The next day, Sam went to go get answers.
Impatient, she walked into the locker room, getting looks and whistles from the boys inside.
"Stiles, Scott!", she called, ignoring them. "Hey, Wilson, this is the men's locker room. You got something you wanna tell us?", she hears Jackson say.
She quickly rounded on him. "Fuck off, Jackson. Take your egotism somewhere else.", she says, before looking for Stiles.
She saw Stiles perk up at her in confusion while Scott was leaning against a locker with no shirt on.
"Hey, you okay?", she asked, worriedly. "You're not about to…. y'know?"
"No." Scott said, staring off into space.
"Is Allison giving you a second chance?", Stiles asked.
"Yeah.", Scott says, blankly.
"Yeah, all right, so everything's good.", Stiles exclaimed, with a smile.
"No.", Scott said, shaking his head. "No?", Sam asked him.
"Remember the hunters?", Scott asked her. "Her dad's one of them." Sam's eyes widened.
"Her dad?", Stiles asked.
"They shot at us...", Scott muttered.
"Allison's father?", Stiles asked.
"With a crossbow..."
"Allison's father?", Stiles and Sam asked in unison.
"Yes! Her father!", Scott yelled. He started hyperventilating. "Oh, my god. Oh, my god." Stiles and Sam rushed over to Scott's side to comfort him. Sam grabbed his face in her hands.
"Hey, hey, it's okay.", she reassured.
"Oh, my god.", Scott repeated, tears bubbling in his eyes. "Scott!", she exclaimed at his panicking.
"He didn't recognize you did he?", Stiles asked.
"No, no, I don't think so.", Scott said, gulping.
"Does she know about him?", Sam asked, and instantly, Scott's eyes got wide.
"I don't know. What if she does?", Scott gasped and banged his head against the locker. The whistle blew outside.
Shit.
"We got to go guys.", Stiles said.
"This is going to kill me, man.", Scott whimpered.
"Look, let's just focus on lacrosse, okay? Well figure it all out later.", Sam reassured as Stiles picked up Scott's equipment and shoved them into his arms. "Ok, let's go." Stiles and Sam rushed outside with Scott behind them.
"Ok, two on two from up top!", Coach yelled. The team lined up in the middle of the field, Danny being goalie and Jackson and Jack and front of him.
Scott and Sam were first with Stiles and Greenberg behind them. The whistle blew and Sam scooped up the ball in front of her. Scott and Sam ran side by side towards Jack and Jackson. Sam dodged Jack and flung her ball into the net.
She panted and turned around to see a crowd gathering around Jackson who was on the ground.
She looked at Stiles who looked confused.
They saw Scott crouching to the ground, hands placed on either side of his head and Stiles beside him. Sam rushed over to them.
"Scott? Scott, you ok?", Sam asked.
"I can't control it, Stiles." Scott muttered. "It's happening."
"What? Right here? Now?", Stiles panicked. Sam looked around to see if anyone was watching us. She looked to the trees and in the distance, she saw Derek. He was just standing there, hands stuffed in his black leather jacket, just watching them. That jackass…
"Take him out of here, Stiles.", Sam said. Stiles struggled to lift Scott but managed, walking off the field.
She quickly jogged to Derek. "So, you just gonna stand here while he flips the fuck out?? What the hell was that?", she asked him.
"And just what was I supposed to do? I'm not even allowed to be here. Like you said, if they find out what he is, they're bound to find out about me. About all of us. And if it's not just the hunters that's after us, it's everybody.", Derek says.
"Okay and he needs help! Instead of you standing here, twiddling your thumbs, we could actually use the advice to help him so they DON'T find out who he is!", Sam argued.
"And they won't. Because if he even tries to play in that game Saturday, I'm going to kill all of you myself.", he threatens, and stalks off into the woods.
Sam watched his retreating back in shock and disgust. What the hell was wrong with this guy…?? What was his problem???
Sam shook her head and ran to go get Stiles and Scott.
