BEACON HILLS PRESERVE

[Scott, Aurora, and Stiles have just crossed the creek in the nature preserve as they attempt to find both the top half of the body Scott found the night before as well as the inhaler he dropped in the process. The three are talking about the day's practice as their feet get wet in the water]

SCOTT: I-I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I-I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things.

STILES: Smell things? Like what?

Scott: like the cherry lip balm in Aura's bag.

Aurora: And the mint mojito gum in your pocket.

[Stiles makes a face as though he thinks Scott and Aurora are crazy]

STILES: I don't even have any mint mojito--

[Stiles checks the inner breast pocket of his blazer and finds, much to his surprise, that there is a single piece of folded-up mint mojito gum, just as Aurora sensed. Scott raises both of his arms to the side as if to say, "I told you so." Stiles considers this for a moment before he continues]

"That's insane"

"Moony, what's in my pocket" James whispers to him while Remus just gives him a 'really?' look.

STILES: So all this started with the bite?

[Stiles and Aurora seems to find this intriguing, while Scott, ever the nurse's son, is concerned that something is wrong with him]

SCOTT: What if it's like an infection? Like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?

[Stiles gets a small smirk on his face and shares a look with Aurora before both of them try to make themselves look as serious as possible, which Scott, who is walking in front of them, doesn't catch]

"You two are always up to something' Noah says shaking his head at the pair who smile innocently at their dad.

STILES: You know what? I actually think I've heard of this-- it's a specific kind of infection.

SCOTT: Are you serious?

Aurora: Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called lycanthropy.

Remus shifts uncomfortably in his seat which Aurora catches and she comes to a conclusion.

[Scott, still not realizing that Stiles and Aurora are messing with him, starts to panic]

SCOTT: What's that? Is that bad?

Aurora: Oh, yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month.

SCOTT: Once a month?

STILES: Mm-hmm. On the night of the full moon. Aroooo!

[Stiles fake-howls like a wolf, and Scott, annoyed, shoves him away, causing Stiles and Aurora to giggle in amusement]

People laugh in amusement while lily looks at the pair,  "you really shouldn't joke about things like that" which gets ignored by Stiles and Aurora who were too busy laughing.

STILES: Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling!

SCOTT: Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me! And you too Aurora!

STILES: I know! You guys are Werewolves! Rawrrr!

[Scott is clearly not impressed by this joke, and Stiles' demeanor becomes serious]

STILES: Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But, if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's 'cause Friday's a full moon.

"Uh oh"

[Scott stops walking and looks around, frowning when he doesn't see anything remarkable where they're standing]

SCOTT: No, I-I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler...

Aurora: Yeah I'm positive this is the spot.

STILES: Maybe the killer moved the body?

Aurora (sarcastically): that's reassuring.

SCOTT: If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are, like, eighty bucks.

[Scott, Aurora, and Stiles are still looking around when suddenly, a man in his early twenties with pale skin, black hair, a black leather jacket, and a scowl appears in front of them]

"You stalker" Aurora exclaims while hitting Derek on his chest who doesn't even bother to stop it.

"Maybe I just couldn't get away fro-" Derek starts before Stiles punches him in the arm, him and Scott both having unimpressed looks on their faces.

"That's my sister dude!" Stiles and Scott say causing Lydia, Aurora, and Derek to roll her eyes at the pair.

"Leave them alone, just cause you can't get with someone doesn't mean you ruin other people's relationships" Lydia says.

"Let her have this, she's been shipping Derek and Aura since day one" Allison says.

Harry looks at the scene with a sad look, he wished him and Aurora would be close in the future.

DEREK: What are you doing here?

[When Scott and Stiles, both of whom are visibly panicking, don't respond, and Aurora slightly steps in front of the two, the man's tone gets even gruffer]

DEREK: Huh? This is private property.

STILES: Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know.

[Derek's attention is focused on Scott and Aurora, who picks up where Stiles left off to try to relieve the tension]

SCOTT: Yeah, we were just looking for something, but...

