I ran back to the elevator with Stiles. We needed to wake up Derek.

Stiles' solution was to slap him in the face. "Derek! He yelled. "Derek, come on!"

I rolled my eyes, before focusing on heating my hand up. Then I placed it on his chest. The material of his shirt burned away, making the elevator fill with the acrid scent of smoke. Derek jolted up, grabbing my wrist in a crushing grip and panting.

He looked around. "Where is she?"

"You psycho girlfriend left with Scott's mom." I told him, trying to pull my wrist away.

"She took her?!" He gasped.

"Yeah, and if that's not enough of a kick to the balls, Scott left with Deucalion, okay?" Stiles told him, cold sweat shining on his forehead in the light. "So we gotta get you out of here. The police are coming right now, and we've gotta get you the hell out of here."

I gave up on trying to tug my hand away, instead pulling Derek up with Stiles. "Whoa!" Derek mumbled. "What about Cora?"

"Isaac and Peter got her out, they're meeting up with the Argents." I told him, pulling him to his feet with a grunt. He let go of my wrist and began to stomp out of the metal box and down the hallway.

"Can you two hold the police off while I get Cora?" He asked us.

"Definitely." Stiles assured him. "Go. Hurry!" He pushed the older man, who promptly took off running down the hallway.

"Stiles." I told him, grabbing his upper arm to stop him. "I'm gonna head up to the roof to see if Jennifer might have left any clues behind, okay?"

He nodded. "Yeah, okay." I ran off, back where we had come from. "Be careful!" He yelled after me.

"You too!" I ran up to the roof, searching for something, anything, that might lead us to the missing parents.

There wasn't a single speck of dirt out of place. It was like they'd vanished into thin air. "Come on." I pounded my palm into my temple. "Come on!" There had to be something.

What did we know about the Darach? She was an English teacher. She seemed to have real feelings for Derek. She was desperate to stay alive...

I paused.

She was an English teacher. A damn good one. So far, she had been poetic when it came to taking Guardians. Stiles' Dad and Scott's Mom. That left two more. Bobby and Allison's father.

Shit. I ran back downstairs and through the hospital. I had to tell Stiles. If we could keep the parents safe, then maybe she wouldn't be able to perform the sacrifice.

I ran as fast as I could, skidding on the marble floor every time I passed a corner. I chose to disregard the elevators, preferring to take the stairs. I quickly ran down to the first floor, bursting out the doors and heading to the reception desk. Once again, I skidded when I past the last corner. "Stiles?" I gasped out, before crashing into a body, I looked up and saw a man in his mid-forties. He seemed familiar. "You're not Stiles." I frowned. "Screw off."

He frowned at me, but turned to Stiles. "Is he drinking again?"

Stiles narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean, again? He never had to stop?" He glanced at me.

Were they talking about the Sheriff?

"No." The man nodded. "But he did have to slow down." His uniform read FBI. Shit. "Is he drinking like he used to?"

"Okay, how about next time I see him I'll give him a field sobriety test." Stiles glared at him. "We'll do the alphabet, start with F, end with U."

The man smirked. "How about you just tell us what the hell happened here." He suggested.

I rolled my eyes. "We don't have a freaking clue what happened here this freaking genius," I gestured to Stiles with my hand. "had the amazing idea to go inside the elevators in the middle of a huge storm." Then I turned to him and folded my arms. "I don't have a clue who the hell you think you are, but for whatever reason you feel threatened by the Sheriff, you have no reason to take it out on his son." I glared at him.

He glared back. "I'm a Federal agent, I would do you some good to show me some respect!"

My nostrils flared and my palms heated up. "I'll show you respect when you've done something respectful!"

He narrowed his eyes at me. "I've saved lives!"

Then I gave him a sinister grin. "I bet you've taken them too." Walked right into that one.

His eyebrows flew up to his hairline and he actually took a step back. He clenched his jaw, before turning back to Stiles. "Did either of you write the name on the elevator?"

Stiles looked up at him. "What name?"

"Argent."

I cursed.

"Call Allison." Stiles told me as I whipped out my phone.

"On it." I nodded, searching my contacts.

"Wait!" I heard the FBI agent shout. "Where are you going?"

