SCOTT AND ALLISON WERE GOING ON A DOUBLE DATE WITH LYDIA AND JACKSON. Because why not? Wren had tried to talk him out of it about a hundred times because of how much she completely despised the couple, but the kid just did not want to listen. It was not going to end well, but he was too whipped to see that.

That was why she rolled her eyes when the first thing she saw when she stepped out of her internship interview was his face. He had been visiting his mom, and his face lit up at the sight of her. He raised his eyebrows at her, and despite the fact that it was clear by the look on her face, he asked, "Hey, how did the NICU thing go?"

"Well, it turns out that they don't want you holding babies when you might freak out at any moment," she explained. They had found some things during a background check that they did not think were suitable for someone working with sick infants.

Melissa shot her a pitying look as her son winced. The McCall boy just shook his head and reached over to pat her on the back. He breathed out, "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm used to it. The epic highs and lows of being Wren Carter," she responded, and even though that that interview completely ruined her day and her life, she pivoted on her heel and walked toward the exit with her head held high. It was perhaps a bit too high because a minute later, she went crashing into something — someone — entering the hospital. She quickly regained her composure, and her eyes widened in shock when she saw that the person that she had collided with was cradling his arm that was bent a really wrong way. "Oh, my God. Did I do that?"

"What?" the boy questioned, and then he realized what she was talking about and shook his head frantically. "No, no, no. I came in here with this," he assured her, and she breathed out a sigh of relief. She took a moment to examine the kid. He was kind of cute but looked really awkward.

She made a face as her eyes landed on his arm again, and she said, "Sorry. That looks like that hurts."

"Yeah, it's kind of why I'm here," he replied, and she nodded because that made a lot of sense. He glanced around, seeming lost, before looking back up at her with a questioning expression. He quizzed, "Do you know where the ER is?"

"I'll walk you to it. It's just down this hall," she responded, and she gestured to her right. She began walking down the hall without him as he stared after her. She had nowhere to be since she expected the interview to go on a lot longer than it had.

He seemed surprised that she offered, and he hesitated for a moment before following after her. "Thanks."

"So, what happened?" she asked, gesturing to his arm that looked really nasty. She hoped that the damage wasn't too awful. She admired how calm he was about it because she knew that she would be on the ground and sobbing and not doing anything. He didn't have a parent with him or anything, so he got himself to the hospital with his weirdly-bent arm.

"Well, I was riding my bike home from school and bit it," he explained, and she nodded along. She had never been a pro at riding a bike. She was fine with the balance and everything, but she despised the exercise. He continued. "I thought it was dislocated, so I tried to snap it back into place."

She yelped at the thought of that, and she had to physically shake her head to rid the image from her mind. There was a reason that she could never be a doctor. She already had to stare at Stiles' godawful haircut all of the time. There was no way that she would be able to handle broken bones and organs falling onto the floor. "Let me guess. It wasn't dislocated?"

"Nope," he responded. "Broken, I'm pretty sure."

"Well, here we are..." she trailed off as they arrived in the Emergency Room. She had stopped herself because she realized that she had never asked him his name, so she had no clue what to call him.

He realized her dilemma and helped her out. He introduced himself with a nervous expression, and he seemed slightly put down by the fact that she did not recognize him. "Isaac Lahey. I'm in, like, three of your classes. I would shake your hand, but..."

"Hmm, well, good luck, Isaiah," she responded with a nod before turning back and heading toward the door.

"It's—" he started, but he cut himself off when she just kept walking. He shook it off and just called after her, "Never mind. Thanks."

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SCOTT REALLY NEEDED TO REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED THE PREVIOUS NIGHT. If he wanted to go on the double date, he needed to make sure that he was not going to kill Allison or anyone else in the process. So, they figured the best way to figure out was to go up to the school so that he could sit in the bus and relive everything that happened.

As the three of them pulled up to the school, Scott jumped out of the car followed by his two best friends. As they climbed out, he turned around and shook his head at them. "Hey, no — just me. You guys stay and keep watch."

"How come we're always keeping watch?" Wren groaned. As she spoke, she used an excessive amount of aggressive air quotes that made Scott roll his eyes. "You always get to do the cool stuff because you're a 'werewolf' and 'stronger' and 'faster.'"

