A/N: I wanna thank sunrisekisses for the review. Originally I was worried about getting reviews, but at this point I've fallen in love with writing the story and the character relationships I've created during the journey of forging Sammy as a character. I do thank all for leaving the reviews that they have, but it's okay if people don't leave the reviews. The story is as much for myself as it is for others. Thank you for your impression of Sammy and her character development, I really appreciate it :)

Happy reading!

-redwoodoriginal

******TRIGGER WARNING*******

(Content related to suicidal ideation, committing suicide, and assault)

Chapter 41: Motel California

The bus pulled into the parking lot of some run down, old motel, and everyone disembarked the bus with their bags. Sammy stood outside the bus door with Lydia and Allison, and the three of them looked at the lodgings before them with disgust.

Coach blew his whistle and said, "Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely." Students approached him and started taking keys to their rooms for the night. "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants! Got that? Keep your dirty hands little hands to your dirty little selves!"

"Lydia?" Allison asked, looking back at the redhead who hadn't moved from where she was standing.

"I don't like this place," Lydia half whispered. She had a strange look on her face.

"I don't think the people who own this place, like this place," Allison tried to joke, but Sammy shook her head.

"Wait, like you don't like it because you're disgusted by it or because you feel like you're gonna find a monster or dead body?" Sammy asked, knowing that Lydia had been developing a sixth sense for the dark and twisty things in their lives.

"Come on, guys. It's just for a night," Allison said in a worried tone, trying to convince the girls to just go with it.

"A lot can happen in one night," Lydia said quietly, still shaken by the feeling she got from the surrounding structures.

"Hey, Stilinski!" A girl called after her, walking over with a room key. "Looks like you and I are bunking up for the night." It was Sonya Vaintrub. She was this rich asian girl that her parents adopted from a small village in China, and she really didn't like Sammy.

"And you're good with that, Sonya?" Sammy asked with a half smile, trying to sound polite.

"Oh yeah, it should be so fun! Like the sleepovers we used to have in middle school!" Sonya grinned, but Sammy could detect the disdain in her voice. She looked back at Lydia and Allison.

"We'll be fine. Have fun with Sonya," Allison said sarcastically. Sammy sighed and turned to go with the one person on this trip to the cross-country meet that hated her more than anyone else.

"So, got any juicy new bits of gossip?" Sonya asked as the two of them made their way to their designated motel room.

"What?" Sammy said, confused. It almost sounded like Sonya wanted to socialize with her.

"You know...gossip. Like which guy in the school you're sleeping with now-"

"You really don't waste time, do you?" Sammy asked, watching Sonya unlock the door to their lackluster room for the night.

"I mean, after you turned Thomas, Cole, and Brandon into social pariahs, I figured you'd moved onto the next. I mean, was Matt before or after those three?"

"Sonya, Imma need you to shut the fuck up, right now," Sammy snapped as she set her duffel bag on the twin bed she had to sleep in, just a few feet away from this conceited bitch.

"Well, really we could just call you a black widow since everyone you have sex with dies. Should we be waiting for that creep, Derek Hale, to drop dead too? What about your boyfriend, Aiden Steiner?" Sonya said, her words biting into Sammy's patience.

"Are you kidding me? Derek wasn't that old, and Aiden isn't my boyfriend anymore, so drop it-"

"So Aiden's available? Oh, wow, maybe I'll introduce myself-" Sammy interrupted her by pressing Sonya up against the wall, trapping her chest against the plaster with her arm.

"If you go anywhere near him, I will ruin your entire highschool career," Sammy threatened.

"You wouldn't dare," Sonya grumbled.

"Oh I would. I'll tell everyone who you were zooming the summer before freshman year. You were, what, like fourteen? I won't be the only girl everyone calls a slut...skank...whore...whatever it is that you call me behind my back. Understand?" Sammy looked at her for confirmation, but Sonya just smirked.

"You're such a bitch, Sammy. You know that?" Sonya smiled now. "Sweet, sheriff's daughter, Samantha Stilinski. I cannot believe we used to be friends."

"We used to be friends until you decided I was too poor to be in your presence. Don't blame it on me being a bitch," Sammy said flatly before letting Sonya go. "I'm gonna go hang out with my brother. You can be a snake all by your lonesome," Sammy sighed before heading out the door.

