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Outside, Tomei had just arrived on school grounds and was looking for Stiles. She found him speaking to the man she knew to be his father and the town sheriff. The boy was speaking animately, waving his hands around as per usual. His eyes then landed on Tomei and waved her over. His father moved and saw her approaching.

"Dad, this is Vio's aunt, Tomei." Stiles introduced. "Tomei this is my dad, Noah." Noah held out a hand and Tomei shook it.

"Nice to meet you." Noah said with a pleasant smile.

"You have a really great son," Tomei said, "he's helped Vi a lot."

"Stiles was just telling me about what you two are planning..." Noah said. "Are you sure you won't get into trouble?" He asked. Tomei shrugged and made some dismissive comment that it worked out well in the movie and Noah laughed.

"I gotta go." Stiles said, hearing Coach yell. He dashed off and left Tomei and Noah standing there. Slightly awkward, Noah asked if she wanted to get a seat. Tomei nodded and followed him to the bleachers. They made pleasant conversation, mainly talking about Stiles and Violeta, until Melissa McCall came and joined them.

"Noah, hi." Melissa said, looking at the newly-instated sheriff. They shared a knowing look, both having grown closer due to the shared trauma caused by a sixteen year old boy called Matt.

"Melissa, how are you." John said. "This is Tomei, Vi's mother."

"We've met." Melissa said with a smile.

"She was Maria's nurse." Tomei explained. Then her eyes grew when she recognised something on the field. "Is that Violeta? In a UNIFORM?!"

"The Coach asked her to step in because the Principal," Melissa said with clear bitter feelings, "felt it wasn't right to have him play with his academic records."

"That doesn't sound right." Noah commented, frowning.

"That Gerard fella is one—" Then Noah and Melissa's eyebrows both raised at the harsh Italian that came out as Tomei clearly cussed him out. Melissa gave a nervous laugh when Tomei finished and sighed.

"Although, he inadvertently got her to play and she hasn't touched a stick since Lou died so I guess that's a win." Tomei said with a satisfied nod. "Still a dick though." She added.

"Is this going to change the plan?" Noah asked, looking at Tomei who was watching her niece. Tomei shook her head. "Nah, should be right."

"What plan?" Melissa asked.

Turning to the mother of the werewolf, Tomei had a bright look on her face, "Stiles is going to be pissed... but have you seen Ferris Bueller's Day Off?"

-

"You're letting me play? What happened to Greenburg?"

"Someone else took his place." Coach said, and Scott immediately laughed, remembering the look on her face when Coach passed her the uniform. He'd actually been about to tell Stiles the news that she was playing, hoping to ease his mind from feeling that they were losing and this was going to end badly when the Coach came up behind them.

"I'm playing." Stiles said, sounding like he might throw up. He looked at the field, the green grass suddenly becoming a lot more scarier. "On the field!"

"Yes." The Coach said, laughing, "Unless you'd... rather play with yourself."

"I already did that today. Twice." The Coach gave him a disgusted look and Stiles met Scott's amused face, giving him a sort of 'come on' look that Scott chuckled at. The Coach then grinned, seeing the person who'd come to stand in front of them.

"Still can't believe that I finally agree to play and you give me the uniform of Greenburg."

Stiles and Scott both swivelled their heads around to see Violeta stood, dressed in the red and white Beacon Hills lacrosse uniform. Stiles eyed her up and down, noting how the beanie was now gone and her hair was tied into a low bun with a few wisps coming down the edges of her face. The familiar red lacrosse jersey hung low on her, showing that it was big. The shorts, however, hung tight to her thighs, having wider legs than most boys in the team. They were rolled up above her knees and whilst they weren't short like that red leather skirt, Stiles still had a hard time looking away from her legs. 

Because seeing her, standing there in uniform, Stiles could only gulp and briefly wonder about the chances of there being a third time. It was looking high.

"Oh look, all our guardians are bonding." Violeta said, looking over Scott's shoulder to see Tomei, Noah and Melissa sitting together. Scott turned and waved but Stiles couldn't tear his eyes away. Violeta smirked, feeling proud that this time she was the smug smiling one and he was the shocked idiot fawning over the other.

"You right there Stiles?" She asked, putting on the gloves. He nodded, mouth still wide open at the downright sexual sight in front of him.

