justlurkinghere | Cells Under the Hale House, Also Friday Evening

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Scott	Did someone need a rescuing? Because if they did, there was a distant howl filtering into the room to track them down.
Derek	Which meant Derek was looking up from the floor, expression changing from something of resignation to far more determined. The lone hunter that Kate had left behind to watch them wasn't nearby to stop him, so he tilted his head back and howled back, long and low.
Jack	Jack joined in almost before Derek had started. His eyes were closed and his body was sore and his howl felt like a song of freedom.
Derek	It gave Derek the renewed energy to strain against the cuffs holding him in place, at least. Which was nice. Enough of that was forcing the metal pinning his arm up to groan under the stress. Groan and then finally snap. "He should be here soon." Derek, might help if you said who.
Jack	"Who?" Jack asked blearily. His cuffs were weakening from his struggles, but still held him firmly.
Derek	"Scott." He hoped.
Nameless Hunter Dude	And hey, there was the hunter Kate left behind. It seemed he wasn't exactly a fan of the little howlfest going on down here. "Ready to have some more fun?" he asked, giving each of them a little smirk as he hefted a baseball bat over his shoulder. "To be honest, my knuckles are kind of hurting." You know. From the beatings. As one does in a creepy torture shack. "So I brought some help. But I need to warn ya. I used to play in college," he said, squaring off to hit Derek with that bat.
Derek	Rude, nameless hunter who will never be heard from again. So rude. But, lucky for Derek, his hand was free to catch the bat. "I brought some help too," he said, shoving hard enough to send the man flying across the room. As the plot dictates.
Scott	Which was apparently Scott's cue to show up in the door frame. Looking dramatic. Did they time this? How did it happen in such an amazing fashion?
Jack	"About time," Jack gasped, and finally broke free of his cuffs because he also had amazing timing today.
Derek	Right? "Scott, help us with this," Derek said, ripping the wires out of his side. And, oh, that had to hurt since they were stuck there with duct tape.
Scott	"No." Because now was the perfect time to do this. Right now.
Jack	Jack took a break from rubbing at his raw wrists to glare at Scott. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Scott	Scott... had no idea who you were, random blonde guy. But he wasn't going to be deterred here. "Not until you tell me how to stop Peter."
Derek	"You really wanna talk about this right now?" Derek snapped. Because he'd spent the last day being tortured by his insane ex and didn't have time for this shit.
Scott	"He's going after Allison and her family," Scott said. Like that was really going to sway anyone in this room. "He's going to kill them."
Jack	"Scott," Jack said impatiently (and with no idea who Allison was), "We can't help anyone with anything until we get out of here. This isn't a safe place to chat."
Scott	"Tell me how to stop him," Scott insisted, lifting his chin defiantly.
Derek	"You can't!" Derek snapped, nerves getting the better of him before he forced himself to breathe through his nose. "All right? Now, I don't know when Kate's coming back, so you need to just get us out of these. Right now." He rattled the shackle still holding him as the thought of Kate showing up now sent him into a moderate panic. "Now, Scott!"
Scott	"Promise you'll help me."
Jack	Jack didn't see another choice. "Yes," he snapped. "All right? We'll do bloody anything you want if you get us someplace where the insane woman isn't trying to kill us." He figured he could worry about coming through on the promise later.
Derek	"You want me to risk our lives for your girlfriend?" Derek demanded, apparently too incensed to listen to Jack. Sorry, Jack. "For your stupid little teenage crush that means absolutely nothing? You're not in love, Scott. You're 16 years old. You're a child." And look at all those issues tumbling right out.
Scott	Scott had been about to unlock Jack the rest of the way, but you went and screwed it up with your issues, Derek. Good job. "Maybe you're right. But I know something you don't. Peter said he didn't know what he was doing when he killed your sister, right? He lied. Remember this?" Scott said, pulling a sheet of paper out of his pocket to shove it in Derek's general direction. "This is what brought your sister back to Beacon Hills, right?"
Jack	"I don't know what that is," Jack said, flat and exhausted and so very over the entire Beacon Hills thing. "None of this is my fight. All I want is to go home with no blood on my hands."
Scott	"My boss told me three months ago someone came into the clinic asking for a copy of this picture. Do you wanna know who it was?" Scott asked. Because that wasn't weird how his boss knew all this stuff. Or could have cleared up all these things right off the bat. "Peter's nurse. They brought your sister here so that Peter could kill her and become the Alpha, and that's why you're going to help me. Just say you'll help me, and I'll help you unlock your other–-"
Derek	There was a near silent snarl from Derek as he abruptly snapped the other shackle holding him in place. "I'll help you." Because someone was feeling a touch murderous today. "Let Jack go and I'll help you."
Scott	Scott scrambled to comply with that. Since Derek had to be a butt and get himself free. "Sorry," he muttered to Jack. More because he felt it was the right thing to say than feeling bad about his decision.
Jack	Jack nodded. He didn't say it was all right: It wasn't. But no real harm was done. "I'm with Derek," he announced. He didn't trust this Scott kid alone with his packmate, not yet. "Just tell me what you need me to do."