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Derek is lost in a dream, everything around him is white, he's shirtless and sweating heavily. He can hear Dr. Deaton calling him but he can't respond.

"Derek… Can you hear me?"

"Derek… Can you hear me?"

"I need you to answer me, Derek."

"Derek! We don't have much time."

He hears Tahlia's commanding voice, "Derek please!"

Tahlia's voice pulls him out of his dream, along with a piercing sound that hurts his ears. He opens his eyes to find Tahlia and Deaton beside him. He shoves himself up onto his elbows.

"That sound. What was it?"

Deaton holds up a dog whistle, smiling at Derek. The Alpha glares at him, before sighing and standing up. He loses his balance and the two rush to steady him, Deaton takes his arms and Tahlia stands behind him, his back against her chest.

"You're gonna be weak for several hours."

Derek looks down at his arm, and then to the empty hole in the floor. "It actually happened."

"Don't worry. You're still an Alpha. But, as usual, not a particularly competent one."

"Where is he?"

"I wish I could tell you."

"Then how about you tell me what you're doing here, and why you're helping me?"

"Helping your family actually used to be a pretty important part of my life. Helping you was a promise I made to your mother."

Derek eyes him backing up a few steps, "You're the one my sister talked about. She said you're a kind of advisor?"

"She was right. And I have some advice that you need to listen to very closely right now. What Peter managed to do doesn't come without a price. He'll be physically weak, so he'll rely on the strength of his intelligence, his cunning. He's gonna come at you, Derek. He'll try to twist his way inside your head, preying on your insecurities. He'll tell you that he's the only way you can stop Gerard. Do not trust him."

"I don't trust anyone."

"I know."

"If you did, you might be the Alpha you like to think you are. And unfortunately, the one person you should trust doesn't trust you at all."

"Scott."

"He's with Stilinski right now. You need to find him, you need to find him as fast as you can. I've known Gerard for a long time. He always has a plan. And something tells me… It's going exactly the way he wants it too."

Derek and Tahlia go to the Sheriff's station, but they are not ready for what greets them.

Scott and Stiles are in the office when they hear the knock on the door, thinking it's his mom, Scott opens it. On the other side stands Derek, Scott sighs with relief, "Oh, thank God." But before they can breath a sigh of relief Derek falls to the floor, paralyzed. Behind him stands Jackson who holds Tahlia in his grasp.

The young teen Matt turns to Jackson, "Take her downstairs, chain her up next to the Sheriff."

Jackson obeys and drags Tahlia down the hall, Stilinski is shocked to see her there.

"What are you doing here?"

She smiles, "Oh you know just a daring rescue attempt that went completely wrong." She surveys the room looking for someway out.

"She is beautiful Stiles, though I am curious how you got her? Also why she showed up with Derek and not you? Mmm, I sense some competition."

"This is the one controlling him? This kid?" Derek says.

"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh, yeah, that's right. I've learned a few things lately." He stands up facing Scott and Stiles. "Werewolves, hunters, Kanima's. It's like a frickin' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"

"Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal."

Matt nods and the newly returned Jackson whips a finger across the back of Stiles' neck, the paralytic moving rapidly throughout his body.

"You bitch," Stiles gasps out as he falls, landing on top of Derek, earning a grunt from the wolf. Scott makes an advance for Jackson but stops thinking better of it.

"Get him off of me," Derek calmly orders.

"Oh, I don't know Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must kinda suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

"Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."

"Yeah, bitch." Stiles mutters his face shoved against Derek's chest.

Outside they hear a car pull up, Matt's gaze moves to Scott, "Is that her?"

Scott shakes his head hoping it's not his mom.

"Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."

"Scott, don't trust him!" Stiles yells.

Matt shoves him off of Derek and slams a foot down on his throat. "This work better for you?" Matt asks as Stiles gasps for air.

"Okay, just stop! Stop!"

"Then do what I tell you to."

"Okay. Alright. Stop!"

Matt takes his foot off Stiles' throat, Stiles chokes and gasps. Matt nods to Jackson, "You, take him in there and watch her." Then he nods to Scott, "You… With me." They walk out of the office. "Mom?"

