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Chapter 3: Second Chance at First Line Pt. 1

The next morning, Brooke awoke to an arm across her waist. She looked over and saw Derek fast asleep. She smiled and leaned over and kissed him awake. Derek groaned. Brooke had an unspoken rule. If she was awake, he had to be as well. It didn't work vice-versa though. Derek wanted Brooke to get as much sleep as possible. Sometimes she would lose sleep because of the nightmares that haunted her. He inwardly sighed. That was one of the things that he couldn't protect her from. He was brought from his thoughts by soft hands playing with his hair. He smiled and opened his eyes. Even with bed-head, he thought Brooke was beautiful.

"Morning sunshine." she murmured. This caused him to smile wider, and hold her close. She just laughed. That laugh was one of the things that could melt Dereks cold heart. He kissed her forehead, before speaking.

"This unspoken rule, where I have to be awake when you are, isn't as bad as I thought it was." She laughed again.

"That's because I changed the way I wake you up." she smirked before getting out of bed. She had on one of his black shirts and a pair of white cotton shorts that ended mid thigh. She walked to the borrowed dresser of the motel and began brushing her hair. "And by the way, we need to get a bed at the apartment, because If the lady at the front desk asks me if I'm a hooker one more time, I will hit her." Brooke said turning to face him. Derek laughed at her. Brooke looked at Derek baffled, "Do I really look like a hooker?" Derek laughed softly and walked over to her. He put his hands on both sides of her face.

"No, Brooke, you do not look like a hooker. That lady is probably blind, okay?" She smiled and looked into his eyes.

"Aww, you're so sweet!" she cooed and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. "Now, I have to get ready for the day. The newspaper wants me to inform this 'Coach Finstock', I think thats his name, that I'll be at the game saturday taking photos." She said while looking through the dresser. She picked a navy blue three-quarter sleeved shirt and a white pleated skirt. She walked into the small bathroom to take a quick shower. When she was out of sight Derek sighed. He didn't want Brooke to go to the game, but now she had to. If this Scott kid, laid one hand on her, Derek would kill the kid himself. Soon he was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of a blow dryer. Brooke never took long showers. She was unlike any girl he'd ever met. All he could do was smile.

"Okay, so I'm gonna need you do drop me off at the school then you can do whatever it is you do during the day." Brooke came out dressed, with her hair pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head. She had on a small amount of make-up. "Also, we're gonna have to call my mother and tell her the new address, I miss my things."

"And you're tired of living in a motel?" he pressed. He knew this was true, but he wanted to see her reaction.

"Exactly." she smiled and put on a pair of black wedge heels. It was one of the few pairs of shoes that she brought with her. She sighed as she looked at them. "I miss my shoes." she mumbled. Derek hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, "I know. Our stuff will be here soon, don't worry." He let her go and handed her the white peacoat. It was the one he bought her on her birthday. She turned around and took the coat from him while giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you." she walked out of the room leaving Derek, who had gotten dressed while she was in the shower, shook his head and followed her out. Locking the door behind them.


Derek had dropped her off and she told him not to wait. He didn't like this, but agreed anyway. Brooke walked to the lady at the front office. She was on the phone so Brooke smiled politely and sat down in one of the chairs in the hallway. As the office was small. She pulled her phone out of her purse to check the time, then promptly put it back in her purse. While she was tempted to play a game, she was here on business. Not long had she been sitting, a strawberry blonde walked up to her.

"Hi, are you new here"?" she asked. Brooke just smiled and shook her head.

"No, I'm here on business. I need to get a visitors pass to talk to a," She pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket, "Coach Finstock." the redhead smiled and pointed to a boy walking in.

"Well, thats Jackson Whittemore, the star player of the team, I'm sure once you get you pass he can take you." As if sensing that he was being talked about, the boy walked over. He smiled at the girl and kissed her before pulling away. As if the girl realized she was being rude, she turned back to Brooke and held out her hand. "I'm Lydia by the way." Brooke stood and shook the girls hand.

"Brooke." she said with a smile. The lady called her in and she politely excused herself. She informed the lady of what she was going to be doing and was handed a pass. She walked back out after pinning the pass to her jacket, and was startled to see Jackson still standing. He notice her jump and laughed a little.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you, but Lydia told me you wanted to talk to the Coach?" he asked it as a question. Almost like he doubted that what Lydia told him was the truth.

