Ooooooooo boy! You guys...I rewrote this chapter 5 times...no lie. Partly cause I didn't like the direction it was going and also I kept wanting to jump ahead in the story. Lucky for you guys my husband is very opinionated and knows how to help me go in the right direction. I hope you enjoy this, things are starting to get real juicy.

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TW- Post S5 DP-Pre PP.


Alan Deaton leaned against the surgery room door, observing the occupants within. Seated in a chair, arms and hands bound with blood blossom infused ropes, sat Melissa McCall. In another chair near her, head resting on his chest, was Scott. The morning had been a calm one until the young alpha had run in breathless and worried.

"Deaton! Deaton, I need your help. Please!"

After following the younger man to a car, he'd helped carry his two newest patients into the clinic. With the two now lying on the tables, Scott was finally able to explain what had happened.

"And you're sure she's possessed?" Deaton asked.

"Yes, red eyes and when she spoke, it wasn't her voice." Scott explained. "We were fighting. Deaton, I should have been able to push back my own mom. I couldn't do that this time, the strength she had, it took everything I had to stay on my feet."

Deaton, wasting little time, began binding Melissa's hands with some fussing from Scott.

"What is that?"

Smiling patiently Deaton tied the ropes just tight enough around the woman's wrists.

"These ropes are infused with blood blossom petals. These flowers work similarly to how wolf's bane can affect you, blood blossoms can affect those from the other plane."

Once he had explained to Scott what he was doing and that no actual harm would come to his mother, the young werewolf relaxed. With Melissa taken care of and no evidence of injury found, Deaton moved onto the younger teen.

"Who is this?"

Scott explained everything that happened in the past three days. He spoke of how Danny had been found, who he was, and the uncertainty of whether the boy was supernatural or not. He told his mentor about the green 'blood', the appearance of ghosts and the deaths caused by them. Once they had bandaged him up, they moved him to another room to rest.

Sighing, Deaton walked to the room where the younger teen slept. The wound had been slight, but with all head wounds, it had bled like no tomorrow. He looked over the young man one more time, and took note of some bandaging on his arm. He'd have to ask Scott about it sometime later. Looking back at the door to the surgery room Deaton smiled as he thought of Scott's earlier reactions. It'd taken some convincing to get his young employee to finally settle down and get some rest as well. The poor teen had looked dead on his feet as he helped clean Danny's wound.

A muted groan from the surgery room roused Deaton from his thoughts. Walking back into the room, Deaton saw Scott, who'd been in a light sleep, wake instantly. The teen werewolf was by his mother's side, waiting to see what would happen as the woman began to rouse.

"Mom?" he spoke softly.

Melissa's head rolled side to side as she slowly came to.

"Sc…Scott. Wha…what…?" For a moment, Melissa stared at her son, her eyes unfocused and glassy.

For a moment, Scott felt that his mother was now safe, until she froze and stiffened. He watched as familiar chocolate brown eyes faded and gave way to glowing red.

"Finally!" came a voice that was not Melissa's.

Deaton stepped up beside Scott and stood up straight.

"To whom am I speaking with?" he commanded.

Not-Melissa glared at the ropes that bound her.

"What is this?" Not-Melissa growled as she wrestled against the ropes.

"Hey!" Scott said getting the things attention. "Who are you?"

Not-Melissa smirked an unfamiliar smile and laughed.

"Why should I answer any of your questions?"

Scott growled, his own eyes flashing red. This in turn only caused the thing inside his mother to laugh more.

"Ooooh, the big scary mutt growled at me, what should I do?" she mocked.

Deaton placed a calming hand on Scott's arm, stopping the teen from responding.

"Very well, you don't have to talk right now. We'll wait."

Scott watched as his mentor pulled a bottled of glimmering black dust from his pocket. Unscrewing the bottle, Deaton began to circle Melissa, as he poured a circle of ash around her.

"Mountain ash?" Scott asked. He could feel the magical barrier spark from where he stood as Deaton completed the circle.

"Just in case our friend here breaks free." Deaton said pleasantly.

Not-Melissa grimaced, but continue to say nothing.

"We'll come back when you're ready to talk." Deaton said smiling politely.

Escorting Scott away, the two sat in the back office and began to plan.

"How do we get that thing out of her?" Scott asked.

Deaton could hear the frustration in his voice and sympathized with the teen. The boy had been through so much since becoming a werewolf, and part of Deaton wondered if Scott would ever catch a break.

"Right now, I'm not sure." Deaton admitted. "I've never dealt with possession before, but you have."

