A/N: As promised, the other chapter to make up for missing my usual posting day. Sorry again!

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"It's her," Stiles said at the trio walked into the hallway.

"What do you mean?" Scott was confused.

"It's Allison." Stiles repeated.

"She's your anchor." Neris elaborated.

"Remember what you told me, about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her."

Scott nodded. "Okay."

"Remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field."

"Yeah, I did."

"So that's what brought you back so you could score."

"And not kill anyone," Neris interjected. "Which is, I think, the more important thing."

"And then in the locker room after the game, you didn't kill her," Stiles went on, ignoring Neris' contribution. "At least, not like how you were trying to kill me."

"I think what Stiles is trying to say is that she brings you back from rage mode." Neris clarified.

"No, no, no." Scott wasn't buying it. "It's not always true, because literally every time I'm kissing her, or touching her – "

"No," Stiles cut him off. "That's not the same. When you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex."

Scott, at that moment, got a hazy smile on his face.

"And he's thinking about sex now, as well." Neris rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, sorry." Scott admitted sheepishly.

"That's fine. Look, back in the classroom, when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay?" Stiles explained quickly. "I don't think she makes you weak, I think she actually gives you control. She's like what Neris said; she's kind of like an anchor."

"You mean because I love her."

"Exactly."

"I'm sorry, rewind." Neris interrupted. "Did I hear the 'L' word?"

"Did I just say that?" Scott asked.

Neris nodded frantically as Stiles replied, "Yes, you just said that."

"I love her," Scott smiled.

"That's great, now moving on – "

"No, no. Really, I think I'm totally in love with her."

"And that's beautiful," Stiles was missing the point. "Before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out please? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time."

"Yeah, sorry." Scott sighed. "So what do I do?"

"I think we should test it," Neris proposed.

"How?"

She shrugged, "Put him in a situation where he gets angry and see if he can bring himself back by thinking about her."

"Not the balls again, please." Scott whined.

"I have an idea," Stiles stated.

"Is this idea going to get me in trouble?" Scott asked.

"Maybe."

"Is this idea going to cause me physical pain?"

"Yeah, definitely. Come on," Stiles didn't miss a beat.

He turned and led his friends out to the parking lot behind the school. It was less crowded that the one in front, but there were still a decent amount of cars parked there. The three walked up near a shiny black truck, as its owner got out and went to meet his friends.

"What are we doing here?" Scott asked, confused.

"You'll see, hold on." Stiles responded. He walked around in front of his friends. "Okay, stand right there. Do you have your keys?"

Scott nodded, pulling them out of his pocket

"Perfect, hold them up like so," Stiles placed Scott's key in between his thumb and forefinger, the teeth end sticking out. "Now, whatever happens, just think about Allison. Try to find her voice like you did at the game, got it?"

Scott nodded yet again.

"Okay just keep holding it right there. Neris, you might want to back away." Stiles said, glancing back at the gang of older boys near the side entrance to the school.

Neris looked at Scott, throwing him a cautious glance, as she backed away towards the brick wall. The two of them were horrified as Stiles took out his own key and dragged it inconspicuously along the edge of the truck, leaving a long scratch in his wake.

"Hey, hey dude!" Stiles called to Scott as if he didn't know him. "What d'you think you're doing to that truck, bro?"

Neris slapped her hand against her mouth, realizing what Stiles meant to happen, as he turned towards the gang of guys.

"What the hell?!" The owner of the truck shouted as he advanced on Scott.

He punched Scott across the face, causing Scott to fall to the ground. The truck owner and his friends started to beat on Scott roughly, though he seemed to be keeping himself calm. Neris scurried over to Stiles.

"Okay, he's calm." She hissed. "Now how do you expect to get them to stop hitting him?"

"Uhh…" Stiles trailed off. "I didn't think of that."

She threw her hands up in exasperation, "Of course."

She turned and stalked off towards the building, looking for a teacher of administrator. Though he wouldn't have been her first choice, she sauntered right up to her Chemistry teacher as soon as she caught sight of him.

"Mr. Harris." She smiled. "Just the faculty member I was looking for."

"What can I help you with, Ms. Sangster?" Mr. Harris asked.

Though he was never kind to her friends, Mr. Harris had never spoken down to Neris. It was either because of her good grades in his class, or because he had the hots for her mom. Either way, Neris wasn't complaining.

"Scott McCall seems to have found himself in rather a rough situation. And, by rough, I mean he's in a fight."

Mr. Harris groaned, "Show me where they are."

Neris led Mr. Harris to the parking lot. Stiles saw them and threw her a disbelieving look, and she fired back with one of her own. He was in no position to judge her choices.

