Disclaimer: "I do not own Teen Wolf. The show, the characters, and any quotes from the show belong to Jeff Davis and his amazing team of writers. I only own Nixie, and anything I make her do or say."

I'm back guys! Okay, a few things before we get into Teen Wolf Season 2. First of all, thank you to everyone who reads these stories. And thank you to those who have encouraged me to continue writing more.

Second, I feel I should warn you. And based on the word count that I've been seeing as I've been typing up this series... this season is probably going to be the longest I've written yet out of all the ones I've done so far. And considering Season 2 is my least favorite, I was personally surprised by that. (I obviously love all of teen wolf, but if I had to pick a least favorite season... Season 2 would be it).

Thirdly, and I think this is the last warning I have for now... as you can tell by the dates, this is November. Meaning Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Years are all coming upon us very soon. So, just as a heads up for you guys, after I've finished posting for Season 2, I probably won't even get around to working on putting Nixie into Season 3, until at least after the holiday season. So yeah, just to throw that out there for you guys.

As always, I'm sorry for the interruption. Just trying to keep you guys informed. Be sure to let me know what you think of Nixie in Teen Wolf Season 2. Enjoy!


Chapter 1: Episode 2x1

Scott grins as he rolls into the bedroom window as easily as if he'd been doing it all his life, rather than just the last few weeks or so. Walking up to Alison, he asks, "How much time do we have?" Alison grins back and says, "They'll be gone an hour."

But they both pause their make-out session when Nixie says from near the closet, "Okay, stop. Guys, we've been through this. The kissing I can handle. But when you start to undress Scott, I need to be out of the room already. Geez. Give me a minute at least. He just got here."

Nixie grins at both of them though, and then hugs Scott when he dashes over to see her. Sighing against her, he says, "Thanks for keeping a lookout." "Yeah, well, just remember that tomorrow I am unavailable. I'm on Lydia duty then." "Got it."

She steps out of the room at that, opting for going to the bathroom for a minute before taking up a position in the hall so she can keep watch.

And yes… maybe taking up a post like a sentry in the hall was a bit over the top for her guard duty… but she was still very pissed at Chris. Not enough to stop calling him Chris again. She knows that he was just making a point… very firmly… in his own way.

But still… holding a gun to Scott at point-blank range? Throwing him down on the hood of the car? Making Alison sob because she had to promise to never see Scott again? It was all too much for Nixie's liking. So she was taking her position as lookout even more seriously.

She was sitting there near the railing in the hall, far enough away so she couldn't hear into Alison's room, but close enough to warn them without alerting whoever was coming that she was in on their secret rendezvous. That's when she heard the front door open, and bolted to her feet and knocked on the door twice before counting to five and walking in.

The first time she'd done that, Scott had just barely managed to pull his boxers and jeans back on. Thank God. Nixie had seen him in boxers before, but anything less than that would be way too much for her eyes to see.

Now that they were accustomed to the system Nixie had, Scott was decent enough to not have Nixie worried when she came into the room. He was still scrambling for the rest of his clothes, but she knew he'd be fine.

He was out the window and hiding on the roof a full five seconds before Alison's mom came in.

Whenever Nixie was there and Chris came to check on them, there was less interrogation and suspicion. Chris, even though he knew Scott was 'her boy', felt that there wasn't a way Scott could be 'seeing' his daughter while Nixie was also in the room.

Victoria, however, if possible, grew even more suspicious. Smart woman. She never objected to Nixie's presence. Not after the way Chris had explained that Nixie went about trying to protect Alison from Peter that night. But Victoria put more stock into the whole 'Scott was Nixie's boy' idea than Chris did.

Again… smart woman.

Nixie doesn't speak though as Victoria surveys the room. Alison, looks up at her from the book she was reading, and then says, "If you don't trust me enough to have a lock on the door, the least you could do is knock."

Tilting her head, Victoria asks, "Did I interrupt something?" Alison pauses a second, and then says smoothly, "Just my studying. My life, my happiness. Will to live." Nixie raises an eyebrow at her and asks, "All that from the lack of a lock on the door? Damn. I'm in serious trouble then. I'm pretty sure my lock is broken."

Alison grins at her a little, some of her tension easing. Victoria then says, "I picked up your dress for the funeral tomorrow." Alison nods and says, "You can just put it on my desk." But at Victoria's suspicious look, Nixie hops up off the bed and says, "Come on Alison. Even I know dresses that come in fancy bags to keep them clean need to be hung up… like immediately. And I think I own maybe two dresses total. Well… not counting the ones that Lydia keeps at her house for me to wear whenever she thinks she can convince me."

She takes the dress from Victoria and moves to the closet. And she knows Victoria is still behind her, watching closely, so Nixie makes a show of shoving several of Alison's already hanging clothes aside, proving that no one is hiding in the closet.

After closing the doors again, she turns back to Alison, who asks her mom, "Can I go back to studying now? Or would you like to do a full body cavity search?" Victoria simply moves over to the window, shoving her head outside while Alison calls to her.

As the window is slammed shut afterwards, Victoria turns back to the room and asks, "What exactly are you studying for that is so urgent?" And that… Alison doesn't know. But Nixie does. So she looks up and says, "History. World War II era. Which I suppose is fascinating to some, but has been putting me to sleep for the past hour."

Rubbing at her eyes tiredly, she then snaps to attention again and says, "Oh, and I just remembered, I'm supposed to take notes to Lydia. Alison… you think you got this good enough without me?" Alison nods with a smile and says, "Yeah. If I don't get an A, it's on me, not you." "I reserve the right to blame myself anyway." "Of course you do."

Smiling, Nixie turns to Victoria and says, "Thanks for letting me hang out here again." And Victoria finally smiles a little, which is honestly the most Nixie has come to expect to get out of the woman, and then says, "You're welcome anytime Nixie."

Because even if Victoria was suspicious of Nixie helping Scott and Alison out, she did mean that. Nixie was, literally to a fault, the most loyal individual they'd come across in a long time. And Nixie had chosen their daughter to be friends with. So seriously… who would say no to that?


At the hospital, when Nixie walks into the room, Lydia is this close to wringing her dad's neck. Or you know… coming close to it. She's annoyed as hell; let's put it that way.

Coming up beside her as Lydia says, "Maybe if I was four, and still taking bubble baths," Nixie smirks and adds, "With pink rubber duckies to boot."

Lydia spins to see her and is in her arms a second later.

Ever since the accident had happened, Lydia had felt slightly off kilter. Which, you know, being bitten by a werewolf tends to do to a person. And while Lydia might not remember much else about that night, or what exactly Peter had done to her… Lydia did remember one thing.

She remembered Nixie finding her. She remembered Nixie trying to wake her up, and promising to warm her up and to fix her and to keep her safe.

When Lydia had woken up for the first time after the accident, after two nights of complete unconsciousness, Natalie had been in the room and panicked. Because Lydia screamed in terror, curled into a ball, and refused outright to be touched by anyone, or to even speak to anyone. Not even Stiles, who Lydia obviously knew would never hurt her, could come anywhere near her.

