This is my first fanfiction so please be nice :) This is based very loosely off Season 2 Episode 2 just from memory so if there are some parts that differ I'm very sorry. Criticism is welcome. Enjoy!

The plan was simple really. Stiles just had to go get Isaac before he fully wolfed out and watch out for the creeper assassin guy along the way- though he doubted the hunter would give him much trouble. Allison had already told him she'd shot him with one of her arrows.

Sneaking into the police station had been easy, though Derek had to help him with that. Whilst Derek flirted with the female officer, Stiles just walked past her- not even too sneakily either. He had to admit, Derek was surprisingly good at flirting. He pondered that thought as he wandered up the familiar halls of the PD and so didn't notice the uniform clad figure pass the corner. Stiles nearly collapsed into him and automatically tried to think of an excuse.

"Sorry," Stiles stacked his brain. "I was just..." and that's when Stiles' mind started to point out something was wrong with this man. His eyes flicked to the man's hands. Why was he carrying a needle? "Looking..." His eyes then travelled down the man's leg, his injured leg, and the blood trail that followed him down the halls. And the it clicked.

Allison injured the hunter. The needle- probably wolfs-bane- and Isaac!

Stiles knew he had to get back to Derek, but his priority was getting away from this dangerous individual- one who was showing by his change of face that he knew that Stiles knew he was a fake.

Stiles turned, ready to run, "Oh shi-" his outburst cut off by the man, surprisingly strong in his injured state, needle-less hand wrapping itself over Stiles' mouth, while the opposing arm wrapped under Stiles' arm and across his body, leaving one of his hands practically useless. The other Stiles was using to try to it his attacker as he pushed against his arms, feet skidding on the floor as the man dragged him down the hallway.

Shit, shit, shit. Stiles knew that if he didn't alert Derek, Isaac would be in serious trouble- deadly trouble. He was also worried about what the hunter was planning on doing with him. He could of easily just knocked him out. Why go to the effort of bringing him along?

They turned another corner and Stiles knew they were close to their destination, but his eyes widened slightly at the soon-to-be object of his plan of escape- the fire alarm. If he could just pull it, it would alert Derek to the fact that something was wrong, and might distract his attacker long enough for Stiles to worm his way out of his grip.

As they neared the alarm, Stiles flung out the arm he was using to hit his attacker out and gripped the fire alarm, successfully flipping the switch and setting it off. However, it had a different effect on the man than Stiles had hoped, for the hunter immediately swung him into the corridor wall, hand momentarily leaving Stiles' mouth to reach for the handcuffs on his belt(the man when disguising himself as a copper had put a lot of effort into making it genuine). Stiles, on the other hand, had his head bashed a little too hard against the grimy bricks of the corridor and was too busy battling the wall of pain to even notice he first cuff secure itself across his wrist. He blinked, painfully trying to restore his blurry vision, noting how setting off the shrill fire alarm may not have been such a great idea after all. He moaned into the wall, blinking out of his daze just in time to notice his other wrist being pulled none-too-gently behind his back.

"Wait, no," he breathed and jerked his hand out of the man's grasp- at least that's what he meant to do, but in his weakened state all he could manage was a pathetic tug. The man responded by pushing his entire body weight into Stiles, crushing him against the wall with his upper torso before snapping the cuff around Stiles' second wrist.

"You little bastard."he growled into Stiles' ear before wrapping his arm around Stiles' body to pull him back into the corridor. By this point Stiles had mostly recovered the little bump to his head, so decided to try one last cry for help, deciding Derek's name was his best bet(since his super wolfy ears might pick up something) "Derek, h-". His cry was once again cut off by the hunters hand over his mouth, but his plead for help make inaudible none-the-less by the shriek of the fire drill. Once again they were back to the hunter pulling Stiles along, but this time Stiles was straining against the handcuffs which were fastened far too tight and were biting into his wrists.

The journey only lasted a couple of steps before they were at the holding cells, and the hunter flung his body to the floor. Stiles, realising he was approaching it headfirst, and unable to catch himself with his arms handcuffed behind his back, made a subconscious decision to turn slightly as he fell in order to protect himself, and landed roughly on his shoulder. Ignoring the searing pain, he shuffled into a sitting position, and wordlessly stared up at his attacker- knowing full well the panic he was feeling was apparent on his face- and tried to process his next move.

The man though had appeared to had lost all interest in the teenager he had dragged all the way to the cells and was staring at the cell that was supposed to be holding Isaac, apparently coming up to the same conclusion as Stiles- as could be seen by his immediate shift in body language to a defensive stance. Isaac had gone full wolf and broken out of his 'cage'.

And that was the moment when Isaac attacked, flinging himself out of supposedly nowhere and tackled the hunter to the ground. Stiles watched the man's body hit the floor, limp, and looked at the needle roll innocently from the man's unresponsive hands in Stiles' direction.

Imma leave it here but I do already have the next couple of chapters in the works so don't worry! Please review!