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

Co-captain

Scott: Stiles! Stiles! Has anyone seen Stiles?
Stefan: I'm calling him now!
Allison: Uh, you were pretty awesome out there.
Scott: Thanks, you too! ... I mean, that's not what I meant...
Allison: No, no, I did some pretty awesome cheering. You can thank me.
Scott: You did?
Allison: Totally. I went from "Go team, go!" To "Defense! Defense!" without a breath. I brought my A-game.
Dahlia: State! State!
Dahlia+Tyler: State! State! State!
Team: State! State! State! State!

Dahlia: Stefan, Derek's in the locker room. I can sense it. He's not alone though.
Stefan: I'll come and check it out with you.

Locker Room:

Scott: What are you guys doing here?
Dahlia: Someone's in there. I don't know who, but I know it's not good.
Scott: I think it's Stiles. Thank god! Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what's going on?
Peter: I really don't get LaCrosse...
Scott: It was you.
Stefan: Uh, who is this?
Dahlia: Uncle Peter...?
Peter: When I was in high school, we played basketball. That's a real sport. Still, I read somewhere that LaCrosse comes from Native American tribes, and that they played it to resolve conflict. Do I have that right? Hmm... I have a little conflict to resolve of my own, Scott... But I need your help to do it.
Dahlia: He's not helping you kill people!
Peter: And who do we have here? You know, you should let Scott make his own decisions. And... I don't want to kill all of them... Just the responsible ones. And that doesn't have to include...
Derek: Allison.
Scott: You're on his side? Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?
Dahlia: That was you? You killed Laura?
Stefan: Dahlia, calm down.
Peter: Dahlia? Dahlia Gilbert-Hale? I'm-
Dahlia: I know who you are. You're a monster!
Derek: Look, it was a mistake...
Scott: What?
Derek: It happens...
Dahlia: What did he do to you? Why are you acting like this?
Peter: I think you're getting the wrong impression of us. We just really want to help you reach your full potential, including you my dearest niece.
Scott: By killing our friends?
Dahlia: Stefan, go and wait outside. I'll be fine, just go find Bonnie and Lydia. Tell them I wasn't feeling well so I'm gonna miss the sleepover.
Stefan: Okay, come back home alive. Both of you.
Dahlia+Scott: No promises.
Peter: Sometimes the people closest to you can be the ones holding you back the most. That's why you wanted him to leave, isn't it? You knew that if he stayed, you wouldn't have been able to do anything.
Dahlia: If they're holding us back from becoming a psychotic nut-job like you, I'm okay with that.
Peter: Maybe... You could try and see things from my perspective... *Scott falls to the floor after Peter digs his claws into Scott's neck*
Dahlia: Scott!
Peter: Be careful, little wolf. Don't want to fall in love too quickly. *he knocks her out*

Stiles: Dude, we have a huge problem.
Scott: Trust me... We know.
Stiles: We? Dahlia! Oh my god! Wake up, please.
Scott: It's fine, Stiles. She's just unconscious, she'll wake up soon.

Beacon Hills Preserve:

Lydia: Allison... When you said you needed to stop for an errand before we went shopping... A five-mile hike in the woods was not what any of us were expecting.
Allison: Before I forget, I wanted to ask if you're okay with something... Jackson invited me to the winter formal.
Dahlia: He did?
Allison: Uh-huh. Just as friends. But, I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it first.
Lydia: Sure. As long as it's just friends.
Allison: Yeah. I mean, it's not like I would take him to the coach's office during LaCrosse practice to make out with him or anything...
Bonnie: So, that why your lipstick was smudged.