Wren's outfit:

Chapter Twenty-Nine
⊚ Frayed ⊚

"Am I getting too close?" Allison asked as her, Lydia and Wren sat in the car, following behind the school bus which held the track team. "I'm getting too close, aren't I?" Allison asked and Lydia pursed her lips, "That depends... Are you just following the bus, or are you planning on mounting it at some point?" She said and Allison cringed slightly.

"Yeah, I should back off..." She and Wren shrugged slightly as she leaned forward, "Well, that also depends. Do you mean the bus, or the ex-boyfriend you're currently stalking?" She asked and Allison shook her head. "Well, after what happened, I'm not letting him out of my sight." She said and the Martin sisters both hummed and glanced at each other.

"And, by the way, this all started when he came knocking at my door." Allison said making Wren furrow her brows, "For what?" She asked and Allison sighed.

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Lowering a book titled 'Thermodynamic Asymmetry in Time', Lydia glances to the dashboard. "So, is that whole "not letting them out of your sight"-thing literal, or more like a general rule?" She asked making Allison glanced at her as she followed behind the school bus, "Why?" She asked.

"You're running on fumes." Lydia said making Allison look down at the gas gauge needle to see it was right on empty making her groan. "Yeah... And I'm pretty sure that bus holds a lot more gas than this Toyota." Lydia side and Allison glanced at her, "What if we stop?" She asked.

"Is it really that big of a deal? I mean, so we lose them- we know where they're headed." Wren said as she looked up from journal and Allison sighed and shook her head. "You didn't see what happened." She said and Lydia raised her eyebrows as she she highlighted something in her book. "I know who started it..." She mumbled making Allison tilted her head and raise her eyebrows, "Is that what Aiden told you?"

"Aide ?" Lydia asked, looking over at Allison in amusement before realization crossed over her features, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second- is that why you invited me on this whole road-trip-thing?" She asked and when Allison didn't say anything she raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, my gosh! You're keeping an eye on them and me..." She said before glancing back at her sister, "You both are." She said and and Wren raised her eyebrows. "You're telling me there's nothing going on between you two?" Wren asked making Lydia scoff slightly. "I'm appalled by the insinuation, little sister!" Lydia said and Wren and Allison both looked at her in amusement.

"Nothing?" Allison asked and Lydia nodded, "Nothing." She said as she pulled out her lipstick. Lydia looks into the mirror as she absentmindedly re-applies her lipstick, until she notices Allison and Wren looking at her with raised eyebrows.

"What?" She asked and Wren looked at Allison, "Alli, do you smell that?" She asked and Allison smiled and hummed. "Smell what?" She asked, "It smells like bullshit." Wren said, giving her sister a look. Lydia rolled her eyes before trying to hit Wren with her book making Allison and Wren laugh.

A little while later Wren's phone started ringing making her pull it out to see Stiles calling her. "Shit." She mumbled before answering it, "Hey, Stiles! I can't really talk, we're just about to walk into a movie! Uh, you know, the popcorn, and-" She rambled slightly until he cut her off.

"I know you guys are right behind us. Put me on speaker." He said making her purse her lips and nod, "Okay..." She said before putting him on speaker. "Okay, look, Scott's still hurt." Stiles said making the girls glance at each other, "What do you mean, 'still?' He's not healing?" Allison asked.

"No, he's not healing. I think he's actually getting worse. The blood's turning, like, a black color..." He said and Lydia furrowed her brows, "What's wrong with him?" She asked."What's wrong with him? I don't... Do I have a Ph.D. in lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that?" He said sarcastically making Wren roll her eyes.

"We need to get him off the bus." Allison said and Wren raised her eyebrows, "And take him where, a hospital?" She asked and Allison nodded. "If he's dying, yeah. Stiles, there's a rest area about a mile up. Tell the coach to pull over." Allison said and Stiles sighed, "Yeah, I've been trying..."

"Well, reason with him." Allison said and Wren could imagine the look on Stiles' face, "Reason? Have you met this guy?" He asked incredulously. "Just try something." Allison said before Stiles hung up.

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Stiles and Allison hurry Scott into the rest stop men's room while Lydia shuts and locks the door behind them. Scott slumps down against the stained tile wall and his jacket falls open to reveal this bloody torso. Kneeling to him, Allison lifts his shirt and looks over the wounds.

"Oh, my God..."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Allison asked and Scott gave her a weak smile, "Sorry..." He said weakly. "Okay, just give us a second, okay?" Allison says before pulling Wren, Stiles and Lydia aside to whisper. "This shouldn't be happening- I've seen him heal from worse than this." She said and Stiles nodded.