"Stop, stop it right now!" Mr. Harries yelled. The guys immediately backed away from Scott, who was sporting a bloody nose and no other injuries. "What do you idiots think you're doing?"

Stiles, grinning was holding up the heart monitor that displayed Scott's calm heartbeat.

"Fighting is not tolerated on campus," Mr. Harris continued. "Stilinski, McCall. Detention."

"What?" Stiles shouted, pointing at Neris. "What about her?"

"She was the one who informed me about the fight. Why would she be punished?"

"See, Stiles," she grinned smugly at him. "That's what happens when you make good choices."

"You suck." He shot back, his lips pursed.

"I know," She grinned, turning to Scott. "I'll tell Doc you'll be late."

/

Scott hadn't shown up for work at all. Dr. Deaton was taking care of some paperwork while Neris was taking inventory of the medicine cabinets. The bell of the front door rang and, since they were closed, it could only be one person.

"Scott," Dr. Deaton said, not looking up from his paperwork. "Neris told me you'd be late. I hope it won't become a habit."

He looked up, and instead of Scott he was greeted by the surly demeanor of Derek Hale.

"Can I help you?" Dr. Deaton asked.

"I hope so," he replied.

Neris looked up at the sound of his voice, "Derek? What are you doing here?"

"I want to know about the animal you found with the spiral on its side," Derek told them.

"Excuse me?" Dr. Deaton wasn't a very good liar. "What animal?"

"Three months ago. The deer," Derek unfolded the piece of paper he had been holding, raising t up for display. "Do you remember this?"

"Ah, yes. It's just a deer. And I didn't find it; they called me because they wanted to know if I'd ever seen anything like it."

"What'd you tell them?"

"I told them no."

Derek crumbled the paper, stepping slowly towards Dr. Deaton. "Did you hear that?"

Dr. Deaton backed away. "Hear what?"

"The sound of your heartbeat rising."

"Excuse me?"

"Derek, I think you need to leave," Neris stepped in protectively, grabbing Derek's arm.

"Back off, Neris," Derek shrugged out of her grip, not taking his eyes off Dr. Deaton. "It's the sound of you lying."

Derek knocked Neris aside, her head colliding with the edge of the X-ray machine. As she slid to the floor, Derek grabbed Dr. Deaton and pulled him across the metal table.

"Derek, stop," Neris struggled to get to her feet, but her head was pounding.

She heard the sound of flesh connecting violently, but her legs wouldn't respond. Her eyelids felt heavy.

/

Dr. Deaton woke up slowly. His face hurt. He tried to move, but he was tied snugly to his office chair, and his wrists were wrapped in medical tape. He saw Neris sitting on the floor, propped against the wall holding an ice bag against the back of her skull.

"Oh god," he breathed, panicked. He struggled to break his bonds, but they were wrapped too tight.

Neris made movements as if to stand up, but she winced and slid back to the ground.

"Are you protecting someone?" Derek asked, walking out of the shadows.

"Alright, the key to the drug locker is in my pocket."

"I don't want drugs. I wanna know why you're lying," Derek gripped Dr. Deaton's shoulders tightly.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Dr. Deaton forced out.

Derek whipped him around and grabbed the chair, lifting it and Dr. Deaton off the ground.

"What are you doing to me?" Dr. Deaton cried. "What do you want?"

"I wanna know who you are. Or who you're protecting."

"Derek put him down!" Neris cried, staggering to her feet, still holding the ice bag to her head.

"What are you doing?" Scott's voice rang through the office as he ran inside.

"Scott, get out of here," Dr. Deaton cried.

Derek set Dr. Deaton to the ground roughly and punched him hard, knocking him out cold.

"Stop, stop!" Scott cried, attempting to put himself between Derek and Dr. Deaton.

"Look, when he's conscious he can keep himself from healing, but unconscious he can't."

"Are you out of your mind?" Scott furthered.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Neris demanded.

"You wanna know what the spiral means, Scott. It's our sign for vendetta, for revenge. It means he won't stop killing until he's satisfied."

"You think he's the Alpha?!" Scot gestured towards Dr. Deaton.

"We're about to find out," Derek told him.

Derek brought down his arm to strike a fatal blow, but his arm was caught by Scott, who had shifted into full werewolf mode. He flung Derek's arm down, and Derek backed away slowly. Scott marveled at his hands, unsure how he managed to control the shift. Closing his eyes, Scott shifted back to normal and looked up at Derek.

"Hit him again," Scott said lowly, "And then you'll see me get angry."

"I'll get the first aid kit," Neris muttered, throwing an icy glare at Derek.

She and Scott worked in silence, wiping away the blood and sterilizing Dr. Deaton's injuries. As they worked, Derek paced back and forth.

