Disclaimer: "I do not own Teen Wolf. The show, the characters, and any quotes from the show belong to Jeff Davis and his amazing team of writers. I only own Nixie, and anything I make her do or say."

Chapter 2: Episode 1x2

Nixie doesn't like this. She doesn't like this at all.

Not only has Scott just realized that Alison's dad is a hunter. Now he can't focus, and Jackson is using lacrosse to his own advantage. Nixie couldn't really justify beating him to a pulp when it was his job on the field right now to stop Scott from getting to the goal.

And now the coach was doing as he always did to try and 'encourage' his players. Which basically meant he was making fun of Scott and degrading him somehow.

And if the look on Stiles face means anything, Nixie knows he doesn't like it either.

Standing up from the bleachers, she's prepared to head down and… well, she's not sure what she plans to do. But when she gets down there, Derek is off to the side, brooding and moody looking as ever. Walking up to him, surprising him yet again, she first asks, "Seriously? You act like no one has ever even looked at you before? What the hell?"

Derek raises an eyebrow and asks, "What?" "Every time you see me you look at me like I'm some foreign alien or something." "You might be." Giving him a look, she says, "Whatever. What the hell are you doing here?" "Watching. And waiting." "For what?"

And Derek points and says, "That."

Scott has hit Jackson so hard, he's on the ground and quite possibly might have a broken arm, or a dislocated shoulder maybe. Widening her gaze, Nixie opts for forgetting about Derek right now, though she'll certainly tell Stiles about it later. At the moment, it might be best not to inform Scott that on top of everything else, Derek is still stalking him.

She knows she's not technically supposed to be in the boy's locker room, but screw it. She follows in seconds behind Stiles and Scott.

Her timing couldn't have been more perfect, because Scott is freaking the hell out and screams at Stiles, "Get away from me!" And Stiles is seriously trying, but now Scott is leaping on top of lockers, scaling the ceiling rafters, and isn't really leaving much open in the options of escape.

Looking beside the door, Nixie spots the fire extinguisher. "Stiles!"

He jumps and scrambles over to where she is, and as Scott leaps down to follow them, maybe even attack them, Nixie unhooks the nozzle and sprays him in the face and chest. Stiles backs out of the room behind her, and then they both stand against the wall. Stiles glances at Nixie, and then asks, "How'd you think of that?" "It was just there. Seemed as good an idea as any at the time." Stiles nods and then says, "Good job." "Thanks."

"Stiles? Nixie?" Sighing in relief, they reenter the room, and Nixie tilts her head sadly when Scott asks, "What happened?" Stiles, tossing off his gloves, says, "You tried to kill me. Thankfully, Nixie saved me."

Bending down in front of him, Stiles says, "It's like I told you before. It's the anger, it's your pulse rising. It's a trigger." Scott looks at him hopelessly and says, "But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game if you hadn't noticed." Stiles huffs and says, "Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field."

They all sit and stand in silence for a moment, and then Nixie sighs and says, "You can't play Saturday." Scott looks up at her, and then says, "But… I can't quit the team. I love lacrosse. It's…" "I didn't say quit Scott. I just said you can't play Saturday. We need time. Time for you to learn at least some control, and Stiles and I need to time to figure out how to teach you without resorting to trying to trust Derek, who I still don't like right now."

Stiles nods in agreement and says, "You're gonna have to get out of the game." Scott sighs and says, "But I'm first line. Short of breaking something, I'm not sure coach will let me get out of the game." Nixie smiles slightly at him and says, "Well, if that's all it takes."

Scott grins at her a little, and then sighs and says, "This sucks." Stiles nods and says, "Tell me about it. I almost got eaten." Nixie rolls her eyes and says, "You were fine." "Yeah, thanks to you." "Whatever. Come on. We need to get out of here. I don't think the rest of the team is going to appreciate how hard you knocked their team captain on the ground."

"Nixie!"

She hadn't even really been sure she was going to stop at Scott's on the way past his house. She just wanted to ride by and see that everything was still quiet for the night.

Obviously… it wasn't.

Pumping her legs to get up the drive faster, she surged into the front door, grabbed a bat from downstairs, raced upstairs, and without hesitating for a second, ran into Scott's room and swung the bat at the now familiar black leather jacket that was Derek Hale.

