Scott is in love with a girl whose father shot him with a crossbow.

Stiles wants to laugh at how much that sounds like _ book or movie. So many options to fill that blank, he can't choose. And it's only been just over 24 hours.

Then he notices Lydia (because when does he not?) side-eyeing him and stops himself from chuckling. He knows she knows he is mentally comparing his best friend to a bunch of fictional characters. He can't help it - Scott's so worried yet still so head-over-heels it's hilarious. It's a wonder Stiles hasn't burst out laughing yet.

"Yes her father!" said best friend yells, then collapses backwards into his locker. "Oh my god..."

Stiles and Lydia catch one hand each, pulling Scott back up. This is their usual prelude to Slapping Sense into Scott McCall and Helping Him Look At Something Logically Instead of Freaking Out.

"No, Scott, snap back," Stiles chides. "He didn't recognise you, right?"

"I don't think so."

"Does Allison know about him?" Lydia asks.

Scott's slightly relieved face quickly turns panicked again. "I don't know, what if she does? This is going to kill me, man."

Stiles pulls his friend's lacrosse stick from his locker before Scott can slide back down against it and spiral into a depressed state of worry and pessimism. He shoves it into Scott's hands as Lydia holds the boy upright and together they drag their friend to practice.


Scott isn't himself. His movements are lethargic and Lydia can see his back rising and falling as he pants heavily. It's almost as if he is struggling with himself. Coach's brash way of pushing the team isn't helping.

She smirks inwardly when Jackson goes down grabbing his arm. But then her worst fears are confirmed when Stiles starts dragging Scott towards the changing room. Lydia swears under her breath as she gathers her books and quickly heads back inside the school building.

She hears the growling and the scrambling before she even reaches the room. Stlies barrels into view as she pushes open the ajar door. His eyes go wide when he sees her and he starts flinging his arms at her. Go! Get out!

Then Scott appears on top of a row of lockers, snarling at them. Lydia shrieks and grabs the closest thing she can find - the fire extinguisher next to the door. The same time Stiles slams into her and starts trying to push her out of the room and Scott saltos to the ground right in front of them.

She yells something unintelligible and that's when Stiles notices the fire extinguisher between them. He rips it from her hands and fumbles as she screams "Pull the pin! Pull the pin!" repeatedly at a higher pitch than she'd like to admit.

Lydia ducks out of the locker room as soon as the spray goes off, pulling Stiles with her, hoping maybe it'll distract Scott long enough for them to run and find a way to deal with their feral friend. But it turns out they don't need to. Scott is now Scott - normal, gentle, lovable, perpetually confused Scott. She and Stiles shuffle into the room and break the bad news - he can't play his first game.


"What the hell were you thinking?" Stiles asks as he turns away from Scott's house onto the main street.

Somehow, Lydia knows exactly what he's talking about.

"I was thinking that you were in there alone with someone who wasn't aware of who he was and very capable of ripping you to shreds!" she says, annoyed.

"You shouldn't have worried about me!" Stiles exclaims, incredulous. "He already unknowingly hit you once!"

"Uh-huh? Have you seen your chair lately?" Lydia retorts. "That was nearly you, Stiles!" An image flashes through her head of a bloodied Stiles with deep gashes across his chest. Something constricts inside her and she squeezes her eyes shut, pushing the image out of her mind.

Stiles watches as Lydia scrunches her face and rub her temples. His chest tightens. He hadn't meant to raise his voice.

It was true that Scott (wolfed-out Scott who didn't know he was Scott) could have easily mauled him in the locker room. But it could have just as easily been Lydia, when she decided to walk in. Suddenly it occurs to Stiles how dangerous this werewolf business can be.

He turns to the strawberry blonde slouched in the passenger seat, staring at her hands.

"Just...be careful, okay?" he tells her softly. "I don't want you getting hurt."

She nods her head. "You too."


Scott slumped in his chair. He nearly killed his best friends. He was going to have to let his mom down. And he might have confused her as to whether he was on drugs or not (honestly, he wasn't sure. What if some werewolf saliva had gotten into him? Lydia said things could be transmitted via saliva. Did that count as a drug?).

Oh, that and he separated Jackson's shoulder. Though Stiles says it's "because he's a jerk!" Honestly, Scott can't feel too bad about Jackson, but that means all the more he is expected to play the game on Saturday.

Then Stiles' face turns serious. He types: Lydia do you see that?

Lydia frowns, then her eyes widen as well, and she starts typing too: it looks like

His computer chooses that moment to hang, and the moment it loads again Scott nearly gets a heart attack.

He sees the double someone's behind you just a split second before Derek Hale has him up against his own bedroom wall.

"If they find out what you are, they will find out about me, they will find out about all of us. And there won't be only the hunters after us, but everyone!" the older werewolf snarls.

"They didn't see anything, I swear!" Scott yells.

"And they won't, because if you even try to play Saturday, I'll kill you myself."


