Chapter 21: Formality

Allison was driving back home. But the rain and the lightning couldn't block out the images and flashes Derek Hale, roaring, screaming and snarling at them from her mind. Her aunt had let loose some volts of electricity at him. She said that it would tire him out but it looked like it was just plain torturing him.

"What are you doing? Is that going to kill him?" she asked.

Kate just smiled at her. "Oh come on kiddo. Don't get all ethical on me know," she said with some amusement in her voice.

Kate then went and shocked Derek some more.

"What is he?' Allison asked.

Kate shrugged. "Shapeshifter. Lycan. Werewolf." She laughed after she was done with the list. "To me he's just another dumb animal." She then let some more shocks go through. When Derek was practically unconscious Kate then went to his mouth and pushed his lips up. "Come here. See these. These are canines, also known as fangs," she explained showing Allison the fanged teeth he had. "Made for the tearing and rending of flesh. Not something you find on those cute leaf eating herbivores, is it?"

Allison raised her eyes. "This is a joke to you?"

"Sweetheart, there are werewolves running around in the world. Everything is a joke to me? How else do you think I stay sane?"

Allison just shook her head. "So, he really was at the high school then? And he's the one behind all the animal attacks?"

Kate shut the light off. "There's actually three of them. Another younger one, like him called a beta. Then there's the Alpha. That's the pack leader. Bigger, stronger, nastier. Those are the real ugly ones." She led Allison out of the room and shut the door behind them.

"When were they going to tell me?" Allison asked her.

"They still haven't decided if they're going to tell you."

"Why?"

"Let's just say that if you react badly when you found out…not good."

"What do you mean, not good?"

"They don't think that you could handle it. They look at you and they see this frightened little girl that will run to the corner when she finds out the truth. Me…you know what I see? Natural talent. Allison, you said that you wanted to feel more powerful, right?" Allison nodded. "Well, now's your chance."

"But, what am I supposed to do now?"

"Go to school, do your homework, go to Formal on Friday night. Act like a normal teenage girl that doesn't know anything. Just relax until you're ready to help me with the next part."

"What's the next part?" Allison asked.

"You're going to help me catch the second beta."

"The one like Derek?" Kate nodded. "Who is it?"

"We're not too sure but we have a pretty strong suspect. Obviously, it's someone that Derek knows and is close to. Your dad caught a glimpse of him, not a good look, but enough to know he might actually be your age. And goes to school with you?"

"Who?" asked Allison tensing up. She couldn't imagine anyone from school being that thing that she had just seen a moment ago.

"He might be closer than you think. You might have already helped us id him actually."

"Me?"

"Yeah, that night at the school. When you told me of the guy that seemed to be trying to cover for Derek. That tried to make it sound that he might not have been there that night?" Kate saw Allison's face tighten and her eyes widen. "You better keep an eye out. Your boyfriend's buddy."

Allison was so consumed thinking of the events of tonight that she didn't realize that she was speeding until the sirens went off behind her. "Oh god," she muttered. "Not now." She just hoped it wasn't a particular officer.

The cop came over with a flashlight and tapped the window for her to open. She did and with horror she saw that it was indeed Sheriff Stilinski. Stiles' father. Scott's best friend's father. The father of the boy who very well could be a human like animal.

"Allison?" he asked as he turned the light off. "You alright?"

"Yeah," she all but whispered. Allison's bottom lip was quivering a bit as she stared at him. Her nerves were firing off. "Sorry I was going so fast," she stuttered out. "I didn't realize…" Allison then looked away. She couldn't look at this man. She wondered if he knew. What if he didn't know? Oh god, what if Scott didn't know either. Or worse, what if he did?

The sheriff shrugged. "Well, listen you weren't going that fast. Just 75 in a 25 construction zone."

The emotions and thoughts from all of this was starting to break free. She tried to pull herself together. "I'm not crying to get out of a ticket. It's just…I don't want you to think I'm like this."

"No," he said shaking his head. "It's okay. Perfectly okay. It's uh-"

"No," Allison said. "Please, write me a ticket. I need you to write me a ticket. Okay?" That was the only way she would feel slightly better about all of this.

"Okay," the sheriff said. "But I don't see how that's going to make you feel a lot better."

