After work, Scott picked me up in mom's car. He wanted to talk with Derek, but I refused to let him go alone. Though neither of us told Stiles, because he would've been beyond pissed that we decided to go to Derek.

The house didn't look as scary in broad daylight, but it was still just as sad. Scott and I stood near the patio, staring up at the house. "I know you can hear me. I need your help." The door swung open and out stepped a grumpy and pissed off Derek. He folded his arms, waiting to hear more. We were barely five feet away from someone who may or may not have killed someone. "Okay. I know I was part of you getting arrested and that we basically announced you being here to the hunters." Scott paused as Derek continued to glare at us. With my arms folded across my chest, I gave him a hard look back. "I also don't know what happened to your sister. But I think I did something last night. I had a dream about - someone. But someone else got hurt. And it turns out that part of the dream might have actually happened."

"You think you attacked the driver." Derek slid his hands into his jacket pockets.

"Did you see what I did last night?" Scott asked him, his voice raising a little.

"No." Derek said bluntly.

"Can you at least tell me the truth?" Scott looked at me for a second before looking back to Derek. "Am I gonna hurt someone?"

"Yes."

"Could I kill someone?"

"Yes."

"Am I gonna kill someone?"

"Probably." My heart dropped with every answer that Derek replied to. Derek looked at me as my arms fell from my chest and he sighed. "Look, I can show you how to remember. I can show you how to control the shift, even on a full moon. But it's not gonna come for free." Derek shrugged, looking back to Scott.

"What do you want?" I heard the desperation in my brother's voice.

"You'll find out. But for now, I'm gonna give you what you want. Go back to the bus. Go inside. See it, feel it. Let your senses - your sight, smell, touch - let them remember for you." Derek instructed. I gulped, knowing that the bus was part of an active investigation. It wouldn't be easy.

"That's it? Just - just go back?" Scott asked.

"Do you want to know what happened?" Derek asked him, and Scott nodded.

"I just want to know if I hurt him." Scott sighed, looking back into Derek's eyes.

"No, you don't." Derek looked at me for a second and then back to Scott. "You want to know if you'll hurt your sister or her." I looked over at Scott as he stared down at me. This whole time, I never thought about how much he wanted to protect me from himself. I gripped Scott's hand tighter, worry filling me.

✧

Later that night, Stiles picked us up in his jeep after we filled him in. He wasn't exactly thrilled that we went to see Derek. When we parked at the school, we stared at the gate. The bus was just through there. Just as we were about to climb up the fence, Scott shook his head, stopping us. "Hey, no, just me. Someone needs to keep watch." Stiles threw his arms up, groaning.

"How come I'm always the guy keeping watch? Bella is perfectly capable of keeping watch." I rolled my eyes at Stiles, sticking my tongue out.

"You're the only person I trust to watch my sister." Scott told Stiles, making me cross my arms. I am perfectly capable of watching out for myself. But I didn't say that out-loud.

"Okay, why's it starting to feel like you're Batman and I'm Robin? I don't want to be Robin all the time." Stiles sighed, pointing his finger at Scott. I shook my head.

"Nobody's Batman and Robin any of the time." Scott said, and I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing.

"Not even some of the time?" Stiles pouted. Scott rolled his eyes.

"Just stay here." Scott told us. I grabbed Stiles' arm.

"Oh, my God! Fine." Stiles groaned, letting me drag him back to the car.

We sat in the jeep, me sitting in the passenger seat since Scott wasn't here. I leaned back in the seat and just as I am about to place my feet on the dash, Stiles looks over at me. "Don't even dare." I laughed, letting my feet drop back to the ground. I saw Stiles look over at me, smiling. "I haven't heard you laugh like that in a while." I shook my head.

