Guest: I think Sammy and Derek would be cute platonically, not so much romantically because she's too intimidated by him. But that's just my opinion. We'll see, though -R

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

Stiles had gone to the mechanic to fix what Erica had broken of his Jeep yesterday, and I was at home finishing up a paper on why the 20th century is not the age of women's liberation. Being the person that I am, I wrote about six pages on it.

It was ten o'clock and Stiles still hasn't come home yet. He'd been at the mechanic for over two hours and he hadn't replied to any of my texts or calls.

I tried my best to stay calm in the situation, but it was very unlike him to not answer me back. I decided to call Scott.

"Scott?"

"What's up?" he said.

"I'm worried about Stiles. He said he would be just an hour at the mechanics but it's been over two! I'm getting worried."

"Want me to come pick you up so we can investigate?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry. You're on your secret date with Allison, right?"

"Actually, no. Her grandpa's holding her back so I've been waiting for her for an hour. I'm leaving right now, though," I could hear him treading through the woods.

"Okay, thanks Scott," I said, then hung up.

|| Teen Wolf ||

I was waiting outside with a baseball bat. It was something I've carried with me alot these days. I mean, I needed it. After all, I was a human who had no supernatural powers whatsoever and I needed to protect myself. I usually didn't resort to violence because I would always think of a way to get myself out of a bad situation. I'm a lover, not a fighter. Well, actually I would fight old, white men who complain about getting only 98% of the attention.

I was zoned out and when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I hit the person with the baseball bat out of instict.

"What the hell Sammy?!" Scott groaned. "First the trip wire, and now this?"

"Oh my god, Scott!" I said, rushing to him. "I didn't know it was you!"

"Who else would it be?" he asked, rubbing his arm.

"I'm a human who is helping you fight supernatural creatures with supernatural powers! I have to take cautionary measures," I defended myself.

All of a sudden Scott started laughing.

"Why the hell are you laughing?!" I snapped. "I can get mad too, you know? I just want to be taken seriously!"

"I clearly know you can get mad, I've witnessed it before," he laughed. "But how did you think it would be a good idea to defend yourself with a baseball bat against supernatural creatures?"

I sighed, knowing he was right but I wouldn't let him know that. I liked being right, and accepting the fact that I was wrong in this situation would be absolutely terrible for me because he would go on about it for years. He's been doing this since kindergarden.

"You know ever since you got bitten you've a real pain in the ass!" I glared.

"Come on, I didn't mean to laugh," he said as he kept laughing.

"Don't talk to me!" I said, trying to keep a straight face. "Let's just find Stiles so that you can get back to your werewolf ego."

|| Teen Wolf ||

Scott parked us somewhere my dad couldn't see us because he'd get mad if he saw I was out. So we watched Dad ask Stiles some questions, then Stiles was finally home-free and practically ran to the car and sat in the backseat.

"You okay?" Scott asked, turning around to face him.

"What happened, Stiles?!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Stiles answered. "But I think I saw the thing that you all saw at Isaac's. The thing that probably killed Isaac's father."

"You saw it?" Scott asked.

"Yeah," Stiles answered. "You were right. It's not like you. I mean, its eyes were almost like, reptilian. And it's-it's saliva like paralyzes you. I accidently touched it and collapsed to the ground. I couldn't feel anything waist-down. And then it killed the mechanic."

"Holy crap, Stiles," I exclaimed.

"Yeah, it could've been me. But there was something about it."

"What do you mean?" Scott questioned.

"You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes and you feel like you know 'em but you just can't figure out who it is?"

"Are you saying you know who it is?"

"No, but I think it knew me."

ADELINE LAHEY

"I'm so sorry about the other day. I'm trying. We'll get through this. Uh, I know, because I love you," Stiles spoke to Scott.

If you didn't know the context, this conversation would sound really funny.

"I love you more than - oh, my God. I can't - You and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate," he told him.

"Come on, is she coming to the game tonight?" Scott asked and Stiles ran off to deliver the message to Allison.

After a minute or two, Stiles came running back and answered, "Yes! Okay, message complete. Now, tell me about your boss?"

"He thinks that Allison's family keeps some kind of, uh, records of all the things that they've hunted. Like a book."

"He probably means a bestiary."

"What?"

"A bestiary," Stiles repeated.

"I think you mean bestiality," Rae laughed.

"Nope, pretty sure I don't," he squinted at her. "A bestiary is like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures." Stiles suddenly pointed at me, "Are you sure she's okay with all of this?"

Rae, Scott, and Sammy had explained everything about the supernatural world to me next night. And to be honest, it scared the poop out of me. But I was just glad they told me the truth.

