Saturday afternoon, Leah found herself back in the Hale house, except this time her mom was with her. The boys and Leah had gone back out into the woods and dug the body back up earlier in the afternoon. Then Stiles and Leah called their respective parents, who brought the team out to the Hale property.

"Get off the couch, Leah." Tara waved her hand at Leah, "You shouldn't really be in here anyway." Leah rolled her eyes, but did as she was told, pushing to her feet. She shoved her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and rocked back on her heels.

"It's been awhile since I've been here…" Leah started, gauging her mom's reaction. Tara raised her eyebrows and nodded, giving her daughter a small smile

"Sure has." Tara agreed, Leah opened her mouth to continue the conversation, but was cut off by the sheriff's firm voice,

"Do you understand the rights that have been read to you?" Leah glanced over to see the sheriff standing in front of the door, Derek handcuffed in front of him. Derek's gaze flicked over to Leah as the sheriff tightened the handcuffs on Derek's wrists.

"Yes." Derek said, voice gruff, eyes still on Leah.

"Come on, sweetie." Tara put her arm around Leah. Leah looked away from Derek, feeling uncomfortable, "We're pretty much done in here." Leah nodded and walked with Tara out of the house and down the steps.

She watched as Derek was forced into the back of a patrol car. Her eyes flicked over to where Stiles' Jeep was parked, Scott leaning against the hood. Leah saw Stiles dart out from behind the Jeep and hurry over to the patrol car, trying to be smooth and sneaky. She snorted to herself as Stiles opened the front passenger door to the car and slipped inside.

"So what were you three doing out here again?" Tara asked Leah, getting Leah's attention again. Leah looked at her, scuffing the toe of her sneaker against the porch and making a face.

"Just exploring." Leah shrugged, "We weren't doing anything."

"If I ask you to pee in a cup, would you?"

"Mom!" Leah felt her jaw drop, "We weren't doing drugs!"

"Then what exactly were you doing out here?" Tara asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Leah made a face and blew out her cheeks before slumping down and letting out her breath.

"We were looking for Scott's inhaler." Leah said, shoving her hands under her armpits as she came up with a lie.

"Which he lost when?" Tara asked.

"The other night when we were out here." Leah rocked back on her heels as she continued her lie.

"The other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body." Tara stated. Leah stopped talking as she realized she was getting caught up in her lie.

"No, another night, different night. It was some pre-season thing." Leah waved her hand around in the air, "Only Stiles and I were out here that night." Tara eyed Leah for a moment before nodding. She let her hand skate over the baby bump as she continued to nod.

"Are we done here?" Leah asked, raising an eyebrow. Tara nodded again, letting Leah go. Leah started down the steps before stopping and turning around to look at her.

"You can I.D. the body now, can't you?" Leah asked, looking up at her mom.

"That's what they're gonna do for the rest of the afternoon." Tara put her hands on her hips, "Why?"

"I was just wondering." Leah made a face and shrugged, "Curiosity, ya know?"

"You know what they say about curiosity." Tara said with a small smile. Leah nodded and turned around.

"It killed the wolf." Leah whispered to herself as she walked back to Scott and the Jeep.

"So what's douchecanoe doing?" Leah asked as she meandered up to the Jeep. Leah leaned against the passenger door and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I have no friggin' idea." Scott breathed out before running a hand through his hair. They fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments before Leah opened her mouth.

"Have you figured out how you're gonna play tonight?" She asked, glancing over to her best friend.

"No." Scott sighed, playing with the strings of his hoodie, "But I'm playing."

"Oh, I know." Leah said, raising her eyebrows and nodding. "Just wanna know how you're gonna deal when you shift."

"If." Scott corrected. Leah stared at him for a moment more before Scott sighed, "When." He corrected himself. Leah gave him a small smile as she shifted against the Jeep.

"Did you tell Connor about not making first line yet?" Scott asked, glancing at Leah.

"Nope." Leah let the 'p' pop. "And I don't plan on it. Cause I made first line, I'm just on probation." She continued, pointing a finger to Scott. "So while you're out there tonight, kicking ass, I'll be trying not to kill Stiles on the bench." Scott snorted.

"The sheriff might do it before you get the chance." Scott nodded to where the sheriff was forcefully pulling Stiles out of the patrol car.

"Awh, damnit." Leah made a face and stomped her foot as she watched the sheriff yell at Stiles. It brought her some sense of joy knowing that she had gotten out of it unscathed while Stiles was getting tied up in his lies.

"Let's go." Stiles threw his arm up in the air as he stomped over to Scott and Leah. "We've done enough." Leah pushed off the Jeep, smirking at Stiles as he stomped past her to driver's seat.

"When you say we you mean you though, right?" Leah asked as she climbed into the back of Jeep. Stiles started up the car and put the Jeep into drive.

"I'm not answering that, Barbie." Stiles glanced at Leah in the rearview mirror. Leah made an innocent face.

"I mean, I'm just saying cause I'm not the one who went into a patrol car to interrogate a murderer." Leah raised her shoulders up, "That was all you."

"Shut up." Stiles' face was unamused as he pulled out onto the road.

"At least I didn't—"

"Leah." Scott turned around in his seat to look at Leah, "Stop. We did what we had to do and that's it. It's done now. Derek's in custody." Scott nodded at Leah. Leah gave him a look before sighing in a agreement, and sitting back in her seat, arms crossed over her chest.