Allison just thrust her head back. "This is just so humiliating." Both this situation and her crying when she assured Kate that she wouldn't. "I swear I'm not like this." She wasn't talking to the sheriff when she said that though.

"I understand."

"No," Allison said. "This isn't me. This is not me," she said as she banged on the steering wheel. This wasn't her. She was a blubbering and weak little girl. She then forced it all down as she glared on ahead. "This is not me." She then looked back at the sheriff, a little more calmer. "I'm okay."

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah," she nodded. "I'm okay."

"Good. Still want me to write you that ticket?"

When all of that was over, Allison didn't head back home. Instead she found a secluded warehouse space that her aunt told her about and got her bow out. She put up a poster that had a artist rendering of Derek on it saying he was wanted for questioning and shot arrows at it. Her hits were dead on. As she put the bow down, she hoped that she wouldn't have to do that to Stiles and wished that her family wasn't right about their suspicions.

Scott then awoke to find that he was in the vet's office. So, that hadn't been some kind of hallucination or dream. He looked to see that his side was bandaged. He was even feeling a little bit better. Deaton was also there, organizing his work table.

"Welcome back to the light of the conscious," he said to Scott as he went to get off the table, but he started to wobble. Deaton went to help him. "You okay?" Scott didn't know whether to answer or not. "Maybe you should sit down. I took the liberty of giving your friend Stiles a call a few minutes ago. He should be halfway here by now." But then the bells at the door chimed. Deaton knew that it couldn't be him already. "Hello?"

He went to go see who it was but Scott grabbed him. He could sense who it was. Deaton just smiled and then went on. He stepped to go around the front to see Peter Hale by the door.

"I'm sorry but we're closed," he said calmly to him.

"Hi there," he said. "I'm here to pick up."

Deaton narrowed his eyes. "I'm not sure I remember you dropping off."

"This one wandered in on it's own."

Scott went to hide himself in a small corner of the room. Deaton just stayed where he was and stared the Alpha down.

"Even if it did, I can't help you. We're closed."

"Oh," Peter said moving closer. "I think you could make an exception this one time. Don't you?"

"I'm sorry. That's not going to be possible. Maybe you could come back during regular hours?" Deaton suggested teasingly.

Peter let his senses span out and smiled. "You have something of mine. I'm here to collect it."

"Like I said," Deaton stood his ground. "We're closed."

Peter just started to move to go in but stopped at the wooden gate. He felt a sensation and pulled his hand away. He tried to push onward but couldn't get any closer. "Mountain ash. That's an old one," he said before rushing over to grab a chair and then threw it at the wall in frustration.

Deaton didn't even flinch. "Let me be as clear as possible. We. Are. Closed." He annunciated.

Peter could see that he was beaten, for now. Before he went out the door he stopped. "There are others who could help me get what I want Scott. More innocent…and far more precious to you then your boss."

Scott heard him and then gasped. "Allison."

Actually, that wasn't who Peter quite had in mind but he'll take it. He then left the office.

Stiles arrived a couple of minutes later and Deaton let him into the back room where he embraced Scott and saw the treated wound. Deaton recommended that the two of them get Scott home before the two of them were missed. Scott needed to contact Allison but couldn't find his phone anywhere in his pockets. He went straight to his room but couldn't see any sign of it.

"Try calling it again," he said to Stiles.

"It's not here," Stiles coughed out. "Scott, you lost your phone…again. Just get a new one, again."

"I can't afford another one. And I can't do this alone. We need to find Derek."

"Well, A, you're not alone. You have me," he said feeling a little insulted. "And, B, didn't you say that Derek walked into gunfire. Sounds pretty dead."

"The Argents plan to use him to get to the Alpha. They're not going to kill him."

"Yet," Stiles added since it was clear that Scott left that part out intentionally. "And something tells me he's not going to crack so easily and just give them what they want. It'll take time."

"Which Peter will use by going for Allison to find Derek," Scott said frustratingly. "I can't protect her alone. And if they really think that there's a chance that you might be the beta they're looking for then that could put you in danger."

"Thank you so much for that," Stiles coughed out as he watched Scott still shuffling around. "You know you probably lost your phone when you two were fighting. You know, when he was going to kill Jackson."

"He wasn't going to kill him." Scott said.