"Yeah, she's fine," Sammy answered.

"And she's not gonna tell?" he asked.

"No. Right, Adeline?" Rae asked and I nodded my head.

Why would I tell? I didn't want to lose my second family, too.

"Okay. So if we can find this bestiary, and it can tell us what this thing is -"

"And who," Stiles interrupted Scott.

"We need that book!" they exclaimed at the same time and Stiles ran to go relay the message to Allison.

Stiles came running back. "Yes. Seen her grandfather. With a book like that," Stiles said in between each breath.

"Where does he keep it?" Scott said and Stiles ran away again.

"Should we tell him that he could just text us what she says?" Sammy mumbled.

"Nah," Rae said. "It's fun watching him. Wow, that sounded so wrong!"

I wondered how that sounded wrong? It sounded pretty right to me. It was fun watching him run around like that.

"She says. Has to be. Office," Stiles heaved then took a puff from an inhaler.

"Ask her why we don't just use disposable cell phones. You know, drug dealers have been using disposable cellphones pretty successfully for years," Scott told him and then he ran away again.

"Okay, now you're just messing with him," Sammy elbowed Scott and he smiled at her.

Stiles came running back. He bent down and held his knees for a few seconds, catching his breath, then said, "She said her parents check every call, email and text message she sends and they'd find it. She also said we can't get the book without his keys. So today at the game, she's going to pretend to be cold so he gives her his coat, which has his keys in the pocket. She's going to hold the keys out so Sammy can take them and bring them to me and Rae. We will then infiltrate his office and look for the book." He then collapsed onto the stairs.

"Okay, good plan," Scott agreed.

"So what are we going to do about Erica, Isaac, and Boyd?" Sammy asked. "If it comes down to a fight, we stand no chance against them. Four werewolves against one werewolf and three pathetic humans?"

She was obviously not counting me.

"Hey-" Rae protested but Sammy interrupted her.

"I think one of us should convince Isaac to join our team. And I think Rae should do it."

"Me?" Rae was surprised. "I barely know the guy."

"Yeah, but you two have something in common."

"And that is…?"

"A bad childhood."

Rae frowned, Scott looked sad, and me and Stiles were confused. Was Rae abused, too? That's not possible, her mom's too nice. Maybe her dad…

"A bad childhood?" Stiles questioned, sitting up.

But Sammy gave him a pointed glare and he slouched back down, his hands up in surrender.

"I think Sammy's right," Scott said.

Rae stood up and snatched something from out of Scott's pocket. It was keys.

"Fine, I'll go right now," she turned around and started heading for the exit doors.

"Rae, shouldn't you wait until after school-"

"Nope," she said, opening the doors. "Send me his new location," was the last thing we heard before the doors closed behind her.

RAEGAN MCCALL

I walked into the abandoned train station that was apparently Derek, Erica, Isaac, and Boyd's new home in the middle of Derek and Isaac fist-fighting.

They stopped when they noticed me.

"What can I do for you, Rae?" Derek asked, crossing his arms.

"Actually it's not you that I'm here for," I looked at Isaac.

Isaac looked surprised. "Me?"

I nodded.

"What do you need to talk to him about?" Derek frowned.

"Well, that is none of your concern, Mr. Hale," I told him.

"He's my beta and I'm not letting him go until you give me a reason."

"Fine," I rolled my eyes. "It's about his sister."

"What about Adeline? Is she okay?" Isaac asked, stepping closer.

"Relax, Fido. Everything's alright. I just need to discuss her with you."

"Okay, you can "discuss" after training," Derek said. "Go take a seat over there."

I turned and sat down next to Boyd.

"Hey, Boyd. How ya doing?"

His eyes grew. "You know my name?"

"Well, duh!" I exclaimed. "Why wouldn't I know your name?"

He just shrugged and I turned towards Derek and Isaac fighting.

Derek kept knocking him down time, after time, after time. Until suddenly Erica jumped down from a train. But Derek somehow saw it coming and flipped her down next to Isaac.

"Does anyone wanna try not being completely predictable?" Derek yelled.

Erica suddenly launched herself at Derek and started making out with him.

I felt like I was going to puke, but thankfully it didn't last too long because Derek threw her off of him. "That's the last time you do that," he said, wiping off his mouth.

"Damn, you just got rejected, boo-boo," I laughed.

"What did you just say?" Erica glared at me.

I stood up. "I said you got rejected. Man, and I thought werewolves were supposed to have super-hearing."

She stood a step towards me. "Don't make me punch you in the face."

I also took a step forward. "I'd like to see you try."

"It's best not to get me angry, slut."

