Chapter Two: Second Chance at First Line

Practice started and I could tell that Scott was getting more and more upset by Coach Finstock and by Jackson. I was nervous. My leg couldn't stop twitching and I was biting my lip endlessly.

Suddenly Scott plowed into Jackson and Jackson crumpled. Scott fell as well and I jumped up. Stiles ran to him and I clambered out of the stands. I ran to Scott and Stiles.

"He's changing now," Stiles hissed.

"Come on, we have to get him to the locker room," I told him. We helped Scott up and Stiles dragged him off the field. The prickly feeling swept over my neck again and I glanced around.

Derek was standing at the edge of the field watching Stiles and Scott. His eyes flicked over to me and I started towards him. He shook his head and turned. He walked back towards the forest and I stopped watching him leave. I ran a hand through my hair wondering what on earth I was going to do.

I ran into the locker room and heard the sound of a fire extinguisher. I ran towards the door and saw Stiles coming in holding the bulky red canister. Scott was sitting on the bench.

"What happened?" he asked. Stiles let out a long breath and rolled his shoulders.

"You tried to kill me," he replied.

"What?" Scott and I cried. I bolted to my brother's side and began to checking him over for injuries. He just pulled me into a hug and I held him tightly.

"I'm sorry Stiles," Scott murmured. I let go of my brother and we both stared at Scott.

"It's like we told you before Scott. It's your anger, your pulse rising. It's a trigger," Stiles told him kneeling beside his best friend.

But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game," Scott argued.

"Well, it's going to be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone," I interjected crossing my arms, "You can't play Saturday. You're going to have to get out of the game."

"But I'm first line," Scott said desperately. Stiles looked sad for his friend.

"Not anymore Scott."

We went home and started doing more research. Stiles really wanted to help Scott and even though I wasn't as close to him as Stiles, he was still a good friend. I wanted to help him too.

That night we sent a video chat request to Scott. He opened up and Stiles pretended to shoot him with his light up gun. Scott and I rolled our eyes. They began talking about Jackson while I started reading my book for English.

I glanced up at the screen and paused. I leaned closer and dread pooled into my stomach. I gripped Stiles' arm.

"What?" Scott asked. I started typing but the computer glitched before I could get the whole message across. Scott just stared at my face looking confused.

That confusion turned to fear and shock. The man behind Scott leaned forward and grabbed him. Stiles and I panicked as Scott was hauled away from the screen.

"Shh, shh," I hissed and we listened carefully. It sounded like Scott was being threatened. Scott was panicking and I clutched Stiles' hand.

The voices stopped and we watched Scott pant. I glanced over at Stiles and we took several deep breaths to calm down.

We went to school and talked about how to help Scott. We went to class and watched as Lydia kicked Scott's ass in mathematics.

"We need to figure this out," Stiles whispered.

"Stiles, we've been trying. I don't know how we can help Scott learn to control it. Maybe we can't," I replied. He bit his lip and jiggled his foot trying to come up with a plan.

Later that day we saw dad and another cop talking to the principal. Stiles grabbed Scott.

"Tell us what they're saying," Stiles urged. Scott focused.

"There's going to be a curfew because of the body." Stiles growled and started bad mouthing Derek.

"We can do something," Stiles said.

"Like what?" Scott and I replied.

"Like find the other half of the body."

"Are you kidding," Scott and I cried. Stiles looked determined and grabbed my hand.

"Come on, we've got to make plans." I let him drag me away and exchanged an exasperated look with Scott.

I finished my homework for the day while Stiles made plans. After a while Scott called and Stiles got really excited for the news. We drove over to Scott's house and Stiles was in the house before I could get out of the jeep.

I made it into Scott's room in time to hear that something had been buried at Derek's.

"I could smell blood," Scott said.

"That's awesome," Stiles blurted. I punched him in the shoulder.

"I mean that's terrible." I rolled my eyes.

"We're going to get proof that Derek is the murderer and then you're going to help me figure out how to play lacrosse without shifting because there is no way that I'm not playing that game Saturday," Scott announced tightening the strings on his stick.

Later we went to the hospital so Scott could get a small of the woman. I plopped down in a chair and giggled as Stiles saw Lydia Martin, his long-time crush and the resident queen of Beacon Hills High. I started reading a pamphlet on heart cancer. Scott came back a little while later and told us that the smell was the same.

"Oh no, you're planning on digging up that body so we have proof to bring to dad aren't you?" I asked Stiles. He grinned.

