Allison walked into the dimly lit corridor, her heart pounding as she searched for Scott. The jubilant cheers of the fans and the victorious team echoed faintly behind her, but the locker room ahead was eerily silent. She halted abruptly, spotting Scott's helmet abandoned on the floor. She stepped cautiously through the doorway to the locker room, her shoes crunching on broken glass, catching the glint of shattered mirrors above the sinks.

"Scott?" she called out, her voice barely escaping her throat. The room's oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily on her, evoking the unsettling sense of a horror movie setting.

Summoning her courage, she pressed on, the feeling of being watched prickling her skin.

She whirled around, but only darkness and rows of lockers greeted her.

"Scott," she tried again, her voice just a whisper. Anxiety tightened her chest, her stomach knotting with apprehension. She moved forward, convinced she heard something beyond the wall where the showers were.

Rounding the corner, she found Scott. Still clad in his uniform, he leaned against the wall, his back to her, panting heavily.

"Are you alright, Scott?" She grabbed his arm, turning him to face her. His eyes held a flicker of fear, but otherwise, he seemed fine. "You scared me. Are you okay?"

"Sorry. Just felt really light-headed for a sec," he mumbled, regaining his composure.

"Maybe it's the adrenaline," she suggested, a smile breaking her worried expression. "You were pretty amazing out there."

"Thanks. And sorry for acting completely weird today."

"It's okay. I can handle weird," she replied with a broad smile, reflecting on her nomadic life and her parents' unusual but legal business as arms dealers. Weird was her normal, and Scott's stress was just another facet of it.

"To be totally honest, you make me kind of nervous," Scott confessed, embarrassment coloring his voice.

"I do?"
"Kind of really nervous." They both laughed, the tension easing.

"I just want to make sure I get my second chance."

"You already have it," she said, her eyes locking with his. "I'm just waiting for you to take it." She smiled flirtatiously, stepping back slightly, her heart racing with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation.

Scott slowly stepped closer to her, his gaze unwavering as he drank in every detail of her face. The faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air, adding a touch of sweetness to the moment. As he leaned in, the sound of their breaths mingled together, creating a symphony of anticipation. Their lips met gently, like a delicate brushstroke on a canvas, before gradually deepening into a passionate embrace. The warmth of their connection enveloped them both, sending shivers of pleasure down their spines.

Just then, Stiles burst into the locker room, breathless. He froze mid-step, not wanting to interrupt, and quickly hid behind a locker, peeking out to see if what he witnessed was real.

"I need to get back to my dad," Allison said, breaking the kiss, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and happiness. She turned to leave, nodding at Stiles as she spotted him, then exited with a light step and a smile playing on her lips.

Scott stood there, a blissful smile on his face, lost in the moment. Stiles approached, silent but grinning, knowing words wouldn't penetrate Scott's cloud of happiness.

"I kissed her..."

"I saw."

"She kissed me..."

"I saw that too," Stiles said, trying to be patient with his love-struck friend. "It's pretty good, huh?"

"I don't know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad," Scott said, his voice filled with wonder, his eyes unfocused.

"Yeah, we should talk later then," Stiles suggested, patting Scott on the shoulder, ready to leave.

"What?" Scott asked, sensing something serious in Stiles' tone.

"The medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found," Stiles revealed. Scott gestured for him to continue. "It's simple. Medical examiner determines the killer of the girl to be animal or human. Derek is human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail."

"Are you kidding?" Scott couldn't believe it.

"No, and here's the bigger kicker. My dad ID'd the dead girl. Both halves. Her name was Laura Hale."

"Hale?" Scott's confusion was evident.

"Derek's sister," Stiles clarified, a slight smile of disbelief on his face at the bizarre coincidence.