She had calmed down after a few minutes, but continued to rest in her brother's comforting hold.

"I saw Mr. Meyers at the hospital." He said quietly making her sit up and stare at him.

"And?" She pushed gently.

He swallowed as he recalled memory. "He looked awful, Syd. He was covered in scratches and bruising and his head was bandaged and still bloody." He told her.

Sydney narrowed her eyes at him, knowing he was leaving something out.

"Something else happened didn't it?" She asked knowingly.

He nodded in agreement. "I had asked him if he was okay and when he looked over at me, he just freaked out. He had grabbed onto my jacket sleeve and he kept screaming and groaning. Finally, mom came rushing in and kicked me out."

"Do you think he recognized you or something?" She asked. She knew that Scott thought he had attacked him and to be honest a small part of her thought he did too, but the rest of her couldn't be sure.

"I don't know. Maybe?" He shrugged before turning his own terrified eyes onto her. "I did that."

She shook her head. "You don't know that, Scott."

"But I could've." He pointed out logically.

"I know, Scottie." She whispered. After a short moment she snorted sarcastically. "We're a pair; I'm becoming homicidal and you're attacking innocent bus drivers."

"Sydney!"

"Sorry, too soon?"

Scott rolled his eyes at his sister's attempt of lightening the mood.

It was quiet between them for a moment before Sydney asked, "How pissed was mom?"

He groaned, head falling back. "Oh man, she was furious; ripped into me right in the middle of the hallway."

"I would've loved to see that." She teased, getting a scowl from him.

"Whatever." He muttered grabbing his cooling dinner.

Next Day
Hale Property

Sydney grabbed onto the back of Scott's shirt and pulled him back behind a nearby tree.

"What the hell?" He asked her quietly, turning to face her.

"Shh." She whispered, pointing to the police cruiser that was in front of the destroyed home.

The officer stepped out the vehicle and cautiously towards the ruins.

"It looks pretty deserted, dispatch." He spoke into his walkie. "Did you want me to take a look inside?"

There was a short pause as dispatch replied the words to quite for her to hear, but she saw that Scott was able to pick them up as his brows furrowed.

"I don't," he paused looking up at the house warily, "I don't think anyone is home."

A short moment later as the officer and dispatch finished conversing; he slowly made his way to the house. He jumped when the dog in the back of the cruiser barked.

"Don't do that." He muttered to the canine returning his attention to the task at hand.

A strange and knowing feeling came over her. Confused she looked up and spotted Derek staring down at the officer through the broken window. The policeman hadn't seen him yet, but she could feel his fear from where she was standing.

The bark again and continued on as she watched Derek stare at it. The officer kept glancing between the dog and house, the fear doubling nearly knocking her over. She gripped Scott's shoulder to steady her; shaking her head at him when he looked over to her in concern.

Eventually, the officer rushed to the cruiser and left the property taking the smell of his fear with him and allowing her to breathe a little easier as well.

She let go of Scott's shoulder and stumbled up the incline to the house. The warm and soothing hands of her brother catching her calmed her as she braced her hands on her knees and took slow and deep breaths.

"I know you can hear me." She said between breaths, raising her eyes to the broken window where she saw him standing. "We need your help."

Nothing happened, the only thing they could hear were the leaves rustling in the breeze and Sydney's breathing regulating. Suddenly, the front door open and Derek walked out onto the porch.

He walked over to them, eyeing Sydney curiously, who let out a pained groan when her eyes caught the sight of the damage done to the house as though she was finally taking it in. She dropped to her knees, arms curling around her stomach protectively.

"What's wrong with her?" Scott asked worriedly, hands hovering over his sister's body, feeling helpless for not being able to help her.

"What's your mother's maiden name?" Derek asked as he lowered himself to the ground.

Scott shot him a befuddled look at the question. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"What is it, Scott?" Derek repeated urgently, placing a gentle hand on Sydney's arm, only to yank it back as if he were burned. He swallowed at the despair, confusion, terror and heat that he felt from the simple touch.

"Delgado!"

A muscle in Derek's jaw ticked. "Paternal grandmother?"

"What?"

"Your paternal grandmother's maiden name, what is it?" Derek snapped, losing his patience with the younger boy.

