"Where are you taking me?" Allison asked, giggling as Scott pulled her out of the school.

"Somewhere we can be alone." Scott said, pecking a kiss to her lips.

"We are alone." Allison said as he pulled her over to the door of the bus

"Somewhere we can be.." He pushed in the door. "More alone."

She grinned at him.

They walked down through the aisle.

Scott sat on the one side and Allison sat on the other, making themselves cozy in the seats.

They looked at each other grinning and blushing slightly before Scott climbed across the aisle and joined Allison in her seat, kissing her passionately. His finger unbuttoned the front of her blouse.

Scott's hand curled around the seat, his claws extending and shredding the fabric. He pulled away from Allison and backed away, double over and panting.

"What's wrong?" Allison asked, worried.

"Get away." Scott said, struggling to control himself.

"Scott?" Allison asked. "Scott!"

"Get away from me!" He screamed, teeth and claws extended, eyes glowing yellow.

Allison gasped and scrambled towards the front of the bus.

Scott grabbed a hold of her leg.

Allison screamed and fell to the ground, trying to catch hold of the bus seats to keep Scott from dragging her away. But, it was all for naught. Allison flipped over on her back and kicked Scott away.

Scott howled and was momentarily distracted.

Allison scrambled over to the bus door, her face bruised and bleeding from cuts and scrapes. Her fingers also coated with blood, leaving prints on the door as she to pry it opened.

Scott wretched a bus seat up from the ground and flung it towards her.

A scream tore out of her throat. She was trapped and she couldn't escape.

A hand slide around her mouth and dragged her back.

"So you killed her?" Stiles asked as she and Scott walked into the high school.

"I don't know." Scott said. "I woke up. I was sweating like crazy and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."

"Really?" Stiles asked, surprised. "I have. Usually ends a little differently."

Scott gave her a disgusted look. "A: I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B: Never give me that much detail about you in bed again."

"Noted." Stiles said with a large grin.

He grunted, and rolled his eyes.

"Let me take a guess here." She said, seriously.

"No, I know." Scott said, sighing. "You think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like I'm going to lose control and rip her throat out."

The look on Scott's face made Stiles feel guilty for ever thinking that.

"No, of course not." She lied.

Scott didn't look convinced.

"Yeah, that's totally it." She said frowning.

Scott's shoulders sagged and Stiles winced internally.

"Hey, come on. It's gonna be fine, alright? Personally, I think you're handling it pretty amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a 'Lycanthropy For Beginners' class you can take."

Scott blinked and had what Stiles liked to call a Light-bulb-over-the-head moment. "Yeah, not a class. But maybe a teacher."

"Derek?" She asked in disbelief. "Are you forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"

"Yeah, I know. But chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real." Scott said, shuddering.

"How real?" She asked as they walked towards the back parking lot.

"Like it actually happened." Scott said, pushing the door opened.

The two stopped in shock.

Police officers surrounded a bus that was full of blood with long prominent scratch marks all over the place. The back door was also ripped off.

Stiles suddenly felt fearful to stand next to Scott. "I think it did." She breathed.

Scott paled.

"She's probably fine." Stiles said as she followed Scott through the halls.

"She's not answering my texts, Stiles." Scott moaned, looking paler and more concerned by the minute.

"Look, it could be a coincidence, alright?" Stiles said. "A seriously amazing coincidence." She muttered.

"Just help me find her, okay?" He said.

"Yeah, sure." She said.

They wandered the halls a bit.

"Do you see her?" Stiles asked.

Scott shook his head, turning in circles. His face was growing a frustrated red and he began panting. "No!" He shouted, before ramming his fist into a locker.

Stiles jumped back. She quickly glanced around to make sure nobody saw anything. By the time she decided it was clear, she turned back and Scott was gone. "Scott?" She called, looking around fearfully, then she relaxed.

Scott was with Allison, grinning like a loon. If he had a tail, it would be wagging.

Stiles giggled at the thought.

"Students." The principal said over the intercom. "This is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses, and while the police work to determine what happened classes will proceed as scheduled."

Stiles groaned, along with every other kid in the hallway.

"Thank you." The principal said.

Stiles rolled her eyes and walked over to Scott, just as Allison was walking away."So, she's good. We're good. Nothing to worry about." Stiles said.

Scott nodded, looking absolutely relieved.

"What the hell?" They heard someone mutter.

They looked over.

Jackson was standing at the locker Scott had smashed in, looking shocked. When he saw them staring, he glared. "What are you looking at, ass wipes?" He asked.

They turned and walked away, turning the corner before laughing.

"Maybe it was my blood on the door." Scott whispered.

"Could have been animal blood." Stiles whispered back. "You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something."

He blinked at her confused and shocked. "And did what?" He asked.

Stiles looked at him in disbelief. "Ate it, you moron. What else would a werewolf do with a freaking bunny?"

"Raw?" Scott asked horrified.

She snorted. "No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven." Stiles said sarcastically.

Scott glared at her.

She threw up her hands. "I don't know! You're the one who can't remember anything." She hissed.

"Ms. Stilinski." Mr. Harris said, causing Stiles to wince.

The chemistry teacher hated her with a passion and she didn't even know why.

"If that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while."

Stiles bit her tongue to keep from retorting.

"I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?" Mr. Harris asked.

"No." Stiles said, in a tone akin to whining.

Mr. Harris motioned with his hand and Stiles groaned.

She gathered her stuff and walked over to another desk in the back, while Scott walked to the front.

"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much." Mr. Harris said, sarcastically.

Stiles forced a dry laugh and sat down. Dooming herself to listen to Mr. Harris's boring lecture.

"Hey!" One of the girls nearer to the windows exclaimed. "I think they found something!"

In a flurry of papers, every student rushed over to crowd the window. Even Mr. Harris walked over to take a peek.

Medics were carrying a stretcher towards an ambulance. A man laid on the stretcher. A man who wasn't moving.

"That's not a rabbit." Scott breathed.

Stiles was opening her mouth to say something, when the man jolted upright and began screaming.

Stiles' heart jumped into her throat, while others around her screamed.

"Okay." She said, glancing at Scott. "This is good, this is good."

Scott looked at her like she just devoured a village full of orphans and had Allison for dessert.

"He got up." She explained. "He's not dead. Dead guys can't do that."

Scott looked out the window then looked back at her with a pale, haunted face. "Stiles... I did that."

A/N: Okay, so I'm very curious. There are three ships that are my absolute favorite, that have been mentioned in the reviews and PMs and I want to know how many people like what, so, please take a moment, in the reviews tell me if your a fan of:

Sterek (Stiles/Derek)
Steter (Stiles/Peter) or
Sciles (Stiles/Scott)

Thanks! Favorite, follow, review, or PM me, I love hearing your feedback. xo Sassy.