Neither of us responded, hurrying out to the parking lot and into Stiles' jeep. Then I frowned. "Wait, what happened to your baseball bat?"

He sighed. "It shattered when I tried to brain the twins with it."

I let out a bark of laughter, despite the situation. "And such was the fall of Batman." Allison picked up the call.

"Phina?" She asked. "Look, I'm sorry. I really can't talk right now-"

"The Darach is after your father." I told her, glancing at Stiles. "Can Stiles and I meet up with you at your place?"

There was a pause. "Sure."

The drive to her apartment was tortuously long and silent. I couldn't help but feel a little selfish when the thought 'at least Bobby is safe' crossed my mind.

When the Stiles pulled over -a little harshly, but I chose not to comment on it- I hopped out of the car quickly, speeding towards the front doors and pressing the buzzer labeled Argent. We were immediaty let in, and I strode towards the stairwell, when Stiles grabbed my hand and held me back.

"Are you gonna tell them?" He asked me, concern filling his pools of whiskey. "About what you are?"

I paused for a minute, clenching my jaw. "I think I don't really have a choice." I felt him squeeze my hand.

"You don't have to, Bright eyes." He told me, voice laced with worry.

Yes I did. The truck that T-boned my Mom hadn't just been a hit and run. There had been a fleur de lis carved on the hood of her car.

I swallowed, shaking my head sadly, before tugging my hand from his grip. Then, without saying a word, I took off up the stairs, before arriving at the forth floor and pushing my way through the doors and into the hallway, before approaching the Argents' door.

Somewhere in this universe, my Mom was screaming.

I took a deep breath, ignoring Stiles' meaningful look, before wrapping mu knuckles on the door. It opened it five seconds, revealing the face of Chris Argent.

I've seen you in my nightmares. I wanted to tell him.

"Stiles." He nodded. "You must be Seraphina." He told me.

I tried smiling, I'm pretty sure that it only came out as a grimace. "Must I?" I strode in past him, seeing Allison standing behind him. She was holding a bow.

"How do you know?" She asked me. "About the Darach?"

Honesty should never be frowned upon. "She tried to slit Lydia's throat, so I burned her hand and suffocated her in one of the Hospital elevators."

She raised an eyebrow at me as Stiles and her father met us in the hallway. "How?"

I shared one last look with Stiles, before I threw the metaphorical shit into the fan. "I'm a Djinn." I deadpanned.

The effect was instantaneous. Chris Argent swept his daughter behind him with one hand, while the other seemingly conjured a gun out of thin air at pointed it it me.

"Dad!" Allison protested.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Stiles yelled in rapid succession, actually coming to stand in front of me, blocking the hunters view of me. "Do we really have to do do this? The whole killing, shooting in the head thing?" He flailed his arms about. "You guys were doing so well."

"Stiles, get out of the way." Argent told him lowly. "You shouldn't be protecting her."

I grabbed the fabric of Stiles' plaid shirt, trying to tug him behind me. He swatted my hand away. "Actually I think I really should. Be-because I really don't want you to sh-shoot her. That-that would not be very hospitable. Like, at all." He stammered.

"She's a demon." I heard Argent grit out. "She would kill us all, given the chance."

"Dad!" Allison yelled sharply. "Dad, she is my friend." I saw Stiles' frame slump in relief, and I shoved him away to see Allison standing in front of her Father. "Dad, she hasn't hurt anyone. We're not killing her. She's sixteen years old!"

"We have no way of knowing that she hasn't killed yet." Her father told her through his teeth.

"I'm pretty sure that the last time someone burned to death in this town it was because of you guys. not her." I closed my eyes, cursing Stiles' lack of a verbal filter.

"Look." I said shakily, holding my my hands up. "I'm trying to help you guys defeat the Darach and the Alphas. I have no intention of killing anyone but them, I swear." The gun didn't move. "My Mom raised me better than that. She was called Adea Blackwood, you might have heard of her."

He faltered at that, before reluctantly nodding and putting away his gun. "She helped me put down a Chimaera in Texas once. She was a good woman." He nodded once. "I was sorry to hear about her."

I let out a sigh of relief. Thank God.

"I won't hesitate to put a bullet between your eyes if you ever come close to hurting an innocent." He warned.

"That's perfectly fair." I nodded. "But could we please get back to the whole murderous dark Druid thing?"

