Back immediately! I've had these in my files for a while. I guess the restart of Teen Wolf has prompted me to finally post them.

This one is significantly longer. XD My brain ran away with the prompt.

Hope you like!

Prompt: Kira is lost. Lydia finds her wounded deep in the woods. Scott comes to the rescue.

"That stuff reeks," groaned Harrison, fanning the air in front of his face and eying the campfire behind him as it let loose billows of bluish-black smoke. He was a wiry man, with pasty pale skin and dirty blonde hair, rolling the handle of a wooden bat between his long fingers.

"'That stuff' is the only reason you don't have an alpha chewing on you right now," mused the much larger Warrick, a heavy-set and muscle-bound young man with almond-colored skin and jet-black hair. His eyes were sweeping continuously back and forth across a computer screen.

There was a long silence as Harrison stared at the still form beside him, tracing patterns in the dead leaves on the ground with the bat. He craned his neck to again look back at his partner on the computer. "There's gotta be a faster way to do this," he said, his eyes shifting around the clearing.

"Do you have an engraved silver stake, or whatever it was he told us about?" growled Warrick.

Harrison scrunched his nose and looked back to the body. "Well, no... but I mean..."

"How about a bone saw, or something that can take off her head?" continued Warrick, looking up from his computer screen. Harrison remained silent, and if Warrick noticed him swallowing hard, he did nothing about it. "Then shut up and watch the dial," he said, his eyes returning to the screen.

Harrison repressed the shiver that ran down his spine. Clearly, if he had any qualms about what they were doing, they were small... but Warrick was far more cavalier about what he had just said than Harrison ever could be. The blonde eyed the wires attached to the girl's forehead, wrists, and barely-moving chest before following them down to two dimly glowing displays on a pair of black boxes at his hip. He tilted one to get a look at a needle that was wavering on the lower end of a string of numbers. "Still about... a quarter left." He chewed his lip for a moment more before looking once again at his partner. "What about McCall? Anything to worry about?"

Warrick grabbed the phone laying on the ground at his side and flipped through a few screens before shaking his head and tossing it aside again. "Nothing. They've got everyone out looking, but they haven't mentioned anything nearby. We've still got time."

The wiry young man leaned back and stared at the stars twinkling through the blanket of foliage above them. "I still don't get why we didn't just use her to lure McCall out." He chuckled. "Twenty-five million bucks... plus the satisfaction of beating that stupid face of his to a bloody pulp."

"If you don't know why we're not taking on McCall armed with computers and gadgets, you're more of an idiot than I thought," growled Warrick.

Harrison twisted his body to look at his friend. "But we have her," he said, jabbing his thumb at the unconscious girl beside him. "What's he gonna do if we've got his girlfriend?"

A snapped twig had Harrison on his feet in an instant, squinting against the darkness around him. By the light of the campfire, he made out a darkened figure, moving slowly through the brush as though it lacked any real destination. She stepped into the light and Harrison could feel Warrick jump a little behind him.

Lydia Martin. Harrison was far from the only boy in the school who had fantasized about her. He even suspected Warrick- the man who spurned just about all human contact- thought of her from time to time. She was dressed as she had been for school that day; heels, skirt, blouse, and even her handbag slung over her shoulder. She hardly looked prepared for the trek through the woods that had clearly brought her here. In fact, her uneven steps seemed to indicate she didn't quite have a destination in mind. Her eyes were glazed as they passed over the men and landed on the still form on the ground.

Warrick jumped to his feet, spilling what appeared to be a rather expensive setup onto the forest floor, waving one arm frantically at his partner, and plunging the other into his jacket. "Get the- she's the- move!" he cried. Harrison seemed spurred into action and he grabbed the bat. She girl almost didn't seem to notice the man in front of her as she took a deep breath and the haze began to lift from her eyes. Just before the bat connected with her temple an ear-piercing scream tore from her throat that seemed to echo unnaturally among the trees, as if they were carrying the sound themselves. She was cut off by the strike and fell to the ground.

The two men froze and exchanged a look.

