"But dreams aren't memories." Stiles argued as she and Scott sat down at the cafeteria table.

"Then it wasn't a dream. Something happened last night and I don't know what." Scott said mournfully.

Stiles scooped a bite of her food into her mouth. "What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?" She mumbled through the food.

Scott rolled his eyes at her. "Because the night of the full moon, he wasn't changed. He was in total control." Scott explained. "While I was running around in the middle of the night, attacking some totally innocent guy." He said regretfully.

"You don't know that." Stiles said quietly. Even though it looked really, really bad.

"I don't not know it." He said with a sigh. "I can't go out with Allison."

Stiles swallowed the mouthful of apple. "No, no." She said. "You're not canceling, okay? You can't just cancel your entire life. We'll figure it out."

"Figure out what?" Lydia asked, sitting down at the table.

Stiles blinked at the other girl. "Uh.. Just... Just homework." She spluttered.

"Yeah." Scott said.

Lydia just hummed and began eating, daintily of course.

"Why is she sitting with us?" Stiles hissed.

Scott shrugged then turned to grin at Allison, who sat down next to him.

Jackson, Danny, and another guy Stiles didn't recognize also walked over.

"Get up." Jackson said, glaring at the boy that sat next to Lydia.

"How come you never ask Danny to get up?" The guy muttered.

"Because Danny doesn't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot." Stiles retorted. She couldn't help it.

Danny smirked at her. He was pretty nice. Why he hung out with an asshole like Jackson she couldn't quite understand.

"So, I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack." Danny said, looking at her. "Probably cougar."

She nodded.

"I heard mountain lion." Jackson said.

Stiles fought the urge to roll her eyes.

"A cougar is a mountain lion." Lydia said.

Jackson looked at her strangely and she put on her clueless face.

"Isn't it?" She asked.

Stiles narrowed her eyes.

"Who cares?" Jackson asked as Stiles fished out her phone. "The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who was gonna die anyway."

"Actually." Stiles said, pulling up a video on her phone. "I just found out who it is. Check it out." She said, turning the phone so everyone could see.

"The Sheriff's Department won't speculate on the details of the incident." The male reporter said, as a picture of the bus showed. "But confirmed the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive the attack. Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition."

Stiles hummed and put her phone in her pocket.

"I know that guy." Scott said.

"You do?" Allison asked.

Stiles was mentally asking the same question.

"Yeah, from when I use to take the bus back when I lived with my dad." Scott said. "He was the driver."

Stiles blinked. Why would Scott attack his bus driver?

"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?" Lydia asked, putting on a fake smile. "Like... Oh! Where are we going tomorrow night?" She asked looking at a startled Allison. "You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"

Allison blinked owlishly for a minute. "Uhm... We were thinking of what we were gonna do..." She said, looked at Scott.

"Well, I am not sitting at home again watching lacrosse videos. So, if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun." Lydia said.

At the words, "Hanging Out", Stiles winced.

"Hanging out?" Scott asked. "Like the four of us?" He looked at Allison in shock. "Do you wanna hang out... Like us and them?"

Stiles shook her head rapidly, in small jerky movements.

"Yeah, I guess sounds like fun." Allison said smiling softly.

Stiles mentally groaned.

"You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork." Jackson said dryly as he held up the said utensil.

Stiles had to agree with him. That did sound way more fun than 'hanging out'.

"How about bowling?" Lydia asked. "You love to bowl." She said, touching Jackson's arm.

"Yeah, with actual competition." He snapped.

"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison asked.

You might be competition, but Scott sure as hell ain't. Stiles thought.

"You can bowl, right?"

Scott shrugged. "Sort of..."

"Is it sort of, or yes?" Jackson asked impatiently.

"Yes." Scott said confidently.

Stiles' eyes widened.

"In fact, I'm a great bowler."

"You're a terrible bowler!" Stiles exclaimed, hitting her friend upside the head.

"I know!" Scott said, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm such and idiot." He muttered.

If he was fishing for sympathy, he was plum out of luck.