As she started wandering down the hall, trying to track her brother's scent to find his room, Sammy caught another scent. It was one she was all too familiar with. It was Aiden. Sammy turned around to find him standing there, leaning up against the wall in his leather jacket.

"Wha-what are you doing here? I thought you had stuff to take care of in Beacon?" Sammy asked, and Aiden just smiled.

"You said you wanted to talk, Ethan made that clear when he told me not to mess it up again," Aiden told her. It was weird that he was there with her in the motel, but she was so scared of questioning it. She felt like a deer in headlights, and if she moved wrong, she was going to get hit by the car ahead of her.

"Uh, yeah, I wanna talk," Sammy said sheepishly, feeling even less confident than she had when she finally texted Aiden back on the bus ride.

"Well come on, I have a room and no one I'm sharing with," Aiden told her. He gestured for her to follow him down the walk way and over to the room at the end of the line.

"You got yourself a room?" Sammy asked, and Aiden nodded.

"I figured you wouldn't want to bunk with just anyone from the cross-country team," Aiden explained. Sammy just laughed.

"You expected me to sleep in here, with you?" She teased. It felt like nothing had changed, like it did before she found out about why they originally got together.

"Of course, I mean I don't have to sleep in the bed with you if you don't want me to, but if you did...if you did want me to…"

"Can we talk first, and then I can decide?" Sammy inquired, and Aiden seemed to be more pleased with himself than anything. He was the same smug teenager she found in a Sunday morning farmers' market. Except Sammy expected him to be behaving more like her. She expected him to be awkward and subtly keeping her at arms length in their conversation. She said things that hurt him, and he'd done nothing but try and explain himself. She's currently treating him that way, but solely because she'd had the epiphany that she didn't know what was real and what was a lie. She didn't know what to trust, or who to trust.

"What do you want to talk about? The fact that I met you in the first place because Deucalion told me to?" He asked. Sammy froze.

"I-Uh...You know what? Yeah, sure. We can start there and work our way forward," Sammy decided. She realized Aiden was sitting on the bed, so she moved and sat with him.

"I've already told you, the reason for our meeting does not change how I've come to feel about you," Aiden said to her, his voice changing. It lowered the way it did when they were having an intimate moment. She stopped looking at her feet and met his eyes. Large and brown, looking just as warm and inviting as they did the first night they spent together. "I told you that night that I love you. You know I meant it," Aiden said in that sultry tone. He was so close to her now that she could feel the warmth of his body next to her's, the gentle brush of his breath on her skin.

Sammy couldn't control herself as she lurched forward. The intense desire to feel him the way she used to feel him took control of every move she made. She'd gotten on top of him, straddling her legs over his hips. Their hands were unstoppable. It was like Aiden had no intention of talking to her. Everything about this was fervent, aggressive. She felt like she'd been going through withdrawal until he touched her again. His hands reached for her hair, bringing her head down to his. The kissing was just like it was the first time he'd ever made out with her. The magic, the neediness, the addiction, it was all there.

"God, I have missed this," Sammy breathed, rushing the words as Aiden drifted from her lips and kissed down the side of her neck. When he traveled back up to her lips, Aiden stopped kissing her, just for a moment, and smiled before flipping her over. Now he was on top of her, his hands reaching for things that hadn't felt him in a long time.

"Instead of trying to tell you I love you all over again, I'm going to show you," Aiden whispered in her ear. Sammy giggled at his words, her nails digging into his back as she felt him reaching for the top of her pants. Sammy looked over at the wall and realized there was more than just one shadow. Aiden wasn't the only one there. There wasn't just one set of hands feeling her up.

Her head whipped back to Aiden and he was gone. He wasn't there, and now she was afraid he hadn't been there at all. When she faced her partner in this indisposed position, she saw three faces she thought she'd never see again, and for a very good reason. Thomas, Cole, and Brandon were working over her the way they would have if things had been consensual that night.

"No…" Sammy started to say, but now Brandon was reaching into her leggings. "No!" She screamed at him. She started to fight back, pushing the boys off of her, but they were persistent. Cole and Thomas did their very best to hold her down with their collective body weight. They trapped her hands down to the bed, and held her shoulders down so she couldn't properly fight Brandon, who was straddling her legs.

"See, we never needed the drugs after all. Because deep down, you liked what we did to you," Brandon told her with a confident smirk on his face. Now that? That pissed Sammy off.

