"Think we can score again?"

"Well I just did so..." Stiles smirked, making Violeta roll her eyes but her smile grew. "Besides it doesn't really matter."

"Why?"

"Because I can do this."

Violeta smiled into the kiss she had be pulled into. Once again, she heard the entire crew shouting and cat-calling and yelling out things that made a few parents cover the ears of their children. Half-time was soon to be over but with the iconic Beatles' song making all the adults erupt in nostalgia and the undeniable slight Spanish edge that was a DJ Luis remix, all the young teenagers and high schoolers had turned to the people next to them and began dancing.

"I want to apologise." Stiles pulled back and began.

"It's okay," She reassured but he shook his head.

"No, no. Like, I, uh," He knew that his was ruining the moment slightly but he had to get it out. "I had— was hallucinating and saw my father confirm all my greatest fears." He said, coming to stand in front of her. He put his arms on her shoulders, steading her down. "I couldn't take my other greatest fear coming true." He took off his helmet and Violeta gave him a look, glancing around as people were getting back into position to start playing again after Isaac had been moved.

"I couldn't really bare if it turned out the most perfect girl said I was her soulmate and then told me she wished it wasn't me."

Violeta let out a shaky breath and instantly pulled back the elbow guards and showed Stiles the tattoo on her arm. By now, there was no sword hiding the letters. "Mieczyslaw Stilinski, I have the honour of the universe matching our souls together and I cannot tell you how glad I am that it is the dorky kid in my English class with a Batman pencil case."

"I'll have you know that's limited edition." Stiles said, pushing back a strand of hair off her face, unable to contain the giddy feeling inside himself that he got to do that. That one small action he'd dreamed of doing for so long.

"I know." She retorted. Stiles laughed and pulled her close, leaned and pressed his lips to hers.

"Uh, guys."

Violeta pulled back, looking over at the werewolf. Her hands were still around Stiles' neck and his were still firmly planted on her waist. However, whilst she had stopped, Stiles continued kissing the side of her face. "Stiles, uh, come on." She giggled, trying to push him away. The teenager groaned and opted to just wrap a tight arm around her. Her smile grew, hearing him mutter wolfsbane and shoving it up a particular place.

"Coach wants you two back." Isaac said, sounding a mix between smug that they had finally gotten together and hesitant from the fact that he had to break them up. He had caught Stiles' threat well and clear.

"I'm going to kill him." Stiles said. Violeta poked his nose and walked forward. She felt someone grab her hand and she looked back to see Stiles' smiling a small smile. She was pulled back into another kiss and then wrapped an arm around her shoulder, walking forward with her beside him.

"Okay now that you two lovebirds have had your teen high school movie musical number moment," Coach said as they approached, "can we focus on the game?" Violeta and Stiles shared a grin. Coach then sighed, knowing there would be no stopping them.

Even as the siren signalling the beginning of the second half, they were still staring at each other, grinning like the lovesick fools they were.

Violeta couldn't even pay any mind that Sun Hill had been getting more and more frustrated. Firstly, they had come to come to foreign turf to play. Which was fine because it would extremely satisfying to beat their rivals on their home-ground. However, their coach all but paled when he saw that Violeta Rodriguez was playing. Of course he couldn't say anything without seeming like a sexist pig and he just tried to make his team relax, telling them in a hushed voice in their huddles that it was funny that they had a girl, that with a girl they would definitely win.

Then it turned out their best player, Scott McCall, couldn't play. Suddenly, it seemed like a definite win — especially with that one Beacon Hills player who kept tackling his own players and, of course, number 24.

Then, Violeta Rodriguez had been subbed back onto the field and apparently with that, the boy had drank something because he scored a shot.

And another.

And another.

Then when it was tied, halftime was called and apparently Beacon Hills High was a school from some teen drama. The Beavers, as with most of the audience from Sun Hill, couldn't believe their eyes when Violeta Rodriguez serenaded Number 24, AKA some white dweeb called Stiles Stilinski.

