A Change Is Gonna Come

by TeenWolfObessed41

The war with Monroe's army rages on a year after defeating the Anukite. Scott has been pulled from the battle and offered a second chance at changing the course of history. By who? Why? Join the pack and allies as they watch the events that transpired in hopes of changing them.

3. Second Chance at First Line

** I know. i am so sorry I haven't updated this in a while. i know i said that this would be slow going since i am writing multiple stories at the same time. but i never wanted to go this long without posting the next episode. But had a medical emergency come up that had me down for a couple of weeks. I'm going to try to work on posting quicker with this one. Those who are enjoying my other stories why waiting for this, thanks for the patients. those that have been anxiously awaiting this one, please work with me. Here's the next chapter. i hope you enjoy. **

"Wait, sorry. Just thought of a question." Mason said before the next episode could begin. Deaton nodded for him to go on. Mason turned to Corey with a questioning look. "What are you? You knew beforehand that Scott would have a reaction to being on the field and they said you were from season 5. Are you supernatural as well?"

Corey blushed as he glanced at Scott before looking back at Mason.

"Uh, I'm supernatural but not a wolf or coyote. I'm a chimera and before you ask, I'm sure it will be explained. I'm still unsure of what it all means myself." He shrugged. Mason nodded, studying him.

"You all became good friends later on." Scott volunteered, quirking a brow at Mason to convey his meaning.

"We do?" Mason asked. Scott nodded with a smirk while Lydia, Malia and Stiles snickered. "oh… OH." Mason said catching on to what he mean he turned and gave Corey a thousand-watt smile. "Good to know."

Corey smiled back.

"Any other questions?" Deaton asked. When everyone shook their heads he continued on.

Though there were no more questions, everyone, still reeling from the previous episode and new revelations, settled in wondering what else they were in store for. Melissa was still fuming and worried about her son and this budding relationship. She feared what all he was going to face and wondered if she ever found out about his other life. How would she take it if she did? Hearing it now was causing her panic. Was it the same in the show?

Mason was already starting to form a picture of how he and his friend played a part in this and from the reaction Scott had when he saw Liam plus the subtle glances he threw his way he was sure he was right.

Allison understood a few more things after that first episode. She also wondered how Scott could have still wanted to be with her after that first interaction plus the things that happened later on. She decided he must have really loved her to stay with her despite all the adversity they faced. So how and why did they never get back together? She never stopped loving him and watching him with Malia was killing her inside. She wondered if she would be able to find a way to talk to him about it at some point.

Noah watched his jittery son, seeing that even though he says he is fine off his medication he really is not. He wanted to know why he was no longer getting his prescription. Seeing the looks in all of their eyes he knows something major has happened to them all and he equated it to the looks he would see in some of his old soldier buddies eyes, who suffered from PTSD. He feared that was the case for his son and his friends.

Chris was worried about his daughter in the show but seeing her well right beside him he surmised that things were okay with her. He still wondered why his wife was not brought in on this as well. He felt she should be here with them; she was just as much a part of this as he was. His mind went to a few places. One being what exactly Allison knew and why some of it saddened her. He also wondered about Derek's statement about his family hurting innocents. He knew that, in this world, accidents happen but they were always careful when hunting. They only really after the trouble makers. What could have possibly happened that Derek would blame them for?

[The episode picks up several minutes after the previous episode left off. Scott is leaning with his back against his locker, only half-dressed in his lacrosse practice gear, staring at nothing with a dazed expression on his face as he processes the fact that Allison's father, Chris Argent, is one of the Hunters who attacked him and Derek during the full moon over the weekend. Stiles, having just finished getting ready for practice, is walking across the room when he sees Scott and stops to talk to him]

STILES: Did you apologize to Allison?

SCOTT: [dazed] Yeah.

STILES: Is she giving you a second chance, or...?

SCOTT: Yeah.

[Stiles is excited on Scott's behalf at this news and tries to encourage Scott to feel the same]

STILES: Yeah? All right! So, everything's good?

[Scott shakes his head weakly]

SCOTT: No.

[Stiles frowns in confusion]

STILES: No...?

SCOTT: Remember... the Hunters? Her dad is one of 'em.

[Stiles gapes at Scott in shock]

STILES: Her dad-?

SCOTT: -shot me-

STILES: Allison's father-?

SCOTT: -with a crossbow.

Melissa growled, glaring daggers at the hunter. He studiously ignored her. It wasn't that he felt bad about what he did. He was doing his job and protecting innocents. But he did feel bad about her reaction to it. He knew if the situation had been reversed he would have been just as angry. He felt she was justified, but he wasn't going to apologize for it.

STILES: Allison's father?

[Scott, now officially snapped out of his daze by this conversation, yelps at Stiles impatiently]

SCOTT: Yes! Her father!

[Seeing that Stiles is just as shocked as he is, Scott begins to actively panic again]

Everyone snickers at Scott's reaction.

SCOTT: Oh, my God-

[Stiles wastes no time trying to get Scott to stop freaking out by comforting him]

STILES: No, Scott. Snap back!

[After a moment, Scott finally snaps out of it and looks Stiles in the eyes, though he's still frowning with concern]

STILES: You okay?

[Scott nods, and Stiles sighs in relief]

STILES: Hey, all right? He didn't recognize you, right?

[Scott thinks for a moment before slowly responding]

SCOTT: No... N-no, I don't think so...

[Stiles nods patiently and continues]

STILES: Does she know about him?

[Scott's eyes widen when he realizes he has no idea if Allison knows about her family's status as Werewolf Hunters and begins to panic again]

SCOTT: Oh, yeah, I don't know! What if she does? This is gonna kill me, man—

More laughing at his freak out, even Melissa managed a small smile.

[Stiles forces Scott to look at him and speaks to him in a reassuring voice as he cuts off his trail of thought]

STILES: Okay, just focus on lacrosse. Okay?

[Stiles picks up the rest of his lacrosse gear and thrusts it into Scott's hands]

STILES: Here, Scott. Take this. Take this, and focus on lacrosse for now, okay? That's all you gotta do, yeah?

[Scott takes a deep breath and reluctantly nods in agreement]

SCOTT: Lacrosse.

STILES: Here. We. Go!

"Did you really think Lacrosse would help in this situation?" Liam asked.

"Not really, but I was just trying to take his mind off of it for a while. It worked, kind of." Stiles shrugged.

[Scott and Stiles arrive to the lacrosse field just as Coach Finstock has begun announcing their first task]

COACH: Let's go! One-on-one from up top!

[Coach turns to look at Jackson, who is running onto the field]

COACH: Jackson- take a long stick today.

[Jackson nods and drops the stick he was holding in favor of the longer one that Coach instructed him to take before running back onto the field]

COACH: Atta boy!

[Jackson takes his place on the field, and when Coach blows his whistle, he scoops up a ball and the team starts the play. The players run around the field, passing the ball to each other, and shoulder-checking their opponents as they try to score a goal, with Coach watching with a focused expression as he follows their movements from the sidelines]

COACH: That's how you do it, Jackson! That's how you do it!

[Jackson hits one of the players in the back with the blunt end of his stick so he can steal the ball. Coach shoots an annoyed look at one of the other players, #31]

COACH: Greenberg, take a lap!

[Greenberg sets off to run around the field as Coach turns his attention to the lined-up players ready to start their round of one-on-ones. Scott is at the front of the line and gets prepared to start]

COACH: Let's go! Faster, Greenberg! Let's go.

[Scott, looking distracted, is brought back to reality when Coach shouts at him]

COACH: McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go!

[Coach points at Jackson, who is waiting for him with his long stick in hand, ready to show him up. However, when Scott clenches his jaw and runs toward him, he's easily tackled by the larger young man and is tossed flat on his back onto the grassy field. Coach wastes no time in starting to mock him as Scott grimaces, both in pain and in embarrassment]

COACH: Hey, McCall!

[Over at the line, Stiles winces sympathetically at Scott's bad play, especially once he sees Coach walking over to where Scott is still laying on the ground]

COACH: Hey, McCall!

[Scott lifts his head to see Jackson smirking above him, looking very satisfied by his successful tackle]

JACKSON: You sure you still want to be first line, McCall?

[Coach finally makes it over to Scott just as Jackson walks away, and Scott quickly jumps to his feet, fixing his gloves and pads as Coach begins berating him for his poor performance]

COACH: [stammering] My-my grandmother can move faster than that- and she's dead! You think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?

"What is his deal? Is this what he considers encouraging his players?" Cora asked.

"Yes." Stiles, Scott, Corey, and Jackson all say at once, nodding.

[Scott's anger and frustration have him doubled over, which begins to worry Stiles, who continues to watch from mid-field. Scott clenches his jaw as he responds in a tight voice to Coach Finstock]

SCOTT: Yes, Coach.

COACH: I can't hear you!

[Fortunately for Scott, he is not looking Coach in the eyes, because his irises flash gold as Scott grits his teeth and repeats himself in an irritated tone of voice]

SCOTT: Yes. Coach.

[Coach, also irritated, moves so his mouth is just inches from Scott's right ear as he mutters his orders]

COACH: Then do it again!

[Scott clenches his jaw again as he sighs and runs back to position while Coach shouts mockingly toward the rest of the players]

COACH: McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!

[Jackson gets back to his position in mid-field as Scott returns to the front of the line-up for one-on-ones; though his eyes are no longer glowing gold, he still looks angry yet determined. After a moment, Coach blows his whistle to have them start]

COACH: Let's go!

[Scott runs full-speed at Jackson, gripping his lacrosse stick hard as he collides with Jackson, his right shoulder hitting Jackson right in the collarbone on the same side. Jackson falls backwards, landing flat on his back in the grass just as Scott had just gone earlier, and clutches his right shoulder in pain]

[Stiles, panicked, runs over to Scott to check on him while everyone else is distracted by Jackson. Scott's fangs have come out, and his eyes are glowing bright gold again as he desperately tries to keep himself from fully turning]

STILES: Scott? Scott, you okay?

"Uh oh." Corey murmurs, understanding exactly what this means.

"Yep." Scott and Stiles answered at the same time.

"You lost control" Chris stated.

"Almost. Stiles brought me back, but it was close." Scott answered.

