RAEGAN MCCALL

The three of us were hiding in one of the hospital rooms, listening to Peter and Derek fight.

I wanted to help, but my hand was still broken. Even I'm not that reckless.

When they had stopped fighting, Stiles whispered, "I think the coast's clear. Let's go."

The three of us got up and went into the hallway, when a voice halted us.

"And where are you three off to?"

We turned our heads towards Peter, who's face was no longer scarred. He was leaning against the wall, looking over his nails with a calm look on his face. He was one cocky bastard, but I guess he had the right to be.

When none of us answered, he spoke up again, "If you're heading to the lacrosse game, I'm afraid you're just a bit too late. I think right about now Scott's making the winning point." He chuckled softly and gestured to Stiles, "And to think that could've been you." Stiles' face fell slightly. "Well, maybe next time, huh?"

This motherfucker.

I saw something in the corner of my eye and I moved my eyes to see Derek standing a little ways behind Peter. Hope filled me up. Derek was here to take this bitch-ass Alpha down! From what I could see, Peter hadn't noticed him yet. Derek had the perfect opportunity.

But he didn't move to attack him. Matter of fact, he wasn't even looking at him. He was looking to the floor. I followed his eyes to the ground, but there wasn't anything remotely interesting about the floor. What the heck was Derek doing?

I looked towards Stiles and Sammy and saw them glancing at Derek as well. Stiles met my eyes and we shared the same thought. What was he waiting for?

We jumped at the sound of Peter clapping his hands together. He smiled at us, but it was neither sincere nor friendly. It was as if he knew something we didn't… like he was smug.

"Well as much fun as this is, getting to chat with one another, we have to get going. You know, congratulate Scott on his win. I'm sure we'll keep in touch." He continued to smile.

My hearing seemed to be delayed as it took me such a long time to figure out what he just said. He said 'we'. As in two or more people. Red is knocked out and I doubt she'll be getting up anytime soon. The three of us would never go with him for obvious reasons. That only left Derek… but Derek would never go with him… Would he?

I shook my head and almost laughed at the thought. It was too silly. Derek joining the Alpha, who has fucked Beacon Hills in all ways, was so ridiculous. He would never betray Scott. He would never betray us. Never. He may be a dick, but he wasn't evil.

"Uh, I know you were in a coma, so I'll be nice," Stiles said then mumbled under his breath, "…even though you clearly haven't been…" He cleared his throat and finished, "I think you meant to say 'I have to get going'." Peter continued to smile. "Because you said 'we' and that applies two or more, which you don't have since your nurse is unconscious…" Stiles trailed off and slowly looked at Derek in disbelief and realization. "No way…"

Peter nodded with that smug smile attached to his lips. "Yes way. Family overcomes anything. Wouldn't you agree, Stiles and Samantha? I'm sure your father would."

Stiles' eyes were wide open and his mouth slightly agape. I don't know why. Derek is obviously pulling our chain. He's gonna snap out of this and attack the Alpha. Just watch, any minute now.

"And Raegan," I tensed when he said my name, but looked at him either way. "The same would go for you and Scott. Though you are constantly teasing him, you would do anything for your brother. Family is above all and nothing can stand in its way. So why would Derek and I be any different?"

No. He's lying. Isn't he? He has to be.

My gaze immediately landed on Derek. He was taking his time to get Peter and he was still looking at the magical floor. "Derek, what are you doing? He's right there. What are you waiting for?"

Derek still avoided all eye contact. Peter still had that smug smile on his face. Stiles and Sammy were still shocked. I, on the other hand, was pissed off.

"You're on his side?" My tone was sharp and incredulous. "This is the man who has been screwing this town over and killing people, one of those people being your sister!"

"It was a mistake," Derek replied tonelessly. "Mistakes happen."

My eyes were probably huge and my jaw was undoubtedly on the floor. This wasn't Derek. He would never side with the Alpha, but here he was defending him. When the hell did I enter the Twilight Zone?

