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She saw Scott's figure walking through the bus so she tensed the bow, pointing at him. She counted to three, but when she was on the two she was interrupted by the sound of the horn of Stiles's jeep, and the lights of the police car coming right at them.

She let go off the arrow, which arrived next to Scott almost killing him, landing on the side of the bus's door. They both connected eyes before they started running towards the gate.

She climbed and jump the same way she did before while Scott took impulse by getting up a car and jumping it.

They both got in the jeep, Amelia on the back and Scott shotgun. She quickly gave Stiles's his keys and they left the driveway as fast as they could.

"Did it work? Did you remember!?" Stiles asked and Amelia looked at Scott.

"Yeah, I was there last night," he told them. "And the blood, a lot of it was mine."

"So you did attack him?" Asked Amelia, but Scott answered quickly.

"No," he said, "I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek."

She raised her eyebrows. Scott seemed to be telling the truth.

"What about the driver?" Asked Stiles.

"I think I was actually trying to protect him," replied Scott. "And what is Amelia doing here?"

"She's trying to kill you." The girl nodded, making Scott raise his eyebrows. "Wait, why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver!?"

"That's what I don't get!" Exclaimed Scott.

"It's gotta be a pack thing," assumed Stiles.

"What do you mean?"

"Like kill together, stay together sort of thing?" Asked Amelia and Stiles nodded. "Makes sense, I guess."

"Because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience?" Amelia almost laughed at Scott's sarcasm.

"Yeah, but you didn't do it, which means you're not a killer."

"And the pact stays intact," added Amelia. "Sorry I tried to shoot an arrow across your head."

"It's fine, just don't do it again," said the werewolf, trying to control his breath.

"And it also means that..." continued Stiles.

"I can go out with Allison," interrupted Scott.

"I was gonna say it means you won't kill me."

"Oh yeah... that too." Stiles nodded. "Are you wearing lipstick?"

Amelia laid her back on the seat, hiding her smile.

Stiles looked at him. "Just... next time, you keep watch!"

• • •

Allison showed Amelia and Lydia a dress, and the strawberry blonde was quick to decline.

"Pass," she said quickly before standing up. "Let me see. Pass... pass... pass all of it. God, Allison, respect for your taste is, uhm... dwindling by the second."

Amelia stood up also grabbing a black shirt and showing it to Lydia.

"Oh yeah, definitely this," said the girl before giving it to Allison. She grabbed it and put it in front of her, looking at herself in the mirror.

"That looks good," commented Amelia with a smile, just in time for Allison's dad to come in. He didn't see Amelia since she was against the closet.

If it was anyone else, she would have taken the chance to scare him.

"Dad, hello," said Allison, making him smile before realizing.

"Right, I'm sorry. I completely forgot to knock."

Lydia let herself fall onto the bed in a seductive pose, making Amelia roll her eyes.

"Hey, Mr. Argent," she greeted him.

"Dad, do you need something?" Allison asked.

"I wanted to tell you that you'll be staying in tonight," said the man and Amelia stood out from her hiding spot, sitting next to Lydia. "Amelia... didn't see you there."

"I'm good at hiding."

"Dad, I'm going out with my friends tonight," said Allison to her father.

"Not when some animal out there is attacking people," pointed out Mr. Argent. Amelia gave her a small look, and if she was saying «We both know what's really out there, Chris». Allison began to insist, but he didn't let her. "It's out of my hands. There's a curfew. No one's allowed out past 9:30."

Allison tossed aside her shirt, landing next to Lydia. Amelia knew that Allison's dad didn't want her near her daughter, and she could only think that if he knew who was her daughter's boyfriend...

"No more arguing," insisted Argent with a serious look.

Her dad left the room as Lydia stood up, turning around to look at her.

"Someone's daddy's little girl," said the strawberry blonde, making Amelia roll her eyes.

"Sometimes... but not tonight."

"Yes!" Exclaimed Amelia as she rolled over the bed, getting out of it and landing on her two feet. "Sneak out."

They watched as Allison stepped outside the window. Amelia looked at Lydia before scoffing, following right behind her.