The Jeep was quiet for a few minutes as Stiles drove. Leah stared out the window, looking at the forest pass by. Stiles had the radio playing some crap while Scott tapped his fingers on his knee to the beat. She glanced between the boys before leaning forward in the space between them,

"So what exactly were you hoping to get out of Derek?" Leah asked, looking at Stiles' profile. Stiles huffed and shifted in his seat.

"I wanted to know what kind of werewolf the girl was." Stiles said, "I mean, she could transform into a full wolf and I know Scott can't do that." Stiles motioned to Scott.

"No, you don't." Leah pointed out, reminding Stiles they had never truly seen Scott shift before.

"Yeah, I do." Stiles argued back with her.

"No, you don't." Leah said again, shaking her head.

"Yeah, I—"

"Alright, shut it!" Scott cut Stiles off. Both of them looked at him, "What did he say?"

"Nothing. Completely unhelpful." Stiles flailed a bit.

"Well, did he say why he buried the body under wolfsbane?" Leah asked, raising her eyebrows, "I mean, that's what my question is."

"I didn't get a chance to ask, Leah." Stiles made a face at Leah, "Why don't you just Google it?"

Leah let out an exasperated groan and fell back against the seat, but she complied, shoving a hand into her pocket for her phone. The boys continued to talk to each other about what Derek said as Leah tried to Google why a werewolf would bury another werewolf under wolfsbane.

After a few minutes, it was clear that Leah wasn't getting anywhere. There was nothing that Google had to offer her.

"I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial." Leah voiced her frustration as she exited out of Google.

"Just keep looking." Stiles' response came back.

"No. I already closed the page." Leah said, leaning forward. Stiles rolled his head back.

"Okay, maybe it's like a ritual or something, like maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's like a special skill, you know? Like something you have to learn." Stiles rattled off options.

"I'll put it on my to-do list, right underneath figuring out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight." Scott mumbled, obviously a little annoyed.

"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves." Stiles absentmindly said.

"Okay! Stop it!" Scott shouted out, making Leah flinch a little.

"Stop what?" Stiles asked, glancing at him.

"Stop saying werewolves! Stop enjoying this so much." Scott was freaking out. Leah stared at her best friend, eyebrow arched.

"Are you okay?" She cautiously asked.

"No!" Scott shouted back immediately, "No, I'm not. I'm so far from being okay."

"You know, you're gonna have to accept this, Scott, sooner or later."

"Sooner being better than later." Leah added on, "Especially since the game is in like an hour."

"I can't-" Scott said back, taking in a deep breath.

"Well, you're gonna have to." Stiles said in a too bad voice.

"No! I can't breathe." Scott frantically said, taking in a gulp of air. He started to move around the Jeep, trying to get out. Leah straightened up and watched him for a second becoming worried.

"Scott? Scott, what's happening?" She asked, reaching out to him.

"Aah! Ah, pull over!" Scott shouted, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning in pain.

"Why? What's happening?" Stiles asked, frantic. Scott spotted Stiles' backpack, which was resting in the dividing space. He reached in and pulled up the wolfsbane flower, eyes wide in disbelief.

"You kept it?!" Scott yelled out.

"What was I supposed to do with it?!" Stiles yelled right back.

Scott groaned and banged his head against the back of the seat. Then his hand went up to the ceiling of the Jeep. Leah jumped at the motion, keeping her wide eyes on Scott.

"Stop the car!" Scott suddenly growled out, eyes flashing gold.

That scared Stiles enough to stomp on the brakes. Leah braced herself as the Jeep pitched forward at the sudden stop. In a second, Stiles was out of the Jeep, backpack in his hands. Scott was out faster, leaving Leah alone in the backseat. She watched Stiles hurl his backpack into the woods and then looked to the other side to see where Scott had gone. She scrambled out of the Jeep as Stiles turned around to face the car.

"Okay…okay. We're good, you can—" Stiles was talking in a relieved tone as he looked at the Jeep, "Scott?" Stiles looked around the forest, "Scott?" He sang out. Then his eyes landed on Leah.

"Where'd he go?" Stiles asked. Leah lifted her shoulders and made a face. "Useless. How do you just lose a werewolf?" Stiles whispered under his breath.

"You forget to cherish it." Leah simply responded. She got a glare from Stiles to which she narrowed her eyes at him.

"I'm not the one who kept a poisonous flower in my backpack." Leah shot back. Stiles made a face at her.

"Well, you let him out of the car!"

"He was out before I could even process what was happening!" Leah shouted, flinging her hand towards the forest. "Supernatural speed, remember?" Stiles grumbled to himself.

"I need to find my backpack."

"I need to find my best friend." Leah said back as Stiles headed into the woods.

"MY best friend!" Stiles shouted at her. Leah rolled her eyes, but followed Stiles into the forest.

"What compelled you to throw your entire backpack?" Leah asked, catching up to him and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Oh, uh, just the fact that my best friend was choking in my Jeep." Stiles glanced at Leah, "Kinda more worried about that than my Chemistry homework."

"We had Chemistry homework?" Leah asked, brow furrowing.

"Uh, yeah." Stiles gave her a look, "Such a Barbie." He whispered. Leah flipped him off with an unamused look as he went back to looking for his backpack.

They looked for a few minutes, before Stiles found the backpack. He threw the flower out of the bag and zipped it back up, slinging it over his shoulder. The two of them headed back to the Jeep in silence, both of them scanning the woods for any sign of Scott. He really had disappeared, and Leah felt like that meant something bad was probably going to happen. Leah blew out a breath as they got to the Jeep; Stiles threw his backpack into the back hatch and then placed his hands on his hips.

"Let's find him before he hurts someone." Stiles flicked his hand at Leah.

