"Okay, but you didn't see it." Stiles stated, flattening his hands out.

"No." Leah shook her head, walking over to sit on the edge of her bed where Stiles had been laying on his stomach.

It had gotten pretty late into the night — after being questioned by both his dad and Tara, Stiles had been let go with strict instructions to go home, which Stiles ignored. Instead, he went over to Leah's house after getting a text from Leah trying to explain what apparently had happened in the Lahey house. The text didn't make sense and Stiles believed Leah would tell the story better in person, but she had ended up confusing him more.

"I got there and it was already gone." Leah continued,

"But you didn't see it run out of the house?"

"No." Leah shook her head. Stiles paused for a moment before pushing himself up into a sitting position, still behind Leah.

"And it had a tail?" Stiles asked, making a face.

"Apparently." Leah lifted her hand up and then let it drop against her lap.

The two lapsed into silence, both of them trying to picture the creature Leah had described to Stiles. She was going off what Allison and Scott had told her — that it was lizard like, had glowing eyes and a tail.

"There's no way it was a werewolf." Leah seriously said, turning her head slightly to look over her shoulder at Stiles. His eyes met hers,

"Then what the hell was it?" Stiles responded, just as serious.

Connor rapped his knuckles against Leah's doorframe, making both Stiles and Leah look to the door. After Stiles and Leah had become official there was a strict no closed doors rule put in place by Drew. Leah knew it was only temporary, but figured she might as well go along with it so there weren't any problems.

Stiles tried to subtly move away from Leah, but Connor caught the movement. He didn't comment; he had more important things to take care of.

"Just got back from Deaton's," Connor started, coming into the bedroom. Leah shifted, moving so she was sitting cross legged on her bed. Stiles moved over so he was laying on his stomach, next to Leah, watching as Connor pulled Leah's desk chair over to end of the bed. In Connor's hands was a small brown, paper bag.

"The vet?" Stiles asked, brow furrowing.

"He's not just a vet." Connor side eyed Stiles, "He gave me something that should help." Connor continued, unrolling the bag, "You know, up here." Connor tapped his finger to his temple while his other hand reached inside to pull out the small, glass jar with some sort of symbol on it.

"Apparently it's a type of wolfsbane that werewolves use to get memories back after they're taken or covered up. Figured we might as well try it." Connor explained, holding the jar in between his two fingers. He tentatively handed it out to Leah, who eyed it for a moment before taking it.

"Am I just supposed to eat it?" Leah asked, brow furrowing. "Is it even edible?"

"Some forms of wolfsbane are poisonous." Stiles pointed out, getting a look from Leah and Connor let out a sigh,

"It's edible." He nodded, "Trust me, I checked. We can bake it into something."

"Like weed brownies." Stiles joked, grinning. His joke landed flat with the Kane siblings and he immediately noticed. Pulling the corners of his mouth down, Stiles tilted his head to the side, "Or not. Maybe just like cupcakes or bread or whatever." Leah rolled her eyes at Stiles, turning back to her brother,

"And this is supposed to help get my memories back." She stated, shaking the jar slightly.

"Hopefully." Connor nodded, "Maybe even keep you from forgetting anything else." Leah screwed her mouth to the side and glanced over to Stiles,

"I have some cookie dough chilling in the fridge. I was gonna use it this weekend but…do you want dessert before you go?"

"Uh…wolfsbane baked goods?" Stiles asked, raising his eyebrows up. Leah matched his expression and Stiles immediately started nodding, "Yep, yeah, of course."

"Good." Leah grinned at him and moved to get off the bed.

Sighing, Stiles used his hand to push himself up — Leah had already left the bedroom, leaving Stiles with Connor. Connor slid back in Leah's desk chair, spinning around so his back was to Stiles. Stiles moved off of the bed, wanting to get out of the bedroom before Connor said anything to him.

"Hey, Stiles." Stiles paused, cursing himself for not moving faster.

"Yeah, man?" Stiles asked, hands on his hips as he turned around. Connor pushed out of the chair and stepped over to Stiles, crossing his arms over his chest.

"We don't need to have that…you know protective older brother talk, right?"