"No! I don't like it, and you still would've needed a hell of a lot of drugs!" Sammy roared as she shifted, skin turning dark, claws extending, eyes burning green.

She threw all three of them off of her, but that wasn't enough for her.

"Now I have to kill the three of you, all over again!" She snarled.

Sammy charged Cole, snapping his neck like it was nothing. The moment she did that, Cole vanished in a puff of smoke. Thomas came charging after her, grabbing her hair and yanking her back, but that was his mistake. Sammy slapped him across the face, her claws raking across the facial features that many girls in the school were dying to have before Sammy unmasked him as a rapist. Not Scooby Doo style, but it was enough to make him as unwanted for them as she unwanted him that night.

"You bitch! I'm gonna-" Thomas yelled, but Sammy stopped him from making another sound. Literally. She ripped out his esophagus, his vocal cords with it, and kicked him in the chest. Thomas crumbled, but the moment he hit the ground, he also vanished in a puff of smoke.

"You know, you were right when you told me I'd turned you into a monster," Brandon said, just standing there. He wasn't trying to attack her.

"And?" Sammy snarled, pleased with herself that he got to see his friends die so easily at her hand.

"I'm honestly shocked. I didn't think it would be this hot to see you like this," Brandon sneered.

"And now you're dead, again," Sammy sighed, clawing her right hand straight into his abdomen. Unfortunately, Sammy didn't find the puff of smoke, or the satisfaction that she did in the first two kills. He didn't cry out in pain, he didn't fight back, he just smiled at her. Brandon's eyes bore into hers as she adjusted. Dark brown eyes, lined with eyeliner and false lashes were staring back at her. Sammy's blood ran cold as that lipsticked smile beamed at her.

"You've really spiraled, haven't you?" Erica asked. Her voice threw pins and needles down Sammy's spine. "You know, there was once a time when you would've begged Derek not to kill them. But here you are, doing the dirty work yourself for the second time," Erica taunted her. Sammy looked down at her hand, still embedded in Erica's abdomen. When she pulled her hand out, there was no blood, nothing.

"How-"

"How am I here? How is there no blood? Well, there's no blood because I'm dead. You know that, Sammy. Don't start slipping on the details now," Erica laughed, brushing her perfect blonde curls back from her shoulders. "And I'm not 100% sure why I'm here. I was dead, then you decided to come to this seedy, but oddly supernaturally special, motel. Now I'm here, and I don't really wanna leave. Sorry, Sammy," Erica mused, rather pleased with herself.

"Last time I saw you, I was hallucinating on drugs. Is that what this is? Did someone slip me drugs? Did I take them on my own and now I'm hallucinating so badly that I don't remember taking them?" Sammy was beginning to panic.

"Aw! Pretty, perfect princess. You're such a terrible person. A freak really. The second you get the bite, you revolt and abandon your true pack, you betray all of your friends, your brother, and then you start killing people. Talk about taking a wrong turn down a dark road," Erica chirped, sounding so elated and happy to be tearing Sammy down with her words. It was like breaking her down was the most entertaining thing she'd done in a while. "You know, it really should have been you. You should be the one six feet under and I should be the one canoodling it up with werewolf boys. Boyd and I? We had plans...It should have been you," Erica sighed, completely convinced that her circumstances were wrong, a mistake.

"I know-"

"You've squandered everything life has given you! You get power and immediately assert it over others! Genetics made you this pretty, perfect little bombshell and you turn guys away so aggressively that they feel the need to assault you to even get a taste of your perfectness! You get this super hot, amazing boyfriend that turns out to be an evil alpha whose leader tells you to kill me, and you do it! You make all these mistakes, and everyone still loves you! It should've been you that got killed! You should've let me go and taken me to Derek! You should've let me go and let the Alpha pack kill you in retaliation! Instead you did what they said, and went against everything your Sheriff daddy raised you to be! It should've been you!"

"I know it should've been me!" Sammy snapped. "I should be the dead one!" Sammy yelled. Erica was shocked that Sammy actually agreed with her.

"Yes! Thank you, really. I've been trying to make you see it for so long," Erica celebrated. She genuinely looked happy with the realization that Sammy just admitted to having.