~ooOoo~

"Any luck?" asked Scott, his phone in one hand. The screen shone brilliantly against the moonless night and fell across Stiles' face as he approached.

The thin boy shook his head. "Not at the school or the lacrosse field." He glanced to the phone. "How about you?"

He could see the tension in every muscle of Scott's body as he looked at the device as though it would suddenly provide new information. "No. Her mom and dad are already out looking. They said she got a text from me around eight and headed to my place."

"That was like... five hours ago," grumbled Stiles, checking the time on his phone. "And you never saw her?" asked Stiles with a raised eyebrow.

"I never texted her," he said, turning fear-saturated eyes on his friend.

There was an understanding that passed between the boys and the moment Stiles spoke, he regretted it. "Assassin?" he guessed.

He could almost hear Scott's stomach plummet in terror. He gripped his phone so tight Stiles feared with would shatter. "Stiles... if anything happens to Kira..." he began quietly, trailing off as though he couldn't bear to finish the thought.

In an effort to halt Scott's mounting panic, Stiles waved a hand. "We've got everyone looking, Scott; even Deaton and Malia. Lydia's headed into town and my dad's patrolling her neighborhood. Even Derek said he'd help. He and Braeden didn't find anything at that cafe, so they're heading to town to meet up with Lydia." He rested his hands on his hips and took a moment to wrack his brain for ideas, since Scott's was clearly too clouded with panic to do so. "What about her scent? Can you track her?"

Scott shook his head. "I picked it up at home, but it just... vanishes. She might have gotten into a car, but there should be traces of that scent too and there's nothing."

Stiles now planted his hands firmly on Scott's shoulders. "We'll find her, Scott. Why don't you head back home and try again? I'll see if Lydia's has found anything."

The alpha seemed reluctant, but he conceded after a moment and turned away, only to spin around at the sound of Stiles' phone ringing. He stared intently at the device as Stiles answered, as though begging it to produce the location of his girlfriend.

"Derek, any luck?" said Stiles. He paused for a moment and Scott could hear muffled talking through the earpiece. Stiles met Scott's eyes, his own wide with concern. "Didn't she say she'd meet you outside the arcade?" Another pause. "Well, call her!" He hung up the phone with unnecessary force and growled, now squeezing his own phone in frustration. "Derek and Braeden can't find Lydia."

Scott's wide eyes shot to the air above Stiles' head. "Scott?" He turned around, but couldn't spot what had captured his friend's attention. "What is it?"

A deep rumble issued from Scott's chest as he said, "Lydia's scream."

~ooOoo~

"What are you doing? She's right here!" cried Harrison, motioning to the redhead on the ground. Warrick ignored him and continued shoving computer equipment into his duffel. "Twenty million, man!"

"We're not ready!" cried Warrick, slinging the bag onto his shoulder and grabbing a bucket that was sitting to the side of the fire.

Harrison scoffed. "Ready for what? She's out cold!"

Warrick didn't need to answer. He froze in the middle of dumping the bucket of water over the fire, his eyes locked somewhere behind his partner. At the look of terror in his eyes, Harrison turned around and leaped back several feet.

Two tiny red orbs of light seemed to be hanging in mid-air a few yards away, beyond the light of the fire. There was a grumble that reverberated around the clearing, one that made the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end and that both men felt in their chests. The orbs slid lower to the ground and began to move slowly forward until the fire illuminated a crouching figure; clawed hands, a pronounced brow, an open mouth showing two sets of sharpened and elongated teeth. The red eyes flashed to Harrison and the young man took a few more steps back, his heart racing in his chest. He saw McCall almost daily, but this... there was nothing familiar in his eyes. His gaze was animalistic and furious. The growl that echoed unnaturally around them was inhuman.

He was oddly swift for a human on all fours. He crouched over the redhead first, sniffing the air around her head until his nose pressed gently against her temple. Greenish-black veins erupted across his face and a strange hiss came from his mouth for a moment before he pulled away as though satisfied with his findings.

