Derek and Sam rushed to the hospital where she met face to face with Melissa.
"Sam! What're you doing here? Are you okay?", she rushed. Sam nodded, giving her a hug.
"I'm fine. I just heard about Lydia. Is she okay?", Sam asked. Melissa gave her a weird look. "You're worried about Lydia?"
Sam frowned. "Am I not allowed to be? She's in the hospital!"
Melissa smiled. "What even happened?", Sam asked, feigning innocence.
"You didn't hear? It was all over town. Some animal attacked her. Mountain lion, they think."
"Mountain lion?", Sam asked, "those things are back again?"
"Appears so."
"That's a shame…", Sam smiled. "so Lydia, where is her room?"
"Visiting hours are over kiddo, sorry."
"Please…", Sam gave her a pout. Melissa sighed and looked around.
"Go.", she said. The girl grinned. "Room 103 right down the hall and to the left. First door on your left."
"I'll only be a minute!", Sam called, rushing to Lydia's room. She looked in through the large window. Lydia laid asleep in her bed with an oxygen mask around her nose and mouth. Her hands were completely still on top of the blanket.
She wasn't dead, but dammit if she wasn't close.
Her skin looked sickly pale and her lightened red hair looked faded.
Even out of it, she looked beautiful…
Sam sighed, shaking her head as she walked in. She looked at her for a moment, scanning her collarbone before her eyes widened.
Everything changed in a second.
The once peaceful looking Lydia was now torn open, her blood splattered everywhere, all over the room walls.
Her eyes were open and blank and her cheeks looked sunken in.
Sam backed away as she looked at the blood splattered wall that seemed to spell out words like someone had dragged their finger into it.
You're next.
She panted and squeezed her eyes shut, and only opened her eyes to hear a steady beep of Lydia's heart monitor.
The room looked normal again. Not bloody or horrifying.
Normal…
Sam sighed, placing a hand over her heart. What the hell was that shit?
She turned around and jumped at the sight of Derek staring at her outside the window. She frowned at him as she left the room.
"You okay?", he asked. Sam crossed her arms. "Can you not do that? You're gonna sneak up on the wrong person and get clocked. Let's go."
He rolled his eyes and followed her out of the hospital, dropping her back at her house.
Sam got properly dressed and grabbed her bag.
She pulled out my phone and looked at the time.
9:34am
"Shit, I'm late.", she says and Derek watches her run around getting ready.
"Where is Stiles?", Sam muttered, shooting him a text.
"Had to get to school early. Lots of police stuff going on concerning Kate. SYL.", he responded.
She rolled her eyes. "This boy…" she groaned, shoving her phone into her jean pocket.
"Take the car.", Derek said and threw her the key.
She caught it and looked at him "You sure?"
"I've got scoping stuff to do. Go before I change my mind."
Sam grinned, fist pumping the air and running out of the house.
"Don't crash my car!", he called after they left.
"I got it!", she replied, and sped off.
Catching up with Stiles, she slapped the back of his head. "Thanks for picking me up, Stillinski."
He smiled sheepishly. "My bad."
The day didn't go so bad, aside from the constant mumbles of Kate being killed and how bad everyone felt for Allison and hints of Lydia in the hospital.
No one knew anything and it kinda relieved Sam.
"I've been thinking about your plan.", Scott said as he and Stiles got back to my room.
"Now, you're thinking?", Sam sarcastically asked.
"You're late.", Derek said from her desk, reading a book, finally getting up and leaving.
"What's his problem?", Scott asked, confused.
"Well, he's got anger issues, he's—"
"Stiles.", Sam warned. He kissed his teeth, plopping on her bed.
"What's his problem? Other than the obvious.", Stiles asked.
"Alpha stuff. You guys were supposed to be here a while ago.", she says, pointing to her digital clock on the wall.
5:15 pm.
"Sorry we had a stop to make.", Stiles pointedly said towards Scott who looked away sheepishly.
"A stop? For what--", her eyes widened in understanding. "Allison…"
The boys nodded simultaneously.
"So I'm taking it that she's getting used to the whole werewolf thing now."
"Yeah." Scott replaced Derek's position at her desk. "So, back to thinking about your plan…"
"Yeah, no."
"There's no other choice! You're not sacrificing yourself!", Scott exclaimed. Sam sighed harshly.
She was ready to be bait if it meant Scott and Derek could take down Peter. She never said she planned on dying. But she saw where he's coming from. He hadn't seen her in two days and he didn't wanna risk it again.
"Fine.", she replied, "then my only choice is to get out of town. But I don't know if that's gonna work since we still have to go to school."
"No.", they responded simultaneously.
"Do you know how frustrating this is? I have to either listen to you and risk losing my life or not listen to you and I still risk losing my life."
