SO, uh, lots happened since the last chapter. I hope you guys are hanging in there and doing what you need to be doing to be keeping safe and healthy. I don't own Teen Wolf, only my Oc's, and please forgive any grammar/spelling mistakes. Also, comment on what you think about the chapter and story, I always love hearing your guy's thoughts.


"Well, honey, I know you absolutely hate dresses, but can I just say you look breathtaking." Her mother said as she put the final pin into her hair to secure the braid. Sawyer put on a small smile as she met her mother's gaze in the mirror. Her mother had been adamant about doing her hair into some elaborate up-do, which Sawyer didn't protest. She knew that if she didn't do anything to her hair at least then Lydia would have her head on a stick. She had managed to find some makeup tutorials on YouTube and she had been able to successfully follow it. Her makeup didn't look totally bad, honestly, she was just glad that she didn't have raccoon eyes.

Sawyer bounced her legs up and down and smiled at her mother one more time. "Thanks, mom," She looked down to her feet and saw that they were still bear. Her mother was insisting she wears heels in order to make the whole thing 'real'. However, this is where Sawyer was putting her foot down. The heels her mother had were nice and cute, but just not for Sawyer's feet. Instead, Sawyer was going to wear some nice, bright white, flats. This helped her in two ways; the first being that she would still have her balance when walking, and two, she would still be able to be shorter than Scott.

The doorbell rang and Sawyer smirked to herself; Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.

"Oh, that must be them," her mother exclaimed happily, "I'll go get the door." Her mother seemed to be more excited about this dance then her, and she was the one going.

"You do look pretty," Cassidy's voice rang from the doorway of her room, "And I don't think I've ever seen your hair up before."

Sawyer raised an eyebrow, "And?" She asked while exaggerating the word.

Cassidy shrugged, "I don't know, it just looks nice. It's a lot different from the usual," He waved his hands around his hair like an explosion.

Sawyer chuckled and threw a stray shirt at him, "Shut up." She said though there was no malice to it.

Cassidy dodges the shirt with ease, "No, I mean it, pretty looks good on you."

She rolled her eyes and got up from her seat, "Shut up," She told her little brother and she gently pushed him to the side as she made her way passed him.

He, once again, dodged her with ease. "Alright, alright, I'll stop complimenting you."

Sawyer wrapped her arm around her little brother's shoulder, "Thank you for the compliment, Cassidy, it was very appreciated."

"Good," He huffed out, "It's not every day that I give those out."

Sawyer almost huffed out a laugh. Her brother was probably the only person that she knew that complemented every person he knew. It was something that he always did ever since he was little, he would just babble off the best qualities he saw in a person. While Sawyer was the opposite and opted to stay silent while other people were over.

The neared the bottom of the stairs when she saw Scott standing in the doorway with his mother. She didn't know what came over her, but, at this very moment, Sawyer went full-on girly girl. Her heart began to stutter and she nearly tripped over the last step of the staircase. Scott was wearing a black and white tux, a little baggy on him but for Scott, it seemed to fit. His hair was smoothed down and Sawyer, for the first time, saw Scott as handsome instead of cute.

Their eyes met and she saw him being taken a little back by her appearance. She felt her cheeks heat up and Sawyer was thankful for the blush to cover up the redness creeping onto her cheeks. She swallowed and smiled at Scott, "Hey," She greeted shyly.

Scott gave an awkward wave, but smiled gently at her, "Hey."

Her mother clapped her hands together and smiled widely with her teeth showing, "Picture time!" She exclaimed loudly and grabbed Sawyer by her arm, throwing her against Scott, who nearly toppled over but caught her in time. Both her and Scott watched as their mothers clumped together, with Cassidy smirking beside them, cameras in their hands.

"Smile!" They said at the exact same time and before she could do anything Sawyer a flash went off causing her to go momentary blind.

"Aww," Melissa said frowning at her camera, "Their eyes turned out weird."

Her mother leaned over Melissa's shoulder and looked at the picture, "Oh, that can happen sometimes with flash. Just put it in nighttime mode and it should fix the weird eye thing." Her mother lied smoothly and Sawyer wondered how many times she had to say that to a photographer in order to get a picture taken with the Hales.

Melissa adjusted the camera and held it up again, "Alright, big smiles you two." She and Scott obeyed the order and with that Sawyer once again heard the click of the camera. "One more."

Scott rolled his eyes, "Mom, don't you think you have enough?" He asked annoyed and Sawyer got the feeling that Mama McCall had been taking for more pictures before they came here.

"She might, but I don't." Her mother interrupted, "This is probably the only time I will get Sawyer in a light color so I'm going to savor it. Now, Scott put your arms around Sawyer and smile like your going to have the time of your life."

Sawyer frowned, "Mom, don't be weird, this is a Winter Formal, not Prom."