[Stiles throws his right arm around Scott's shoulders and uses his left hand to clutch Scott's left arm. Meanwhile, the rest of the players have rushed to check on Jackson, but Coach, kneeling next to the injured player, holds out his hands to instruct them to back up and give Jackson space]

COACH: Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

SCOTT: I can't control it, Stiles! It's happening!

[Stiles eyes widen in alarm when he realizes that Scott's in the middle of a transformation into his Werewolf form and yelps quietly]

STILES: What? Right here? Now?

STILES: Come on, get up.

[Stiles pulls Scott to his feet and, still keeping an arm around Scott's shoulders, drags him back to the locker room]

STILES: Come on. Come on.

[Scott and Stiles pass the bleachers, but are too preoccupied with Scott's current dilemma to notice that Derek is standing behind the stands and off to the side, watching them with a focused expression]

"There you are again, being a creeper." Cora stated. "You could have just gone to talk to him you know. Maybe try to help him, like you said before."

Derek rolled his eyes.

"I kind of wish he had just come over to me to help. I was freaking out and that just added to the problem." Scott sighed.

"Hey, I helped." Stiles said.

"Yeah and almost got maimed in the process." Scott reminded him.

"True."

"Wait, what?" Noah asked, looking at his son.

"Relax dad, I handled it. And he tried to tell me to leave before he lost control but-."

"You didn't listen." Noah sighed.

"Dad, I know it was probably stupid. But he didn't have anyone else to help him. I couldn't just leave him like that." Stiles tried to reason.

"Stiles, I love that you are such a good friend, but I wish you would be more careful, especially with this kind of thing."

"He would have done the same for me and, like I said, I couldn't just leave him alone with this. He had no one he could turn to."

Noah nodded, understanding what he meant.

[Scott and Stiles have finally made it to the locker room, where Stiles pushes him through the door]

STILES: Come on, here we go.

[Scott falls to his knees next to one of the sinks, and Stiles follows him]

STILES: Sit down. You okay?

[Stiles moves to crouch down in front of Scott to look him in the eyes]

STILES: Scott, you okay?

[Scott, now completely overwhelmed, finally looks up and screams at the top of his lungs in a desperate panic, his eyes bright gold]

SCOTT: GET AWAY FROM ME!

[The shock from Scott's roaring voice causes Stiles to fall back onto his heels, and he eventually is forced to crawl backwards away from Scott as the Werewolf starts stalking him. Stiles manages to get to his feet and flings himself back behind a row of lockers, only for Scott to easily leap on top of them in a single bound]

[Scott looks down at Stiles from the top of the lockers, and his vision is tinted red from the rage that triggered his transformation in the first place. He visually tracks Stiles as the young human man once again falls back onto his butt and is quickly forced to push himself back up onto his feet as he turns the corner, not taking his eyes off of Scott as the Werewolf crawls to the end of the row of lockers]

[He then pulls himself up onto the heating vents up around the top of the ceiling and uses them to crawl around and track Stiles, who has circled around the locker room and has just made it back to the entrance, where he bumps into the fire extinguisher as he flails around desperately. He finally gets an idea and grabs the fire extinguisher, waiting until Scott has jumped back down onto the floor before spraying it at him. This surprises and disorients Scott, who covers his face with his hands to try to avoid the spray. Once Stiles stops, he takes cover just outside the door to the locker room and waits to see what happens next, clutching the fire extinguisher tightly and preparing himself to possibly have to do it again]

"Whoa… Is it always that intense?" Liam asked, looking at Scott.

"In the beginning, yes. It's really intense and you have to constantly be aware of your emotions and how they fluctuate. But it starts to even out after a while and then over time you are able to control it better." Scott told him, then chuckled at something he remembered. "I was once told that it's harder for made wolves then it is for born ones, because born ones know what to expect. That's not a lie, during this time it was very hard."

"It helps if they have a maker who mentors them in how to handle things." Talia added. Peter stiffened and stayed quiet.

"Maker. You mean the one who bit him." Melissa said. "Do you know who that is?" she asked her son. Scott sighed and nodded.

"Yes, I do, and you will too, probably by the end of this season." He told her.

[Scott, dazed from the rush of what has just happened, sits down on one of the benches and slowly pulls off his helmet before calling out in a quiet voice]

SCOTT: Stiles...?

[Stiles slowly peeks his head around the door frame and sees Scott, covered in sweat and squinting at him on the bench]

SCOTT: [weakly] What happened?

[Stiles sighs deeply as he comes out from behind the door and walks inside. He looks at Scott with an exhausted and exasperated expression as he drops the fire extinguisher on the ground with a loud clattering sound and starts to take off his gloves, which he forcefully throws onto the floor to emphasize his seriousness about the situation]

STILES: You tried to kill me.

[Scott sighs and looks guilty as Stiles walks over to him and crouches in front of him so he can look him in the eyes. His expression is grim as he reminds Scott of what he had researched last weekend]

STILES: It's like I told you before- it's the anger, it's your pulse rising. It's a trigger.

SCOTT: But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game if you hadn't noticed...

STILES: Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field.

[Stiles sighs deeply and looks Scott in the eyes]

STILES: You can't play Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game.

SCOTT: I'm first line-

STILES: Not anymore.

"Man, that sucks. You finally make first line and have to give it up because some tool decided to bite you." Liam sighed, shaking his head.

"To be fair it's because he bit me that I was even able to make first line but yeah that was basically the problem." Scott replied.

"Did he bother to teach you anything?"

"Yeah, he did." Scott mused thinking back and Peter perked up. "A few things actually. One, he taught me what kind of wolf I didn't want to be. And later on, he taught me that people can change for the better and that everyone deserves a second chance or fourth in this case."

Not exactly a glowing review but Peter was happy he was able to impart some kind of wisdom to his one and only beta.

[Night has fallen, and Scott has just returned home to his bedroom. He drops his backpack onto the floor in the corner and belly-flops sideways onto his bed without changing his clothes. After a moment, his mother, Melissa, knocks on his door and quickly comes in without waiting for an answer. She's wearing her nurse's scrubs and talks to Scott without really paying attention to him]

MELISSA: Hey- late shift again for me. But, I am taking Saturday off to see your first game!

[Scott, clearly still unhappy about the fact that he can't play, especially since he can't really tell anyone why that is, wastes no time trying to argue with her in a grumpy voice]

SCOTT: No, Mom, you can't-

MELISSA: Oh, no, I can and will.

MELISSA: Come on, one shift isn't gonna break us...

MELISSA: ...Not completely...

[Melissa looks back at her son and frowns in concern]

MELISSA: Hey, what's with your eyes?

[Alarmed, Scott raises himself up onto his elbows, afraid that his irises may be glowing gold, but that's not what Melissa is talking about]

MELISSA: You look like you haven't slept in days.

SCOTT: Oh, uh, it's nothing. I'm just... stressed...

MELISSA: Just stress? Nothing else?

SCOTT: Homework...

MELISSA: I mean, it's not like you're on drugs or anything, right?

SCOTT: ...Right now?

MELISSA: Right now? I'm sorry, what do you mean, "right now?" Have you ever taken drugs?

SCOTT: Have you?

[Melissa gapes at him in irritation and exasperation for a long moment before finally just clicking her tongue, sighing, and walking to the door]

MELISSA: Get some sleep.

"Did she ever answer that question?" Stiles asked. Scott thought for a minute.

"Now that you mention it, I don't think she did." he mused. Everyone turned to look at Melissa. She sighed rolling her eyes.

"It was a long time ago. I was young and stupid."

Scott snorted and pointed to himself.

"Don't tell me, tell him." he said pointing to the screen. Everyone snickered at the exchange and Melissa glared at him, fighting a smile.

[She gives him one last look and then leaves to go to work. Once she's gone, Scott groans and flops his head back down onto the bed until the sound of his computer's video-chat application ringing in the background gets his attention]

[As Scott sits down at his desk, Stiles can be seen on the screen turning around and shooting at the monitor with a plastic toy gun that shoots red light. Too exhausted to want to play games, Scott gets to the point of the call]''

SCOTT: What'd you find out?

STILES: Well, it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder.

[Scott immediately starts to feel guilty]

"You felt bad? Even though he has been treating you like a tackle dummy for the last few practices?" Cora asked.

"Yeah, but he didn't hurt me, not really. It was more frustrating than anything. I didn't actually want to hurt him."

"This time." Stiles muttered. Jackson glared at him, and Lydia slapped him in the stomach. "What. He was a colossal pain in the ass. He still is sometimes. Even you wanted to hurt him a few times." He reasoned. She shrugged but nodded.

"Wait, what do you mean I still am? Where am I now?" Jackson asked. Stiles glanced at Deaton and Talia who nodded at him.

"Right now, you're in London. And before you ask it will be explained." he said before Jackson could ask.

"You really do still have your douche-y moments." Alec chimed in. Scott slapped a hand over his mouth before he could say more.

SCOTT: Because of me?

STILES: Because he's a tool.

SCOTT: But, is he gonna play?

STILES: Well, they don't know yet. Now, they're just counting on you for Saturday.

[Scott sighs deeply, conflicted on what to do- he wants to be the star lacrosse player he's dreamed of being but also doesn't want to risk hurting anyone. On screen, Stiles leans forward as though he's trying to get a closer look at something on Scott's screen, causing Scott to frown]

SCOTT: What?

[On screen, Stiles' eyes widen in fear and alarm; however, the computer connection starts to get glitchy and the screen freezes up, preventing Scott from being able to see or hear anything else that Stiles said. Once this becomes clear to Stiles, he switches to typing, sending a message that reads- "It looks like-", causing Scott to become even more confused]

SCOTT: It looks like what?

[Scott watches the screen of his laptop- the video chat app is frozen on Stiles' horrified expression, and the small rainbow circle spins in the middle to communicate that the text aspect of the application is buffering, causing Scott to become even more frustrated. He eventually sighs and starts typing something on his keyboard in hopes of triggering it to start working, but when this does nothing, he groans in frustration]

SCOTT: Come on, damnit!

[Finally, Stiles' text comes through, which reads "Someone's behind you." Even more confused, Scott just stares at the screen with a frown and whispers under his breath]

"Wait, who is that?" Allison asked, squinting.

SCOTT: What?

