A/N~ So how is everyone enjoying the No Relation story. Kind of short and sweet cause I'm still recovering from a bad bout of the flu. Not to mention my computer screen somehow ended up shattered while I was out of the house one day. Still not really sure how that happened. Any comments or reviews, let me know. ~A

Chapter 9

Derek and Peter watch as Cora once again throws up the vile black goo. Derek would like nothing better than to take his sister to the hospital but as Peter reminds him. "The humans have no idea she's a werewolf. They have no idea about the illness or it's cause," and frankly that's alarming to the older werewolf because neither does he. He is supposed to be one of the wise ones of his Pack and yet has no idea what is making Cora sick.

"Also I don't know if you've been paying attention but according to the news, the hospital is being overrun right now, with random cases of people falling ill. Auto accidents with drivers disappearing, including doctors, teachers, students. Even the humans are getting panicked and whoever it is they are making it subtle enough that no one is really sure what's going on, including me, but they're sure that something is going on, that's for sure."

"I don't care about anyone else right now, only Cora and what's going on with her. Do you have any idea what is going on with her?" Derek asked once they were out of the youngest Hale's earshot.

"Mountain ash and wolves bane. Although I'll be honest I've never seen this particularly virulent strain before." Peter said thoughtfully, as he studied his nephew. "You seem distracted, is something bothering you?"

"Shouldn't McKenza and Stiles have been back by now?" Derek asked absently, checking the time for the fourth time in the past ¾ of an hour. His uncle did look at his watch and then did a double take as he realized the time.

"They should have been back hours ago. Even if they did get caught up in training I don't think the pup is up to this level of training without falling flat on his face." The older werewolf said dismissively of the Spark.

The Alpha didn't even bother to look at his uncle as he moved back to his sisters side and took her hand again to begin pull pain from the younger Hale once again. "I think he's going to surprise you, Peter."

"He might indeed." His uncle said with a look of cunning in his eyes as he studied the young distracted Alpha.

Red eyes glowed as the Alpha replied through gritted teeth, "It wouldn't be the first time."

"I hadn't realized you even knew who our young friend was?" Peter said with a slightly suspicious tone to his voice.

"I'm aware of him. I've been aware of him for a while," Derek said with a hiss as Cora's pain became too much for him and he had to let go.

~O~

Although they did practice as they had told Derek they would, Stiles was ever vigilant for the backlash of magic that would tell him that one of the Alpha Pack was trying to get into their warehouse practice space to do them harm. He had set the wards himself to give them that warning. Of course the pain and actual magical backlash would be hitting whichever of the Alpha Pack was trespassing.

The pair had talked and had agreed that apparently the Alpha's who had come after them had decided that Kenzi was Allison. A fact Kenzi thought was hilarious because other than both having dark hair, she and the huntress had absolutely nothing in common.

Kenzi was a werewolf, an admittedly disguised one but it wasn't like she was using the potion anymore to disguise her scent. Her hair was longer, darker and straight. Her eyes were grey not dark like the huntresses. The huntress was a good bit taller than Kenzi as well, and as Stiles oh so delicately put it. "A little more traditional in her garb than you."

"Not very good trackers for werewolves are they?" Stiles asked teasingly. Kenzi actually managed a weak burst of giggles at the comment. When she noticed the Spark suddenly become distracted. "We have company but not an Alpha and not anyone that I know." the amber eyed Spark explained affectionately.

Kenzi started to answer when a tall, slender man dressed in biker gear stepped out of the shadows of the entrance to the warehouse. Instincts and magical intuition told Stiles that the person at the entrance was a strange werewolf and an Omega. Neither of which were to be trusted. This he had learned from both Derek and Kenzi and even Peter had told him something similar. Raising a hand he formed a fireball instantly and sent it flying towards the entrance to the warehouse.

"Stiles, wait!" Kenzi said a split second after the fireball had already left his hand. Even with werewolf speed there was no way for Dyson to get out of the way of the oncoming magical attack. Dyson braced himself and then watched as the fireball slowed and then froze in mid-air.

He and Kenzi both stared at the now perspiring young man as he seemed to slowly pull the magical weapon back towards himself. In all of his centuries Dyson had never heard of anyone, fae, Spark or other who had ever been able to stop a magical attack mid-strike like that. He watched in stunned surprise as this young man continued to do so.

The fireball finally seemed to fizzle out, followed closely by Stiles. Who promptly flopped down on a nearby stack of pallets and offered weakly, "Well, I'm done."

"Thanks Stiles," Kenzi said as she petted his shoulder reassuringly.

"I take it you know this guy," Stiles asked a little weakly, as the other man came walking toward them slowly. Perhaps a little frightened that Stiles would be tempted to try again. Little did he know that the way Stiles felt right now was more like a balloon with all the air let out of it

"So who is he?" Stiles asked.

"He's my wolf," Kenzi said affectionately.

"Really," Stiles said teasingly, "and does your brother know about this wolf of yours?"

Before she could answer though there was a voice from the door. "What wolf would that be?" a voice said on a deep growl as Derek walked into the warehouse. He made his way toward Stiles, who was looking even mire pale than usual. "And why exactly does Stiles look even more like death warmed over than our little sister?"

There was an audible gulp from the redheaded werewolf followed by a whispered, "Alpha Hale?"

Alpha red eyes concluded their study of the Spark before turning the full brunt of the Alpha gaze onto Dyson and responded, "Yes?"

"Dyson Thornwood, meet my big brother Derek." Kenzi said cheekily.

~O~

Bo continues to hone her detective skills on the mystery that was Beacon Hills. She decides that is the more interesting location because apparently Sunnydale has been or is being erased. All of the listings that once were, are no longer reachable. People who once claimed to live there or were once in the phone book for the small town have moved out, moved on and no longer wish to be associated with said town.

Worse yet, were the lawyers. For some reason several of the inquiries she was making led directly back to a law firm, called Wolfram and Hart located in Los Angeles. Lawyers were the worst fae alive, at least in Bo's opinion. Even though Trick kept denying that they actually were a subspecies of fae, Bo didn't actually believe her grandfather in this matter. When three of her inquiries about the small town ended up going straight to the same law firm, her mind was made up. Lawyers were definitely a dark fae conspiracy.

Google Maps even has this odd blanked out area around where the town had once been. Similar in fact to the Area 51, which really freaked the succubus out a bit. So yeah definitely the Beacon Hills area, was the safer choice. She's really rather not find herself being kidnapped in the middle of the night. A black bag shoved over her head, and wake up inside some gray room somewhere with blank walls and some odd little man named Smith interrogating her.

So then the succubus went to her next available source of information about odd and mysterious fae locations and information, namely Trick.