"Stilinski, if you're done staring at Rodriguez, would you mind GETTING ON THE FIELD!" Stiles flinched, completely forgetting that Coach was right there next to him and scrambled to put his helmet on and get into position.

Wait, what position?

"You take McCall, I'll, and it pains me to say this, be Greenburg." Violeta said, coming up to him.

"I can't take Scott's place." Stiles said. "You do it! You're better!"

"Have you ever even seen me play?"

"No..." Stiles said, trailing off as he realised that fact. Then, with much more enthusiasm, added, "But I definitely know you're better."

"Stiles?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Go take Scott's place and stop undervaluing yourself."

Stiles nodded and Violeta laughed, seeing how extra bouncy he was due to the nerves of actually playing. She got into position and grinned seeing the black uniform of the opposition. The Beavers had long since been her rivals. Well, Sun Hill High were her rivals. They were the prep school at the outskirts of Beacon Hills, about a forty minute drive. Well, Violeta had been in that car ride when Eugene Wallace did the drive in twenty after they sped back from a drug deal gone wrong.

Fun fact: the rich white kids of Sun Hill High love cocaine.

Sounds kinda funny since they go to a prep school called Sun Hill High which is special entry. Yet here she was, looking at the black uniforms that were more hyped up than Stiles.

So when she felt a drastic change the aura, her first reaction was to look around the players. There was still two minutes until the game started and Violeta scoured for what could've caused a disturbance.

Her eyes landed on Gerard.

She looked at Scott who was not moving, obviously his sensitive hearing picked up on something that she would've paid every dollar she had in a bet to say it was Gerard. Violeta ditched her post and went to the Coach and shook her head, "I'll be first sub. I can't play right now."

"What, why? Do you have your period?" Violeta ripped her helmet off and Coach immediately saw the error in his questioning. "Okay, uh. Look, I can't Vi. I put you in because you're better than all my other reserves. I put them in, we lose."

"Coach!"

Never in a million years did Violeta think she would be relieved to see Isaac Lahey. Violeta threw the werewolf her stick, not caring that he had his own and patted him on the shoulder as she rushed up the bleachers to where her aunt sat. People were talking at the randomness of a player abruptly leaving the field minutes before the championship game. It pained her also that it was against Sun Hill but that fact alone made her realise there were a few things she had to do.

"Vi, what's wrong?" Tomei asked when Violeta rushed up to her.

"Derek Hale."

"What about him?" Tomei said with a confused frown.

"It's a Code Red." Violeta said, making Tomei's face drop. She shook her head and Violeta gave her a pitying look. "I'm so sorry to do this."

"I left that life behind when I took you in. I made an oath."

"I know." Violeta said. "But Gerard is here with Jackson." Tomei nodded pursed her lips and closed her eyes. "I know you were never meant to be pulled into this mess but it's only a security detail. Believe me, everything is under control. I just need to make sure we can hold it all off until the end of the game."

"But then I'm going to miss—"

"Please, Tomei." Violeta near begged. "For my dad— your brother."

"You're really gonna pull the Lou card? Seriously?" Violeta waited and saw the defeat come across her aunt's face. "Ugh. I can't believe I'm going to have to deal with Mr. Chromatic." She added and stood up.

Violeta laughed, feeling a rush of relief. "It's good to have you back Agent."

"Go away and don't call me that."

"Agent?" Noah finally asked, looking at Tomei and Violeta.

"FBI Special Ops." Violeta said with a proud smirk.

"Former Special Ops." Tomei said. But she stood tall and nodded at Violeta, trusting her niece's judgement. She had to because, simply put, this was an order given to her by someone who was more than just her niece.

"Excuse me, Noah and Melissa," Tomei said as she crackled her neck side and side. "I have ass to kick."

"Train Depot." Violeta informed her as to where the werewolf was hiding.

"On it."

Noah's eyes grew as he watched Violeta's aunt stand up and jump the railing. They were at the very back of the bleachers and new it was very high up. Violeta let out a steading breath, nodding to herself. She saw Lydia Martin approach and awkward smile at her as she took a seat beside Melissa.

"Violeta are you going to explain what's going on?" Noah asked her. "And since when your aunt was a FBI operative?"