This time she surprised him with her attack, and the bat kept ringing after she hit him in the head as hard as she could. He went down to the floor, leaving Scott free to get off the wall. Coming around to Nixie's side, he says, "Thanks." "No problem. By the way, how did you even know I was out there." "I smelled you."

Nixie blinks at that, and then asks, "Do I smell good?" "Yeah, actually. You smell great. Better than anyone else really. Well, except for Alison." "Well, I figured that."

Derek suddenly stands up on his feet again, but he doesn't come any closer. Glaring at Nixie and her bat, he says, "You're becoming a pain in the ass." "Funny how it's only the assholes who seem to think that."

He glares again, and then looks at Scott and says, "I mean it Scott."

Then he takes off out the window. Sighing, Nixie turns to Scott and asks, "What does he mean, exactly?" "He said if I even try to play in the game Saturday night, he'd kill me himself." "Huh. He's even dumber than I thought. Alright. Now I know what I'm doing tonight." "What's that?"

"Figuring out the best way to kill the werewolf who's a pain in my ass."

When Stiles comes back to them at school later the next day, he says, "Unbelievable! My dad is out looking for a rabid animal, while the jerkoff who actually killed the girl is just hanging out, doing whatever he wants."

Scott turns to Stiles and says, "Well, you can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek." Nixie shrugs and says, "I don't know. If I hit him in the head with a bat again and he heals as quickly as he did last night, Noah might believe us."

Both boys look at her, and she shrugs and says, "I'm just saying."

Stiles sighs and says, "I can do something." Scott asks, "Like what?" "Like find the other half of the body." "Are you freaking kidding?!"

But Stiles is already walking away. Sighing, Scott then glances down the hall towards where Lydia is introducing Alison to other players.

Nixie tries to stop him, seeing the jealous and almost angry look that enters his expression, but Scott pays her no mind. And as she listens into his conversation with Alison, Nixie sighs and says, "Don't Scott. Just don't."

After Alison walks away, Nixie says, "Scott, you realize you just sounded like an overzealous and jealous boyfriend right now, right?"

He turns to her, and then says, "Yeah, well, it's all Lydia's fault!" "Scott…" "I… I gotta go."

He takes off out the building, and Nixie sighs before heading down the hall in search of Lydia. Scott had yelled at her, which was out of character. But she knew it wasn't his fault. He was stressed about being a werewolf, about trying to get out of the game, and about what would happen if he did still have to play on Saturday. And Lydia… Lydia was adding to the problem.

So when Lydia closes her locker, she finds Nixie directly on the other side, waiting for her. Smiling, she asks, "You wanna talk about the paper? I was thinking…" "No."

Frowning, Lydia says, "Um… okay… but…" "Lydia, leave Scott alone."

Rolling her eyes, Lydia says, "He's being a wuss, no offense to you intended. He took Jackson out, separated his shoulder, and now he's not going to play the first game?! What the hell? So no, I'm not going to leave him alone. He either needs to play, or he'll figure out just how easy it'll be to lose his dream girl Alison."

Lydia turns to walk away, but gasps and is drawn up short by Nixie's hand gripping her arm. Pulling her back, Nixie says, "Lydia… we're friends. And I care about you… the real you anyway. I really do."

Stepping closer, Nixie says, "But I don't much care for the fake you. You know that. We've discussed this. And while you're being fake you, I know sometimes you forget that when talking to me, you're talking to someone who knows you really, really well."

Lydia's eyes widen when Nixie glares at her, and then Nixie says, "Fake you also tends to forget sometimes just how protective I am of the few people I care about. So I'll give you the benefit of the doubt for now, and I will repeat it for you again. Leave. Scott. Alone. He has a lot on his plate right now, and he does not need you adding to the ever growing pile of shit he has to deal with. So back the hell off."

Releasing Lydia's arm, Nixie says, "Work on the paper whenever you want. I'm busy today."

She's walking away, still pissed, when she pauses as Lydia says in a desperate tone, "Nixie!"

Glancing back, Nixie waits for whatever it is she wants now. And she does soften her gaze a little when Lydia asks worriedly, "Do… Do I… Can I still call you? For anything?"

Lydia knew the rule. She also knew that Nixie didn't give her number out to just anybody. And she told even fewer people that they could call her at any time, day or night, for anything. But Lydia was one of the people who could, and she did treasure being one of those people.

Which is why she was so terrified that maybe she had done something so bad as to lose her place in Nixie's small circle of people that she granted that privilege. But Nixie finally offers her a tiny smile, not a happy one, but a smile nonetheless. Then she says, "Always Lydia. For anything. I gotta go."

