"Back to your seat." Coach blew. The guy who was horribly flirting with her moved away.

"Thank God."

"Stop thinking about it man," Isaac told Boyd from his spot behind Allura. She turned around in her seat.

"Like you're not thinking about it too?"

"Yeah, well, both of you doggies stop thinking about whatever 'it' is. It's annoying and makes everything tense." Allura complained

"I can't."

"There's nothing you can do about it either." Isaac chimed in.

"You sure about that?" Boyd asked.

"Kiddo's stop arguing. We're on the bus that's in the middle of nowhere, I'm hungry and I have Stiles constantly texting me." Just to prove her point she held up her buzzing phone, glaring at Stiles who ducked in his seat.

Sadist
How's Scooter?

Baby detective
He's...

Baby detective
Asleep. He is asleep. Why is it always me that has to babysit him?

Allura chucked, shoving Isaac's face back as he peeked over her shoulder.

Sadist
You're the bestie. You change his diapers.

The sound of Stiles scoffing reached her ears, making her grin widen.

Baby detective
Bitch

Sadist
Your bitch

Allura turned off her phone, the sound of Stiles' heartbeat rising flooding her sense putting her in a daydream state.

"Yeah there's also death in numbers, it's called a massacre."

Sadist
holocaust, bloodbath, carnage, annihilation, mass murder, slaughter, butchery.

"See! Even Allura agrees."

Sadist
Never said that

"Damn it."

∞❦∞

"Coach, it's five minutes for a bathroom break, okay? We've been in this thing for like three hours-"

Whistle

"It's sixty miles to the next rest stop-"

Whistle

"Being cooped up for hours is not good-"

Whistle

"You know our blatter's aren't exactly!"

Whistle

"Coach this is-"

Whistle

"It's"

Whistle

"Please-"

Whistle

"Let me talk-"

Whistle

"Every time-"

Coach blew his whistle and held it. She watched as Stiles contorted and anger by the second.

"Back to your seat Stilinski!"

"OKAY!" Stiles yelled.

Oh.... Oh that- that's hot. Okay. Oooookay....shit now I'm horny. Fucking hate this teenage body.

∞❦∞

Allura had slept through most of the bus ride. Now she had a familiar face shaking her awake.

"Aiden?"

"Nope."

"Oh."

"Let's go." Ethan pulled her up as if she was a delicate flower. She huffed.

"You missed Boyd's little attack scene. Who knew you were such a deep sleeper?"

"My flings."

"So Stiles and Aiden?"

"Wha- no!"

"You were fucking my brother for months..."

Allura stared at him, "it's true."

"You wanna know the best part?" Allura grinned.

"I regret this."

"It was amazing. Ugh, I'm telling you when he used his tongue to-"

"Nope!"

∞❦∞

Allura trailed behind as Stiles and Allison rushed Scott to the bathroom, Lydia in tow. She kept in tune with their words as she stood at the bathroom entrance.

"Oh god. Why didn't you tell us?" Allison's voice asked.

"Sorry." Scott apologized, his voice heavy.

"Just give us a second, okay?" Allison whispered.

"This shouldn't be happening. I've seen him heal from worse than this."

"Okay, what do we do then?" Stiles asked, "Do we call an ambulance?"

"What if it's too late? What if they can't help?" Allison worried.

"We gotta do something." Stiles defended.

"I could do something," Allura spoke up. She was leaning against the wall, simply watching the chaos that she loved. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she remained relaxed.

"What?" Allison asked with tears in her eyes.

"Something. But I need everyone out." Allura shrugged.

"You think we trust you to be alone with Scott?" Lydia snapped, "Seeing as you're fucking Ethan and Aiden I wouldn't be surprised if you killed him here and now."

Allura grinned, "Very creative of you. I'll have to keep your thought process in mind." Allura crouched beside Scott before looking up at the three.

"Well?" She raised an eyebrow looking at Stiles.

"Let's go." He started walking backward.

"What?!? Are you crazy? You're just gonna leave this psycho bitch with your best friend?" Lydia screeched.

"Yes, I am leaving her with Scott because I trust her. '' Stiles grabbed Lydia's forearm and started walking away, "Now let her do her magic."

Allison followed before stopping at the door, "Save him, please." She begged.

Allura smiled, "I'll try my best."

She watched as Allison nodded before leaving. Allura let out a sigh, sitting down beside Scott.

"Just you and me now, huh Scotty boy?" Allura smiled. The boy only mumbled something.

"Hey." Allura patted his cheeks. "You gotta stay awake, okay? That's all you gotta do. You hear me?"

"Yes." He whispered.

Allura smiled, "Good."

Allura placed her hands over Scott's wound. He let out a hiss of pain before grabbing her wrist.