Her mother glared, "Are you telling me that you actually plan on going to Prom?"

"Touché." She said to her mother and got into the pose with Scott. Sawyer's not going to lie, it was awkward having Scott wrap his arms around her waist. However, she was willing to let her awkwardness go for the sake of her, and Scott's, mother's happiness. Both of their smiles were bright and shining and Sawyer doesn't think she's seen her mother smile this wide in a long time.

It felt good to see her mother smile that brightly. It felt good to see her brother smirking from the sidelines, silently being thankful that he wouldn't have to be subjected to photos for a couple more years. Finally, it felt good to be a normal, teenage, girl who was going to the Winter Formal with a friend. Even if the said friend was a werewolf and technically wasn't even allowed to go because his grades were shit.

"Okay, I think that's enough." Sawyer said while detaching herself from Scott.

"Alright," Her mother sighed in mock defeat. She then walked over to them and placed her hands-on Sawyer's shoulders, "You know the rules; be back by midnight, be safe and…"

"And don't do anything stupid." Sawyer said finishing her mother's sentence.

The smile of her mother's face shrank, "I was going to say 'and have fun'," She pushed a stray piece of Sawyer's hair back, "But don't be stupid works too."

Sawyer nodded her head, "Alright," she then looked to Scott who was taking out the car keys from his pocket, "You ready?" She asked him, though the question seemed far deeper than that. She wasn't just asking him if he was ready to leave for the dance, but rather if he was ready for tonight.

"Yeah," He answered smoothly, "I'm good."

Together they opened the door and made their way out to Mama McCall's car, which Scott was borrowing for the night, and waved their goodbyes to their families. Once they were inside the car and buckled in, Sawyer took a deep breath and said, "Phase One; complete."


When Jackson pulled up to the school, Alison had the feeling to run. It seemed so pointless now; going to a school dance where she knew she wouldn't have fun, and with a person, she didn't particularly want to go with. Well, at least she would have Lydia and Sawyer there with her. That sort of makes up for the fact that it was Scott who she wanted to be dancing with instead of Jackson.

Except, Scott was a werewolf and so was Sawyer, and her family are werewolf hunters. Oh, dear god her life was a fucking soap opera, or some Shakespearian play. Honestly, she didn't know which one was worse.

There was the sound of metal clicking and Allison looked over to see Jackson taking a very large swig from a small bottle of alcohol. He noticed her staring and waved the bottle in front of her face, "No, I'm good, thank you." She said politely.

Jackson snorted, "You actually want to go through this night sober?" He asked incredulously.

No, not particularly, but she also didn't want to risk the chance of Kate popping up and her being drunk off her ass.

However, she couldn't say that to Jackson, so instead, she went with the diplomatic, "I wouldn't mind remembering some things from tonight."

He chuckled darkly, "Yeah, well, I wouldn't mind forgetting all of it."

Wow. Jackson was really putting a damper to this already depressing night. "Hey, do you know if Scott is coming."

"I know that he's not allowed to. Academic probation and all."

Allison looked out the window and sighed. In her moment of brooding, she noticed a figure by the tree line of the school. A figure, that now that she had seen shirtless, she would recognize anywhere. Talking to another figure, with whom she had just gone dress shopping with. "Oh, second thought," She said as Jackson was unbuckling himself, "I think I will have that drink."

He offered her the bottle and she took a hefty swig from it, ignoring the burn that it caused while going down her throat. Just as she brought the bottle back to her lips for another drink Allison spotted movement from the roof of the school. She smiled against the bottle as she knew instantly who the form belonged too.

"Don't tell me you're already drunk." Jackson snarked from the driver's seat.

Allison screwed the top back onto the bottle and handed it back to him, "No," She said as she fixed her makeup and smiled from her seat, "I just think tonight will be a night to remember."

Jackson scoffed, "Oh, god, let's hope not."

They then both got out of the car, just in time to see Lydia and Stiles pull up. Allison waited patiently as Lydia practically leaped from the passenger seat and went straight away to fix her dress. Stiles, on the other hand, was waiting beside her with the biggest grin Allison has ever seen on a man. "Hey, Lydia." She greeted from her spot.

Lydia's frown then turned into a smile, "Allison, hi, I was wondering if you were here yet." She then looked over to where Jackson was standing, "And Jackson, you look…handsome."

"Obviously," Was his reply and Allison didn't miss the death glare Lydia had thrown at him.

Allison then started looking around for the last person they had been waiting for, "Hey, where's Sawyer?" Allison looked all around the parking lot for the familiar head of blonde hair. Even though they were supposed to be mortal enemies Allison still cared for her friends, and Sawyer was her friend. Family code be damned, she wanted to be here for her friend's first-ever dance.