"What are you two doing?" Asked Lydia before Allison did a flip, landing perfectly on the floor.

"Sweet," whispered Amelia before doing the same, landing on her two feet. Both girls high-fived before looking up towards Lydia. "You coming?"

"I'll take the stairs," said the girl before walking away.

Amelia chuckled before looking at Allison.

"It's cool to have another spontaneous girl in Beacon Hills. Too bad your dad doesn't like me."

"What made you get that idea?" Amelia scoffed.

"He looks at me like I'm a troublemaker. He flinches every time he sees me like he fears me, like he's scared you'll become just like me." Amelia smiled. "Little does he know you are just like me."

"You think we are similar?" Asked the girl hopeful.

"Yeah, I do... maybe it's because we both do archery." The girl chuckled. "I'll drive you guys to the bowling. I have a study date with Stiles," she recalled as she picked up her bag from the floor. "Greek mythology."

"Ah," said Allison before they both walked towards the car, being followed by Lydia some steps behind. "Do you guys really just study?"

"Yeah, we do. We are friends," Amelia let her know. "Stiles isn't like any of the guys I have dated. He actually cares, and loves... I don't want to take that away from him so I'll just... take things slow."

"Me and Scott are the opposite of slow," pointed out Allison. "We did everything backwards, I don't know."

"Scott is a great guy. You'll see." She smiled. "Come on, get in the car."

• • •

Before her study date, Amelia pulled up in the gas station to filled her tank. She wasn't supposed to be out this late, due to the curfew of all things, yet nobody even bothered to look at her.

When she was going to enter the station, she noticed Derek Hale from all the people, and his black car being surrounded by two trucks.

One of the being Chris Argents.

She got out with her bow on one hand and his arrows on her back, ready to shot at any of them.

"Nice ride," she heard Argent say. "Black cars, though. Very hard to keep clean."

Show off, she thought to himself. He was trying to distract his prey.

She hated Derek Hale, but she needed him alive. She needed him to teach Scott how to use his abilities.

"I would definitely suggest a little more maintenance." He said before grabbing the windshield cleaner. "If you have something this nice, you want to take care of it, right?"

He started to clean the car and Amelia tensed her bow, ready to shoot at the two other guys.

"Personally, I'm very protective of the things I love. That's something I learned from my family. You don't have much of that these days."

It didn't seem like they were gonna do anything to him, but she couldn't look away. She just wanted to make sure.

They looked at each other for a few seconds before he talked again.

"There we go." He put the windshield cleaned aside. "You can actually look through your windshield now. See how that makes everything much clearer?"

As Chris walked away, Derek spoke for the first time.

"You forgot to check the oil."

He turned around, giving him a tiny smile. "Check the man's oil."

One of the man approached the vehicle and pulled up his arm. Before he could smash the window, Amelia let go of the arrow, shooting the man in the back.

As soon as the hunter hit the ground, Amelia let go off another arrow, hitting the other hunter. This one falling too.

"They'll be fine," said Amelia as she approached Derek and Chris, who were ready to attack. "It's a tranquilizer. They'll be awake soon."

"Sealgair..." whispered Chris. "You defending wolves now!?"

"No, I'm just getting rid of the competition..." She placed another arrow on her bow and aimed Chris, he pointing his gun towards her. "Beacon Hills doesn't belong to Argents anymore."

"We'll see," he said before putting his gun down, "in the meantime... stay away from my daughter."

"She's very important to my client," argued Amelia before putting his bow down. "So is he..."

Derek seemed confused as to what was going on, but decided to roll with it. He recognized her as the girl that was helping Scott, but he had no idea she was a Sealgair.

"I didn't know Sealgairs served clients."

"Seems that you know too little about me, while I know everything about you," she said calmly. "Leave..."

With that, Chris Argent left, leaving Derek and Amelia with the unconscious men on the gas station.

"You know they'll come after me after you're gone, right?" He asked and she chuckled.

"I know... you aren't actually under my protection, Derek Hale, I just did this as a favor."

"Sealgairs don't do favors unless they want something in exchange. What would could you possibly want from me?"

"You'll know when I ask," she replied before walking towards her car.