Stiles was the one who suggested calling Nixie, and though Lydia's father didn't see what good it could possibly do, Natalie told Stiles to go ahead and do it.

The change was instantaneous. As soon as Nixie came into the room, at a sprint from having run down the halls to get here as fast as possible, Lydia's head lifted up and her arms slumped and dropped from around her legs. Fresh tears started falling down her cheeks, and at that point, it probably wouldn't have mattered if Lydia had wanted Nixie to come closer or not. Nixie closed the distance as fast as possible, and held Lydia in her arms as tightly as she could without hurting her.

When Lydia finally had spoken, she simply asked Nixie, "Is it over? Are we safe?" "We're safe Lydia. You're safe. Everything is going to be okay. I promise." And even though the question of what Lydia was supposed to be was still in the air, Nixie didn't doubt her statement. Lydia would be fine, or Nixie would beat the ever-living crap out of what was trying to hurt her.

And to this moment even, Nixie was still the only one that Lydia felt she could completely relax around. She couldn't explain it really. Nixie had always felt like a safe haven… a source of relief and comfort amidst the world that she tried so hard to blend into. But it was more so now. It was magnified in a way Lydia couldn't understand. All she knew was that she felt very different, and she felt like so many things were going to change around her soon.

And Nixie still felt like Nixie.

Hugging Lydia back, Nixie asks, "How are you feeling?" "I really want to get out of here." "And I want you out of here too. What do the doctor's say?" "They still want another day of observation." "Of course they do."

Leaning back, Lydia smiles when Nixie rolls her eyes and says, "Well, if you're not opposed, we can shimmy out the window. Stiles can get us out of here and to my place before they even know what happened?"

Laughing a little, Lydia then rolls her own eyes and glances at her dad before saying, "She's not serious. Relax." But Lydia laughs again when Nixie says, "Good cover. Soon as he's gone we'll break for it."

Nixie smiles at her friend, and then says, "I brought the notes, and the work you've missed. And I will also be here tomorrow, at your disposal, should you need my amazing expertise while trying to catch up. And if you don't need it… well, I'm not that bad too look at, so I'll be here for that."

When Lydia does stop laughing, she hugs Nixie again before heading into the shower to clean up. Stepping back into the hall, Nixie nudges the sleeping Stiles, who had just informed one of the nurses emptying a trash can, "You're dirty." Scrambling awake, Stiles asks, "What happened? Did she turn into something? Is Scott in trouble? Did Derek finally call you?"

Nixie rolls her eyes while grinning and says, "No to everything. Nothing's happened. Nothing new anyway. Lydia's taking a shower, and then maybe we can go inside and play a game of chess before she gets to work on the school stuff she's missed." "Oh. Great!"

Taking the seat next to him, Nixie sighs before looking him over and asking, "You really haven't left at all this whole time, have you?" "Nope." Chuckling at him, Nixie pulls out a clean shirt from her bag and says, "At least change into this." "Got it. Thanks." "No problem."

Of course, as she's closing her eyes for a moment, not even a full minute really… Stiles somehow manages to not only break the vending machine around the corner, but to pull it off the wall and onto its face, shattering the glass as it lands. Hurriedly rounding the corner, Nixie hisses at him, "What the hell?" "It wouldn't give me my snack!" "So the solution is to rip it off the wall and destroy all the snacks?!"

They stare at each other for a moment, and then Nixie grabs him and says, "Come on. Before someone comes and finds out it's you." "It's a vending machine. They can fix it." "And do you really want to find out if they can force you to contribute to that replacement?" He pauses and then says, "No." "Then stop it with the snacks. You know vending machines hate you. That's why I buy the snacks." "You were resting." "I shut my eyes, I was not resting. I'll sleep when I'm dead, and not before."

Stiles grins at her and says, "You certainly try." "I succeed most of the time too."

They both finally laugh, and though Melissa gives them both a look when she comes by later, having passed the vending machine on her way, no one else seems the wiser that it must've been one of them.

And that's when the scream comes from Lydia's room. And not even like a normal, surprised, you just saw a mouse run across the floor, type of scream.

Nixie can only think of one way to describe it. It's a scream of death. Like you know it's coming, and you're terrified of it.

While it takes Stiles a moment to get back on his feet, Nixie is already at the door, barging her way in, with Melissa, Lydia's dad, and Stiles not far behind. And not seeing Lydia in the main room, she hurries to the bathroom to try and find her. But Lydia isn't there either. The shower's still running… but there's no Lydia.

Stiles catches her arm, and when Nixie looks at him, she follows his gaze to the open window.

"Son of a bitch. I really hadn't been serious!"


When Noah arrives and talks to Melissa, he glances over to where Nixie is standing by the windows in the hall. She's leaning against them, staring out them, her eyes scanning every inch of the dark surroundings outside. She didn't care if she wasn't supposed to be able to see anything at this point in the day. Lydia was missing. She wasn't about to stop looking for her friend. Not even while Melissa had asked her to remain here so she could talk to Noah if they needed her to first.

Noah then asks, "Any other descriptors?" That's when Stiles emerges and says, "She's five-three, green eyes, fair-skinned, and her hair is actually strawberry blonde." "Is that right?"

"Yes."

All eyes turn to Nixie for a second when she answers Noah's question for Stiles. Then Noah grabs Stiles and pulls him over to where Nixie is standing. "What the hell are you still doing here?" Stiles blinks and says, "Um… providing moral support?" "To whom?"

And in answer to that one, Stiles glances over at Nixie, who has removed herself from staring out the window and is now pacing back and forth in front of them. Noah sighs and says, "Look, why don't both of you provide your asses back home? Nixie, you look like you haven't slept in a week."

When she doesn't respond to his comment, he says, "Hey!" Nixie jerks to look up at him, and then says, "Sorry. What?" "Go home. Rest. We'll find her."

He walks away at that, but Stiles turns back to Nixie and says, "So… you and I are on the same page right? We're not going home." "Hell will freeze over first." "Good to know. What's the plan?" "Call Scott."

Stiles tilts his head, and asks, "Why…" "I'm going to get the gown she was wearing. You get Scott and have him meet us here. He can track her if I can find her shirt. Tell him to hurry."

Sneaking back into the room isn't actually a problem. Noah has Lydia's dad and Melissa a little further down the hall, still asking questions. In the bathroom, Nixie finds the gown Lydia had been wearing before her shower, balls it up and prepares to walk out the door.

Well, sneaking in hadn't been hard. Sneaking out would be. Natalie and her ex-husband were now arguing about Lydia's safety, and Noah was trying to calm them down so he could get more information. So there wouldn't be any going out that way again.

But… well, if Lydia had managed to climb her way out of a window… Nixie sure as hell could. So she slipped through there and dropped to the ground outside, sprinting around to the other side of the hospital where Stiles' jeep was.

Scott was already there. Thank God. Tossing the gown to Stiles, she says, "Let me in the back." Scott scrambles out so she can climb in, and then takes the gown from Stiles and asks Nixie, "This is the one she was just wearing?" "Yeah."