"Yeah, why's it starting to feel like you're Batman and I'm Robin?" Stiles questioned, and the Carter girl stared at him with an offended expression for not including her in the metaphor. Scott just glared at both of them exasperatedly. "I don't want to be Robin all the time!"

"I want to be Poison Ivy," Wren informed them confidently. She remembered watching the cartoons with her mom and talking to her about girl power and how lame the superheroes were.

Stiles furrowed his eyebrows at her because that really did not fit into the analogy at all. That meant that she wanted to be their enemy. She could've said Batgirl or something, but no, she wanted to be Poison Ivy. "Isn't she evil?"

"Yeah, but she's hot," she answered before using both hands to gesture to herself and her body, "and, well, look at me." Both of the boys shot her a look for a moment before getting back to the argument at hand.

Scott groaned, and he turned to Stiles. "Nobody's Batman and Robin or Poison Ivy any of the time!"

"Not even some of the time?" the Stilinski boy asked, and this time, he seemed disappointed. It made sense. Why could they not be Batman and Robin and Poison Ivy at least some of the time? It was no fun just being themselves. When Scott just shot him a look, he groaned and finally agreed, "Oh, my God! Fine."

Stiles turned and grabbed Wren by the arm, pulling her back toward his Jeep as she stared at him in shock, disbelieving that he would give up so easily. "Why are we backing down, you wimp? Let me go! I am not getting back into that car."

She was cut off by the sound of the car door closing behind her. She groaned, slouched, and crossed her arms as she watched Scott walk toward the buses. Stiles offered her a french fry, which she accepted happily before chucking it back in his face.

"What is taking so long?" she breathed out after what felt like forever. She thought this would be an in-and-out-in-five-minutes thing. She was leaning against the window, thinking about how comfy her bed would be at that moment.

All of a sudden, they heard some crashing, causing both of them to snap out of their tired dazes and sit straight up just in time to see Scott do a flip over the fence between them and the school parking lot. He rolled once he hit the ground. He practically dove into the backseat of the car, and when he saw that both of his friends were just staring at him with wide eyes, he urged, "Go! Go! Go! Go!"

"Did it work? Did you remember?" Wren questioned, spinning around in her seat to look at the McCall boy as Stiles slammed on the gas and got them out of there.

He nodded, but she could not tell by his expression if the outcome of what he learned was good or bad. He just looked kind of shocked. He explained, "Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood? A lot of it was mine, but I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren't mine." He frowned and scrunched his face up, probably trying to piece together everything he saw. All of a sudden, his head shot up in realization. "It was Derek."

"What about the driver?" Stiles questioned.

Scott thought about it for a moment, and the Carter girl really wanted to see what he saw and try to figure it out as well. It was hard just picturing everything that happened. He informed them, "I think I was actually trying to protect him."

"Wait — why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver? I thought he hated you," the blonde girl responded. That made no sense because Derek was literally telling him that he tried to kill someone. "Is he taunting you because he knows you won't be able to find any evidence against him?"

"No, no, no. It's gotta be a pack thing. Like an initiation. You do the kill together," Stiles countered. That confused Wren because, again, Derek was not Scott's biggest fan. Why would he want to kill someone with him? Why would he make a sixteen-year-old boy kill someone? What kind of monster does that?

Scott groaned and lied down in the back seat, staring up at the ceiling, wondering what the hell was going on and what he was going to do about it. "Because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience?"

"Yeah, but you didn't do it! Which means you're not a killer!" Stiles exclaimed happily, and Wren clapped her hands together, trying to make it more of a celebration because she had no clue what she was going to do if her best friend had tried to kill someone. "And it also means that—"

"I can go out with Allison!" the McCall boy laughed out, really excited. This meant that he was not at risk of hurting anyone, especially Allison. However, there was still the question that he might try to kill Jackson again.

The two in the front seats of the car shot each other an offended look because that was not what they were going for. The Carter girl glanced back at him and informed him, "I think he was gonna say it means you won't kill us..."

"Oh, yeah. That, too."