"I would, uh, very much like it if we didn't." Stiles bobbed his head in a nod, "I think I can figure it out for myself."

"Great." Connor grinned at him, going to walk past him. He placed a hand on Stiles's shoulder, turning his face to look at Stiles, "Cause we both know I'm not the one you have to worry about if you hurt her." Stiles raised his eyebrows and turned to meet Connor's eyes.

"Yeah, well, aware." Connor gave him a smile and patted Stiles's shoulder before walking out of the bedroom.

As soon as Stiles heard Connor's footsteps on the stairs, Stiles slumped over, letting out a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding. Turning, Stiles walked out of Leah's bedroom, talking to himself as he walked down the stairs.

When Stiles got to the kitchen, Connor and Leah were discussing whatever thing was in the Lahey house with Allison and Scott the night before. Stiles and Leah already talked about it during the school day — Stiles adding on what happened to him in the sheriff's station.

"Okay, I'll look into it." Connor patted the counter of the island, "See what I can find." Leah nodded at him.

"And maybe tell your best friend to chill with turning of murder suspects." Stiles added on, scratching his forehead.

"I don't have any control over who he turns or doesn't." Connor answered Stiles as he turned away from Leah. "And frankly, he needs a pack." Connor glanced over to Leah, "As does Scott. Omegas don't survive very long on their own." Connor seriously said, giving words of advice rather than making it sound like a threat. He was worried for Scott, but he understood why Scott wasn't too keen on joining up with Derek — Derek had killed Scott's only chance at getting rid of the werewolf curse.

"Let me know when the cookies are done." Connor said in parting, going to walk past Stiles and then heading for the stairs.

Leah glanced over the island at Stiles, giving him a small smile. Stiles stepped up to the island and settled onto one of the stools. He reached for the jar, turning it over in his hands as Leah started to hand mix together the cookie dough.

"It does kinda look like weed." Stiles mused to himself.

"Oh, yeah, it does." Leah agreed, laughing to herself, "I don't even know how it'll bake in so I'm only making a few cookies."

"Good plan." Stiles raised his eyebrows at her, placing the jar down and starting his arms out, "Uh, okay, so question." He tapped his hands on the counter.

"Answer." Leah responded immediately, getting a small scoff from Stiles. She turned back from the stove where she had been boiling some of the wolfsbane to get it to liquify.

"Do you wanna do something Friday night?" He swallowed, looking up to meet Leah's eyes.

"Like what? Study?"

"No, like…something fun."

"Studying isn't fun to you?" Leah joked, a half smile on her face as Stiles rolled his eyes. Turning away, Leah checked the pot before flipping the burner off. She carefully poured the liquified wolfsbane into the cookie dough bowl before setting the pot in the sink.

"I meant like a date." Stiles blurted out, getting a surprised response from Leah.

"A date?" Leah asked brow furrowing as if the concept was unknown to her. Stiles rolled his head back, getting annoyed at how difficult Leah was making it.

"Yeah like that thing couples do?" Stiles raised his eyebrows up.

"I know what a date is, Coleslaw." Leah laughed to herself, mixing together the cookie dough and liquid wolfsbane "I just…didn't know we were there yet."

"Oh…" Stiles trailed off, "Do you want to be there?" Leah shrugged and made a face,

"Yeah, I'd be cool with going out." She scooped a spoonful of the cookie dough into her hand, molding it into a ball before placing it onto the cookie sheet, "What were you thinking of doing?"

"I haven't…gotten that far, yet." Stiles raised his fingers up, making a point to add the yet. "Just wanted you to say yes first." Leah gave him an amused scoff as she finished making the cookie balls.

"Then yes." She said, setting the bowl to the side. Stiles reached over to drag his finger around the side of the bowl, only to have Leah stop him.

"Really wanna risk getting sick?"

"Always." Stiles grumbled, but obliged. Leah didn't both responding, going to clean up her mess, setting everything in the sink and the going around to standing next to Stiles.

While Stiles continued to spin the bowl, Leah walked around the island, leaning her elbows against the counter. She looked down at whatever magazine her mom had left on the island before she felt Stiles's arm snake around her waist and gently tug her closer to him. Leah turned to look at him, already unamused at whatever he was planning. He gave her an innocent look, shifting on the stool before looking back at the bowl.