"Regardless, your plan's not happening, Sam.", Scott told me.
Sam sighed and laid back against her bed. "Fine. Whatever."
Scott left Stiles and Sam after a while and they spent time watching tv until 10 hit. Her mom had came home, waving at Stiles and giving them a hug before she walked upstairs, letting them know they could eat whatever as she slept.
"You haven't eaten yet. Aren't you hungry?", Stiles spoke up.
"No, I'm not hungry.", Sam shook her head, still staring at the tv.
She didn't know if she wanted to eat. Not with everything happening. Something as mundane as eating bothered her while Peter was just out there planning her demise.
"So what are your thoughts on Derek?", Stiles asked suddenly.
"Why are you bringing him up?", she asked. He shrugged. "You haven't said much and out of all of us, you were the most affected by him leaving us."
Sam frowned. He was right in a way. She was hurt. She didn't know why, though. She wanted him to stay. She wanted him to reassure her that everything was okay. He could only do so much.
"We just haven't heard from him for so long, y'know? With him teaming up with Peter and then helping me… Peter knows...I'm just scared."
"I feel you."
"So, you trust him now?"
Sam nodded. "Do you?"
"Eh, I'm not sure yet. I just went with what he said to do. I mean, even with him being with Peter, it was kinda off. Did he tell you everything that happened?", Stiles asked.
Sam nodded.
"He wasn't mad at you or trying to leave you, y'know. He said it was hard to do that.", Stiles confessed before his phone rang. "Speak of the devil.", he muttered, showing his phone to her before answering.
"Yes, Sourwolf.", he answered. She could hear Derek's muffled fussing and smiled at Stiles' expression.
"I didn't hear a please!", he yelled and pulled his phone back to see that Derek had hung up. He sighed and pouted. "He's such an ass."
"Let's go.", he sighed, getting up and pulling out his keys.
"Go where?"
"Derek's."
"Why doesn't he just drive here?"
"Derek's on official Alpha business so it looks like I'm on Sammy duty so I'm dragging you to his house before he rips my throat out.", Stiles gave her a sarcastic grin before leading her out of the house.
Thankfully her mom was sleep so they didn't disturb her too much as they left.
He had walked out of the house first and made sure the coast was clear. Sam rolled her eyes, walked out of the house and locked the door.
"You're supposed to wait for the all clear.", the boy whined.
Sam grinned as they walked to Stiles' jeep, immediately hopping inside. The streets were dark and empty, no cars in sight.
"We don't know what to do about Lydia.", Stiles said as they drove.
"She'll be fine.", Sam says, giving him a reassuring smile. "Derek said that he's never seen this before.", Stiles shook his head.
"She's Lydia. She'll pull through. Maybe the dye in her head will help.", Sam says, rolling her eyes.
"You know if she turns you're still going to have to be friends with her.", he says.
"Shut up."
Stiles' Jeep suddenly forcefully jerked forward as it felt like something hit it. Stiles slammed his foot on the break and they were lurched forward and then slammed back into their seats.
"What the hell was that?", Sam looked at him before looking at the road. There was nothing in the street in front his car, just a long, dark, narrow road surrounded by forest.
"Something hit my Jeep." Stiles' hands were tightened around the steering wheel. "Crap, what if I hit an animal or something?", he whimpered.
"Or something? There's literally nothing there, your raggedy ass Jeep just burned out. It was about time!"
"Hey! Don't insult the baby.", he whined, snapping at her. "Seriously, if I dented it because I hit an animal, I'm dead."
"Yeah because one dent would make a difference to the other hundreds you've caused.", Sam says, rolling her eyes.
Stiles unbuckled his seat belt and reached for the door handle. Sam quickly grabbed him. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Uh, there was something in the street, I hit it. I'm making sure the front of my car isn't dented?", Stiles got out of the car and Sam did the same. They walked over to the front of his car. He bent down to examine the damage.
"Aw, what the hell is this?", Stiles groaned, examining a dent on the front. Sam sighed and walked back to her side.
He whined and I turned around to scold him. "It's not even that serious, Sti.", Sam says, turning around and widening her eyes at the sight of Peter who smirked back at her.
"Fuck…", she muttered, trembling.
She couldn't scream. She couldn't warn Stiles. Hell, he couldn't do nothing. He could get killed.
Peter grabbed her head, his claws prickling into her neck and shoved it against the metal of Stiles' car. Sam blacked out the moment her head made the impact.
Stiles jumped at the sound of the impact, trying to figure out why his Jeep shook. He stood up straight. "Why're you putting more dents in it?", he started as he walked over to her side, only to see she wasn't there.
His heart dropped. How could he have left her out of his sight so quick??