"Or kills someone." She added. Stiles stared at her before walking to the front of the Jeep. Leah walked around the back of the Jeep, scanning the woods for Scott.

"Okay, so what do we do?" Leah asked as she got into the passenger seat, "This forest is huge we can't just drive around for the rest of the night. We have the game." Leah said as Stiles put the Jeep in drive.

"Yeah, I know." Stiles rubbed his hand over his mouth, "Okay, the station! We could call the station." He pointed at Leah.

"And say what?" Leah asked, rolling her head to look at him, "That my werewolf best friend went missing because an idiot kept something poisonous in his backpack and now the werewolf is on the loose and is probably gonna kill someone?" She asked.

"He's my best friend." Stiles grumbled.

"No, he's—"

"Can we please not, right now!?" Stiles cut Leah off, holding up a hand, "Do you have any better ideas?" He glanced at her and Leah sighed, rubbing a hand over her face.

"No." She dejectedly said, "Fine, we'll call the station. Probably won't get very far though." Leah pulled out her phone and dialed dispatch, putting it on speaker so Stiles could talk while he drove.

"Beacon Hills Sheriff Station, this is Sharon." Sharon's voice came over the speaker. Leah inwardly groaned; Sharon didn't like Leah very much and the feeling was mutual. Stiles glanced at Leah before readying himself to speak.

"Hey, Sharon, it's Stiles."

"Stiles." She sounded exasperated already, "What do you need?"

"We were just wondering if you had anything…odd come in." Stiles glanced at Leah. Leah rolled her eyes.

"We?" Sharon asked. Stiles cursed under his breath and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Yeah, me and Leah." Sharon made a disapproving noise.

"You can't just call this line whenever you want. You two know that." Sharon was going into Mom mode. Leah pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Sharon, please just pull the stick out of your ass for three seconds and give us an answer." Leah said, waving her hand in the air.

"Leah… don't start with me." Sharon said in a warning tone. Leah made a face at the phone before looking at Stiles, who was smirking to himself. She smacked his shoulder in response.

"Don't hit the driver." Stiles hissed out. Leah pointed to the phone with her free hand, trying to get him back on track. Stiles rolled his eyes before continuing.

"Have you gotten any odd calls today?" Stiles asked.

"Odd how?" Sharon asked. Stiles glanced at Leah before leaning closer to the phone, eyes back on the road.

"Uh, like an odd person or…a dog-like individual roaming the streets." Stiles moved his head around a bit and Leah heard Sharon sigh.

"I'm hanging up on you now." She said.

"No!" Stiles and Leah both shouted.

"Wai-wai-wai-wai-wait!" Stiles stuttered out, trying to get her to not hang up.

"Good bye!" Sharon trilled out before the line went dead.

"Bitch!" Leah gasped out as Stiles hit the steering wheel with his hand and let out a frustrated noise. Leah looked at Stiles, "Alright, genius, what now?"

"I have no idea." Stiles scrubbed his hand over his head, "But we have to be at school in like a half an hour, maybe less…"

"So we're just gonna leave him out there." Leah stated as Stiles turned down her neighborhood street. Stiles took in a breath.

"I don't know what else to do."

"It's your fault if he kills anyone." Leah said as Stiles pulled up to her house. Stiles glared at her.

"Get out." He seriously said.

"Fine." Leah said back, just as serious before shoving the door to the Jeep open. Leah hopped out and slammed the door shut with all her might.

"Hey!" Stiles shouted at her. Leah flipped him off before walking past the Jeep, down the street, towards Scott's house. Stiles pulled up next to her, slowly rolling along beside her.

"What are you doing?" He asked out the window.

"None of your business."

"Your house is that way, Barbie. In case you've forgotten." Stiles jerked his head back to Leah's house.

"I'm aware, thank you." Leah said as she crossed her arms over her chest and cut across the yard of the McCall's.

Stiles had to stay where he was, or at least the Jeep did. Leah got to the tree that separated the McCall's house from hers. It had been there since before she was born and she had climbed it countless times. Leah placed her foot in the proper spot and reached up to grab the knot in the tree.

"What are you doing?" Stiles' voice scared Leah. She jumped in surprise before glancing over to him.

"What does it look like I'm doing? You have eyes, Coleslaw, use them." Leah said back as she hoisted herself up.

"Coleslaw? Really? I thought we had gotten rid of that nickname." Stiles groaned from below Leah.

"I think it's time to bring it back." Leah made a face as she looked back down at Stiles. Stiles made a face at her, which Leah ignored.

"God, wait, I'm coming." Leah looked down at him again as he placed his hands and feet where she had hers. "If you fall, I'll die." He called up to her, "Just remember that."

"Oh, so I should fall then?" Leah called back.

"No!"

"Yes?"

"Leah! Don't!" Leah grinned at him before resuming her climbing.

As much as falling on top of Stiles would be funny, it would hurt like hell and injure them both. And Leah didn't want to have another reason as to why she couldn't play in tonight's game.

Leah swung her leg over the branch in front of Scott's room and scooted across it. Stiles was right behind her, holding on for dear life. Leah laid down on her stomach and reached out to lift up Scott's window. Then she tumbled inside, landing on his bed. Stiles came in after her, banging into something or other.

"Why didn't we just use the door?" He asked, sitting up in the bed.

"They lock the front door." Leah said in a duh voice. Stiles rolled his eyes as he rubbed his neck. Leah scanned the empty room, letting out a sigh.

"He's not here." She said, getting off of the bed.

"Yeah, I can see that." Leah glared at Stiles. Stiles got off the bed as Leah slowly spun around in the room, taking in all the nooks and crannies as if Scott was just hiding in the corner, waiting to be found.