"She texted me a couple of minutes ago saying she was almost here."

"Should we wait for her?" Stiles asked and Allison was wondering the same thing.

"Well, I'm not," Jackson said loudly. He fixed his jacket and put the bottle of alcohol into his breast pocket, "I want to get this over with as soon as possible and if that means robbing Sawyer of her little Pretty in Pink moment then so be it."

"Rude." Lydia scoffed and put her hands over her chest.

"Like I care," Jackson shot back and looked to Allison, "You coming or what?"

She bit her lip. She really wanted to wait for her friends, but it was also really windy and really cold outside. With a pang of anger directed towards herself and sadness Allison nodded her head and looped her arm through Jackson's.


She was frozen to the pavement, Sawyer had realized, that's why she hadn't been able to move for the past five minutes. Scott had already left and Sawyer was to enter the school alone, swiftly move to the boy's locker room, and let Scott in. The only problem with that plan now? Sawyer could find the will power, or courage, to lift her feet from the pavement and move closer to the school.

She had never been more afraid in her life than staring down the school with a bunch of nicely dressed kids entering it. She couldn't let Scott down, she knew that, but when she thought about getting any closer to the school her heart rate jumped with anxiety.

"You know you're actually meant to go inside the in order to have fun." A voice came from behind her and Sawyer whipped around in shock to see Derek standing there, leaning against a tree.

"Derek?" She breathed out in disbelief, "You're still alive?" She shook her head, "But, how?"

Derek shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know if you've noticed this Sawyer, but I'm very good at not dying."

"I don't understand, if you're not dead, then what are you doing here?"

His face softened along with his body, "I actually came here to see you."

"Look if this is about Peter," She began but he cut her off.

"No, this is about that. I just…" he trailed off, "I just wanted to see you off to your first dance."

Sawyer furrowed her brow, "You wanted to escort me to my first dance?" She asked incredulously, "Really?"

Derek sighed, "It's dumb, and stupid, I know, but Sawyer, I just wanted to make sure that after tonight, after everything that happens that we're still…" he couldn't finish the sentence so Sawyer decided to finish it for him.

"Derek," She took a couple of steps closer to him and placed a hand on his arm, "After everything, you're still going to be family. Nothing will change that, I promise."

"See, you say that now, but after Peter is dead will the answer still be the same?"

"Yes." She answered almost instantly and his light green eyes looked at her questioningly, "Derek, I know what needs to happen. You killing Peter is something that I've come to terms with. I'm not going to denounce you just because you did something that saved everyone."

He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes, "I really hope you feel that way after it happens."

Sawyer bit the inside of her cheek and glance over her shoulder. She could see the washed-out baby blue color of Stiles's car, along with Stiles and Lydia waiting beside it. Probably waiting for her, she figured. "I have to go," She said as she turned back to face Derek, "I'll see you later tonight? Right?"

"Yeah," He confirmed, "Later tonight."

She nodded her head and turned around, forcing herself to walk towards the two other figures. When they spotted her, Sawyer began waving her arms in the air. "Lydia! Stiles!" She called out and ran the last little bit, "Sorry, I'm a little late, but my car was just giving me trouble."

"Understandable, I was surprised that this thing here could even run." She then motioned to Stiles's car.

"Hey," He said with hurt, "Don't insult Roscoe," Stiles rubbed the hood of the car, "He's sensitive."

Lydia rolled her eyes but Sawyer noticed the littlest of upticks at the corner of her mouth, "Whatever, Jackson and Allison are already inside and I don't know about you but I'm ready to party." Lydia then eyed her up and down, taking in her appearance. "Sawyer, you look…" She trailed off.

She rolled her eyes, "Pretty, cute, hot?" She counted off all the adjectives that could be used to describe her.

Lydia smirked and shook her head, "No, I was going to say,"

"Beautiful," Stiles interrupted her and smiled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head.

Sawyer's eyes shot over to him and she raised her brow in a hopeful gesture. She swallowed a heavy lump in her throat and let out a breathy sigh. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep her from smiling at the compliment. It was the first time someone had ever called her beautiful, and to hear it coming from Stiles did something weird, but not unwanted, to her heart.

"Actually, I was going to say regal, but beautiful works too." Lydia remarked as she looped one of her arms through Stiles. "Sawyer, you take the right, and I'll take the left."

"What?" She asked stupidly.

It was Lydia's turn to roll her eyes at her, "You obviously need someone to take you into the dance, and luckily, Stiles here," She rubbed his shoulder, "has an extra arm."

"Lydia, I don't need someone to escort me into the dance." She told her friend. She was perfectly fine walking in all on her own. Probably. On second thought, thinking about how her hands had been previously been shaking, maybe she should take that arms. Sawyer, not wanting to glue herself to the pavement again, looped her arms through Stiles's free one. "Actually, I changed my mind, I do want this arm now."