He quickly called Scott, panicked that their best friend was taken just under his nose.
He glanced at the dent in the front of his Jeep in realization. Peter planned this... He waited... He knew Stiles wouldn't have been able to fight back...
Stiles' clenched his fist as he let out a loud "Fuck!".
Sam woke up in the middle of the woods. No where was familiar and she immediately panicked.
"Finally.", she heard a voice behind her. She turned around to see Peter smiling at her. His red orbs stared directly at her with vicious intent.
"You fucking pissant.", she sneered, backing away from him. He didn't look fazed. He wasn't listening to her. He was the predator, she was his prey.
She continued stepping back. "I finally have you. You're going to be a part of my pack, whether you like it or not.", he threatened. His hands reached for her and flinched, but he shoved her back to the ground. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."
"You got what you wanted, Kate's dead, now get the hell on!", Sam yelled, backing away.
His eyes turned back to their blue color as he shook his head no. "Just imagine being part of my pack, being a werewolf! You'll be perfect, so much better. I'm not a bad man, Samantha. I'm helping you. The bite is a gift."
"Well, I don't want it.", Sam declined.
"Oh, Samantha. Hasn't anyone ever told you that you can't return gifts?" He quickly took her arm in his hand and brought her wrist to his lips. Just before he could bite, she swung her fist into his face, making him growl and pull away.
She shoved her foot into his knee and ran.
Peter let out a loud roar that shook the setting. This sucked so much.
Derek wasn't here. Stiles wasn't here. Scott wasn't here. She was gonna die... Or be turned. It was a lose-lose regardless.
"There's no point in running!", Peter roared behind her. She had no chance in the woods. This was his advantage. She needed to find a road. It was hard to do that, though, running so fast through the dark green forest only lit by whatever light the moon gave.
She hoped Stiles hurried and told the other two that she was taken. It'd help a lot right now!
Sam let out a shout as she was dragged down. She tried to grab onto whatever she could as Peter pulled her toward him.
She screamed as his claws punctured into her skin. He flipped her over, growling at her as he hovered over her face. His face was totally wolfed out, his red eyes pierced her and his mouth was full of fangs.
He leaned down as his claws held her down, finally biting her side. A loud scream escaped her as she threw her head back in pain. She kicked him off of her once more, stumbling to her feet and running again.
How could this have gone so wrong so quickly? What the hell...
Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind, an arm wrapping around her waist and mouth. Sam yelled in pain as the arm around her waist pressed into the bite wound and she bit onto the hand that covered her mouth. The person quickly turned around and she was met with Scott's golden eyes. "It's me! It's me, stop!", he hushed her.
He caught her dizziness and got her up, carrying her on his back and took off. The bite was already settling in. Pain spread to her stomach and she almost felt nauseous as Scott ran.
They eventually entered some clearing. Scott looked around as he backed away from where they came from.
Suddenly they were tackled down, and Scott was thrown away from Sam. Someone pulled her into their arms and she looked up to see Stiles' panicked face.
"Hey, hey, I got you.", he comforted her. Through her teary, blackening vision she watched as Scott and another figure fought Alpha Peter.
She took in the sight of Derek's electric blue eyes, full of anger and hate. Peter roared as Derek slashed his side with his claws. Stiles left to grab something which caught Scott's attention.
"Now!", Scott roared. Stiles had thrown the glass object at Peter, and out of nowhere an arrow shot it right at Peter.
Derek and Scott evaded the blast of fire that exploded right when the arrow hit the contaminants of the glass. The fire engulfed Peter as he swiped, roared, and finally fell, reverting back to his human form.
Stiles rushed over to Sam, trying to help her up. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...", he whispered in her hair as he held her close.
The fire finally calmed down which revealed a charred Peter. They looked to where the arrow was shot from and saw Allison Argent, kneeling on the ground with a bow in her hands.
Scott ran to her side, keeping her protected. Derek began making his way over to his uncle, hands clenched in tight fists. He stretched a leg over and stood over Peter's body. He kneeled down pulling Peter up by his burnt body.
"Wait! You said the cure comes from the one you bit you! Derek, if you do this, she'll be stuck like this forever! We had a deal!", Scott shouted.
Derek didn't say anything but Peter chuckled gravelly. "It's already…. Done. No need to keep… me here. You've already...decided."
Derek stared at his uncle with rage. "I can smell it on you!", Peter yelled. Derek began shaking in anger and he lifted his hand.
"Wait, no, no, don't!", Scott pleadingly yelled. Sam looked away as Derek's claws slashed through his uncle's throat. Peter choked then slumped.