Well, it's not as if he didn't try. Coach distracted him. Plus, Coach has a way of turning what he says around. It's confusing. But anyway, he's playing.

Scott's still a little lost when Allison comes up to him and tells him she will be watching the game too. Oh no. Allison and his mom. Not good.

Stiles drags him aside to eavesdrop on his father and some cops. There's a curfew because of the body. Not that it helps since Derek can somehow enter his room any time of the day. But he can't make Stiles try to explain Derek to his father.

Stiles suggests they find the other half of the body to implicate Derek.

"Are you kidding?" Lydia and Scott ask at the same time.


When he sees Allison again later she has a jacket with her.

Last time he saw the jacket it was with Derek.


Scott spots a square of freshly turned soil next to Derek's house. When he looks back at the house Derek is suddenly there. He jumps back. Teleportation might be a werewolf power, since that guy can appear out of nowhere.

"Stay away from her! She doesn't know anything!"

"You don't get it, but I'm looking after you!"

Scott wants to yell and wolf out and punch a hole through Derek's head. If he is so worried about Scott shifting how about some advice on how not to shift?

Unfortunately he doesn't wolf out. His blood pumps in his ears though and his senses get turned all the way up. He catches a scent - a mixture of his mother when she comes out of an operating room and the biology lab when they do dissections.


They go to the hospital. Scott's going to sneak into the morgue and smell the half-body. If it matches the scent he caught at Derek's, all their problems will be solved. Well, most of their problems. They will still have to find a way to help Scott play lacrosse without killing anybody.

Stiles rolls his eyes when Jackson appears. He forgot the guy was at the hospital because of his shoulder. Ha, serves him right.

Jackson saunters up to Lydia and starts talking to her, telling her about his medication and telling her that he will get another shot before the game - "Like what the pros do all the time," he boasts. Stiles is pretty sure that's actually abusing the meds. Lydia smiles at Jackson and Stiles feels something burning inside his stomach.

As soon as Jackson walks away, Lydia unzips her jacket and pushes her hair behind her shoulder, revealing that she had been listening to music all along, her phone tucked into a pocket on the inside of her jacket. She grins. "I didn't get any of what he just said, was it important?"

Stiles feels his heart do a little victory dance. Take that, Jackson.

It doesn't last long though, because Scott returns, looking pale.

"The smell was the same."

Lydia pulls her earpieces out. "Are you sure?" she asks.

"Yes!"

So the other half was really buried on Derek's property.

"So Derek did bury the other half on his property," Lydia states, taking the words out of his head. Stiles' stomach somersaults.

"Which means we can prove he killed the girl," Scott concludes.

Lydia purses her lips and frowns. "But Scott, are you doing this because you want to stop Derek? Or because you want to play the game and he said you couldn't."

"There are bite marks on the legs!" Scott exclaims.


Stiles is alone when he picks up Scott.

"Where's Lydia?" Scott asks.

"Her mom came home early so they went for dinner," Stiles explains. Scott feels a little less sure of the plan without both Lydia and Stiles with him, but he knows Lydia doesn't get to spend a lot of time with her mother so he understands.

The area around the house smells slightly different when Scott hops out of the jeep, but he cannot put his finger on it.

Digging takes slightly less effort than Scott expects it to, possibly due to his werewolfness (what did Stiles call it again - lyacanotopy?) giving him extra strength.

When they uncover the wolf body, Scott realises the difference in scent is because now it smells more like the vet clinic whenever they have to stitch up an injured animal.

Stiles is right - he is not prepared for this. He doesn't even know the deal about the flower. Scott figures it's important since it's called wolfsbane.

Stiles pulls out the flower and uncoils the rope attached to it's roots. Scott studies his friend's determined face as the last length of the rope is pulled out and when he looks back - holy crap. Scott jumps back. He's seen the lifeless stare of the half-body one too many times.


Stiles has always been curios by nature. He's glad he isn't a cat, because his curiosity would probably have killed him by now.

He sneaks into the cruiser while his dad isn't looking.

Derek Hale glares at him. That guy really does have the face and demeanour of a killer.

"The girl you killed," Stiles asks, "She turned herself in an actual wolf and I know Scott can't do that. Is that why you killed her?"

Honestly, he expected Derek to just continue silently glaring at him. So he jumps slightly when the older guy opens his mouth. Derek doesn't answer they question anyway, instead telling him to stop Scott from playing lacrosse. As if Stiles doesn't know that.


Lydia isn't surprised when the boys call her in the morning. Scott and Stiles relay their findings and tell her to find information about wolfsbane used in burials. She types away but comes up with nothing.

"Maybe it's like a ritual or something, like maybe they burry you as a wolf!" Stiles' voice suggests. "Or maybe it's like a special skill, you know, like something you have to learn."

"We also have to figure out how am I supposed to play the game tonight," Scott reminds them. Lydia hears an edge of worry in his voice.

