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Stacie: (voice over) "Previously on Worlds Colliding (Teen Wolf.)" 

From 1.03 "Pack Mentality", in Scott's dream, on the bus, Scott was breathing heavily.

"What's wrong?" Allison asked.

Scott turned away. "Get away."

From 1.03 "Pack Mentality", inside the Hale House, Tara looked outside the broken window. She tilted her heard. "We have a visitor."

Scott stood on the edge of the property from outside, not seeing either of them. "I know you can hear me. I need your help."

From 1.03 "Pack Mentality", outside the Hale House, Scott, Derek and Tara stood on the porch.

"You wanna know if you'll hurt her," Tara told him.

From 1.03 "Pack Mentality", in BHHS' hallway, Scott leaned against Jackson's locker, his eyes glowing gold. He yelled, punching the locker, the door hanging by a thread, dented.

Derek: (voice over from 1.03 Pack Mentality) "But it's not gonna come for free."

From 1.03 "Pack Mentality", in the bowling alley's arcade, Jackson and Scott were talking.

"Don't think for a second I've given up on finding out what your little secret is," Jackson told him. I think whatever it is you're hiding..." He turned his head. "You don't want her to find out about it, either."

Scott followed his gaze to Allison, who was getting ready to leave, sitting next to Lydia.

From 1.03 "Pack Mentality", in the bowling alley, Scott stood in front of the alley.

Allison stood behind him. "Think about me. Naked."

From 1.03 "Pack Mentality", outside the Argent House, Allison and Scott kissed.

"I'm not big on group dates," Allison told him. "Next time, just the two of us."

From 1.03 "Pack Mentality", in the Hale House, Tara pushed away from the wall, walking further into the room.

Scott looked at Derek. "You ruined my life! You're the one that bit me."

"No, I'm not," Derek told him.

Tara shook her head. "I'm not the one that bit you. Neither of us are."

Scott leaned back until he was sitting on the couch behind him. "There's another."

"It's called an Alpha," Derek told him. "You and us? We're Betas. He's the one that bit you. You're apart of his pack."

From 1.02 "Second Chance at First Line", in the Hale House, Tara was using the door frame to the living room as a pull up bar.

Derek was standing behind her.

"I want him dead," Tara told him. "And you're worrying about this newly turned... kid instead of worrying about our actual problem."

"I get that," Derek told her. "I do. This new Werewolf could help us in finding him."

From 1.03 "Pack Mentality", in Peter's hospital room, Peter sat in the wheelchair, facing the window, unmoving. 

Tara slowly stood in front of him, looking down at him in guilt. "Peter. Peter?"

No response came.

Tara sighed, sitting in the chair.

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Day One

Night - On The Road - Woman's Car

A woman was driving. She listened to the newscaster on the radio. "In other news, local authorities remain perplexed by the animal attacks plaguing Beacon Hills."

The woman scoffed, turning the radio station to an actual song.

(Song:) My Darling - Lucy Schwartz

The woman applied lip gloss, looking in the review mirror.

Outside the car as it kept driving, a darting shape ran by, growling.

The woman drummed her fingers against the steering wheel, tilting her head back and forth to the music.

The Alpha ran alongside the car, its glowing red eyes glaring toward the woman, the woman not realizing it was there before it disappeared.

The Alpha still followed her, behind the car.

Seeming to sense something wrong, the woman looked behind her, not seeing anything.

The Alpha still followed her, behind the car.

As the woman looked behind her again, it hid against her car.

The woman gasped as she looked forward, seeing a truck, the tires screeching to a stop before she hit it.

The horn of the truck honked at her as it drove away.

(Song Ends) 

The woman breathed heavily, relaxing, sighing, closing her eyes. "Nice driving, Kate. Nice." Kate sighed once again when she heard the loud clank from on top of the car, looking up. She reached behind her seat, the Alpha's hand shattering the window, reaching inside. Kate screamed as it grabbed her arm, grunting as she struggled. "No." 

Kate grabbed the rifle, shooting through the roof of the car.

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Outside

Kate opened the passenger side's door, rolling out of the car, onto the pavement outside. She cocked the rifle, looking around, standing. "Come on." She fired the gun. "Come on!"

Kate cocked the gun, looking around, breathless.

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Worlds Colliding (Teen Wolf) 

(Love. Be Afraid. Book One) 

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McCall Home - Scott's Room 

Scott was lying in bed, hearing the echo of the gunshot, waking, raising his head, looking around, before lowering it back to the pillow, trying to go back to sleep.

A Werewolf howling made Scott get up, pulling on his jeans, walking toward the door.

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On the Road

Kate lowered her gun, walking to the trunk of her car, raising the door. She put the rifle to the side, flipping over a blanket, grabbing a more powerful gun, opening the hidden compartment in the floor board, opening a black case of bullets and a wooden box. She grabbed the wooden box, opening it, looking at the bullets inside.

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Argent Home - Foyer 

Mr. Argent walked through the foyer, toward the door.

Allison's voice came from on the stairs behind him. "What's going on?"

Mr. Argent turned toward Allison. "Your Aunt Kate just texted. I'm heading out to pick her up."

"It's 2:00 in the morning," Allison stated. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Mr. Argent told her. "She's just having a little car trouble."

"Not serious, is it?" Allison asked.

"No, just a flat tire," Mr. Argent told her. "Go back to bed, sweetheart."

Allison walked away, toward her room.

Mr. Argent turned around, opening the door and leaving.

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On The Road

Derek touched the blood on the ground, looking up, and looking around.

The Alpha's growling made him look up.

The Alpha was running from something, climbing over a building's roof, disappearing.

Tara ran across the roof, climbing over the same roof the Alpha had, running after him.

Derek exhaled in anger and annoyance. "Damn it, Tara."

Derek ran forward, leaping onto the landing in front of him.

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Elsewhere

Kate shut the trunk of her car, walking around it, closing her car door and running away from it.

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On The Roof 

Tara ran after the Alpha.

The Alpha climbed over a structure, running away.

Never slowing down, Tara jumped up, grabbing each bar of the structure, pulling herself up to the next level of the roof, flipping over to the other side, continuing the chase. 

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Ground Below 

Derek leaped over a machine in front of him, landing in a crouch, then kept running. He jumped onto the ladder of the building, climbing to the roof.

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On The Roof 

The Alpha ran away from Tara, growling.

Tara kept running after him, jumping over a wire and going after him.

Derek jumped over the roof.

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Ground Below

Kate shot at Derek.

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On The Roof

Derek fell to the roof, rolling off and onto the ground below, groaning.

Tara turned back, looking down at Derek.

The Alpha ran away.

Tara growled in anger and disappointment.

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Ground Below 

Kate aimed her gun at Tara, firing.

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On The Roof

Tara jumped off, rolling through the air and rolling over the ground, landing in a crouch before she got hit.

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Ground Below 

Kate lowered her gun as a vehicle approached, looking back at it as she grabbed her flashlight, walking toward it.

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Elsewhere 

Derek coughed, breathing heavily as groaning as he backed away to the wall that was behind him and Tara.

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Down Below

Mr. Argent walked toward Kate, grabbing her arm. "Get in."

