Currently, Stiles, Derek, and Scott were standing over maps of the abandoned bank as Sam glanced out the huge window. They were losing time. Quick.
If there was a chance Erica and Boyd were alive, now was the time to take it, but this planning is going slow.
"Can we fit in there?", Scott asked, looking at the blueprints in confusion. "Yes, we can but very, very barely. Also they patched the wall, obviously so we're—"
"You're making this more difficult than it has to be. We're on a time crunch here.", Sam says, turning to Stiles.
"Sam, if you'd let me finish. As I was saying, we're going to need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit—"
"Look, forget the drill.", Derek interrupted, making Stiles frown. "Sorry?"
"If I go in first, how much space do I have?", Derek asked.
Stiles stood up straight. "Wha-what do you think you're gonna do, Derek? You gonna punch through the wall?"
"Yes, Stiles. I'm going to punch through the wall.", Derek smiled, crossing his arms. Me and Peter smiled at the interaction. "Okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big ol' fist. Make it, come on, get it out there. Don't be scared.", Stiles encouraged.
Derek lifted his fist, shaking his head at Sam, making her giggle. "Big, bad wolf! Yeah, look at that." Stiles grabbed Derek's fist.
"Stiles," Sam warned with a smile.
Stiles put his hand straight a few inches away from Derek's. "Okay, see this? That's maybe three inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid c—"
Derek punched Stiles' hand, making the boy recoil and slam against the table.
"Aaah.", Stiles cried, crawling away from Derek. "You can do it."
"I'll get through the wall. Who's following me down?", Derek asked, eyes revolving around the room. "I can.", Sam quickly raised her hand.
"No.", Derek and Scott simultaneously said, turning to Sam. She gaped at them. "Really?"
"You're not coming.", Derek refused. "Really? Who's gonna help you? Sheriff Jr or the psycho?", Sam challenged.
Derek raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms as he glanced at his uncle. Sam looked at Derek in disbelief. "Are you serious?"
Peter shook his head. "Don't look at me. I'm not up to fighting speed yet.", Peter surrendered. "But you were okay with killing not too long ago.", Sam said. Peter ignored her. "With Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself."
"So I'm just supposed to let them die?", Derek looked at his uncle in disbelief. "One of them is already dead.", Peter countered.
"We don't know that.", Derek denied. "Do I have to remind you what we're up against here? A pack of Alphas. All of them. Killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine their bodies to form one giant Alpha." Peter looked away. "I'm sure Erica and Boyd are sweet kids and they are going to be missed."
"Can someone kill him again please?", Stiles asked. "I second that.", Sam says. "Derek, seriously? Not worth the risk." Peter crossed his arms over his chest.
"What about you?", Derek asked Scott.
"Yeah, if you want me to co—" Stiles began.
"Not you.", Derek shook his head.
"Scott.", Stiles nodded and turned to his best friend.
"I don't know about Erica, but if Boyd's still alive we gotta do something. We've got to try."
"But?", Derek pressed.
"Who's the other girl? The one locked in there with Boyd?"
"If we knew that then this wouldn't be an added problem.", Sam frowned.
Scott and Derek left me with the other two, waiting and pacing as they were on the mission.
"I can't take waiting around like this. It's nerve wracking. My nerves are wracked! They're severely wracked!", Stiles fidgeted by the window watching the full moon.
Derek put me under surveillance of his uncle to make sure Sam didn't go out and try to crash the Alphas' bank hideout with him and Scott. Peter and Sam were sitting on the couch, Sam sitting on the arm of the couch, that is.
"I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it's over.", Peter calmly suggested.
"And I'd whoop your ass right after.", Sam says, tilting her head to the side as a challenge.
"Do you think Erica's really dead?"
"Do you think I really care?", Peter retorted.
"I just don't understand the bank though. Like why, why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair or something! They're an Alpha pack, shouldn't they have a lair?", Stiles continued.
"Stiles, they're werewolves. This isn't a James Bond movie.", Sam says, confused.
But one thing did bother her. Peter said both of them would be dead by tonight.
"Wait a sec! Maybe they're living there! You know, like maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens!", Stiles exclaimed. Sam looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.