Nodding, he looks back at her and says, "I'm not going to let anyone hurt her. Not again." Nixie nods and says, "You and me both." Stiles sighs and says, "Alright, just shove the thing in your face and let's find her."

But as Stiles cranks the jeep, he jumps in surprise when the headlights come on and Alison is shown standing right in front of them. "Wow!" Nixie, in spite of herself, chuckles and says, "Maybe she should wear a bell." "Maybe you all should. Why does everyone have to sneak up on me?" "Because it's easy?"

Glancing back at her, he says, "Sarcasm not appreciated." "Yeah, yeah. Love you too."

Alison faces the window on Scott's side and Scott asks, "What are you doing? Someone will see us." "I don't care. She is my best friend too, and we need to find her before they do." Scott nods and says, "I can find her before the cops can." Alison gives him a look and asks, "How about before my father does?"

Stiles jerks towards her and asks, "He knows?" "Yeah. I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs." Scott huffs in aggravation and says, "Search party." Alison shakes her head and says, "It's more like a hunting party."

Scott huffs again, but then leans forward with a grunt as Nixie shoves the seat up so Alison can climb in behind him. "Get in. Now."

Alison hurriedly climbs in, and then Nixie says, "Stiles, drive. Scott, sniff. We need to find her."

Taking off down the road, Stiles then asks, "Alright, but if she's turning, would they actually kill her?" Alison runs a frustrated hand through her hair and says, "I don't know, they won't tell me anything. All they keep saying is, 'We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here'." Stiles glances at her and asks, "What others?" "I don't know! They won't tell me that either."

Stiles sighs and says, "Okay, your family has got some serious communication issues to work on." Nixie leans forward and says, "Right now, not the point. Scott! Are we going the right way?"

With his head stuck out the window, sniffing around very much like an actual dog, Scott then says, "Take the next right!"

Alison and Nixie both slam into the side of the jeep as Stiles cuts it hard. "Sorry guys!"

Alison, having landing on Nixie, leans back and glances down at her stomach worriedly. Nixie just shakes her head and says, "I'm fine. Focus on Lydia."

With Alison's help in the stitching and bandaging department, Nixie's wound had been healing incredibly well. There would always be a scar. That was unavoidable. But she didn't bleed every time she took a shower now, and though it was still tender, it didn't hurt every time it was touched anymore.

Still hurt like a bitch when Alison ended up thrown into her… but Nixie would live.

They drive and drive until Scott starts directing them down dirt roads, and then they can't take the jeep anymore. Scott still in the lead, they walk for about another two miles, when Nixie pauses and then sighs and says, "You've got to be kidding me."

The other three turn back to look at her, and Nixie rolls her eyes and says, "Look up at where we're headed."

To this point, the others had been looking down, or in the direct area around them, guided mostly by Scott sniffing in front of them. Now they all look up the hill to see that they're heading straight for Derek's old crumbling house. Stiles runs both hands through his hair for a moment in frustration, and then turns to Scott and asks, "She came here? You're sure?"

Scott stares at it forebodingly too, and then says, "This is where the scent leads."

Sighing, Nixie nods and then says, "Right… we'll we should probably get on up there. And be on the lookout for a large branch on the way." Scott raises an eyebrow at her, to which she explains, "If he has done anything to Lydia since she went missing, I'm going to hit him. Repeatedly. Hopefully into unconsciousness, though that part is still up for debate at this point."

As they start heading up the hill, Stiles sighs and asks, "Okay… so she came here apparently. But has Lydia ever been here before?" Alison shakes her head and says, "Not with me." Nixie shakes her head too, and then adds, "It definitely wouldn't be considered her scene."

Then Alison says, "Unless she came here on instinct? Like she was looking for Derek?" Nixie turns to look at her, and then to Scott when he adds, "You mean looking for an alpha." Alison nods and says, "Wolves need a pack right?"

Scott shakes his head defiantly and says, "Not all of them." Because Scott was a werewolf, and he didn't have a pack. At the very least, he could choose that much.

And to ease a bit of the worry she can see on his face, Nixie says, "Hey, now that's just rude. I, myself, think I'm more than qualified to be considered pack material." Scott grins at her and says, "I don't doubt that. But you aren't a wolf." "Minor detail. And who says I have to be a wolf to be in the pack? Who made that a rule? Where's the rule book? I demand to see it."

Scott grins again, and then they look to Alison who says, "Okay, point taken on the whole not needing an alpha thing. But if Lydia is a new werewolf, would she have been drawn to an alpha? I mean… is it an instinct to be part of a pack?"

Begrudgingly, Scott admits, "Yeah, we're stronger in packs." Alison nods and says, "Like strength in numbers." Scott sighs and says, "No. No, we're… we're literally stronger, faster, better in every way." Nixie holds up her hands, gesturing to herself, and says, "Which is exactly what I make you. See? Perfect pack material."

Alison grins at her too now, and then Nixie turns to Scott and asks, "But, for the sake of seriousness, let me ask. Does that apply to the alpha too?" Scott nods and says, "Yeah, it'll make Derek stronger too."

Stiles then calls from behind them, "Whoa. Hey, look at this." Nixie sees the trip wire from where she's standing with Scott. Alison moves to join Stiles to see if she can tell if it might be her dad's handiwork.

Back to Scott, Nixie asks, "How you feeling?" "Fine. It's not a full moon right now." "I know that. But in general, you feel in control?" "Yeah. Yeah, I feel great." "Good. Still got Lydia's scent?" "Yeah." "We still in the right place?" "For now. We should probably head up there soon to see where else it leads." "Right. So…"

Scott jumps in surprise and scrambles to try and catch her when Nixie's foot is suddenly jerked out from under her. Except Nixie doesn't actually fall down. Instead she ends up dangling a good three feet off the ground, upside down.

Huffing in aggravation, she says, "Stiles!" "Yeah Nix, I… Whoa!" Sighing, Nixie says, "Next time you see a trip wire… maybe don't trip it!" "Right. Noted. Shit, sorry. Um… how… let me… how are we gonna…"

Nixie sighs as they all come to try and see how they're going to get her down, and Scott is about to pull out his claws to cut through the wire around her ankle. That's when Nixie hears the rustling of the leaves further in the forest, beyond what is her friends moving around her.

"Wait, wait… stop!" They all freeze, and as the sound persists, she glances up at Scott and asks, "You hear that?" He nods and says, "Someone's coming. We need to hurry and…" "No… no time! Get out of here and hide!" "But Nix..."

Rolling her eyes at him, she says, "If it's Chris, and it probably is, he can't see you and Alison working together like this! Go and hide! Now!"

They scramble away at her command, and Nixie huffs and tries to pull herself up her leg a bit to see if she can get herself down. And maybe if she had more time, she could have. But the footsteps get louder and closer, so she finally just flops back into her upside down position with an exhausted huff and waits.

Chris comes into view a moment later, two other guys behind him. One of them is one from the night of the winter formal. She's fairly certain she broke his arm. She's not sure… she wasn't paying attention to their faces at the time.

Chris sighs as he bends to her level and says, "Nixie?" "Chris. What's up? Aside from me, obviously." He sighs again and asks, "How are you?" "Up obviously. You know… just hanging out. Upside down. Probably about to lose consciousness from the blood all traveling to my head."