The motel room around them began to melt. At first, it looked like the room was just sweltering in the heat, but Sammy felt nothing, no changes in the temperature. Then the structures of the surrounding room began to lose their opacity, becoming more and more translucent until she truly saw where they were standing.

She was on the roof of the motel, her feet perfectly balanced on the edge of the roof peak, the highest point she could possibly be and still fall straight to the ground with no obstructions. Erica was standing behind her, gently holding her shoulders, almost relaxing her. Two stories up, and all Sammy could think about was if she could handle that kind of just. It wasn't very far, but it was certainly not as far as Derek and Ennis fell.

"You wanna know something?" Erica began. "We could just switch places. As simple as that. All you have to do is lean forward," she crooned. Erica was gently playing with Sammy's hair, attempting to soothe her.

"Oh, and you know how beautiful it would be if I got to come back? I can't tell you how much I've missed feeling the sun on my face, wind on my skin...lord even sex. All of it will feel so much better the second time around," Erica celebrated. She couldn't see her face, but Sammy imagined that Erica was smiling almost nostalgically. Sammy's heart felt heavy in her chest, like it wanted to fall into the pit of her stomach.

"What about my dad? Stiles?" Sammy mentioned, unable to get her family out of her head.

"Oh, they'll be sad at first, but after a while I think they'll be thankful," Erica reasoned.

"What do you mean?" Sammy asked, tears slowly welling up in her eyes.

"Well, a lot of their trouble, a lot of their drama, comes from the things that happen to you. Everything bad that has happened to you, has also affected them. They love you so much, and yet you keep putting through the ringer," Erica explained, her sultry voice crooning in her ear.

"I already told Aiden I wanted to talk to him about things. He told me he loved me and I-"

"Shh," Erica hushed, "Even he would be better off without you. Deucalian can't threaten you to control him, he won't have to watch you continue to fall down this rabbit hole of murder and rule breaking, and best of all? If you do it right here, he won't feel like he could've done anything to stop it." Erica was so sure of herself. Sammy was afraid, knowing how right Erica was, and knowing how much Sammy just wanted to give up on herself.

After a period of silence, the wind gently brushing through her hair, Sammy responded. "Will I heal? From the fall? I mean...will it work?"

Erica gently chuckled and said, "Doesn't matter how well you can heal or not, Sammy. If you fall head first, your skull will crack open like an egg on the pavement. You won't come back from that." Erica's words were intoxicating at that point. The sound of them made her feel the way she did when she listened to calm music. The words relaxed her, like there was nothing left for her to do. This was her last item on a list to check off.

Sammy turned around, putting her back to the edge, allowing herself to properly face Erica. The beautiful blonde was wearing the same outfit she loved wearing when she was alive. Her leather jacket was the most memorable thing about the blonde bombshell, and Sammy could almost smell it. The crinkled leather on her was the last thing Sammy ever thought she'd see again, but it felt complete to see it one last time.

"I don't know if I'm ready," Sammy whispered. The only thing Erica could do was smile one last time.

"You are, you just don't want to admit it," Erica mused. Her eyes were so welcoming, and the feeling welling up inside of Sammy was so warm. "It's okay," Erica said one last time. Sammy smiled back, tears now streaming down her cheeks.

"It's okay," Sammy mirrored with the smile relaxing into a gentle tug at the corners of her lips. Sammy watched Erica vanish like smoke in the wind as she slipped back, the rush of the fall billowing through her hair.

What would've been a few seconds had been cut even shorter. Instead of the painless, skull crushing impact against the pavement, Sammy felt like she'd been hit by a truck. Something warm had enveloped her, holding her tight and keeping her head against it as they settled on the ground with a much heavier thud than she expected. She had expected to barely catch a thud at all, but here she was, tightly held by someone, her heart not even racing. She was perfectly calm, all the while her would-be rescuer's heart was pounding.

"God, Sammy, what were you thinking?" It was Ethan, holding her tightly. It was almost terrifying that for a moment, she'd mistaken him for Aiden.

"I...I was done," Sammy said slowly, the tears still falling down her expressionless face.

"You were done?" Ethan's breath seemed to hitch in his throat.

"I was ready to d-"

"Sammy, no, no, no you weren't. Something's wrong with this place. I was hallucinating and your brother and Lydia snapped me out of it. They stopped me from tearing myself apart. You're doing the same thing aren't you?"