Nixie grins at Stiles when she sees him speed into the driveway of Scott's house and then scramble out of the car. Plopping down on the bed with Scott, she counts, "In three… two… one…"

The door bursts open to Scott's room and without missing even a single beat Stiles starts asking, "What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it?"

Scott raises an eyebrow, to which Stiles adds, "And yes, I've had a lot of Adderall." Sitting up, Nixie suggests, "He might've taken the whole bottle."

Stiles gives her a look, but then turns back to Scott and asks, "So…" Scott nods and says, "I found something at Derek Hale's." "What?!" Nixie leans back on the bed again and says, "Stiles, take a breath and let Scott finish."

Scott grins at her, and then says, "Something's buried there. I could smell blood." To which Nixie points a finger in the air and says, "Also note that we need to add his ability to smell blood even when the body is buried beneath the earth, to the ever growing list of abilities he appears to be attaining."

Stiles beams for a second and says, "That's awesome!" Then at Nixie's raised eyebrow, he backpedals and says, "I mean, that's terrible. Whose blood?" Scott shrugs and says, "I don't know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then both of you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there's no way I'm not playing in that game."

Turning to Nixie, he says, "Even if you did talk to Lydia after I yelled at you. Sorry about that by the way." Nixie shrugs and says, "I have a feeling mood swings are just something we're going to have to deal with in the early stages of you being a werewolf. Just keep the apologies coming, and we'll be in good shape my friend."

He grins again, and then says, "Alright. Come on. Let's dig up a body." And even though they've done some crazy things in the past, Nixie can't help but laugh as she says, "Never something I thought we'd ever be doing or need to worry about. We actually do this, and we can add grave robbery to our resumes when we get older."

Stiles looks at her and asks, "And this is you putting a positive spin on this?" "Yep. Unless you've got a better idea." He ponders for a moment, and then says, "No, not really. Alright. Let's do this."

As Scott slips into the doorway that will get him to the morgue, he suddenly grabs onto Nixie's wrist. Raising an eyebrow at him, she softens her gaze when he asks, "Can you come with me? I… I just…" "Hey. What else am I gonna do anyways? Stiles…" He turns to her when she says his name, nearly knocking over a vase in the process. Sighing, she says, "Don't break anything." He gives her a thumbs up, and then she follows Scott past the door.

When they finally get into the morgue, a seriously under-protected room in Nixie's opinion, Scott finds the drawer and pulls out the lower half of the body. This half isn't as gruesome as the first though, so Nixie thinks she'll be fine.

Scott, on the other hand, looks like he's about to have one of the old Stiles' panic attacks. Stiles hadn't had one in years, or at least that's what he'd told Nixie once. But Scott looked like he was about to have one. Coming up behind him, putting a hand on his back, she says, "Stand up straight."

He does. Then she says, "Breathe." He does what she says again. Then she asks, "Is it the same scent?" "Yeah." "Good."

She shuts the drawer for him, and then says, "Well… not good. But… well, you know what I mean. Now come on, before Stiles actually does break something."

Walking back down the hall, Scott says, "Thanks for coming." "Sure thing. Why me though? You could've brought Stiles." "Yeah, but he wouldn't have kept me as calm as you do." "And I keep you calm because I smell good?"

Scott stops walking as he considers it, and then looks at her when she moves in front of him. Shrugging, he says, "It's not just that. You just… you feel good. Like your hugs and stuff? All of that feels… it feels like more now. Like I can somehow appreciate all of what you put into a hug, if that makes any sense."

Nixie nods, and then says, "You'd better appreciate my hugs. They're priceless." Scott chuckles and says, "Believe me, I know. Come on. You're right about Stiles. We'll be lucky if his half of the hospital is still standing."

As Nixie grabs a shovel from the trunk of the jeep, she says, "You know, I'm aware it was an unrealistic hope, but I was still hoping we'd get to do this in the light of day." Stiles nods and says, "Would've been way less creepy. But you're right. Totally unrealistic. Of course, compared to everything else we're learning lately, my definition of realistic is beginning to expand quite a bit."

Nixie nods, and then they both stop when Scott says, "Wait. Something's different." Stiles looks at Nixie, who shrugs. Then he asks, "Different how?" Scott shakes his head as he looks around and says, "I don't know. Come on. Let's just get this over with."

