I don't own any Teen Wolf characters, just the plot.

The signaling of the end of sixth period rung through the noisy school halls, students now packing the fairly evened space of stairs and going to their lockers.

Unfortunately for Liam, the school bell thundered against his ear drum, almost like a loud banging motion going as fast as 70 miles per hour. His face went pale and his hands instantly went to cover his ears, books and papers falling at his sneakers. It wouldn't stop the noise from getting inside, but it sort of dulled it down to a reasonable volume. Though, the echo still ever so present.

The bell had stopped but he still had his hands to his ears, earning some curious glances from random students. Liam rested his head against his locker, sighing, and went ahead to enter his locker combination. After that was done, he reached down to pick up his books and papers, shoving them inside the metal casing. It wasn't long before his best friend Mason appeared beside him.

"Hey man, you okay?"

Liam looked at his friend and could somewhat smell the concern on him. He nodded and waved it off like nothing happened. "Yeah, totally. Why?"

"Nothing, it just seemed like the bell was giving you a hard time today." Mason shrugged and peeked behind him before turning his attention to Liam. "Hey, I don't think I'll be able to go to lunch today. Going to the library to get something done for English. Is that okay with you?"

Liam looked past Mason and shook his head, a smile on his lips. He patted his friend on the shoulder. "Have fun." Is all he said before heading to the lunchroom. He could sense Mason smiling and hear him turn around before turning back at him.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

The beta nodded and called out, "Totally fine."

Thank god Mason wasn't going to be there to bug him about seeing a doctor.

Students piled on the lunch line and Lydia was sitting at another table away from where she would usually sit.

Today she wanted a period to herself, to look through her findings and try to point out stuff that stand out to her. She did find some interesting facts, though. Something about Celtic Deity, Faery and Spiritual physiology. Lydia could easily rule out the Spiritual part, knowing that she had no association with it whatsoever. The other two were her top priority.

For a moment, Lydia felt curious as to why the pack wasn't there yet. She looked left and right, but no sign of them. They couldn't have possibly skipped school, knowing Stiles too well and Scott who can't afford to fail any class this year. But at least it give Lydia some relief that she wouldn't have to pause her train of thoughts, especially now.

"I thought you said you never forget to do your homework." A familiar voice quipped.

Lydia rolled her eyes and moved her papers around so that he would have space for his lunch tray. "Yeah, and I also don't procrastinate if that's what you're also thinking." She peeked at his lunch bbefore wrinkling her nose. Lydia plucks an apple from her bag and polishes it with a napkin, taking a bite. "Where's your friend?"

Liam looks up at her and shrugged. "He's busy." His eyes wandered over to the papers scattered across the table, the softness of the wind rustling them around. "Research?"

She nods. "Printed out everything I could find. Took me at least 5 hours before they kicked me out of the library because it was late."

"Ahh," Liam nodded. "Did you find anything interesting?"

Lydia seemed hesitant in revealing what she found out, not wanting Liam to think of her any less of what she already is. It was the cold truth, in all honesty. Her eyes almost bulged out while reading the information over and over. She just couldn't come to accept that as a Banshee, she could also cause casualties in Beacon Hills. If any person of the pack were to find out about this before she told them, they would consider her an enemy and stop talking and hanging out with her. Then, Lydia would be a one-man army with nobody to protect her. At least, that's what she thinks.

Liam furrowed his eyebrows and glanced at her with concern. "Lydia?"

When she spoke, she made sure her voice was barely heard by anyone. "I can kill people..." Her eyes were on the table, watching her apple sway back and forth.

It took a while for Liam to understand what she was saying, still not completely in control of his hearing abilities. But when he did, his face was tied in with confusion. "Lydia, what are you talking about?"

"Banshees have the ability to also cause death, is what I'm talking about." Her response came off a little harsh then intended, but nonetheless continued. "I know I haven't showed any signs of wanting to kill people, but I've done research and-" She hands him a paper. "Look, it's all about the different variations of Death Inducement."

"Okay, okay, but I think we have to go over the basics before we go into that." Liam suggested before handing back the paper and picking out what her species is. There were various versions of the information that they needed, but they all seemed similar to each other so that it would guarantee valid results. He cleared his throat and decided to just point out some key details, the paragraphs being way too long to spend time on.

Lydia nodded and rummaged into her bag for a highlighter. Once a green marker was in her hand, she passed it to the beta who thanked her with a small nod.

