Sam watched as the man threw punches into Derek's body.
All she could hear was the sounds of knuckles hitting skin and yells of pain coming from Derek. Derek's ribs had to have been broken. The man continuously aimed each strike at Derek's side—which now was completely bruised.
"This could all be over if you tell us who the Alpha is. It's that simple." Derek stayed silent, much to the man's dismay.
"I'm getting tired, Hale." He turned to the girl. "Now…how do you think we'll get the answer out of you?"
Sam wanted to back away, but she couldn't. She planted her feet to the floor, ready to headbutt the man if needed. His hands reached down and she turned away.
The only thing she heard was the snap of her shackles around her wrists and feet as they opened. Sam looked up at the man, suspicious as she stood and backed away. He couldn't have been that stupid. No way.
"There. Now tell me who the Alpha is.", he said. Sam scoffed. "You're trash at torturing.", she says, aiming to throw a punch at the man, but he quickly caught her fist, reeling her hand back and twisted her arm behind her back.
She yelled in pain, trying to stomp on his feet. He threw her down and kicked her side with his heavy boot. Sam choked, gasping for air until she turned on her side, struggling to get up. Before she could even crawl away, the man kicked her again, ignoring Derek's yells for him to stop.
"I should kill you. You should be getting the same exact treatment as him.", he muttered, jabbing a thumb in Derek's direction. "You're just as bad as those dogs. Protecting them. Protecting the Alpha that's trying to kill you. I should kill you for that!"
Sam coughed, turning to him. "Then quit yapping your gums and do it!"
The man smirked. "Y'know, you two are more alike than you think. Stubborn and stupid. What makes you think you're different? You're human," he paused, "you're weaker. You're going to turn into a monster, a killing machine just like your boyfriend over here."
"Hardly. I haven't even been turned!", Sam yelled. He backhanded her face, sending her back to the floor.
"Who is the Alpha?", he demanded. Sam glared at the man and spat out blood on his face. "Piss off.", Sam muttered.
"Wrong answer."
She couldn't recall the next thing that happened. Her vision blurred and she could hardly hear her yells of pain anymore.
Eventually the blur became total darkness.
She woke up to a howl, quickly realizing that she was back to being restrained. Fuck.
She looked at Derek and he looked around. "You heard that?", she asked, making him snap his attention toward her. He nodded, taking his eyes off of her. He couldn't look her in the eyes. He's the one that got her here. Her face was all bruised and bloody. That was his fault...
"I'd tell you to cover your ears but…", he said before letting out a loud, wall shaking howl himself.
He let out a sigh and panted out of the lack of energy he had left.
They looked to see the metal doors opening once again and Sam's eyes widened to see Kate and Allison.
Shit.
"Sam?" She pushed past Kate to get to Sam, "oh my god, Sam.", she cupped her bruised cheeks. Sam tugged her face out of Allison's hands.
"I wouldn't get too close.", Kate warned. Allison pulled away, stepping away from Sam.
"What's she doing here?"
"The same as what he's doing here." Kate jabbed a finger towards Derek as she walked over to the electrocuting machine.
She turned the knobs all the way up and electricity traveled through the wires to Derek. He threw his head back and yelled out in pain as the volts of electricity went through his body.
Kate turned to Sam. "I wouldn't say a thing unless you want this to be the next thing to happen to you.", she laughed as she turned the machine off. Derek slumped heavily, his eyes fluttering open and close.
Allison stared at Sam's bruised body and tattered clothing. "What are you doing to them? Is that going to kill him?"
"Oh, come on kid, don't get all ethical on me now.", Kate rolled her eyes.
"She's my friend, Kate."
"Not anymore.", Kate countered.
"What are they?"
"Like you don't know. Shape shifter, lycan, werewolf.", Kate laughed, "To me they're just dumb animals."
Sam rolled her eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Sam's not a werewolf. Yet. But she will be in a matter of a few days. So, she'll be next with the werewolf treatment.", Kate grinned. She walked over to Derek, lifting his upper lip to show his fangs.
"See there right here? These are canines, also known as fangs. They're made for the tearing and rendering of flesh. Not so cute now, isn't it?"
"Is this a joke to you?", Allison asked. Sam glared at Allison. She couldn't be this dumb.
