Problems TVD/TW [1] **Completed**

Pack Mentality

McCall Residence:

Scott: What are you doing here?
Dahlia: I'm sorry, I know it's late. I just-
Scott: Hey, come in.
Damon: Thank you.
Bonnie: It's about Derek.
Dahlia: You were right. I was stupid to trust him.
Melissa: Scott? Who was at the...door? Is everything okay?
Stefan: We can go...if you want. We can go and stay with Lydia.
Melissa: No, it's fine. You guys stay here as long as you need. I'll set up the living room. Why don't you guys go upstairs and get changed?
Alaric: Thank you Ms. McCall.

Beacon Hills High School:

Stiles: So, you killed her?
Scott: I don't know. I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I've woke up like that before.
Stiles: Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently...
Scott: A) I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real.
Dahlia: B) never give us that much detail about you in bed again.
Stiles: Noted. Let me take a guess here.

Scott: No, I know, you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out.
Stefan: No, of course not...
Stiles: ... Yeah, that's totally it. Hey, come on! It's gonna be fine, alright? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freaking amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a Lycanthropy for Beginners class you can take.
Scott: Yeah...not a class, but maybe a teacher.
Stiles: Who, Derek?
Dahlia: Oh, no, no, no, no. You can't!
Stefan: Yeah, are you forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?
Scott: Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus... It felt so real.
Stiles: How real?
Scott: Like it actually happened.
Dahlia: Uh, guys... I think it did.

Stiles: She's probably fine...
Scott: She's not answering my texts, Stiles.
Bonnie: It could just be a coincidence, alright?
Stefan: A seriously amazing coincidence.
Dahlia: Stef, not helping.
Scott: Just help me find her, okay? Do you see her?
Stiles: No...

Stiles: Scott found Allison.
Dahlia: Thank god!

Chemistry Class:

Scott: Maybe it was my blood on the door...
Stiles: Could have been animal blood.
Dahlia: Yeah, maybe you caught a rabbit or something?
Scott: And did what?
Stefan: Ate it.
Scott: Raw?
Stiles: No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven! I don't know you're the one who can't remember anything.
Harris: Mr Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while. I think you and Mr McCall, Mr Salvatore and Ms Hale would benefit from a little distance, yes?
Stiles: No...
(Stefan, Dahlia and Stiles all moved to seperate parts of the classroom)

Harris: Let me know if that separation anxiety gets to be too much.
Dahlia: Sir? The separation anxiety is too much. *everyone laughs*
Harley: *looking out the window* Hey! I think they found something.
(The paramedics have a body on a stretcher)

Scott: That's not a rabbit...
(The man jumped up and screamed)

Stiles: Okay. This is good, this is good! He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that.
Scott: Stiles, I did that.
Dahlia: Look, we don't know that, okay? Dreams aren't memories, right?
Scott: Then it wasn't a dream... Something happened last night, and I can't remember what.