"What do you mean you guys can't play tomorrow night?", Coach asked her and Scott as they walked into his office.
"We mean we can't play tomorrow night.", Sam said.
"You mean you guys can't wait to play tomorrow night."
"No, Coach, we can't play the game tomorrow night.", Scott corrected firmly.
"I'm not following.", Coach said, sitting on the edge of his desk and crossing his arms across his chest. Sam swallowed as she and Scott looked at each other.
"Um," Scott paused.
"We're having some...", Sam muttered out. "personal issues?"
"Is it a girl?"
"No?", Scott and Sam asked in unison.
"Is it a boy?"
"No!", Scott and Sam exclaimed, catching on.
"Our goalie, Danny is gay."
"Yeah, I know that, Coach, but that's not it.", Scott said.
"You don't think Danny's a good looking guy?", Coach asked.
"Uh," Scott gaped at coach.
"I think he's a good looking guy but that's not the issue.", Sam said.
"Is it drugs?", Coach nonchalantly asked. "You know my brother was addicted to meth. You should have seen what it did to his teeth. They were all cracked and rotted. It was disgusting."
"Someone please kill me...", Sam muttered.
"What happened to him?", Scott asked, making me gape at him.
"He got veneers.", Coach answered, nodding. "Is that what this is about? Are you afraid of getting hurt?"
"Coach, if I was afraid of getting hurt, I wouldn't have gotten on the team in the first place.", Sam said, annoyed.
"We just been having trouble dealing with aggression.", Scott said slowly.
"Well, here's the good news. That's why you play lacrosse. Problem solved.", Coach said, grinning.
"Coach, we cannot play the game tomorrow night.", Sam said sternly.
"Listen, Wilson, part of playing first line is taking on the responsibility of being first line.", Coach said, standing up and walking towards her and Scott. "And, McCall, you're attack man. You have to be there. Now, if you can't shoulder the responsibility then you can go back to the bench until you're ready."
"If I don't play the game, you're taking me off first line and putting Scott on the bench?", Sam asked him.
"Wilson, McCall, play the damn game.", Coach ordered.
Scott pulled Sam out of the office. What the fuck were they gonna tell Derek...
Someone grabbed Scott's shoulders, shocking Sam as she jumped to see Stiles peering over Scott's shoulder. "Can you tell me what they're saying?", Stiles asked.
Scott pauses before replying. "We're getting curfew because of the body."
"Unbelievable.", Stiles said. "My dad's scoping out for a rabid animal while the jerk off who actually killed the girl is just hanging out doing whatever he wants.", Stiles grumbled, leaning up against the wall.
"Well, we can't exactly tell the truth about Derek.", Sam said.
"We can do something.", Stiles said.
"Like what?"
"Like find the other half of the body."
Sam looked at him incredulously. "You're insane. You don't get enough of this shit?"
Stiles pouted. "You love me, though." Sam rolled her eyes, sighing.
They eventually did try to come up with a plan, meeting in Scott's room.
Sam jumped at the swinging of Scott's bedroom door being flung open.
"Jesus, Stiles.", she complained, sighing.
"I found it.", Scott says.
"Found what?" Before Scott could answer, Stiles interrupted hurriedly. "What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And, yes, I had a lot of Adderall.", Stiles said, making his friends chuckle.
"I found something of Derek Hale's.", Scott finished.
"Are you kidding-- what?", Stiles asked, amazed.
"I think there's something there. I smelled blood."
"That's awesome!", Stiles exclaimed. Sam looked at him wide eyed. "I mean, that's terrible. Whose blood?", he corrected himself.
"I don't know." Scott answered. "But when we do, your dad'll nail Derek for murder."
"Is that a good idea??", Sam asked, making them look at her. "I mean, technically he is the wolf expert here. So if something happens, we're gonna need his help. Stiles isn't the answer for everything."
Stiles pouted. "Why can't I help?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.", he tells her before turning to Stiles. "And then you can help us figure out how the hell we're going to play lacrosse without shifting because no way in hell I'm going to miss that game."
