"Allison's father did what?!" Sarah exclaimed once she heard the news. The two boys that were attached at her hip shushed her before looking around to make sure nobody heard. "Oh, don't worry, no one pays any attention to me nowadays anyway."
"Yes. Allison's father is a hunter." Scott confirmed. "He shot me with a freaking arrow the night of the full moon."
"Ok, maybe it's time to start freaking out just a little bit." Sarah stated rationally. Scott was about to say something else but Finstock blew his whistle.
"Jackson, take a long stick today." The coach's bellow could probably be heard from miles away. And Sarah could only smirk at the command that Jackson took.
"Yeah, you work that stick, Jackson." She called out crudely. "You like 'em long, don't you?" Snickers could be heard but two particular people were not amused.
"Stilinski! Get off the field if you're going to be a distraction!"
"Sorry, coach, I don't think the girls are going to be a distraction today. Can't you see? Jackson likes the long sticks!" She wasn't usually like this; so taunting. But she was in a funk today and she had the urge to make Scott and Stiles laugh. They were both so tense and she knew that Jackson taking the piss would give them something to giggle about later. But her smirk fell when she saw Scott being taken down as they made goals. Even from a distance, Sarah could see something trigger in Scott. He took his place back at the front of the line to go again at Jackson. This time, it was the captain of the lacrosse team that fell in agony, clutching his shoulder. Stiles made his way over his best friend and made an attempt to calm him down.
"Get him out of here." Sarah rushed over to the boys. She could see that Scott was about to change. His eyes were glowing and his canines were jutting out. "Get him to the locker room." Stiles nodded and took Scott away from the scene. She watched the boys rush away and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Derek Hale watching ominously. The Stilinski girl made her way over to him to see what he was all about.
"He's dangerous, you know."
"I dunno, he hasn't killed anyone yet."
"Yet, being the keyword." Derek responded. Sarah bit her lip. "You and your brother should stay away from him."
"Those two have been best friends since the first grade. And I've been watching over them since. Do you really think that Stiles and I are just going to abandon him when he needs us the most?"
"He doesn't need you. He needs to get under control."
"And who better to help him than those who know him best?" There was a tick in Derek's jaw and then a pause. "Look, I understand what you're getting at. But do you think Scott will cope better with this transformation with people abandoning him left and right, or do you think we should help deter the stress and anger by giving him at least somewhat of a chance at a normal life?"
"You've thought this through, haven't you?" Sarah shrugged.
"I know that my brother and I are in danger. But this is our best friend. And he's worth more than anything to us." She paused. "It doesn't have to be every man for himself, you know." She winked and gave a pretty smile before heading to the locker rooms.
Later that night, Sarah and Stiles were Skyping with Scott. Stiles told his big sister what had happened in the locker rooms and she couldn't help but dwell on what Derek had told her; what she already knew. This mythology was not going to be fun and games. New dangers kept shooting right at them.
"He dislocated his shoulder." Stiles told Scott about Jackson. "Now they're counting on you for Saturday." Scott sighed and there was a long pause. Sarah stopped her game on her phone and peered at what her brother was staring at. It was the figure of a young man she'd seen only a few hours previous.
"Scott-." Sarah started to say. But Stiles shushed her and began typing the warning to his friend. There was a commotion and then the line died. "Lovely. Now he's sneaking into houses and acting spooky and threatening."
"Who?"
"That was Derek." She told him. "I'm starting to think he has some vendetta against Scott or something." Stiles seemed confused, but kept his mouth shut.
After hearing that Derek had threatened Scott so as not to play in the match on Saturday, Sarah found herself contemplating the man's methods. She could understand the reasoning; it even made sense to Scott, the logistics of it. But Sarah didn't think that force was the best thing for Scott at the moment.
"Unbelievable. My dad's out looking for a rabid animal while the dude who actually killed the girl is just hanging out, doing whatever he wants."
"I just walked into the wrong part of the conversation, didn't I?" Sarah snapped out of her daze as she walked from her Literature class.
"It's not like we can tell your dad the truth about Derek." Scott responded.
"We can do something." Stiles stated.
"Like what?" She didn't like the sound of that. There was no real evidence that Derek had killed the girl. Sure, there were wolf hairs found on her body, but Derek had told Scott that he hadn't been the one to bite him. Wouldn't the killer also be the one who bit Scott?