"Lydia." Scott said. "She was able to separate Mason from The Beast"

"As I understand it our brave Deputy Parrish played a role in The Beast's demise." Deaton reminded him.

Nodding in understanding, Scott called Lydia. Following his brief conversation with her, he contacted Stiles, and then Parrish. An hour later and the clinic was starting to feel crowded.

"So, another possession?" Lydia said as she leaned on the nearby counter.

"Seems so." Deaton said.

Stiles rubbed his eyes, he'd only gotten about three hours of sleep. While he was all about helping Scott, he really wanted some shut eye.

"Are we ever going to get a break from the supernatural?" he complained.

"Now you're just jinxing us." Parrish said.

Stiles glared at the Deputy. Sitting in the middle of room, still bound and surrounded by mountain ash, sat Melissa. The ghost inside her glared at the party before it.

"Lydia, Parrish." Scott spoke up. "Since you two have a connection with the dead, there may be something you can do to help here."

"I'm just now starting to understand how my abilities work Scott." Lydia said as she eyed his mom.

"I know, but you helped Mason get free of his possession, right?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah, but this seems different. I don't want to risk hurting your mom." Lydia, whose face was etched with concern looked to her alpha.

"Parrish, do you think you could do anything?" Scott asked.

Parrish eyed Melissa for a moment.

"I don't think I can do much either, but I could try." He finally admitted.

Laughter from where Melissa sat gained everyone's attention.

"Oh you stupid humans. You think you can get to me." Not-Melissa laughed. "You know I think I'll stay in this body, it's quite comfortable."

"Get out of her now!" Scott growled out, eyes flashing red as he bared his fangs.

"Listen here mutt, I've faced bigger and meaner things than you. I'll tell you right now, you try anything and mommy dearest here dies."

The room was silent as everyone soaked in the threat.

"That's right. You come near me and I'll squeeze her heart until it's nothing but mush." Not-Melissa smiled wickedly.

Scott roared and lunged at the thing inside his mom. So lost in anger and worry, the young alpha had forgotten about the mountain ash barrier. The next moment saw him repelled by the barrier and colliding with the wall behind him.

Not-Melissa cackled, causing the woman's face to distort with the ghost's mirth. Stiles rushed to his friend's side, as Scott groaned.

"Scott, calm down. Don't let that thing get to you, we will figure out something." Deaton said calmly and quietly as he helped the teen to his feet.

Scott glared at the laughing thing as he was escorted out of the room by his friend and mentor. Lydia and Parrish followed behind them as they settled into the vet's office.

Closing the door behind him, Parrish was the first to speak.

"Now what?"

Scott paced the office, his hand digging into his hair as he worked on controlling his breathing.

"I…I don't know." He managed to get out.

"Scott, we'll figure something out, but you need to calm down." Lydia said trying to sooth her friend.

"I've got it!" Stiles said.

"What?" Scott said walking up to him.

"Danny." Stiles was smiling ear to ear.

"How is he going to help?" Parrish asked.

"His parents are the foremost leading ghost experts, right?" Stiles paused. "He may have picked up a thing or two from them."

Scott's eyes widened in understanding.

"That's a big 'if'." Deaton said.

"But it's one I'm willing to take." Scott said.

Nodding to his friend, Scott and Stiles rushed to the exam room where Danny lie. Wasting no time Stiles began to lightly smack Danny's cheeks.

"Hey! Hey, come on wake up."

Danny's eye scrunched up as he turned his head away from the offending hands.

"Ugh, stop." Danny complained.

"Danny, please we need you up." Scott said as he helped the younger teen sit up.

At the entrance of the room, Lydia and Parrish watched as the two boys worked on getting Danny up.

"What? Scott?" Danny hissed as his hand flew to head. "What hit me?"

"Danny, Danny we need your help." Stiles said snapping his fingers to get the younger teens attention.

"Stiles? What's going on?" Danny said as he stared at him in confusion.

Danny froze as the memory of what had happened came rushing back to him. Faster than either of the others could react, Danny was on his feet and running. The group didn't have far to go as Danny stopped a few feet away from where Melissa sat.

"Melissa…no." Danny said.

"Danny, we need your help. We'll explain things later, but did any of your parents' research say how to get a ghost out of someone who's possessed." Stiles asked quickly.

Danny stared at the woman, guilt written all over his face. He watched as the thing inside Melissa struggled against the ropes that bound it.

"It's my fault." He whispered.

"Danny." Deaton's calm voice seemed to break through to the distraught teen.

Looking to the new person, Danny was confused.