"Wolf dens…?", Peter and Sam said at the same time.
"Yeah! Wolf dens!" Stiles repeated. "Where do you live?", Stiles asked Peter.
"In an underground network of caves deep in the woods."
"Wow, really?", Stiles asked, astonished.
"No, you idiot. I have an apartment downtown."
"Shocking.", Sam commented. Peter rolled his eyes, leaning his head back and closed his eyes.
"Still! That proves that there's something up with the bank! And why wait around for the full moon. Why not just kill them whenever they want to.", Stiles pressed.
"Maybe they think it's poetic.", Peter suggested, his eyes still closed.
"They've already had three full moons to be poetic.", Stiles clarified. What was the place made out of anyway? How come Erica and Boyd couldn't find their way out of an old, abandoned bank? Sam got up and walked to the table, flipping through the blueprints.
"And here you've only had one full hour to be so annoy—" Peter stopped mid sentence.
"No, no finish what you're saying. I'm annoy- what were you going to say there?", Stiles wondered.
"There are no windows in vaults, right?", Sam asked, looking at the blueprints.
Peter looked at Sam and his eyes widened a bit as he sat up. "What were the walls made of?", he asked.
"I don't know like, wood and brick—"
"No, the vault, what were the walls made of?", Peter rushed over to Sam and started rummaging through Stiles' papers. "It doesn't say it. Where would it say it? The materials? The type of stone?", Peter muttered.
Sam's heart dropped in realization. "What if they knew?"
They both looked at her. "What if who knew?", Stiles asked, confused.
"What if the Alphas somehow knew we'd—Scott and Derek—would come and save Boyd and Erica, or—or the other girl in there."
"How would they know?"
"It's kinda what happens when you have people that are held hostage, Stiles. There's always a catch. They're always one step ahead." Sam says, looking at the papers.
"They knew Derek wouldn't just leave his betas to die. What if they knew we were looking for them all summer? They didn't bother showing themselves for a reason. They wanted us to relax and lower our guards.", Sam says, dropping the papers.
"Sam, that's crazy.", Stiles disagreed.
"No, it's not.", Peter shook his head, coming to a realization. "No, no. It's all starting to make sense. When Deucalion said both of them would be dead by the full moon, he meant it. If he wanted to kill Boyd and the other girl, he would have on the full moons already. He doesn't want them dead…he wants Derek and Scott!"
"It was a trap. Oh my God," Sam panicked and ran out of the loft.
She sped to the abandoned bank vault and found her way in, climbing on the fire escape.
After finding an opened air conditioning vent, she crawled to the sound of loud growls and yells. She jumped out and found the huge hole Derek had created with his fist.
She entered the room filled with ravenous, bloodthirsty wolves. Sam spotted an unfamiliar dark-haired girl then saw Boyd, and finally Scott.
They were in the middle of a fight which bothered her. Why was Boyd's attacks so ravenous? So primitive? If Boyd was kept in here for so long, he wasn't gonna be able to think straight, much less fight off his werewolf instincts.
Scott jumped on top of Boyd, and they were snarling at each other. Sam couldn't find Derek.
She looked around and found him pressed up against a wall staring out at the fight.
"Derek!", Sam yelled, making him look over at her.
"Sam?", Derek exclaimed, shocked.
Scott shoulder rammed Boyd, knocking him out.
Scott and Sam ran over to Derek as he pushed the girl off of him and we backed against the stonewall.
"You know her?", Scott asked Derek, who seemed shocked and out of it. "She's my sister! My younger sister!", Derek panted, bewildered.
"What the hell is she doing here?", Scott asked.
"Like I have a clue, I thought she was dead!", Derek cried.
"What the hell are you doing here?", Scott asked Sam. Before she could answer, the open vault door revealed Allison.
"What the hell is she doing here?", Sam groaned.
"Look out!", Allison warned Scott. Scott was thrown across the room several times by Boyd. Derek's sister came towards them and Sam raised her hands to her, stopping her in place.
"What're you doing!?", Derek rushed to defend her.
"You wanna get your throat slashed!?", Sam yelled, keeping the girl from attacking them. Derek watched in shock as Sam kept his baby sister in place without touching her. What was happening?
