He's not Heartless (Theo Raeken)

"You tackled me!"

"Hey, McCall! My grandmother can move faster than that and she's dead. Do you think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?" Coach patronized Scott, causing Theo to wince from the bleachers. He didn't know how worrisome he should have been though, as he was uninformed of his lycanthrope.

Scott continued of his montage of making the players collapse on the ground with the newfound strength of his body. Maxine grew concerned as the line in front of her kept growing shorter and more painful, until there was no one in between her brother and her. Fear crept inside of her, now knowing the damage he could cause to her body. She was far smaller than him, and weaker, as well as more human.

"Come on Maxie!" Finstock yelled across to her, thinking his words would convince her to go onwards. "Surely, at some point in your life you have wanted to slap that brother of yours, I know I would if my brother had hair like that. So get a move on, before I retire. Make coach proud."

How could she deny him? She couldn't. This was it. Her own brother would cause her death. She had only just made the team, and now it would all be for nothing. Clutching onto her lacrosse stick, with one last glance sideways at Theo, she ran, praying to god she could dodge him. But god didn't answer her prayers, instead he stood against them. Her body was thrown meters backwards, and this pulled Scott through the wolf's disguise.

Running down from the bleachers and joining the crowd that had formed around Maxine, Theo pushed through. Her face was contorted in pain, her hand covering her side.

"I didn't mean to do that Max, I'm so sorry." He wanted to growl in frustration, but he convinced himself that could wait.

"You tackled me!" She told him, wheezing from the impact. "Good job." Maxine gave him a thumbs up, her hand twitching slightly.

"No! It's not a good job McCall or McCall." Coach spoke to the siblings, unhappy with the outcome. "Now one of you can't play tomorrow. That's just fantastic, isn't it? As much as I hate to say it, Greenberg has to fill in. That guy has to replace our player who gives some diversity to you lot!"

"She should probably go to the hospital." Stiles stated obviously, as Theo reached down to adjoin their hands. She squeezed their palms together, making him bite his lip from the pressure.

"I'll take her." He told them. "The rest of you, move." Removing his hand from hers, he hoisted her weight into his arms, walking off and away from the rowdy pitch.

"I always liked that Raeken kid." Bobby spoke in a soliloquy, only thinking that because he saved him from losing any more players.

"Just tell me the verdict." Maxine wanted the band aid to be pulled off as quickly as possible, there was nothing worse than a delay of information in the medical field. "What's gonna have to be cut off doc?"

She was laid in one of the infirmary's rickety beds, Theo sat in the side chair.

"Stop being dramatic Max." Theo, although humoured by it, knew she was being somewhat serious. Her words would build, and then her thoughts would.

"Couldn't have said it better myself Theo." Melissa sat on the side of her bed with her clipboard in her hand. In a motherly fashion, she stroked Maxine's leg, knowing that would reduce her stress. "There's nothing to worry about. You just have a bruised rib honey."

"So no lacrosse I'm guessing?" Theo asked in her place, receiving a firm no.

"Not for the next couple of weeks."

"Damnit." She replied, aware of what that meant. Saturday was a big night, and now she wouldn't have a part to play, literally.