"Fine." He relented. "What did you need to tell us?"

"We think the Darach might be after you next." Stiles told him. "Someone wrote your name on one of the elevators."

He shook his head. "No, I don't think so." He opened the door to his office, inviting us in.

Won't you walk into my parlor, said the Spider to the Fly.

He caught his daughters worried look. "The word is Guardian Allison, more than anyone you know that's a roll I haven't been living up to lately."

"But she took Scott's mother and Stiles' father." She reminded him. "That's not a coincidence."

"Yeah I'd also consider the fact that someone put your name up in large block letters on the elevator doors." Stiles added. "That kind of felt like a warning to me."

"I think it might be Morell." Allison admitted. Our guidance counselor? "She knows a lot more than she lets on and she might even be trying to help us."

"Well would it kill her to try a little harder?" I muttered.

"Yeah," Stiles nodded. "Especially since the Lunar Eclipse is less than two freaking nights away!" He slumped down on one of the Chairs, playing with his fingers. I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Stiles." Allison's father said. "Don't give up hope."

Stiles just shook his head. "They could already be dead."

"I don't think so." Argent told him. "There's something about Jennifer's tactics, it's like she's still positioning. Still moving pieces into place."

"And you're one of them." Allison raised her eyebrows at her father. He looked her in the eyes for a moment.

"Then let's not wake around and see the next move." He whipped a small map of Beacon Hills out of thin air, laying it on his desk. "Everything she's done has been on the telluric currents, so," He looked up at us. "Melissa and the Sheriff have to be somewhere on one of those currents, right?" He sighed, glancing at the dejected looking boy next to me. "Stiles. If we're gonna find them, we need your help."

Stiles shook his head. "You seriously wanna go after her?" He asked the hunter. "I mean, what if she just takes you like the others, huh?" He raised his voice slightly. "No offense, but what's the difference between you and them?"

Mr Argent responded by pulling a gun of f one of his desk drawers, he shoved a magazine into it. "I'm carrying a .45." He slammed the magazine in with a snap. I couldn't hold back a flinch. "Maybe she can heal from a shot to the leg and a few slashed to the face, but personally I'd like to see how she holds up with half her skull blown off." He slammed the gun onto the desk. "We've got one priority right now, and that's to find Melissa and your Dad." He looked at Stiles. "We've got a map and every clue we need to figure this out, the only thing we don't have is time. Which is why I need all three of you"

Stiles took a deep breath. "Where do we start?"

Argent grabbed what turned out to be a black light and shined it on the map as Stiles came forwards to join us. It revealed several hidden markings on the paper. Clever. "The places where the sacrifices have been committed are usually different from where the bodies have been found." The hunter explained. "I think the placement has to do with the strength of the current. So, there's the school, the animal clinic and the bank."

"Wait a sec," Stiles muttered, before looking up at the hunter. "She wouldn't use the same place twice, would she?" I frowned, I think 'it' suited the Darach better than 'she'.

"Only if she didn't succeed the first time."

"Deaton." I huffed. "Scott and the Sheriff managed to save him before he became a sacrifice."

"He was her only failure."Argent tapped the bank with the black light. "That could mean something." He nodded.

"That's just one place so far," Stiles disagreed. "we're gonna need a lot more help."

Allison turned to him. "What about Lydia?" She suggested.

Argent seemed confused. "Lydia?" He asked. "What can she do?"

"Lydia's got this sort of a talent." Stiles admitted. "Se managed to find a couple of the dead bodies without actually looking for them..." He trailed off.

"What is she..." Argent looked to his daughter for help. "Psychic?"

I raised my hand. "She's a Banshee." I told them, as they all turned to look at me.

"A Banshee?" Stiles gave me a blank look. "That-that... explains a lot... actually." He scratched the back of his neck and looked down, mumbling to himself.

I rolled my eyes at him, before addressing Allison and her Father. "The Darach told her what she was right after she screamed. It felt like my head was exploding." I winced at the memory.

Stiles looked up at me. "Scott was holding his head and grunting in pain when we went to look for her. Could that have been why?"

"Probably." I nodded.

"Guys?" Allison snapped. "Focus here. We're going to have to call her?" She asked for conformation.