Sam looked over at Allison who crouched to the floor and stared at a line of black surrounding the room. Her eyes widened. Mountain ash.
Derek caught on to Sam's gaze and his eyes widened at Allison. He roared, "No, don't break the seal!"
"Don't you fucking dare, Allison!", Sam yelled.
"Boyd!", Allison shouted, getting the vicious wolf's attention away from Scott. She parted the line and Boyd dropped Scott to the ground. The two uncontrollable werewolves finally run out. Sam rushed towards Allison.
"Don't touch her!", Scott bellowed as Sam grabbed Allison by her shirt. Scott and Derek rushed out of the vault.
"What the fuck were you thinking?", Derek yelled.
"I had to do something!", she defended herself.
"She saved our lives.", Scott said. Sam glared at Scott before glaring at Allison. "Okay, so what're you gonna do now that you let ravaging werewolves loose!? How're you gonna save other people's lives now?"
She slapped Sam's hand off. "You want to blame me? Well, I'm not the one who's turning teenagers into killers.", she shouted, pointedly at Derek.
"No, that's just the rest of your family.", Derek growled.
"I made mistakes." Allison admitted. "But Gerard is not my fault."
"Okay, so what about your mom?", Sam asked. Allison's brows furrowed.
"What do you mean?", she looked at Sam in confusion. Derek and Sam looked at Scott. "You better tell her. Tell her or I will. You don't want me to do that.", Sam threatened Scott.
"What does she mean, Scott?" Allison's eyes bounced from Sam to Scott. "What does she mean?"
Sam didn't care at this point. Every Argent was batshit crazy out of their minds. It was tiring.
Sam shook her head as she walked away before Scott could even explain. She tried to look for an exit. Instead of that, her nose burned at the scent of ammonia.
Who would need ammonia…? Why? The only reason someone would need ammonia, and so much ammonia was to clean something.
And something was definitely cleaned.
Sam slowly walked towards a supply closet and opened the door. She lifted her hand to the closet wall to feel for a light switch. Nothing.
She took her phone out of her pocket, flashing her flashlight around the room. She looked down and nearly dropped her phone in shock.
"Oh, fuck.", she whimpered, running over to the slumped, dead body of Erica. Her head hung limp. Her skin was pale but covered in dirt. Her blonde curls were matted with blood and dirt.
Sam crouched beside her, her hands trembling and hovering over her as she looked at her. She pushed a piece of bloody blonde hair out of her dead face, taking in her sunken face.
"I'm so fucking sorry.", Sam whimpered. She shook her head, her eyes filling with tears as she lifted a purple illuminated hand and pressed it against her chest. She could feel every speck of pain that her body took. It was dull, but it was still there.
Sam bit her lip as she heard heavy footsteps behind her. She didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. As Erica's body illuminated in the same light, Sam removed her hand from her chest, dispersing the light from both her hand and Erica's body, letting Sam know her spirit had passed on.
Sam lowered her eyes. She couldn't imagine how scared she must've felt. They were almost friends at one point. Sam felt bad for her with all the times she had gotten bullied, and even stood up for her when she could. They butted heads, but she never actually hated her.
She was annoying because she got cocky due to Derek's bite, but she genuinely wasn't a bad person. She was a victim, just like all of them.
Sam stood and finally looked at Derek's broken expression. "They're gonna pay for this.", she reassured, walking out of the closet.
"Yes, Derek, I know. Yes, he's with me. Okay, bye.", Sam hung up her phone, setting it in her middle console, and wiped her eyes. As Isaac got in her car, he looked at her. "You found her, huh…?", he asked, as he sat in. Sam nodded. "I'm sorry about her. I know you two were friends."
"I've lost people before.", Isaac shrugged, looking at his lap. "You shouldn't have to get used to that, though.", Sam says.
He turns to her. "Neither should you. Or any of us, but… y'know."
"Do you need to talk about it? I'm probably not the most reliable person to vent to, but anything is something.", Sam says.
He shook his head but gave her a smile. "I'll save that for later." They pulled off and arrived at the area Derek told them to meet.