"The sun's setting. If he's still in the woods, he—"

"He'll be fine." Stiles cut Leah off. Leah looked at him, "Werewolves are predators. If anything attacks him…he'll fight back." Stiles raised a hand before lowering it again, letting it rest on his hips. Leah nodded at him.

"There's nothing else we can do, huh?" Leah said, looking down at her shoes. She heard Stiles take a step forward toward her before stopping. Leah looked up at Stiles, seeing him standing in front of her, trying decide whether or not to comfort her or ignore her.

"I'll see you at the game." He settled on.

Leah nodded at him and watched him go out the window, climbing back down the tree. She blew out a breath and looked around the empty room. Scott wasn't there, and there was nowhere else she could think of him being. The woods were huge; Leah wouldn't be able to comb through it all, and get to the game on time. So Leah climbed onto Scott's bed and went out the window, climbing through the tree to get to the branch that led to her window.


Connor opened the door to the sheriff's station and walked past the front desk, heading for his mother's desk where she was looking over some paperwork, "Mom." Connor pressed his fists down on top of the desk, getting Tara to look up at him.

"Uh, hi, honey. I didn't know you were coming home." Tara's brow furrowed, but she looked happy to see him.

"I wanted to surprise you, but turns out you surprised me." Connor leaned forward, "Arresting Derek? Really, Mom?"

"I do not want to talk about this right now." Tara seriously said, all signs of happiness fading, "This is not the time or place."

"Uh, we're in the police station, I think this is a great place to talk about how you arrested Derek!" Connor kept his voice quiet, but couldn't help but be upset.

"Connor." Tara snapped out, "We are not talking about this right now." She eyed him, daring him to say something else. Connor set his jaw and nodded, pushing off of the desk.

"Can I at least see him?" Connor asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Fine." Tara agreed, getting up from her seat. Connor stepped back and let his mom pass him, leading him down the hallway to the holding cells.

"Two minutes." Tara eyed Connor before looking to Derek. Derek nodded, stepping up to the bars as Connor did the same. Tara left the two of them alone and Connor raised his eyebrows, waiting for Derek to start talking.

"I buried Laura on my property and your sister and her dumbass friends decided to go digging around." Derek lowly explained.

"Why?" Connor asked.

"Because they don't want me interfering with Scott anymore." Connor took in a breath and looked down at his shoes before looking back at Derek, "This was all part of their plan. Get me thrown in jail so I wouldn't stop him from playing in tonight's game."

"Did you threaten him?" Connor asked, raising his eyebrows. Derek didn't respond, which was enough of a response in itself, "Oh my God, no wonder they did this." Connor let out a small laugh. He knew Derek wasn't very good with people or beta werewolves—mostly because he had been born into a pack.

"They think they can handle this, but they can't, Connor." Derek seriously said.

"I know!" Connor widened his eyes. He stared at Derek for a moment before opening his mouth and shaking his head a bit, "I'm going to the game tonight. I'll keep an eye on Scott. If anything happens…I'll fix it. I've done it before." Connor reminded Derek. Derek nodded, meeting Connor's eyes.

"Connor." Tara's voice got Connor to turn around and look at his mom. He nodded at her before looking back at Derek.

"We'll figure this out." Connor promised before stepping back from Derek. Derek nodded and stepped back, going back to the bench in the holding cell. Connor took in a breath and went back to his mom, letting her lead him out into the hallway.


The boys' locker room was full of half dressed lacrosse team members, shouting at each other and spraying each other with body spray as Leah stepped inside. The door slammed shut behind her, but none of the guys noticed since the music and talking were too loud. Leah wove through the guys, getting to Scott's locker. She hadn't heard anything from him since her and Stiles broke into his bedroom so she was still pretty worried. But when she got to his locker, all of her worries disappeared when she saw him sitting on the bench.

"Thank God." Leah breathed out, falling onto the bench next to him. Scott glanced at Leah with a small smile. Then Leah smacked his shoulder, "Don't do that ever again." Leah pointed at him. Scott nodded and then looked away.

"I'm sorry." He softly said, "I didn't know what to do. So I just ran."

"Where'd you even go?" Leah asked.

"To Allison's." Scott answered her truthfully. Leah raised her eyebrows and caught his eye. He looked away from her, embarrassed.

"What were you going to do?"

"All I knew was that I had to see her." Scott sat up a bit straighter, "I didn't even know I was there until I saw her in her bedroom."

"You were on her roof?!" Leah's eyebrows shot up, "Scott, that's like stalker, code red!" She hissed out.

"I know!" Scott turned to look at her, "I know." He rested his elbows on his knees, "And then she shut her curtains and I saw my reflection….and I was…." Scott paused before lowering his voice, "I was a wolf." Leah stayed quiet, "And it scared me so bad, that I went tumbling off the roof." Leah snorted.

"That's what you get for creepin." She nudged her best friend, making him laugh a bit, "But I'm glad you're okay."

"You gonna try to convince me not to play?" Scott asked, glancing at her. And then his eyes flicked up to over her shoulder. Leah looked over to see Stiles standing above them, gear in hand. He sighed and looked at her before sitting down on the bench next to Leah.

"I just hope you know what you're doing." Stiles answered.

"If I don't play, I lose first line and Allison." Scott replied, looking away from the two of them.

"Allison's not going anywhere." Leah shook her head, "And if she does, then she wasn't really worth it."

"And it's one game that you really don't need to play." Stiles added on.

