Currently, Stiles, Derek, and Scott were standing over maps of the abandoned bank as I glanced out the window.

"Can we fit in there?", Scott asked, looking at the blueprints in confusion.

"Yes, we can but very, very barely. Also they patched the wall, obviously so we're—"

"You're making this more difficult than it has to be. We're on a time crunch here.", I say, turning to Stiles.

"Sam, if you'd let me finish. As I was saying, we're going to need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit—"

"Look, forget the drill.", Derek interrupted, making Stiles frown.

"Sorry?"

"If I go in first, how much space do I have?", Derek asked. Stiles stood up straight.

"Wha-what do you think you're gonna do, Derek? You gonna punch through the wall?"

"Yes, Stiles. I'm going to punch through the wall.", Derek smiled. Me and Peter smiled at the interaction.

"Okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big ole' fist. Make it, come on, get it out there. Don't be scared.", Derek lifted his fist, shaking his head at me. "Big, bad wolf! Yeah, look at that." Stiles grabbed Derek's fist.

"Stiles," I warned. Stiles put his hand straight a few inches away from Derek's.

"Okay, see this? That's maybe three inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid c—" Derek punched Stiles' hand, making the boy recoil and slam against the table.

"Aaah.", Stiles cried, crawling away from Derek. "You can do it."

"I'll get through the wall. Who's following me down?", Derek asked, eyes revolving around the room.

"I can.", I raised my hand.

"No.", Derek and Scott simultaneously said, turning to me. I gaped at them. "Really?"

"You're not coming.", Derek refused.

"Really? Who's gonna help you? Sheriff Jr or the psycho?", I challenged. Derek raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms as he glanced at his uncle. I gaped at him. "Really?"

Peter shook his head. "Don't look at me. I'm not up to fighting speed yet.", Peter surrendered.

"But you were okay with killing not too long ago.", I said.

Peter ignored me. "With Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself."

"So I'm just supposed to let them die?", Derek looked at his uncle in disbelief.

"One of them is already dead.", Peter countered.

"We don't know that.", Derek denied.

"Do I have to remind you what we're up against here? A pack of Alphas. All of them. Killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine their bodies to form one giant Alpha." Peter looked away. "I'm sure Erica and Boyd are sweet kids and they are going to be missed."

"Can someone kill him again please?", Stiles asked.

"I second that.", I say.

"Derek, seriously? Not worth the risk." Peter crossed his arms over his chest.

"What about you?", Derek asked Scott.

"Yeah, if you want me to co—" Stiles began.

"Not you.", Derek shook his head.

"Scott.", Stiles nodded and turned to his best friend.

"I don't know about Erica, but if Boyd's still alive we gotta do something. We've got to try."

"But?", Derek pressed.

"Who's the other girl? The one locked in there with Boyd?"

"If we knew that then this wouldn't be an added problem.", I frowned.

Scott and Derek left me with the other two, waiting and pacing as they were on the mission.

"I can't take waiting around like this. It's nerve wracking. My nerves are wracked! They're severely wracked!", Stiles fidgeted by the window watching the full moon.

Derek put me under surveillance of his uncle to make sure I didn't go out and try to crash the Alphas' bank hideout with him and Scott. Peter and I were sitting on the couch, me sitting on the arm of the couch, that is.

"I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it's over.", Peter calmly suggested.

"And I'd whoop your ass right after.", I say, tilting my head to the side as a challenge.

"Do you think Erica's really dead?"

"Do you think I really care?", Peter retorted.

"I just don't understand the bank though. Like why, why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair or something! They're an Alpha pack, shouldn't they have a lair?", Stiles continued.

"Stiles, they're werewolves. This isn't a James Bond movie.", I say, confused.

But one thing did bother me. Peter said both of them would be dead by tonight.

"Wait a sec! Maybe they're living there! You know, like maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens!", Stiles exclaimed. I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Wolf dens…", Peter and I said at the same time.

"Yeah! Wolf dens!" Stiles repeated. "Where do you live?", Stiles asked Peter.

"In an underground network of caves deep in the woods."

"Wow, really?", Stiles asked, astonished.

"No, you idiot. I have an apartment downtown."

"Shocking.", I commented. Peter rolled his eyes, leaning his head back and closed his eyes.

"Still! That proves that there's something up with the bank! And why wait around for the full moon. Why not just kill them whenever they want to.", Stiles pressed.

"Maybe they think it's poetic.", Peter suggested, his eyes still closed.

