A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying the story! This is a short chapter, the shortest one so far and it's a bit of a filler more or less. Please fave, review, and follow to let me know how much you like it! I really can't wait to move onto the other seasons! :)

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Sophia opened her emerald eyes, blinking a few times before she tried to sit up. She quickly slid off of the table and landed on her feet, she was still feeling a little weak but she was a lot better. "Welcome back to the land of the conscious. You doing okay?" Deaton asked as he came over to her, steadying her with a hand to the back and the abdomen, away from the bullet wound. She sighed, leaning back against the table slightly. "Maybe you should sit down, huh?" Deaton said, patting her on the back slightly. The bell over the door jingled, signaling someone had come in. "Hello?" Deaton called before the door closed. Sophia reached out and put a hand on the man's arm. He turned to her and offered her a smile before covering hers with his own. He then made his out the door to the front of the clinic. "I'm sorry but we're… we're closed." Sophia couldn't see who he was talking to.

"Hi there. I'm here to pick up." Sophia heard Peter's voice and she moved off to the side, hiding.

"I'm not sure I remember you dropping off." Deaton said, sliding his hands into his pockets.

"This one wandered in on its own." Peter said. Sophia could hear the slight taps of his shoes as he walked closer to the front desk.

"Even if she did, I'm afraid I can't help you. We're closed." Deaton said, his voice firm and unafraid.

"I think you can make an exception this one time." Peter was still walking closer to the desk. He stopped. "Don't you?"

"I'm sorry. That's not going to be possible. Maybe you could come back during regular hours." Deaton said and the clinic went quiet.

"You have something I want." Peter said seriously. "I'm here to collect it." Sophia shivered slightly. This wasn't the Peter she remembered teaching her to control the shift or teaching her to howl.

"Like I said, we're closed." Deaton said again. Who was that man? He was more than just a regular vet. Sophia could hear a scraping sound.

"Mountain ash." Peter said. "That's an old one." Sophia jumped when there was a loud crash, covering her eyes before sinking to the floor slightly.

"Let me be as clear as possible. We. Are. Closed." After Sophia uncovered her ears, she could hear Peter turn and make his way back towards the door before he stopped just before exiting it.

"There are others who can help me get what I want, Sophie. More innocent and far more vulnerable." Peter said in a whisper but she could still hear him clearly. She could only think about Scott, Stiles, and Danny. The bell above the door jingled once more, meaning that he had finally left.

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Sophia quickly but her shirt back on before walking home to take a shower and get changed. She brushed her hair out, looking at it in the mirror. It was a deep shade of red, much redder than Lydia. A warm red compared to Lydia's light copper. She tied it up with a ponytail before getting dressed in a tank top, a pair of jeans, and tennis shoes before making her way to school. Her parents were already at work so she didn't have to explain why she was late that day.

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Stiles slammed Jackson locker closed when the other boy wouldn't pay attention to them. "You want me to take her to the formal." Jackson said to Scott. Since Sophia had saved him, he was a little more lax about talking to her, Scott, and Stiles.

"I don't want you to. I need you to." Scott said back to the other boy.

"Screw you. You know what? Screw you, too." Jackson said, looking at Stiles. He turned his gaze to Sophia and she raised an eyebrow, letting her eyes flash.

"Finish that sentence, boy." She said as she crossed her arms over her chest. Jackson blinked before looking between the two boys.

"In fact, screw each other." He said, motioning between the two the two boys.

"Really?" Stiles asked. "That's the thanks we get for calling Sophia to save your life?" He asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. She rolled her eyes.

"He didn't say anything bad about me." She said, smirking at the other boy. He rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to Jackson.

"She left me for dead." He said, pointing to her and she raised an eyebrow, stepping up between Stiles and Scott.

"I got shot for you." She said in a hushed tone.

"Oh yeah?" He said sarcastically. "Show me the bullet wound." She rolled her eyes, putting her hands on her hips.

"You know it healed." She said, glaring at him.

"Mmm, convenient." She growled at him, feeling Scott and Stiles grab her around the arms before pulling her back behind them.

"Just do it for Allison, okay? She's in serious danger. I'm talking about around-the-clock danger." Scott tried to explain to Jackson. "She needs someone to keep an eye on her at the dance."

