Okay so I haven't heard anything negative about my idea for an OC so I'm going to use them. Trust me if you life the story so far you're going to love who I had to the mix.

Scott wasn't really looking forward to going to school that morning. For one he had to tell everyone he wasn't playing in the game after seriously injuring their other star player, and another was he knew his mom was going to take a shift off to see him play. Scott sighed as he rolled out of bed and decided there was no easy way out of this.

What if Derek didn't stop at just hurting Stiles, what if he went after his mom, or Allison. The two of them couldn't protect themselves like Stiles and himself.

So hunting down the coach when he got to school was just the beginning.

"Coach I need to talk to you."

He started out, figuring it would be the most direct way of approaching the man who was almost as spastic as Stiles. But no one was like Stiles so Scott knew he could handle him. The coach led them into his office and Scott got tired of waiting for a response and decided to blurt out what he needed to say.

"I can't play in the game this Friday."

Coach Finstock looked like someone just shot him in the foot.

"What?"

He asked as if he hadn't just heard what Scott had said.

"I'm not playing the game."

Scott said a little louder than he had before. Feeling the weight of his own words crash down on him.

"Is it a girl thing?"

Scott frowned.

"No."

"Is it a guy?"

Scott was then thrown back a bit but answered instantly as well.

"No, no it's not a guy thing."

But the coach didn't stop there.

"You know our goalie Danny's gay,

"I know coach but that's not it."

He got cut off by the man once more.

"You don't think Danny's a good looking guy?"

Scott isn't sure what compelled him to answer, maybe years of being asked ridiculous questions by Stiles and being bugged endlessly until he answered them had made him that way.

"Sure I think he's good looking, but I like girls! That's not it anyway."

He finished as he realized what he said.

"Look I-"

"What is it drugs, are you on meth?"

Coach Finstock was getting desperate at this point there was no way he was letting his best player sit out.

"Cause I had a brother that was addicted to meth. You should have seen what it did to his teeth they were all cracked and rotted it was disgusting."

"Oh God what happened to him?"

Scott asked forgetting his mission because of the coach's story.

"He got veneers."

Scott couldn't believe he let himself get distracted like that. He shook his head in self-disappointment.

"Is that what this is about? Are you afraid of getting hurt McCall?"

Coach Finstock asked in disbelief.

"No. I'm having some issues with dealing with aggression."

"Well here's the good news that's why you play lacrosse. Problem solved."

Scott was frustrated at this point.

"Look I can't play the game tomorrow night."

He said sternly. It was the same voice he used when he talked Stiles out of things, and like with Stiles it didn't really work.

"Listen McCall part of playing first line is taking on the responsibility of being first line. Now if you can't shoulder that responsibility then you can go back on the bench until you're ready."

"Wit if I don't play the game your taking me off first line?"

Scott asked in disbelief this time.

"McCall play the game."

The teen was so angry with his coach at this point he turned and walked out of his office. Gladly heading to his class for once. Then he just had to go and get that text from his mom, and run into Allison, both of who expected him to play the damn game! It was like a bad reoccurring dream or something. Not to mention Allison also expected him to hang out with her and Jackson, and Lydia after the game. It helped that she invited Stiles too, since he didn't know how much of this he could deal with alone.

Allison was starting to worry about herself as well. Especially when she opened her locker to find her missing jacket inside. Her Hunter instincts were telling her she was being watched. It didn't help that the last time she had seen the jacket had been at the party where Scott had disappeared during. That twang of knowing sunk into her, and she prayed it was Lydia who put the jacket in her locket. When the late bell rang she jumped to high Allison thought she left her heart on the ceiling.

She took a quick calming breathe, and headed off to class. She would bring these facts to light with her dad later on. He would want to know everything about the two teens he suspected were witches. And sadly she was starting to suspect it too.

Only it hadn't been Lydia, or Scott who returned the jacket. It was Derek who had just confirmed his own suspicions about the Argent girl. She was trained, if the calculated scan of the hallway she did when she saw her jacket was any clue to that. He sighed. Scott was a pain in the ass even when he wasn't trying to be. He just had to go and make Derek's mistakes all over again, years after it happened. Derek just hoped he could avoid a similar outcome before it came to be a repeat of history. Hopefully with a super powered Beta, and another witch things would be different this time around.

Scott was so wrong about escaping to class. First he got called up to the board then Lydia grilled him about not playing. Then continued to threaten him with Allison. His teachers words made Scott think of so many more problems he was nowhere near solving. The one on the board the least of them that he wanted to worry about at this point.

Once he was out in the hallway at his locker again, Scott jumped when he was grabbed by the shoulders and steered over to the corner stairway. For a second he feared it was Derek, but the familiar smell of Stiles hit him and he calmed down instantly.

"Hey tell me what they're talking about."

Stiles demanded. He could have ease dropped himself easily but he liked his brain intact while at school. He watched as Scott zeroed in on what his dad was saying across the hall, it was obvious he didn't even have to tap into his powers to hear what they were talking about.

"So what are they saying?"

He demanded impatiently.

"Curfew because of the body."

Scott answered Stiles question as he stood up and faced Stiles in the hallway.

"Perfect. My dad's out looking for a rabid animal while the jerkoff who actually did it is just hanging out doing whatever he wants."

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

Scott pointed out.

"Well I can do something."

Stiles was still watching his dad down the hall as he spoke to Scott.

