Author's Note: I'm sorry I'm so sorry omg this took way too long. See, here's the thing, I got Dragon Age: Inquisition for Christmas and, well, there's apparently 90 hours of missions, not including just regular gameplay. So that's my excuse.

To all who have mentioned/asked: NO. This story is in no danger of being cast aside, so don't worry!

So I'm still having a little trouble with writing block so this chapter is short again but next chapter should be pretty great! Hopefully there's not too many errors.

Scott

I stand between Jackson and Avery as they stare each other down. Both of their eyes are beginning to gleam gold and it won't be long until they're both at each other's throats, trying to tear them out in front of both lacrosse teams.

My experiences with out of control werewolves has usually been, well, me.

And looking at the two of them, it suddenly hits me how Stiles must feel all the time.

I try to think of when I was new at this and couldn't control myself, and I suddenly know just what to do. I grab both Avery's and Jackson's hands and twist them so harshly that they both snap.

The two of them let out pained noises as they try to wrench their arms out of my grasp. I let them go, and they both cradle their now broken wrists in their hands. "McCall…." Jackson grinds between his teeth as he looks up at me with the same hateful look he always gives me. They don't hold even a trace of gold in them.

I look at Avery to make sure she's back to normal, and she looks like herself, but at the same time, she isn't. She stares down at her wrist, but her eyes are glazed over, like she's seeing something else. "Avery?" I ask, trying to get her attention.

She blinks, but her eyes don't look up at me. "Thank you, Scott." Her voice has an edge of pain to it, but her wrist is already healing. She slowly rolls it, working out the pain as he bones reset. She makes a fist and then relaxes her hand. When she looks up, her eyes are cold and distant, but her heartbeat beats furiously. "We're taking the stadium field today." She says as if it's a simple fact.

Her eyes look over to Jake, and they linger there for a moment before she turns away, grabs her lacrosse stick from the ground and jogs back into the shuttle line she was in.

Jackson stares at me angrily, "Nice going, idiot." He says, purposefully hitting my shoulder as he walks past me, leading the team to the practice field.

I stand there a few moments longer, keeping my eyes on Avery, who seems completely stoic as she runs through the line, makes a nice catch on a bad pass, and gives her teammate a perfectly placed pass right to her stick.

Stiles comes to stand next to me, "We need to talk to Derek." I say. His only response is a deep exhale.

Avery

Practice flew by quickly, but everything just made me more frustrated. I wanted to tell Derek that Jake's back, that maybe we can finally figure out what happened and have the whole story. I just want to get rid of this blank space in my head, I just want to get out of here.

But I had the entire practice to get through, so I tried to find some sort of release for my frustration in practice. But I couldn't find it.

No one was going hard enough, no one was pushing themselves enough for me to find any satisfaction. I knew that they were saving themselves because at the end of practice Hathaway would make us all sprint all over again, but I just wanted something to take my mind off of things, and the team's slowed pace was not helping.

When sprints finally came around I was able to put my mind off of things for a while, but only until the suicides were over. Then it was back to thinking and wondering and not having any answers for anything that I questioned.

After the sprints, practice was over, and I was still full of unhappy, unused energy, and I was chomping at the bit because of it. I rushed to my car afterwards and sped off to the train station, not even bothering to change back into normal clothes after practice.

I smelled like a mixture of deodorant and sweat, but there was nothing to be done about that. When I pulled up to the station, I found Derek's Camaro already there parked on the street. I parked right behind him and quickly made my way down the stairs and inside.

I look around to find Erica in her usual spot on top of the train car, Boyd inside the train car leaning out, and Derek is in front of them all, leaning against one of the old columns of the place. Isaac is nowhere to be found, but I brush that off quickly.

"Jake is back." I say bluntly.

Derek's face doesn't change from the perfectly stoic face he always has on. His arms are folded across his chest, emphasizing the breath he pulls in slowly. My eyebrows push together in confusion. "You…knew..?" I ask. I look to Erica and Boyd, "Did you tell him?"

Erica shrugs, "Didn't have to." She says curtly.

I look to Derek again and he pushes himself off of the column. "How did you know he was back?" I ask, my voice sounding like an accusation because my stomach is turning uneasily.

"Doesn't matter," he says. I brush off the fact that it did, in fact, matter, and I try to focus.

"Alright, well then what are we going to do about it?"

"What do you mean? He's back now, the police will do what they do and we stay out of their way." He answers.

Some part of me knows that's the rational thing to do, the sane thing, the sure thing. But another part of me, one blinded with anger, or maybe desperation, set in. "I need to know everything that happened that night, Derek. The police can't give me my memories back."

"Neither can I." he says, his voice is angry and frustrated.

I just stand there staring at him blankly as a previous conversation plays in my head.

"Can you help me remember? Can you?" I ask.

"If that's what you want." He replies.

He almost opened his mouth to respond, but Isaac came bounding down the staircase with his lacrosse bag in hand. Tossing it onto a bench, he smiled widely, "Sorry, we had to stay late to get our uniforms today."

Derek turned toward him, leaving me utterly confused and obviously angry. "We hadn't started yet, anyway." he tells Isaac. "You're with Avery today, teach her some basics." I manage to hold in a growl.

"Erica, Boyd," Derek says, turning towards them, "you're with me."