Stiles nodded, standing to his full height. "Grab your gear." He told them.

And so they did. The older Argent placed various guns in a neat row on the table, as his daughter grabbed a crossbow and a pair of knives with loops on the end.

Argent picked up a rifle, pointing it in my direction. "Whoa." Stiles mumbled, as I flinched violently. Allison twirled her knives around. Argent came around our side of the desk to pick up another machine gun. 2I thought you guys were retired?" Stiles asked.

"Hunters only retire when they die." I spoke, recalling something my mom once said. "It's only then that we're safe."

Both Argent paused in their actions and looked up at me, catching sight of my paling face. "Retired? Yes." Argent turned to face me. "Defenseless? No." I raised an eyebrow, my gaze once again skimming across all the weapons on their desk as Allison tried to give me a reassuring smile. "Make sure your phones are on. If you hear from Scott, you let us know immediately." We were instructed.

Stiles winced. "Yeah I'm thinkin' that's gonna be kind of unlikely." He quirked his eyebrows in annoyance."

"Just try to remember that he's just doing what he thinks is right." Argent told us.

"Right." I muttered. "Just remember that Scott's being a well meaning idiot, then?" I looked up and saw Allison looking at the office door.

"I can't shoot a gun, or use a crossbow, but..." Came a familiar voice. I whipped around to see Isaac leaning on the door frame. "Well, I'm getting pretty good with these." He raised his hand to flick his fingers out, displaying a row of razor sharp claws.

"Lovely." I chirped when no one spoke. "We're all set then."

"Not all of us." I turned to look at the elder hunter, eyebrows arched. "You two need to talk to Lydia."

I felt Stiles take my hand, before pulling me out of the room. "Come on." He muttered. "Lets go do the boring stuff."

. . . . .

We arrived at Lydia's super lavish house, and met her in the very purple living room to inform her about everything she missed. "I don't believe it." The strawberry blonde shook her head. I had to suppress the childish urge to poke her bruise and ask if it hurt. " Scott can't really be with them." She denied. "He can't be!"

"Oh yes he can." I mumbled, as if this were a pantomime.

Stiles nudged me in the ribs, before turning to Lydia. "You didn't see the look on his face though." He told her. "It was..."

"It was like a kicked puppy." I piped up. "After being rolled down a cactus filled ravine. After being coated in lemon juice." I paused. "And vinegar."

They ignored me.

"Then what can I do?" Lydia asked us. "I mean, I get that I'm some kind of Geiger counter for death," I snorted. Clever. "but I don't know how to turn it on and off yet. All I know is that she tried to kill me because of-" She broke off, staring into space.

"Because of what?" Stiles prompted. "Hey Lydia, what?"

She looked up. "When she called me a Banshee, she was surprised by it." Lydia blinked slowly. "What if that's not why she tried to kill me?"

"Then why did she?" Stiles squinted.

"That's what we need to find out." The human Geiger counter for death nodded.

"Um, hello?" I waved my hand around. "Are you forgetting the fact that she called you a philosopher?"

Stiles grunted, pointing at me. "There's that too."

"Lydia?" Came the voice of Natalie Martin. "Are you and your friends heading off to school now?"

Lydia didn't seem very enthusiastic. "Sure."

We all climbed into the jeep, me in the back. How the hell were we going to survive school today? I didn't know about Lydia, but Stiles hadn't slept all night and I'm pretty sure that being knocked out doesn't count as resting. Oh well, at least we had our bags in the car.

We arrived at school completely unprepared, and shuffled into Econ just as the late bell rang. When Bobby came out of his office, the look on his face told me that I was a goner. He completely ignored Greenburg's raised hand, instead stomping directly up to Stiles and I. "Where the hell have you been?" He asked me, hands on his hips.

"Um, I was at the hospital." I lied. "You know, that place where I work. To help people. Cos encase you didn't notice they really needed help last night."

"Oh really?" He asked. "Nice try kid, but I called the hospital, they said that you didn't volunteer last night." He crouched down in front of my desk. The entire class was silent. "Let's see, you've been out all night and you don't look like you've slept a wink You're in last nights clothes..." He glanced behind me, catching sight of Stiles, who had identical bags under his eyes. Bobby's eyes bugged out as he stared at Stiles, his face slowly growing red.