[Scott was about to continue until Derek glares at him, after which point Scott loses his nerve and drops the subject]

"Sourwolf" Stiles and Aurora say under their breaths.

SCOTT: ...Uh, forget it.

Aurora: Actually you didn't happen to come across an inhaler, did you?

[Derek stares at her and then tosses Scott's inhaler at him before turning and heading back the way he came without a word, giving Scott and Aurora one last look and seemingly paying Stiles no attention whatsoever. Scott sighs and gets ready to turn back the opposite direction]

"That's so creepy"

"If i was there, I would run for the mountains"

"I don't think that's the expression Blaise"

"Nobody asked you anything, ever Malfoy"

SCOTT: Um... All right, come on, I gotta get to work.

[Before Scott can move, Stiles holds him his hand to physically stop him from walking away]

STILES: Dude, that was Derek Hale!

[When Scott looks at Stiles blankly, Stiles' expression becomes incredulous]

Aurora: You remember, right? He's only like a few years older than us.

SCOTT: [frowns] Remember what?

STILES: His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago.

[Scott looks both intrigued and concerned by this news]

Aurora: Stiles! You can't just go around talking about that. It's probably already hard on him to be back here.

"You're such a mom" Stiles says while Derek gives her a small smile which she returns, resting her head on his shoulder.

SCOTT: I wonder what he's doing back...

[Stiles scoffs, as though he thinks that nothing good can come of it, before walking away]

STILES: Come on.

[Stiles and Aurora finally turns back, and Scott, still looking toward where Derek headed out, slowly follows behind him]

BEACON HILLS ANIMAL CLINIC

[Night has fallen, and another thunderstorm has just started up as Scott walks to the front entrance of the animal clinic where he works as a veterinary technician. He looks outside with a concerned expression before locking the door and turning the sign on the door so it reads "CLOSED" instead of "OPEN"]

[In the employee bathroom, Scott has just set a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and some bandages on the shelf above the sink before lifting his shirt to change his dressing. However, when he peels away the tape and bloody gauze covering the bite he sustained the previous evening, he is stunned to find that it has already miraculously healed in less than one full day, with no scar or any mark whatsoever to indicate he had been injured at all. Scott gapes at himself in the reflection of the mirror for a moment while he ponders this situation]

"Did it ever occur to you guys to maybe go to the hospital"

[After apparently shrugging off the strange healing of his wounds, he gets back to work. He's in the middle of dragging a large bag of cat food into the "cat clinic" when he greets the cats who are boarded there]

SCOTT: Hey, kitties.

[Suddenly, the cats get extremely stirred up and start growling, meowing, and pawing at the cages in an attempt to get out to either flee or fight. Scott is so overwhelmed by the bizarre situations that keep happening to him that he hurries quickly out of the cat clinic before any of the boarders can hurt themselves or him]

"Isn't that everyone's reaction when they see you" Aurora says with an innocent smile as Scott half heartedly glares at her.

[Scott is just about to close up the clinic for the night when he senses something outside. Just then, a soaking wet Allison appears at the front door, crying and frantically pounding on the door with her fist. After Scott gets over the shock of seeing her so unexpectedly, he unlocks and opens the front door before greeting her awkwardly, unsure of what he should be expecting]

SCOTT: Hi...

[It's obvious that Allison is distraught about something, and she wastes no time rambling anxiously about what just happened to her]

ALLISON: I didn't see it. I took my eyes off the road for, like, two seconds to change the song on my iPod, and then this dog, it just came out of nowhere!

Sirius looks physically violated.

[Scott, who is listening to Allison intently, immediately tries to calm her down to get more information]

SCOTT: It's all right. It's all right. It's all right. It's all right. Do you remember where it happened, so I can send Animal Control to find it?

ALLISON: [sobbing] No! I mean, yes, I know where I hit it, but the dog is--

SCOTT: [patiently] Where is it?

"Aww I love how patient you are with her"

ALLISON: It's in my car.
[Scott follows Allison out into the pouring rain, where she has the dog, a white and gray collie, in the trunk of her hatchback car. The dog instantly starts growling at them, scaring Allison and causing her to jump backward. Scott, concerned, grabs her by the shoulders to steady her]

SCOTT: You okay?