"Since she joined the force when she finished high-school." Violeta distractedly rambled off, pulling out her phone. Noah and Melissa both kept asking her questions which Violeta didn't answer, focusing on hurriedly sending out the text messages. She made sure to add that Sun Hill was here in case anyone dogged out. Once she was done, she chucked her phone to Violeta. "If anything goes wrong, call the first number in the favourites." Lydia shakily nodded, holding the phone in her grasp

"Vi, come on you need to talk to me—" Noah started once more.

"Gerard wants Derek Hale. Motives are a little unclear so we'll go with the vengeance spiel he's preaching for the death of Kate Argent." She rushed out, not bothering to hide the truth. Melissa put a hand over her mouth and even Lydia looked shock. She saw the way Noah's whole demeanour shifted into Sheriff Stilinski mode.

"Okay well we need to evacuate—"

"No." Violeta immediately shut him down. "Look, Noah. I told you so you're in the loop but this game will still go down. You know why? Because your son is playing and this is the only sense of normalcy he has right now. He needs this. I am taking care of it and nothing, you hear me, nothing will stop Stiles from having his one moment." She said, "Believe me when I say that nothing will stop your son from playing the entirety of this stupid lacrosse game without anything happening. Even if I have to force my aunt out of retirement."

Noah could only stare, mouth slightly ajar as he saw how vehement Violeta was to put aside a potential murder so that his son could play lacrosse. She had pulled in her an apparently retired FBI Special Operative and —

"—is that rap music?" Noah asked. Just as he did, the siren signalling the beginning of the game sounded and players began running. Noah's attention was torn between watching number 24 and noting the five—six— eight cars that pulled into the parking lot. He faintly noted the long white t-shirts, the sneakers, the puffs of smoke, the faint glitter reflected from the stadium lights on the gold chains.

"I called reinforcements. Lola's older brother Rico will be joining you with some others." Violeta said, bringing John's attention to the little girl from the funeral. "Don't be alarmed if you see... their defensive measures."

Noah sighed, knowing exactly what their defensive measures would mean.

"All this for Stiles?" He asked, a small smile fighting its way onto his face.

"—Who's caught the ball! Guys he caught the ball!" Melissa called out. Noah and Violeta turned to see number 24 with their stick in the air but not moving anywhere. Violeta winced when she saw the two players from the opposite team charge at him.

"Oh, mi alma."

Noah looked at Violeta and her faint Spanish. She had a fond smile on her face and thought about what his son was planning to do tonight. At first, he didn't believe Stiles was being serious. Now, he can't believe that Violeta was doing all this so that he could have a chance to play.

"Okay," Noah said, bringing Violeta's attention back to him, "I'll let you take care of it until the game is over."

Violeta's grin grew and she began dashing her way back to the stairwell to go down to the bleachers. She turned and cupped her hands, running backwards as she yelled out, "DANKE SCHOEN!"

Noah's jaw dropped and even Melissa stared, recognising that phrase... knowing exactly what that meant. None of them could speak. And all he could think was, yes alma indeed.

-

"Alright, I'm ready to go back in." Violeta said, coming to stand next to Coach. Scott looked at her and she gave him a warm, reassuring smile.

He had seen the cars park in the drive way and all of Violeta's friends take their place in scattered, two or three coming to sit in various areas of every bleacher. He saw how five of them came and sat near Gerard and that Rico, and several others Scott had only seen at the funeral, come to sit near his mother and Stiles' father. He saw Rico shake John's hand and nod at his mother.

"Homie relax we got this shit covered." Scott looked over to see that D-Bo had come to sit next to him. Behind him were several others who were sitting on the bottom bleacher bench, nodding at him. The werewolf could smell gun-power, metal and something else. For a short moment, Scott wondered if they all knew about the supernatural.

"No can do." Coach said. "Lahey's playing your spot." Scott looked forward to see Violeta's agitation.

"But if I go in with Lahey then we have a better chance of winning." She tried to reason.

"We're doing just fine." Coach said. At that very moment, the two watched at the ball was thrown to Stiles who missed it with his stick and it hit him on the head. "He's warming up." He tried to reason.

