Firstly, I want to apologize for this chapter being up a day late. Yesterday was my first day back for the Spring semester and I was so tired when I got home that I didn't want to write. That's why I took a break and relaxed and wrote before I went to bed. So here is the next chapter and I really like how it came out. Secondly, I want to thank everyone who read this chapter, who favorited this story, and all those who review. Please don't stop I love them and that's partly what keeps me going. So please review. Ok here's the next chapter.

Rachel got up and ready for school her mind moving a mile a minute of what she found the night before. "Good morning," Scott yawned as he came down the stairs followed by Isaac.

"Hey if you stayed up, we went back last night," Scott laughed as she looked at him funny.

"You went back? Why?"

"Well Stiles and I felt that there were a lot of unsolved questions so after dropping you off we got back in the jeep and went right back to the reserve.

"What was in the reserve?" Isaac spoke up.

"This car wreck from eight years ago nothing too big. What did you find?" she returned her attention to Scott showed her a picture of the coyote den. "A coyote den?"

"Look what's in the den," he spoke up pointing at the jacket. "That's Malia's jacket, she's stuck in the coyote's body," he said semi-excited.

"So you found where she is living?"

"We did…however, she is probably moving now," Scott said scratching the back of his head.

"Why?"

"Can someone tell me what is going on?" Isaac shouted as Rachel and Scott looked at him. Rolling her eyes she grabbed the keys from the table and walked for the door.

"I'll see you two at school," she sighed before leaving them alone. Starting the car she stared at the house and pulled out of the driveway. Rachel drove in silence and pulled into the school parking lot, in the same spot she always pulled into, right next to Stiles' jeep.

"Took you long enough," he joked.

"I would of been here sooner, if Scott didn't tell me you two went back after dropping me off."

"Sorry about that," he laughed grabbing her hand as they walked for the school.

"Rachel," Camden spoke up causing her to stop and look around.

"You ok?"

"I thought I heard someone call my name," she smiled still nervous to speak up. Stiles nodded and walked with her to her locker. "So did Mr. Yukimura give homework?" Stiles looked at her strangely.

"Usually I'm asking you that question? Are you sure you're ok?"

"Stiles I'm fine, just…I don't know what's going on. Seeing things maybe," she said drifting off.

"Seeing what?" Stiles spoke up grabbing her attention as she looked at him oddly.

"What?"

"You said you were seeing things. Like what?"

"Just….nightmares," she lied kissing him. "I'll be fine, I promise," she laughed. They walked into Mr. Yukimura's class and sat in there normal seats. Kira walked past and Rachel turned from Stiles.

"Kira, right?" she spoke up as Kira looked at her funny.

"Yes," she said slightly excited, "and you are Rachel Lahey?"

"Yep, I was wondering something about what you said about that bardo thing yesterday?"

"I know as much as I said yesterday," she shrugged apologetic.

"Oh, ok."

"I did do some research though, but I was going to give it to your friend…Scott," she said with a smile as Rachel smiled back trying not to laugh.

"Well if you ever have time, wanna get a coffee?"

"Yeah, sure," she smiled before walking away.

"What was that about?" Stiles whispered as Rachel looked at him funny.

"What? I can't make new friends?" she pouted leaning over before kissing him. "Besides, she's kind of cool," she laughed as Stiles looked over Rachel's shoulder watching Kira charge Scott as he laughed.

"Yeah," he chuckled just as Mr. Yukimura walked past them.

"Ok, the bell has rung please take your seats," Mr. Yukimura shouted over the chatting class. "Last we left off we were discussing the American Constitution. Who would like to read? Mr. Stilinski?" Rachel looked at Stiles slightly nervous unaware if he could still read.

"Um…how about give someone else a turn," Stiles said slowly and nervous as Rachel let out a soft sigh.

"I can read," she spoke up as Mr. Yukimura sarcastically smiled at her.

"Thank you, Miss Lahey, but everyone has to participate in my class to get a decent grade and I picked Mr. Stilinski, so come on up," he said ponying at Stiles who looked at Rachel nervously. He stood behind the podium and looked at the open text book, while Rachel began biting her thumb. After a few moments he began to sway and looked as if he was on the brink of a panic attack.

"Stiles," Rachel said softly slowly standing.

