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"Nymphs?" Dr. Deaton asked, quirking an eyebrow to look at Stiles, Scott, and Isaac. "I must say, I'm surprised. I never suspected that nymphs would be your first supernatural discovery. Can I ask what brought this about?"

"There's this girl," Isaac said. "We think she might be a nymph, a celestial nymph."

"I'll assume this came about in Stiles research on druids and darachs," Dr. Deaton replies.

"Yeah, I came across a serial killer from Washington who was doing sacrifices and threatening a girl, who he called his 'nymph.' He was killing people using the three-fold murder style, that's apparently a lot more popular than I thought it was," Stiles interjected.

"Oh, I know exactly who you are talking about," Dr. Deaton said. "So, I'll assume you know the girl is Miss Gale d'le Celeste Finstock."

"Wait, how do you even know this?" Scott asked.

"In my line of work, we keep tabs on people like him," Dr. Deaton said. "Even more so on their targets, like her."

"Nymphs, you mean?" Isaac asked.

"Exactly. Rogue druids, or darachs if you will, often target nymphs. Their are four basic classifications: underworld, water, land, and celestial. Though most nymphs are combinations of each of these," Dr. Deaton stated. "Regardless, for a druid to become a darach, they must kill an underworld nymph."

"Why just underworld nymphs though?" Scott questioned.

"Underworld nymphs are the manifestation of the spirit of natural balance: death and life, darkness and light. Killing an underworld nymph disconnects the druid from balance; it's an extremely serious crime."

"Okay, so our darach killed an underworld nymph, what are they doing now?" Stiles asked.

"There are a variety of different reasons for a darach to be killing or making sacrifices," Dr. Deaton says. "But for now, I'll just focus on the nymph aspects. You see, nymphs, as I've said, are human manifestations of spirits of nature. Killing a nymph is like forcing a part of nature to submit to the druid, rather than a druid working with or under the powers of nature. Darachs force balance to submit to them, so that they may use magic that doesn't necessarily work towards balance. Then killing each kind of nymph amplifies that power. It is possible that our darach is working to gain that kind of power."

"This sounds really systematized; I don't like it," Stiles said.

"It's more than a system," Dr. Deaton explained. "It's a tradition. Human can't be turned into nymphs; a nymph is always born that way. Always. In ancient times, druids often killed nymphs to maintain balance or disrupt it for the good of their villages. Eventually, the nymph bloodline stopped telling its descendants that they were nymphs to protect them. For years, we thought they had all been killed off."

"But they aren't," Scott interjected. "And we need to know about them."

"I'm getting there, Scott. You have to be patient. To understand the darach's possible interest in Gale, you have to know why people kill nymphs and how," Dr. Deaton chided. "Darach's had a process of gaining power in which they systematically killed nymphs to make themselves more powerfully, but it wasn't just killing nymphs. They had to kill an underworld nymph first to become a darach. Then they make sacrifices to make themselves worthy to kill a water nymph; that process repeats itself, killing next a land and finally a celestial nymph. Each nymph has to be killed by their own element for a darach to properly take their power. An underworld nymph, a entity of balance, would be killed by a lack of balance, like falling. Water nymphs, by drowning. Land nymphs, by burying in the ground. And celestial, by pure asphyxiation. The darach at that point is close to all powerful. There's much more to it, but that is the bare bones of the system."

"Okay, so do you think that our darach is going after Gale?" Isaac asked.

"To be honest, no. The pattern of killings don't indicate that. I think there are bigger more terrifying reasons for the killings and sacrifices," Dr. Deaton said.

"Alright, so the darach doesn't know or doesn't care about our nymph," Stiles said. "But what about the alphas? Are they going to go after her?"

"Most likely not," Scott says. "I mean she isn't really important to any of us, and she generally just stays out of everyone's way. I think it will be fine."

"Scott is right. An alpha pack is very unlikely to care to about a nymph," Dr. Deaton stated.

"So that's one less person to worry about protecting," Stiles said with relief.

"Whoa, who said anything about not protecting her? If anyone goes after her or any other student for that matter, shouldn't be protect them?" Isaac said with a small flash of his eyes. "Besides, Gale could be a really powerful ally. We watch after Lydia because she's something; shouldn't we watch even more closely to Gale because we know Gale is something, and we know what that something is."

Stiles starts to babble an explanation, but Isaac's glare and Scott's smirk quickly stop those attempts.

"Boys, this argument isn't going to solve anything. Yes, Gale is a nymph. What you should be concerned with, is how you can get her on your side? Nymphs are powerful, celestials more so than the rest. You want her on your side," Deaton chides them.

"Does she know she's a nymph?" Scott asks.

"I can't answer that one. I know that she is, but I don't know if she knows. You're best bet of getting her involved is somehow getting her into your group. You boys are in cross country with her, talk to her. Introduce yourselves. With the way the alphas are behaving, she's bound to find out about werewolves if she's around your little pack."

"Okay, so how do we do that?" Scott asked.