[Scott opens up his own video screen and zooms in to see a man standing behind him and staring at him intently, causing Scott to quickly push himself backwards in his rolling chair to turn around to see who it is]

[It's Derek, who immediately grabs him by the back of his hoodie and pulls him to his feet before shoving him face-first against the nearby wall and holding him there as he growls at him angrily]

"What the hell are you doing?" Melissa asked, sitting up. She looked from the screen to Derek who looked shocked at his own actions.

DEREK: I saw you on the field!

SCOTT: Wha-what are you talking about?

DEREK: [angrily] You shifted in front of them! If they find out what you are, they find out about me- about all of us. And then it's not just the Hunters after us, it's everyone.

SCOTT: They didn't see anything! I s-swear, I-

DEREK: [firmly] And they won't. Because if you even try to play in that game on Saturday, I'm gonna kill you myself.

Everyone turned to look at Derek then, a lot of angry glares were focused on him.

"Did you really just break into my house to threaten my son's life?" Melissa asked, in a cold low tone. Noah had his hands out as if to catch her if she decided to go on the attack.

"He was causing problems." Derek defended himself.

"He-." She started.

"Mom." Scott called getting her attention off of Derek. "Please…" he pleaded. She took a deep breath and nodded, sitting back with her arms crossed.

[Derek shoves Scott harder against the wall before letting go of him, leaving Scott panting for breath. By the time he's pulled himself together enough to look around, Derek has completely vanished. Scott turns and leans back against the wall to catch his breath, which is when he notices his window is wide open, indicating that Derek got in and out of his bedroom through it. He slams his hand against his knee, aggravated that he's being forced to sit out of the game]

BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL (COACH FINSTOCK'S OFFICE)

COACH: What do you mean, you can't play the game tomorrow night?

SCOTT: I mean... I can't play the game tomorrow night...

COACH: You can't wait to play the game tomorrow night!

[Scott, frustrated and unhappy to have to do this in the first place, once again repeats himself]

SCOTT: No, Coach- I can't play the game tomorrow night.

COACH: ...I'm not following.

[Scott hesitates as he tries to think of a good reason to explain himself before he speaks]

SCOTT: I'm having some... personal issues.

COACH: Is it a girl?

SCOTT: No.

COACH: Is it a guy?

[Scott, realizing that this is not going to be an easy task, rolls his eyes]

COACH: You know, our goalie, Danny, is gay...

SCOTT: Yeah, I know, Coach, but that's not it.

COACH: You don't think Danny's a good-looking guy?

"Is he trying to set up with Danny?" Lydia asked on a giggle.

"No, he was trying to distract me, and it was working. I had no clue what the hell he was talking about." Scott answered with a roll of his eyes.

SCOTT: I... think he's good-looking. But, I- I-I like girls.

[Scott realizes that Coach has successfully gotten them both off topic and becomes frustrated as he tries to steer it back to the point, raising his voice a little in the process]

SCOTT: And that's not it, anyway. I-I-

COACH: What, is it drugs? Are you doing meth? Because I had a brother that was addicted to meth. You should have seen what it did to his teeth! They were all cracked and rotted. It was- it was disgusting.

SCOTT: My God- what happened to him?

COACH: [exasperatedly] He got veneers!

[This conversation seems to spark an idea in Coach about why Scott could possibly want to get out of the game]

COACH: Is-is that what this is about? Are you afraid of getting hurt, McCall?

[Scott once again hesitates before he answers]

SCOTT: No... I'm... having some issues dealing with aggression...

COACH: Well, here's the good news! That's why you play lacrosse! Problem solved.

SCOTT: [sighing] Coach, I can't play the game tomorrow night.

COACH: Listen, McCall, part of playing first line is taking on the responsibility of being first line. Now, if you can't shoulder that responsibility, then you're back on the bench until you're ready.

[Scott gasps in surprise at this reaction]

SCOTT: If I don't play the game, you're taking me off first line?

COACH: McCall... play the game.

[The scene cuts to the hallway, where Scott has just left Coach's office, looking overwhelmed and conflicted about the game. His phone rings, and he looks at it to see that his mom has just sent him a text message, which reads "Got the night off! Coming to see you play! So excited!" Scott raises his eyebrows at this, but before he can react further, he looks up to see Allison coming down the staircase and is immediately distracted when she approaches him]

ALLISON: Hey.

[Scott smiles widely as he greets her]

SCOTT: Hey.

[Allison takes note of the fact that he's holding his phone in his hand]

ALLISON: Busy?

[When Scott looks confused, she points at his phone, and he nervously stammers out a response]

SCOTT: No, no, it's just, uh, my mom. She's nothing.

"I'm nothing." Melissa said, raising an eyebrow at her son. He shook his head and shrugged sheepishly.

"that's not what I meant." He tried to defend.

SCOTT: I mean, it's nothing. Uh, I'm never busy for you.

[Despite Scott's obvious anxiety, Allison smiles at him]

ALLISON: I like the sound of that.

[Scott smiles, and Allison chuckles before she continues]

ALLISON: I have to run to French class, but I wanted you to know that I'm coming to see you play tomorrow.

SCOTT: You are?

[Scott is so taken aback that he can't make himself do anything but blink as Allison quickly runs down their plan]

ALLISON: And we're all going out afterwards- you, me, Lydia, Jackson... It's gonna be great. Tell Stiles to come, too.

[Before Scott can react, Allison brushes past him as she says goodbye]

"You seriously can't win for losing, can you?" Liam said shaking his head.

"I really couldn't. if I don't play I lose first line and Allison, plus my mom would have taken off work for nothing. But playing could result in another outburst, not to mention my death." Scott sighed.

"He wouldn't have really killed you, would he?" Corey asked.

"The Derek on the screen? Yes he would have." Scott said then chuckled. "It's ironic really. I remember hearing a story about some of the struggles he had after he adamantly insisted on playing in a basketball game when he was my age then."

"You know about that? Who told you?"

"Yeah, Peter told me. Well, he told Stiles and Stiles told me."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. It was so long ago. It was right before you became alpha." Stiles said thinking, Scott nodded.

"Wait, I told you? Why would I even be talking to you, let alone about that?" Peter asked.

"I had asked a question, and you were explaining. It was after… something happened." Stiles explained becoming solemn at the end.

"Let's keep watching." Deaton said before anyone could ask any more questions.

ALLISON: Uh, save me a seat at lunch. I gotta go!

SCOTT: Oh, God...

[The bell rings, and Allison quickly rushes to her locker, spinning the combination lock until she can open it to grab her stuff for her next class. However, she immediately frowns at the sight of something in her locker and reaches out to grab it]

[It's the jacket she wore to Lydia's party, which Derek had surreptitiously stolen when he gave her a ride home so he could use the scent of it to lure Scott into the woods in Wolf Moon. Hidden around the corner, a Werewolf seems to be watching her, his vision stained red like Scott's was during his transformation the day before. Allison is clearly unnerved by the appearance of the jacket she had misplaced (which could not have been left by her in her locker) and she anxiously looks around to see if anyone is watching her, though she doesn't see anyone]

"Was that Derek? Since he took the jacket?" Cora asked.

"I thought it was Derek at first as well but seeing it from this angle, I think it was the alpha at the time. " Scott answered.

"Why would he be there and why would he be giving her the jacket back?" Mason asked.

"that wasn't really for her sake that he did it. If this is going to show what I think it will, then you will see."
"You think this is going to show that night at the school?" Stiles asked.

"Pretty sure." Scott nodded. Allison perked up at that, remembering the night he was talking about and now understanding a few more things about that night.

[Just then, the late bell rings, scaring her so badly that she literally jumps and clutches her chest with the same hand holding the jacket. She sighs when she realizes that it's nothing to be afraid of and sighs as she returns her jacket to the locker and grabs her notebook]

BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL (MATH CLASSROOM)

[Scott is in math class, where he's been chosen to stand at the blackboard to work out a math problem. Lydia, too, was chosen to do the same thing and is standing next to him when she suddenly speaks to him in a quiet, snide voice while she rapidly writes her math equation]

"Oh boy. I remember this." Lydia sighed. Stiles leaned over and kissed the side of her head.

LYDIA: Why is there a rumor going around that you're not playing tomorrow?

SCOTT: 'Cause I'm sort of not.

LYDIA: I think you sort of are- especially when you brutally injure my boyfriend by ramming into him.

"You were blaming Scott for that?" Malia asked.

"Yeah, I was a total bitch to him about all of that. Sorry." She said, leaning over to look at Scott. He smiled at her and nodded, accepting the apology.

SCOTT: He brutally injured himself ramming into me.

LYDIA: Jackson's gonna play tomorrow... But, he's not gonna be at his peak... and, I prefer my boyfriend... at peak performance.

SCOTT: Okay...

LYDIA: I date the captain of the winning lacrosse team. And, if they start off the season losing, I date the captain of the losing team. I don't date losers.

SCOTT: [frustrated] Losing one game isn't gonna kill anyone.

[Lydia, not liking this answer, returns to her work on the blackboard, and Scott's voice becomes softer and more quiet]

SCOTT: In fact, it might even save someone...

LYDIA: Fine. Don't play. We'll probably win anyway. Then, we'll go out after, like we were planning, and I'll introduce Allison to all the hot players on the team... and Scott McCall can stay home, surfing the 'net for porn.

"Seriously, Lydia?" Allison questioned her. Lydia blushed and grimaced.

"I'm sorry. I was really self-absorbed back then. You didn't deserve that, neither of you did."

TEACHER: Mr. McCall, you're not even close to solving your problem...

SCOTT: Tell me about it.

[Scott has just shut his locker and is in the process of closing the combination lock on it when Stiles suddenly appears, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him away]

STILES: Hey, come here.

SCOTT: What?

STILES: [urgently] Come here!

[Stiles pulls Scott over to the bottom of a short stairway before pointing up the stairs to where his father, Sheriff Stilinski, is standing and speaking to the principal with one of his deputies]

STILES: Tell me what they're saying.

STILES: Can you hear 'em?

SCOTT: Shhh!

"Good work, focusing your hearing." Talia commended.

"Thanks." Scott smiled.

STILINSKI: I want everyone under the age of eighteen to be in their home by 9:30PM. We'd like to institute the curfew, effective immediately.

PRINCIPAL: Look, we don't-

SCOTT: Curfew because of the body.