Sam sighed. "Come on, let's go see whose blood this is."
They pulled up in front of Beacon Hills Hospital in Stiles' jeep.
They walk in, looking around. "How do we even know if the body's here?", Stiles muttered.
Scott walks up to the receptionist before reporting back to them. "The body's here. It's in the morgue."
"Okay go, before someone suspects us of something.", Sam rushed. Scott slipped into the morgue. Stiles suddenly taps Sam.
"Look, there's Lydia.", Stiles said, pointing at the redhead.
"So?"
"Come on, talk to me.", Stiles whined.
"What? What do you want me to say?"
"If a guy came up to you, what would you want him to say?"
"Bring up something interesting to talk about. Ask about my interests? Etc.", Sam listed.
"Oh, yeah, thanks for the help.", Stiles muttered as he walked over to Lydia. Sam rolled hee eyes before leaving to stand near the jeep.
Scott rushed out of the hospital with Stiles. "I smelled his blood. It's on the body."
Sam scrunched up her face. "Ew. Well, we got evidence but how the hell are you gonna explain that to the cops? 'I smelled his blood, that's how I know he's the murderer.', she mocked, imitating his voice. "They'll think you're crazy."
He didn't look impressed. "First off, I don't sound like that, and second that's when you come in.", he says, climbing into the jeep.
She climbed in along with Stiles. "How so?"
"You'll see.", Scott says.
"You know, I don't feel right about this.", Sam said, as they made it back to the woods.
"It'll be fine, Sam.", Stiles reassured.
"No, it won't. What makes you think that I'm actually gonna be able to convince Derek to admit that he did it??", Sam asked.
"Well, the other day when I went to Derek's house, I talked to him.", Scott says. Sam looked at him. "And?"
"He seems to take a liking to you. So I doubt you'll have a hard time.", Scott reassured, making Sam narrow her eyes at him.
"I don't trust this.", she says as the burned house came into view.
"You got this.", Stiles clicked his teeth in encouragement as she walked up to the abandoned house while they backed out. The black camaro was in full view, a confirmation Derek had to be home.
Sam sighed and opened her mouth to call out for him but suddenly she was grabbed and slammed up against a tree.
She panted in panic, staring into the green eyes of Derek. "Easy, there…", she chuckled nervously.
"What the hell are you doing here?", he snarled lowly.
"Well, I was just thinking about what you told me the other day in the school parking lot and I was thinking maybe we could discuss this over a bite to eat?", she asked, hopeful.
His eyes widened a bit, but his scowl stayed as he loosened his grip from her.
He looked at her for a moment before huffing. "Fine."
He pulled her to his car, getting her in before getting into the driver's seat and driving off.
He brought Sam to a diner and sat them both down into a booth. She looked around, sighing as he plopped his scruff chin into his palm.
"I caught your name was Sam?", he asked as he looked at a menu.
She nodded. "Yeah."
He huffed. "What did you want to talk about?", he asked, finally looking at her.
She sighed again, "We gotta talk about this whole killing thing.", she says, quietly.
"It's enough that half of a body was found and apparently you need Scott's help with whatever's going on. So I'm here to ask you to help him learn how to not get so riled up so he can play the game. He really wants to do this.", she bargains, making him lean back with a scowl.
"You're the only one that can teach him how. If you haven't noticed, I don't know anything about this, so I can't help him. But you can. If you won't tell him, at least let me know how I can help my friend.", Sam pleaded.
He looked at her for a moment before sighing harshly and looking away. "Fine.", he finally says. Sam widened her eyes, and he looked back at her. "Only because if I don't do this, it'll bite me in the ass later."
Sam smiled. "Any help is good help."
His face softened just a bit as they ordered and finally got back. When they did, his Camero was stopped by cops and Sam was also pulled out.
Sam was sat aside in confusion while Derek got put into handcuffs, looking at her in disbelief. She shook her head at him, frowning in confusion as she looked for Stiles and Scott.