[Allison nods as she catches her breath from all the crying, and Scott smiles gently]

SCOTT: She's just frightened.

ALLISON: That makes two of us.

SCOTT: Let me see if I have any better luck.

[Scott looks at the dog, maintaining eye contact and a stern look, which seems to instinctively trigger his newly-gained animal instincts. Suddenly, his irises glow bright gold, and the dog ultimately submits to him and stops growling]

"Woah no way"

"Moony how come your eye-" Sirius starts to whisper before Remus interrupts him.

"If either of you ask me one more thing about this, I will kill you" Remus says to both James and Sirius.

[Inside the clinic, Scott and Allison have brought the dog to the exam room, where Scott is checking the dog out for injuries]

SCOTT: I think her leg is broken. I've seen the doctor do plenty of splints. I can do it myself and then give her a painkiller for now.

[Allison nods gratefully, and Scott notices that she's shivering from the cold and the rain]

SCOTT: I have another shirt in my bag...

ALLISON: Oh, I don't want to trouble you.

[Scott grabs the shirt and hands it to her]

SCOTT: Here.

[Allison takes the shirt and goes into the other room to change. Scott catches a glimpse of Allison's bare back after she takes her shirt off, and the dog makes a harrumphing noise and sits up to give him a look, as though she's judging him. Scott makes a face at the dog in response]

Allison and Scott blush at that.

SCOTT: Here. What? I didn't see anything.

[Allison returns wearing his ivory long-sleeved tshirt, looking slightly embarrassed]

ALLISON: Thanks for doing this. I feel really stupid.

SCOTT: [frowns] How come?

[Allison looks down at the floor bashfully]

ALLISON: I don't know... 'Cause I freaked out like a total girl.

[Scott looks confused by this statement]

SCOTT: ...You are a girl...

[Allison laughs tiredly]

Aurora gives him a 'really?' look

ALLISON: I freaked out like a girly-girl, and I'm not a girly-girl.

SCOTT: [curiously] What kind of girl are you?

ALLISON: Tougher than that. At least, I thought I was.

[Scott smiles and tries to make her feel better]

SCOTT: Hey, I'd be freaked out too. In fact, I'd probably cry. And not like a man, either. Like the biggest girly-girl ever. It'd be pathetic.

ALLISON: Yeah, right...

[Scott looks down at the dog, whose arm now has a yellow splint that Scott seems to have doodled on in the interim, and starts petting her comfortingly]

SCOTT: So... It looks like she's gonna live. And I'm pretty sure she'll even let you pet her now, if you want.

[Allison looks pretty nervous about the prospect]

ALLISON: I don't think so.

[Scott smiles mischievously at Allison as if daring her to do it, knowing she'll feel better if she does]

SCOTT: Oh, come on. You don't want her to sue. I hear this breed is very litigious.

[Allison slowly reaches out and pets the dog along her side, and when she doesn't growl or try to move, Allison smiles and continues to pet her]

SCOTT: [happily] You see? She likes you.

"Not sure she's the only one that does"

[Scott and Allison stare at each other for a long moment before Allison looks confused]

ALLISON: What?

[Scott, realizing his staring was a little intense, looks away bashfully]

SCOTT: Uh. Sorry. You have an eyelash on your cheek.

ALLISON: Oh... from the crying.

[Allison wipes at her face to try to get it off but misses it, so Scott reaches out and gently brushes the eyelash off of her left cheekbone. Allison smiles, seemingly developing feelings for Scott just as he is for her]

Blaise slaps Theo's arm repeatedly as he gushes about Scott and Allison and Theo just rolls his eyes and lets him.

ALLISON: Thanks.

SCOTT: Yeah.

[The scene cuts to the parking lot, where Scott has just walked Allison out to her car. Scott looks nervous as Allison opens the driver's side door and tosses her wet shirt on the passenger seat, stammering as he tries to summon the nerve to ask her out]

SCOTT: So, um... I was wondering... I mean... Is it really family night on Friday, or do you think maybe you'd like to go to that party with me?