"Not even, 'Hello, nice to see you'?" Kate asked.

"All I got at the moment is 'Please put the assault rifle away before someone notices'," Mr. Argent told her.

Kate scoffed, looking away before looking back at Mr. Argent. "That's the brother I love." Scott was behind a building, peering around it to look at them. "Chris, there were three of them. "

"The Alpha?" Chris asked.

"I don't know," Kate told him. "But one of them tried to kill me."

"One of them is gonna lead us to the others," Chris told her. "They can't do that if they're dead."

"Well, I can't help kill any of them if one of them kills me first," Kate told him.

Chris hesitated. "How long will it take?"

"I'd give him 48 hours," Kate answered. "If that."

Both Chris and Kate walked toward the car.

Scott looked down in confusion.

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Derek and Tara

Derek pulled up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal the bullet wound. 

It glowed purple, purple smoke rising from it while blood was on the bottom half.

Derek looked at Tara. "What did I say about you taking off after the Alpha alone?"

Tara tilted her head. "Says the one who got shot."

Derek didn't answer, exhaling in annoyance.

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Day Two

Morning - Argent Home - Kate's Guest Bedroom 

(Song:) Shake Shake - The Wildbirds

Allison squealed as she ran into Kate's guest bedroom. Both laughed as they hugged each other tightly.

Kate pulled away. "I don't see you for a year, and you turn into a freaking runway model? Look at you." Allison sat down as Kate stood at the end of the bed, her arms around her knees. "Oh! I hate you."

Allison tilted her head against her shoulder. "I haven't even showered yet."

"Sweetie, you're a knockout," Kate told her. "In fact, I hope you have the boys knocking each other's teeth out for your attention."

"I kind of have one," Allison told her.

"You kind of have one?" Kate repeated. "You should kind of have a million."

Both laughed.

Allison reached toward Kate's black bag. "Do you need some help unpacking?"

(Song Ends) 

Kate grabbed Allison's wrist. "No, not that one." She let go. "Oh. See, you turn out beautiful, and I end up with this kung fu death grip. Sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to be so rough."

"No worries," Allison told her. Kate walked away. "Hey, is everything okay with your car?"

"Uh, yeah," Kate answered. "I just needed a jump-start. That's all."

Allison looked toward her. "A jump-start?"

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Beacon Hills High School - English Class 

(Song:) I'll Be True To You - Research Material 

Scott repeatedly bounced his foot. He was sitting in front of Stiles, but behind Ari. Stacie sat to the right of Scott.

The teacher was handing out their graded tests.

Stiles, Scott and Stacie spoke in whispers so no one could hear.

Stiles tapped on Scott's shoulder. "If neither Derek or Tara are the Alpha, if neither of them are the ones who bit you, then who did?"

Scott hesitated. "I don't know."

Stacie looked at Scott. "Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?"

"I don't know," Scott told her.

Stiles sighed, leaning forward. "Does Allison's dad know about the..."

Scott raised his voice. "I don't know!"

Ari turned her head to look at them in confusion.

Scott smiled at her awkwardly. 

Stiles nodded. 

Stacie waved.

Ari turned back to the front.

The teacher handed Stiles his test. A

"Jeez," Stiles told them.

The teacher handed Scott his test. D- Not like you! See me after class.

"Dude, you need to study more," Stacie told him.

Scott put his test down.

The teacher handed Ari her test. A + Excellent, as always.  

Stacie peaked up to Ari's test grade, her voice loud enough for Ari to hear.  "Damn." She looked at Scott. "Study with Ari." No one answered. Ari put her test under her book so no one else would see. "That was a joke. Ari, lighten up." Ari looked over her shoulder to look at Stacie, giving her a sarcastic smile. Stacie smiled. "There you go." She looked at Scott. "Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up. Do you actually want help studying? 'Cause Ari might do it, right, Ari?" 

Ari looked over her shoulder to look at Stacie. "Maybe. For a price." 

"Oh, really?" Stacie asked. "You still pretending to be a badass bitch so that no one can get close enough to you so it doesn't hurt if you lose them?" 

"Still over using sarcasm?" Ari replied. 

Scott sighed, looking from Stacie to Ari in amusement. "I'm studying with Allison after school today."

Stiles raised his eyebrows, smiling. "That's my boy."

"We're just studying," Scott told him.

"Uh-uh," Stiles told him, shaking his head. "No, you're not."

"I'm not?" Scott asked.

"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you," Stiles told him. "If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God, I'll have you de-balled."

"Wow, okay, more than I need to know," Stacie told them, laying her head on her desk.

"Okay," Scott agreed. He looked from Stacie to Stiles. "Just stop with the questions, guys."

"Done," Stacie told them, lowering her voice so Ari wouldn't hear, looking at Ari to make sure she wasn't listening. "No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha or Derek or Tara."

Stiles looked down. "Especially Derek and Tara, who still scare me."

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Hale House - Foyer

Tara walked downstairs to see Derek about to leave. "Where are you going?"

"I need Scott," Derek told her, looking way more weak than he had yesterday.

"Wait, why?" Tara asked.

"Wolfsbane bullet," Derek answered. "He's dating Argent's daughter. I need him to--"

"Yeah," Tara told him, nodding. "I get it. You need help? I can drive."

"No," Derek told her. "Not the car."

"Okay?" Tara told him what sounded like a question.

Derek walked out of the door, leaving, closing the door behind him.

After a moment, Tara finished walking downstairs, following after him more slowly.

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Beacon Hills High School - Hallway

Derek walked in down the hall weakly, slowly, seeing Ari down the hall at her locker, walking toward her. "Do you know where Scott McCall is?"

Ari turned to look at him, closing her locker and looking at him, shaking her head. "I haven't seen him since this morning, sorry."

"Would you tell me if you had?" Derek asked.

Ari nodded, looking to the side and then looking back at him with a duh expression. "Do you need help or something?"

Derek took in a deep breath, starting to walk around Ari. "No, no. I just need to find Scott."

"I would help if I knew where he is... but I don't," Ari told him. "So, bye."

Ari walked around him, passing by Tara in the hall. She slowed to a stop in confusion, recognizing her. She shook her head before continuing on.

Derek watched Ari go, seeing Tara. "What are you doing here?"

"You're the one that's always saying I need to come here," Tara told him, looking around. "Not the reason, but I can tell I'm not missing much." She looked back at him. "Derek, you look like you're dying. Just let me help."

Derek nodded as Tara stood next to him. "Okay. Just help me find Scott."

Tara looked toward Jackson, walking toward him. "Where's Scott McCall?"

"Why should I tell you?" Jackson asked.

"Because I asked you politely," Tara told him. "And I only do that once."

"Hmm," Jackson hummed. "Okay, tough girl. You know, how about I help you find him if you tell me what you're selling." Tara looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "What is it? Is it, uh, dynabol? Hmm? HGH?"

"Steroids," Tara told him, starting to walk around him.

Jackson turned after her. "No, girl scout cookies. What the hell do you think I'm talking about? Though, you look old enough to be selling them." Tara raised her eyebrows at him as if to ask, oh, really? Derek sighed. Jackson looked back at Derek. "Oh, and, uh, by the way, whatever it is you're, uh, actually selling, I'd probably tell your friend over there to stop sampling the merchandise. He looks wrecked."