As Nixie settles into a spot to start digging, she asks, "You're not excited about this anymore?" "I wasn't excited to begin with." But he grins at her again, even if it is a bit strained. So they get to work, knowing the sooner they hurry up and dig up the body, the sooner they can get out of here.

As they get lower in the ground though, Scott begins to get worried. "It's taking way too long guys." Nixie stands up straight, and when her head still sticks up past the top of the whole, she says, "We're not even close to six feet under yet Scott. If Derek buried her the typical amount for a grave, we have to get at least that far before we quit."

"But what if he comes back?" Stiles throws out another pile of dirt, and then says, "Then we get the hell out of here." "And what if he catches us?" Stiles gives Scott a look, and then says, "I've got a plan for that?" "What is it?"

And Nixie can't help but grin when Stiles answers Scott with, "You run one way, I run the other, and Nixie takes off up the middle. Whoever he catches… too bad." Scott gives them both a look and says, "I hate that plan." Nixie shrugs and says, "Long as I can keep my shovel, I think I can still make it out alive if he catches me. I'll scream profanities at him so he'll be more likely to chase me instead of you guys. You'll be fine Scott." "That's not the point either!"

But then they finally hit something other than dirt, and Stiles tosses his shovel aside to get closer and see what it is.

Some brown sack, tied up with rope. Sighing, Nixie bends down to start untying and says, "This job just doesn't get any easier does it."

When they finally pull the lid back on the sack, revealing a dead black wolf, not the half of a human body they were looking for… Stiles jumps back and screams, and Scott does the same.

Nixie looks at the eyes though. They were the same as the ones on the body she'd seen the night Scott rolled down the hill. Dead and creepy and… it made her want to gag and throw up all over again. Standing up, she says, "I don't get it."

Stiles nods and says, "Me either. Scott, I thought you said you smelled blood? As in human blood?" "And I told you something was different when we got here." Nixie looks at him, and then says, "Ah. So that's what it was. I was wondering when we were going to figure that out." Stiles huffs and says, "But it still doesn't make any sense."

Scott looks around them worriedly and says, "Guys, we've got to get out of here." Nixie nods and says, "Alright. Let's get this thing buried again before Derek wonders who dug it up. Why he has a wolf buried in his yard though… is definitely something we should ponder on the way home." Stiles nods and says, "Agreed."

But as they're getting ready to shove the dirt back in, Stiles spots the purple flower growing in the ground. "Hey Nix. You see this?" "Yeah. Why?" "Remember our research?" Nixie nods again, and looking at the flower closer, says, "It… well, it could be wolfsbane."

Scott looks at both of them and asks, "What's that?" Nixie looks at him, and then says, "Don't get Stiles started." But Stiles is already rattling off, "Haven't you ever seen 'The Wolf Man'? Lon Chaney Jr.? Claude Rains? The original classic werewolf movie dude?! Seriously. You're becoming this thing. You need to see some of this stuff." Scott huffs and asks, "But I haven't. So what the hell is wolfsbane?"

Stiles looks to Nixie, who shrugs. Then he huffs and says, "You are so unprepared for this. And you…" he points at Nixie, "are not helping." "He's been turning into this for a week at the most Stiles. He didn't really understand he was turning into a werewolf until a couple days ago. So… I don't really expect him to have updated his entire DVD collection yet to include things like 'The Wolf Man'."

He rolls his eyes at her and then moves over to grab the flower. Except when it comes out, it's attached to a long thick rope that Stiles keeps on pulling, revealing that it formed a circle around the grave they'd just dug up. Nixie sighs and says, "The weird shit has to stop eventually right? I mean… we already need to get Scott in control. We dug up a wolf. How much more stuff do we need to add to the pile at this point?"

But when Stiles is done… Nixie stares with Scott down into the hole… where the top half of the human body is now revealed to be in the sack. Not a wolf. At least, not anymore. And the pile of shit to deal with just got another thing added to it. Excellent.

And finally, because nothing else seems appropriate, Nixie just says, "Well shit. I didn't see that coming."

"Just so you know. I'm not afraid of you." Derek glares at Stiles from the back seat of the police car, to which Stiles then says, "Okay, maybe I am. Doesn't matter. I just want to know something. The girl you killed? She was a werewolf. She was a different kind wasn't she? I mean… she can turn herself into an actual wolf and Scott can't. At least, I don't think so. So… is that why you killed her?"

