"Are you kidding me!" Sam shrieked. Multiple heads turned her way. "I leave you two alone for one night and you manage piss off the alpha?!" Stiles's eyes widen, looking around.

"Can you keep your voice down" He hissed. Sam just waved it off.

"No one cares. Did any of you get hurt?"

"Derek did, and Jackson might have hit his head. Lydia was fine" Sam blinked.

"Hold up. How many people were with you?" Stiles stopped, thinking before he turned to her.

"5, not counting the Alpha and Derek" Sam groaned.

"Sounds like I missed one hell of a party." As on queue the two walked past the gym, which was covered in police tape. Finally the two of them reached Stiles' locker.

"How's Deaton" Sam shrugged, leaning against the lockers.

"Good I guess. I told him that he must have hit his head on something."

"Did he believe it?"

"I hope so" Stiles closed his locker and Sam nodded.

"Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be" Stiles groaned and the two of them walked to class, ready to take their exams. They stopped hallway though, spotting Sheriff Stilinski in one of the hallways. He seemed to have spotted them as well because he sighed and walked over.

"Don't you two have a test to get to?" Sam opened her mouth but Stiles beat her to it.

"What's going on? Did you find Derek yet?

"I'm workin' on it. You go take your test."

"All right, dad, listen to me."

"Go!"

Sam placed her hand on Stiles' shoulder. "This is really important." The sheriff stopped trying to shoo them away and listened.

"You have to be careful tonight." Stiles nodded in agreement.

"Especially tonight."

"Stiles, I'm always careful." He tried, sending them a smile.

"Dad, you've never dealt with this kind of thing before, okay? At least not like this."

"I know, which is why I brought in people who have. State detective. Go take your test." Stiles sighed in defeat but did as told. Sam stared at the sheriff for one second longer before she followed Stiles, determined not to let anything happen to anyone tonight.

-

The two entered the classroom and found a seat in the back. Scott joined soon after, tried to say something to Allison but was shooed away by Harris. He took a seat next to Sam.

"You have 45 minutes to complete the test." Sam took a look at the folder in front of her and smiled. Easy. "25% of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book." Sam heard Stiles write his name down, making her smile. "However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with. Begin." Sam opened her folder and started writing. Fifteen minutes pas without a peep until Scott suddenly sprinted out of the room.

"Mr. McCall?" Sam quickly closed her test, grabbed her bag and stood up. "Miss. McCall?"

Sam smiled sheepishly. "I'm done" She walked past Harris, handed him her test and ran after Scott.
"Scott?" She called once she was out of earshot.

"Scott?" She silently followed his scent to the boys locker room. She carefully inched towards it, and stepped inside. There she found her brother, standing fully clothed under one of the showers.

"Sam, I can't - I can't breathe." Scott managed to grunt out. Sam bit her lip, trying to come up with something when she realized what was happening. She quickly opened her bag and took out Scott's spare inhaler.

"Here, use this." Scott stared at her in confusion. "Come on, do it." He pressed the button and inhaled the medicine. Very slowly his breathing returned to normal. Sam, seeing her brother out of the danger zone reached past him and turned off the shower. Sneakers slapped against the tiles as Stiles joined them, looking very out of breath.

"I was having an asthma attack?" Sam wiped her wet hand at her shirt, shaking her head.

"No, you were having a panic attack. But thinking you were having an asthma attack actually stopped the panic attack." Stiles chuckled.

"Irony."

"How did you know to do that?" Scott asked Sam, her smile disappeared. Stiles answered before she could.

"I would get them after my mom died. Sam helped me get them under control. Not fun, huh?" Scott stared at them. He didn't know that.

"What triggered it?" Sam asked, taking Scott's inhaler back.

"Allison, I looked at her, and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer."

"Yeah, it's called heartbreak. About 2 billion songs written about it." Sam rolled her eyes, hitting Stiles in the arm. He yelped, rubbing his arm.

"I can't stop thinking about her." Sam sighed.

"Well, you could think about this: Her dad's a werewolf hunter, and you're a werewolf, so it was bound to become an issue." Sam tried before she realized what she had said. "That wasn't helpful."

