AN: New story! My sister is really into Teen Wolf right now and made my other sister and I watch it with her, and now I'm obsessed, Derek, mrruuhmmm, so attractive. Anyway, basic stuff, I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters, anything you don't recognize is what belongs to me. (i.e. My characters, my plot line, other stuff)

At the moment I'm supposed to be in the process of writing two or three other stories that are dragging slowly for me. So the way this is going to work out is whichever story has the most reviews is the one that gets the next chapter and most of my attention. My other readers are bad at reviewing for my other stories, so no chapters for them. o mo

But here's the first chapter, if I get a lot of stuff wrong I'm sorry, don't yell at me in a review I'm still watching the series and might not know everything that most of you veterans do. Spare me your anger! ._.

I Read through this briefly before losing myself to excitement of what people might say, so pardon my mistakes, originally this was going to be a one-shot but now I have more idea's for it, so here goes nothing.

"Do you not tire when faced with destruction? For my mind is hopeless when faced with defeat." - Milo

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Chapter One - High School

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It was a normal day at the high school, students at their lockers complaining about homework and classes, teachers griping about certain problem children and janitors glaring at everyone for the messes that they made. The only thing different with the school were a couple new faces that walked down the hallway with an air of importance about them, being led around by the school nurse the two people followed while smiling occasionally at a curious student.

One of the two people was a short girl who looked like she could pass for a high school student if she simply slumped and picked up a few textbooks to lug around. She had short dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes that lay upon a young looking face that could be mistaken for someone ten years younger. It wouldn't be surprising to know that this girl was often thought to be the much younger sister of the girl next to her. She was wearing a very professional work suit with a purple blouse underneath, a black pencil skirt made her legs look even smaller as she clacked down the hallway in her sleek high heels. Unlike the woman next to her the shrimp dressed professionally despite the small stature of her body.

The other woman was taller than her colleague by a head, with reddish orange hair that went just a bit past her shoulders and startling green eyes that appeared calm and smart as she looked across the students. Wearing a nice dark green sweater that dipped low enough to see the grey undershirt beneath she was also sporting smooth black dress pants and black flats, unlike her friend she didn't need to make up for her lack of height. With pale skin, small lips, rosy cheeks from the cold, and a curious expression on her face she and her friend were attracting quite a bit of attention as they walked down the student cluttered hallway.

The two people were students at a college a few towns away, studying medicine and going to school to become doctors. One of their assignments had been to contact someone who had graduated from the school and spend a few days helping out with that person's job, or simply observing to see what it was like. The two students had been rather late with picking someone to follow around for a few days and got stuck with a school nurse who didn't even get paid as much as a sociologist.

The short woman's name was Vanessa Klutow, a thirty year old who was hoping to get hired by a big hospital who would eventually send her to private practice. There she would meet her dream guy in a doctor and they would get married to have three children who would also become doctors once they grew up. She had been paired with the much younger student who, to put it lightly, pissed her off more than she liked to admit.

Her name was Avamarie Hireston, she insisted to be called Ava, twenty one year old who was barely old enough to drink but seemed to hold knowledge beyond her years. It was one of the reasons why most of the other doctors didn't like her as much as the next person, she was smarter than they were and much, much younger. Although her flaw seemed to lie in speaking to patients properly, there was a degree of sympathy that all doctors needed in order to talk to their patients as if they cared. This was a category that Ava seemed to be lacking on, which made her teachers suggest that perhaps she could be a psychologist. This was considered for a little while before she realized that all the psychology teachers at the college were a little off in terms of acting normally.

Ava herself knew that this would affect her work if she ever had to deal with someone whom she knew was going to die or be in terrible pain. She did have some sympathy for people with certain illnesses, but when it came to those who complained about almost anything she always had the urge to spit in their face.

One of the reasons why Ava was always so good at finding out what was wrong with a patient was because she was a Fox. A supernatural being packed full of power and mystery, her father was a fox while her mother, brothers, and sisters were all wolves.

In the world there are many different types of creatures such as werewolves, angels, vampires, and even mermaids. These are the most well known creatures that humans often speak in hushed tones about and write silly fiction novels that explain how vampires sparkle in the sunlight. Ava was one of those lesser known, more rare creatures that almost no one knew about. Even some of the other supernatural creatures spoke in hushed tones about the Foxes because mermaids will probably never see them, nor would a vampire care to.

