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SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"You know, when you said we're going on a road trip I thought you meant to like Vegas or something," Lydia said from the passenger seat next to Allison, "not to follow your brothers going to a cross country meet."

"Well, if I told you that you would you have agreed to come?" I asked from the back seat.

Lydia was silent for a moment then let out a, "No."

"After what happened I'm not letting him out of my sight," I murmured.

"Especially after what Rae said," Allison nodded.

"What'd Rae say?" Lydia asked, looking back at Rae. But Rae was just staring out the window, silent.

"She said Scott seemed like he was in pain this morning. And when she tried to look at his wound he just flinched away," I explained.

"It's true," Addie nodded from next to me.

"So is that whole "not let them out of your sight" thing literal or more like a general rule?" Lydia asked.

"Why?" Allison frowned, glancing at Lydia.

"You're running on fumes," Lydia said, pointing at the fuel meter in front of Allison.

Allison groaned.

"Yeah," Lydia nodded. "And I'm pretty sure that bus holds a lot more gas than this Toyota."

"What if we stop?" Allison asked.

"Is it really that big of a deal? I mean, so we lose them. We know where they're headed."

"You didn't see what happened," I shook my head.

"I know who started it," Lydia countered.

"Is that what Aiden told you?"

My tone must have bothered her because she turned to look at me and said, "Aiden? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second. Is that why you're inviting me on this whole little road trip thing?" When she saw the look on my face she turned to Allison and saw the same look on hers. "Oh, my gosh. You're keeping an eye on them and me."

"So there's nothing going on between you two?" Allison asked.

"I'm appalled by the insinuation," Lydia said a bit too dramatically.

"Nothing?" Allison smiled.

"Nothing," Lydia confirmed.

"You know you don't have to waste your time on jerks who don't even know the difference between Betty White and Betty Friedmann!" I snapped. "Besides, there's a clear difference between bad boys and bad guys!"

"Okay, Mom!" Lydia groaned. "Why are you so preachy today?!"

"I'm just worried about Scott. I should've just listened to him."

|| Flashback ||

"If I could fall into the sky Do you think time would pass me by? 'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles if I could just see you tonight!" I sang out loud.

Was I singing the whitest song on the planet? Yes, yes I was, but in my defense, it was a catchy song. I was lucky that Stiles wasn't home though, because he would probably just yell at me to shut up and put his emo music on blast to drown out my singing.

I was about to finish off the song with my dramatic ending (It included me jumping on my bed and flipping my hair around while I incorporate jazz hands) when I heard a knock on my balcony.

"God dammit, Scott!" I gritted through my teeth as I turned off my speakers to let him in.

When I opened the door he just started laughing.

"How much of that did you just see?" My face turned bright red.

Why was I so embarrassed and self-conscious in front of him these days?

"Long enough to say that you should honestly consider a career in singing because your dramatic head shakes were amazing!" He let out a laugh.

"Great!" I sighed, laying down on my bed. "I just embarrassed myself again!"

"For the record," he said, laying down next to me, "it was cringey yet cute at the same time.

I playfully punched him in the arm.

"Anyways," I said. "What brings you here?"

"Um…" Scott got up. "I just wanted to apologize for what happened the other night. I should've had more faith in you."

"It's fine. You were just looking out for me. Next time just know that I am capable of taking care of myself," I smiled.

"Thanks!" He smiled. "Anyways, I have to leave-"

"Why do you have to leave?" I asked. "I thought that we could hang out together."

"Just the two of us?" His eyes widened.

"Yeah, who else?" I chuckled.

"I mean, I would love to, but I actually made some plans… with Isaac at the… Mexican restaurant."

"Well, do you mind if I tag along?"

God, I sounded so clingy.

"No!" Scott said sharply.

He's acting really weird.

"Scott, why do I get the feeling that you're hiding something from me?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"W-Why would you think that?" Scott stuttered.

"It's a shame you won't tell me because I was going to tell you something. Something important."

Okay, I admit what I was doing was a tad bit evil, but a girl sometimes has to use manipulation to get things done.

"What were you going to tell me?" He asked, cluelessly.

"Okay, here's a deal. We both tell each other our secrets on a count to three." I explained it to him like he was a five year old.

"Deal."

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

"There's gonna be a fight with the Alphas tonight at the old mall and I want you, Rae, and everybody to stay out of it because it's already dangerous enough and I don't want you to get hurt!" Scott said in one breath.

"YOU WHAT?!" I yelled.

"Why do I always fall for this?!" He groaned.

"DO YOU REALIZE HOW HYPOCRITICAL YOU ARE?! YOU LEGIT JUST TOLD ME THAT YOU TRUST ME TO TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!" I yelled.

"Okay, I understand you're mad, but it's already dangerous enough for me. I can't let humans go into to it!"

"That's honestly one of the most pathetic excuses I have ever heard in my life," I deadpanned.

"I'm sorry!" he apologized. "But, please, trust me on this. And whatever you do, do not tell Rae."

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes.

"I'm really sorry, Sammy!" He repeated, touching my shoulder before running off.

"I'm really sorry, Sammy!" I mocked him once he left.

"I heard that!" Scott yelled from the street.

I rolled my eyes. Well, that boy was just plain stupid if he really thought I would just sit here on my ass while he was in danger. Though I did understand not to just call Rae. She, like me, was human. We wouldn't stand a chance against alphas. We needed someone else on our side. Someone who had experience in kicking supernatural butt.

When I was sure that Scott had left, I pulled out my phone to call call Rae and Allison…

RAEGAN MCCALL

It was silent in the car for a while. I was watching the blurs of blue and brown of the California landscape as it passed, but I wasn't really seeing. I was lost in my own thoughts.