"I laugh all the time." He shakes his head, disagreeing with me. I sigh, looking down. "I guess I've just been worried around Scott. And it's not like there are any books about how to help your brother after he's turned into a werewolf." Stiles sent me a smile, looking over at me. We sat there for a second, just staring at each other. I bit my lip as I looked at him - I mean really looked at him. He had a couple of moles or freckles (whatever you want to call them) on his face. He was smiling at me. His smile that is so infectious. You just see it and you have to smile back. But his eyes were dark brown and all knowing. I guess that's the moment I knew. I am in love with Stiles Stilinski and I always have been. Because he knows me. He knows me like the back of his hand. He can tell when I am upset or masking my emotions. He knows my favorite movies and lets me stay over at his house. I remember the first time I stayed over without Scott and he tried to tell me he was going to sleep on the couch so I could have the bed. I refused and we both ended up sleeping on the bed. When I woke up, my head was coddled into his chest and his arms were wrapped around me. I am and always will be in love with him. He's my best friend.

When I snapped out of my daydream, I noticed just how close we were. We were inches away from each other. He kept leaning in and so did I. Only about a million thoughts ran through my head. I wanted Stiles to kiss me. "You know Robin always got the girl." I whispered to him as our lips brushed together. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and just as our lips were about to me, I saw a light out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head, seeing an officer patrolling the area. Leaning over Stiles, I rapidly honked to horn to alert Scott as the light roamed the bus he was in. I saw Scott running towards us as he jumped on top of a car, flipping over the fence. My eyes went wide as I quickly crawled into the backseat. Scott opened the door and then next thing I knew, we were gone, speeding off down the road. "Did it work? Did you remember?" I asked Scott, leaning over the center console.

"Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood - a lot of it was mine." Scott told us. I noticed Stiles looking at me through the reflection of the rear-view mirror. I quickly looked away, giving my full attention to my brother.

"So you did attack him?" Stiles asked.

"No. I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek." My face dropped and I looked back at Scott, confused.

"What about the driver?" I asked Scott, holding onto his arm as Stiles made a sharp turn, still going way past the speed limit.

"I think I was actually trying to protect him." Scott answered, looking back at me.

"Wait, why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?" I asked Scott. "That doesn't make any sense."

"That's what I don't get." Scott agreed.

"It's got to be a pack thing." Stiles told us, keeping his eyes on the road.

"What do you mean?" Scott and I asked at the same time. Stiles sighed and I heard him mumble something but I didn't catch what he said.

"Like an initiation. You do the kill together." I pulled a face, looking back to Scott, who was making the same face.

"Because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience?" I scoffed sarcastically as I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, but you didn't do it, which means you're not a killer. And it also means that-" Stiles starts but a smile appears on Scott's face as he leans back in the seat.

"I can go out with Allison." I laughed, rolling my eyes.

"I was gonna say it means you won't kill us." Stiles responded, shaking his head at my brother.

"Oh, yeah. That too." I pat my brother's shoulder, shaking my head.

"Yeah... it's not like I'm your sister or anything." Scott sends me a smile, laughing a little.

✧ 

"Mmm, pass. Pass. Pass. Pass. Ugg, pass on all of it." I heard Scott groan as I looked through his shirts.

"Just pick something already Bella." I rolled my eyes at my brother.

"I think what you mean to say is 'Thank you Bella. You're the best sister ever!'" Scott threw his pillow at me and I laughed.

"You're my only sister." I rolled my eyes and looked back into his closet. I grabbed a grey long sleeve and a red and white striped short sleeve shirt.

"There. I'm sure you can make that work." I shrugged. It was the best I could do. I sat on his bed as he changed into the shirts I laid out. He looked at himself in the mirror and ran a hand through his hair. I smiled as Scott turned to leave. "Hey Scott." He turned back to me. "Make sure you kiss her at the end of the night. No matter what." He smiles at me and says goodbye before leaving.

I sat on my brother's bed for a few more minutes before I sighed and traveled to my room. Mom said she would be home a little later, so I figured I would order some pizza and do some homework. I didn't have much but the alternative was going to Stiles' house and I didn't know if I could handle that at the moment. He hadn't talked at all since the almost-kiss. What would I even say to him? And what if he didn't feel the same? Everyone knows he's madly head over heels for Lydia. This could've just been a heat of the moment thing.

I heard the door close shut as I sat up on my bed. "Bella!" I heard my mom yell. "I'm home. And pizza's here." I smiled, running down the stairs. I saw her lay the pizza box on the counter and she kissed my head. "Thank you." I nodded, as I opened the box, taking a slice.

