After being interrogated and treated, Stiles sent Sam home.
The next day, kinda seemed like a breeze.
Sam sat on the bleachers waiting for Stiles to finish his rock climbing. The gym students crowded around the rock wall, staring up and laughing at a frizzy blonde clinging to it in fear.
Coach was trying to persuade her to come down, which she finally did. The girl was Erica Reyes. She and Sam used to talk in freshmen year, almost formed a friendship before Erica stopped talking to her altogether. Sam never knew why, but it didn't bother her too much. She still had her boys.
Erica tried to smile the situation off as the rest of her class laughed at her. She glanced at Sam with a weak smile, tightly wrapped her arms around herself and walked past her. Sam watched her go and sighed. She felt bad for her. It wasn't her fault. Rock climbing wasn't easy. Sam was scared of it in her freshman year until she learned to keep going despite the risk of falling.
Turns out Erica had a seizure while trying to climb the rock wall alone. Scott had saved her, feeling a connection towards her and now she was in the hospital.
Sam was on the way to her next class when she saw a distressed Jackson having a heated conversation with Lydia, who was back at school. The red head looked terrified, and Jackson looked beyond pissed.
"You ruin everything!", Jackson screamed to the flinching girl. He turned on his heel and stormed away from her in Sam's direction. He almost bumped into her and his eyes narrowed on her.
"Both of you! Nothing happened to both of you! It's like your immunity was passed everybody! You all ruined this!", he yelled and stormed away.
Fucking prick.
Sam shook her head and moved over to Lydia. Despite not liking her, Sam hated how Jackson treated her. "You okay?", she asked. Lydia looked at her with tears welling in her green eyes. She hastily walked away without another word. Sam clenched her jaw.
She was sick of being nice in a school full of pricks. What the fuck was up with them…
Just as quick as that interaction happened, lunch came by and Stiles dragged her off with him into the lunchroom, meeting up with some guy named Boyd.
She's never seen him around before. Made sense if he was always by himself and kept his head down. They walked up to his table and Stiles took a seat across from Boyd.
"Boyd, do you have the keys?", Stiles asked. Boyd lifted his hand, reaching over to give Stiles a set of keys. But when Stiles reached to grab them, Boyd snatched them back.
"This isn't a favor, it's a transaction.", Boyd said.
"Right, yeah, well…" Stiles searched his pocket and slapped a twenty-dollar bill on the table.
"I said fifty.", Boyd gruffed, glaring at Stiles.
"I remember twenty. I have a very good verbal memory and I remember twenty. I remember that distinctive 'twah' sound. Twenty.", Stiles tried to get out of his deal.
"I said fifty. The 'fuh' sound. Hear the difference? If you can't, I can demonstrate some other words with the 'fuh' sound."
"Oh, no, I think I'm recalling it now. Maybe I got it confused with a…forty." Stiles slapped another twenty on the table. Boyd stared at him, popping a Dorito into his mouth and chewing slowly. Sam's eyes bounced back and forth between them in annoyance.
"Come on man, do you see the piece of crap Jeep I drive?", Stiles whined.
"Do you see the piece of crap bus I take?", Boyd countered. Sam sighed, rolling her eyes and pulled out a ten, slamming it onto the table. "We done?", she asks.
Boyd looked at it, then to Stiles, then at her and smiled, finally letting Stiles have the keys.
"You're welcome. Let's go.", she smiles at Boyd before standing and yanking Stiles up by the back of his collar and led him to Scott. Stiles sat down across from Scott. "Got them. So after work meet me at the rin—" Scott and Stiles' eyes followed a beautiful, busty blonde walking into the cafeteria.
She wore a white tank top, black leather jacket, and a short, tight leather skirt. She walked with a purpose in her leopard print pumps. Her lips were plastered with bright red lipstick.
She strutted over to a table of boys, bending down and taking a bite of one of the kid's apples. She smirked at them and turned to the trio. She eyed and smiled at them suspiciously. The girl was Erica Reyes. The girl who only yesterday was being made fun of, now eye candy of the entire cafeteria.
She was just a shivering, nervous mess yesterday. The hell happened?
"What in the holy hell is that?" Lydia slammed her hands down on their table.
"Derek.", Scott growled.
"Definitely Derek.", Sam repeated with a frustrated sigh. Erica walked out of the lunchroom, leaving all the boys with their mouths agape. Sam stood up, following after Erica first, the boys quickly trailing behind her.