I clench my fists, letting my nails cut into my palms. He lied to me. He lied to me and told me he could help me when he couldn't, and now he's brushing it off like it was nothing.

I turn away and begin walking up the staircase. "Avery." Derek calls behind me. "Where are you going?" he asks in a voice that sounded half exhausted, half infuriated.

"I'm going to find out what happened to me." I reach the top of the stairs and step outside, only to have Derek appear beside me.

"What does it matter?" he grind between his teeth as I walk towards my car. "You were drunk, you got in the car, you crashed, now you're here. How in fuck's name does it matter how it got to be this way? The police will arrest him and find out whatever to fuck happened so what does it matter?"

"It matters." I practically hiss as I turn to face him before I fling open the car door and step inside, slamming the door behind me. I grab my keys and push them into the ignition, by the time I look back up, Derek is gone.

I reach over to my wallet and pull Sherriff Stilinski's card out of it. On the backside of the card, his private information is listed, including his home address.

Isaac

Derek came down the stairs at a quick pace. Erica, Boyd, and I could clearly hear him and Avery from down here. If I didn't know him better, I would probably ask him what the hell his problem is and why he was acting like such a dick.

But by now, I know him well enough to know that when he acts like this, it's not without reason, not saying it's a good reason, but there's always one behind it.

I take a deep breath and try to change the subject before he begins shouting about why we're all just standing here. "Jackson and Avery nearly tore each other's throats out today at practice," I say, knowing full well this won't lighten his mood at all, but it might stop him from taking his anger out on us, "we really need to start working on them."

He takes a deep, frustrated breath and runs a hand through his hair. "She's not going to do anything, not until she remembers what happened."

"Can you really blame her?" Erica shrugs. Everyone looks toward Erica then, all of us wondering why the hell she would ever defend Avery. "What?" she asks, looking around at all of us, "That night kind of changed everything about her life, wouldn't you guys want to know what went on?"

The station falls silent for a few moments before Boyd asks, "Did you really tell her you could help her get her memories back?"

Derek looks up at him with darkened eyes, he nods once, and turns away, pacing off toward the tunnel. "But you can't actually do that," Boyd continues.

Just then, Derek's frame straightens up, as if he'd just remembered something. He swiftly turns around to face us, his eyes wide with thought. His thumb brushes over the stubble above his lip as he stares through us. "Actually," he says slowly, as if he was pulling his words from air, "I think I can." A small curve pulls at his mouth, leaving all of us severely confused.

Stiles

Scott flips through the channels, trying to decide what reality show to watch. "Alright, so what are we going to do? Walk up and be like 'hey Derek, could you keep your sourwolf babies on a leash please? We'd probably get expelled if lacrosse players started shredding each other on the fields, kay? Thanks buddy'?" I say with my usual amount of sarcasm as I push myself off my couch and make my way into the kitchen to make one of those microwavable pizzas.

"I don't know man," Scott says, "every time we go to 'talk' to Derek something goes wrong and we really don't need any more bad blood between us, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I say, waving him off, "but it's not like we can just sit around and expect him to take care of everything, right? I mean look, he changed Jackson and hasn't done a damn thing with him." I can practically feel Scott's eyes roll as he sighs.

The doorbell rings just as I place the pizza on a plate and put it into the microwave. I quickly hit the buttons and it begins heating up my obligatory after practice pizza.

"If nothing else we should keep a close eye on Jackson, at least." I say in passing as I head to the front door.

"Jake, too." He adds, "I don't trust him at all, did you see the way Avery's eyes locked on to him?"

I almost turn back to respond but my hand had already encircled the knob and had begun turning it. I pull open the door to find Avery sanding there, looking a bit peeved. "I need your help." She says. "Yours too, Scott." She calls inside.

For a second I wonder if she's peeved at the two of us talking about her and Jake, but it seems like there's more to it. She makes her way past me inside and comes to a stop in the living room, looking between me and Scott. "We're going to break into wherever the police have my car."

Scott's face twists in both surprise and confusion.

"What? Why? Why on earth would we do that?" I ask maybe too quickly.

"Because," she says with a shrug, "I just need to move past this and I think this is the only way I'll be able to." Scott and I stare at each other, having a silent conversation, or at least attempting to. "So? Are you going to help me? All I need is to know where my car is and I need a lookout, but everything else I can do myself."

I look at her and try to wipe the memory of her glaring at Jake from my mind. But it suddenly hits me that when she made eye contact with Jake was when she really began to get angry at practice. So if we do this, maybe she'll be fine from now on, and the only sourwolf junior we'll have to worry about would be Jackson.

I give one final look to Scott, who is systematically staring me down, telling me no, no, absolutely not.

"Okay," I say looking at Avery, "let's do it."

Author's Note: So, yeah, that's it. I know, it was short for an update that has taken forever. BUT next time: A little break in at the police station, Averek goes through their first rough patch, and...werewolves go clubbing?

So, with regards to their first little fight, who do you think was in the wrong? Should Avery really just leave things be and let the police handle it? Does it really matter what happened to lead her where she is now? Should she just let it go? ORRR Did Derek cross the line in telling her to forget about such and important event? Let me know which side you're on!

I'll try to be better about updating! Thank you all for your patience with me!