"Where are we going?" Haven asked Scott as they ran out of the empty school towards the buses. They were staying late working on a report for English, then suddenly Scott had another idea.

"I just want to be alone with you." Scott answered with a grin, climbing into a bus with Haven right behind him.

"We already were alone, McCall." Haven pointed out sarcastically but grinned to let him know she was just playing.

After Scott sat onto a seat near the back of the bus, Haven slid into the seat across from him. "So..." she said with a smile, "now what?"

Scott grinned, moving from his seat over to hers. Haven placed her hands at the back of his neck to pull him closer. She had to admit, having a makeout session in a school bus was kinda...exhilarating. And even though it wasn't ever on her bucket list, it was crossed off now.

Everything was going so well. They laughed, kissed, and just when Haven thought things were going to progress...Scott got weird. He moved away from her so quickly that she thought she had hurt him somehow or something,

"Scott?" Haven sounded worried, climbing out of the seat to check on him across the aisle.

"Get away from me." Scott demanded, his voice sounding darker.

"Scott, what's going on?" She placed her hand on his shoulder but didn't expect what she was seeing. Scott's eyes were glowing, excess hair popped up, and his ears were pointed. A gasp escaped Haven's lips as she staggered backwards. She felt terrified and yet...not. "I knew it" She whispered then screamed when Scott roared at her.

Haven ran down the bus to try and get away, but Scott's claw gripped onto her ankle and pulled her to the floor. "Scott! Stop it!" she screamed, but the attempts of an attack continued. Tapping into her old self defense courses, Haven managed to get a swift kick in. That gave her enough of an opening to scramble to her feet and run to the closed door.

Unfortunately, Haven wasn't able to get the door opened in time. She felt Scott's claws over her mouth and throat, then a muffled scream escaped her lips...

Haven's scream wasn't so muffled when she jolted awake in bed. Her heart was pounding in her chest so hard that she thought it'd burst right out of it like that episode of Supernatural.

Moments later, Allison ran into the room with Chris and Victoria not too far behind. "Haven!" Allison rushed over to her sister and cupped her face.

Chris had his registered firearm raised and aimed in the room in case there was an intruder. Victoria moved to the other side of Haven and smoothed out her hair, "What happened?"

"I...I'm sorry." Haven replied, still trembling from the nightmare and drenched with sweat, "It was just a nightmare." It felt so real though. Haven could still feel the claws at her throat, like phantom pain or something. "I'm okay now." Her voice made it clear that she was trying to convince herself of this just as much as she was trying to convince them.

Chris, who had finally lowered his weapon asked, "Haven, are you sure it was just a nightmare?"

"Yes." Haven moved Allison's hands from her face when it finally clicked that they were there, "I'm fine, really. I...I just want to go back to bed."

"Alright sweetheart," Victoria kissed her daughters head softly, "we're right down the hall if you need us." She stood and gestured for Chris to follow.

Chris kissed Haven's head as well before saying goodnight and walking out of the room with Victoria.

Allison, however, stayed put. "I'm staying here for the rest of the night, don't even think about arguing with me."

Honestly, Haven wasn't planning on it. She handed Allison a pillow before pulling the covers up to her chin.

"You want to talk about it?" Allison asked and Haven shook her head.

"No." The last thing Haven wanted was to talk about it because it felt so real, but it wasn't just that...it felt like dejavu. Not like she had the dream before, but that she had seen it...and in a way...she had lived it. Once again the Parker that was buried deep within her was trying to take hold...break free. It was only a matter of time...

Haven didn't sleep at all for the rest of the night and didn't even say a word. She couldn't get the feeling of claws at her neck out of her mind. Not to mention the fact that her dream self said that she knew it when Scott went all Wolfman on her. Haven had to keep mentally reminding herself over and over that it was just a dream and that she shouldn't read anything into it. That didn't stop her though...nothing seemed to.

Not even Allison's attempts at conversation in the car could pull Haven out of her focus. It wasn't until Allison snapped her fingers in front of her face that she snapped out of it, "Jeeze! What!" Haven snapped back, a bit more harshly than intended.

"You're going down the rabbit hole, Haven. You're not talking about whatever that nightmare was, even though I can see that it really got under your skin. So spill it or face the consequences." Allison looked at her sister for a moment before looking back to the road.