"How was work?" I asked her as I slipped into the other room, turning the TV on. Mom loved to try and catch up on all the shows we had stored on our DVR.

"Tiring. Lost a patient today." I sighed, looking back at mom. She ran her hand through her hair before throwing it up in a ponytail. I knew how she got; she hated to lose patients. "But enough of that. You don't want to hear about all that. How are you?" She sat down next to me on the couch, putting the pizza box in front of us.

"Honestly Mom... I think I'm in love." She paused the TV, looking back at me with a shocked face.

"Well that came out of nowhere. What?" She put her slice of pizza down, giving me her full attention. "I didn't even know you were dating..." I smiled at her, shaking my head.

"I'm not. It's Stiles. Mom, I think I'm falling for him..." Suddenly her look of caution and curiosity turned into a smile. "What?" She shook her head.

"Honey. I know. I've known for a while." I gave her a puzzling look. How has she known longer than me? "When you first met Stiles, you came home from school and told me that you had a boyfriend." I smiled, not remembering this. "You guys held hands all the time. And then summer came and when you went back to school, it was like you guys forgot what happened. His father and I were sure that when you started high school, you would start dating. We were both a little surprised when you didn't." With my mouth still open, I ran a hand through my hair. I didn't know what to say. My mom kissed my forehead and I rested my head on her shoulder as she un-paused the TV.

That's how I spent the night. Mom and I saved some pizza for Scott, who she had no idea wasn't in the house. I was starting to fall asleep when I felt mom move. "Let's get you to bed. It's been a long day." Mom said, turning off the TV. As mom and I trudged upstairs, she knocked on Scott's door. "Hey, Scott, I'm gonna go to..." She opened the door and saw that he wasn't there. I quickly moved into my room and got changed for bed. I slipped on a pair of pj shorts and a sweater. Stiles' sweater. I wasn't even really sure why it was here. But I had it. I heard mom walk down the hall before walking back. Was she pacing? I got out of bed and as soon as my feet touched the ground, I heard mom scream. My eyes went wide as I ran into Scott's room, seeing mom with a bat in her hands and someone on Scott's bed. I flipped the lights on and Scott walked in right behind me. We all saw Stiles lying on Scott's bed, covering his face in case mom hit him with the bat.

"Seriously. Stiles, what the hell are you doing here?" Mom asked, yelling. Stiles moved his hands away from his face and sat up.

"What am I doing? God, do any of you even play baseball?" Stiles asked, yelling as well. I looked back at Scott, trying not to laugh.

"What?" Mom turned back to Scott and me, shaking her head. She was really tired. "Can you please tell your friend to use the front door?" I looked at Scott, who had this puppy dog-like face.

"But we lock the front door. He wouldn't be able to get in." Mom put the bat down and nodded.

"Yeah, exactly. And, by the way, do either of you care that there's a police - enforced curfew?" I smiled at the boys, trying not to laugh.

"No." They both replied.

"No. All right then. Well, you know what? That's about enough parenting for me for one night, so good night." She left before popping her head back into the room. "This is why Isabella is my favorite." I laughed and nudged Scott. He had a smile on his face but rolled his eyes anyways.

"What?" Scott asked, noticing Stiles had calmed down quite a bit.

"My dad left for the hospital 15 minutes ago. It's the bus driver. They said he succumbed to his wounds." My eyebrows furrowed as I stared back at Stiles.

"Succumbed?" Scott asked, as my face fell.

"Oh god." I ran a hand through my hair.

"Scott, he's dead."

Scott took off running. Stiles and I didn't even bother to run after him. There was no point. Stiles and I had moved to my room and I opened the window. I sat back down on my bed, neither of us saying anything. He sat next to me on the bed. "Is that my sweater?" He asked. I bit my lip as I looked up at him.

"Possibly..." He laughed and bumped me with his shoulder.

"I should probably head home. My dad might get worried." He started to walk towards my window, before I pulled him into a hug.

"You're my best friend." I whispered before he pulled away, kissing my forehead. He left via the window and I smiled widely as I fell back onto my bed. And just like that, everything was back to normal. And I was still dangerously in love.