She can tell he wants to grin at her, but he stops himself and still asks in a serious tone, "What are you doing out here?" "Looking for my friend, obviously." "Ah, that's right. Lydia's in your group again, isn't she? Part of your clique? Is that the word you use?" "Well, I certainly don't use it. I'm very against cliques and all parts of high school drama. Well, except for the parts I get dragged into unwillingly, but I can't very well help those."

Chris nods, and then says, "Well, maybe there's a better word for it. How about… she's a part of Scott's pack?"

He was usually so good at balancing what the line was… the line that shouldn't be crossed before he'd gone too far in Nixie's eyes.

Not today. The shift in her mood was instantaneous, from the loss of her grin to the hardening of her piercing blue eyes. And somehow, amidst hanging there rather helplessly, she purposefully leans closer into his face and says, "Tread carefully Chris. You are very close to sounding like you're trying to threaten one of the people I care about. And I'd hate for you to go back to being Mr. Argent."

They stare at each other for a moment longer, and then Chris softens his gaze and says, "My apologies. Here… let me…" "Leave me be. Just go back to your teenager hunt."

Chris sighs again. Now, not only was he out here, trying to hunt and locate one of Alison's friends that might very well be another werewolf… but he'd also managed to piss Nixie off again. And he'd just gotten to a point where he felt he didn't have to tread quite so carefully.

But she just crosses her arms and says, "Beat it. I can get myself down just fine."

And in spite of the fact that he isn't sure she can… Chris is honestly more afraid of pissing her off by cutting her down than by leaving her here as she's asked. So he turns and leaves with his other men, back into the woods to continue the hunt.

Sighing in relief once he's gone, she reaches up as soon as Scott is back at her side. He holds a hand under her back and then reaches up with his other hand to slice the wire with his claws. Then he uses some of his strength to ensure she doesn't fall on the ground, but rather rolls back onto her feet so she's standing again.

Nixie takes a breath and then nods and says, "Yep, I'm good. Now… I believe before we were so rudely interrupted, we were heading towards Derek's ominous and foreboding looking house. Shall we?"

As she starts walking up the hill, she glances back at the other three who are still just standing behind her. Raising an eyebrow, she says, "Hey. Are you coming or not?" Scott finally just chuckles and says, "Are you sure you're alright? You were hanging there a while." "I'm fine. Annoyed, but fine. Now come on. We've got to find my best friend so I can impress upon her just how terrible of an idea this was in the first place. Because seriously… seriously!... I was just kidding about breaking out of the hospital. Total joke."

But as they head up the hill to the house, Nixie laughs when Stiles says, "Whatever. We know if you ever end up in there you won't make it twenty-four hours without trying to make a break for it." "What can I say? I do hate needles."


At school the next day, Nixie is waiting by the sign out front for Scott and Stiles to show up. She's been her for thirty minutes already, and is none too happy about it either.

When it started edging past midnight the other night, it became apparent to Stiles and the others at least, that they weren't going to find Lydia tonight. And with school coming the next day and hunters still out in the woods… well, it was just figured that it'd be better to call it a night. And since even Stiles had conceded that they needed to get home and in bed, that was saying something.

Nixie, however, after being dropped off at her apartment of a home, grabbed her bike and took off back into the woods. And she curses for the umpteenth time that her motorcycle isn't yet up to riding on a permanent basis yet. Sure, she had most of the parts to fix it, and yes, she was certain that if given enough time, she could fix it herself. But between keeping watch for Alison and Scott, helping Lydia keep up with her work, making sure Stiles wasn't freaking out about what Lydia might possibly be, and then everyday life on top of that… she just hadn't had time.

Of course, she could ask Derek… but he was a big bad alpha now. So no. Hell no.

Anyways, bottom line, she rode her bike through the woods all night, and still couldn't find Lydia. So now she was here, without Lydia, without sleep, and all the more frustrated for it.

That being said, she still raised an eyebrow when her boys appeared and she heard Scott ask, "She ate the liver?" Stiles huffs and says, "No, I didn't say Lydia ate it. I just said it was missing. And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body."

Nixie can't help grinning at that, and as she falls into step on Stiles' other side, she says, "So, at the very least, if she did eat it, we know she's not starving. Also, why are we talking about Lydia eating a liver?"

Stiles explains to her about his dad investigating the grave robbery this morning that the Lahey's reported. Nixie nods and says, "Noted. We can put grave robbing on her resume as well." Stiles, in spite of everything, grins at that, and then they both look at Scott when he says, "For the record, I never ate anyone's liver."

And Nixie laughs when Stiles says, "Yeah, right, cause when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self-control." Stiles throws an arm around her shoulders and says, "See. Nixie agrees with me."

When she's calmed down, she smiles gently at Scott and says, "You're doing great Scott. Excellent actually. So bravo." He smiles back at her, and then Nixie straightens up as an idea hits and she says, "Actually wait. That's a thought, isn't it?" Stiles raises an eyebrow and asks, "What is?" "Scott."

They both look at her now, and she says, "He's a new werewolf. The first one we know who got bit and turned and then needed to learn control. He's our test case… has been from the beginning." Stiles beams and then says, "So we should be going over what happened to Scott." "Exactly."

Scott looks between both of them and asks, "What do you mean?" Stiles says, "I mean, like, what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know?" Nixie nods and asks, "What were you drawn to?"

Looking a bit sheepish now, Scott admits, "Alison." Nixie laughs lightly at that, though she runs a hand through her hair wearily. Stiles just gives Scott a look of annoyance and says, "Okay, nothing else? Seriously?" Scott shrugs and says, "Nothing else mattered."

And now Nixie smiles gently again. Patting Scott on the shoulder, she says, "I do love how both my boys are so dedicated to the girls they're set on. It's a glorious thing, it really is." Scott smiles back at her, and then says to Stiles still annoyed face, "But that's good though, right? Cause the night that Lydia was bit, she was with you." Stiles turns to Nixie and says, "And Nixie. But she was looking for Jackson."

Nixie rolls her eyes and says, "Which still annoys me to no end."

They all turn as Jackson pulls into the parking lot, sliding out of his car with his shades on, like the whole world literally revolves around him. Narrowing her eyes at him, she asks, "You guys gonna ask him about it?" Stiles nods with a sigh and says, "We have to, much as I hate to admit it. If there's even a chance he might've seen her, or she might go to him… we need to check." Nixie nods, and then says, "Great. I'll be outside the locker room then. If he doesn't answer you guys… Scott, throw him out into the hall so I can have a chat with him."

Scott blinks and asks, "Why?" "Because you might be the werewolf… but Jackson is still only scared shitless by me."

And as she watches him toss a dollar to the homeless guy by the dumpster and then call security on him, she sighs and says, "You guys get to practice. I'll see you in chemistry."

Walking down to the guy at the dumpster, she pulls out a ten, the last one she has, and says, "There's a McDonald's up the street a ways. I know it's not much, but at least…"

The man hugs her, and then quickly steps back and says, "Thanks!"

