She had quieted down after about a good six minutes of crying the pressure away. Scott didn't say anything as there was really nothing that could make her feel better at the moment, so she just took comfort from him, much like how he had been doing from her since this mess started.

She pulled away, sniffling her nose as she spotted the tear stain she left on his shirt.

"Feel better?" Scott asked as he shifted to the edge of the bed.

Letting out a breath, she took in what she was feeling. She no longer felt the tension setting in her shoulders, though it was still somewhat there just more manageable, her head was a little clearer, the questions that had been insistently distracting were now orderly making thinking not so much of a headache, and she didn't feel like she was about the break down at any moment.

"Yeah." She said thickly. Clearing her throat, she glanced at the clock to see that it was only 6:28 PM.

Sydney stood up, "How does pizza sound? I really don't feel like making anything now." She told him.

Scott nodded in agreement as he stood up as well. He walked over to his backpack and searched for his wallet. Once he found it, he dug out twenty and handed it to her.

"Here. It's on me tonight." She shook her head.

"No, Scott, it's fine. I got it." She insisted, but he grabbed her hand and placed the money in her palm.

"You always get it. It's my turn." He told her and she gave up, not having the energy to fight with him.

"Fine." She said before walking out of his room, "The usual?" She asked pausing at the door.

"Sounds good."

"Bring down your stuff and we will watch a movie while doing homework." She suggested.

"I'll be down in a minute." He told her before she walked downstairs to order their food.

He took off his hoodie, tossing it in the general direction of his hamper. He went to his dresser and grabbed a pair of pajama pants, not caring that it was a little early to put them on. He was sure that once she was done ordering the pizza, Sydney would change into her own pajamas, especially with the day they just had.

His mind flashed back to the locker room after he had calmed down. He could still see the lingering fear in Stiles and Sydney's eyes and the thought of scaring them or worse hurting them nearly crippled him. They were the two people (aside from his mother and now Allison) he never wanted to hurt.

Stiles was pretty much his brother. He had been there since the very beginning. He could remember when he was about six years old and was upset that he didn't have his dad around. Sydney was over at Lydia's playing while Stiles had come over to their house. Stiles had simply sat down next to him, which was surprising considering he was always moving, and said that they could share his dad. Sheriff Stilinksi-who had brought Stiles-and his mom had overheard Stiles. The Sheriff had quickly agreed despite the soft protests from his mom and had proceeded to play catch with both Stiles and himself.

While Stiles was his brother, it wasn't the same as his relationship with Sydney. She was more than just his twin sister; she was basically in a sense his other half. She was everything he wasn't and vice versa. They were both the perfect mixture of their parents in personality though they looked more like their dad. She could always tell that something was bothering him before he did and him with her.

He honestly didn't know what he would do without either one of them.

A noise from his computer brought him back to reality. Turning, he saw that Stiles was requesting a video chat.

"What did you find out?" He asked knowing Stiles would understand what he was referring to.

"Well it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder." Stiles informed and the guilt piled up. While he hated Jackson (Sydney questioned his friendship with Stiles and he questioned hers with the blond lacrosse player), he didn't want to hurt him.

"Because of me?"

"Because he's a tool." Stiles corrected.

A thought came to him. "Is he going to play?"

Stiles shook his head, "They don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday."

Scott groaned, banging his head lightly on his desk thinking that this day just couldn't get any worse. Straightening up, he noticed that Stiles was peering at the corner of the screen. "What?"

Stiles glanced at him before typing something.

It looks like….

The screen froze causing his frustration to start rising again.

"It looks like what?" He muttered to himself as he vaguely heard Sydney hang up the phone and made her way up the stairs.

Someone's behind you.

"What?" He whispered bring up his screen, only to see a silhouette of someone in his room. Backing up, he spun around as the person grabbed him and threw him against the wall with a thud, no doubt catching Sydney's attention.

"Scott?" He heard her call out rushing to his room.

