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018.
THE SCOOBY GANG DO
IT AGAIN!

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After running back and forth between Scott and Allison, while delivering the messages and finishing the conversations that the couple couldn't have together in one room, Lois and Stiles had eventually managed to conjure a plan to find the bestiary.

The plan was going to involve an old man and tonight's lacrosse game: a simple, but effective, combination.

Lois groaned to herself as she stretched out her limbs from her seat on the half-empty bleachers, in much pain from having to run around all day. She hadn't done any form of sport in a long time, and the brunette wondered whether she should take up track, or cross-country. Maybe it was time to get fit again, since she didn't get the chance to skate anymore. Scott and Stiles did do lacrosse, Allison was a trained archer, and Luna had taken up pilates since the winter formal, so it was only really herself and Lydia that did nothing particularly active, these days. At least, not anymore.

Then again, Lydia had run around the wood naked for three days — so, it wasn't as if the strawberry blonde had gotten no exercise at all, recently.

Really, it was just Lois.

Humming to herself in thought, Lois' eyes scanned the crowd for any sight of Allison and Gerard. She was supposed bring her grandfather to the lacrosse game in order to distract him from his office, meaning that Stiles and Luna were able to sneak in, grab the book, and get out of there before the game was even over. If all went to plan, no one would notice that they were gone.

Plus, it wasn't like Stiles ever got the chance to play, anyway. No one need him, no one would catch on. They'd be none the wiser.

    "What the hell is this?"

   Lois frowned, brows knitted at the bridge of her nose.

She quickly gave up in searching for her friend and their new principal, instead allowing her gaze to fall upon the three boys at the bottom of the bleachers she sat on. She listened, intently.

    "Dude!" Jackson grit his teeth, "I thought I could trust you—"

    "Relax!" Matt scoffed, rolling his eyes at the popular boy and his theatrics. It was brave of him to speak to Jackson that way, in no apparent fear of getting sued for his tone, and she strangely respected it. Lois squinted at the tablet in his hand but she couldn't quite see what was on it, so she instead looked down at her phone, pretending to text someone, "It's my camera, okay? He just needed to ask me some questions."

   It was then that Lois paused, thinking. Why would Danny have Matt's camera?

   Danny nodded his head once, clearly not at all fazed by his best friends bitter behaviour, "Matt's the one who found it, anyway."

    "Found what?"

   Matt pushed the tablet towards the lacrosse captain, his finger hitting the play button and pointing out something on the screen that Lois was unable to spot from their distance. He played it for a moment, then then pressed paused. "Right...there!"

   Indiscreetly, she leant forward an inch and stumbled, almost falling clean off of the bench. Lois cursed to herself and ignored the several strange looks she received from causing a scene, her eyes narrowed and wishing that she was closer. That would have made it easier to snoop, but it also would have made it easier to get caught — swings and roundabouts, really. Either way, she got the idea that whatever was on that tablet they had, was something that Jackson didn't want anyone else to see. And for that reason, Lois really wanted to know.

   Jackson stared at Matt as though he were crazy, "There, what?"

    "It's an edit point," it was Danny who explained, rewinding the video a few seconds back and replaying it. Jackson let out a light hum, clearly seeing it that time, and he nodded once again. "It's been looped. Two hours worth,"

    "What does that mean?" Jackson seemed confused, which didn't surprise Lois. He didn't strike her at her as the camera-fanatic type.

    "That means there's two hours of footage—" Matt spoke with a pointed look, staring between the two of them and listening to the whistle blow in signal of the start of the game. Lois couldn't help but lift her head this time, her curiosity getting the best of her. The suspense was dark and painful, and it left her queasy.

    "—missing."

    Lois watched, mouth agape, as the boys sprinted onto the field and gathered in a circle. She didn't really want to know what it was that Jackson had been filming on Matt's camera, nor why he didn't want anyone other than Danny seeing it, but the girl wanted to know why there would be two hours of footage missing. It didn't make sense — what could have possibly been on there that required cutting out? Who would want it? She doubted that Jackson did anything quite that valuable on camera. Not for anyone to steal.

   The thought of it all had left her unsettled, and she had barely even noticed Allison and her grandfather taking a seat up on the bleachers just across the field. Lois pulled herself out her trance and waved at them happily, acting normal. Easier said than done.

   She'd have to find what was happening to Jackson, another time.

As the game started, Lois found herself sighing. She kept up the habit of peering down at her phone and scrolling through all of her recent messages, not finding a single one from Lydia. She had no idea whether the strawberry blonde was coming to the game, or if she was missing if, and Lois had to restrain from pestering her friend. Lydia was struggling lately, and as much as Lois had wanted to know how the counselling session had gone, she knew it wouldn't be fair to bring it up unless the girl wanted to talk. And even if Lois felt lonely — sat on the bleachers by herself, while Luna sat on the bench with Stiles — forcing Lydia to come to the game would have made her feel even worse.

