Scott kissed Danny before he could say a word. He kissed him long, hard, and deep. It told him everything he needed to know.
"What was that for?" Danny gasped with a chuckle as he tried to catch his breath.
"I wanted to see what would happen," Scott answered with a smile as he grabbed Danny's hands in his own. "And I got what I was looking for."
Intrigued, Danny pulled Scott into a new kiss that Scott happily returned. They only stopped when they heard the applause.
"I knew it!" Coach Finstock clapped as he walked to them in the hall. Scott and Danny looked at each other and laughed before running. Dealing with Coach was the last thing either wanted to do. He yelled after them, "I'm totally fine with it!"
They ducked into the gym and hid under the bleachers. Scott kissed Danny again before laughing. "He's going to be insufferable, you know."
"Isn't he always insufferable?" Danny asked as he stuck his hands in Scott's back pockets and pulled him close.
Really, Scott liked this kissing Danny thing. "Let's skip first period and stay here."
"As fun an idea as that sounds, some of us actually don't want to fail our classes."
"A 'D' is still a passing grade," Scott argued weakly as Danny began nibbling on his earlobe. "Are you sure you don't wanna stay here? You seem awfully into the idea."
"Oh, I'm into it," Danny whispered in Scott's ear. "I'm just not doing it."
Danny gave Scott one last kiss before breaking away and running off to class. Scott remained under the bleachers as the tardy bell went off. There really was no choice.
TW
Lydia walked with Peter, hand-in-hand, onto the empty football field. They were happy, in love, and it worked. It actually worked!
"It's here," she whispered as she held her index finger to her lips. They scanned the treeline together.
It had happened the night before, as they consummated their love. Something deep and foreign and primal lurked on the edge of Lydia's consciousness and all she had to do was reach out and touch it. So she did. And it had been cold. Like bathing in a pool of ice crystals. But they did it.
"Go get him," Lydia instructed Peter. "Get them both."
"Are you going to be okay?" he asked as he let go of her hand.
She assured him that she would be fine. He nodded and watched again for the beast before running in the direction of the school.
Lydia held her arms up and took in the sun. She would do anything for Peter Hale. Taking the blame for attacking the nurse in Danny's hospital room seemed trivial compared to what she was about to do.
TW
Danny had barely stepped out of the gym when Peter grabbed him. The halls were empty as everyone else was already in homeroom.
"Quiet," Peter murmured in Danny's ear as he held a hand over his mouth. "I need you to find that cute little boyfriend of yours and meet me at the football field. Would you know where he is?"
Eyes wide in fear, Danny shook his head. His mind raced with all the ways Peter could kill him.
"I can hear your heart. You're lying to me. That's not a good idea. Lydia may think of you as our son, but I can assure you that I don't." Peter ran a claw down Danny's face, slicing his cheek open. Peter licked the first drops of blood off Danny's cheek. "Now, why don't you be a good boy and..."
He was interrupted when Scott burst through the gym door and ripped Peter away from Danny. In his panic, Danny noted that neither Scott nor Peter was going into wolf form. Then he looked up and saw a security camera.
Scott slammed Peter into a set of lockers and Danny was wondering why there weren't any teachers coming out to see what what was causing the commotion. He made a note to hack the school's computer system and deleted the footage. Since the cameras were relatively new, it was likely they were digital only. And Scott could easily break into the school and steal any physical backups.
Different plans of how to cover up the fight were forming in Danny's head when he felt it. It wasn't anything physical. There was something tugging at the back of his mind, and with each heartbeat it grew stronger and louder. Something wet was on his cheek and Danny touch it with his hand. It felt sticky and he remembered that Peter had cut him. When he looked at the blood on his hand, Danny heard the voice in his head scream with absolute clarity.
"LYDIA!" he shouted as he ran past Scott and Peter. Danny had no idea how he knew she was in danger. He didn't even know how he knew where to go.
Peter easily outpaced Danny, with Scott hot on his heels. Stopping, and thinking, Danny knew just what to do.
TW
Scott finally stopped chasing Peter when they hit the field. Part of it was because Peter had stopped running, but mostly it was because he saw why Peter had stopped running.
There was cat in the middle of the field. A very large cat that, when upright, would have stood as tall as a man and had fur matted with blood and grime. It was batting around a clearly unconscious Lydia like any house cat would a mouse before going in for the kill. Thankfully, it never got the chance because Peter charged at it in a blind rage and tackled the beast.
