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She glanced at the Alpha who was staring at her, tired. She inquired, "What are you going to do? Use your Alpha powers or something? There's little I can do. She's too far along. I can only save time for about minutes but that's it."

He sighed, "Yes, I was gonna use my 'Alpha powers' to heal her. It will lower me from an Alpha to a Beta but I. Don't. Care." He narrowed his eyes at her. Pursing her lips, she raised her arms, "Okay, okay but let me help you. I can keep her safe from the Alpha Pack and the Darach."

After a moment of hesitation, Derek nodded. She smirked, "Well, let's do it."

Ellie sat on the bed on which Cora laid, and grinned. The latter was finally safe from the meanies. Ellie hadn't needed much od her powers to do it. Only a simple notice-me-not charm and a ward had done it.

She smiled at the werewolf who was sitting beside her. He cocked a brow.

"I'm just thinking of how she's well, not good but at least safe again." His lips twitched, and he almost smiled. He was clearly glad as well. Grinning in achievement, Ellie wrapped her arms around him. Derek grunted.

"Let go."

Shaking her head, she answered, "No. You're my teddy bear, my cuddly wuddly teddy bear from now on and to forevermore."

The seemingly five-year old put her head on Derek's stomach, almost shoving him on the bed. She tightened her hands around his waist with the vow to never let go.

"Let. Go." The man growled, and tried to push her away from him. Though against his wishes, a small smile appeared on his face.

She grinned, and yelled against his waist, "NO!"

"Ellie?" Their heads snapped towards the talker. A shaken Lydia stood in the middle of the loft, her eyes wide. The two, still stuck in their hugging pose, looked at Pete with large eyes, who just shrugged.

"I don't know how she got here."

Ellie quickly released Derek from her grip and rushed to the banshee. She hugged her tightly. The girl almost immediately wrapped her arms around her, and broke down. Between sobbing, she managed to mutter something.

"Could you say that again?" The Girl-Who-Lived asked. Lydia lifted her head, and whispered into her ear. Her voice shook.

"I thought you were dead."

Ellie spoke softly to her, "I was but now I'm here, with you. And that's what matters." They broke from the hug, not noticing the two Hales. One of them was smirking, the other's lips twitched into a smile.

The girl grasped Lydia's shoulder, "Now, why are you here?" She smiled.

The banshee tried to explain it as quickly as she could. Of course she didn't get the information that she wanted. The Hales knew nothing of the location of the Nemeton. It had been erased from their memories by Talia Hale.

But in the middle of Peter speaking, Ellie's eyes widened. She quickly looked around for something but saw nothing.

She cursed, "Oh, shit." The young woman slowly faced the confused Lydia and bit her lip.

"Uh, Lydia? Allison and Isaac are in trouble so I kinda have to go help them. Sorry."

The banshee's eyes widened, and she quickly waved for her to go, "Go. Go. They need more help than I do."

Ellie gratefully smiled at her and raised her right hand to snap fingers but stopped. She quickly glanced at the banshee and bit her lip.

"Y'know you can come and help. You can distract the others or something."

Her eyes widened before she nodded rapidly. At Ellie waving for her to come closer, she rushed to her.

"Okay, now grab my arm and let's go." As the Mistress of Death felt the touch of the banshee on her arm, she snapped her fingers, disappearing into grey fog.

The fog misted their vision. Ellie closed her eyes and felt a strong breeze around her, her hair flying and the ground vanishing under her feet.

As her legs were on cold ground again, the young woman grabbed the first thing in her reach. It seemed to be of metal or something. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gazed into the eyes of shocked Allison, Stiles, and Isaac. Deaton just smiled. Apparently, they had travelled to the back of his clinic. Grinning and a bit panting, she spoke.

"You called?"

From the corner of her eye, she saw Lydia holding a hand on her chest. It was always hard to get used to the traveling for others.

They blinked rapidly out of their daze, and Allison sadly spoke up looking down, "Yeah, but you were too late. Jennifer got my dad, as well. Now she has all the three guardians she needs."

"Ah-ah-ah," Ellie raised a finger with a grin. "You forget I can… teleport with my powers. Just say the place and I can get myself there."

The veterinarian spoke up, "Miss Black, it's not that easy. It's called the Nemeton. It is a tree stump and a magnet for all supernatural creatures, including you."

Her grin widened, "Well, that's great. Then I can just go over and get them. If it truly is a magnet, I should feel it."

Ellie closed her eyes, and started to concentrate only on her breathing, how her stomach rose with every breath and the deep dark sight of hers. She imagined a big stump in the middle of the forest. Where else could it be? In the city? No one would find it in the middle of the woods. She raised her right hand, and snapped her fingers.

Nothing happened. The young woman snapped her eyes open, and frowned. Muttering, she crossed her arms, "That should've worked."

Deaton's face expressed nothing but he radiated amusement and certainly would've smirked. She glared at him, "I know what you're thinking. Fine. Even the mighty Mistress of Death can't do this. Jennifer must be under a notice-me-not charm. Those are the worst and exactly how did she contact a wizard?" She grumbled.