"They've already had three full moons to be poetic.", Stiles clarified. I got up and walked to the table, flipping through the blueprints.

"And here you've only had one full hour to be so annoy—" Peter stopped mid sentence.

"No, no finish what you're saying. I'm annoy- what were you going to say there?", Stiles wondered.

"There are no windows in vaults, right?", I asked, looking at the blue prints.

Peter looked at me and his eyes widened a bit as he sat up. "What were the walls made of?", he asked.

"I don't know like, wood and brick—"

"No, the vault, what were the walls made of?", Peter rushed over to me and started rummaging through Stiles' papers. "It doesn't say it. Where would it say it? The materials? The type of stone?", Peter muttered.

My heart dropped in realization. "What if they knew?" They both looked at me. "What if who knew?", Stiles asked, confused.

"What if the Alphas somehow knew we'd—Scott and Derek—would come and save Boyd and Erica, or—or the other girl in there."

"How would they know?"

"It's kinda what happens when you have people that are held hostage, Stiles. There's always a catch. They're always one step ahead." I say, looking at the papers.

"They knew Derek wouldn't leave his betas to die. What if they knew we were looking for them all summer? They didn't bother showing themselves for a reason. They wanted us to relax and lower our guards.", I say, dropping the papers.

"Sam, that's crazy.", Stiles disagreed.

"No, it's not.", Peter shook his head, coming to a realization. "No, no. It's all starting to make sense. When Deucalion said both of them would be dead by the full moon, he meant it. If he wanted to kill Boyd and the other girl, he would have on the full moons already. He doesn't want them dead…he wants Derek and Scott!"

"It was a trap. Oh my God," I panicked and ran out of the loft.

I sped to the abandoned bank vault and found my way in, climbing on the fire escape.

After finding an opened air conditioning vent, I crawled to the sound of loud growls and yells. I jumped out and found the huge hole Derek had created with his fist.

I entered the room filled with ravenous, bloodthirsty wolves. I spotted a dark haired girl I've never seen before. Then I saw Boyd, and finally Scott.

They were in the middle of a fight which bothered me. If Boyd was kept in here for so long, he wasn't gonna be able to think straight, much less fight off his werewolf instincts.

Scott jumped on top of Boyd and they were snarling at each other. I couldn't find Derek.
I looked around and found him pressed up against a wall staring out at the fight.

"Derek!", I yelled, making him look over at me.

"Sam?", Derek exclaimed, shocked.

Scott shoulder rammed Boyd, knocking him out.
Scott and I ran over to Derek as he pushed the girl off of him and we backed against the stonewall.

"You know her?", Scott asked Derek, who seemed shocked and out of it. "She's my sister! My younger sister!", Derek panted, bewildered.

"What the hell is she doing here?", Scott asked.

"Like I have a clue, I thought she was dead!", Derek cried.

"What the hell are you doing here?", Scott asked me. Before I could answer, the open vault door revealed Allison.

"What the hell is she doing here?", I groaned.

"Look out!", Allison warned Scott. Scott was thrown across the room several times by Boyd. Derek's sister came towards us and I raised my hand to her, stopping her in place.

"What're you doing!?", Derek rushed to defend her.

"You wanna get your throat slashed!?", I yelled, keeping the girl from attacking us. I looked over at Allison who crouched to the floor and stared at a line of black surrounding the room. My eyes widened. Mountain ash.

"No, don't break the seal!", Derek roared. "Don't you fucking dare, Allison!", I yelled.

"Boyd!", Allison shouted, getting the vicious wolf's attention away from Scott. She parted the line and Boyd dropped Scott to the ground. The two uncontrollable werewolves finally run out. I rushed towards Allison.

"Don't touch her!", Scott bellowed as I grabbed Allison by her shirt. Scott and Derek rushed out of the vault.

"What the fuck were you thinking?", Derek yelled.

"I had to do something!", she defended herself.

"She saved our lives.", Scott said. I glared at Scott before glaring at Allison. "Okay, so what're you gonna do now that you let ravaging werewolves loose!? How're you gonna save other people's lives now?"

She slapped my hand off. "You want to blame me? Well, I'm not the one who's turning teenagers into killers.", she shouted, pointedly at Derek.

"No, that's just the rest of your family.", Derek growled.

"I made mistakes." Allison admitted. "But Gerard is not my fault."

"Okay, so what about your mom?" I asked. Allison's brows furrowed.

"What do you mean?", she looked at me in confusion. Derek and I looked at Scott. "You better tell her. Tell her or I will. You don't want me to do that.", I threatened Scott.