Stiles's expression turned smug as they began walking towards the entrance, "I'm going to the dance with two girls on my arms," He hummed to himself, "It's like one of my dreams."

Sawyer laughed and she's pretty sure that Lydia even cracked a smile at Stiles's comment. It was an odd pair, she would give them that, but Sawyer could see how Lydia and Stiles could work well together. They shared similar qualities; both were brilliant, both would do anything for a friend, and both had the unwavering desire to know everything. Their thirst for knowledge never seems to end, and Sawyer could see how a friendship could blossom between that. Stiles had always seemed to believe in Lydia, which is exactly what Lydia needed; someone to believe in her. In not just her academic abilities, but also her supernatural ones.

The thought of her other friends learning the truth about Lydia scared Sawyer. Would they be mad at her for telling her? Would they think Lydia herself was a threat and want to hurt her? She knew that it was unlikely but there was no telling what they might think once they learn the truth about Lydia. She could see death and hear voices, both of their qualities were scary on their own, but put together they were terrifying.

The sound of music forced Sawyer to shed herself of those terrible thoughts. She looked around the Gym as she saw it filled, almost wall to wall, with teenagers dancing together or sitting and at the tables laughing.

"There's Allison," Lydia said as she pointed out a table near the corner. She then pulled both her and Stiles with her, "Come on, let's get a seat before someone else tries to."

Sawyer looked back towards the boy's locker room where she was supposed to meet Scott. Biting her lip, she let go of Stiles's arm, "Actually, I have to get something first, but save me a seat will you." Stiles nodded in understanding but Lydia looked at her with suspicion. She knew that she was up to something but not what. She had neglected to tell Lydia about the part where she had to sneak in Scott, in hope that the strawberry blonde would not yell her head off. She knew that Lydia wanted to have fun, but Allison and Scott also deserved their happy moment. "I'll be back," She promised.

Lydia's eyes lightened up slightly, "Alright, but if you go as far as trying to sneak out, I will find you and I will drag you back here."

"In those heels?" Sawyer teased.

Lydia smirked, "Honey, I do everything in heels." She then turned to Stiles, "Stiles, come on, we've got a Jackson to annoy." Sawyer watched Stiles grin goofily and fist-pumped the air in joy. Yeah, okay, the fact that they were going to annoy Jackson made her feel a little better about seeing them together.

Shaking her head and letting the smile fall from her face, Sawyer carefully wove her way through the crowd of teenagers. She did her best to suppress the urge to gag at the smell of all the different perfumes and colognes. Her ears could not tell the difference between the beat of the bass and the beat of someone's heart. She held her breath as she pushed past people, not even bothering to apologize to them as she nudged them out of her way.

Sawyer let out her breath when she entered the empty hallway that leads to the locker rooms. She placed a hand on her stomach and sucked in the clean, untouched air as if she had never breathed before. Composing herself once again Sawyer quickly walked towards the boy's locker room and opened the door. "Scott?" She called out, not bothering to be quiet, "Scott, it's Sawyer."

Scott emerged from behind a couple of lockers and looked around, "Is it clear?" He asked.

Sawyer nodded, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure Coach is too busy scolding Greenburg to even notice that you're here."

"What about the other adults?"

Sawyer scoffed, "There are no other adults, Scott. It's literally just Coach."

Scott furrowed his brow as he took the spot beside her, "Is it just me or does it seem like they put him in charge of everything?"

She shrugged, "Ehh, it's not like he has anything else to do. I'm pretty sure Coach lives here." She gestured to the room around them. She thought about how when she was little, she thought teachers lived at school instead of going home. However, she's pretty sure Coach actually did live at school. She had never really seen him outside of school, except for that one time at the bar.

She shook her head, "You ready?" she asked him.

Scott was practically bouncing up and down on his feet, "No, but honestly, that's probably for the better." They both walked towards the door that leads back to the gym, "Phase 2 is a go." Scott mumbled as they opened the door.

Her senses we assaulted once again with all the different scents of the gym. This time she had been better able to suppress her discomfort; Scott, no so much. She felt Scott shift beside her and wrinkled his nose, "It's better if you don't breathe." She mumbled.

"It's fine," He grunted out as his eyes searched the dance floor, "I'll endure."

"She's over there." Sawyer gestured with her head to the table that Allison was stationed at. She was standing near the punch looking very uncomfortable as Jackson was spiking everyone's cup.

His eyes followed hers and Sawyer saw as Scott slumped forward, almost looking depressed as he saw Allison looking so glum. She could understand, he wanted her to be happy and the only thing that would make her happy was Scott, who couldn't be there. It was very Romeo and Juliet of them. His eyes then widened for a second and she could see that he became very alert.