"Okay, listen." Violeta said, reaching and actually grabbing Coach Finstock by the collar. "I put on the uniform when you asked and you know why I don't play. You were there. You were there with him when we used to practice together. He's the one who made you become a Coach." She seethed. "So do it for him."

"Fine." The Coach gave up. "I'll sub off number 24."

"You'll sub off number 15." Violeta said. Scott blinked and once again heard that tone she had used in the station when Matt had gone off the edge trying to find the bestiary. It was commanding, it left no room to disagree and it made you think that if you didn't listen, you would never find peace.

"Okay." Coach said, as if in a trance, "Go on."

She grinned and rushed onto the field. As she did, number 15 threw her his stick and glared at her. He was supposed to give her his helmet but apparently forgot to do so.

It didn't matter because her eyes landed on the white 24 emblazoned on Stiles' jersey and saw the opposition charging at him. She charged forward and bumped into the Sun Hill High Beaver player, knocking them out of Stiles way.

Stiles cried in joy once more at seeing that he got the ball but pulled up short when his eyes landed on Violeta standing in front of him, on the field, not wearing a helmet and grinning widely at him. He felt his body flush at the image of her standing there in a lacrosse jersey and wondered how he'd never conjured up an image like this before since it was such a turn on.

"You going to throw the ball?" She asked. Stiles did so and Violeta winked at him and ran off. Stiles let out a quick, short exhale and tried to focus on playing the championship lacrosse game with Violeta Rodriguez.

Violeta however took note of the player she had tackled and did a double take when she saw just who it was.

"Sebastian?" She asked, recalling the person who had shot Luis. Antonio Sebastian stood up and rolled his shoulders back. He stalked up to her, and made a grand show of slapping the upper left side of his chest with his right hand. Violeta's jaw tensed when at the mark, knowing that was the ultimate sign. It was worse than pulling the finger. In the gang, this was to show someone that they had wronged you and you wouldn't let that slide.

He glanced over and looked the person who brushed Violeta's side up and down. The girl felt the mythical air of a supernatural creature. Isaac Lahey stood up to the guy who had openly dissed Violeta, slapping his chest in that way Isaac had seen only a handful of times. He knew what it meant and the worry ran through him at seeing it being done to Violeta.

Antonio Sebastian spat at the grass by Violeta and Isaac's feet as he brushed past them, making sure to bump into Isaac's shoulder. The werewolf spun and was about to reach out and grab that guy, wanting to teach him a lesson when Violeta stopped him.

"Let it be." She said. "We have a game to play." She gestured with her head and he broke into a jog, keeping up with her as she ran to center field.

"As if they're letting you play," Lahey said, "don't they care that you're a girl."

"Referee doesn't care and Sun Hill love that they have a chance to openly beat me." Violeta said, "They'll probably target me more." As she said that, she cringed when she saw Stiles miss the shot once more.

"Speaking of which," Isaac said, "I have an idea to get Scott onto the field to stop Jackson." With that, he rushed forward and tackled a Beacon Hills player, sending them into the air and landing on their arm in certain angle that made Violeta wince.

"LAHEY!" The werewolf raised his hands in a 'my bad' sort of way, looking at the Coach who yelled at him. He looked back at Violeta who only sighed, shaking her head. Trust.

"I'm guessing you'll be focused on Stilinski." Isaac said with a knowing look.

"Damn straight." She grinned, taking it in her stride and not even bothering to hide it anymore. After everything, seeing the happiness on his face on the field, she knew it was pointless. He had kissed her and said she was wrong so she could have a small, even infinitesimal small chance that he wanted her that way. And if she was going to have try with at infinitesimal small chance, she would try her damn hardest to be with Stiles in anyway she could possibly have him.

She dashed down the field, making sure no one could get to Stiles. Isaac laughed and watched she tackled the opposition with the ball and as she ducked out of their fall, scooped up the ball and threw it to where Stiles stood at the far back.

The game so far had every player, both Sun and Hill and Beacon Hills, avoiding number 24. His lack of skill meant that if someone passed him the ball would mean the opposition would definitely score a goal. So no one passed it to him. So none of the opposition bothered with him.

So Stiles stood alone.

But Violeta had thrown the ball with such force that she didn't even need to use her abilities like she had intended. It rolled to where Stiles' feet lay and all the players were confused as to where the girl had thrown it. Some even yelled that she threw it off field when player 24 had got it in his stick and began running.