"W-what?" Sammy was snapped to attention, the panic welling in her chest, tears rolling down her cheeks even faster.

"What did you see before you fell?"

"I saw...Erica. Well, first I saw Aiden, then he turned into...uh...and then I saw Erica, the girl from Derek's pack that Deucalian stupidly convinced me to-"

"It wasn't real," Ethan cut her off, the worry so prevalent in his eyes.

"What?"

"It wasn't real. You were hallucinating. Erica is dead, Aiden isn't here, and you don't want to die. You want to live don't you?"

Sammy was about to answer, but she heard footsteps running up to them.

"We heard yelling!" It was Stiles, sprinting up to them with Lydia in tow.

"Sammy...she was on the roof, and she jumped. I caught her, but she's still out of it I think," Ethan explained, unable to let go of Sammy.

"You know, now I'm really glad we saved you," Stiles said quickly as he and Lydia rushed over to his little sister's side. Ethan handed Sammy off to Stiles.

"Aiden would've killed me if something happened to her on a stupid trip to a cross-country meet," Ethan said before leaving.

"Sammy? Sammy are you okay?" Lydia asked. Sammy was still crying, trying to figure out what the hell just happened as her thoughts all snowballed.

"She said everyone would be better off without me," Sammy whispered.

Stiles tried to say, "Who said that to you? They were obviously lying to-"

"It was Erica. She told me we could switch places, that I was wasting my life. She said I put all of you through so much, and you'd be better off without me," Sammy managed to get out as her voice shook in distress.

"You do put us through a lot," Stiles agreed for a moment. "Except no one loves you any less because of it. No matter what happens, you put us through a lot because we are always going to be there for you. Okay? No one would be better off without you, I promise," Stiles reassured her, rubbing her back gently to attempt to console her.

"Come on, Sammy. You gotta be kidding if you think I'd be better off without you. You're one of my best friends. No matter what, I always have you, and you have me too," Lydia whispered, leaning down to hug Sammy tightly.

"Okay," Sammy whispered, nodding into Lydia's chest.

"Come on, we gotta find Scott," Stiles said as they got Sammy to her feet.

"Is he going through the same thing?" Sammy asked as they started leading her around the building into the main parking lot.

"Maybe. Currently, the affected parties are Ethan, Boyd, Isaac, and you. So, odds are, Scott is too. And the last time this happened, Lydia had drugged everyone with wolfsbane at her birthday party," Stiles explained. Allison ran down some stairs and caught up to them.

"Hey, I can't find Scott anywhere," she reported.

"It's happening to him too, isn't it? We just found my own damn sister trying to swan dive off the roof," Stiles rushed.

"It has to be happening to Scott too," Lydia answered. "Didn't you say there was another flare on the bus?"

"Yeah, I'll get it," Stiles said, but it was too late. The four of them stopped in their tracks to see Scott, in the middle of the main parking lot, with the flare burning in his hand. He was dripping with something...gasoline. She could smell it.

"Scott…" Allison said, approaching him slowly. He seemed so out of it. "Scott?" She said again, Stiles walking with her. Lydia held Sammy back, the two of them keeping clear of the scene.

"It's gonna be okay, Sammy," Lydia said, though her voice seemed unsure.

"He's covered in gasoline, holding a flare, and you're gonna tell me it's gonna be okay?" Sammy refuted. Lydia shook her head.

"Fine, correction, you're gonna be fine. Hopefully, Scott will be fine too," Lydia adjusted. Sammy nodded lightly.

"Yeah, hopefully you're right," Sammy whispered, her eyes glancing at the can of gasoline dumped over next to Scott.

"There's no hope," Scott finally said, weakly.

"What do you mean, Scott? There's always hope." Allison was trying to smile, to comfort him, but she was as afraid as the rest of them were.

"Not for me," Scott replied. "Not for Derek." The words rang in her ears. Sammy thought there was no hope for her either, but Ethan told her that was a hallucination, so the only thing she could do was try to believe him.

"Derek wasn't your fault. You know Derek wasn't your fault," Allison stated, her eyes watering and turning red. She wasn't ready for the situation unfolding before her.

"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed," Scott said flatly.