I leaned back in my chair, giving him a concerned look. What the hell was... "Oh crap." I muttered, knowing what was coming.

"STILINSKI!" Bobby roared, completely shattering the silence. I heard Stiles jolt in his chair from behind me. "DID YOU DEFILE MY DAUGHTER?!" He pointed a finger right in the poor guys face.

Stiles began to let out strangled noises as I felt myself get overcome by a fit of hysterical giggles. I really had gone too long without sleep.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" Bobby yelled, after a full minute of no response.

"C-Coach, no!" Stiles finally found his voice. "We didn't do any-not that I wouldn't want to, but we-we didn't," I was dying of oxygen deprivation, laughing so hard that it was completely silent. "I mean-just,"

"ARE YOU SAYING MY DAUGHTER ISN'T PRETTY ENOUGH TO FIT YOUR STANDARDS?!"

"Wha-no, but-"

"SHE'S A FREAKING CATCH STILINSKI! YOU'D BE LUCKY TO HAVE HER!"

"I-I don't disagree with that Coach, she-she's beautiful-"

"SO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU HAD YOUR DIRTY LITTLE HANDS ALL OVER HER!"

"No! I didn't say that!" Stiles stammered. "I... I can't win here..."

I felt warm tears pool in my eyes before they began to roll down my face.

It was nice to have a good laugh, even as everything fell apart.

. . . . .

After our third period, when Stiles' face had finally cooled down to a soft pink instead of the raging vermillion that it had been earlier, we tried to see if the Twins would help us at all.

"Aiden isn't texting me back." Lydia informed us as we hurried down the stairs. I felt Stiles halt in his footsteps and grabbed his hand as Lydia turned around. Stiles looked back down the hallway. "Look, maybe we could just go over there and..."

Stiles' phone buzzed. He held it up, before he went completely still, his only movement the shaking of his hands. His face went completely white.

"Stiles?" I asked. "Stiles what's wrong?"

"What is it now?" Lydia sounded like she didn't really want to hear it.

"It's Isaac." Stiles paused for a very long time. "It's Jennifer, she took-she has Allison's father." His voice was hoarse. "She took him." He shakily placed his phone in his pocket. "That means she's got all three now." He began to pant for breath.

"There's still time." Lydia tried to reassure him. "We still have time, right?" She looked at me.

I didn't answer her, preoccupied with trying to keep Stiles from keeling over. "Stiles." I tried to get him to look at me. "Stiles, you need to try and calm down!"

He turned around, before stumbling back to look at us. "What is it? What's wrong?" Lydia demanded.

"I think I'm having a panic attack." He told us.

"Okay." I grabbed Stiles by the arm and tried to drag him out of the crowded hallway. "Lydia, help me get him to the locker room."

We dragged him out of the hallway, bursting the the locker room doors a minute or two later. It smelled terrible in here. "Come on, Batman." I tried to guide him to the benches, but he collapsed right before we could get there. "Lydia, can you get him a bottle of water or something?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I'll be back soon." She ran out of the locker rooms, leaving me and Stiles alone.

Stiles was hyperventilating. "Stiles, try to think of something else!"

"Like what?" He gasped out.

"Anything!" I urged, completely at a loss with what to do. I probably should have let Lydia stay and gone for the water myself. "Happy things!" I tried to smile. "Rainbows and roses and whiskers on kittens!" I waved my arms about.

He gave me an are-you-serious? look.

"Just try and slow your breathing down, okay?" I suggested.

"I-" I think he couldn't breathe. "I can't, I can't!" He clutched his chest.

I cupped his face in my hands. "Stiles! Stiles, look at me!"

He did, the light filtering in through the window lighting up his eyes. And then I got an idea. I took a deep breath, preparing myself.

Then I reared back and slapped him as hard as I could across the cheek. His head whipped to the side as my hand began to sting. I could only imagine what his cheek felt like.

"What the hell was that for?!" He yelled at me.

I couldn't help but smile. "I needed to snap you out of it." I felt my posture relax.

He stared at me for a long moment. "So you hit me?!"

I shrugged. "I read somewhere that holding your breath could help, and what would be a bigger shock that a slap to the face, right?" He gave me a weird look. I frowned. "Why are you looking at me like that-mph!"