Behind Harrison, Warrick took another step backward, but froze when Scott's head snapped up and he snarled at him. Harrison stared at the creature in front of him. He couldn't quite believe this was the same guy from school... from the lacrosse team... from his Econ class. Sure, he had always hated the goodie-two-shoe, but he had never feared him and he hated the terror that was freezing his blood as he watched Scott move to crouch over the Asian girl.

Again, he seemed to smell the air around her before nudging her temple with his forehead. He flinched away as his chin brushed the wires attached there and with one quick motion, grabbed the wires in one hand and yanked them off of her, the black box's display going dark almost instantly. He hovered low over the girl- almost until his chest rested against hers- pressing his nose to the soft tissue right behind her ear, and grumbling at the clamminess of her skin.

Harrison heard Warrick begin to move again as Scott's focus centered entirely on Kira, and he felt himself begin to follow. The alpha let out a strange noise- like a mixture between a bark and a snarl- and Harrison's heart leaped into his throat. Almost against his will his legs started moving and he was sprinting away from their campsite.

He skidded to a stop after only a few steps. In front of him, Warrick was already backing up toward him. The red glow of Scott's eyes was hovering a few yards ahead. Harrison whirled around, staring at Kira's still form as though confirming that Scott had actually moved and wasn't in two places at once. He looked back to the front and his heart leaped into his throat. Scott was once again crouched, moving toward them like an animal stalking prey. Warrick dug into his jacket, producing the only gun the young men could get their hands on and quickly aiming it at the alpha. Scott didn't seem to even notice. He did not slow, or take his gaze away from their faces.

"Get back, McCall!" shouted Warrick, his voice quivering in his throat. Harrison could see his hands shaking.

"Don't..."

Harrison spun around again, his teeth gritting and his grip on the bat whitening his knuckles. Lydia was working her way to her feet, wobbling unsteadily on heels clearly not meant for such wooded terrain. The side of her head shimmered a little with blood, and her some of her hair was plastered against her temple. Her eyes were unfocused and aimed at the gun in Warrick's hand.

She spoke again. "Don't shoot," she urged quietly, her gaze flicking toward the crouched figure beyond the young men.

"He'll kill us," said Harrison through gritted teeth as though fearing that too much volume would spur the alpha to further action.

"Shooting him won't stop him," said Lydia, disregarding the way Harrison's bat-laden hand twitched when she bent toward Kira. "It'll piss him off more."

Harrison felt Warrick's back nudge his as the gun-wielding man's backpedaling continued. Harrison looked over his shoulder at Scott. The alpha's head was cocked slightly to one side as he eyed the weapon.

He looked back to Lydia, who was trying to rouse Kira, stealing furtive glances up at Scott beyond the legs of her attackers. At one point her eyes met Harrison's and he got the distinct impression that she had conflicted feelings about keeping Scott from killing them. Lydia focused once more on the kitsune, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her gently. "Kira... Kira, wake up!" she hissed. She did her best to avoid her flesh as each time she managed to brush it, the electrical shock got a little stronger.

A shot rang out.

Lydia's eyes shot upward, but the scene did not seem to have changed. Neither Scott's posture nor his gaze had changed. She couldn't tell if the shot had been in warning or if he had been struck. She turned back to Kira, her eyes turning desperate and then lighting with an idea. She grabbed her handbag and began tearing through it, digging to the bottom and retrieving a her taser. She held it like a gun and aimed it at the still kitsune.

There was a pop followed by a series of crackles as Lydia shot the nodes into Kira's torso. Her eyes flew open, glowing a brilliant orange and she heaved a breath as though she had been holding it. She shot upright, eyeing her surroundings and catching sight of the banshee almost instantly. "Lydia! What happened?"

Lydia's gaze was not on Kira, but had leaped to the scene on the other side of the campfire. Scott was now upright, his hands clenching at his sides and his teeth bared in a snarl as Warrick took another step back. Another shot rang out, but Lydia could see the dirt a few yards behind Scott explode upwards as a bullet buried itself in the earth. Scott grabbed the hand holding the gun and there was a sickening crunch followed by a wail from Warrick that was almost instantly drowned out. Scott pulled him forward a little until he was right in the assassin's face.