Stiles however, is on a roll, and Lydia has known Stiles long enough to know that once he gets caught up in possibilities, it's hard to get him out. "Maybe it's different for girl werewolves."

Scott yells at him, sounding frustrated. Lydia sits up. Oh no. What is Scott shifts in the jeep? What if he attacks Stiles? What if they crash?

Lydia yells at her phone while she hears the boys shouting about Stiles keeping something, and then she hears the brakes screeching and her heart hammers. The line goes silent but doesn't disconnect.

"Stiles?" Lydia calls. "Scott?"

Nothing. Her heart pounds. Then she hears some rustling and Stiles voice sounds in her ear. "Lydia?"

She lets out a relieved sigh and slumps in her seat. Stiles tells her about the wolfsbane and that Scott ran away.

"I'm gonna call my dad, call you back," he says.


Scott is soooo screwed. He somehow ended up on Allison's driveway and nearly got run over by her werewolf hunter father. Who is also attending the game. Great. The chances of him surviving tonight are cosmically small.

And still -

"If I don't play, I lose first line AND Allison."

Lydia puts a hand on his shoulder. "Scott, Aliison won't go away just like that. You can explain that you're not feeling well."

"And it's just one game that you don't need to play!" Stiles adds.

Yes he does, his whole life is relying on this game. He can have everything he's ever wished for.

"Just try not to worry too much when you're out there, okay?" Stiles tells him, slapping his back.

"Or get too angry," Lydia adds.

"Or stressed," Stiles continues.

Scott nods, focusing on the areas of his back and shoulder in contact with his friends' hands. Deep breaths, he tells himself. In, out. In -

Stiles voice interrupts. "Don't think about Allison being on steps." At the sound of her name Scott's mind conjures up the image of Allison in the clinic, in his shirt. Scott's heart skips a beat.

"Or that her dad wants to kill you." Scott's heart beats faster. He thinks about Mr Argent in the stands, crossbow at the ready. His arm twitches.

"Or that Derek wants to kill you. Or the girl he killed." Scott thinks of Derek clawing through his lacrosse stick. His blood boils.

"Stiles," Lydia warns. But the boy with the buzz cut goes on unfazed.

"Or that you might kill someone. If a hunter doesn't kill you first!" Stiles sees the two pairs of eyes, one green and one brown, narrowed at him. "Okay, sorry, I stop..." He pats Scott on the back again. "Good luck."


Why is his dad here? He doesn't even play!

Oh crap, Stiles thinks. Now his dad is going to find out about Scott.

"You're expecting to see action tonight?" his dad asks.

Oh, you have no idea. Stiles thinks. But instead he says, "Action? Maybe..."

He exchanges a panicked glance with the strawberry blonde in the stands a few rows behind him.


Scott hasn't touched the ball the entire game. He's been in an open position a few times. Lydia knows Jackson is behind this. She knows some of the guys in the lacrosse team have nothing against Scott, but they will unquestionably follow whatever Jackson says.

Scott's back in slightly hunched. And Lydia swears she caught a flash of yellow under his helmet at one point. he is already half wolfed out. Her eyes trail to the bench where Stiles has his hands clasped to his face. She recognises his anxiety and knows he is aware of Scott.

Allison is murmuring next to her, and next to Allison, Mr Argent is watching intently. Please be okay, Scott, Lydia thinks.


Stiles can hear Scott growling at the opposing players. He doesn't know how anyone hasn't caught on yet, maybe they are too intimidated to consider how weird it is. They did pass Scott the ball after all.

At least Scott is scoring now. Stiles prays it will boost Scott's ego, make him less angry, and everything will be fine. Seems like the adrenaline still keeps Scott half-wolfed out.


Everything is a blur of green and red. Then he hears her voice.

"You can do this, Scott..."

His vision sharpens rapidly and Scott makes out the opposing goal before him. His newfound athleticism puts the ball into the net.

The crowd roars and everything is a mess again. His head spins. He can't feel his legs. He needs to get out of here.

Scott somehow stumbles into the locker room. He knows where he is because he can feel the tiles when he collapses against the shower wall.

"Scott? Are you here?"

He finds the strength to push himself up.

"Scott?"

His head stops throbbing and his heart stops slamming in his chest.

"Are you okay?"

His head involuntarily turns towards the sound of her voice. He makes out her shape approaching him before his vision clears.

Allison asks if he is alright. She didn't see him shifted. Scott is so happy he doesn't pay attention to what he is saying.

"To be completely honest, you... make me kind of nervous..."

Allison pulls her lip in shyly. "I do?"

She tells him he has his second chance. And then her lips are on his. He hears something echoing nearby but shoves it aside. When she pulls away, it's as if he has tunnel vision, and everything is blurred to streaks except Allison.

Lydia appears shortly after Allison leaves, and Scott celebrates his kiss with her. The euphoria is short lived, however, because Stiles comes stumbling into the room.

Derek is released from jail. And the dead body was that of his sister.


Note: Fear not people, the level of stydia will be tuned up very soon!