"Scott, listen to me, okay? This isn't you, all right?" Stiles began, stepping closer to his friend. "This is someone inside your head, telling you to do this. Okay? Now-"

"What if it isn't?" Scott interjected. "What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else?" Scott began to cry. "It all started that night, the night I got bit. You remember the way it was before that?" Scott asked Stiles, earning a nod. "We were...we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again," Scott suggested, still looking at the ground, his breath shaking from his own fear and sadness. But then he looked up and said, "No one at all."

He tilted the flare in his hand, the flame slowly growing closer to his gasoline doused hand.

"Scott, just listen to me, okay?" Stiles said, continuing to step closer.

"Wait, Stiles-" Sammy was about to interrupt, afraid for her brother getting that close to the possible flames, but Lydia squeezed her hand, keeping her from intervening.

"You're not no one," Stiles continued. "Okay? You're someone. You're...Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Scott, you're my brother," Stiles declared softly, his voice shaking. He was as afraid for himself as he was for Scott. "All right, so…" Stiles stepped into the gasoline. Sammy couldn't watch. She ducked her head into the crook of Lydia's neck, hiding her face in locks of red hair.

"So if you're gonna do this, then...I think you're just gonna have to take me with you then. All right?"

Sammy was shaking uncontrollably. She tried to kill herself, and now her brother was trying to save Scott, while also risking his own life. If she had to keep living, she couldn't do without her brother. There was nothing she could do without knowing her brother was always going to be around for her. But then Sammy's heart stopped at the sound of something hitting the ground. Sammy whipped her head around and saw that Stiles had thrown the flare away from Scott.

Unfortunately, the wind changed, and the flare began rolling back towards the gasoline. Lighting the flames.

"No!" Lydia screamed. She shoved Sammy out of the way and rushed forward to move Scott and Stiles. She forced the two boys to the ground, both she and Stiles shielding Scott as the flames billowed upward.

"I don't wanna know," it was Coach, boarding the bus. "I really don't wanna know," he reaffirmed as the gaggle of disgruntled teenagers woke up. They'd all slept on the bus that night, too bugged out to sleep in the motel rooms they'd been assigned.

"But in case you missed the announcement, the meet's cancelled, so we're heading home. Pack it in. Pack it in!" Coach yelled. Sammy realized she was snuggled into her brother's side, so she adjusted and sat up right.

Briefly, they were confused by Ethen sitting down next to Scott.

"I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life," Ethan stated outright.

"Actually, I saved your life, but not that it matters that much...it's just...it's a minor detail compared to you saving my sister," Stiles said, sounding oddly thankful to Ethan. Well, it wasn't odd that Stiles would be thankful for someone who saved his sister, but it was odd for Stiles to admit that someone he didn't trust did something good.

"So, I'm gonna give you something," Ethan continued. Sammy leaned in to listen, but ended up just pressing her forehead into the seat in front of her. "We're pretty sure Derek's still alive. But he killed one of ours. That means one of two things can happen. Either he joins our pack-"

"And kills his own," Scott added.

"Or Kali goes after him, and we kill him. That's the way it works. That's the way Deucalian runs things," Ethan said, grabbing the seat bench ahead of him to get up.

"You know, your little code of ethics there, is sort of barbaric, just FYI," Stiles said sarcastically.

"Eh, you're right," Sammy shrugged. Stiles got up from their shared bench and moved to sit next to Scott.

"Hey, coach, can I see your whistle for a second?" Lydia said, catching their attention. She took the whistle right off of Coach's head. She sat down with it and examined it strangely in front of their little group. She put her thumb over the hole on the top and blew into it, the muted sound covered into her hands. She revealed black powder on her palm.

"Wolfsbane," Lydia announced, looking as surprised as the rest of them that it was in Coach's whistle.

Stiles started with, "So, every time the coach blew the whistle on the bus, Scott, Isaac, Boyd, Sammy-"

"And Ethan," Lydia added.

"We all inhaled it," Scott said.

"You were all poisoned by it," Allison declared.

"So that's how the Darach got in their heads. That's how he did it," Stiles said. But Sammy was afraid that the powder may not have triggered her emotions, just pushed her over the edge. But then she was distracted by Stiles snatching the whistle from Lydia. As the bus got rolling, Stiles lurched for the window to open it up.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!" Coach called out, trying to stop him. The whistle clattered to the ground outside. "Stilinski!" Coach yelled out, but it was too late to retrieve it. They were already leaving.

It was over.