"Sweetheart, there are werewolves running around. Everything's a joke to me. How do you think I stay sane?", Kate chuckled.
"So it was both of them at the high school? And all of the other animal attacks?", Allison asked ignorantly.
"No.", Sam gruffed. "Hell, we met up at the same time and you saw exactly what I saw. Don't be dumb."
"Thank you, Sam." Kate rolled her eyes. "There are three of them. Him, your deliciously adorable boyfriend—well, ex now, and the Alpha. The Alpha's the back leader: bigger, stronger, nastier. And to top it all off he had his eyes set on Sam."
"What do you mean?"
"Go ahead Sammy, explain it to her. Explain why you need to be put down.", Kate sneered.
"He wants to bite me.", Sam gave a short explanation.
"Elaborate.", Kate pressed. Sam sighed and rolled her eyes.
"If an Alpha bites a human they turn into a werewolf, just like Scott."
"You knew about Scott? You knew this whole time?", Allison asked, tearfully.
Sam frowned. "He's my best friend, of course I knew."
Her fists clenched and she turned on her heel, rushing out of the room. Sam rolled her eyes once more. She's so dramatic.
"Look what you did now, Sammy.", Kate smiled before leaving the room.
Time passed, and Sam passed out again. She quickly woke up, a familiar feeling wracked her bones. It's the same feeling she had at the hospital. "Peter's looking for us."
"How do you know?", Derek's voice popped up, his eyebrows furrowed.
"It's this feeling I have. I had it when we were at the hospital. It's like this heavy pressure on my back...", she said, swallowing and looking around.
Rushed footsteps headed toward them and her heart dropped. Either Kate was coming back to finish the job, or they were gonna die otherwise.
Her eyes widened as her heart dropped to her stomach.
"Scott…?", Sam whispered, tearing up. Kate brought him here. She was gonna kill him. Shit.
He noticed Sam panicking as she started crying. He rushed over to her. "Sam?", he rasped. "Sam, what are you doing here?"
"We'll explain later, just get us out.", Derek said. Scott came over to her, took a good grasp on her shackles and ripped them from the chair, throwing them on the floor. Sam shakily stood up despite her body screaming in pain, but she pushed through. They didn't have time. They had to get out of here.
More footsteps came towards them, and Sam looked at Derek. Derek angrily mouthed for the teens to hide. Scott pulled Sam to the darkest corner in the front of the room. The bald man walked through the door and we kept in the shadows. Sam cupped a hand over her mouth so he didn't hear her breathing.
Her body began to hurt a lot more than before. It was burning even. Her back was killing her like someone was carving into her slowly.
Scott tried to calm her down as they watched the bald man walk over to Derek.
"My knuckles are a bit tired, so I brought a little help." She could see there was a baseball bat clasped in his right hand. He was going to hurt Derek some more. The thought only angered sam and burned more pain into her body. Scott's eyebrows furrowed as he looked over at Sam.
"Just warning you, I—" the man's eyes looked at Sam's empty seat.
"What the…"
His face quickly contorted into anger. He stormed over to Derek and Sam suddenly stood up.
She moved quickly, silently, so much so that it made the werewolves nervous to see.
They watched as the girl jumped onto the man's back, and much to their surprise, she snapped the man's neck, dropping as his body hit the floor.
It was like everything blacked out and when her vision came back, she blinked and looked at Derek as he looked back at her with widened eyes.
He instantly got defensive but watched as her expression changed into confusion before it contorted into horror once her eyes focused on the man under her.
She looked down in shock, seeing the eyes bulged out of the man's sockets as his neck was twisted in an odd angle. She backed away in panic but Scott steadied her.
"Hey, let's just get out, yeah?", he reassured, pulling at her. She frowned at him. "We gotta get him out."
Scott frowned at her. "No."
"No??"
"Not until he tells me how to stop Peter.", Scott demanded, looking at Derek.
She grabbed Scott's shirt. "We do not have time for this shit right now. There are hunters outside and right now, they could finish me and him and start with you. Get him down."
"He's going after Allison.", Scott says.
"So what?", Derek argued.
"And he's going to come after Sam. The reason I chased her last night was because of him. He made me do it. How do I stop him?", Scott rushed.