He surged forwards and kissed me. I froze for a moment, eyes wide, before they slid shut and I slung my arms around his neck, as his wound themselves around my waist. He kissed me like he was starving for it. I felt a pleasant fluttering in my stomach. The world was spinning.

I could feel myself begin to glow as my skin heated up.

We pulled away when oxygen became a necessity. His forehead came down to rest on mine. "Next time I have a panic attack, try doing that instead, okay Bright eyes?"

I went to say something -not too sure if it would have been English or Gibberish- when we heard the door open and we both sprang apart. "Guys?" Lydia spoke. "Is everything okay?"

Stiles was still watching me with a scrutinizing gaze. I opened my mouth to answer her, but no words came out, leaving me gaping like a fish.

"Oh good, you snapped him out of it." I heard the strawberry blonde say. She knelt down in front of Stiles and gave him a bottle of water.

Stiles kissed me.

Stiles kissed me.

Stiles kissed me.

Stiles kissed me.

Stiles kissed me.

"How did you do it?" I heard Lydia ask.

I shook my head. "What?" My voice cracked.

She gave me a weird look. "How did you snap him out of it?"

"She hit me." Stiles told her. "She said it was to snap me out of it." He was looking at me very carefully.

"Then why is she glowing?"

"I-I got really stressed and-and we do that when we're stressed. Djinni, I mean." Why couldn't I talk properly?

Lydia looked at me for a long moment, before turning to Stiles. "I seriously think you two need to sign up for counseling."

Stiles breathed out a laugh, before suddenly looking up. "Morell."

We all shared a look, before bursting out of the locker room, running to the guidance counselors office. Stiles opened the door and entered the room, Lydia and I seconds behind him.

"Are you here for Ms Morell?" I hard Stiles ask someone.

It was Danielle.

"I thought this was Gym class." She sassed.

"Sweetheart," Lydia gave her a condescending smile. "we're not in the mood for funny."

"Do you know where she is?" I asked the girl.

She threw her arms out to the side. "If I did I wouldn't be waiting here for twenty minutes. So how 'bout you three back out the door and wait your turn." She suggested snarkily.

"We're not here for a session." Lydia told her.

"Well I am." The other girl retorted. "I and I've got some serious issues to work on."

I sighed. "Look, Danielle-

"Danielle?" Stiles cut me off. I didn't turn around to look at him. "As in Heathers best friend?"

"I was Heathers best friend." She looked down. "We've been working on that issue three times a week."

"Hold on," Lydia said. "Did you say Morell was twenty minutes late?"

"Yeah." Danielle nodded. "And I don't know why either, she's always on time."

"I was seeing her at the begging of the semester." The Banshee admitted. "She was never late."

"She's not late, she's missing." I said at the exact same time as Stiles. We looked at each other for a long moment, before I tore my gaze away.

Where the hell that these feeling come from? I wasn't supposed to like Stiles that way, he was my best friend.

"What if we're not the only ones who think she knows something?" Lydia piped up after getting tired of the awkward silence.

"Then I wanna know what she knows." Stiles told us, before scrambling around her desk and rifling through her drawers. I leaned forwards on the desk, placing my hands on it.

"What are you doing?" Danielle asked him disbelievingly.

"I'm trying to find her." Was the reply.

"Those files are private!"

"She's kind of right." Lydia agreed.

Stiles whipped a file out, presenting it to her. "This one's yours."

"Give me that." Lydia snatched it from his hand, before putting it down on the table and beginning to leaf through it. She shuffled a few papers around, before revealing a drawing.

A very familiar drawing.

"Lydia, that's your drawing." Stiles told her, catching a glimpse of it.

"Yeah I know, it's a tree." She deadpanned.

Danielle peered at it. "Yeah, it's good too."

"Thank you." I rolled my eyes. Even at times like this, she still loved to receive praise.

I just felt lost.

"No, but that's the same one though." Stiles told her, standing up and abandoning the drawer.

"The same one as what?" Lydia asked.

"The same one I always see you drawing in class." Stiles informed her.

"It's a tree." Lydia gave him a bland look. "I like drawing trees."

