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THE REF slowly brings the whistle to his lips. Jackson tightens his grip on his stick, teeth clenched down on his mouth guard as the whistle blows. Jackson scoops up the ball before the opposing player even has a chance to blink.

Scott moves fast, darting around the others, getting open for a pass as quickly as he can but Jackson tosses the ball to another teammate.

Slap checks come down hard on Beacon Hills and the ball rolls across the grass, loose for anyone to grab. Scott hurries forward to take it, but Jackson is there first. It's almost like he's stealing the ball from Scott.

Whipping his stick around, Jackson hurls a shot toward the opposing goal. The ball hits the net.

The crowd on the bleachers cheers, shouts for Jackson erupting among them.

"That's it Jackson! Get fired up!" Coach shouts.

Luna rolls her eyes at the attention seeking teen boy. From the field, Scott sees Lydia whisper in Allison's ear. Moments later, the two girls reach down and pick up a piece of poster board raising it high above their heads.

The poster reads: We luv u Jackson!

From the bench, Stiles gazes up to see Lydia and Allison with the poster over their heads as Luna sits beside them laughing.

"Brutal."

On the field, a fuming Scott stares at it in disbelief.

Stiles stares at Scott grimacing, "This is not going to be good."

The whistle blows yet again, but as fast as Scott moves, the ball never seems to find its way into his pocket. He keeps trying, one play after another. From the bleachers, the disappointment on Melissa McCall's face comes like a punctuation mark to every missed pass, every missed opportunity. But then as Scott adjusts his helmet, he hears something, voices coming into his head. Jackson talks to Danny, the goalie.

'Only to me.'

'But what if he's open?'

Scott holds still, head cocked while finally hearing what Jackson has been whispering to the other players.

'Who's the captain, Danny? You or me?'

'Jackson, come on, dude. I just want to win.'

'We'll win.'

'But--'

'Who's the captain? What. Did. I. Say?'

'Don't pass to McCall.'

Luna sighs seeing Scott standing still on the field, knowing that he was listening in as well.

"Well this isn't good..."

"What's not?"

Luna jumps as Lydia's face pops up beside her, "Um this score. We need to win tonight."

"Ugh I know."

Chris Argent frowns eyes sweeping over the the team in the field, "Which one is Scott again?"

Lydia turns answering for Allison, "Number Eleven. Otherwise known as the one who hasn't caught a single pass the entire game."

"I hope he's okay." Allison frowns.

Lydia scoffs, "I hope we're okay. We need to win."

Lydia pulls up the sign again and flips it over, "Allison? Little help here?"

She reluctantly helps Lydia hold up the sign. The backside reads: JACKSON IS #1!!

"Luna do you wanna-"

"Oh hell no, have fun with that."

Chris and Melissa chuckle as they listen in at the blunt teen.

"Why?" Lydia pouts.

"I wouldn't be caught dead cheering on Jackson. He pisses me off."

Lydia rolls her eyes, "Not even for me?"

"Hell no... I love you but I would rather gag on a spoon and die slowly."

The Ref blows the whistle. The sound tears across the field, going off like a fire alarm in Scott's head.

Jackson and the Opposing Player grapple for the ball, sending it flying up into the air where Scott leaps up, snatching it with uncanny precision. The crowd issues a who in response as he lands and charges back down the field right past Jackson, whose uniform billows up in Scott's wake.

With a sudden whoosh, the ball goes flying. Right past the goalie and into the net. Stiles and Luna mutter an 'oh no' as both Melissa and Allison jump up, hollering. Lydia is knocked in the shoulder. Only mildly, but her look is one of pure annoyance.

On the sidelines, Stiles follows Coach, clutching one of his gloves in his hand, chewing the index finger.

"To McCall! Pass to McCall!"

A furious Jackson turns to his teammates. One of them shrugs, pointing to the scoreboard. Beacon is down by one now, a mere minute left on the clock.

"Set!"

The whistle blows and Scott's off again. He moves for the ball but it's captured by the other team. Scott goes for a slap check. The opposing player is so freaked out he just tosses the ball to Scott.

"Did the opposing team just deliberately pass the ball to us?"