Haven ran her hand through her hair, sighing, "Allison...do you believe in werewolves?"

"What kind of question is that?" Allison asked, trying to dodge it, then asked, "Who's been talking about werewolves?" The first thing that came to mind was Scott had confessed being a werewolf to her or something. If that was the case...well, she'd have to do something about it.

"My nightmare was about werewolves. One tried to kill me and...it just felt so real." Haven rubbed her neck as she spoke. "And when I saw the werewolf I was all 'I knew it' before I ran for my life. What's up with that?" She deliberately didn't say that it was Scott in face her sister took that as some weird sign that they shouldn't be dating.

Allison was doing her best to navigate around this topic of conversation. She hated what she was about to do, but did it anyway, "You're been watching too many horror movies, Haven. That's it."

Haven sighed, "Yeah, you're probably right, but I can't help it. I love scary stuff, you know that." At least when she wasn't the one actually living it.

"Except when it's real or feels real?" Allison could tell what her sister was thinking.

Haven nodded, "Pretty much."

"Want to ditch today?" Allison asked, right before she was about to pull into the parking lot.

"Naw, I'm good." Haven replied, which was weird since she'd usually jump at the chance to ditch. There was just a pretty good incentive to continue with her attendance; Scott.

"Okay, then." Allison pulled into a parking spot and the Argent twins got out of the car. "I'll see in later."

"See ya." Haven replied, watching as her sis went off to talk with Lydia and Jackson. A laugh escaped her lips when Allison shot down Greenburg, yet again.

With a sigh, Haven adjusted the bag on her shoulder. This was going to be an interesting day...

Her initial thought that this was going to be an interesting day was turning out to be true. She turned the corner on the way to class when she saw Scott punch a locker. Okay, that was one hell of an understatement...Scott punched the locker...dented it, and almost completely dehinged it. Slowly approaching Scott, she joked, "Are you sure you're not on steroids?"

Scott, surprised and relieved to hear Haven's voice, turned around to quickly face her. "You're here. You're okay." Even his voice was fast paced.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Not quite sure what I just saw but I'm fine." Haven replied, "Are you okay?"

"I'm just really glad to see you." Scott answered, a smile spread across his face.

"Well, McCall, the feeling just happens to be mutual." Haven smiled along with Scott then pointed to the locker, "So...steroids?"

Scott looked at the dented, broken door, before turning back to her, "Weak metal."

"Suuuuure." Haven drew out the word to emphasize how much she didn't believe him. "Keep it up I just might think my nightmare was real."

"What nightmare?" Scott asked, his heart rate spiking a bit.

"It sounds so stupid but...I dreamed that you were a Wolfman and tried to kill me." Haven faked a laugh to try and ease the now awkward moment.

"I had a dream like that too." Scott regretted admitting that the moment it came out of his mouth.

Haven looked aghast, "Oh no! We're have the same brain!" she acted quite dramatically before laughing. "Allison's right, it's probably because of the horror movies I've been watching and the late night texts to you about it."

"Yeah," Scott answered, even though he knew that wasn't the case...at least for him, "I'm sure that's it."

Their conversation was cut short when the Principal's voice came out through the intercom announcing that as the Police work on the incident with one of the buses, that class will proceed as normal.

That announcement furrowed Haven's brow, "What happened to the bus?"

"Looks like an animal ripped it apart." Scott answered then really wanted to change the subject, "Still on for lunch?"

"Definitely." Haven smiled, mussed of Scott's hair then headed off to class.

Scott quickly pulled his cell phone from his pocket and texted Stiles about Haven's dream on the way to his next period.

Lunch was the first chance Stiles and Scott had to talk about the shared dream, "Before anything else, dreams aren't memories. They're dreams and the fact you two shared one, probably a coincidence." Stiles set his tray down before taking a seat at an empty table.

"I can't remember anything from last night after hanging up with Haven. Something did happen." Scott retorted, taking a seat across from his best friend. "Do you think Haven saw something but doesn't remember? Or she's in shock or something?"

"Or she's right and you two are sharing a brain." Stiles suggested. Scott looked at him like he was nuts, so he said, "What? It's not like we know what happens between werewolves and their human love interests."

Scott wasn't sure how he felt about that. "Maybe I should ask Derek."