STILES: Unbelievable. My dad's out looking for a rabid animal, while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hangin' out, doing whatever he wants.

Derek glared at Stiles. Being immune to his surliness now he rolled his eyes.

"After experiencing it for so many years, the glare no longer works on me." Stiles told him, making Derek's brows rise in surprise.

SCOTT: Well, you can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek...

STILES: I can do something.

SCOTT: Like what?

STILES: Like, find the other half of the body.

[Stiles turns and walks off without another word. When the gravity of what Stiles has just said hits Scott, he scoffs incredulously]

SCOTT: Are you kidding?

[Scott goes to follow after Stiles when he's suddenly distracted by the sound of Lydia's voice and turns to find the source]

LYDIA: This is Allison.

[She's down the hallway to Scott's left, where she is introducing Allison to a good-looking male student with a lacrosse-stick in his bookbag, indicating that Lydia is making good on her threat and is purposely doing this while Scott is nearby as a message that he better play in the upcoming game. The lacrosse player reaches out his right hand to shake Allison's, and the two smile at each other]

"Wow, that's kind of cold." Alec said. Lydia groaned.

"Did you care at all that they liked each other or were you just worried about making Jackson look good?" Mason asked.

"Unfortunately, back then, I only cared about making Jackson look good. I regret it now but can't change the past… well, actually I guess we can." She snorted.

LACROSSE PLAYER: Hi. Nice to meet you.

LYDIA: She's the new girl. She just moved here.

LACROSSE PLAYER: Oh, how do you like it?

ALLISON: I like it.

[Scott, clearly jealous, walks over to them, and when Allison sees him coming, she wraps up their conversation]

ALLISON: It was nice meeting you. See you soon. I'll be at the game.

SCOTT: So, Lydia's introducing you to everyone?

ALLISON: She's being so unbelievably nice to me.

SCOTT: I wonder why.

ALLISON: Maybe she gets how much being the new girl can suck.

[Scott looks down and notices that Allison is holding the jacket she was wearing at the party and briefly flashes back to Friday night, when he saw where Derek had hung the stolen jacket on a tree limb to lure him to the woods. Back in the present, Scott looks shocked and is unable to conceal it from her]

SCOTT: ...Where did you get that?

ALLISON: My jacket? It was in my locker. I think Lydia brought it back from the party, she has my combination-

SCOTT: Did she say she brought it back, or did somebody give her the jacket?

ALLISON: [confused] ...Like who?

SCOTT: Like Derek?

ALLISON: Your friend?

SCOTT: He's not my friend. How much did you talk to him when he drove you home?

ALLISON: Mmm, not much at all.

SCOTT: What did you say?

ALLISON: I... gotta get to class.

SCOTT: [urgently] Allison-

ALLISON: No, I really have to go...

"Way to scare her." Lydia said.

"I know. I was panicking. I couldn't figure out what his motives were to bring it back to her." Scott said.

[Allison rushes away without another word, and Scott, looking furious, clenches his jaw, his entire body tense, as he decides to give Derek a visit]

HALE HOUSE

[Scott rides his bike through the woods, furiously pushing the pedals so he can go as fast as he can. Once he's made it to the Hale House ruins, he jumps off his bike and throws it to the ground before he races over to the front porch. He tosses off his helmet and his bookbag, throwing them forcefully to the ground as well as he screams for Derek]

SCOTT: Derek! DEREK!

SCOTT: Stay away from her! She doesn't know anything!

DEREK: Yeah? What if she does?

[Derek stops walking when he's about six feet away from Scott and gives him an incredulous look]

DEREK: You think your little buddy Stiles can just Google "Werewolves," and now you got all the answers? Is that it?

[Scott, still furious, stays silent as he tries to catch his breath, so Derek continues as he slowly walks closer to Scott to make his point]

DEREK: You don't get it yet, Scott, but I'm looking out for you. Think about what could happen. You're on the field... the aggression takes over... and you shift in front of everyone.

[Scott, not wanting to believe this, glares at Derek, who decides a practical lesson is in order. He bends down and picks up Scott's lacrosse stick from his abandoned backpack]

DEREK: Your mom, all your friends... and when they see you...

[Derek takes the lacrosse stick and pushes the end with the net into Scott's chest, causing the younger Werewolf to swat it away, visibly irritated. Derek pulls up the stick and flicks out his claws, using them to shred the net in the end of the lacrosse stick and causing Scott to gasp]

DEREK: Everything falls apart.

[Derek casually tosses the stick up into the air, and in the moment of distraction it took Scott to catch it, Derek ran away at super-speed, leaving a very furious Scott behind]

"Is this normally how new wolves are taught? With scare tactics and anger?" Liam asked.

"No." Talia, Cora, and Scott said at the same time.

"I think it's more individual. Don't quote me on it but each wolf just like each human is different. What works for one, doesn't work for all. For some anger works, for some a more calming environment. Just depends on the person and the teacher." Scott shrugged.

"That's kind of true. It's a bit more involved then that but that is the basics." Talia agreed.

[Stiles has just arrived at Scott's house, where he lets himself in the front door without knocking and wastes no time running up the steps as fast as he can, his limbs flailing the whole way up. He finally makes it to Scott's room, where he finds Scott restringing the net on his lacrosse stick after it was ripped by Derek. Stiles breathlessly and manically begins asking Scott question after question]

STILES: What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it?

STILES: ...And, yes, I've had a lot of Adderall, so...

SCOTT: I found something at Derek Hale's.

STILES: [gasping] Are you kidding? What?

SCOTT: There's something buried out there. I could smell blood.

STILES: That's awesome!

[Stiles reconsiders his words and tries again]

STILES: ...I mean, that's terrible. Whose blood?

SCOTT: I don't know... But, when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then, you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing, because there's no way I'm not playing that game.

[Scott and Stiles have just made it inside the hospital, unsure of where to go to get the information they need]

STILES: Hey.

SCOTT: Okay.

STILES: Good luck, I guess...

[Stiles goes back toward the lobby so it doesn't look too obvious, where he sees Lydia waiting in one of the seats]

STILES: [groaning] Oh, my God...

[He tries to surreptitiously look back at Lydia once again, and after a long moment, he can't resist trying to talk to her]

STILES: [nervously] Hey, Lydia... You probably don't remember me. Um, I sit behind you in biology.

[Lydia makes a confused face but doesn't say anything, so Stiles keeps talking]

STILES: Uh, anyway, I always thought that we just had this kind of connection.

[Lydia makes a face as though this surprises her, which gives Stiles the motivation he needs to continue]

STILES: Unspoken, of course. Maybe it'd be kind of cool to... get to know each other a little better...

LYDIA: [on the phone] Hold on, give me a second.

[Lydia hits the hold button on her headset and takes it out of her ear before turning to speak to Stiles directly]

LYDIA: Yeah, I didn't get any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating?

STILES: No. Sorry, I'll just sit...

Stiles facepalms himself as everyone laughs, Jackson being the loudest of everyone. Lydia kisses his cheek to soften the blow.

[Stiles sits in the chair around the corner from her and mutters under his breath]

STILES: You don't care...

"I'm sorry." Lydia says sadly.

"It's okay. things worked out in the end. That's all that matters."

She snuggles closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder.

[Inside the morgue, the lights are shut off, and Scott slowly looks around until he makes it to the wall of metal cubbies where the bodies are kept. He passes over a drawer labeled "Semret Fesseha" and looks down to find the next drawer is labeled "Jane Doe, partial," which is exactly what he's looking for. He slowly opens the drawer and gently removes the sheet; however, the sight of the lower half of the drawer grosses him out so much that he quickly shoves the drawer closed as soon as he gets the scent and rushes away]

[Back in the lobby, Jackson has just come out of one of the doctor's offices, where he's wincing as he rubs his right shoulder. Lydia stands to her feet and eagerly starts to question him]

LYDIA: Okay. Did he do it?

[Jackson shrugs]

JACKSON: He said not to make a habit of it, but one cortisone shot won't kill me.

LYDIA: You should get one right before the game, too.

[Jackson gives her a look as though to say, "What did I just say?", but Lydia is undeterred]

LYDIA: The pros do it all the time. You want to be a little high school amateur?

[Lydia's voice becomes lower and more seductive]

LYDIA: Or...

[Lydia grabs Jackson by the front of the shirt and pulls him toward her]

LYDIA: Do you want to go...

[Lydia pulls him closer until their lips are just inches apart]

LYDIA: Pro...?

"Don't. Just… don't." Lydia said, shaking her head. Staving off any questions on this. She knew how wrong she was, even at that moment. She was blinded by being popular and dating the star. She cared for nothing else. She hated herself for how she acted back then. She hoped when she went back she would learn her lesson. Stiles tilted her chin pressing a kiss to her lips.

"You are not her anymore. We all did things back in high school we regret. This is nothing. Okay?"

Lydia nodded, feeling all the love she could for him at that moment. Jackson, pretending to ignore then actually was fascinated with how they were together. he remembered when he and Lydia first dated and how sappy they were. He had forgotten that in light of other things that had been revealed.

[Lydia and Jackson begin kissing right in the middle of the lobby, much to the dismay of Stiles, who decided reading a pamphlet titled "Menstrual Cycle" would be a good way to go undercover in the lobby. Once Lydia and Jackson are gone, Stiles is distracted by Scott, who rips the pamphlet out of his hands, scaring him so much he jumps in his seat]

"That's really the first thing you picked up to distract yourself." Cora cracked up. Stiles blushed.

STILES: [yelping] Holy God!

SCOTT: The scent was the same.

STILES: You're sure?

SCOTT: Yes.

STILES: So, he did bury the other half of the body on his property?

SCOTT: Which means we have proof he killed the girl.

STILES: I say we use it.

SCOTT: How?

[Stiles sighs and stops, turning to face Scott to make sure of what they're about to do]

STILES: Tell me something first- are you doing this because you want to stop Derek, or because you want to play in the game and he said you couldn't?

SCOTT: There are bite marks on the legs, Stiles- bite marks.

STILES: Okay. Then we're gonna need a shovel.

