"Are you kidding me?" Ryan hissed, smacking her brother upside the head.

"It slipped my mind." Stiles shrugged, wincing as he received another slap, this time to the back of his neck. "Ow!"

"It just, slipped your mind that Scott tried to kill you?" She whispered, glancing over at a kid who walked by. "That's pretty damn important."

"What's important is that he didn't." He whispered back, dodging another hit from his sister. "Oh look, it's your little guy friend."

"Isaac." Ryan turned around, flashing him a smile. "Hi."

"Hey," Isaac nodded, smiling back at her. "Headed to French?"

"Yeah, let's go." She breathed, looking over her shoulder at her brother and glaring at him.

"I can hold your stuff." Isaac offered, looking down at the stack of books in her hand. "I mean, if you're okay with that."

"Sure." Ryan wet her lips, laughing as awkwardly traded off with him. "Thanks."

"No problem." They walked towards their French class, chatting to eachother until they got to their seats.

The bell rang, and a few minutes later Allison jogged in, mumbling an apology in French to the teacher before sitting down behind Ryan.

"Hey." Allison whispered, leaning forward.

"What?" Ryan stopped tapping her pen, not bothering to turn around.

"I didn't see you yesterday." She bit down on her lip, shifting in her seat. "At practice."

"You're right, I wasn't." She muttered, scratching her cheek. "You can cancel that eye appointment, you can see correctly."

"You're funny." Allison let out a forced chuckle, taking a deep breath. "Listen, I'm giving Scott a second chance, and I really like him, so if you could just-"

"Just what?" Ryan turned around, cocking her head to the side.

"Just, butt out." Allison gave her a sweet smile, making Ryan blink.

"What does that mean, exactly?" Ryan scoffed, biting down on her cheek.

"It means, I really like Scott." She explained, twisting her pen between her fingers. "And you like Scott. But he came to me for a second chance, so butt out."

Allison shrugged and opened her book, Ryan turning back around in her seat and pinching the bridge of her nose.

● ● ●

"Hey, why aren't you out with your brother and Scott?" Stilinski sat down at the edge of Ryan's bed, folding his hands together.

"I didn't feel like going out." Ryan stared at the ceiling, giving her dad a shrug. "I'm just tired."

"Do I need to call Doctor Kahn?" He rubbed her calf through the comforter, a concerned look on his face. "We can get you back on a higher dosage, all it takes is a-"

"No," She sat up, rubbing her eye. "My dosage is fine. I don't even know why I'm still on them."

"Dr. Kahn doesn't think you should be off of them until you-"

"Until I drive mom's car." Ryan finished, taking a deep breath. "I know."

"Therapy seemed to help." Noah said, keeping his tone calm.

"I don't need therapy anymore." She shook her head, scratching her shoulder. "I don't sleepwalk anymore, I get out of bed in the morning, my grades are up, and I participate in school activities. It's manageable. I manage."

"Okay." He sighed, getting up and kissing her on the forehead. "You want pasta tonight?"

"Yeah." Ryan gave him a small smile, bringing her knees to her chest. Once he left the room she pulled open the drawer to her bedside table, looking at the orange bottle and chewing on the inside of her cheek. "I manage."

Ryan jumped when her door flew back open, making her slam the drawer and look up.

"Get up." Stiles threw her jacket at her, and tossed her shoes on the bed. "We really, really need your help."

"With what?" She sighed, running her hand through her hair.

"We may have just proved Derek guilty." Stiles clapped his hands, rubbing them together. "C'mon!"

"I-"

"Please?" She looked over at Scott, who had almost a pleading look on his face.

Ryan let out a sigh, grabbing her shoes.

"Fine."

● ● ●

"Wait, somethings different."

"Different how?" Stiles asked, moving his flashlight around.

"I don't know." Scott replied, walking up the uneven slant by the house.

"Different as in, we're gonna die?" Ryan huffed, dragging the shovel behind her.

"No," Scott paused for a moment before shaking his head and continuing. "I don't think so. Let's just get this over with."

Scott shoved his shovel into the fresh dirt, Stiles and Ryan doing the same. The dug and dug for what seemed like forever, and Ryan's arms were getting tired.