A drop of blood from Derek's arm fell to the floor.

"We'll find him ourselves," Tara told him.

Derek started to follow her.

Jackson turned to Tara, grabbing her shoulder. "No, we're not done here--"

Tara turned back to Jackson angrily, pushing him face first against the lockers, her claws in the back of his neck. "Yeah, we are."

Tara took her claws from out of his neck, turning to Derek.

Jackson turned around, breathing heavily, holding a hand to the back of his neck as he looked in their direction. He pulled his hand away to look at the blood on his hand.

Derek had started to walk again, and he couldn't go far, leaning against the wall while Tara slowly followed, standing next to him.

"Find Scott," Derek breathed.

Tara nodded.

Tara focused her hearing. She heard chalk writing on a chalk board, someone listening to music and another on the phone, someone trying to unlock a combination lock, and then another one texting.

"Scott's coming over?" Lydia asked. "Tonight?"

"We're just studying together," Allison told her.

"'Just studying' never ends with just studying," Lydia told her.

Tara sighed.

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Another Hallway 

Allison and Lydia were standing together.

"It's like... getting into a hot tub," Lydia told her. "Somebody eventually cops a feel."

"Well, so what are you saying?" Allison asked.

They started to walk up the stairs.

"I'm just saying... you know... make sure he covers up," Lydia answered. Allison looked away in confusion. Lydia chuckled. "Hello, Snow White! I'm talking about a condom."

"Are you kidding?" Allison asked. "After one date?"

"Don't be a total prude," Lydia told her. "Give him a little taste."

"Well, I--" Allison started. "I mean, how much is a little taste?" 

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The Other Hallway 

Tara was still listening.

"Oh, God," Lydia told her. "You really like him, don't you?"

"Well--he's just different," Allison told her. "When I first moved here, I had a plan: no boys till college."

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The Other Hallway

Allison looked at Lydia. "I just move too much. But--Then I met him, and--he was different. I--I don't know. Can't explain it."

"I can," Lydia told her. "It's your brain flooding with phenylethylamine."

Allison laughed. "What?"

Lydia tilted her head back, pointing at Allison. "I'll tell you what to do. When's he coming over?"

"Right after school," Allison answered.

Lydia nodded. "Hmm." 

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The Other Hallway 

The bell rang, pulling Tara out of her eavesdropping.

Tara looked over the crowd of over-flooding students. "Derek, I--" 

Tara looked back to where he had been.

Derek had disappeared.

Tara pushed away from the wall, looking up in annoyance. 

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Outside

Stiles and Stacie were stepping out of the school, walking toward the Jeep, getting in.

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Stiles' Jeep 

Stiles sat in the driver's seat. Stacie sat in the passenger's seat next to him. 

Stiles started the ignition.

"So where's our little Werewolf friend?" Stacie asked.

"Stacie, don't make me regret telling you," Stiles told her.

"You didn't have a choice," Stacie told him. "I caught you."

"Mm, yeah, right," Stiles told her sarcastically. "You're not gonna tell anyone, right?"

"Do I look like an idiot?" Stacie asked. Stiles opened his mouth. Stacie pointing at him. "Stiles, you answer that rhetorical question, I'm gonna stick your head into a metal fan and let the metal propellers cut off your head." Stiles closed his mouth. "What I'm trying to say is, no. I'm not gonna tell anyone."

Stiles smiled at her. "Thanks, Stace."

Stacie smiled. "Now, go. I don't wanna stay on school grounds longer than I have to."

Stiles pulled out of the parking space.

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Outside

Ari was sitting on her bike, about to pull on her helmet when she saw the Jeep, smirking as she revved the engine of her bike, in a way to tease Stacie and Stiles by swerving in front of the Jeep.

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Stiles' Jeep 

Stiles tensed up reflexively, pulling to a stop. "Whoa!" 

Stacie smiled a small smile. "You've gotta be kidding me. The only time she's not broody and tortured is when she's showing off."

Stiles called to Ari through the open windows. "Show us how much of a show-off you really are, Ari!"

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Outside 

Ari pulled her helmet up enough to where they could hear her reply. "Don't call me Ari!"

Ari lowered her helmet, starting to drive toward the exit.

Derek appeared in front of her bike, raising an arm in the air toward them.

Ari almost hit him, quickly pulling to a stop.

The Jeep nearly hit Ari's bike.

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Stiles' Jeep 

Stacie gripped the window frame and seat. "Oh, my God." 

Stiles quickly pulled to a stop, honking his horn. 

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Outside

Tara ran out the school doors, looking toward Derek, Ari on her bike and Stacie and Stiles in the Jeep.

Scott walked toward her from behind, grabbing her arm and pulling her along down the concrete stairs. "What the hell are you two doing here?"

Tara stopped walking, pulling her arm away from him. "Let go of me."

"What are you doing here?" Scott repeated forcefully.

"Looking for you," Tara answered.

Scott looked at her in confusion.

Tara rolled her eyes, pushing Scott toward the others in annoyance and impatience.

Allison was in her car, seeing the exchange.

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Parking Lot 

Stiles honked the horn.

Ari took off her helmet and kicked down her kickstand. "What the hell?"

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Stiles' Jeep 

Stiles sighed. "You've gotta be kidding me."

Stacie looked at Stiles. "This guy's everywhere."

Stiles nodded. 

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Outside 

Ari looked at Derek. "Move out of the way!" Derek fell to the ground. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me." Ari got off of her bike, placing her helmet on the seat, walking toward Derek. "You want my help now?"

"No," Derek answered. "I need Scott."

Ari scoffed, turning to the Jeep, putting her arms up in a shrug. "Where's Scott?"

Scott ran up to Jeep while Tara went to Derek's side in front of Ari.

Tara knelt next to Derek, her voice forceful. "Come on, Derek."

"What the hell?" Scott asked.

Stacie and Stiles shrugged.

Scott ran up to Ari. "Hey, I got this, okay? Thanks, Ari."

"Don't call me Ari," Ari told him, going over to her bike. "But sure, whatever."

Ari got on, kicked the kick-stand up and put on the helmet before driving away, leaving the furious beeps of the horns behind her.

 Stacie and Stiles got out of the Jeep, walking toward Tara, Derek and Scott.

Scott knelt in front of Tara and Derek. "What are you two doing here?"

"I was shot," Derek told them, weakly.

"He's not looking so good, dude," Stacie told them.

Scott turned back to Derek. "Why aren't you healing?"

"I can't," Derek told them.

"It was a different kind of bullet," Tara explained.

"What, a silver bullet?" Stacie asked.

"No, you idiot," Tara answered, barely turning her head.

"Wait, wait," Scott told them, looking from Tara to Derek. "That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours."

"What?" Tara asked.

"Who--who said 48 hours?" Derek asked.

"The one who shot you," Scott answered.

Derek grunted, closing his eyes, and when he opened them, they were flashing blue.

Scott looked around. "What are you doing? Stop that."

"I'm trying to tell you I can't," Derek told him.