Once everyone realised Stilinski had it, they all began charging after him. Seeing them approach made him freeze, forgetting what to do and how to do whatever it was he had to do. The crowd was roaring, screaming, yelling shouting. There was so many loud noises and he didn't know what the were telling him to do.

Then his eyes landed on the girl in red jumping up and down.

It was only her that he could hear.

"Shoot!"

Stiles turned around and swung his stick. He watched, panting as the ball moved and the goalie moved with it...

... but missed and the ball hit the net.

"I scored?" Stiles asked. "I scored!" He jumped up and began cheering. "I scored a goal!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. His had raised his arms in the air in excitement but dropped them when the girl running at him jumped. He caught her and spun her around. "YOU DID IT!" She screamed at his face in excitement.

"I SCORED A GOAL!"

"YOU SCORED A GOAL!"

Violet dropped to the ground and smiled, eyes sparkling at the boy in front of her. "Come one!" She said, "Let's show the world what Stiles Stilinksi could do!" She grabbed her stick and his hand and pulled him back into position.

It was then that Coach's changed his plan.

The plan that he'd spent the entire school term planning and perfectly. This was the same plan the entire team had practiced every training session before and after school, had used every single game that had played that brought them to the final. He forgot all about his plan and kept screaming, "TO RODRIGUEZ AND STILINSKI! TO RODRIGUEZ AND STILINSKI!"

Coach would swear that never in all of his years of coaching did he see two players work so well together. It was as if they could read each other's mind. When Rodriguez was getting ready to shoot, Stilinski was already in position. When Stilinski was being blocked, Rodriguez was already running to get him an opening.

He couldn't believe how it was done.

After another score from Stiles, half time was called. Violeta threw her stick up in the air and ran around the field, feeling the exhilaration of sport once more. Music began to play from the speakers, standing in as some form of entertainment during the brief break.

Stiles watched Violeta jump up onto a random Beacon Hills player and cheered out loud. It was Danny who had moved from the goalie post. Danny cheered with her and they put their arms around each other's shoulders and began dancing to the music. Another Beacon Hills player joined them in their little dance party.

"Hey!" Stiles broke his gaze on Violeta to look at Scott who had come up to him. "You're killing it, dude!" Scott placed his hands on his best friend's shoulders and shook them, unable to express how proud he was of his friend.

"Thanks," Stiles said, pulling his helmet off, "think Coach will let you get back on."

"I dunno." Scott said, the excitement falling when the supernatural drama came back into reality. "Although I don't know if Gerard will do anything with Violeta on the field."

It was funny how as Scott mentioned her, Stiles had already gone back to watching her. He couldn't express how he felt, seeing how utterly happy she looked. Hell, she was dancing. Actually dancing. Albeit, she was actually really bad - er dancing consisted of bobbing her head up and down and moving her arms around like the dad at a family barbecue - but she was dancing. She didn't appear to have any care in the world as her and Danny fell into step together, doing the same moves as they both sang along to some Snoop Dogg song with a catchy beat about beautiful girls.

Scott realised Stiles hadn't said anything. He moved his head to look at what had caught his best friend's attention and saw Violeta throw her hands out, dancing as she sang to the song playing. Scott looked back to his friend's face and patted him on the shoulder.

"You really like her." He said. Stiles snapped out of his daze and looked at his friend. Scott grinned even more. "She likes you too."

"What?!" Stiles asked. "How do you know?"

"It was when we left that gay club." Scott explained. "When you gave her your hoodie. I heard her heart literally skip a beat."

A short moment of silence.

"... And you didn't tell me this WHY?!"

"Hey guys, Coach wants us to regroup to actually go through a plan." A random team-mate said, walking up to them. "Although I don't know why. He's just gonna tell us to pass it to you or Rodriguez." They added and patted Stiles on shoulder good-naturedly. Scott nodded and started walking back to the bleachers when Stiles grabbed him by the collar of his jersey.

"You heard Violeta's heart literally skip a beat because of me and you waited until now to tell me!?" Stiles asked, ignoring how people showed admiration for his lacrosse skills for Violeta's heart skipping a beat. Because of him. "Wow, you really suck as a wingman. And as a best friend too. Yeah. You should've been a vampire because you suck. Like, royally suck."