Something Ava wasn't thrilled about was the scent of wolves in the school, it smelt as if one had been walking around for a short while, perhaps just been turned as it seemed to be an immature scent. As long as she didn't run into an Alpha or anything else she should be fine, but it was always something she worried about when she left home for any amount of time. Even more so that it was the time of the new moon, she'd have to hide herself away or even go home early, though she knew the second one was not an option if she wanted to pass her class.

Much like a werewolf, who goes crazy on the night of a full moon, a Fox's weakness, or even their downfall, is the night of a new moon. On this night the Fox will change into a more animal form, also much like a werewolf, and spread its scent all over the place. Usually this is not a problem since Ava lives in a city full of different people with different stinks and smells, more than enough stenches to block out her scent. Now that she was in a more remote town that seemed to be riddled with forests left and right it would be harder to hide, but as long as there were no powerful wolves here she wouldn't have to worry.

She had a reason to be worried because a Fox can be very useful to a wolf pack, in fact in the past when a wolf pack has claimed a Fox it has always been one of the strongest and most powerful. For this reason, on the night of the new moon when shadows cover everything and a Fox sheds its smell for any werewolf to pick up on. It might as well be another full moon for the wolves that automatically search for the source of such a rich and delicious aroma. Immediately there is an urge to claim and mark the Fox as their own, so that their future pack will survive no matter what happens to it.

Ava's father always warned her about getting dragged into a pack that she hadn't chosen for herself and how the consequences could be tough to deal with. She had always assured her father that he and his pack had trained her well enough to defend herself and fight back if she ever got into that kind of situation.

Now as she walked down the hall the thought of the new moon that would happen the next night wasn't even in her mind. Only the boring dredge of Vanessa next to her and the school nurse in front of them as the lady droned on about the responsibilities that she had as not only a teacher but also a medical professional. It was only when they walked past a certain locker in the hallway that Ava turned her eyes over towards the child in front of it carefully. A teenager with short black hair and nervous eyes passed over her form quickly as the boy turned to look at his friend cautiously before turning back to his locker. This was the new werewolf that Ava smelled all over the school; the immature scent of a newly turned was sometimes hard to pick out in a pack, but easy in a hallway full of humans.

Making a note that the kid would probably be knocking on her door the next night Ava could tell that he wouldn't be too much of a threat when it came down to strength and agility. She could possibly outrun him, his punches would be slow and inexperienced, she could dodge him and run, but she probably wouldn't be able to overpower him. As strong as she was, even with enhanced abilities from her Fox form, she wasn't stronger than a wolf, she never had been and it wouldn't change.

She had to remind herself that since there was a newly turned werewolf an Alpha wouldn't be too far away and she would probably have to deal with it the next night on the new moon. There was a bit of fear that rose in her throat when the thought of getting marked entered her mind before she smothered it out. As long as she had her wit about her she could make it through the next night without anything more than sore feet, as long as she was still alive and kicking she wouldn't let a werewolf claim her.

"One of the most common reasons for students to come into the nurse's office is Lacrosse, someone is always getting hurt. For today, since school is already over and you arrived late, I've arranged for you to watch the lacrosse team practice and make sure no one dies," the nurse said with a wicked grin on her face. As if she was setting them up for something that would prove to be much harder than they had originally thought it would be.

"We'll do our best," Vanessa said with a professional smile painting her features.

"Where is the field anyway?" Ava murmured glancing around the school. In that moment the new werewolf walked past her warily, giving her an odd expression that meant he'd gotten wind of a Fox for the first time in his life.

"Mr. McCall, will you please show these ladies towards the field since you're going there anyway?" The nurse gave him a hard expression that claimed the question as more of a demand than anything else.

"Of course," he said before glancing at the two women behind him. "Just follow me, I guess," he added the last part with a bland voice. Ava smiled at him gingerly, she remembered when teachers would ask her to do things she obviously had no time for, and of course she always said yes, even if she hated them.

"I'm guessing you're on the lacrosse team then?" Ava asked of the boy in front of her. He glanced back at her quickly, his eyes giving off a confused expression as he took in her scent again.

"Yeah, first line," he said getting a hint of pride in his voice.