[Allison smiles when she realizes that she got called out on her fib from earlier]

ALLISON: Family night was a total lie.

SCOTT: So, is that a yes? You'll go?

[Allison smiles and nods in agreement]

ALLISON: Definitely yes.

[Scott looks so awestruck by this that it's almost as though he doesn't believe its real]

MCCALL HOUSE / BEACON HILLS PRESERVE

[At the MCCALL HOUSE, he strips out of his wet clothes and flops down on his bed, still smiling in the afterglow of his interaction with Allison. Once he falls asleep, he flips from laying on his back to laying on his stomach, only to find that it is now day time and he's laying on a pile of leaves in a coyote den in the BEACON HILLS PRESERVE]

"Dude that was so weird"

"I didn't go through any of that, thank god" Aurora says.

[Once Scott gets out of the den, he sees the bestial wolf who bit him, though shrouded in fog, and starts running as fast as he can to evade him. He eventually jumps over a fence into a body of water, which causes him to frantically twist around until he realizes that he jumped into a neighbor's swimming pool, and that the neighbor in question is in the backyard, staring at him incredulously. Knowing that he has no good explanation for why he's in the man's pool in his boxers, Scott goes the polite route]

SCOTT: Good morning!

"If it was a good morning, I would be with Harry styles" Aurora says and Derek looks at her with a fake offended look.

"Don't worry darling, pun intended, you're a pretty close second" Aurora says and kisses him softly.

BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL

[The scene cuts to the high school, where Scott has just changed into his lacrosse gear in preparation for the final day of try-outs. He had just put his backpack into his locker when suddenly, Jackson appears, also in his lacrosse gear, and angrily slams his locker door closed, startling Scott]

JACKSON: All right, little man. How 'bout you tell me where you're getting your juice.

[Scott, not knowing what Jackson is talking about and overwhelmed by his intimidating demeanor, looks at him blankly]

SCOTT: What?

[Jackson repeats what he just said in a mockingly slow tone of voice, emphasizing every syllable as though Scott is stupid]

JACKSON: Where. Are. You. Getting. Your. Juice?

[Scott blinks earnestly, still not understanding the question]

SCOTT: My mom does all the grocery shopping.

Everyone bursts out laughing at that.

[Jackson, thinking Scott is messing with him, is radiating with anger at this point, though he tries to keep his cool]

JACKSON: Now, listen, McCall-- you're gonna tell me exactly what it is and who you're buying it from, because there's no way in hell you're out there kicking ass on the field like that without some sort of chemical boost.

[Scott finally understands what Jackson's talking about as his eyes widen in realization]

SCOTT: Oh, you mean steroids!

[Scott frowns as he considers Jackson's argument]

SCOTT: Are you on steroids?

"Oh Scott" Aurora says as she continues to laugh.

[Jackson loses his patience and his temper as he shoves Scott against the locker and pins him there]

JACKSON: What the hell is going on with you, McCall???

[Scott, who is already under a lot of stress due to his current situation, ends up answering Jackson's question honestly]

SCOTT: What's going on with me? You really wanna know? Well, so would I! Because I can see, hear, and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear, and smell. I do things that should be impossible, I'm sleepwalking three miles into the middle of the woods, and I'm pretty much convinced that I'm totally out of my freaking mind!

"And I'm the dramatic one" Aurora says.

"You are" the pack responds causing Aurora to pout.

[Jackson, still under the mistaken belief that Scott is mocking him, sneers angrily at his teammate]

JACKSON: You think you're funny, don't you, McCall? I know you're hiding something. I'm gonna find out what it is. I don't care how long it takes.

[Jackson angrily pounds his fist against the locker right by Scott's right ear for emphasis before smacking him hard on the shoulder and walking away, leaving a very overwhelmed Scott behind]

BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL

[On the high school LACROSSE FIELD, Scott is preparing to go on the field for try-outs when Stiles frantically runs up to talk to him]

STILES: Scott! Scott, wait up.

SCOTT: Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination, man. Can it wait?