"I wanna play!" Scott protested, "I wanna be on the team. I wanna go out with Allison. I want a semi-freaking normal life. Do you get that?" His eyes flicked in between Leah and Stiles. Leah nodded and gave him a small smile.

"I get it." Stiles nodded back at Scott, "…Just try not to worry too much while you're out there, okay? Or get too angry." Stiles advised.

"I got it." Scott tapped his foot on the ground.

"Or stressed."

"I got it."

"Don't think about Allison being in the stands." Leah added on.

"Or that her father's trying to kill you." Stiles continued.

"Or that Derek's trying to kill you."

"Or the girl he killed." Stiles sat up a bit.

"Or that you might kill someone." Leah added.

"If a hunter doesn't kill you first—" Scott glared at his friends. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry." Leah mumbled, overlapping Stiles, "We'll stop." Coach blew the whistle, letting the team know they had to be out on the field.

"Good luck." Stiles sighed as he got to his feet. Leah followed suit, patting Scott's shoulder before they headed out of the locker room with the rest of the team.

The bleachers were already packed when Leah stepped on to the sidelines of the field with Scott and Stiles. People were cheering with signs and popcorn, talking amongst themselves. As Leah scanned the bleachers, Allison waved to her from the popcorn stand. Leah waved back, noticing she was with an older man, who was probably her dad. Leah spotted her mom and dad sitting next to Mrs. McCall and the sheriff. Tara gave her a thumbs up as Andrew winked at her.

"Scott!" Lydia trilled out as she came up to three of them.

She grabbed Scott by the front of his jersey, yanking him forward. Stiles' jaw dropped and a little noise came out of his mouth as he put his hand out in front of Leah. Stiles didn't realize how close she was and his hand came in contact with Leah's boob. Leah jumped a little, as did Stiles and his head flicked down to see where his hand was. Then he took it away so fast, Leah thought he was touching a red hot curling iron, not her boob. Leah raised her eyebrows at him as he shook out his hand.

"First boob touch?" Leah innocently asked. Stiles glared at her and walked off to the bench.

"Lele!" Leah heard a familiar voice from behind her. She spun around to see Connor jogging up to her. Leah felt her stomach drop but forced a smile on her face.

"Hey!" Leah grinned at him as he got closer. He wrapped his arms around his sister in a tight hug. "Uh, what are you doing here?!" Leah said, actually surprised. Connor lightly punched her shoulder.

"I told you I was coming home, idiot."

"No, ya didn't." Leah shook her head, "I would've remembered."

"Leah, I told you." Connor became serious, "I told you over the phone, asked you not to tell Mom and Dad. I told you I was coming to see you play." Connor went for his phone but Leah waved him away from it.

"Yeah, you're totally right. Of course you did." Leah lied, "Right, you came to see me…play." Leah bit her lip and rocked back on her heels, looking around the field.

"Mystic Falls, right? God, this is gonna be an easy win." Connor bobbed his head as he looked at the opposing team. "Especially since you and Scott are on first line." Leah let out a laugh.

"Right, yeah." Leah was lightly punched on the shoulder again. "I, uh, gotta go. Have to talk to Coach about some…things." Leah came up with an excuse, "But I'll talk to you after."

"Good luck!" Connor gave her a proud smile before stepping back. Leah gave him a thumbs up as she turned away.

The smile fell off of her face as soon as her back was to him. She had no recollection of Connor saying he was coming to the game, she didn't remember the conversation at all. Leah pulled her phone out of her warm up pocket and scrolled through her recent calls, landing on the exact conversation Connor was referring to.

Sighing, Leah shoved her phone back into her pocket and stomped over to her coach, who was talking to Jackson. "Coach, I need to talk to you. Right now." Leah said, getting his attention. Finstock looked over to her as Jackson got off the bench.

"Kane, I told you I'm not putting you on the field."

"You have to." Leah immediately shot back.

"Give me one good reason." Finstock made a face. Leah grabbed the top of his head and turned it so he was looking to the bleachers where Connor was sitting with her parents.

"That's why. Connor, aka one of your best players, is here. And he's expecting to see me play." Leah let go of Finstock's head, letting him face her again, "And what do you think he's gonna do when he sees me on the bench? You don't want to disappoint your favorite player." Leah crossed her arms over her chest and stared at Finstock. Finstock let out a huff and looked around the field.

"Fine. You get ten minutes on the field."

"A full quarter." Leah bargained. Coach narrowed his eyes at her and let out another breath.

"Whatever." He waved his hand at her, "Greenberg! You're on bench!" Leah smirked to herself before going over to the bench to drop off her stuff and get out of her warm up gear.

The referee blew the whistle a few minutes later, signaling that the teams should take their places. Leah jogged up next to Scott, who looked at her through his helmet.

"You ready?" Leah asked, pulling on her helmet. Scott blew out a breath, letting it puff out in the air.

"No." He answered her. Leah made a face at his honesty before she jogged over to the other side of the field to take her position. Leah crouched down as Jackson took the center position, she kept her attention on Jackson, ignoring how the kid in front of in whistled lowly.

"Didn't realize Beacon Hills was so desperate they let girls on their team." He taunted. Leah made a face at him, and didn't respond as the whistle blew. Instead, she used all her strength and shoved up against him, slamming him to the ground. He went down hard and she heard him groan.

"Welcome to the twenty first century, bitch." Leah said staring down at him. Leah gave him a charming smile before running off.