"My older brother played lacrosse when he was in high school; he was always one of the best players on the field," Vanessa said proudly as she remembered watching her brother run across the field.

"Really? That's cool," the boy said in a bored voice. Vanessa swelled next to Ava as she gave the younger girl a look of victory, almost sneering at Ava for how good she was at talking to people compared to her. She didn't pick up on how the boy clearly did not want to talk to either of them despite there being a connection between him and the other woman's older brother; he just wanted to get rid of them. Ava couldn't help but smile at him, he was giving a prideful doctor false hope by responding.

The boy bid them farewell as soon as they got to the locker rooms, he muttered that the field was right outside before he disappeared through the doors and out of sight.

"High school was always so exciting," Vanessa said next to her with a sigh as they walked outside.

"No it wasn't," Ava murmured blandly from her left. The older woman gave her a bitter expression that made Ava look away from her slowly; she knew that everyone in the class didn't like her too much because she didn't belong there. She was too young to understand things what most teachers told her when she tried to get into a class. "You know the nurse is just making us do her dirty work right?" She mumbled making way towards the bleachers that already had some kids sitting in them.

"I didn't ask to be put here, if I had made the decision myself without having you holding me back I would be at a hospital or Urology office or something better than this. But no, I'm stuck with you, so just be a good little girl and keep your mouth shut," she sneered while keeping a smile on her face for the students to see. Ava smiled as her partner ranted and babbled about how she had gotten stuck with Ava again, she'd only complained about it at least ten times.

"You're right," Ava said in a fake sad voice that made Vanessa turn towards her abruptly. "I'm sorry you're already such an old lady that it took you forever to turn in the papers, it must had been hard walking without your cane," she said in an empathetic voice that made Vanessa gape at her angrily.

The older woman made some sputtering noises while Ava walked past her quickly, leaving the woman to glare after her retreating form as she walked towards the benches quickly. She sat down calmly before watching her partner walk over in a fuming mood that Ava knew she would be hearing about for the rest of the night. But all she could do was smirk as the woman grumbled low in her throat and set her eyes on the kids coming out onto the field at a slow run.

The practice was boring until the boy that had showed them out to the field, the new werewolf, plowed through one of his teammates and left them splayed out on the field. Immediately Ava had noticed the shift in his attitude as he shoved his friend back to try and crush the other player again, this wasn't the same human that was cowering in the hallway anymore. Vanessa and Ava jumped to their feet immediately and climbed down the bleacher stairs; when they got to the bottom the older woman put her arm in front of Ava to hold her back.

"You won't be any help," she spat out before running down the field towards the injured boy.

Looking after Vanessa as she rushed over to help with a fake smile on her face Ava growled darkly and felt her fangs poke her lips before she let the wave of anger pass. Catching a new scent and hearing someone move off in the distance behind her Ava turned to catch sight of a figure standing near the woods. He must have caught her scent as well because for a moment they stared at each other while he stared at her oddly, perhaps he'd never smelled a Fox before. Ava had always been curious as to what her scent was like to a wolf, her mother always told them of how she'd caught her father and claimed him, so she'd asked her what it smelled like. She responded quickly, giving her husband a hungry look before turning back to her daughter.

'He smelled good enough to eat.'

Still Ava had a hard time believing that she and her father smelled sweet and vulnerable, but then her brothers and sisters were always saying that they liked her perfume even when she wasn't wearing any. Which was always a little weird when they walked past her and took a deep breath, or when her older brother hugged her and sniffed her hair as if she was an air freshener.

Even as she stared at the wolf in the distance Ava could tell that he was trying to figure out what kind of smell he was getting from her, most wolves she'd just met gave her a strange look before wanting to get closer to her. Then when they figured out what she was they came looking for her, only to find that she was protected by her mother's pack, and they certainly wouldn't be able to beat a whole pack. Especially since they had a Fox already established, of course they tried to bargain for her, if there's two Fox's in a pack the power counters off each other and is otherwise null. But her siblings would always defend her and promise that as soon as they had a pack of their own, she would be in it.

If the wolf in front of her found out what she was he would be the same way, and she would reject him all the same.

"Avamarie!" Vanessa's voice broke her from her thoughts as she looked away from the wolf and walked back onto the field with a growl she hated it when people used her whole name.