"Whose under your protection?" He asked again, making her turn around. "Scott?"

"And every person that he cares about..." She said. "Sorry that doesn't include you."

• • •

When Amelia arrived at Stiles house, he was surprised she even came.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I could really use the distraction. Scott insisted me by phone that I couldn't join him on his group date even if it was to protect him." Stiles raised his eyebrows. "I ran into Derek Hale. He was being ambushed by the Argents."

"What? What did you do? Is he dead?"

"No!" She exclaimed. "I saved him. Although I blew my cover. If Chris Argent didn't suspect of Scott being the werewolf then I think he does now..." Stiles raised her eyebrows. "But, there's a chance he's really stupid and didn't notice."

"You better pray for that," whispered Stiles. "Hey, with distraction... you don't mean..."

"God, Stiles, I just needed the keys so you wouldn't try to run away with Scott before I could kill him. Now, I don't want to kill him anymore, so I don't need to distract you."

He nodded. "Right, of course. Why didn't I think of that?" She chuckled before looking at her book. "Hey, uhm... do you really want to study or... we can, I don't know, watch a movie?"

She smiled before nodding. "I would love to watch a movie. I don't watch many."

"Why? You don't like them?"

"I never find the time," he admitted before putting the book away. "If I can admit to you, I haven't talk to my dad these past few days. I'm afraid he's trying to kill Scott."

"Well, you stopped Argent and his guys. Why don't you the same with your family?"

"Because it's not that simple, Stiles," she said. "Argent is human. My family isn't. They are supernatural hunters."

"Because they hunt the supernatural."

"We are literally supernatural hunters," she explained. "We have strength, better reflex, we are faster, we can hear our preys from miles away, even smell them. It's impossible to catch them, they'll see me coming."

"So... you can't stop them?"

She shook her head.

"That's why I need to protect Scott. If I stay by his side, I'll know when to attack. They can't resist the smell of a werewolf."

"So you are going to stay at Scott's side?" She nodded.

"Unless he kills someone..."

"Yeah, yeah, I got that part," he said, making her chuckle. "But I'm always by his side."

"That's the good part." The guy gave her a tiny smile before looking at his hands, right before his phone started ringing.

"Sorry, sorry," he picked up, looking at her still. "Dad? What's up?" His smile fading away slowly. "What?"

• • •

"Why can't we just use the front door?" Asked Amelia as she arrived to the half roof, opening Scott's window.

"It's locked," Stiles replied before they both entered the werewolves room.

The image of Melissa with a baseball bat scared them both as the three screamed, Amelia looking quickly for the dagger hidden in her boot, but being stopped by Stiles putting her behind him.

"Stiles!? What are you doing!?"

"What am I doing!? God, do either of you even play baseball!?" He asked as he pointed the bat.

They saw as Scott turned on the lights of his room, looking at his mom, his best friend and his protector all having a little reunion.

"Can you please tell your friends to use the front door?" Asked Melissa to Scott as he finished walking in.

"But we lock the front door. They wouldn't be able to get in," pointed out Scott.

"Yeah, exactly," said Melissa. "And, by the way, do any of you care that there's a police-enforced curfew!?"

"No," the three said at the same time.

"No... Alright then. Well, you know what? That's about enough parenting for me for one night," she said as she gave the baseball to Amelia, "so good night."

And with that, Melissa left Scott's room, closing the door behind her. Scott grabbed a chair and sat down in front of Amelia and Stiles, waiting for them to start talking.

"What?" Asked the werewolf to his best friend.

"My dad left for the hospital 15 minutes ago. It's the bus driver," explained Stiles as Amelia laid her head on his shoulder. She was indeed tired, and Stiles has just made her climb up Scott's wall to get to his window. "They said he succumbed to his wounds."

"Succumbed?" Scott asked, making Amelia roll her eyes.

"He's dead, Scott," she said, looking at the werewolf as he slowly stepped back. "What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna go find Derek..." he said before leaving his room.

"That didn't go as planned," whispered Stiles, looking over to Amelia. "Hey, are you falling sleep?"

"Shhh," she shushed him. "Tired..."

Stiles roll his eyes before looking at the door.

This was bad.