After the two made their relationship official, Stiles had become more touchy feely with Leah — something she wasn't complaining about, but it still surprised her nonetheless. But they had kept their touches strictly PG and strictly in private. In school, no one knew the two were together except for the people who mattered. To everyone else, Stiles and Leah had just stopped constantly arguing, moving onto off the cuff remarks and light teasing. They still acted the same around each other — just with more touches and kisses. But they had yet to go out on an official first date, thanks to mysterious supernatural creatures.

Leah sighed and stepped out of Stiles's grasp, walking around the island to check the cookies. She turned away from the oven, stepping back up to the island and placing her hands against the counter,

"Should we invite Scott and Allison out Friday night too?" Leah asked, getting an eyebrow raise from Stiles,

"Why—why would we do that?"

"Because of the whole can't see each other thing."

"Oh, right, that." Stiles took in a breath and made a face. He wanted it to be just the two of them — make it their first official date, but he ended up saying "Yeah I guess." Agreeing with Leah, which was something he never thought he would be okay with doing.

Leah gave him a small smile and nodded, turning away from him to start to clean up the kitchen. Stiles played with his fingers, cursing himself for making his date into a double date. He had to admit, it was a little weird seeing Leah think of someone other than herself for once. In all the years he'd known her, she had always put herself first. But Stiles figured she was doing it for Scott, who obviously was more important than she was — and in exactly the same position of importance that Scott was in Stiles's life.

Pulling out the cookies, Leah set the pan on top of the stove. The kitchen suddenly smelled like chocolate chip cookies, but with a hint of something sour. When she turned back around, she was startled by the sight of Stiles sitting on the stool.

"Fuck me." Leah sighed out, getting a smirk from Stiles,

"I'd like to." Stiles gave her a knowing look as Leah rolled her eyes,

"I meant, I forgot you were still here." Stiles raised his eyebrows at her, getting Leah to backtrack, "Not like that…"

"You sure?"

"Yes." Leah nodded, "We were just talking about inviting Allison and Scott on our date." Stiles nodded at her, following her with his eyes as she walked around the island, "Before that we were talking about weed brownies." She stepped up to him, going in between his legs and wrapping her arms around his neck. Stiles's hands went to rest at her hips, "And before that we were upstairs talking about the newest supernatural threat to our town." She tilted her head at him, "Did I pass?"

"For now." Stiles nodded at her, rolling his lips in before leaning forward.

Planting a kiss on her lips, Stiles felt her smile against him. She kissed him back for a moment before pulling away and turning away from him. Stiles blinked a bit before closing his mouth and letting his hands drop from her hips.

Leah moved away from Stiles, walking around to the oven as Stiles twisted around on the stool. Stiles watched as she tried to see if there was any noticeable difference in the cookies with the wolfsbane. Glancing at Stiles, Leah made a face and shrugged before reaching for a spatula to move the cookies off of the sheet.

"Do you want one?" Leah asked, looking over her shoulder at Stiles. Stiles made a face, tilting his head to the side,

"Not really…" He trailed off, noticing Leah's look that made it clear it wasn't really a question, "I mean, yeah sure, babeee-arbie." Stiles awkwardly tried to correct himself, but it was too late.

There was a pause as Leah looked over to him, watching him react to what he had said. Stiles pressed his lips together and furrowed his brows, shaking his head as he made a small noise. Leah raised her eyebrows at him, waiting for him to figure himself out. Letting out a small scoff, Stiles pulled the corners of his mouth down and waved his hand in the air,

"Just give me the cookie." He seriously said, flattening his hands on the counter of the island, turning red with embarrassment. Leah handed him the paper towel that had the cookie in it, an amused grin on her face. "Thanks." Stiles cleared his throat, eyes going down to look at the cookie.

"No problem, babe." Leah stressed, teasing Stiles. Stiles immediately looked up from his cookie, giving her an unamused look. Tilting her head to the side, Leah gave him an innocent grin, picking up her cookie and biting into it. Stiles shoved the cookie into his mouth, not wanting to risk saying another stupid thing.