Scott laughed. "Vampires aren't real."

"Yes they are."

"Uh, no they're not."

"Uh, yes they are." Stiles said. "I met two at Violeta's funeral." The human boy recalled the blue-eyed vampire known as Damon Salvatore. Violeta had told him that he had actually done as Stiles had asked and threatened Lahey. "Look, it doesn't matter. Violeta practically told me that she has feelings for me and I, uh, ran off on her."

"What do you mean ran off on her?"

"I mean I literally got up and ran." 

"Why would you do that?"

"Why do you think?! I was freaking out! I was still tripping on wolfsbane and had just hallucinated my dad telling me everything was my fault and that he hated me." Scott pursed his lips, putting a hand on Stiles' shoulder to show support. Stiles' hadn't fully explained to him what had happened at Lydia's party and they hadn't had much time to even talk.

The last time they had any general conversation that wasn't related to the paranormal was... wow. Scott raised his eyebrows when he couldn't recall a conversation that didn't have the word werewolf or kanima or even kill.

"What?" Stiles asked him.

"I'm just trying to think of a time when our conversations weren't to do with werewolves or kanimas or people dying and I could talk to my best friend about the girl he was clearly crushing on." Then Scott paused. "Did you just say tripping?"

"Shut up." Stiles said, pushing his friend. "And, dude, I'm more than just crushing on her. This is bad. Like bad. You heard what I said to the Coach. Twice. Twice! And then I saw her in the uniform and even though it was Greenburg's she still made it look, like, so sexy and— oh! Imagine if she was wearing mine."

"Okay, calm down." Scott said, smelling the overwhelming arousal that was practically rolling off Stiles in waves. He would've said too much information but knew that Stiles had dealt with him and Allison so fair was fair. "One thing at a time. How are you going to fix things?" He asked, trying to be the helpful best friend of once.

"Well I'm really hoping Jackson doesn't kill anyone at the end of the game." Stiles said.

"Why?"

"I have this idea..." Stiles said, explaining to his friend what he had in mind.

"Like in that movie!" Scott called out, "Ferris Bueller's Day Off!"

Stiles stared at his best friend like he had grown another head. He slightly moved his head left and right, wondering how Scott McCall had seen that movie. And not Star Wars. "What?" Scott asked.

"Okay have you seen that and not Star Wars?!" But he never got his answer because Isaac ran up to them, grinning bright at the events of the game.

"Lahey, did a vampire really threaten you?" Stiles asked, not even bothering to answer Issac's 'hey, how's it going?' small talk and getting straight to proving Scott wrong.

"Uh, yeah, at abuela Maria's funeral. Some guy in suit called Salvatore or something. Came up to me and Derek and it was weird, he saw my jacket and then flashed his fangs at me, the veins appearing around his eyes."

The human boy's eyes lit up, hearing that what his research had told him was actually real. "The vein thing is real?!" With awe, he wanted to know if compulsion was also real.

"Wait, hold on," Scott said. "Vampire's aren't real."

"Uh, yes they are." Both Isaac and Stiles said at the same time; Stiles with a deadpanning, semi-annoyed look and Isaac with a nervous, fearful tone.

Scott sighed, as if genuinely pained. "Look, can we just deal with one supernatural thing at a time?"

Stiles couldn't help but agree. "Yeah, I'm going to be seriously pissed if Jackson ruins my plans." As he said this, his eyes scanning for the stupid jock. He was seriously more annoyed at the whole kanima thing now that his entire planned would be ruined if Gerard decided that Jackson had to kill someone right now. Like, the fact that killing and death was bad, Stiles just wished that it could... wait. Like, you know, just until after the game. That's all he wanted.

"We everything seems okay so far. Jackson's... been normal." Isaac commented.

"We still need to keep an eye on him." Scott said. His eyes flickered over to Gerard who was sitting on the bleachers, smiling in that disturbing way he did. He noted person walking behind the old hunter, a drink in one hand and a box of nachos in the other. Suddenly, the boy had lost balance and both items in his hand went spilling all over the Principal.