"You can't stop him! Alright? I don't know when Kate's coming back—"
"Kate? As in Kate Argent?", Scott's eyes widened.
"Yes, your crazy girlfriend's aunt has kept us here hostage for however many days or hours it's been.", Sam growled.
"I don't know when Kate's coming back, but you have to get me out right now. Get me out right now!", Derek yelled.
"Promise you'll help me.", Scott's demanded.
"You want me to risk my life for your girlfriend?", Derek asked, in disbelief.
"No, I want you to risk your life for yours."
"Scott, seriously, this is not the time for this! Do you want to go through what we just did?", Sam urged.
"I know something both of you don't."
"Quit fucking around, Scott.", Sam says, glaring at him.
"Peter said he didn't know what he was doing when he killed your sister, right? He lied. Remember this?" Scott unfolded a paper with the agency report of the deer with the spiral on it.
"What the hell is that?", Sam asked.
"Where did you get that?", Derek growled.
"My boss told me three months ago that a woman came into the vet asking for these papers. Do you know who it was? Peter's nurse. She brought your sister here so Peter could kill her and become the Alpha. And that's why you're going to help me. Not only for Sam, but for your dead sister."
Scott and Sam watched Derek get angrier and stepped back as Derek fell to the floor, finally freeing himself. He looked up and hardened his green eyes at Scott.
"I'll help you."
After Derek had quickly pulled on his shirt and leather jacket, Scott helped them out of the cellar. Derek leaned against Sam, limping as he tried to ease the weight on her.
They managed to climb the stairs and out into the woods, walking through the crunching leaves.
Derek's arm slipped off my shoulder and he walked out of Sam's grip, stopping in front of the teens. His breathing was labored as he looked around cautiously. "Hold on. Hold on."
Once he caught his breath, he looked around suspiciously but soon began panting again, this time, panicked as his eyes flickered around.
"Something doesn't feel right."
"What do you mean?", Sam asked. Her adrenaline was already running. Him panicking would make her panic more and it'd make this worse.
"I don't know, it's kind of like it was—"
"No, no! Don't say it was too easy! People say too easy and bad things happen!", Scott exclaimed, making Derek roll his eyes. "You think finding you two was easy? Getting away from Allison's dad? None of this has been easy!", Scott fussed.
"Fine," Derek sighed after thinking about it for a second, "you're right."
His breath steadied as he stood straight. His eyes suddenly widened and just before he could say anything, Sam felt something pierce the back of her left shoulder.
Sam shakily looked behind her to see Allison holding a crossbow and Kate right beside her with a grin. She dropped to her knees, suddenly feeling weak again.
"Sam!", Scott exclaimed. She heard Derek groan as he dropped next to her. She could see him trying to get up to help her with an arrow stuck in his thigh, but he fell down as an arrow hit him in the shoulder.
Is that what hit her…? An arrow...?
"Scott, your eyes!", Derek yelled. There was a big flash of light. Sparks danced to the ground, unlike Scott who landed with a loud thump.
Sam reached her arm back and pulled out whatever was in her lower shoulder. A thin arrow shone in the moonlight. She tossed it to the side, getting to her knees.
Derek yelled out in pain as he pulled two thicker arrows out of his leg and shoulder. He hurried and grabbed Sam by the upper arm, dragging her up. Scott continued to scoot away to safety but his attention was focused on something else.
"Sam, go with Scott!", Derek demanded as he pushed her to her friend.
He wanted them to go, to leave him behind to get killed. Allison and Kate walked up to them, Allison held her weapon in her eyes with hatred.
"Allison, I can explain.", Scott defended, hurt.
"Stop lying.", Allison yelled. Kate got to her. She was annoying before, but now she was ready to kill like they all knew she would be.
"I was going to tell you the truth at the formal. I was. Because everything that I said, everything that I did—"
"Was to protect me? I don't believe you.", Allison sneered.
"He's not lying.", Sam says. She turned her weapon to the girl. "You too, shut up. You're just as bad as him."
Sam glared at her. "Thank God, now shoot them before I have to do it myself.", Kate groaned, walking over towards them.
Allison looked confused now. She lowered her weapon, turning to her aunt.
"You-- you said we were just going to catch them?", Allison's eyes teared up in confusion.