They ran out of the school and through the door to the front courtyard to see Erica getting into a shiny black Camaro. The front window pulled down as he, in blacked out sunglasses, flashed the three of them a smile and sped off.
"Fucking hard-headed hypocrite…", Sam sneered. She shook her head, walking to her mom's car, getting in and following his car to his new home. An abandoned train car.
"Derek!", Sam called, walking in. He emerged out of one of the train cars. Erica trailed close behind and so did Isaac Lahey.
"You turned her? Did we not just have this conversation about turning defenseless, emotionally unstable teenagers into ravage beasts?", Sam asked as she stormed up to him.
"Hey.", Erica yelled in warning.
"Shut it.", Sam narrowed her eyes, pointing at her.
"Fine." He huffed. "I'll make it up by helping out with Scott." Sam looked at him like he had grown another head. "Help? You werealready supposed to be helping with Scott. That's what I ended up getting bitten for!"
Derek frowned. "Plus, Scott's busy.", Sam says.
He raised an eyebrow. "With?"
"Why's it matter? ", she asked and wiggled her fingers toward the two blond betas behind him. "You have your little crew over here and now you're bothered by what he'll be doing?"
His eyebrows furrowed and Sam stepped closer to him, raising her eyebrows in challenge. "I'm not threatened by your thick ass eyebrows. Me, Scott, Allison, Stiles and," She rolled her eyes. "Lydia are going to ice skating rink. Are we not allowed to have fun? You look like you've been having fun these past few days, so why can't we?", she asked.
Derek rolled his own eyes. "Whatever. Don't do anything stupid.", he says as she walked away. "That's my line!", she called as she left.
Later that night, she met Scott, Stiles, Allison and Lydia at the ice rink. To be honest, she regretted coming. It was basically a double date and Sam just stuck out.
Though, Stiles and Lydia were here as friends, at least she hoped. Stiles didn't need to be heartbroken over someone that wasn't even paying attention to him.
Sam balanced herself around the rink while Lydia gracefully twirled around the ice. Lydia stopped her fun and skated over to an area, suddenly crouching down to the cold floor.
"Lydia?", Sam called noticing the girl's weird, sudden behavior, but she didn't answer. She skated over to where Lydia was crouched.
"Lydia, what's wrong?", Sam asked. There was a purple flower sticking up out of the ice. Ice shavings were piled at its base.
Sam bent down and touched it, quickly retracting her hand as it burned it. "The hell…?"
Lydia wiped away the crushed-up ice around the area around the flower and it revealed a man. His eyes were wide open, familiar and the girls immediately felt their world crumble as they saw who it was. It was Peter Hale. Lydia and Sam let out a scream, catching the attention of the other three.
Stiles came rushing over to them, aiding Lydia by holding her. She was still screaming and blubbering as Stiles held here. Sam started hyperventilating at the sight of Peter's face. Why was he here? Why? He was charred. He was! They burned him. How is he here?
Scott ran over to Sam, holding her face away from the area.
"Sam, what happened? What? What's going on?" Her eyes couldn't pry away from Peter's shocked face.
"Sam?", Scott shook her and she whimpered, finally looking at him. "Peter."
The next day came quickly, much to Sam's relief. Yesterday had to have been a dream.
It didn't feel like it as Scott, Stiles, and Allison were so confused. They asked Sam so many more questions, she wasn't sure how to even answer any of them.
She walked into the lunchroom to see Scott sitting by himself. In front of Scott, was an empty table.
Actually…wasn't Boyd supposed to be here too? It was his table.
If Boyd was here every day, sitting at that exact table…
She shook her head, hoping he was gone for a good enough reason.
"You see it too.", Scott suddenly said, nodding over at the table. Sam's shoulders dropped as she sighed.
Derek….
Scott and Sam came up with the plan that they would go to the ice rink after school while Stiles would go to Boyd's house.
Right after school, they arrived at the ice rink. Rushing inside, they heard a machine going. A Zamboni was going around the ice and Boyd was the driver.
Scott rushed onto the ice, only a few feet from Boyd, while Sam stepped into the rink but stayed by the wall.
"Boyd, I just want to talk. Come on Boyd, please. Did Derek tell you everything? And I don't mean going out of control on the full moon, I mean everything!"
Boyd shut off the Zamboni and sighed.
"He told me about the hunters.", Boyd replied.