Stiles nods, "I believe so, Coach."

"Interesting. Helpful, but interesting."

Charging past the other players like a lightning bolt, Scott fires on the net. The Goalie twists, lacrosse stick coming up to make the catch. But the ball tears right through the pocket of his stick.

Fans in the bleachers cheer as the ball hits the net. The Goalie lowers his stick to see the busted pocket.

Scott backs away as both Coaches surround the ref, shouting and arguing with twenty seconds left on the clock.

"Goal!" The ref shouts.

The Beacon Hills crowd cheers, the game now tied. While the opposing team changes up goalie sticks, Jackson looks back to Scott who keeps his head down.

Scott breaths hard, mouth full of fangs, eyes yellow. Trying desperately not to let anyone see him.

"Set!"

Jackson reluctantly takes his position for the draw. The opposing player looks at Scott before turning to Jackson.

"What the hell's up with your teammate, dude? What's he on?"

"I don't know... yet."

The whistle blows and both Jackson and the Opposing Player go for the ball which tumbles out of their grasp. Jackson slaps down trying to grab it. The ball spins into the air as Scott whips past, grabbing it right in the middle of its flight again. He charges for the goal and something happens. His eyes burn brighter, yellow tint turning to a yellow glow, the pure animal taking over. With the other players closing in on him, he falters, as if not knowing where to go.

Stiles grips both sides of his head in anticipation, "Scott, no..."

Luna rubs her temples, "Oh geez this is bad."

And for a moment it's almost as if Scott is no longer charging at the goal, but charging toward the closest player, charging toward prey. Until out of the chaos of sound, one voice comes through.

"Come on, Scott. You can do it."

He blinks, the glow in his eyes simmering back down, Allison's voice pulling him from the brink of animal fury.

Then, as the opposing team advances, Scott shoots on the goal. And despite the Goalie's desperate dive, the ball hits the net. Cheers thunder around him. Breathing hard, Scott takes a few steps back. Everyone is coming toward him, people jumping off the bench to congratulate him. His mother, Allison and Lydia stepping down as well. And worst of all... Chris Argent.

Retreating back, Scott yanks one of his gloves off to reveal the claws at the tips of his fingers.

"No, no..."

Allison hurries onto the field. All she can see is a swarm of lacrosse players in the same uniform. They each pull their helmets off but none of them is Scott.

Stiles collapses onto the bench, still a nervous wreck. Luna hurries down the bleachers and sits beside Stiles making him jump in fright.

"Where'd he go?"

"I don't know."

They both turn around and see Stiles' dad behind them. His Dad gets off his cell phone and Stiles notices a change in his mood.

"Dad? What's wrong?"

. . . . .

"You see! I told you Derek didn't do it!"

Stiles rolls his eyes as Luna follows beside him smiling up a storm.

"Yeah yeah."

"Seriously you guys should listen to me more often."

Stiles freezes making Luna stop as well. He turns to look down at her not realizing how close they were standing.

"You're gonna stay around?"

Luna shrugs smiling slightly, "Why not? Besides who else is gonna stop you two from killing each other. Or at least Scott from killing you."

"Didn't realize you cared about my health..."

Stiles takes a step forward.

"Didn't realize you noticed..."

Luna takes a step forward.

"I notice a lot about you, Luna Tate."

Another step forward.

"Ditto, Stiles Stilinski."

Another step.

Buzz buzz.

The two jump in fright as they finally come down from whatever high they were just on. Stiles cheeks redden as Luna smirks pulling her phone out her pocket.

Stiles thinks to himself about the heck just happened. He loved Lydia Martin and has his entire life. So why the hell was he feeling like he was about to kiss Luna. When the hell did he become interested in her? No it was just in the moment, he tells himself.

Stiles watches Luna frown as she looks down at her phone, "Hey what's wrong?"

"Allison's looking for Scott. She asked me to look around the parking lot while she searches the locker room."

"Oh shit."

Luna nods.

The two of them turn and run off in the direction of the locker room, praying to God that Scott McCall finally gained some control over his animal drive. Stiles and Luna rush in the locker room moments later to find Scott... and Allison. Stiles skids to a halt, when he sees them together, making Luna run into his back.

