[ 1.2 | SECOND CHANCE AT FIRST LINE ]

     THE AGE OF ADOLESCECNE has never been easy phase of life to understand. Every aspect seems to change at a rapid pace, always evolving and never slowing down. There was nothing to stop it. Life would continue to move forward leaving everyone that was struggling in the dust.

     And in the last few hours, Daisy's life had been flipped on its head.

     The Fulton girl accepted a tense ride from the one, Derek Hale. Allison opted to be taken to her home first, leaving Daisy alone with the strange man. To her surprise, it was not as incredibly awkward as she thought it would be. Very few words were exchanged between the two, which Daisy did not mind.

     Once she made it to the safety of her own home, she had gotten a call from Stiles. His absurd theory about their best friend had been correct. Scott was indeed a werewolf.

     The McCall boy leaped from his bedroom window escaping into the Beacons Hills Preserve. Stiles searched for hours, until he finally found Scott travelling down the side of a two lane highway the next morning.

     Daisy could not wrap her mind around the idea of her best friend being a creature of the night. There was no possible way that werewolves existed. That was what she always believed. Until now.

     Their new discoveries prompted Daisy to investigate further into Scott's new situation. So during her last class of the day, the blonde ventured into the school library. Although Stiles owned dozens of books and papers on the subject, Daisy did not want to deal with the boy's obsessive nature.

     Inside the library, students move about the room talking amongst themselves or searching for books along the many wooden shelves. Several of the light colored tables in the room were at full capacity preventing her from finding a spot to read the large volume in her hands. Her green eyes scan the room, until they land on a seemingly empty table toward the back of the library.

     Daisy holds the large book against the brown sweater covering her chest, as she maneuvers around the furniture spread throughout the room. Approaching the table, she finds a person occupying one of the four chairs surrounding the flat surface. A teenage boy with curly dirty blonde hair sits at the end of the table staring down at a book spread across the flat surface in front of him. His head is bowed over the volume covering his face from view.

     Hesitantly, Daisy makes her way over to the table. Approaching the chair diagonal from the boy, she clears her throat. "Uh, hi." She exclaims bringing the boy's eyes to her own. "Is anyone..."

     The boy immediately shakes his head. "No, its, uh –there's no one sitting there."

     Daisy smiles lightly setting her book down on the table, before slinging her backpack across the back of the wooden chair. She sits down noticing the boy's shy gaze return to the volume in front of him. The blonde pays him no mind flipping her own open letting her green eyes flick across the page.

     After a few moments, Daisy glances away from the History of Werewolves toward the boy. She could not understand how she had never seen him around Beacon Hills before. Sure the town was quite large, as well as the local high school, but she knew most of the sophomore class. There could be a possibility of the teenager being new to the small city, but Daisy knew of only one new student. And that was Allison Argent.

     The Fulton girl does not notice how long she has been looking at the blond haired boy, until his gaze lifts. Daisy's eyes widen slightly meeting his own. She clears her throat, once again, and says, "I'm Daisy, by the way."

     The boy gives her a faint nod. "Isaac."

     Realization falls over the girl's face hearing the name. There had been a kid in her second grade class named Isaac. Isaac Lahey to be exact. He used to share his animal crackers with her at snack time.

     Daisy lifts her hand pointing her index finger toward him. "Isaac Lahey?" He nods with a slightly perplexed expression. "You were in Mrs. Carlton's class."

     His blue eyes light up in understanding, finally recognizing the girl. "Daisy Fulton."

     Her lips pull up into a small smile. "That would be me. I can't believe I didn't recognize you."

     Isaac shrugs. "It's been awhile."

     Daisy glances down at the table. "Right." In that moment, her phone begins to vibrate in the pocket of her dark grey jeans. She pulls out the black device sighing at the message from Stiles on the screen. After shoving the phone back into her pocket, she begins to gather up her belongings. "I'm sorry, but I have to go."

     "Don't worry about it." Isaac waves her off dismissively shutting his own book. "I have to get to lacrosse practice anyway."

     The blonde laughs lightly slipping her backpack onto her shoulder. "What a coincidence? That's where I'm headed."

     A faint grin crosses Isaac's face. "I guess I'll, um, see you there."

     Daisy nods toward him before turning on her heel moving out of the library and in the direction of the lacrosse field.