"What is it?" She asked in concern, looking the direction that he was, unable to find what was making him so tense.

Scott narrowed his eyes, "I thought I saw," He then shook his head, "Never mind. It was nothing."

He grabbed her hand and Sawyer nearly tore it from his grasp, "What are you doing?" She asked; it came off a little harsher than she had intended. She had never been a fan of people touching her. Quite honestly, she has no idea where it came from, she just didn't like the fact that people always had to up in personal space.

Scott didn't seem to be affected by the harshness of her tone, "I need to get closer to Allison and I can't very well do that on my own." He paused and tilted his head to the side, "I mean, I could, but we both know that I would get caught right away."

The thought of dancing nearly made her vomit, but this was the plan and Sawyer wasn't about to chicken out. "Fine," She bemoaned while grasping Scott's hand and dragging him out onto the dance floor, "But if I step on your toes, I'm not going to apologies for it."

Scott smirked, "Only if it goes both ways."

It was an odd process, Sawyer realized; they would dance for a bit, shuffle a little closer to Allison, then stop and try to disappear into the crowd when Coach looked their way. It worked for about three songs; they had managed to make it halfway before their plan had come to a crippling halt.

"McCALL!" Coach screamed out, so loud that the music seemed drowned out by his voice, "McCALL I SEE YOU!"

Scott dipped and Sawyer watched, with great amusement, what quickly became a game cat and mouse. It went like this; Scott would wind his way through a couple of people, find a place, then immediately vacate it because Coach found him. It was causing such a stir that almost everyone was watching by the end of the song.

It didn't end until Scott had somehow dragged Danny into the situation and began dancing with him. Scott pulled Danny close and gave Coach an innocent look, "Yes, Coach?" He asked liked he didn't know exactly what he was doing it. The music stopped and everybody's eyes were on Coach, who was sputtering trying to come up with an explanation.

Taking pity on Coach, Sawyer made her way over to them and placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked to her with those wide panicked eyes. Sawyer pursed her lips and shook her head, giving him a silent message. Coach frowned and turned around, pointing an accusing finger at Scott, "You win this time McCall," He murmured, "But you won't always have Danny bailing you out." He then looked around at everyone staring at him, "Dance!" He screamed waving his arms in the air flamboyantly, "Dance everybody, it's a DANCE!"

The music then resumed and Coach disappeared back into the crowd. Sawyer couldn't help but chuckle at how the music slowly started back up and everybody slowly, but surely, began dancing again. Scott quickly thanked Danny and ran over to Allison and seconds later they were dancing together.

"Well that was quite the show," Lydia said, causing Sawyer to jump as she didn't hear the strawberry blonde appear next to her. "I'm glad she's happy though."

"Me too," Sawyer agreed, "Want to dance?"

Lydia bumped her with her shoulder, "I thought you would never ask." Taking her hand, Lydia guided her over to where she and Stiles had been dancing together. Stiles greeted her with a large smile and began swaying side to side, trying to get her to dance. Sawyer giggled at how ridiculous Stiles looked, trying to dance, but she wasn't one to talk, she was just as bad.

The three of them dance for a couple of songs, so much so that Sawyer's feet were starting to hurt and she could feel sweat collecting on the back of her neck. It felt nice to let loose a little bit, to just sway to the music and have fun with her friends. It almost felt like she was a normal teenager who was dealing with supernatural shit in her life. It made her forget for a moment and it was glorious.

Sawyer slowed down her movements when she saw put a hand to her temple, "Are you okay?" She asked.

Lydia smiled and waved it off, "Yeah, I'm fine, I think I just need to take a break."

This caused Sawyer to stop dancing completely, are fun drained from her as it was quickly replaced with worry. She pulled Lydia to the side to make sure Stiles couldn't hear their conversation, "Are you sure, you're okay?"

Lydia placed hands on her shoulders, "Sawyer I'm fine, I just need some air. Stay, have fun, dance a little."

Sawyer nodded her head hesitantly, "Alright." Her nod then became more convinced, "Alright, okay, I'll stay."

Lydia smiled brightly, "Good."

Sawyer returned it and returned to Stiles, who looked to her with confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, she just needs a break," Sawyer then noticed the change it paces of song and wrapped her arms around Stiles's neck. His hands immediately went to her waist and Sawyer ignored the jump her heart did. Slowly, with some hesitation, Sawyer placed her in the crook of Stiles's neck.

She felt Stiles wrap his arm around her waist more tightly, bringing her closer to him. His scent became the only thing that she could smell. It overwhelmed her sense but she wasn't necessarily mad about it. His scent was unique; a combination of cedar and lemon. It was a calming scent, which made no sense to her considering the type of person Stiles was.