"We did that. Now we're going to kill them.", Kate grinned and reached into her jeans pocket and took out a gun, shooting Derek. "See? Not that hard."
Derek fell on his back as Sam looked at his fallen body in shock. She turned to Kate in anger. "You're a bitch!"
Allison looked at Sam's face, then back to Kate. Allison's expression changed from sad and confused to realization. Kate sighed loudly, rolling her eyes.
"I know that look," she stared at Allison, "that's the 'I'm gonna have to do it myself look'." Kate pointed the gun at Sam. The girl braced herself for the shot.
"Kate, Kate, no!", Allison yelled but Kate knocked her to the ground.
"You want things done right, you have to do it yourself.", she shrugged. Sam refused to die tonight. Not by this bitch. She ran at her before she could pull the trigger, tackling her down and trying to yank the gun from her hand.
"Kate!" A voice yelled. Chris Argent appeared out of the rolling fog, coming up to them. "I know what you did. There were innocent people inside that house, children! And look at you! You're trying to shoot a 16 year old girl? She's not even a wolf yet! We go by the code.", Chris announced. He recited something in Latin, and Allison ended up finishing it in a whisper.
Kate pushed Sam off, taking her gun and aimed it at her with crazed eyes.
"Put the gun down." Chris' hand was shaking as he held his own handgun in his hand. Kate silently refused to put the gun down so Chris shot a bullet into the tree near them, barely grazing Kate. "Before I put you down."
Kate reluctantly lowered her gun and Sam moved back to Derek. He pulled the bullet out of his stomach and threw it into the leaves.
"Are you okay?", Sam asked, looking him over. He looked at her. "Are you?"
Before she could respond, the presence she felt before was back. Peter was back.
Sam frantically looked around. He couldn't be here. Not now. Now would be too convenient.
But this was Peter. Who knew what he had up his sleeve?
"Hey.", Derek's eyes caught her panicked ones. Before she could speak, the front door of the Hale house screeched open.
"Allison, get back.", Chris demanded. Kate and Chris' arms flew up, their guns pointed at the door. Scott and Allison got off the ground, as well as Derek and Sam.
"What is it?", Allison looked around, clutching her bow and arrow tight.
"The Alpha.", Scott replied. In his Alpha wolf form, Peter came running out at a supernatural speed. Derek pressed Sam behind his back as he watched Peter run around. Chris was the first to be thrown to the ground. Allison went down with a scream as well as Scott.
"Come on!", Kate screamed multiple times. She was pointing her gun at random places while Derek and Sam backed away, looking around cautiously.
Then a gunshot went off, but none of them felt pain. They snapped their attention to see human Peter holding Kate's gun up towards the black night sky. She was yelling in pain as he bent her wrist back, and then latched onto her throat. Kate was thrown onto the deck of the house and Peter went after her, dragging her inside.
"No!", Allison cried and went inside after her.
"He's going to kill Allison.", Derek whispered and turned to Sam. "Do not move." He ran inside with Scott.
She heard Allison scream before she came running out with tears spilling down her face. She ran to her passed out father.
"Dad, dad!" Allison's small hands pushed at her father's body. He was out cold.
"What does the Alpha want?", The girl cried, looking at Sam.
"Me." A loud roar rang through the woods and then silence. Scott suddenly came flying out the window and Sam ran to him as he gained consciousness.
"Scott, Scott, where's Derek?", she asked him.
A monster like Alpha Peter came running out the window and jumped to the ground with ease. He and Scott had a fight, which ended up with Scott pushing him back. Derek jumped on Peter but got thrown beside Sam.
A loud honk emitted from close by and a bright pair of headlights lit up the scene. Sam's head snapped to where the honk came from and Stiles emerged from the driver's side of Jackson's silver Porsche. "Stiles!!", Sam exclaimed.
Jackson came out of the passenger side. Derek got up and grabbed onto Sam's arm, pulling her away.
Peter looked at the two boys and then his red beady eyes focused on Sam. Stiles looked at Peter in shock and chucked a beaker of liquid at him. Peter caught the fluid filled glass until he realized what it was.
"Allison, now!", Scott yelled, throwing her the bow. Alpha Peter threw the beaker into the air just as Allison hit it.
