The next day, I had to get answers.

Impatient, I walked into the locker room, getting looks and whistles from the boys inside.

"Stiles, Scott!", I called, ignoring them. "Hey, Wilson, this is the men's locker room. You got something you wanna tell us?", I hear Jackson say.

I rounded on him. "Fuck off, Jackson. Take your egotism somewhere else.", I say, before looking for Stiles.

I see Stiles perk up at me in confusion while Scott was leaning against a locker with no shirt on.

"Hey, you okay?", I asked, worriedly. "You're not about to…. y'know?" I asked.

"No." Scott said, staring off into space.

"Is Allison giving you a second chance?", Stiles asked.

"Yeah.", Scott says, blankly.

"Yeah, all right, so everything's good.", Stiles exclaimed, with a smile.

"No.", Scott said, shaking his head. "No?", I ask him.

"Remember the hunters?", Scott asked me. "Her dad's one of them." My eyes widened.

"Her dad?", Stiles asked.

"They shot at us. . . ", Scott muttered.

"Allison's father?", Stiles asked.

"With a crossbow. . ."

"Allison's father?", Stiles and I asked in unison.

"Yes! Her father!", Scott yelled. He started hyperventilating "Oh, my god. Oh, my god." Stiles and I rushed over to Scott's side to comfort him. I grabbed his face in my hands.

"Hey, hey, it's okay.", I reassured.

"Oh, my god.", Scott repeated, tears bubbling in his eyes. "Scott!", I exclaimed at his panicking.

"He didn't recognize you did he?" Stiles asked.

"No, no, I don't think so.", Scott said, gulping.

"Does she know about him?", I asked, and instantly, Scott's eyes got wide.

"I don't know. What if she does?", Scott gasped and banged his head against the locker. The whistle blew outside.

Shit.

"We got to go guys.", Stiles said.

"This is going to kill me, man.", Scott whimpered.

"Look, let's just focus on lacrosse, okay? Well figure it all out later.", I reassured as Stiles picked up Scott's equipment and shoved them into his arms. "Ok, let's go." Stiles and I rushed outside with Scott behind us.

"Ok, two on two from up top!" Coach yelled. The team lined up in the middle of the field, Danny being goalie and Jackson and Jack and front of him.

Scott and I were first with Stiles and Greenberg behind us. The whistle blew and I scooped up the ball in front of me and Scott and I ran side by side towards Jack and Jackson. I dodged Jack and flung my ball into the net.

I panted and turned around to see a crowd gathering around Jackson who was on the ground.

I looked at Stiles who looked confused.

I saw Scott crouching to the ground, hands placed on either side of his head and Stiles beside him. I rushed over to him.

"Scott? Scott, you ok?", I asked.

"I can't control it, Stiles." Scott muttered. "It's happening."

"What? Right here? Now?", Stiles panicked. I looked around to see if anyone was watching us. I looked to the trees and in the distance, I saw Derek. He was just standing there, hands stuffed in his black leather jacket, just watching us. That jackass…

"Take him out of here, Stiles.", I said. Stiles struggled to lift Scott but managed, walking off the field.

I jogged to Derek. "So, you just gonna stand here while he flips the fuck out?? What the hell was that?", I asked him.

"And just what was I supposed to do? I'm not even allowed to be here. Like you said, if they find out what he is, they're bound to find out about me. About all of us. And if it's not just the hunters that's after us, it's everybody.", Derek says.

"Okay and he needs help! Instead of you standing here, twiddling your thumbs, we could actually use the advice to help him so they DON'T find out who he is!", I argued.

"And they won't. Because if he even tries to play in that game Saturday, I'm going to kill all of you myself.", he threatens, and stalks off into the woods.

I looked at his retreating back in shock and disgust. What the hell was wrong with this guy…?? What was his problem???

I shook my head and ran to go get Stiles and Scott.

"What do you mean you guys can't play tomorrow night?", Coach asked me and Scott as we walked into his office.

"We mean we can't play tomorrow night.", I said.

"You mean you guys can't wait to play tomorrow night."

"No, Coach, we can't play the game tomorrow night.", Scott corrected firmly.

"I'm not following.", Coach said, sitting on the edge of his desk and crossing his arms across his chest. I swallowed as Scott and I looked at each other.

"Um," Scott paused.

"We're having some. . ." I muttered out. "personal issues?"

"Is it a girl?"

"No?", Scott and I asked in unison.

"Is it a boy?"

"No!", Scott and I exclaimed, catching on.

"Our goalie, Danny is gay."

"Yeah, I know that, Coach, but that's not it.", Scott said.

"You don't think Danny's a good looking guy?", Coach asked.

"Uh," Scott gaped at coach.

"I think he's a good looking guy but that's not the issue.", I said.

"Is it drugs?", Coach nonchalantly asked. "You know my brother was addicted to meth. You should have seen what it did to his teeth. They were all cracked and rotted. It was disgusting."

"Someone please kill me...", I muttered.

"What happened to him?", Scott asked, making me gape at him.

"He got veneers.", Coach answered, nodding. "Is that what this is about? Are you afraid of getting hurt?"