Behind Stiles, she could see Chris Argent standing far behind Allison, a bow and arrows in his hands. He was looking at Derek, then to Sam. He glanced at the bite in her side, his eyes hardening.
"I'm the Alpha now.", Derek said, deeply as his eyes changing to a bright red as he glared at them.
"What did you do!?", Scott cried. "How could you?" Derek's red eyes glanced at Sam then at the bite in her side. Realization flashed through his eyes. Peter had finally gotten what he wanted but died for it.
"Sam…", she heard Stiles say. Her loud silence confirmed his questioning as his face contorted in anger and sadness before snapping his attention to Derek. "You prick!", he yelled.
Sam started shaking, hiding her face in Stiles' shirt. She couldn't go back to being normal. Her life was practically over. She couldn't bring this back home.
What would her mom think? Would she kick her out? Sell her to people who'd want to make experiments...?
"How could you do this!? She was supposed to kill him if she got bit!", Scott yelled as he stormed over to Derek. She couldn't have done it anyways. She's never killed someone, much less kill someone to save her own life.
"He had to go.", Derek mumbled, blankly. "He had to be stopped."
"So how exactly do you think either of us are going to get cured?", Scott pointed at Sam and him.
"You don't.", Derek replied. His response left Scott angry and almost speechless.
Scott huffed. "If she dies, this is on you."
"She won't.", Derek declared as Scott's face pinched up before he ran over to Sam and Stiles.
Sam could barely hear the boys' profusely apologies, she was passing out again.
The only thing she can remember is the lightened part of Derek's face that faced her as he looked at her with a sympathetic look before she passed out.
Sam looked around in the woods. She was alone. At this point she really hoped she was. Peter was killed. She saw that. But...
"You let him get to you…", she heard someone whisper. It sounded like a woman. "It's a miracle you're not dead yet, although, that would be thanks to me."
Sam turned around to see bright golden eyes. A woman in a black, sheer gown stood before her. Actually, she was levitating. She gave me a smile as she came towards Sam. "I doubt you want to stay here any longer. So we'll be talking later."
She turned away from her. "W-Wait!" She stopped and looked at me over her shoulder. Her gaze was so intimidating. Heavy. Intense.
"W-Who are you…?", Sam asked. She gave her a smile. "You'll know soon my child."
Sam woke up abruptly, instantly groaning as she felt the pain in her side. She looked down and lifted her shirt, revealing a gauze wrapped around her torso. She could see the red patch in the middle of the gauze.
She sighed. She really was bit. Nothing was gonna change that now. She got up and walked downstairs to see Stiles eating an apple and Scott sitting next to him. "Good morning~", Stiles said with a tired smile.
No Derek...
"Stiles, shut up.", Scott mumbled, rubbing his temples. "Someone has to be perky this morning.", Stiles said. He pointed to a box of doughnuts on the table. "Want some food?"
Sam looked at the box and her stomach immediately turned. She covered her mouth and ran to a nearby bathroom, hurriedly dropping to her knees and emptying her stomach's contents.
She whined to myself as she spat out bits of her bile before Scott and Stiles ran into the bathroom. She lightly pressed a hand on her bitten side as it burned as well as her throat.
Did Scott have to deal with this…? He seemed perfectly fine. He was up and running like it was no body's business.
She sighed as she wiped her mouth, leaning against the wall. "You're not pregnant, are you?", Stiles asked, bewildered.
Scott and Sam looked at him, irritated. "I'm not pregnant!", she rasped from the floor, feeling nauseous again. "Something's seriously wrong, though.", Scott said. Sam nodded.
"Of course Derek wouldn't be here when something happens. So, let's see it.", Stiles sighed, frustrated.
"See what?", Sam asked, confused.
"Your "non-existent" bite. It must have healed already.", Stiles responded.
"Uh, no, it's burning right now.", she says, coughing.
"It took a few more hours longer than this, so… wait a little.", Scott said.
"Can you get up?", Stiles asked. Sam sighed and eased herself from the tile floor. She looked back at the contents in the toilet. It was black. Like she just threw up a dark, toxic wasteland. She flushed everything down and walked with them into the kitchen, washing her hands and rinsing her mouth out.
She plopped on the couch, grabbing a couch pillow and holding it against me. "Go home, you two.", she says, tiredly.
Stiles sat on the floor while Scott sat beside her.
"We're not leaving you. We'll be with you through every step of this just like you were for me, yeah?", Scott reassured me and Sam nodded.
Stiles placed the back of his hand over her forehead, "You sure you're okay? You didn't look too good back there."
She hummed, enjoying his cold hand. "I'm okay. Promise."
"So what do you prefer, Revenge of The Sith or the Notebook?", Scott held up two dvd's in his hands. Sam looked at Stiles, unamused. "I didn't know what to get!", he cried, shrugging.