"Come on!" Finstock groaned when a player was sent to the ground by the opposing team, "Is that thing even a teenager? I want to see a birth certificate—!"

Lois rolled her eyes as Stiles explained who the player was, but her attention was drawn to Jackson shoving Scott to the corner of the field. The conversation was brief but seemed heated, and she could tell that Scott wasn't impressed by the way his lacrosse stick waved around in his hands.

   As if on cue, the two boys span around as another one of their players was tackled to the ground. Lois cringed at the crunch! that echoed and tried to look away as he was carted off of the field.

    "I can't feel my legs!"

   To redirect her vision away from the poor boy, Lois Lane pursed her lips and took a glance at the bleachers across from her. There was still no sign of Lydia, but she did notice Mellisa McCall and sent a wave to the woman — who happily mirrored the gesture. In the corner of her eyes, she saw that Allison was accepting the coat she must have been offered by Gerard, briefly catching Lois' gaze and nodding. Lois nodded back, turning to her phone.

TO: STILES        SENT: 8:06
SHE HAS KEYS.
GO TIME.

   She watched closely as Stiles looked down at his phone and whispered to Luna, the girl nodding and whispering back.

   While Lois continued to look over the crowd, ignoring the game as she usually did, she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. Lois had always expected to come to the games and not pay attention to it, but what she hadn't expected to see, was Erica Reyes and Vernon Boyd sat at the very top of the bleachers as though it were their throne, fit for royals. Her left eye twitched.

    "Seriously?"

Lois huffed when Erica gave a wide smile, wiggling her fingers.

"You have got to be kidding me..." she hissed.

   Erica's smile grew at the words. She had known that she irritated Lois now that she had changed — she would have known without her new and improved hearing — and she liked to use that to her advantage. Boyd sat quietly at her side but smirked, happy to help in pushing Lois Lane's buttons in a less obvious way. The girl with a comic book name has always hated his guts, anyway. So, what did it matter? If she hated him even more, at least it would he for a real good reason.

   Lois smiled sweetly, sticking her middle finger up and squinting her eyes in silent challenge. Erica scowled.

It seemed that the player Finstock had complained about was out of control; crashing into Danny and forcing him across the pitch while he was still in the goal. Lois didn't like lacrosse, nor did she play, but she was sure that had been against the rules...

Cringing as he was pulled up and onto the benches, Lois chewed on her lip. When she noticed that Stiles and Luna were nowhere in sight and Gerard was thoroughly distracted by the game, she promptly decided that it was safe for her to scale the bleachers and rush over to their only goalie without it looking too suspicious. The two of them were good friends — that was normal, right?

"Danny! You have to get back on the field—!"

Lois scoffed and pushed coach out of the way, kneeling down with a smile and two fingers in the air, "How many fingers do I have up?"

He smiled back, which was actually more of a wince on his part, and pursed his lips in concentration. That alone concerned her.

"Four?"

"Say two."

Danny frowned at Finstock, "Two—?"

"Perfect! Get out there, come on—" Coach dragged him away from Lois and off the bench. He slapped him on the back roughly and pushed him onto the field, letting out a cheer. "Get out there and have a stick!"

"Hey!" Wiping the dirt from her knees, Lois crossed her arms across her chest with a scowl. "You're still short one player,"

"Wait— what?" Finstock cursed, "Where's Stilinski? Stilinski!"

"Bathroom break."

     "Ah— jeez, Stilinski!"

   He swung around and pointed a finger at Lois who frowned and took a large step back. She had no desire to step foot onto that field and get crushed by the players who were twice her size; she stood no chance, against them. Plus, Lois didn't know how to play lacrosse. And she was lazy. So, in short, it was a no.

Coach made a strangled sound at the back of his throat, one that grossed Lois out and caused her to take another step away from him, and he scanned the crowd. Suddenly, he grinned

"You!" He yelled, "Yeah— You! You play lacrosse?"

Lois narrowed her eyes.

   Of course he was talking to Vernon Boyd.

"Derek won't like this," Erica whispered, pulling him back to sit by her side. He glanced at her and then down at Finstock, to the field, and then at Lois. Boyd stared at her for a second longer than everything else, right into her deep eyes, and he smirked.

"Yeah, but I will."

Boyd tore off his leather jacket and Finstock gaped, eyes wide, and stared to laugh like a maniac. Lois watched the boy grin and stroll down the bleachers, both of his hands out and each awaiting a stick and jersey. He was given them quickly, and he prepared himself to go out onto the field and most likely tear other players apart. This was going to end terribly.

    "We got ourselves a player!" Finstock grinned.

   Lois groaned and threw her head back, spinning in her heel to look for Scott. She found him close and sent him an exasperated expression — he mirrored it.