"No, its okay. Just kind of caught me off guard a bit." she laughed and tucked her hair behind her ear. "And, uh, yeah. I need to let him know that I'll be taking pictures of the first game of the season for the paper. I don't want him to see a strange person taking pictures of his players and be labeled as a stalker." she joked. That caused him to laugh.

"Well, miss Brooke, please follow me." he gestured. She laughed but followed anyway.


She finished talking with the coach and shook his hand. He was glad that she had told him ahead of time. She walked back to the office to give her pass back when she stopped and looked back at the practice. She saw Scott and a boy she didn't reconize. This must have been the other boy Derek talked about. She was too far away to hear any conversations, so she turned and walked back to the office. Why had she agreed to come here again? Oh right, Derek and Laura.


Practice started when Scott and Stiles got out on the field. As soon as they got to the field, Coach Finstock started yelling at his players

"Let's go! One–on–one from up top! Jackson–Take a long stick today. Atta boy. That's how you do it! Greenberg, take a lap. Let's go. Faster, Greenberg! Let's go. McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go. Hey, McCall. Hey, McCall!" He yelled the last part the loudest. Scott wasn't really with it today. Mainly because his girlfriend's FATHER shot him with a crossbow! Jackson smirked and walked past to McCall.

"You sure you still want to be first line, McCall? he called to him. Scott was going slower, everything that happened last night replaying in his head. He was too distracted. The Coaches yelling broke him out of his thoughts.

"My–my grandmother can move faster than that. And she's dead. You think you can move faster than the– lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?"

"Yes, coach." he said loudly. Which was obviously too low for the Coach.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes, coach!" he yelled this time.

"Then do it again. McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again! Let's go!" Practice was going smoothly after that. Well as smooth as you can get by being a supernatural being. Pretty soon Scott's breathing was getting heavy. Stiles looked at his friend with worry.

"Scott?" he called to him. "Scott, you okay?" Thats when him and Jackson slamed into each other. Jackson went down gripping his shoulder.

"Yeah," the Coach yelled with excitement, then noticed what was happening, "whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," Everyone ran to Jackson, and Stiles ran to Scott. Scott looked at him with topaz eyes.

"I can't control it, Stiles. It's happening." he said through gritted teeth. Stiles began to mildly freak out.

"What? Right here? Now? Come on, get up. Come on. Come on." Stiles chanted and dragged his friend to the locker room. Scotts breathing didn't slow down at all. It looked as if it had gotten heavier.

"Come on, here we go." he pushed his friend down on to one the the benches in the locker room. "There. That's it. You okay? Scott, you okay?" All of a sudden Scott pushed Stiles.

"Get away from me!" Scott said through gritted teeth once again. Stiles began to freak out, and began backing up. He backed into the fire extinguisher and pulled it off the wall, took the pin out and began to douse his friend with whatever powder that they put in these things. Scotts breathing went back to normal. and he looked at his friend, wide eyed.

"Stiles– What happened?" he asked while panting. Stiles waved his arms around while explaining what just happened.

"You tried to kill me." He said like it was no big deal, Scotts eyes got wider at this information, before he had a chance to talk, Stiles went on. "It's like I told you before. It's the anger. It's your pulse rising. It's a trigger."

"But that's lacrosse." Scott wailed, "It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed." Stiles just shrugged.

"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. You can't play Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game."

"I'm first line." Scott sounded defeated. Stiles shook his head sadly.

"Not anymore."


Scott was sitting at his computer just staring at the screen. What was going on with his life. He was brought out of his thoughts by a knock on his door frame. He looked up and noticed his mother. He smiled at her.

"Hey. Late shift again for me." She told him, and smiled wider before finishing. "But I am taking Saturday off to see your first game."

"Oh, mom, you can't." 'Cause I don't even know if I'm going to be playing.' He didn't want his mom to miss a shift and watch her son sit on the bench. Mama McCall was having none of that talk though.

"Oh, no, I can and I will. Come on, one shift isn't gonna break us." she paused, "Completely." she noticed her son's eyes were slightly red and had bags under his eyes. "Hey, what's wrong with your eyes? You look like you haven't slept in days." Scott just rubbed his eyes and shrugged it off.

"Oh, uh, it's nothing. I'm just–stressed." he told her. It was true, it was stress. Mama McCall looked skeptical.

"Just stress? Nothing' else?" she pressed. He thought for a moment.

" And homework." he added.

"I mean, it's not like you're on drugs or anything, right?" She asked. She hated to ask this because she trusted her son.

"Right now?" he asked. As soon as he said it, he realized that was teh wrong thing to say. Melissa looked shocked.