[Scott tries to walk away, but Stiles grabs him by the shoulders and looks him in the eyes]

STILES: Just hold on, okay? I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!

SCOTT: Stiles, I gotta go.

[Scott, distracted by the prospect of making first line, picks up his lacrosse stick and helmet before jogging onto the field]

STILES: Wait, no! Scott! You're not gonna believe what the animal was!

[Stiles stops and looks sad when Scott is too preoccupied to hear him. His voice lowers to almost a whisper as he finishes his own thought]

STILES: ...It was a wolf.

"And you guys thought it was me" Derek says with annoyance.

"Can you blame us" Stiles responds.

[Coach Finstock has just moved to the center of the field, where he calls all of the players to circle around him]

COACH: Let's go! Gather round! Bring it in, come on! Come on!

[Allison is on the sidelines, getting ready to settle down in the bleachers to watch the practice for the second day in a row. She waves at Scott, who waves back to her, though it doesn't escape Coach's notice]

COACH: Got a question, McCall?

SCOTT: [confused] What?

COACH: You raised your hand. You have a question?

SCOTT: Oh. No. I was just, uh...

[Coach gives him an impatient look, so Scott drops the subject]

SCOTT: Nothing. Sorry.

COACH: Okay. You know how this goes. If you don't make the cut, you're most likely sitting on the bench for the rest of the season. You make the cut? You play. Your parents are proud.

[Coach shakes the face mask of the player standing in front of him to emphasize his point]

COACH: Your girlfriend loves ya! Huh? Everything else is, uh... cream cheese.

"I'm starting to love this guy Feorge"

"Me too Gred"

[Coach Finstock smirks at Scott as he and the other players get psyched up for practice]

COACH: Now, get out there and show me whatcha got! Come on!

[At Coach Finstock's order, the players scatter on the field, cheering and whooping to get each other focused on practice]

JACKSON: Let's go! Let's go!

[Practice begins with the players doing a drill in which they pass the ball back and forth between each other. Scott bounces on the balls of his feet while he waits for the ball to be thrown his way. Once again, when the ball heads his way, he's shocked when he actually catches it with minimal effort. He starts running down the field, but when he spins around to avoid getting the ball stolen by another player, Jackson appears out of nowhere and tackles him hard. Jackson lifts up his helmet so he can smirk smugly at Scott before jogging away, which acts as the motivation Scott needs to get angry enough to tap into his newly-gained supernatural physical powers]

[Scott and Jackson are up against each other for the lacrosse equivalent of a kickoff, and the two stare at each other for a long moment until Coach Finstock blows the whistle. Much to Jackson's dismay, Scott easily snatches the ball before he can even react, forcing him to chase after him as fast as he can. Just like the previous day's practice, everything seems to slow down around Scott, allowing him to spin out of the way when the other players try to tackle him, jumping over another player's ankle when they try to trip him, and finally, doing a hands-free round-off flip over three players who attempted to knock him down together, and shooting the goal by throwing the ball between the goalie's legs]

"Wow"

[Scott gasps, clearly having difficulty believing what had just happened, and Jackson looks both furious and desperate to know what Scott's secret is. When Scott pumps his fists into the air, the other players run up to him and smack him affectionately on the shoulders, and Allison stands up in the stands to clap and cheer for him. Just then, Coach Finstock, who looks mad, calls him over]

COACH: McCall! Get over here!

[Scott, unsure of what to expect, jogs over to where Coach is standing and takes off his helmet]

COACH: What in God's name was that? This is a lacrosse field. What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team?

[Scott shakes his head]

SCOTT: No, Coach.

COACH: What the hell was that?

SCOTT: I don't know. I-I was just trying to make the shot.

COACH: Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what?

[Coach Finstock slaps Scott playfully on the arm]

COACH: You're startin', buddy.

[Coach squeezes Scott's shoulders with his hands]

COACH: You made first line. Come on!

[Scott is so excited that he bounces happily, and all the players on the field and bench clap for him except for Stiles, who seems concerned by the uncharacteristically athletic prowess Scott showed on the field]