Sawyer soon found herself getting lost in the music, in the feeling of Stiles and her dancing. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the feeling of being close to someone. It was different with Stiles; she didn't care as much about him being close to her than other people. Her initial reaction wasn't to push him away but to pull him closer. And once again, Sawyer was reminded of when he kissed her, how she felt, and how she wanted to feel that oh so desperately again.

"Sawyer," Stiles said into her ear.

"Hmmm," She mumbled back.

"I'm ah-I'm ahh, I'm really glad you're here." He stumbled through his words and pulled back causing them to look at each other. He bit his lip and Sawyer could feel his heart begin to beat faster, "I just mean, I'm glad you're here, at the dance, and in general." He looked like he wanted to say something but was having a hard time finding the correct words. Finally, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, when he opened them again, he looked more confident, "I just mean, I'm really glad that I meant you." He smiled, "You mean a lot to me." He said.

Sawyer shrugged, "Yeah, well, I'm glad I meant you too." She paused, "And you mean a lot to me too."

His eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Yeah, I mean, I don't know where I would be without you, or Scott for that matter as well." She watched as he deflated a little bit, "You two are idiots and make some super stupid decision, but you also risked your life for me."

"Yeah, well," He chuckled awkwardly, "That's wasn't really that hard of a decision to make. I couldn't very well leave you behind considering all the time you've bailed me and Scott out."

"Still, it was very brave of you and I won't ever forget it." She said and swallowed harshly, "Or you for that matter. I won't ever forget you, Stiles, because frankly, I think that shit might be impossible."

Stiles leaned forward and Sawyer sucked in a breath as she felt his lips lightly brush against hers. She could feel the flutter of his eyelashes against her cheeks. And Sawyer closed her eyes, knowing that if she just leaned in another millimeter, she would be kissing Stiles.

The moment was ruined, however, when Stiles was rudely ripped away from her by a wild, unkempt, looking Jackson. "Guys," He said and ran a hand through his hair, "I think I really fucked up."


The voices were determined to ruin her night, Lydia thought as she walked out onto the Lacrosse field. Everything had been going so smoothly, and she even began having fun, when the whispers began. She ignored them at first, thinking that the music could drown them out, but that had been a fool's move. They hadn't been drowned out by the loud music, instead, they replaced the loud music. She hadn't been able to take it anymore. She had to get out of the gym, away from people before she did something she would regret.

Lydia hadn't intended to go to the lacrosse field but it seems her feet had other plans for her. She looked around her as she took in her surroundings. The field was completely empty, and a breeze of wind caused Lydia to shiver. She swallowed as a bad feeling began taking over her.

The voices were telling her something and she couldn't quite make it out. It was like listening through a wall; they were muffled and too distorted for her to clearly understand. She wanted to understand them so badly too, she wanted to know what they were saying.

The sound of a branch made her turn around, looking back to the exit of the locker room, "Hello?" She called out. The only answer she received was the sound of the wind. "Hello?" She called out again and walked closer to where she thought she had heard the noise.

The voices were practically shouting at her but she couldn't quite make out what they were saying. "Hello, Lydia," A deep voice greeted her and Lydia whirled around to see a man in his late-thirties standing there. He was dressed in a dark red button up along with a black jacket and dark pants. She had never seen him before, but Lydia didn't need to because she already knew who he was.

"Peter." She whispered out his name.

He tilted his head to the side and smiled. Oh, that smile was so much like Sawyer's that it hurt to see it on Peter's face. "I believe it's safe to assume my daughter told you some things about me." She stood there frozen unable to reply. Peter waved a hand in the air, "Nonetheless, it doesn't matter, not after tonight at least."

Oh, Lydia didn't like the sound of that.

"You see I know my nephew has come up with some plan to kill me. I also know that the Argents will do whatever it takes to kill me because, well, let's be honest, I haven't been the best Alpha. But I am a prepared man Lydia and I always have a backup plan."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked with a quivering voice.

He took a step towards her and Lydia instinctively took a step back. Peter had the gull to look hurt, "Lydia, do you care for my daughter?" He asked her.

Lydia found her words, "She's my best friend."

He smiled sadly, "Then for her sake, I really hope you survive this."

Lydia barely had any time to react. Peter had lunged towards her and grabbed her by her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. She fought back, kicked so hard that her heels went flying, and elbowed Peter in the stomach. She had managed to squirm out of his grasp and made a mad dash towards the school. Peter was faster though, he caught up to her, tackled her to the ground, and a scream was caught in her throat as she felt a searing pain in her side.

It hurt. It felt like someone had taken a hot iron rod and jabbed it into her side. The fire was spreading throughout her body and she felt something wet with her hand. Tears slipped out of her eyes as she raised a hand to see it covered in blood. Her blood. She was bleeding, she had lava in her veins, and a scream stuck in her throat.

