Season 1: Episode 2: Second Chance At First Line

Locker Room Clean-Up

"I'm first line."

"Not anymore." Stiles sighed. "And someone is going to notice that I used the fire extinguisher." He looked at the small mess left behind from his best friend attacking him. A small voice in the back of his mind made him wonder what would happen when Stiles helped Scott through a full moon. Could his best friend really kill him? No, he just had to focus on saving Scott.

Scott looked around the locker room before looking back at Stiles. "I'm so sorry man, I didn't mean to…I…I don't even remember…I just…"

"Bro, it's fine. We will just have to find a way to make your killer puppy side like me. Maybe I'll get it some treats and it's own dog bowl." He smiled.

Scott scoffed and shook his head. "At least I like you more than Jackson, right?" He looked at the locker room door. "Do you think I really hurt him?" Even though Jackson had always been the enemy, it killed Scott to think he could have hurt someone.

Stiles shrugged and stood up. "I don't know. Just clean all this up and I'll go see what I can find out. I'm sure some of the nurses at the hospital would love to see me. I'll get a hold of you when I get some information and get home. Which you should do, you know, go home and relax. Like, a lot of relaxing. Maybe look up some meditative…"

"Yeah, okay Stiles, I get it." He stood up to start cleaning up the mess and Stiles started to leave. "Hey, wait, man." He called after Stiles, who stopped momentarily looking back. "Thanks, you know, for all of this."

Stiles just nodded. "Yeah, no problem dude. We're brothers, right?" And it was just that simple.

Computer Glitch

Just as Stiles saw the shadow of a man move forward and grab his friend, his internet had a glitch making the screen freeze. "Scott?!" He tried to refresh, tried to call out to his friend.

When the screen unfroze again Scott was pressed against the wall by none other than Derek Hale, but Stiles couldn't hear what was being said. "What the hell? Scott!" He didn't know if he should call the police, drive over, or start writing Scott's eulogy (which would be very touching with a splash of humor, of course). But before Stiles had to make a decision Derek was gone and Scott was leaning against his wall breathing heavy. "Scott! Scott, I'm still here! Are you okay?!"

Scott made his way back to his computer and looked at his friend. "Dude, that was…Derek Hale just threatened to kill me."

"Okay, so do we kill him first?" Stiles' comment earned him an exasperated glare from Scott. "What? This is werewolf universe now, new rules apply. What do you want to do about this? Why does he even want to kill? And if he did, why didn't he just kill you there? Which would have been convenient actually, I'd at least have evidence of your murder. Well, unless he went all wolfy for it and then people would think it was a sick joke and lock me up but…"

"Stiles!" Scott yelled, shaking his head. "Stiles, he said that he'd kill me if I played in the game on Saturday."

Stiles' face fell into a 'duh' look. "Well, duh, you shouldn't play. I was telling you that it was a bad idea. Do you really need him threatening you to listen to my advice?"

"I guess I'll have to talk to coach."

Stiles laughed. "Ha! Yeah, have fun with that." And then they went on to talk about their homework and normal teenager things until they had to go to bed.

Shaggy Calls Scooby When There's a Clue

Scott felt his anger lessen as he rode his bike away from Derek, even if he was going to have to re-lace his lacrosse stick, because he smelt it. He smelt the blood. There was a clue, something that could rid him of Derek, solve one of his problems. So what does he do? As soon as he's out of range from Derek's place he sends a text to Stiles, "I think I know where the other half of the body is, and I think Derek is the one to blame. Come over ASAP." Then he went up to his room. Now he had a plan and now he was definitely playing that game.

Stake Out

Shovels stolen from Stiles' garage, the boys were now lying in wait for Derek Hale to leave his house. They sat in the jeep just down the road, Scott hoping he could focus his new powers to hear when Derek's car left. They had a plan, at least they think they have a plan. They're only sixteen, what can you expect?

Stiles drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "So, you really think this will work?"

Looking back at a shovels Scott shrugged. "It has to. I mean, this is my chance for what we've always wanted. I could be a lacrosse hero, Stiles. I could get the girl. But I have to deal with Derek first. And your dad won't believe us without evidence, you know that."

"What if Derek is the only one who can help you?"

Scott raised an eyebrow. "That's what you're for."

