Fairy Tales Exist (Teen Wolf)

beta in the making

"I'll drive you to school. Im gonna meet this beta Scott created." Derek tells me as he was getting dressed.

"Alright. Just go easy on him. I've heard he has a lot of anger. A lot."

"No promises made." He kisses my lips as I go to get dressed. We head straight for the school. I checked in with coach and head for the locker room. Coach says the boys will be in the weigh room for a while. An hour pasted as Liam walks in the locker room.

"What the hell? Where's my stick?" Liam mumbles. Derek steps out holding up a lacrosse stick.

"Is this yours?" Derek asked. He snaps the lacrosse stick. Liam tries to stay calm as Derek gives him the what are you going to do about it bitch look. Liam freaks out and goes to attack Derek. Derek grabs Liam by the throat and holds him on

"Liam." Scott's voice echoes the locker room.

"You're right. He is angry." Derek notes.

"Told you." I mumbled. Derek drops Liam as Liam shoots glares at Derek.

"This one's yours." Scott hands him the lacrosse stick. The bell rings.

"Get to class, Liam." Scott tells him as Liam gives Derek one last death glare then heads out.

"What are you smiling about?" Scott asked Derek.

"You're gonna be good at this." Derek smiles. Aw, haven't seen that in a while.

"Are you kidding? I am totally unprepared. Remember how you said you could teach me a few things? I think, right now I could use a full-on training manual." Scott says.

"I'll tell you one thing. That anger he's got? It'll make him strong." Derek studies.

"And dangerous." Scott adds.

"Very." Derek says.

"This was supposed to be the semester I could focus on school again. But Kate's back. And I've got a Beta. And there's a dead pool." Scott says as he sits down on the bench.

"If all our names are on that list, then that's what we should be focused on. Do you think Lydia can get that second key?" Derek asked.

"She's working on it. For now we need to look at for the higher rankings. That's what they will go for." Scott looks at me.

"Just because Im 26 million does not mean they will go for me first. You're 25 million. Besides they have been going for the thousand ranges not for millions. We should focus on the ones who can't protect themselves." I cross my arms.

"We should at least keep an eye on you."

"I can take care of my self." I roll my eyes.

"You've proven yourself wrong each time." Derek says as we walk away.

"Not true."

"Name a time that you saved your self without almost dying or none of us came to help you." Derek says with a smirk as we enter the hallway. I open my mouth to say something then close it. That's a tough one.

"Technically I saved myself by not dying in a almost dying situation." I think as Derek stood their.

"Gotcha." I wink. I press my lips to his.

"I'll see you later." He says as I walk to class.

"Economic disparity exists in all forms. Well, take sports, for example. Some teams have better training facilities. Some have better equipment. Unlike Beacon Hills that can barely afford the duct tape to keep our equipment together." Coach walks around the classroom with a broken lacrosse stick duck taped. Most likey the one Derek broke. Coach stops in front of Stiles who had pictures from all the murders on his desk.

"You know, Stilinski, if I could grade you on how profoundly you disturb me, you'd be an A plus student." Coach leans down and tells Stiles.

"Thanks, Coach." Stiles says sarcastically as I stifle a laugh.

"Put those pictures away." Coach warns him. He goes to walk away as Stiles grabs hold of the end of the lacrosse stick and looks at it. He pops the cap off and looks closer.

"Stilinski! The hell is wrong with you? Don't answer that." Coach says as he pulls the lacrosse stick back and then walks away. Scott and I lean forward for Stiles to tell.

"It's a lacrosse player." Stiles tells us.

"The killer's on the team." Scott sighs. After class we take all of the gear into coaches office and go through it.

"This... This is pointless. Most of the team plays with their own gear." Scott tells us. As we searched through the gear. We found nothing.

"Maybe instead of trying to find a lacrosse stick with a hidden dagger in it, we should be trying to get the game canceled?" Kira suggested.

"The game's the best way to catch him red-handed." Scott tells her.

"But what if he's red-handed 'cause his hands are covered in the blood of the person that he just stabbed to death? Which, by the way, could be either of you guys." Stiles points at us.

"Or Liam. Well, we don't have the whole list and he could be on it." Scott sighs.

"We don't know anything about that list. How it's made, how it's updated. I mean, who's been out taking a supernatural census anyway?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know if them being on the team just made it easier for us to find them or harder for us to catch them in the act." I shake my head.

"How do they even know about me?" Kira asked Scott.

"They know about everyone." Scott says. Great. Fantastic. 

"I think Kira's right. I think we should stop the game." Stiles sighs.

"I'm not afraid." Scott declares.

"Neither am I." Kira agrees.

"Well, I'm terrified. And I'm not even on the list. Guys, these are professional killers. It's their profession. One of them's got a thermo-cut wire that cuts heads off. Who knows what else they have?" Stiles asked.

"I agree with Stiles. What if someone gets killed tonight? I can't put shield around you guys while you're playing lacrosse. Someone's going to catch on to it that the other players bumping into you reflecting them off. I don't think that they're going for the crowd. I think they're going for the players the one that's on our team." I look at every as they agree with me.