"Derek," Tara told him, grabbing his shoulder. "Get up."

Derek eyes were flashing blue and then normal as more car horns beeped more furiously.

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Allison got out of her car in confusion, walking toward the front.

Jackson got out of his car, walking toward the front.

Scott turned to Stacie. "Stacie, get in the back seat."

Tara looked at Scott. "Help me get him in his car."

Scott nodded. "You're gonna have to go too."

"I know that," Tara told him in annoyance.

Stacie went to the car and hopped in the back seat.

Tara got in after her, sitting right next to Stacie in the back. She pulled Derek into the front seat while Scott pushed.

Stiles stood there next to Scott on the other side.

"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used," Derek told him. 

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Scott asked.

"She's an Argent, she's with them," Derek told him.

"Why should I help you?" Scott asked.

"Because you need him," Tara answered. "I can't help you on my own."

"Fine, I'll try," Scott told them. He looked over to Stiles. Stiles got into the front seat. "Hey, get them out of here."

"I hate you for this so much," Stiles replied, driving out of the furious parking lot of the waiting teenagers.

Allison approached Scott. "Hey, what were they doing here?" 

"Stiles and Stacie were just giving them a ride," Scott told her. "Uh, long story."

"I thought you said you weren't friends with them," Allison told him in confusion.

"No," Scott told her. "Not really. Um, we're still studying together, right? So I'll meet you back at your place?"

"Yeah," Allison answered. 

"Okay, bye," Scott told her, kissing her on her cheek.

"See you there," Allison told him.

Scott ran toward his bike.

Allison sighed, turning around and walking toward her car.

Jackson looked toward Scott.

Scott grabbed his bike. He knew he was watching, looking toward Jackson.

Jackson opened his car door.

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Argent Home - Outside 

Scott rode down the road on his bike as fast as he could, pulling up to the Argent home the same time Allison did in her car, both tires screeching to a stop.

Allison got out of the car. "How did you...?" She shut the door, starting to walk around him and toward the door. "You got here the same time I did."

Scott turned to her, pushing his bike along. "Oh, yeah, I just took a shortcut. A really short shortcut."

"What is going on with you today?" Allison asked. "You are acting all kinds of bizarre."

Scott sighed as Allison turned to face him. "I'm just stressing about classes. I'm not doing as good this year."

Allison looked to the side with a smile before looking back at Scott. "Not doing as well."

"See?" Scott asked. Allison walked toward the door. Scott followed her. "Exactly."

"Maybe we should start with English?" Allison asked, laughing as she unlocked the door, opening it and stepping inside. Scott stopped at the threshold. "Don't worry. Nobody's gonna be home for hours." She nodded to the stairs. "Come on."

"Okay," Scott told her.

Allison smiled reassuringly.

Scott stepped over the threshold.

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Foyer

Allison shut the door, leading the way up the stairs.

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Allison's Room 

Allison led the way inside. "I'm still unpacking."

Scott followed, closing the door. "Uh, haven't you been here for, like, over a month?" Scott asked.

Allison put her books down. "I'm taking my time."

Allison put her bag down on the floor and starting to take off her jacket.

Scott walked toward her bed, placing his bag on top and starting to take off his hoodie. "Hey, um... So I figured that we'd start with history."

(Song:) Poisoned With Love - Neon Hitch

Allison walked toward Scott, standing behind him. Scott turned around, Allison kissing him. Scott laid back on the bed. Allison smiled before kissing him again, laying him further back on the bed. Scott's hand ran from her waist to her leg, up her waist again, her back and up to her head. His hand gripped the fabric of her shirt, his fingernails turning into claws.

(Song Ends) 

Scott pulled back in shock, clenching his fist and hiding it under the blanket.

"What's wrong?" Allison asked.

"Um..." Scott trailed off. "Nothing. I just... I don't wanna make you feel like you have to do something you don't wanna do."

"I'm not doing anything I don't want to do," Allison told him. "Are you?"

"You're seriously asking me that question?" Scott asked.

Allison smiled, kissing him.

Scott's phone rang.

Allison pulled back, looking at Scott's hoodie. "Are you going to answer that?"

"Yeah, it's probably just Stiles or Stacie," Scott told her. "It'll go to voice mail. Eventually." They kissed. Allison pulled back, reaching for the ringing cell phone in Scott's hoodie pocket. "Wait" Scott's hand was completely human hand when he reached out to stop her. "Um..." Allison sat up. "Uh, yeah, I should answer it now."

Scott pulled out his phone from the hoodie pocket.

The text was from Tara. 

Did you find it yet?

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On The Road - Stiles' Jeep 

(Song:) Setback - The Constellations 

 Derek was pulling off his leather jacket.

Tara looked down at the message from Scott. 

Need more time

Tara sighed an annoyed sigh. "Come on."

Stiles looked at Derek. "Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there."

"Almost where?" Tara asked.

"Your house," Stiles answered.

Derek looked at Stiles. "What? No. You can't take us there."

"He can't take you to your own house?" Stacie asked.

"Not when I can't protect myself," Derek answered.

"What am I to you?" Tara asked.

"You'd be too busy trying to protect me than caring about yourself," Derek answered.

Tara leaned back against the seat with a look that almost said, oh, right.

"Yeah, her protect you?" Stiles asked. "Yeah, right." Tara glared at him. Stiles looked at Tara innocently. "Not that I'm saying that you couldn't, it's just that it looks like you wouldn't care enough to."

Tara rolled her eyes.

(Song Ends) 

Stiles pulled over on the side of the road. 

"All right, what happened if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet?" Stacie asked. "Hmm? Are you dying?"

"Not yet," Derek answered. "I have a last resort."

"What do you mean?" Stacie asked. "What last resort?"

Tara exhaled with a knowing expression.

Derek pulled back his shirt sleeve, showing a bullet wound in his arm.

Stiles covered his eyes. "Oh, my God!"

"What is that?" Stacie asked.

"Oh, is that contagious?" Stiles asked.

"I think it's contagious," Stacie told them.

Stiles looked from Tara to Derek. "You know what, you guys should probably just get out."

"Start the car," Derek told him. "Now."

"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay?" Stiles asked. "In fact, I think if I wanted to..." He pointed outside. "I could probably drag your little Werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead."

Tara grabbed the back of Stacie's neck, looking up to Stiles.

"Okay, ow," Stacie told her.

Tara didn't release her hold on Stacie, looking at Stiles. "Start the car. Or I'm gonna rip your sister's throat out. With my teeth."

Stiles turned his head away.

Tara let go of Stacie, pushing her slightly forward.

Stiles started the car again.

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Argent Home - Allison's Room

(Song:) Scared Not That Scared - 1, 2, 3

Scott powered his phone off. "It's off. Sorry about that." Allison moved his bag to sit next to him. Scott saw a picture frame in a box with a picture of Chris and Kate, taking it out and pointing at Kate. "Who's that?"

"That's my dad's sister, Kate," Allison answered. "Except she's more like my sister. She got here last night."

"Uh, last night?" Scott repeated.

"Yep, she had some car trouble," Allison told him, gazing off. "I guess."

"She looks familiar," Scott told her.