Sam sighed. "Star Wars, please."
So the trio finished watching the two and a half hour movie. The boys had ate the rest of the donuts and stayed, playing a MK game as she watched. Sam smiled and sighed, fading in and out of consciousness.
Sam tapped Scott, "Do you know when Derek's coming back?" He checked his phone. "Soon. At least he said soon."
Sam sighed, slowly sitting up as they finished a round. "I'm gonna go wash up.", she says and they nodded.
Sam rolled her eyes as she unwrapped the gauze. Everything else seemed to have healed but the bite. She sighed and looked for a first aid kit she had and took it out before getting washed up.
Washing up was taking longer since this bite was in the way. Minutes passed by and she got a text from Scott. Call me if you start feeling…not human.
She closed her eyes before frowning at the feel of something dripping out of her nose. She wiped her nose to see a black substance on the back of her hand.
She looked at the bite as it had also leaked black. The water below her went from soapy white water to soapy black foam.
Sam kept wiping her face until she just turned off the water, stepped out of the shower with a towel and washed her face in the sink.
Sam sighed as the black substance finally stopped flowing. She let out another breath and looked down at her bite as it dripped from being wet.
She wiped it up and dried it before dressing the wound and finally getting dressed comfortably.
She wasn't sure if she should've told Scott…
Sam sighed as she laid onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. What the hell was this…
Why did she feel so sick…? What was up with the bleeding??
Her thoughts ran so much and so loud that she didn't notice Derek had rushed into her room. She glanced at him as he seemed to calm down.
She gives him a small smile. "Hi.", she says.
"You're sick.", he says, walking over to her. Before she could get a word out, he fixed her with a knowing look. "Don't lie to me. Scott told me what happened."
She waved him off. "So what? I caught a fever or something. Big whoop."
"The bite hasn't healed yet.", he says, suddenly. She looked at him then looked at her shirt that covered her bite. "How'd you…"
Derek rolled his eyes. "Werewolf. I can tell. It can take longer for some people."
Derek took in her state. She looked exhausted and sick. She was barely under her blankets so he assumed she had a fever. The bite was taking a toll on her. One he wasn't prepared to see again.
Derek sat himself at her desk. In silence, he stared at me solemnly. "I'm…I'm sorry."
My eyes widened a bit as he apologized. "I tried to do everything in my power to stop it."
"I know you did, I appreciate it anyways. He was just too strong.", she says, giving him a weak smile. He didn't return it, leaving the seat at her desk and sat by her bed.
"You don't have to worry about him anymore.", he said, placing the back of his hand on her forehead. She felt cold, but since she was clammy from the shower and the AC blowing in her room, his hand was a contrast. It felt good.
She hummed as his hand slid to her cheek, his fingertips lightly grazing her skin. "You'll feel better once you turn, you wont be sick anymore.", Derek determined softly.
"I don't want to turn.", she softly frowned at him. He looked at her, his own frown showing a hint of sadness.
"I'm scared. I don't know what to do. How can I even tell my mom…? I don't want her to find me one day and I don't have control over myself or something on the news of something dying and it being my fault.", she hoarsed.
"I'll help you through it. I promised.", he said as he cupped her cheek and she smiled a bit. "You did."
She covered his hand with hers, her frown appearing again. "Aren't the Argents gonna kill me?" Derek frowned at her question.
"I won't let them. And I doubt Scott will let it happen neither.", he said. She hummed and nodded, feeling sleepy again. Derek took notice and talked about nonsense enough to make sure she was having her rest.
Her heartbeat didn't slow down enough to worry him, but enough to make sure that she was really sleeping and not dying.
He really hoped she wasn't. He'd never hear the end of it from the two boys and he'd never forgive himself.
"Samantha..." A familiar voice whispered. Sam woke up abruptly.
She looked around her room to find it empty. Her heart raced as she sat up and looked at her door. Who called her…?
"Samantha..."
She felt light all of a sudden. Nothing hurt anymore. If anything, it felt like nothing. Like all her senses were gone but her sight.
"Let's go, Samantha.", the voice urged as she walked downstairs silently.
She saw the tv was on in the living room and she could see Derek asleep on the couch.
She snuck past him, making her way out of the house and onto the silent, empty street.
Was she... sleepwalking? Spirit walking???
She couldn't remember which was what.
"Just a little bit longer, Samantha, we're almost there.", the voice encouraged as she continued down the street and walked to an unfamiliar part of the woods.
"Just a little more...", she heard before she felt someone yank her back, making her take in a gasp. "What the hell are you doing?" Derek's voice made her look at him in shock.
She looked around as he looked at her. What the hell?
This wasn't a dream? It wasn't.