"Get down!", Scott yelled as the arrow came in contact with the beaker, it exploded into a fire. Derek pushed me down to the ground as the loud roar and a burst of wind erupted in the air.
Derek looked around and sat Sam up. There weren't any screams. No growls. No scorched body. There was no sign of Peter anywhere. Sam started panting in panic again.
"Sam.", Derek looked at her, worried.
"He's gone. We just had him…", she whimpered, tears pooling in her eyes as she watched the fire calm down. He was gonna come back. She was sure of it.
As the night stilled, she looked up at the bright moon, sighing as she used whatever energy she had left to get up.
From the corner of her eye, Allison and Scott shared a kiss. She frowned at their behavior.
She understood that they could've lost each other, but Allison just proved to Sam that she was just as unstable as her aunt and it pissed her off.
"Sam, you're okay.", Stiles exclaimed, tightly hugged her. "Where have you been? What happened? You didn't answer your phone and we've been looking for you the past two—" Stiles stepped away from the girl, looking at his hands, covered in her blood.
"Holy shit.", Stiles looked at her with a panicked look. Sam felt dizzy looking at it herself.
"What happened?" Her eyes glanced at Allison.
"Kate happened." Derek glared at her.
"What do you mean Kate happened?", Stiles asked.
"She shot us."
"She shot you guys?", his eyes widened at Derek before looking at Sam. "Sam, you gotta go to a hospital."
"No," she says, glancing around for Peter. The feeling hasn't gone away yet. It was bothering her.
"There you go, being stubborn again!", Stiles complained.
"Stiles. I just wanna go home.", Sam says, walking over to Jackson's Porsche that stayed in the moonlight. As Sam limped from under the tree shade, her wounds could be shown clear as day. She heard a gasp behind her and turned around to see everyone staring at her in shock.
"What the hell did she shoot you with?", Stiles asked Derek, who looked angry.
"Foam darts. What do you think she shot us with? Arrows!", he yelled. Stiles was looking at Sam with fear stricken across his face.
"An arrow? Sam, you do realize that those are meant for werewolves, right? Not humans? You need help.", Stiles urged, walking over to her.
She weakly glared at Stiles. "And just what am I supposed to say, Stiles? How do I explain all of this? How can I explain word for word about what I went through in the past, however many days? I can't! There's nothing to say.", Sam said, and gripped her head in pain.
That feeling she had at the field was back. Was she still concussed?? Did she make it worse? It had to have been a big concussion.
"Stilinski, get over here.", Jackson ordered Stiles.
Allison was talking with her now conscious father, who gave Scott the evil eye from where he stood. Jackson and Stiles fussed back and forth but she couldn't hear them. Actually, she could barely hear anyone.
Ssm looked at Derek who looked at her worriedly. She mustered up a smile and mouthed, "Thank you." Before she felt herself drop.
Derek rushed to catch Sam and held her against him, looking down at her in worry. "Sam! Samantha!", Derek yelled, shaking her.
Stiles' attention snapped at Derek as he saw Sam's body in Derek's arms.
Scott rushed over to them, kneeling down with Derek.
Scott's eyes scanned Sam's bloodied body. He was still feeling the effects of the full moon. Derek noticed this and gave him a growl in warning. "Scott."
Scott shook his head. The effects only took over so much but Scott controlled himself.
He checked a pulse on her neck. Her pulse was steady but slow.
"I told you we needed to take her to a hospital!", Stiles cried as he ran to them.
"Okay!", Scott quickly replied. "Okay. Those things are only meant for werewolves and since she's not a werewolf yet she can't heal."
"How about you tell me something I don't know?", Derek growled at him.
"You can heal… but she can't. She's not a werewolf, but-", Scott said only for Stiles to cut him off.
"Is Peter mind controlling you or something? Get that idea out of your head! That's not happening!", Stiles refused.
"Well—"
"You are not biting her.", Derek grounded out, glowering at Scott.
"What do you guys suggest? We can't take her to a hospital because we're gonna get questioned. Our better option is the bite."
"Correction: the bite either turns you or kills you.", Derek said.
"It's the—it's not—", Scott sighed. "I think I know another way."
"So? What are you waiting for? What is it?", Stiles urged. Scott pulled up his dress shirt sleeve and looked at the watch around his wrist.