Really Derek…? He had a bad habit of giving bits and pieces instead of the whole thing.
"And that wasn't enough to say no? Whatever you want, there's better ways to get it.", Scott suggested.
"I just don't want to eat lunch alone everyday.", Boyd said, making Sam frown.
She didn't know he didn't wanna be lonely. Speaking from experience, she got used to being alone once she moved to California. That was until she met Stiles. His bubbly personality changed her world.
"You could do a lot better than Derek.", Scott countered.
"Scott, really? We're throwing shade?", Sam asked, crossing her arms.
"I agree. That really hurt, Scott." Derek's voice echoed around the rink.
Sam looked around to see Derek, Erica, and Isaac standing there.
"If you're going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica, how's life been for you since we met?", he asked the blonde.
"In a word," she thought for a minute, "transformative." She roared for emphasis. Sam rolled her eyes. The girl definitely changed. Annoyingly, so.
"Isaac?", Derek asked.
"Well, I'm a little bummed about being a fugitive but other than that I'm great.", Isaac smirked.
"This isn't exactly a fair fight.", Scott said suddenly.
"Then go home, Scott.", Derek smiled smugly. Derek looked at his two Betas, and they went for Scott.
He punched the ice, cracking it. He transformed into his wolf form, glaring at Derek.
"I meant fair for them.", he roared.
The three betas started fighting Scott while Boyd watched above from his Zamboni. Derek proudly watched his Betas fight Scott, Sam got into the ice rink, steadying her on the icy floor before making her way over to Derek with a glare.
"Boyd, really?", Sam asked.
"Yeah, why not.", he shrugged.
"Oh, I don't know, Derek. I can think of many reasons, but we'd probably be here all night.", Sam exclaimed. Derek frowned at her, "I told you that I needed to strengthen my pack."
She crossed her arms. "And I told you that not everyone needs to be a werewolf, just because they "have the potential", Derek. That's not how that works. You haven't learned from Jackson at all? He could've died.Icould've died and they could've as well.", she expressed. Derek didn't reply. He knew, deep down, in a way, she was right, but the fresh alpha in him refused to agree.
Sam sighed harshly at the sound of hear mixtures of growls, roars, and bodies being thrown down. Claws were scratching against the ice. Scott tackled Isaac to the ground, and she could swear she heard something crack.
"Don't you get it? He's not doing this for you. He's just adding to his own power. It's all about him! He's making you feel like he's giving you some kind of gift, but all he's done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!", Scott yelled, forcefully sliding Isaac to Derek and Erica to Derek's feet.
Derek smiled. "It's true. It is about power.", Derek admitted. He took a step over Isaac's unconscious body and began slowly walking towards Scott. He let his claws out, threateningly as he stalked over to Scott.
"Derek, stop!", Sam yelled after him, trying to push him away, but swayed on her own unsteady feet.
After twitching his head, he roared and stormed up to Scott, head butting him. He punched and slashed Scott in the stomach with his claws. She could hear his fist come in contact with Scott's face several times.
And then it came in contact with his stomach once more. Scott screamed, finally punching him back. Derek went for Scott again and all Sam could hear was Scott's painful yells and see their blurred motion.
She heard a loud heartbeat. Was it hers? Was it Scott's? Was it the betas? It felt like a throbbing headache, though. The sound began to increase in volume as if she had her ear on someone's chest.
She heard a familiar voice whisper in her left ear. "Don't you wanna join them? A little chaos won't hurt." She flinched, looking to her left to see no one there. Just like at Kate's funeral...
Sam began to sweat as she watched Derek practically pummel Scott.
"Just a little chaos and everything will be fine. They're having fun. Don't you see?", the feminine voice says.
Sam covered her ears and squeezed her eyes closed as the heartbeat got louder. This can't be happening.
She wasn't going insane…
She couldn't be.
"They're having so much fun without you, Samantha… you can't let it go to waste."
Her eyes widened as she trembled. She felt angry all of a sudden. Scared, even. And maybe excited…? She didn't know. It was a mixture of feelings; she didn't know what to do.
She tried taking deep breaths, but the more she did, the more she started to sweat and feel dizzy.
She could barely hear the beatings on Scott's body. She could barely hear the fighting going on anymore. The thumps of a heartbeat were too loud and it hurt her head.
She wanted it to stop. She wanted everything to just stop.
"Then make it stop, Samantha. Make him stop."