"Like what?"

Scott asked bringing Stiles eyes back to him as he answered with all seriousness.

"Find the other half of the body."

Stiles walked off as soon as the words left his mouth. Leaving Scott standing there against the wall, once he realized what happened he pushed him self off of the wall and looked after his friends back as he called out to him.

"Are you kidding me?"

Of course there was no reply as Stiles was long gone and without Werewolf or magic hearing didn't hear Scott's question in the first place. Or at least that was the excuse Stiles planned to use if asked later why he didn't answer it. Scott suspected that as Stiles plan and was about to follow him when he heard Allison laugh a few feet away.

He saw her talking to one of the lacrosse players and Lydia. Instantly feeling threatened he walked over to his maybe girlfriend. Lydia saw him coming and dragged the guy behind her as she shot Scott a smug look.

"Lydia introducing you to all the lacrosse players?"

He asked. Allison turned around with a smile.

"Yeah she's being so incredibly nice to me."

She gushed. Scott stared after the red head.

"Yeah I wonder why?"

He said out loud. Once again blaming it on years of Stiles influence.

"Maybe she gets how much being the new girl sucks."

Allison replied defensively, and that was not what he intended to do. He was about to apologize for being an ass when he saw the black jacket in Allison's arms. The same jacket Derek had left out in the woods for him to find the night of the full moon.

"Where did you get that?"

He asked instantly after recognizing it.

"What my jacket?"

Allison questioned right back with a confused frown on her face.

"It was in my locker. I think Lydia brought it back from the party. She knows my combination so it-"

"Did she say she brought it back or did someone else give you the jacket?"

Allison was once again genuinely confused.

"Like who?"

"Like Derek Hale."

Scott replied.

"Is he a friend of yours?"

One of last Hale werewolves, was Allison's silent comment to that question.

"He's not my friend,"

Scott said a bit too harshly. Allison took a step back and laughed nervously.

"Look I have to go, I'll talk to you later."

Little did Scott know he had just given Allison and the other hunters information they hadn't had yet. That the potential witches in Beacon Hills knew the wolves of Beacon Hills. And whether they were on good terms or not wasn't something Allison wanted to look into by herself.

After school Scott made Stiles give him the keys to his precious Jeep and drove them, way beyond speed limit to the burnt down Hale resident. He lunched himself out of the door before it came to a full stop leaving Stiles to fight with the steering wheel and brakes.

"Derek!"

Scott yelled out. He knew if the older wolf was on the property he would hear him. Then a breeze picked up and he smelled something. Looking in the same direction of the wind he saw a pile of disturbed dirt. He didn't think about it as the scent of another wolf arriving hit his nose. He tuned his head back to the house and saw Derek there on the porch. Stiles stumbled over to Scott with an obvious glare directed at Scott for endangering his car.

"Stay away from her!"

Scott yelled at the older wolf, ignoring his friends anger over the vehicle. Derek walked over to the two of them and Stiles inched behind Scott just a little bit. Because really if they were gonna start fighting he wasn't going to get caught in the crossfire.

"You think your buddy Stiles can just Google werewolves, and suddenly the two of you have all the answers?"

He asked.

"Hey!"

Stiles shouted in protest. Derek shot him a harsh look and he took a few more steps behind Scott praying the older man forgot he was there completely.

"You two don't get it yet but I'm looking out for you."

Derek finished as he looked back to Scott.

"Think about what could happen, Scott. You're out on the field, the aggression takes over, and you shift in front of everyone."

"I can make them forget about it."

Scott threw back at Derek. The older man nearly laughed.

"Not alone, and the backfires alone would probably kill you Stiles if you helped him."

Stiles looked away, knowing the wolf was right. There was no way to make a whole lacrosse game worth of people forget about Scott being a werewolf.

"And when you, or both of you fail at making anyone forget and Scott's mom, and Stiles dad, and all your friends see you like that it's all going to come crashing down."

He picked up Scott's lacrosse stick (Don't know lacrosse lingo) and tore through the net.

"Then the hunters come after you, maybe capture you Scott, or Stiles and torture the answers out of one of you. Eventually you'd cave and we'd all be screwed because you wanted to play in a little school game."

Derek threw the lacrosse stick at Scott who caught it easily. Stiles watched as Derek disappeared into his burnt out house, and grabbed Scott by the shoulder to lead him back to the still running Jeep. The ride to his house was spent in silence as the two teens thought over the extremeness of what they had just gotten into. Stiles blaming himself for getting Scott bitten, and Scott hating himself for being so selfish about lacrosse.

Derek would have grilled his two new problems but something caught his nose so he left them to leave on their own. He walked into his house cautiously. It was a person no doubt, but they smelt, he tilted his head to the side as he got another whiff of it, like Scott, and Stiles. The creak of a floor board in the kitchen, where the back door was gave the persons position away. He was in his kitchen within seconds and came to a halt at the person standing there.

"Hey there you must be Derek."

The person smiled almost friendly, and closed the back door behind himself.

"My name's Will it's nice to finally meet you."

So what do you think? Love, hate, want to scream at the randomness and jumping around? Let me know please! Oh and it's been a few days and no one said anything about the OC so I'm keeping him, he adds more to my own personally storyline and takes it further off the original Teen Wolf one. Hope you like how this plays out later one. Can you guess who this Will person is yet?