What does he want with Derek? "No" Scott mouthed as he shook his head, deciding that no reason was a good enough one. Gerarde frowned, shaking his head slowly.
                          
"Well, if you don't bring me Derek by the end of the game, I will have Jackson kill someone" Gerarde threatened, Scott's blood running cold. "Maybe it will be your mother, or your human friend Stiles" Gerarde taunted, Scott tensed at the mention of his friend. "Maybe even that girl, Emma. You'd hate to have your friend torn to pieces, wouldn't you?" Gerarde asked, Scott's jaw clenching tightly shut. "It's up to you Scott. Choose wisely" Gerarde whispered, before disappearing back into the shadows leaving Scott in a cloud of confusion. 
                          
The crowd let out a large 'oww' as Stiles was knocked to the ground by one of the other team's players. Stiles slammed his hands against the ground, groaning in pain. He was in his first game, making a fool of himself. He let out a frustrated sigh, getting back to his feet when something in the bleachers caught his eye.
                          
Emma walked onto the bleachers, finding a seat next to Lydia. He found a smile growing over his face because she came to his game. Stiles looked down, watching in shock as the ball rolled to his feet. His eyes went wide in shock as the rest of the team looked for the ball. Emma sat up excited, clapping her hands together as her heart began to race. 
                          
Stiles scooped it up, looking around. He froze, his heart stammering loudly inside. "Go Stiles go!" Emma called, now jumping up in the bleachers. Stiles snapped out of it, running as the player caught on, casing after him. He ran until he stood in front of the net, the goalie watching him closely.
                          
His hands went shaky, his mind going blank. Now what? "Go Stiles! Shoot!" he heard Emma and his father cheer, his body reacting as he jerked forward, releasing the ball. 
                          
The crowd went silent as they listened to the ball hit the next, a large gasp escaping everyone. "You did it!" Emma's voice cut through the silence, the crowd joining as cheering broke out. Emma and Mr. Stilinski were beyond themselves with joy. Stiles looked up at them as team mates cheered, patting his helmet. But his eyes remained on her, his heart leaping as she smiled back. 
                          
Stiles jogged back to his position with a new found confidence, ready to play. Scott lacked such confidence, looking nervously at the clock. Time was running out.  Only two minutes till half time with the score tied. 
                          
Before they new it, the buzzer rang, signaling half time. The players ran to the huddle, Coach bringing them in close. "Stilinski, keep it up. Everyone else, SCORE!" Coach yelled, slapping Greenberg's helmet. He wasn't very good at compliments. 
                          
Scott watched in horror as Jackson looked across the huddle at Scott, his snake eyes showing. He gulped nervously, looking over his shoulder at Emma who, for the moment, looked happy. He felt that same pang of guilt that he had before, the guilt of taking away her normal life.
                          
The player ran back onto the field as the buzzer rang, the half beginning. The ball was thrown to Stiles who didn't hesitate to take it and run. He dodged every player as he ran up the field, the crowd on the edge of their seats. He reached the next, smiling before releasing the ball. Emma watched in amazement as the ball flew past the goal keeper, hitting the back of the net. Emma shouted in joy, adding to Stiles's joy. Mr. Stilinski looked over at Emma cheering for his son, deciding that things between them were going to work themselves out. 
                          
Beacon Hills high school, was now winning the game with 5 minutes left in the game. Scott was practically sweating through his gear as he watched the clock tick down. The other team scored another goal, the game tied. The clock ticked down to 3 minutes, Scott beginning to gnaw on his nails. 
                          
Isaac looked over at him from his place on the field, nodding . Isaac knew about Emma's vision, and he was trying to keep an eye on Jackson since Scott could no longer do that from his place on the bench. 
                          
The last two minutes of the game were now upon them, two players colliding, sending the ball to Stiles. Stiles looked down at the ball now in his net, and then looked at the goal. He began running, listening to Emma's cheers. He dodged a player, and another one. He jumped over one who dove for his feet. He reached the goal, the clock reaching the last five seconds. 
                          
He took a deep breath, hearing his blood rush in his ears. He threw the ball forward with a huff, watching it pass the goal keeper, hitting the net. Everyone jumped up in cheers, the away bleachers crumpling in defeat. Stiles had won the game. Everyone ran onto the field, cheering in celebration.
                          
Panic seized Scott as he had a sudden realization: this was Gerarde's perfect chance to kill someone. "Emma! Emma!" Scott called, hoping to find the one person who could help stop this. 
                          
Emma and Mr. Stilinski walked on the field together, a smile on Emma's face as she decided she wanted to be with Stiles. She would just have to work on her self control which is something she was willing to do because, they were mates after all. Emma looked around, her brows furrowing in confusion. 
                          
The crowd began to settle down as most of the team moved to the locker room, the crowds moving the celebration else where. Emma, Sheriff, Melissa, Lydia, Scott, Allison and Isaac stood on the field, looking around as they realized who they were missing.
                          
"Where the hell is my son?" Mr. Stilinski asked, looking around as panic began to set it. Scott's eyes met Emma's as they suddenly had a sick realization. Gerarde had Stiles. And he planned on killing him. "Where the hell is my son?!"