"Just get in Jackson's car.", he said, shaking his head. He refused to let Peter have his way with his mind.
The boys, minus Scott who left as soon as he came, dropped Sam off at Deaton's, respecting her request of not going to the hospital.
Sam stirred awake, groaning softly as she opened her eyes, wincing at the bright light in front of her. She squinted, looking at the older man to her side, dressed in a lab coat with a smile.
"You're awake, good.", Dr. Deaton stood in front of her, shaking black liquid in a small container. Sam looked down to see that she was laid on the same cold, metal examining table from before.
Why was she here…? "Deaton?", she rasped.
"Morning. Well, actually good evening? It's almost three AM.", he joked.
She looked at him, confused. "I appreciate the hospitality and all but… why am I here?"
"Well you didn't want to go to a hospital did you?", he asked, as he organized his syringes and other items.
She frowned as she remembered. "Oh yeah…"
"Here, just take this." He handed her a dark colored capsule inside a pill bottle top. She looked at him in suspicion.
"What is it?"
"Just trust me, you'll want to take it.", he said and she reached for it, examining it.
She popped it into her mouth and gagged as it went down. Deaton filled up a paper cup with water and handed it to her, Sam, thankful for the liquid, hurriedly swallowed.
"What did I just take?", she sighed after drinking.
"A mixture of herbs."
Her eyes widened in confusion and disbelief.
"Herbs? What is that supposed to do? How am I here?"
Deaton smiled, suppressing a chuckle as he stared at the linoleum floor. "Your friends are kind. They were worried about you so they brought you here. You'll see them soon. Everything will be fine."
Just before Sam could ask anymore questions, she felt faint again and voluntarily laid down, falling asleep again.
She woke up again, looking around to see the familiarity of her bedroom. Was this a dream too?
She got up, steadying herself as she hadn't used her legs in hours and looked around, heading to her bathroom.
Her eyes widened as she brushed her fingers across her face. All the bruises were gone. She looked at her shoulders and arms, everything was gone.
She looked at her left eye, there was definitely a scar above her eyelid there, but not too visible as she almost missed it.
Was it all really over? It couldn't have been a dream, the scar was proof of that. Peter still had to have been out there.
She sighed, and took a long shower, draining her somewhat matted hair from the dirt and blood that dripped down her body, eventually getting it to be curly and loose again.
She washed her face of any remaining dried makeup and squeezed as much water as she could into a towel after getting dressed.
She looked down at her phone that was on her desk. She picked it up, seeing her lock screen was filled with dozens of text notifications and missed calls from Scott and Stiles, even a few from Allison.
She even saw voicemails and sighed as she clicked on one.
"Sam, where'd you go!? You were supposed to stay inside! Jackson just told me he was found by Chris Argent in the woods saying 'he'd take your place'. They heard him saying that and Scott's been outed and I don't know what's happening. I can't find Lydia now and wh—", she heard Stiles' voicemail end.
She picked another voicemail by Scott. "Sam, where are you!? Why aren't you with Stiles?? No one's seen you…. Please be okay…"
She picked another one, most of them being from Scott either fussing or sounding sad and apologetic.
She sighed and set her phone in her pocket as she rubbed her eyes.
She threw the towel in a hamper as she heard muffled voices. Now there were people in her house…??
Could have been the remainder of the Argents, coming to finish the job brutally??
"Dude, she doesn't have any bacon…", she hears a familiar goofy voice.
She relaxed instantly knowing it was Stiles. Scott and Stiles were here…
She silently slipped out of her room and downstairs, seeing Stiles eating pancakes, Scott serving them and fussing at Stiles and Derek.
Derek…?
He just sat in a chair beside Stiles, frowning at his complaining.
His green eyes snapped to see Sam standing on the stairs and he sat up straight, catching the attention of the younger males.
Stiles smiled as he licked his syrup covered lips and ran over to Sam as she descended from the stairs.
He pulled her into a tight hug. "You're okay…", he mumbled in her shoulder as she hugged him back. "I'm okay.", she says.
He pulled away, giving her a smile. "You really have to get some bacon in here.", he says, pulling her to the table.
Scott shook his head while Derek just stared at her. He didn't have his usual jacket on which was a new… thing.