Nixie, outside the car, listens as Derek answers Stiles question with another question. "Why are you so worried about me when it's your friend who's the problem? When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're gonna do, huh? Just keep cheering him on?"

Both Derek and Stiles then look when Nixie opens the door on the other side, in the back with Derek no less, and slides in next to him. Leaving the door open just a crack so she can easily get back out on her own, she settles in comfortably, and then replies, "I will, so that's gotta count for something." Derek huffs and says, "Look, I can't stop him from playing, but you two can. And trust me… you want to."

The edge to Derek's eyes, the sudden concern and worry there, has Nixie curious as to what has him so agitated about Scott playing. It couldn't just be Scott's safety, or even his own. So what else was there?

That's when Noah opens the door though and drags Stiles out of the car. He doesn't see Nixie yet, but she knows it's only a matter of time before she's found if she doesn't get out soon.

Silence for a moment, and then Derek turns to her when she says, "Explain it to me." "What?" "Tell me why you in particular don't want Scott to play tomorrow. And don't bullshit me. And try not sounding like you're trying to threaten my life in the process."

Derek stares at her for a moment, so she adds, "You have about a minute before I'm hightailing it out of here so Noah can't drag me out of the car too, by the way. So any second now would be great."

"I don't think the alpha knows exactly who he is yet." "Alpha? What alpha?" Derek sighs and says, "I apparently don't have time to explain it all. You said I have a minute. But the wolf that did bite Scott… I don't think he's positive of who Scott is yet. But he's still here, and still looking. And if Scott shifts on the field and shows everyone what he is… the alpha will definitely figure it out. And then it's just a matter of time before he comes after Scott."

Nixie stares at him for a moment more, and then says, "See? Talking like you aren't trying to kill me actually works on some level." "Meaning?" "Meaning we are going to work with Scott to help him control the shift. But if we can't, I'll find a way to make coach bench him."

And with that, she slides out of the car before Noah can see her, and before Derek can comment further.

She still doesn't make it to the jeep again before Noah does spot her though. "Hey! Nix!" She turns towards him, and when he reaches her, he says, "So… you were out here last night?" Nixie glances in Stiles direction, watches as he scratches the back of his head sheepishly.

Yep. Noah got it out of Stiles. Not fantastic news at this point, but not really all that surprising either. Great.

Back to Noah, she says, "I also recall you saying that if I knew Stiles was going to be out there alone anyway, that there was no way in hell I would've stayed home and let him go by himself." "And you couldn't… I don't know, have stopped him yourself." "Not without hurting him, and I'm against hurting Stiles. Unless it's to hit him in the back of the head, but I seriously doubt that would've kept him in bed that night."

As Noah looks like he's trying to prepare to berate her further, she says, "Look, I know you see me as the mature one of our little group. And I try to be… sometimes. At least enough to keep us out of serious trouble. But… and I don't mean to say that you don't know them… but I know these guys. And I knew I wasn't going to keep them in bed that night. So I came with."

Noah crosses his arms and asks, "And not answering me when I called you?" "Kind of two reasons. One being that Scott didn't want to get in trouble and neither did I. But the other, and more important one, was the Scott was already having trouble breathing and I didn't want to add to it and cause him to have a panic type episode by letting you know where we were."

Noah glances at Scott towards the jeep, and then asks, "Everyone's okay?" "Yeah. We're fine. And don't worry. I'll tell Stiles that talking to Derek, an alleged murderer, is a stupid idea and to never do it again." "Good."

Wrapping an arm around her, hugging her, Noah says, "You know I just want you guys safe, right?" "I know. Believe me, it's appreciated. More than you know." "Good. Now get out of here. This is a crime scene." "Yes sir." She mock salutes him, making him grin, and then she heads back to the jeep with the boys. Stiles huffs and asks, "How come when he talks to you, it ends in a hug?" "I'm better at knowing when and where to use sarcasm. It kind of just flows out of you."

Rolling his eyes, Stiles says, "Come on. Get in."

As they're driving down the road now, Stiles rattling off all the possibilities of why Derek Hale might've buried that girl in a ring of wolfsbane, Nixie jumps in surprise when Scott suddenly says, "Just stop! Stop saying werewolf so much! Stop enjoying this!"

