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"Sometimes those who give the most are the ones with the least to spare." ~Mike McIntyre, The Kindness of Strangers

Thunder boomed in the distance, tearing Luna's gaze away from the book she was reading. The sky was grey and dark-blue, darkening in the distance. She knew that a storm was bound to happen some point during the long bus ride to her first cross-country meet.

"Looks like it's going to rain," said Aggie, speaking Luna's thoughts out loud.

The junior's blue eyes looked tired and empty. It didn't take a brain to figure out that her brother's death and upcoming funeral was the reason behind the blank stares, the purple shading just below her eyes from lack of sleep.

It had been two days since Kyle's death, and his body was being prepared for the funeral which will occur on Monday afternoon. Luna felt worried for the sweet, fun-loving girl. She should be at home resting, mourning with her family not sitting on a bus for a meet.

When asked by Coach why she was even here, she said that their was a game to be won. Her answer and the look she gave Coach was enough to shut him up and let her join to team.

Without even asking, Aggie whispered to Luna why she decided to come along. "I can't sit around my house all day. It's just... hard. I needed to get out of there and find a distraction from what's happening, you know?"

Yes. In a way Luna did know what she meant. Only, she didn't know what it was like to lose a sibling and she hoped that she never had to find out.

"Yeah. It does," answered Luna, still looking straight ahead at the desert landscape.

Coach, who was standing at the front of the bus, looking at the same thing the two girls were, turned his head and blew his whistle.

"Back to your seat!" he barked at Hans, a sophomore boy.

Hans gave Coach an annoyed look before slinging his backpack across his shoulder and went back to his previous seat.

Luna went back to reading the book she'd been assigned to read for her English class. However, it was a little difficult to do so when she had a lot on her mind. In fact, Luna had a lot on her mind since yesterday morning.

Aggie, having noticed that something was off with Luna, asked her friend in a concerned voice, "Hey. What's wrong?"

"Huh?" asked Luna, glancing at Aggie from underneath her eyelashes.

"Something's bothering you. And trust me when I say that I know that look. In fact, I'm wearing the same expression as you right now."

Luna couldn't help but be amazed by how easily Aggie could pick up on someone's emotions. Even with the grief she was going through recently she still was able to see past the facades that people wore.

"Oh, it's nothing big." Luna glanced behind her, eyes settling on Ethan. "Just some stupid living arrangements my father made a couple days ago."

The teenager knew that he could hear her. Especially when he sent her a death glare. Luna gave him a smirk before turning back to her work.

~FLASHBACK~

Yesterday morning, Luna had woken up early for practice. When she searched the fridge for a quick and easy meal, she'd heard someone approach her. The first thought Luna had was that it was her father, wanting to share something with her before she left. But it wasn't.

When she opened her mouth to snap something at dear old dad, the new occupant said, "While you're in there, would you mind grabbing the milk?"

Luna thumped her head against the fridge as she turned around, yipping when her skull made contact with it. As she rubbed her scalp, Luna saw that it wasn't her father at all, but Ethan and Aiden, standing by the island, smirks framed by their lips.

"What the heck are you two doing here? Get out!" she hissed, eyes narrowed.

"What do you think we're doing here?" asked Ethan

"We live here," added Aiden, taking pleasure in the fact that Luna was beyond pissed with their answers.

"What was that," she growled in a low voice, anger boiling beneath her skin.

"You heard him. We're officially roommates."

"After what happened at school yesterday,"- Aiden was referring to the suspension he'd received after being caught with his bike in Beacon Hills High School's halls- "Deucalion thought it would be best if the rest of us moved in. Isn't that wonderful."

Wait. All of them?

"What do you mean 'all' of you?" Her gaze widened once she realized what Aiden meant. The rest of her father's Alpha Pack were now living under the same roof as Luna and her father. "You have got to be kidding me!" she bellowed.

~END OF FLASHBACK~

Shortly after the conversation Aggie and Luna shared, it began to rain, the water droplets lightly pounding against the windows. Luna couldn't help but breathe in the smell her surroundings gave.

The scent reminded Luna of the vacation her mother had taken her and Ariel on two summers ago. When they were driving home from Nevada, they stopped at a motel for the night.