"What does she mean, Scott?" Allison's eyes bounced from me to Scott. "What does she mean?"

I didn't care at this point. Every Argent was batshit crazy out of their minds. It was tiring.

I shook my head as I walked away before Scott could even explain.

I tried to look for an exit. Instead of that, my nose burned at the scent of ammonia.

Who would need ammonia…? Why? The only reason someone would need ammonia, and so much ammonia was to clean something.

And something was definitely cleaned.

I slowly walked towards a supply closet and opened the door. I lifted my hand to the closet wall to feel for a light switch. Nothing.

I took my phone out of my pocket, flashing my flashlight around the room. I looked down and nearly dropped my phone in shock.

"Oh, fuck.", I whimpered, running over to the slumped, dead body of Erica. Her head hung limp. Her skin was pale but covered in dirt. Her blonde curls were matted with blood and dirt.

I crouched beside her, my hands trembling and hovering over her as I looked at her. I pushed a piece of blonde hair out of her dead face, taking in her sunken face.

"I'm so fucking sorry.", I whimpered. I shook my head, my eyes filling with tears as I lifted a purple illuminated hand and pressed it against her chest.

I bit my lip as I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. As Erica's body illuminated in the same light, I removed my hand from her chest, dispersing the light from both my hand and her body, letting me know her spirit had passed on.

I lowered my eyes. I can't imagine how scared she must've felt. We butted heads, but I never actually hated her. She was annoying because she got cocky due to Derek's bite but she genuinely wasn't a bad person. She was a victim, just like all of us.

I stood and finally looked at Derek's broken expression. "They're gonna pay for this.", I reassured, walking out of the closet.

"Yes, Derek, I know. Yes, he's with me. Okay, bye.", I hung up my phone, setting it in my phone, wiping my eyes. As Isaac got in my car. "You found her, huh…?", he asked, as he sat in. I nodded. "I'm sorry about her. I know you two were friends."

"I've lost people before.", Isaac shrugged, looking at his lap. "You shouldn't have to get used to that, though.", I say.

He turns to me. "Neither should you. Or any of us, but… y'know."

"Do you need to talk about it? I'm probably not the most reliable person to vent to, but anything is something.", I say.

He shook his head, but gave me a smile. "I'll save that for later." We arrived at the area Derek told us to meet.

I stepped out of my car and into the woods. I looked around and noticed Isaac tilting his head.

"What?", I ask.

"I can hear them.", he said and darted off.

"Isaac!", I yelled, raising my arms and letting them slap my thighs in disbelief. "Really?"

I ran after him, finding the sounds of two growling werewolves becoming louder and louder. I hid behind a tree and watched. The three wolves and I met in the middle of the woods. After letting the other three know that I saw Derek's sister and Boyd head north, Scott got a phone call from Stiles. Lydia had found a dead body floating in a pool.

"This doesn't make any sense. The public pools all the way on the other side of the woods. We haven't tracked them anywhere near there.", Derek grumbled, frustrated.

"Derek, they killed someone.", I say, regardless.

"How are they moving so fast?", Derek huffed.

"Derek!"

"They can't be that fast on foot!", Derek exclaimed.

"Derek, they killed someone!", Scott said and sighed. "Some totally innocent kid is dead. And it's our fault."

"It's my fault.", Derek corrected.

"It's no one's fault. We are not playing the blame game here.", I turned to Scott. "What if Derek's right? They're not driving a car, we've been tracking them the whole time and you guys aren't even that fast."

"It was them, Sam! Don't try to defend him.", Scott growled. I tilted my head at him, challenging him. "Like you constantly defended Allison? Okay."

Scott rolled his eyes. "Regardless, we need help."

"We have Isaac.", Derek assured.

"I mean real help." Scott retorted. Derek, Isaac, and I looked at Scott in disbelief.

"They're too fast for us. For all of us: too strong, too rabid.", Scott described.

"We'll catch 'em.", Derek declared.

"And what happens then? They're not gonna wanna listen right now. You guys need a plan.", I say.

"Maybe it would be easier just to kill them.", Derek quietly realized. "You're willing to kill your sister who just found out was alive?", I asked. He looked at me with a conflicted expression.

"Killing them isn't the right thing to do.", Scott disagreed.

"Neither is getting killed, so a plan, please.", I press.

"What if it's the only thing to do?", Isaac spoke up. "If we can't even catch them, what else do we do?"

