In an unknown location, a man named Patrick was dragging a black body bag into a refrigerated room where large, human shaped, pieces of meat hang. The bodies were wrapped in clear plastic pierced with metal hooks.
As he got down close to the body bag, something inside jumped, startling him, "Hey," He said in protest, "Relax I'm going to open the bag."
The thing inside does stop moving as he opened it. Inside, was a girl with tape binding her wrists and over her mouth struggled, "It's Kalissa, right?" He asked her.
Kalissa noticed, over his shoulder, a collection of knives and cleavers suspendered on a magnetic knife rack, "I guess you're coming to a certain conclusion." Patrick told her, "You're not going to be leaving here."
Kalissa's eyes widen at the statement, "It's okay that you're scared." He assured her, "See, contrary to traditional culinary practices, it actually tastes better for someone like me when the kill's been frightened."
He then bared his teeth and hiss/growled at her making it clear that he was a Wendigo, "Look at me, Kalissa." He ordered when Kalissa shut her eyes, "Open your eyes." The girl released a sobbing sound instead, "Kalissa." He said once more, "Open your eyes."
Instead of looking at him, Kalissa looked over his shoulder and noticed Dr. Deaton there. Patrick attacked him with metal meat hooks, but Deaton had his retractable baton and made short work of the supernatural.
"Okay, wait! Stop!" Patrick begged him, "The dead pool's over. You're not going to get paid." Patrick informed him.
"I'm not here to kill you, Patrick." Deaton said calmly, "I'm taking you back to Eichen House." He said to the Wendigo, "Where they know all about your culinary practices."
Deaton helped unbound Kalissa, "Are you..." She shuttered, "Are you a cop?" She asked him with some relief.
"Veterinarian." Deaton said with a smirk.
On a secret floor at Eichen House, Patrick was wheeled in on a gurney as Deaton met with Dr. Conrad Fenris, "While I'm relieved to have Patrick back in our care, I still need to advise you against doing this, Alan." The doctor told him. In each of the cells they passed, Deaton caught a glimpse through bars, there were a variety of heretofore unseen supernatural creatures, "There's a reason this floor isn't listed in the brochure."
"I came through on my end of our bargain." Deaton said remaining unbothered, "Now it's your turn. All I want to do is talk to him."
"The last person that went in to see Valack left the room, but not the building." Dr. Fernis warned him as they stopped near a reinforced Plexiglas cell, "All they did was talk."
"I'll keep that in mind." Deaton told him. Dr. Fernis allowed him into the room, "Dr. Valack?"
"You must be important." Dr. Valack commented to Deaton, "They don't usually let people get this close." He held up a book, "They let me read." He shared with him, "Unfortunately, all I get are these trashy romance novels. I've read this one seven times." He said with a smile.
"I was hoping we could talk." Deaton told the man, "My name is Dr. Alan Deaton."
"Oh, I know your specialty, Dr. Deaton." Dr. Valeck said as he placed his book down, "And I know it's not cats and dogs."
Deaton gave him a knowing look, "I'm here because of what you know about South American mythology."
"No." Dr. Valeck said with a head shake, "You want to know about Kate Argent." Dr. Valack said as he stared at Deaton, "You want to know about La Loba. The Bone Woman."
"I need to know what she did to Derek Hale." Deaton confessed to him, "And if he's dying."
"Why?" Dr. Valack asked with a look of suspicion.
"Because of a promise I made." Deaton said strongly, "To a woman I loved."
"Maybe you should write the romance novels." The prisoner commented, "If you want to know more, Dr. Deaton, you have to come closer."
"I've been advised against that." Deaton said to him, "I only want to talk."
"To hear what you know." Dr. Valack said, "You need to see what I know." He then began undoing the bandage that was wrapped around his head, "You do that by coming closer." He told Deaton once he revealed a ragged and bloody hole in the middle of his forehead.
"I don't know much about trepanation, but I'm relatively certain that just because you drilled a hole in your own head, it doesn't mean you've somehow gifted yourself with extra-sensory perception." Deaton said unimpressed.
"Come a little closer." Dr. Valack pursued him, "Take a look for yourself."