"Really? You shouldn't be name-calling when you're a literal hairy bitch."

She growled, her face morphing.

Knowing I was playing with fire, I laughed and pointed at her face. "See? Hairy bitch."

She lunged at me and I had my fists out, when Derek threw her at the wall. He turned to me with gritted teeth, "Rae, didn't you say you wanted to talk to Isaac?"

"Yeah, let's go," I grabbed Isaac's arm and lead him out of the train station.

He stopped once we were outside. "What did you want to tell me?"

"Not here," I said and pointed at the train station. "Somewhere the wolves won't hear."

I got in the driver's seat of my mom's car and he got into the passenger's, and I started driving.

|| Teen Wolf ||

I parked in front of the Starbucks I had seen on the way here, and Isaac followed me inside.

I turned to him. "What do you want?"

"Nothing," he told me.

"Well, I don't want to drink all by myself. So choose something," I crossed my arms.

"I don't have any money," he said.

"Well, I do. I'll get you something."

He shook his head.

"Oh my god, Mr. Stubborn-Pants," I groaned. "Fine, just go sit over there," I pointed to the booth all the way in the back.

He started walking there and the barista asked me for my order. I ordered a caramel frappucino for me and a hot chocolate for Isaac.

Shaking my head, I told the barista as I paid for the drinks, "Men and their egos." Damn well knowing that Isaac could hear me.

She rolled her eyes, "Tell me about it, sister!"

Making my way over, Isaac frowned as I set the cup in front of him. But he drank it nonetheless.

"Wow, I haven't had hot chocolate in so long," he murmured.

"What does Derek feed you anyway?" I took a sip from my frappucino. "I'm imagining like prison food."

"Actually, he's always buying groceries. He won't tell us where he gets the money from."

"How suspicious," I murmured. "Anyway, back to business."

He set his hot chocolate down, getting serious. "How's Addie?"

"She's fine. In fact, we're fostering her."

"Thank you so much for taking care of her."

"Oh, it's no problem. She's a great kid. Really lovable. But that's not the real reason I asked to talk to you today."

"What is it?" he leaned forward.

"Well, I've kind of been recruited by the others to get you on our team."

"Why would they choose you? If anything, I thought they'd choose Sammy," a dark look came over his face as he said her name.

"Why'd you make that face?"

"Because I hate her. She dumped me-broke my heart. Without any good reason, too."

"That doesn't sound like Sammy at all. She's too nice for that."

"I know. That's what makes it even worse."

I shook my head. "Okay, this is not the way I imagined this conversation going. Back on track. Listen, the reason they choose me is because we have something in common."

"What's that?"

"A fucked up childhood," I told him. "I know about the abuse. I saw the freezer."

His face froze and I assumed some bad memories were coming back to him.

Not knowing what to do, I grabbed his hands over the table. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Isaac. So, so sorry."

His blue eyes looked up into mine. "You were abused, too?"

I removed my hands from his and looked down, playing with the rips in my jeans. "I-I was raped."

He looked shaken. "What?"

"It happened in the fifth grade. By my neighbor, who was also my dad's best friend. Long story short, it really fucked me up. Like, royally fucked me up."

"Wait, but then why do you-"

"Have so much sex?" I finished for him. "Well, the only way for me to explain it is this: You know how people cut their wrist when they're depressed?" He nodded. "Instead of cutting my wrists, I have sex. It's like a punishment for me. Whenever I'm feeling low, weak, worthless, pathetic I go and have sex."

Seeing the horrified look on his face, I shrugged, "Like I said, royally fucked up."

"I'm so sorry, Raegan," he murmured.

I shrugged. "Yeah, well you can't tell anyone. Besides my family, you and Sammy are the only ones that know."

"Of course," he answered with a serious face.

"So now that you know, will you please join our team? We understand you - I understand you. More than Derek or the others do. Join the good guys' side. Reunite with you sister."

He scoffed, "Did you see the way my sister looked at me? She looked at me like I was a monster!"

"Well, technically you are a monster," I pointed out, but after seeing the deadpanned look on his face I quickly added, "But she'll get over the shock. She'll understand."

"She hates me," he shook his head. "I abandoned her. Left her with my dad. She could've been killed because of me."

"That's not true!"

"It is, and you know it, Rae," he stood up. "I'm sorry, but I can't." He started to walk away but then turned around, "Oh, and by the way, you're none of those things."

"Huh?" I frowned.

"You're not weak, pathetic, and worthless. You're actually the opposite," he turned and walked out of the coffee shop.

I realized that he didn't even have a ride, so I ran after him. But when I came out of the shop, the parking lot was empty.