"We can start by paying her and our dear coach a special visit this fine evening," Stiles said with a smirk. "I'm sure Coach would be happy to see us."

"What are you idiots doing on my front porch? It's six p.m. on a Friday. Don't you have lives?" Coach Finstock barked at the three boys standing sheepishly in front of him. "Please don't tell me one of you is here is see Gale."

"Actually, we're here to see you-" Scott started.

"Oh don't give me that; I can see through your hormonally stenched, little lies," Coach yelled. "Gale some friends of yours are here. Stop bringing strays home; one pet is enough."

"What? I didn't have any friends coming over," Gale says walking out from, what they assume is, the kitchen holding a water bottle.

Her long champagne hair pulled up into a high tail, her lean body clad in wine red halter leotard with white tights covering her long lean legs and a small sheer skirt over it. Isaac can smell, more than see, a small sheen of sweat covering most of her flesh; she must have been practicing her routine. Her scent is so strong, and Isaac just wants to inhale all of it. She smells so purely Gale, and Isaac could get lost in that scent for days. He's pulled out of his thoughts as her soft voice rings out.

"Oh, hi, guys. Did you need something?"

"Yeah, we needed some help on our physics homework. Harris always said, you're the go-to girl," Stiles lied smoothly.

"Oh, yeah, no problem. Let me go change out of my dance clothes, then we can start," Gale said kindly.

"Alright, I'll let this happen, but you mouth-breathers better be gone when I get back tonight, or you won't live through the next practice for the meet," Coach said sternly, stepping out of the doorway and ushering the boys inside.

"Of course, daddy. Just go finish getting ready. I got it all under control."

As soon as her dad left the room, Gale turned to them, "Sorry, about my dad. He's a little-"

"Insane? Overbearing? Crazy? Weird?" Stiles shot at her.

"I was going to say protective, but I guess if you'd prefer one of those." Her voice trailed off. Isaac and Scott could smell the awkward. "I'm just going to go change right now; please make yourselves at home."

As soon as she had left the room, Isaac punched Stiles arm, "Ow, Isaac, what the fuck?!"

"You can't just rag on her dad like that to her. She likes her dad, you know. That was super awkward for her," Isaac explained.

A small 'oh' slipped out of Stiles mouth, as Scott snickered at the exchange. Soon, the boys had seated themselves around a small table near the kitchen. They pulled out the homework they had brought just for this encounter. (Isaac will be honest, he actually does need the help with physics.)

"How do we even bring it up?" Scott whispers to them.

"Yeah, it's not like we can ask her about being a nymph flat out," Isaac added. Both teens looking to Stiles for the answers.

"How am I supposed to know? I got us this far? Can't you two do anything?" Stiles attempted to whisper as his arms flailed wildly.

Before either of them could respond, Gale had walked into the room. Instead of a leotard and tights, Gale is wearing a large beige sweater over a pair of burgundy pants. "Alright, what part do you guys need help on? I know inertia and momentum can be pretty difficult stuff, but there's a lot of pieces that could be causing you trouble."

Gale sits herself next to Isaac, across from Scott and Stiles, at the rectangular table. She sets down her notebooks, and opens one of them to the notes from today's class, along with the homework already completed. Isaac's notebook is already open. He turned to her, fuck, she's so close to him, and quickly started asking a question. Anything to keep his mind from thinking too much about her.

The four of them are actually working diligently on physics. Gale was in the middle of explaining with large hand motions and easy to understand analogies, when Coach walked in.

"Alright, Gale, I'm off. I'll be back later tonight. Call me if anything happens, okay?"

He placed a small kiss on the top of her head before turning to the boys, "I'll murder you three idiots if something happens, you got it?"

"Just go, dad. Everything will be fine. Have fun!" Gale said with a large grin, pushing her dad towards the door. "Don't stay out too late; you have morning practice tomorrow."

"Where's he going?" Stiles asked.

"Tonight is date night, actually," Gale spoke nonchalantly.

"WHAT?" Stiles shouted. "Your dad? Wait, how? Who?"

"Stiles!" Scott scolded, elbowing his side.

"Yeah, my dad has a girlfriend," Gale retorted, her eyes narrowing at Stiles. "Anyways, back to inertia."

Gale's body language obviously said to drop the subject of her dad's girlfriend. She looked tense and awkward, as she began explaining once again. Isaac has never understood physics as well as he does right now. It's probably because he's hanging on to every word she says, like it's the only thing keeping him alive. Before he even realizes it, they've been working for well over an hour, and he's almost done with the assigned homework.

"Oh, wow, it's already seven. Do you guys want to stay for dinner? I was going to order in some Chinese if that's okay with you guys?"

All the boys quickly nod. "That sounds really great; thank you," Isaac said softly.

Gale leaves the room for a brief moment, before returning with a phone and a take-out menu. The four of them decided quickly on what to order, and soon they're back to finishing the last of their physics homework.

Isaac's in the middle of a question the doorbell rings, and Gale is out of her seat before Scott and Stiles can even shout a 'Yes! Food!'