[Night has fallen, and Derek has just walked out of the Hale House runs towards his Camaro. He opens the door to the car and gets in, starting the engine and driving away, not knowing that Scott and Stiles were watching him from a distance in Stiles' Jeep. Once Derek was a fair distance away from the house, Stiles drove the Jeep closer to the property, parking it so that he and Scott can get out with their shovels in hand. Scott looks around for a moment until Stiles joins him at the front of the Jeep, leading Scott to hand him a flashlight before the two head off toward the side of the house where the recently-overturned patch of earth is located]

SCOTT: Wait... Something's different.

STILES: Different how?

SCOTT: I don't know...

[The two finally reach the suspected gravesite, and Scott aims his shovel towards it with a shrug]

SCOTT: Let's just get this over with.

[The two work in silence for several minutes as they dig up the grave until Scott, sounding anxious, wipes his brow with his sleeve before he finally speaks up again]

SCOTT: This is taking way too long.

STILES: Just keep going.

SCOTT: [exasperatedly] What if he comes back?

[Stiles shrugs nonchalantly and continues to dig, as does Scott]

STILES: Then we get the hell out of here.

SCOTT: What if he catches us?

STILES: I have a plan for that.

SCOTT: ...Which is?

STILES: You run one way. I run the other. Whoever he catches first? Too bad.

SCOTT: I hate that plan.

Everyone laughs at the two of them. Even Derek smirks but he is also anxious knowing what they will uncover.

STILES: Oh, stop, stop, stop.

[When they both look down, they see several twine rope strings poking out of the earth, and the two kneel down so they can brush the dirt away with their bare hands. They eventually uncover what looks like a bundle of a rough fabric, like burlap, which has been tied closed with the twine rope. Stiles starts to try to untie the bindings, and Scott, still on edge with fear that Derek is going to come back and catch them, impatiently urges Stiles on]

SCOTT: Hurry!

STILES: I'm trying. Did he have to tie the thing in, like, nine hundred knots?

SCOTT: I'll do it.

[Stiles continues to untie one end of the bundle, while Scott bends down further to start untying the other. After a long moment, the two manage to get it all unknotted, and they open the bundle to find what looks like a severed head of a black wolf. This scares the boys so badly that they both scream loudly and leap out of the grave, both landing on their bottoms as they scurry away from the half of the wolf corpse. In the foreground, a flowering plant with purple petals can be seen, but neither Scott nor Stiles notice as Stiles finally questions what they've just uncovered]

STILES: ...What the hell is that?

SCOTT: It's a wolf.

STILES: [sarcastically] Yeah, I can see that. I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood?

SCOTT: I told you something was different...

STILES: This doesn't make sense.

SCOTT: We gotta get out of here.

STILES: Yeah. Okay, help me cover this up.

[Stiles moves to start pushing the dirt back into the grave with his hands, Scott moving to do the same, when suddenly Stiles sees the purple flower in the foreground and stops what he's doing. Scott takes notice of Stiles' change in demeanor and questions him on it]

SCOTT: What's wrong?

STILES: You see that flower?

SCOTT: What about it?

STILES: I think it's wolfsbane.

SCOTT: What's that?

STILES: Uh... haven't you ever seen The Wolf Man?

SCOTT: No?

STILES: Lon Chaney, Junior? Claude Rains?

STILES: The original, classic Werewolf movie?

SCOTT: No!

[Stiles makes a face at him, and Scott loses his patience]

SCOTT: What?

STILES: You are so unprepared for this.

"No shit." Several people say at once, one of them being Scott.

[Stiles pushes himself up to his feet and runs over to the flower, pulling the entire plant up by the roots and gaping in surprise when he realizes that the base of the plant has more twine rope tied around it, which is also buried underground. He gently pulls up the rope, which has randomly placed wolfsbane petals attached at various points along the length of it, only to find it is connected to the bundle of burlap around the wolf's head, the long length of it buried around the grave in a spiral pattern which glows red as Stiles unravels it]

[Scott looks at Stiles with a skeptical expression, confused as to why they're wasting their time with this, when suddenly, he looks down and is startled back onto his feet by what he finds in the grave]

SCOTT: Stiles...

[Stiles looks up and sees Scott staring in the grave with a shocked expression, so he walks over to where Scott is standing so he can see it from Scott's vantage point. When he follows Scott's line of sight, he yelps and jumps back a step, grabbing Scott's shoulder with his left hand to steady himself]

STILES: Oh!

[The camera pans down into the grave, where the upper half of the human female body that Scott had originally seen in the woods the night he was bitten stares blankly up at them. Stiles gasps in shock]

"Wait, how is that possible? How did it change from a wolf to a human?" Noah asked. Cora and Peter looked away. Derek clenched his jaw seeing his sister like that and Talia closed her eyes, her heart hurting for her daughter.

"The wolfsbane, preserved the body in wolf form, which is how she was killed. Removing it would have removed the protection." Chris explained.

Scott scrubbed a hand down his face and Stiles looked remorseful.

"I don't know if we ever apologized for what we did. we should have never dug up her body, desecrated her grave like that. if we had known then what we know now, I like to think we wouldn't have done it. I truly do apologize to all of you for this." Scott said, looking at each Hale in turn. Stiles nodded, agreeing with Scott. Talia and Cora nodded, Peter still had not looked up, knowing that he was really the reason Laura was dead. Derek stared at Scott for a long moment before giving a jerky nodded and looking away.

[Several mornings later, Scott is leaning against the Jeep, parked at the edge of the Hale property, as he watches Derek get marched out of the house in handcuffs by one of the Beacon County Sheriff's Department's deputies. Derek looks over at Scott with a scowl that causes Scott to look down at the ground with an expression of mixed guilt and shame as Derek is pushed into the back of a deputy's cruiser]

SCOTT: [muttering] No!

[Stiles ignores him and darts toward the passenger door to the cruiser and opens it so he can talk to Derek, causing Scott to groan in exasperation]

SCOTT: Oh, God...

[Stiles sits in the passenger seat and turns around so he can face Derek and speak to him through the caged window between the back seat and the front seats of the cruiser. It's obvious that he's nervous because of how he is rambling]

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" Noah asked.

"Me, I'm just sitting here, peacefully watching my new favorite show." He smiled at his father, earning snickers from the others.

STILES: Okay, just so you know, I'm not afraid of you.

[Derek's head is tilted down, but his eyes move up to look at Stiles through his eyelashes with a scowl that immediately terrifies Stiles]

Everyone snorted at that.

"It was the eyebrows." Stiles exclaimed. "The judginess of the brows freaked me out."

STILES: ...Okay, maybe I am. Doesn't matter. I just wanna know something.

[Stiles shifts nervously in his seat]

STILES: The girl you killed? She was a Werewolf.

[Derek continues to scowl blankly and silently at Stiles, who keeps talking]

STILES: She was a different kind, wasn't she? I mean, she could turn herself into an actual wolf, and I know Scott can't do that. Is that why you killed her?

DEREK: Why are you so worried about me when it's your friend who's the problem?

[Derek jerks his head toward where Scott is standing for emphasis, and Stiles moves back away from Derek a tiny bit]

DEREK: When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're gonna do, huh? Just keep cheering him on?

[Stiles gulps in anxiety, knowing that Derek isn't exactly wrong]

DEREK: I can't stop him from playing, but you can...

[Derek leans forward so his face and Stiles' are only inches apart as he lowers his voice to a whisper]

DEREK: And trust me- you want to.

[Before Stiles really has a chance to process this, the passenger door opens, and a hand is seen yanking Stiles out of the car]

[It's Sheriff Stilinski, who has grabbed him by the right arm and is dragging his son away from the car, with Stiles groaning the whole way]

STILES: Ow. Ow. Ow.

STILINSKI: There. Stand.

[Stiles exhales loudly and finally meets his father's eyes as Stilinski prepares to scold him in an exasperated tone of voice]

STILINSKI: What the hell do you think you're doing?

[Stiles scoffs, as though he thinks Stilinski should be thankful for what he did]

STILES: I'm just trying to help!

STILINSKI: Okay, well, how 'bout you help me understand exactly how you came upon this?

[Stiles, realizing he's in trouble, starts to evasively talk himself out of it]

STILES: ...We were looking for Scott's inhaler...

STILINSKI: [impatiently] Which he dropped when?

STILES: [hesitantly] The other night...

STILINSKI: The other night... when you were out here, looking for the first half of the body?

STILES: [nodding] Yes.

STILINSKI: The night that you told me you were alone and Scott was at home?

STILES: Yes.

[Stiles cringes when he realizes he just outed himself and Scott and tries to backtrack]

STILES: ...No.

[Stilinski gives Stiles a hard look, and Stiles realizes he's been caught and sighs]

STILES: Oh, crap...

"You always were so good at outing yourself." Malia cracked up. "Remember when we went to Mexico?"

"Don't remind me. You both still owe me pizza." Stiles told her. Scott and Lydia chuckled while everyone else looked on confused.

"Mexico? What happened in Mexico? When did you go to Mexico?" Noah asked, Melissa also looking as if she wanted an answer.

"Uh…" both boys stalled.

"Oh look, this is interesting." Stiles pointed, redirecting the attention.

[Stilinski, sounding exhausted and out of patience, stares at Stiles intensely]

STILINSKI: So, you lied to me.

STILES: [hesitantly] That depends on how you define "lying..."

STILINSKI: Well, I define it as "not telling the truth." How do you define it?

STILES: Um... "reclining your body in a horizontal position?"

More laughter followed. Noah rolled his eyes and sighed.

STILINSKI: Get the hell out of here.

STILES: Absolutely.

[Stiles and Scott speed out of the woods in the Jeep. Inside the vehicle, Stiles is driving while Scott sits in the passenger seat, trying to research on his phone. After a moment, he impatiently speaks up]

SCOTT: I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial.

STILES: Just keep looking. Maybe it's like a ritual or something? Like, maybe they bury you as a wolf.

[Stiles thinks about it for a moment, biting on his tongue as he does so, before he offers another theory]

STILES: Or, maybe it's like a special skill, you know? Like, something you have to learn?

SCOTT: I'll put it on my "To Do" list, right underneath "figuring out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight."

STILES: Maybe it's different for girl Werewolves...

"It's actually something only evolved werewolves can do. Once you learn to fully transform there are certain benefits."

Scott and Malia both nodded.

"Have you ever fully transformed?" Melissa asked Scott.

