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Olly sighed as she parked her car in the parking lot of the school. She was nervous, not only for the game but for whatever was coming next.
"Are you nervous?" Her mother asked from the front seat and she nods, taking a deep breath.
"I actually might throw up," She stared forward trying to focus on her breathing.
"Hey, you have nothing to be worried about, you know your team-"
"Yeah but we're down a player."
"Who?" She turned to look at her mother who nodded in realization. "This isn't about the game, is it? You're afraid Isaac won't come back."
"Mom I really don't need you to psychoanalyze me right now," Olive says sternly and her mother sighs, pulling her into a hug over the center console. Olive's eyes widen and she hesitantly returns it.
"I love you, you're going to do amazing, and I'm proud of you, now let's go in because we're late."
Olive turns to her mom and nods, getting out of the car and slipping into the locker room, mostly unnoticed. Stiles, who is at the back of the group turns to see her, eyes widening when he sees her and eyes widening larger when he sees who she's with. He moves back to her, wrapping his arms around her tightly and she hugs him back instantly.
"I thought you were hurt or something-"
"No, I just had to disappear for a sec, but I wouldn't miss this for the world," She smiles at Stiles who sighs in relief, then turns to her mother.
"Is she?"
"Yep."
"Well can we?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
"Okay, gather around team, Brown! Thank God you're here, get up here," Coach beckons her over and she smiled softly, walking up to the front of the locker room and standing next to Coach, who pulls her into a side hug.
"Okay, now that the gangs all here- wait- where's Lahey?" He directs to Olive who sighs, freezing in her position looking around the locker room and not seeing Isaac. She closes her eyes for a second before looking back up to Coach and shaking her head. "Alright well, most of us are here, let's get this thing started."
"Oh boy," Olive sighs as Coach straightens up, beginning his speech.
"Good morning! In less than an hour, aircraft from here will be joining others from around the world... and you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind."
"Wait, what?" Olive's mother whispers to Stiles and he just shrugs.
"Mankind-- that word should have new meaning for all of us today." Coach continued.
"What the hell is he talking about?" Susan looks to Stiles who just sighs.
"He does this every year."
"Wait seriously?"
"Yeah..." He trails off and turns his attention back to Coach.
"We are fighting for our right to live!" Coach says dramatically and someone cheers from the team.
"Wait- is this?"
"The speech from Independence Day? Yes," Stiles turns to Susan again who nods, still confused.
"But, as the day the world declared in one voice--"
"It's Coach's favorite movie," Stiles said, an awkward smile on his face, and Olive's mom just nods.
"We will not go quietly into the night!" Olly nodded with furrowed eyebrows next to him, patting his shoulder.
"He doesn't know any sports speeches?" Her mother asks Stiles and he just shakes his head.
"I don't think he cares."
"Today, we celebrate our Independence Day!" The entire team cheers as Coach finishes his speech and Olive grins widely clapping toward him.
"Well spoken, Coach. I might have chosen something with a little more historical value, but there's no denying your passion," Gerard pushes past him to stand next to Olive, who looks up at him with a clenched jaw. "And, while I haven't been here long, there's no denying my pride in having a winning team for this school. I know you'll all be brilliant tonight, even with only one co-captain leading you. Now, I'm your principal, but I'm also a fan... So, don't think I'll be content to watch you merely beat this team. Get out there and murder them."
He directs the last part toward Olive who narrows her eyes, glaring at him. He just gives her a polite smile before turning and leaving. Olive snaps out of her anger-fueled trance and turns to the team, happy to be back.
"Alright, you heard the man! Asses on the field let's go!"
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"Hey, Brown, now that you're here," He taps her on the shoulder and she looks at him as he practically shoves a playbook in her face. "What do you think of putting Stilinski in here instead of Greenburg?"
"Stiles?" Her eyes widen and Coach nods.
"He is the only Stilinski on the team, right?" Coach seems genuinely confused for a second before shaking it off. "Go deliver the news."
Olive grins, getting up and moving to the other bench where Scott and Stiles are sitting. She bends down in between their heads and taps them on their shoulders causing them to jump, turning around.
"Stilinski, how would you like to play in the championship game?" Olive asked, brows furrowed and head tilted upward.
"I mean I would like to- but- wait-"
"You're in."
"I'm in? Me in? I'm playing, with the team?" Olive nods, grinning.