Stiles, Scott and Isaac all immediately burst into laughter. They turned away, trying to look subtle and suppress their laughter silently, not wanting to piss off Gerard even more. Stiles, already knowing how that occurred began scouring for the latina. He frowned, not seeing her dancing with Danny or talking with Coach. He looked at his dad but didn't see her there with Melissa. Even Tomei was missing.

"Wait, guys, where's Violeta?" Stiles asked, grabbing the attention of the werewolves stood next to him.

"She's probably talking to D-Bo or something." Isaac said.

"No, even D-Bo's missing." Scott said, looking to see him no longer leaning on the bleachers

"Well maybe they're just doing something." Isaac tried to reassure when he smelt the panic rising in the human boy. "I mean, we are versing their rivals."

"Wait, she, uh she can't have left." Stiles said. "Where'd she go? Scott where'd she go? Can you smell her or something?" The panic began to rise and Stiles' mind was too preoccupied that he didn't even notice the marching band that had finally come out. Or even the school ground's keeper's tractor that D-Bo was driving as Violeta stood with a microphone in her hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you've been such a wonderful crowd, we'd like to play a little tune for you... it's one of my personal favourites."

Stiles immediately stopped and Scott and Isaac shared a look, smiling that yes, this was actually happening. Scott watched his friend's face, seeing the emotions run through his face as Violeta's voice sounded across the entire stadium.

"And I'd like to dedicate it to a young man who doesn't realise how incredible he really is..." Stiles finally turned around to see Violeta standing on a tractor D-Bo was driving closer to them. She pointed a finger directly at him. "Stiles Stilinski, this one's for you."

"Scott, tell me I'm dead. Tell me this isn't actually happening."

"It's happening buddy." Scott said, patting his friend on the shoulder with a warm smile.

"Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen... Thank you for all the joy and pain. Picture shows, second balcony... was the place we'd meet, second seat, go Dutch treat, you were sweet!" Stiles watched, in awe, unable to believe that it was Violeta who was serenading him with the song he'd been intending to serenade. He risked a quick glance away to see that Tomei wasn't there but he wasn't even able to feel angry that she let it slip. 

Why?

The girl of his dreams... serenading him at the championship lacrosse game... that he was playing...

"... Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen. Save those lies, darling don't explain."

Maybe Ms Morrell was right, that he had to keep going to through hell to get to the other side.

Stiles watched in awe as she did the exact same thing in the movie, touching D-Bo's jaw with a fist before standing up and sticking a finger up in the air, fake singing along to "I recall Central Park in fall... how you tore you dress, what a mess, my heart says... danke schoen!"

D-Bo had finally neared them and he drove in a small circle. He hadn't noticed that Scott and Isaac had backed away, leaving him standing alone as Violeta stood up in the tractor, singing along and pointing a clear finger at him. "Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen! Thank you for walks down Lover's Lane! I can see hearts carved on a tree, letters intertwined for all time, yours and mine, that was fine!"

"You're crazy!" Stiles called out to her, just like Cameron Fry had done to Ferris. She winked at him and jumped off the tractor, leaving D-Bo to grin and wiggle his eyebrows at Stiles before driving off. The younger boy watched as Violeta grabbed his hand.

And smiled bright as the song abruptly changed to the infamous Beatles' song. Stiles watched, unable to keep the awe off his face in seeing the marching come out behind Violeta's who stood in front of him. He knew, in that moment, seeing the kids dressed in uniform and playing the beat to the Twist and Shout come out from behind Vio's shoulders while she stood there, such joy on her face... well that was an image he would never forget.

"I can't believe you did this." Stiles said. "Or that they listened to you. I had to pay them like fifteen bucks each to do this. That's a lot of money!" Stiles looked down at her. "I was supposed to—"

"I know." She said, putting a hand over his mouth. "Tomei told me that you were doing." Violeta said, shrugging as if it were no big deal. Stiles pursed his lips, unable to believe she had let this slip. "And I felt that was really rude since we have established that I am Ferris Bueller." He mumbled something under her hand and she pulled it back.

He smiled, repeating what he had said. "Yeah, you really are."

So it goes that Stiles Stilinski finally pulled Violeta Rodriguez into his arms and kissed her. 

And despite his hyperactive imagination, it really was better than anything he could've dreamed.