She could feel herself losing the battle for consciousness. She looked up at the night sky and began to name all the stars, trying to keep herself awake. As her eyes fluttered shut, dying in the middle of the lacrosse field during a Winter formal, Lydia found herself being able to hear the voices clearly. They called out her name and one was stood out among the rest. Ariel, it whispered. As she lost her battle with the darkness, Lydia closed her eyes and smiled.


She and Scott had found themselves near the buses. They had been kissing and giggling the entire way and Allison's had never felt so happy. She had never felt like such a love-sick teenager before, and the feeling of butterflies in her stomach was almost addictive.

As she was pushed up against one of the buses, she felt Scott pulling away, "Is something wrong?" She asked.

He looked conflicted for a moment but shook his head, "It's nothing," He then leaned forward pressing his lips hard against hers.

Now, Allison knows that they still have a lot of secrets between them. And that she had a lot going on in her life that she should probably figure out, but damn it did if feel good to kiss Scott. She was able to forget Kate, her father, Derek Hale, and the existence of werewolves for just a moment. The feel of Scott's hands at her waist, the heat in the pit of her stomach spreading. It was amazing and she never wanted to stop.

Allison pulled back though and smiled up at Scott, "Come on," She insisted as she pulled him towards the bus door. She entered the bus and watched as Scott stood still as if needing permission to enter. "Come on," She said again, this time motioning with her hands.

He took one step forward when the beaming of car lights surrounded him. Scott had put a hand up, trying to see who it was that was blinding him, and Allison her strained her neck to see who it was. Her heart dropped and she thought for a moment that it stopped beating. It was her father's car and she knew that could only mean one thing.

The reeving of another engine caught her attention she looked through the windshield to see that another car was there, it lights raining down on Scott. Allison could feel tears slip out of her eyes. She knew that Kate had said this was their family's legacy, but Allison thought her father would be different. She thought that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be what Kate had described him as.

Subconsciously, Allison found herself shaking her head, mouthing the word "no" over and over again.

With the squeal of tires, Allison watched in horror as the two cars speed towards Scott. She put a hand over her mouth to try and cover the scream that was trying to break free from her. She tried to close her eyes but found herself unable too, and she prepared herself for what was probably the death of her boyfriend.

Then, in an amazing move, she watched as Scott launched himself into the air and land safely on top of the hoods of the cars. But it wasn't Scott, not really, because Scott didn't have mutton chops, or fangs, or glowing yellow eyes. It was Scott though, she found herself realizing, he wasn't just Prince Charming he was also the beast. He was the Beast and Allison the huntsman. But instead of growing to hate him, Allison had fallen in love with him.

Oh, Romeo and Juliet had nothing on them.


"Jackson, I swear to god, if you got Scott killed, I'm going to fucking kill you." Sawyer growled as her, Jackson, and Stiles stalked through the hallways, towards the front doors.

After Jackson had rudely pulled her and Stiles apart, he quickly explained to them everything that had happened once he left. Including, spilling the beans to Mr. Argent about Scott, and now Scott was missing, along with Allison.

"Oh, would you shut the hell up," He snapped back, "I get it, I fucked up, what else is new this week."

"Yeah, except us fucking up hasn't cost anybody their lives." Stiles grumbled back as the through open the doors to the school.

"I thought he wasn't going to hurt him," Jackson yelled, defending himself, "He promised me."

"And you believe him?" Sawyer asked.

Jackson put his arms up in defeat, "Look, I'm not going to lie, I'm hella drunk and when I'm drunk I get emotional," He placed a hand on his chest, "So sor-ry , if I wanted to believe that Allison's father wasn't an actual werewolf murderer."

"Well isn't this a welcome sight," A voice said, startling them all. All three of them looked up to see Peter standing before them.

"Ah great," Stiles muttered from beside her, "Not this guy again."

Sawyer narrowed her eyes as she spotted blood around his mouth. His clothes also had some blood on them and Sawyer took a deep breath in. Chanel Number Five; Lydia's favorite perfume. A chilling realization washed over her and she took a step forward. "What did you do?" She asked coldly and when she saw Peter frowned Sawyer all but lunged. The only thing that stopped her was Stiles and Jackson holding her back.

"If you hurt her," Sawyer started, her eyes glowing yellow.

"She'll be fine, nothing a little first-aid can't fix." Peter said.

Sawyer struggled against the grip of the boys, but they still managed to hold her back.

"What the hell do you want?" Stiles asked from his position.

"Where's Derek?" Peter asked something dangerous flashing across his eyes.

Sawyer grounded her teeth together, keeping herself from telling him the truth. She had seen Derek just before the dance, as for now, she had no idea. "No idea." She huffed, "I thought he was dead."

"Sawyer," Peter took a step forward, "I thought your mother taught you to always tell the truth?"