Sighing, Nixie says, "Well, at least there's no need for security now."

She turns to begin walking inside, when a voice appears beside her saying, "That was pretty awesome." Turning to glance up, she sees Isaac, dressed in his lacrosse gear, now walking beside her. Smiling, she says, "Hey Isaac."

At his surprised expression, she asks, "What?" "You know my name?" "We have chemistry, English, and study hall together. And unlike the majority of guys at this school, you aren't a complete jackass. So yes, I know your name."

He smiles at her, and as they continue keeping pace, he asks, "Where are you heading anyway?" "Right now. Same place you are." "The boys' locker room? But…" "I'm staying outside Lahey, don't freak out." He chuckles and says, "Alright. Are you waiting on Scott or Stiles? I can maybe send them out if you want." "Thanks, but neither actually. And if the person I'm waiting for gets sent out… he'll be more thrown out so I can beat the crap out of him anyway. You shouldn't get mixed into that."

Silence for a moment, and then Isaac says, "Jackson, right." "Very good guess." "Not much of a guess. Everyone in school knows you don't hate anybody as much as you hate Jackson." "Hmm, I should maybe go about trying to hide it better than." Nixie grins though when Isaac says, "Please, don't worry about it on my account. You giving him a black eye for the winter formal has been the highlight of my year so far." Laughing, she says, "I'm glad it made someone other than myself happy."

He leaves her at the door, and she waits there for either a report from the boys, or for Jackson to be tossed out so she can question him herself.

When the whole of the team starts filing out, she narrows her eyes at Jackson when he walks past. He smartly keeps to the other side of the hall. And as Isaac walks past her as well, he grins at her before continuing on up the hall.

Then Scott and Stiles join her, and Stiles sighs and says, "He doesn't know anything. If Lydia is trying to come after him or find him, she hasn't been very apparent about it yet." Nixie nods, and then says, "Maybe we should rule that out then. Scott said being with Alison was the only thing that mattered. If Jackson were the only thing that mattered to Lydia, she would've found a way to get at him by now." Scott nods and says, "Agreed. Although… that leaves some other more unpleasant options up in the air to work with." "Like what?"

Stiles sighs again and says, "Jackson made the comment that when he and Lydia were together, we should've seen the marks she left with just her nails. And as much as I may not have wanted that information… it does present the other question of what she's going to do now that she has actual claws."

Sighing, Nixie tilts her head as the warning bell rings, and then says, "Alright, look, we'll talk more about this later. Right now we have chemistry, and a pop quiz. Let's go."

In class, Scott and Stiles take empty seats that are one in front of the other. Nixie is about to sit nearer the back, when she spots Isaac at a desk on the other side across from Stiles. He smiles when she takes the empty seat next to him and says, "Hey." Nixie smiles back and says, "Hey yourself. Ready for this pop quiz?"

He lets out a worried breath and says, "I really hope so." "Don't stress Lahey. You'll be fine."

When she looks to his face and sees him still overly stressed about this, she puts a hand on his shoulder and says, "Hey, if it means all that much to you, you can glance over at my sheet a few times to check your answers."

Isaac snaps his head away from the board to look at her, and then he glances around as though afraid someone heard her. Back to her, he says, "You mean that?" "Sure. Just don't be obvious about it. Don't look over every five seconds. Mr. Harris doesn't glance up at us often, but if he does catch you looking more than just once, you'll be in trouble."

Isaac nods, and then says, "Thanks. And I mean… I might not need it. I just… I'm…" "You have severe anxiety over tests?" Isaac nods and mutters, "Something like that." Nixie looks at him and narrows her eyes in thought. Then she asks, "Or is your dad more concerned about it?"

Isaac's entire body freezes for a moment, until Nixie rubs a hand up and down his back and says, "Relax. Just… if you get stuck, go ahead and check. Because I'm acing this thing." He grins and asks, "That a fact?" "Yes. Including the ten extra bonus points." "Nice." "I know right!"

He finally laughs at her, and then they both go silent as Mr. Harris passes out the test.

Before it's even really started, Nixie can hear Stiles trying to talk to Scott about Lydia. Not a good move. Mr. Harris looks at him and says, "This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."

And then, to Nixie's frustration, Stiles asks, "Can you do that?" Mr. Harris looks at him again and says, "Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violent…"

If he'd been about to say more, he doesn't get to finish it. The sound of Nixie's chair scraping backwards on the floor calls everyone's attention to her. Isaac glances towards her too, and though it's not directed at him, he feels a chill go up his spine from the piercing glare she's giving Mr. Harris.

Harris, for his part, smartly shuts up about wanting to hurt Stiles. Turning his eyes down so he's no longer looking at her, he does add, "I'll see you at three for detention Stilinski." And Nixie can hear Danny start laughing behind her when Harris quickly tacks on, for the benefit of not pissing off Nixie further, "Just for today. I can't actually give you detention for all of high school. That was… I mean… it was just…"

Nixie narrows her eyes at him when he looks to her again, and then Mr. Harris goes silent except for saying, "Begin your quizzes."

Sliding back up to the desk, Nixie turns her heard to Isaac, who is still staring at her. Then she winks at him, and he grins before they both look down at their tests and begin to fill in the answers.

Jackson dashes out of the room eventually, looking frightened by something. But Nixie can't really worry about him right now. She's got enough on her plate without thinking about adding Jackson to the pile. And seriously… she can't stand him. Why would she add him to the pile? He's not even dating Lydia anymore, so that's that.

Isaac does check the answers on her test, comparing them to his. Just twice though, and only near the end, where the actual tricky questions were.

When the bell finally rings, freeing them from the prison that is Mr. Harris' class, Isaac reaches over, a bit hesitantly at first, but then puts a hand on her shoulder. Squeezing gently, he says, "Thanks." "No problem. Like I said, you are an exception to the majority of the male population here. Feel free to ask for copies of my notes too, if you think it would help." "That… would be great actually!" "Awesome. I'll get you some by the end of the day." "The end of the day? But how…"

She grins at his stunned expression, and then whispers, "I'm going to tell you a secret. Very few people know this. Pay attention." He leans in to hear.

Then Isaac leans back in the chair laughing when she says, "I have the magical power to copy notes at lightning speeds and scare the crap out of assholes with a single glance. I'm like superman… except I'm real and more awesome." She grins at him while he laughs, and then says, "I don't know why you're laughing. It's all very true." "I have no doubt."

Patting him on the shoulder, Nixie says, "I'll see you later Isaac." "Yeah."


It's finally the end of a seriously long day when Nixie meets Alison at her locker. That pretty but ominous black dress has been hanging in there all day, like the pretty popular girl who you invited to the party, but you were really hoping wouldn't show up anyway.

Sighing as Alison pulls it out, Nixie says, "Hand it here." "Why?" Raising an eyebrow, Nixie says, "You already have to wear the damn thing for over an hour today at the funeral. This dress is already a sad and dismal dress, ruined for all other occasions. You shouldn't have to tote it around any longer than you have to. So give it here."