"Of course I am. We can put this guy away," he crowed, "Come on." He grabbed our arms and dragged us out the door.

That night we headed out to Derek's property. We watched him climb into his black Camaro and drive off before heading over to fresh dirt. Stiles handed me the flashlight.

"Just keep the light on us and keep watch," he told me.

"Are you sure about this Stiles? We could get into a lot of trouble," I asked hesitantly.

"We have to put Derek away," was his only reply. Scott and Stiles started to dig through the mound. I pranced from foot to foot trying to beat back the cold and the nerves. Every once in a while I looked around for Derek returning.

Suddenly they hit something. It was a sack and they quickly started to untie it.

"Hurry," I hissed.

"I'm trying but he tied it in a thousand knots," Stiles snapped back. I scowled at him as they finally uncovered the body.

I screamed.

It wasn't a human body. It was a wolf.

I clapped a hand over my mouth as we sat in stunned silence for a moment.

"That's a wolf," I finally said.

"I can see that," Stiles cried.

"I thought you said you smelled human blood Scott," I asked. He looked up.

"I told Stiles that something was different," he replied.

"Come on, let's just cover this up," Stiles said. I looked around and saw a pale purple plant.

"Hold on, what's that?" I asked. I walked over to it and knelt down.

"I think it's wolfs bane," I announced.

"What's that?" Scott asked. I tuned out as Stiles explained it.

There was a rope coming off the plant. I plucked it from the ground and started to follow it, pulling it up from the dirt. Stiles and Scott watched me silently. I went around in a spiral for several minutes before finally pulling up the last of it.

When I had I glanced around once more I let out a yelp.

The wolf had turned back into a human.

That morning cops were crawling over Derek's house. Scott and I stood by the jeep as Derek was led out.

"Why is he going peacefully?" I whispered to Scott.

"He's probably doesn't want to become a fugitive," he replied back snarkily. I glared at him. Stiles suddenly appeared and walked towards the police car where Derek was being held. He slipped in and we both groaned.

"He's an idiot," I muttered.

A few minutes later Stiles was dragged out by dad. I watched as they started to talk. After a tense conversation Stiles came back over.

We got back into the jeep. As we were driving Scott began to get angrier and angrier. He slammed a hand against the roof of the car. Scott grabbed Stiles' backpack.

"You kept it," he snarled. I saw the wolf's bane.

"What was I supposed to do?" Stiles yelped.

"Stop the car!" Scott's voice had grown rough and deep. Stiles slammed on the brakes and I was pitched forward. I hit the back of Scott's seat and watched as Stiles and Scott climbed out of the car. Stiles threw his backpack but Scott was gone.

That night I went to the game. Scott was determined to play so Stiles and I both figured that Scott would be there. I found a place away from people so I could get up and run if needed. I was nervous and played with my bracelet as the game started. I saw Jackson shove Scott over and dragged a hand across my face. I hoped Scott would be able to keep calm.

I saw the sign that Lydia and Allison were holding and I tensed. It said we love Jackson. I jiggled my foot hesitantly.

The whistle blew and Scott became a demon on the field. He dodged and ducked and danced around the opposing team. He scored a goal and then another and then some more. He was doing great.

Dread pooled in stomach once more. What if Scott attacked someone? He began to hesitate and I tensed even harder. There were six seconds left.

He threw.

And scored.

Everyone went nuts and ran onto the field. I watched Scott run off it though.

"Oh no," I murmured. Allison ran after him.

"Stiles," I called bolting over to him. He looked worried and pointed at dad. He was talking on the phone looking concerned. We walked over to him.

"Is everything ok?" I asked. He held up a finger for us to wait. The feeling of dread grew even colder.

Stiles and I ran into the locker room and saw Allison and Scott kissing. We ducked out of sight and waited until Allison walked past us. She waved hello and we awkwardly waved back. Scott began mooning over Allison and kissing and how he could control it.

"That's great Scott but we have a problem," Stiles shook his head but I pressed on. Scott could moon later "The medical examiner determined that an animal killed that girl. Derek isn't an animal so he got released." Shock flooded Scott's expression.

"Are you kidding?" he gasped.

"No, unfortunately not," I replied.

"And here's a bigger kick in the teeth," Stiles added, "Dad identified the girl as Laura Hale." Recognition filled Scott's eyes.

"Derek Hale's sister," I finished.