Disclaimer: I do not own any part of teen wolf. The only thing I own is Scout and her plotline. If I did own teen wolf the plotline would not suck for season 6
"Yes Stiles even that little South America shaped scar on my arm that you like is gone."
Scout had managed to call Stiles and let him know about her earlier episode and the disappearing act of any distinguishing blemishes on her body. While Stiles informed Scout of the new appearance of Allison's savage grandfather, and them discovering Lydia in the woods.
"Aww man but I loved that scar, it was so cute." Stiles moaned into the phone.
"Yeah well it's gone, and that's the least of our problems. My subconscious is apparently trying to drown me and if that doesn't work at killing me then the Argent family will finish the job."
"Don't say that! As if I don't already have enough anxiety as it is, I don't need to worry about you trying to kill yourself. Let's just not worry about it until we ask Deaton and Scott, ok?"
"Alright whatever I'm just being paranoid. By the way, how is Scott doing? I know Argent breaking the code and killing that man the other night freaked him out real bad." Scout questioned.
"Eh he's fine, just a little shocked I guess and he doesn't know what to say to Allison about the whole thing. Actually I think he's talking to her about it right now"
"Right now? It's midnight!"
"You know they can't see each other at school."
"Ugh, seems like too much work."
"Wow, you're a real romantic aren't you?" Stiles said sarcastically.
"Sorry not sorry." Scout replied cheekily.
"Yeah alright, whatever. I love you, good night you weirdo."
"I'm serious. It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same." Scott said walking with Stiles towards the locker room the next morning for lacrosse practice
"Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people like me?" Stiles asked sarcastically.
"I swear I don't have the urge to maim and kill you." Scott pleaded.
"You know, you say that now but then the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay? And it's very stressful on me and Scout so yes, we're still locking you up."
"Okay, fine. But I do think I'm in more control now. Especially since things are good with Allison." Scott replied leaning up against Stile's locker.
"Okay, I'm aware of how good things are with Allison."
"They're really good." Scott said suggestively.
" I - thank you, I know."
"I mean, like, really good." Scott continued.
"All right, I get it! Just please shut the hell up before I have the urge to maim and kill myself." Stiles exclaimed.
"Speaking of the urge to maim and kill yourself, how's Scout doing?"
"I don't know man, I'm worried. I believe her of course, but the whole thing is weird."
"Do you think, you know, that it has to do with the bite?" Scott asked tentatively.
"I don't know any other explanation unfortunately." Stiles answered
"Besides if anything happens, with either of you." Stiles said looking at Scott accusingly. "I have something much better than handcuffs to hold you two." He said smugly before opening his locker.
...and accidentally letting a large metal chain unravel for a good 30 seconds.
Scott and every other player looked over at Stiles in shock. Some suggestively, some in horror.
Coach walked over and stopped in front of Stiles and the metal chain "Part of me wants to ask. The other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So - I'm gonna walk away."
"That's good. That's a wise choice, coach." Stiles answered, not able to look coach in the face.
Scott and Stiles both bent over to pick up the chain when Scott's eyes suddenly flashed yellow and he looked around alarmed.
Stiles looked up as well when he noticed that Scott had stopped trying to collect the chain.
"You okay, Scott?" Stiles asked with a confused look on his face.
"There's another. In here, right now."
"Another what?"
"Another werewolf."
Stiles looked around curiously.
Meanwhile right around the corner of the locker room Isaac Lahey stilled from tying his shoe laces and looked up alarmed.
-Scout, Allison, and Lydia walked slowly towards the entrance of the school together. The first time since Lydia had been found the other night.
"You really don't remember anything? "Allison asked.
"They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying 'We have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days. 'But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds." Lydia answered.
Scout laughed at Lydia's answer and replied "That's one way to go about it I guess."
When they had reached the double doors that would lead them into the school, Allison stopped. "Are you ready for this?"
"Please. It's not like my aunt's a serial killer." Lydia replied flippantly.
Scout cringed from her place behind Lydia and mouthed the word ' Sorry' to Allison.
Allison shrugged and the pushed the doors open, following Lydia inside.
As soon as Lydia took a step inside every eye in the building was turned towards her, staring, wondering what had happened to the once popular girl to make her run naked through the woods for two days.
Lydia had stopped in her place, a panicked look on her face.
" Maybe it's the nine pounds." Allison whispered from behind her.
Lydia faltered again for a moment before, in a totally 'Lydia-like fashion', she flipped her hair over her shoulder and strutted through the hallway as if she owned it leaving Scout and Allison to trail after her awkwardly.
Scout was sitting in her seat next to Jackson's empty chair in Harris' room secretly texting Scott and Stiles underneath her desk about Isaac Lahey, Derek's new beta.
Scout: Why would Derek choose Isaac?
Stiles: Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you it could kill you. And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving.
Scott: Doesn't being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?
Stiles: Well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness.
"Wait!" Scout looked up to see Stiles whisper shouting at Danny. "Danny. Where's Jackson?"
"In the principal's office talking to your dad." Danny replied looking annoyed and confused from his place behind Stiles.
" What? Why?"
"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac." Danny answered in a duh tone of voice.
Stiles turned back around in his seat before leaning over in an attempt to make eye contact with Scout.
'witness' Stiles mouthed to her. ' We gotta get to the principal's office.'
Scout threw her head back, groaned silently and cursed Stiles and Scott.
"Everyone please turn to page 73." Mr. Harrison said facing the board before a paper ball hit him on the back of the head making the class erupt with laughter.
"Who in the hell did that?" Mr. Harris turned around and questioned angrily. Before both Stiles and Scott turned to the other and pointed.
As Scott and Stiles were leaving the room after achieving their goal of being sent to the principal's office, Scott turned to look back and widen his eyes at Scout as if to say 'come on'. But all he got back was an evil looking smirk.
"Mr. Harris I need to use the restroom." Scout whined without raising her hand.
Mr. Harris looked over at Scout with a glare and said "I don't care if you are literally about to explode with urine, you're not leaving this classroom."
"But Mr. Harris, I'm about to bleed all over your seat." She called back in an innocent tone of voice.
Scout, Scott, and Stiles were all sitting in the chairs outside the principal's office.
Scott was leaned over and repeating the conversation between the Sheriff and Jackson, where basically Jackson told them that they had a reason to keep Isaac overnight, Isaac's dad was beating him.
When Sheriff Stilinski walked out after he was done questioning Jackson, Stiles thrashed around trying to cover his face with a magazine, as if that would make sure his dad didn't see him.
Sheriff sighed and sarcastically said "Hi Scott, hi Scout."
Scott made a noise and awkwardly waved at the sheriff and Scout beamed back at him innocently and said "Hey Mr. Stilinski."
Sheriff looked as if he was going to say something else before he shook his head and kept walking.
Stiles sighed and lowered the magazine, relieved that his dad was gone.
Before the door to the principal's office opened once again and out came Gerard Argent, Allison's grandfather, who said "Come on in."