Alison smiles gently and hands it over. Then Nixie sees Alison read the note that Scott left for her, bringing a smile to Alison's face. Nixie glances back down the hall, where Scott just disappeared around the corner. Smiling herself, and knowing that he'll hear her, Nixie whispers, "Good job Scott. Timing couldn't have been better."

Then she turns back towards Alison, looking past her when the kid a couple of lockers down comments, "Nice dress." Alison glances down to the camera he's currently holding, and then says, "Nice camera." And it is a nice camera. Not just some digital thing you buy on the spot from best buy because you need a quick camera. The thing has a bag with it that comes with four other different lens caps, and the front end of it looks a mile long.

Okay, not a mile. But you get the idea. AKA, a freaking expensive camera. So yeah… nice is a word for it.

Nixie would've commented on it too, in her own sarcastic way. But she heard it the same time Alison did. The girls across the hall who are 'whispering' about Alison's aunt Kate.

Now, let's get this straight. Nixie never liked Kate. Nixie hated Kate… almost directly from the start. That being said, Kate had been Alison's aunt. And during the time in which Alison had been oblivious, Kate had been that fun and awesome aunt that every girl wishes they could have. Sure, in the end, Kate revealed herself to be a psychotic, murdering, deranged lunatic with an affinity for fire… but to Alison, for longer than she can remember, Kate had been someone she'd loved.

So even though Nixie agrees with one of the girls, who comments that Kate was a bitch, Nixie still seethes with anger where she's standing next to Alison.

Marching over to them, ignoring the new guy with the camera, she moves until both of them stop talking.

Her infamous stare was apparently legendary. Which, she supposes shouldn't surprise her, but it does. People went out of their way to avoid it if possible now. Sure, sometimes people forgot, but most also knew when to stop and back off, so Nixie didn't actually get to the point of needing to glare at them.

She glares at these two anyway, and then says, "I suggest you go and 'whisper' in another hall, before you end up with the rest of your books inside your locker."

Both take off, and then Nixie turns around, shuts Alison's locker for her, and then gently takes her elbow and says, "Walk. Now."

Alison doesn't just walk. She starts marching, power walking, and Nixie would guess that she would've broken into a sprint… if not for Scott reaching out of an empty classroom to grab her arm and pull her inside. Nixie steps in behind her and shuts the door, keeping a watch out the small window of the door while Scott and Alison talk.

A few tears finally falling, Alison asks, "How did you know?" Scott says gently, "I could hear your heartbeat. What is it?" Alison lifts her head, her eyes weary already, as she says, "I can't… I can't do this. I can't go to the funeral. Everyone is going to be watching me, and there are going to be cameras there, and I can't…" "Yes, you can. Alison, you'll be fine. Everything's going to be okay."

Alison takes in a shuddering breath, and Scott continues, "We're going to find Lydia, and it's all gonna be good. Just think about it… No Peter. No psycho werewolf killings. Your dad and me…"

Alison rolls her eyes at that one, but Nixie smiles approvingly when Scott says, "Well, that's a work in progress." Alison manages a small laugh at that, and as Nixie turns to glance at them, Scott catches her eye and then glances quickly to Alison, as though asking if this is right, if he's actually helping.

Nixie nods to him approvingly, and then turns back to the window as Alison says, "I can't go and be like this." Scott reaches up gently, brushing away her tear with his thumb, and he asks softly, "Aren't you supposed to cry at funerals?" Alison looks up at him and asks, "For her?"

And Nixie smiles again when Scott says, "It doesn't matter. You know, you could be… crying for you, you know? You lost someone. Maybe Kate wasn't totally who you thought she was, but you still lost her." Alison nods shakily, and Scott repeats gently, "You'll be fine. And I'll make sure."

Nodding to himself, he says, "I'll be there." Lifting her head again, Alison asks, "What?" "I'll figure it out. Okay, I'm… I'll be there. Not right next to you. But I'll be there."

When silence reigns for a few moments after that, Nixie can feel how unsure Alison is about how that situation might turn out. If Chris sees him… or Victoria… or anyone else that might be coming… well, it won't be good. So Nixie adds in after Scott, "I'll help him."

"What?" Nixie turns to see Alison now looking at her. Shrugging, Nixie leaves the window to come and stand with them and says, "Since Lydia still isn't back yet, that makes me the brilliant one in the group. Which means my involvement in this plan makes it full-proof." Gesturing to Scott, Nixie says, "So he'll be there, and he won't be seen by anyone that might try to kill him. We'll work it out. And I'll be there too."

She ponders that for a moment, and then both Scott and Alison grin at her when she says, "Maybe not as directly near you as I know Scott will be. You probably won't be able to see me at all. But I'll be there, so you'll feel my presence somehow. I'm sure of it. I have a very powerful presence, as you know." Alison nods, and then hugs her while still sniffling and trying to pull back her tears. Scott kisses her forehead, and then opens the door gently and says, "You first Alison."

As soon as she's out the door, Scott leans back against one side of the doorframe and asks, "So… how are we going to do that?" "I have a couple of ideas. None of which are exactly great… but they'll work." "And if I get caught?" "Worse case scenario right now is that Noah might catch you. And as long as I'm there in some capacity… I think I can still work it so you get to stay."

Nodding to herself, Nixie sighs and says, "Come on. Let's see if I can actually pull that off while also making my presence felt." "What about Stiles?" "I already intimidated Harris so he no longer threatens to give out detentions for the entirety of high school. My abilities of frightening my superiors only stretches so far though. Stiles will just have to meet up with us when he can. It's not like I can break him out of detention."

As they leave the room, Scott watches as Nixie tilts her head in thought. And quickly, so fast that it makes Nixie want to fall down laughing, he says, "Don't actually try to break him out of detention! I need you to help me get to the funeral!" "Ah Scott. You're taking the fun out of it."


It's as Gerard is looking at the camera that Matt was using that Nixie joins Scott behind one of the grave markers. This one in particular is large with the depiction of an angel standing on it. Sighing as she slumps down behind it with him, she asks, "Been seen yet?" "No." "Good. You picked a nice one." "You told me pick the biggest one." "And you listened to me. Therefore, you did a good job. A-plus and all that."

Scott grins at her, and then turns back when Gerard chuckles and says, "This looks pretty expensive." Matt nods and says, "Yeah, nine-hundred bucks." Gerard holds it open for him to show him that it's empty, and then says, "Even an expensive camera is useless without a memory card in it."

Matt gapes at it, and then as Gerard tosses it back to him, he starts patting down his pockets and checking his bag and camera again for the memory card he knows he'd put in it.

Chris wouldn't have thought any more of it, nor would the rest of them, if other camera people hadn't gone about checking their cameras and realizing their memory chips were gone as well. One man swore to high heaven that he'd had at least three with him and now they were all gone.

And as Gerard steps closer to Chris, both silently wondering what the hell happened, they both hear Alison mutter in relief, "Nixie."

Yep. As promised, she'd made her presence felt. And as Scott turns to her with wide eyes, silently asking if she'd really managed that, she pulls a zip-lock bag from her jacket pocket, with dozens upon dozens of little memory cards stashed inside.

