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AMELIA AND THE REST WATCHED AS LYDIA PREPARED THE MIX FOR THE MOLOTOV COCKTAIL, WHATEVER THAT THING WAS.

The girl walked away from the group for a bit, trying to find a way to cover the big windows that the chemistry lab had. She could pile up desks or the chairs.

Her mission was to keep Allison safe, and she wasn't going to fail again.

"No. No, this is insane, you can't do this," insisted Allison, gaining Amelia's attention. "You cannot go out there."

"We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles's dad to check his messages," argued Scott.

"You could die," said Allison to him. "Don't you get that? He's killed three people."

Amelia approached them. Her mission was to protect Allison, she didn't know how she would do that with her being so stubborn. She wasn't going to let Scott go out.

"And we're next," said Scott. "Somebody has to do something."

"Scott, just stop," insisted the girl as she followed him. "Do you remember... Do you remember when you told me you knew whether or not I was lying? That I had a tell?"

Amelia looked over to Stiles before looking at the couple again.

"So do you," the girl said. "You're a horrible liar, and you've been lying all night." Amelia closed her eyes. This was painful to watch. "Just... Just please don't go."

The setting turned blue for a second. Amelia could sense Scott's sadness, but she also knew she had to follow his instructions. For some reason, she was now loyal to him, and even though she didn't agree with what he ordered, she had to follow.

He slowly kissed the girl for a few seconds before breaking apart, walking towards the door.

"Amelia..." he said as he stepped outside. "You know what to do."

When Scott stepped outside, the girl proceeded to lock the door with the chair before taking out her phone, placing it on top of the desk.

It was a countdown of fifteen minutes.

"What's that for?" Asked Allison, but the girl didn't reply. "Amelia..."

"Ames..." called her Stiles. "What did Scott tell you to do?"

"He said..." she whispered. "That if he doesn't come back in fifteen minutes, I need to get Allison and the rest of you out of the building... and leave him behind."

"What?" Was the thing the girl said, sobbing.

"Amelia..." whispered Stiles. "We can't leave him behind."

"That's what he said, and he asked me because he knew that neither you or Allison would do it."

"Because it's insane!" Exclaimed Allison in a whisper. "You're talking about leaving Scott behind."

"What do you want me to do?" Asked the hunter. "It's his choice, I'm just doing what he told me. He said that I had to protect Allison and make sure she leaves the building okay... that he'll be fine."

"And you believed him!?" Questioned Stiles in disbelief. "Both of you have some serious death wishes I do not comprehend."

"And how are you planning on getting us out of the building if he doesn't come back?" Asked Jackson, who was the only one that noticed the wrong part of Scott's plan.

Or not.

"He's the bait..." whispered Lydia, the only one who understood. "He's too busy with Scott so Amelia can get us out through the front door."

Allison turned around to look at Amelia, whose eyes were focused on the screen of her phone only.

"Oh my God," the girl whispered.

• • •

"Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right? Without the sulfuric acid it won't ignite."

"I handled you exactly what you asked for, didn't I?"

"I'm sure you did."

Stiles approached Amelia slowly, trying to distant them from the other three.

"Amelia, can we talk about this?"

"There's nothing to talk about, Stiles. I'm Scott's protector, not yours."

The hazel-eyed boy looked at her, grabbing her hands. The girl stared at him confused when he did that. What was he trying to achieve?

Suddenly, she felt calmed, like if Stiles touch was drifting her away from her responsibility. She looked at her friend for a few seconds before talking.

"He said he trusted me, Stiles," she admitted in a whisper. Now Stiles understood everything. "Could you believe that?"

"That makes sense. It's the link," he explained to her, confusing the girl. "Once Scott admits to trust you, the link is complete. You are loyal to him. That's why you are following this crazy plan even if you know that it's stupid."

"Of course the plan is stupid, Stiles!" Exclaimed the girl, getting the attention of the rest. "Do you honestly think I want him to die? He trusted me that I will keep Allison safe and that's what I'm doing. It's distracting me from the fact that he's out there, all alone, with some... bottle filled with acid that we aren't even sure it works."

A loud growl interrupted their conversation. The whole chemistry lab trembled and suddenly, Jackson was on the floor, groaning in pain as held the back of his neck.

Amelia looked at the lacrosse player in confusion before Stiles grabbed her cheek, making her look at him.

