(Unedited.)

You tugged your red practice jersey over your head. The white number/s (Your Favorite Number) was/were placed on the front and back, as well as McCall written across the top of the back. "Did you apologize to Allison?" Stiles' voice rang out in the busy locker room as you looked up to see your brother and Stiles not far from you. Coach made you guys share locker rooms, beings as you were the only girl anyway. You didn't mind, your brother would tell the principal if anyone tried to touch you.

"Yeah," Scott replied his mind elsewhere.

"Did she give you a second chance or-"

"Yeah."

"Yeah! All right. So everything's good."

"Her dad tried to murder Scott," You mumbled to Stiles, who's eyes widened.

"Allison's father?"

"Shot me with a crossbow."

Stiles sighed. "He didn't recognize you, right?"

They continued talking as you trudged onto the field outside, a set-in frown on your face. You so badly wanted to punch Coach in the face and yell that you deserved to make the cut but you knew that wouldn't help anything. You sat on the bench and readjusted your laces to make sure they were tight before standing up and heading onto the field. "McCall!" Coach yelled, but you immediately assumed he was talking to your brother so you made no move to turn to him. "(Y/N)!" You turned around, startled. "You're in goal." You nodded silently and grabbed the goalie stick and headed to the goal. A group of boys took practice shots, some going into the goal, some not. Once everyone was ready, Jackson was put on the defense for a drill and the rest of the players lined up. A couple of guys went first, Lydia's boyfriend doing well with everyone. You groaned internally when you saw that Scott was next. He stood there, not doing anything. "McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go." A whistle blew and he ran towards Jackson, only to be shoved backward and onto the ground.

"You sure you still wanna be first line, McCall?" He mocked as he walked away. You grabbed his wrist, pulling him back towards you. Built up anger released as you clenched his wrist tightly. You were still weak, so it just lead him to stay and listen to your rant.

"Don't insult my brother anymore. I saw you in the locker room yesterday and if you even touch him, I will personally hurt you." You seethed.

He chuckled. "Nice try, (Y/N), but-"

"Remember you have balls and I don't." You growled.

Jackson took his wrist back and glared at you before getting into position for your brother to retry. He slammed into Jackson, knocking him back onto the ground. A smile spread across your face before you remembered that your brother is literally a werewolf and he's on the ground holding his head. You dropped your stick and helmet, running over to him.

"Scott, are you okay?" You asked as Stiles ran over as well.

"I can't control it. It's happening." Scott growled.

You head darted up to look at your best friend with a horrified look on your face. Stiles and you helped Scott up and rushed to the locker rooms. He collapsed to the floor as soon as you guys got in the room. His breaths were heavy as he looked up.

"Get away from me!" He yelled, causing you and Stiles to get up and dart away. Your brother jumped on top of the lockers.

You darted to the other side, but he followed you instead of Stiles. Panic washed over you, turning your blood cold. That wasn't your brother anymore. The stone-hearted werewolf side took control over him, changing him. That was all he was until he shifted back later. Scott jumped down on top of you, your head violently smacking the white tile beneath you. The white tile was stained red from the impact of your head and your vision blurred. Claws ran down your arms and legs, making you scream in pain and see black spots in your already messed up vision. Cold, wet air washed over you. In mere seconds, Scott shifted back and yelled your name. It echoed in your mind as the world finally faded to blackness.

* T*

I bounced my leg nervously, Stiles biting his lip. My mom walked out, making me jump out of the plastic waiting chair. "Is she okay?" Were the first words out of my mouth.

"She's fine. She'll need stitches and her head will take a bit to heal up completely, but no serious damage was done." Mom mumbled, flipping through the papers on the clipboard she held. "She'll have mild headaches for a couple weeks. She can come to practices and games, just not play. Your sister can't go to school for a while, but she assumed you'd help. You two are gonna have to look after her. I can't believe a wild dog got into the locker room." She shook her head and walked off to go aid someone else.

"Stiles, I almost killed her." I let out in a whisper.

"I know, I would so hurt you if you killed my future love life," Stiles grumbled

"Your future- You like my sister?" I asked, turning to him.

