I was waiting in the trees surrounding Derek's house with Scott, a cop car was parked outside. A dark skinned man walked out, and spoke into his little Walkie-talkie. "It looks pretty deserted dispatch, you want me to take a look inside?"

"It's county property, orders to make sure it's vacant."

The cop's heartbeat rose a little bit. "I don't- I don't think anyone's home."

"For the love of God 16, go inside and see if anyone's in there!"

"Copy that." He took a few steps forward. I noticed Derek looking out of a hole in a window, and glared at the police dog in the window with his blue eyes. The dog barked a few times. "Don't do that!" The officer scolded the dog. Derek didn't break eye contact, the dog was trying to climb out the partially-opened window, barking and whining. "Okay... I'm coming." The cop ran back into his car, and sped off, not looking back. I stayed in the trees, Scott walked up to the house.

"I know you can hear me. I need your help." He pleaded. Derek opened the door and stepped outside, hands in his pockets. "Okay... I know I was a part of you getting arrested and that we basically announced being here to the hunters, I also... don't know what happened to your sister. But I think I did something last night. I had a dream about... someone. But someone else got hurt. And it seems like a part of the dream actually happened." Scott said.

"You think you attacked the driver?"

"Did you see what I did last night?"

"No."

"Can you at least tell me the truth? Am I gonna hurt someone?"

"Yes."

"Can I kill someone?"

"Yes."

"Am I gonna kill someone?"

"Probably. Look. I can show you how to remember. I can teach you how to control the shifts, even on a full moon. But it's not gonna come for free."

"What do you want?"

"You'll find out. But for now I'm gonna give you what you want. Go back to the bus. See it. Feel it. Let your senses remember for you."

"That's it? Just... go back?"

"Do you wanna know what happened?"

"I just want to know if I hurt him."

"No you don't. You want to know if you'll hurt her." He disappeared, and Scott walked back to me. "See? That wasn't so hard now was it?" I growled. "I'm not gonna help you every single time you want to talk to him."

"Yeah, but what if he attacks me?"

"Dude, I want to rip your throat out right now."

"No you don't."

"Yes. Yes I do." I let my claws grow. "Aright! Fine! Lets just go back and see if I'll remember anything."

"Fine. Whatever."


"No! Just me and Alex!" Scott growled at Stiles as we were hanging around at the gate separating us from the school. "Okay. Why does it feel like you guys are Batman and I'm Robin? I don't want to be Robin all the time!" Stiles pouted. "Nobody's Batman and Robin any of the time!" Scott yelled back. "Actually, yes. Scott was Batman and Stiles was Robin one year for Halloween."

"Shut up."

"Fine, I'll stay with Stiles." I groaned. "But I still want to go!" Stiles whined. "No. Stay here. You're not the end who had the dream anyways." I shrugged. "Alright! Fine. Scott just go do your thing." Stiles and I hopped back into the jeep and waited for Scott. We saw a beam of light after a minute or so, and Stiles honked the horn. Scott heard him, and bolted back to the jeep, doing a flip over the fence, and I climbed in he back as he jumped in the car. "GO! GO!" He screeched, and Stiles put the keys in the ignition and backed up, getting onto the road. "Did it work? Did you remember?" He asked. "Yeah I was there last night, but the blood, none of it was mine."

"I'll just stay back here and let you guys talk." I growled. "So you did attack him?"

"No. I saw glowing eyes on the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek."

"Wait, why would Derek help you remember if it was him who attacked the driver?"

"That's what I don't get!"

"It's gotta be a pack thing."

"What do you mean?"

"Like you do the kill together. Like an initiation."

"Yeah, because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience!" Scott growled sarcastically. "But you didn't do it! So that means your not a killer! And that also means-"

"I can go out with Allison." Scott smiled.

"I was gonna say that you won't kill me.."

"Oh yeah... That too."

"You two are hopeless." I grumbled. Maybe Derek and I could start to get along. I thought, shrugging.