Stiles straightened up. "That's a switch. You usually are ready to pin and blame Derek for stuff. Why the sudden shift?" he added accusingly. Something told Stiles that it wasn't because Scott was finally ready to give Derek the benefit of the doubt. He only wanted Derek because he needed his help to kill Peter and cure himself…to be with Allison. That's what all of this was really about. Her. If he didn't need him, he was sure that Scott wouldn't care.

"He wasn't going to kill anyone. Not even Jackson, I don't think. And I can't just let him die."

"And what if he doesn't want to help you? It was different when the Alpha was some stranger that killed his sister. This is his uncle. Psycho or not, he's all Derek really has left."

Scott's jaw tightened. His friend had a point. There was no guarantee that Derek would help him. But, he needed a way to convince Derek. He and Stiles couldn't take on Peter by themselves.

The two of them then looked out at the window when they heard a car pull up. "Your mom's home," Stiles said.

The two of them then heard her talking, most likely on the phone. She was leaving a message. By the sound of it, to Peter in regards to the date that was ruined. The one that they ruined for her. Even though they saved her life, she doesn't know that. She just knows that her first date in a long time ended in disaster. Then, when she was finished, they felt something chilly and sour. Sadness. And then they heard the soft sounds of whimpering and crying.

Scott wanted to cry himself for making his mother feel this way. "She's sad," he said unnecessarily.

Stiles softened himself. "Scott…you can't protect everyone."

"I have to," he said back to him unflinchingly.

"Not alone. Don't worry about me. I'll help any way I can."

Scott exhaled but nodded. "Alright. Thanks Stiles."

His friend gave him a solemn nod.

Kate was in the room with Derek as he just hung there silently. She then started to dig through his stuff.

"Come on Derek, he killed your sister," she said trying to get somewhere. "What I figure is that you're not telling me because you either want to kill him yourself or, for some reason, you're protecting him." She then pulled out his New York Driver's License. Kate just laughed as she went over to him and held the id to his face. "Look at that sourface."

Derek had mild flashback to Stiles calling him a sourwolf. He had said to him in harmless jest. Kate had said that with savage mockery.

"I bet you got people always coming up to you and say, 'Smile Derek'. 'Why don't you smile more?' I'm sure that you just wanted to kick those people in the face."

Derek finally raised his head. "I can think of one."

Kate smiled as she looked back at him. "Promise? Because if I thought you'd be that much fun, I'd let you go." She then went over and picked up his phone and scrolled through it. "Nothing, nothing. God, I hate this detective crap."

"Are you going to torture me, or just talk me to death?"

"Oh sweetie, I don't want to torture you. I just want to catch up. Hmm…remember all the fun we had together?"

"Like the time you burned my family alive?" Derek glared.

"No," Kate then started to close in on him. "I was thinking more about all the hot, sex, that we used to have." She then licked down his torso. "But, yeah, that was fun too," she added gleefully.

Derek struggled against his restraints. Wanting nothing more than to tear her face off.

"But sweetie, I really don't want to torture you." She then looked over by the door. "But he does."

There was another hunter there and Kate then left the room to let the new guy have his fun with him.

Allison was in her room, sound asleep that night. She was actually sleeping peacefully for once. And she was being watched by Scott who was sitting vigil on her roof. He had to protect her. Unfortunately, he was also growing tired and then, the next thing he knew, he fell off the roof as he had fallen asleep.

Stiles was in his room looking up local records on his computer. It seems that Kate Argent had been in Beacon Hills six years ago, a few months before the Hale fire. Seems she had a job at the high school, as a teacher's assistant. That had to be how she had access to Harris. He pulled up a photo and saw her looking a tiny bit younger than she was now. But then…Stiles then had a hunch. He then went to look up the student roster of that year and surely enough found two names that stood out among the others. Laura Hale and Derek Hale.

Both of them must've known or at least seen Kate during their school days. He then remembered what Derek had told him that night when he had shown him and Scott his then catatonic uncle. All the stuff he said when he warned him about letting Scott be with Allison. How it would cloud his judgement around her and put them all in danger. Derek had seemed to be taking that personally. He then looked at Kate Argent's picture again. She was smiling and he had to admit, she looked pretty hot. Maybe another boy had thought the same. A boy that was a high school attending werewolf like Scott was now.

"Oh my god," Stiles muttered out.

