Molly's eyes shot open and she muttered, "Damn you, Peter."

She grabbed a book to read and turned on the light. Sleep certainly wouldn't be happening after a terror-filled dream and she didn't dare try.

---

At school the next morning, Molly walked between Lydia and Allison. Allison looked Molly and Lydia. "You really don't remember anything? Molly doesn't. I already asked her."

Lydia shook her head. "They call it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying "We have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days." But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds."

Molly let out a sigh and asked, "You ready for this?"

Lydia looked at Allison. "Please. It's not like my aunt's a serial killer."

They entered the school and everyone turned to look at them, zoning in on Lydia and Molly with a cold silence. Allison offered them a smile. "Maybe it's the nine pounds."

Molly had time before class, so she decided to head out to the lacrosse field. She did her best to avoid the judgmental stares as much as possible.

Scott and Stiles were acting more weirder than usual. Normally, she'd ignore it, but she was worried, and frankly, curious. Scott knocked a guy down and Molly's eyes widened as Coach cried, "Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal."

"Yes, Coach," Scott answered, making his way back to the goal.

"Let's try that again."

Scott repeated his previous action and Coach yelled, "McCall! The position's goalkeeper. Not goal abandoner."

"Sorry, Coach."

"Let's go!"

Scott, once again, did the same thing. Coach turned to Stiles and noticed Molly. "Stilinski, Winchester, what the hell is wrong with your friend?"

Stiles looked out at the field at Scott. "Uh, he's failing two classes. He's a little socially awkward and if you look close enough, his jawline's kind of even."

Coach listened to Stiles' words and frowned. "That's interesting. Let's fire it up."

Coach's face was turning red in frustration. "McCall! You come out of that goal one more time and you'll be doing suicide runs till you die. It'll be the first suicide run that actually ends in a suicide. Got it?"

"Yes, Coach," Scott said.

Jackson stepped to the sidelines. "Uh, Coach, my shoulder's hurting. I'm gonna -- I'm gonna sit this one out."

The new werewolf was none other than Isaac Lahey. He glanced between Molly, Scott and Stiles. "Don't tell them. Please don't tell them."

Molly took Isaac's hand and squeezed it. "We won't."

Isaac nodded and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"His father's dead," Scott told them. "They think he was murdered."

Sheriff Stilinski made his way over to them and placed a hand on Isaac's shoulder. "Come on."

Molly's brow furrowed. "Are they saying he's a suspect? He's a sweetheart."

Scott glanced at her and shrugged. "I'm not sure, why?"

"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours," Stiles replied.

"Like, overnight?"

Stiles nodded at his friend. "During the full moon."

"How good are the holding cells at holding people exactly?"

Molly frowned. "People, good; usually. Werewolves, probably not so good."

Scott's eyes widened slightly. "Stiles, Molly, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?"

"Yeah," Stiles and Molly stated.

"He does," Scott said, glancing at Isaac.

While walking through the halls, Scott asked, "Why would Derek choose Isaac?"

Stiles sighed. "Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you, it could kill you. And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving."

Scott frowned and the moment they entered the classroom, he said, "Doesn't being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?"

"Well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness. Wait. Danny. Where's Jackson?"

Danny whipped around to face Stiles. "In the principal's office talking to your dad."

"What? Why?"

Danny rolled his eyes. "Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac."

"Witness," Scott mumbled.

Stiles looked at Molly and Scott. "We gotta get to the principal's office."

"How?"

Molly grinned and ripped a piece of paper from her notebook and wadded it up. "Everyone please turn to page 73." She threw the paper wad at Harris and hit him square in the back. Harris turned around. "Who in the hell did that?"

She pointed to Stiles who pointed to Scott who pointed to her. "Get to the office! Now!"

On the way to the office, Stiles grinned. "Nice one"

"Thanks," Molly replied. "Pisses Dean and Sam off when I'm annoying like that. Being the baby has its advantages."

Scott chuckled. "I bet."

The trio reached the office, and upon seeing the sheriff in the office, Molly pressed her ear to the door. The sheriff said, "Listen to me, you're telling me that you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?"

Jackson's voice responded. "Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him."

Molly's hand flew to her mouth and she gasped softly. She knew it was bad, but she didn't realize how bad it truly was.

"Did you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher, parent, anyone?"

"Nope. It's not my problem."

"No, no, of course not. You know, it's funny that the kids getting beat up are always the ones who least deserve it."

Molly nodded at the sheriff's words in agreement.

"Yeah," Jackson replied. "Wait, what?"

"I think we're done here. Hi, Scott."

"H -- yeah," Scott said with a stutter.

"Boys. And young lady. Come on in," the older man from Kate's funeral told them.