Peter cleared his throat and said, "I would love nothing more than to see the outcome of this conversation. But alas, I really have a tight schedule. So until next time on 'The Young and the Wolf-less'." With that cheesy pun, he passed right by us.

Derek didn't even glance at us as he followed him,

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

I was at my locker chatting with Lydia the next morning. I had forgiven her for making out with Scott. She was going through a rough patch, since her and Jackson had just broken up.

"You okay, Lyds?" I asked, touching her shoulder.

"Totally. If crying myself to sleep qualifies as okay," she sniffed.

I hugged my best friend, "He's such an idiot for breaking up with you. You know what? Screw him. You're way too smart for him, anyway."

"Shh!" she hushed me, looking around dramatically. "No one can know."

I laughed. "Trust me Lydia, there's someone out there who will love you for how smart you are."

CoughStilesCough.

She really had no clue how much he loved her. If I had anything to do with it, they will end up together one day. They're meant to be.

"You think so?"

"I really do."

She smiled. "So, did Isaac ask you to the formal yet?"

"No." I shut my locker, groaning.

"Honey, you just can't wait for guys to ask you to the dance. It's not the eighties anymore. If you want to go to the dance with him, ask him," she said.

"You're missing this one small detail; I don't have enough self-confidence to do that!"

"Come on, Sammy! You're an amazing person."

"What are you going to do?" I questioned. Lydia was only ever this sweet when she was up to something. "Seriously, tell me what you're about to do so I can prepare myself!"

"You'll thank me for this later," she smirked. She spun me around for me to see Isaac at his locker.

Before I could think, she shoved me towards him. Being the clumsy idiot that I am, I fell onto my knees. How embarrassing!

"Are you okay?!" Isaac asked, coming to help me up.

"Yeah, totally. I'm fine," I told him, straightening up. "So… I was-uh-wondering if we were-um-going to the dance together… because it's coming up and you haven't asked me yet."

"I just assumed we were going together," Isaac smiled.

I cursed myself silently for reading so many romance novels. They caused me to have unrealistic expectations. I guess guys in real life aren't really like guys in romance novels.

"Oh, okay. That makes sense. Well the girls and I are going dress shopping tomorrow. I'll tell you what color dress I buy so you can wear a matching tie."

"Sounds good!" he said. "I gotta go. See you later."

"Okay," I smiled.

RAEGAN MCCALL

So just to fill you in a bit; Scott, Stiles and I (Sammy was hanging out with Allison and Lydia) have appointed ourselves Jackson's keeper. To go further into detail, we are following Jackson around. Why? Well because, according to Scott, Allison's dad and aunt think he's the beta, which is just a fancy word for another wolf that is not an Alpha. Scott did not like my revamped definition.

Currently, Stiles skid to a stop where Argent and Jackson were talking in front of his Porsche.

Time to play it cool.

"Yo." Scott.

"What's up?" Stiles.

"Heyyy!" Me.

I was the coolest.

"Is everything okay?" Scott asked.

Argent smiled and greeted, "Hey Scott. Your friend here was having car troubles. We're just taking a look."

"Oh," Stiles said with a fake smile.

"There's a shop right down the street. I'm sure they have a tow truck," Scott informed them.

Stiles agreed, "Yeah, you want a ride?"

Scott opened the door and began to get out. Jackson looked extremely reluctant and somewhat scared. Argent was a scary one, indeed.

"Hey, come on Jackson, you're way too pretty to be out here by yourself," Stiles continued, trying to win him over.

I nodded. "Yeah, who knows who will find you?" If he knows what's good for him, he will get his ass in the Jeep now. I'm practically shouting 'you're gonna get yourself killed if you don't come with us'. Come with me if you want to live, Schwarzenegger has never been more right.

Jackson nodded and immediately began walking over to us. He looked tense as he moved.

Just as he was nearing the Jeep, Argent called out, "Hey guys!" We all turned our heads to look at him as he walked over to the driver's seat of Jackson's Porsche. He opened the door and turned the key. It roared with life. Then he smiled, "Told you I knew a few things about cars."