"Find someone who knows what they're doing.", Scott said.

"Who?", Derek asked, tilting his head in confusion. I looked at Scott in realization. "Absolutely not.", I tell Scott.

"We're gonna need him.", he says. I frown, frustrated.

Derek, Isaac, and I sat in my car in the parking lot of Beacon Hills Food Market. Derek drove my car to the store as we watched the ex hunter in the shadows.

"I fucking hate this plan.", I mutter, crossing my arms.

"Do you think this is gonna work?", Isaac asked, watching Chris quickly pull out a gun on Scott.

"Nope.", Derek rolled his eyes. "Yeah, me neither.", Isaac agreed.

"Scott…", I sighed, shaking my head.

"So, your uh, your sister." Isaac started. Derek and I turned to glare at Isaac, who was leaning on the center console. "Sorry, uh, it's bad timing. I'm sorry."

We turned back to the males in front of us, shaking our heads.

Why was he so curious? "I'll ask later, it's fine.", Isaac said. Derek slowly turned his head back, narrowing his eyes at Isaac.

"Or never.", Isaac nodded, sitting back.

"Just… don't.", I say. I sighed as Scott wasn't getting anywhere.

"Always the hard way.", I muttered, getting out of the car. When Scott noticed me walking up, he tensed.

"Figures you're here too.", Chris says, catching me.

"Nice to see you too.", I sarcastically remarked.

"What are you doing here, Samantha?", Chris asked, tired.

"I can't come shopping here anymore?", I asked, shrugging.

Chris rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you're here to try to convince me to help."

"Yeah, well.", I shrugged.

"What would make me want to help you? You hurt my daughter. You made her cry."

"Your daughter shot me before I was even bit. I've hardly returned the favor.", I sneered. "You're worried about her crying when she just let Boyd and Derek's sister roam wild. They're gonna kill a few innocent people. How about you get with the program on that one?"

He shook his head. "You two can deal with it on your own. I'm done with the supernatural."

"Nice to know Argents will forever have blood on their hands.", I say, walking back to my car.

After Scott's begging, Chris Argent decided to help us. Chris gave us a little lesson on werewolves and how to trap them. From then on, we formed a plan on trapping them at school at night, down in the boiler room.

"These are ultrasonic emitters.", Chris jammed the metal device in the ground. "It's one of the tools we use to corral werewolves, pushing them into a direction we want them to run." Chris pressed the button on the top of the device, a smirk forming on his lips. "They let out a high-pitched frequency that only they can hear."

I heard a dull buzz in my ears but looked at the three other wolves who were covering their ears in pain.

"Okay!", Derek yelled. "You've proved your point!", Scott hissed.

"So it's a bigger dog whistle.", I say, looking at the device.

"To say the least.", Chris shrugged, taking us to his trunk and giving the four of us the contraptions.

"These are going to drive them to the school?", Scott asked.

"And it's up to you to get them into the basement.", Chris nodded. I took one, looking at it.

"Does anyone else want to rethink the plan where we just kill them?", Isaac suggested. I looked at Isaac, unamused. "Stop while you're ahead."

"How about we just rethink the plan where we go to the school at night?", I say, looking at the males before me.

"Last time we went to the school at night, someone got stabbed in the back, flung to a brick wall and we ended up getting chased almost the entire night because someone didn't know how loud their howl was gonna be.", I said, pointedly at Scott and Derek. "It's a plan, but not the best plan."

"It's going to work.", Scott promised. Derek looked at him, unsure. "It'll work.", Scott reassured him.

"We don't have much of a choice right now.", I say.

I found a spot to place my emitter in the ground before riding to the school. Chris arrived shortly. Scott jogged up to us while Chris looked up towards the sky, an eyebrow raised.

"Do you see that?", he asked. Scott and I followed his gaze. He was staring at a firefly, hovering next to a tree.

"Have you never seen a firefly before?", I asked, confused. "No, no. I have, I just…", Chris seemed unsure.

"What?", Scott asked.

"It's uh, it's very unusual. The, uh, California fireflies aren't bioluminescent.", Chris says. I looked confused. "What firefly doesn't glow?", I asked, walking up to the bug as it flickered.

"Does that mean something?", Scott asked as we continued to stare at the flickering bug. Before Chris could answer, we could hear howls off in the distance, the sound getting closer.

"And they're here. Go help Derek and Isaac.", I tell Scott. He ran off.

"Get in my car.", Chris demanded and I sighed and complied, sitting in his car as he drove recklessly through the empty school parking lot.

