A/N: Welcome to another chapter of Young Blood! We've got our first review! Shout out to SilverShadowWolf46! Yes, Sammy and Danny are friendship goals. I love them so much and writing their dialogue.

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Chapter 4: Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Despite the curfew instituted by the Police department following the murder of Laura Hale and the attack on the Bus Driver, Sam was walking home in the dark. She was somewhat drunk...or very drunk and too proud to admit it... on a Thursday night after going to a party, and no surprise here, Stiles did not answer his phone when she went to call him for a ride home. Everyone else at the party was drunk, and she couldn't call her dad without getting a lecture about the dangers of underage drinking. So, she was walking home in an effort to protect herself from being called out on her delinquency, when in fact, it was her brother's negligence. He was supposed to be her ride home, but was too bothered to pick up his phone.

Her hair was loose in its natural waves, grazing her lower back as she walked down the dark, barely lit street. At least she didn't look like the kind of person that was asking for it as everyone called it. She was wearing jeans with a t-shirt and her cream colored Patagonia to keep herself warm. What she also was glad she did, was wear her black vans that she normally wore to work. Her feet were perfectly comfortable with the walk home, though that could just be her drunk self not really feeling the soles of her feet.

She had her phone in her back pocket and the cool breeze blowing through her hair. She had maybe ten or fifteen minutes left of her walk when she heard something. It was an odd, low growling noise, and at first she wrote it off as a dog in someone's yard, but then there it was, even louder this time. Then she saw them, two glowing red orbs off in the distance that flickered, almost like they were blinking.

Out of nowhere, there was this blur of black fur, engulfing her. Her eyes went wide as she turned to run, but it stopped her. Whatever it was, it took hold of her and she was being carried off by some sort of monster. She had to be dreaming. Sam just screamed and hoped she would wake up, but she didn't.

"Help me!" She screamed out, looking to anyone and anything she could find, but all she saw was the blur of a small car and a woman with a shotgun in her hand after the monster leapt on top of it before leaping away and carrying Sam off with it.

"Let go!" She yelled, kicking and screaming and thrashing around. All she wanted was to get free, but this thing had an iron grip on her arm.

"What the hell are you!" She yelled at it, kicking it again and bringing her balled up fist down on the monster's head, but it didn't do her any good. Nothing was helping at this point. This thing was climbing up the side of the building and dragging her right along with it. But then something else caught up to it.

There was a flash of blue and a pair of strong arms that ripped her away from the monster, but then there was a loud bang that sent them tumbling down into the alleyway below. Whatever happened, her savior held onto her and shielded her small body from the fall.

"Hey, are you okay?" The voice was pained, but familiar as she stood up from him.

"Oh, man. I'm way too drunk for this bullshit," she slurred before stumbling and falling down, hitting her head on the pavement. Lights out.

There was a pounding in her head as she tried to remember where she was. She didn't want to open her eyes, as they simply didn't want to open. But she was starting to hear people talking as she realized someone was carrying her.

"You're lucky my dad isn't home." It was Stiles. But he wasn't the one carrying her.

"You're lucky I was there. Who the hell lets their sister walk home alone in the dark at 3 am?" It was that familiar voice again. It was still pained, but not as much as it was before.

"No one let her do anythi-"

"The Alpha could've bitten her, or worse, had I not been there she could've been found in pieces. Just like Laura," the familiar voice growled.

"But why were you there, Derek?" This time it was Scott. He was there too.

"I was tracking the Alpha when I saw it snatch a girl. I didn't know it was gonna be your sister until we already fell off a building," the guy said.

There was a pause before her brother said, "Just set her down on the bed. But then you explain how the hell you, this all powerful werewolf, fell off a building and come back with my unconscious little sister," Stiles snapped. She felt the familiarity of her own bed.

"First of all, she hit her head when she stumbled and fell down. Smacked right into the pavement. Second of all, she would've been fine had that hunter not shot me right when I pulled your sister away from the Alpha," the stranger said.

"What the hell is an alpha…?" Sammy mumbled before everything else faded away again.

Sam woke up that morning when her alarm went off for school and she felt like crap. She was hungover and her head was pounding. Partying on a school night is never a good idea, but she always manages to get convinced otherwise. She'd forgotten to shower the night before, so she grabbed her towel and made her way over to the bathroom.

"Sam…?" It was Stiles walking towards her. "You're awake."

"Stunning observation, Watson, really, but I don't have enough sober brain cells to deal with it this morning," she snapped at him, rubbing the back of her head. Man, she must've hit her head or something because it hurt when she touched it. "Oh, and thanks for the ride home last night, oh wait, you didn't. I had to walk home drunk and something could've happened," she snapped at him. He just stared at her in silence as she shut the bathroom door between them and turned on the hot water.

When she was done and came back out, Stiles was still there, just standing in his pajama pants.

"Do you need something?" She asked, her body wrapped in a towel as her wet hair slowly began to take shape.

"Uh, nope. Sorry. I'll leave you to it," he told her. She glared at him as he walked away and she slipped back into her room, shutting the door behind her.

Sam didn't take long to get ready, despite being slowed down by her hangover. She put on a white henley shirt, tucked into her jean skirt with her long grey cardigan that felt like she was wearing a blanket with her ankle boots, before making her way into the bathroom to put on some makeup. When she came out she had something other than her usual. She channeled her inner Taylor Swift with cat-eyeliner and red lipstick.

When she finally went downstairs with her backpack, Stiles was already ready to go, sitting there. The weird part? He was watching her like he was waiting for some other shoe to drop or something.