"So it says that Banshees can predict the death of a family member of one of the five major families: the O'Grady's, O'Brien's, O'Neill's, O'Conner's or the Kavanaghs. But it also states that most Irish families have their own Banshee, and that she wwill usually follow them even if they moved somewhere else. Or they stay where the family once lived to wail." Liam looked at Lydia. "Do you know if you're from Irish descent? Maybe from your parents, grandparents, great-grandparents...?"

She shook her head no. It didn't occur to her that her ethnicity would matter so much to figure out who she really is. All she knew is that she was Lydia Martin, the intelligent, sassy and popular little Banshee of Beacon Hills. Oh, and beautiful. "No, I didn't think about researching about my last name. My mother never mentioned about any cultural heritage that we might have had, neither had my grandmother."

The beta raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off, deciding they'll get to that later. His eyes had wandered randomly around the table, a paper catching his eye. He skimmed through it and a lightbulb went off in his head.

"What if you're from another version similar to the Banshee? Like the Bean Nighe, La Llorona, Pontianak?"

Lydia made a disapproving sound and shook her head. "No, they all have their own stories and we all know I'm a Banshee. They say that in myths and Irish legends, Banshees either have red or long white hair and they take the form of beautiful woman or ugly, frightening hags." Her eyes dangerously narrowed at him. "I have red hair and I'm beautiful."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean it can prove everything." Liam pointed out. "Looks doesn't have to be about everything, Lydia."

The strawberry-blonde huffed and rolled her eyes, but moves on. "Whatever."

"Anyways, it also says that the legends and stories about Banshees date back all the way to the eighth century, probably way before werewolves existed."

"Probably. I didn't get the chance to review on that topic yet."

"Alright," He hummed and highlighted another important detail, one that appears in almost all prints Lydia got last night. "You are in the Faery grouping, spelled with an e or an i, it doesn't really matter."

"Yeah, I had a hunch it was true. In most papers that I printed, it said that I was part of a fairy grouping, which now leads us to our next topic: Clíodhna. Queen of the Banshees." Lydia almost smirked, feeling proud of the statement she issued. Of course, Liam noticed this and sighed.

"Go on, start bragging about how special you feel now that you know about a queen who rules the Banshees."

Lydia pursed her lips and pretended to act like she didn't know what he was talking about. "You're crazy. I don't even know what you're talking about."

Liam managed a small smile and shook his head. "The Clíodhna is a subgrouping of Tuatha Dé Danann, which forms half of the Celtic Deity. The other half being of Gaulish/Brythonic, but you're not related to it so we can we skip it. It's said that in some Irish legends, Clíodhna is the goddess of beauty and love."

"Okay, but does the subgrouping of Clíodhna have any associations in it?"

"Yeah," Liam circled the list of associations. "Banshee Physiology, Fear Inducement, Love Manipulation and Supernatural Beauty. Although this doesn't seem to fit in with the myths and legends, you know?"

"Those are myths and legends from way back from the old days. This is the modern world. I'm pretty sure we have discovered a more complex idea of what Banshees are today while retaining most of the original details." Lydia raised an eyebrow and took the paper from his hands. She looked at the sheet and formed another connection. "Hold on. They might not fit in with the myths and legends, but they do somehow fit in with the Banshee Physiology."

"How?"

"Look back on Fear Inducement. Do you notice anything relating to what I said earlier? About me...killing, um, people..." Lydia gulped and tried to stay calm, regretting what she said because she could feel hot tears clouding her eyes now. She hurriedly wipes them away with her wrist, but Liam catches her and tries to console her.

"Lydia, damn it, not this again. Okay, you technically aren't a killer but-"

"Whatever, I'm fine!" Her breaths are shaky and she forces all urge of crying down her throat. Lydia Martin was not going to break down about something she knows isn't proven yet. Hopefully, never. "Anyways, do you notice anything or no?"

The beta reluctantly looks back and slowly nods. "Yeah, kind of..."

Lydia groans and rolls her eyes. "Well, what is it? We don't have all day!"

"Um, we're going over to Deaton's later..."

"Doesn't matter."

"Okay, okay," He sighs, finding her a bit obnoxious to work with right now. How the hell did he get into this? Maybe he should've stayed out of this when he could. "It says something about Killing Intent- to control one's own killing intent and use it to intimidate the victims."

"Exactly. Which relates to Death Inducement...somehow." The banshee made a small gesture to what she was saying and nods.

"Okay, so that's one down. What about Love Manipulation?"

"You said that Clíodhna is referred to as the goddess of love and beauty. And so if Clíodhna is a Banshee, then there has to be a connection right?"

