Ryan watched nervously from the passenger seat of the jeep as one of the deputies pushed Derek Hale into the back of the squad car, chewing on her thumb nail. Her eyes followed Stiles, who acted nonchalant as he walked over to the squad car, quickly getting inside.

"Wha-" She looked through the windshield at Scott, who shared her panicked look. Her brother's little meeting didn't last long, her dad reaching in and yanking him out by the collar of his jacket. She watched them argue for a moment, her eyes widening as Stiles flung his arm in her direction, calling their dad's attention to her as well. "Shit."

She sunk down in her seat, giving him a small wave as she tried to make herself seem as small as possible. Her father snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground next to him, his silent way of saying 'get your ass over here'. She let out a long groan and unbuckled her seat belt, opening the jeep door and trudging over to them.

"Reclining your body in a horizontal position." Ryan walked over just as Stiles finished making a smart ass comment, his hands motioning as if they were on a flat surface.

"You." Stilinski turned and glared at Ryan, who looked over her shoulder as if he was addressing someone else. "You know damn well I'm talking to you, Ryan."

"Sorry dad." She winced, her fingers twisting together anxiously.

"You're supposed to be the responsible one." He pointed at her, making her look down at her feet. "I trust you to make the smarter decisions, not indulge your brother in his idiotic whims."

"Wha-"

"I've heard enough out of you." Their dad cut Stiles off, not even looking up as he held up his index finger. "Now you two are going to go home, and go to your rooms. Go clean them for once. Got it?"

"Got it." The twins said in sync, nodding their heads. Their dad pointed towards the Jeep, the two of them scrambling over to it. Ryan climbed into the back, Stiles into the driver's seat and Scott sitting in the passenger side.

Stiles turned on the engine and peeled out of there, barely giving them time to buckle their seat belts. When it came to pissing off their dad, they didn't hesitate to get the hell out of their as soon as possible.

After driving for a while Scott pulled out his phone, searching through Google. "I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial."

"Just keep looking." Stiles said, keeping his eyes on the road ahead of him. "Maybe it's like a ritual or something, like maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's like a special skill, like something you have to learn."

"I'll put it on my to-do list." Scott replied sarcastically. "Right underneath how the hell I'm playing this game tonight."

"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves." Stiles completely ignored his best friend's stress, Ryan reaching forward and smacking up him upside the head. "Jesus! Why are you so abusive?"

"Okay! Stop it!" Scott snapped, the two of them turning to look at him.

"Stop what?"

"Stop saying werewolves!" He yelled, his breathing getting quicker. "Stop enjoying this so much!"

"Are you okay?" Ryan asked as she placed her hand on his upper arm, only to have him yank it away.

"No! No, I'm not." He started to hyperventilate, sweat beading on his skin. "I'm so far from being okay."

"You know you're gonna have to accept this, Scott, sooner or later." Stiles took his hand off the wheel, holding it out for emphasis.

"I can't." Scott choked out, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Well you're gonna have to-"

"No, I can't breathe!" Scott let out a loud groan, his hand hitting the top of the jeep as he tried to inhale a deep breath.

"Whoa, whoa whoa-" Stiles yanked on the wheel, trying to keep straight on the road.

"Pull over." Scott yelled, doubling over in pain.

"Why?" Stiles asked, Ryan watching with wide eyes as Scott grabbed at his chest. "What's happening?"

Scott grabbed the back pack and pulled it open, grabbing the wolfsbane rope and looking up at Stiles in shock. "You kept it?"

"What was I supposed to do with it?"

"Stop the car!" Scott growled, his eyes glowing a fluorescent amber as he glared at Stiles.

Stiles slammed on the breaks, Ryan's face hitting the back of his seat. She gripped her nose, her eyes watering. "Son of a-"

Stiles frantically grabbed the backpack and opened the door, running out and flinging his whole backpack into the woods.

"Okay, we're good." Stiles turned around, his eyes landing on the empty passenger seat. He ran up to the Jeep, looking throwing his hands up in the air as he looked over at his sister. "Where'd he go?"

"I don't know." Ryan hissed, rubbing her nose. "I was a little distracted, idiot."

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Ryan jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder, turning quickly to look behind her. She put her hand to her chest and exhaled, thankful it was just Isaac.

"Sorry." Isaac chuckled, running his hand through his curly hair. "Didn't mean to scare you."

"No, it's fine." She shook her head, her knee bouncing anxiously as the rest of the players walked out from the locker room. "I'm just nervous for the game."