"Psh- No. Totally not. Who even said that? I like Lydia."

"Stiles-"

"Scott, go see her." Stiles tried to distract me.

I growled and got up, quickly walking to find the room she was in. Once I saw her, my heart stopped. (Y/N), my best friend, my sister, looked terrible. She was hooked up to multiple machines. I did that. I did that to her. Red gashes on her arms were stitched up, her head wrapped in a white cloth. Her (e/c) locked with my gaze. I could hear her heartbeat. It was rapid, quick. It was fear. I wasn't going to let her be afraid of me. I couldn't. I needed her with me regardless of whatever the hell I was. The door creaked as I opened it, and she looked so small. (Y/N) tried to hug herself to make her appear smaller.

* ( Y / N ) *

Panic flooded your veins as you saw him. Being afraid of your brother was justified, but it was dumb. He was your brother.

"(Y/N), I am so sorry..." Scott mumbled hesitantly.

Your mind was whirring. You stared at him, processing his apology. He really meant it, of course. Scott used to cry when he was little because he accidentally hurt you. There's no difference now, except he didn't cry.

"You have to control that, Scott. You could've killed me, and I kinda like living." You said, a small smile tugging at your lips at your pathetic attempt to make a joke.

He forced a soft smile. "You're so right. I told mom it was a wild dog. Technically, it's not a lie." Guilt flooded his eyes after he said that. The brown eyes you've known for all your life glistened, and you knew he was about to cry.

"Scott, no. If you cry, I'm gonna cry. I don't wanna cry." The fear that filled your body at seeing your brother completely left you when you saw him so upset. "Just get over here and hug me."

The guilt slightly washed away as a smile came to Scott's face. He walked over from the doorway and up to your bedside. You leaned over slightly into his arms. You pondered what to say to break the comfortable silence. "How's Stiles?" The words slipped out of your mouth before you could contain them. You little, tiny, miniature crush on Stiles couldn't be known, especially by your overprotective brother. Or the best friend you asked about for that matter.

"He can't see you because it's family only and he's freaking out. I mean, I was worse but-but he's up there."

You chuckled. "Ask mom to let him in."

Scott nodded and rushed out, nearly hitting the doorframe as he did so. "Stiles!" His voice echoed from the small distance down the hall. You heard loud running footsteps before Stiles appeared in the doorway. He was out of breath and it made you giggle.

"Hi there, Stilinski."

He jogged over to you, half-hugging you. "I'm glad you're okay. I was really worried. Like, the frickin' doctors wouldn't let me in here and your mom couldn't get me in here and-"

"Stiles." You chuckled, stopping him. "You're rambling."

He ran a hand through his 'hair' and nodded. "Yeah, I am doing that. I'll see you later, yeah?"

You nodded, smiling as your mom dragged him out.

You were sitting in your room when Scott got home. You smiled. You and mom planned to surprise your brother with you coming home earlier than expected. Mom winked at you before walking into to check on Scott. You followed behind her, leaning against the door as she talked to him.

"Oh, and, I have another surprise." She said as she pulled you around the corner, putting you into Scott's line of view.

He groaned and looked up, but his tired gaze turned excited in mere seconds. "(Y/N)!" Your brother hopped up, pulling you into a tight hug. You hugged him back as mom left. "Thank God you're okay..." He mumbled.

You smiled and pulled back. "Just don't try and kill me again, bro," You said, playfully shoving him. Scott's laptop went off, his Skype ringing. Stiles' name popped up and you smiled. "Let's surprise him too." You said as you stood off to the side, your brother answering the call.

"What'd you find out?"

"Well, it's bad. Jackson has a separated shoulder." Stiles admitted.

"A separated shoulder? Jesus Scott." You said, smiling and going behind him. You waved to the camera. "Hi, Stiles."

"Hey (Y/N)," He mumbled casually. "Wait, (Y/N)? Oh, my god, you're home?"

You nodded and smiled. "See you at the game, Stilinski." You winked and headed to your room. You turned up your music loudly and laid back on your bed, finishing your homework before falling asleep.

You followed behind Scott, furrowing your brows in confusion. "What do you mean you have to play? Scott, you're gonna accidentally murder someone."

