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UNDER the light of an almost full moon, Scott follows Stiles and Luna down a dark path through the woods.

"Can you at least tell me what we're doing out here?"

"When your best friend gets dumped-"

Luna slaps Stiles' arm making him glance over at Scott who wears a broken hearted puppy dog face.

"I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break."

"When your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break..." Stiles pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels from his backpack, "You get your best friend drunk."

He holds up the bottle of Jack with a big grin as Luna nods smiling, "My kind of man."

Both boys look at her in shock as they thought she was referring to Stiles.

"I'm talking about the alcohol you dweebs."

Time passes on, Stiles sets it down on a rock as it's over half way empty. The three friends keep warm around a steel trash can with a fire blazing inside.

"Dude, she's one girl. There are plenty more girls in the sea."

Luna glances over at him, "Fish..."

Stiles frowns staring back at her not realizing how close they were, "What? Why you talking about fish?"

Scott sighs watching the both of them. They were laying on the rocks, Luna laying on Stiles arm that was wrapped around her shoulder. He felt like eventually something would happen between the two but honestly he didn't know.

"It's fish in the sea Stiles."

Stiles shakes his head at Scott, "I'm talking about girls. Especially ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, five foot three..."

"Like Lydia?"

Stiles looks at him in awe, "Exactly. How did you know I was talking about... What was I talking about?"

"Lydia! That's so sweet. She's my best friend and you're my best friend! The two of you are meant for each other." Luna pokes Stiles forehead.

Stiles smiles nodding before eyeing Scott, "You don't look happy. Drink."

"I don't want anymore." Scott shakes his head.

Luna frowns sitting up, "Don't be a sour wolf."

She giggles covering her mouth before looking at Scott who stares at her rolling his eyes, "You get it? Sour wolf. Because you're being a cockblock and you're a wolf... a were wolf boy thing."

Stiles frowns, "Wait... You're not drunk?"

"I'm not anything."

Scott stares into the fire, the glow from the flames flickering over his face.

Luna frowns, "That's so sad... are you numb?"

Scott nods.

"Maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore. Maybe you can't get drunk..." Stiles freezing thinking about it, "Am I drunk?"

Scott smiles lightly rolling his eyes, "You're wasted. Both of you."

"Yeaaahhh."

He holds his hand out for a fist bump. Getting nothing in return he turns to Luna who giggles and fist bumps him back.

Stiles nods looking at Scott, "Dude, I know it feels bad. But you gotta' remember. As much as being broken up hurts... being alone is even worse..."

Luna tilts her head, "Stiles I'm drunk and I know that's not right."

"Wait a minute. That didn't come out right. I need another drink."

He reaches for the bottle again, but a hand grabs it first. Stiles steps back, looking up in surprise at two twenty something year old guys. The larger is Reddick, an unfortunate combination of muscle and antisocial behavior. His friend is a troll named Unger.

"Well, look at the little bitches and their slut getting their drink on."

Stiles steps away as Unger laughs with an obnoxious tittering. Scott keeps his gaze leveled on Reddick.

"You're a fucking slut you stupid asshole." Luna leaps up clenching her first together.

Stiles quickly sobers up and gets to his feet knowing something bad would happen if Luna didn't calm down.

"Oh look the whore has a mouth." Reddick comments making Unger laugh.

Luna goes to speak but her mouth is covered by Stiles who grabs her holding her back.

"You're no fun let the slut speak."

Scott steps forward fuming, "Don't... call her that. Now... Give it back."

"What's that, little man?"

Unger slaps his friends arm playfully, LI think he wants a drink."

"I want the bottle."

Scott doesn't move. Doesn't even blink. Not a trace of fear on him. Unger laughs again.

Stiles frowns watching, "Scott, let's just go."

Scott's voice has an unnerving calm to it, "You and Luna brought me here to get me drunk, Stiles."

He stands still staring at Reddick, "I'm not drunk yet."

Uneasy, Reddick challenges him by taking a shot. When he lowers the bottle, he eyes Scott with a satisfied smile. But it fades when Scott finally stands. His approach is calm. Deliberate.

"Give me the bottle."

Reddick looks to Unger. But his friend is no longer laughing. Something unnerving about Scott's total calm. Then, as Reddick raises the bottle to take another sip when Scott steps closer and his eyes change, burning with a sickly yellow glow.

"Give me... The bottle... Of Jack."

Staring into Scott's yellow eyes, Reddick slowly and shakily holds the bottle out. Just a few feet away, Luna notices Scott's right hand, extended. His fingers tense as if preparing to swipe at Reddick's jugular.

"Scott... calm down."

Hand snapping forward, Scott grabs the bottle of Jack out of Reddick's hand and turns, launching it through the air. It smashes against a tree, exploding into a million shards.

...