"Mm," Allison hummed. "She actually used to live in Beacon Hills. Maybe you saw her once."

Scott placed the frame aside and pulled out a packet of home-taken photographs out of the box. "Did you take these?"

"Back when I thought I was a photographer," Allison answered.

Scott flipped to the other, larger pictures. "They're good."

"No, they're not," Allison told him, taking the pictures away, looking over them. "I stopped when I realized I was terrible at it. Framing's off, bad lighting. Believe me. Not good." Scott pulled out a painting of an orange, an apple, a pear and a banana. "That was when I thought I was into painting." Allison took the painting away. "Uh, terrible, too." Scott pulled out a pink file folder labeled poetry in curved, written font with balls on the points of the letters. "That's when I tried poetry. 'Terrible' doesn't even come close to describing that."

"What are you good at?" Scott asked.

Allison pointed at him. "I'm gonna show you if you promise not to laugh."

(Song Ends) 

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Garage 

Allison led the way into the garage, Scott closing the door as he followed. "I was nationally ranked as a kid. And my dad really wanted me to go on, but I don't know, I just didn't like it." She turned to face him. "Promise you won't laugh?"

Scott was looking around. "I promise." He looked at Allison as she aimed a blue bow with a green string at him. "What the hell is that?"

"It's a compound bow," Allison answered. "And I'm pretty sure it requires an arrow to be harmful."

"So that's what you're good at," Scott said. Allison put the compound bow down. "Archery."

Allison looked at him. "You said you wouldn't laugh."

Scott chuckled. "Trust me. I'm not laughing."

Scott looked at the guns in the grated case, walking toward it.

Allison followed him. "So, I guess I should explain. We're not some sort of separatist, gun nut family." She turned to face him, gesturing to the guns. "My dad sells firearms to the law enforcement."

"Oh, that's good," Scott told her. "So, um, you planning on joining the family business?"

"I don't know," Allison told him. "You tell me." She reached for his hands, pulling him closer. "Would I look hot with a gun?"

Scott smiled. "Hotter without."

They kissed.

The garage door opened.

Allison pulled back with a gasp, pulling him behind the red SUV and kneeling to the floor to stay hidden.

"Hey, Chris, get your ass out of the '50s and come help with the groceries," Kate called.

Chris put a box on top of a stack of boxes. "Be right there." He leaned his arm against the car, looking at Allison and Scott. "You two mind helping?"

Allison nodded barely. "Sure."

"No problem," Scott told him.

Chris smiled. "Great."

Chris walked toward the door.

Allison looked at Scott in embarrassment.

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Outside

Scott pulled a brown paper bag out of the trunk of Kate's car, walking toward the open front door.

Chris walked outside, taking the bag. "Thank you."

Scott's phone chimed. He got it out to look at the text from Stacie. 

Derek not looking good. Tara pissing me off.

Allison walked outside. 

Kate walked around her car.

Scott looked at Allison. "Do you still wanna study?"

"She'll concentrate better on her own," Chris said.

"Um..." Scott trailed off. "Guess I'll see you later then?"

"At school," Chris told them.

Kate shut the door to the trunk of her car, walking closer.

Scott took a step toward Allison.

Chris pointed from Scott to his bike. "You, on your bike." He pointed from Allison to the open front door. "You, inside."

"Oh, come on, Chris, really?" Kate asked. "They were making out in the garage, not shooting amateur porn." She looked at Scott, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You, with the adorable brown eyes, drop your bike. You're staying for dinner."

Allison had her mouth open slightly in shock as Kate smiled at her, walking inside, Allison following her inside.

Chris sighed, looking at Scott. "You eat meat?"

Scott nodded awkwardly, walking forward. "You don't mind?"

"Actually, no," Chris answered, putting a hand on Scott's shoulder. "Gives us a chance to get to know each other."

They walked inside.

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Night - Inside - Dining Room

Scott could hear his own heart beat beating loudly as he took a drink of water at the dinner table, dishes clanking. Mrs. Argent and Chris sat at either end of the table. Scott sat next to Allison. Kate sat across from Allison.

"Would you like something else to drink besides water, Scott?" Mrs. Argent asked, her voice distant at the beginning of the question, but with each word she spoke, Scott could hear her more clearly.

"Oh..." Scott trailed off. "No, I'm good. Thanks."

"We can get you some beer?" Chris suggested.

"No, thanks," Scott answered.

"Shot of tequila?" Chris asked.

"Dad, really?" Allison asked.

Chris looked from Allison to Scott. "You don't drink, Scott?"

"I'm not old enough to," Scott told them. 

"That doesn't seem to stop many teenagers," Mrs. Argent told him. 

"No, but it should," Scott told her. 

"Good answer," Kate told him. "A total lie, but well played, Scott. You may yet survive the night."

Scott took a drink of water.

"You ever smoke pot?" Chris asked.

Scott nearly choked on the water he drank, putting down his glass.

Kate held up a hand to Chris. "Changing the channel to something a little less conservative. So, Scott, Allison tells us you're on the lacrosse team." Scott nodded, looking at Allison. Allison smiled back. "I'm sorry, I don't know anything about that. How do you play?"

"Um, well you know hockey?" Scott asked.

"Mm-hmm," Kate answered.

"It's a lot like that, only played on grass instead of ice," Scott told her.

"Hockey on grass is called field hockey," Chris told him.

"Oh, yeah," Scott told them.

Allison gave Chris a really? look. She looked at Kate. "So it's like field hockey, except the sticks have nets."

"Exactly," Scott told her. 

Scott's phone chimed. He looked at the text from Stiles. 

Call me.

"And can you slap check like hockey?" Kate asked.

Scott looked back up. "Um...  Yeah. But it's only the gloves and the sticks."

"Sounds violent," Kate said. "I like it."

"Scott's amazing, too," Allison told her. "Dad came with me to the first game." She looked at Chris. "Wasn't he good?"

"He was fine," Chris answered.

Allison looked at Kate. "He scored the last shot, the winning shot."

"True," Chris agreed. "But he didn't score at all until the last few minutes."

"His last ripped a hole through the goalie's net," Allison told them, picking up her glass of water. "It was incredible."

Allison took a drink.

"Well, I think the goalie was probably playing with a defective stick, so..." Chris trailed off.

Allison set her glass down with a slight bang, sitting back, irritated.

Scott could hear Allison's heart beat beating loudly, taking her hand in his under the table to calm her down. "You know, on second thought, I think I'll take that shot of tequila."

Chris, Allison, Kate and Mrs. Argent all looked at Scott.

Allison smiled.

Kate and Mrs. Argent laughed.

Chris pointed at Scott. "You were kidding, right?"

Scott smiled. "Yeah."

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On The Road - Stiles' Jeep

Stiles talked to Scott on his phone. "What am I supposed to do with him?"

Scott was in the hallway at the Argents' home. "Take him somewhere. Anywhere."

"And, by the way, he's starting to smell," Stiles told him.

"Like--like what?" Scott asked.

"Like death," Stiles answered.

Scott sighed."Okay, take them to the animal clinic."

"What about your boss?" Stiles asked.

"He's gone by now," Scott answered. "There's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster."