"No," Stiles came forwards to stand next to her. "but it's the exact same one, don't you see?" He gestured to the paper. Upon receiving no reply, he grabbed her bag and began to scramble through it's contents. Lydia just held her hands up in defense and let it drop when Stiles found what he was looking for. He opened up a flowery notebook, before setting it down on the desk and revealing a drawing of another tree.

Wait, it was the same. It was exactly the same. "They're identical." I breathed out.

Stiles flipped through a few more pages, revealing the exact same image drawn over an over.

"Okay," I heard Danielle speak. "you can have my session. You've got bigger issues"

I heard Lydia gasp. "What is this?"

Suddenly I felt a hand nudge mine, and I looked up slowly to see Stiles staring at them. I pulled mine away gently.

Stiles paused for a moment, and I saw him nod once, before he turned the notebook around, until the tree was upside down. "I know where they are." He said.

He closed the book and handed it to Lydia, leaving the file open on the desk as he walked out of the office, holding his hand on the small of back as Lydia followed us. "It's the Nematon." My back felt tingly. "That's where she's keeping them. It has to be."

"Stilinski!" I heard a voice down the hall.

"Oh God," I groaned, "Not Agent Ass Wipe."

"Alright." Stiles turned around to face Lydia. "Go to Derek, okay? He and Peter have been there before, so they'll know where it is. Tell them it's the root cellar, alright? They'll know."

She nodded once, before running off, leaving us to deal with Agent Ass Wipe. "Did you know your Dad's car is in the school parking lot and has been all night?" He asked Stiles.

The seventeen year old shook his head. "No. What does that mean?" If he hadn't kissed me earlier, I would have held his hand. But I had no idea where we stood now.

"It means he's officially missing."

. . . . .

"Stiles," Agent Ass Wipe began. "why do I get the feeling that you and your little girlfriend know something that could help me find you Dad?"

Stiles and I were sitting on desks. His shoulders were slumped, while my back was ramrod strait, but relaxed. "If I did, why would I not tell you?" Stiles asked him.

The older male considered this for a moment. "If it meant helping your Dad, why wouldn't you?"

Stiles squinted. "So you're asking me to tell you what I wouldn't not tell you?"

Agent Ass Wipe paused before speaking. "First of all I have no idea what you just said." I rolled my eyes. "Second, how about you just help me help you?"

Stiles leaned back. "Well I don't know how to help you help me tell you something if I don't know it."

"Are you doing this on purpose?" The Agent asked him. Then he shook his head, before turning to look at me. "Why don't you tell me anything, huh?" He leaned forwards. "I know you know."

I licked my lips, before giving him a doe-eyed expression. "Wait so, you want me to tell you what it is that you know that I know, that I know that you know that I know, even though I know that you know that I know I don't know it?" I spoke quickly, not even pausing to breathe.

He and Stiles both turned to look at me, their faces the epitome of confusion.

"What?" I shrugged, smiling like butter wouldn't melt in my mouth.

Agent Ass Wipe stared at me, before shaking his head and turning to Stiles again, muttering about how he would never ask me for help again. "Where are your other friends?"

"You mean Scott?" Stiles asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean Scott," he pulled a notebook out. "I mean Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, these twins Ethan and Aiden-"

"Yeah, no, we hate the twins." I interrupted. "We despise them, don't ever mention hem in our presence again. One of them tried to kill me."

Agent Ass Wipe glared at me, before flipping his notebook shut and addressing Stiles. "I've been told your whole little clique didn't show up to school today."

"I don't have a clique."

"Stiles, come on," The older man tried to reason. "there's been a pretty disturbing amount of violent activity in this county in the last few months, several murders tied to this school. I don't know what's going on here, but it's serious." Stiles looked away. "Hey. Your Dad is missing." Neither of us answered. He stood up. "Fine, but I don't want you going home alone. Do you have anyone you can stay with tonight?"

"He's with me." We all looked to the door (seriously? who leaves the door open during an interrogation?) to see none other than Doctor Deaton.

. . . . .

Lydia and I stayed silent as we poured the ice into the three dog baths at the animal clinic.

I couldn't believe we were doing this, that we were going to kill Allison, Scott and Stiles.

It was suicidal, moronic, stupid, idiotic...

It was our only choice.

"Alright." Deaton spoke. "What did you bring?" The three suicidal morons looked down at the objects they held in their hands.