He opened his mouth and roared. All present in the clearing jumped at the sound. It rumbled in their chests and made Harrison drop his bat.

Lydia and Kira leaped to their feet, the banshee grabbing the kitsune's sleeve. "He thinks you're dying! Go!" She shoved Kira forward and the Asian girl ducked past Harrison and squeezed herself between Warrick and the alpha as his roar died down.

"Scott!" She put her hands against his chest and a mild electric shock ran through him. He jolted a little, releasing Warrick and taking a few steps back. His red eyes landed on Kira and his jaw fell open a little. Kira wobbled as she stood between them; the man cradling his broken hand, and the enraged alpha, her hands held up in submission as she stared into her boyfriend's eyes. "Scott... I'm okay," she said, her voice wavering a little from a mixture of weakness and fear. She saw his eyes flick over her shoulder and she moved a little to block the assassins from view. "Scott!" she repeated, her feet shifting slightly.

His sloping brow gave way to his human bone structure, and she watched the points of his ears round out. The hair on his jaw vanished until all that was left were the glowing eyes and the fangs that glinted in the firelight between his slightly parted lips.

Suddenly his arms were around her, one locked across the small of her back and the other cradling her head gently against his shoulder. She relaxed against him as though her legs were tired of holding her up and Scott filled in easily. "I thought you were dead," he breathed, squeezing her a little tighter. He pulled away, cradling her face in his large hands and looking her over. "Are you hurt?" he asked, removing his right hand from her face to steady her. He ran the fingers of his left hand along the darkened skin on her temples- little circles of deep brown where the wires had been attached. There were matching marks visible just below her collarbone and his right hand moved to brush against those as well, as though he could gently wipe them away. His left hand vacated her face and slid down her arm to take her wrist and examine the blotches there. Deep in his chest, his breathing turned into a deep growl as his anger bubbled inside him again.

It was Kira's turn to take his face in her hands and she pressed her lips to his. As his mouth moved against hers, his fangs retreated, but his eyes were still glowing when they parted again. "I'm fine. I'm just tired." He pulled her against him again, and she could feel his heart pounding against her temple. She relaxed almost completely against him, relying on his strong arms to hold her upright as her legs gave out under the exhaustion. He rested his cheek on the top of her head and heaved a heavy breath. She could feel his snarl as his eyes fell on the assassins once more.

Warrick stumbled back a bit more, still with his broken hand clenched against his belly, and Harrison turned to look at Lydia. He had a feeling that she was a little more invested in keeping them alive than McCall was at the moment. She raised her eyebrows and waved one hand frantically. "What are you doing? Go!"

They dashed away like someone had tied a rope to them and yanked.

Scott lifted his crimson gaze to the banshee. "Was that a mistake? I mean... they could come back and try again..."

Lydia found herself taken aback. Perhaps Scott's rage was something to be considered more carefully, if it could prompt such a desire to do harm from one as reluctantly violent as he. She shook it off, sighed, and shrugged, putting a hand to her damp hair and wincing. "Probably," she said, meandering around the fire to stand beside him. "But you wouldn't have forgiven yourself."

Scott stared at her for a moment, the red glow fading from his eyes. He shifted his hold on Kira so she was contained within his right arm and used his left to pull Lydia against him, being careful to avoid knocking her head with his jaw. "Thanks," he whispered into her hair.

"Scott!" Suddenly finding the strength to push herself away from her boyfriend, Kira held up her hands, which were slick with blood. The alpha was suddenly aware of pain in his shoulder and upon looking, found that the first shot had torn through his body, just above his heart. He winced, but didn't relinquish his hold on the kitsune, as her muscles were still quivering with the effort to keep her upright.

The girls felt his hold on them tighten a little, as though using them to remain standing as he wavered, but he steadied himself and smiled. "The adrenaline's just wearing off. I'll be fine," he assured them.

"He's lying," grumbled a voice that cause the three to look up. Sweat shimmering on his brow, Stiles rested his hands on his knees as he came to a stop at the edge of the light cast by the fire. "But don't worry," he panted, waving his phone, "I've got Deaton on speed-dial."