"Wha-Derek!" She yelled, "Let go of him."

"This doesn't concern you, Sydney." Derek growled.

"Doesn't concern me? You're pinning my brother to the wall. So, yeah! It fucking concerns me!" She screamed as she grabbed at his arm. Attempting to yank him away, she attempted to focus her magic into getting him away from Scott.

A burst of sparks shot from her hand after she let go for a moment and struck his torso. He let go immediately, hand going to his side as he hissed in pain. Scott turned around keeping his back against the wall as Sydney stood in front of him.

"I thought you said you were going to talk to him?" She asked furiously, eyes flashing almost making Derek pause.

"I was about to." He told her from clenched teeth. He breathed deeply through his nose as he lifted his shirt to assess the damage.

Sydney watched him, not noticing the injury at first, but rather the toned abdominal muscles and a smattering of dark hair. Holy hell, she thought absently as her heart picked up speed at the appealing sight. She shook her head, refusing to even go there, especially after he just attacked her brother. Her eyes finally spotted what he was looking at.

She winced taking in the burn. The skin was a bright red and already bubbling in certain spots and it looked like it was getting worse instead of healing.

"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked as he noticed the anomaly. Derek glanced up at him before his gaze landed on her. She shifted at the weight of his stare as she kept her eyes on the burn.

"Because it was caused by her." He stated calmly as he lowered his shirt. Her eyes shot up to meet his and he surprisingly didn't look mad that he was hurt, but rather impressed and a little wary of her. "It's like I said Scott, she's more powerful than they are going to realize."

"When who's going to realize?" She asked catching the odd wording.

"The hunters."

"The ones who attack you and Scott? But why would they come after me? I'm not a werewolf." She said rapidly, fear gripping her chest tightly.

"They're going to want to use you." Derek told her. "Hunters will go after witches, but only if they are a danger if not than they attempt to capture them to use their magic."

"Please tell me you're kidding."

He shook his head causing her to groan.

"Why are you here?" Scott asked suddenly.

Derek straighten up as if nothing was wrong, the only indication that he was hurt was the tick in his jaw and the pain showing in his eyes.

"Because I saw you on the field."

"What are you talking about?" Scott asked confusedly.

Derek stepped forward, a small irritated sound coming from his throat and she gave him a sharp look and raised her hand. He backed away, glaring at her slightly.

"You shifted in front of them." He said seriously, "If they find out what you are, they find out about me, about all of us and then it's not just the hunters after us, it's everyone."

"They didn't see anything. I swear…" Scott insisted.

"And they won't." Derek snapped. "Because if you even try to play in that game on Saturday, I'm going to kill you myself."

"Like hell you are." She shot at him.

Derek ignored her giving Scott a loaded look and left the room through the window.

Sydney growled, fists clenching at her side and fury rolling off of her in waves.

"Who the hell does he think he is?" She asked out loud.

"He's right though." Scott said sadly.

She turned around to face him, "Maybe about the game, sure, but he can't just come into our home, uninvited by the way and threaten you."

"No he can't, but he did and he has a point."

"Which is what?" She asked a little more calm now.

"I can't play on Saturday."


Next Day
Beacon Hills High School
Cafeteria

Sydney was sitting in the cafeteria; her tray was pushed to the side, not able to stomach anything. Her computer was opened in front of her makeshift journal opened though she wasn't paying any attention to it as she kept her eyes on the doors waiting for Scott to walk in after talking to Coach Finstock about tomorrow.

She jumped when Stiles sat next to her. He gave her a weird look. "Are you okay?"

"Hmm?" His question took a moment register, "Uh-yeah, I'm just waiting on Scott. He's talking to Finstock right now." She told him.

He grimaced sympathetically for his best friend. "Bet Coach is going to love that." He said sarcastically.

She didn't say anything as her leg started to jump, hoping to release some of the restlessness she was feeling. Come on, where are you Scottie?