He sighed. "I know, I-" Scott stopped mid-sentence to turn to Allison, the new girl.

"Hey," She smiled. "Busy?"

"No, it's just our mom. She's nothing." He said hurriedly.

She shot him a concerned look which he quickly said: "It's nothing, I'm never busy for you."

Allison smiled. "I like the sound of that. I have to run to French class, but I wanted you to know I'm coming to see you play tomorrow."

"You are?"

"And we're all going out afterward. You, me, (Y/N), Lydia, Jackson. It's gonna be great. Tell Stiles to come too. Uh, save me a seat at lunch. I gotta go." She said as she walked off. "Bye (Y/N)! Oh! Text me about that thing!" You blushed as she winked and walked off.

"What was the-"

"Nothing!" You said, cutting him off and rushing to your next class.

"(Y/N), you gotta tell me what Allison was talking about," Scott said, closing his locker.

You chuckled. "Uh, no." Suddenly, your brother was dragged away by a figure in a plaid shirt. You rolled your eyes and followed.

"Curfew because of the body." He said, turning to face Stiles and you.

You raised an eyebrow as Stiles groaned. "Unbelievable! My dad's out looking for a rabid animal, while the jerkoff who actually killed the girl is just hangin' out, doing whatever he wants."

"We can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek."

"I can do something."

"Like what?"

"Find the other half of the body."

"Are you kidding?" Scott called as Stiles walked off.

You looked over to see Lydia introducing Allison to a lacrosse player. She smiled at you and waved you over. Closing your open locker, you walked over and smiled at Lydia. She grabbed your hand and walked off with the lacrosse player following behind you.

You were sitting in your brother's room, doing some homework. You hummed softly as you wrote the answer down on the paper. As you finished you stood, going to head into your room. Until Scott's door smacked you in the face.

"What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And, yes, I've had a lot of Adderall, so -" Stiles said.

Scott was silent as he pointed you as you held your nose, blood slowly running down your hand. He turned to look at you. "Oh, my god! (Y/N), I am so sorry-"

You held up your non-bloodied hand and walked past him to the bathroom. You used your hip to open the door. You sighed, reaching for the faucet when the water started to run from the tap. Your hand stopped, pausing. How did-? The water turned on by itself, without you touching it. Eventually, you just mentally shrugged and washed the blood off of your hand and blew your nose until the flow of crimson blood stopped. You washed your hands and turned the faucet off, walking back to your brother's room.

As you walked in, Scott grabbed your arm and dragged you downstairs. "Scott, brother, use words. Don't drag me places."

"We're going to the hospital, I need to get the scent of the girl to see if it matches the scent at Derek's house."

"Uh- alrighty then." You shrugged and went to get the shotgun seat, but Scott reached the door a second before you. You glared at him and climbed into the back. Your phone vibrated as you pulled it out and sighed, seeing Allison's name. The preview text read: 'So, about liking St...' You unlocked your phone and read the entire text.

'New Message: Allison.'

Allison: So, about liking Stiles, how long has it been going on? And, how big of a crush is it?

You: A week or so. And, it's pretty schoolgirl, but I dunno how long that'll last because right now he looks really adorable. Even if he did hit me in the face with a door earlier.

Allison: He hit you with a door?

You: Yup. My nose bled. Oh, well. You gotta help me out, Allison. Ask him if he likes someone. Pleaaaaaaaassssssseeeeeeeeeeeee...

Allison: I guess I have something up my sleeve... ;)

You: Thank yooooooou.

You tucked your phone away as you guys pulled into the hospital parking lot. "If you get caught sniffing dead bodies I am not explaining that to mom."

Stiles chuckled as you three walked inside. Scott walked off and you sat in a seat. Your best friend was about to sit next to you until he was Lydia, then he attempted to talk to her, which failed. An unintentional sigh left your lips as you saw this. He plopped down next to you.

Another buzz from your phone alerted you of a new message.

'New Message: Allison.'

Allison: Come over before the lacrosse game. I know you're still bummed out about not being able to play but we can hang out for a bit.

You: I'll be over soon.