"Right now? I'm sorry, what do you mean "right now"? Have you ever taken drugs?" she asked quickly. If her son had taken drugs she was going to beat him into next week.

"Have you?" Scott retaliated. Melissa shook her head and looked at her son seriously.

"Get some sleep." she told him. As soon as she was gone Scott pulled up a video chat with Stiles.

"What'd you find out?" he asked his friend.

"Well, it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder." Stiles calmly told him, as if nothing was wrong. On the other hand, Scott was frantic.

"Because of me?" he asked.

"Because he's a tool." Stiles stressed.

"But is he gonna play?" Scott wondered.

"Well, they don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday." He began to type something when scotts computer froze. Scott only got the first half of the message.

"What? It looks like what?" Scott hit the computer, like that was going to do something. "Come on. Damn it. What?" Scott turned around and was pulled out of his chair and pushed up against a wall by none other than Derek Hale. Scott had to admit to himself that Derek looked pisses.

"I saw you on the field." He told him. His voice eerily calm. That frightened Scott even more.

"Wha–what are you talking about?" Scott asked. It wasn't like he really didn't know. He just remembered in situations like this, its better to deny everything. Derek didn't believe him at all and tightened his grip on Scotts shirt.

"You shifted in front of them!" he raised his voice a little. "If they find out what you are, they find out about me, about- " he stopped himself before he told him about Brooke. "About all of us." He corrected. "And then it's not just the hunters after us, it's everyone."

"But–They didn't see anything! I..s–swear, I–" Scott studded out.

"And they won't! Because if you even try to play in that game on Saturday– I'm gonna kill you myself." After that Derek left. Scott sat back down in his chair.


Scott went to Dereks once again upset. Derek had just gotten off the phone with Brooke and told her that he would be home a little late. He frowned, Brooke sounded different. Like she did when she had a nightmare, or when she remembered that night. He had to push that back though when he sensed Scott coming up. And cue yelling.

"Derek!" Right on the money. "Derek! Stay away from her! She doesn't know anything!" So this was about Allison. Why did he care so much for an Argent anyway? Every Time he thought of the Argents, his blood started to boil. Derek walked out of the burnt down house and towards Scott.

"Yeah?" He challenged. "What if she does? You think your little buddy Stiles can just google werewolves, and now you got all the answers, is that it? You don't get it yet, Scott, but I'm looking out for you. Think about what could happen. You're out on the field. The aggression takes over. And you shift in front of everyone. Your mom, all your friends. And when they see you– everything falls apart." He told him. It was harsh, but it was the truth. And Scott needed to hear it. No matter if it hurt. Scott turned and ran back to his house. Once he got there he called Stiles and told him to come over.

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"What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And, yes, I've had a lot of Adderall, so–" Stiles burst through Scott's bedroom door asking his questions so fast, that if Scott haden't known Stiles all his life, he probably wouldn't have understood any of them. He ignored most of them and cut Stiles off before he could finish his sentence.

"I found something at Derek Hale's." He noted that Stiles stood a little straighter when Derek's name was mentioned.

"Are you kidding? What?" He asked, really excited.

"There's something buried there– I could smell blood." he informed his friend, and scrunched up his nose at the memory of the smell.

"That's awesome!" He nearly shouted. "I mean, that's terrible." he corrected himself, but still couldn't contain his excitement. "Whose blood?"

"I don't know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there's no way I'm not playing that game." He told Stiles.


Scott and Stiles arrived at the hospital later that night. Stiles, having arrived just a little later than Scott waved at his friend.

"Hey." He said and Scott looked towards the morgue. God he just wanted to get this over with.

"Okay."

"Good luck, I guess." And with that Scott turned and left. Stiles stood there awkwardly until he saw Lydia. He walked up to her, and began to talk to her, not knowing that she was on the phone with someone else.

"Hey, Lydia," he began, "You probably don't remember me. Um, I sit behind you in Biology. Uh, anyway, I always thought that we just had this kind of connection. Unspoken, of course. Maybe it'd be kinda cool to, get to know each other a little better." When he was finished he felt a little proud of himself. That is until she responded.

"Hold on, give me a second." She told the person she was on the phone with, before turning to Stiles. "Yeah, I didn't get any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating?" And with that one sentence, he felt defeated. He just shook his head.

"No. Sorry. I'll just sit. You don't care." he sat next to her and picked up a pamphlet, and as soon as he did, Jackson came out of whatever room he was in. This caused Lydia to get up and walk to him. He focused in on their conversation.

"Okay. Did he do it?" She asked him.