Leaning forward, Nixie asks, "Scott, you okay?" "No! I'm so not okay right now!" "Why? What's wrong? Hey, calm down, it'll be alright." But he thrashes in his seat a little bit before turning sharply to look in Stiles' bag that rests between them. And coiled up inside is the wolfsbane rope.

Nixie knows Stiles obviously kept it to keep his dad from finding it. And she now also knows that it's apparently what's causing Scott to freak out. Sighing, she braces herself for whatever onslaught is about to come because of this.

"Seriously Stiles! You kept it!"

Nixie grabs Scott's shoulder, looking at his yellow glowing eyes, and says, "Just breathe Scott." "I can't! Stop the car!"

Stiles does, taking the bag and tossing it into the woods. But Scott breaks free of Nixie's hold and takes off into the woods anyway, in the opposite direction. Sighing, Nixie huffs and says, "Great. Now we need to find him again." Stiles comes back and says, "I couldn't just… just leave it there. I…" "I know Stiles. It's not totally your fault. Just get back in. We've got to find him before he does something he regrets." "And where exactly should we start with that?" "Well, you can try dispatch in a minute and see if they're in a good mood today. Ask if they've seen any strange dog like beings running around. Other than that, right now… I have no idea."

Nixie sighs in relief when Stiles texts her from the boys' locker room at the game later on. She hadn't wanted to quit, but Stiles couldn't also be one of the players missing from the game. It would just make it all the more apparent to other people that Scott was slacking off if Stiles was gone. And Scott wasn't slacking off… he was just having a seriously bad week.

Unfortunately, no one else except for Stiles and Nixie knew why. Well, except for Derek Hale, but he had a tendency to make the situation worse before making it better, so Nixie doesn't count him.

So anyways, they'd had to give up and head back to school and hope and pray that Scott had returned to play in the game like he'd originally planned. And it's confirmed in Stiles' text, which says, "He's here. All good. Still playing. Not sure how this is gonna go."

But at least he's here, and not wolfed out or anything. At least at the moment. Sighing again, Nixie's about to wander over to the parking lot or to stand next to the bleachers. She loved Lydia to death, but she generally didn't sit with her at these games. Nixie did not cheer for Jackson. She'd cheer for the team as a whole. She'd do that all day. But just Jackson?

Hell no.

However, as she was preparing to wander, Nixie turns when she hears Alison shout, "Nixie!"

Alison is so relieved that she's here. Because Nixie wasn't kidding. Lydia was sometimes a force to be reckoned with. And right now, Alison didn't want to find out if she could 'reckon' her alone. Plus, she wasn't really sure her dad was all that approving of Lydia. But she knew that Chris liked Nixie, at least a little bit.

Nixie turns to see all three of them on the bleachers, preparing to sit down. Alison waves her over to the empty seat between her and her dad. And Nixie doesn't miss the desperate look on Alison's face. She'd apparently had all of the alone time with Lydia today that she could take.

Note to self. In the future, do not hurt Jackson so badly that he can't play lacrosse. Not unless he actually hurts Scott or Stiles. Because a Lydia dating an injured Jackson… well, it just wasn't good.

Climbing up the bleachers, Nixie says, "Hey guys." Chris smiles warmly at her, and then Alison says, "Hey yourself. So I hear you were with Stiles when he found that dead body?" Nixie tilts her head and asks, "How'd you hear that?" "Oh, my dad."

Nixie turns to Chris, who shrugs and says, "I hear things. I sell weaponry for a living, so talking to the cops on a regular basis is something I do." Nixie nods, and then says, "Yeah, I was there. Someone's got to at least attempt to keep Stiles in line. Not that I have much better luck, but at least if I'm there I can make sure he doesn't hurt himself."

Alison laughs, and then looks out at the field and waves at Scott. Chris looks out at him too, and then asks, "Is that him?" Alison nods, blushing a little. Nixie raises an eyebrow and asks, "What? What'd I miss?" "Oh. Dad nearly ran over Scott in our driveway. He's fine though."

Chris doesn't miss the way Nixie tenses immediately, or how quick Alison was to reassure her that Scott was indeed fine. Looking to Nixie again, he asks, "Friend of yours too?" "Scott's like my brother." Back to Chris, still smiling, but a slightly harder edge to her eyes, she says, "Hell will come on swift wings to those who try to hurt him or Stiles."

For a moment, Chris wonders if he should actually be worried for his safety. Her eyes… they were striking. And they spoke volumes. He didn't doubt she was serious with the threat. He did wonder if it was imminent or not at the moment though.