"What makes you think Derek has all the answers?" Since they were responsible for getting Derek arrested, Stiles didn't like his plan.

"Because at the full moon, he wasn't changed. He was in total control while I was running at night attacking some innocent guy." Scott was freaking a bit.

"You don't know that." Stiles was trying to convince him that maybe he wasn't the cause of the whole bus being ripped apart and the injured guy.

"I don't not know it!" Scott retorted strongly before reluctantly coming to a decision about something, "I can't go out with Haven tomorrow, I have to cancel."

"Dude, no. You can't just go around canceling your life." Now it was Stiles' turn to look at his best friend like he was crazy. "We'll figure it out."

"Figure what out?" Lydia asked before taking a seat next to Scott.

"Uh, homework." Scott replied before looking at Stiles.

"Why is she sitting with us?" Stiles whispered.

"I don't know." Scott replied then smiled when Haven sat down next to him.

"Sorry about...them. Allison thought it'd be a good idea." Haven rolled her eyes after telling Scott why Lydia, Jackson, Allison, and Danny were all sitting at the table with them.

"I heard the attack was some sort of animal. Maybe a cougar." Danny started the conversation and Jackson retorted, "I heard it was a mountain lion."

"I cougar is a mountain lion." Haven and Lydia unintentionally spoke in unison. While that sent shivers down Haven's spine, Lydia added in, "Isn't it?"

"Who cares." Jackson shot back to Lydia before glaring at Haven.

"You okay?" Scott asked Haven, who nodded in reply.

"Weird dejavu." Haven replied, opening her bottle of water, shooting some glares of her own at Jackson.

"Can we talk about something more fun?" Lydia was growing tired of the bus attack conversation, "Like...where are we all going out tomorrow night?" She looked at Scott and Haven when she said that.

"Excuse me?" Haven had no idea why Lydia was asking them.

"Allison said you two were hanging out tomorrow night, and since I refuse to stay home again and watch lacrosse videos, we're going out and doing something fun." Lydia had made up their minds for them.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. This is not a group date." Haven retorted, shooting daggers at her twin.

"It is now." Allison said with a grin, "So, Stiles, what are you doing tomorrow night?"

Scott looked around at all of them before turning to Haven, "What just happened?"

"My sister happened." Haven let out a deep sigh, stabbing her fork into her food while ignoring Stiles' stammered reply to Allison's group date invitation.

"Oh! How about bowling?" Allison suggested when Stiles finally agreed to join them.

"Don't you like bowling?" Lydia asked Jackson, smiling.

Jackson scoffed, "Yeah, when I have actual competition." that was a direct shot at Scott.

"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Haven shot back, looking down the table at Jackson. "You don't know us."

"Well can you bowl?" Jackson cocked his head in question.

"Yes." Haven answered and Scott added, "Sort of."

"Is it sort of, or is it yes?" Jackson turned his attention to Scott.

Scott's face hardened a bit, "Yes. In fact, I'm a great bowler." After that exchange with Jackson, Scott turned back to Haven.

Haven grinned a bit at Scott, "You're a terrible bowler, aren't you?" she whispered.

"Yeah, pretty much." Scott admitted and Haven couldn't stop smiling.

"That's okay, I'll give you some pointers." She winked after saying that because she had an idea.

When Haven caught up with Allison after school, she swatted her in sight. "Hey! What was that for?" Allison exclaimed, rubbing her arm.

"What's wrong with you? A group 'hang out' really? You knew I was looking forward to that date with Scott. And you don't even have a thing for Stiles, so what's going on?" Haven crossed her arms, clearly not amused.

"You need more friends, Haven. I thought this would be a good way to go about it." Allison replied, simply enough. Not about to admit that she didn't want Haven in close quarters with Scott until his species was determined. That and Allison wanted a legitimate excuse to get close enough to talk with Stiles to see what he knew and such.

"Allison, in what universe do you and I have the same friends?" Haven retorted, still not liking the answer.

"This one." Allison answered simply enough with a smile, "Now come on, let's go shopping for our dates." She wiggled her eyebrows playfully which received a groan out of her sister in reply. "Oh, by the way, Lydia is coming with us."

Haven stopped in her tracks and saw Stiles coming towards them so she acted quickly, "Sorry, Alli, I just remembered that Stiles and I are going to work on homework together." She grabbed his arm as he started to pass and pull him over.