They knew the pair had something going on since the three scores that had happened were due to Rodriguez and Stilinski working together. The entirety of half-time, when they weren't going what the fuck about the theatrics, was their coach going through ways to cut them off from each other.

Alas, the Beavers set up one of the plays to stop Stilinski from having a clear shot of Violeta. It looked like it was going to work when the Beaver's player who had been on defence was tackled by number 14. Lahey.

Violeta threw the ball to Stiles and rushed over to help up the werewolf. She helped him up and thanked him. Lahey nodded and ran off to keep working on his plan to get Scott back in the game. She was surprised, seeing how loyal Isaac was to Scott. It made her smile, glad to see that he was slowly working his way back to his normal, kinder, pre-werewolf self.

Isaac's plan was actually working well for Beacon Hills. For example, taking down the sub-ins who somehow didn't understand Coach's explicit instructions of "TO RODRIGUEZ AND STILINSKI!" that he had been screaming since Violeta was put on the field in the first half. Thus, Isaac helped Violeta and Stiles to work without anyone sub-in wanted a shot of spotlight interfering.

The werewolf was onto the last reserve when Jackson appeared and Isaac fell limp onto the ground. Scott rushed to his side and Stiles had been too busy celebrating to notice. Violeta glanced at Gerard and saw the satisfied smirk on his face. A stretcher was then brought out and Isaac was carried away. Violeta huffed and stared at Gerard. The Principal was walking and she moved her hand so that the Earth beneath him shifted and some grass piled up.

She snorted, feeling much better when she saw the old man trip and fall face first onto the ground in front of everyone.

"I saw that."

"Were you watching me?" She asked, smirking at the boy who was running beside her. Her eyes then caught something over Stiles' shoulder and saw Antonio staring at the back of Stiles' head.

"Hey, uh, do me a favour?" She asked, "Straight after the game is over... go straight to your dad and don't leave his side."

"Wait, what? Is everything okay?" Stiles turned to see what she was staring at.

Since half-time, he could feel Violeta. It was something he knew was due to their soul-mate bond and he had done enough research to expect this. Once they both 'accepted' it and each other, once they were finally together, they'd be more in tune to the other. He knew there was always a reason it felt like she could read his mind. And now, he could feel that there was something causing her to be scared.

He saw a Sun Hill Beaver stood, staring at the two of them. When Stiles met his eyes, he slapped his chest and stalked off. Stiles' stomach dropped, knowing what that meant. He read the back of the Beaver's jersey, Sebastian.

"Antonio Sebastian." Violeta explained, "So far, all I know is that he's angry at me for not helping him with the case."

"Bernie Mac?" Stiles asked. She shook her head and Stiles let out a breath. It was enough that Sebastian was angry at her for acting her role and helping him out of jail like Stiles knew she had done with countless others, using her rank in the community over the police. That was enough. So if this guy knew it was her who had put him there, well it would make him angrier. And a lot of other people.

"He's safe." Violeta said. "But this is a preemptive being with me means you're going to have a target on your back sort of Twilight conversation."

Stiles let out a laugh. "Ohhhh." He dragged it out, understanding why she had been scared. This was some random human guy and it was Violeta. "I've dealt with werewolves and kanimas and psychotic teenagers."

"Stiles," Violeta said, "the fact that he deferred to the rivals should make you terrified enough." She stopped and put a hand to his arm. "I brought in the entire crew because they're here. I don't think the game's going to finish on a pleasant note."

"Is that why you... at half time?" Violeta gave him a sad look and nodded. The teenager still had his helmet on but Violeta was yet to actually find one. She probably should have since there were numerous times where she had to throw up an invisible shield of a blatant attack to her face from a Beaver.

But it didn't matter now because she could pull Stiles' head down and press a kiss to his helmet.

"Your dad."

"Okay."

-

"I want to thank you for... being here. Today."

"It's okay."

"... Does— Does, it uh, it ever get easier?"

"Not really... but you, uh, time helps you learn to deal with life with-ah, without them."

Violeta had stood, the room where the wake was being held. Stiles had been beside her until he recently excused himself. The elderly Sicilian couple had engaged her in a conversation that was exasperatingly long and they couldn't see that she, Violeta, wanted to be left alone. Especially since Stiles was no longer by her side, she felt her patience waning.