     _______

     The brisk winter air flows across Daisy's exposed neck, as she sits on the lowest row of the metal bleachers. Several of the lacrosse players were already out on the field readying themselves for the first play of practice. Daisy could spot Stiles on the bench, while Scott squared off with Jackson in the center of the field.

     "Lets go. McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go!" Coach Finstock shouts from the sideline.

     The Fulton girl lets her knee bounce, as she watches Scott kick off the ground sprinting toward Jackson. He attempts to move out of the way, until the star lacrosse player slams into Scott's shoulder knocking him on his back.

     Daisy flinches at the harsh contact bringing her clasped hands to her mouth. This was why she hated the sport. The players were extremely rough, and Coach did not care if they were to break a bone. The whole sport was ridiculous.

     "Hey, McCall." Coach Finstock calls out to the shaggy haired boy slowly pushing himself from the ground. "Hey, McCall!"

     Scott jogs over to the man listening to him complain about his poor performance. Daisy continues to brace herself seeing her best friend make his way back onto the field.

     "McCall's gonna do it again! Let's go!" Coach yells clapping his hands.

     Daisy watches on feeling her nerves reach the point of no return. Her green eyes never deviate from Scott's figure, as his eyes connect with Jackson a few yards in front of him. At the shrill tone of Coach's whistle, both boys take off in a sprint toward each other. Scott raises his lacrosse stick charging in Jackson's direction. Neither of them back off colliding mid-stride.

     Daisy leaps to her feet watching Jackson slam into the hard ground, while Scott falls to his knees. Coach races to the Whittemore boy's side noticing him writhing in pain clutching his left shoulder. The Fulton girl does not give him a second thought, as she follows Stiles lead dropping to Scott's side.

     He continues to kneel on the ground breathing heavily. "I can't control it." Scott growls through gritted teeth. "It's happening."

     The Stilinski's boy's eyes widen considerably. "What? Right here? Now?" Their best friend lets out a low groan ripping his gloves from his hands. "Come on, get up." Stiles states taking the boy's right arm. "Come on. Come on."

     Daisy takes the other helping Stiles carry Scott off the lacrosse field. They continue to drag him from the view of passersby and into the boy's locker room. The blonde wrinkles her nose at the repulsive smell, but ignores the odor releasing her hold on her best friend.

     "Scott, are you okay?" She questions watching him heave against the concrete floor.

     Stiles makes a move toward the boy. "Scott?"

     The McCall boy just growls loudly staring up at his two friend with glowing yellow eyes. "Get away from me!" He screams causing them both to stumble back.

     Stiles takes hold of Daisy's arm pulling her away from the transforming werewolf. The blonde seems frozen seeing fangs sprout from Scott's gums. Both teenagers quickly move around the row of grey lockers, as the new werewolf leaps from the ground landing on top of the metal structure.

    Daisy stares at her best friend in horror staggering toward the exit. Scott snarls atop the row of lockers climbing onto the concrete rafters lining the ceiling.

     "Stiles!" She calls out gripping the Stilinski boy's forearm tightly, pulling him toward the door leading out of the locker room.

     Stiles glances around the room searching for something to stop their werewolf best friend above them. A red fire extinguisher hangs on the wall beside the door catching his eye. He rips his arms from Daisy's grasp snatching the piece of equipment from the wall.

     Not a moment later, Scott launches himself from the ceiling claws outstretched toward his best friends. Stiles quickly raises the fire extinguisher pressing down on the handle to spray the white carbon dioxide in the werewolf's face. Scott stumbles away from the nozzle falling back against the wooden bench behind him.

     Once the fire extinguisher is empty, Stiles lowers the equipment placing it on the ground beside him. Daisy's heart continues to hammer against her ribcage watching the shaggy haired boy's eyes fade from a glowing yellow to their normal chocolate brown.

     Scott rests back on the bench slowing his rapid breathing. He glances up from the ground meeting the blonde's frightened gaze. "Daisy –what happened?"

     Her lips part wringing her hands together nervously. "Well, you, um –you just tried to attack us." She states taking in the boy's guilt filled expression.

     "It's like I told you before." Stiles exclaims moving toward his best friend. "It's the anger. It's your pulse rising. It's a trigger."

     Scott exhales. "But, that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed."