Shoving it back in, she shrugs at his flabbergasted expression, and then says, "They can buy new ones." "What if you'd been caught?" "I had a plan for that." "And it was?" "Run really fast in the other direction of them." Scott rolls his eyes and says, "You're just as bad as Stiles."

"Whose as bad as me? Hi, by the way." Scott glances at Stiles, finally out of detention and now crouched down with the rest of them. Nixie shows him her bag of memory cards, and he gives her a silent high-five before looking over the stone with Scott to see Gerard and the few men he brought with him.

Stiles squints and asks, "Who the hell is that?"

And the elder man, as if on cue, looks over in their direction. Scott and Stiles scramble down. Nixie rolls her eyes and says, "If you guys get seen and then get all of us kicked out of here, I'm going to slap you both in the head." Stiles gives her a look, but then they turn back to the funeral ceremony.

Nixie notes that Scott waves at Alison. So at the very least, she's seen him once and knows he did actually make it there. Sighing in relief at that, she then looks to Stiles when he says, "You know, maybe they're just here for the funeral. I mean, what if they're the non-hunting side of the family? There could be non-hunting Argents. That's possible right?"

Rolling her eyes again, Nixie says, "Sure Stiles. About as possible as Santa Claus coming down the freaking chimney." Stiles looks to her again, and then says, "Sarcasm at a funeral. Really?" "Always."

Then they both look at Scott when he says, "I know what they are." Glancing back at both of them, he adds, "They're reinforcements."

Nixie nods, going along with that hunch much easier than the one Stiles was hoping for. Then she adds, "For the record, simply because I feel it should be said, I don't like whoever the old guy is." Scott looks at her and says, "His name is Gerard. He's Alison's grandpa. And why not?" Nixie shrugs and says, "Bad feeling. I don't like him. I don't trust him. Everyone make a note." Stiles nods and says, "Done."

And that's when both boys are snatched up by the back of their collars. Noah then reaches down a hand for Nixie and says, "Don't make me." She takes his hand willingly and lets him help her off the ground. Then he looks at all of them and says, "The three of you. Unbelievable. Stiles, pick up my tie. And all of you, come…"

Scott is about to panic honestly. He'd promised Alison he'd be there. Now Noah was dragging him away. But Nixie quickly cuts Noah off and says, "Let Scott stay. Please. He'll stay quiet and hidden." "Nixie! You know I can't…" "He promised Alison."

Noah blinks at her, and Nixie says, "Please Noah. She feels terrible enough as it is. Scott promising her that he'd somehow be here is the only thing making her feel anything other than miserable right now. Please. Just Scott. Stiles and I will come with you, no arguments. Please!"

He stares at her for all of a second more, and then sighs wearily and turns to Scott. "If anyone sees you, hears you, or somehow finds out you were here… you're sleeping in the back of the cop cruiser tonight." Scott nods eagerly, and when Noah looks at Nixie, expecting her to argue with that punishment, she holds up her hands peacefully and says, "I said no arguments. I meant it. Let's go."

But as they're heading off, Chris begins walking towards them and says, "Sheriff."

He pauses, shoving Stiles in the direction of the cop car already. He doesn't push Nixie in that direction. Somehow, he already expects that she's the reason Chris is coming towards them. Meeting him halfway, keeping Scott out of Chris' sight for now, Noah asks, "Mr. Argent. How can I help you?"

Sure enough, Chris glances at Nixie, and then says, "She can stay." Noah nods, and then gestures for Nixie to comes closer. Walking up to them, Nixie tucks her hands into the pockets of her jacket and says, "I'm… not exactly dressed for a funeral. I wouldn't want to disrespect the ceremony, not really. But… if it doesn't bother you…"

Chris gently takes her elbow and says, "Please. You'll make Alison feel a little better." Nodding, Nixie leaves Noah's side and follows Chris to the chairs.

Taking the seat quietly next to Alison, she lets Alison wrap her arms through hers, and then she rests her head on Nixie's shoulder. Sighing in relief, Alison asks, "How'd you do it?" "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about" Alison smiles a little, and then nods when Nixie says, "Later."


When the funeral is finally over, Alison pulls Nixie aside from the rest of her family and wraps her in a tight hug. Sighing in relief that it's over, she asks, "You did do the cameras right?" Nixie nods, and then says, "I'm a regular Houdini." Laughing slightly, Alison leans back, and then shakes her head in disbelief while asking, "How? I mean, how did you…" Nixie shrugs, and then pulls out the bag with all the cards in it and says, "I'm a very resourceful individual. Also, I'm brilliant."

"Indeed." They both look over at Chris who comes to join them. Victoria and Gerard are close behind him, and upon seeing the bag full of memory discs, Victoria grins wider than Nixie thinks she's ever seen. Chris grins down at her and asks, "Do I want to know?" "Probably not, considering this is probably stealing and so I'm now a fugitive hiding from the law. Knowing would probably make you an accomplice."

Alison laughs again, and then looks at Gerard when he says, "Very impressive. And you did all of this just before the funeral started?" "I did half of them just before it started. I did half of them about an hour before it started."

Alison raises an eyebrow at her, to which Nixie says, "You just have to know which ones look like they're actually going to do a doublecheck before cutting on their camera, and which ones are going to assume that everything is still okay from last time. I'm very perceptive about these things, as you know."

Chris chuckles too now, and then moves away with Gerard to discuss certain 'family' matters. That's when Nixie's phone goes vibrates in her pocket. Seeing that it's Stiles, she says, "I need to answer this. Give me a minute?" "Of course."

Stepping to the side, she asks, "What's up?" "We think Lydia attacked somebody in an ambulance. We're headed that way. We think… I mean… she might've… she…" Nixie pinches the bridge of her nose tiredly, and then says, "Text me the last known location. I'll meet you guys there." "On it." "Stiles… she'll be fine. Believe that." "I'm trying."

Hanging up, Nixie goes back to Alison and says, "I have to go. The boys have a lead on Lydia." Nodding, Alison says, "I can…" "You need to stay here, with your family right now. If we actually find out anything, I'll let you know. I promise."

Alison nods again, and then hugs Nixie tight and says, "Thank you. For everything." "Of course."

After that, she dashes into the woods to get her bike from where she stashed it, and then takes off down one of the trails. Stiles quickly texts her shortly after that with the location of the ambulance, and she takes a sharp left before heading in that direction as fast as she can.

It's dark out when they finally approach the bloody scene. And it is a massively bloody scene. The guy inside is most definitely dead. And if it was Lydia… well, Nixie's not sure what they're going to do about that.

Stiles sighs worriedly and asks, "What the hell is Lydia doing?" Scott, still staring at the accident scene in shock, simply mutters, "I don't know." Then Stiles asks, "What kept you from doing that, was it Alison?" Scott shrugs, but says, "I hope so."

Nixie looks to both of them, and then says, "Well, I'd like to think maybe we played some small role in helping you gain some self-control. I'm just saying." Scott grins over at her, and then looks to Stiles when he asks, "Do you need to get closer Scott?"

He takes a long whiff of the air, and then shakes his head and says, "No… I got it."