Stiles let out a very annoyed sigh, starting to hand Derek the phone. "You're not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you."

Derek took the phone, putting it up to his ear. "Did you find it?"

"How am I supposed to find one bullet?" Scott asked. "They have a million. This house is like--the freaking Walmart of guns."

"Look, if you don't find it, then I'm dead, all right?" Derek asked

"I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing," Scott admitted.

"Then think about this," Derek told him. "The Alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed. So if you wanna stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet."

Derek hung up.

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Argent Home - Hallway 

Scott hung up his phone, putting it up. He started to open the garage door.

The alarm blared.

Scott closed the door, the alarm stopping.

Kate cleared her throat from the doorway behind him, making him turn to face her. "You look like a little lost puppy."

"Um..." Scott trailed off, looking back at the door. "I'm just looking for the bathroom."

"Bathroom?" Kate repeated. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Does that look like a bathroom?"

Scott looked back at the garage door with a lock on the door handle and an alarm on the wall. "No."

Kate shook her head. "No." She pointed down the hall. "Use the guest bedroom."

"Okay," Scott told her. "Thanks."

Scott walked down the hall, looking back at Kate. Kate waved for him to keep going. He opened the door, looking back at Kate.

Kate walking out of the hall into the kitchen, out of sight.

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Kate's Guest Bedroom 

Scott turned the bedroom light on, starting to go into the bathroom when he stopped, looking to the black bag on the floor. He slowly and quietly shut the bedroom door. He knelt on the floor, bringing the bag closer, unzipping it. Under the clothes was a black box. He brought it out, opening it to see many bullets or bullet shells with the wooden box in the middle. Scott took out the box, opening it, seeing one bullet missing.

Scott grabbed another, pulling it out and holding it in front of him, his eyes glowing gold.

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Scott's eyes were no longer glowing, Scott put the bullet in his jean pocket, closing the wooden box, seeing an inscription on the lid. Aconit napel bleu nordique. He got out his phone to translate it, French to English.

Aconit napel bleu nordique . . . Nordic blue monkshood.

'What?' Scott mouthed in confusion, putting his phone away.

Scott put the wooden box back in its place in the black box, closing the lid to the black box, putting it in its place under the clothes in the black bag, looking back at the door.

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Beacon Hills Animal Clinic - Outside 

Stiles raised the door from the ground.

Tara helped Derek in.

Stacie followed behind.

Tara put Derek on a stack of bags as  a seat.

Stiles' phone rang. He looked from his phone to Tara and Derek. "Does 'Nordic blue monkshood' mean anything to you two?" 

"It's a rare form of wolfsbane," Tara answered.

"He has to bring me the bullet," Derek told them.

"Why?" Stacie asked.

Derek looked levelly up to her confused, concerned expression. "Because I'm gonna die without it."

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Argent Home - Dining Room

Scott walked in to join the Argents. "Hey, I should get going. Um, thanks for dinner."

"Oh, no," Kate told him. "You have to stay for dessert. I want to know more about you. Sit down."

"Okay," Scott said, sitting down.

"Allison was just telling us that you work for a veterinarian," Mrs. Argent told him.

Allison nodded. "I told them how you put the cast on the dog I hit."

Scott's phone chimed. He looked down at the text from Stacie. 

You need to get here NOW!

"What does your boss think of the animal attacks?" Chris asked, making Scott look up. "Any theories?"

"Everyone's just saying it's a mountain lion," Scott said.

Kate laughed. "Have to be a pretty large mountain lion."

Mrs. Argent looked from Kate to Scott with a knowing look. "What do you think, Scott?"

"I don't know," Scott told them. "We usually get cats and dogs at the vet. Nothing that vicious."

"Never had to deal with a rabid dog?" Chris asked.  Scott shook his head. "Oh. I grew up with a lot of dogs." Kate tilted her head and brought her wine glass to her lips in boredom. "I saw one get rabies from a bat. It was transferred through the bite. People think that a rabid dog suddenly goes mad. It's a lot more gradual. First stage is subtle changes in behavior. They're restless, morose. It's the second stage that people know. The furious phase. That's when they attack. And we're talking any moving object. Did you know that a caged, rabid dog will break its own teeth trying to chew through the bars?" Scott shook his head. "It'll even rear back and snap its own spine. Can you imagine the amount of force it would take to do that? It's a complete character reversal. This harmless animal turned into a perfectly vicious killer. And it all started with that one bite."

"But it died, didn't it?" Allison asked.

"Yes, because your grandfather shot it," Mrs. Argent answered.

"Because he wanted to put it out of its misery," Allison told them. 

"Because it was too dangerous," Chris told her. "Something that out of control is better off dead."

Scott looked away.

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Beacon Hills Animal Clinic - Back Room 

Stiles opened the doors and walked into the clinic first.

Tara helped Derek, letting go.

Derek pulled his shirt off.

Stacie walked in.

"Okay," Stiles told them, turning on the light.

Derek walked over to the table, then propping his arm against it to hold him in a standing position.

"You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of," Stiles told him. 

"When the infection reaches his heart, it'll kill him," Tara told them. 

"'Positivity' just isn't in either of your vocabularies, is it?" Stacie asked.

Derek walked over to the cabinets. He opened one, then closed it. "If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time..." He opened a drawer. "Last resort."

Stiles and Stacie spoke together. "Which is?"

Derek held up a hand held an electric saw, nodding to Stiles and Stacie. "One of you's gonna cut off my arm."

"And the other's gonna help me hold him down," Tara finished.

Stiles and Stacie looked at them in shock, exchanging a look, looking at Derek and Tara.

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Argent Home - Foyer

Allison walked downstairs with Scott's bag as Scott pulled on his hoodie, handing it to him. "I'm so incredibly sorry."

"For what?" Scott asked, pulling his bag onto his shoulders by the straps.

"For that being the worst, most horribly awkward dinner ever in the history of horribly awkward dinners," Allison answered, turning to face him.

"No, it wasn't the worst," Scott told her. "There was this one dinner where my parents told me they were getting a divorce. This comes in a close second."

Allison smiled, trying to kiss him.

Scott looked behind her to the kitchen, where Chris stood at the counter, drinking wine and watching them. "Your dad's watching."

"Good," Allison told him, kissing him.

Scott pulled away, opening the door.

Kate walked closer. "Wait a second, guys."

"What is it?" Allison asked.

"Uh, I have to ask Scott something," Kate answered.

"Me?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, you," Kate answered, closing the door.

"Okay," Scott told her.

"Uh..." Kate trailed off, chuckling. "What did you take from my bag?"

(Song:) The Wolf - Miniature Tigers 

Allison looked down and away.

"What?" Scott asked.

"My bag," Kate repeated. "What did you take from it? You need me to repeat the question? Maybe enunciate more clearly?"

"What are you talking about?" Chris asked, walking closer.

Kate looked at Chris. "My bag was open in the guest bedroom, and when I left, it was shut." She looked at Allison and Scott. "And Scott comes in to use the bathroom. He leaves, my bag's open."

Allison shook her head. "He didn't take anything."