About an hour after the family of three settled in to their room, the sky began to darken. Their mother, who knew that a storm was coming, grabbed her daughters by their wrists and dragged them outside where they sat beneath the overhang which covered their porch. Luna hadn't seen her mother this excited in years.

When it began to rain, Luna instantly knew why her mother's eyes lit up like Christmas lights. When the rain met the ground, it turned the dirt into a beautiful dark-brown, the clouds had a blue-grey shade, and the cool, damp air felt wonderful.

It was one of Luna's happier memories. Seeing another part of her mother, sharing one of the things she loved most with them.

Sadly, the storm only lasted for twenty minutes exactly. When it passed, sunlight slowly returning, a couple of Luna's teammates got out of their seats and shifted to another seat. Coach, having noticed this, stood up and whistled, catching his athletes' attention.

"Hey! The two of you," he said, pointing at the boys who tried to get away with their move. "Back in your seats." Turning his head to the side, Coach gave the boy he saw an irritated look. "Jared, again, car sick? Every ti- How do you even get on the bus?"

In response, Jared grunted in pain.

"Look at me. No, don't look at me. Look at the horizon. Keep your eyes- Keep your eyes on the horizon."

Jared nodded his head before doing as his coach said.

Poor kid.

Standing back to his full height, Coach set his eyes on the back of the bus, a look of frustration on his face due to what he saw. "McCall. Not you, too," Coach whined.

Luna turned around, curious.

There, at the way back of the bus, sat Scott and Stiles. Scott, head leaning against the window, eyes closed, a look of discomfort on his face, opened his eyes and jerked upright.

"No, Coach. I'm good," said Scott, his face scrunched.

Coach shook his head and mumbled something under his breath before heading back to his seat behind the bus driver.

"He sure doesn't sound like he's 'good'," said Aggie, having seen the way Scoot looked.

"I agree with you on that one, Aggie."

Settling back down in her seat, Luna pretended to read as she focused her hearing on Scott and Stiles.

"Hey, Scott. You're bleeding again. And don't tell me that it's taking longer to heal, okay? Because I'm pretty sure that still bleeding means not healing, like, at all," said Stiles, concerned for his friend.

"He's listening," said Scott.

Luna didn't know who the teen was referring to, but she was pretty sure it was either a.) Boyd, b.) Isaac, or c.) Ethan. Luna decided to go with letter c.

"Is he gonna do something?" asked Stiles.

"Not in front of this many people."

"Okay, well, what about the two ticking time bombs sitting near him?"

Luna knew that Stiles was referring to Isaac and Boyd, the other werewolves.

"No. They won't. Not here."

"Okay, well, what if they do? Are you gonna stop 'em?" asked Stiles.

"If I have to."

Before the two boys could continue their conversation, the bus jerked to a halt. Luna flew forward, almost hit her head against the seat in front of her, the focus she had put into listening in on Scott and Stiles leaving her.

"What the heck?!"

Aggie risked it and stood on her feet to get a better look before plopping back down.

"Traffic jam," she reported. "Might be awhile before we get anywhere far."

"Great."

Luna looked out of the window and spotted a sign that read in bold, black letters that a rest stop was about one mile from where they were. The eight-teen-year-old released a heavy sigh. If only they could get out and stretch their legs for a few minutes, but she knew that as long as they had Coach calling the shots it wouldn't even happen.

Just then, Luna felt a presence a couple of seats behind her, the scent of blood and infected skin rushing up her nostrils. It was enough to make her gag.

"You alright?" asked Aggie, looking at Luna, hoping that she wouldn't get sick on her.

"Yeah. I am."

Luna looked to her left, neck slightly twisted so she could see behind her. Scott was squatting next to the place where Boyd and Isaac sat. She noticed the concerned looks on the two. No doubt for the Omega. Not long after, Scott got back on his feet and slowly made his way back to Stiles. It was then that Luna realized that Scott was more hurt than he was letting on.

"I'll be right back," Luna told Aggie before getting up and traveling down the thin aisle.

~T~R~O~P~

Stiles watched with worried eyes as his best friend made his way back to his seat, a barely noticeable limp in his walk. He couldn't help but think about the injury on Scott's side that one of the Alpha's he'd fought the previous evening. It was a deep, wide gash, deeper than he knew it should have been.