They made their way into his office. Scott and Stiles immediately took the chairs, and Molly stood behind them.

The new principal studied their papers. "Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete. Miss Winchester. Decent grades, but no extracurriculars. Mr. Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades, but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse."

"Oh, actually I'm already-" Stiles began.

The principal interrupted Stiles. "Hold on. McCall. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter."

"We were dating, but not anymore," Scott said. "Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other -- At all."

He smiled. "Relax, Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth."

Molly narrowed her eyes as she stared at the older man.

"Just a hard breakup," Scott lied.

Allison's grandfather smiled at Scott and Molly sarcastically. "Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me. Now listen, guys. Yes, I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."

Stiles gave a small scoff. "Heh, is that so?"

The principal nodded. "However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately, someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention."

Scott and Molly shared a look before turning to Stiles.

Scott and Derek headed to Isaac's house and found that he'd been abused by his father and would sometimes be locked in a freezer.

Molly decided to wait for Stiles.

As soon as detention was over, Stiles saw Molly and smiled. "You waited."

"Yeah, well, it was the least I could do after you took the fall for me and Scott," she reasoned. "Sorry, by the way. Your phone's ringing."

He answered his phone and put it on speaker. "Hey, sorry, Harris literally just let me out of detention. Literally. And he had my phone the whole frickin' time."

"Well, we need to do something right now. They were asking me all these questions about Lydia and Molly and how they were bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out. They were also asking questions about Molly, and what she is and what she might become. I told them I didn't know anything," Allison informed.

"What guy?" Molly demanded. "I won't turn into anything. I was scratched. Not bitten. And luckily they weren't deep."

"He was dressed as a sheriff's deputy."

Stiles' eyes widened. "They're sending him to the station for Isaac."

"He was also carrying this box with something on it, like, um, like a carving or something."

"What was it?"

"Hold on, hold on. It's in one of these books. I'm taking a picture. Did you get it?"

Stiles and Molly looked at the picture that was sent to Stiles. "Yeah, wolfsbane."

"What does that mean?" Allison questioned.

"It means they're gonna kill him."

A few minutes later, Molly asked, "Did you slow him down?"

"You could say that," Allison replied.

Stiles let out a sigh. "All right, well, uh, Molly and I are headed to the station right now."

"Where's Scott?"

"Isaac's."

"Does he have a plan?"

Stiles glanced to Molly and admitted, "Yeah, but not a very good one. And unfortunately, we don't really have time to come up with anything better."

Allison hung up and they met up with Derek. Since Molly was the smallest, she was sent into the back.

Stiles turned to Derek. "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."

"I'll distract her," Derek replied.

Stiles put a hand on Derek's shoulder. "Whoa, whoa, whoa -- you? You're not going in there." Derek frowned at Stiles' hand. "I'm taking my hand off."

"I was exonerated."

"You're still a person of interest," Molly reminded him.

Derek glared at her. "An innocent person."

"An -- you? Yeah, right! Okay, fine. What's your plan?" Stiles asked.

"To distract her," Derek answered slowly.

"Uh-huh. How? By punching her in the face? Unh."

"Heh, by talking to her."

"Okay, all right. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?" Derek remained silent. "Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"

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

Molly sighed. "Testosterone. So annoying."

They followed Derek into the station. The deputy manning the front desk looked at Derek. "Good evening, how can I help -- you?"

Derek put on a sweet smile. "Hi."

"Hi," the deputy replied.

Stiles and Molly walked past the front desk, and she smirked lightly, surprised that Derek could look pleasant and not brooding.

They reached the sheriff's office and were almost immediately attacked by a shifted Isaac. Molly attempted to get his attention, but Isaac directed his attacks towards her. He would have gotten her had Stiles not pulled her back. "Oh, no."

Molly pushed him off and stared sadly at Isaac.

Isaac rushed Stiles. "Oh. Uh, just looking, um -- Oh, sh-"

Molly instantly stood in front of Stiles, intent on keeping her friend safe.

Derek appeared and growled loudly. Isaac shifted back and cowered against the wall, covering his head with his arm. Stiles turned to Derek, awe evident on his face. "How did you do that?"

Derek looked at Stiles. "I'm the Alpha."

The Alpha and his beta left, and Stiles and Molly stayed behind. Stiles pointed at the unconscious hunter lying on the ground. "Uh, he did it."

Molly ran up to Isaac. "Are you okay?"

"I almost hurt you," Isaac whispered.

"But you didn't."

"I'm so sorry, Molly."

"Don't be. I'm okay, and so are you. Right?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. Mostly."

"Good." She kissed him and smiled. "I'd say that was high time to do."

Isaac laughed softly and laced his fingers through hers. "Agreed."