Cassidy Campbell is so happy she's done with sophomore year. From Scott getting bit, to getting attacked twice, her dad dying, the Kanima and her turning into a Siren she can't wait to be a junior.
She regrets wishing away time as there is now an A...
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I turn my gaze away from Stiles' and pull away from Lydia.
"I can't find Scott anywhere." Allison tells them.
I'm not sure what's going on but if they're can't find Scott and they seem worried then so am I.
"It's happening to him, too, isn't it?" Stiles asks.
Lydia nods. "It has to be."
She then turns to Stiles. "Didn't you say there was another flare on the bus?"
"Yeah, I'll get it." He says nodding.
"What? What's happening to him?" I ask them.
They all just glance at each other not knowing what to say.
Stiles starts walking to the bus and we follow close behind.
We see someone standing up ahead. Gasoline surrounding them and the flare in their hand.
We get closer to see who it is.
It's Scott.
"Scott...?" Allison questions.
"Scott..." She says again.
"There's no hope." Scott says defeatedly.
"What do you mean, Scott? There's always hope." Allison says gently.
Scott shakes his head. "Not for me... Not for Derek..."
"Derek wasn't your fault. You know Derek wasn't your fault." Allison tells him starting to cry again.
"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed." Scott explains his feelings.
"Scott, listen to me, okay? This isn't you, all right? This is someone inside your head, telling you to do this. Okay? Now—" Stiles tries.
"What if it isn't? What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else? It all started that night-- the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You and meams Cass, we were... we were... we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again-- no one at all." Scott says sadly.
Is that really what he thinks?
Watching Scott go through this is hard.
It must have been so scary for Allison watching me do the same thing.
"Scott, just listen to me, okay? You're not no one. Okay? You're someone. You're-- Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Scott, you're my brother, all right? So... So, if you're gonna do this, then..." Stiles Waldo closer to Scott until he's standing on the gas as well.
I feel Allison grab my hand and I squeeze it.
"I think you're just gonna have to take me with you, then." Stiles tells Scott.
I can tell that Scott is crying.
He knows he can't do this. He knows it's not right.
"All right?" Stiles says taking the glare out of Scott's hand and throws it away.
It lands on the ground a few feet away but the wind starts to blow it toward the gas.
"NO!" Lydia shrieks loudly and runs up to them pushing them out of the way.
Allison and I grab onto each other and hold on tightly.
I'm scared to open my eyes.
What if they didn't make it?
Allison and I pull away slowly to see the three of them on the ground away from the flames.
When they get up I run up to Scott and hug tightly and Allison does the same to Lydia.
He hugs me back and once again I see Stiles staring at me.
When I pull back from Scott I wake up to Stiles and pull him into a hug as well.
He immediately hugs back.
It feels nice to be in his arms, even with all the guilt I have swarming inside of me.
Once we all calm down we head to the bus to get some sleep.
Boyd and Isaac sleep in the back.
Scott sleeps in the seat in front of Stiles and Lydia, Allison, and I all squeeze into one seat to be close to one another.
It feels like I've only been sleeping for ten minutes when Coach walks on the bus in the morning.
"I don't want to know. I really don't want to know. But, in case you missed the announcement, the meet's cancelled, so we're heading home. Pack it in. Pack it in!" He tells us.
Ethan walks up the Scott and Stiles and starts to talk to them.
Lydia gets up to sit in the seat in front of us.
Man am I sore.
I turn to Allison to see her already looking at me.
"I'm so sorry." I tell her.
She shakes her head. "It's not your fault. You couldn't help it."
"It must have been scary." I say quietly.
"Yeah. It was. The scariest thing was thinking I was gonna lose you though." She tells me.
I look over to see Ethan finishing up his conversation with the boys.
Coach starts blowing his whistle again and god is it annoying.
"Hey Ethan, I wanted to..." Coach starts.
"Coach, can I see your whistle for a second?" Lydia asks her.
"What's that? Hey, Eth—" He stops when Lydia tips the whistle off his neck.
"I'm gonna need that back. Ethan..." He points at her before following Ethan to his seat.
Lydia blows the whistle into her hand and when she's pulls it away what I see is not good.
"...Wolfsbane." She shows us the wolfsbane that was inside the whistle.
"So, every time the coach blew the whistle on the bus, Scott, Isaac, Boyd—" Stiles starts.
"—And Ethan—" Lydia interrupts.
"—And me—" I say and they nod.
"We all inhaled it." Scott realizes.
"You were all poisoned by it." Allison states.
"So, that's how the Darach got in their heads. That's how he did it." Stiles adds.
He then grabs the whistle from Lydia's hand and throws it out the window.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Stilinski!" Coach yells.
This is gonna be a long drive home.
So I hope you liked it. I had a lot of fun doing this episode. I've read a lot of Stiles stories and a lot of them have the same problem in this episode so I thought I'd be original and do this. See you soon babes.