Kyle passed to Leah as she ran down the side of the field. Leah easily caught it but slowed down as she realized that she was surrounded. She spotted Scott standing off to the side, completely open. He was looking at her so Leah flicked her wrist and sent the ball flying right to him, but another one of the guys on the other team came out of nowhere and caught the ball, leaving Scott on the sidelines. Scott looked at Leah and she shrugged.

"Sorry!" Leah called out before taking off down the field.

The ball was knocked out of Harry's cradle as he tried to get around a defenseman, and the ball went rolling on the ground. Leah spotted it and then looked up to Scott, who was closer to her. They made eye contact for a split second before Scott took off running. Leah looked around to see Jackson going for it as well. In a moment, Jackson slammed against Scott, knocking him to the ground in order to scoop up the ball. Leah ran over to Scott as Jackson scored their first goal.

"That should be a penalty." Leah said as she helped Scott to his feet. Scott was silent as the crowd went wild for Jackson's goal. Their teammates were doling out high fives and fist bumps as the two of them stood off to the side a bit.

"We'll get the next one." Leah patted her best friend's shoulder as they walked back to reset. Leah looked around the crowd, her eyes being drawn to the sign Allison and Lydia were holding up that proclaimed their "luv" for Jackson.

"Ugh." Leah rolled her eyes, "She even pretends not to know how to spell." Leah grimaced as she glanced to Scott. His face had hardened and a little growl escaped from his mouth. Leah stared at him, realizing how heavy his breathing was.

"You good?" Leah asked. Scott nodded in response, not saying a word.

The starting whistle blew, forcing Leah to go to her position. She kept her eyes on Scott, watching him crouch down before she went jogging over to the opposite side of the field. This time, the other guy didn't say a word. Leah smirked to herself as the whistle blew. She took off down the field; Jackson had the ball and was running for the goal.

"Jackson!" Leah called out, "I'm open!" Leah looked ahead to see that there was a defenseman right in Jackson's path, "Jackson!" Leah yelled, trying to get him to pass to her. Jackson chose not to hear her and went around the guy, shooting the ball into the net for a goal. Leah felt her jaw click as she ran up to him.

"What the hell was that!?" Leah cried out as the crowd cheered. Jackson glanced at her, "I was open!"

"I made the shot." Jackson said, going to walk away.

"I could've made a better shot!" Leah went after him, "Hey, Jackson!" Leah shoved his good shoulder, trying to get his attention, "I'm your teammate, asshole!" Leah shoved him again, this time hard enough to make him stumble.

"Hey! Kane!" Finstock blew his whistle, "Kane! Off the field!" Leah jaw dropped as she spun around to look at her coach. Leah ripped off her helmet to get a better look at him.

"Are you fucking serious!?" Leah yelled back, "I didn't do anything!"

"You hit a player on your team. Off the field!" Finstock was flailing as he tried to get her off the field.

"So did Jackson! He practically mauled Scott down!" Leah flung her hand out.

"Kane!" Finstock screeched, looking like a blood vessel was about to pop. Leah let out an audible groan and stomped her foot in frustration. She rolled her head back and went for the sidelines, completely livid.

"Awh, don't be such a cry baby." A team member of the other team cooed as Leah stomped by him. Leah went for him, but two of her teammates stopped her.

"Leah, stop." Harry grunted, trying to get her to calm down.

"Not worth it, Kane." Kyle added on. Leah stopped fighting them and relaxed, getting the boys to relax their grip. She shoved away from them and turned around.

"Knock his ass to the ground so hard he sees stars." Leah said through gritted teeth.

Kyle nodded at her before Leah whirled around, braid flying around her shoulder, and stomping off the field. Leah saw Allison and Lydia still holding up the sign—her eyes narrowed, trying to shoot arrows through the sign with her mind. Then she saw her family, Connor was booing, her mom and dad gave her sad smiles. Leah averted her eyes from them as she got to coach. He gave her a look as she passed him.

"Benched…for the rest of the game."

"Whatever." Leah grumbled, sitting down on the bench next to Stiles.

She was fuming; she hadn't done anything wrong. Leah didn't even push Jackson that hard, he was just a big baby. He didn't listen to the play, he was supposed to pass to Leah since he was blocked, but instead he tried to be the hero.

Stiles was smart and didn't say anything to Leah while the game continued on. They sat in silence as Mystic Falls came back, and even forged ahead into the last quarter of the game. There was a minute left and Beacon Hills needed three points to win.

"Does Scott seem a little…werewolfy to you?" Leah quietly asked Stiles as the teams reset. Scott was hunched over and she swore she could hear his pants from where they sat. Stiles, who had been chewing on his glove the entire game, tilted his head as he looked at Scott, took the glove out of his mouth to respond,

"What? No. He's fine. We're gonna be fine." Stiles' eyes were trained on the field.

"This is like a bad episode of Friday Night Lights." Leah mumbled to herself, "Like Saturday Night Bites." Leah looked back to see the player behind Scott take a cautious step back. Then the whistle blew.

The ball somehow got into the air and Leah watched as Scott took off; running for it and using another player to launch himself into the air and catch the ball. Stiles' glove dropped out of his mouth as did Leah's jaw. Leah leapt to her feet and ran down the sideline as soon as Scott took off running, weaving around the other players, dodging them as he ran full force down the field. Leah cheered him on as he went. He was getting closer to the goal and just at the right moment, he let the ball fly straight into the net.

"Yes!" Leah jumped up in the air, arms going up, "Yes! YES YES!" Scott looked at Leah and she could see the grin on his face. He jogged over to her and Leah cuffed his shoulders with her hands. Leah leaned forward, gently knocking his helmeted head against her forehead.

"You scored a goal!" Leah cheered in his face.

"I know!"