   Other than that, Scott sighed heavily with a shrug of both his shoulders. He was unable to do anything now that Boyd had just been put on the field. Stiles was nowhere in sight — likely getting their plan underway — and he was the only reserve the team had.

   Without him around, Boyd was going to stay out on the pitch whether they wanted him, or not. Scott found it ironic, in a way. Trust Stiles to be busy when he was actually needed to play.

Instead of trekking back to where she had been sat up in the bleachers, Lois chose to plop down on the players bench with a huff. She couldn't stand staring at Erica's face for much longer without barfing. The closer she was to the field them the closer she was to Scott, in case anything happened, and she had a feeling it most definitely would. Lois felt it in her gut: this wouldn't end well.

"The bigger they are—!"

   Finstock chanted while Boyd tossed a player around like a rag doll, taking the higher ground and stealing back the game. The boy didn't move, and everyone cheered, unaware of how painful it would have been to collide with a crazy, untrained beta.

    "—the bigger they are!"

   Feeling her phone buzz in her pocket, Lois slipped it out and muttered colourful words under her breath.

FROM: STILES      SENT: 8:30pm
NOTHING HERE.

   The more players that Boyd managed to knock down, it seemed the brighter his amber eyes would glow. Lois anxiously watched as he grew more out of control, dangerously so as the time went on. She covered her eyes whenever someone got hurt and chewed on her lower lip. Eventually, Scott chose to intervene and snatch the ball while enhancing his abilities to get it out of Boyd's path. A sigh of relief passed her lip when he yanked Boyd towards him and spoke in a hushed tone.

   Although, Boyd quickly shoved him away. Scott glanced at her, as if asking for some sort of permission, and she nodded once.

   Lois knew that Scott didn't like using his abilities against others; he didn't find it fair. But, if he was going to take care of the Boyd problem, he had no choice. It was time for Scott McCall to play to his advantage, for the sake of everyone else.

    The whistle blew and she pursed her lips, watching intently.

"Get it to McCall!" Coach yelled, "To McCall—!"

   Scott scooped up the ball and pushed towards the goal, throwing it in and making the shot. As soon as everyone had cheered in joy, had it turned into gasps of shock as the boy hit the ground with a thump! For a minute, Lois Lane was positive that she had felt her own bones snap, just from the mere sound of his. He would heal, she knew that he would, but that didn't stop her from panicking.

   She threw herself from the bench in a heartbeat, launching her body towards the field before anyone else had the chance to reach him. Lois fell to her knees and grimaced when her friend writhed in pain, beads of sweat on his forehead.

     "Scott—" she breathed out, feeling Allison at her side.

    "I'm fine, I'm healing!" Scott wheezed out, shaking his head and moaning. "I— it's okay!"

    Allison looked between them and rose a brow, but her eyes fell back upon the state of her Romeo. She didn't care for how her grandfather was watching — not when the he was injured.

   Plus, it was a good excuse to communicate.

    "The book...?"

    "Not in his office," Lois shook her head, remembering Stiles' message. She sighed loudly, "It's gotta be at your house— right?"

    A crowd quickly started to form around the trio and Lois shut her mouth, not daring to say anything with others around. Rather, she took the chance to finally look at Scott's condition — well, more the horrific state of his leg.

    "Crap— Scott, your leg is broken!"

   He shot out a hand to cover her mouth, "Not for long."

   Allison extended an arm to him and he took it, pulling himself from the ground with a groan. Lois supported his other side and tried to avoid the sight of bone reconnecting, the mere thought flushing her cheeks and making her feel dizzy. She may have gone to medical camp, but that didn't mean that the sight of broken bone didn't make her gut churn. Gross.

    "Scott!" Melissa pushed through the crowd and gasped when she saw him up and moving, her eyes wide. "Oh my—"

    "It's okay! It's alright—!" The boy assured his mother, "I'm fine,"

    "I could have sworn I literally heard bone breaking from where I sat." She spoke uncertainly, watching as her son wobbled and Lois pushed him back up. He smiled at her and then at his mom.

    "Heard it?" Finstock echoed, "I felt it!"

   Lois did, too.

   Slipping out from underneath his arm when she was sure that Lois had him, Allison glancing nervously at his leg before rushing to Gerard's side. She wasn't sure whether he had noticed the quick stare, but she didn't want to risk it. If her family found out about her and Scott, he was dead.

    "Seriously, guys—" Scott laughed the situation off, placing his leg onto the ground for proof. "I'm totally fine..."

The hunter placed a hand on her grandpa's arm and smiled awkwardly, "We should go—"

"Hold on." Gerard raised a gentle hand, staring between Scott and Lois with curious eyes. Lois paled, her breath lodged in her throat, but she stayed put. She didn't want to risk moving and being scrutinised, and she definitely didn't want to seem suspicious in front of a man who she had seen slice an omega in half. "I just wanted to ask him one more thing..."

Lois peered up at Scott with big eyes, his mouth agape.

Did he know?

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