A/N: So i glance over some of the events that happen on the show, like i assume you as readers have seen the show and generally know what's up and also just so you're aware i'm basically inserting a week in between the Rave and the episode after it. Okay I think that's all. The song is weird don't judge me XP

Erica came back to school the day after her attack in the gym. What the hell had happened to her? She was dressed in a leather jacket and a tight fitting black dress underneath. Her high-heeled shoe clacked as she walked into the cafeteria. Jaws dropped all around, because not only did Erica look incredible, so was confident as well. Those things don't just happen overnight. Except that in her case, they did. Everyone was confused, rowan included. She didn't find it as impossible as other kids did though. She knew Erica was special and thought she deserved for everyone else to know it too.

She didn't really find it suspicious until Isaac resurfaced in much the same manor. Leather jacket, white tank top, new found confidence and swagger. That and the fact that he now seemed to be on good terms with Erica was highly suspicious. She didn'y need to see three to know there was a pattern here. She tried to put it out of her mind. Isaac wasn't hers to worry about any more. She really needed to focus on her new beginners class at the studio and on the secret show. She needed to finish her original tracks soon…

"Erica!" Isaac called catching up with her.

"Did you get our tickets?" She asked. He shook his head.

"I gave them to Scott and Stiles."

"Why!"

"We can get some still."

"No we can't we're running out of options and Derek says we have to be there."

"I've got a plan, but I need your help."

Rowan was sitting at a bench by herself. It wasn't like she didn't have friends–acquaintances– they all just had better things to do this lunch. Apparently. She was a little startled when Erica sat down next to her. Rowan had no qualms admitting that Erica was hot. Her eyes raked over her figure once before refocusing back on her eyes. Erica huffed out a laugh.

"Most people are so terrified they can't even check me out like that anymore." Rowan just smirked at her.

"How can I help you?"

"How do you know I'm not just here to chat?" Rowan fixed her with a look that clearly conveyed the likeliness of that.

"Okay, okay. I need you to hook me up with some tickets."

"For the secret show? For the sold out party of the year? What makes you think I can?"

"I have it on good authority that you're gonna spin there. Can you get me two tickets?"

"Afraid not." Erica sighed dramatically.

"Isaac will be so disappointed." She said standing.

"Wait, Isaac Lahey?"

"Yeah," Rowan seemed to be considering it now. She all but growled before turning back to Erica.

"I'll get you tickets. I might lose my good standing with the Cara but– I can get you in. Meet me before school tomorrow," She hesitated before adding, "In the gym." Erica smiled at her and turned to leave.

"Erica?" She stopped and looked back. "Tell Isaac– tell him he owes it to me to come and talk to me, okay?" She nodded and walked away.

This was certainly interesting.

"Come on." Erica ushered Isaac.

"Where?"

"To get our tickets." He pulled away from her shaking his head.

"Why won't you talk to her?"

"I can't."

"Is she an ex or something?"

"No."

"Than why-"

"Just drop it. Try not to scare her while she's dancing, she kind of gets in a trance." he added as an after thought before he all but ran away. Dancing?

When Erica got to the gym Rowan was indeed dancing. The music sounded like a cross between classical and techno. Rowan seemed to be doing ballet but it evolved to something different entirely as the music progressed. When Erica thought the song was over, she knocked loudly on the gym door to get Rowan's attention. Rowan whipped around, startled. Isaac wasn't kidding.

"Hey." Rowan waved her over and knelt down to her bag.

"That music was cool. What was it?"

"Lindsey Stirling, I love her." She stood up with the tickets in hand.

"You're a great dancer." Erica told her. Rowan shook her head.

"I'm a weak dancer. My ankles give out pretty easily so I'm not the best dancer. Not with contemporary ballet anyway." Her voice sounded strained and resigned.

"Well, thanks for the tickets. I owe you one." Rowan shook her head.

"We're square."

"Didn't you risk your job for these."

"Doesn't matter."

"What's up with you and Isaac?" She couldn't help asking. Rowan sighed deeply. Her whole body language read defensive; all her muscles tense. Her heart was beating faster.

"We're just trying to make the best of the fragments of and old friendship." She zipped up her bag, grabbed her iPod that was playing music and stalked out of the gym.

Erica slammed Isaac's locker shut, some how offended on Rowan's behalf. He gave her a quizzical look and she held up a ticket for him.

"You owe that girl." And though she walked away right after that she could still hear him say,

"More than you know."

Isaac was focused on finding Jackson, but he recognized her voice in a heartbeat.

He looked up toward the DJ and she was there bobbing to the music with her giant headphones around her neck. Her hair was pinned back and lace with neon tubing that poured out of her ponytail as well. Her face was painted a light airy blue on one side and it faded into whit on the other. Her eyes and lips were lined heavily in silver and she was dressed in all black and blue. She wasn't speaking. Then he noticed something was off about her voice, like it had gone through a vocalizer. He realized then that it was the song. As he listened to the words it got so much worse.

We lived in a world of glass

All to frail to last

But we knew it'd be okay

Said we'd make it out one day

Isaac felt his heart sink. It couldn't have been about him right?

When did it go so wrong?

Were we to broken all along?

So wrapped up in fear

That you thought it best to disappear?

Did you think that I'd be strong?

Should have guessed that you were wrong

Did you think that I'd move on?

Should have guessed that you were wrong

I needed you

I needed you

She belted out impossible notes and they were laid over even better music mixes. It was beautiful and sad and it was breaking Isaac's heart.

I miss you. But I'd never say a word.

I love you! But the cry will go unheard.

We aren't together anymore

I know that we never were.

But thing are different now

Let me show you how.

I don't care what your secrets are

We've come this far.

I don't care what you father said.

Put it out of your head

Come back home

The music cut out just before the last word, so that it punched Isaac in the chest. Home. He looked back at Rowan. He was only mildly surprised to see her looking back right at him. He swallowed hard, but he got the message. She was still there for him. Was he still there for her? He wanted to tell her yes, that he had never really gone because how could he ever leave her behind. She knew it had been his dad all along? But even though his dad was gone, his life was still much too dangerous to her. He couldn't drag her into his crap again. So again he ran. Her set was over and he could have gone to her but he didn't he navigated him and Erica away from Rowan the need to find Jackson stronger than ever. He wished Rowan would leave and take herself out of danger.

Rowan was trying not to let her pain show. It was a party night she could feel it in her chest. She finished her set and then got down on the floor. She was grinding against someone she didn't know. Glancing over her shoulder she saw it was a guy with blonde hair and dark brown eyes. He was attractive but Rowan wasn't particularly interested. She saw Isaac out of the corner of her eye. He was dancing with Erica and … Jackson? What the fuck? Erica hated him. Isaac hated him! Everyone with common sense generally hated him. Isaac leaned forward taking Erica's mouth, and deepening Rowan's confusion. Then she saw the gun in Isaac's hand. Or it was a syringe type thing. Curious, Rowan spun the guy she was dancing with into another girl and made her way over to the trio. Something was wrong with Jackson. He twisted Erica and threw her away from him. Isaac made to shoot him with the syringe. Jackson pushed him down and the gun clattered away from him, and bumped into Rowan's shoe. He looked up into her face and she felt her breath come quicker. Kneeling down she slid the gun across the floor back to Isaac. Good luck. She mouthed to him as he caught it up again. She turned and left ignoring how Jackson slumped after Isaac stuck the needle in his neck and pulled the plunger down. She left as quickly as possible wanting plausible deniability and fresh air. Had that really just happened? When they all got back in school on Monday, everyone acted like nothing had happened. Rowan followed suit.