But then she relaxes and adds, "Of course, the same applies for Lydia and now Alison. And you, I'm pretty sure. Parents are always trickier for me. Stiles dad is for sure on the list of people I'll seek revenge for. You, my dear Chris, have work to do though."

He chuckles and says, "I'll see what I can do." "Awesome." Back to Alison, but so Chris can still hear, Nixie says, "I like your dad. He takes my sarcasm and just runs with it." Alison grins, and then they look out at the field to watch the game play.

As it's going on though, Nixie watches as Scott becomes more agitated by the second. Huffing at one point, she stands up and says, "Sorry Chris. I'll be back." She squeezes past him, and for a moment he wonders how she intends to get down the bleachers. Even parts of the stairs are lined with people, so it'll take some maneuvering.

He leans back in surprise though when she leaps over the railing at the side and lowers herself down to the ground. Turning to Alison, he asks, "How exactly did she do that?" Lydia glances over, and then says, "Oh, you mean jump the rail? Half the time that girl gets anywhere, she's jumping over and sliding under something. Claims going around would take up too much unnecessary time."

Alison laughs, and then turns to her dad and says, "Scott said that Stiles labeled her what he calls a compact ninja. Adorable in size and fierce in skill at kicking ass. At least, that's what they said. But don't call her that to her face! She might get offended."

Chris chuckles, looking down to where Nixie has now joined Stiles on the bench.

To Stiles, Nixie asks, "What is going on?" "Well… and I'm not sure, but I think, I think… Scott's probably shifting a little." "No shit Sherlock. I mean why?" "They're not passing him the ball. Jackson knocked him on his ass when they're on the same team. And Lydia's got Alison holding up a sign cheering for Jackson half the time they're playing. All equaling out to… a very frustrated Scott."

Sighing, Nixie says, "Keep an eye on him. Get me if you think you'll need help with him." "On it."

Back to the bleachers, Nixie climbs up and over the railing swiftly, and then back to her seat. Chris pats her back and asks, "Everything okay." "No. Jackson's being an ass. Not that he isn't always. But he's being an exceptionally large ass right now."

Lydia pauses in her cheering to look down at Nixie, for a moment caught between continuing to cheer for her boyfriend, and possibly sitting to console her friend.

Nixie glances up at her, and then sighs and says, "Cheer away Lydia."

But as Alison sighs and makes to stand, Nixie puts a hand on her leg and leans closer to her ear. "I do wish you would not cheer for Jackson though. Just… call it a hunch of mine." Alison nods and stays sitting with her, slipping her arm through Nixie's as they watch the game. And Nixie smiles when Alison says softly, more to herself than anything, "You can do it Scott."

Nixie's not sure why, but she feels confident that even without trying, Scott could probably hear Alison's voice over the roar of all the others. He was so attuned to her already, even in this short period of time that they'd known each other.

And sure enough, not long after that, Scott's game improves. Nixie knows part of that is the werewolf side of him coming out. But at the very least, for the moment, Scott seems to have it in control. Or… well, not control. But at least targeted towards the playing of the game, and not anything else.

Which is what worries her when the game finally ends. Because yes, they won the game. Yes, Scott scored the final three points to win the game. And yes, everyone is cheering not solely for Jackson, but for Scott and the rest of the team.

And Scott still takes off and away into the woods, obviously afraid of what he might do now. Without the game to target all of his energy towards, he's losing the fragile grip on control that he'd had a moment ago.

Standing up with Alison, Nixie turns when Alison asks, "Where's he going?" Nixie shrugs and says, "Maybe he's having another asthma thing. It wouldn't be the first time. You might wanna check the locker rooms and see if he's in there. I know he keeps a spare inhaler there. Might be where he's going, in a roundabout way. I'll check over there in the woods and see if he's still there and what's bugging him if he is. Sound good?" "Yeah. Thanks."

When Nixie finally dashes into the locker room, having gotten a text from Stiles saying that's where Scott was, she finds Stiles peeking around some lockers, just watching something. Coming up behind him, she finds him watching Scott and Alison; kissing.

Grinning and leaning back, Nixie sighs in relief and says, "One crisis averted for the day. Thank God."

Alison then says she needs to get back to her dad, and when she sees Stiles, she says, "Hey Stiles." "Hi… yeah."