She definitely walked here… but why?? She looked into the trees, trembling. What the hell was that...? Who was calling her?
Derek frowned as he took in her fast paced heartbeat and picked her up.
"Derek…", she whimpered, panicking. His eyebrows furrowed in worry. "Hey, hey, calm down."
She couldn't stop hyperventilating as Derek led her out of the woods, pausing to try and calm herself himself but the shortness of her breath caused her to black out slowly.
Sam's eyes slowly lifted open, as she let out a breath.
Her body felt loose. Relaxed even. Was she okay? She felt okay.
Was she allowed to be okay??
What's--
She looked down at her clothing, immediately sitting up as she heard the increasing beeping of a heart monitor.
She was in a hospital??? Derek took her to the hospital?
She looked up as Deaton walked into the room. "Morning.", he said, smiling.
"Morning…?", Sam replied, suspiciously as she looked at the syringe in his hand.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay. What're you doing with that?", she asked, her eyes never leaving the needle in his hands.
Deaton chuckled at her subtle panicking and gave a sigh. "You got attacked by an animal."
She frowned in confusion. "An animal? What are you talking about--"
"It was the same thing that happened to Lydia Martin, such a shame, isn't it?", he asked, as she caught on.
"Yeah…", she says, her shoulders dropping.
"Derek Hale found you in the woods last night, wandering around disoriented.", he says.
Sam nodded. "So, I'm not dying?"
"No.", Deaton smiled. "Then I turned?", she frowned.
"No.", he says, bluntly. Sam looked at him in confusion. "I – what?"
"You didn't turn. It's been a little over 40 hours since you received the bite. It's still there and you're still…human.", he confirmed, quietly.
Sam shook her head. "Derek said there was no other option. You turn or die, there was no in between. You seen something like this before?"
"No, I've only heard of it."
"In who?", she asked, raising an eyebrow. Deaton took a deep breath before letting it out through his nose.
"Lydia Martin." Her eyes widened.
"Neither of us turned?"
"But you reacted differently, as well as she. She was rejecting the bite as if she was allergic. Your body was rejecting the bite as if you were sick and dying…but it just never happened. Lydia's body has calmed down from the allergy, but she hasn't awoken yet so we're not fully sure if she's turned. Though the bite is still there, so maybe she's delayed."
"I don't understand."
"None of us do."
"Where are boys?", Sam asked.
"Scott? Waiting room. Derek? Pursuing his new Alpha duties, but he's been in here most of the night."
"And Stiles?"
"After hearing the all clear for you, he ran straight for Lydia Martin's room."
"What'd you put in my IV?", Sam asked, glancing at the syringe in his hand.
"Stuff to help your body with the bite. Anti-werewolf magic.", he whispered with a grin.
"Well, whatever it is, I feel like I could walk on water.", she say, rolling her shoulders.
"Well they did give you medicine to treat the bite, so you can go home.", he says, making her cheer silently.
"I'm so done with hospitals.", Sam says, smiling.
"Before you go, I just wanted to talk to you about something." Deaton sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Yeah?" He looked at her with a slight worried look in his eyes.
"Derek. He's an Alpha now, he took over Peter's position, so you need to be careful of him and observe his behavior. He's stronger now, more powerful. But he's going to need a pack. Just like Peter tried to grow his, and Derek will try too. Not with you, if he can help it, but with others.", he warned.
Sam's eyebrows furrowed at the thought of Derek just going around biting people. He, of all people, warned her and Scott of the danger of just biting people, so it'd be hypocritical on his part if he did it.
"I'll watch out.", she told the older man.
Sam sighed and stretched with a smile as Scott pulled into her driveway.
"Thanks again for taking me home, Scotty.", Sam says, ruffling his hair. "You're full of energy today.", he noted, smiling. "I'm just glad you're okay. You were scaring me yesterday."
"Yeah, me too.", she says. "I told Derek it had to have been a fever. I'm back to normal as can be."
Though she had a feeling that wouldn't last. Best not to break Scott's happy spirit.
"Yeah… you sure you don't want me to stick around? You know, to make sure you're fully okay?", he asked.
She chuckled, unbuckling herself. "If you stick around any longer, I might have to headbutt you.", she joked as she got out. He chuckled.
"After all, you need to go check on Allison.", she teased, making the apples of his cheeks turn rosey.
He smiled. "Yeah, yeah." She smiled at him, "Seeya, Scott.", she says, before closing the door and walking to her house, entering the empty house. She sighed as she closed the door. It was hard keeping all this mess from her mom.
While she was out back and forth from work, Sam was out in danger time and time again, right under her nose.
She walked over to the kitchen finding a snack to eat, finally feeling hungry. As she ate, she didn't feel as nauseous which helped her worries a lot.