"Are you sure you're okay?" Stiles asked once more, eyeing her cautiously.

"Of course." She responded quickly, "Why wouldn't I be?"

Stiles tapped a finger on her hand. "You're shaking." He pointed out.

Looking down at her hands, she saw that she was indeed shaking. It wasn't noticeable as someone would have to be really paying attention, but it was there. She curled her hands into fists and brought them to her lap.

"Derek showed up last night." She told him quietly.

"That's who was behind Scott?"

"Wait-you knew?" She hissed at him.

"I just warned him that someone was behind him, the feed turned off before I saw anyone's face or what was going on." He explained to her quickly.

"Yeah, well he broke in, attacked and threatened Scott." She told him.

"After you burned him with some magic." Scott's voice piped in causing her to jump.

"Hey, what took you so long?" She asked.

"I ran into Allison." He said, a goofy smile appearing on his face. She smiled softly, happy that her brother was smitten with the new girl. She just hoped that Allison didn't break her brother's heart.

"What did Coach say?" Stiles asked, after swallowing a bite of his food. Her stomach growled quietly, forcing her to close her computer and bring her tray back in front of her.

"Told me that if I don't play tomorrow that I'll be off first line till I'm ready." Scott recalled bitingly.

She felt a flash of irritation with the lacrosse coach, but she could see where he was coming from with it being the first game of the season.

"I'm sorry, Scottie." She said softly.

He laughed lightly, the sound almost bitter, "Yeah, me too."


Math Class

She just knew that Lydia was going go at Scott when their teacher called them up to the board.

Biting her lip, she watched as they spoke, unfortunately unable to hear what was being said from her seat.

She felt something poking her in the back. Turning around, she saw Stiles leaning forward.

"What?" She whispered, spotting their teacher watching Lydia and Scott solve the problems (or more like Lydia solving the problem and Scott barely started to).

"Do you know what they're talking about?" He asked just as quietly.

She rolled her eyes at him, "I don't have Scott's sonic hearing, Stiles."

"No you don't, but you know your brother and you know your best friend." He pointed out.

"She head that Scott wasn't playing in the game tomorrow." She told him, pausing when the teacher started to walk around the room to watch the class work out the problems on their own. She sat tensely as he passed her and Stiles. Eyeing the adult, she turned her head back so she could continue. "She's probably going to convince him to play."

"How would she do that?" He asked her.

Sydney shrugged, "She, Jackson, Allison, Scott, Danny, me, and some others are planning on hanging out after the game. She's most likely telling him that she'll introduce Allison to the hot players on the team."

"So, she'll bribe him?" He questioned to clear it up.

"Yeah, basically."

"Mr. Stilinski! Miss. McCall!" She jumped at the sound of her name and looked up to see Mr. Raymore eyeing them sharply. "Would you like to share with the class what is so important?"

"No. Not really." Stiles said and she held back a groan at his answer.

"I'm sorry Mr. Raymore, it was my fault. I was asking him a question on the homework." She explained, turning to glare at Stiles for his stupidity.

"Next time you have a question Miss. McCall, ask me." Mr. Raymore told her.

"Yes, sir."

The rest of the class was in done in silence, but every so often she could feel the weight of Stiles' gaze on her causing her to shift uncomfortably.

"Syd."

She ignored him.

"Syd."

Don't do it.

"Sydney."

Don't look.

"Pix."

She twitched at the nickname, but still she continued to ignore him.

Do not look, Sydney Maeve McCall.

"Piixxx."

She growled quietly.

"What?" She hissed finally snapping, keeping eyes on her notebook in front of her.

He was quiet, trying to figure out what to say, but it still aggravated her.

"Thanks."

"Just shut up." She sounded irritated to him, but what he didn't know what that a small smile appeared on her face, softening her annoyance with him.

You're welcome, she thought to herself and she could practically hear the fondness in her thoughts, and don't call me Pix!