"Something was taken from my bag," Kate told them. She looked at Scott. "Now look, I hate to be the accuser here, Scott, because I really do love those adorable brown eyes. But I don't know if you're a klepto, if you're curious, or if you're just stupid, but answer the question. What did you take?"

"Nothing," Scott told her. "I swear."

"You don't mind proving it, do you?" Kate asked.

"Are you serious?" Allison asked.

"How about you show us what's in your pocket?" Kate asked.

Allison looked at Chris. "Dad?"

"Come on, Scott," Kate told him. "Prove me wrong."

Allison held up her hands. "I'll prove you wrong. Uh, it wasn't Scott going through your bags. It was me."

"You?" Kate repeated.

Allison nodded. "Mm-hmm." She held up a condom still in the package. "Me."

Scott looked away in surprise.

Kate looked down. 

Chris looked from Kate to Allison.

Allison lowered her hand to her side, pressing her lips together.

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Outside 

Scott walked outside, walking down the stairs to grab his bike, then stopped as if he just realized what had just happened, looking back at the house, then looking away with a smile. He got onto his bike, riding away, still smiling.

(Song Ends) 

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Beacon Hills Animal Clinic - Back Room 

Stiles didn't say anything.

Stacie's hand covered her mouth as she leaned against the table.

Derek slid the hand saw over to them.

Stiles picked it up, turning it on for a split second, turning it back off.

Stiles and Stacie spoke together. "Oh, my God."

"What if you bleed to death?" Stiles asked.

Derek wrapped the blue strap around his arm with hand and teeth.

"It'll heal if it works," Tara told them.

"If?" Stacie repeated.

Stiles groaned. "Look, I don't know if I can do this."

"Why not?" Derek asked.

"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone--" Stiles started.

"And especially the blood," Stacie told them.

Derek dropped his arm, sighing as both he and Tara looked at Stiles and Stacie with nearly identical expressions of annoyance and impatience.

"You faint at the sight of blood?" Tara asked like she thought the idea was pitiful.

"No," Stacie answered in defense, moving her head.  "But we might at the sight of a chopped off arm!"

"All right, fine," Derek told them. "How about this? Either one of you cuts off my arm while the other helps Tara hold me down, or I'm gonna cut off your head."

"Okay, you know what?" Stiles asked. "I'm so not buying your guys' threats any--" Derek grabbed him by the collar, pulling him forward against the table. "Oh, my God, okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally. I'll do it. I'll do it."

"Which one?" Tara asked tightly.

Stiles shook his head. "I'm not cutting anything."

Tara looked at Stacie. "So it leaves you."

Stacie glared toward Stiles, noticing Derek looking like he was about to puke, turning away from Stiles, Tara and Stacie. "What? What are you doing?" Derek vomited up black blood, letting go of Stiles. "Oh, my God."

"What the hell is that?" Stiles asked.

"It's my body--trying to heal itself," Derek tried to explain between ragged breaths.

"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it," Stacie told him. 

Derek looked up at each of them. "Now. You gotta do it now."

Stacie started to shake her head nervously. "I--I don't know."

"Just do it," Derek breathed.

"Look, honestly, I don't think I can," Stiles told them.

Derek and Tara spoke together in angered annoyance. "Just do it!" 

"Oh, my God," Stiles told them. "Okay. Okay."

Stiles and Tara held Derek down against the table.

Stacie looked at the saw, and picked it up hesitantly, holding it over the arm. "Oh, my God. All right. Here we go!"

They heard Scott's voice. "Stiles?"

"Scott?" Stiles asked.

"Stacie?" Scott called. Scott walked into the room, looking from Stiles and Tara, holding Derek down to the table, and then Stacie, with the saw about to cut his arm. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Thank God," Stacie breathed.

Stiles and Tara let go of Derek, standing straight.

"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares," Stiles told him. 

"Two," Stacie corrected, letting the saw fall out of her hands onto the table.

"Did you get it?" Tara asked.

Scott dug into his black jean pocket, grabbing the bullet and handing it to Derek.

Derek stood up weakly, holding the bullet in front of him.

"What are you gonna do with it?" Stiles asked.

"I'm gonna..." Derek trailed off. "I'm gonna--"

Derek was too weak to do anything else, and his hand dropped, dropping the bullet, falling to the floor.

"No, no, no, no, no," Scott told them.

The bullet dropped into a floor draining pipe.

Tara knelt next to the draining pipe.

Stacie knelt next to Derek. She grabbed Derek's face gently. "Derek? Derek, come on." She slapped slightly on his cheek twice. "Wake up."

"Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?" Stiles asked, looking up at Scott by the table.

"I don't know," Scott told them.

"He's not waking up," Stacie told them. "I think he's dying. I think he's dead."

"Just hold on," Tara told them.  She let her nails grow into claws, reaching into the draining pipe, two claws were on either side of the bullet, pulling it up. "I got it. I got it."

Tara stood, walking closer to the others. Her expression looked like she was trying to hide hope, holding her breath, waiting for the outcome, but looking like she was in complete control at the same time.

Stacie still held Derek's face. "He won't wake up." 

"Oh, yes, he will," Tara told them, handing the bullet to Scott. "Hold that." 

Tara knelt next to Derek and Stacie.

"What are you doing?" Stiles asked. Tara punched Derek in the face, turning his head to the side, waking him up. "Oh! Damn." 

Derek looked around in confusion.

Tara and Stacie helped Derek stand.

Derek took the bullet from Scott. He bit on the bullet, tearing it apart and spitting out a piece of it, shaking powder from the bullet onto the table.

Tara lit the powder with a lighter and making it spark, purple smoke rising up from the powder.

Derek scraped it into his hand.

Scott, Stiles and Stacie all watched curiously.

Tara watched knowingly. 

Derek pushed the powder into the bullet hole, starting to scream, moving past Stiles and Stacie, falling to the floor, still screaming. 

Stacie, Tara, Scott and Stiles stood together, looking down at Derek.

Derek screamed and growled, and then, like it had never been there, his whole arm just healed, no veins or wound in place.

Stacie couldn't help but smile an awed smile.

"That--was--awesome!" Stiles told them. "Yes!"

Tara and Scott looked at Stiles. Tara glared at him. Scott gave him a no-joke look.

Tara walked toward Derek. 

"Are you okay?" Scott asked.

"Well, except for the agonizing pain," Derek answered.

"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health," Stacie told them.

Tara held her hand toward Derek. 

Derek took Tara's hand, letting her help him up.

Tara glared at Stacie for the comment.

"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone, you got that?" Scott asked. "And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything--"

"You're gonna trust them?" Derek cut him off. "You think they can help you?"

"Well, why not?" Scott asked. "They're a lot freaking nicer than you two are."

Tara scoffed a barely audible scoff. "Yeah, I can show you exactly how nice they are."

Scott looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean?"

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Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital - Outside 

Derek pulled Tara and Scott up to the hospital, all three getting out.

"What are we doing here?" Scott asked.

Derek and Tara didn't answer, walking to the hospital.

Scott had to run to keep up.

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Peter's Hospital Room 

Tara led the way to Peter's room and opened the door, walking in and Derek and Scott following after her.

"Who is he?" Scott asked, quiet.