"Uh, yeah, a couple of times. But it wasn't really for a good reason. We've been working on it. Malia's been helping me learn to control it more." Scott answered.

"Malia? Wait, you can fully transform?" Peter asked, speaking up for the first time. Malia looked at him and had to work to school her expression.

"Yes. Didn't really have a choice, living in the woods for nine years of my life."

She turned away before he could ask any more questions. Scott whispered something in her ear then raised her hand, kissing the back of her hand. She smiled, laying her head against his neck.

SCOTT: Okay, stop it!

STILES: Stop what?

SCOTT: [irritably] Stop saying "Werewolves!" Stop enjoying this so much!

STILES: Are you okay?

[Scott's aggravation becomes well known when he responds in a dark tone of voice]

SCOTT: No!

[Scott is now doubled over a bit in his seat, as though he's in pain]

SCOTT: No, I'm not. I'm so far from being okay.

STILES: You know, you're gonna have to accept this, Scott. Sooner or later.

[Scott doubles over more and begins panting hard as he groans]

SCOTT: I can't.

STILES: Well, you're gonna have to.

SCOTT: No! I can't breathe...

[Stiles looks alarmed as Scott groans loudly in a voice that has the dark undercurrent of a Werewolf voice along with it]

SCOTT: AHH!

[Scott thumps his hand against the roof of the Jeep and can no longer take it as he yells again]

STILES: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...!

[Stiles, alarmed, swerves his car out of shock, which only causes Scott more pain]

SCOTT: AHH! Pull over!

STILES: Why? What's happening?

[Scott instinctively opens the backpack between them and is horrified to see that the wolfsbane plant and the rope with the flowers attached to it are inside. He looks at Stiles incredulously]

SCOTT: You kept it?

"That's my question. Why did you keep it?" Cora asked.

"I didn't really think about it. I just shoved it in my bag."

STILES: What was I supposed to do with it?

SCOTT: Stop the car!

[Scott looks at Stiles, who turns to look back at him and is horrified to see Scott's eyes turn bright gold. Stiles' eyes widen as he immediately slams on the brakes]

STILES: Okay!

[As soon as the car is in park, Stiles grabs his backpack and throws himself out of the Jeep, running toward the edge of the woods and tossing the bag as far as he can throw it to get as much distance away from Scott as possible. Once it's out of eyesight, Stiles throws his head back and sighs deeply before turning back toward the Jeep]

"You couldn't just throw out the rope, not the whole bag?" Lydia asked.

"I panicked. Scott was going wolf, and I didn't really think."

STILES: Okay, we're good, you can-

[Stiles looks up at the Jeep and is horrified when he sees that the vehicle is completely empty]

STILES: Scott?

[When Stiles walks closer to the Jeep, he sees the passenger door is wide open like the driver's door, indicating that Scott had fully shifted and has run off in broad daylight. Fearful of the possible things Scott could do while not in his right mind, Stiles plaintively calls out for Scott one last time]

STILES: Scott?

DISPATCHER: [on the phone] Stiles, you know you can't call the dispatch line when I'm on duty.

"You really called dispatch? What did you even ask?" Mason asked.

"Just wait." Stiles sighed.

STILES: I just need to know if you've gotten any odd calls...?

DISPATCHER: [on the phone] Odd how?

STILES: Uh, like, an odd person, or...

STILES: A dog-like individual roaming the streets...?

"You didn't." Scott said, turning to look at his friend.

"I wasn't sure what to ask. You just disappeared."

"Ohmigod, you seriously called them and asked if anyone has seen a dog-like creature roaming around." Lydia giggled. Again, Noah face palmed at his son's absurdity. Stiles shrugged, not seeing anything wrong with how he phrased it.

DISPATCHER: [on the phone] I'm hanging up on you now.

STILES: No! Wai-wai-wai-wai-wait!

DISPATCHER: [on the phone] Goodbye.

[Night has fallen, and the camera peers into Allison's window, where she can be seen sitting at her desk, where a box full of her belongings is sitting beside her. She starts to unpack the box and put framed pictures on the top of the desk. The camera pans over to the roof of the garage, where Scott, in full-Werewolf-mode, has crawled up and over it]

"Now who's the creepy stalker?" Derek murmured while Argent glared at Scott.

"Yeah, I kind of was." Scott snorted, making no excuses.

[When he sees her through the window, he slides down the side so he can get a closer look. Through the window, he can see Allison smiling as she looks at some of the photos she's found. He continues to crawl closer and closer to the window when suddenly, Allison gets up and closes her curtains. Without a light behind the window, Scott can see himself in the glass and is horrified by the sight of his Werewolf face and jumps down off of the roof to run away, only to run directly into the SUV pulling into the driveway, which screeches to a loud halt. Scott flies up and onto the windshield before sliding off and landing in a heap on the other side of the vehicle]

[The driver's door opens, and Chris Argent gets out quickly, horrified by the sight of Scott laying on the ground in front of him before quickly rushing over to help him]

ARGENT: Oh, my God...

ALLISON: Dad?

[When Allison sees Argent crouched in front of Scott, who has just grimaced in pain and flopped onto his back, and whose Werewolf face is fortunately gone, her mind automatically assumes he purposely hurt Scott and rushes over to see what's going on]

ALLISON: What the hell are you doing?

ARGENT: H-he came out of nowhere, Allison.

ALLISON: Are you trying to kill him?

ARGENT: No, no, of course not! He just-he just ran out into the driveway.

"You looked freaked there for a minute Scott." Stiles grinned.

"Because I was. Her statement threw me since I knew what he was capable of." Scott told him.

"I wasn't trying to kill you." Chris sighed, ignoring the glare from Melissa.

"I know. You didn't even know I was a wolf then. It was just a freak accident that I caused."

SCOTT: I'm sorry. It's my fault, I'm sorry.

ALLISON: You okay?

SCOTT: Yeah. Y-yeah, I'm fine. I swear. Sorry, I hit your car. I was just coming to say "hi."

"You apologized to him for him hitting you with his car?" Jackson asked, quirking a brow.

"Like I said it was my fault." Scott shrugged.

ARGENT: You sure you're okay?

SCOTT: Yeah. Yeah, completely.

[Once Scott is standing, he tries to get himself out of the now-awkward conversation]

SCOTT: Uhhh, I should go.

[Allison once again reaches up with her right hand and brushes Scott's bangs away from his face]

SCOTT: I've got a lacrosse game to get to.

[Allison lets her hand drop, and Argent, looking back and forth between Allison and Scott and seeing the obvious romantic tension between them, gets a conflicted look on his face. However, Scott's attention is completely on Allison]

SCOTT: You're still coming, right?

ALLISON: Of course I'm coming.

ARGENT: We both are.

"Why does the thought of that sound scarier than it should?" Liam asked, throwing a nervous glance at Chris.

"That's what it thought at the time as well. But nothing happened that night. Well, not really." Scott told him.

[Scott is now in his lacrosse uniform and is hanging up his bookbag in his locker when his superhuman senses start flaring again, allowing him to hear the various noises in the locker room with complete clarity, including the sound of Jackson and another player whispering to each other, though their words are still difficult to make out over the other sounds, such as the locker doors slamming shut and equipment thumping against each other. Scott turns to look at them to try to eavesdrop]

JACKSON: [whispering] ...McCall...

LACROSSE PLAYER: [whispering] ...only defense...

JACKSON: [whispering] ...not McCall...

"Wait, what was that? Were you trying to talk the other player of out handing the ball off to Scott?" Liam asked. Jackson didn't answer.

"You do realize you had a better chance of winning if you included him, instead of throwing a tantrum because you weren't the only good player out there, right?" Mason asked.

Jackson pouted, crossing his arms, and ignoring him.

[Stiles smiles when they make eye contact, happy to see that Scott managed to control himself enough not to do anything crazy while he was transformed]

SCOTT: You gonna try to convince me not to play?

STILES: I just hope you know what you're doing...

SCOTT: If I don't play, I lose first line and Allison.

STILES: Allison's not going anywhere... and it's one game that you really don't need to play.

SCOTT: I wanna play! [Stiles looks at him as though to say, "Really?" as Scott continues] I wanna be on the team. I wanna go out with Allison. I want a semi-freaking normal life! Do you get that?

STILES: [defensively] I get it!

[Stiles sighs before sitting down next to him on the bench, his knees facing the opposite direction from Scott's]

STILES: Just try not to worry too much while you're out there, okay?

[Stiles considers his own words for a moment before adding onto them]

STILES: ...Or get too angry...

SCOTT: I got it.

STILES: ...Or stressed...

SCOTT: Yeah, I got it.

STILES: ...Don't think about Allison being in the stands...

[Scott looks up slightly as he begins to actually think about Allison being in the stands, against Stiles' instructions]

STILES: ...or that her father's trying to kill you... or that Derek's trying to kill you... or the girl he killed... or that you might kill someone...

[Scott looks at him with an offended expression, but Stiles is on a roll and doesn't immediately notice]

STILES: ...if a Hunter doesn't kill you first-

[Stiles finally sees the hurt and angry look on Scott's face and instantly ends that train of thought]

STILES: I'm sorry. I'll stop.

[Stiles and Scott are both silent for a beat before Stiles speaks up in an awkward tone of voice]

STILES: Good luck...?

"Was that supposed to be a pep talk?" Corey asked.

"Kind of yeah. Mostly it was me being worried and rambling."

[Scott and Stiles have just joined the rest of the team on the sidelines when Lydia, dressed in a warm coat and earmuffs, approaches Scott, and calls out his name]

LYDIA: Scott!

[She grabs him aggressively by the front of his jersey to pull him closer to her.]

LYDIA: I just want you to remember one thing for tonight.

SCOTT: Uh... w-winning isn't everything?

LYDIA: Nobody likes a loser.

"Jesus…" Cora said, staring at Lydia. "What is with you and your boyfriend? Like he didn't have enough on his shoulders."

"We didn't know that then. I'm not sure if it would have mattered though." She sighed.

COACH: How's the shoulder?

JACKSON: It's fine.

COACH: You feel any pain?

JACKSON: No.

COACH: What if I gave it a big ol' punch?

[Coach makes a punching motion, missing actual contact with Jackson's right shoulder by an inch or two, which causes Jackson to flinch reflexively]

COACH: Would you-would you feel any pain then?