Scorching sparks flew off her body, causing the rest of the group to take a step away from the young woman.

"Uhh… Ellie?" Stiles awkwardly said.

"Yes?" The young woman grumbled.

"You're kinda stinging us."

Silence filled the air.

"Oh. Sorry." A sheepish smile appeared on her face.

"So, how again can we do this?" Ellie asked, her voice high as she saw the three bathtubs with ice-cold water and some green plant in them. And the tubs were apparently meant for Scott, Stiles and Allison.

Deaton sighed.

"The three teenagers will get in the tubs which are filled with ice, water and mistletoe. They will take something meaningful to their parents into the bathtubs. The others and I will push them under. You," he looked pointedly at her, "will aid them in their journeys in Death. If everything goes right, we will know where the Nemeton lies and everyone would still be alive. Got it or do I need to say it another five times?" He raised an eyebrow before walking into the reception as he heard the doorbell ring.

The Mistress of Death nodded, breathing out deeply. She stared at the three baths in concern. Allison, Stiles and Scott might all die and they could do nothing. She hadn't fought in a long time. It was years, maybe even decades since she last was in a duel. The hospital had been something else. Ellie had known she was the strongest, the most powerful. But in the spirits' world? No one is even close to being as powerful as them.

She blinked, as a shadowy figure appeared in the room beside her. Death stared at the tubs. She could feel the sorrow coming from him. She glanced at him and was pleasantly surprised. He was wearing unusually normal clothes for a teenager. He had black jeans and an ordinary grey T-shirt on with a black leather jacket on his shoulders. He spoke up, still staring at the baths.

"You do know I will not be able to aid you in the spirit world."

"Yes." The reply was whispered, the pain shadowing the word.

"You know you may not make it."

"Yes." Her voice cracked. Blinking, a lone tear slid off her cheek.

"But you do know you're not alone."

"Yes. I do." Breaking down, she threw herself at him. He wrapped his arms around her, her head barely reaching his chin. She cried into his shoulder.

"I didn't even get to say goodbye to Teddy."

Hearing her voice crack, Death's eyes watered. She and Teddy had grown close in his heart. He had visited many times when Cassie's adopted son was growing up to maybe get her to accept the deal or just to check up on her. The little boy had accepted him as an uncle, surprisingly. As the memories flashed by his eyes, he rubbed her back.

"I know, dearie. I know."

Sniffling, Cassie-Ellie pulled back from him. Sadly smiling, he noticed the red eyes and running nose from crying. She tried to smile back at him but tears filled her eyes. Pursing her lips, she blinked rapidly to get rid of the tears.

"It's okay." He softly said.

"I know."

Unusually sweet silence filled the room which sadly was quickly disturbed by Deaton and the others.

Ellie spun around, Death beside her merely glancing at them. All of them had noticed her red eyes like she had been crying.

"Uh… Ellie? Who's this?" Stiles confusedly asked, his brows furrowed. She turned to Death, the question in her eyes. He shrugged, "Why not."

The young woman looked at the others, smiling. She gestured at Death, "Everyone, meet Death. Death, meet everyone. And by the way, it's Cassie but you can still call me Ellie."

Deaton nodded at him while Scott looked Death up and down before declaring him as an ally and smiling at him. Lydia's went wide and Allison looked suspiciously at the newcomer. Stiles spluttered while Isaac raised a hand for a second, "Hi." Death nodded at him.

Ellie smiled at them in good nature, the grin clearly fake to only Death.

"Shall we get started?"

Ellie gulped as she stood in front of three baths which Allison, Scott and Stiles now occupied. The fear of what could happen was slowly winning her over, only the fact that she had to help them was keeping her still.

Death suddenly grasped her shoulder, and muttered into her ear, "Remember, you just have to watch over them to make sure they don't fully pass into the spirit world. That is your only task. Remember that."

Biting her lip to not start sobbing, she nodded. Ellie swallowed, and tried not to start crying as she opened her mouth.

"Everyone ready?" The ones in the bath and the ones behind them nodded. She nodded.

"Okay, let's do this."

As she raised her hands, the three teenagers were pushed underwater. Ellie started drawing life from them, trying to make the journey to the spirit world easier for them. Within seconds the huge amount of life started to tire her out as she was the Mistress of Death. Between her fluttering eyes as she tried to stay awake, she glanced at the bodies in the baths. They hadn't even try to get back and breathe. They seemed dead to her: their eyes were closed, they were completely still but had stayed underwater.

As the last bit of their life made it into her body, she suddenly gasped loudly. Her arms dropped to her sides and her chest rose. She swayed before starting to lean right. Her eyes fluttered almost shut. Only the bright light of the lamps got through.

She could feel Death moving from behind her and grab her. He laid her on the ground, and quickly looked into her eyes, concerned. The sleepiness quickly started to win her over, making her seem drunk. She smiled absent-mindedly as she noticed him turn worried. Aw. He's sweet. She raised her right hand and put it on his cheek, still smiling.

The last thing Ellie remembered before giving in to the sweet blackness, were the concerned chocolate-coloured eyes looking in hers.

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