Stiles and I glanced at each other then I looked towards Scott. He caught my eye and raised his eyebrow. I only mouthed, 'He's good.' Scott shook his head at me and turned back to Argent, who was walking to his truck. He got in quickly and was out of here in a second.

Once he was gone, Jackson turned on Scott. "What are you following me now?"

I was going to get out on Scott's side until he slammed the door in my face. I narrowed my eyes at the back of his head. How rude. I then went out Stiles' side instead, as he climbed out of the Jeep.

"Yes, you stupid freaking idiot. You almost gave away everything right there!" Scott yelled at Jackson. Was Scott on his werewolf period today or something?

Stiles and I both joined the equally upset Scott and Jackson.

"What are you talking about?" Jackson asked, clearly confused.

"He thinks you're the second beta," explained Scott, which only confused Jackson more.

I cleared my throat and coughed out, "That means other wolf."

Scott suddenly snapped. "He thinks you're me!" And with that, the angry beta hit his fist against Stiles' Jeep. Stiles didn't really like that.

"Dude, my Jeep."

"I could hear your heart beating a mile away. Literally." Scott told him, ignoring Stiles' pleads. "Now he thinks that there's something wrong, and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn't kill you too!" Scott then made a sound of frustration before lunging to hit the Jeep again.

Stiles caught him fast enough. "Whoa, whoa, okay, okay. How about we just step away from Stiles' Jeep?"

They both ignored him again, and Jackson said, "You know what, this is your problem. Not mine. Okay? I didn't say anything, which means you're the one that's going to get me killed. Okay, this is your fault!" Jackson pushed Scott suddenly into Stiles' Jeep.

Stiles threw his hands up in the air. "Can we stop hitting my Jeep?"

Scott pushed Jackson back and a fight was definitely going to break out, but Stiles jumped in between them. "Alright, oh, guys stop! Alright?"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" I chanted.

Stiles groaned. "You are so not helping."

I shrugged. "I know."

When Stiles moved away from them, Scott approached Jackson and said, "When they come after you, I won't be able to protect you! I can't protect anyone." After that was said, he turned to Stiles and me.

"Why are you looking at us?" Stiles questioned him.

It was a moment of silence as Scott looked uneasy at all of us, including Jackson. Speaking of which, decided to voice his thoughts, "You know what? Now you have to do it," he was talking about the bite, "Get me what I want and I will be fine protecting myself."

"No, you won't!" Scott argued. "Just trust me. All it does is makes things worse."

Jackson wasn't convinced. "Oh yeah, really? In order to hear anything you want and run faster than humanly possible? Sounds like a real hardship, McCall!"

"Yeah," breathed Scott. "I can run really fast now. Except half the time, I'm running away from people who are trying to kill me!" Jackson just looked annoyed, and said nothing. "And I can hear things. Like my girlfriend telling people that she doesn't trust me anymore right before breaking up with me! I'm not lying to you! It ruins your life."

Gosh, Scott, tell me how you really feel.

I looked at Stiles and we both frowned.

"It ruined your life," Jackson corrected. "You know, you had all the power in the world and you didn't know what to do with it. You know what it's actually like?"

"Educate us, dick," I said, after hearing him talk down to Scott.

He sneered at me. "It's like you turn sixteen and someone bought you a Porsche when they should have started you at with a nice little Honda. Me? I drive a Porsche."

He then turned away and climbed into his stupid Porsche. As he began to drive off, I shouted, "Nobody cares! You're not cool!"

Stiles clapped my shoulder. "Well said, Rae."

Scott was still down and I had half a mind to go jump Jackson, but I'll save him from my wrath until another day.

I sighed and moved closer to Scott, "Don't stress about him, Scott. He'll realize his jackass ways."

"You really think so?" Stiles asked.

I deadpanned, "No."

Stiles breathed out his nose and patted Scott's arm. "Despite that, Rae is right. Don't worry about him. We'll figure something out. We always do. Now come on, let's go."