"He said not to make a habit of it, but one cortisone shot won't kill me." Jackson told her.

"You should get one right before the game too. The pros do it all the time. You want to be a little high school amateur? Or–do you want to go– pro?" They had walked away leaving Stiles all alone. He just looked towards the doors where Lydia and Jackson had just left. He was in his own little world when Scott came running up towards him. This caused Stiles to jump and throw the pamphlet he was reading.

"Holy god!" He yelped.

"The scent was the same." Scott hadn't even acknowledged the fact that he had almost gave Stiles a heart attack.

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"So he did bury the other half of the body on his property?" Stiles meant for it to be a statement, but it came out as a question.

"Which means we have proof he killed the girl." Scott told him as they climed in Stiles jeep.

"I say we use it." Stiles said.

"How?" Scott questioned. Stiles just turned to him.

"Tell me something first. Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek, or because you want to play in the game, and he said you couldn't?"

"There are bite marks on the legs, Stiles– bite marks." Scott exclaimed.

"Okay." Stiles was disappointed that he didn't get a straight answer. "Then we're gonna need a shovel."


They boys arrived at Dereks and waited for him to drive away. Scott led them to where he smelled the blood. Scott stopped and looked at Stiles.

"Wait, something's different." he told his skiddish friend.

"Different how?" Stiles asked while handing Scott a shovel.

"I don't know. Let's just get this over with." They boys began digging. They were about a half hour in, when Scott let out a frustrated sigh.

"This is taking way too long." he told Stiles.

"Just keep going." Stiles shot back at him. Scott still wasn't convinced, but was still digging.

"What if he comes back?" Scott was a little worried. Derek was kind of scary.

"Then we get the hell out of here." Stiles said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What if he catches us?" Worry laced every word in his question.

"I have a plan for that." Stiles told him. Scott just looked at his friend. Stiles plans never worked out.

"Which is?" he deadpanned.

"You run one way. I run the other. Whoever he catches first, too bad." Stiles smirked.

"I hate that plan." They were still digging until Stiles dropped his shovel.

"Oh, stop, stop, stop." They moved the dirt off of something that was in a bag. Stiles franticly tried to get the knots out.

"Hurry." he rushed Stiles. Derek could return at any moment.

"I'm trying." Stiles retalited. "Did he have to tie the thing in, like, 900 knots?"

"I'll do it." Scott told him, and used his wolf strenght to get the bag opened. When they looked in they didn't see a human torso, but the top half of a wolf.

"What the hell is that?" They risked their lives for a wolf?

"It's a wolf." Scott stated.

"Yeah, I can see that. I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood."

"I told you something was different." Scott told his friend.

"This doesn't make sense." Stiles murmured.

"We gotta get out of here."

"Yeah. Okay, help me cover this up." Stiles told his friend, while putting dirt back over the wolf. Stiles stopped when a purple flower caught his eye. He got up and went over to it.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked his friend. Stiles pointed at the flower.

"You see that flower?" Stiles asked.

"What about it?"

"I think it's wolfsbane." Stiles informed him.

"What's that?" Scott deadpanned.

"Uh–Haven't you ever seen the Wolf Man?" Stiles asked his friend.

"No." Scott said bluntly.

"Lon Chaney Jr.?" he asked Scott. "Claude Rains?" Scott just shook his head. "The original, classic werewolf movie?" Scott was frustrated.

"No! What?" he snapped.

"You are so unprepared for this." was all he said before pulling the flower up. They watched in awe as a spiral formed around the hole they just dug. Stiles was looking at the flower still when Scott slapped his shoulder.

"Stiles." Stiles turned and looked where scott was looking. His heart stopping.

"Holy–"

"No. Oh, God."

Where the top half of a dead wolf had just been, there was now the top half of a human girl. The same one Scott had found in the woods.


A/N: Chapter three done! yay! Sorry it wasn't up Monday, I didn't get a chance to write it out over the week because of college classes. But now that's over,(until the 26 when I start class) updates should still be every Monday. Thanks to those who followed and reviewed. In response to Miss E Charlotte's reviews: Yes the nightmares will be explained more in the next few chapters, and as for the Doctor, he wont be explained until the near end of season one. :) Next chapter we find out who Brooke is. And yes, Brooke had met Lydia, Jackson, and Coach Finstock. And if anyone's wondering, Brooke is a photographer, and currently takes pictures for the newspaper. Sorry if that was confusing. Also, I'm going to split the episode between two chapters. Please review. Virtual cookies to those who do review. :)