"Can you stop with the staring? I feel like you're waiting for me to say something," she told him as she popped her adderall pill and her birth control pill and washed them both down with a stolen sip of coffee from Stiles.

"Sorry, it's just...you were mumbling some weird stuff last night," he told her finally. She shrugged.

"I had the weirdest dream. I got kidnapped or whatever by this big, black, furry beast thing and it had these massive glowing red eyes," she told him, trying to remember what she thought was her dream that night.

Stiles's went a little bug-eyed before asking, "Jeez, that sounds kind of scary. Did anything else happen?"

"Yeah, I think I have something about red versus blue. The guy in my dream that saved me had these glowing blue eyes," she said, kind of smiling a little at the hot guy she'd dreamt up. "You know, he was really cute," she stated. Stiles just shook his head, all grossed out as he pulled out his car keys.

"Alright, are you ready?" He asked. She grabbed a muffin from their tupperware container and nodded.

"Yeah, let's go," she told him. They made their way out to the car and headed off to school.

"Damn, Sammy. Lookin' fine!" It was Brandon. He was approaching her in the hallway as Sam walked out of her classroom. Being corned like that was not the best thing for her that time of day, and she was still ridiculously hungover from the night before. She was oddly sicker today than she'd ever been the day after a party, and Sam usually bounced back before ten in the morning, and now it was the end of the school day.

"Brandon…" she was trying to find the words, but her head was still hurting and her stomach was churning.

"Baby, I was wondering when you were gonna let me take you out. I could pick you up, we could go to dinner and a movie, go to the back seat of my car…" he pressed, looking her up and down as he cornered her against a locker.

"I don't-"

"Don't worry, I'll pay for your food and the condoms," he told her. Brandon wouldn't let her get a word it.

"That's not-"

"So I can come by your house at-"

"Brandon!" She yelled at him, pushing him away from herself. "I don't want to go on a date with you," she whispered so as not to embarrass him. "Especially not one that ends with you on top of me. I do not want that," she told him.

"Don't be like that," he half pleaded as he took a step forward, but then a hand was on his shoulder and someone who towered over both of them pulled Brandon away from her.

"Leave, the girl alone," the stranger sort of growled. Something happened and Brandon immediately walked away. The stranger stumbled.

"Uh, thanks for the help. But are you okay?" Sam asked him, putting her arm on her shoulder.

"I need to find Scott," he told her. She knit her eyebrows.

"He should be outside getting his bike," She told him. The cute but weirdly familiar stranger stumbled again. Sam saw something she couldn't understand exactly. His eyes flashed blue.

"You're…" she was going to say something, but he just shook his head.

"I just need to find Scott," he repeated before leaving her there.

"Who was that?" Lydia asked as she approached her.

"I have no idea," she told her as her voice trailed off. Lydia shrugged before the two girls made their way to Jackson's car. He was taking them to meet up with Danny and Cole at the rollerama. But the only thing Sam could think about were those eyes. They were stuck in her head, and weren't leaving anytime soon.

All she knew now, was that if she wasn't hallucinating his eyes, if she wasn't hallucinating him, he was the guy from her dream. Part of her dream, if not all of it, was real. Which meant something was happening in Beacon Hills. Well, that, or Sam was finally going crazy. Honestly, she prayed that she was just out of her mind. But then she had a terrifying thought. She could be suffering from the same illness that took away her mother and not even realizing it.

Stiles wasn't home. He hadn't been home since that morning when they got in the car to go to school. Sam had been panicking ever since Danny dropped her off at home. She was going out of her mind, trying to remember everything about her dream, trying to remember what the beast looked like so she'd be able to describe it when it came time. She was pacing around the house, just about pulling out her hair while she was waiting for her brother to come home. The second she heard the sound of that old Jeep rolling up outside the house, she knew he was home.

He was barely in the door when she strutted right up to him. Stiles looked confused and surprised as she cornered him in the front doorway of the house.

"Sam? What's going on?" He asked, his chin dipping down a bit in a small struggle to keep eye contact with his rather unhinged little sister.

"What the hell did I see last night?" She asked. He froze.

"What do you mean?" He asked, trying to hold himself together. Sam was ready to fall apart.

"Stiles, please don't let me think I'm going crazy. You know how that turned out for mom," her voice broke. "I remember you talking last night. About an Alpha, and to the guy who saved me… I think… and you called him a werewolf! Scott was there too-"

"I don't know what you're talking about-"

"Don't lie to me!" She yelled at him. "Because if I'm wrong, that means whatever genetic lottery I got from mom isn't a good one. Just tell me I'm right!"

"Sammy…"

"No! Stiles, I saw him. The guy from last night. He came to school looking for Scott today, and his eyes turned blue. They were green, and then they were glowing blue," Sam finally told him. Stiles was frozen.

But then he finally said, "That's Derek Hale. He's a werewolf. Scott is too," Stiles told her. Sam felt like her head was pounding in her ears.

"I'm not crazy?" Sam asked. Her eyes watering at the relief. What she didn't expect was for Stiles to pull her into one of the tightest hugs he'd given her in a while.

"No," He said into her hair as he hugged her, "You're not crazy."

When he let go, the relief left her and she turned a bit angry.

"Scott's a werewolf and you didn't tell me? What the hell happened to telling each other everything?"

"Uh…"

A/N: Well, there goes another chapter of Young Blood. I'm sorry it was a bit shorter, but I promise that longer chapters are coming. Anyways, don't forget to review! Any feedback is good feedback!

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