"Dude, what she means, yeah, you got dumped, and it's supposed to suck." Stiles tried instead. Sam nodded in agreement, searching the room for Scott's shirt.

"No, that's not it. It was like I could feel everything in the room, everyone else's emotions." Sam looked up from the bench.

"It's called chemo signals. You picked them up because of the full moon heightening all your senses." Stiles exhaled.

"So we'll lock you up in your room later just like we planned. That way the Alpha, who is your boss, can't get to you, either.

"I think we need to do a lot more than lock me in my room." Sam finally found Scott's shirt and threw it at him. He quickly pulled it on.

"What, you mean because if you get out, you'd be caught by hunters?" Scott pulled the shirt over his head and shook her head.

"No. Because if I get out - I think I might kill someone."

-

The rest of the day was filled with Stiles keeping an eye on Scott and Sam going out to get some supplies for the night. When they finally met up again the boys were dressed in their lacrosse gear. Stiles jogged over to Sam.

"Did you get it?" Sam nodded, shaking the bag, making a jingling noise.

"Yep, plus some energy drinks and chips." Stiles reached for the bag when he stopped.

"What about you? Do I have to chain you up to?" Sam shrugged, trying to wave it off but failing miserably.

"I can handle it. But as a precaution, I got two handcuffs" Stiles exhaled, taking the bag.

"Good thinking" He stepped back, and turned back to Scott.

-

After seating herself on the bleachers Sam quickly noticed everything what was wrong. One, Stiles was actually playing, two Scott and Lydia smelled exactly the same and three Scott was playing very rough, to rough. He charged at the goal, knocked the three players in front of it out and scored. No one cheered though. Sam stood up from the bleachers, staring at Scott, ready to intervene if necessary.

"Danny! Oh, man, Danny!"

"Danny, are you okay?" Sam watched as Scott took off his helmet, not even caring about the fact that he knocked Danny down.

"Dude, what the hell are you doin'?"

"He's twice the size of me."

"Yeah, but everybody likes Danny. Now everybody's gonna hate you."

"I don't care." Sam watched Scott walk away before she sat back down with a sigh. This was gonna be one hell of a night.

-

"Scott?" Melissa called as the front door opened.

"Stiles and Sam" Stiles called back. Melissa walked over, surprised.

"Did you lend him your key?" Sam shook her head, closing the door behind her.

"No, he made one himself" Melissa nodded.

"That doesn't surprise me. It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me." She noticed Stiles' bag, the one holding all the chains. "What is that?" Stiles paled.

"Uh, school project."

"Mmm." She nodded, having seen stranger items disappear upstairs. She took her bag and walked back. "Be careful tonight."

"You, too."

"Full moon." Stiles jumped. Luckily Melissa didn't see it. Sam just rolled her eyes at Stiles' antics and bent down to take her shoes of.

"What?"

"There's a full moon tonight. You should see how the E.R. Gets. Brings out all the nut jobs."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Right."

"You know, it's, um, actually where they came up with the word "lunatic."" Sam stood up, saving Stiles from digging himself into a deeper hole.

"We'll be careful" Melissa nodded, stepping past her daughter to the door.

"There's food in the fridge, don't stay up" Sam nodded and smiled as her mother left. The door slammed closed and they ran up the stairs. First stop, Scott's room. Stiles opened the door and Sam blinked.

"Scott?" Indeed, Scott sat in the chair opposite of the room. Stiles jumped.

"Oh, my God! Dude. You scared the hell out of me." Stiles dropped the bag and stepped further into the room. Sam eyed Scott weary, not trusting him. "Your mom said you weren't home yet."

"I came in through the window."

"Okay. Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought"

"I'm fine. I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight." Stiles' tensed up, realizing something was really wrong with Scott.

"You sure about that? 'Cause you've got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, 'cause it's really starting to freak me out."

"I'm fine. You should go now." Sam stepped past Stiles, her eyes flaring.