"Why would I know that?"

"Ra-Ramirez." Sydney panted out, her hands curling into fist at her side.

The surname sounded familiar to him, bringing up a forgotten memory with his mother. _

A cup of tea was set out in front of him.

Looking up from the textbook that he was actually reading, he saw his mother standing before him with a soft yet conflicted expression on her face. He glanced at the tea then her before repeating the process one more time.

Something was troubling her.

She always made tea when something was troubling her.

He was just glad it wasn't that nasty smelling stuff Satomi always brought.

"What's wrong?" He asked her, closing his book and pushing it off to the side.

She forced a small smile on her lips. "What makes you think something's wrong?" She asked with an unconvincing shrug.

He pointed to the cup. "You made tea." He told her knowingly. "You always make tea when something is bothering you."

She let out a small genuine laugh at his observation. "I guess I do." She muttered quietly to herself though his sensitive hearing picked it up.

"So, what's wrong?" He asked her again.

She sighed tiredly, picking up her cup and taking a sip. "An old friend called."

He raised an eyebrow. "And?" He pressed lightly.

"Have you heard of the Ramirez family?" She asked him. He gave her a confused look and shook his head. "They're no longer called that now, but they're line of witches; one of the most powerful covens actually." She noted the respect for them clear in her tone.

"Okay, so what's the problem then?" He still couldn't see where she was going with this.

"My friend, Emiliana, called and told me that her son's family is living in Beacon Hills. He left them years ago, but that is neither here nor there." She said dismissively before continuing. "He had two children, twins-a boy and a girl; she said that we should keep an eye on them, especially the girl."

"Does she think that they'll become witches?" He wondered.

His mother nodded. "The girl at least; Emiliana said that she had different feeling concerning her grandson."

He looked at her curiously. "She said that she saw him with glowing golden eyes."

"He gets turned?" He asked startled, not questioning how his mother's friend knew that. Witches, especially powerful ones, are known for the ability to predict future events.

"And if he gets turned, he'll lose any potential powers he'll have." His mother stated.

"Because you can't be two things at the same time." He repeated the quote from a book he read in their library a little while ago.

"Exactly." She smiled at him softly.

"So, the boy gets turned, but what about the girl?"

"She worries about her; it seems that the feeling she was getting was pulling her in two different directions." She paused seemingly wondering if it was a smart idea to share this with her son. "Either she'll be the sign of balance and hope or the symbol of death and destruction."

Derek choked at the words. "But she's only a kid right now, how is she supposed be either?"

"The thing about witches is that sometimes their powers don't manifest until they're in their mid-teens the latest and they're always released during high times of stress and emotion."

"Okay, so what's exactly is the problem, mom?" He asked, going back to the original topic at hand.

"Try and keep an eye on them. Don't deliberately set out and find them, but just when you do see them, watch out for them." His mother insisted, "Emiliana said that they would both become very important allies to this family, especially if the girl is on her way to the path of balance and hope."

"What exactly is so special about this girl?"

"She's an empath."

He blinked, "An empath? I thought they were a myth?"

His mother shook her head. "They're just very rare; they always come from a family of witches and they are spread out."

"Spread out?" He questioned.

"There is only ever one alive in the family. If one dies another is born. They are also extremely powerful, but can be volatile." She told him seriously, "All those emotions from anybody around or a place are a lot for a single person to handle. In some cases, they could envision what is going on if the emotions are strong enough. It could cause them to have a psychotic break if they don't find that person to hold them together, to center them."

"Like a tether?"

"Like a tether." She repeated softly before silence fell between them. It was comfortable one as Derek processed all the information he just learned.

Not long after that, his mother stood up to check up on Cora, who was playing upstairs in her room.

As she was headed toward the stairs, Derek called after her.

"Their name? You never told me." He asked her.

She looked at him from over her shoulder, a small proud smile on her mouth.

"McCall."

Derek swore, now understanding the strange feeling of recognizing them. Before the fire he had on occasion spotted them whether it was when they were with their friends playing or with their mother at the grocery store.

After the fire, when he and Laura left Beacon Hills, they just went into the back of his mind popping up every once in a while making him wonder if they had come into their powers yet until eventually they didn't.

