"Oh!" They all cried, as Liam's avatar defeated Mason's once again.

Sara popping some popcorn in her mouth, lying on Liam's bed. "And the winner is…Liam Dunbar!" she cried, faking an announcer voice. Two weeks, two glorious weeks of no one dying, no one getting shot at and no assassins. It was incredible.

"When did you get so good? You been practicing? Or did you just suddenly get superhuman reflexes?" Mason joked. "Uh... Practicing." Liam said, freezing for a second, making Sara rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I've been practicing."

"And I should be studying." Mason said setting down the controller on the pillow. "Where are you going?" Liam asked, making Sara her eye's narrow. "Home?" Mason said, giving Liam a 'duh' look. "I got a History test tomorrow."

"Come on. One more game." Liam said, shifting his position on the floor. "Yeah, you said that four games ago." Mason reminded him, walking to the door.

"Study here. You guys can stay over. Come on, one more game. Just one." Liam pleaded, making Sara sit up straighter, crossing her legs on the bed. If there was one thing she knew, it was her best friend. And her best friend was afraid. Unnaturally so.

"You okay?" Mason asked, starting to catch onto Liam's odd behaviour. Liam glanced at the floor. "Nnno, you're right. You should go. I should probably study too." Liam said, not looking at Mason. "See you at school." Liam said flatly.

Mason glanced at Sara, she nodded. Patting the doorframe, Mason disappeared down the steps.

"You heading out too?" Liam asked, bending his head over to look at her. Sara shook her head, sliding next to him on the floor. "Do you remember in 3rd grade when we went to the zoo?" Sara asked. Liam turning to her, raising his eyebrows.

"Do you remember what happened before we went?"

Liam nodded. "Yeah, you tried faking sick for a week just to get out of it."

"Unfortunately it's very hard to do that when your mothers a nurse." Sara said sourly. "Anyway, do you remember what you told me on the bus ride there? I remember, you took my hand like this," Sara said taking his hand gently, a small smile flickering on Liam's lips.

"And you said, 'You don't want to tell me, that's fine. But I want to remember, as long as you're holding my hand. You're safe."

"So, Liam. As long as you're holding my hand. You're safe." Sara whispered, squeezing his hand. Liam smiled, pulling her into a hug.

"So, sleepover!" Sara said jumping up. "What should we do first?"

"Make more popcorn and hot chocolate," Liam said jumping up as well.

"Call Scott, Stiles and my mom so they don't have all the deputies looking for me again."

"We could binge watch FRIENDS!" the two said at the same time.

Sun streamed into the room, making Sara wonder: why on Earth didn't they blow it up already. Couldn't they just sleep? Nap time for at least another six hours? "No," Sara grumbled, burying herself deeper into the covers.

"Go away." she moaned, the sun still managing to blind her. "Stupid, bloody-Ah!" she cried landing on the floor. Hard. "Sara!" Liam said jumping up, leaning over the bed. "It's okay, I landed on the floor." Sara said groggily, rubbing her eyes. "It's a good floor. Solid floor."

"Floor?"

"Hey," Sara said, getting up, throwing her pillow at him. "We would not be having this conversation if you slept in one or two positions, you move constant."

"So do you!" Liam said, catching it, tucking it under his arm, already trying to fall back asleep. Sara scowled, yanking it back. "Yeah, but I am not a super strong werewolf who the body temperature of like a 100 degrees. Your hot, I mean, I know I am, but for you it's just excessive!"

Liam started laughing. "What?" Sara said, squeezing the pillow. "What is…oh, yeah I hear it now."

"Hey Sara," Malia greeted opening her locker next Sara's, taking a deep sniff. "Why do you smell like Liam?"

Sara shrugged, leaning against her locker. "Sleepover."

"Like me and Stiles?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows. Sara yawned shaking her head. "Similar, but different." she said, pulling out some books from her locker, tucking them into her bag. Malia leaned against her locker. "How?"

"How was your test?" Sara asked, adjusting her shirt. "Oh, I passed! See," Malia said, holding up her test. "C-, that great Malia!" Sara said happily.

"Sara," Scott said, walking up to them. "Hey, Scott," Sara said, her smile dropping when she saw his face. "What's wrong?"

"Its Liam." Scott said, folding his arms. "What happened?" Sara asked, closing her locker.

"He's acting weird." Scott said, glancing back at the gym room. "Pushing people away…He almost hurt himself on the lifting weights-"

Sara sighed, pinching the bridge between her nose. "I don't know. I mean, I know he's afraid of something. He just won't tell me what." she said, sliding her hands into her pockets. "Stubborn jerk ward."