"Stiles," Scott repeated doing the same as Rachel. They both grabbed him and looked at Mr. Yukimura. "We'll take him to the nurses' office," he said as Mr. Yukimura nodded and watched the three teens leave his class. They rushed Stiles down the hall and walked into the boys bathroom, Rachel ignored the smell and focused on Stiles who clamped onto the sink.

"Look at you, your just as much of a wreck as him," Camden said standing next to her holding her wrist. "How can you watch over your boyfriend when your going mad yourself. You know this isn't you missing me. It's exactly what…what's his name…Deaton said? Your mind is open letting me escape becoming part of your world. I'm not haunting you no. Far from it actually. I'm watching my sister….go crazy one hallucination after the next. I love you…I mean….It."

"Shut up!" she shouted as Camden vanished letting her hand go. She grabbed it rubbing it slowly before looking up at Scott and Stiles. Scott looked confused at the both of them before going back to helping Stiles.

"Count my fingers," he said as Stiles leaned off the sink. "One….two…come on count."

"Three…four," Stiles spoke up as Scott slowly put one finger up at a time. "Ten…" he said before his breathing became normal and he sat down in the corner. AS Scott and Stiles talked Rachel stood in the back once again in a battle with herself whether to speak up or not.

"I have something to say," she finally spoke up as both boys looked at her. "I don't know how to say this," she panted grabbing her chest as her breath became short.

"What?" Stiles spoke up unable to hear her.

"I guess I should start with…why I wanted to speak with Deaton."

"You know, I have been wanting to ask you that," Scott pointed at her as she bit her lip. Afraid to speak up she continued to bite her lip until a small stream of blood poured out. She gasped before rinsing her mouth. "I've been seeing Camden," she said looking at their reflections in the mirror.

"Who?" Stiles barked thinking she was actually cheating on him.

"My brother," she sighed, "Camden…"

"He's dead," Scott said squinting his eyes in confusion.

"I know, but you three aren't the only ones with an 'open door'," she said using air quotes. "The night you bit me, I went into what Deaton is calling Super unconsciousness. I guess my mind can now set whatever wants free because you guys' minds are too, I don't understand it, but my brother keeps coming to me." They stared at her silence for a few minutes.

"And you decide to tell us this now?" Stiles shouted breaking the silence. "You should of told me at least the first time it happened."

"I didn't know what was going on the first time it happened."

"Rachel, you shouldn't of kept this to yourself."

"What was I supposed to say. 'You're not alone, I'm bat-shit crazy too.'," she yelled causing Stiles to cover her mouth. The bell rang and she stared at them. "Fine, I'll find out everything, on my own, as usual," she barked walking past them and down the hall. She walked into Mr. Yukimura's room and grabbed her bag. "He's going to be fine," she tried saying without being angry but it was too late. "I'm sorry I missed your class," she mumbled before going to her next class.

"What happened to you?" Lydia asked looking at Rachel as she left the classroom.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"What the three musketeers get in a fight?"

"Lydia…" she sighed not wanting to lose another ally. "I told them, what's been going on in my life and they got mad, I just need a little time away from them, I give them a couple of hours." Rachel opened her locker and another paper note fell out.

"Another one from Stiles?"

"He must have put it in my locker before class," she sighed.

"Well read it," Lydia pushed her as Rachel shoved the note in her bag.

"I'm made at them, I don't want a love letter to cheer me up." Rachel and Lydia laughed as they walked to their next class. After eating lunch alone she made her way to the police department where she found Sheriff Stilinski rummaging through paper work.

"Rachel," Drake spoke up as she looked at him. "Sheriff Stilinski needs a tagger with the Tate case and well it's all yours if you want it. I mean you did find the car and the file after all," he said as she smiled.

"Really?"

"I don't offer twice," he winked as she hugged him.

"Thank you."

"No problem," he laughed hugging her back. She walked into the Sheriff's office as Drake sighed and slowly walked to the back of the department.

"You wanted a tagger," she smiled sort of having a small clue of what that meant.

"Yes, Drake told me, everything you've done so far for the case, I really need your help. Especially with confronting Tate with this," he sighed placing a closed bear trap on his desk.

"It's not hunting season."

"He's trying to catch the coyote, a runner almost ran into this, this morning," Mr. Stilinski sighed as she nodded and followed him to the police cruiser. Climbing in her smile grew already forgetting what happened between her, Stiles, and Scott.