"Yeah, you're right." He leaned his head back. "What is he even doing here? I mean, this house can't have internet and the signal out here sucks. Plus it can't give him the best of memories…" He thought about what could happen if Derek came back, seeing as Derek seemed to spend most of his time out here. He just hoped that Derek would chase him and then Scott could get away.

"Hey, I think Derek just left."

"Alright, here we go." Stiles turned the jeep on and drove toward the Hale House.

Uh, So Dad, About That Dead Body

After watching the wolf turn into a female half of a dead body, Stiles had no choice but to call his dad, but they couldn't do it that night. The boys waited until the next morning, on their way back to the Hale house when they knew Derek would be there, nice and convenient for an arrest. "Hey Dad, daddy-o, dad-man, the man who…"

"Stiles, what do you want? I'm at work right now."

"Uh, yeah right, actually it's related…you know, to your work." Stiles looked over at Scott. "So, uh, do you remember that whole dead body split in two halves thing? Yeah, well, what if I told you that I knew where the other half was? And that I think I knew who killed her?"

There was a pause, as if the sheriff was pinching the bridge of his nose as his son's new level of annoyance. "Son, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, and Scott and I are on our way back there now."

"What?! Stiles!"

"Yeah, so if you could meet us at the old husk of Hale house, maybe with a few of your co-workers, that'd be great. Thanks dad, love you." Stiles hung up and looked over at Scott.

"That went great." Scott shook his head as his friend.

Stiles looked back at the road. "You know, maybe this could be our chance to talk to Derek, like we could find out about this werewolf. This lady could change into an actual wolf. You can't do that right?" He waited for Scott to nod. "Then maybe we should talk to him while he's handcuffed and behind bars, you know?"

"No Stiles, just leave him alone."

Stiles shut his mouth, he wasn't going to agree to anything because he wanted answers and simply arresting Derek didn't seem like an answer. There had to be more to this story and Stiles was going to get to the bottom of it. Scott was only thinking about the upcoming lacrosse game.

Lost Wolf

After getting back home from Allison's, Scott noticed all of the missed calls from his best friend, so he called him back. "Hey Stiles, guess what."

"Guess what?! Are you kidding me?!" Stiles' voice came booming through the voice. "I've been driving around looking for you for over an hour Scott! You can't just wolf out and then leave me like that! I thought something was wrong! I thought you…Scott…you…don't do that!"

"Oh." Scott tried to be concerned but he was still smiling, feeling high from his run in with Allison. "I saw Allison. She said she would be at the game."

Stiles felt like throwing his phone. "Are you kidding me right now?! After what just happened, you freaking out and running off from my jeep, you know, not when there's a moon to worry about, I don't think you should be playing in that game! I know we aren't trusting Derek and he's a weird guy but I think he has a point with this one."

"Stiles, Allison said she was going to come watch me. Her dad is going to be there too."

Stiles couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What?! That's even more of a reason to NOT play! What if you wolf out right in front of a freaking werewolf hunter?! Come on Scott! Just listen to me, just this once!"

Lying down on his bed, Scott sighed. "I just want to be a normal teenager."

"We were never normal Scott."

"Yeah, but, Stiles this is my chance. Okay? Look, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Stiles looked at the pages and pages of werewolf information he had printed out, a picture of a werewolf tearing into someone laid on top. An image of Scott tearing into himself flashed in his mind for a second. "Yeah, okay Scott, but just remember that I'll be there. Even if you're stupid enough to play, I'll be right there. Well, most likely on the bench, but I'll be there. I won't let anything happy to you Scott, okay? We'll figure this out." He still was thinking of a way to convince Scott to not play but he knew how much Scott wanted to be liked, to have the girl, to be noticed. Who was Stiles to take that away from his best friend?

Scott closed his eyes. "Thanks Stiles." He hung up and dreamt of a lacrosse game where he was the hero, where he scored the winning goal, where his classmates lifted him on their shoulders, where he got the girl, and where he and Stiles were invited to the team's after party.

/Hey! I know I haven't updated in months! I'm really sorry about that, I've been stuck in a rut recently and I'm just now starting to feel okay again. I'm starting to write again and while I don't think I promise to update weekly again, I'm going to try to update more often. Thank you so much to those who have stuck through with me and a special thanks to those who offered me condolences after my last update, it means the world to me! I hope you guys enjoyed the update!