Scott smiled at him, but Stiles' smirk faded and he was at Lydia's side in an instant, taking her face gently in his hands and examining the blood that had stained her temple. She pursed her lips at the touch, but allowed herself to be examined. "I'm fine," she insisted, grabbing the hand that Stiles was using to brush aside the hair and get a better look at the injury. "Scott stole some of the pain, I think." She tossed the alpha a smirk as he wrapped his left arm back around Kira, the two of them now leaning against one another.

There was an anger in Stiles' eyes that she had seen few times before; the only thing that still reminded her of the Nogitsune. It was clear that his idolization of her was long over... but this was the look of someone who would still take a life if hers was at stake. His eyes were wide as he surveyed the damage as though she hadn't spoken, his jaw clenched so hard the muscles were quivering.

"Stiles, I'm fine," she said again, grabbing his wrists and pulling her face out of his grip. She slid to the side and put an arm around Kira as she and Scott began to wobble on their way back toward Stiles' jeep which they spotted parked beyond some trees. She gently bobbed her head in Scott's direction. "Scott has a hole in him and Kira just nearly died. Wanna help out?" she asked, trying to take some of Kira's weight from Scott, who was reluctant to relax his hold on her. At a stern look from the banshee, he sighed and settled for keeping a firm grip on one of her hands.

Stiles seemed to snap from a trance and nodded. "Yeah... yeah, coming." He paused as something brushed his foot when he moved. He stooped to pick it up, turning it over in his hands until it lit up. After a few more moments of examination, he stalked toward his friend. "Found out how they got your attention, Kira." He ducked under Scott's arm, letting the werewolf lean on him a little as the four continued their trek toward the Jeep. The kitsune turned toward him. "Hacked a phone, looks like. Made it look like the text from them was from Scott."

Silence followed. They slid through the trees and piled into the jeep, Lydia sitting in the passenger seat while Scott and Kira climbed into the back. Scott didn't sit upright, as though it required too much effort, and so leaned his back against the window, his cheek pressed against the cool glass. Kira sat up, but he could tell it was taking effort to remain so. Her muscles shook with every motion she made, and her head bobbed along with the vehicle as it sped over rough terrain. Her eyelids drooped, but she seemed determined not to fall asleep. At a glance, Kira could see sweat beginning to bead on Scott's wincing face the longer they drove. He suddenly seemed to notice her watching, and schooled the grimace away to give her a tired smile. Crammed into the small jeep as they were, he was able to reach up with one hand and run the back of it along her cheek, the smile fading a little.

"You were cold," he said, holding his hand still and relishing the warmth that was there. "I thought they'd killed you."

She grabbed the hand and held it close to her chest, planting a kiss against his knuckles. "I think they were pretty close," she mused quietly. Her eyes strayed to the dark spot that was spreading on his shirt. His eyelids drooped a little. "I'm more worried about you."

"Not a wolfsbane bullet," said Scott, his eyes slipping closed. "I've healed from far worse. Deaton can fix me up." His eyes opened again and he raised an eyebrow. "What were they doing to you anyway?"

Kira leaned her cheek on his hand. "I don't know. I guess... they knew I'd heal if they just shot me, but I was asleep when they did... whatever it was." There was a low rumble from in Scott's chest as though the very thought angered him. Kira cast a glance back at him, but his eyes remained brown.

Lydia craned her body to look back at the two as the car hit pavement again with a quiet yelp from the werewolf. "They were draining the electricity from your body. One of the devices they had attached to you was an electrometer, and you were running on empty. I assume the other one was the box actually draining you."

Stiles glanced at the pair in the rear-view mirror. "Who were they, anyway?"

"Harrison Jacobs and Warrick Thaft," said Lydia with a sneer. "They're seniors, and clearly not professionals." She rolled her eyes. Scott and Kira exchanged a look and there was a long moment of silence before Lydia continued.

"Looks like Garret and Violet weren't the only psychopaths at Beacon Hills High."

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