Everything moved like a blur. Once Sam noticed Scott on the ground, trying to catch his breath, she moved.
Derek slid across the icy floor, landing in a pouncing stance as he glared at Sam. She tackled him? She managed to knock him over?
Derek let out a snarl but stopped suddenly as he got a good look at her. His red eyes widened as she glared at him back, holding a broken Scott in her arms. "I'm not gonna let you kill him.", she declared through her teeth.
"Sam…", she hears Scott's weakened, yet shocked voice. She looked down at him as he stared back up at her with wide eyes.
"Your eyes…", he muttered. She reached to pull out her phone but noticed her nails had gotten longer and her fingers looked like she dipped them in soot.
She pulled out her phone, switching to the camera and saw her face.
Her irises were yellow but her sclera was black. They also looked like she wore heavily eyeliner that streaked down to the apples of her cheeks. She had marks on her face that also contoured her cheeks.
She turned back to Derek with a hardened face. "The hell are you trying to do? Be a new Peter? You don't think this is going too far? You have your betas, but you better learn how to take care of them all by yourself." Derek frowned, standing straight.
Sam helped Scott up, grimacing at his whimpering. She glared at Derek over her shoulder. "We're talking about this later, Hale.", she says before leaving with Scott.
"Shhh, it's okay.", she comforted Scott as she got him into her mom's car. He wasn't bleeding as much, thank God.
She still kept pressure as he slowly healed, though. "I'm so sorry, Scott…", Sam said, sadly. He looked at her, slowly going back to his natural form. "You… what was that?", he asked.
Sam looked in the rearview mirror. Her face was back to normal. She sighed in relief and turned back to him. She felt okay again. At least, she didn't feel heavy or tense anymore.
"I don't know. I don't know how to explain it.", she says.
They sat in silence until he fully healed, and Sam dropped him off. Sam headed over to Derek's new place and parked outside.
She got out of the car and looked around. His car was here. He has to be here. Shequickly entered the abandoned station, walked down the stairs, and looked around. The station was silent and no one was around.
"Derek, I'm not gonna spend all night looking for you. Where are you?", Sam exclaimed, her voice echoing.
She sighed and turned around, jumping at the sight of Derek leaning on a pillar behind her. "Shh. You're gonna wake up the kids.", he said, smirking.
"Are you done?", Sam huffed and shook her head. He thinks this is a game. Just like Peter. She supposed that runs in the family.
"You gonna explain what that was about?", he asked, pushing himself off the pillar and began circling me as if he was sizing me up.
"Not just anyone has the power to practically tackle an alpha.", he says. she rolled her eyes. "Well, it's obvious I haven't turned. You can smell it on me, can't you?"
He frowned. "If you haven't turned, then what the hell was that?"
"I don't know!", Sam exclaimed, making Derek raise an eyebrow.
She sighed. "I've been hearing voices in my head, but they're, like, a woman's voice. At least I'm sure it's been two women. One sounded like… this big boss lady and I'm sure her voice is linked up to the woman that was in my dreams the other day and then the voice I just heard sounded psychotic. Like she wanted me to lose control. I don't know…"
He looked at her, unsure.
"All I know is that I'm having this huge headache and I'm getting dizzy and then next thing I know, you're skidding across the ice and I've changed. I don't know how, but I changed.", Sam says, tiredly.
He didn't say anything for a while until he finally spoke up. "You didn't look like you turned… I can't put my finger on it though. You definitely didn't look like a wolf."
Sam looked at him in confusion. "I'm supposed to look like you guys if I had turned? You guys look like confused, angry puppies. I don't wanna look like that."
He looked offended.
She sighed, dismissing his offense. "Tell me the truth, are you adding anyone else to the pack?"
"No. Not right now.", he says. She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms.
"I'm telling the truth.", he said. "Yeah, but you also said you'd stop. You're letting this power thing get to your head and it's getting ridiculous. Deaton warned me about this and I was having faith that you wouldn't. You're really destroying that faith right now.", she says and felt her phone buzzing.
She pulled out her phone to see she had gotten a text from Stiles.
'911, meet me at Armor Tire Service Center'
"What?", Derek asked, curious.
"Stiles, he said there was an emergency at some mechanic place.", Sam says, pocketing her phone away. "Go.", Derek directed.
"Yes, sir.", Sam sarcastically saluted and left.