     Daisy lets out a huff. "I've noticed, believe me. But if you keep on doing this, you could end up hurting someone." She moves over to sit beside him on the bench.

     Stiles sits down on the floor in front of Scott taking off his large gloves. "Or kill someone. You can't play Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game."

     "I'm first line." Scott states dejectedly.

     The Stilinski boy shakes his head glancing up from his hands. "Not anymore."

     _______

     Worrying about her friends was something Daisy had been used to for quite sometime. With Scott's severe asthma and Stiles's ADHD, the Fulton girl had enough to worry about regarding the most important people in her life. And with their recent events, Daisy now has to deal with the fact that her best friend might snap and slaughter his entire lacrosse team.

     The blonde knew she had a lot on her plate, and that was only the problems pertaining to her friends. An English textbook lays across the ivory colored island countertop of the Fulton household. Daisy sits in a barstool staring at the blurry lines on the page. She lifts her hands kneading at the skin of her temples.

     The front door of the home creaks open revealing Daisy's mother dressed in light blue scrubs. She tosses her keys onto the table next to the door moving in the direction of the kitchen. Her eyes land on her daughter massaging away the growing headache.

     "Hey, honey. Rough day?" Lindsay questions placing her purse on the island counter.

     Daisy glances up from the flat surface dropping her hands from her face. "You could say that."

     The woman frowns moving over to the stainless steel refrigerator positioned diagonal to Daisy's left. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asks peering into the appliance.

     "Not really." The blonde sighs letting her arms fall to the counter. "Why don't we talk about your exciting day at the hospital?" She inquires sending her mother a playful smile.

     Lindsay stands from the fridge shutting the door. "I don't think you want to hear about the sliced open appendages, and separated shoulders I've had to tend to."

     Daisy's brows furrow. "You were Jackson Whittemore's nurse?"

     Her mother quirks an eyebrow. "How did you know about that?"

     The blonde lets out a huff. "Scott is actually the one who ran into him on the field."

     Lindsay's eyes widen at her daughter's words. "Scott? Scott McCall? As in, the boy who wouldn't harm a fly?"

     Daisy nods with a tight lipped smile. "That's the one. But, it actually wasn't his fault."

     "I knew that sport was no good." Her mother claims moving to stand across from her daughter.

     "You're telling me." She sighs, once again, resting her chin atop her open palm.

     Lindsay sets her hands on the surface of the counter. "How about you and I order some takeout?" She hums. "That always seems to cheer you up."

     Daisy's green eyes light up at the mention of food. "Really?"

     Her mother smiles brightly. "Sure. What kind of takeout should we get?" She questions rummaging through her purse for her phone.

     "Italian." The Fulton girl exclaims dropping her hand from her chin. "I am craving some ravioli."

     Lindsay glances up at her daughter with a black device in her hand. "Italian it is then."

     _______

     The next day, Daisy somehow finds herself in one of the many waiting rooms of Beacon Hills Memorial. Scott composed the brilliant idea of sneaking into the hospital morgue to find the severed body he found in the preserve. The McCall boy was convinced that Derek Hale had been the one to turn him into a werewolf, and killed the girl in the forest.

     Daisy, on the other hand, did not completely believe the theory. She knew that the man was certainly unnerving, but could he be capable of murder? She guessed that anyone could resort to homicide given the right motivation.

     The blonde walks alongside her two best friends making their way down one of the sterile hallways of the hospital. Stiles halts his movements stopping them in front of a blue door with a sliver lettering across the flat surface. Morgue.

     "Hey." Stiles calls out nodding toward the door.

     Scott nods in return moving in the direction of the room. "Okay."

     "Good luck, I guess." The Stilinski boy mutters following Daisy into the small waiting room.

     The Fulton girl glances around the crowded area not recognizing anyone in that moment. She definitely does not want to run into her or Scott's mother. They would question why the three best friends were even in the medical facility. That conversation could be saved for a later date.

     Turning the corner at the nurse's station, Daisy's eyes fall on a familiar strawberry blonde sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs. She glances toward Stiles finding the boy's gaze already on the sixteen-year old girl.

     Daisy has known about Stiles's crush on Lydia for as long as she could remember. There was not a day that the spazzy boy did not make a comment about the spoiled teenage girl.