They can hear her talking to the delivery boy. Obviously someone she's know, not that Isaac was eavesdropping or anything.

"This is a lot more than your usual order, Gale. Got some friends over?"

"Yeah, a few friends from school came over. We're having a physics party."

"Oh, yeah, cool. Which friends? Are they in your physics class?"

"It's just Scott, Stiles, and Isaac."

"Those three losers? The only reason, that I could see you around any of those three, would be dating one of them? Any of them your boyfriend? Which one-"

"Jeeze, what are you my dad?"

"I'm just worried about you. I don't want some stupid boy to break your heart. You know, you could always just go on a-"

Isaac and Scott can smell the boy's obvious attraction to Gale, but they can also smell Gale's obvious discomfort and lack of attraction back towards him. Isaac stands up, and he walks to the door. "Gale, do you need any help with the food?"

"Oh yeah, that would be great, Isaac. Thank you!"

The delivery boy quickly shoves a box containing several boxes of food into Isaac's hands, before turning to get the rest from the car. Gale mouthed a 'thank you' to Isaac with a small smile. When the he returned back to the door, Isaac had made sure he was standing pretty close to Gale and smiling down at her. Isaac knew what it looked like, and he could smell the jealousy oozing out of the young man's skin.

"That everything?" Gale asks politely. The man nods, and Gale hands him the cash. "Keep the change," she said as she closed the door.

"I totally forgot he was working tonight," Gale sighed, leaning herself against the door.

"You know him?"

"Yeah, I try not to order when he's working. He may or may not have asked me out once, and I may or may not have turned him down. Needless to say, Adam doesn't take rejection well."

"Adam, as in, the senior Adam? As in the baseball player Adam? As in the worst person to date at Beacon Hills High School Adam?" Isaac asked, arching an eyebrow with a smug smirk.

"Yes, that Adam. I'm guessing you didn't recognize him with the glasses and uniform?" Gale said laughing.

The two walked to the kitchen, setting the food down on one of the counters. Isaac watched as she quickly organized all the food, into something akin to a buffet then grabbed a few plates and forks. "Scott! Stiles! Get some food!"

She moved out the way, as two barreled into the room. Gale had this small smirk, like that was exactly what she expected. Isaac laughed a little catching her gaze. When Scott and Stiles walked away, plates full, Gale and Isaac went to making their own plates. Soon the four of them were eating in front of the television, watching some show Stiles suggested. Isaac didn't care, he was too busy watching Gale as she ate her food, sitting next to him.

Gale looked comfortable, at home, and Isaac decided he liked this Gale better than the one at school. The one that was always looking over her shoulder or sitting quietly in class or out running all of them in cross country.

Scott is the first to break the silence other than the show, "You know, I don't think I've ever been able to understand any physics until today, so thank you Gale."

Stiles quickly exclaims in agreement, his mouth full of food, and Gale just quietly laughs at him, "No problem, guys. I'm happy to help."

"Do you want to be a teacher or something? Because that is a career path you should definitely consider," Stiles joked.

"Haha, but no, I want to be a writer, actually."

"Really? That's actually pretty cool," Scott said. "Like fiction or journalism or magazine?"

"Fiction definitely at some point, but I think I'd want to work at a magazine for sometime. You know like, writing fashion or make-up. I don't know, something really girly and boring to you guys, probably."

They all laugh, and soon the food is finished and so is that dumb show Stiles put on.

"Well, I think I'd better go. I want to be home make sure my dad eats something healthy," Stiles said standing up. "Isaac? Scott?"

Scott agrees, something about book he wants to finish, but Isaac, "Actually, I have a few more questions I'd like some help on, if you don't mind, Gale."

"Not at all," Gale said from her spot next to Isaac, flashing him a kind smile.

Stiles and Scott gathered their things, gave a quick thanks, and left. Gale stood up to take their plates back. Isaac could hear her washing them, so he walked in and grabbed a towel sitting by the sink.

"I'll dry?" he asked.

Gale gave him a nod and handed him a plate. Soon everything was washed, and they were back to sitting on the couch. They were both leaning their bodies sideways against the back, the two facing each other.

"So..." Isaac trailed off.

"That motorcycle in the hallways, huh?"

"Yeah, that was a thing that happened. Aiden and Ethan locked me in a janitor's closet, so we made a move to get back at them."

"Sorry, Isaac. That sucks that they did that to you, but the whole bike thing was hilarious to me. Oh, and that front flip over Aiden was very, very impressive," Gale said with a small sly smile.

Isaac smiled back, leaning himself a little closer to her. "How impressive?"

Gale leaned a little closer, "Extremely."

Their lips only inches apart, their eyes lost in one another's, "Meow."

A small calico cat, now sat between Isaac and Gale. "Oh, Isaac, this is Robin. Robin, this is Isaac."

The cat peered up at Isaac, meowing once again. Then she purred contently, curling herself in Gale's lap.

After the introduction, Isaac and Gale were both blushing and forcing themselves to look anywhere but each other.

"About that one question we didn't finish," Isaac started.

"Oh yeah, of course," Gale replied.