you’re in there, and we’re out here. You’re not going any…” Stiles never got a chance to finish his sentence before there was a crashing noise overhead. Stiles shined the light on the ceiling. It was bent in a strange ways that it shouldn’t be and tiles were starting to fall down.

“You think we can get out of here now?” Spencer asked.

“Yeah, sounds good.” He said quickly, before pulling her down the hallway back up to the main floor.

“Wait.” Scott said, stopping Spencer by her arm. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Stiles asked, intercepting the question.

“It sounds like a phone.” Spencer said, hearing exactly what Scott did.

“What?”

“I know that ring.” Scott said. “It’s Allison’s phone.”

“Allison?” Spencer exclaimed. “Are you freaking serious? As if tonight couldn’t get any worse.”

“Stiles, give me your phone.” Scott ordered, ignoring Spencer’s remark. He knew that she didn’t approve of Allison for her family, but Allison didn’t know anything about what they were. Scott wasn’t ready for her to find out yet, either.

Stiles pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Scott.

“Scott, you can’t be serious. Call her and tell her to just leave. And then we can shortly follow.” Spencer begged.

Scott started dialing Allison’s phone number.

“Are you just gonna ignore me?” Spencer asked her wolfy friend.

“Stiles?” Allison said, answering her phone.

“No, it’s me.” Scott said. “Where are you?”

“I’m in the school. Looking for you. Why weren’t you at my place?”

Spencer rolled her eyes and turned to face Stiles. “They had a date tonight? And he bailed for this? I mean, I don’t really know Allison that well, but I do know that is a crap boyfriend move.”

“You know, it’d be a lot easier if you could show the kid some support.” Stiles responded.

“He’s dating a werewolf hunter’s daughter. And he just so happens to be a werewolf. How am I supp - ”

Stiles cut her off by grabbing onto the tops of her arms and pulling her into a kiss.

Spencer was shocked for a second, but melted in the next.

“Will you shut up?” Stiles asked when he pulled away.

Spencer nodded her head.

Stiles pulled away, but kept a hold on her hand.

Scott handed Stiles back his phone, breaking up his moment with Spencer. He then pushed through them towards the main part of the school.

“What the hell, Scott?” Spencer asked.

“We’ve got to get to the lobby.”

Spencer groaned, but followed after him anyway. They got to the door leading to the lobby and Scott practically threw himself against the door to open it. It was clear that he was actually worried about Allison. It scared Spencer to think that Scott was this worried about the girl. Sure, she was happy that he had finally fallen in love, but she wished it wasn’t with a hunter’s daughter.

Allison was already in the lobby when they got there. The three approached her, but Spencer stayed behind both boys.

Scott started interrogating her immediately. “Why did you come? What are you doing here?”

“Because you asked me to.” Allison said.

“Scott?” Spencer questioned, hoping that wasn’t actually the case.

“I asked you to?” Scott asked.

Allison looked confused. She pulled out her own phone and showed the three the text message that she had received from ‘Scott’ telling her to meet at the school. “Why do I get the feeling that you didn’t send this message?”

“Because I didn’t.”

Spencer rolled her eyes. “Did you drive here?” She asked Allison.

“Jackson did.” Allison told them nodding.

“Jackson’s here, too?” Scott exasperated.

“And Lydia. What’s going on?” the brunette demanded. “Who sent this text?” The three didn’t have time to answer before her phone rang. She picked it up.

Spencer turned to Stiles. “What are we supposed to do with three uninformed teenagers in the school with a crazy alpha werewolf running around?”

Before Stiles could answer, Lydia and JAckson burst through the side door.

Lydia sighed. “Finally. Can we go now?”

There was a thud heard from overhead.

Spencer looked up at the ceiling and then to Scott.

Scott looked between his best friends and his girlfriend. Scott nodded. “Run!” he said, taking off down the hall.

Lydia stood still, not sure what was going on.

Spencer pushed her forward.

Jackson was a little more resistant.

“Jackson, you better move or be prepared to be punched in the face. Now, go!” she yelled, giving him a hard shove. Spencer was the last one in the room, Stiles standing on the stairs urging her along. Spencer heard the alpha right above her. She quickly moved out of the way and joined Stiles.

Stiles started to pull her along, but she didn’t move.

“Hold on!” she shouted.

“Spencer, that damn thing is about to fall through that ceiling any minute. We are getting out of here!”

“Let me try something, Stiles!” she said, pulling her arm out of his grasp. She took a deep breath, standing on the last stair. She waved a hand in front of her, remembering the barrier spell she had recently learned. As soon as Spencer finished it, the alpha came crashing through the barrier. Her hopes were crushed when the alpha moved forward quickly, shattering the blockade like glass before her eyes. “Well, I’m out of ideas.” She said, breaking into a run, pulling Stiles with her. They caught up to the other teenagers in seconds, just as they were running into the lunchroom.

