Before you start.
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THEIR CHARACTERS!!
I only own my character and her plot!
Enjoy!!

Emma arrived home after dealing with Stiles. He had a lot of questions and told her that they needed to keep an eye on Scott at the party.

They both started arguing about who's taking who and finally agreed that Stiles is going to pick her up in, now, 27 minutes. He knew for sure that Emma would drink something and even though he wouldn't mind riding in her Range Rover, this stressful situation would only be on his mind and not the road. So he would probably scratch her RR.

Emma turns off the ignition of her car and walks to the back to grab her gym bag and backpack.

She opens the door and locks it behind her, then walk upstairs to her room.

The dirty clothes from practice land in the basket by her door as she throws them in there, dropping her gym bag next to it. It lands with a bump as the helmet and Lacrosse stick hit the floor.

She puts down her backpack on her bed and empties it. Her school books and Macbook now laying on the soft sleeping material. Emma grabs her books and puts then on her desk and then turns slightly to her closet so she can find an outfit.

She notices that her closet door is ajar, which is unusual because she always leaves it closed. Opening the door a little more, she sees a small package on the floor, neatly wrapped and with a white bow. She grabs it up and walks over to her bed. As she sits down, she pulls the bow and opens the lit.

Inside is a red material and she grabs it out of the box. A small note falls on her lap as she pulls it out.

'Welcome to the team, Sis.'

She pulls the fabric a little higher and her eyes widen. It is a Beacon Hills High Lacrosse Jersey. As she turns it over, she can't believe her eyes.

E. Whittemore

13

With a bright smile on her face, she jumps up and down. But something else catches her eyes.

The alarm on her nightstand. Stiles is going to be here in less than 19 minutes.

She hurriedly runs to her closet and grabs a pair a black skinny jean with rips on the knees and a cute red top. She puts on one of the many pairs of black shoes, heels this time and grabs a small purse for her phone and some mint gum.

As she passes the kitchen downstairs. She sees a pack of mint and strawberry gum on the counter. She grabs them both and walks to the door to grab her jacket. She turns to the door just as a silhouette approaches.

She opens the door for the buzzcut. "Ready to go, Stilinski?"

"Yeah, sure." He awkwardly smiles.

Emma walks over to Stiles his Jeep and waits for him to follow, but when she turns, he is already behind her and is about to get in. So she goes over to the passenger side and gets in the car before buckling her seatbelt.

"I hope Scott's okay." She says quietly breaking the silence as Stiles turns the ignition.

"Yeah." Stiles says not paying attention.

"So what exactly is the plan here?" Emma glances over as Stiles slowly begins to drive to Lydia's house. But he just simply shrugs. "How about this: Keep our distance, don't mess up his date up, but keep an eye on the mop head?"

Stiles glances over at Emma and gives her a smile. "Sounds like a plan. Keep a distance eye on the mop head." He chuckles.

"Great." Emma nods with still concerned eyes.

"It's not like we can do much. And that is if we even have to do something."

Stiles did have a point. What if Scott wasn't even a werewolf and everything is just fine. And if he is one, how is he going to explain that to Melissa... Wouldn't be smart keeping that from her. Which also means that if he is one, There is walking another one, that bites, around Beacon Hills. Emma shivers at her thoughts and shakes her head slightly.

"I'm gonna need to stay sober, aren't I?" Emma says, not that she is an alcoholic but she wouldn't mind a drink now.

"It would be the best for both of us." Stiles says and she sighs.

They soon arrive at the Holland household and Stiles parks his Jeep close to Scott's car. Lydia's place is crowded with people, all of them holding red solo cups or are dancing. The friends walk in together and look at each other.

"Okay, how are we going to even find him in here?" Emma asks as she looks around the room again. Somebody stumbles into her and nearly knocks her off her feet if it wasn't for Stiles catching her. "Thanks."

"No worries, Em. Maybe we should walk a little further?" Stiles asks and starts walking in the direction of the garden.

"Stiles wait!"

But the buzzcut is already lost in the sea of drinking people. And once again somebody bumps into her.

"Hey, watch it - Scott?" Emma looks at her friend who looks awful. "Are you okay?"

Instead of getting an answer, he slowly pushes her aside and walks out of the house.

"Scott!" Stiles yells as he trails behind their friend. "Emma, c'mon!"

Emma walks out and sees Scott's car in a distance, driving away. A confused and hurt looking Allison watching him go. Emma looks at Stiles concerned once again before turning back to look at Allison. But the dark haired female was already walking behind a familiar looking male and up to his car.

Stiles grabs back Emma's attention by grabbing her arm and dragging her to his car. "Get in."

"But Alli?"

"She's fine. Derek is giving her a ride home."

Stiles turns on the ignition and drives fast to Scott McCall's house.

As they arrive they see that Scott left the door open, which is of course really smart, and run up to his house. They enter the house fast and run up the stairs to Scott's bedroom, hearing him grunt slightly.

Suddenly Emma begins to feel really dizzy and a major headache comes crashing the party. She pants slowly as she grips the door post of Scott's room. The only thing she hears is Stiles's muffle screams at Scott and the door slamming. Her whole body begins to sweat and breathing becomes really hard for her. All she wants to do is scream, grab Stiles his attention, but nothing comes out. And before she knows it, her eyes roll to the back of her head and everything becomes Dark.