Her Burden | Derek Hale

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As I parked my car in the school parking lot I climbed out of the car and made my way over to the lacrosse field. I was about to take a seat on the bleachers and wait for the practice to start but I saw Scott and Stiles and decided to make my way over to where they were sitting. Stiles's eyes widened as he saw me before pulling me into a hug.

"Oh, my word, Emery," Stiles said, pulling away from me.

"You're not gonna kill Scott are you?" he asked nervously, "Scott told me everything. You know about you being a hunter and all."

"Hi, Stiles. And of course he told you," I let out a laugh, "And like I told my brother over there no I'm not,"

"What are you doing here?" Scott asked curiously.

"Why can't I come and watch my little brother and his best friend practice lacrosse," I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"Yeah but..." Scott stopped mid-sentence as his head shot up and he started to sniff the air, "I smell a scent, like a werewolf," He said, making me look at him with wide eyes.

"What?" Stiles said, confused.

"There is another werewolf in the lacrosse team, but I don't know who." He said as he looked around him. You have got to be kidding me. I rubbed my head as I started to think. It looks like Hale decided to start turning people and not just any people. Teenagers. What the hell was going on in Derek's head? There was a group of hunters in Beacon Hills and now he decided to start turning people.

Stiles looked at us with wide eyes. "What if you could get him one on one, would that work?" he asked.

"Yeah," Scott said as he nervously started to look everywhere on the field again.

Stiles nodded. "Okay, I think I got an idea," He said

"Stiles..." I started. But he was already rushing away to where the Coach was standing. I looked at Stiles as he made his way back to us with a big smile on his face and a goalie stick in his hand.

"I told Coach that you're switching places with Danny, for today," Stiles stated.

"But, I hate being goalie," Scott said groaning.

Stiles sighed and looked hopeless. "You know how I said I have an idea, this is it," He said, "I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes."

Coach blew his whistle and everyone's heads shot up. "Everyone line up, come on let's go," He said.

"Scott..." I tried but he ignored me as he made his way over to the goalie post. I rolled my eyes at him and made my way back to the bleachers sitting down and wondered what this brilliant plan of Stiles was. Coach blew the whistle once again before he threw the ball to the first player in line.

The player ran with the ball towards the goalie post but the next thing that happened was something I never expected my brother to do. Scott ran towards the player tackling him to the ground. After that, he got up and offered the player a hand to help him up. But that wasn't the thing I didn't expect; it was the fact that Scott sniffed him. He actually sniffed him.

"McCall!" Coach yelled, making Scott look at him.

"Yeah, Coach?" Scott replied innocently.

"Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal," Coach stated as he pointed towards the goal. I put my hands over my mouth as I try to hold my laughter in. Nice idea Stiles. I sat up straight and rubbed my hands against each other. This was going to be fun. I thought to myself as a big smile made its way across my face.

Coach threw the ball towards the next player in line and once again Scott did the same. Tackling him and sniffing him.

"McCall! The position is the goalkeeper. Not the goal abandoner."