Jackson and Scott focused on locking the doors and putting a barricade in front of it.

Spencer started to catch her breath, cursing herself. “It should have worked. He’s too powerful, too rabid. This isn’t right.”

Stiles was moving around her, turning in circles. Looking from one side of the room to the side that the others were on.

“Help me get this in front of the door.” Scott said, moving towards the lunch milk cooler.

“Scott, wait, not here.” Stiles said.

Spencer looked up at him and realized why he was protesting staying in this room. She groaned.

“What was that?” Allison cowered. “Scott, what was that?”

“What came out of the ceiling?” Lydia whimpered.

“Will you just help me?” Scott ordered, ignoring their questions. “The chairs, stack the chairs.”

“Guys? Can we just wait a second?” Stiles asked loudly. “You guys, listen to me.”

Spencer rolled her eyes. She found that she was doing that way too much tonight. “Stop trying, Stiles. They’ll realize it eventually.”

Stiles shook his head. “Can we wait a second?”

The others continued trying to move chairs in the way of the door, thinking it would stop anything from getting in.

“Guys? Stiles, talking. Can we hang on one second, please?”

Spencer sighed. “Hey!” she shouted.

The four turned around to face her and Stiles. Spencer looked to Stiles.

Stiles gave her an impressed nod. “Okay, nice work.” He congratulated. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now… What should we do about the twenty foot wall of windows?” he said, gesturing behind him.

Allison was breathing rapidly. “Can somebody please explain to me what’s going on, because I’m freaking out here. And I would really like to know why.” Allison was practically begging Scott to tell her the truth.

Scott didn’t know what to say.

“Scott?”

Scott looked at her a moment longer before walking to the middle of the room. He leaned against a table. He was stressed out. Everyone was relying on him to tell them what to do. He looked to Spencer and Stiles.

Spencer sighed, noticing his trembles. “Somebody killed the janitor.” She said to Allison, Lydia, and Jackson.

“What?”

“Yeah, the janitor’s dead.” Stiles confirmed.

Allison was unconvinced. “What are they talking about? Is this a joke?” she asked.

“What?” Jackson asked. “Who killed him?”

Neither of the three who knew answered. Considering that they didn’t know who it was, only what it was, and they were not about to tell them that.

“No, no, no.” Lydia repeated in denial. “This was supposed to be over. The mountain lion killed - ”

“No, don’t you get it?” Jackson asked her. “There wasn’t a mountain lion.”

“What was it?” Allison cried. “What does he want?” She put her head in her hands and whispered, “What’s happening?”

No one answered again.

“Scott!” She shouted, getting frustrated with the situation. And she wasn’t the only one.

Spencer was frightened, but she wasn’t freaking out about it anymore. She wasn’t dying here. That she knew for sure. She was going to get out with all of her friends in one piece.

“I - I don’t know.” Scott stuttered. “I just…” He trailed off, taking a breath. “If we go out there, he’s gonna kill us.”

“Us?” Lydia asked. “He’s gonna kill us?”

“Who?” Allison questioned. She looked to Stiles and Spencer, knowing she probably wouldn’t get anything from Scott. “Who is it?” She stressed.

Stiles and Spencer looked to Scott. Even they didn’t know what to say.

Scott shook his head and stood up straight. “It’s Derek. Derek Hale.”

Spencer’s eyes instantly shot to Scott, narrowing at him.

Stiles tilted his head with as much shock as Spencer.

Jackson furrowed his brow. “Derek killed the janitor?”

“Are you sure?” Allison asked.

Scott nodded, slowly, looking to Spencer, who was fuming mad. “I saw him.”

Spencer went to lunge at him, but Stiles held her back tightly.

“The mountain lion…” Lydia brought back up.

“No!” Scott shouted. “Derek killed them.”

“All of them?” Allison questioned.

“Yeah, starting with his own sister.”

“And the bus driver?”

“And the guy in the video store. It’s been Derek the whole time! He’s in here with us.” Everyone paused for a moment, waiting for someone to say something else or come up with a plan.

Spencer was forcing herself to stay away from Scott, afraid that she might kill him herself.

“And,” Scott continued, “if we don’t get outta here, he’s gonna kill us, too.”

“Call the cops.” Jackson suggested.

“No.” Stiles answered.

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mean no. Do you wanna hear it in Spanish?” Stiles sarcastically remarked. “¡No! Look Derek killed three people, okay?” As soon as he said that, Spencer backed away from him.

Spencer couldn’t believe that he was letting this happen. Passing off all the blame on Derek, who was already killed by the thing that is actually killing people was not the way to go.

“We don’t know what he’s armed with.”

“Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff’s department. Call him!” Jackson threatened.
Stiles shook his head.

