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'isaac? stay safe. don't do anything stupid. oh, and one more thing, tell stiles i'll watch gossip girl with him if he makes a shot. love you dude, don't get killed'

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Stiles was sat in the guidance counsellors office, having a meeting with Ms. Morrell, the school's new guidance counsellor. Lottie had advised him to make the visit as he'd been struggling the past few days since the night of Matt's death. So she sat in wait outside whilst he vented.

"You know, when you're drowning, you don't actually inhale until right before you're about to black out. It's called voluntary apnea." He said to Ms Morrell as he tightened the knots on his lacrosse stick. His hands were fiddling non-stop at the minute, if he wasn't holding Lottie's hand, his hands weren't still. "It's like no matter how much you're freaking out, the instinct to not let water in is so strong, you won't open your mouth until you feel like your head's exploding."

What he hadn't mentioned was, since learning about the true nature of Matt's death, he'd done copious amounts of research whilst Lottie was asleep next to him. And he wasn't thinking about the trauma Matt went through... no, he was thinking of the hours of torture Lottie went through, all alone.

"But when you finally do let it in, that's when it stops hurting. It's not scary anymore. It's actually kind of peaceful." He finished. It's the only thing that brought him peace when he began to panic about Lottie drowning over and over again. It's like the whole situation had reminded him of how scary Lottie's situation actually was. And how nobody ever spoke about it. Not even Lottie.

"Are you saying you hope Matt felt some peace in his last moments?" Morrell asked.

"I don't feel sorry for him. If that's what you're asking." He answered, glancing up at the window, before returning his gaze to the window, seeing Lottie sat outside waiting for him.

"Can you feel sorry for the nine year-old Matt who drowned?" Morrell continued her questions.

"Just because a bunch of dumbasses dragged him into a pool when he couldn't swim doesn't mean he's allowed to kill them off one-by one. And, by the way, did you know his favourite pastime was taking pictures of Lottie? She told my dad she saw some on his camera and when they searched his computer, they found hundreds, if not thousands of pictures. And not just of her. Matt Photoshopped himself into them. Stuff like them holding hands and kissing. Like he'd built this whole fake relationship. So drowning might have sent him off the rails, but the dude was definitely riding the crazy train." Stiles rambled. The fury he had felt when he found out was incomparable, however the fury his dad felt almost matched.

"One positive thing came out of it, though. Right?" Morrell tried, reminding Stiles that his father had been given his job and badge back, officially reinstated as Sheriff.

"Yeah, but it still feels like there's something wrong between us. Like there's this tension whenever we talk. Same thing with Scott."

"Not Lottie?"

"Never Lottie. She's been staying with us since that night. She's the uh- the only one that can help me get to sleep." Stiles admitted bashfully. He just felt at ease around the girl and what he needed right now was ease.

"Have you talked to Scott since that night?"

"Not really. He's got his own problems to deal with..." Stiles admitted cautiously. Since Melissa had found out about Scott being a werewolf, tensions were running high in the McCall household, with the older woman ignoring her son who was desperate to explain and talk it through with her. He had replied to one of Lottie's texts saying he'd speak to her soon but other than that? Nothing. "No, I'm pretty sure he hasn't talked to Allison either. But that's more her choice, I think."

Allison had been MIA since that night, she hadn't replied to any of Lottie's texts nor Scott's messages for their clandestine meetings. She'd just stopped answering. "Her mom dying hit her really hard. But I guess it kind of brought her and her dad closer." Stiles explained.

"What about Jackson? He's a part of your group isn't he?"

"Not really? I mean he's a mutual acquaintance I guess? He hasn't really been himself lately." Stiles sighed before looking away from the Lottie and back to Morrell. "Thing is, right now, Lydia's the one who seems the most normal. And Lottie, but she has a way of making everything okay." Stiles trailed off. No matter what, he always found himself talking about or thinking about Lottie.

"And what about you, Stiles?" Morrell finally asked. "Feeling any anxiety about the championship game tomorrow night?"

Stiles furrowed his brow as he mumbled his answer, he was in the middle of chewing the strings on his lacrosse stick anxiously, "Why would you ask that?" He then realised how anxious he must look and removed the stick from his mouth with a sigh. "I never actually play. But hey, since one teammate is dead and the other missing, who knows?" He joked sarcastically.