Pulling into the service center, her eyebrows furrowed. There were at least two dozen cop cars along with a few ambulances. Red and blue police lights were flashing everywhere.
Where was Stiles? Was he okay? What happened to him?
She felt relieved when she saw Sheriff Stilinski and Stiles sitting on the edge of an ambulance. She parked and got out of hermom's car, rushing over to them.
"Stiles?", Sam called, running up to him. His head snapped up from looking down at his shaking hands.
His face wet from the pelting rain contorted into sadness. Sheriff Stilinski got up from the ambulance, walking over to his fellow officers.
"Stiles, what happened?", Sam asked. She looked at the ambulances and could see a group of officers had led a gurney with a bloody sheet on top towards an ambulance farther away. A killing?
"Remember when Scott said that there was something else out there?", Stiles suddenly asked. Sam nodded. "I saw it.", Stiles said.
Sam led Stiles to her mom's car and they got in. "My car got impounded as evidence,", Stiles complained with a groan, "but Scott was right. It wasn't like him."
"Well, what was it?", Sam asked. Scott mentioned he had seen the creature on the night of the full moon in Isaac's house while with Allison.
"I don't know. Its eyes were almost, like, reptilian. There was just something about it.", Stiles muttered.
"Something about it? Stiles, I need more than that.", Sam pressed.
"You know like when you see a friend in a Halloween mask but all you can actually see is their eyes? And you feel like you know them, but you just can't figure out who it is?", he asked.
"Kinda… do you know who it is?", Sam asked.
He shook his head. "No, but I think it knew me."
During Sam's free period, she spent time with Allison as they were studying outside on the courtyard at one of the benches.
Stiles had come up to the girls asking if Allison's grandfather had a Bestiary. Sam blinked in disbelief. "Dude, what??"
"I think you mean Bes—" Allison chuckled.
"No, I mean Bestiary! And the two of you-- I don't want to know what's going on in your heads.", Stiles corrected.
"Well, what's it look like?", Sam asked.
"It's probably like a book. Old, worn…"
"Like bound in leather?", Allison finished. Stiles ran off, not even bothering to confirm.
Apparently, Allison saw Gerard with a book like that last night. Then ten minutes later, Stiles came sprinting over to our table again, completely out of breath. "Where does he keep it?", Stiles asked between breaths.
"Office. It's got to be there.", Allison thought. Stiles ran off again.
"You know, you could just call Scott and tell him this.", Allison said. Sam smiled. "I know. Stiles just has a funny run.", she says, chuckling.
Stiles came back several minutes later with Scott's inhaler pressed to his lips.
"You know drug dealers have been using disposable cell phones for years.", Stiles suggested, trying to catch his breath. Allison listed every reason possible why she couldn't do that.
"Can you get the book?
"Not without his keys.", Allison shook her head.
"What if we got the keys somehow?", Sam asked her.
"How do you think we'll do that without getting Gerard to ask thousands of questions?", Stiles looked at her in disbelief.
"We don't. We take them from him. You said something about him going to the game tonight, right?", Sam asked Allison. She nodded her head. "Well, he has to, now that he's the new principal.", she says.
"Then this should work.", Sam said, smirking.
Stiles' news about the creature was big, and it was definitely a big lead for Scott and Derek. They were so close to trying to figure out whatever and whoever the creature was.
She had arrived at Derek's, ready to tell him everything. She walked into the place, and stopped in the doorway, seeing Erica latched on top of a standing Derek, her lips plastered on his.
Her frown dropped her faced as she looked at them, feeling off. She wanted to back away as soon as she saw what was going on. She felt... weird. Her chest and stomach hurt looking at them. Derek pushed Erica to the ground.
"That's the last time you do that.", he growled, wiping his lips.
"Why? You seem to be lenient with that human girl. You don't like girls with power now?", Erica asked, smugly.
"Are we done?", Isaac cut in, lying on the floor. "Because I've got a good 100 bones that need a few hours to heal."
Derek walked over to Isaac sympathetically and crouched down, taking his arm.
"Here?", Derek asked. Isaac nodded but instead of healing it, Derek snapped his arm back and Isaac screamed out in tormenting pain. He ended up lying on the floor with Derek grasping his arm.
"One hundred and one.", Derek paused. "You think I'm teaching you how to fight? Huh? Look at me! I'm teaching you how to survive!", Derek yelled, throwing Isaac's arm down and standing up straight.