They stepped out of her car and into the woods. Sam looked around and noticed Isaac tilting his head.
"What?", Sam asks.
"I can hear them.", he said and darted off.
"Isaac!", Sam yelled, raising her arms and letting them slap her thighs in disbelief. "Really?"
Sam ran after him, finding the sounds of two growling werewolves becoming louder and louder. She hid behind a tree and watched. The three wolves and Sam met in the middle of the woods. After letting the other three know that she saw Derek's sister and Boyd head north, Scott got a phone call from Stiles. Lydia had found a dead body floating in a pool.
"This doesn't make any sense. The public pools all the way on the other side of the woods. We haven't tracked them anywhere near there.", Derek grumbled, frustrated.
"Derek, they killed someone.", Sam says, regardless.
"How are they moving so fast?", Derek huffed.
"Derek!"
"They can't be that fast on foot!", Derek exclaimed.
"Derek, they killed someone!", Scott said and sighed. "Some totally innocent kid is dead. And it's our fault."
"It's my fault.", Derek corrected.
"It's no one's fault. We are not playing the blame game here.", Sam turned to Scott. "What if Derek's right? They're not driving a car; we've been tracking them the whole time and you guys aren't even that fast."
"It was them, Sam! Don't try to defend him.", Scott growled. Sam tilted her head at him, challenging him. "Like you constantly defended Allison? Okay."
Scott rolled his eyes. "Regardless, we need help."
"We have Isaac.", Derek assured.
"I mean real help." Scott retorted. Derek, Isaac, and I looked at Scott in disbelief.
"They're too fast for us. For all of us: too strong, too rabid.", Scott described.
"We'll catch 'em.", Derek declared.
"And what happens then? They're not gonna wanna listen right now. You guys need a plan.", Sam says.
"Maybe it would be easier just to kill them.", Derek quietly realized. "You're willing to kill your sister who you just found out was alive?", Sam asked. He looked at her with a conflicted expression.
"Killing them isn't the right thing to do.", Scott disagreed.
"Neither is getting killed, so a plan, please.", Sam pressed.
"What if it's the only thing to do?", Isaac spoke up. "If we can't even catch them, what else do we do?"
"Find someone who knows what they're doing.", Scott said.
"Who?", Derek asked, tilting his head in confusion. Sam looked at Scott in realization. "No. Absolutely not.", Sam tells Scott.
"We're gonna need him.", he says. Sam frowns, frustrated.
Derek drove Isaac, and Sam and parked her car in the parking lot of Beacon Hills Food Market as they watched the ex hunter in the shadows.
"I fucking hate this plan.", Sam muttered, crossing her arms.
"Do you think this is gonna work?", Isaac asked, watching Chris quickly pull out a gun on Scott.
"Nope.", Derek rolled his eyes. "Yeah, me neither.", Isaac agreed.
"Scott…", Sam sighed, shaking her head.
"So, your uh, your sister." Isaac started. Derek and Sam slowly turned to glare at Isaac, who was leaning on the center console. "Sorry, uh, it's bad timing. I'm sorry."
They turned back to the males in front of them, shaking their heads.
Why was he so curious? "I'll ask later, it's fine.", Isaac said. Derek slowly turned his head back, narrowing his eyes at Isaac.
"Or never.", Isaac nodded, sitting back.
"Just… don't.", Sam says. She sighed as Scott wasn't getting anywhere.
"Always the hard way.", Sam muttered, getting out of the car. When Scott noticed her walking up, he tensed.
"Figures you're here too.", Chris says, catching her.
"Nice to see you too.", Sam sarcastically remarked.
"What are you doing here, Samantha?", Chris asked, tired.
"I can't come shopping here anymore?", Sam asked, shrugging.
Chris rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you're here to try to convince me to help."
"Yeah, well.", Sam shrugged.
"What would make me want to help you? You hurt my daughter. You made her cry."
"Your daughter shot me before I was even bit, tried to do it again and tried to stab me. I've hardly returned the favor.", Sam sneered. "You're worried about her crying when she just let Boyd and Derek's sister roam wild. They're gonna kill a few innocent people. How about you get with the program on that one?"