The two watched each other's reactions — a look of disgust came over Leah's face as Stiles tried not to gag. The both managed to swallow what was in their mouth, letting out matching noises of disgust.

"Oh ew, no." Leah shook her head, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and filling it with water. She swallowed a gulp, swishing it around in her mouth to get the taste out before spitting into the sink. Handing the glass to Stiles, Leah watched as he did the same, making a face afterwards.

"That was, uh, terrible." Stiles plainly said, eyebrows raising as he looked to Leah. She coughed and then nodded.

"Hopefully that was enough to do something though cause I…do not want another." Leah trailed off, looking at the cookie pan.

"I think you gotta eat another one." Stiles gritted his teeth together, getting a look from Leah. She pouted at him,

"But I don't wanna." She whined, stomping her foot a bit.

"I'll give you five dollars."

"Ten and a pack of Twizzlers."

"Fine." Stiles rolled his eyes. Leah held out her pointer finger, looking at Stiles expectantly. Letting out a huff, Stiles leaned forward, wrapping his pointer finger around hers, "I pointer finger promise." Leah smirked at him before stepping away. She got the other cookie and studied it for a moment — stalling.

Her eyes meeting Stiles's, Leah took in a deep breath and then shoved the cookie into her mouth, chewing quickly and whining the whole time. Stiles quickly handed her the glass of water, letting her wash the cookie down before swishing it around in her mouth and then spitting it out into the sink.

"Done." Leah stuck out her tongue and made a gagging noise, "Gross."

"Yeah, but hopefully it'll help." Stiles said, matching Leah's grimace. She shook her head and picked up the pan, scrapping the cookies into the trash before putting the pan into the sink.

"I don't feel any different yet." She made a face before stepping around the island. Stiles got off the stool, standing in front of her.

"I mean it probably'll take some time." Stiles shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "It's wolfsbane, not magic." Leah sighed in agreement, crossing her arms over her chest and looking away from him, "I should get going." Stiles said after a moment, "Gotta figure out our double date plans." Leah rolled her eyes up at him, trying to hide the smile that was appearing on her face, "Any requests?" He asked, raising his eyebrow down at her.

"Uh, no." Leah shook her head, "Just make sure it's fun." Leah widened her eyes, repeating what Stiles had said earlier. Stiles scoffed and rolled his head back, not commenting. Pulling his hands out of his pockets, Stiles let his arms wrap around Leah's waist, pulling her closer against him.

"I'll see if Scott has any requests."

"Sounds good to me." Leah gave him a half smile, stepping back from Stiles's grasp. Stepping by Stiles and walking out of the kitchen. Stiles blinked a moment before following after her. Leading him back up the stairs, Leah went into her room and sat down on her bed. Stiles reached around her to get his bag,

"Don't forget you owe me ten bucks and some Twizzlers." Leah reminded him, poking his arm. Stiles turned to look at her, raising his eyebrows and making his eyes wide,

"I know." He pushed his head forward before pulling back and Leah watched as he stood up straighter, slinging his backpack around his shoulders.

"I'll see you tomorrow then." Leah tilted her head to the side and leaning back against her hands. Stiles nodded and gave her a tight smile. There was a pause before Stiles quickly leaned forward to kiss Leah. Surprised, Leah felt herself fall back on her elbows, taking Stiles with her.

A muffled noise came out of Stiles's mouth as he went down on top of Leah. He heard Leah let out a small laugh as she shifted under Stiles to get more comfortable, "Sorry." Stiles managed out, trying to get up.

Gently smacking at Stiles's shoulders, Leah made Stiles get off of her. He placed his hands on either side of her hand to push himself up. He sighed as he got to his feet and Leah pushed herself up into a sitting position.

"Alright, I'll see you." Stiles bobbed his head in a nod, not wanting to linger for fear of Leah making fun of him for what just happened.

As Stiles turned away from Leah, Leah got to her feet, reaching out and catching him before he walked out of the bedroom. Her hand slid down to grasp his and there was a small smirk on her face as she looked up at him. Rolling up on her toes, Leah quickly pecked Stiles on the lips before stepping back,

"See you." She grinned at him and Stiles returned the smile. He bobbed his head in another quick nod before spinning around and walking out of the bedroom.