"Do it again!" Leah was grinning at her best friend, extremely proud of him.

"Okay!" Scott grinned back at Leah before running back to center field.

"Pass to McCall!" Finstock was yelling out as he came running down the sideline, "Pass to McCall!"

"Pass to McCall!" Stiles was following, a huge grin on his face. Leah looked to Stiles and they high fived without even realizing it. But immediately after, Leah dropped her hand and quickly walked past Stiles, back to the bench. Stiles sat down next to her, glove back in his mouth as the whistle blew.

Leah watched as someone on the other team got the ball and tried to go for their goal, only to see Scott standing in front of him. Leah didn't know what Scott did, but the kid passed the ball straight to Scott.

"Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball?" Finstock asked, coming up to them.

"Yes, I believe so, Coach." Stiles answered through a mouthful of glove.

"Interesting." Finstock murmured to himself as Leah kept her eyes trained on the way Scott was moving.

He moved quick enough to get back down the field. And then he flicked his wrist, sending the ball straight through the goalie's cradle and into the net. Leah jumped to her feet, cheering for her best friend as the whistle blew. Leah got up with her coach, going over to the sidelines to cheer for Scott as the referee came over.

"Doesn't count." The referee said to Finstock.

"What do you mean it doesn't count?" Finstock asked back.

"The ball's in the net!" Leah shouted, throwing her hand towards where the ball was in fact in the net. Stiles repeated after her.

"That's the goal of the game, is get the ball in the net!" Finstock said, making the referee shake his head and sigh, giving up, "We got it." Coach laughed, blowing his own whistle.

With thirty seconds left, the ball was passed to Scott, who went for the goal. Stiles and Leah were back on the bench, watching Scott. The opposing team fanned out, getting as far away from him as possible. Scott was almost stalking down the field, acting like the other team was his prey.

"Oh this is not good." Leah murmured, slowly getting to her feet.

"No, Scott, no no." Stiles voiced his agreement. Leah chewed down on the end of her braid as she watched Scott's head flick around, taking in the other team.

"Scott, don't." Leah said, mainly to herself.

And at the last possible second, with two guys running at Scott, Scott hurled the ball into the goal, giving Beacon Hills the win. Leah threw her arms up in the air as the crowd went wild.

"Yes! Oh my God." Leah let out a relieved laugh as she looked to Stiles.

"Thank God." Stiles said, taking a step forward and hugging Leah. Leah froze in his arms at the same time he realized what he was doing. They both jumped apart and stared at each other.

"No."

"Never happened." Stiles said, making a face.

"What happened?" Leah asked, furrowing her brow.

"Exactly." Stiles pointed at her.

"Congratulations!" Connor said as he jumped off of the bleachers, practically tackling her, "If Coach hadn't taken you out for that bullshit reason, you coulda scored the winning goal though." Leah laughed as she swayed under Connor.

"But I'm glad it was Scott." Leah grinned at her brother.

"Yeah, where is the rascal? Wanted to congratulate him." Connor let go of Leah and looked around the field, searching for Scott. He had seen him during the last moments of the game, knowing exactly what was happening. He wanted to make sure Scott was okay-if he wasn't, Connor knew how to calm him down.

Leah looked to the bleachers to see Tara and the sheriff standing next to each other, the sheriff on his phone, "Uh, I don't know." Leah distractedly said, "Hold on." Leah looked back at Connor to see that he had been cornered by Finstock.

"Mom?" Leah asked, "What's wrong?" Tara held up a finger to her. Leah glanced at Stiles, who met her gaze with a concerned look.

"They confirmed the killer to be an animal." Leah heard the sheriff say to Tara as he ended the phone call, "Derek Hale was let out of custody earlier this evening."

"Did they I.D. the body?" Tara asked back. Leah pretended she wasn't listening, pulling off of her pads and putting on her warm up gear.

"Laura Hale." The sheriff replied, "Derek's sister." Leah felt her stomach drop when she heard what the sheriff said. Even though she knew who it was already, Leah still felt surprised; she wanted it to be someone else, wanted herself to be wrong.

"Honey…" Tara started as she came off the bleachers. "Honey, we have to talk." She put her hand on Leah's shoulder. Leah shrugged it off, not looking at her mom.

"I have to go find Scott." Leah quietly said, before picking up her duffle and walking onto the field, towards the locker room.

"I'll, uh, go with her." Leah heard Stiles say. She slowed down a bit to let him catch up.

"I knew it." Leah whispered out.

"How in holy hell did you know that it was Laura Hale?" Stiles asked, rolling his head back. Leah dug into her pocket for her phone, pulling up a photo of the picture from the birthday party. Leah zoomed in on Laura's face, handing it over to Stiles.

"She looks like the girl we found."

"Why was she at your birthday party? Why am I cut out?" Stiles asked, shoving his finger against the screen.

"Because apparently, Connor and Derek grew up together, we were all one big happy, friendly family." Leah explained, taking her phone back from Stiles, "I thought I told you that." She said, glancing at him.

"Uh, no! You didn't!" Stiles' jaw was dropped as they walked to the locker room.

"Well, it doesn't really matter now, since she's…dead." Leah quickly raised her eyebrows as she opened the door to the school. They walked at a faster pace than usual, trying to get down the locker room quicker.

"Her brother murdered her." Stiles breathed out.

"No, an animal did." Leah corrected him, "Didn't you hear your dad?"

"But Derek is an animal." Stiles rolled forward on his feet. Leah pulled her lips in and looked around the dark hallway as they walked.

"And if Derek's out of jail, that means he's gonna come for Scott." Stiles continued.