Lydia had gotten up from her seat and began to pace around, searching for distant answers and forgetting that she was in a public place and not in her room or at Deaton's. Liam simply watched her go back and forth, frustration getting to her. He didn't understand why she was making a big deal out of it. If he was in her position, he knew he would always ask his fellow werewolves about this kind of information about him, knowing that either Scott or Derek or both would aid him about control. But that's when it struck like a lightning bolt- Lydia barely had anyone who would be of much use to her in this kind of expertise. Of course, there was Deaton but he wasn't like her and it occurred to him that Lydia just needed another person like her who was more experienced.

There's Meredith Walker, though Liam wasn't sure if she had the necessary training on controlling her inner banshee. That said, he barely even knows her and she doesn't know him.

Liam mentally sighed and by the looks of Lydia, he decides to stick with this and help her discover what she can truly do, until she is fine on her own.

"I just think it seems confusing that the love thing doesn't seem to have any connection towards Banshee Physiology. Never mentions anything about Love, just in the myths and legends surrounding Clíodhna." The beta replied.

Lydia thought for a minute before agreeing with him. Up to this moment, nothing made perfect sense. It was a puzzle, just one more piece and everything will be clearer now. "Forget it. Let's save for later."

"Alright, last but not least, Supernatural Beauty. Um..." Liam deeply focused on the writing before spotting a key detail, something that he sincerely hopes Lydia won't break down once more because he had just had enough of it. He believes that she isn't a killer, only that she merely warns of death. Both statements were completely different on definition; something Lydia should've known by now. "Uh, promise me you won't start bawling again?"

Lydia narrowed her eyes at him, arms crossed and head tilted slightly. "Liam..."

"Just...promise, okay?"

"Err...fine. What Is it?"

Liam sucked in a huge amount of air and exhaled, preparing for the worst. "It's connected to Fear Inducement and Love Manipulation, but the more confusing part is that the Love thingy doesn't even make sense anymore so-" He saw the strawberry-blonde's expression and shushed her with his hand sticking in front of her, still speaking and not risking letting her scream in fear...Oh, the irony. Sort of. "So...so...so I'm confused."

After a second or two, Lydia suddenly slaps his hand out of the way and angrily huffs at him. "First of all, you don't just stick your werewolf hand in front of my face when I want to speak, alright?"

"O-o-oh, I thought...I thought you were going to-"

"To cry?" She finished his answer for him. "I wasn't."

"Really?" The poor werewolf sounded too hopefully for his own good.

Lydia smiled sweetly, then glowered down at him, making him shrink back into his seat. "No, stupid." She sighed and looked at him, pitying him all of the sudden. Lydia sat back down and crossed her legs together. "But thank you, anyways. It kind of helped."

Liam managed a tiny smile and nodded. "No problem."

Lydia was about to thank him for putting up with her and the whole Banshee scandal when she felt a presence next to her, followed by a rustling of her papers pushed against her space. She looked on her left and sighed when she saw it was Stiles.

Stiles sent her a cheeky grin and then noticed Liam, a surge of jealousy fuming behind his eyes. He felt doleful at the sight of the two together, talking like they've known each other for a long time and had a really close connection. Close enough to compare to Lydia and him. But he has Malia, is what he's repeating in his head, like a mantra. It's just not enough for him.

Plus, what would Lydia want with a guy like Liam? Not that Stiles didn't like him or anything, he just doesn't get it. But he eventually lets it go for his own sake (and because Liam and Malia could get his scent right away), and decides to peek at whatever their doing.

The rest of the pack arrive at the table and Stiles fills his mouth with mashed potatoes, picking up a random paper and studying it. Lydia rolled her eyes and begins to stuff the mess of sheets in her folder. She glances at Liam and he silently nods, knowing their conversation will go on at Deaton's.

"Banshee Physiology...interesting." Stiles hands the paper back to Lydia. "Trying to go more in depth about yourself?"

She nodded in response. "Yeah, just some research. Nothing interesting."

"I'm available if you need any help with that," He smiled sincerely. "Kind of experienced in mythology, if I do say so myself."

Lydia nodded in gratitude. "Thanks, Stiles."

"Why would you help Lydia about her Banshee thing?" Malia's voice echoed behind them as she sat right in between the two. "It's her problem, anyways. In the wild, it's different."

Stiles sighed in exasperation, and Lydia got the hint that he must've had this conversation with her many times. "You're living the human life and for us, helping other people is good and nice."