We found Isaac, Boyd and Cora snarling a few feet away from him.

"Shit… they're gonna fight.", I say.

"Come on!" Chris groaned, punching on the horn. Once the headlights of Chris' Toyota illuminated the two crazed werewolves, they scattered. Chris and I ran out of the car and reached Scott, who apparently just arrived at the scene.

"They're not going through the school.", Scott realized.

"They're going over it.", I muttered as Boyd and Cora jumped on the roof. We needed to think of a new plan.

"The rear doors, someone needs to get them open."

"I'm on it.", I ran off.

"Sam, don't!", Scott yelled. I yelled over my shoulder, "We don't have time!"

I made my way to the back doors and swung the first one open. Derek ended up getting the second. We nodded at each other before getting defensive as we heard growls. Derek took off in a sprint with me following.

We caught the attention of the two angry wolves in a hallway. Derek slammed Cora into a locker then threw her across the floor. Boyd snarled at me. I raised my hands, pushing their shadows backwards, making his dark follower tug him back against the lockers.

As he was stunned, I ran to the Janitor's closet nearby and ran in. Boyd tried to follow but Derek intervened and pushed him back.

I panted heavily as I ran to Derek. I thought of leading them to the boiler room. It was our only choice.

"Hey, bring your claws out.", I tell Derek as we backed away from the stabling wolves. He looked at me in bewilderment. "Just trust me on this one. Now.", I say.

He did and I took a clawed finger, piercing my palm and wincing as Derek snatched his hand back in shock.

I whistled at Boyd. "Hey, Boyd!", I called, waving my bloody hand in the air. Boyd growled at me and Derek seemed to catch on. "C'mon!", he yelled as we ran off.

I ran down the hallway and the first door to the downstairs boiler room. I slathered my bloody palm on the walls as I ran down the stairs.

"Scott, go get Derek.", I told him as I ran downstairs.

I yanked open the steel door that led to the basement and hid myself in the back of it, wrapping my hand with my sleeve to stop the bleeding as I calmed my breathing.

I could hear Derek and Scott charge down the stairs. I heard the other two wolves follow them. I could hear bellowing growls and roars as I came out from my hiding spot. Derek and Scott ran back up the stairs to where I was, and slammed the door shut.

Derek locked its latch and held the door as the two ravenous wolves pounded on the other side and we backed up.

"Did that actually just work?", Scott asked in disbelief. Derek looked at me with a proud look. "It did."

I backed up to a wall, and slumped against it, tired. "I wanna go home.", I whined. Derek and I looked at Scott in confusion as he tilted his head.

"What are you hearing?" Derek asked.

"Heartbeats.", Scott answered.

"Both of them?", Derek asked.

"Actually…three of them.", Scott turned around with wide eyes. I got up. "What the hell do you mean three?"

Derek's head tilted as he listened in too, frowning as he sighed. "There's three heartbeats in there, Sam.", Scott exclaimed. The three of us fell into a silence as we looked around frantically.

Derek walked forward and leaned against the door.

"What are you doing?", I asked him.

"Close the door behind me and keep it shut, Scott.", Derek ordered, solemnly.

"Y-You can't go there alone.", Scott disagreed.

"You're not going in there at all.", I agreed. "Derek, whatever you're thinking, stop, okay? They're not thinking straight right now." He was silent for another few seconds.

"Which is exactly why I'm going in there. Alone. Boyd's my beta. Cora's my sister. I'm responsible.", he yanked the door open, closing it behind him as Scott quickly locked it.

"Derek, no!", I yelled, but it was too late. I ran up to the door, but Scott pulled me away. "Scott, stop him!", I exclaimed, trying to push past my friend.

Immediately, loud snarls and roars erupted and none of them sounded like they belonged to Derek.

"Scott, we have to help him!", I yelled. Scott jumped at one of the roars. "They're gonna kill him…!", I whimpered.

"They'll kill you.", Scott said, holding me tighter as he heard more growls and roars. They weren't thinking. They were gonna kill him. I was sure of it.

No sounds came from Derek as I silently cried in Scott's chest.

"Scott! Scott, the suns coming up!", Isaac screamed from upstairs, running down to us.

Scott looked up, and loosened his grip on me which gave me a chance to break free and yank open the door.

I ran down the stairs and saw a torn up Derek on his knees with the two wolves passed out on the ground. There was blood splattered everywhere, and Derek was almost drowned in it.