Nixie laughs at him, and then rounds the other corner to meet Alison. Walking back outside with her, Nixie says, "So… I take it he wasn't having an asthma thing." "Nope." Alison grins and reaches up to touch her lips. Nixie grins back, and then asks, "Where's your dad?" "Oh, he's over there. You don't have to come though. I mean, I can…"

Nixie holds up a hand to stop her and says, "Scott's head is in the clouds and Stiles is… well… he's Stiles. Leaving me as the only person capable of walking you back to your dad. And also, you're not walking out here alone while I'm here. It's dark. And just because this is a school doesn't mean there aren't weirdos and bozos around lurking in the shadows."

Alison laughs and asks, "And if they are there? What are you going to do exactly?" "Kick their asses while you run for help." "I can fight too you know." "Yes, I'm sure you can. But as I will already be fighting, you should be the one to go get help. It's just common sense at that point." "Oh, I see. Well, if it's common sense…"

Nixie laughs as they reach the SUV, and as Alison slides in she turns back to Nixie and says, "Thanks. And tell Scott I'll see him in school on Monday." "Sure thing. Bye Alison. Bye Chris."

When Nixie gets back to the locker room though, the happiness is gone, and in it's place is concern, confusion, and a little bit of terror. Sighing, Nixie asks, "What now?"

Stiles turns to her and says, "My dad got a call from the medical examiner. Says the determination was that the girl was killed by an animal, and not a human. And Derek's human, so…" Nixie rolls her eyes and says, "So he's out. And… anything else?" "Yeah. How'd you know?" "You have that look on your face that says, 'And here's the real kicker'. Out with it. What else?"

Stiles sighs and says, "They finally IDed the body. Both halves. And it was Laura Hale. Derek's sister."

Nixie frowns deeply at that, and then says, "Then that doesn't make sense." "What do you mean?" "I mean, what we thought before. We thought Derek had done it. Well… I wasn't set on it, but it made sense. But now that I know who she was… it doesn't make sense anymore. Derek is dark and brooding and creepy as all get out. But… I mean… he cares about family. He called Scott a brother, and I think to Derek that means more than he'd really like us to think."

Running a hand over her head, she says, "So… I mean… he wouldn't kill his sister. He just wouldn't. Which means…" Scott lifts his head and says, "Which means that the werewolf that bit me is probably the one that did it all along. And he's still out there." Nixie nods, and then sighs and says, "Alright. It's too late to be worrying so much about this. Scott… you played an excellent game, and you managed to keep your secret under the lid. Props to you. Stiles, you kept an eye on Scott, and managed to not freak him out with this until just now. Props to you too."

Pondering for a moment, she then says, "And I'm just awesome. So props to me as well. Everybody go home. We'll worry about more of this tomorrow. Or maybe Monday. No… tomorrow would be better. The sooner the better." Stiles just grins at her and wraps an arm around her shoulders as they head back outside. Sighing, he says, "And I'm the one who gets called out for rambling." "That's because you always ramble. I ramble at select times, not twenty-four-seven." "Oh whatever!"

At her apartment later, raiding her fridge of what little food is left, she looks online to see if anyone had put in a bid on the TV she's been trying sell. She needs her laptop for school, so she can't sell that. But the TV… well, she didn't use her own often enough anyway. She could afford to lose it.

And someone is willing to pay four-hundred bucks for it. Thank God.

With a little luck, she'll be able to put that money into the final fixes that are needed for the motorcycle. To be fair, the motorcycle, again, isn't really a piece of junk. Someone apparently just didn't want put the money and time into it. Lucky for Nixie, she supposes. Now she has a bike, and all she needs is the money to invest in it. Then when someone calls her and needs something, she'll actually be able to make descent time, instead of having to wait for a bus to get her somewhere.

Gas might be an issue at some points, but she'll have to work that out later. One problem at a time. And with Scott's problems continuously growing and piling… well, it's just going to be a while before she can figure out the gas thing. But again… that's a problem for another day.

Tonight she sleeps, kind of cold and alone in her apartment, but satisfied nonetheless. Today had turned into a good day. And in light of all the bad days they were bound to have ahead of them… what more could she really ask for at this point.

Chapter 2! Yay. And yes, for those wondering, this story is actually already written and finished. (I have a thing about not actually starting the post the story until I'm sure I've finished it.) Anyways, hope you're still enjoying the journey through Season 1. Let me know. And again, hopefully Chapter 3 will be soon to follow. :)