"What the hell are you doing?", she yelled at Scott as she stormed up to him. There were cops were all over Derek's place.
Scott was leaning up against Stiles' jeep, his arms crossed while Stiles was over by the house talking to his dad.
"Stiles called them, not me.", Scott says.
"I finally got on his side about this. He was gonna help us.", Sam says, exasperated, and running her fingers through her coiled hair. "What the fuck?"
Stiles walked up to them. She gave him a push. "You just couldn't hold your water, could you???"
He looked at her in shock. "He was gonna help us. Regardless of what was on the body, he was gonna help us. You couldn't keep it together for a couple of minutes??? Really, Stiles?", she asked, in disbelief.
He looked ashamed. She shook her head. "We're fucked. If we go on that field, and he fucking loses it," she pointed at Scott. "Then everyone will know."
She sighed harshly. "Take me home. Now."
The next day came and they were all but focused on too many things.
The lights, the sweating, the cheering… Sam couldn't imagine how Scott felt.
Shaking her head, she rushed forward to the net. She slid past one of the opponents and ducked under another and took her shot. She flung her stick forward and launched the ball into the net.
A whistle screeched, confirming another point won. She looked at the scoreboard. Four to five.
Shit.
Sam looked behind her, catching Scott's eyes once again a golden yellow color. His fangs were even protruding at his bottom lip.
Fuck.
"Scott.", she harshly whispered, catching his attention. He looked at her and she shook her head, pointing at her eyes. He ignored the girl and rushed forward, slamming himself into the guy, the impact making him fly back. Scott scooped up the ball and fired it at her.
Sam caught it and bolted to the goal and scored. She panted heavily as the whistle blew and Jackson got the ball who tossed it to Greenberg and he tossed it to her.
What a dope.
Sam raced to the goal only to stop when three attack men stood in front of her and two more standing behind her.
She only had seventeen seconds left in the game. Two attack men charged at her, making her choose a decision to shoot the ball towards the net.
Her eyes widened as the ball actually went into the net and they won. She grinned in relief and looked at Scott, only to see him racing off towards the school.
Sam sighed in worry.
Looking around, she caught a familiar face into the tree line and she snuck off to the woods.
She stepped into the darkness to see Derek's fallen face. "We made it…", she says, trying to reassure him. He didn't look happy, but not angry like he usually does. "I saw.", he responded flatly.
"How'd you get out?", she asked. He shook his head. "Funny you should ask that.", he says, maliciously, making shrink in shame.
"Sam!", they heard Stiles call. Sam turned and looked to see him running toward her before looking back at Derek to warn him, but he was already gone.
She sighed and left the trees, meeting Stiles halfway. "Hey, you ok?"
"Yeah.", she says. "Where's Scott?"
"At the school."
"Let's go then." They ran back to the school building, running into the locker room. As they looked around, they caught Scott kissing Allison. Sam quickly pulled Stiles out of the locker room, and stood by the walls.
Eventually Allison came out, smiling at them. "Stiles, Samantha.", she nodded as she left.
Scott walked to his friends, smiling like a lovesick puppy.
"I kissed her.", Scott said, dazedly.
"We saw.", Stiles said.
"She kissed me.", Scott says, happily.
"Saw that too, bud.", Stiles said. "That's pretty good, huh?"
"I don't know how but I controlled it.", Scott said. "Well, good. You found your peace.", Sam smiled.
"My dad got a call.", Stiles said. "Said the medical examiner looked at the other half of the body."
"And?", Scott and Sam questioned him.
"The medical examiner determined the killer of the girl, animal, not human.", he said, dejectedly.
"Derek's human, not animal.", Stiles says.
"Derek's not the killer.", Scott said.
"Derek was let out of jail.", Sam confessed.
"Are you kidding?", Scott asked her, his eyes widened.
"No, and here's a bigger kick in the ass.", Stiles sighed. "My dad ID the dead girl, both halves. Her name was Laura Hale."
"Hale?!"
"Derek's sister….", Sam said, realizing their mistake.