I ran over to him as he looked up, much to my relief. "There's a teacher…I'll take care of her…", he rasped. "Get them out of here."

As Isaac and Scott went for the two other betas, I fell on my knees, wrapping him in my arms. I could feel the tiredness washing over him as he tried to push on.

I glanced at his bloody face as he looked back up at me through his tired, green eyes. "The teacher.", he weakly mumbled against my shoulder.

"Whoever it is can wait.", I said, holding him up. "I told you don't be a hero.", I scolded lightly. "I'm okay…", Derek reassured, his eyes fluttering. "I need to make sure she is too."

I helped Derek stand, careful of his wounds.

"What happened to hardass, "get over it" Derek?", I joked. He gave me a half smile. "Still here.", he said, purposefully leaning his whole weight on me.

I gave a watery chuckle as I pushed him up, helping him out of the boiler.

Derek carefully walked over to the supply room and opened the gate. I followed, but I let him walk in first. Behind the metal shelves was Ms. Blake. I backed away as Derek walked over to go help her. He reached a hand out to her and she took it, helping her up.

She looked at him in adoration and I finally came around the corner. Her eyes widened.
"Sam?", she looked shocked. "What are you— what are you doing here?"

"Stayed after school.", I shrugged. Before she could ask or say anything, I got a call from Stiles which was a relief.

"What's up?", I answered.

"They found a body. It's um, it's Heather's.", my wide eyes glanced at Derek. So it wasn't Boyd and Cora…

Three days passed and things seemed to have calmed down.

That meant Derek had to stay on house arrest until he was completely healed. And so did Ms. Blake. We ended up having a sub for the past two days, and he told us that Ms. Blake went out of town, but she'd be back today.

Which worried me. If she saw what I think she saw… who'd she go and tell…?

I decided to get to school earlier to confront her… well not confront but more of ask her. Out of concern of course.

Even with the silence of the school halls, I felt like I was being watched. It bothered me. I shouldn't have to keep looking over my shoulder. Who's gonna be here at 7 in the morning to watch me anyways?

Turning around, I frowned to see Derek behind me. "Why do you do that?", I ask him.

"What are you doing here?", he ignored my question.

"Uh, I go here?", I say. He frowned. "Sam," Derek crossed his arms.

"Why are you here? You don't go here anymore.", I say. "You came to talk to her.", Derek said.

"And you weren't curious?", I asked, crossing my arms. "We can't just let her go around, not understanding what's going on. Like you told me, this isn't something to go and ramble about so I'm making sure she knows that.", I say.

Derek rolled his eyes, remembering his own words. "I came to see if she was okay.", he said. I let out a playful groan. "You're not a bad ass anymore.", I joked, grinning and making him shake his head with a half smile. "Let's go."

"She's not here yet.", Derek said.

"So?", I shrugged and he followed. I managed to get a door open and got us both in. I set my stuff at my desk and sat in the back of the classroom.

Ms. Blake ran into her classroom and let out a sigh of relief as she locked the door. Her head pressed up against the door window and she stayed with her back to us for a few seconds.

I looked at Derek with a shrug as he looked at me in confusion. Ms. Blake, then turned around and let out a loud shriek when she saw Derek and I.

I gave her a wave. "Hi~"

Ms. Blake reached over her desk and grabbed a wooden pointer. "What do you want? You want to threaten me? Tell me no one's gonna believe me? Try to scare me?", she whispered, "kill me?"

I raised a finger and Derek stepped in front of me. "Before she says anything stupid, I— we….were going to see if you were okay.", Derek softly said.

I looked at him in confusion. When was he this soft with anyone?

"Physically or emotionally?", she asked, staring at Derek. "Though I guess that presupposes I was emotionally okay before any of this and according to my therapist that's been debatable for a long time."

I blinked in confusion as Derek lightly smiled and took another step forward, gently taking the pointer away from Ms. Blake.

"I think you're going to be okay.", Derek assured.

"Obviously you never taught high school.", she joked. "In 20 minutes, I have to start two dozen teenagers on The Crucible and I have honestly no idea what I'm going to say."

"Well, some of us don't really pay attention anyways.", I say, chuckling and earning a glare from Derek.

"She means why don't you start off with telling them that it's an allegory for McCarthyism.", Derek said. I frowned.

Derek handed the pointer back to Ms. Blake, walking past her and to the doorframe.

"Who are you?", she asked. "Jennifer.", she introduced herself.

"Derek Hale.", Derek responded before leaving. Me and Ms. Blake sat in silence. This just got awkward. Again.