"Just have her dad do it, okay?" Jackson said as if it solved all of the problems. Sophia rolled her eyes and turned to her phone, finding Derek's name. She was tempted to call it or text it but she wasn't sure if she wanted to know what would happen if Peter found out she was in contact with him. Peter must've known… right? Jackson left and she tuned in just in time to watch Scott walk off.

"What happened?" She asked Stiles. He looked between her and Scott, pointing towards the other boy.

"You missed all of that?" He asked and she nodded. He sighed and shook his head, following their friend. Sophia shrugged and followed the three boys. Scott, Stiles, and Sophia peeked around the corner as Jackson asked Allison what time he should pick her up for the dance.

"You're a horrible person." She said to Scott.

"Don't worry. Sophie and I'll still be there." Stiles said, nudging Scott.

"I'm still going." Scott said and both of his friends looked at him.

"Is that such a good idea?" Sophia asked as she looked at the younger werewolf.

"Do you even have a date?" Stiles asked.

"Not yet."

"Do you have a suit?"

"Not yet."

"Do you have a ticket to the formal? A ride there?"

"No and no."

"So, you're going to ride your bike to a dance that you're not even allowed to go to without a suit, a date, or a way in with werewolves and werewolf hunters all out to kick our little werewolf asses." Sophia said, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to her left leg.

"Yeah." Scott said chucking. "You guys gonna help me?"

"Hell yeah." Stiles and Sophia said at the same time with a smile before following Scott down the hall.

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Sophia put on the nice, deep olive green she bought. It was semi-tight and fell about mid-thigh. It was a tube top with lace long sleeves. She did minimal make-up as she took the curlers out of her hair, letting the ringlets bounce as she turned. She slipped on her black heels and put on her jewelry before she sighed, checking her phone once more before putting it in her small bag. She got into the Challenger and drove to the school. She went solo to the dance, she didn't have anyone she wanted to ask and no one asked her. She got there just before Stiles. She didn't get out of the car right away; she was watching the interaction between Stiles and his date, which happened to be Lydia Martin. Stiles looked good and he treated Lydia like a complete gentleman… why wasn't she with Stiles. She chuckled as she got out of the car and walked inside.

The music was loud, the lights were bright, and almost everyone in the school was there. She could see Stiles and Lydia getting up to dance and she couldn't help but smile. She could hear Finstock yelling at Scott. She jumped when a hand landed on her shoulder and turned her around. "Sophia, dance with me." Scott said to her.

"Really? That's your master plan?" She asked, trying not to laugh.

"Just, please, come on." Scott said, pulling her onto the dancefloor and wrapping his arms around her. She smiled and chuckled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, lightly lacing her fingers together.

"This is a bad idea. We told you this was a bad idea." She said, swaying slightly to the music, trying to keep Scott calm. Finstock came running over.

"McCall! You're not supposed to…" He stopped when he saw that he was dancing with Sophia. "What the hell are you…" The music stopped. "What the hell are you doing?" Finstock asked, no longer yelling.

"Yes, coach?" He said. That sarcastic little shit. Sophia bit her lip to hide the smile. He shifted his arms around her waist to pull her closer.

"Okay…" Finstock said, chuckling nervously before he began laughing. "Hold on, you…I was just saying he's not supposed to… I mean, I wasn't saying that he shouldn't… Dance everybody! Just dance! It's a dance!" Finstock said as he walked away. Once the music started again, Sophia began swaying.

"You know the only reason we got away with that is because he didn't want me to do something drastic. You know how I can be." Sophia said to Scott with a playful smile. Scott chuckled.

"Didn't you try to quit lacrosse once over something much stupider than this?" He asked and she chuckled.

"I think I did." They laughed for a moment before Scott began looking around.

"Thanks by the way, I owe you one." He said and she nodded.

"Hell yeah, you do." She said, smiling when Scott placed his hand on her right cheek before giving her a kiss on her left one before he bolted off. She rubbed her cheek while she laughed. Sophia made her way off the dance floor and back over to where she had been standing a moment ago. The dance continued on without another hitch. Lydia and Stiles were dancing and now Scott and Allison were. All and all, it was a good night. Even if Sophia was alone, it was a small price to pay for seeing her boys so happy.