"Scott, we can do this the easy or the hard way. One way or another you are gonna be chained to the bed"
Scott's eyes flared as well and he raised his talons.

Stiles yelped and dove out of the way as Scott jumped at Sam. She, still faster than Scott, grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the floor. "Now Stiles!" Sam grunted, holding a weakened, but still fighting Scott down. Stiles crawled over to them and quickly locked the handcuff around Scott's wrist, and locked the other side around the radiator. Sam released him and Scott sat up.

"What the hell are you doing?" He grunted. Stiles helped Sam up, they stepped back to the door.

"Protecting you from yourself and giving you some payback" Stiles clenched his fist "- For making out with Lydia." Sam's eyes shot to Stiles, not having released he knew about that. He glared at Scott before he stormed out of the room. Sam cast Scott another look before she walked out as well.

She entered the hallway with a sigh. Her head snapped up as she noticed Stiles holding something. The second set of handcuffs. "Ready?" he asked, looking just as sad as Sam was feeling. She nodded and walked to her room and sat down on the floor, next to the wall that held another radiator. Stiles followed her and crouched down. He, very gently, secured her to the iron pipe. He stared at her. "Are you good?" Sam moved her arm around, finding herself stuck. She nodded.

"Yes" Stiles stood up, looking torn.

"Good, than I'm going to sit in the hallway" He nodded to himself and walked out. Sam watched him for a moment before she sighed and rested her head against the wall.

Hours passed, Stiles kept checking on her, bringing her water and talking to her. Finally she managed to convince him to bring Scott some water.

"I brought you some water."

"I'm gonna kill you!"

"You kissed her, Scott, okay? You kissed Lydia. That's, like, the one girl that I like- and, you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend."

"She kissed me."

"What?"

"I didn't kiss her. She kissed me. She would have done a lot more, too. You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me. She would have done anything I wanted. Anything!" Sam heard the door slam closed and silence fell back into the McCall house hold.

"Stiles?" She called, rattling the chain. "Stiles, are you alright?" No answer. Sam bit her lip kept quiet. Soon the sound of breathing reached her ears. "Don't let him get inside your head, its the full moon talking." She swallowed, looking up through the window to see the full moon shining brightly. "I'm sure Lydia likes you"

"Stiles, please let me out." Scott grunted from the other room. "It's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose. Please, Stiles, let me out. It's starting to hurt. It's not like the first time. It's the full moon. It's Allison breaking up with me. I know - That it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me. I feel completely hopeless. Just, please, let me out."

Stiles didn't reply for a minute. "I can't." He whispered back. Sam's heart broke for him. Finally Scott started to scream, tugging at the handcuffs. After what felt like an eternity Scott's screaming stopped. Sam's head snapped up.

"Scott are you alright?" Sam heard Stiles ask. A door opened before Stiles came running into Sam's room.
"Are you alright?" Sam's blue eyes found his and Stiles frowned. She didn't seem the slightest angry or crazy like Scott. She looked fine, except for the sweat droplets on her forehead. Sam nodded. "Good because Scott escaped." Sam's eyes widen. She looked to her arm, jammed it to the side, breaking the handcuffs with ease and stood up.

"Stay here" She ordered. Stiles watched her, confused, as she took off her jacked, and jumped out of the open window.

Sam ran through the woods, feeling free for the first time today. She passed tree after tree, following Scott's scent. When she found him he was on the ground, Derek looming over him. He sensed her and turned his head, his eyes flaring dangerously. Sam held up her hands, shifting back.

"It's me" Derek's glare disappeared, looking confused for a second but turned to Scott. He looked somewhat less crazy.

"What's happening to me?" he grunted. Derek send him a pitiful look, heaved him up and dragged him with him. Sam, of course, followed them. She took out her phone, texting Stiles.

Sam - I've got Scott. Derek's back. He didn't hurt anyone.

She pressed send and waited. A minute later she got a reply.

Stiles - A man got killed. The Alpha was out tonight as well.

Sam read and re-read the text. She than exhaled, pocketed her phone and jogged after Derek, completely ready to call it a night.