Deaton does take a step closer, "That's it. Come and have a look." He said to the Veterinarian.
Deep inside the hole in Valack's skull, an eye suddenly opened inside what appeared to be his bloody brain matter.
Scott returned home to find his mother and Isaac waiting for him in the living room, "Hey, sorry I'm back so late." He apologized to her, "I was closing up the Animal Clinic." But the only thing Melissa did was stare at him, "I got more hours to earn a little extra..." He trailed off when he noticed that his mother and Isaac were standing over the duffel bag, "Money." He finished weekly.
"How much more did you need?" Melissa asked indicating at bag. Scott noticed that Isaac looked ready to abandon him again, "This is payment from the dead pool." She told him knowingly and Scott knew that Isaac spilled everything to Melissa. Scott knew that there was no way Isaac could actually hide things from her.
"I found it in Garrett's locker." Scott explained to her.
"This belongs to Derek?" She questioned both the wolves. They both nodded sheepishly, "So you're just keeping it safe for him in a gym bag underneath your bed?" She chastised them, "How long have you had it?"
"Too long." Isaac admitted.
"You know you have to give it back?" Melissa told them, but she was mainly directing it towards Scott.
"I was going to." Scott claimed in a not so convincing manner, "Do I want to know why you haven't?" He asked her, "Because of you."
"Me?" Melissa asked surprised, but then she realized what Scott meant, "You mean because we've been struggling a little?"
"Mom, we're struggling a lot." Scott confessed to her and Melissa turned to Isaac who looked super guilty. Yeah, Melissa knew that Isaac didn't like keeping secrets from Scott either. She looked between the two supernatural creatures with understanding, "Scott, you can save people's lives." She told her son, "But you cannot save them from life." She said to the two, "Life is full of struggle."
"But it doesn't have to be." Scott said in defeat.
"Honey." Melissa said.
"Do you know what just one of these can do?" Scott questioned as he held up a stack of the money, "This gets us a new roof." And he pulled out another stack, "And this pays for Stiles' MRI." He continued, "This pays for Eichen House." He pulled out another stack, "And this one means you don't have to work the double shift at the hospital and come home totally exhausted."
Melissa silently picked up a blood-stained stack of bills and handed it to Scott,"What about this one?" She questioned him. Scott knew what his mother was getting at and gave her a nod.
Derek was packing his duffel when he heard a knock at the loft door. When he opened the door he found a nervous Micah looking right back at him, "So I hear you and I are related. Cousins to be exact." Micah tried in a weak tone.
Derek nodded, "Why don't you come in?" Derek offered and Micah gradually accepts the invitation.
"I was wondering if you knew anything about my mother," Micah told him as an uncomfortable silence fell over them, "Peter doesn't seem to have any memory of her and call we have is some code name for her."
"I don't actually," Derek told him, "My mother probably removed my memories as well."
"Any idea as to why she would do that though?" Micah asked, "I mean...we're family and-"
"My mother was a wise woman," Derek interrupted him gently, "She did what she had to do to protect us. She probably thought-"
"She was doing the right thing," Micah finished for him understanding, "She did." Micah told Derek, "My adoptive parents treated me like I was their own. How do you get over the guilt of killing someone you loved?" Micah quickly realized his mistake when he noticed the tense expression on Derek's face, "I shouldn't have asked that...I'm sorry." Micah was headed for the door ready to leave.
"You don't." Derek's voice stopped him, "You don't get over it. It will always be there and you will feel it everyday." Micah turned to see Derek staring out the window, "Some days the hurt is unbearable and others it's like an itch you can't scratch."
"So how do you handle it? How do you find that piece of mind?"
Derek turned and faced Micah, "I look for in this pack." Derek replied easily, "I look for it in Stiles."
Micah slowly realized what Derek was saying, "Like an anchor."
Derek gave him an impressed smile, "You're going to be fine."
"Are you though?" Micah questioned him, "I found a third piece of the dead pool with your name on it at school. Landon and the others explained to me what they had to do. Aren't you worried that it still might happen?"