"You mean, Isaac? One of the three runaways. You haven't heard from any of them, have you?"

Stiles ignored the question. He hadn't heard from any of them personally. He knew Lottie had heard from Isaac though, ever since the night of Erica's big seizure, those two had been texting back and forth, organising when and how Isaac was going to move into Lottie's spare room.

"How come you're not taking notes?" He asked suspiciously.

"I do my notes after the session." She loosely explained.

"Your memory is that good?"

"How about we get back to you?" She pushed, sensing his hesitation. "Stiles?"

"I'm fine. Except I'm barely sleeping, only when I'm practically squashing Lottie. The jumpiness. And this constant, overwhelming, crushing fear that something incredibly terrible is going to happen." Stiles ranted.

"It's called hyper vigilance. It's the persistent feeling of being under threat."

"It's not just a feeling. It's like I'm about to have a panic attack. Like I can't even breathe." Stiles explained, allowing a morsel of vulnerability to shine through as he spoke to the counsellor.

"Like you're drowning?" Morrell suggested. When she received a nod from Stiles, she continued. "​​So if you're drowning and you're keeping your mouth closed up until that last moment, what if you choose to not open your mouth? To not let the water in?"

"You do anyway. It's a reflex." Stiles replied, matter-of-factly. .

"But if you can hold off until the reflex kicks in, then you have more time, right?" Morrell pushed.

"Not much time." Stiles said, not showing any enthusiasm in entertaining this logic.

"But more time to fight your way to the surface? More time to be rescued?" She added. Stiles breathed deeply, closing his eyes as flashes of Lottie running into his arms appeared behind his closed lids. He slowly opened his eyes and replied.

"More time to be in agonising pain. Remember the part where you feel like your head's exploding?" Stiles scoffed. He didn't want to be the one that always needed rescuing anymore.

"If it means survival, isn't a little agony worth it?" Morrell offered.

"What if it just gets worse? What if it's agony now and hell later on?"

"Then think about something Winston Churchill once said: If you're going through hell... keep going." Stiles nodded as the timer went off and he let out a sigh as the tension left his shoulders. He practically sprinted to the door as he was let go. Lottie was standing with open arms waiting for him. She knew he didn't want to talk to Morrell but she was glad he did. Sometimes talking to someone helps.

"How was it?" She asked whilst hugging her best friend.

"A little helpful. Although I think I'd have gotten better advice from you, she wasn't too bad. A lot to think about." Stiles rambled, pulling back from the hug but keeping his arms around her waist. She smiled up at him.

"Well we can talk about anything you like. Anytime. Always." She pecked both of his cheeks in between words.

"Do you think Scott will talk to us again soon?"

Lottie sighed, looking down, "Eventually, I mean I need to go round soon anyway. I don't expect him to explain to Melissa about me. He barely knows about me. Fuck, I barely know about me. But I mean, between his mum ignoring him and Allison ignoring him... he's going through it."

"So are we. Ignoring us isn't gonna help him." Stiles sighed as he took Lottie's hand and led her out of the school."We are the solvers."

"We are. But right now Scott needs space. And we need a movie night so let's go." She grinned, tugging him to Roscoe. "And you need to sing me Taylor Swift."

"Why do I have to sing?" He pouted jokingly.

"Because I can't anymore. I can't control the siren aspect so I don't really feel like distracting you and causing a crash." She laughed as he helped her into the passenger seat.

"Trust me, I don't need you to be a siren to distract me." He mumbled as he shut the door. "So what are we singing?"

"Hm," Lottie thought aloud, "I need to chill so, maybe let's put on 'You Are In Love'?" She thought aloud, not really giving much thought to the lyrics of the song she'd suggested.

"Perfect." Stiles grinned, he knew virtually all of Taylor's discography at this point, and this song was perfect. The music began to play in the background as Lottie patted her fingers against her thigh in time with the beat as Stiles began to hum the lyrics.

"Stiles..." Lottie whined, "You have to sing. Do it properly."

Stiles grinned as his favourite part came on, "And for once, you let go, of your fears and your ghosts, one step, not much," He sang as he pointed a finger out to Lottie, smiling as she laughed at his out of tune singing, she linked her finger with his as he continued to sing, "one night, he wakes, strange look on his face."