Isaac and him bickered back and forth as Derek talked about showing them his ways. Sam's frown deepened. He was never gonna change.
Everything he said sounded like things Peter would say and it bothered her. It bothered her bad. Derek's words trailed off as he realized his betas weren't even looking at him, but behind him.
Derek turned around, almost flinching at the sight of Sam. "Shit…", he muttered, looking away.
Erica looked almost nervous, but still tried to keep up a smile.
Derek looked at her and opened his mouth to speak. Sam hardened her gaze. "Don't even.", she grounded out in disappointment. She didn't know what she was so angry about. Derek was a grown ass man. Just let him do what he wants.
Something bothered her on the inside, though. Why should he go around biting people just because he's an alpha now? What right did he have to change people's lives just because…?
She heard him following her. "Sam.", he called. She felt him closing in on her and looked at him over her shoulder. "You touch me, and I might have to break your hand.", she threatened, glaring at him. He sighed harshly, stopping.
She walked to her mom's car and got out of there.
Her mom was sleep, thank god. She didn't want her to see the mess she had on her face. She didn't want her to bother asking anything she couldn't answer with.
The next morning, she readied up, asking Stiles for a ride.
A loud knock on her front door caught her attention. That was fast.
Opening the door, she thought she'd see Stiles' goofy face, but she was wrong. It was Derek.
"Can we talk?", he asked, almost sheepishly.
"What's there to talk about? You're a grown man, you do what you want at this point.", she says, ready to close the door.
He sighed. "Look--"
"What do you want from me, Derek? You got almost everything you want right now. What could I possibly give you?", Sam asked, fed up.
"A chance to talk."
"Again, what's there to talk about?"
"How much did you see?", he asked. Sam raised an eyebrow, a little amused. "Why does it matter? Looks like you were enjoying yourself."
He rolled his eyes, frustrated. "It's not like that."
Sam shrugged. "I never asked. Though, it seems like that's your type anyways. Blondes.", Sam says, giving him a sarcastic smile."It seems like you got everything all figured out anyways.", she said and shook her head. "I was stupid for letting myself trust you. You were just gonna go behind my back anyway because you want power." She frowned. "Stiles was right."
Derek frowned as well. What the hell did that mean?
"No. Stiles isn't right because he doesn't have any of the answers.", he barked.
Sam pushed him out of the house. "He may not have the answers, but neither do you. Or have you forgotten you panicked seeing me and Jackson fighting the bite? I didn't forget that little detail."
Stiles pulled up alongside her driveway and honked.
"I need to go.", Sam sighed.
"Sam.", Derek called.
"Whatever, Derek. Do what you want. I obviously can't stop you, super alpha.", she says, walking off to Stiles' car and hopped in.
"What's Derek doing here?", Stiles asked.
"Drive, please.", Sam said, not bothering to spare Derek another look.
The plan was set. Allison had just put on her grandfather's jacket and Sam had slyly walked past her, taking the keys in her hand and walking off. She rushed to meet Stiles behind the bleachers. "Ready for this?", she asked him. He nodded and they were off to the parking lot as the game began. They were doing so good until they heard a familiar voice. Lydia Martin. She was crying in her car and of course Stiles perked to attention.
"Lydia?", Stiles called. The second the strawberry blonde saw him, she began to roll up her window in a hurry.
Sam rolled her eyes as Stiles went to go comfort her. They were on a time crunch and she had no time for Lydia's meltdowns.
Sam went into the school her and broke into Gerard's office with his keys. After searching through a bookshelf, she shot a quick text to Stiles to hurry.
"Book, book, book.", she whispered to herself, looking around. There wasn't anything valuable in here besides simple office supply stuff.
"You know, breaking and entering is considered illegal." Her head snapped up at the sound of a woman's voice. Erica was standing in the doorway, holding Stiles by his ear.
Sam rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Fucking Stiles…"
Erica smiled and dragged Stiles out by his ear with Sam quickly behind them.
Erica led them through the double doors into the pool, where they found Derek standing with a basketball grasped in his hands.
Stiles was complaining till Erica let him go and went to stand beside Derek.
"What are you doing here?", Sam asked Derek. He ignored me and turned his attention to Stiles.
"Stiles."
"Derek.", Stiles rolled his eyes.
"What'd you see in the mechanics garage?"
"Uhhh, several alarming EPA violations that I'm seriously considering reporting.", Stiles plainly said.