She looks around, "Ah, you scared me, where is every…" Looking at Scott she sees Matt with a gun to his head. "Mom, just do what he says. He promised he wouldn't hurt you."

"He's right." Matt says before Scott turns around and Matt fires the gun, the bullet penetrating Scott's lower right abdomen. His mom screams, the Sheriff and Tahlia hear the shot and yell from the downstairs holding cells, "Scott?! Stiles! What happened?"

Back upstairs Matt smirks at Melissa, before looking down at Scott, "But I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you." Melissa advances on Scott, but Matt backs her up pointing the gun at her. Scott turns to look at her, "Mom! Mom, stop, Mom!"

Matt escorts them down to the holding cells where the Sheriff and Tahlia are still handcuffed to the wall. Scott leans on the bench next to both of them as Matt shoves Melissa in a cell locking the door.

"Please, he needs to see a doctor."

"You think so?"

"Hey! Hey, you listen to me!" The Sheriff points his finger sharply at Matt, but Scott interrupts them, "It's all right. I'm okay."

"No, honey, you're not okay."

"It doesn't hurt, Mom."

"Cause that's the adrenaline, okay. Please, let me… Let me just take a look at him, okay? I mean, I can help stop the bleeding."

"They have no idea, do they?"

"Please. Let me just take a quick look."

"Shut up! Shut up! Lady, if you keep talking, I'm gonna put the next bullet through his head."

"Okay, okay."

"Back to the front, McCall. After you."

Matt follows Scott back up to the front office, Stiles and Derek are still on the floor. Jackson is standing by the door.

"The evidence is gone. Why don't you just go?" Scott tells him.

"You think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, I want the book."

"What? What book?"

"The bestiary. Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."

"I don't have it. It's Gerard's. What do you want it for, anyway?"

"Answers."

"Answers to what?"

"To this…" Matt lifts his shirt up and Scott sees the same scales growing on him that are on Jackson. Stiles and Derek are quietly talking.

"You know what's happening to Matt?" Stiles asks him.

"The book's not gonna help him. You can't just break the rules, not like this."

"What do you mean?"

"Universe balances things out. Always does."

"Is it because he's using Jackson to kill people who don't deserve it?"

"Killing people himself."

"So if Matt breaks the rules of the Kanima, he becomes the Kanima?"

"Balance."

"Will he believe us if we tell him that?"

"Not likely."

"Okay, he's gonna kill all of us when he gets that book, isn't he?"

"Yep."

"All right, so what do we do? Do we just sit here and wait to die?"

"Unless I can figure out a way to push the toxin out of my body faster. Like triggering the healing process."

Stiles hears a squishing sound, he looks down to find Derek digging his claws into the flesh of his leg.

"What? Oh, what are you doing? Oh, gross."

Matt brings Scott up to the main duty office, "You know, I feel sorry for you, McCall. Cause right now, you're thinking "How am I gonna explain this when it heals?" And the sad part is, you don't even realize how incredible it is that you actually are healing. Cause you know what happens to everyone else when they get shot? They die."

"Is that what happened to you? You drowned, didn't you?"

"He shouldn't have let them drink."

"What? Who? Matt, what do you mean?"

"Lahey! He shouldn't have let them drink."

"What? Who was drinking?"

"The swim team, you idiot! I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know they had just won state, and Lahey's letting his favorites come over to have a couple drinks to celebrate. Who cares if they're 17 right?"

"Were you at Isaac's?"

"He had this first edition Spider-man, or was it Batman? And we were gonna make a trade. But then I'm over there and I hear music. And everyone's having a good time, and I see Sean. He throws Jessica in the pool. And then Bennett goes in and…"

"Bennett? What, the hunter?"

"And then Camden. Isaac's jarhead brother, he grabs me. He thinks it's funny."

"They threw you in."