"I know. I know." Leah said in a hushed tone. Stiles opened the door to the locker room and the two of them hurried inside. Stiles was ahead of her and got out into the opening first.

"Oh God." Leah heard him mumble and he turned around, pushing Leah back.

"What?" Leah mouthed out. Stiles shook his head, not responding as he made a face of disgust.

Leah rolled her eyes and shoved by him, peering around the lockers to see Scott and Allison in full make out mode. Leah felt her jaw drop and she put her hand over her mouth to contain her squeal as she whirled back around to face Stiles. He crouched down to look around the lockers again, and Leah stood on her tiptoes to watch as well. She couldn't stop smiling as she watched Scott kiss Allison and Allison kiss Scott back.

Then Allison laughed a little, both of them pulling back. She was grinning, Scott was grinning, Leah was grinning.

"I, uh, I gotta get back to my dad." Allison whispered, stepping away from Scott. Scott nodded as Allison kissed him again. She turned away from him and walked out of the shower area. Leah yanked Stiles back, not wanting her to see them, but it was too late.

"Hey Stiles. Hey, Leah." Allison said in a friendly voice. Allison raised her eyebrows at Leah and reached out to grab Leah's hand, pulling her out from behind the lockers. Leah made a face and looked over her shoulder at Stiles as Allison pulled her out of the locker room.

"Uh…hey." Leah made a face as she and Allison got into the hallway.

"Oh my God!" Allison whisper shouted, a grin on her face, "I kissed him!"

"I saw." Leah nodded, hands on her hips.

"And he kissed me!" Allison continued, the grin still on her face,

"Saw that too." Leah nodded again, smirking a little.

Allison opened her mouth and let out a little laugh before putting her hands over her mouth. Leah couldn't help but amusedly roll her eyes at Allison's reaction.

"I can't believe I just did that." Allison whispered out, chewing on her thumbnail.

"Well, ya did!" Leah pulled her shoulders up and made a face.

Allison pushed off of the wall and started walking down the hall, indicating that Leah should follow her outside. "I just went in there and did it!"

"That's great!" Leah matched Allison's tone, "And right after his big game, Ally, you are a walking cliché."

"Shut up." Allison laughed. Leah grinned at her.

"Who knows what else you would've done if you didn't have to get back to your dad." Leah teased, getting an elbow from Allison. Allison rolled her eyes and let her head drop into her hands, covering her face.

"Allison!" A voice made Allison pick up her head and Leah turned to the voice. The man Leah had seen Allison with was walking up to them. "Did you congratulate Scott?" He asked with a warm smile.

"Yeah, he was in the locker room." Allison thumbed behind herself as Leah ducked her head, trying to stop herself from saying anything stupid.

"Good." The man paused, "Who's your friend?"

"Oh, this is Leah Kane!" Allison put a hand on Leah's shoulder, getting Leah to look up at the man, "Leah, this is my dad." Allison motioned to the man in front of them.

"Hi, nice to meet you." Leah reached out to shake Mr. Argent's hand. He gave her the same warm smile that he had given Allison.

"Kane. Are you Tara's daughter?" Mr. Argent asked.

"Uh, yeah." Leah made a face, "How…"

"I own a firearms company, and the police are one of our clients." Mr. Argent explained.

"Firearms, of course." Leah made a face, nodding at Mr. Argent. "Cool." She managed, moving her body a bit. Mr. Argent looked amused at Leah's reaction and nodded.

"I can see the family resemblance." Mr. Argent motioned to Leah.

"Oh, well, I look more like my dad, obviously." Leah joked, looking to Allison, "Cause my mom is bl..." Allison raised her eyebrows, silently trying to get Leah to stop from saying anything else embarrassing. Leah made a face and looked back to Mr. Argent, "Uh, never mind."

Mr. Argent laughed, "You have her sense of humor."

"Cool." Leah managed out again, bobbing her head. There was a pause and Leah wanted to get out of the current situation she was in very badly, "Okay!" She sighed out, "Well, I'm gonna go get my stuff. Uhm, it was nice meeting you Mr. Argent." Leah gave Mr. Argent a tight smile, "I'll see you later, Allison."

"Yeah, text me." Allison reached out to Leah, nodding as Leah took a step back.

Leah turned and quickly walked away from the Argents, cursing herself under her breath. She was never, ever good with new people, especially adults, and most times her filter never worked and she just said the first thing that came to mind. And in this case, it made her feel like she needed to shed her skin and start over.

Pulling open the school door, Leah hurried down the hallway and went into the locker room to find Scott and Stiles exactly where she had left them. They were both quiet, looking up at Leah's entrance.

"Just had a very awkward conversation with a werewolf hunter. Allison's dad. Allison's dad, the werewolf hunter." Leah blurted out, leaning on one of the lockers as she tried to play it off, "Uh, yeah it was the worst." She admitted.

"What happened? Did you say something stupid?" Stiles asked, facing Leah.

"Uh, depends on your definition of stupid." Leah made a face, "If you're asking if I blurted out Scott's secret, then no, but if you're asking if I embarrassed myself, then...yes." Leah raised her eyebrows, nodding.

"Oh, well, that's normal." Stiles made a face, "We're well aware that you continually embarrass yourself."

"Okay, rude." Leah flipped him off, "Did you tell him about Laura?" She asked, looking to Scott.

"Yeah." Stiles sighed, looking over his shoulder at Scott.

"So…what now?" Leah asked looking between the boys.


A/N: Woo! Finally finished episode two lmao. AnYWAY! Let me know your thoughts! xoxo