Deputy Sheriff cruisers sit interspersed between student cars as the school day begins. Plastic and police tape cover one of the busted classroom windows. Argent's SUV pulls into the lot and pauses at the curb.

With Kate riding shotgun, Argent peers out from behind the wheel at the school. In the backseat, Allison tries to open the door but the child safety lock is on.

"Dad, if you're going to insist on driving me to school, you at least have to let me out of the car."

Argent keeps his suspicious gaze leveled at the building, "Kate, what's your opinion on home schooling?"

Kate grins, "I'm more a learning by doing kind of girl."

Allison glares, "Kate, what's your opinion on over-protective Dads who keep ruining their daughter's lives?"

Kate answers by reaching over Argent to unlock the door for Allison.

Allison replies thank you with a smile as she leans across the middle console to hug Kate. Leaning back she frowns staring at the small burn mark that had been on her aunts face over the past week.

"Are you ever going to tell me how you got that?"

Kate raises an eyebrow knowing she was staring at the mark, "Curling iron."

Allison rolls her eyes, "Sure..."

Kate knew the girl was too nosy for her own good. She wished her brother would just tell Allison about the family business that way she could protect herself.

Chris and the rest of the hunters had been trying to figure out what was happening recently. They knew there was Derek the werewolf, now an Alpha, and another supernatural creature with powers. They were on the lookout constantly. Except Emerson who had slowly started to distance himself from the Argents.

Chris watches Allison get out the truck after saying bye then disappear into the crowd of students.

"Chris..."

"Don't. Your look communicates it perfectly. Yes, I underestimated the danger. Yes, we should've acted sooner. Yes, I should've listened to you. Anything else? Or does that cover it?"

"All I was going to say was you need to stop for gas." She points to the needle hovering over E, "But yeah, that about covers it."

...

"So how's the hand."

"Still broken."

"Well no one told you to punch a glass cabinet."

Luna rolls her eyes as she walks down the hallway with Lydia.

"I know, I know. I just got angry."

"Why? You've changed Luna. Weird things are happening in Beacon Hills and somehow you and your new geeks are always in the middle."

"I'm still the same old Luna, Lyds. I can't tell you right now but I promise when the time is right you'll be the first one to know. Can you just trust me?"

Lydia sighs before nodding, "Yeah I guess. You've been my best friend since fifth grade."

"Love you, you beautiful intelligent strawberry blonde you."

Lydia rolls her eyes smiling as Luna pulls her into a hug. Lydia feels Luna tense up.

"What's wrong?"

"I gotta get to class."

Lydia glances over her shoulder to see Allison walking into the school. Sighing Lydia looks back at Luna with pursed lips.

"Still hate her?"

"Don't think I'll ever stop." Luna smiles.

"Why?"

"I have my reasons. Why don't you? She's literally spending all her time with your boyfriend. Haven't you wondered why he isn't answering your calls?"

Lydia huffs holding up her pinky, "Keep your friends close..."

Luna smirks nodding as she attaches her pinky to Lydia's, "and your enemies closer. See you later."

Allison walks up just as Luna walks away. Together the two girls head.

"So I see she still hates me."

"With reason..."

"What reason? She was a bitch."

Lydia shrugs, "So were you."

Allison frowns pausing as Lydia continues to walk.

Sighing she decides to drop the subject and continue on, "It's just weird. Everyone's talking about what happened the other night. And nobody knows it was us."

"Thank you protection of minors."

"Lydia... Do you think I made the wrong decision?"

"About that jacket with that shirt? Absolutely." Lydia grimaces staring at the god awful combination.

Allison rolls her eyes, "You know what I mean."

"Hello, Scott locked us in a classroom and left us for dead. He's lucky we're not pressing charges or making him pay our therapy bills."

"Your parents talking about sending you to see someone too?"

"Sweetheart, I've had a psychiatrist since I was six," She rifles through her bag, "Here, try this. Start with half a pill."

She drops a prescription bottle into Allison's hand, leaving her staring at it mystified while she heads to class.

Scott follows the other students into the exam room. The moment he steps in, however, he spots Allison already seated. She gives him a brief glance, then focuses her eyes down, clearly trying very hard not to look at him.

Scott walks between the rows, heading toward her. Moving with determination.

"Allison-"

Mr Harris stands up from his desk, "Mr. McCall, please take a seat."

With a nod, he turns away and takes a seat near Stiles and Luna while Mr. Harris places a stack of Blue Exam Books at the first desk of each row. The students begin handing them back.

"You have forty-five minutes to complete the test. Twenty-five percent of your grade can be earned right now by simply putting your full name on the cover. However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with. Begin."

The students flip open their test books to start the exam. Scott focuses on the first question: An increase in imports of consumer goods is most likely to have been caused by a...