"Um, I got my Dad's badge." Stiles held it up. "Jennifer kinda crushed it in her hand... I tried hammering it out a bit." He examined it. "It still doesn't look that great." None of us spoke.

"It doesn't have to look good as long as it has meaning." Deaton told him.

Stiles looked back down at the object in his hands, rubbing his thumb over the metal plate.

"Is that an actual silver bullet?" Isaac asked.

"Yeah, my Dad made it." Allison spoke quietly. "It's kind of a ceremonial thing. When one of us finished learning all the skills to be a hunter we forge a silver bullet as a testament to the code."

Yaaaaay.

"Scott?" The Druid prompted.

He opened his palm. "My Dad bought my mom this watch when she first got hired at the hospital. She used to say it was the only thing in her marriage that ever worked."

"Okay, the three of you will get in, and each of us will hold you down until you're essentially, well," Deaton paused.

"A lifeless corpse?" I supplied. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the tubs.

He tilted his head to the side. "Dead." He gave me a bemused look, before continuing to explain what this was all about. "But it's not just someone to hold you under. It needs o be someone who can pull you back, someone that has a strong connection to you." I saw Lydia and Allison smile at each other. "A kind of emotional tether."

Lydia began to walk towards her friend.

"Lydia." Deaton stopped her. "I'm afraid that you won't be going with Allison." Then he turned to the brunette girl. "You Allison, will be going with Isaac."

Allison looked up at the curly haired Werewolf, before turning to Scott.

"It's okay." He told them.

"Scott, you'll be going with me." The vet spoke again.

"So Stiles will be going with Lydia?" Isaac asked.

"No." Deaton deadpanned.

We were all silent, before they all turned to look at me. I looked down at the ground, nodding. Then I felt another hand gently hold mine. I knew it was Stiles, because it felt tingly. I gripped it tightly, as we braided our fingers together.

The three suicidal morons then removed their outer clothing and went to stand in front of the tubs. Allison dipped her foot in first, letting out a shaky breath as the icy water punished her skin.

Stiles looked back at me, so I gave him a reassuring smile and nodded. He gripped the edges of the metal tub, before submerging himself completely, Scott and Allison not far behind. I covered my mouth with my hand.

Their lips were blue in mere seconds.

Stiles turned to look at Scott. "By the way um, if I don't make it back and you do, you should probably know something." Stiles paused. "Your Dad's back in town."

I frowned at Scott took that in, before my eyes went wide and I blurted out, "Wait, Agent Ass Wipe is your Dad?!" No wonder the guy looked so freaking familiar!

Scott laughed shakily, before nodding.

All three of the soon to be snowmen shared a look with one another as we three killers stepped forwards, ready to drown them.

I put my hands on Stiles' shoulders, giving them a quick squeeze.

Then I pushed him down.

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Oh my Goldilocks guys, I am so sorry! /('o')\

A family friend recently died, so we had to go back to England for thr funeral and I didn't get the chance to write! (because apparently it's disrespectful, or whatever)

Any way, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and YOU ALL GOT TROLLED BIATCHES! I MADE YOU THINK THAT SHE'D KISS HIM TO GET HIM OUT OF THE PANIC ATTACK BUT SHE SLAPPED HIM SO HE KISSED HER INSTEAD!

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Review reviewing time!

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; aw, thank you, yep. I mentioned Loki and played around with Ms. Blakes story a bit. As you can see, I have used Bobby again and we'll be seeing a lot of him in 3B. I hope you liked that little scene I put in there for you.

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Eye Silvers; I'm very glad that you did, but coming from a severe insomniac, if you can sleep, do it. Unless you're reading this. Then you get a free pass :D Yes you did, give yourself a high five, girl! Aw, thank you! Yep, as Lydia can talk to spirits and Phina is a spirit... well. PAIN. Yep, I played around with Norse mythology. If Jeff can do it, so can I. I'm glad you like the whole divine body part, we'll find out some more about that in 3B. I'm glad you like the fluff, hope you liked getting trolled in this chapter! :D

Hasta la proxima,

Cat.

Or Cate.

Or that crazy bitch who hates her teachers.

Meow.

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P.S. It's my Birthday on Easter Sunday, so I demand happy b-day wishes from you all.

Meow.