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STEPPING out of the steam-filled shower, a deeply troubled Scott pulls a towel around his waist. He passes by Danny who changes into his street clothes at his locker.

"By the way, McCall. Apology accepted."

Scott frowns confused, "Um. I didn't apologize."

Danny shrugs, "Every time you got the ball tonight you passed it to me."

"You scored every time I passed to you." Scott smiles.

"Apology accepted."

Bag slung over his shoulder, Danny heads out. Noticing he's the only one left in the locker room, Scott quickly starts to get dressed. But he's barely zipped up his jeans when he hears footsteps.

"Danny?"

No response.

Scott peers around the corner, then breathes in relief when he sees Derek.

"Thank God. Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what's been going on?"

He stops when he notices Derek's odd demeanor. Then slowly turns to find someone standing silhouetted in the darkness. A hand reaches into one of the open lockers to withdraw a lacrosse stick.

"I don't really get lacrosse. When I was in high school, we played basketball. That's a real sport. But, I read somewhere that lacrosse comes from Native American tribes and that they sometimes played it to resolve conflicts. Am I right about that?"

Peter raises the stick. Breath held, Scott waits for him to snap it in half or send it smashing against the lockers. But Peter just carefully sets it down again.

"I've got a little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott. But I need your help to do it."

"I'm not helping you kill people."

"I don't want to kill all of them."

"Just the responsible ones. Which doesn't have to include..."

He looks to Derek for help remembering the name.

"Allison."

Scott gapes, "You--You're on his side now? Did you forget the part where he killed your sister?"

"It was a mistake... It happens."

Scott gazes at him in disbelief while Peter steps closer.

"I think the mistake was trusting you."

Derek freezes before glancing over behind Peter. Luna glares intensely as she slowly makes her way over to Scott. Scott wanted to ask where she came from and how she got here so fast if she was just with Stiles. He knew something weird was going on and it seemed like each day Luna was a part of it more and more. He would find out soon but right now wasn't the time.

"Luna so glad you made it."

Luna rolls her eyes ignoring Peter, "How could you? You just switch sides when this whole time he's been trying to kill all of us."

Derek sighs frowning, "You don't understand..."

Peter chuckles interrupting the lovers quarrel, "I think you're getting the wrong impression of us. We really just want to help you reach your potential, Scott."

"By killing my friends."

Peter glances at Derek and Luna before turning back to Scott, "Sometimes the people closest to you can be the ones holding you back the most."

"If they're holding me back from becoming a psychotic nutjob like you, I'm okay with that."

"I second that."

Cornering him, Peter nods at Derek who quickly grabs Luna pulling her away to the other side of the showers.

"Hey get off me! Derek get the hell off right now!"

Groaning Derek lightly pushes Luna against the tile resting both hands on each side of her head. Her arms drop to her side, hands making a tight fist.

"Luna please I need you to trust me."

"Fuck that Hale. You lost my trust when you left the hospital with Peter. I thought you were hurt. I thought he took you or worse you died. You're an asshole."

Derek sighs leaning closer to her. He makes sure that Peter can't see and then rests his forehead against Luna's.

'Look in my head. Peter told me everything that happened. I'm not lying to you Luna, I swear.'

Luna gazes up through her eyelashes into his intense green eyes.

Meanwhile on the other side of the showers Peter slowly lifts a hand to Scott's face.

"Maybe you could try seeing things from my perspective?"

His hand moves like a cobra striking, latching onto Scott. Fingernails rapidly extending to claws, they sink right into the back of the boy's neck. For a brief second, Scott's eyes flash yellow. Then Peter yanks his hand back, letting him tumble to the floor. Blinking furiously, strange images flash into Scott's head.

Luna hearing Scott's struggles goes to move but Derek grips her waist gently.

'Luna please...'

Luna closes her eyes letting out a huff before grabbing the sides of Derek's face. Just as she opens her eyes images flood from Derek's memory of Peter showing him the past just as he was now doing to Scott.

Luna watches as a dark room fills with black smoke, men and women trying to cover their mouths, coughing and screaming as-- Reddick and Unger, visible through a dirty basement window, toss liquid from five gallon jugs onto the house. They douse the windows, their images blurring as hands desperately grab for a door, trying to push it open while black, roiling smoke covers everything.

Nurses gently lay Peter back onto a hospital bed. One undamaged eye blinks out from a face covered in white gauze bandages. Light seeps over his face, the brilliant white glow from a full moon.

A now unbandaged Peter sits up in bed, the moon almost seeming to pull at him, drawing him up to his feet. At the door stands his nurse, Jennifer, watching in astonishment as someone steps through the woods, boots crushing leaves underneath her.

Laura Hale looks through the shadows to see a strange hidden figure in a hospital robe standing between the trees. He turns around to reveal one half of his face is covered in horrible burns.

"Peter?"

She steps toward him, reaching for him while he gazes back at her almost in a trance. And then he opens his mouth revealing razor-sharp fangs.

Luna's eyes snap open as she gasps for air. Derek watches as her eyes full with clarity. He lets out a breathe of relief as she glances up at him nodding slowly.

'I'm sorry...'

'It's okay. I would've been pissed too.'

'But will he still try to kill us if Scott doesn't join his pack.'

'He won't touch you... I'll make sure of that.'

Derek closes the space between the two of them moves to peck her lips. Luna presses hers against his as she holds onto his face not wanting him to leave.

"Come on lover boy."

Peter rolls his eyes as he hears his nephew kiss Luna. The girl would slowly blind him.

Derek whispers a goodbye to Luna as her hands drop to her side. The two werewolves disappear as Scott finally sits up catching his breath. Luna snaps out of it and hurries over to help him up.

How he was still wearing a towel... she had no idea.

"You okay?"

Scott nods slowly as they both sit on a bench nearby.
Minutes later, Stiles slams through the door, tearing around the corner to find a weary Scott slumped on a bench.

"Dude. We have a huge problem."

Scott glances over at Luna who gives him a wide eyes stare before they both turn to Stiles.

"Trust us... we know."