But one popped up as she heard a knock on her door. She sighed and walked over to the door, peeking through the peephole before opening it for Derek.
"Hey.", he says, as he walks inside. "Hello to you too.", she says, closing the door.
"Done with your new Alpha business?", she asked.
"Yes.", he replied, sitting at the table with her.
"Well good. Kinda thought you were done with us.", she says, joking. He didn't like that.
"What happened last night?", he asked, frowning at her. "I don't know," she shrugged. He leaned back in his seat.
"I just wanna know. One minute you were sleep, I was sleep, and then the next I found you walking towards the woods and ignoring me on the way.", he explained.
"Ignoring you?", Sam asked, confused.
"You just kept on walking like I wasn't even behind you.", he says.
She looked down. "I did see you sleeping on the couch but I thought I was dreaming. Hell, I thought I was sleepwalking. I couldn't feel or hear a thing but this voice in my head telling me to go to the woods. For what, I don't know."
"A voice? When did you start hearing this voice? Why didn't you say anything?", he ordered. She looked at him in confusion. What was she supposed to say? If she told this to anyone else, they'd find her crazy.
"I don't know what you want me to say, Derek. One thing happened, I ended up in the hospital and now I'm here and fine. Can you try not to be a hardass or whatever for one minute.", she argued.
He sighed through his nose, shaking his head. "Fine."
She sighed as well, looking over at him, unsure. "Can't you be happy that I haven't died or turned yet? I don't know what's going on but I know I'm okay. Aren't you relieved?"
His face softened and he sighed again. "I am. You… you worried me last night. I didn't know what the hell you were doing or going. I had no clue. Being alpha was the only thing I focused on and you are also my objective to stay focused on, but I didn't know what to do."
She stood up and walked over to him. She walked behind him to give him a hug. "I'm okay. Really. I'm sorry I've been worrying you guys. I was so focused on getting Scott some help and trying to get rid of Peter that I didn't realize the hurt and stress I caused. I'm sorry, Derek."
He patted her arm, rubbing his thumb along her covered skin. "Can you at least let me know when you have these weird feelings you get? That way, I'd know to come to you. No matter what it is."
She smiled. "Promise."
The next few hours, Sam got a panicked text from Stiles. He was at the hospital, only leaving for a couple of minutes and returned to see that Lydia had gone missing. Naked.
She disappeared from the hospital without a trace and now all of Beacon Hills Police Department was scouring the entire county looking for the undressed redhead.
Stiles even pressed us to do so as well.
Leave it up to Lydia to work up Stiles' nerves. When he panicked, it's way worse than when he's on Adderall.
Sam sighed as Stiles' jeep came up to her house. She put on some shoes and opened the door. The passenger door opened and Scott stuck his head out, letting her know that they needed to go.
"Any hits?", Sam asked, hopping in. Stiles sped down the road.
"No.", Allison replied with a sigh. That's right, Lydia was her friend. She still felt off about the Argent daughter as she teetered her trust as well.
But she felt bad. Just a little.
"If she's turning, they won't kill her right?", Stiles frantically asked Allison.
"I don't know, they won't tell me anything. All they said was they'd talk after Kate's funeral when the others get here.", Allison explained, sadly.
Sam rolled her eyes. Should she really have a funeral…? What about the Hale family who didn't have proper funerals?
"What others?", Sam asked. If there were more Argents, that'd really faltered her trust.
"I-I don't know. They won't tell me that either.", she said, frustrated.
"Wow, okay your family has some serious communication issues to work out.", Stiles says and turns his attention to Scott. "Scott, are we going the right way?" Stiles yelled. Scott sniffed the air, his head hanging out of the window.
"Take the next right."
Stiles swung his jeep around the corner, yanking us all in the opposite direction.
"Stiles, ease up on the gas!", Sam yelled from the back.
She frowned as we came up to Derek's old house.
"She came here?", Stiles asked Scott. 'You sure?"
"Yeah this is where the scent leads.", their friend replied.
They got out and looked around.
"Yeah, alright, but has Lydia ever been here?", Stiles asked.
"Not with me," Allison said. All three pairs of eyes landed on Sam.
"What the f-- I didn't take her here! Why exactly would I take her to Derek's house out of all places?", Sam exclaimed.
"Maybe she came here to… I don't know, maybe she was looking for Derek.", Allison suggested.
"You mean looking for an alpha?", Scott corrected.
"Wolves need a pack right?", Stiles asked. Scott smelled the air, searching for any hit of Lydia.
"Not all of them."