He moves to write down a choice when he hears a sound so loud and excruciating it causes him to flinch. A pencil eraser dragging across a sheet of paper with an irritating scrape.

Scott turns back to his test. But then hears another student coughing, a tight hacking from the back of her throat.

Senses heightened, Scott can't help but focus in on the nervousness around him. He looks back to the test.

The next question: Why would a girl that pretty go out with a loser like you?

Scott gazes at the question, eyes blinking. Then looks over to Allison who is busily filling in her own test.
When Scott turns back the question on his sheet has changed to: Which one of the following statements about price mechanism is correct?

Rubbing his eyes with his fingers, he marks down the answer with his pen. Then looks at the next question: When the moon is full tonight will you kill: A: All of your friends? B: Some of your friends? C: Most of your friends?

Scott slams his pencil back down on the desk, squeezing his eyes shut. But with his eyelids closed, his heightened hearing begins to pick up the heartbeats around him.

As the thumping becomes louder and louder, a cell phone vibrates on a desk. Someone pulls their chair forward, metal scraping over the floor- it's Scott as he darts up from his seat, grabbing his bag.

"Mr McCall?"

Stiles watches him slam through the door. He glances over at Luna who frowns then nods slightly. Within seconds, both of them get up to race after him. Allison and the other students look up, following Harris's curious gaze.

"Mr Stilinski... Miss Tate."

Stiles rushes into the empty corridor with Luna on his heels, "Scott?"

He turns back the other direction. No sign of Scott, but his backpack lies in the middle of the hall. Stiles approaches, picking it up.

"Scott?"

"Let's go this way." Luna suggests pointing down a hallway.

Stiles nods and follows behind her. Searching the strangely quiet hall Stiles finally, pulls out his cell phone and dials. He puts it to his ear, listening to it ring. But then he pulls it away when he realizes...
He can also hear it ringing all the way down the hall.

"Come on."

Stiles and Luna step into the locker room, the ring now louder. When it stops, he listens in. One of the showers is on.

Scott's jacket and shirt lie on the floor. Stiles slowly steps past them and further into the locker room. Luna covers her eyes with one hand and holds onto Stiles arm with her other. Stiles walks forward to find Scott kneeling underneath one of the showers, water spraying onto his torso.

"You can look, Luna."

Luna uncovers her eyes and lets go of Stiles. She bites her lip staring at Scott sadly as his back rises with each troubled breath. He slowly looks up at Stiles and Luna and sighs.

"Guys, I can't..."

Stiles frowns, "What's happening? Are you changing?"

"No... I can't... I can't breathe."

Watching him struggle with each gasp, Luna steps forward and holds Scott's shoulder not paying attention to her now wet shoes.

"Scott breathe... calm down... in and out..."

Scott starts to hyperventilate as his chest tightens.

"Shit... Stiles it's not working..."

Luna gives Stiles a look; he immediately knows that Luna was talking about her powers. He internally curses figuring out why it wasn't working for Scott and quickly drops Scott's bag to the floor. He unzips it and begins rifling inside, finding the item he's looking for. Once turns back to Scott who has crawled out from the spray of water to lean against the tile wall he hands him Scott's inhaler.

"Use this."

A breathless Scott looks down at it, confused.

"Do it."

Shaking up the inhaler, Scott takes a hit and holds it in. Then finally, he breathes.

"I... I was having an asthma attack?"

"No, you were having a panic attack." Luna crosses her arms looking down at the ground. She definitely knew how those felt... and they brought back horrible memories.

"But thinking you were having an asthma attack stopped the panic attack."

Scott stares at Stiles incredulously, "How did you know to do that?"

"I used to get them after my mom died. Not fun, huh?"

Luna quickly glances over at Stiles sad face and frowns even more. She didn't know how his mom died but not having one around was something they both had in common.

Scott nods, "I looked at her and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer."

"Yeah, it's called heartbreak."

Luna shrugs with a grimace, "There's like two billion songs written about it. Which is kind of depressing if you think about how many people have had their hearts shattered into pie-"

Stiles nudges her arm with wide eyes making her whisper an apology.

"I can't stop thinking about her."

"Well, think about this: her dad's a werewolf hunter. You're a werewolf. It was bound to become an issue," Off Scott's look, Stiles bites his lip, "Okay, that wasn't helpful. But yes, you got dumped. And it's
supposed to suck."

"It was more than that. It was like I could feel everything in there. Everyone else's emotions."

"It's got to be the full moon."

Stiles nods at Luna before thinking, "So we lock you in your room later like we planned. That way the Alpha, who is your boss, can't get to you either."

"He's not the Alpha. And I think we need to do more than lock me in my room."

"What? You mean because if you get out you could get caught by hunters?"

Scott sighs with a frown looking at Stiles, "No. Because if I get out... I think I might kill someone."