"As Stiles said, we can talk about things later, but Melissa is in danger. The thing inside her has threatened to kill her if we do anything."

Danny's whole body seemed to still as he looked back at Melissa.

"Not again." Danny said, his hands balling into a fist. "Not this time. I'm tired of others getting hurt because of me!"

The group backed away from the younger teen as the air around Danny seemed to drop in temperature. Turning and walking back into the other room, Danny leaned against the exam table, his head down. The group crowded into the room after him. Scott walking slowly up to the younger boy broke the silence.

"Danny, what do you mean?"

Danny sighed heavily.

"You asked if I knew anything from my parents' research about ghost possession, right?"

Scott nodded, but when he noticed Danny couldn't see him he spoke up.

"Yeah."

Danny remained silent, when Stiles walked up to stand beside his friend. The sound of something crackling lightly drew his attention to Danny's hands. A thin layer of ice was growing out from where Danny's hands made contact with the steel table.

"Why is there ice?" Stiles asked as he tapped Scott's arm frantically.

Removing his hands from the table, Danny turned back to Scott.

"When did you figure out who I was?" Danny asked.

"Yesterday." Parrish responded. "Part of our job is to make check on unknown people. Since you're a minor, the likelihood of finding you in the database was high."

Crossing his arms Danny nodded in understanding.

"I figured it was just a matter of time before you found me. I guess I was just hoping it'd take longer."

"Danny, we aware that your situation is a difficult one, but we need your help right now." Deaton spoke up.

Danny stared at the older man, a look of confusion on his face.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Danny this is my boss, Alan Deaton. Danny, please…can you help us?" Scott said taking a step closer.

With another heavy sigh, Danny seemed to relax a bit, as he leaned against the now thawed table.

"My parents are geniuses. They can invent something from nothing, but when it comes to knowing anything about ghost…" Danny shrugged. "Not so much."

"How can ghost experts not know anything about ghosts?" Lydia asked in disbelief.

Danny smiled at the common question.

"They have some things right, but they hate ghosts so much, that they kind of blind themselves to facts." He explained.

"So, you don't know how we can help Melissa?" Parrish asked.

"I didn't say that." Danny said before continuing. "See having ghost obsessed inventors for parents, you get dragged into a lot of their lectures about their newest invention. Their biggest invention was this thing they called the Ghost Portal."

"Wait, a Ghost Portal?" Stiles said as he squinted at Danny.

"I know it sounds weird, but hear me out. This device would allow them to punch a hole into the ghost realm, but after they completed it…surprise, surprise, it didn't work."

"Your parents attempted to breach the veil?" Deaton asked seriously.

"The veil?" Danny said confused.

"Oh yeah, you know the other side where the dead lives." Stiles said sarcastically.

Scott glared at his friend and elbowed him.

Danny laughed.

"I don't think that the ghost zone is the same as the veil."

Deaton seemed to relax some as he continued to listen to Danny's story.

"Anyway, so mom and dad are bummed that the portal doesn't work. My friends, Sam and Tucker somehow convinced me to take them down to the lab to see it. We got to talking about it and how it was supposed to work, and that's when I started to feel bad for my parents."

Danny held up his hand staring at for a moment before he spoke up again.

"I went into the portal to see if maybe I could get it work somehow."

"What happen?" Lydia asked.

"Turns out, the only thing my parents did wrong was put the on-off switch inside the portal." Danny scoffed.

Holding his hand out so everyone could see, a small ball of green energy sprang to life. Scott and Stiles stepped back in surprise as the room was bathed in green light.

"Turns out electricity mixed with ecto-engery has weird effects on the human body." Danny said.

"You turned it on while you were still inside?" Deaton asked with a hint of surprise in his voice.

Lydia stared at the green ball of energy and swallowed.

"You should have died." She whispered.

Closing his hand and extinguishing the light, Danny looked to the red head with a sad smile.

"You're right. I should have, but whatever happened, the portal gave me these abilities."

"What abilities Danny?" Scott questioned.

Glancing around the room, Danny took a deep breath and stepped forward so that he was in the middle of everyone. A bright white ring of light flared to life at Danny's waist, causing everyone in the room to jump back from the young teen. The ring split into two and began to travel to opposite ends of the boy's body.

The t-shirt and jeans Danny wore gave way to the black and white hazmat suit, the DP symbol clear on his chest. Snow white hair replaced jet black as the rings completed their journey. Exhaling to calm his nerves, Danny opened his now neon green eyes and looked around the room before floating a few inches off the floor.

"Ghost powers."