But as shocking as the thoughts that came up was, now he had another piece of the puzzle. And was a giant step closer to stopping the Argents for good. A part of him did feel bad though. Stiles' plan, if he went through with it, it would practically destroy Allison and her family in almost every way and he knew that Scott wouldn't want that. But, he knew that if Scott was serious about protecting everyone, then Allison's feelings, and reputation, were going to have to be unfortunate sacrifices to make sure that the two of them and all of their loved ones would be safe, from everything.

At school the next day, Stiles thought that something was weird. He was at his locker after his first class and he suddenly felt a strong but strange emotion. It was…fear. Fear but it was mixed with…wonder? He went to look around and then saw Allison nearby, staring at him. But the moment he caught her eyes, she looked away from him and then started to walk in the opposite direction. He wondered what that was about.

His next class actually had Allison in it. For a few times, he caught her looking over at him. At first, he thought she was looking at Scott, who was sitting next to him. Yet, whenever he caught her gaze, she looked away. Whenever, he tried to look back at his notes or the board, he felt Allison's eyes on him again. He looked over at Scott but saw that he didn't seem to notice. He just looked worried and tense as usual. Stiles had to wonder…the timing. Of everything going on. This couldn't be a coincidence.

Scott was called by coach after practice to talk with him privately. What he said made his heart stop.

"What do you mean that I can't go to formal?" he asked Coach.

"Sorry McCall but you're failing my class and two others. They told me to cut you from the team. I told them, I'd sooner cut off my last remaining testicle then cut my best player," he said giving Scott a firm tap on the shoulder.

But Scott wasn't appreciating the effort. "So, the compromise is that I can't go to the dance?"

"Yeah," Coach said folding his arms.

Scott exhaled. He couldn't believe he was about to say what he was going to say. "Then I quit the team."

That only made Coach laugh. "No you don't. And, if you show up at the dance and I see you there, I'll drag you out by your teeth." He then turned to walk away.

Scott was screwed now. He went to Stiles and told him about what had happened but before they could try to think about what to do next, Scott saw Jackson. Again, he couldn't believe what he was about to do next. Stiles followed his lead and then slammed Jackson's locker door shut on him startling him a bit.

"You want me to take her to the formal?" Jackson asked looking at Scott.

"No, I don't want you to. I need you to," said Scott softly to him.

"Screw you," Jackson said in response. Then he looked at Stiles. "You know what, screw you too. In fact, screw each other."

Stiles huffed out through his nose. "You know, he helped save your life," he said pointing to his friend. "I would show some gratitude to that considering that you've given him no real reason to."

"He left me for dead," Jackson argued.

"I got shot for you," Scott spat.

"Yeah? Show me the bullet wound."

Scott rolled his eyes. "You know that it healed."

"Hmm, convenient."

Stiles wanted to just punch Jackson's lights out but Scott subtly reached for his friend's wrist to calm him down. "Just do it for Allison," Scott said. "Okay, she's in serious danger. I mean around the clock danger. She needs someone to keep an eye on her at the dance."

"Have her dad do it," he argued. "He's the one actually equipped to handle this."

"How am I supposed to do and keep him from finding out about me?"

"Not my problem," he growled to him.

He tried to leave but Scott stopped him. "You're her friend too," he tried to reason. "You are. All that time that you spent with her to get to me, you can't tell me that you didn't get to know her and like her. It's Allison. It's impossible not to like her. You can't tell me that you don't care if she gets hurt."

Stiles rolled his eyes. He could feel that Jackson didn't care one bit. Which of course he proved.

"What if I get hurt?"

"Then it's worth it."

Jackson shook his head. "Not to me." He then went and pushed the two of them aside so he could go through.

Stiles nodded. "I shouldn't say that I told you so…because it's not strong enough. How about I'm always right. And you should listen to everything I have to say and never disagree, ever, ever for the sake of your wolflihood?"

Scott let out a hard puff. Stiles was right, as usual. Jackson wouldn't go for anything by being nice. It seems there really only was one way to get the guy to do anything for anyone else. "I'm not done," he muttered out.

Stiles could sense something building in Scott, and smiled as his friend went off. "No, you're not," he said before moving off himself.

Scott went to stop Jackson before he left the room. Stiles stepped beside him.

"One more thing," Scott called out.