"That makes two of us." He wet his lips, opening his mouth to speak. She jumped up when she saw Scott and Stiles talking to Lydia, giving him an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." Ryan jogged over to them, leaving Isaac standing there with a frown on his face. She reached them as Lydia patted Scott on the chest, giving her a fake smile as she walked away. "Everything okay?"

"If by okay you mean, a complete and total disaster waiting to happen, then yeah." Scott and Ryan glared at Stiles, neither appreciating his sarcasm at the moment. "Got it. I'll see you on the bench, Ryan."

"Hey, listen to me." Ryan placed her hands on either side of his face, making sure his eyes were locked with hers. "You're gonna kick ass, but not too much ass. A moderate, healthy amount of ass. Okay?"

"Okay." Scott sighed, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Just remember, Stiles and I are here for you." She gave him a comforting look, her thumb brushing his cheek bone. "I'm here for you."

"Thank you." Scott nodded, Ryan dropping her hands down to her sides. "I love you, you know that?"

"I love you too, kid." She punched his arm lightly, a smile on her face. A part of her meant it as more than friends, but she would never let him know that.

With that she turned around and walked over to the player's bench, plopping down next to Stiles. Scott watched as she rubbed her hands together for warmth, rolling her eyes at some snide comment Stiles made. He looked above her head, his eyes landing on Allison, whose glare was set on Ryan.

He shook his head, putting on his helmet and jogging into the field.

"Hey kiddos." Stilinski walked over and grabbed his children's shoulders, both of them greeting him quietly as their eyes stayed trained on the field. "So you think you'll see any action tonight?"

"Action?" Stiles asked, sharing a look with his sister as he took a deep breath. "Maybe."

The first three quarters of the game consisted of Scott not getting the ball once, all the passes going to Jackson. At one point Jackson even threw Scott to the ground,  just so he couldn't get to the ball.

Ryan and Stiles noticed Scott staring at the bleachers, a defeated look on his face. They turned to see Allison and Lydia holding a sign for Jackson, cheering while they jumped up and down.

"Brutal." Stiles muttered, watching Scott become more pissed off. "Oh, this is not gonna be good."

The team got lined up for the next play, Ryan watching with wide eyes as Scott hunched over, his breath visible in the air as he took deep and angry breaths.

The whistle blew, sending the game into action. Stiles and Ryan watched anxiously as Scott practically jumped over one of the opposing players, catching the ball.

He ran down the field, weaving between players until he reached the goal, launching the ball into the net. The crowd erupted into cheers, Stiles and Ryan jumping up at yelling along with them.

"Pass to McCall!" Coach yelled, running alongside the field. "Pass to McCall!"

The next play started, a player from the other team tossing the ball right to Scott, who took it and ran towards the goal.

Scott slung the ball towards the goal, ripping right through the center of the goalie's net and scoring a point. The crowd went wild, Ryan and Stiles screaming for their best friend.

The whistles signaled the next play, thirty nine seconds left on the clock. Scott got the ball almost immediately, running down the field. He paused a few feet from the net, his chest heaving as his head turned to look around.

"His eyes." Ryan smacked her brother repeatedly, keeping her voice low. "His eyes are glowing."

"Oh, no." Stiles whispered, beginning to stand up. "Scott, no."

"C'mon Scott." Ryan said, rubbing her hands together nervously. "You've got this."

Scott suddenly regained his focus, turning his whole body and launching the ball straight into the net just before the buzzer, scoring the winning point.

"Yeah!" Stiles jumped up and down, running his hands through his short hair. Neither of them notice Scott run off the field, turning their attention to their distraught father on the phone. "Dad, what's wrong?"

He took a deep breath, shutting his phone. "We have to let Derek Hale go, the hairs found on the body were from a wolf. Not him."

Ryan and Stikes shared a wide eyed looked, both of them taking off towards the locker room. Ryan made it in first, what she saw stopping her dead in her tracks. Stiles slammed into her back, making him stumble.

"Wha-" He started to ask, his mouth snapping shut when he saw what she was staring at. "Oh."

Scott was kissing Allison, his hands holding her waist while her hands gripped his jersey. Ryan turned around, scratching her forehead and looking down at the ground.

"I'll see you at home, I'm just gonna grab a ride from dad." She said quietly, ignoring the small ache in her chest as she walked out of the locker room.

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A super long chapter, to make up for a super long absence!

That, and I really needed to get chapter two over with. I got a little lazy bear the end, lacrosse matches and fight scenes are the bane of my existence to write

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