Stiles continued to sing as he slowly began to approach a stop light, looking over at Lottie. "Pauses, then says, 'You're my best friend,' and you knew, what it was, he is in-"

"Stiles!" Lottie called out, slamming a hand onto Stiles' chest. "You almost ran the red!" She screeched as a car cut across in front of them. Stiles let out a shaky breath. What could have been a romantic moment that let him reveal his feelings turned into an almost car wreck.

"I'm sorry, I was distracted." He apologised as he began to drive as the lights went green.

"It's okay, there are worse ways to go, I'm with my favourite person and was listening to the queen herself." She smiled over at him.

"You're my favourite person too, you know?"

"I better be." She grinned. "Eyes on the road Batman."

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Across the town Isaac was standing in the veterinary clinic with Scott and Deaton, updating Scott and seeking advice.

"They're leaving tonight." Isaac told Scott. Boyd and Erica had apparently found another pack and were leaving in hopes of joining them.

"Why are you telling me?" Scott asked, confused.

"​​I'm not telling you. I'm asking. Asking for advice. Do you think I should go?" Isaac asked, looking down at the ground. He didn't want to go. He wanted to stay, move in with Lottie, but he knew leaving might just be best for everyone.

"Why are you asking me? Why aren't you going to Lotts with this?" Scott asked, completely baffled.

"Because she'll tell me to stay. She's biased. She trusts you. I trust you. And you're the only one - aside from Lottie - who seems like he's always trying to do the right thing." Isaac shrugged.

"I usually have no idea what I'm doing. Actually, I always have no idea what I'm doing.I usually look to Lotts and Stiles." Scott sighed, he needed his best friends.

"How about you just tell me what you're going to do now?"

"I'm not going anywhere if that's what you mean. I have too many people who need me." Scott replied, thinking of Allison, Stiles, Lottie, his mother, the Sheriff. Just to name a few of the people he was determined to protect.

"I guess I'm lucky then. I don't have anyone." Isaac stepped back, feeling glum.

"Don't let Lotts hear you say that. You underestimate how much she cares about you. She's opened her doors for you, her arms and cares more than you know. You have her if not anybody else." Scott ranted, he didn't like it when people didn't appreciate Lottie and her friendship. "Are you really gonna go with them?"

Isaac slowly nodded, "Yeah, I guess so. Good luck on the game tonight by the way."

"Lotsa is gonna be heartbroken. But thanks, I'm not going either."

"You weren't at practise the other day, were you?" Isaac asked, turning back.

"No, I skipped it. Why?"

"Then you didn't hear?"

"Hear what?" Scott asked, growing tired of the way Isaac was dancing around telling him.

"Jackson was there."

Scott blanched, he looked up at Isaac, "What do you mean there? Like practising with the team? Like normal?"

"Like nothing's happened."

"But then does that mean--the game? Tonight?"

"Yeah... He's playing." Isaac confirmed.

"Fuck..."

"My thoughts exactly."

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Lottie entered her home with a sigh, the lacrosse game was tonight and since the night of Matt's death she felt like she hadn't had a break. She dropped her bag down and slid down the door until she was sitting on the floor. So much had happened recently and it was still happening, she just wanted a minute to breathe. Of course, that wasn't about to happen. A creak drew her attention. Lifting her head up from her hands she saw Isaac standing with a bag in his hands.

"If you're about to tell me you're leaving I'm gonna have a full blown breakdown." She sighed, putting her head back into her hands. Isaac dropped the bag and walked over to the girl, sitting next to her and wrapping an arm around her.

"Are you still gonna have a breakdown if I say I was going to, but changed my mind?" Isaac offered as Lottie lifted her head up and rested it on his shoulder.

"Yes... No... Maybe. Why would you leave? We are gonna be roommates?" Lottie asked.

"I- I just feel- felt sorry- like it wouldn't make a difference, nobody needs me. Nobody has ever needed me." He trailed off, looking at his feet as they lay out in front of him.