JACKSON: ...Maybe.

COACH: Listen, just go out there. Just give it your best. If you feel any pain, just-

JACKSON: Just... keep playing?

COACH: That's my boy!

"These pep talks really suck." Liam said, shaking his head.

"They do. Coach means well but he really was all about the game." Stiles said.

[The referee's whistle blows, and the teams stand to their feet and begin to cheer excitedly from their respective sides of the field. The starting players make their way to the center of the field and take their positions, with Scott sighing as he crouches into a defensive stance and mutters under his breath]

SCOTT: Please let this be okay. Please.

"I can't believe you actually played." Liam said.

"Yeah, neither could I, but I had to try." Scott said.

STILINSKI: Hey, kid.

STILES: Hey.

STILINSKI: So, you think you'll see any action tonight?

STILES: Action? Maybe.

"Yeah, I don't think they are talking about the same kind of action." Allison said.

"Most definitely were note." Stiles affirmed.

[On the field, the referee has set the ball down on the grass between Jackson and one of the players on the other team before ordering them into position]

REFEREE: Down!

SCOTT: Please!

[The referee gives the final warning before the game begins]

REFEREE: Set!

[On the bench, Stiles continues to anxiously gnaw on his lacrosse glove as he watches the game progress, groaning when Scott is clearly purposely ignored by his teammates]

STILES: Mmm, come on!

[#26, once again ignoring Scott, tries to pass to another player who was better guarded than Scott, who was wide open; the player misses the catch, and a member of the opposing team catches it instead and runs the opposite direction down the field, leaving a frustrated Scott holding his arms out as though to say, "Are you kidding me?"]

[Just as Scott is about to reach the ball, Jackson catches up with him and shoves him aside hard so that he's able to regain possession of the ball once again. Scott hits the ground with enough force that he rolls several times across the field, and Melissa gasps and covers her mouth with her hands in shock and sympathy. Scott looks furious as he watches Jackson launch the ball into the net, scoring the first goal of the game]

COACH: That's it, Jackson! Get fired up! Fired up!

[Jackson has just high-fived one of his fellow teammates when he catches Scott's eye from down field and smirks, leaving Scott looking crestfallen. On the bench, Stiles sees this exchange and sighs deeply and dramatically before muttering under his breath]

STILES: No...

[Lydia is excitedly cheering in the bleachers, and Allison is smiling and trying to keep up with the game as well. Lydia turns to Allison and grabs her by the wrist as she tries to hype up her friend. She picks up a sign she made and has Allison help her hold it up. The sign reads, "WE LUV U JACKSON" in black and red letters]

ALLISON & LYDIA: [simultaneously] WOOOOOO!

STILES: Brutal...

"That was brutal. I'm sorry I even participated in that. I didn't really understand what was going on. If I had known that I was just being used against you I wouldn't have gone along with it." Allison said, looking at Scott. Lydia stayed quiet, staring at her hands in her lap.

"It's fine." Scott said.

STILES: Oh, this is not gonna be good...

JACKSON: Only to me.

"Wow, you really were a complete and utter asshole for no real reason." Alec said, not really understanding this Jackson versus the one he knows.

"I was just trying to win the game." Jackson sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, at the expense of your other teammates who were supposed to have your back. It's like you didn't care. As long as you got the glory then to hell with everyone else. And you're supposed to be the captain?"

DANNY: But what if he's open?

JACKSON: Who's the captain? You, or me?

"That's not what a captain does. They look out for the team as a whole, not exclude anyone just because they happen to be better than them. What you were doing was being selfish." Noah said.

DANNY: Jackson, come on, dude. I just wanna win.

JACKSON: We will win.

DANNY: But-

JACKSON: What did I say?

JACKSON: Huh? What. Did. I. Say?

"Isn't he your best friend?" Alec asked.

"Yeah, and?" Jackson asked in annoyance.

"That's how you treat your friends, just because they don't agree with you?"

"Drop it, you don't know what you are talking about." Jackson snapped and Scott growled, his eyes lighting up.

"You will watch your tone when you speak to him." Scott told him in a cold tone.

"Jackson, don't." Lydia intervened before Jackson could open his mouth again. He huffed but kept quiet. Malia turned Scott towards her, giving him a small kiss to calm him down.

Melissa, Noah, and Chris watched Scott closely, knowing there was something else behind his sudden show of anger. Stiles placed a hand on Scott's shoulder and Alec assured him he was okay.

DANNY: Don't pass to McCall.

[After the break, Scott is crouched in position with his head down, a low growling noise coming out of his mouth, where his fangs seem to be extended. The referee frowns in concern and confusion as he looks over to Scott]

REFEREE: You okay, kid?

[Scott, unable to talk out of fear of further transforming, simply nods his head. Jackson catches their brief conversation and watches Scott curiously for a long moment, especially when the referee, who has walked to the center of the field, turns back to give Scott one last confused look. A player from the other team, #43, looks at Scott warily from behind him, clearly disturbed by the low growling sound that continues to come from Scott's throat to the point where he backs up several paces to put some space between them]

"Uh oh." Liam muttered.

STILES: Ohhhhh...

[In the stands, Lydia, Allison, and Argent, along with the rest of the players in the stands, are watching the field with intense expressions. Argent leans over to whisper into Allison's ear]

ARGENT: Which one is Scott again?

LYDIA: #11- otherwise known as the only one who hasn't caught a single ball this entire game.

ALLISON: I hope he's okay.

LYDIA: I hope we're okay.

LYDIA: We need to win this.

[Lydia once again grabs the sign she made cheering on Jackson, which they had taken a break from holding up, and goes to return to raising it in the air, standing to her feet, unlike everyone else in the stands who are seated]

LYDIA: Allison- a little help, here?

"Sorry." Allison says again.

"It's okay. Really." Scott told her.

REFEREE: Down! Set!

[In the stands, Melissa, seeing that Scott has an opportunity to score a goal with little to no assistance, stands to her feet and begins jumping up and down excitedly]

MELISSA: Yes!

[Scott continues to duck, weave, and spin around the other players at a speed that is very quick for a human but not obviously supernatural. In the stands, Allison's eyes widen when she sees him prepare to shoot his shot, and the crowd goes wild when Scott easily throws the ball into the goal. Melissa jumps up and down even more excitedly as she cheers her son on]

MELISSA: YEAH!

[Behind her, Allison jumps to her feet at the same time as the person sitting on the opposite side of Lydia, causing the redhead to be jostled roughly as the two jump up and down excitedly, seemingly annoyed by Scott taking attention from Jackson despite being the one to encourage Scott to perform well in the first place]

STILES: Yes! That's what I-

[Stiles dramatically turns to face his fellow teammates on either side to solicit high-fives, which he does not get, but he remains ecstatic as he cheers on his best friend's performance]

STILES: What? WHAT?

COACH: McCall! Pass. To. McCall!

REFEREE: Set!

[Stiles, still on the bench, continues to gnaw on the finger of one of his gloves when Coach, dumbfounded by this turn of events, sits down next to Stiles with a confused expression to talk to him, though neither of them take their eyes off of the game]

Everyone laughs as the opposing team pretty much hands the ball to Scott.

COACH: [incredulously] ...Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball?

[Stiles removes the fingertip of his glove from his mouth and nods eagerly]

STILES: Yes, I believe so, Coach.

COACH: Interesting...

[On the sidelines, Coach is pumping his arm in satisfaction as he cheers loudly]

COACH: Goal! YES! YES! There you go!

[Lower in the bleachers, Melissa is awestruck by this miraculous shot and breathlessly cries out]

MELISSA: What?

COACH: There you go, McCall!

[The coach from the opposing team comes over and lightly smacks Coach Finstock's shoulder with the back of his hand to get his attention, making it clear that he doesn't think this last goal should count. Coach Finstock, exasperated, scoffs, and argues against him]

COACH: What? The ball's in the net.

STILES: Ball's in the net!

COACH: That's the goal of the game- is get the goal in the net!

STILES: We got it!

COACH: We got it!

More snorting and laughing as Stiles echoes the coach.

REFEREE: Down!

OPPOSING PLAYER: Hey, what the hell's up with your teammate, man? What's he on?

JACKSON: I don't know...

[Jackson considers his words and mutters a clarifying remark under his breath]

JACKSON: Yet.

REFEREE: Set!

STILES: No, no... Scott, no, no!

MELISSA: Come on, come on, come on...

ALLISON: You can do it, Scott. You can do it, Scott.

[Scott's sensitive superhuman sense of hearing allows him to pick up on Allison's words, which echo in his ears]

ALLISON: [echoing] You can do it, Scott...

[Allison's voice seems to bring Scott back to himself enough to realize that there are only seven seconds left in the game and counting, forcing him to act before he runs out of time]

STILES: Yes! Ha!

[Stiles lowers his arms and sighs in relief that the game managed to end in a win without Scott hurting or killing anyone due to changing]

STILES: Oh, my God!

[Allison, excited to congratulate Scott on a job well done, runs toward where she had seen him standing and is confused to find that he has vanished in the crowd. She looks around in an effort to find him, and her smile dims slightly in confusion when she sees him running quickly toward the school. Argent, having just made it to the sidelines, stops and watches with interest as Scott runs away, continuing to do so as Allison rushes after Scott to see what is going on, a suspicious and curious expression forming on his face]

"Would you have known at that point?" Liam asked Chris.

"No, but I would have been curious about what was going on with him." He answered.

[Stiles is still seated on the bench, albeit by himself, as he continues to relax now that the danger of Scott turning and exposing himself as a Werewolf has seemingly passed (at least to his knowledge). However, behind him in the now-abandoned bleachers, Stilinski is on the phone with someone, and he puts a finger to his unoccupied ear so he can hear them better]

STILINSKI: Uh-huh.

STILES: Dad, what's wrong?

[The school is completely dark inside as Scott staggers into the boy's locker room, grunting and groaning from the effort it's taking to reign in his Werewolf side as he scrabbles to take off his helmet while stumbling his way toward the showers]

[Allison has just walked into the locker room when his helmet skitters across the floor into her line of sight, causing her to frown in confusion. She takes off the purple knit hat she had been wearing as she walks toward it, her head tilted in puzzlement]

ALLISON: Scott?