You put your phone away, turning to Stiles. "I'll see you guys at the game." You absentmindedly kissed his cheek, something you did with Scott when you guys were younger. As you walked out, planning on jogging to Allison's, you realized what you did. "Oh, God." You mumbled to yourself before running to her house.

You arrived not soon after, knocking on the door. She answered, smiling.

"Hey, (Y/N). C'mon in, did you run here?"

You nodded. "I made a mistake, Allison. A horrible, terrible mistake and I'm dead. I'm so dead."

Allison raised an eyebrow as she closed the door. "What did you do?"

"I kissed Stiles on the cheek out of habit with Scott and I just left."

"I'm sure he'll talk to you tomorrow. I'll still ask."

You nodded, going upstairs and sitting on her bed. "I'm so angry that even if I didn't have head trauma I still couldn't play in the game."

She nodded. "It sucks, I get it." The bed creaked as she sat next to you.

"So, what's with you and my brother?" You asked, nudging her with your elbow.

"I really like him."

"And he really likes you. Just date already. Or kiss, or something, I don't know. But you guys have to get together!"

She chuckled as your phone vibrated for what feels like the 100th time today. It was from Stiles. You could feel the nervousness set in your stomach as you opened the message.

'New Message: Stiles.'

Stiles: Scott ran off, I have no clue where he is. Where are you?

You: I'm with Allison.

Stiles: Look for Scott, he's gonna end up killing someone. Also, we're gonna talk later.

You: no we're not. I'll look for my brother.

Stiles: Yes we are, go get 'em, tiger.

You set you phone down and looked out Allison's window only to see your brother perched on her roof. A confused look passed over you before you quickly walked over and closed the curtains. The sound of tires going over gravel traveled through the slightly open window.

"Oh! My dad's home, I want him to meet you." Allison said, pulling you with her downstairs. As she opened the door, the red car hit a figure in a gray hoodie. Scott.

You rushed over, helping him flip over. Allison ran over as well. "Dad, what the hell are you doing?"

"He- He came out of nowhere, Allison." Her dad defended.

"Are you trying to kill him?"

"No, no. Of course not. He just - he just ran out into the driveway."

Scott perked up. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'm sorry."

"You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Completely. Uh, I should go. I have a lacrosse game to get to. You're still coming, right?"

"Of course, I'm coming."

"We both are." Her dad added.

Scott walked off and you three went back inside. "Oh! Dad-" Allison said, grabbing your hand. "This is (Y/N), Scott's sister. Twin sister, actually."

He smiled. "I'm Chris, nice to meet you."

You nodded, a small smile on your face. "I'm (Y/N), as she said." You said, holding out your hand. He shook it.

You and Allison headed upstairs so she could finish her hair and makeup and whatnot. Laying back on her bed, you groaned, remembering you promised Stiles you'd be there.

"Stiles is gonna be there," You announced, sighing.

She nodded, brushing her hair as she giggled. "That is gonna be amusing to watch."

You pouted. "Shut up!"

"Oh, look! There he is!" Allison said, looking towards Stiles and Scott walking towards the benches. Your eyes widened as you and Stiles made eye contact. The look in his eyes told you without words he wanted you over but he nonetheless, ushered you over. You shook your head rapidly. 'Play the game.' You mouthed to him and he rolled his eyes, sitting down next to your brother. Until Scott was pulled by Lydia, who you assumed was telling him not to lose because that's her big problem with her boy toy not being in the best shape for the game. You soon noticed no one was passing to your brother, no matter how open he was. Jackson even shoved him down to get to the ball before him. You growled under your breath, angry that he was still treating your brother like shit. You stood and clapped anyway, but not putting much vigor into the action. Allison and Lydia held up a sign that read: 'We Luv U Jackson.' But, you just hoped Scott didn't get too angry. Through the cheers, you cupped your hands around your mouth and shouted. "Let's go, McCall #2!"

He looked over at the sign, but you yelled it again and a small smile came to his face. Nonetheless, he still shook his head angrily and got into position.

"Which one's your brother again?" Chris asked you. You were about to answer when Lydia cut you off.

"#11, aka the only one who hasn't caught a single ball this game." She said, standing and asking for Allison's help with holding up the sign. She reluctantly agreed. You could tell she was worried about Scott, you were too.