Walking out of the makeshift bedroom in the subway station, the lights flickered above Rachel as she pulled her shirt over her head. She had to admit, having sex on a mattress in an abandoned subway station was something new for her — not to mention the werewolf she was doing it with. Rachel glanced to the left, seeing Isaac walking around the station, picking up certain things, looking them over and then putting them back down.

After Derek had saved him from the sheriff's station, Isaac had been labelled as a fugitive which meant he wasn't able to be in the public eye. He had to go into hiding or else risk being arrested for his dad's murder. Rachel had realized she had more in common with the werewolf teen than she originally thought. She made a mental note to pick up a change of clothes for him along with some sort of entertainment for the next time she came back.

"Do you have a list of potentials?" Rachel asked, turning back and stepping into the subway car, looking down at Derek. He furrowed his brow at her, propping himself up on the mattress using his elbow to get more comfortable, "Like are there certain people that you would turn into your…betas?" Rachel ended, not sure of the wording. Derek took in a breath and pulled down the corners of his mouth, shaking his head a bit.

"Not really. Just looking for people who are willing." He looked back to Rachel. She nodded slowly, reaching down to grab her pants. Derek watched her redress herself, feeling himself become a little nervous wary at saying so much — the last time someone was this interested in the werewolf hierarchy, his entire family had been burnt to a crisp. He had to stop engaging with her until he found out more about her background.

"Why are you doing it?" Rachel asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Derek took in a breath, figuring out to answer, but Rachel answered her own question with another question, "Because of the hunters?"

"Yeah." Derek nodded, not wanting to get into his personal reasons. He'd let her believe whatever Connor told her -

"There's more hunters here because of your dead ex, right?" Rachel asked, raising her eyebrows. Derek let out a huff, reminding himself to have a serious discussion with Connor about lines and how they shouldn't be crossed.

"Why are you so interested in this?" Derek turned the tables on Rachel.

He did have to admit that Rachel's reaction to werewolves and hunters threw him off; he was thinking she would disappear. But she ended up being very interested, sticking around and seeming like she wanted to get involved.

"Because." Rachel offhandedly said, but didn't delve any further, "This was a fun." Rachel dropped her arms to her side and tossed her hair over her shoulder, "Uh, next time let's go to my place."

"You mean my place." Derek raised his eyebrows at her, happy with the change of subject, "Cause technically I own the building." Derek walked his fingers over the mattress.

"Then why don't you live there?" Rachel asked, brow quirking up. Derek opened his mouth to respond, but Rachel was already done with the conversation. She turned away from him, grabbing her purse and jacket from where they were thrown across the subway car seats.

Walking out of the subway car, Rachel shrugged on her jacket, Isaac glancing over to her for a moment. She zipped her jacket up and shoved her hands into her pockets, standing a few feet away from the teen. Studying him for a moment, Rachel figured out his clothing sizes and then turned away from him. Isaac watched her walk up the stairs of the subway station, the door banging shut as she left.


Closing his locker door with a small bang, Kyle started for his Junior ROTC classroom only to be stopped by the sound of someone calling his name. He glanced over his shoulder to see Stiles Stilinski jogging up to him, slowing as he got to the older teen and blowing out a breath,

"Hey dude." Stiles managed out as Kyle turned to fully face him.

"Hey man, what's up?" Kyle asked, hiking up his backpack. He was a little thrown off; the two were teammates, but they never really interacted outside of practice.

"You're friends with Leah, right?" Stiles asked, tilting his head forward. Kyle fell back on his foot and let out a groan laugh.

"Man, you don't have to worry about me trying to get with your girl." Figuring Stiles was trying to mark his territory, Kyle tried to end the conversation rather quickly.

"No, what?" Stiles looked confused, "That's not what I meant." He shook his head and let out a scoff, "You're definitely not her type." Stiles's eyes trailed over Kyle. Kyle scoffed at that, shaking his head a bit,

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, man." He looked back at Stiles, "What's up then?"