     He spins away from the nurses' station facing her direction. Daisy shakes her head reaching out to grab the boy's arm. "No, Stiles..." She tries to stop her friend, but he just ignores her stepping toward Lydia.

     Stiles walks down the row of chairs against the wall awkwardly smiling toward the strawberry blonde. "Hey, Lydia. You probably don't remember me." He begins stumbling over his words. "Um, I sit behind you in Biology. Uh, anyway, I always thought that we just had this kind of connection." Lydia's head turns slightly in his direction causing him to stutter. "Unspoken, of course. Maybe it'd be kind of cool to, get to know each other a little better."

     The Martin girl lightly grins pushing her thick hair behind her ear. "Hold on, give me a second." She states pulling a small black Bluetooth from her ear, before staring up at Stiles. "Yeah, I didn't get any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating?"

     The short haired boy's expression falters shaking his head. "No. Sorry. I'll just sit." He backs away in Daisy's direction. "You don't care."

     The Fulton girl frowns opening her mouth to say something to the boy, but he just snatches a brochure from the small table next to the row of chairs perpendicular to Lydia's. Daisy sighs taking up a seat next to Stiles. She glances over at the boy reading the white brochure in his hands. A light laugh escapes her lips reading Menstrual Cycle written across the front of the paper.

     Daisy's attention is drawn behind her noticing Jackson moving in the direction of his girlfriend rubbing his injured shoulder. Lydia immediately stands to her heeled feet meeting the boy halfway. "Did he do it?"

     Jackson drops his hand. "He said not to make a habit of it, but one cortisone shot won't kill me."

     "You should get one right before the game, too." The strawberry blonde exclaims pushing herself up to rest inches from her boyfriend's face. "The pros do it all the time. You want to be a little high school amateur? Or –do you want to go –pro?" She drawls staring at his lips.

     Daisy's nose wrinkles in disgust looking away from the couple exchanging bodily fluids in the middle of the hospital waiting room. Her green eyes shift from the scene landing on Scott's form slipping out of the morgue. She takes in the boy's dejected expression standing to her feet. "Did you find it?" Daisy questions leaving Stiles to hide behind the brochure in his hands.

     Scott nods moving over to their friend placing a hand on his shoulder. Stiles jumps whipping around in the boy's direction. "Holy God!"

     "The scent was the same." Scott states.

     Stiles leaps to his feet. "You sure?"

     "Yes."

     Daisy's brows furrow in confusion. "So, the other half of the body is buried on Derek's property?"

     "Which means we have proof he killed the girl." The McCall boy exclaims.

     A mischievous expression crosses Stiles's face. "I say we use it."

     "How?" Scott and Daisy ask simultaneously.

     "Tell me something first." The Stilinski boy turns to his male best friend. "Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek, or because you want to play in the game, and he said you couldn't?"

     Scott exhales bouncing on his heels. "There are bite marks on the legs, Stiles –bite marks."

     Daisy's face scrunches at the thought, while Stiles practically rejoices at the news. "Okay. Then we're gonna need a shovel."

     _______

     The Fulton girl clutches her jade colored jacket closer to her body trying to keep out the harsh wind of the Beacon Hills Preserve. The scorched hull of the old Hale house stands before her, as she follows her two best friends near the destroyed home.

     An eerie sensation travels down Daisy's spine staring at the home where the entire Hale family burned alive. She could not help feeling like they were disturbing their resting place in someway.

     "Wait, something's different." Scott voices sniffing the air.

     Stiles glances at the boy. "Different how?"

     The McCall boy shakes his head. "I don't know." He walks up to the large dirt mound beside the house. "Let's just get this over with."

     _______

     Daisy stands over the shallow grave watching Stiles and Scott dig further and further into the hard ground. A flashlight is clutched in her right hand, while the other rests under her arm attempting to conserve her remaining body heat. Her green eyes dart across the dark expansive land flinching at every small noise coming from inside the forest around them.

     "Are you guys done yet? This place is creeping me out." Daisy exclaims quietly holding the beam of light toward the two boys.

     Stiles stops digging for a moment glancing up at the girl. "It would go along faster if you helped us."

     The blonde tilts her head. "You only brought two shovels."

     His mouth parts searching for something to say, but he shakes his head going back to the task at hand.

     "What if he comes back?" Scott questions tossing dirt on the side of the shallow hole.

