Isaac crashed into the classroom, followed closely by Allison and her dad. They looked around frantically for they threat, but saw none. Allison ran over to Lydia and began to loosen the cord around her neck.

"What the hell happened?" Chris shouted.

"I'll tell you what happened! My dad just got taken by the melted version of our English teacher!"

"Her? How...?"

"She was the Darach" Lydia panted, still slouching in the chair she was duct taped to. "She's been behind all the ritualistic killings and the crazy animal behavior." At a nod from Scott, Isaac made his way over to her and began carefully cutting the tape away with his claws.

Chris checked the hallway for any listeners and then closed the door. "What was the Sheriff doing here then?"

"He's not dumb you know," Stiles replied caustically. "He put the clues together. It is his job. On the plus side I guess he finally believes me. But none of this matters right now, we have to go after him!"

"Stiles is right," Scott spoke up. "We can't waste time on this and show up too late again." The anguished look on Stiles' face cut into him. Stiles and his dad had been there for him so many times and now it was his turn.

Scott turned to Isaac who was staring at him with his usual unwavering gaze. "Isaac, go find Dr. Deaton and when you do, call me. I'll tell you where to meet me." With a quick nod and a relieved look on his face, Isaac bolted out the door.

"Mr. Argent, you seem to know a lot about this Druid stuff, am I right?" Chris gave him a measured look, but nodded his head in agreement.

Scott continued, "I think we can both agree that Ms. Blake needs to be found as soon as possible. I want you to work with Stiles and Allison to narrow down the places that she could be taking him."

"No way, man!" Stiles interjected. "I have to be out there looking for my dad!"

"Stiles," Scott said softly, pulling his best friend over to the window, "You told me at the lacrosse final last year that you couldn't do all the things I could, with the speed and heightened senses and stuff. And I told you it was OK, because you have other strengths. Stiles, you understand things, deduce things, that I couldn't even dream of and you more than pull your weight in the friend department. We're a team. Not like Batman and Robin, but like Wolverine and Professor X. I need you to help find your dad, but in the way that uses the skills that only you have. Please Stiles, I promise that we'll find him, as a team."

Stiles nodded and tried to crack a smile "OK, I'll do it, but don't expect me to shave my head. I like my hair the way it is." Scott just smiled gently. Trust Stiles to joke at a time like this. They walked back to join the others. Chris was still looking at him with interest, but he hadn't said 'No'.

"I have copies of our research with me, so do we need to go back to your apartment, or can we just work from the Library?" Stiles asked. Allison looked to her dad with a hopeful expression, but Chris still stared at Scott.

"Fine," he said after a moment. "The Library is fine." He nodded at Scott and lead the way out the door, followed quickly by Stiles and Allison who both gave him small, determined smiles on their way out the door.

It was just him and Lydia now. He figuratively perked up his ears and listened for the sounds coming from the gymnasium-turned-concert hall.

"Ethan, Aidan. Come to the English room," he spoke. He didn't say it overly loud, but there was no doubt that it was a command.

"What about me?" Lydia said. Scott could tell she didn't want to get left out again.

"You already have your job," Scott replied. "like we talked about earlier, you know? Try to follow your instincts and not fight them, and let me know where it leads you."

"She said I was a Banshee, Ms. Blake did, before you got here."

"Yeah, I was listening. I don't know what it means, but we'll figure it out, OK? Just do your best."

"Just drive around aimlessly by myself?" she looked a little scared at this notion.

"Well, hopefully, not by yourself..." Scott trailed off as Ethan and Aidan came through the door. Ethan looked cautious, but Aidan looked perturbed.

"We didn't have anything to do with this, Scott" Ethan began.

"I didn't think you did, but Stiles' dad has been taken by the Darach and I need your help to find him before it's too late." Their stance relaxed at this statement, but Aidan still didn't look pleased.

"Why should we help you?" He asked, "You're not our Alpha. You're not even an alpha at all. What makes you think that you can order us around?" Ethan tried to settle his brother down but it didn't seem to be working. Aidan's eye's flared red in a show of superiority. He wasn't surprised when Scott's eyes flared golden, but when they dilated and blazed red he took a step back.

Scott took a step forward. "I may not be your Alpha," he took another step, pinning the twins with his eyes. "I may not be above you in whatever Werewolf hierarchy there is, " Another step. "But I need your help and you will help me. Do you want to know why?" Scott was now up close and personal with the two bigger boys, but he kept their attention on him. He could see sweat on their necks and temples, and realized that riling them up wouldn't help him find Mr. Stilinski. Even Lydia, he could sense, was holding her breath at this little show down. He took a deep breath and continued in a calm and controlled manner. "You are going to help me, because I know that you aren't the bad guys here."

