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Emma and Derek lay side by side on Derek's bed sleeping. Emma had her back towards him and he lay on his back, his soft snores almost like a whisper. The events of the night had exhausted the two which is why Emma had crashed at the loft.

But their peaceful slumber was interrupted when Lydia barged into the loft, "Derek! Emma's gone! She never came home last- Lydia stopped upon seeing her sister rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Lydia calm down." Emma mumbled and let herself fall back into bed.

"I'm going to have to start locking the door." Derek muttered getting out of bed and away from the confused banshee.

Lydia contemplated sitting on the bed. She would seat herself only to get back up a second later.

"What are you doing?" Emma peeked at her with lidded eyes.

"The bed doesn't seem like the best place to sit on at the moment."

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't want to be anywhere near where you guys had sex."

"Go away. I can't believe you said that. Nothing happened. Now leave me to sleep. Shoo!"

"Right which is why you didn't come home last night?"

Emma pulled back the covers and jumped out of bed. "Look, fully clothed." She stressed while gesturing towards her body. "I was tired so I crashed here. Sorry I didn't ask for permission, mom."

"If you haven't noticed you have a psychotic ex-boyfriend possibly hunting for you."

"This is why I decided to stay here rather than come home late last night. Safer this way. Come on lets go home I have to get to work and you school."

xXx

Emma got out of her car and locked the doors unknown to a figure coming out of the shadows and straight towards her.

"Sweetheart, oh how I've missed the sight of you." Dawson said pushing back some hair from her shoulder.

Emma shivered with disgust and whirled around, "Get away from me!" She pushed him back with all the force she could muster.

"I see you haven't skipped town yet."

"I'm not going to run anymore. But I suggest you do."

"Oh, feisty. There's my Emma." He said caressing her cheek. "Darling its good you aren't running anymore. Kudos! Now we can be together again."

"You're a sick and delusional person if you think we're ever going to get back together." She spat.

"Well then I suppose I should warn you of the inevitable casualties." He whispered in her ear before disappearing.

Emma rushed into the clinic and her nose immediately caught a familiar scent. They had been here.

"Deaton! Deaton! Where are you?" She shouted while scouring the clinic mentally expecting to find his lifeless body.

"I'm here. What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Oh, thank God!" She sighed and let out the breath she had no idea she was holding. "What were they doing here? Did they threaten you? Are you hurt?"

"Who are you talking about? I'm perfectly fine."

"Dawson was here, wasn't he?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Dawson came by to drop off their cat. A petrified Emma."

"What did you say?"

"They named their cat Emma. I was hoping for some help because I don't quite understand what's wrong with her. It's rather peculiar." Deaton said as he ushered her along to the back of the clinic.

"Deaton you can't trust him- What they witnessed next baffled them both. All the animals seemed on edge and were trying to get out of their cages.

"What's wrong with them?"

"I'm not quite sure. But something is definitely amiss here."

They turned to look at the cat only to find it lying on its back completely motionless. Emma quickly opened the cage and put the cat on the operating table. Her body absorbed the pain. The cat was alive.

"Something's not right. I can't find a beat." Deaton exclaimed as he used his fingers to locate the beat of the cat's heart.

"Stop! I hear something." Emma whispered and brought her ear close to the cat. They were words and a ticking sound. She strained to hear when the words finally made sense.

"I'm coming for you, Emma. I'm coming for you, Emma. I'm coming for you, Emma." The voice repeated before it was overcome by a fast ticking sound.

Emma's eyes widened as realization dawned on her and she stepped back and shouted, "Get down!"

She rushed over to Deaton and pushed him into the corner only to shield his body with hers.

The explosion happened.

xXx

"Did you hear that?" Lydia whispered to Scott, sitting side by side in class. Stiles turned to look at her. Lydia turned to look out the window and saw smoke in the horizon.

"What did you hear?" Stiles whispered fiercely.

"What the hell is that?" Lydia questioned as the whole class turned to look out the window.

"That's where the animal clinic is, right?" Stiles asked when suddenly Lydia leaped from her seat and ran out of class.

"Ms. Martin, come back here this instant!" The teacher screamed after her.

Stiles and Scott ran after her too. "Mr. McCall! Stilinski!" The teacher shouted once again.

They caught up with Lydia as she sat in her car.

"Lydia, what's going on?"

"Emma is there. She's working today!"

At the clinic they saw the area surrounded by police cars, ambulances and fire fighters. The clinic looked like rubble. The stench of decayed flesh wafted to their noses as they jumped out of the car.

The Sheriff materialized in front of them, "What are you kids doing here? You can't go near the building; it hasn't been cleared off yet!"

"But Emma's in there! You have to help her and Deaton out! I can hear them breathing. They're alive. You have to hurry!" Lydia pleaded. The Sheriff's eyes widened at the information and he ran back to send in rescue team.

Stiles wrapped a protective arm around Lydia's shoulder and she leaned in. Her eyes were fixed upon the building.

"I'm going to call Derek." Scott said as he walked away.