"Coach, if I was afraid of getting hurt then I wouldn't have gotten on the team.", I said, annoyed.

"We just been having trouble dealing with aggression.", Scott said slowly.

"Well, here's the good news. That's why you play lacrosse. Problem solved.", Coach said, grinning.

"Coach, we cannot play the game tomorrow night.", I said sternly.

"Listen, Wilson, part of playing first line is taking on the responsibility of being first line.", Coach said, standing up and walking towards me and Scott. "And, McCall, you're attack man. You have to be there. Now, if you can't shoulder the responsibility then you can go back to the bench until you're ready."

"If I don't play the game, you're taking me off first line and putting Scott on the bench?", I ask him.

"Wilson, McCall, play the damn game.", Coach ordered.

Scott pulled me out of the office. What the fuck were we gonna tell Derek...

Something grabbed Scott's shoulders as I jumped to see Stiles. "Can you tell me what they're saying?", Stiles asked.

Scott pauses before replying. "We're getting curfew because of the body."

"Unbelievable.", Stiles said. "My dad's scoping out for a rabid animal while the jerk off who actually killed the girl is just hanging out doing whatever he wants.", Stiles grumbled, leaning up against the wall.

"Well, we can't exactly tell the truth about Derek.", I said.

"We can do something.", Stiles said.

"Like what?"

"Like find the other half of the body."

I looked at him incredulously. "You're insane. You don't get enough of this shit?"

Stiles pouted. "You love me, though." I roll my eyes, sighing.

We eventually did try to come up with a plan, meeting in Scott's room.

I jumped at the swinging of Scott's bedroom door being flung open.

"Jesus, Stiles.", I complained, sighing.

"I found it.", Scott says.

"Found what?" Before Scott could answer, Stiles interrupted hurriedly.

"What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And, yes, I had a lot of Adderall.", Stiles said, making me chuckle.

"I found something of Derek Hale's.", Scott finished.

"Are you kidding-- what?", Stiles asked, amazed.

"I think there's something there. I smelled blood."

"That's awesome!", Stiles exclaimed. I looked at him wide eyed. "I mean, that's terrible. Whose blood?", he corrected himself.

"I don't know." Scott answered. "But when we do, your dad'll nail Derek for murder."

"Is that a good idea??", I ask, making them look at me. "I mean, technically he is the wolf expert here. So if something happens, we're gonna need his help. Stiles isn't the answer for everything."

Stiles pouted. "Why can't I help?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.", he tells me before turning to Stiles. "And then you can help us figure out how the hell we're going to play lacrosse without shifting because no way in hell I'm going to miss that game."

I sighed. "Come on, let's go see whose blood this is."

We pulled up in front of Beacon Hills Hospital in Stiles' jeep.

We walk in, looking around. "How do we even know if the body's here?", Stiles muttered.

Scott walks up to the receptionist before reporting back to us. "The body's here. It's in the morgue."

"Okay go, before someone suspects us of something.", I rushed. He slipped into the morgue. Stiles taps me.

"Look, there's Lydia.", Stiles said, pointing at her.

"So?"

"Come on, talk to me."

"What? What do you want me to say?"

"If a guy came up to you, what would you want him to say?"

"Bring up something interesting to talk about. Ask about my interests? Etc."

"Oh, yeah, thanks for the help.", Stiles muttered as he walked over to Lydia. I roll my eyes before leaving to stand near the jeep.

Scott rushed out of the hospital with Stiles. "I smelled his blood. It's on the body."

I scrunched up my face. "Ew. Well, we got evidence but how the hell are you gonna explain that to the cops? 'I smelled his blood, that's how I know he's the murderer.', I mocked, imitating his voice. "They'll think you're crazy."

He didn't look impressed. "First off, I don't sound like that, and second that's when you come in.", he says, climbing into the jeep.

I climbed in along with Stiles. "How so?"

"You'll see.", Scott says.

"You know, I don't feel right about this." I said, as we made it back to the woods.

"It'll be fine, Sam.", Stiles reassured.

"No, it won't. What makes you think that I'm actually gonna be able to convince Derek to admit that he did it??", I asked.

"Well, the other day when I went to Derek's house, I talked to him.", Scott says. I looked at him. "And?"

"He seems to take a liking to you. So I doubt you'll have a hard time.", Scott reassured, making me narrow my eyes at him.

"I don't trust this.", I say as the burned house came into view.

"You got this.", Stiles clicked his teeth in encouragement as I walked up to the abandoned house while they backed out. The black camaro was in full view, a confirmation Derek had to be home.

I sighed and opened my mouth to call out for him but suddenly I was grabbed and slammed up against a tree.

I panted in panic, staring into the green eyes of Derek. "Easy, there…", I chuckled nervously.

"What the hell are you doing here?", he snarled lowly.

"Well, I was just thinking about what you told me the other day in the school parking lot and I was thinking maybe we could discuss this over a bite to eat?", I asked, hopeful.

His eyes widened a bit, but his scowl stayed as he loosened his grip from me.

He looked at me for a moment before huffing. "Fine."

He pulled me to his car, getting me in before getting into the driver's seat and driving off.