He shook his head. "You two can deal with it on your own. I'm done with the supernatural."
"Nice to know Argents will forever have blood on their hands.", Sam says, walking back to her car.
After Scott's begging, Chris Argent decided to help them. Chris gave them a little lesson on werewolves and how to trap them. From then on, they formed a plan on trapping them at school at night, down in the boiler room.
"These are ultrasonic emitters.", Chris jammed the metal device in the ground. "It's one of the tools we use to corral werewolves, pushing them into a direction we want them to run." Chris pressed the button on the top of the device, a smirk forming on his lips. "They let out a high-pitched frequency that only they can hear."
Sam heard a dull buzz in her ears but looked at the three other wolves who were covering their ears in pain.
"Okay!", Derek yelled. "You've proved your point!", Scott hissed.
"So it's a bigger dog whistle.", Sam says, looking at the device.
"To say the least.", Chris shrugged, taking them to his trunk and giving the four of us the contraptions.
"These are going to drive them to the school?", Scott asked.
"And it's up to you to get them into the basement.", Chris nodded. Sam took one, looking at it.
"Does anyone else want to rethink the plan where we just kill them?", Isaac suggested. Sam looked at Isaac, unamused. "Stop while you're ahead."
"How about we just rethink the plan where we go to the school at night?", Sam says, looking at the males before her. They looked at her in confusion. What better time would it be to do it than now?
"Last time we went to the school at night, someone got stabbed in the back, flung to a brick wall and we ended up getting chased almost the entire night because someone didn't know how loud their howl was gonna be.", Sam said, pointedly at Scott and Derek, making them frown. "It's a plan, but not the best plan."
"It's going to work.", Scott promised. Derek looked at him, unsure. "It'll work.", Scott reassured him.
"We don't have much of a choice right now.", Sam says.
Sam found a spot to place her emitter in the ground before riding to the school. Chris arrived shortly. Scott jogged up to them while Chris looked up towards the sky, an eyebrow raised.
"Do you see that?", he asked. Scott and Sam followed his gaze. He was staring at a firefly, hovering next to a tree.
"Have you never seen a firefly before?", Sam asked, confused. "No, no. I have, I just…", Chris seemed unsure.
"What?", Scott asked.
"It's uh, it's very unusual. The, uh, California fireflies aren't bioluminescent.", Chris says. I looked confused. "What firefly doesn't glow?", Sam asked, walking up to the bug as it flickered.
"Does that mean something?", Scott asked as they continued to stare at the flickering bug. Before Chris could answer, they could hear howls off in the distance, the sound getting closer.
"And they're here. Go help Derek and Isaac.", Sam tells Scott. He ran off.
"Get in my car.", Chris demanded, and Sam sighed and complied, sitting in his car as he drove recklessly through the empty school parking lot.
They found Isaac, Boyd and Cora snarling a few feet away from him.
"Shit… they're gonna fight.", Sam says.
"Come on!" Chris groaned, punching on the horn. Once the headlights of Chris' Toyota illuminated the two crazed werewolves, they scattered. Chris and Sam ran out of the car and reached Scott, who just arrived at the scene.
"They're not going through the school.", Scott realized.
"They're going over it.", Sam muttered as Boyd and Cora jumped on the roof. They needed to think of a new plan.
"The rear doors, someone needs to get them open."
"I'm on it.", Sam ran off.
"Sam, don't!", Scott yelled. Sam yelled over her shoulder, "We don't have time!"
She made her way to the back doors and swung the first one open. Derek ended up getting the second. They nodded at each other before getting defensive as they heard growls. Derek took off in a sprint with Sam following.
They caught the attention of the two angry wolves in a hallway. Derek slammed Cora into a locker then threw her across the floor. Boyd snarled at Sam. Sam raised her hands, pushing their shadows backwards, making his dark follower tug him back against the lockers.
As he was stunned, Sam ran to the Janitor's closet nearby and ran in. Boyd tried to follow but Derek intervened and pushed him back.
Sam panted heavily as she ran to Derek. She thought of leading them to the boiler room. It was their only choice.