"I mean unless you'd rather play with yourself-"
"No, I already did that today," Olive's face scrunches up as she shakes her head.
"I did not need to know that, get on the fucking field," She waves him off, taking his place next to Scott on the bench.
"How do you feel about this?" He turns to her and she shrugs.
"My fingers are crossed," She says, staring out onto the field and Scott nods, both of them sharing equally worried expressions and watching the field.
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The whistle blows and the game starts, the two wolves watching on as it goes horribly. Suddenly they're caught off guard by a terrible screeching noise.
"Attention all werewolves," Gerard lowers a dog whistle from his lips and turns to see if they're listening. "Good, you can hear me, then listen closely, because this game is about to get interesting."
The two share a wide-eyed glance and then look back to Gerard who chuckles seeing their panic.
"Let's put a real clock on this game, Scott. I'll give you until the last thirty seconds. When that scoreboard clock begins counting down from thirty, if you haven't given me Derek, then Jackson is gonna kill someone. So, you tell me, Scott-- who's gonna die tonight?" Gerard pauses, scanning the crowd. "Should it be your mother, who so bravely came out to support you? Or the Sheriff, your best friend's father? Or how about the pretty little one next to you, what do they call you? Olly? I mean you're technically supposed to be dead already."
Olive shivered, suddenly hating her nickname. She turned to Scott who was shaking his head and she nodded, getting his signal not to do anything yet.
"It's up to you, Scott. But, you are going to help me take Derek down... because if you don't, I'll have Jackson rip someone's head off right in the middle of the field and drench everyone you love and care about in blood," Scott tensed up and Olive sighed looking around for any member of her pack.
Gerard stops talking to them and they focus on the game, Olive goes over to help Coach settle down. They're losing and they're losing badly. Stiles was trying but you could tell he was nervous. Olive sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as they lose yet another goal to someone falling on their ass. She stops in her tracks, however, when she catches a very familiar scent. Her head whips to the bench where she sat with Scott, seeing Isaac sitting next to him, dressed in full lacrosse gear. The biggest grin broke out on her face as she walked almost trance-like over to him.
"You came to help," Scott says as she approaches.
"I came to win," His eyes meet Olly's as she approaches, and her breath quickens and he sighs. "Couldn't stay away."
"As much as I love this little reunion, we need a plan," Scott says from between them, still sitting on the bench. They break their gaze and look down at him, nodding and sitting on either side of him.
"So what have you got so far?" Isaac asks and Scott shrugs.
"Right now, it's pretty much just keep Jackson from killing anyone," Scott nods and they exchange a look.
"Well, that might be easier if you're actually in the game. We have to make it so Coach has no choice but to play you, but how?" Olive sighs, looking over to the bench and then back at Scott and Isaac.
"Leave that to me, princess," Isaac winks at her and stands up, putting his helmet on and getting ready to go onto the field.
"Wait, Isaac," She stops him and he turns back to her, removing his helmet again. "Can you do it without hospitalizing any of my players?"
Isaac thinks for a minute and rolls his eyes. "I'll try. For you."
Olive grins, reaching up and kissing him on the cheek before sending him out onto the field. One by one Isaac flipped and threw his own teammates around, causing Coach to empty the bench.
"Lahey! What the hell are you doing?" Coach asks and Isaac just turns to him, shrugging dramatically and heading back onto the field. One more to go. All he had to get was one more-
All of a sudden Isaac gets tackled by none other than Jackson. Olive's eyes widen as she abandons her playbook on the bench and runs out onto the field.
"Are you okay? Is it broken?" She asks frantically and Isaac shakes his head, laughing lightly.
"No, no I'm good, I think Jackson nicked me though, I can feel it spreading," Isaac swallowed hard and Olive nodded, turning to Scott and then to Jackson whose claws were out.
"We gotta get you out of here, come on," She loops one of his arms around her shoulders and Scott is with them in an instant, doing the same with Isaac's other arm. They dragged him to the locker room, leaving him on the floor.
"I'll be right back, don't move," Olive said, and Isaac looked at her with an unimpressed grin. "Sorry, I couldn't resist."
Scott and Olly return to the field to see the clock reaching its end and that while they were gone, they'd jumped into the lead and won. People were holding Stiles up, chanting his name, and for a second they forgot about their problems, grinning at each other. Then she felt it. Something she's only ever felt once. She turned to Scott and her face was filled with panic.
"What? What is it?"
"Isaac."
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