Sensing that Scott had lost control again Derek had gone to the lacrosse field to make sure that no one had seen the boy change completely, standing close enough to the woods that he could simply disappear again he watched the field. There was a new scent that surprised him when he got there, something sweet and alluring that made him want to walk closer and get a better smell of it.

On the field one of Scott's teammates lay on the grass doing his best to take short breaths through the pain of whatever Scott had done to him, perhaps a broken bone or sprained shoulder. His eyes followed Scott and his friend as they rushed off to disappear into the school and out of sight; as long as no one would see him in the school it would be alright.

Moving to leave the school Derek's attention was once again brought towards the sweet scent that he was trying to ignore. His gaze latched onto a girl as she walked out form the bleachers to look at the people crowding around the field, he was hit with the full force of her scent now. It pulled at him, urging him to rush forward and confront such an aroma, the wolf in him whined to be released and chase after the girl. Her long reddish hair swayed lightly in the breeze as her scent lifted through the air once more.

For a moment he wondered how Scott got through his day if there was someone like that in the school, surely the newly turned would lose all resolve and chase after such a smell without remorse. But he had to remind himself that because Scott was new he probably didn't recognize scents for all their worth just yet.

Staring at the woman in front of him he could see her staring right back at him, where most people would turn away from him quickly as if he was a stalker watching their prey or something, she only returned his stare. Perhaps she was just as curious as he was, why was a man more than forty feet away from her staring in her direction so intently?

It confused him, why didn't she smell like all the other humans on the field, of course Scott had a different smell because he was a werewolf now. Stiles smelled like a human, everything else in front of him smelled like it always did, he could even hear their heartbeats if he focused on them. Why? Why did she smell so different from them?

"Avamarie!" Someone called the woman's name, making her turn away from him and growl slightly. Whoever had called her name was someone she didn't particularly like, at least that much was obvious, he could only imagine there being a glare in her eyes as well. Now he at least knew her name, he watched her until her form disappeared into the other people although her smell was still just as strong.

He'd have to ask Scott about her.

That night the nurse at the school sent them to one of her colleagues who worked as a doctor to the more severe cases in the hospital. Patients that were in coma's or stuck in a sickness that they would never recover from, it was a bit of a test for the two women was what the woman told them. Having to take care of people that never respond or have fits that are sometimes uncontrollable, she wanted to see if they were cut out for that kind of work. Vanessa tried to explain that, as she was going to be transferred to private practice, it would never be an issue, but the nurse shrugged her off saying it was a good learning experience.

Vanessa figured it was a good topic to complain about the whole drive over to the hospital that the doctor was waiting to talk to them at. Ava had to keep reminding her to keep both of her hands on the wheel as the woman had a habit of waving them around when she was angry.

"It took forever to drive here today; all I want to do is go back to our crappy hotel and get a good night's sleep before we have to go back to that god awful school tomorrow. Instead we have to go to some dumb hospital full of coma patients, they're in a coma!" she shouted angrily as she pulled into the parking lot. "All you have to do is make sure that they still aren't moving and that they aren't dead," she continued to babble as Ava stared at the window bored.

"As a future doctor I think you should learn to control your temper," she muttered catching the woman's attention. "What happens when you lose your cool in front of a patient?" She questioned giving Vanessa a quizzical glance.

"I won't," she assured her with a chuckle. Ava gave her a dead expression that said 'yeah right' making the woman frown at her bitterly. Pulling the car into park she sneered at Ava for a moment before finally finding the right words for a comeback. "At least I'm emotional enough to express sympathy for a patient, all you do is stare at them," she said with a triumphant smirk on her face. It was easy to pick on the younger girl because she was still young and hadn't developed the professional atmosphere yet.

"It's better than yelling at them," Ava dismissed her with sigh before getting out of the car.

Glaring at her back as she walked away Vanessa kept her mouth shut as best she could, if she started yelling at the girl now it would just prove her point even more. Instead she straightened her suit and skirt before letting her heels click on the ground as she stride forward quickly to get past Ava and push the door open.

"You must be the young ladies nurse Johnson was telling me about," a man said with a handsome smile on his face. Ava could hear Vanessa's heart begin to beat faster as she stared at the doctor's smile while he waited for them to respond. This was just what the woman wanted, a handsome doctor to call her husband, Ava gave the woman a small nudge and a knowing grin that made her shove her with her elbow crudely.