Sam looked around the front of the Hale house, frowning at the porch. She can't believe they automatically tried to blame her. What the hell…
"Whoa hey, look at this. You see this? I think it's a tripwire.", Stiles alerted them. They came to see what he was pointing at and he was pulling at a wire indeed.
Sam slapped his hand. "The hell is wrong with you!?"
"Uh, Stiles?", Scott's straining voice said from behind them. They turned around to see him hanging upside down. "Oh… ", Stiles shrunk.
Sam snickered, seeing Scott look around in confusion.
"Next time you see a tripwire, don't trip it.", Allison says, keeping her laugh to herself as she steadies Scott's swinging.
"Noted.", Stiles stifled a laugh. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Someone's coming! Hide.", Scott hurried them and they hid behind some bushes.
"This is exactly why you don't pull trip wires!", Sam fussed. They could hear Allison's dad's voice, along with Scotts. Keeping quiet as Chris and his groupies talked to Scott, they disappeared into the night. They came out of their hiding spaces and rushed back to Scott.
"You okay?", Allison asked, concerned.
"Just another life threatening conversation with your dad.", Scott shrugged. Allison looked around and found the release for the trip wire.
"Sam, help me with this." They rushed over to a tree where wires were placed. Stiles stayed by Scott's side as we let him down.
"How does your dad even do this? You've got to be a genius to set these things up.", Sam groaned, confused and fiddling with the contraption.
The girls heard a thud and a yell and found Scott and Stiles tangled on the floor.
"Thanks.", Scott groaned, getting pushed by Stiles.
They finished scoping for the night, not finding anything.
Sam sighed, getting a text from Allison the next morning as she and Stiles headed to school.
"What's the matter?", Stiles asked. "Allison.", Sam grumbled. She pocketed her phone and sat back against the jeep seat.
He frowned. "You guys aren't fighting, are you?"
Sam shook her head. "No, idiot. She's upset about her aunt's death but not me. I'm glad. Good riddance."
Stiles chuckled. "Damn."
She smiled but it dropped as they drove past the Beacon Hills graveyard and they saw several cop cars parked on the side of the road. Stiles slowed up on his driving. "What the hell's my dad doing here?"
He pulled over besides the bunches of cop cars.
"Do you think they found Lydia?", he asked me. Sam sighed. They both got out of the jeep.
"No. There would be ambulances and stuff if that was the case.", Sam says. Stiles ignored her as they came up to the scene.
There was an open grave, and beside it was Sheriff Stillinski along with Isaac Lahey who was on the lacrosse team and his father, Mr. Lahey.
They were in a deep conversation and Mr. Lahey looked pissed. We stood to the side, watching them carefully for a couple seconds.
Sam noticed Isaac had a bad bruised eye and she frowned. She's known Isaac as long as she knew Scott and Stiles. He wasn't as bad as Jackson so she tolerated him.
He didn't bother anybody and occasionally talked to Scott and Stiles. She wasn't sure if they had a conversation outside of school considering he sat next to her during Finstock's class.
She noticed he frequently came to school with bruises, cuts, and scrapes. She didn't bring it up because she assumed he was dealing with pricks outside of school. But it got concerning sometimes.
His father, who was also the head coach of the swim team, threw her in a loop with his constant frustration towards the male students. He had a harsh demeanor towards everyone on the swim team, but had it been someone that wasn't on the team, he was nicer.
She couldn't imagine how Isaac would feel going home with that. Isaac looked scared. Isaac looked out at the woods. Sje quickly followed his line of sight and saw Derek, dressed in all black standing behind the trees.
She and Derek made eye contact and she gave him a look to leave before anyone else saw him. He eventually disappeared after she blinked.
She sighed in relief but Stiles grabbed her. "Can you hear what they're saying?"
She shook her head. "Barely. You?" She could mostly hear Mr. Lahey's overly loud and angered voice versus Isaac's smaller voice. Stiles' eyes widened as he watched what she watched.
"….Unfortunately.", they hear Sheriff Stillinski say.
"What did I just miss?"
"Lydia may or may not have dug up a grave and stolen the spleen from a dead woman."
You're shitting me…
"This may be a bigger problem than we thought.", Sam muttered to Stiles.
"Isaac, you're going to be late for school.", Mr. Lahey gruffed to his son. An assistant officer walked up to Sheriff Stillinski and motioned his head towards them.
Mr. Stillinski looked at them with a disappointed frown. "Crap.", Stiles mumbled as his father stormed to them.
"Stiles, Samantha.", Sheriff Stillinski growled.
"Hey, dad!", Stiles nervously laughed.
"Mr. Lahey, if you don't mind I think I found your son a quick ride to school.", Sheriff smiled and looked towards the teens. The two of then smiled sheepishly and awkwardly waved at Isaac.
This was gonna be a long day…