Lottie turned in her seat and gave him a glare, "Nobody needs you? Isaac, you're smarter than that. Derek needs you, you're a part of his pack. Erica and Boyd needed you. You were their example-"

"But they're leaving-"

"I need you! You're one of my best friend's Isaac. You're so important. And the fact you don't realise that breaks my heart. Look. Your mother left this earth too soon, through no fault of her own but you were left with a father that didn't deserve you. He treated you awfully, words cannot express the trauma you've been through and the love you should've received. But he's gone now. And I'm here. I'll give you that care, that love, because that's what friends do." She swore, looking into his eyes.

"Lottie..." Isaac started, a tear falling down as he looked back at her, "You really mean that?"

"I'd never lie to you."

"You're my best friend, you know that right. I don't really have any. But you, you're the best friend anyone could ask for." He whispered.

"Isaac. You're important. You're needed. And you're staying. So let's unpack this bag and get you ready." Lottie grinned, wiping his tears as she stood up, holding out a hand for him.

"Ready for what?"

"You've got a lacrosse game to win." She smirked.

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"Come on! We're gonna be late!" Lottie shouted as she jumped out her car and ran around to Isaac and tried to drag the werewolf out of the car.

"Go ahead! I need to change! If you leave now you can make Coach's speech. It's always fun." Isaac grinned down at the girl as she hugged him and ran off.

"Good luck!"

Lottie made her way to the bleachers, stopping in her tracks when she saw Jackson sitting there. That was a development she was unaware of. Cautiously she made her way over to Stiles who jumped in his seat when she sat next to him.

"Where have you been?!" Stiles quietly fumed, she was so late.

"Getting you guys another player. Sorry. Pause, what the fuck is Jackson doing here?"

"I have no-"

"In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world and you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind." Coach began his annual speech, causing the crowd to not only silence but also become incredibly confused. "Mankind. That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests. Perhaps it's fate that today is the fourth of July and you will once again be fighting for our freedom. Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution, but from annihilation." The crowd cheered, going along with the speech as even though it was very misplaced, it was rather uplifting.

Melissa leant forward from her seat in the crowd, leaving closer to Stiles and keeping a wide berth from Lottie who just smiled politely, "What the hell is he talking about?"

"He does this every year." Stiles sighed.

"We're fighting for our right to live." Coach continued.

"Is this-"

"The speech from Independence Day? It sure is.It's Coach's favourite movie, he does this every single year." Lottie answered, she didn't want the older woman to fear her, but she'd not exactly had a chance to explain herself.

"Doesn't he know any sports speeches?"

"I don't think he cares." Stiles replied as Coach continued.

"We're going to live on! We're going to survive! Today, we celebrate our Independence Day!" The team and the crowd went crazy, stomping their feet and shouting. Lottie covered her ears. The noise was so loud, she felt bad for Scott wondering how that must feel for him with his heightened hearing. The boy was standing not too far away and Melissa saw this as an opportunity to approach him but Stiles stopped her just in time as then, Gerard took his place in front of the microphone, about to give his own little speech.

"Well spoken, Coach." Gerard spoke as he clapped. "I might have chosen something with a little more historical value but there's no denying your passion. And while I haven't been here long, there's no denying my pride in having a winning team for this school. I know you'll all be brilliant tonight, even with only one Co-Captain leading you." Lottie glanced over to Scott who looked just as surprised as she was. "Now, I'm your principal, but also a fan. So don't think I'm content to watch you merely beat this team. Get out there and murder them."

"Tell me I'm not the only one who thinks that has a double meaning?" Lottie mumbled to Stiles who just looked at her with worry in his eyes.

"You heard the man! Asses on the field!" Coach shouted to the team as they all cheered, charging out onto the field as Scott stood and approached the man.

"Are you benching me?" Scott asked the Coach as Lottie eavesdropped.

"It's not my decision." Coach sighed. Lottie stood and approached the duo, determined to help.

"Coach, you aren't seriously benching your best player on the night of the biggest game of the season? Seriously?" Lottie mused as she approached, a face like thunder, making the older man gulp.

"McCall! You're failing three classes." Coach turned to Lottie. "He's failing three classes. Academics come first."

"Okay, you don't have to repeat it. I heard you the first time. He needs to play though. Or we WILL lose." Lottie fumed.

"Not tonight. Tonight, McCall, you're on the bench." Coach finished as he walked away.

"Come on Scotty, we'll figure it out." Lottie told the boy, sympathy dripping in her tone as she grabbed his hand and dragged him to where she'd been sitting with Stiles. She wasn't supposed to be on the bench but Coach gave up on telling her to stop years ago.