She had then realised where he must've gone and she had to excuse herself also from the pair. She immediately felt the guilt of not realising the impacts asking Stiles to be with her the entire funeral, to stand by her side in a cemetery, might have on him. He had never really spoken to her about his mother.

Perhaps that is why she had given it to him in that moment; she felt that she owed him for giving up an entire day for her. However, standing beside him, both dressed in black as they stared that the tombstone engraved CLAUDIA STILINSKI, she knew that regardless of the reasons, she Violeta knew it had to be then.

"I, uh, I have something for you." She had brought forth her right arm, knowing it could only be worn on the arm that had his name written into her skin. She took off the black and brown bracelet she had braided the night they were attacked by the kanima in Carlos' shop. She removed it then held it out for him.

"Did you make this?" Stiles had asked, taking it from her. She had nodded, not lying. It didn't feel right for something like this. In fact, she actually told him the entire truth.

"Take it as a sign. I'll always be there for you when you need me. To keep the promises I made you in Carlos' garage." Stiles had thanked her and being right-handed, moved to put it on his left. "You, uh, you have to wear it on your right." She said. "Do you mind?" He shook his head and Violeta took the bracelet and wrapped it around his right wrist and did the usual knots to keep it secure.

"Oh, she fucking gave you one didn't she?"

Present day, Stiles felt the blood spurt out of him as Antonio Sebastian had inspected the bracelet on his right hand. Two guys held him, on either side, while Antonio delivered punch after punch.

The second half of the game had finished with a clear for Beacon Hills. Him and Violeta had scored enough points to put them in the lead by ten points. Even though there was the imminent threat of Jackson and Gerard, the lurking Beaver player whom she had warned him off, he still felt immense joy when the siren rang and they won.

"WE WON! WE WON! WE WON!"

He especially couldn't have given a damn about anything when Violeta ran to him. He threw off his helmet and easily caught her. She wrapped her legs around him, kissing him hard. Stiles felt his heart swell, unable to believe that he was actually living this moment. The rest of the team began joining were jumping around and cheering and high-fiving eachother. A few of Violeta's crew came on the field and joined in. Suddenly there had been a mob on the field, celebrating the Beacon Hills win.

This, however, had been the tipping point for the Beavers. One player made a homophobic about Danny and, surprisingly, it had been overheard by Rico who pushed the player back, asking him to repeat what he'd said. Then another Beaver had come and pushed Rico. This caused one of Violeta and Stiles' teammates to push the new Beaver.

A brawl soon ensured after that. Then, in true Beacon Hills fashion, matters were made worse. A loud scream erupted and everyone saw the Beacon Hills player laying on the ground, far away from the brawl and bloodied.

It was Jackson.

The fight then dispersed and there was chaos as people ran off in all directions. A few gun-shots also went off, making people instinctively duck. Names were called out and Stiles heard his. He felt her wrap her arms around him.

"I'm okay, I'm okay." He immediately said. He saw the panic on her face. He could barely make sense of the things she told him, vaguely hearing her say that that he needed to find his dad and something about Jackson. Then, she fell out his grasp and ran to the body that had been left there. Stiles called out for his dad but couldn't find him. When a few more gun-shot sounded, Stiles decided to just go to his Jeep and call his dad in the safety of his car.

When he made it to the carpark, he was grabbed.

"Oh you're definitely hers. Look at this stitch work, definitely the mark." Stiles felt the blood drip from his mouth when Antonio leaned down, keeping his face level to Stiles as he pointed to the bracelet Violeta had given him at her funeral. He went to pull it and a buzz was heard. Antonio immediately stood up from the wet ground of the empty alleyway Stiles had been brought to. A few colourful Spanish swears sounded as Antontio looked at his hand. He came up and backhanded Stiles.

"The fuck did you do?" Antonio asked, leaning down and grabbing the back of Stiles' head. "Answer me! The fuck was that?!" The teenager only blinked, seeing double.