"I yelled that I can't swim, but nobody listens. I go under and I swallow water, and no one cares. And I see these bodies underwater. I see Jessica's got her hands down Sean's board shorts. Tucker's grabbing Kara. And I'm drowning. I'm dying, and they're laughing. All of a sudden, I was just… I'm lying by the pool. And Lahey is right there, right above me, and he says… You tell no one! This is your fault. You don't know how to swim. You say nothing! You tell no one! No one! And I didn't. I didn't tell anyone. And I would see them at school, and they wouldn't even look at me. I'd wake up in the middle of the night. I'd gasp for breath. And my parents, they thought I was asthmatic. They even gave me an inhaler. They didn't know that every time I closed my eyes, I… I was drowning. You know about that little white light that they talk about, you see when you die? Well, I didn't see anything. Just darkness. Everything was dark. But then… Then came the Argent's funeral, and everything changed. I was taking some photos. And then, purely by accident, Lahey gets in one of the photos. I look down at the screen on my camera, and I just have this unbelievable rage that builds up inside of me, and I just… I look at him, and I… I wanna see him dead. And the next day, he actually was. You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology. Like… Like the furies coming down to punish Orestes. You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

"Was he the guy who stabbed out his eyes?"

"God, that's Oedipus, you dumbass! The furies are deities of vengeance. Their tears ran of blood, and they had snakes for hair. If there was a crime that had gone unpunished, the furies would do the punishing." Matt looks over at Jackson. "Jackson is my fury. When I saw him the next night, it was like this bond had been cemented between the two of us. I knew he had killed Lahey for me, and I knew he would do it again. So I went to Tucker's garage. I even paid for an oil change. And guess what? He didn't even recognize me. So when he wasn't looking, I took a shot of him with my camera. And in a few hours, he was dead. So I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture. And Jackson would take their life."

Back in the office, Stiles is getting nervous, "So is that hypothetical situation we talked about getting any less hypothetical?"

Derek digs his claws in further to his leg, "I think so. I can move my toes."

Stiles sighs, "Dude, I can move my toes."

Without warning, the lights in the station go out and the alarm begins sounding. Matt starts to panic, "What's this? What's going on?"

"I don't know," Scott answers. Flood lights pierce through the darkness, followed by rapid gunfire through the windows. Matt and Scott quickly dive under the desks.

Outside Gerard looks over the hunters gathered outside, he smiles sadistically. "Shakespeare wrote that love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Let's give them some love."

Grabbing a canister in each hand the hunters lob flash smoke grenades into the station. They hit the floor and explode within seconds, masking everything in a cloud of smoke.

Jackson stares at the smoke filled doorway, when Scott bursts through the smoke and knocks Jackson down.

Scott grabs Stiles taking him through hallways and doors, locking them behind him trying to stall Jackson's pursuit.

Meanwhile Chris and Allison enter the building, they hear screaming coming from down the hall and follow it.

Scott takes Stiles into an interrogation room, placing him in a chair, "Don't move." Stiles gives him a look, "You know what I mean."

Scott takes off down the hall, just before he reaches the corner Allison shows up in front of him, loaded crossbow in hand. "Allison."

"Where's Derek?"

"What are you doing?"

"If you're not going to tell me, then get out of my way."

"Allison."

"Where is he?"

"What happened?"

"Scott… Scott, you need to stay away from me right now. You need to go. Just stay out of my way." Allison runs down the hall Scott just came from, he tries to process what just happened.

Downstairs Melissa tries to reason with the young kid, still holding the gun. "Matt. Matt please listen to me. My son has been shot, and I've heard other gunfire, and I don't know what's happening, but can you please just let me see my son?"

"How totally clueless are you people?"

"About as much as you are." Tahlia quips before Matt grabs her by the hair and slams her against the wall. He places his hand on her throat and squeezes hard.

Matt turns hearing something behind him, there in the door way stands Derek. Healed from the paralysis, he's shifted, his red eyes glowing. He growls loud, Melissa is in utter shock. The Kanima steps in from the door in front of Derek, he roars as the Kanima charges him. He grabs it throwing it up onto the top of a desk. Matt runs out the door. Derek is thrown backwards on the floor, he gets up charging the Kanima, picking up a chair he holds it between the creature and himself. The Kanima grabs the chair pushing Derek over the back of the desk. Derek gets up advancing on the Kanima, it grabs the bars of Melissa's cage and using them for leverage he kicks Derek across the room, slamming into the wall.

