competition, allison argent

024. master plan

Cody stands in the boys' locker room with Scott, Isaac, and Sheriff Stilinski. Stilinski has his notepad out, jotting down any information they have on Stiles. "I need to meet with the medical examiner to figure out what happened with Jackson," Stilinski says, his voice tinged with worry. "I've got an APB out on Stiles. His Jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means—hell, I don't know what that means. Um—look, if he answers his phone, his emails, if any of you see him—"

"We'll call you," Isaac assures, offering a sympathetic smile.

"He's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something. We'll find him," Scott tells the worried father.

Stilinski nods, "Yeah. I'll see you, okay?"

Cody nods before Stilinski leaves. Coach Finstock approaches them. "McCall," he says. "We need you on the team, okay? You know I can't put you on the field next season if you don't get your grades up."

Scott sighs, "Yeah, I know, Coach."

Coach nods, his expression turning more solemn. "All right. I know I yell a lot, but it's not like I hate you guys. Well, I kind of hate Greenberg, but, you know, that's different. It's Greenberg." He chuckles, but his face falls again, a hint of sadness evident. "I'm just saying we... I need you on the team. Get your grades back up."

Scott nods, "I will."

"I know," Coach murmurs before walking away.

Cody glances around, not seeing anyone else in the locker room. "Is that everyone?" he asks.

"I think so," Isaac answers before Scott suddenly rips Stiles' locker door off the hinges. He pulls out a shirt and a shoe. "You're gonna find him by scent?"

Scott nods, "Yeah, we both are." He hands the shoe to Isaac.

Isaac furrows his brows, "But why do you get his shirt, and I get a shoe?" Their attention shifts to someone entering the locker room.

"We need to talk," Derek says, followed by another figure stepping out from behind him.

"All of us," Peter finishes.

Cody's eyes widen as he looks at Scott in disbelief. "Holy shit."

"What the hell is this?" Scott asks, stepping closer to them.

Derek furrows his brows, "You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the sheriff's station."

"Okay, hold on. He threatened to kill my mom! And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?"

"I'm gonna go with Scott on this one," Peter says. "Have you seen his mom? She's gorgeous."

"Shut up!" Scott and Derek yell in unison.

Isaac leans over, whispering, "Who is he?"

"That's Peter, Derek's uncle," Cody explains. "A while back, he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire, and Derek slashed his throat."

"Hi," Peter greets nonchalantly, raising his hand.

"That's good to know," Isaac comments blankly, nodding.

"How is he alive?" Cody inquires.

Derek sighs, "Look, the short version is he knows how to stop Jackson. And maybe how to save him."

"Well, that's very helpful except Jackson's dead," Isaac informs.

Derek's brows furrow, "What?"

"Yeah, Jackson's dead. It just happened on the field," Scott confirms.