"Ow why you stop- ohhh..."

Allison and Scott pull apart from kissing to see Stiles and Luna waving sheepishly. Luna steps back behind the wall then pulls Stiles ear making him look away.

Allison giggles, "I need to get back to my Dad."

Scott nods. And with that perfect smile she steps away.

"Hi, Stiles... Luna."

Stiles gives a nod as she passes by and hugs Luna. Once she disappears the two then turn to Scott.

"I kissed her."

The two frown, "We saw..."

"She kissed me..." Scott continues in a trance.

Luna nods, "You kissed each other..."

Scott nods, practically drunk with happiness.

"It's pretty good, huh?"

Scott nods replying to Stiles, "I don't know how but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad."

"Yeah..." Stiles glances at Luna who gives him a look then shrugs, "We should talk later then."

Stiles turns to go pulling Luna, but Scott catches up to them.

"What?"

Stiles sighs then replies reluctantly, "The medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found."

"And?"

"I'll keep it simple. Medical Examiner determines killer of girl to be animal not human. Derek is human not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail."

"Are you kidding?"

"No, and here's the bigger kick in the ass. My Dad ID'd the dead girl. Both halves. Her name was Laura Hale."

"Hale?" Scott looks incredulous.

Luna nods with her arms crossed badly wanting to scream, 'I told you so.' But instead she just answers, "Derek's sister."

. . . . .

Luna sighs as she closes her front door and walks up her stairs. Her aunt was actually home but she realized the older woman was asleep. Quietly making her way up the steps, she gets to her room and opens the door walking inside.

Throwing her bag on the ground, she rips off her shirt revealing her black lace bra. As her hands go to the button of her jeans a deep voice startles her.

"I would stop there if I were you."

Luna whips around to see Derek closing her door.

"Derek, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I don't know... I wanted to see you."

Luna lets out a breath and bites her lip before glancing at her window. Thankfully Stiles room had been dark so she assumed he was asleep.

Why she cared... she had no idea.

"You can't be here. As much as I want you to... my aunt would kill you... literally."

Derek frowns stepping forward, "Why does it seem like you mean it? Usually when people say that someone will kill them it's a joke."

"I c-can't tell you why... or how. I wish I could I-I just um can't. Not right now anyways."

Derek raises a hand up and pushes a strand of hair lightly behind Luna's ear. Luna leans forward closing her eyes.

"I'll wait... whatever it is... whenever you finally feel comfortable... I'll be there."

Luna nods slowly.

Derek looks over her face repeating in his head how beautiful this girl was. As her green eyes meet with his, Derek felt the earth stop.

Without second thought, he leans down slightly, grabbing her face with both hands, pulling her into a kiss. Luna lets out a sigh of joy as her arms wrap around his neck. Their lips move together as Luna's hands run through his hair.

She pulls away to breath with her eyes still closed, forehead touching Derek's, "I'm sorry we put you in jail."

"It's okay... I'll probably be back soon..."

Luna giggles cocking her head back to look at him in question, "Why?"

"This is so illegal."

Luna snorts slapping his chest, "Well it's a good thing I'm not 16."

Derek looks at her confused.

"I'm actually almost 100... weird, gross I know..."

Derek stares at her in awe.

Luna frowns, "And now you're creeped out... I knew it sounded better in my head."

"I'm a werewolf and you're scared I think you being older is crazy?"

Luna shrugs, "I just don't want to lose you because I can't explain what I am at the moment."

"You won't. I'm not going anywhere. But knowing that you're not 16 makes things a lot better."

Luna's eyebrows furrow, "Why?"

Derek smirks, "Because now I can do this."

In seconds, Derek sweeps Luna off the ground making her wrap her legs around his waist. His hand lightly grips the back of her head as he pulls her into a kiss once again. He walks over to her bed and sits her down before allowing her to lay back and then he hovers over her.

One hand grips her waist as the other intertwines fingers with hers beside her head.

Luna can't help but think about how happy she was right now.

What could go wrong?

a/n - you're never supposed to ask that question, Luna 😒🤦‍♀️

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