"Well we're going out tomorrow night and I just...did she ever say anything or did you guys talk about like...dates?" Stiles asked, raising his shoulders up. Kyle's brows furrowed and he couldn't help but let out a small laugh,

"No." Stiles slumped down, getting Kyle's attention, "Do you really not know what to do?" Stiles let out a scoff and hiked his backpack up,

"No." Stiles pushed his chin out, "I just figured since you're friends with her, you'd know what she'd like." Kyle raised his eyebrows at Stiles,

"And you're sure you're her boyfriend." Kyle stated, putting his hand out and making a face. Stiles rolled his eyes,

"Whatever, man." Stiles waved his hand at Kyle, turning away from the older teen.

"No, hey…" Kyle laughed, "I'm just messing with you." Stiles turned back, waiting for Kyle to continue, "I have an idea." Kyle raised his eyebrows at Stiles, giving him a satisfied smirk, "I'll set it up and text you tonight." Stiles bobbed his head in a nod, quickly spinning around and walking away from Kyle, "You're welcome!" Kyle called out as Stiles disappeared.

Laughing to himself, Kyle turned back around, shaking his head as he went into his classroom. It was cute to see the two of them try and navigate their new relationship and helping out was the least he could do for the youngin's.

Sliding his backpack off of his shoulder, Kyle let it drop down next to him, following suit as he sat down in his seat.

"Hey, dude." Kyle nodded to his friend. Glancing to the door, he saw Leah walk by with her friend, giving her a wide eyed look at something she said.

"Oh my God, you hate double dates." Leah realized, "I knew that, oh my God." Leah pressed her hands against her face, "If you don't want to go, that's totally fine." She reached out to Allison as they walked into the gym.

"No, no, no." Allison laughed, "I think it'll be a lot better than last time." She bobbed her head in a nod, "Seriously, thank you for thinking of us." Allison reached out to rub Leah's arm. She laughed a bit, dropping her hand from her arm, "You keep planning all of these things for us, it's kinda weird." Leah tilted her head to the side, causing Allison to backtrack, "Not weird, just weird for you, I guess." Allison tried to explain, "It's…well, it's a nice thing."

"Are you saying I'm not nice?" Leah asked, pretending to be offended. Allison laughed a little and raised her shoulders up, making a face and using her non response as a response. Leah rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Okay, well, I can be nice." Leah pointed at Allison.

"Really?" Allison joked back, brows furrowing, "Says the girl who ditched me an hour into my first day." Allison teased, making Leah pull back, looking a bit shocked.

"Wow." Leah pressed a hand to her chest, laughing a little as the two of them got to where the rest of their gym class were standing. Allison shrugged before tossing her hair over her shoulder. Leah's laugh trailed off as Finstock's whistle blew, getting her attention. But Allison couldn't help but glance over at her friend, studying her for a moment.

Allison had been a little taken aback when Leah invited her out; she had been doing all of these nice things for her and Scott — not that Allison was complaining, but it was a little out of character for Leah to be putting her friends before herself. Allison didn't know why Leah was acting nicer than she had before and made a mental note to talk about it with Stiles to see if he noticed any changes. Maybe it was just her new relationship status with Stiles, but Allison was pretty sure Leah wasn't one to change for a boy — let alone Stiles.

"Argent!" Coach's voice got Allison's attention. She was beckoned up to the front of the group, being volunteered as next up for the rock wall.

Leah followed her friend through the group of students, sidling up next to Stiles. Feeling someone brush against him, Stiles looked down to see Leah looking back up at him. He gave her a half smile before looking back to where Scott and Allison were starting to climb the rock wall.

"Figured out a plan for tomorrow night?" Leah asked, raising her eyebrows.

"It's in the final stages." Stiles bobbed his head in a nod, glancing back down at her, "Allison in?"

"Yep."

"Cool, Scott is too." Stiles looked back up at the rock wall.

"And where's what you owe me?" Leah asked a small smirk on her face causing Stiles to do a double take before he remembered what she was talking about. He rolled his eyes and slumped down a bit,

"It's in my backpack. I'll give it to you later."

"Can't wait." Leah grinned at him as Stiles rolled his eyes again. The pair were silent for a moment before Stiles scuffed his foot against the gym floor,

"Feelin' any different from last night?" He asked.