"It was like watching a car wreck." She said, wincing. "I mean, first it turned into the whole group date thing, and then out of nowhere comes that phrase, "hang out". You don't hang out with hot girls, okay? It's like death. Once it's hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can start hanging out." A thoughtful look came over her face.

"How is this happening? either I killed a guy, or I didn't." Scott said.

"Do you think Danny likes me?" She asked.

"I ask Allison on a date, and now we're hanging out."

"I know he's gay and all. But, am I attractive to gay guys?"

"I make first line, and the team captain wants to destroy me. And now-" Scott looked at his watch. "Now, I'm gonna be late for work." He groaned before jogging away.

"Wait Scott! You didn't- I attractive to gay guys!" She grunted as she watched him walk away. "You didn't answer my question." She said with a pout.

Stiles could not believe she was doing this. It would either end badly, or it would end worse, as in her savage murder. She sighed and walked into the Hale house, swallowing nervously. "Derek" She called softly.

No answer.

She crept up the stairs, cautiously. Keeping an eye out for the surly werewolf, and making sure she didn't fall through the steps to her death. Being killed by a werewolf was cool, falling through the steps wasn't "Derek!" She called again, a bit louder. She walked along the second floor, peering into rooms.

"What are you doing here?" A voice asked behind her.

She let a particularly unladylike shriek and sprung into the air. She turned around to see Derek standing there with an eyebrow raised.

"What the hell!" She shouted, clutching her chest. "Do you want me to have a panic attack?" She asked, her racing heart slowing to a semi-normal beat. I mean, how normal can a heart beat get when there was an alleged murderer in the same room as you?

"What do you want?" Derek asked.

Stiles huffed at him. "I'll tell you, when my heart moves from my throat back to my chest." She said, before taking another deep breath. "It's about Scott." She said.

"What did he do?"

Stiles rubbed the back of her neck. "Scott.. May or may not have killed someone." She said.

"The guy on the bus?" Derek asked, not sounding surprised.

"Yes.." Stiles said, blinking. "Did you see him?" She asked.

Derek shook his head.

"So... You don't know if he did it..."

He shook his head again.

Stiles pouted. Well, this was a waste of time.

"I can help him remember." Derek offered.

She lit up. "Really?" She asked.

He nodded. "Tell him to go back to the bus, go inside. See it, feel it."

Stiles pulled a pen from her jeans pocket and began scrawling on her arm, causing Derek to roll his eyes.

"Tell him to let his senses, his sight, smell, touch. Tell him to let them remember for him."

Stiles blinked. "That's is? Just go back?" She asked. It couldn't be that simple. Could it?

Derek nodded. "Also, tell him I can teach him how to control the shift, even on a full moon."

That peaked Stiles' interest.

"But it's not going to come for free." Derek warned.

"What does he have that you could possibly want?" She asked.

"You'll find out."

That single phrase worried Stiles a bit. She turned to leave, then hesitated. "Be honest." She said.

He inclined his head.

"Is he going to hurt somebody?"

"Yes."

"Could he kill somebody?"

"Yes."

"Is he going to kill somebody?"

"Probably."

Derek's answers were so sure that Stiles could feel her heart dropping. She nodded and walked out, feeling slightly sick to her stomach.

"Stiles." Derek said.

She turned around.

"I would be careful." He said.

"Scott wouldn't hurt me." She firmly. She turned around and walked down the stairs.

"Stiles." He said, once again.

Her foot hovered over the bottom step.

"Your heart skipped a beat."

A/N: Yay! More Stiles/Derek interaction! Okay, I have the end results of the vote. Here they are.

Sterek: 5 votes

Steter: 2 votes

Sciles: 1 vote

Unless I missed a review or PM this is the end result. Apparently it's Sterek all the way! for some folks. Anywho, my updating is going to be a little shaky, The Fever Code (Maze Runner Series) finally came to the Meijer's I shop at, so I'm fairly busy reading that. Favorite, Follow, Review, I love you all and I'm so glad I have such awesome readers. xo Sassy.