I'm trying to give Lyrica and Coach a stronger relationship and I'm living for it so far.

(3rd P.O.V.)

30 minutes later the bell rings and the students all file out of the class, some half asleep from taking naps, and others wide awake and excited from getting to mess around with friends. The next three classes pass by smoothly, each one similar to the first, and before anyone knows it, it's time for lunch.

Lyrica goes out into the hallway, watching as students move around and rush towards the cafeteria, when a familiar smell causes her heart to drop. Her eyes dart around, determined to find the source, when they lock on two boys from her first period. One is Stiles Stilinski, the one who had asked about her "tattoo", and the other is Scott McCall, she remembered from attendance. Stiles is spastically talking about something, and Scott looks like he's barely paying attention to his friend.

With a sigh, Lyrica turns and ventures back into her room, pulling out her phone to text her husband.

There's a werewolf in the school. He's freshly turned judging by the scent. She quickly types and hits send before typing again. Laura wouldn't just turn a kid.

Not unless it was life or death. Derek replies. I've got a scent I've been tracking for about an hour. Hopefully I can find her and we can figure this out.

Be safe. There's hunters in the area. I've got an Argent in one of my classes.

Shit. I will.

"The party has arrived!"

Lyrica looks up and chuckles at the sight of the lacrosse coach entering her room, arms full of food from the cafeteria.

"Did you leave anything for the kids?" She asks as he dumps his haul onto a desk.

"Not important." Coach waves his hand. "But what is important... they had chocolate pudding left."

"Oh my gosh." Lyrica laughs, taking the small container and spoon offered to her. "I thought pudding was something they almost never did?"

"It is." He nods, picking up his own pudding and sitting at the desk with his haul. "They only ever break it out on special occasions and like once a year. I guess the first day of school was it this year."

Lyrica takes a bite of her sweet, eyes widening at the taste while Coach laughs at her face.

"Holy shit this is good."

"Told ya." He smirks. "I've tried and tried to get the recipe out of those lunch ladies, but they refuse to give it up. Their own special concoction."

Lyrica's grin falters as a sudden wave of sadness rushes over her. She sets her pudding down and her hand reaches for the mark on the base of her neck, knowing that's where the feeling was coming from.

"Cramp?" Coach asks, noticing her sudden change in attitude.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I get them all the time." Lyrica plasters her smile back on, rubbing her neck as if she were trying to relax the muscles.

"Here."

Lyrica easily catches the banana flying at her face, leaving the man with a wide eyed look.

"Shit, sorry, Lyrica. I guess my aim is rusty."

"It's fine." Lyrica chuckles and passes the fruit back, opening her own lunch box. "I've got my own. Thanks, though."

"Just looking out for ya."

The two teachers fall into a comfortable silence, eating their lunches, when there's a sudden commotion in the hall outside the room.

"There's no point in running, Lahey!" A voice calls and Lyrica jumps to her feet as footsteps rush closer to the room.

"What the-"

Coach is cut off by Isaac Lahey running into the room, looking terrified. Coach jumps to his feet too, he and Lyrica moving towards the teen.

"Isaac, what's-"

It's Lyrica that's cut off this time as Isaac practically dives behind the two teachers and three other boys run into the room, freezing at the sight of their target standing behind the two adults.

"Are you serious?!" Coach suddenly shouts.

"Any of you want to explain what you were doing with Mr. Lahey here?" Lyrica crosses her arms, looking over the trio. She recognizes two of them, having had them in her classes already. Henry Greenberg and Matt Daehler.

"We were just messing around." The unknown boy chuckles. "Right, Lahey?"

"Shut it, Whittemore." Coach snaps and all three boys shrink back. "All three of you know better than to bully someone, especially someone on your lacrosse team."

"And here I was thinking I could get through the first day without any write-ups." Lyrica sighs.

"I've already written 5, so allow me." Coach's grin is a little too sadistic for Lyrica's liking, but she doesn't say anything, knowing everyone has a crazy side. So, as the man pulls his write-up forms out of his pocket and begins filling them out, Lyrica turns to the teen behind her.

"You alright, Isaac?" She asks, her voice seeming to startle him.

"Ye-Yeah, thank you. And I'm sorry I interrupted." He mutters.

"Don't apologize." Lyrica smiles before realizing something. "Isaac, why weren't you in the cafeteria eating lunch?"

"Oh, I, uh, I forgot my lunch at home and I was in the library when they showed up."