Soon enough, the ball was up in the air. You hoped it was gonna hit someone in the head to entertain yourself, but miraculous #11 jumped over the other player and caught the ball. You were stunned into silence before you cheered for him, standing. He was dodging players left and right, getting closer and closer to the goal. Scott shot it, scoring a point. You cheered for him once again.

Once the other team deliberately passed Scott the ball, he scored again. 39 seconds were left in the game, and it was tied 5 to 5. He was surrounded by about three of the opposing team's defenders, and the time was slowly ticking away. As there was nearly not enough time, he shot the ball, scoring the winning point. You ran off the bleachers with Allison, only to see Scott running to the locker room. You panicked, thinking his wolf-ness flared up. As you went to run, someone grabbed your wrist. It was Stiles. "Stiles now is not the time. Allison ran after Scott who was obviously running away for a reason and-"

"Did you kiss me because you like me?" He asked, looking into your eyes despite the height difference.

You smirked. "Maybe," You said, slipping your arm back and dashing after Scott. As you ran in, Stiles not far behind, you weren't surprised to find Allison and Scott kissing. You made a face and turned away.

She walked back, after breaking away from your brother. "Hi, Stiles, (Y/N)."

Scott walked over to you two with the biggest grin on his face. "I kissed her."

"We saw."

"She kissed me."

"Saw that too," Stiles said. "It's pretty good, huh?"

"I don't know how but-But I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad."

"Yeah, we'll talk later then." Stiles half-smiled.

"What?" Scott asked, sensing he was off as well as you.

He sighed. "The Medical Examiner looked at the other half of the body we found."

"And?"

"Well, I'll keep it simple. Medical Examiner determined killer of girl to be animal not human. Derek is human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail."

"Are you kidding?"

"No, and here's the kick in the ass. My Dad I.D.'ed the dead girl, both halves, name's Laura Hale."

"Hale?"

"Derek's sister."

You stood there in silence, watching this go down. You honestly weren't surprised, Derek wouldn't be stupid enough to bury the body on the side of his yard where it was so visible. Scott sighed. "I have to get home and shower. Talk to you tomorrow, if I'm not dead." He walked out, and you went to follow when Stiles grabbed your wrist for the second time that night.

He turned you to face him. "I like you too, (Y/N)."

You scoffed. "Stiles, you like Lydia. Lydia Martin. The girl with perfect strawberry blonde hair and stunning green eyes. Not me."

"No- (Y/N), I mean I used to but I don't."

As you went to leave again, he turned you back. "I will prove it to you."

"Uh huh-"

"Starting now." He mumbled as he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You were surprised, but melted into the kiss. Soon, he pulled away as footsteps echoed into the locker room.

"No," Scott said, loudly.

You turned, realizing, once again, your brother heard everything that just went down.

He walked over to you and pulled you away from Stiles. You laughed at the look on his face as your brother dragged you out.

"(Y/N), you are not dating Stiles," Scott grumbled.

"Why not?" You said defensively. "He's your best friend, it's not like you don't know everything about him."

He sighed. "You are not dating Stiles, (Y/N)."

You frowned, tugging your arm away and speed walking up to the car in a vain attempt to escape your brother. Why couldn't you date the guy you've liked and known for God knows how many years? Regardless, going against Scott was bound to happen. One way or the other.

A/N: Hey guys. This is the second episode of season one, Second Chance at First Line. Okay, okay. I know that this chapter is extremely generic with Stiles saying he doesn't like Lydia and that he likes the reader and blah blah blah. But, I swear you and Stiles aren't gonna make out in the next chapter. This is just a small thing to entertain you guys and it does have some meaning, I swear. Sorry, it took so long, I was busy with tests n' stuff. Have a good day. Vote and comment if you liked the chapter. OH! And, yes, the reader is a part of the supernatural fam, but I swear you're not super-overpowered and shit. You aren't a true alpha or werewolf or a kanima or whatever the hell this show has come up with. My 'creature' is really not mine, but I will explain more of what you are later. Enjoy the chapter guys.

-Ellie 3