The Kanima then focuses on Melissa, it tries desperately to reach her through the bars, hissing and growling. All at once a loud growl is heard, Scott has arrived, digging his claws into the Kanima's back, he throws it away from the cage. The Kanima takes off out the door, Derek follows it.

"Oh, God, Scott?"

"Scott, are you okay?"

"Scott?"

Scott turn his head to look at her, yellow eyes meeting brown. She gasps backing away from the cage, from him. She starts to cry, emotions flooding her as she realizes what her son has become, "No!" Scott lowers his head before he runs from the room.

Tahlia finds a paperclip on the floor, she stretches her long legs out trapping it with her boot and dragging it back to her. Picking it up she pries it open and within seconds she has both she and the Sheriff free. While Stilinski takes care of Melissa, Tahlia rushes out to find the wolves. She goes to round a corner and freezes, she could swear she heard the crack of a whip, Gerard was here. She hears Scott speaking to him, "What are you doing here? It wasn't supposed to happen like this."

"Trust me, I'm aware of that."

"I've done everything that you've asked of me. I'm part of Derek's pack, I've given you all the information that you wanted, I told you Matt was controlling Jackson…"

"And leave him to us. Help your friends. Leave Matt and Jackson to me. Deal with your mother. Go!"

Scott picks it up Gerard's pill container handing it back, "You dropped this."

"Go!"

Tahlia moves further down the hall to avoid Gerard seeing her. Derek heads down the hallway, following Tahlia's scent. He turns the corner nearly tripping over her, she's almost petrified against the wall, still trying to catch her breath. She doesn't move when he approaches, she knows it's him. He lifts her up and carries her outside to his car, he drives away quickly so that no one sees him.

When he pulls up at Tahlia's house he opens the garage door, parking his Camaro inside. They had agreed months ago that it was safer for them both if his car wasn't seen outside her home, so she gave him the code. He helps her out of the car and inside setting her down on the couch.

"Stay still, I'll be right back."

Tahlia sat in the corner of the couch, her back pressed against the arm rest, she felt her throat with her hands, it was swollen. She wasn't sure what her voice would sound like so she avoided speaking for the moment. Derek returned a few minutes later with a mug of tea, peppermint if she smelled right.

"Here drink this. It'll help."

She sat up as Derek held the mug to her lips, he refused to let her sit back till the mug was empty. After she finished it, she sat back again. Derek couldn't help but notice how lost she looked, like a frightened lamb being lead to slaughter.

"Tahlia. What's wrong?"

"He- He was right there. I- I heard- the sound. The whip- he cracked it. I froze- I couldn't move."

She didn't even try to hide the tears that fell from her eyes, didn't try to stop them from rolling down her cheeks. Derek brushed them away with his thumbs, pulling her to him he held her tight. All she needed was to know that someone understood, someone cared, and he did.

"Tahlia I swear to you, as long as I'm here, he will never get you. I will give up my life before I let him hurt you."

She sniffed, inhaling his scent, it was like therapy for her, instantly calming her. He felt her relax and smiled against her head, "How do you feel?"

"Like I just had seriously rough sex, without any of the pleasure."

Derek chuckled, pulling away from her, "So you like it rough?"

"When I'm in the mood. Everyone loves a little hair pulling, light choking and scratches down their back. If they say they don't they're either lying, or they've never tried it."

Derek lifts her head up, he growls as he sees the perfect hand print forming on her throat, Matt's hand. If she was going to have anyone's print on her, it damn well should be him. He couldn't be mad at her for it, only because she didn't consent to it. But from now on the only man touching this woman, was going to be him.

He smirked at her as he ran a finger up her spine under her shirt, then pulling it down he lightly scratched her back with his claw. He saw the shiver her body gave and the way she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. He loved the fact that it was he who made her do those things, he loved how he affected her. He leaned down pressing gentle kisses to her throat, till he'd covered the entire bruise.

She tilted her head back up, he could see the glaze across her Cerulean orbs, he picked her up and made his way to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and took his time undressing her, till she was in her shorts and a tank top. He moved the covers slipping her underneath them and tucking her in, he went around to the other side stripping down to his boxers. He climbed in beside her, spooning against her back he wrapped his arm around her waist, smiling as he felt her small hand intertwine with his.

'There's no way I'm letting her leave.'