"Yes, I'm Vanessa Klutow and this is my colleague Avamaire Hireston," she spoke with a shaky voice at first before it turned stern and professional. The man gave her a smile before reaching out to shake Vanessa's hand and then releasing it to turn towards Ava.

"Call me Ava," she said gently while giving his hand a firm shake.

"I'm Dr. Oliver Roberts, Nurse Johnson asked if I would show you some of my patients," he explained motioning for the two women to follow him through some doors and down the hallway. "She wants to scare you," he said softly as if it was a secret.

"Are your patients scary?" Ava asked in a curious voice. For some reason she'd always been fascinated when it came to strange sicknesses and diseases, there was always an urge to figure out what was wrong.

"That's up to you to decide," he said with a chuckle. Vanessa let a laugh escape her lips as well before thinking better of laughing like a love struck school girl and stopping herself short.

Oliver showed them a few patients, telling them what had happened to get them into such a state and if they would ever heal or wake up from their ailment. Most of the time the answer was no, some of the people had been comatose for years, decades even. Only kept alive by some hope from their family members that they would wake some day and return to them, and yet Ava knew that most of them would never wake. She could smell their bodies trying to die, but denied its natural course by machines keeping them alive, if only it wasn't a crime to kill them she put their souls out of their misery.

"Ava, are you okay?" Oliver asked her when she'd been staring at one of his patients for at least five minutes. His whole body was covered in scars; his face had healed as best as it could despite the deep gashes that had once been there. A deformed mess of a human being lay in front of her, unable to wake.

"Yeah," she murmured softly before turning away from the patient with an emotionless expression on her face. It was then that Vanessa remembered just how young Ava was and gave the girl an understanding expression; she'd always thought of the girl as competition she needed to crush. But by most adults standards she was still just a kid. Perhaps this type of exposure was too much for her.

Of course Vanessa was all wrong, but it's the thought that counts sometimes right?

"She's still pretty young, maybe this is too much for her," Vanessa said to Oliver in a whisper as Ava walked out of the room. "You know it takes a while to get the hang of being a doctor and being around things like this all the time," she sighed softly.

"I'm surprised," Oliver muttered making Vanessa nod her head in agreement. "It's the same way I reacted when I first took this job," he said letting a smile break onto his face. He gave Vanessa a confused expression when he saw her gaping at him before he left her in the room to new thoughts.

This doctor was weird.

When he took them to the last patient for the night Ava stopped herself short in the hallway when she caught the scent of something else in the hospital, something inhuman. Oliver and Vanessa didn't question her as she walked away from the room they went into; they probably still thought she needed some time to recover.

It smelled like there was a wolf in the hospital, an older one than the first two she had smelled today; she could hear his steady heartbeat from his room. The door was open and Ava wondered if soon there would be someone wandering out soon to see where the smell was coming from, but instead she found herself moving towards it slowly. The sound of its heartbeat didn't change at all as she approached the room; perhaps he was asleep at the moment.

Getting closer to the room Ava began to get a little anxious with herself, should she really be going towards the scent of a werewolf when there was a possibility of it coming for her later? No, probably not. But she was to intrigued to stop now, she wanted to see who it was that she would be running from later, she could at least deduce what their weaknesses were. Listening for another heartbeat Ava made sure that there was no one else in the room before she peeked inside slowly.

There was a man in a wheelchair staring out one of the windows with a dull expression on his face, he made no move to look at her nor did the steady beat of his insides change to her scent. He was one of the patients.

Immediately Ava felt her stomach churn when she thought about how many werewolves she'd ever seen in the hospital, or in such a position as this man. It was a very short list, in fact now that he had been added to it there were three, and always it was from some horrifying incident that left them useless. It was even worse for Ava when she saw a werewolf in the hospital; it meant that they weren't healing, something awful had happened and how they were stuck.

Taking careful steps toward the man she scrunched her eyes at his blank eyes while he looked out the window as if he was already dead. Her nose twitched uncomfortably as she saw the other half of his face that was covered in a nasty burn scar, Ava had an urge to find out what happened to him but that was only for those in her pack. Leaning down to be eye level with him she reached out to touch his forehead before thinking better of it and pulling her hand away.

"If you were in my pack, I would've taken care of you," she whispered softly. It was then that she heard someone walking down the hall towards his room and she bolted out of it quickly, disappearing before the nurse even suspected someone had been there.