"This is taking too long." Scott grunted, tossing dirt out of the hole.

"Just keep digging." Stiles replied, wrinkling his nose as dirt filled the air.

"What if he comes back?" Scott worried, making Ryan sigh.

"Then I get the hell out of here." Stiles answered, continuing to dig.

"What if he catches us?"

"I have a plan for that." Stiles shrugged, the other two pausing to stare at him.

"Which is?" Scott prodded, digging his shovel back into the dirt.

"You run one way, Ryan runs another, and so do I." He explained, waving his hand around. "Whoever he catches first, too bad."

"That sounds like a fantastic plan." Ryan scoffed, shaking her head. "So glad I got out of bed for this."

"Oh, stop stop stop." Stiles put him arm out, his shovel hitting something hard. He threw his shovel out of the hole and bent down, his hands brushing the dirt away.

Scott and Ryan followed suit, their hands quickly untying the several knots. "Hurry."

"I'm trying," Stiles huffed, his hands working hurriedly. "Did he have to tie the thing on like nine hundred knots?"

"Almost got it." Ryan untied the last mot, the three of them pulling back the wrapping to reveal half a wolf.

They all screamed, jumping out of the hole. Ryan fell back against Scott, both of them hitting the ground with a thud. She looked back at him, clearing her throat when she realized how close their faces were.

"What the hell is that?" Stiles screeched, the two sitting up and quickly scooting away from eachother.

"It's a wolf." Scott breathed, blinking as if it would disappear before his eyes.

"We can see that." Ryan hissed, covering her mouth and resisting the urge to vomit.

"I thought you said you smelled blood." Stiles glared at Scott, throwing his hands up. "Human blood!"

"I told you something was different."

The two kept arguing, but Ryan's eyes were locked on the purple flower that was planted at the edge of the grave. "Don't cover it up."

"Wha-" Stiles followed his sister's gaze, his eyes locking on the flower as well. "No way."

"What?" Scott looked between them, the twins just sharing a look. "Hey, I don't have that twin telepathy thing."

"You see that flower?" Stiles gestured towards it, Scott nodding in response. "Oh think it's wolfsbane."

"What's that?" Stiles and Ryan just gaped at Scott, as if he was speaking another language.

"Um hello," Ryan waved her arms around, looking at him in disbelief.

"Wolf Man?" The twins referenced the movie in sync, Scott just shaking his head.

"Lon Chaney Jr?" Stiles asked, staring at his best friend. "Claude Ranes? The original classic werewolf movie?"

"No, what?" Scott was growing impatient, having no clue what he was talking about.

"You are so unprepared for this." Stiles scoffed, watching as his sister jumped up to grab the flower.

"Guys-" Ryan pulled it up, showing them the rope connected to it.

"Holy crap, holy crap." Stiles breathed as she pulled up the rope, walking slowly around the grave as it unravelled. The boy's both froze as they looked into the grave, Ryan bunching the rope up in her hands.

"Oh my god." She breathed, the dead body of a woman staring back at them.

"Okay, cover it back up so we can get the police down here in the morning." Scott swallowed, grabbing his shovel.

They quickly worked to shovel all the dirt back in the hole, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.

Once they had finished, Stiles began to load everything into the back of his jeep, leaning Scott and Ryan alone.

"I'm just gonna wait in the car." Ryan spoke up, breaking the awkward silence.

"Ryan," Scott sighed, grabbing her arm. "Please, talk to me."

"I'm mad at you." Ryan stated bluntly, looking at him in the eye. "You almost killed my brother, and you, you-"

"What?" He asked, his eyes searching her face with concern.

"Nothing, I-" She took a deep breath, looking up at the sky. "I just feel like I'm gonna get left behind. Like you're gonna become one of those guys who leaves all his friends out because of a girl."

"Ryan-"

"I don't wanna be left behind, Scott." Ryan whispered, crossing her arms.

"Hey." Scott wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder. "I'm not gonna leave you behind, okay?"

"Promise?" She muttered into his shoulder, hugging him back.

"Promise."

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