Scott tried to reassure Stiles that the reason it's taking so long to heal is because it was an Alpha scratch, but he knew better.

Boyd and Isaac had earned their fair share of battle wounds from the Alpha Pack battle and they were more than fine.

Whatever was going on with Scott wasn't good.

"Crisis averted?" he asked as Scott, standing up so he could slide across the torn, ugly, brown bench seat.

"Mm-hm," confirmed Scott, settling in as Stiles sat back down.

"Okay, good. 'Cause we've got a couple more problems."

"A couple?" asked Scott, not believing what he'd heard.

"Yeah. A couple. Ethan keeps checking his phone, like, every five minutes. You know, like, a message or signal of some kind. Something evil, though. I have a very perspective eye for evil, but you know that," said Stiles in rush, settling his arms on top of the seat in front of him.

"And what's the other?"

"Luna's heading our way."

Scott's scrunched his eyes together, wondering what else could possibly go wrong.

~T~R~O~P~

Luna knew by the looks she was getting from Scott and Stiles that they'd rather not speak with her. But she needed to check on Scott. From what she had gathered it was pretty bad, and she doubted that Stiles (as familiar as he seemed to be with the supernatural world) would know what to do.

When she was near the two of them, Luna crossed her arms and said, "I know you're hurt, and don't you dare deny it. My hearing and sense of smell isn't dull. I think I know a serious injury when I sense one."

"You were listening to us?" asked Scott.

"And Ethan and Isaac and Boyd. To be honest, I gagged a little when I smelled your wound, Scott. Now, if you want me to leave you be, you're going to let me take a look at you," Luna stubbornly said.

Seeing that she meant what she said, Scott sighed, giving her the okay to sit down. As she occupied the empty space in front of Stiles, Scott said, "It's nothing. It's just taking a little longer to heal."

"We'll see about that."

Leaning forward, Luna gingerly lifted the werewolf's T-shirt, gaze widening at what she saw. The wound that Scott said was 'nothing' and 'taking a little longer to heal' was the complete opposite from what he claimed it to be. The wound was a long, deep, and thick scratch. On top of that, there was not only dry blood, but fresh blood the color of ink. Whatever or whoever he'd gotten it from was even worse than Scott was letting on.

Carefully placing the shirt back over the wound, Luna asked, "How long has he had this?"

"Since last night," said Stiles. "A member of your Pack scratched him."

"Okay, first, I don't have a pack, and second, if he really did get this last night... Let's just say that if it hasn't already healed, then it probably won't without someone fixing it up." Fixing her brown gaze on the very much in pain boy, Luna said, "Scott, you need medical attention ASAP. If you don't, you'll die."

At she-wolf's statement Stiles and Scott shared a look. Luna could tell that Stiles was afraid for his friend.

"Luckily, there's a rest stop about a mile up. So if we can figure out a way to get Coach to agree, we can stop there," said Luna, remembering the sign she'd seen earlier. "But we'll need something to patch him up."

"I'm guessing you don't have anything that'll help," said Stiles.

"Yeah. Sorry."

Stiles, not happy with the answer he was given, rubbed his face with his large hand. "Great. Just great. Just what I want to hear. That my best friend will die on a freaking bus in the middle of the freaking dessert, with his freaking ex-girlfriend and the girl I've had a thing for right behind-"

The teen's eyes lit up as whatever had stopped him mind sentence. Reaching into his pocket, Stiles pulled out his phone and dialed a number before putting it to his ear.

Both Luna and Scott looked at him, eyebrows raised.

"Uh, Stiles. What are you doing?" asked Scott.

"Calling Lydia and Allison for some medical assistance."

"What do you mean? They're back at Beacon Hills. Aren't they?"

"No. They're not."

"How do you know?" asked Luna, wondering how he knew this.

"Because they've been following us for hours. Pathetic."

~T~R~O~P~

Lydia knew as soon as her phone rang, Stiles' caller ID displayed on her cell's screen, that he knew they'd been trailing the cross-country team like a lost puppy.

Picking her cellphone off of her lap, Allison looking at her as she did so, Lydia answered.

"Hey, Stiles!" the strawberry-blonde said cheerfully, trying to sound casual, like they hadn't been stalking them for the past three hours or so.

"Lydia."