Lyrica's ears pick up on the change in the boy's heart rate, indicating his lies, and she smiles.

"How about you stay in here with me and Coach for the rest of the lunch period?"

"Oh no, I don't want to intrude-"

"Shut up and sit down, Lahey." Coach chuckles, having sent the other three boys back to the cafeteria with detention slips.

Isaac quickly and fearfully does so, and Lyrica easily picks up on the reasoning behind his mannerisms.

"We've gotta work on your manners, Coach." Lyrica says, going to sit back down at her desk.

"I have manners." He scoffs, taking about half of the food on his desk and dropping it on the desk in front of Isaac. "See? I even gave him my extra thing of pudding."

"Y-You didn't-"

"Isaac, when's the last time you ate?" Lyrica leans forward, resting her elbows on her desk, watching as the teen goes quiet and stares down at the floor. "Exactly. You don't have to eat everything on that desk. Just get something in your stomach."

The teachers easily resume their conversation, neither of them saying anything to the teen as he reaches for the small container of pudding, and neither of them mention when the bell rings, how not a crumb was left after Isaac ate.

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"How could this have happened?" Lyrica asks her husband, tear stains covering her cheeks as the couple looks down upon the body of their sister. Or, rather, the partial body.

"I can't think of anything other than hunters." Derek responds, hand moving up and down on Lyrica's arm, offering as much comfort as he could.

"Then how did the kid get turned?"

"Maybe she bit him before she died." Derek swallows the lump in his throat, having already cried his eyes out hours prior.

"Let's do this." Lyrica sighs, stepping away from her husband and grabbing the shovels leaning up against the side of the burnt-down house. She passes one to him, and they both pull off their leather jackets before starting, the metal shovels piercing the cold dirt.

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"What was that sound?" Lyrica asks, looking up from the rope and flowers in her gloved hands.

"What sound?" Derek asks, looking around from his spot above the 6-foot hole, having been filling it in while his wife worked.

"Listen."

The two look out into the woods, using their enhanced hearing to search, ignoring the sounds of water running, leaves blowing, and birds singing.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called lycanthropy."

"Are those your idiot students?" Derek sighs. "The one bit and the best friend?"

"Unfortunately." Lyrica sighs as well, setting her items down and carefully removing her gloves, careful not to touch the outside. "Let's go deal with them. It'd be a little awkward to explain what's happening here."

Both Hales pull their jackets back on before trekking away, following the sounds of the two teens. When they finally see them, a few hundred yards away from the house, Scott is on the ground shuffling through leaves while Stiles stands beside him. The Stilinski boy turns and sees the couple behind them, jumping in surprise before smacking Scott.

"What are you doing here?" Derek asks, tone stern and blatantly annoyed as he and Lyrica move closer.

"This is private property, Boys." Lyrica says, placing a hand on Derek's arm to remind him to keep his cool.

"Uh, sorry Mrs. Hale, we didn't know." Stiles quickly apologizes.

"Yeah, we were just looking for something, but..." Scott trails off and Derek gives him a harsh look to continue. "Uh, forget it."

Derek soundlessly throws something to him, the teen surprising himself as he catches it, looking down to see the inhaler he lost. The couple turns and starts walking off, Derek wrapping his arm around Lyrica's waist.

"Mrs. Hale!" Stiles suddenly calls and the couple stops, both turning to face the boys. He gestures for her to come closer, eyes darting between her and Derek.

Derek gives her a confused look and she shrugs before walking back over, stopping in front of the teens.

"What can I do for you, Stiles?"

"You-You remember my name already?" He frowns.

"I have a good memory." She shrugs with a smile. "What's up?"

"That guy with you. How do you know him? Cuz he's a bit dark and creepy and from what we've seen of you so far you're the exact opposite of that and I just wanted to make sure he wasn't-"

"Stiles." Lyrica cuts him off with an amused grin. "He's my husband, Derek Hale. He grew up here in Beacon Hills." Stiles' jaw drops in surprise and Lyrica chuckles. "Thank you for checking in, though. I'll see you both in class tomorrow."

She gives them both one last smile before going back to her husband.

"Did your student really just ask if you were safe with me?" Derek chuckles, intertwining their fingers.

"It was cute. He was just making sure I'm safe." Lyrica grins.

"I'm not that scary."

"To random teenagers, you look like a murderer."

"I suppose that's not a terrible thing."

"Exactly." Lyrica softly smiles. "Now let's go finish sending Laura home."