"Close your eyes," he said and she obeyed, closing them quickly. Stiles pulled her into his chest as they waited for the loud growl to stop.

Jackson began to scream, but the screams of Jackson were clouded in Amelia's eyes by the screams of Scott.

"He's in pain," she said before breaking the hug, noticing that Jackson was standing up.

Stiles noticed claw marks on the back of Jackson's neck, and immediately asked.

"What's on the back of your neck?" Jackson hit his finger before he could touch it.

Amelia couldn't stay still.

"We need to get out of here," said the girl. "Time's up."

"It is not," said Allison firmly, standing in front of her. "He still has a few minutes left, and I know you care about him enough to wait for the clock to beep."

The girl looked at the brunette for a few seconds before turning around, looking at Stiles.

"He was in pain," whispered Amelia to her friend.

"Pain makes you human..."

"Not if the pain is what makes you change in the first place," was the thing she said softly. "Not if it makes you angry."

They heard a click and Amelia turned around, noticing Scott's shadow on the glass.

He locked them inside.

"Scott?" Asked Allison, walking towards the door. "Scott!"

She kept trying to open it, but Scott locked it from the outside. Amelia moved Allison from the way and started to kick the door.

"Amelia!" Exclaimed Stiles, but she kept going.

"He's trapping us inside!" Yelled the girl before continuing to kick it, but this not opening. "What kind of door is this!?"

"Scott!" Kept yelling Allison.

"Stop. Stop!" Both Amelia and Allison looked over to Lydia who just shouted, stopping what they were doing. "Do you hear that?" Amelia raised her eyebrows. "Listen."

The five ran towards the window as soon as they heard the sirens coming from Stiles's dad patrol.

• • •

"You sure it was Derek Hale?" Asked the sheriff as Scott, Stiles and Amelia followed him outside the school.

"Yes," confirmed Scott, so sure about himself that even Amelia believed him for a sec.

"I saw him, too," lied Stiles, both then looking at Amelia.

"Yeah... me too."

She didn't like to lie but, she had to support the two of them.

"What about the janitor?" Asked Scott to the Sheriff as they kept walking.

"We're still looking."

"Did you check under the bleachers? Under them?" Insisted the werewolf.

"Yeah, Scott, we looked. We pulled them out, just like you asked, and there's nothing." The sheriff seemed to be getting tired of this conversation, and honestly Amelia was too.

"I'm not making this up."

"I know. I believe you, I do," admitted the sheriff.

"No, you don't!" Argued Scott. "You have this look like you feel bad for me. Like you want to believe me, but I know you don't."

Amelia sighed before looking at Stiles. What were they supposed to believe? That the Alpha took the time to move the body?

Amelia just wanted to go home and forget everything about that night.

"Listen to me," whispered the Sheriff, "we're gonna search this whole school. We're gonna find him. Okay? I promise."

Someone called the Sheriff, making him drop the conversation and walking away. Scott turned around to look at Amelia and Stiles, who were pretty much tired too.

"Well, we survived, dude, you know?" Was the thing Stiles said. "And, you guys created a weird protector/werewolf link and I think that should be celebrated."

"I don't think like celebrating nothing right now, Stiles," admitted the werewolf.

"Come on, we outlasted the Alpha! It's still good, right? Being alive?"

Scott seemed to think about the assumption Stiles was talking about.

"When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us. You don't think that it heard us? You don't think it knew exactly where we were?"

Scott was making a point. The Alpha would have killed them if he wanted to.

"Well, the how come are we still alive?" Asked Amelia. "There's gotta be an explanation."

"It wants me in its pack," replied Scott quickly. "But I think first... I have to get rid of my old pack."

"What old pack?" Asked Stiles, but Amelia knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Allison. Jackson, Lydia, Amelia, you."

Stiles thought about it for a few seconds before speaking up again.

"The Alpha doesn't want to kill us."

"He wants me to do it," affirmed Scott.

Amelia couldn't help but interrupt.

"Well, you can all sleep good tonight except for me because the Alpha made it pretty clear that he wants to kill me himself," couldn't help but to say the protector. "I'm offering you protection. I'm a thread to him. He hates me."

"No, he wants me to betray you," mentioned Scott. "And then... kill you."

"Well... that's comforting," whispered the girl. "Oh boy..."

"And that's not even the worst part," Scott added, referring to the whole killing your friends thing.