Oliver bid them goodnight and turned around to go back to work, Vanessa's smile a little too big when he left and she sighed dreamily, which almost made Ava smile at how immature she was being about a boy. But she didn't say anything, not when the coma werewolf was still fresh on her mind. Whoever he was, whatever pack he had once belonged to they were probably dead, an omega without a choice.

Understanding that the younger girl might need space Vanessa left out her bickering for the next day and let the ride to their hotel stay silent.

"I was wrong," the woman finally spoke when they got to their room for the night. Ava looked at her blankly; she wasn't in the mood to argue right now. "You're not emotionless, I'm sorry," she said in a gentle voice. Ava wondered faintly if the words were bitter as they came out of her mouth, she'd never given Ava a chance to prove herself and now she was just jumping to conclusions.

"Don't misunderstand," she whispered blandly. It made Vanessa stare at her a little baffled by her response, what was there for her to get wrong about what had happened that night? But she didn't say anything else besides mumbling a thank you and disappearing into the bathroom, the older woman still gave her a soft expression. Summing everything up as a reaction to the patients, she was just too young for this kind of work.

The next day they were back at the school, acting as substitute nurses while Ms. Johnson sat back in her chair and 'worked' on the computer that she claimed was full of parent concerns she needed to respond to. Ava was sure the school nurse felt like today would be a good day to do nothing now that she had two medical students to deal with all the sick teenagers that came into the office to skip class.

They'd gotten a couple girls who blushed when they asked for tampons and pads, one very sick looking junior that looked ready to hurl, a handful of students looking to catch some sleep, and a couple kids who got decimated playing dodge ball in P.E. That was only in the first half of the day.

After Vanessa muttered something about bathroom break and Nurse Johnson just said coffee a few times before disappearing Ava was left in the office by herself. As soon as she had smelled the kid from the day before, the new werewolf, her mind was filled with thoughts of which pack he belonged to. As a Fox she could pick out werewolves from pretty far away when she was looking for them, but as far as she knew there were only three in the town, and one of them was in a coma.

Of course when she was alone was when said person came walking down the hall towards the nurses office, she could hear his heart beating nervously as he neared his destination. Taking a deep breath he pushed himself into the room and twisted his face to make it look like he was sick.

"Stomach ache?" She questioned softly.

"Where's Ms. Johnson?" He asked trying to avoid the question.

"I'm helping her today, my names Ava," she said giving him a kind smile that he almost returned. "Can you tell me your name?" She pushed further while holding up a sign in sheet to dampen any confusion he might've had.

"Scott McCall," he said with a soft groan in his voice. Ava had to give him some credit for sticking with his supposed ailment even though she knew there was nothing wrong with him.

"Let me take your temperature," she said before grabbing the head thermometer they used. When she got close to him he took a long sniff of her, taking in her smell while she let the thermometer roll across his forehead. Ava wanted to smirk at the wolf; it was always a little humorous when wolves met a Fox for the first time. "No fever," she muttered before putting her tool back. "Do you want to go home that badly?" She asked with a soft laugh.

She already knew why he was here, he was curious. Why did this person in front of him smell so much different from anyone else in the school? Why didn't she smell human?

For a small moment Ava saw his eyes shift as he lost control of himself for a second before he took a deep breath and relaxed himself as best he could. Ava's heart had left into her throat slightly as worst case scenarios played through her mind, all of them included shifting and running.

"I think I can make it, I'll just go back to class," he stumbled over his words before rushing out of the nurse's office. Vanessa walked back in next giving her a questioning look.

"What?" Ava asked giving her the same expression.

"What did you do to that kid? He was all shaken up," she muttered quizzically as Ava held back a grin.

"I just took his temperature," she defended standing up swiftly. The small woman gave her an uncomfortable expression before glancing at the door to see if anyone else might be listening in.

"Which way?"

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"A throbbing mess of who I used to be." - Milo

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AN: Remember what I said about reviews? Maybe?

What did you think? I just really wanted to use a Fox as another shifter that could blend in with the story while allowing for some Derek romance, plus possible Peter love, maybe a little hint of it.

Do you want me to continue? Give me a review. If you didn't like it...oh well, hope you find a story that suits your brain taste.

Thanks for reading.