"Well if you stop raiding my fridge, you wouldn't complain. Or better yet, bring your own.", she gruffed, making Stiles grin wider. "She's back!"
Scott smiled at her. "Glad you're okay.", he says, giving her a side hug.
She smiled at him and smiled at Derek. It took her a while to think until her eyes widened. "Shit.", she muttered.
They all looked at her in shock as she pulled out her phone.
"My mom! I don't know what she knows! I don't want her to bite my head off for not calling her.", she says, ready to dial her mom's phone.
"Oh, don't worry about that, I already took care of that. I told her you were at Allison's house.", Stiles said, relaxing. That's right… she did leave with Stiles so it made sense.
"Still. She gets pissy if I don't let her know.", Sam says, texting her mom to let her know she was home.
She got a thumbs up and a heart as a response and sighed. She wasn't pissed. Good.
She looked up and saw Derek staring at her again. She gave him a half smile and nodded her head towards the front door, hinting she wanted to talk.
Derek seemed to deflate for a bit before getting up and walking to the door while Stiles and Scott fussed at each other over pancakes. Sam slipped away and silently closed the door behind her as Derek leaned on the wall of her porch.
"You doing okay?", she spoke up. He looked at her in disbelief. "Am I doing okay?? You--", he sighed, and looked at her. "You should be worried about yourself. You almost got killed."
She gave him a smile. "That's not something new."
Derek just shook his head. "So, you gonna tell me what all that was about?", she asked. He looked at her in confusion.
"Everything. From the moment you left to now. The truth this time.", she says.
His eyebrows furrowed. "I--" he sighed again and explained everything. Sam looked at his face, looking for a hint of lies, deceit, anything. She couldn't find anything. It scared her but in a way, she was relieved.
She sighed and looked at him as he looked back at her. "Please don't lie to me anymore. I wanna trust you. I want to be able to trust you."
"Sam—"
"I'm not saying you have to tell me everything, but tell me what I need to know before shit pops off again. That way I can be prepared. I wasn't prepared at all and it frustrated me.", she says, making his shoulders drop as he looks away.
He nods. "Okay. Okay.", he says, looking at her once more.
She smiled. "Okay." They stood in silence for a couple of seconds before Sam rushed to hug him. Her eyes teared up, ready to unleash every feeling she had. "Thank you…", she whimpered in his chest.
His arms slowly wrapped around her, unsure if she wanted to be hugged. He held her tight and rubbed her back. "I told you we were gonna get out.", he muttered.
She let out a watery chuckle. "You did."
She pulled away, giggling some more as more tears ran down her face. He lifted a hand to wipe at her cheeks as she smiled at him. He was confused. Relieved, but confused. Was she happy? Still sad? Did she really trust him?
He knows he lied to her. He knows she was hurt by it which is why he had the two boys watch over her. But…
Something caught her eye behind him as she saw Stiles and Scott peeking in the window. He turned around to see them as well and frowned.
She shook her head and walked back inside the house.
"So what's the plan?", Sam asked, walking back into the kitchen.
"What's the plan?", Scott repeated, in disbelief. "You just got shot last night and the first thing you ask is what the plan is?"
"He means are you feeling okay?", Stiles corrected, through a mouth full of food.
"I'm fine. I'm not as sore and tired anymore actually.", Sam admits.
"Where'd Sourwolf go?", Stiles asked.
"Still outside.", Sam says.
"So, he's okay with you now? He's still back to Derek "hard ass, brooding-in-the-corner" Hale?", Stiles asked, smiling.
"Yeah…and you forget he can hear every word you're saying right now."
Stiles' eyes grew wide. "I was joking!", he yells, trying to get Derek's attention.
"So," Sam started, "how was the rest of the formal? Last thing I saw before I left, you went to go find Lydia again." Stiles and Scott looked at each other, nervously.
"I'm assuming that some shit happened."
"No, not really.", Stiles gave a weak smile.
"Stillinski.", Sam growled.
"Sam!", Stiles whined.
"Peter bit Lydia.", Derek confessed, walking back in the house..
"What?", she looked at him in shock.
"I lost her at the formal. She wandered outside looking for Jackson and Peter got to her first, I saw him attack her.", Stiles confessed, shakily, looking down at his plate.
"What happened? Where is she? Is she even okay?", Sam rushed.