"Nope." Leah sighed, looking away from Stiles and crossing her arms over her chest, "No new memories, but I haven't forgotten anything today." She raised her eyebrows, meeting Stiles's matching look.

"Good," He pulled the corners of his mouth down as he nodded a bit, "That's good."

The two turned away from each other just in time to see Scott go tumbling off of the wall, falling down and being jerked back by the wire right before he hit the ground. Scattered laughs spread through the crowd of students and Leah glanced up to see Allison smirking to herself before pushing off of the wall. Scott unhooked himself as Finstock yelled for the crowd to quiet. He surveyed the rest of the students before calling up his next victims,

"Stilinski!" Leah glanced over to Stiles as Finstock called another name, "Erica! To the wall!" Stiles grinned at Leah before both of them looked over to where Erica stood.

Leah didn't know the girl well, but had been aware of Erica's presence. The only reason why Leah knew who Erica was was because of a video that went around freshman year of Erica having a seizure in class. But other than that, Leah thought nothing of the girl - they never spoke or interacted and Leah didn't really feel like she needed to get to know her.

"Enjoying the view, huh?" Allison nudged Leah, getting her to tear her gaze from watching Stiles start up the wall. Leah glanced over to Allison and rolled her eyes at Allison's smirk.

"Shut up." Leah mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked back at the wall to see that Stiles had quickly made it up and was walking back down. Erica was stuck in the middle, not moving.

While Stiles was celebrating to himself, Erica began to shake and a sob came bubbling out. She got the attention of the rest of the class, causing everyone to step up closer to the rock wall. Lydia came up to stand next to Allison, who was still standing by Leah. Leah felt Stiles and Scott step up next to her, looking concerned.

"Erica." Finstock called out, everyone looking up at where Erica was freaking out, "Dizzy? Is it vertigo?"

"Vertigo's a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear." Lydia primly said, "She's just freaking out." Lydia gestured to Erica, who still hadn't responded to Finstock.

"Erica."

"I'm fine." Erica called back, voice shaking. Leah sighed, growing tired with whatever was happening to Erica.

"Coach, maybe it's not safe." Allison leaned over, "You know she's epileptic." Allison looked back up to Erica. Finstock looked surprised, looking around the class,

"Why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff?" He asked a rhetorical question to the class before turning back to Erica, "Erica, y-you're fine. Just kick off from the wall. There's a mat to catch you. Come on." Finstock encouraged Erica. Leah watched as Erica slowly kicked back from the wall, the wire she was attached to lowering her to the ground.

"See, you're fine." Finstock talked her through it, "You're on the ground. You're all right." He helped Erica get detached from the wire, making sure she was okay.

Leah heard the snickers throughout the class Erica shrugged Finstock off. She pushed passed her classmates, walking away from the group. Crossing her arms over her chest, Leah glanced to Stiles, raising her eyebrows at him. Stiles responded with the same motion as the bell rang, signaling the end of class.

Following Allison and Lydia, Leah split off from the boys, heading into the girls' locker room. She walked over to her locker, opening it and pulling off her gym shirt. Leah glanced over to where Allison was pulling on her shirt,

"Stiles told me about the wolfsbane cookies." Allison said as she closed her locker door. Leah rolled her eyes as she pulled on her shirt,

"They were disgusting." Leah sighed, "How was your night?"

"Oh you mean how my dad kidnapped me for some weird training sesh?" Allison raised her eyebrows, getting a surprised look from Leah.

"Oh shit." Leah managed out.

"Yeah so, not great." Allison nodded, making a face as Leah closed her locker door. The two picked up their backpacks, heading for the hallway. But then they stopped at the sight of Scott bolting towards the gym, Stiles following after. The girls exchanged a look before hurrying after them.

They got to the gym just in time to see Scott catch Erica as she fell from the rock wall. Leah and Allison slid to a stop behind Scott, Allison dropping to her knees. Erica began to have a seizure, causing Allison to instruct Scott to turn Erica on her side so it wouldn't hurt her. Leah hovered over Stiles, who was kneeling by Scott and Allison as Erica gripped onto Scott's hand for dear life.


A/N: Any questions, comments, concerns or cries of outrage?