"We are?" Stiles didn't know what she was talking about, but the pinch he received from her quickly got him on board, "Right, right. We are. Yep, absolutely working on homework."

Allison didn't believe them whatsoever, but pulled a Haven and rolled her eyes, "Liars. Fine, I'll see you at home."

"Bye." Haven waved off her sister then turned to Stiles. "Thanks, I appreciate that."

"No problem." Stiles answered as they walked in the opposite direction together, then asked, "Hey, Haven...Am I attractive to gay guys?"

Honestly...Haven had no idea how to answer that question so she just looked forward and didn't say a word.

"Haven? Did you hear me? Oh come on, first Scott now you? I'm really starting to think that I'm not attractive to gay guys." Stiles looked and sounded so disappointed by that.

Haven tried to hold in her laughter, but failed miserably. Stiles threw up his hands in an 'I give up' manner in reply.

"I thought you were doing homework with Stiles?" Allison asked, leaning on the kitchen counter at their home when Haven finally walked in.

"We did." Haven answered, because that was the truth. "I'm serious! I just finished mine before he barely started to we parted ways." That was just about the truth, anyway. Stiles got a text then had to go, but either way Haven had her homework done. The exclusion of the big report due in a few days.

"You feeling any better about your nightmare?" Allison asked, sliding a can of cherry cola over to her sister.

Haven graciously accepted the soda, "I'm fine, Alli. And don't worry, I'm going to put on some cheesy romantic comedy on before going to bed. After not sleeping last night, I could use the extra." Haven thanked Allison for the soda and headed up to her room.

Allison walked into the living room and found her mom sitting there. "How's Haven?" Victoria asked, setting her book down.

"I'm not sure if she's really okay or in denial. Either way, I'm sticking close." Allison replied, then toyed with the tab on her soda can. "Hey mom...I know you don't think she should know but...I think a part of her already does, don't ask me how but..."

Victoria held up her hand to stop her daughter from continuing, "Allison, I am not going to say this again. Haven is not to know, and if I find out that you or your father told her, there will be consequences." Victoria was firm with her words.

"Sorry I brought it up." Allison replied, grabbing her bags from the shopping trip with Lydia before heading upstairs as well. About halfway up the stairs, Allison got an idea. One that she would definitely have to share with her father. Her mom made it clear that she and dad couldn't tell Haven, but she never said that someone else couldn't. And that's where Allison's idea came into play...

Good thing the next day was Saturday because Haven pretty much slept the whole day away. Not quite, but close enough. It was late afternoon by the time she woke up, got something to eat, and got ready for the group date. It stilled bugged her to no end that it was a group date, but any time spent with Scott was better than nothing.

Haven was pulled from these thoughts when Allison and Lydia came into her room, "Oh sure, come right on in, no need to knock." Her tone was riddled with sarcasm.

"I've never needed to knock before." Allison crossed her arms, noting her twin's attitude.

"I wasn't talking to you." Haven replied, looking at Lydia as she did.

Lydia narrowed her eyes in annoyance, "I still can't believe you two are sisters. You're so...different." She said that like it was a bad thing.

Allison, wanting to nip this in the bud, interjected, "So, Haven, what are you wearing tonight?"

Haven looked down at her deep maroon colored tank top, jeans, and combat boots, "Uh, this." She grabbed her denim jacket off the bed and slipped her arms through.

"No, you're not." Lydia retorted, making her way to Haven's closet with Allison right behind her. While the two were going through Haven's closet to find something to wear, Chris walked into the bedroom.

Haven threw up her hands in defeat, "Sure, everyone, just come right in."

Chris winced a little, "Sorry, I forgot to knock."

Haven crossed her arms, ignoring those who were critiquing the clothing options, "What is it dad?"

"I just came in to tell you girls that you're not going out tonight." Chris replied, received a displeased "What?!" From the twins.

"I'm not letting you two go out when there's a wild animal on the loose. When the curfew is lifted, we'll talk." Chris left the conversation at that and walked out of the bedroom.

Haven narrowed her eyes, grabbed her bag and headed for the window.

"What is she doing?" Lydia asked, pointing towards Haven.