Jackson looked back at them to see that they both let their eyes glow gold. Scott let his fangs show while Stiles shot his hands out at his sides to let his claws out. Both of them were growling and Jackson backed frighteningly against the door.

Soon enough, Jackson went off immediately to find Allison and found her at her locker.

"Hey," he said in a bit of a sweaty mess. "What time should I pick you up for the dance tomorrow?"

Allison widened her eyes at his appearance. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm great. Just excited to go to formal with you. As friends. Just friends," he said quickly as he knew that the two teen wolves were no doubt listening in on them. He then laughed nervously when he eyes caught the two of them watching from across the hall.

"Hey, don't worry. I'll still be there to watch her and Co-Captain Courageous."

"I'm still going," he said as he watched the two of them take off.

"Is that a good idea? Do you have a date?"

"Not yet."

"Do you have a suit?"

"Not yet."

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

"No," Scott breathed. "And no."

"So you're going to ride your bike to a dance, you're not even allowed to go to by the way, without a date, suit or a way in with werewolves and werewolf hunters all out to kick your little werewolf ass?"

"Yeah. You gonna help me?" he asked Stiles smiling.

He smiled to and wrapped his arm around him. "Hell yeah."

Lydia had taken Allison off to the mall so they could shop for a dress to wear for the formal tomorrow. Yet, Lydia noticed that Allison seemed different today.

"Is something wrong?" she asked her.

"No," Allison said. "Nothing's wrong. I've just had a lot on my mind."

"You could smile at least. Ever heard the saying, 'Never frown. Someone could be falling in love with your smile.'" She then looked to see that Allison was still frowning. "Smile Allison. I'm buying you a new dress."

"Have to admit, as far as apologies go, that's more than I expected."

"Excellent."

"But not as much as I'm going to ask."

"What? What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you're going to cancel on whatever dumb, roided up jock you said yes to and you're going to go with somebody else."

"Who?" Lydia asked.

Allison turned and saw just who she was looking for, at the fragrance rack. "Him."

It was Stiles. Allison wasn't sure if the guy was a werewolf or not. She tried to watch him at school today but he didn't seem any more different than any other day. Then again, Allison didn't know why she suddenly expected to see the guy with fangs and claws for everyone to see. The problem was, that Kate and her father suspected him. If they were going to be out watching him then Allison should probably do so as well. She didn't want anything to happen to him if he actually turned out to be innocent. Maybe being at the formal with Lydia would be a big way in helping her do that.

She watched as Stiles had a bottle in his hand and then pushed on the nozzle and it sprayed him in the face. He backed away and sneezed. "Ahh, and people actually want to pay for this stuff," he said to the counter woman.

Allison, at that moment, had to think that him being innocent was a real possibility. Besides, it was also a good way to get a little payback with Lydia. "Oh," she said looking back at her. "Don't frown Lydia. Someone could be falling in love with your smile."

Lydia just gave Stiles a once over. "You know what…why not?" she said trying not to let Allison get to her. "He's made quite a name for himself lately. Shows he has potential."

Stiles was sitting at that rack pretending to not notice the two girls until he spun himself around and then seemed to spot them. He smiled and sent them a small wave. Scott was having him follow Allison to watch her after school. He heard most of what they were saying but Stiles could also feel and even see the quizzical look Allison was throwing him. He was happy that he sprayed himself like that. It got him to detect that scent drop from Allison for a moment. He could see it now. Allison suspected him. That had to mean that she found out, most likely from her family. She must've finally been let in on the big secret. But unlike Jackson, she wasn't coming outright with it. She was being subtle and fishing around for answers. That meant that Stiles didn't have much time left before he had to put his plan into action.

Lydia went over to him and asked him if he would go to formal with her. Stiles was silent for a mere second before he was practically singing 'Yes'. 'Yes'. over and over to her. But then, after he was done, she asked to help her find a dress, which he was again all too happy to do.

Lydia went to the rack and piled a few dresses that she pulled out into his arms. "So," Stiles began to ask. "Are you just going to start trying these on? All of them?" She then led him off for the dressing rooms. "Is this a 24 hour Macy's?"

Allison watched them go for a bit before her eyes fell on a red dress. It looked beautiful so she took it off the rack and went to the mirror. She stilled when she saw a guy staring at her. She looked over as he walked over.