Lydia took out her own phone. “I’m calling.”

“No, Lydia, would you just hold on a second.” Stiles said, moving forward to try and stop her.

Jackson got in his way though. Before things could get heated, they all separated and circled around Lydia as she made the call.

“Yes, we’re at Beacon Hills High School.” She said into the receiver. “We’re trapped and we need you to…” She stopped and waited. “But…” Another moment passed and she took her phone away from her ear. “She hung up on me.”

“The police hung up on you?” Allison questioned.

“She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break-in to the high school. She said if I called again that they’re gonna trace it and have me arrested.

“Okay, then call again.”

Stiles shook his head. “No, they won’t trace a call.” He informed, having known the ins and outs of the station. “They’ll send a car to your house before they send anyone here.”

“What the - What is this?” Allison stammered. “Why does Derek wanna kill us? Why is he killing anyone?”

Spencer sent a pointed look towards Scott. Seeing as he was the one with all the answers tonight, and he was the one who threw Derek’s name into the pot.

“Why’s everybody looking at me?” Scott questioned.

“You seem to know just about everything going on tonight, Scott.” Spencer said, angrily.

“Is he the one that sent Allison the text?” Lydia asked.

“No.” Scott burst.

Spencer raised her eyebrows.

“I mean, I don’t know.”

“Is he the one that called the police?” Allison probed.

“I don’t know!” Scott snapped.

Allison seemed to resent it and sent him an annoyed face. She backed away from the group and stood on her own.

“Alright.” Stiles intervened. “Why don’t we just back off the throttle here, yeah?” Stiles pushed Scott away from the group and signaled for Spencer to follow.

Spencer scoffed, but followed anyway.

“Okay, first off,” Stiles started, “throwing Derek under the bus, nicely done.”

“‘Nicely done’?” Spencer repeated. “Derek’s d-dead, Stiles. He’s not the one that’s been doing this anyway. I can’t believe you went along with it.”

“Does it look like we have another solution right now?” Stiles asked.

Spencer glared at the two of them and shook her head.

“I didn’t know what to say!” Scott whispered. “And if he’s dead, then it doesn’t matter, right? Except if he’s not.” Scott sighed.

Spencer scoffed. “Whether he’s dead or not, it’s not right. You saw what blaming an innocent man got you last time. Maybe he’s got another family member out there that survived the fire.”

“Yeah, ‘cause that’s possible.” Stiles said, sarcastically.

Scott watched Spencer for a moment before looking back at the group. “Oh, God. I totally just bit her head off.” Scott whined.

Spencer shook her head, hating that Allison encompassed his every thought.

“And she’ll totally get over it.” Stiles promised.

“Scott, there are bigger issues we have to deal with besides your love life. How in hell do we get out of here alive?”

“But we are alive.” Scott stressed. “It could’ve killed us already. It’s like it’s cornering us or something.”

“So, what? He wants to eat all us all at the same time?” Stiles suggested.

“No!” Scott whispered. “Derek said it wants revenge.”

“Against who?”

“Allison’s family?” Spencer asked, wishing that it was the magic answer. “Maybe we should just send her out there and see what happens.”

“What?” Scott barked.

“Geez, calm down. It was a joke.” Spencer rolled her eyes and stepped back a little bit. “Sorta.”

“Okay!” Jackson shouted. “New plan. Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?” he asked, looking around the room.

Stiles and Spencer looked at each other. Spencer shook her head, but barely. Stiles shook his head, too.

“He’s right!” Scott agreed. “Tell him the truth if you have to. Just call him.”

“No,” Spencer whispered. “Stiles, as much as I want to get out of here, you can’t call him. He’s not here. He’s safe. Don’t send him into line of fire.”

Stiles looked between his friends, debating on which one he agreed with more. He looked to Scott. “I’m not watching my dad get eaten alive.”

Spencer smiled at Stiles, who just nodded his head.

Jackson took large steps towards the both of them. “Alright, give me the phone.”

Before Jackson could grab the phone, Stiles swung around and punched Jackson in the face.

Spencer gasped with a huge smile on her face. She rushed to his side to make sure he was okay.

Stiles nodded to Spencer, sighed, and looked at Scott. He took out his cellphone and dialed a number. Stiles put the phone up to his ear and waited a minute. “Dad, hey, it’s me.” he said. “And it’s your voicemail. Look, I need you to call me back now. Like right now.” There was a banging at the door that scared the group of teenagers. Stiles tripped trying to move away from the door and dropped the phone.

Spencer rushed to pick it up and put it to her own ear. “Pops, we’re at the school. Please help us. We’re at the school.” She managed to get in before the voicemail beeped again, signalling the end of the message.

The group stood away from the door.

Spencer grabbed Stiles’ hand.

They were finally cornered.

Right where the alpha wanted them.