"Hey, bring your claws out.", Sam tells Derek as they backed away from the stabling wolves. He looked at her in bewilderment. "Just trust me on this one. Now.", Sam says.
He did and Sam took a clawed finger, piercing her palm, wincing as Derek snatched his hand back in shock. What the hell was she doing?
Sam whistled at Boyd. "Hey, Boyd!", Sam called, waving her bloody hand in the air. Boyd growled at her and Derek seemed to catch on. "C'mon!", he yelled as they ran off.
Sam ran down the hallway and the first door to the downstairs boiler room. She slathered her bloody palm on the walls as she ran down the stairs. Scott met up with Sam, confused as he smelled her blood.
"Scott, go get Derek.", Sam told him as she ran downstairs.
She yanked open the steel door that led to the basement and hid herself in the back of it, wrapping her hand with her sleeve to stop the bleeding as she calmed her breathing.
She could hear Derek and Scott charge down the stairs with the other two wolves following them. She could hear bellowing growls and roars as she came out from her hiding spot. Derek and Scott ran back up the stairs to where she was, and slammed the door shut.
Derek locked its latch and held the door as the two ravenous wolves pounded on the other side and they backed up.
"Did that actually just work?", Scott asked in disbelief. Derek looked at Sam with a proud look. "It did."
Sam backed up to a wall, and slumped against it, tired. "I wanna go home.", Sam whined. Derek and Sam looked at Scott in confusion as he tilted his head.
"What are you hearing?" Derek asked.
"Heartbeats.", Scott answered.
"Both of them?", Derek asked.
"Actually…three of them.", Scott turned around with wide eyes. Sam got up. "What the hell do you mean three??"
Derek's head tilted as he listened in too, frowning as he sighed. "There's three heartbeats in there, Sam.", Scott exclaimed. The three of them fell into a silence as they looked around frantically.
Derek walked forward and leaned against the door.
"What are you doing?", Sam asked him.
"Close the door behind me and keep it shut, Scott.", Derek ordered, solemnly.
"Y-You can't go there alone.", Scott disagreed.
"You're not going in there at all.", Sam agreed. "Derek, whatever you're thinking, stop, okay? They're not thinking straight right now." He was silent for another few seconds.
"Which is exactly why I'm going in there. Alone. Boyd's my beta. Cora's my sister. I'm responsible.", he yanked the door open, closing it behind him as Scott quickly locked it.
"Derek, no!", Sam yelled, but it was too late. Sam ran up to the door, but Scott pulled her away. "Scott, stop him!", Sam exclaimed, trying to push past her friend.
Immediately, loud snarls and roars erupted and none of them sounded like they belonged to Derek.
"Scott, we have to help him!", Sam yelled. Scott jumped at one of the roars. "They're gonna kill him…!", Sam whimpered.
"They'll kill you.", Scott said, holding her tighter as he heard more growls and roars. They weren't thinking. They were gonna kill him and they weren't gonna be aware of it. She was sure of it.
No sounds came from Derek as Sam silently cried in Scott's chest.
"Scott! Scott, the suns coming up!", Isaac screamed from upstairs, running down to them.
Scott looked up and loosened his grip on Sam which gave her a chance to break free and yank open the door.
She ran down the stairs and saw a torn-up Derek on his knees with the two wolves passed out on the ground. There was blood splattered everywhere, and Derek was almost drowned in it.
She ran over to him as he looked up, much to her relief. "There's a teacher…I'll take care of her…", he rasped. "Get them out of here."
As Isaac and Scott went for the two other betas, she fell on her knees, wrapping Derek in her arms. She could feel the tiredness washing over him as he tried to push on.
She glanced at his bloody face as he looked back up at her through his tired, green eyes. "The teacher.", he weakly mumbled against her shoulder. The third heartbeat...?
"Whoever it is can wait.", Sam said, holding him up. "I told you, don't be a hero.", Sam scolded lightly. "I'm okay…", Derek reassured, his eyes fluttering. "I need to make sure she is too."
Sam helped Derek stand, careful of his wounds.
"What happened to hardass, "get over it" Derek?", Sam joked. He gave her a half smile. "Still here.", he said, purposefully leaning his whole weight on her.