Addie nudged me from the middle seat. "Are you okay?" She stared up at me with concern in her blue eyes that were almost identical to Isaac's. After she had spoken, Sammy and Lydia had turned to look at me and Allison eyed me from the rearview mirror.

"I just… I can't believe he's dead," I murmured, leaning my head against the window. "I can't believe Derek's dead… And it's all my fault."

|| Flashback ||

"So what's the plan?" I asked.

"We follow them," Sammy stated.

"And?" I asked. "We need a battle plan. Weapons. We can't just go there empty-handed."

"Weapons?" Allison raised an eyebrow at me, smiling. "What weapons do you know how to use?"

"I've seen lots of movies. I'm sure I can figure it out," I defended. "Plus I got mad fighting skills if it comes down to that."

"Hopefully it won't," Sammy said. "If any of us go down there, we'll just end up being liabilities. We must stay up top where it's safe and provide ammunition."

"Sounds good to me," I nodded. "Now, where's your weapons, Allison? I've never touched a gun before," I grinned, excited.

Allison laughed at my excitement. "You're getting too ahead of yourself there, Rae. I'm not giving you a gun. You'll end up shooting yourself in the face."

"No, I won't-"

"Hey, my weapons, my rules," Allison grinned. "Plus, I don't want to kill anybody. I'll just be using my bow and arrow. You two will assist me."

"That sounds so boring," I grumbled.

"Hey, this isn't Call of Duty, Rae," Sammy said. "You need to take this seriously or we won't stand a chance against the alphas."

"Whatever."

Flashback ||

I wish I had taken it seriously.

ADELINE LAHEY

"I just… I can't believe he's dead," Rae murmured, leaning her head against the window. "I can't believe Derek's dead… And it's all my fault."

I could tell she had drifted off again and knew it was no use trying to convince her Derek's death was not her fault. Sammy, Scott, Isaac, and I had been trying to do so all morning but she was just too stubborn.

Speaking of Isaac… I hadn't spoken to him all morning. I was still furious at how he had overreacted. I didn't think he would get that mad. Scott and Sammy weren't even that mad. Rae was, of course, proud.

|| Flashback ||

Rae and I were on the living room couch, watching some scary show called Supernatural, when Scott and Isaac came downstairs.

"We're gonna go get Mexican food," Isaac announced, putting on his shoes.

"Okay, get us some," Rae said, her eyes still glued to a really cute guy named Dean.

I saw them nod and quickly leave the house.

"That was weird," I frowned.

"What was?" Rae asked without looking at me.

"They didn't even ask what we wanted."

Rae just shrugged, her full attention going back to the show.

|| Teen Wolf ||

A few gory deaths later, Rae's phone rung.

She picked it up. "This better be good, Sammy. I was in the middle of Sam and Dean defeating this shape-shifter."

After hearing what Sammy had to say, she jumped up from her seat on the couch and turned the T.V. off. "No fucking way. I'm gonna kill them!"

She listened to Sammy talk for a few more moments and said, "Okay, we're on our way… Yes, I'm bringing Addie. No one's home… Okay, bye."

She hung up the phone and I asked, "What's going on?"

"Your suspicions were right, Addie," she said while pulling her shoes on. "Scott and Isaac—and probably the others—made plans without us to face the alphas. Get your shoes on. We're going to Allison's."

|| Teen Wolf ||

At Allison's, Sammy and Rae told me to stay in the living room while they talked to Allison. I, of course, didn't listen to them. Hey, you learn from your role models, right?

I listened to them make plans from outside the door. And when it sounded like they were done, I quickly made my way back to the living room and innocently began looking through my Instagram feed. Ooh, look. Kitties.

"C'mon, Addie. Let's go," Rae said, signaling to the door.

"Where are we going?" I asked, getting up and making my way towards the door.

"We're going to help our friends," Allison said.

|| Teen Wolf ||

When we reached an abandoned mall, Allison parked and began getting a big black bag out of the trunk. Those must be the weapons.

I began to take my seatbelt off when Rae said, "Addie, you're going to need to stay here. It's not safe for you."

"What do you mean?" I gave them my best puppy dog face.

"We just want you to stay… safe," Sammy frowned. "Wow. I sound just like Scott." She shook her head and she and Rae exited the car and ran into the mall along with Allison.

It made me mad how hypocritical they were being. They got mad at Scott trying to keep them safe, but they expect me to just obey them and sit here?! Hmph!

I got out of the car and ran into the abandoned mall.

|| Flashback ||

The sound of Lydia on the phone pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Hey, Stiles. Yeah, we're just about to walk into a movie, uh, you know, the popcorn and-"

"I know you guys are right behind us. Put me on speaker," I heard Stiles say.

"Y-Okay," Lydia gave up, putting him on speaker.

"Okay, look, Scott's still hurt," Stiles said.

"What do you mean still?" Sammy frowned.

"He's not healing?" Rae asked, snapping out of her trance.

"No, he's not healing. I think he's actually getting worse. The blood's turning, like, a black color," Stiles replied.

"W-What's wrong with him?" Lydia asked.

"What's wrong with him?" Stiles repeated. "I don't—Do I have a PhD in lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that?"

"We need to get him off the bus," Allison said.

"And take him where, a hospital?" Lydia asked rhetorically.

"If he's dying, yeah," Allison replied. "Stiles, there's a rest area about a mile up. Tell the coach to pull over."

"Yeah, I've been trying," Stiles sighed.

"Well, reason with him!" Rae argued.

"Reason? Have you met this guy?!"

"Just try something," Allison said.

"Okay, okay. I think I have an idea," Stiles said and hung up.

A/N: Sorry guys! We're trying to write as much as we can. And also sorry if it was confusing because of the timelines overlapping. Thanks for still reading! ❤️❤️❤️ -Mod R