"Yeah, we're about to walk into a movie. Uh, you know, with the popcorn and-"

"I know you guys are right behind us," Stiles interrupted her. "Put me on speaker."

Lydia's face fell. She knew that Allison wasn't being careful enough. Why didn't she realize sooner that Allison only wanted to go to the meet to keep an eye on their friends sooner?

"Okay," said Lydia, hitting the speaker button.

"Okay, look. Scott's still hurt."

Allison gained a look of confusion at her friend's words.

"What do you mean he's still hurt? Isn't he healing?"

"No, he's not healing. Luna took a look at his wound and said that if we don't do something about it that he'll die."

"Wait. What's Luna doing there?"

"She's on the team. Anyway, she said that we'll need someone to patch it up before it gets even worse than it already is."

Allison's heart dropped in her chest. If Scott died after all that had happened since last night... No. Allison couldn't think like that. She wouldn't think like that.

Putting on a brave face, Allison said, "I have a medical kit in my purse. I can sow him if he needs it."

The girls heard Stiles give a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank goodness. Okay, Luna said that there's a rest stop about a mile away."

"Are we going to stop there?"

A few seconds of silence passed on the other end, as if he was trying to figure out what to say next.

"We're working on it."

"What do you mean you're 'working' on it?" asked Lydia, speaking up for the first time since she put Stiles on speaker.

"Coach won't let us stop, and I don't think he'll change his mind anytime soon."

The brunette suppressed a frustrated sigh and a few choice words. His best friend was dying and he couldn't figure out how to get his coach to pull over?

"Well, figure it out. We'll meet you at the rest stop."

Before he could protest, Lydia hung up.

After placing her cellphone back on her lap, Lydia turned to Allison, concerned for both her best friend and Scott. "He'll be okay," she said, trying to sound optimistic.

In response, Allison set her eyes on the yellow vehicle a few cars in front of them, hoping that Lydia was right.

~T~R~O~P~

When the girls had hung up on Stiles, Luna felt a bit more relieved. Just because she wasn't friends with Scott or Stiles didn't mean that she couldn't be concerned for them.

"Alright. We've got the place and the medical supplies. All we need now is a way to get off of the bus," said Stiles. "Any ideas?"

"Well, since Coach is the way that he is, we'll need an extremely good reason to get off of this bus," Luna said, chin resting in the palm of her hand.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious."

"You're welcome, Lieutenant Sarcastic."

"Guys. Don't argue," begged Scott, forehead resting against the window he was next to.

Before either Stiles or Luna could say anything else, Luna heard Coach talking to Jared, warning him not to throw up. And that's when it hit her. An idea. A totally evil idea, but an idea, none-the-less.

Luna held her hand out and motioned towards the bags resting between Scott and Stiles' seat and the back of the bus.

"Stiles, you see that bag with the white ribbon tied around the handle?"

"Yeah," said Stiles, spotting what Luna was talking about. "Why?"

"Open the front pocket."

Stiles gave her a weird look.

"Just do it, Stiles."

After unzipping the pocket, Stiles' body tensed up at what he saw.

"Great. Now, open the box and hand me one."

"No way. There's no way in heck that I'm touching one of those things."

"Stiles. If you want Scott to live, you will do as I ask you. Do you need me to make myself any clearer?"

Admitting that she was right, Stiles opened a pink and blue box and gripped the tip of a pink wrapper, tossing it at Luna. Luna rolled her eyes. Honestly. He'd looked like he was diffusing a sensitive bomb the way he'd handled it.

Tearing a part the wrapper, Luna pulled out a white object.

Scott stared at it, a look of confusion on his face. "A tampon?"

"Yes. A tampon. Now, hold still." After lifting up his shirt, Luna said, "Now, this might hurt a bit."

Before he could say anything, Luna placed the tampon on the scratch, carefully rolling it around as she gathered as much blood as she could. When she was done, Luna placed it back in the torn wrapper and put it in her side bag.

"Brace yourself, kidos. You're about to see some magic happen," said Luna with a smirk.

Getting up from her seat, Luna got up and walked to the front of the bus until she was standing next to Coach's seat.

"Hey, Coach? Is it alright if we stop for a quick bathroom break?"

"No. Now get back to your seat, Griffith."