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "I don't know where Derek is."

Peter frowned, "How sad," He turned to Stiles, "Perhaps you may know?"

"I know just as must as she does." He spat.

"Let me rephrase," Peter took another step forward, "Tell me where Derek is or I kill you and Hollister here." He said while pointing towards Stiles and Jackson.

"Like hell, you will," Sawyer growled.

"Sawyer, Honey, I love you will my heart but you cannot possibly take me on by yourself. So please, remove yourself from this narrative."

Sawyer went to move against him but Stiles pulled her back, "Alright, look, I don't know where Derek is but I might be able to figure it out."

"How so?"

Stiles took a deep breath, "When Scott was shot," His voice cracked on the last word, "We left before we could get Derek." He took a couple of deeper breaths, "And I know for a fact that Derek had his phone on him. So, in theory, we could track his phone."

Peter clapped his hands together, "Now, was that so hard?"


Coach Bobby Finstock found himself glaring at all the kids around him. He hated himself for accepting to chaperone this dance. Had he known that he was the first once they had asked, he would have said no to it. But he fell for the trick, again, and now he was stuck in the corner watching as hormonal teenagers had "fun".

His blood was still boiling from earlier with his interactions with McCall. He swears the one thing that will tip him over the edge is if Greenberg decided to talk to him. He might actually kill himself or murder someone if that happens. God, where was Whittemore? Maybe he could confiscate his alcohol and actually try to make this an enjoyable night.

Actually, now that he came to think of it, where the hell was Rhodes for that matter? He had seen her just twenty minutes ago dancing with Stilinski. McCall was gone as well, along with Argent, and now that he looked, Lydia Martin was gone as well. Well, this called for some investigation.

"Hey," He said to one of the other teachers that had been tricked into overseeing the dance, "I'm gonna head out back, see if anyone is hiding out there."

The teacher rolled his eyes, "Whatever man." And went back to playing something on his phone.

Bobby scoffed, "Asshole," He muttered under his breath as he stalked away from the crowd of people. He nearly rejoiced when he shut the door to the gym and the god-awful music had become muffled. However, his good mood turned sour when he felt a cold breeze.

"Damn it," He said to himself and he started marching towards the open doors, "The little shits could at least shut the doors." He had been about to slam the doors shut when he saw something in the middle of the field that made his boiling blood turn to ice in a second.

"No," He muttered to himself as he moved forward carefully, "No, no, no, no," He kept repeating to himself, now in a full-on sprint as he realized what was lying in the middle of the field. He dropped to his knees and cradled the limp head of Lydia Martin. She was covered in blood, he realized, and she was still bleeding from a wound at her side. Tearing off his jacket he rolled it up into a ball and pressed it hard against the wound.

"Come on, kid," He whispered and he put a finger to her neck, trying to find a pulse, and swore when he couldn't feel anything. "Come on, kid, come on."

Reason finally came to him as he reached for his phone in his pocket. Struggling to keep the pressure on the wound and handle his phone, Bobby somehow managed to dial 911. He was about to hit send when the flashing lights of blue and red appeared in his side vision. Well, that was fast? Wait, why was a cop here? He hadn't even hit enter yet.

"Doesn't matter," He told himself then began to use his free hand to wave over the cop, "Hey, over here, I got an injured kid."

The cop that ran over to him was a pretty boy. He was young, physically fit, and looked like he fit perfectly into a Shonda Rhimes show. The only thing that didn't fit was the worried expression on his, "Deputy Perrish," He introduced himself as he kneeled, "Is she alright?" The cop asked as he examined the wound.

He shook his head, "No, she's lost a lot of blood," he also failed to mention the bite mark, but Bobby wasn't going to bring that up, "and I couldn't find a pulse."

Perrish put a finger to her wrist and waited a couple of beats, "It's there," He said and Bobby felt some relief, "but we need to get her to the hospital."

The cop leaned down and carefully scooped Lydia into his arms, caring her bridal style. "Let's go." He said urgently.

"I can't go," Bobby insisted, "I got a dance to chaperone." He paused, "And I have to make sure that this doesn't happen again."

Perrish looked like he wanted to argue but saw there was no point, "Fine, but keep everyone inside, and if they have to leave make sure they stick to the buddy system."

Bobby shook his head, that was easy enough. "Hey," He called out to Deputy Perrish, "How did you know to come here."

He looked confused for a moment and shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, it was just a feeling."

"A feeling?" He asked in disbelief, "What you just thought someone was going to get hurt."

Perrish shook his head, "No," he said grimly, "I just had a feeling that someone was going to die."

God, he really hated this fucking town.


So, I started watching Criminal Minds, which I was very surprised to find out Jeff Davis created. Talk about doing a 180 with shows. Lol, for real though, be careful out there.