"Alright, Stiles! Lets get this show on the road." I said, hopping into his old Jeep. "Alright, but we need to stop for gas first. She's almost empty."

"Ugh. Fine." W rolled up to a gas station, and I saw Derek a little ways from us filling up his Camaro. Two cars pulled up on either side of him, and Chris, along with two other guys I didn't recognize, surrounded him. Those bastards! He didn't do anything wrong! Why must you get up all in his face? I'm gonna rip your throats out! I thought, gritting my teeth. Chris spoke. "Nice ride. Back cars though...very hard to keep clean." He rubbed his hands on the hood, getting something off. Dude, you're getting your Argent fingerprints all over the beautiful car!

He continued talking. "I would definitely suggest a little more maintenance. When you have something that nice, you wanna take care of it, right? Personally, I'm very protective of the things I love. That's something I learned from my family. You don't have much of that these days... Do you?" Derek clenched his fist and swallowed, trying not to rip the asshole apart. I defiantly would. "There we go." Chris turned back to his car. "You forgot to check the oil." Derek said casually. "Check the man's oil." Chris said to the two other guys. One guy moved up to the window on he drivers side, and smashed it to bits. "Drive safely." Chris smiled, and drove away.

"All right, let's go." Stiles got back into his jeep and we got to the bowling alley in less than five minutes. "You a good bowler?" I asked as we walked into the. Building. "I don't know, we'll find out I guess." He shrugged. "Hey, Alex!" Allison motioned to us where our lane was. Jackson just scowled. He obviously didn't want to be here. Neither did Scott. Oh well, suck it up, we are here to bowl. What's better than bowling? Nothing. Other than being with Stiles, nothing.

"You... Really look like you know what you're doing." Scott said to Allison. "Used to bowl with my dad. When was the last time you bowled?"

"At a birthday party..." She walked away. "When I was eight..." He murmured. "Really? When you were eight?" I was laughing my ass off. "Yeah. I was there. Didn't get a single pin. He cried and told the manager that the ball didn't work." Stiles was laughing too. "Seriously?" I raised an eyebrow. "Shut up." He shoved us. "Go, your date's waiting, McCall."


Jackson helped Lydia out the first time, and she missed the pins. The second time around, she got one, but just barely. Scott was laughing, failing to hold it in. "Shut up." I whispered. "She doesn't have supreme werewolf strength like you!"

"I'd like to see you bowl." He growled. "Fine then." I grabbed my thirteen pound ball, and got a perfect strike. Stiles cheered, and Scott just scowled. "Hey, I think spending all that time with Derek's been rubbing off on you." I smirked as I sat down next to Stiles, and he wrapped his arm around me.

"No it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"Alright guys! Shut up!" Stiles said. Allison took her shot, and also got a strike. Jackson and Stiles also got strikes. "Your up, McCall." Jackson sneered as Scott reluctantly got up and took his shot. Missed the pins entirely; worse than Lydia. Didn't even make it half way down the lane before going into the gutter. Jackson was laughing so hard, tears were rolling down his cheeks. "Jackson, mind shutting up?" Allison asked, annoyed. "I'm- I'm sorry." Jackson was still laughing. "I was just flashing back to the words 'I'm a great bowler.'"

"Maybe he just needs to warm up." Allison suggested. "Yeah. Maybe he just needs the kiddie bumpers." Lydia laughed this time too. "Either the both of you shut the hell up or I'm going to punch you both so hard..." Stiles grabbed my arm, and suddenly all the anger faded. Holy shit, did Stiles just do that? I guess I found a new anchor. I thought, imagining our future wedding before Allison piped up and ruined it. "Just... Just aim for the middle." She encouraged Scott. Jackson looked like he was about to comment, but I glared at him and he held it back. He stared at the pins for a few seconds. "Come on... Just one damn pin... One damn pin... Please..." He focused really hard, and took the shot. We all watched in suspense, and missing every pin once again. He walked back to his seat, head down. "It's alright." Allison comforted him. "We only just started."

"Yeah." Scott growled.