Scott sighed, scratching the back of his neck. "Check in on him?"
Sara nodded, following his gaze to the gym room. "Of course."

"Oh, and I uh, wanted to tell you. I'll be home late. I've got a date with Kira." Scott said, handing her his house key (she lost hers, long story). "Thanks," Sara said, tucking the keys into her jeans pocket.

"Okay I'll see you later." Scott said, giving Malia a smile, patting Sara's shoulder as he left. "Bye," Sara said waving him off, turning to Malia, pulling out 20 dollars. "Wanna get milkshakes too celebrate?"

"Did you just-?"
"Yep."

Malia smiled, her eyes flickering to Sara's then back at her locker. "Strawberry?"

"Naturally," Sara replied, a cheeky smirk on her face. Malia grinned grabbing her bag. Sara sliding hers over her shoulder. "Race you."

"So, what are we watching?" Sara asked, jumping onto Stiles bed. "Ocean's 11, Murder on the Orient Express, Now You See Me?" Sara suggested, watching Stiles set down the popcorn.

"I was thinking, more Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, then slowly move into Ocean's territory." Stiles said, sitting down next to her. Malia coming up, throwing her bag on the floor. "What you guys doing?"

"Movie night." the two said, Sara tossing some popcorn in the air for Stiles to catch. He missed. "Technically pre-game movie night. Big ones after the game." Stiles added.

"You wanna join?" Sara asked, patting the space on her left. Malia shrugged crawling onto the bed, Stiles sliding in the DVD. "What's Harry Potter?"

Sara gasped staring at her, before glancing at Stiles. "Rewatch all the Harry Potter movies?"

"Rewatch all the Harry Potter movies."

"Heard anything from Scott?" Sara asked closing Roscoe (The Jeep)'s door, sliding her bag onto her shoulder. "Yeah. Everything's fine. He said he might be late." Stiles replied, patting his jeep as they walked into the empty school. "You know the games not till later, right?"

"I know, I just wanna come early to wish you, Liam, Kira and Scott lu-" Sara stopping short, spotting a familiar Devenford Prep player jump out of his bus. "Hey Brett!" Sara called, waving at him. Brett smiled waving back, shooting her a wink.

"Sure it was us you wanted to wish luck?" Stile asked, playful knocking her against on the shoulder.

Sara rolled her eyes. "It's not like that. He's really nice, plus almost dying together and fighting together." she said, clapping her hands together. "It builds a bond."

Stile shrugged, leaning over to get a better look of Brett. "You sure it's not the abs?"

"Stiles!" Sara said, slapping him on the shoulder, dragging him inside the high school. "Ow, hey I'm just checking. Just in case," he said, walking towards the boy's locker room, closing the door. Sara paused standing outside the locker room. "Of what? Stiles? In case of what?"

"In case I need to beat him up, or something." Stiles said, shooting death glare down the corridor. "Give a little, you know—" he said bobbing his head around awkwardly.

Sara chuckled, throwing an arm around Stiles, patting his arm. "I think you took got one too many lacrosse balls to the head, my brother."

"Is Lori coming to the game?" Sara asked, leaning against the bench. The Devenford Prep boys had been practicing on the field and now the Beacon Hill's Cyclones were out to practice.

"Nah, she's having a sleepover with her friends tonight." Brett said, tying his shoelaces. Sara nodded, brushing so hair out of her face, catching Stiles looking pointedly at them. Sara rolled her eyes, mouthing. 'Stop it!'

"How's not being hunted going for you?" Brett asked, looking up. Sara pulling her gaze from Stiles, smiling; her rich chocolate brown hair shining in the setting sun. "Pretty good," she hummed, glaring at Stiles from the corner of her eye. "You?"

"Really good," Brett said straightening up, leaning his head back. "But I could find a good enough excuse to text this awesome girl who saved my life, it was really annoying."

Sara snorted, raising her eyebrows. "Really?"

"It was worth a shot," Brett said smirking. "Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot." Sara said, swinging her legs back and forth.

"That day, with the assassins. Why were you afraid of losing control?" he asked. Sara stiffened, her heart rate increasing, her swinging decreasing instantly. "You don't have to answer, if you don't want to." Brett added hastily.

Sara swallowed hard, plastering a smile on her face. "It's okay." Sara said, smiling, one that Brett seemed to know was fake. Sara licked her lips, glancing up at the sky the last lights of day starting to settle.