"I didn't say it wouldn't hurt."

Allura closed her eyes as she focused. What felt like hours were only seconds as Scott's skin slowly generated more cells and replaced the infected ones. She let out a groan but kept going, her eyes screwing shut.

This is for Stiles. And Allison. Do it for them.

"Allura," Scott whispered as he regained energy. His eyes fluttered open and he shifted slightly.

"Stop moving. I'm saving your life, you ungrateful, puppy dog eyed, bitch." Allura complained, pushing her hands against his abs. He groaned in pain making Allura smirk.

"Stay still."

She once again focused, her energy leaving her body. Never had she healed a supernatural wound from an alpha before. An alpha who killed other werewolves for power nonetheless.

"What are you doing?" He asked in concern and confusion.

"Currently...uhh... Recreating your DNA and making healthy cells that kill the dying and dead ones. To put it easy." Allura groaned. She hissed as her hands turned red-tinted and transparent.

After a moment of silence Scott whispered, "You're good. Most people don't see it but I do."

Allura faltered, her eyes flickering up to meet his. Just from the look in her eye the younger boy could tell she was foreign to any kind of genuine compliment.

Allura let out a sigh as she looked at her black and red blood-covered hands. Her fingertips ran over his abs checking for the wound, which was now gone.

Allura weakly smiled, "You owe me, McCall."

Scott grinned, "Definitely."

"But for now..." She started, "You can start by helping me up." Sweat clung to her forehead and she panted. Scott stood up, shocked by the amount of energy he had.

"I guess I owe you twice." Allura hummed in agreement.

Scott helped her and guided her to the sink. She washed her hands off before wiping them on Scott's shirt.

"Really?" Scott laughed.

"Hey, you need a new one anyway." She raised her hands in defense.

Scott chuckled, "And as much as I would love to stay and talk, especially while getting a view of your six-pack." Allura grinned and a blush rose to Scott's face.

"Your beta is currently beating the shit out of one of my gay best friends." Scott's eyes widened.

"Oh shit!" He cursed before running off. Allura chucked before following.

She watched in confusion as Scott yelled Isaac's name only for him to continue punching Ethan.

"Isaac?" Allura asked. His voice didn't reach his werewolf ear though because of the crowd chanting and yelling a bunch of things.

"Isaac!" Allura called out barely even shouting. Instantly he froze and turned to her.

"That's enough, Bear." She smiled.

He nodded in shame, his head hung low. She took baby steps towards her and she pulled him down to her height hugging him. His arms wrapped around her waist, his nose nuzzling into the corner of her neck.

"That's enough."

∞❦∞

Allura slipped past Lydia as she went to sit next to Stiles. "Sorry, seat's taken." Allura apologized with fake sympathy.

Strawberry glared at her but moved to sit somewhere else.

"So it's the sacrifices, right? Everything has to do with them and someone who thinks he's like a dark druid of some kind." Stiles spoke more to himself than her

"Or she."

"What?"

Allura raised an eyebrow, "Are you saying that you haven't considered the fact that the person doing sacrifices could be a female?"

"I-well. No, n-not exactly." Stiles stuttered.

"Okay." Allura turned to him, her arm resting on the back of the bus seat.

"So who do you know has moved into town recently? Aside from me, obviously." Allura asked.

"No one really. Just you, that one kid at the middle school, his family, and Ms. Blake." Stiles shrugged.

"Wait, Ms. Blake just moved here?" Allura asked.

"Yeah, why." Stiles' eyebrows knit in confusion as his brain worked.

"Wait- you don't think..."

"The whole school is filled with Werewolves, whatever the hell Lydia is, and hunters. So yeah, a new teacher appearing out of nowhere, who from what I've heard already knows about the supernatural, and the fact that she's replacing a teacher that's missing, maybe even used as a sacrifice." Allura explained.

"I don't know about you but that seems suspicious."

"You make a good point," Stiles mumbled as his fingers moved to his bottom lip and picked at it.

"Some cultures sacrifice people to prepare for battle or to gain more power. Like to defeat an enemy or some shit." Allura grabbed his hand and pulled it away from his scarred lip. His eyes flickered from her hand on his, to her lips, and her eyes.

They gazed into each other's eyes.

Damn. He looks just like a dream. The prettiest eyes I've ever seen.

"So, we've got alpha werewolves against a dark druid." Stiles bit his bottom lip as his hand raised to his mouth again.

"And a true Alpha in theory."

Stiles looked at her in confusion. "Huh?"

"Something about Scott's blood. It's different from other werewolves. Pure. I mean, Scott was making himself suffer because he took the blame for the death of a friend. That he didn't even kill!" Allura explained

"If that's not true and pure I don't know what is?"