This clearly was not what the twins were expecting from him and they let out a sigh of what seemed to be relief. Ethan looked at him sheepishly while Aidan's expression seemed to have turned to curiosity. Scott pressed on.

"Ethan told me a little about your past and I can see that you've had a harder life than most, but I can also see that you have not had a lot of choice in your actions. You may be alphas, but in your pack, I know Deucalion calls the shots. I'm not telling you to go against his orders, but I do want you to do the right thing and help track down my best friend's abducted father. Please."

The two boys looked at each other and Aidan tilted his head to the side as if asking Ethan's opinion. Ethan just nodded once and they turned back to Scott.

"OK," Aidan said.

"We'll help" Ethan continued.

Scott smiled at them, a full, brilliant smile that dispelled any lingering doubts the two had. After all, it would be nice to do something for once that didn't involve intimidating or fighting other wolves.

"Great. Aidan, I need you to go with Lydia and keep her safe." Aidan looked insulted, as if his job was essentially baby-sitting on the sidelines. Scott quickly continued. "Lydia will be going out looking for the Darach, Ms. Blake."

Aidan looked at him, surprised. "Why send her out? She's human and could get hurt. She isn't even trained with weapons like your other girl friend." He looked at Lydia with concern. 'Maybe Ethan wasn't the only one getting too close to his assignment' Scott thought.

Affronted, Lydia piped up. "For your information, I have a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very short few months. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. Or just myself actually. And I guess it's not quite a skill, but..." she trailed off. For the first time, Scott could see why Stiles thought she was the girl for him.

"We need her and that's that. Are you willing to keep her safe?" Scott asked, piercing the larger boy with his gaze again.

Aidan swallowed and nodded. With that Lydia took the reins pulling him out the door. "You should probably drive, but be as quiet as you can be and let me concentrate, I'll tell you where to go when I can..." and with that they were out the door.

Ethan looked back at Scott. "I promised Danny that I'd protect him... I want to help you Scott, I do, but I don't want to leave him alone." Scott thought he looked nervous like speaking out of turn would get him punished. Maybe he and Isaac had more in common that they thought.

"Don't worry Ethan, that works out perfectly. Half the town is in the gymnasium and the cops will be here soon to take statements. I need you to keep an eye on everything here, including the people that I have promised to protect who are working in the Library." Ethan cocked his head and listened. "Stiles and Allison" Scott clarified, "also Alison's dad, though I'd stay out of his sight if possible. He's barely OK with me. He's a Hunter, in case you didn't know."

"You're friends with a Hunter?" Ethan looked flabbergasted. "and an Argent even. We knew about the girl, but..." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at Scott with a mixture of respect and bewilderment.

"We're not exactly friends, but we've been sort of allies in the past. Lets just say we're on speaking terms and leave it at that." Scott concluded.

Ethan just nodded and left the room to patrol the area. Scott moved to the broken window and sniffed the air. He could smell Mr. Stilinski's scent on the air. He smelled like Tide detergent, Old Spice aftershave and his gun cleaning kit. All good strong smells. He could also smell fear, which was the strongest scent of them all. Behind him the door burst open, bounced of the wall and slammed closed again as Derek stalked in. 'Always with the fancy entrances' Scott thought.

"What's happened?" Derek growled, striding towards Scott, trying to asses the situation. "I heard the scream all the way at the hospital." Since there was only Scott here, he lowered his hackles a bit and looked to him for an explanation.

"I don't really have time to go over the whole thing, but Ms. Blake the English teacher is the Darach. She attacked Lydia and abducted Stiles' dad. I'm about to go after her and track them by scent. Are you coming?" he said a bit impatiently. He didn't want the scent to go cold and he had already wasted 5 minutes, giving the Darach a head start. He moved to jump out the window but Derek grabbed onto his arm and pulled him back.

"Ms. Blake? You mean Jennifer?" He asked. Scott remembered that Stiles and Isaac had said that she was used as a hostage at Derek's loft, the night Boyd died, but he didn't think that much of it at the time. Now though...

"Did you know her or something?" he asked.

Derek looked confused. "Yeah I know her. She was the third heartbeat in the boiler room the night we broke into the vault. She took care of me when I fell down onto that escalator. I slept with her! It can't be her!"

"I saw it myself, when she changed from what she normally looks like to that slashed up, hooded figure. It was pretty disturbing, but it was definitely her." Scott wanted to give him a chance to process this, but there was no time.

"Derek, can you track her? You know her scent, right?"

"Yeah, I can follow them, but..." Derek began.

"Just do it!" Scott shouted. "You're wasting time."

Derek shifted and gave him a hard look, which Scott mirrored right back at him. After a few seconds, he dropped his gaze and acquiesced by letting go of the younger man's arm.

Scott took a deep breath and somersaulted out the window and took off into the trees, Derek following a couple steps behind.