"Um," Sara said, glancing behind her. "Scott should be here by now." she said jumping up. "I'm just going to go check on him. I'll-I'll see you later?" Sara said, running into the school before he could say anything.

Sighing to himself, Brett clenched his fist before getting up and walking away.

"Everything's fine. I got a text from him this morning and he said he might be a little late." Stiles said reassuringly. Sara pushing the doors to the boys locker room open, ignoring the odd looks she received. "Well, how late is late? Is he always late? We're playing Devenford Prep again and this time it's an actual game. He shouldn't be late." Liam said rapidly.

"Who shouldn't be late?" Coach asked, walking towards the two boy and Sara, who was hovering behind them. Sara raised her eyebrows as the three shared looks. Sara had Coach as her Coach for her soccer team when she was in middle school. She knew what he was like. Who was going to answer him?

After a few seconds, Liam braved the silence. "Scott and Kira."

"They might be slightly late." Stiles added, Sara shifting on her feet slightly. Coach stared at the three. "Slightly late is still late." he stammered. "What are they doing?"

"It's a good question, which we do not have an answer for…" Sara mumbled, pursing her lips in a 'what-can-ya-do' face. "They're doing something that's going to make them slightly late." Stiles said scratching his neck.

"What could Scott and Kira be doing right now that's more important than playing in the first game?" Coach asked, Liam, Stiles and Sara glanced at each other.

Coach turned to Sara. "Other McCall, where the hell's your brother?" Sara shrugged.

Stiles sighed. "Oh, Coach."

"Nervous?" Sara asked, as they took their seats on the bench. Liam glanced behind him. "Don't bother, they're not here." Sara said, rubbing her hands together. "They're not?" Liam asked. Sara shook her head. "Yep."

"Okay, what's really going on?" Stiles asked, glancing at Liam. "Are you nervous about the full moon? It's not for another 24 hours."

Liam glanced up at the almost full moon. "Liam, you're gonna be fine. Okay? Just try not to rage out on anyone." Stiles said encouragingly. "You're not worried?" Liam asked, still shooting the sky a few looks. "Okay, I'm mildly concerned. Mildly." Stiles said, pulling out his phone texting Scott.

"We're gonna lose without him." Liam mumbled. "No you're not, because you guys are great players, and you worked so hard. You're going to fine," Sara said, rubbing his shoulder, giving it a slap that made him look at her widely. She withdrew her hand, opting to play with her hands.

"Princess's right, we can be just as good without Scott. Okay?" Stiles said, pulling on his gloves. "I've been practicing. Let me tell you something. I'm getting good. Really good." Stiles said, getting up.

"We're doomed." Sara said, the whistle blowing loudly. "Good luck," Sara said, jogging to the stands, sliding in next to Malia and the Sheriff.

"Oh," Sara groaned, Stiles slamming on the ground for what seemed like the hundredth time. "I think he's going to be okay this time." Malia said, a few Devenford Prep students, tackled him to the ground. "Nevermind."

"Devenford's ripping them apart." Sara mumbled, Stiles was once again thrown into the air, landing on ground again. One of the Devenford players ran to the goal, scoring.

"Come on!" Coach yelled, hissing and spitting: in short throwing a small tantrum.

Stiles came over to them. "Scott and Kira haven't showed up. I'm gonna go look for them, see if there okay." he said to the three; Sheriff nodded. "I'll go with you."

"I'll come too." Sara said, rubbing her hands together. "If its Kate and her Berserkers. I'll be able to help." Sara said quickly, making the Sheriff close his mouth, nodding curtly.

"Want me to stay here if he shows up?" Malia asked, glancing between them and the game. "Yes." Stiles said, the three jumping up walking to the jeep. "See you soon, be careful." Sara called over her shoulder. Malia sighing, jogging back to her seat.

"Whoa," Sara said, staring at the wreckage that Braeden and Derek were surveying. "What the hell happened?" Stiles asked, coming in. "It was supposed to be a date." Derek explained, tucking his hands into his pockets. "They were both here?" Sheriff Stilinski said, pointing to the destroyed room.

"And they're both gone." Braeden said, Sara walked around the room, lightly touching a dried up bloodied pillar. "This is Scott's blood." Sara whispered, drawing back.

"Hey," Stiles said, his phone to his ear. "Scott and Kira. We just don't know where." Stiles said, listen closely before hanging up. "Mexico. Scott and Kira are in Mexico."

"Don't suppose he took her there for their date?" Sara said dryly. "Fantastic. Just what we needed, more things trying to kill us." she whispered.

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