Displeased with his answer, Derek sunk his claws into the basketball, deflating it.
"Holy God.", Stiles gasped watching as the basketball dropped to the floor with a loud thump. He turned to her. "You tolerate this?" Sam frowned, glaring at Stiles. "Not anymore."
"Let's try that again.", Derek threatened. Sam stepped in front of Stiles. "Your threats don't work on me. Stiles, just answer the damn question."
"Alright, the thing was pretty slick looking. Its skin was dark, kind of pattern; I think I actually saw scales. Is that enough? Because I have somebody I really need to talk to.", Stiles rushed.
Derek looked at him, an eyebrow raised. Stiles groaned. "Alright, eyes. Eyes are yellowish and slitted. It has a lot of teeth, oh, and it has a tail too."
Derek's eyes suddenly trailed up above the two teens in front of him. His eyes widened. So did Erica's and she looked terrified. Sam's eyebrows furrowed as she noted their sudden behavior. She frowned and turned her head, her lips immediately forming a tight 'O' shape. Her heart dropped.
"Are we good? Wait, have you seen it? Because you've got these looks on your faces like you know exactly what I'm talking about.", Stiles said, ignorantly.
Sam backed away. "Stiles.", Sam whispered.
Stiles turned around and all of their eyes fell on the lizard shape-shifter thing.
They gasped and stepped back as it let out a terrifying raptor-like scream. It jumped down to the floor and immediately, Derek pushed Sam and Stiles behind him and crouched protectively, giving a roar.
The creature slashed at Erica, throwing her against a wall and she immediately passed out on the floor.
Good riddance.
"Run!", Derek ordered Stiles and Sam. The creature swiped at Derek. He stayed standing, but spun around, confused. Then Sam noticed a cut on his neck.
"Derek, your neck.", Sam gasped. He reached his hand back and touched his neck. Before he could even react, he began to fall until Sam caught him and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
"Stiles, give me a hand!", Sam yelled. Derek was dead weight now. Stiles got on his other side and took Derek's arm over his shoulder. They began slowly walking, almost limping, around the pool.
"Call Scott.", Derek demanded Stiles. Stiles reached into his pocket and took out his phone, only for it to drop on the ground. He bent down to pick it up and Derek's arm slipped off his shoulder, dragging her with him.
"Stiles, sonuva—" Derek fell into the pool with a loud splash. Derek was paralyzed, meaning he'd drown in there. As he sunk, Sam went under, bringing him back up to the surface.
They gasped, looking around and at Stiles. "Stiles, you jackass!", Sam yelled.
Despite her being heavier than Derek, it was harder to hold him up. Kicking the water could only do so much, thanks to the water's resistance.
Stiles jumped in, leaving the phone on the ground and helped support Derek with her.
"Where'd it go?", Stiles asked, his head twisting to see. "Do you see it?"
"No.", Derek grumbled.
"Okay, maybe it took off.", Stiles suggested. There was a loud screech.
"Maybe not.", Derek mumbled. "Can you get me out of here before I drown?"
"You're worried about drowning? Do you notice the thing out there with multiple rows of razor sharp teeth?", Stiles asked.
"Did you notice that I'm paralyzed from the neck down in eight feet of water?", Derek shouted.
"Okay, fine. I don't see it.", Stiles said. They began paddling over to the side of the pool.
"Wait, wait, wait, stop!", Sam cried, spotting the lizard thing. It hissed at them.
"What's he waiting for?", Stiles asked.
He was just slowly stalking around the perimeters of the pool, waiting for them to come out. Then it finally tried to come into the pool. The creature stuck its claw in and jumped back as it had been burned.
Sam's eyes widened in realization. "It's afraid of water.", she muttered.
"I don't think it can swim.", Stiles said.
Wading in the pool went on for what felt like hours. They kept scanning the pool area for a hint or scale of the thing but couldn't see it and holding Derek was starting to get tiring.
"I don't think I can do this much longer.", Stiles breathed heavily.
"It's either we die drowning or at the hands of…that.", Sam says, irritated. Stiles' grip on Derek loosened when he began staring at his phone. Sam's eyes widened as she sped up her kicking. Derek caught onto her sudden panicked behavior and frowned.
"No, no, no! Don't even think about it!", Derek yelled at him.
"Stiles, don't you fucking dare!", Sam huffed, trying not to swallow to chlorine water.