"She's at the hospital.", Scott sighed.
Sam's eyes widened at Scott. "Are y'all dumb?? She can't be in a hospital! She's bitten! How's she gonna explain when the bite disappears?"
"Well…"
"The problem is, she's having an allergic reaction to the bite.", Scott says.
"Have you ever seen that before?", she asked Derek.
"The bite either turns you or kills you. There's no in between.", Derek disagrees.
Sam took a deep breath out of stress. "She's not gonna die, is she?"
"You're actually worried for the Lydia Martin?", Stiles asked, teasingly.
Sam rolled her eyes. "She's your girlfriend."
"We don't know if she's going to yet, the doctors said they had it under control."
"Okay," Sam presses, looking at them. "What is the plan?"
"There is no plan.", Derek confirms. "At least not yet."
"Okay, so it sounds like we need to get one going. Ideas, hello?"
Stiles raises his hand, making Sam fix him a look. "One that will work, please."
He sets his hand down with a pout.
"Why are you so sure our plans will work?", Scott asked, planting his chin in his palm.
"Because our plans almost always work. That and we have the two werewolves on our side."
"But Peter's an Alpha.", Scott stressed.
"So? You two are Betas. Doesn't that put out his odds?", Sam asked.
Derek heavily sighed, losing himself in thought.
Stiles looked at Scott for answers and Scott looked at Sam.
"Even if you wanted to make a plan, you're staying out of it.", Scott declared. Sam's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? Why??"
"We've already thought of something.", Scott said, shrugging. Sam gaped at him. "So tell me."
"Scott.", Stiles started "No.", Scott declined the two.
"Why can I not know???", Sam asked.
"Because last time we told you to do something, you completely disobeyed us and ended up in some type of torture chamber with Derek.", Scott accused.
Sam looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Oh okay. Since we're doing the blame game, let's start with you. You were supposed to be watching me, not sneaking off to a school bus to make out with your girlfriend. Not to mention, I technically saved your ass from getting found out in front of hundreds of packed students as you chased after me, by the way, you're fucking welcome."
"You still didn't listen to us, Sam.", Stiles agreed.
Sam gave him the same look. "I don't wanna hear shit out of you. You did the exact same thing as him. You both were supposed to stay inside with me but you both left, following your little girlfriends outside where you couldn't see me or tell if anything was gonna happen, but sure, I'm in the wrong."
The boys looked down in shame. "You're still out of this one.", Scott said.
"Who are you to make that decision for me?"
"Your friend.", Scott countered, standing up to her.
"If you're planning on getting rid of Peter altogether, I wanna be a part of this.", Sam demanded.
Scott shook his head and pulled Stiles away and out of the house before Sam could say anything.
She looked over at Derek as he looked back at her and away.
"Don't tell me you're with them on this too.", Sam frowned. Derek gave her a look that confirmed her question.
She sighed harshly. "You create a plan and then not fill me in on said plan that involves me. I'm not giving up my regular life for your blood hungry uncle."
"You are if he wants to play these games."
"I'm not doing it."
"He told Stiles he'd enjoy putting his teeth into you as much as he enjoyed doing it to Lydia.", Derek exclaimed, making Sam still in shock.
She sighed, shaking her head. "He's gonna have to fight me for that.
"You couldn't fight off Scott. What makes you think you could fight Peter again?"
"Can you have some faith in me?? I didn't know what Peter was like until now. So much shit was happening, I couldn't tell what was what anymore.", Sam says, crossing her arms.
Derek sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just trust us on this. You'll be with each of us at different times. Don't worry about the rest of it. We're gonna keep a lookout.", he says as he walks to the door.
Sam surrendered. "Fine… could you at least promise me something? Or some things." Derek let out an irritated groan. Sam placed her hands on her hips. "Hear me out. You, at least, owe me that."
"What?"
"One, I still need to go to school before my mom finds my counting absences weird. Two," she shook her head, rolling her eyes. "I want to go see Lydia later. So that means, you gotta come with me. I don't trust Stiles to do it right now."
"And the third?"
"Don't get yourself killed." Derek raised an eyebrow.
"If something happens, don't be a hero. Make it back. Alive.", she says, making his shoulders drop again as he looks away.
"Fine."