Allison grinned, "She's making a break for it. One would think my dad would learn by now that the worst thing to say to Haven is that she can't do something. It just makes her want to do it all the more."

Before climbing out the window, Haven looked back to them, "Coming?"

Allison smiled wide and followed her sister out the window.

Lydia watched as the twins walked out onto the room, jumped off with a flip thing, and both landed on their feet. Haven hadn't done anything like that in a long time and it felt good.

Lydia looked at them with wide eyes. "Years of gymnastics." Allison explained. "You coming?"

Haven laughed as Lydia shook her head and replied, "I think I'll take the stairs."

When they arrived at the bowling alley, after getting their shoes, Haven greeted Scott by jumping on his back with laughter. "Hello to you too." Scott replied, laughing along with her before she slid off.

"Where's Stiles?" Allison asked, looking around.

"You were serious?" Scott replied, "He thought it was a joke or something, so he's not coming."

Allison rolled her eyes before walking off to join Lydia and Jackson.

"Should I call Stiles to come?" Scott asked Haven, who shook her head.

"And subject your best friend to this kind of torture? I don't think so." Haven took Scott's hand and led him over to the bowling balls. She looked for one that was the right weight for her and fit her fingers.

"You look like you know what you're doing." Scott commented, trying to follow Haven's lead.

"We used to go bowling with our dad a lot." Haven replied, then asked, "When was the last time you went bowling?"

"At a birthday party...when I was eight." Scott admitted, embarrassed.

Haven smiled and mussed up Scott's hair, "Just find one that fits your fingers and isn't too heavy. I can help more when we actually start playing."

Scott and Haven sat next to each other as they awaited their turn to bowl. Their conversation was interrupted by Allison coming over and asking, "So, what are you two chatting about?"

"How ridiculous Lydia is being. It's obvious she's faking being bad at bowling." Haven gestured over to the display Lydia was putting on for Jackson.

"She does that a lot." Allison admitted, sighing.

"You've noticed it too?" Haven asked, receiving a nod from her sister in reply.

"I've even noticed it. She kicks ass in math class but in science with Jackson...not so much." Scott didn't like talking about Lydia or anyone really, for that matter, behind their back, but he didn't get it.

It was now Haven's turn to bowl so she got up from her seat with a wink to Scott, and walked up to the lane. After picking up her ball and squaring herself, she took a couple steps and let it go. The ball rolled down the lane, knocking down all the pins for a strike. Haven did a little happy dance, before turning around and brushing off her shoulders.

Scott gave her a high five when she came back over to sit down, "Nice." He thought it was very impressive.

"Thanks." Haven couldn't seem to stop herself from smiling. It was strange to admit, but she was actually having fun.

Jackson took his turn, and like Haven, he bowled a strike. After taking his seat next to Lydia, he said, "You're up, McCall."

"Just line yourself up and try to bowl straight." Haven whispered to Scott before he got up to take his turn. Despite his effort, he ended up getting a gutter ball.

Haven wanted to punch Jackson for laughing at Scott. "Jackson, shut up if you know what's good for you."

Jackson didn't stop laughing, "I'm just flashing back to the words 'I'm a great bowler'. Do you need the baby bumpers, McCall?"

Haven had enough of him and stood up to take action, but Allison stopped her, "Don't."

Haven took a deep breath before flipping Jackson off with a sweet smile. She turned around on her heels and went over to Scott, talking loud enough for only him to hear, "Ignore them, just clear your mind. Think about anything else."

"Have a suggestion?" Scott was open to anything at this point.

Haven smiled wide, going back to her original idea, "Yeah, I do." She got close to Scott's ear and whispered, "Think about me...naked." She wished she had been able to see his face after saying that, but she wanted to make a quick getaway before Scott let his mind go to anything else.

"What did you say to him?" Allison asked, curiously.

"Nothing." Haven answered with a hint of laughter in her voice before turning her attention to Scott. She couldn't wait to see if what she said would work.

The next shot he took resulted in him knocking all the pins down. Haven put her fingers in her mouth and whistled before she clapped with laughter.

Scott, with a newfound confidence, sat down next to Haven. The pair giving Jackson smug-ish looks as they did.

"Seriously," Allison said to her sister, "what did you say to him?"

Haven smiled a Cheshire Cat smile, "Oh nothing, just gave him something to think about." She nudged a chuckling Scott playfully, since they were the only ones who knew.