"Our uncle," Tara answered. "Peter Hale."

"Is he--like you, a Werewolf?" Scott asked.

"He was," Derek answered. "Now he's barely even human. Six years ago, our sister and I were at school, and our house had caught on fire. Twelve people were trapped inside. He and Tara were the only survivors."

Scott looked at Tara in shock. "You were in the house?"

Tara nodded, never looking away from Peter, looking guilty, but trying to remain emotionless. "He had been the one to get me out."

"So, what makes you guys so sure that they set the fire?" Scott asked.

"'Cause they're the only ones who knew about us," Derek answered.

"Well, then--they had a reason," Scott told them.

Tara finally looked away from Peter, looking at Scott with an incredulous glance. "Like what?" She looked back down at Peter, reaching down. "You tell us what justifies this." She turned Peter's wheelchair, Peter's head falling to the side and revealing the burn marks. Scott's eyes widened.  "They say they'll only kill an adult, and only with absolute proof, but there were people in our family that were perfectly ordinary in that fire. Scott." Tara didn't go on until Scott looked at her. "I was nine years old." Scott's eyes widened further. "This is what they do. And it's what Allison will do."

"What are you doing?" Peter's nurse called from the doorway. "How did you get in here?"

"We were just leaving," Derek told her, grabbing Tara and Scott's arms, pulling them toward the door, walking out of the room, letting them go. 

Scott looked at Peter. He looked Tara with a sympathetic look before they left.

Tara ignored him, walking away.

Scott watched her go sadly.

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Argent Home - Outside

Allison walked outside, leaving a voice mail on her phone. "Hey, um... I just thought maybe I could catch you before I went to sleep, but... I want to say sorry again for tonight. So call me."

Allison turned for the door, stopping when she heard the crunch of glass she had stepped on, looking down. She turned around, following the trail of broken glass to Kate's car, walking closer and picking up a piece of broken glass from the window sill of the car door, twirling it in confusion. 

(Song:) Of The Mountains - Dan Deacon 

Allison bounced her hand lightly in confusion, turning toward the house and walking inside.

(Song Ends) 

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Inside - Living Room 

Chris sat on the couch.

Kate was standing, pacing. "The one that attacked me was big. It had width and power. But the one I shot was lean and fast. The girl I saw that jumped off the roof before I could shoot her was small, young and faster than the guy."

"Well, that would be Derek and Tara Hale," Chris told her.

"Are we sure?" Kate asked.

"Mostly," Chris answered.

"How do we know it's just three of them?" Kate asked.

"We don't yet," Chris told her. Kate leaned down, twisting the gas for the fireplace. "But if Derek's still alive, he will lead us to the Alpha. If not, we still have Tara to lead us to him."

Kate stood, nodding. "Take the pack leader. Then take the pack."

"And we do it according to the code," Chris told her.

Kate shook her head with a smile. "You and the code."

"It's there for a reason, Kate," Chris told her.

"Of course," Kate told him, lighting a stick with a flame and throwing it into fireplace, instantly lit. "I always play by the rules."

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1.05 "The Tell" Trailer  

1.05 "The Tell", outside a video store, Ari got three drinks from the vending machine, walking back toward the car.

The Alpha broke out of the window behind her, falling into Ari, making her fall to the ground, the drinks rolling away from her.

Lydia screamed.

Ari landed on her stomach on the concrete, trying to crawl away.

"Ari!" Lydia yelled.

Ari screamed in pain. "Lyd!"

The Alpha got off of Ari, running away.

Ari: (voice over) "Next on Worlds Colliding (Teen Wolf)"

From 1.05 "The Tell", outside the video store, Stacie pointed to the stretcher the EMTs pulled out of the video store. "Oh, whoa."

"Is that a dead body?" Stiles asked.

On top of the video store, Derek, Scott and Tara were standing there, looking over the edge.

"We don't go out in the middle of the night and murder everybody, do we?" Scott asked.

"No," Tara answered. "We're predators. We don't have to be killers."

From 1.05 "The Tell", in the BHHS' hallway, Allison was at her locker.

Scott approached her. "Is it your birthday?"

Allison looked at Scott for a moment, leaning closer to kiss him.

Scott: (voice over from 1.05 The Tell) "What if we get out of here?"

From 1.05 "The Tell", in the woods, Scott led the way for Allison, Scott nearly slipping over a rock. Allison smiled as she kept him from falling.

When Allison almost fell, Scott caught her.

Allison: (voice over from 1.05 The Tell) "Skip class?"

Scott: (voice over from 1.05 The Tell) "Yeah, the whole day."

From 1.05 "The Tell", in Ari's Home, in the kitchen, Macey and Mr. Martin were arguing. 

"I can't tell her," Nathan told her.

Macey started to walk for the kitchen door. "Then I'll do it."

Nathan grabbed her arm to stop her. "Macey, don't. Not yet."

"When?" Macey asked. "When you feel like it, or when it's too late? If you want to get some distance from her before it happens, please don't make me watch you destroy everything about this family, everything about her. She is our daughter, Nate, and you treat her like she's a stranger. And because of some promise you made me promise, you're making me treat her the same way."

From 1.05 "The Tell", in Lydia's Home, in her bedroom, Lydia laid on her bed.

Stiles sat at her bedside. "Lydia, what did you see?"

From 1.05 "The Tell", in the woods, Derek and Tara were running through the woods.

Derek was shirtless. He stopped, turning to face her worriedly. "Tara."

Tara slowed to a stop. "I'm fine."

Derek turned away for a second.

Tara looked at the triskele on his back.

They both turned to look back in the direction of the house even though they couldn't see it.

Both seemed to be upset and angry, or a mixture of both that was so overwhelming they felt numb.

From 1.05 "The Tell", in BHHS' hallway, Stacie walked through the hall, on her phone. "Do you have any idea what's going on?"

From 1.05 "The Tell", in Lydia's Home, in her bedroom, Lydia sat in her room in front of her vanity, tears on her cheeks and circles under her eyes.

Stacie: (voice over from 1.05 The Tell) "Lydia is totally MIA."

From 1.05 "The Tell", in the woods, Jackson fell to his knees in anger and sadness, holding his head.

Stacie: (voice over from 1.05 The Tell) "Jackson's looking like he's going totally insane."

From 1.05 "The Tell", in the Preserve, Ari leaned against the tree with her carving on it, tears in her eyes, slowly sliding down.

Stacie: (voice over from 1.05 The Tell) "Ari looks like she's got a time bomb inserted into her face."

From 1.05 "The Tell", in BHHS' hallway, Stacie walked through the hall, on the phone. "And you have to do something about it."

From 1.05 "The Tell", outside BHHS in the parking lot, people were running and screaming.

Sheriff ran through the crowd. "Move! Move!"

A car horn honked as he ran around it.

Stacie saw it backing toward him, running closer. "Dad!" The warning wasn't enough as the silver Ford hit him, making him fall toward the ground. Stacie ran next to him, kneeling, not caring about the running and screaming people, or the beeping of the car horns as they tried to make their escape. "Dad."

Stacie knelt next to her father worriedly, holding his shoulders.

WORLDS COLLIDING (TEEN WOLF)