When he met them in the woods a few weeks ago, he had an odd feeling like he had seen them before, but couldn't think of as to why, even after he learned their names.

He tried to remember something his mother told him concerning an empath, whose powers were manifesting.

Calm them down. They could've been at the place a hundred times before they get hit. The first time with the emotions will be nearly crippling for them, especially if the place has a bad history. Have them focus on one specific thing or person and breath. His mother's voice echoed in his head almost clinically.

"Sydney." He commanded softly, "Sydney, look at me." He watched as she struggled to lift her head particularly when she was hit with another wave of emotion.

Scott moved to help her, but Derek stopped him. "No! Don't touch her." He ordered harshly, startling the boy back.

"What's wrong with her?" Scott asked desperately, hands still out like he still wanted to reach out to her.

"She's feeling the emotions from the house." He told him before turning his attention back to his sister. "Sydney, I need you to look at me." He instructed more gently this time.

Slowly, she raised her eyes to meet his and she let out a sharp cry, hands shooting out to grip his arms. He winced as her nails dug into his skin, but mainly for the rush of emotion that was flowing between them. He knew that she could now feel his emotions from their contact.

Her usual dark brown eyes were black and swimming with a wide range of emotion from both the house and him. He knew she could feel anger, loneliness, regret, and the sadness coming off of him.

"I'm sorry." She muttered so softly that even with his werewolf hearing had trouble picking it up.

His throat closed up at the sincerity of her words, but he ignored it in favor of calming her down.

"Sydney, I need you to focus on something or someone and breathe. Just concentrate on that one thing and breathe slowly and deeply. Do you understand?"

She nodded, closing her eyes, hands still gripping his arms tightly. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she attempted to take steady breathe. She repeated the process until he felt her beginning to relax in the way her hold on his arms loosened and the crinkles in the corner of her eyes smoothing out. Her breathing slowed becoming steady. Eventually, she released his arms and sagged to ground, hands lying flat against the surface.

"Sydney?" Scott called out hesitantly.

She took once last shuddering breath before nodding. "I'm okay. I'm okay." She chanted reassuringly for both of their sakes. Scott was at her side instantly pressing his side against hers.

"What the hell was that?" Scott demanded looking up at Derek with a hard expression.

"What did you feel Sydney?" Derek asked the girl.

A haunted gleam appeared in her eyes and an ache in his chest flared at the sight. Someone as young as her shouldn't have to deal with the horrors she just witnessed.

"When I saw the house or you?"

He clenched his jaw at the question. "Both."

"With the house, there was terror, despair, and confusion, a lot of confusion. There was a searing heat, brightly colored flames and coal black smoke that felt like it was choking me." She recalled as though she was there to witness it herself. "When I looked at you, I felt anger, regret, sadness and loneliness." Her brown eyes pierced heavily into his light blue and she grasped his hand tightly, comfortingly. "So much loneliness for one person, but you think you deserve it," she squeezed his hand when he attempted to pull away, "for not being there, but it wasn't your fault. You were just a kid yourself pretty much and had to go to school. Your loneliness is your penance, even if you don't need one."

He swallowed thickly as she blinked, the haunted look leaving and confusion setting in.

"In-" he cleared his throat, "in some certain families there is a powerful witch that has a certain ability to feel the emotions of a person or a place. If the emotions are strong enough then they can see what had happened. There's only ever one in the family, so when one dies another is born."

"So, I'm not just a witch?" Sydney asked as more questions raced through her mind giving her a headache.

"You're empath."

"Empath?" Scott repeated, "Like the whole experiencing one's emotions and such?"

Derek nodded. "They're rare, like I said there is only ever one in a family and only certain powerful lines have the ability."

"This is hereditary?" She asked before answering her own question, "Of course it is or you wouldn't have just said that. Wait!" She exclaimed looking at Derek with a strange look in her eyes, "You recognize the Ramirez name. You know about our family, how do you know our family?" She inquired seriously.

"My mother knew your grandmother."

Scott and Sydney shot each other a startled look having not expected the information. "Nana Emi?" Scott asked rhetorically, the words sounding strange from having not spoken them in a while. "How?"

"They were old friends.

"Old friends? So, you knew about us and just decided not to tell us?" Scott demanded, helping his sister stand up. Derek also rose as he shook his head.