The game progressed, giving Scott six, or seven strikes in a row. Haven was having way too much fun rubbing that in Jackson's face, even after the game was over. It got to the point where Scott had to say, "Uh, Haven, I appreciate you defending me and all that, but...I really can't afford to have Jackson hate me any more than he already does."

Haven blew some hair out of her face, "Okay, I'll cut the guy some slack even though he doesn't deserve it."

Scott smiled gratefully, "Thanks."

Haven took his bowling shoes from him, "I'll bring these back for you." She dropped his and her own shoes off at the counter when Lydia approached. Haven saw her out of the corner of her eye and sighed inwardly.

"Your boyfriend is something, isn't he." Lydia cocked her head to the side, awaiting for whatever might be coming out of her mouth.

"It's way too early for me to consider Scott my boyfriend. Besides, I hate that label, it sounds so...juvenile." Haven shook her head because she felt like she had already had a similar conversation to this before, even though she knew she didn't. Moving on, ignoring the feeling, Haven picked up where she left off, "And boyfriend or not, yeah, he is something. Especially when he doesn't make me feel like I have to pretend to suck for his benefit." Haven smiled sweetly at Lydia before walking away.

Allison walked over to Lydia and asked, "What was that about?"

"I don't like your twin very much." Was all Lydia had to say to that before turning around and walking away.

Allison let out a deep breath because tonight hadn't gone the way she planned. She pretty much learned nothing but her suspicions of Scott grew. No one could go from zero to sixty like that with bowling...unless Scott was faking the whole thing? Apparently she was going to have to up her game on trying to figure out whether or not he was a werewolf.

Allison went into the house first to give Haven and Scott their goodbye whatever. That didn't stop her or their father from watching through the window though. Not that Scott or Haven even noticed.

As they walked to the front door, Scott said, "Maybe we can do this again sometime?"

"If it's just the two of us, then I'm game." Haven replied, chuckling lightly.

Scott took Haven's hand in his, "I think I can handle that."

"Oh really?" Haven took a step closer to him, "What else can you handle, I wonder?" She wrapped her arms around his neck and softly pressed her lips against his before pulling back to look into his eyes.

Scott placed his hands on her waist at a respectful level, "Oh, I could absolutely handle more of that." The pair smiled before their lips met once more. This kiss slightly deeper than the other. Finally they parted and Haven smiled, "Good night, Scott."

"Good night." He replied, watching her go into the house before making his leave. The smile on his face not once faltering.

Haven felt daydreamy as she walked into the house and darted upstairs before anyone could question her. She didn't want anything or anyone ruin what she felt. The feeling, that start of falling for someone, felt so...familiar to her. Haven couldn't explain it, but what she was feeling...it felt like coming home.

The last thing Haven remembered was getting ready for bed, but the next moment, she was in the woods walking towards the Hale House. Haven Argent had never been there before, and yet she recognized where she was on sight.

"What the hell?" She looked around, having no idea how the hell she had gotten there. "This is a dream, this is a dream." Haven repeated, but pinched herself to be sure. She didn't wake up after that so she was slowly starting to get into freak out mode.

"Nope, just a dream, still just a dream." Haven was about to walk her believed dream self back home but she heard some growling and crashing coming from the house. Her curiosity was getting the better of her so she crept towards the sound to get a look. Her eyes went wide when she saw what was within. Haven felt like she was witnessing a horror movie with two Wolfmen going at it.

She knew she should run like hell, but something was keeping her there, so she just kept watching. When the bigger one clawed the other, Haven winced. Following the wince was a gasp. She quickly put her hand over her mouth to muffle it. The sight before her...well she couldn't believe it...the Wolfmen turned into Derek and Scott.

Haven over heard the conversation between them and suddenly, somehow, she was starting to believe this was all real. The wave of 'I knew it' going through her again didn't help matters. So Haven, in her Alice in Wonderland pajamas and Cheshire Cat slippers, stormed into the house. Derek and Scott were both shocked to see her there. Neither of them sensed her approach in any definition of the word.

It took her a moment before she began to speak, "I don't know how I got here, I'm not even sure I fully believe what I just saw, but...I have questions, and I'm damn well going to get some answers."

It was only a matter of time, indeed.

End Episode 3