"Oh, come on, Coach. Just for a few minutes?"

"No."

"Coach, we've been on this bus for, like, three hours. Can't we just-"

"No."

"But there's a rest area about a mile up!"

"No."

"But-"

Coach, having none of it, got up, stared her in the face, and blew his whistle.

"We have another sixty-"

He blew it again.

Luna raised a dark eyebrow. "Really?"

Again, he blew the whistle.

"Oh, come on!" she practically yelled.

At this, Coach continued to blow the whistle over and over as Luna made her protests.

Finally, she threw her hands in the air and shouted, "Fine! I'll sit down."

"Good. And keep your mouth shut, Griffith. I don't want to hear you jibber-jabbering until we get back to the school. And, Jared," he called out to the junior. "Keep your eyes on the horizon."

When Coach sat back in his seat, Luna had no choice but to go with the next phase of her plan. She'd rather not, but it had to be done. Coach wouldn't let them off any other way.

Casually strolling down the aisle until she reached Jared, Luna plopped down next to him. Jared's face was sweaty and he looked too queasy for his own good. If she was right, what she was about to do next was bound to be a success.

Getting her game face on, Luna pretended to be mad. "I can't believe him! What a jerk!" she whisper-yelled.

When she looked at Jared, she tilted her head. "Not feeling good, huh?"

Jared groaned. "No. Not really."

"You know, I have the same problem."

"You don't look like you do," moaned the poor boy.

"That's because I took some meds that help with motion sickness. In face, I think the bottle's in my bag."

As she dug through the bag, Jared told her not to go through the trouble.

"Nonsense. You clearly need some. Wait. What's this?" Taking out the pink wrapper which held the tampon, Luna held it in front in front of her, puzzled. "I don't remember putting this in here." Luna slid the cover off, reviling a very bloody tampon.

Jared's face looked even worse than before.

"Oh, look at that. It's covered in my monthly."

As if perfectly timed, a thick glob of Scott's blood fell off of the stick on landed on the ground.

"Gross!"

Not long after Luna's exclamation, a rush of smelly vomit came rushing out of Jared's mouth, landing beside the 'Luna's' blood.

Yes! Score!

Luna jumped away from her seat, screaming, "Jared threw up!"

It didn't take long for the others to join her.

~T~R~O~P~

As planed, Coach demanded the bus driver to get to the nearest rest stop. The driver didn't have to be told twice. Once they pulled up in the parking lot, the doors flew open, the athletes flying out into the fresh air, gagging and coughing until they were nowhere near the smell of vomit.

While this happened, Luna jumped over the empty seats until she made it to Scott who was near passed out and in no condition to walk on his own.

"Put him on my back," she demanded Stiles.

"Are you crazy? You can't carry him out," protested Stiles.

"You've got any other suggestions?" she asked, sending him a glare that dared him to say anything else.

Realizing that she was right, Stiles lifted him off of the seat and dragged him over to Luna. After placing Scoot on her back, Luna placed her hand beneath his knees, his arms draped over her shoulders where they limply hang.

He was a little heavy, but not too heavy. Luna made sure to be careful as she maneuvered her way down the aisle and out of the bus. When she made it out, she began the journey for the bathrooms. Before she made it halfway, Allison and Lydia came rushing towards them.

The brunette looked worried, as did the strawberry-blonde.

"He's not doing so well," said Luna.

When Allison reached for ex, Luna said, "It's okay. I've got him." Setting her sight on the women's room, Luna resumed walking. "Come on. We don't have a lot of time left."

As the curly-haired girl disappeared from sight, Stiles said, "She's like Scott."

Lydia and Allison looked at Stiles.

"Wait. She's a werewolf, too?" asked Lydia.

"No, she's a vampire. Yes, she's a werewolf."

Lydia shoved down the scream that threatened to come out. Great. Just great. Just what they needed. Another mythological creature.

~T~R~O~P~

After Luna placed Scott against the wall near the bathroom sinks, the other three came in (well, two out of the three did. Lydia, however, stormed in, a look of fury on her pretty face).

"When the heck were you going to tell us?!" she demanded.

Luna titled her head, eyebrow raised, having an idea as to what she meant. "Tell you what?"

"Don't play dumb with me! You know what I mean."