     Stiles scoffs. "Then we get the hell out of here."

     "And if he catches us?" Daisy inquires glancing toward the front of the Hale house.

     "I have a plan for that." The spazzy boy states continuing to dig.

     Scott quirks an eyebrow. "Which is?"

     "You run one way. I run opposite that, and Daisy runs in the other. Whoever he catches first, too bad." He shrugs ignoring the incredulous looks from his best friends.

     The McCall boy frowns. "I hate that plan."

     Daisy nods in agreement. "Me too."

     They continue to dig for a few more moments, until Stiles's shovel connects with something solid. "Oh, stop, stop, stop." He exclaims setting down the tool in his hands.

     The Fulton girl peers into the hole watching her friend drop to the ground moving the dirt off a dark brown tarp. Thin ropes hold the edges together bound into several intricate knots. Stiles takes hold of the rope struggling to untie the tightly wrapped twine.

     "Come on, Stiles. Hurry up." Daisy voices glancing behind her toward the front of the property.

     Stiles lets out an annoyed huff. "I'm trying. Did he have to tie this thing in, like, nine hundred knots?"

     Scott kneels at his side pushing him away. "I'll do it." He grabs the rope quickly untying the binds.

     Both boys pull at the filthy tarp ripping the tightly bound rope aside. Once the fabric is moved away from the object underneath, all three teens scream in a mixture of surprise and horror jumping away from the hole. Inside the shallow grave, a severed wolf head of dark coloring lays within the brown tarp.

     Daisy presses her free hand against her chest staring down at the wolf trying to control her rapid heartrate. She had been expecting the sight of a dead body, although it was never her intention to even look at the rotting corpse. But she was definitely not expecting to see a dead wolf.

     "What the hell is that?" Stiles questions breathing heavily on the edge of the shallow grave.

     Scott peers into the hole in complete and utter confusion. "It's a wolf."

     The Stilinski boy deadpans. "Yeah, I can see that. I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood."

     "I told you something was different." The shaggy haired boy retorts.

     Daisy ignores her friends bickering not taking her eyes off the decaying animal before them. What was Derek's reasoning for burying the severed body of a wolf? Scott claimed that he could detect the blood of the murdered woman from the morgue. Although, he could have been mistaken. He was new to being a werewolf, and could have easily gotten a few details wrong.

     But, that did not explain Derek's motive. Why would he bury a dead wolf on his property?

     The blonde's eyes widen snapping out of her thoughts. She glances over her shoulder at her two best friends finding Stiles kneeling in front of a small purple flower planted beside the grave.

     "I think it's wolfsbane." He voices staring at the blossom.

     Scott's brows furrow. "What's that?"

     Stiles whips around facing his best friend. "Uh –haven't you ever seen the Wolf Man?"

     "No."

     Daisy sighs stepping to their sides preventing the two boys from bickering again. "It's a plant that is supposedly harmful to werewolves." She says pointedly toward Scott, before facing Stiles. "Now, can we leave? There's nothing significant here to incriminate Derek."

     The Stilinski boy rolls his eyes turning back to the flower. "You two are so unprepared for this." He reaches out plucking the plant from the ground.

     Instead of roots hanging from the purple blossom, a thin rope remains connected to the green steam secured to the ground. Stiles glances over his shoulder pulling the twine from the dirt. He steps back dragging the rope in a circular shape around the shallow grave.

     A brisk gust of wind surges through the preserve stinging Daisy's pale skin. She looks away from Stiles tugging the rope from the ground. Her green eyes widen tremendously staring down at the decaying wolf. But in its place, the upper body of a young woman lays at the bottom of the hole with her glazed eyes staring up at the night sky.

     Daisy smacks Scott on the arm bringing his attention away from Stiles. He glances in the blonde's direction noticing her gaze on the shallow grave. His brown eyes drift down staring at the dead body in shock.

     "Stiles." Scott calls out quietly.

     The Stilinski boy holds the wadded rope in his hands turning his attention to his two best friends staring into the grave. He quickly moves to their side letting out a yelp at the sight before him. "Holy..."

     Daisy finally turns her stare away, not being able to look at the dead body any longer. In that moment, she knew her life was about to get way more complicated than she ever imagined.

Don't really have much to say in this author's note. I'm highly sleep deprived.

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-Jordan