As they exchanged claws and fangs, Scott slipped through the chaos and grabbed Lydia. She was still alive and didn't seem too damaged. He couldn't understand how she'd gotten out of the hospital's psych ward without Peter killing everyone. That would've been huge news. It didn't make any sense.
Setting the girl down by the bench he had grown so familiar with during lacrosse season, Scott shifted to wolf mode and joined in on the battle. Peter was not doing well. The cat didn't fight like any cat Scott had ever seen. He remembered from biology class that lions were often lazy and only went after the weakest prey. This one was proactive and seemed intelligent. Scott flashed back to when Peter told them all that Danny's dead cat had killed Allison's cousin. It had seemed ridiculous at the time, but it was only slightly less ridiculous in person.
What wasn't familiar, though it should have been by now, was the pain of retractable claws digging into his side and then being tossed through the air. Scott never got used to the pain. He half hoped that he never would.
The cat hissed as Peter jumped on its back and dug into its neck with his teeth and claws. For a few seconds, it tried to shake him off to no avail, then it reared up on its hind legs and fell straight back on top of him. Scott dove for the exposed underbelly but was hit by the cat's hind legs. Its claws dug into his chest before pushing him off. He stared at the sky as he struggled to breathe. It took so long for his lungs to heal themselves that he thought for a second he was having another asthma attack.
He heard the car before he saw it. It sounded a lot like Stiles' jeep.
"Stop here!" Scott heard Danny yell. "You take care of Lydia!"
Sod hit Scott as Stiles slammed on the jeep's brakes in the middle of the field. He sat up, still in pain, but able to breathe a bit. He saw Danny walk towards the cat and wanted to yell at him to stop but his voice couldn't work yet.
"I'm here!" Danny yelled at the cat, grabbing its attention away from trying to chew Peter in half. "I made you, you son of a bitch. And I'm going to end you."
Then Scott heard a "zing" and the cat's head exploded. It was rather anticlimactic until he looked over at Stiles' jeep and saw Allison holding a very threatening sniper rifle. She was also still aiming it.
"NOOO!" Lydia screamed as she burst from Stiles' arms and slammed into the side of the jeep, rocking it as Allison pulled the trigger again.
The second bullet missed Peter by inches. He made a dash for cover and Scott didn't even try to stop him. Stiles held Lydia to keep her from running after Peter. She only calmed down when she saw Danny. She fell on all fours and crawled to him. Her body was wracked with sobs. Danny knelt down and held her. He looked at Scott and smiled.
It was a weary but relieved smile and Scott accepted it. He looked back at the beast and saw that it had shrunk to the size of a house cat.
"We should probably get out of here before someone finds us on school grounds with a loaded weapon, you know," Stiles pointed out. "Everyone in the jeep. We'll squeeze."
Danny sat up front with Stiles, holding Lydia in his arms. Scott hid in the back with Allison as they drove away.
"I won't tell him," Allison assured Scott as she set the safety on the gun.
"Why do you have a sniper rifle?!" Scott whispered loudly. "I think that's the bigger deal right now."
"My dad has a sniper rifle hidden in all of our cars. Danny pulled me and Stiles out of Economics to rescue your ass. Coach Finstock didn't seem to mind," Allison explained. "And I know you chose Danny."
Scott was really happy that Lydia was being extremely loud in the front seat so that neither Danny nor Stiles would hear the awkward conversation he was trying not to have.
"I won't tell him. I'll make sure Isaac doesn't, either. You just make sure it never happens again," Allison warned in a low voice. "Stiles, go to my house. My dad is the one that's least likely to freak out."
TW
"I really wish you two wouldn't make out in the seat right beside me," Stiles groaned as he pulled out of Allison's driveway. "It's bad enough Allison's dad scares the crap out of me, do you have to mentally scar me as well?"
"What, do you want to join in?" Scott laughed as he playfully punched Stiles in the arm.
"I don't like sharing," Danny insisted as he kissed Scott again.
"I was going to say no, anyway," Stiles pouted. "I really hope that Mr. Argent can figure out just what Peter did to Lydia and gets her back to normal. Are you even listening to me?"
"Yes, Stiles, we're listening," Scott acknowledged with a roll of his eyes. "Mr. Argent promised us that he would do his best to take care of everything."
"I'm so glad you two are so nauseatingly happy now that you're out of dead things to kill," Stiles complained as Scott and Danny returned to groping each other. "Now we can go back to the simple days of trying to figure out where Allison's grandfather went, why my dad won't wake up, and why Derek has been so freaked out lately."