"My mother told me to keep an eye on you and I did, I just never made my presence known."

"You stalked us?" Sydney asked this time, taking a step back as she eyed him.

"I never deliberately set out and found you. It was just when I was walking home or going somewhere and I spotted you at the playground or at the store. I couldn't push my presence on to you. You had to make the choice of coming to me."

Sydney looked conflicted as she heard him out while Scott looked confused. "You're talking like we were always going to meet." Scott pointed out.

"Your grandmother said that you would be allies to my family. I assumed she meant with Laura, Cora and I when our parents died."

Sydney now had a contemplative look in her eyes, but shook her head not wanting to go any further about the fact that their grandmother is aware of the supernatural or that she and Scott would have been thrown in it no matter what. She did, however, made a note to call her when she had a moment available.

"Okay, fine. We're allies to your—whatever," she swept her hand over Derek's form before continuing, "but that's not why we stopped by, which reminds me that Scott has something to say." She gave her brother a pointed look as he shifted uncomfortably.

"Okay, so I know I'm part of the reason you got arrested and that we pretty much-sorry, Stiles and I," Scott corrected when Sydney made a noise of indignation, "basically announced that you were here to the hunters." Scott paused, hesitating to continue. "I don't know what happened to your si-sister." He stumbled over his wording shooting a glance to his own sister, but he shook his head. "But I think I did something last night."

Derek didn't say anything as he just stared at Scott silently.

"I had a dream about someone, but someone else got hurt. It turns out that part of the dream might have actually happened." Scott finished looking up at him a little desperately as Sydney stood off to the side, her gaze shifting between the two of them.

"You think you attacked the driver?" Derek questioned him.

Scott shot him a look. "Did you see what I did last night?"

"No." Derek said promptly.

"Can you at least tell me the truth?" Scott asked worriedly, "Am I going to hurt someone?"

"Yes."

"Could I kill someone?" Sydney startled at the question, a protest of words clogging her throat.

"Yes."

"Am I going to kill someone?"

"Probably." Derek nodded.

"No!" She said sharply, glaring heatedly at the older man, who eyed her warily as he took a small step back, clearing remembering the last time she was upset with him. "No, Scott. You may be a werewolf, but you're not a killer and you want to know how I know that?" She asked him as he slowly made his way to lean against a pillar. He won't look her in the eye, annoying her. "Look at me, Scott." He refused and she jerked him forward, hands fisting his shirt at his shoulders as he hit the pillar with his back.

"I said look at me!" She commanded, a rush of power soaring through her to Scott, who let out a startled yelp, finally meeting her eyes. "It's like you said last night. You know me better than yourself, well the same goes for me. I know you better than myself, and you would never set out to hurt anybody!" She stressed out intensely.

"But…"

"No, buts!" She shouted making both werewolves flinch at the volume in close range. "No, buts," she said more softly, "Werewolf? Yes. Annoying brother? Yes. A god awful bowler? Absolutely." She smiled softly when Scott snorted, "But a killer? Never."

"But how do you know for sure that I didn't attack the driver last night?" Scott asked her seriously. "Because I know you had some doubts when you saw the bus this morning, Sydney. Danny said you looked worried about something after you saw it."

"Okay, so maybe I did think you might've down something Scott, but you didn't kill him. The driver, Mr. Meyers, he survived the attack." She reminded him gently, "So, please just remember that important piece of information."

Derek stepped forward. "I can show you how to remember." He told Scott, "I can show you how to control the shift, even on a full moon." There was something in his tone that Sydney didn't like as he continued on. "However, it's not going to come free."

Scott stared sadly at the ground as she eyed Derek as her brother asked, "What do you want?"

"You'll find out."

She made a noise of protest in the back of throat, but Derek ignored her. "But for now, I'm going to give what you wanted. Go back to the bus. Go inside. See it, feel it. Let your sense, sight, smell, and touch; let them remember for you."

Scott raised his head. "That's it. Just go back?"

"Do you want to know what happened?"

"I just want to know if I hurt him."

Derek shook his head. "No you don't." He corrected giving him a knowing look. "You want to know if you'll hurt her."

Sydney tensed, knowing who he was referring too.

Allison.