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

Formality

Beacon Hills Animal Clinic:

*Dahlia wakes up at the same times as Scott*
Deaton: Welcome to the land of the conscious. Are you both okay?
Dahlia: I-I need to-
Deaton: You need to sit down.

Peter: There are others who can help me get what I want, Scott... More innocent and far more vulnerable.
Scott: ... Allison.
Dahlia: Scott, ignore him.
Peter: Bad choice, little wolf.

McCall Residence:

*Scott, Stiles, Dahlia and Stefan are looking for Scott's phone*
Scott: Call it again.
Stefan: It's not here. Okay, so you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one?
Scott: I can't afford a new one, and I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek.
Stiles: Well, A) you're not alone, you have me, Dolly, Stefan, everyone; and B) didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead.
Dahlia: Still, the last time you said that he was very much alive. Argent's plan was to use him to get to the alpha. They won't kill him.
Stiles: All right, so then, just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to find Peter. Problem solved.
Scott: Not if Peter goes after Allison to find Derek! I can't protect her on my own, which means we either find Derek first- Just- just help me.
Stefan: You know, you probably lost it when you two were being idiots and saving Jackson. Remember that? When he was trying to kill you? After you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Aren't you starting to see a pattern? How did you even escape Dolly? Wouldn't they want you as well?
Dahlia: Deaton found me before they could. Besides he wasn't going to kill anyone. And I'm not letting my brother die.
Stiles: Could you at least think about letting him die? For this brother?
Stefan: Shh.
Stiles: What?
Scott: My mom just got back from work.
Melissa: Hi. It's me. Melissa McCall. I'm giving you a call. That always sounds weird because of my last name... McCall... So, yeah, um, you know, I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to reschedule dinner or lunch. It doesn't have to be dinner-lunch is good. Or maybe you would like to do coffee, or maybe you're a tea drinker? I don't know... You know, we could also just go out for drinks... Yeah, 'cause I think I need a few after this profoundly embarrassing phone call. So, if this really doesn't freak you out too much after this disastrous phone call, feel free to, um, give me a call...
Stiles: Is she okay? What is she doing?
Dahlia: She's crying.
Stefan: You guys can't protect everyone.
Scott: We can try.

Texts:

Scotty:
Tell Jackson I need him to take Allison to the Winter Formal.

Dolly:
Ok. You are gonna be there though, right?

Scotty:
Yeah, I'll just have to hide from Coach.

Beacon Hills High School:

Jackson: McCall wants me to take Allison to the formal?
Dahlia: He doesn't want you to, he needs you to. I need you to.
Jackson: Screw you. You know what? Screw you, too. And you. In fact, screw each other. Have a threesome.
Stiles: Hey, you know Dahlia and Scott saved your life, right?
Jackson: They left me for dead!
Stefan: They both got shot for you!
Jackson: Oh yeah? Dahlia, show me the bullett wound.
Dahlia: It healed. You know it did.
Jackson: Convenient.
Stefan: Just, do it for Allison okay? She's in serious danger... I'm talking around-the-clock danger. She needs someone to keep an eye on her at the dance.
Jackson: Have her dad do it, okay? He's the only one actually equipped to handle this.
Scott: How am I supposed to do that and keep him from finding out about me and Scott?
Jackson: Not my problem.
Stefan: You're her friend, too. You are. All that time that you spent with her to get to Scott? You can't tell me that you didn't get to know her and like her. It's Allison... It's impossible not to like her. You can't tell me that you don't care if she gets hurt?
Jackson: What if I get hurt?
Dahlia: Then it's worth it.
Jackson: Not to me. *walks away*
Stiles: Well, I shouldn't say "I told you so" Because it's not strong enough. How about, "I'm always right, and you should listen to whatever I have to say and never disagree, ever, for the sake of your and Scott's wolfihood?
Dahlia: I'm not done.
Stiles: You're not done... Okay...
Stefan: Oh boy.
Dahlia: One more thing... *she shows her golden eyes and her fangs*

Scott: Is he going with her?
Dahlia: You could say that.
Stiles: Don't worry, we'll still be here.
Scott: I'm still going.
Stefan: Is that such a good idea? Do you even have a date?
Scott: Not yet.
Stiles: Do you have a suit?
Scott: Not yet.
Stefan: Do you even have a ticket to the formal? A ride there?
Scott: No... And no... I was hoping I could to with Dolly.
Dahlia: I can ask Damon if you can get a rude, yeah.
Stefan: Uh, about that.

McCall Residence:

Dahlia: Damon! Damon! Bonnie! Ty! Tyler?!
Alaric: They're already gone. I'm sorry, they just didn't want to see the look on your face when they told you they had to leave.
Dahlia: No, why? He knows the formal is coming up.
Alaric: Hey, come here. *hugs her while he cries. Stefan, Scott and Stiles run through the door*
Stefan: Come here, Dolly. You're okay. You're okay.
Stiles: I can take you to go and get a dress?
Dahlia: Okay, let's go. *slowly walks to the Jeep*

Beacon Hills Mall:

Stefan: Hey, I'll be your date. And Scott can ride with us.
Stiles: Yeah.
Dahlia: I was gonna convince Bonnie to ask you to the formal. But she's not here anymore.
Stiles: It's fine. Come on, let's pick out a dress for you.
Dahlia: I love you guys.
Stefan: We love you too.

Dahlia: Sti, we're going to get food you want anything?
Stiles: I'm fine, I need to help Lydia find a dress.
Stefan: We'll bring you a burger.
Stiles: Thank you! I love you!

McCall Residence:

Melissa: Dahlia, your dress is gorgeous! Now put it on before I do.
Dahlia: I don't know if I wanna go anymore.
Melissa: You are going. I know Damon's not here but that doesn't mean you can't have a great time. You will look stunning, I promise.
Dahlia: Thank you, Melissa.

Melissa: Okay, don't panic, all right? Take them off. Pants off. Now.
Dahlia: Good luck with that one Scotty.

Stefan: Wow. You look beautiful.
Alaric: Absolutely stunning.
Melissa: *whispers* Told ya.
Dahlia: Should we get going?

Beacon Hills High School:

Stefan: Wanna dance?
Dahlia: Why not? *they dance to a couple songs then Allison walks up to them*
Allison: Stefan, can I borrow your date. My won't dance with me.
Stefan: Of course. I'll go get some drinks.

Coach: McCall! I see you! Come here, buddy. Come here! McCall! Get outta my way! McCall! It's a small gym, buddy! I'm gonna find you! I gotcha, McCall! Come here, come here. Get outta my way! McCall!
Scott: Danny! Danny, dance with me.
Danny: What?
Scott: Dance with me.
Danny: No.
Scott: Stefan! Please! Right now. Right now!
Coach: McCall! You're not supposed to- What the hell are you doing? Salvatore, are you gay?
Scott: Yes, Coach?
Stefan: Yes, Coach.
Coach: Okay, ho-ho-ho, ha-ha. Hold on, you- I was just saying he's not supposed to- I mean, I wasn't saying that he shouldn't- you guys don't think- you dont- I-I was- Just dance, everybody! Just dance! Dance! It's a party!
Scott: Thanks dude. I owe you!
Coach: What are you looking at, Greenberg?
Dahlia: Poor, Greenberg. Here's Scott. I'll leave you two alone.

Stefan: I just saw Scott and Allison leave. His heart was going like crazy.
Dahlia: They'll probably just make out for a while. They'll be fine.
Stefan: Or he could rip her apart like he did in his dream.
Dahlia: We need to go find them.