Sam gave a watery chuckle as she pushed him up, helping him out of the boiler.
Derek carefully walked over to the supply room and opened the gate. She followed, but she let him walk in first. Behind the metal shelves was Ms. Blake. Sam backed away as Derek walked over to go help the woman. He reached a handout to her, and she took it, helping her up.
She looked at him in adoration and Sam finally came around the corner. Ms. Blake's eyes widened.
"Sam?", she looked shocked. "What are you— what are you doing here?"
"Stayed after school.", Sam shrugged. Before the teacher could ask or say anything, Sam got a call from Stiles which was a relief.
"What's up?", Sam answered.
"They found a body. It's um, it's Heather's.", Sam's wide eyes glanced at Derek. So, it wasn't Boyd and Cora…
Three days passed and things seemed to have calmed down.
That meant Derek had to stay on house arrest until he was completely healed. And so did Ms. Blake. The students ended up having a sub for the past two days, and he told them that Ms. Blake went out of town, but she'd be back today.
Which worried Sam. If she saw what she thinks she saw… who'd she go and tell…?
Sam decided to get to school earlier to confront her… well not confront but more of ask her. Out of concern of course.
Even with the silence of the school halls, Sam felt like she was being watched. It bothered her. She shouldn't have to keep looking over her shoulder. Who's gonna be here at 7 in the morning to watch her anyways?
Turning around, she frowned, but felt relief to see Derek behind her. "Why do you do that?", Sam asks him.
"What are you doing here?", he ignored her question.
"Uh, I go here?", Sam says. He frowned. "Sam," Derek crossed his arms.
"Why are you here? You don't go here anymore.", Sam says. Derek shook his head. Why was she deflecting? "You came to talk to her.", Derek said.
"And you weren't curious?", Sam asked, crossing her arms. "We can't just let her go around, not understanding what's going on. Like you told me, this isn't something to go and ramble about so I'm making sure she knows that.", Sam says.
Derek rolled his eyes, remembering his own words. Of course, she'd use them against him. "I came to see if she was okay.", he said. Sam let out a playful groan. "You're not a bad ass anymore.", she joked, grinning and making him shake his head with a half smile. "Let's go."
"She's not here yet.", Derek said.
"So?", Sam shrugged and he followed. She managed to get a door open and got them both in. Sam set her stuff at her desk and sat in the back of the classroom.
Ms. Blake ran into her classroom and let out a sigh of relief as she locked the door. Her head pressed up against the door window and she stayed with her back to the two for a few seconds.
Sam looked at Derek with a shrug as he looked at her in confusion. Derek turned back to the woman. Was she always unaware of her surroundings? Ms. Blake, then turned around and let out a loud shriek when she saw Derek and Sam.
Sam gave her a wave. "Hi~"
Ms. Blake reached over her desk and grabbed a wooden pointer. Derek almost snorted, amused. "What do you want? You want to threaten me? Tell me no one's gonna believe me? Try to scare me?", she whispered, "kill me?"
Sam raised a finger and Derek stepped in front of her. "Before she says anything stupid, I— we….were going to see if you were okay.", Derek softly said.
Sam looked at him in confusion. When was he this soft with anyone??
"Physically or emotionally?", Ms. Blake asked, staring at Derek. Derek continued to cautiously step up to her. "Though I guess that presupposes I was emotionally okay before any of this and according to my therapist that's been debatable for a long time.", she said, making Derek smile at her so softly.
Sam watched as he gently took the pointer away from Ms. Blake. "I think you're going to be okay.", Derek assured.
"Obviously you never taught high school.", she joked. "In 20 minutes, I have to start two dozen teenagers on The Crucible and I have honestly no idea what I'm going to say."
"Well, some of us don't really pay attention anyways.", Sam says, chuckling and earning a glare from Derek.
"She means why don't you start off with telling them that it's an allegory for McCarthyism.", Derek said. Sam frowned.
Derek handed the pointer back to Ms. Blake, walking past her and to the doorframe.
"Who are you?", she asked. "Jennifer.", she introduced herself.
"Derek Hale.", Derek responded before leaving. Sam and Ms. Blake sat in silence. What the hell was that?