"Your dad coming?" Scott asked Stiles as he sat down.

"He's already here." Stiles nodded to the bleachers where Stilinski was sitting next to Melissa.

"Oh he's so precious." Lottie mumbled, holding a hand to her heart, she adored Noah Stilinski so much. "Let's do a quick roll call though, no sign of Allycat or Lydipad guys."

"Do you know what's going on?" Stiles asked Scott.

"Not yet." Scott replied.

"It's going to be bad, isn't it? People screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?" Stiles sighed.

"Looks like it." Scott answered, more downtrodden then he'd ever been.

"Scott," Stiles started, looking down at his hands as he fiddled with them before Lottie clasped them both in her own small hands, "The other night. Seeing my dad get hit by Matt while I'm lying there and I can't even move. It just... I want to help. But I can't do the things you can. I can't..." He trailed off. Lottie looked at the boy with a deep sadness, a certain type of helplessness was written all over Stiles' face and she didn't know how to fix it.

"It's okay." Scott offered, there was an undertone of warmth coating his tone as he looked at his two best friends.

"We're losing dude." Stiles looked lost.

"What are you talking about? Game hasn't even started. Now put on your helmet and get out there. You're in for Greenberg." Coach interrupted the sad moment. Coach was putting Stiles on the field.

"What? What happened to Greenburg?" Stiles stuttered.

"He sucks. You suck slightly less."

"I'm playing? On the field? With the team?" Stiles asked, as Lottie stood up and started jumping and clapping in excitement.

"Unless you'd like to play with yourself?" Coach offered as Lottie abruptly stopped jumping, her mouth dropping open in shock.

"Nah. I already did that today. Twice." Stiles offered as Lottie reached for his helmet and began to put it on his head. In hopes of shutting him up more than anything.

"Stiles. Go out there and show Coach why you should play more! You've got this." She cheered for him as he turned to look at his friend and the love of his life. With a nod from Scott he began to move onto the pitch only for Lottie to hold him back. "I'll sit with your dad, keep an eye on him. But you have to promise me. If it all goes wrong, you get yourself out of here. If anything- if anything were to happen-"

"Lotts, I'll be okay. Just- stay safe. I lov-"

"STILINSKI GET YOUR ASS ON THE PITCH NOW!" Coach shouted as Stiles sighed and hugged Lottie one last time before running onto the pitch.

Lottie sent Scott a nod, "Just call my name if you need me. I'm ready whenever." She mumbled to him as she made her way up to Stilinski and Melissa.

"Why's my son running onto the field?" Stilinski asked.

"Noah, he's on the team." Lottie chuckled as she sat next to the older man.

"He is. He's on the team. He's on the field. My son's on the field!" Stilinski cheered as he stood and shouted. The crowd laughed in endearment as Lottie smiled fondly at the man.

Lottie's grin only got bigger when she saw a certain strawberry blond make her way over. "LYDIPAD!" She shouted out as the girl sat next to her.

"Oh Lo, I've missed you." Lydia sighed as she hugged the girl. It'd been so hectic recently the two had barely seen each other. Whilst the two caught each other up, Scott was being threatened by Gerard.

"Let's put a real clock on this game, Scott." Gerard spoke across the benches to Scott, who refused to look in his direction. "I'll give you until the last thirty seconds. When that scoreboard clock begins counting down from thirty, if you haven't given me Derek, Jackson is going to kill someone. So tell me who's going to die tonight, Scott? Should it be your mother who so bravely came out to support you?" Scott turned slightly to the crowd, frowning at his mothers concerned face.

"Or the Sheriff? Your best friend's father? Or how about the pretty little redhead who managed to survive the bite of an Alpha? Or better yet, why don't I get Jackson to kill that freak of a friend of yours. Creatures like her shouldn't live anyway." Scott's breathing began to stutter at the words being spoken. Lottie deserved more than this world had to offer and not a single thing less.

"Maybe one of these innocent teenagers with their whole life ahead of them? Or should I do everyone a favour and kill that ridiculous Coach? It's up to you, Scott. But you are going to help me take Derek down. Because if you don't? ​​I'll have Jackson rip someone's head off right in the middle of the field and drench everyone you love and care about in blood." Gerard finished as the whistle blew and the game began.