"Okay, what do we do, then? Do we just call an ambulance?" Stiles asked and Allison sighed worriedly. "What if it's too late? What if they can't help?" She said, "We gotta do something." Stiles said and Lydia raised her eyebrows. "You know, it could be psychological." Lydia making them all look at her confused, "What do you mean? Like, psychosomatic?" Stiles asked.

"Somatoformic." Lydia said and Stiles squinted slightly, "Som-" He tried to say making her roll her eyes. "A physical illness from a psychogenic cause?" Lydia said and Allison and Stiles still looked incredibly confused making Wren sigh, "She's saying it's all in his head." Wren said and Lydia nodded in agreement. "Because of Derek. He's not letting himself heal 'cause Derek died." Stiles said and Allison nodded, "So, what do we do?"

Wren opens her purse and pulled out a travel sewing kit, "Stitch him up." She said and Allison and Stiles raise their eyebrows. "I'm serious! Maybe all he needs to do is just believe it's healing." Lydia said and they glanced back to Scott. Breathing becoming more and more labored, he holds his hand tighter over his shirt, blood seeping between his fingers.

A few seconds later a lighter flame licks the tip of a sewing needle, sanitizing its point. Clicking the lighter off, Allison tosses it back to Wren. Stiles pulls out every paper towel from the dispenser, surrounding Scott with them as Allison cleans the blood from the wounds. "He's gonna need another shirt. Where's his bag?" Allison said and Stiles nodded.

"Um, I'm gonna get it. I hate needles anyway, so...Uh, do you know what you're doing?" Stiles asked and Allison nodded, "Yeah, my father taught me." She said. "I mean, how fast are you gonna...? I mean, the bus, like... the bus could leave."

"Well, you just make sure it doesn't leave." Allison said and Wren nodded before grabbing Stiles and Lydia's arms, "We got it." She said before her, Stiles and Lydia walked out of the bathroom.

A little while later Wren, Lydia and Stiles leaned against the bus when Coach blew his whistle. "Let's go! Back on the bus!" Coach called out making them look at each other with wide eyes, "We can't leave yet." Lydia said and Wren thought for a moment. "I have an idea." She said before glancing around, "Isaac!" She called out making Isaac walk over to her. She pulled him down and whispered something in his ear making him look at her.

A whistle blew over a crowd outside the bus where a fight has broken out as Coach desperately tries to pull the teenagers apart. Stiles turns to Scott who arrives helped by Allison and Lydia. "What's happening?" Scott asked, "They went after him. Wren told 'em what was happening with you, and they just went after him!" He said. "Who, Boyd?" Scott asked and Stiles shook his head.

"Isaac! Isaac! Isaac! Back off! Stop!" Coach yelled trying to break up the fight but Isaac still swings his fists even as Danny struggles with him. Isaac get another hit at Ethan and the twin takes the beating with a disturbing smile. "Martin, can you please stop your boyfriend?" Coach said, glancing at Wren for a moment before taking a double take.

"Martin, when did you get here?" He asked making her raise her eyebrows, "What? I've been here the whole time. I'm just small." She said and he shook his head. "No. You're not supposed to be here." He said and she looked at him worried, "Coach, are you feeling okay?" She asked.

"Isaac!" Scott's voice thunders through the crowd, turning every head and shutting every mouth. Whistle hanging off his lip, even Coach falls silent under the young man's commanding presence. Lowering his fist, Isaac looks at the healed Scott with relief. And finally, backs off.

The bus rumbles toward ever-darkening skies while Stiles and Lydia sat next to each other with Wren and Isaac in the seat next to them. Wren was leaning against Isaac with her feet up on Stiles' and Lydia's seat. "All right, let's go over this one more time... So, it's the sacrifices, right? Everything has to do with them and someone who thinks he's, like, a dark Druid of some kind." Stiles said.

"Or actually is a dark Druid." Lydia said and Stiles nodded, "A Darach." He said and Wren pursed her lips in thought. "You know... Some ancient cultures sacrificed people in preparation for battle." She said making Stiles raise his eyebrows at her and she shrugged, "I read." She said and he nodded.

"So, we've got Alpha Werewolves against a dark Druid?" He said and the girls nodded, "Can the next threat be something easy? Like a Battle Droid? Those things suck." Wren said and Lydia chuckled and shook her head, "You are such a nerd." She said and Wren smiled at her.

"You're just jealous."