"That was the protection that only occurs after two mates have accepted each other." Stiles tilted his head, seeing a tall dark form approach. He groaned when he realised just who it was.

Gerard Argent held him by the collar and raised his fist to deliver a punch, then another.

"Ay amigo, you said I could have the white kid." Antonio said, coming to stop Gerard from punching Stiles. Gerard then delivered a punch to Sebastian, making the boy fall to the ground.

"Don't forget who got you out, boy." Gerard said. "I put you in that team and you told you to win. You failed. Twice." The older man spat at the ground where Sebastian lay on the ground. He turned to the boys who held Stiles. They weren't wearing uniform like Sebastian and he assumed they were from Sun Hill and were the rivals Violeta had told him about.

"Get him in the car." Gerard said. Stiles felt his heart beat accelerate when they began moving him. He started to splutter out words when the thug on his left swore and Stiles felt himself drop as they let him go. He heard a click and suddenly a gun was pointed at Gerard.

"No, can do motherfucker." They said.

"Terry," the other Sun Hill member who had been holding Stiles snapped at his friend, "the fuck you doing?"

"Fucking blowing my cover." Terry bit out. He pulled Stiles up and pushed him behind him. Terry held his gun at Gerard and Stiles could see that it was shaking.

Gerard's eyebrows shot up, pleasantly surprised. He shrugged and didn't seem phased at having a gun pointed at him. Instead, he pulled one out himself from the inside of his jacket and immediately fired at Terry. A strangled scream escaped Stiles and both Sebastian and the other guy began shouting at Gerard. This prompted Gerard to shoot the other guy and turn his gun to Sebastian who was crawling backwards, trying to get away from Gerard. The latter only grinned manically, stalking forwards with his gun.

Then two things happened simultaneously:

1. Gerard fired his gun at Sebastian's head.

2. Violeta ran and jumped in front of Sebastian, bringing up a hand to block the bullet with a blue shield she made appear.

Like Stiles said — Wonder Woman.

Stiles watched as she kicked the gun out his Gerard's hands and spun and delivered a swift to punch to his face. Stiles knew she had used her powers because Gerard went flying.

The other hunters pulled out their guns and held them up. Violeta stood up and rolled her shoulders. She stood in front of Sebastian and flipped her wrists, displaying a blue tinge that sparkled between her fingers. The one with a shot gun cocked it and she rolled her eyes. "You really that stupid?" She asked.

"Violeta Rodriguez," Gerard spoke, standing back up, "It's a honour."

"I wish I could say the same, but you're a dick."

Stiles really shouldn't have, but he still laughed.

As Violeta had arrived on the scene, Stiles noted the doors of the black vans behind Gerard open. Especially in his injured state, it was hard to make out the black cars from the shadows of the night.

"You cannot expect to take on all of us. You are not your aunt." Gerard said, making the teenage boy frown at the comment. He thought of Tomei and how and why Gerard would know her. The focus of attention, however, left the conversation of the two power players and was on the sounds coming from the several cars that had arrived on the scene.

"No, I'm not." Violeta said. Then to emphasise just who she was, D-Bo, Rico, UG, Luis and several other cars arrived on the scene. People began pouring out from the mix of Utes and Cadillacs that arrived. Many came to stand in front of Stiles, protecting him from the scene in front. But this meant he lost sight of Violeta and that made him freak out more than the fact that he hadn't stopped spitting out blood nor that there were potentially two dead bodies so close to him.

Two guys came around and put their arms around Stiles, pulling him. "Terry's been shot." Stiles said, raising a ginger hand to point at the body on the ground. One of the guys holding Stiles whistled and a few more guys went to pick up Terry and even the other guy.

"Wait, no, Violeta." Stiles called when he realised they were taking him to a car.

"Boss' orders." They said. "We have to get you to your place."

"No, no. Vio—" Stiles felt his eyes closing. He looked down to his bracelet and saw the same blue tinge that had been pulsing from Vio's palms spinning in a thread around his bracelet. He fell unconscious, his last thought knowing that it was Violeta who had done so.