The game had been in play for a few minutes when the ball landed in Stiles' net, he stumbled for a moment too long when a player knocked him off his feet. Lottie cringed before realising her anger at Stiles' potential injury. She took a moment to control her breathing.

"Maybe he's just warming up." Lydia offered.

"Come on Stiles..." Lottie whispered.

This happened multiple times, Lottie growing more angry at the opposition as it did when something caught her eye. Isaac had finally showed. He looked up at the girl and shot her a grin as she sent him a thumbs up. Now they were levelling the playing field, both in lacrosse and Gerard's little chess game.

Isaac turned to Scott as he put his helmet on, "You have a plan yet?"

"Right now it's pretty much just keep Jackson from killing someone." Scott offered as a plan as Isaac looked out onto the field.

"That might be easier if you're in the game. We have to make it so Coach has no choice but to play you." Isaac said as he began to think.

"How do we do that? He's got a bench full of guys he can use before he ever puts me on the field." Scott asked, an idea coming to mind just as Isaac had the same thought. The newer werewolf looked at Scott with a grin. "Can you do it without putting anyone in the hospital?"

"I can try." Isaac offered as he jumped up and ran onto the pitch, turning to look at Lottie when he heard her speak to him.

"Isaac? Stay safe. Don't do anything stupid. Oh, and one more thing, tell Stiles I'll watch Gossip Girl with him if he makes a shot. Love you dude, don't get killed." Isaac smirked and sent her a nod as he began his plan of knocking out his own tema so that Scott could play. The plan worked for a while, until Isaac went down... and didn't get back up.

"I'll be back in one minute." Lottie told the trio of people around her as she ran down to the pitch and over to Isaac. "Are you okay? Is he okay?"

"It's not broken. But I can't move it. I think Jackson nicked me. I can feel it spreading." Isaac told her quietly. "Stay here. Watch over the Sheriff and Melissa. Gerard's not done." Lottie nodded at the boy, watching as he was carted off. Scott turned to her and for a second, all Lottie could see was the little boy who offered her one of his monster trucks in the sand box back in kindergarten. It made her feel a certain hollowness, that youth was long gone.

"Scott?" Lottie called out. He glanced back at her as he made to enter the pitch. "Destroy him." If Scott didn't end Gerard, she would. She'd had enough and would take his blood on her hands if it stopped this madness. Anything to protect the ones she loved.

Scott was only on the pitch for a moment before he disappeared. Lottie knew something was going to happen, she could feel it in her gut. But right now, Stiles had the ball in his net and no real opposition near him.

"Oh crap.." Stilinski mumbled, looking through his fingers.

"Shoot it Stiles." Lottie said in her normal voice. "Shoot it!" She shouted as Stiles turned and launched the ball into the back of the neck as the crowd went wild.

"I scored a goal? I scored a goal. I scored a goal!" Stiles cheered as he looked up to the bleachers to see his father and his love hugging and cheering.

And then it happened again. And again. Stiles was on fire, he couldn't stop scoring. He was like a man possessed. He was gonna win them the game. After scoring the goal that set Beacon Hills ahead by one point, Stiles looked up at Lottie, a smile that was only reserved for him was on her face. He was gonna tell her. Tonight. No matter what. He had to tell her he loved her.

Ten seconds left on the clock. Nine... Eight... Seven...

Scott looked around in a panic. There were too many people. He couldn't save them. Six... Five... Four... He'd failed. Three... Two...

One.

The scoreboard clocked zero and the crowd went ballistic. Stilinski jumped to his feet and pulled Lottie in the air, hugging her tightly. "That's our boy right there." He whispered in her ear. He knew she loved him, just as his son loved her. He was their boy.

"That's for sure." She smiled as she was put back on the ground and Lydia squeezed her into a hug. "My Batman." She smiled as she saw Stiles picked up by his teammates as they cheered his name.

Lottie looked over to Scott who looked confused and her smile slowly slid off her face as one by one the stadium lights began to switch off, leaving the crowd in complete darkness. Lottie clutched onto Stilinski and Lydia tightly, determined to protect them. Of course, in keeping her promise to protect Stilinski, there was one person who was left out in the open. And as Lottie heard a scream, her blood ran cold.