"How in the holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott!?" Asked Stiles exclaiming.

"Because when he made me shift..." he turned around to look at them again. "I wanted to do it..." The girl raise her eyebrows. "I wanted to kill you... All of you."

They remained in silence for a few seconds before Amelia spoke again.

"Looks like you could use some good chess game." Stiles turned around to look at her seriously but she shrugged. "What? It helps me!"

Scott didn't reply to that because he started walking away, Stiles and Amelia being quick to follow him.

Scott stopped at the ambulance, where his boss Deaton was getting attended.

"How did you—"

"Get out?" Asked Deaton. "Not easily."

"Stiles you have some explaining to do," whispered the girl to the guy.

"I'll tell you about it later."

"And for what they tell me, I'm alive because of you," explained his boss to Scott. "I think I owe you a raise."

The sheriff pulled the three of them away from the ambulance. Amelia had no clue what was going on, or why was Scott's boss at the school, but decided not to make too many questions.

Scott left to talk to Allison, while the Sheriff remained with Stiles and Amelia.

"Should I call your dad, Amy? Tell him that you are okay?"

"Actually, she's spending the night," intervened Stiles quickly. He tried to come up with a reason, but none reached his mind.

The girl simply smiled, hoping that the sheriff won't ask too many questions.

• • •

Scott was wrecked, even more than Stiles's jeep. Allison broke up with him and he really wasn't feeling very cheery at the moment.

After the Sheriff dropped Scott as his place, they arrived to their house.

Stiles and Amelia were quick to get out of the car and enter Stiles home, trying to escape from the sheriff so he won't make them anymore questions.

It was hard enough to pretend to be asleep during the car ride so they could avoid conversation.

Stiles closed the door of his room after they entered, turning around to look at the girl.

"So the link," he started and she nodded. "You said you could feel Scott's pain. Have you ever felt his pain before?"

"No, and I couldn't only feel that," admitted the girl. "When he locked the door of the chemistry lab, I felt his bloodlust, Stiles. He did want to kill us."

Stiles sat down on his bed, trying to focus on what was happening.

"What does this mean?"

"I don't know, Stiles. Derek said I'm the first of my species, so I have no idea what kind of abilities I have. All I know is that since Scott trusted me, I felt even more connected to him that ever."

Stiles looked at her for a few seconds, trying to understand what she was saying.

"So," he whispered, "does he still smell like wet dog to you?"

"Pretty much."

"That's a good thing." The girl raised her eyebrows. "I just wanted to make sure of something."

Amelia wasn't blind. "You wanted to make sure this connection didn't mean that I would start to have feelings for him." Stiles opened his eyes. "I don't need a supernatural connection with you to notice that."

"I have my reasons to doubt. You did say you were his protector, not mine."

"I meant it as that he asked me to do something, and he's the one I have the supernatural link to," she tried to justified herself. "Stiles, my connection to Scott is completely different to my connection to you."

The hazel-eyed boy looked over to the girl before cracking up a smile.

"You think we have a special connection?" He asked her and she noticed what she said.

"I think we do," she admitted. "I wouldn't trust anyone with my life like I trust you."

"So... if instead of Scott tonight, it was me the one who came up with that stupid plan and it was me the one who volunteered to look for the key... would you have let me?"

"You're kidding? Of course not! I wouldn't have let you go all alone with a bottle of acid to fight a big bad werewolf and then leave you behind! That's stupid," she replied. "I would have been Allison in that case and start to sob and cry in a corner."

Stiles chuckled after he heard her.

"That's all I wanted to hear." The girl smiled at him. "Do you want a t-shirt to sleep in?"

"Sure."

The guy stood up from his bed and walked towards his closet, grabbing one of his white shirts later giving it to her.

Amelia grabbed it with a smile, walking towards Stiles's bathroom and closing the door.

She looked at herself at the mirror, noting something she did not expect.

Her eyes turned purple.

She had never seen them do that. She'd heard they do that through Scott and Stiles yet, she had never seen them herself.

She liked them.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again, noticing the bright color was now long gone. The girl put on Stiles shirt and walked out of the bathroom with it, gaining the boy's attention.

"You look..." he didn't know what to say, so she simply jumped onto the bed with a smile.

"Let's watch Mission Impossible again," she offered before smiling even more.

She liked him. She has never liked someone the way she liked Stiles Stilinski.