[She takes several more paces through the room, passing a row of lockers as she walks]

ALLISON: Scott, are you here?

"That's not good. Did you hurt her?" Corey asked.

"No." Both Allison and Scott answered together.

"She actually helped to bring me back to myself." Scott went on.

"She was your anchor." Chris said, staring at him. Scott nodded.

"At the time I didn't know it but yes she was."

ALLISON: Scott?

[Allison looks around the corner of the end locker, but doesn't see anything except the overhead fans spinning, causing the only source of light (the half-moon outside) to flicker around the blades. She slowly walks towards the showers and tries calling out for him again]

ALLISON: ...Scott?

[As she turns the corner to the showers, she finds Scott leaning against the tile wall with his elbows and forearms raised so that he's bracing himself on either side of his head. She seems relieved when she sees that he isn't some predator, but is still confused as to what is going on]

ALLISON: Hey, are you okay?

[She walks toward him and puts her arm on his shoulder]

ALLISON: Scott?

[Scott's head jerks around, surprised by the physical contact, but his face is now completely human. Allison looks at him with concern, but can't help but chuckle as a result of the fear she felt that she now feels was unnecessary]

ALLISON: You scared me. Are you all right?

SCOTT: Yeah... Sorry, I-I... just got kind of lightheaded for a sec.

ALLISON: Maybe it's the adrenaline?

[Allison's concerned frown turns into a small, impressed smile]

ALLISON: You were pretty amazing out there.

SCOTT: I'm sorry for acting really weird today.

ALLISON: It's okay. I can handle weird.

"And you did, like a champ." Stiles laughed. Allison giggled and Chris looked between then curiously.

SCOTT: To be totally honest, you, uh... make me kind of nervous.

Every girl cooed at the cuteness of the moment. Melissa smiled and Chris rolled his eyes.

ALLISON: I do?

SCOTT: Yeah. Kind of, like, really nervous.

[Allison laughs good-naturedly]

SCOTT: I just... I... wanna make sure I get my second chance.

ALLISON: You already have it.

[Scott smiles widely, and Allison shrugs again, smiling back and speaking in a more playful and flirtatious tone]

ALLISON: I'm just waiting for you to take it.

SCOTT: Well... maybe I need to learn to take more chances...

ALLISON: Maybe you do...

[They stare at each other intensely for a long moment before Scott leans forward, closing his eyes as their faces move even closer. Their noses brush up against each other for another pause before Scott kisses Allison. Allison returns the kiss, and they have just finally broken apart slightly when Stiles runs into the shower, his arms and legs flailing about wildly, not realizing what he's interrupting until he gets into the shower room.

"Oh, that's just the cutest thing ever." Lydia squealed. There were nods all around. Allison and Scott both blushed at having that one moment relived for everyone to see, they glanced at each other then looked away.

[He immediately gets a guilty look on his face when he realizes he just crashed Scott's first real romantic moment with Allison and ducks out of the shower room to give them some privacy]

"Once again, your timing is impeccable." Cora said.

"I just have a knack for picking just the right moment to interrupt." Stiles snorted.

ALLISON: I, um...

[Allison finally forces herself to take a step back away from Scott, who is smiling widely]

ALLISON: ...Gotta get back to my dad.

[She gives Scott one last peck on the lips before turning to leave, causing Stiles to frantically try to act like he wasn't just watching them make out and failing miserably.]

ALLISON: Hi, Stiles.

STILES: Hey. Yeah.

SCOTT: I kissed her.

[Stiles, clearly finding Scott's dopey demeanor tedious, nods patronizingly]

STILES: I saw.

SCOTT: She kissed me.

[Stiles makes a face but continues to humor him]

STILES: Saw that, too. That's pretty good, huh?

More laughing. Malia turns and kisses Scott's cheek, giggling.

SCOTT: I-I-I don't know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this? Maybe it's not that bad?

STILES: Yeah...

[Stiles chuckles nervously, seeing how truly happy and at peace Scott currently is, decides he doesn't want to spoil his mood and tries to beg off]

STILES: Heh... we'll talk later, then...

SCOTT: What?

STILES: The, uh, medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found...

SCOTT: ...And?

STILES: Well, I'll keep it simple. Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek's human, not animal. Derek? Not killer. Derek? Let out of jail.

SCOTT: Are you kidding?

STILES: No, and here's a bigger kick in the ass- my dad ID'd the dead girl. Both halves. Her name was Laura Hale.

SCOTT: Hale?

STILES: Derek's sister.

"Oh. It makes sense now." Liam said, referring to when Scott apologized earlier.

[Scott's glove is still laying on the field from where he dropped it after he found his claws extending as he lost control over his transformation. Jackson, still desperate to figure out what is going on with Scott, sees it and picks it up. He examines it for a moment before noticing how worn the fingertips of the glove are, causing him to look closer and see that the very tips of the fingers have holes sliced into them. Jackson doesn't seem to know what to make of this information, but holds onto the glove as part of his investigation into what is making Scott so athletically gifted]

[After a moment, he senses something and turns around to find Derek standing on the field behind him in his black leather jacket, his hands in his pockets as he stares at Jackson. They stare at each other for a long moment before Derek finally turns and walks away]

"And here is the beginning of Jackson really becoming a pain in my ass." Scott sighed.

"You really should have just left it alone. You pressing the issue and what happened afterwards was a huge issue not just for Scott but for everyone." Stiles said to Jackson. Jackson gave him a confused look.

"That all looked like a really close call." Corey said, referring to the game as a whole.

"It really was." Scott agreed.

"It probably wouldn't have been if there wasn't a separate game of keep away being played." Stiles added.

"Why didn't you just take the option of going back to second string? I mean you would have still been on the team right? You just wouldn't have been starting. And then maybe after a while, once you get a handle on things, you could have tried again."

"That probably would have been a good idea but… I was tired of always being second string, and not just in lacrosse. It had felt like my whole life I was always going to be riding the bench. Then this amazing but scary thing happens to me and suddenly I'm not in the background anymore. I wanted it. And then there was Allison. She was the first girl that not only saw me but liked me, even with all my awkwardness. I wanted what every other kid in high school wanted, fame and the girl. In hindsight I should have just road the bench and stuck it out." Scott explained.

"Do you regret being a wolf?" Liam asked.

"At first I did. When it first happened I really did. It wasn't until… senior year, I think. That I started to really come to terms with it. But by then so much had happened and so much was still happening. But during this time," Scott said, pointing to the screen. "I had a love hate situation going on with it. I loved the abilities but hated the effects. But the more I learned what I could do the more it started to feel comfortable, you know. And it really helped that I had Stiles there with me. Then we added Allison and Lydia. Derek came later on as a better mentor and friend then he was here." He snorted. "Malia didn't enter the picture until our junior year. Then… more joined. And now I love being a wolf. I love being able to protect my friends and family."

"Did you guys ever have second doubts about helping him or being involved in any of this?" Corey asked, his head tilted. Already everyone was shaking their heads.

"Scotts been my best friend and brother since we were kids in the sandbox, apparently." Stiles snarked, rolling his eyes. Both parents chuckled. "I was never going to let him go through this alone. Has it been easy? Not at all. There were times when I wanted to strangle him and I'm sure he felt the same. But no matter what difficulties we faced, we always did it together."

"You never had a falling out?" Corey asked.

"You know we did." Scott reminded him. Corey nodded, remembering the whole thing that involved Theo. "But like always we worked through things."

"Malia, Lydia, what about you two?" Cora asked.

"Well Stiles has always been in my corner. Even when I didn't deserve it. He's saved my life a few times, he, and Scott both actually. But I think junior year is when I really got involved. I mean this year that we are watching now, wasn't a picnic but it kind of set the stage, I guess. I don't regret getting involved, I mean it's not really like I had a choice after certain things happened. But knowing that no matter what happens I can depend on these three makes up for any hardships that comes along with what we do." Lydia explained.

"What exactly have you four been doing?" Noah asked.

"Malia, what about you?" Talia asked before that question could be answered. She didn't think this was the time to bring that up. They still had a lot of episodes to go and talking about it this early wouldn't benefit anyone.

"My story is different. I didn't meet Scott and Stiles until he was already an alpha. He's the one that forced my shift back to human."

"Wait, he forced your change back to human? Were you not already shifting to human?" Mason asked.

"No, I hadn't been human for nine years when they found me. It's actually a funny story and I'm sure it will be told."

"Funny? You thought that story was funny?" Stiles asked, looking at her.

"It was funny to me." She shrugged. "Anyway. After that I didn't really get to know any of them. Then I met Stiles again and we became… friends. He took me to Scott to help me learn to control my shift. Then I met Lydia in school and we all just kind of became friends. Though I still kind of kept to myself. I only really talked to Stiles mostly. But to answer the question, I did have regrets sometimes. Because I had already been around enough death and destruction at that point. It didn't matter though because when I needed them they were there for me. We've all been through a lot together, especially lately. And now I couldn't imagine not having any of them. Especially Scott, he's put his life on the line multiple times for all of us. Including Cora, Peter, and Derek." She said, aiming a thumb in their direction.

"Wait, what does that mean he's put his life on the line?" Melissa asked.

"What?" Derek and Peter said. Cora already knowing what Scott did to help her said nothing.

"It will be shown. But you may not like what you see?" Deaton said, looking at Melissa.

"I haven't so far." She sighed.

"Now, are we ready for the next episode?" Talia asked.

"One more question?" Liam said, raising his hand. Everyone snickered as she nodded to him with a warm smile.

"Why did you get so angry when Jackson snapped at Alec?"

"I consider Alec a part of my pack. Even though he is not near us right now, he's one of us. I'm just really protective of my pack." Scott answered.

"Scott and Argent are the ones that saved me when I was being hunted. If they hadn't found me when they did I would be dead now." Alec told everyone. Everyone was shocked at that bit of information.

"Scott and I saved you? Together?" Chris asked. Alec nodded.

"We weren't always enemies. But I'm sure that will be shown as well." Scott told him. Chris nodded slowly, not sure of what to make of that.

"Are we ready?" Deaton asked. Everyone nodded and he started the next episode.

**Here you go. little bits of the teams present are being dropped in as they watch and get caught up. more will be revealed about what the current pack is up to as they continue through the season. Hope you enjoyed. **