"Would you just trust me this once?", Stiles fussed.
"No, sir! Absolutely not!", she exclaimed.
"I'm the one keeping you alive, did you notice that?", Stiles motioned tilted his head to the bottom of the pool.
"Yeah and when the paralysis wears off, who's going to be able to fight that thing? Me, Sam, or you?", Derek asked. Sam snapped her head to him in disbelief for even picking her as a candidate.
"So that's why we've been holding you up the past two hours? So you could fight it?", Stiles accused.
"You don't trust me, I don't trust you. You both need me to survive and that's exactly why you're not letting me go. If you do, both of us go down.", Derek said.
Stiles glanced from Derek, to Sam, to Derek again and in one swift motion he pushed Derek down.
"Stile—", Derek and Sam yelled but her cry cut off with chlorine water burning in the back of her throat. She was sinking down with Derek.
Sam wanted to cough, to scream at Stiles, but her lungs burned as she tried to swim back up with Derek. The further they went under, the more he and Sam got heavier.
Stiles came down and helped Sam pull him back up. She felt weak; they had to have been wading for two and a half hours. Her muscles felt like jelly. Derek and Sam began gasping for air once they hit the surface.
"I'm gonna kill you, Stillinski!", she threatened Stiles. He looked like he gave up.
"We're gonna drown if we stay like this. We need something to hold onto.", Sam says and dragged the other two to a starting block. She grasped her hand onto one of the metal handles. But her hand kept slipping as she felt herself being held under the water.
After reaching for it, it finally slipped and all three of them were sent under the water, unable to move anymore from exhaustion.
She let out what little breath she had, exhausted. She saw Derek glancing at her with the same look he gave her when they were in that chamber under his house.
Her eyes started fluttering close from the lack of air and suddenly the three of them were grabbed, each lifted out of the pool, and thrown onto the deck.
Derek crawled over to an unconscious Sam after gaining some feeling in his body. He shook her lightly before listening for her heartbeat. It was slow.
"-ke up! Sam!"
Her eyes opened to see a panicked Derek standing over her. Sam gasped for air, but as soon as she did that, she felt the water she swallowed lurch up in her throat.
She pushed him away, coughing up all the water that entered her body. After catching her breath, she shivered as she looked up tiredly to see Scott was there, looking at her with worry.
When they finally gained enough energy, Scott, Stiles and Sam walked outside while Derek tried to wake up an unconscious Erica. Sam rolled her eyes. How did he expect her to do anything if she couldn't wake up from being knocked out?
Scott had given Sam his jacket, which she draped over her shivering body while she leaned on Stiles' car.
"Is that even a language?" Stiles complained, the two were looking at a computer, which had the word Bestiary on it. The boys found it in a jump drive attached to Gerard's keys.
"How are we supposed to figure out what that thing is?", Scott mumbled, confused.
"It's called a Kanima.", Derek said, walking up to the car with Erica by his side.
"You knew this whole time?", Sam asked.
"No, only when it was confused by its own reflection.", Derek shook his head.
"It doesn't know what it is.", Scott said.
"Or who.", Derek corrected.
"Well, what else do you know?", Stiles asked, annoyed.
"Just stories. Rumors."
"But it's like us?", Scott asked.
"A shape shifter, yes. But it's- it's not right. It's like a—"
"An abomination.", Stiles finished. Derek nodded. Sam sighed and walked to Stiles' passenger side. Derek and Erica turned away to go walk to his car, but Scott stopped them.
"Derek, we need to work together on this. Maybe even tell the Argents.", Scott suggested.
"You can't trust them.", Sam said, shaking her head.
"Nobody trusts anyone! That's the problem!", Scott exclaimed, frustrated.
"You still trust them, Scott? You can't! That Gerard fuck isn't just someone we can underestimate. You don't understand. He's up to something and he knows too much.", Sam exclaimed. "Him being the principal isn't just some coincidence."
"You wanna start this right now? Not trusting the only people that could help kill this thing? While we're here arguing who's on what side, there's something scarier, stronger, and faster than any of us, and it's killing people! And we still don't know anything about it!", Scott yelled.
"I know one thing. When I find it, I'm going to kill it.", Derek said finally and turned away, Erica right on his heels.
Sam sighed and left with Stiles. No one could trust anyone because they couldn't come to a single enemy. How can you trust the same people whose sworn purpose was to hunt and kill you…?