"That's not your color," he said. "Sorry if that was intrusive but, considering your skin tone, I'd go lighter."

"Cause I'm pale?" she asked feeling a bit self-conscious.

"Fair," he corrected. "I wouldn't call skin like yours pale. Not skin that perfect."

"Okay," she said a little bit embarrassed.

"Trust me, I have a unique perspective." He then pulled another dress off the racks. "Here, try this one."

Stiles senses flared up and he looked to see that Peter Hale was talking over with Allison.

"Could you hand me the next one?" Lydia asked from behind the doors.

"Sure," Stiles said hooking the next dress on the top of the door for her before he set the pile down and headed over. "Hey," he said coming over with a smile. "What's going on here?" he asked.

Allison tensed a bit when he looked at her. "Oh, nothing. This guy just wanted to give me a tip for my dress."

"Yeah?" Stiles said looking at Peter. "You work here?"

But before Peter could do or say anything else, the PA started up. "Attention shoppers. The owner of a blue Mazda. License plate…"

"Wait, did she just say a blue Mazda?" asked Allison.

Stiles threw his eyes up listening to the reading of the plate. "That's your car Allison. They're going to tow it."

Allison gasped. "Oh no," she said making a break for it.

That left Stiles and Peter alone. "Tough break," Stiles smirked.

But Peter smirked as well as he looked out a bit and started to walk away from Stiles. "I have to say Scott, I continue to be impressed with your ingenuity. Just remember, you can't be everywhere all the time."

Stiles narrowed his eyes as Peter said that. He then sniffed out and sure enough found a faint trace of Scott's scent. What was the point of having him tail Allison if Scott was going to be creeping around her anyway? Didn't Scott trust him enough to watch her? Well, he guessed he couldn't complain too much. Being here, it got himself a date to the formal. With Lydia. Might make tomorrow night something worth looking forward to after all.

He then went to try to get back to Lydia but Peter stopped him. "Whoa, where do you think you're going?"

"I have to get back to someone," he said trying to move around him.

But Peter blocked him. "Oh, right, that red head."

"Actually her hair is strawberry blonde," Stiles said immediately.

Peter chuckled. "Something like that would only come from a guy truly smitten with a girl. And I have to say, she does look like a beauty indeed. Just be careful Stiles. Sometimes the most beautiful things in this world could potentially be among the most deadly."

"Thanks for the tip," he muttered.

Peter chuckled a bit at him. "Don't worry. There's plenty more and they'll come when you need them, soon enough."

He then left the store for Stiles to go back to the changing area where Lydia was waiting for him. "Where'd you go?"

"Oh, Allison's car was being towed. I had to go and warn her."

"Oh," she said with her hard face falling and softening a bit. "I hope she gets there in time."

"Me too."

Kate was listening to a voicemail left from her brother asking for where she was and to call him. She didn't have much time to linger here with her new plaything. And she needed to get some answers.

"Unfortunately Derek, if you're not going to talk, then I'm just going to have to kill you. So, say hi to your sister for me." She then went to put her hand on the dial. But froze. "You did tell her about me, didn't you? The truth about the fire?" She looked over to see him just staring down at his feet. "Did you…did you tell anybody?" she asked in a whisper as she walked over. "Oh, sweetie. That's just a lot of guilt to keep buried. It's not your fault. I mean, you got tricked by a pretty face. It happens. A handsome young werewolf mistakenly falls in love with a super hot girl, who comes from a family that kills werewolves. Is that ironic?" Derek just look pained as he kept his gaze anywhere but on her. "And then there's the fact that you show up at the school and someone, the sheriff's kid outs himself trying to help you and tries to say you weren't there. Is he the second beta Derek? Or that lacrosse player, Jackson, who you took with you to show your…home to. Is he one of your new wolfy buddies?" Derek just turned to look the other way from her. But she just smirked at him. "Is it ironic that you are inadvertently helping me take down the rest of the pack, again? We're just a bit of history repeating."

She then walked for the panel but then stopped. She started tapping her fingers as her own words echoed in her mind. "History repeating," she whispered. "It's not Jackson, is it? And Stiles…maybe not him either. Jackson may have a little scratch in the back of his head, and Stiles might be snooping at where he doesn't belong…but neither of them is in love with Allison. Not like Scott is."

At that, Derek glared at her. With that, she had her answer.