He brought me to a diner and sat us both down into a booth. I looked around, sighing as he plopped his scruff chin into his palm.

"I caught your name was Sam?", he asked as he looked at a menu.

I nodded. "Yeah."

He huffed. "What did you want to talk about?", he asked, finally looking at me.

I sighed again, "We gotta talk about this whole killing thing.", I say, quietly.

"It's enough that half of a body was found and apparently you need Scott's help with whatever's going on. So I'm here to ask you to help him learn how to not get so riled up so he can play the game. He really wants to do this.", I say, making him lean back with a scowl.

"You're the only one that can teach him how. If you haven't noticed, I don't know anything about this, so I can't help him. But you can. If you won't tell him, at least let me know how I can help my friend.", I pleaded.

He looked at me before sighing harshly and looking away. "Fine.", he finally says. I widened my eyes, and he looked back at me. "Only because if I don't do this, it'll bite me in the ass later."

I smiled. "Any help is good help."

His face softened just a bit as we ordered and finally got back. When we did, his Camero was stopped by cops and I was also pulled out.

I was sat aside while Derek got put into handcuffs, looking at me in disbelief. I shook my head at him, in confusion and looked for Stiles and Scott.

"What the hell are you doing?", I yelled at Scott as I stormed up to him. I looked around, seeing cops were all over Derek's place.

Scott was leaning up against Stiles' jeep, his arms crossed while Stiles was over by the house talking to his dad.

"Stiles called them, not me.", Scott says.

"I finally got on his side about this. He was gonna help us.", I say, exasperated, and running my fingers through my coiled hair. "What the fuck?"

Stiles walked up to us. I pushed him. "You just couldn't hold your water, could you???"

He looked at me in shock. "He was gonna help us. Regardless of what was on the body, he was gonna help us. You couldn't keep it together for a couple of minutes??? Really, Stiles?", I ask, in disbelief.

He looked ashamed. I shook my head. "We're fucked. If we go on that field, and he fucking loses it," I pointed at Scott. "Then everyone will know."

I sigh harshly. "Take me home. Now."

The next day came and I was all but focused on too many things.

The lights, the sweating, the cheering… I can't imagine how Scott feels.

Shaking my head, I rushed forward to the net. I slid past one of the opponents and ducked under another and took my shot. I flung my stick forward and launched the ball into the net.

A whistle screeched, confirming another point won. I looked at the scoreboard. Four to five.

Shit.

I looked behind me, seeing Scott's eyes once again a golden yellow color. His fangs were even protruding at his bottom lip.

Fuck me.

"Scott.", I harshly whispered, catching his attention. He looked at me and I shook my head, pointing at my eyes. He ignored me and rushed forward, slamming himself into the guy, the impact making him fly back. Scott scooped up the ball and fired it at me.

I caught it and bolted to the goal and scored. I panted heavily as the whistle blew and Jackson got the ball who tossed it to Greenberg and he tossed it to me.

What a dope.

I raced to the goal only to stop when three attack men stood in front of me and two more standing behind me.

I only have seventeen seconds left in the game. Two attack men charged at me, making me choose a decision to shoot the ball towards the net.

I widened my eyes as the ball actually went into the net and we won. I smiled in relief and looked at Scott, only to see him racing off towards the school.

I sighed in worry. Looking around, I catch a familiar face into the tree line and I sneak off to the woods.

I step into the darkness to see Derek's fallen face. "We made it…", I say, trying to reassure him. He didn't look happy, but not angry like he usually does. "I saw."

"How'd you get out?", I asked. He shook his head. "Funny you should ask that.", he says, maliciously, making my shoulders lower in shame.

"Sam!", I heard Stiles call. I looked to see him running toward me and looked back at Derek to warn him, but he was already gone.

I sigh and leave the trees, meeting Stiles halfway. "Hey, you ok?"

"Yeah.", I say. "Where's Scott?"

"At the school."

"Let's go then." We ran back to the school building, running into the locker room. As we looked around, we caught Scott kissing Allison. I pulled Stiles out of the locker room, and stood by the walls.

Eventually Allison came out, smiling at us. "Stiles, Samantha.", she nodded as she left.

Scott walked to us, smiling like a lovesick puppy..

"I kissed her.", Scott said, dazedly.

"We saw.", Stiles said.

"She kissed me.", Scott says, happily.

"Saw that too, bud.", Stiles said. "That's pretty good, huh?"

"I don't know how but I controlled it.", Scott said. "Well, good. You found your peace.", I smiled.

"My dad got a call." Stiles said. "Said the medical examiner looked at the other half of the body."

"And?", Scott and I questioned him.

"The medical examiner determined the killer of the girl, animal, not human.", he said, dejectedly.

"Derek's human, not animal.", Stiles says.

"Derek's not the killer.", Scott said.

"Derek was let out of jail.", I say.

"Are you kidding?", Scott asked me.

"No, and here's a bigger kick in the ass.", Stiles sighed. "My dad ID the dead girl, both halves. Her name was Laura Hale."

"Hale?!"

"Derek's sister….", I said, realizing our mistake.