As he's preparing to leave, Stiles grabs his jacket and says, "Hey." Scott turns back to him, wondering what he wants. Stiles slumps a bit, in a defeated sort of way, and then says, "Just… I just need you to find her. Alright? Please just… just find her." Scott nods and says, "I will."

Then he turns to Nixie, who hasn't said another word yet. Glancing up at him, she nods and says, "You can do it." "Are you okay?" "I'm fine. I'm with Stiles on this one. We need to find her. Before she freezes to death preferably."

Scott knows she's trying to keep the mood at least slightly light, but he can see the tension in her neck and jaw. She's worried. And he can also finally see the dark circles under her eyes. He should've known she wouldn't actually go home and sleep the other night… not with Lydia still missing.

Nodding to her, he gives her shoulder a squeeze and says, "I will find her. If she's anywhere nearby… I'll find her." "Good. Now go."

After he takes off, Nixie sighs and says, "Come on. We should go see your dad." Stiles jerks to look at her and asks, "Why? I thought we were hiding from him." "We were hiding for a moment. But he knows you heard him get the call over the radio about the ambulance. He knows you're here somewhere. Let's go ahead and save him the trouble of finding us, so he can go back to focusing on Lydia."

Rising to stand with her, Stiles says, "Right. Make sure everyone's focusing on her." "Exactly."

When they get to the scene, Noah sighs and says, "I was just about to…" Stiles points at Nixie and says, "She figured. Hence us appearing on our own." Noah looks to Nixie, and then sighs and asks, "What are you two doing here?" "We just…"

Nixie's eyes widen, which is impressive given how tired she is. Stepping up and in between Stiles and Noah, she says softly, "Lydia."

Stiles whips his whole body around, and sure enough, there she is. Naked, leaves and twigs in her hair, looking confused and honestly a little terrified.

Stiles says louder, "Lydia." She still just stands there, barely moving, not even looking at them. It's like she can't really even see any of what's around her. She's too caught up in her own mind, with whatever she's thinking about up there. And considering how expansive that mind is… Nixie's knows it could be quite a bit going on up there. Stiles tries again to shout her name, but still no response.

Nixie takes another step closer and says, "Lydia!"

Her head finally snaps up from the ground, and Lydia looks at all of them in front of her in surprise and relief, if not still a bit confused and dazed. Finally though, after a moment of silence, she asks, "Well… is anyone going to get me a coat?"

Nixie can't help the brief and shocked laugh that leaves her lips. Stiles tries to grab for his dad's coat, but ends up just falling on the ground in his own surprise. Noah shrugs it off and hands it over to Nixie, who runs the rest of the way to Lydia and quickly wraps her up in the overly large jacket.

Lydia huddles inside of it for a moment, but as Nixie steps back, she lunges forward and says, "No please!" Nixie nearly falls down from the fierce hug that Lydia attacks her with. Whole body trembling, Lydia begs, "Please don't leave. Please don't go anywhere. I… I can't…"

Nixie's arms lock around Lydia like a vice as she says, "I am not going anywhere. Satan himself couldn't make me leave right now. Understand?" Lydia nods, but keeps her own grip around Nixie firmly secured, even as the others start gathering around them. One of the examiners asks if he can take a look at her, but Lydia only squeezes Nixie tighter.

Rubbing her arms up and down Lydia's back soothingly, Nixie shakes her head to the medical people and mouths, 'Not yet'. So for the time being, they simply settle for loading Lydia and Nixie together into the back of one of the cop cars, and speeding off towards the hospital.

Lydia is still reluctant to let her go then too, but Nixie holds her tight and says, "I will be here when the examination is over. I will not leave. Alright?"

She finally nods, and then allows Melissa and another nurse to escort her into a room.

Sighing and flopping down into a chair next to Stiles in the waiting room, Nixie asks, "What the hell?" "That's what I was thinking."

Looking over at her, Stiles says, "Where did she go? What did she do? How did she evade Scott? What the fuck is going on?" Nixie nods, and then asks, "I've got another one. Non-Lydia related." "What's that?"

She turns to him, and then says, "If Lydia came to us, and Scott took off in the other direction… who the hell was Scott tracking? And what's keeping him now?"

As if to answer her question, her phone rings and Nixie holds it up to her ear and asks, "Yeah?"

Scott's panting voice on the other end says, "We've got problems. Big problems."


They're all gathered in an empty patient room at the moment, Nixie pacing, Stiles standing by the window thinking, and Scott sitting on the empty bed running a hand through his hair. Nixie takes a breath and says, "Let's think of positives. We've had too many negatives lately." Scott huffs and says, "Gerard cut a lone, omega werewolf literally in half, and Derek told me that they were declaring war on basically all of my kind. I don't see how we can find a positive in that."

Nixie shrugs, and then says, "He doesn't know you're a werewolf. At least… not yet. I'll see if I can make sure Chris keeps it that way. I might have to threaten Victoria to make her agree, but she'll get over it. In any case, for the time being, he's not after you. Plus."

Stiles nods, and then says, "We found Lydia. That's a plus." Nixie nods and says, "We should count that as two. You think?" Stiles smiles and nods before saying, "Sounds good to me."

Scott finally smiles with them and says, "I still turned down Derek. Plus?" Nixie smiles back and says, "Definite plus. At least two, if not three." They all laugh at that, and then Nixie rubs at her eyes and says, "Alright. We can't do anything more tonight. Lydia's back and safe. I'm staying here so I can see her after the examination. I might stay the whole night, if that's what she wants. Scott, are you going to see Alison?" "I might."

Nixie nods, and then adds, "Obviously you don't need my permission. But I'm not going to be able to help you guys at all tonight. You understand that?" "Got it." "Good. Stiles?" Stiles sighs and says, "Dad's making me go home tonight." "It's okay Stiles. Come back early in the morning." "Dad might not let me." "Tell him that I demanded you bring me coffee. Consequently, do in fact bring me coffee in the morning. A large cup. With…"

And she relaxes a little more and laughs when Stiles says, "I know what to put in your coffee. Sometimes I wonder if you'd even know what to put in it anymore, if I didn't make it for you. So chill. I'll bring you your coffee." "Thanks."

Two hours later, Nixie is sitting in a chair in the corner of Lydia's room. Melissa had even arranged it special so that Lydia was in one of the rooms that had a comfy reclining chair in it as well.

She'd gone a total of thirty-nine hours without sleep. It was a new record. One that Nixie seriously hopes, but doubts, that she won't have to break again.

Because her best friend is a werewolf. Her other best friend is… well, something. And another of her friends is a part of a family of hunters. Sleep… is probably going to come and go sparingly in the near future.

So even though she's almost afraid to close her eyes, afraid Lydia will somehow manage to run off and disappear again, Nixie does eventually let them fall shut so she can catch up on some sleep. Besides, she has a feeling she's going to need it.


Ta Da! And that's Chapter 1. Hope you enjoyed it, and let me know what you think. Chapter 2 should follow shortly. (Brief warning though, the internet in my area has been severely crappy as of late, so if it doesn't get posted in a timely fashion, I blame that. Lol).