"Yeah, but what's there to learn about Banshees? We all know they scream when someone is about to die or already has. Big deal. Plus, not a really useful thing to have around." The werecoyote shrugs.

Then Stiles goes on to blabbering at her about what she said and how that was not really nice. Malia scowles but listens. They're having another conversation again.

Lydia feels like crumbling down to the floor, ignoring everyone and convincing herself that maybe Malia is right. What if everything she's doing is a waste of time? Maybe there really is no such thing as powers for Banshees after all. All she could do was scream. And for what? By the time her screams echo throughout Beacon Hills, it's too late. Someone's already dead. And all because of her, because she couldn't warn everyone that someone was going to die in time.

Maybe she should just stop.

Later, she would throw all her 5 hour research in the trash after school and cancel the meeting at Deaton's.

"So...how was everyone's day?" Scott asked, trying to lift up the heavy silence and occasionally glancing at Stiles and Malia, still in talk with each other.

"Great. Just great." Lydia plastered on a fake smile and forced all the words out of her throat, putting up a facade that everything was alright.

Scott didn't buy it for one second.

"You're seriously not thinking about throwing everything out, are you?"

Liam, who was following her to her locker after running into her right after the last bell rung, frowned and surveyed her expression, trying to see if she was lying or not. He would sniff her as well, but the look on her face told him to back off unless he wanted another slap.

"I don't know, okay? Maybe I should." Lydia shrugged and worked on the locker combination. "Why would you care if I threw it away or not, anyways? It's not your problem."

"It's not, but I'd like to help you with it." Liam leaned against another locker next to her, looking at her nonchalantly. "And why would you care about what someone else says about you?"

"Why do you want to help me?" She ignored his question. "You're not a Banshee. You wouldn't understand everything." Her eyes drifted to the folder she was carrying, but Liam took it away from her in an instant.

The werewolf understood her every word and although they weren't close friends, he already knew what she's going through and the struggles. Liam knew that he couldn't aid her in everything, but makes an attempt to do so for a member of the pack, who might soon become a good friend.

"You're right, I'm not and I wouldn't. But I do know that all of this must be hard for you, especially when you don't have anyone of your kind to guide you through it."

Lydia rolls her eyes, gazing back at him, chartreuse to a medium azure. "I've got Meredith. She's a Banshee."

"Then why didn't you go to her first?"

"I couldn't find her anywhere. I thought she would've been at Eichen, but she would never go back. So-"

"Liar," Liam said, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, my heart was steady that time!" Lydia defended herself, again lying even though he already knows. But she was being a bit playful, so he lets it go. "There's also Deaton."

"But he can't help you through everything like me or anyone else. I just want to help you know who you are because I care for the most part. You're part of the pack and a friend." Liam looks at her and hopes his sweet and cliche words got to her so that she would agree with him and not back down.

The strawberry-blonde blinks and shuts her locker, putting on her denim jacket with slightly bejeweled shoulder pads and walks down the hallway towards the exit. "For the most part? That's nice."

"You know what I mean."

Lydia treated him to a blithely smile and opened the door of her Ford, gracefully sliding in the passenger seat. The door was left open and she glanced at him. "But what if it doesn't work? What if I end up in a ritual that might leave me dead and with no answers? Then at that point, I should've thrown the papers away in a flash."

"It'll work, okay? What could go wrong?" Liam said.

"Oh, great, you just jinxed it. Now you'll have to buy me a soda before I die." Lydia deadpaned before closing the door. She gestured for the beta to get in the car and started the engine.

"I can only spare two dollars." Liam replied while shutting the door next to him.

"I want a Sprite."

He groans. "Fine."

They speed off to the nearest convenient store in Beacon Hills.

Thanks to everyone who viewed/reviewed/favorited and/or followed my story! Just realized this story will not be a two-shot after all :) Credit goes to , Superpower Wiki, Wikipedia and a few other sites that I accidentally deleted in my History browser for all stuff on Banshees, Clíodhna, Celtic Deity, and other things you guys might have spotted in the story!

Note: Last chapter, I believe I said that Banshees come from the Otherworld. I actually meant the Underworld, so forgive me for any confusion.

Psst! While writing this chapter, I think I just discovered something really big while going through information on Banshees that I might reveal next chapter. I don't know if it's going to be in Season 5 of Teen Wolf, because I think they never mentioned why Lydia wrote Stiles' name on the deadpool. *spoiler alert*

Anyways, enough blabbering. See you guys next time!