"What, like find the other half of the body?" Sarah asked sarcastically. Stiles looked at her and nodded.
"I swear, we were meant to be twins, or something." The younger Stilinski stated. "We have that telepathy thing going on, you know?" He began to walk away.
"Wait, I wasn't being serious. Stiles!" Sarah called out. She sighed. "I can only blame myself." Scott gave her half a smile before they went separate ways. Scott found Allison and Sarah had Mythology. Oh, the irony of it all.
And later, when Stiles and Sarah got the same exact text from Scott, they wasted no time is rushing over to the McCall residence, where they anxiously awaited the news that their werewolf friend had found.
"I smelled blood at Derek's house."
"That's awesome!" Sarah was still a bit skeptical. "I mean, that's terrible."
"Whose blood?" Sarah wanted to know.
"I don't know. But when we do, we get your dad to nail Derek for the murder and then you both have to help me play lacrosse without changing. Because there's no way that I'm not playing that game."
"I don't like this." Sarah muttered once Scott left to the morgue to check the scent.
"Don't you want to help Scott?"
"Of course, I do, Stiles. But we don't know what's going on here. Derek could be completely innocent."
"Not if there's the same scent from the dead body in front of Derek's house. I mean, c'mon, he's creepy and keeps showing up at random places and threatening us."
"Stiles, he's showed up to the party and to practice to keep an eye on Scott. Then he told Scott not to play in the game because if he shifted at practice, who's to say he won't do it in the game? Think of what that could do to people. Derek hasn't given us a reason not to trust him."
"Look, just because you have a crush-." Stiles began to tease.
"I don't have a crush!" Sarah practically yelled. People around were beginning to stare, but Sarah paid no attention. "I'm thinking that Derek could have done a number of things to us if he was the killer and he hasn't. That's got to count for something." Stiles started to speak, but Lydia caught his attention. "Oh, God. Here we go." Sarah took a seat while her poor brother confessed his undying love for the 'queen bee' before Jackson made his appearance. And then finally, Scott arrived, taking a pamphlet of a woman's reproductive system out of Stiles' hands.
"It was the same scent." Scott confirmed. Sarah sighed heavily. There was no denying that kind of evidence.
"So he did bury the other half of the body on his property."
"It means we have proof that he killed the girl."
"Tell me something, are you doing this because you want to stop Derek or because you want to play in that game on Saturday and he told you that you couldn't?" Sarah wanted to know.
"There were bite marks on the girls' legs, Sarah. Bite marks." Sarah exhaled again and nodded.
"Then we're going to need a shovel." Stiles said. And with that, they left the hospital to head to the old Hale residence. They waited in the dark and watched as Derek left in his sleek Camaro before they headed toward where the body was buried.
"Something's different." Scott noted.
"Different, how?" Sarah asked.
"I don't know."
"Well, that helps a lot." They wasted no time in digging, knowing that Derek could come home at any moment. Sarah had a sneaking suspicion that Derek would somehow appear behind them all and spook them, as he had a tendency to do. But as Sarah kept watch while digging, there was no sign of the man in the leather jacket.
"What if he shows up?" Scott asked, practically reading Sarah's thoughts.
"I've got a plan for that." Both Sarah and Scott waited to hear what Stiles had to say. "We all run in different directions and whomever he catches first, too bad."
"How touching to hear your concern, little brother." Sarah responded dryly.
"Seriously. I hate that plan." Scott added. That was when Stiles hit something. The three pushed aside the excess dirt and found a large bag tied together. They undid the strings and all of them shouted in terror at what they saw, a great big wolf.
"I thought you smelled blood! As in, human blood!" Stiles exclaimed.
"I told you something was different." Scott tried to redeem himself.
"This doesn't make sense."
"We've got to get out of here."
"Yeah, ok." Thinking of the logistics, as per usual, Sarah sat, gazing in front of her. Something out of the ordinary caught her attention. Something they'd been discussing in her mythology class today.
"Guys, wait. Do you see that flower?"
"What about it?" Scott wanted to know.
"It's wolfsbane." Sarah informed the werewolf.
"What?"
"God, you are so unprepared for this." Stiles commented. Sarah picked up the flower and found it tied to a rope. She followed it, picking it up as she went, curious at the spiral it was creating.
"Stiles, Sarah." Scott said softly, standing up. The two Stilinskis approached their friend and looked into the makeshift grave.
"Oh, my God." They breathed out, looking at the human woman.
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