"Oh, right. That. Never, actually," answered Luna, lifting Scott's T-shirt again to get another look at his wound. The sight of it made her stomach sink. It was even worse than when she last checked it. If they were going to stop it, they needed to do something now.

"Really? So you thought that we'd be okay not knowing that you're a werewolf, too?"

"The reason why I never told you, Lydia, is because we never talk to each other. Besides, it's really none of your business as to what I am. Look. If you want your friend to live, you better fix him, and fast."

And with that, Luna got up and left, never once looking back.

~T~R~O~P~

Outside, Luna found Jared by the rusted, silver drinking fountains, trying to clean the puke off of his shoes.

"Hey," she said, startling Jared.

When he saw it was only Luna, he relaxed, face blank as he went back to his task. "What? Are you here to make me sick again?"

Luna felt guilt consume her. "I'm sorry. I didn't... Okay, maybe I should just stick with the I'm sorry."

"Oh, so you're admitting that you made me sick on purpose? That's good to know. I'll make sure to stay away from you in the future," he said, voice icy.

A couple of seconds later, he felt someone standing next to him. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw Luna take off her sweater, placed it over her shoulder, and gently took the wet shoe he'd placed on the ground. Holding it in one hand, Luna grabbed the sweater and began to dry it. When she was done, she held it until Jared took it and placed it on her left foot, eyes fixed in its laces.

"Look, you don't have to forgive or trust me, but I just want to let you know that I'm not a bad person. Sure, I've done bad things, but that doesn't make me so."

"Are you saying you're a good person, then?" Jared asked, quietly.

A moment of silence hung in the air as Luna thought about how to answer his question. Finally, she said, "No. I'm not good, either. I'm just someone who exists, trying to be a decent individual."

Before she left, Luna apologized again. "I really am sorry about what I did."

As she turned to leave, Jared said, "Thanks for helping me with my shoe."

Luna bowed her head, hiding the tiny smile she had. "You're welcome, Jared."

~T~R~O~P~

That last thing Luna expected to see when she made her way to where everyone else was standing was a fight.

When she got closer to the crowd of screaming people, she found that Ethan was being beaten to a pulp by Isaac. As she made her way to her teammates, Coach came rushing forward.

"Isaac!" he yelled, trying to pull the tall boy away from the smaller one.

Isaac only shoved him away, his face twisted in anger. Luna could have sworn that Ethan gave a smug smirk, despite how bloody his mouth was. That's when she realized that he wanted Isaac to attack him. That he wanted revenge for the punishment his brother was unjustly given.

Having seen this, too, Isaac growled at resumed punching Ethan in the jaw.

Luckily, Scott pushed his way through until he was at the front of the group.

"ISAAC!" he yelled at the Beta, tone firm, demanding.

Luna watched in amazement as something crossed the werewolf's face. The snarl he had on his face melted away, fist frozen in the air. The blonde slowly looked up at the Omega, mouth open, eyes wide in shock, as if he was ashamed with himself.

From what Luna interpreted, Scott's friends and Boyd had the same look as Isaac and Luna.

Whatever had happened between Scott and Isaac had never happened before.

~T~R~O~P~

"Alright, people. Get back on the bus. Now," demanded Coach once everything had settled down and Jared's vomit had been cleaned up.

As the athletes made their way back onboard, Luna felt someone touch her shoulder. Turning her head, Luna saw Scott, a small smile on his olive-colored face. "Hey. Thanks for helping me."

In response to his appreciation, Luna shrugged her shoulders. "Any decent person would have done what I did."

Before he could say anything else, Luna walked towards the bus. While she waited for her turn to get on, Aggie found her.

"What did you and Scott talk about?" she asked. "I mean, if it's not too personal or anything like that."

Luna glanced back at Scott who was busy talking with his friends. "Nothing. He just wanted to thank me for giving him so Tylenol to help with his headache."

Aggie grinned. "That was nice of you. Just curious, but are you still in a giving mood?"

"No, why?" asked Luna as they walked back to their seat.

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to know if you were going to share your candy bar with me."

Luna snorted. "Yeah. No. Not happening."

Aggie sighed, a wistful look in her eyes. "Well, it was worth a shot."

Up next, "Motel California"! You have no idea how excited I am to post the next chapter :)