"How's your head?" Scott asked Neris as he gingerly wiped away blood on Dr. Deaton's face.

"Fine. It healed by the time I woke up, but it was still kind of sore and I had a massive headache. I must've hit the edge of the X-ray machine." Neris turned to Derek and hissed, "You're a proper psycho, Derek. You know that?"

"Yeah, very well actually," he walked up to Scott. "Do you have a plan?"

"Just give me an hour." Scott replied.

"Then what?"

"Meet us at the school. In the parking lot."

Derek sighed in frustration, but walked out of the clinic.

"Do you mind filling me in on this plan of yours?" Neris asked, an eyebrow raised in confusion.

"That's a bit of a problem. I don't really have one yet."

/

Neris had driven to Stiles' house, Scott in tow, and the three of them piled in Stiles' jeep to head to the school. Though Stiles' argued they could have just taken Neris' car, she made the convincing argument that they wouldn't be comfortable in her mini-cooper, especially because it was the new two-seater one.

"This is a terrible idea," Stiles remarked as the three of them got out of his car.

"Yeah I know," Scott replied.

"But were still gonna do it?"

"Can you think of something better?" Scott shot back.

"Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until it eventually it just goes away."

"Somehow I don't think that applies to this situation, Stiles," Neris breathed out in frustration.

"Just make sure we can get inside," Scott said.

Stiles nodded as he pulled open the back hatch of his Jeep. Simultaneously, Derek's car pulled up to them.

"He's here," Scot told them.

The trio walked up to him, Stiles clutching the bolt cutters he pulled out of his car.

"Where's our boss?" Scott asked as Derek got out of the car.

"He's in the back," Derek replied as if it were the most obvious thing.

They looked through the window to see Dr. Deaton in the backseat, tied up with duct tape across his mouth. He was still unconscious.

"Oh, well, he looks comfortable," Stiles commented sarcastically.

Neris glared yet again at Derek as the trio started towards the school.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Derek called after them.

"You said I was linked with the alpha," Scott turned back. "We're gonna see if you're right."

/

"Okay one question, what are you gonna do if the alpha doesn't show up?" Stiles asked as they walked into the office, stiles walking around to the PA controller on the front desk.

"I don't know," Scott replied.

"And what are you gonna do if he does show up?" Stiles asked as he pushed buttons on the microphone.

"I don't know." Scott shook his head

"Man, I am loving this plan more and more," Neris grimaced.

"Alright, Stiles, you said that a wolf howls to signal its position to the rest of the pack right?" Scott asked.

Stiles thought for a moment, "Right, but if you bring him here does that make you part of his pack?"

"I really hope not," Scott said nervously.

"Yeah, me too." Stiles placed the microphone on the desk in front of Scott. "Alright, all you."

He turned up the volume and Scott cleared his throat and took a deep breath before letting out his howl...which was by no means impressive.

"Was that okay?" He asked hopefully. "I mean that was a howl, right?"

He looked at his friend, both of whom were struggling not to laugh.

"Technically," was the only kind way Stiles could reply.

"Well, what did it sound like to you?"

"Like someone stepped on a puppy's tail." Neris replied.

"Like a cat being choked to death, Scott." Stiles added.

Scott became frustrated. "What do I do? How am I supposed to do this?"

Stiles walked around to the other side of the table and clapped his hands on Scott's shoulders supportively, "Hey, hey. Listen to me. You're calling the Alpha, alright? Be a man. Be a werewolf, not a teen wolf. Be a werewolf."

Scott nodded and Stiles backed off, joining Neris. Scott breathed in deeply, gathering himself together, and pressed the button down on the microphone. What came out was a low, guttural growl that reverberated through the whole school, and Neris could feel it go right through her, making her vibrate.

/

"I am going to kill all three of you," Derek snapped as soon as they walked outside. "What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?"

"Sorry, I didn't know it would be that loud," Scott apologized

"Yeah it was loud, and it was awesome." Stiles sang. Neris chuckled.

"Shut up," Derek snapped.

"Don't be just a sour wolf."

"Yeah, can't you at least pretend to be proud of Scott for channeling his inner animal?" Neris chirped.

Scott looking into the car, his forehead furrowing. "What did you do with him?"

"What?" Derek asked, turning around to see Dr. Deaton was no longer in his car. He turned back to the three, "I didn't do anything."

All within a split second later Derek was raised into the air, blood pouring out of his mouth, as the Alpha dug his claws into Derek's back.

"Holy Jesus Christ!" Neris exclaimed, backing away quickly.

She felt her arms being grabbed as the boys hurtled back to the front entrance with her in tow. They swung through the doors, snapping them shut quickly behind them and holding them shut, their breathing heavy and hearts pounding wildly.