"No one's trying to kill you guys anymore," Derek told him, "So I don't have to worry about dying now and actually relax in this town."
"Relax?" Micah questioned with feign ignorance, "I don't know even know the meaning of the word."
"You will...eventually."
This for some reason causes Derek and Micah to laugh just as the intruder alarm had suddenly sounded. Micah quickly flashed out his claws just as Derek armed himself with his gun and scanned the room. He couldn't see or hear anything out the ordinary.
"They're outside the door." Micah whispered to him. Together the cousins slowly made their way to the door as they got closer they could see a shadow standing outside. Derek gestured for Micah to wait as he opened the door with his gun ready. Only it wasn't an actual intruder that had caused the alarm to go off.
In front of them stood a dripping wet Landon Martin staring at the ground.
"Landon?" Derek questioned. In response to his name, Landon lifted up his head showing that he was obviously in a daze and released a Reaper scream. After Landon had finished he still remained in his daze and walked away, "So much for relaxing." Micah told him, "I'm going to make sure he doesn't hurt himself, we'll talk more later?"
"Yeah," Derek assured him. Micah managed to give a tiny small smile before chasing after Landon. Derek closed the loft door and gripped the gun tightly in his hand.
The sounds of hand to hand combat were coming from Liam's room. He and Mason were playing video games and Liam was winning, "When did you get so good?" Mason claimed to his friend just as Liam blew him up with a laugh, "You been practicing? Or did you just suddenly get superhuman reflexes?" Mason joked at him.
"Uh... Practicing." Liam stammered completely caught off guard, "Yeah, I've been practicing." He said more confident.
"And I should be studying." Mason said as he put down his controller.
"Where are you going?" Liam questioned his best friend.
"Home?" Mason questioned, "I got a History test tomorrow."
"Come on." Liam begged, "One more game."
"Yeah, you said that four games ago." Mason said with a laugh.
"Study here." Liam offered, "You can stay over."
"You okay?" Mason asked sensing something wrong.
"Yeah. You're right." Liam said avoiding the question, "You should go. I should probably study too." Mason of course hesitated at the doorway, he wanted to say something, but doesn't, "See you at school."
Later that night, Liam lied down to sleep. He paused, looking in each of the corners of his bedroom, before turning out the lamp by his bed.
The sound of the rain against the window seemed to disturb him. In the darkness he began to hear thumping, breathing and growling noises. He imagined a Berserker in his room walking closer to his bed and bending down over him, "You're not there." Liam chanted to himself, "You're not there."
In a panic, he turned the light back on and was faced with an empty room with no berserker in sight.
Morning had finally come and Stiles was still trying to sleep, but unfortunately there was someone occupying her room that wouldn't leave her alone, "Stiles." Derek's voice entered into her ears.
"Hmm?" She replied with her eyes still closed.
"You've got an early morning practice for the big game tomorrow, remember?" Derek reminded her.
"Go away!" Stiles told him as she threw the covers over her head. Stiles thought she had won and that Derek would actually leave her alone when she felt him get off the bed.
"If Micah and I going to watch an entire lacrosse game," Derek's voice continued again as he yanked the covers off her.
"You have done so already," Stiles mumbled interrupting him from under the pillow, "Like a creep hiding in the bleachers."
"Not with you in it," Derek made a point to say, "So you better not suck."
"Not gonna suck." Stiles said finally giving in to the pressure of waking up. She removed the pillow and doesn't forget to shoot daggers at him.
"Remember you were supposed to drive me to school early so I can get more studying in for the math test?" Micah spoke as he climbed through the window, "The one that determines whether or not I'm gonna be a senior with you next year?"
"Oh God, Peter's not going to come out my closet is he?" Stiles groaned getting up from her bed, "It's a Hale invasion in here." She continued mumbling complaints and insults while looking for something to wear.
All the while, Derek and Micah were busy staring at her murder board. On the board, Stiles had taken everything down and had "Who is the Desert Wolf?" written and circled. They exchanged glances and turned to Stiles, who was now throwing her clothes all over the place.
Micah was the first to move as he surprised Stiles in a tight hug, "Thank you." He whispered to her, before letting her go and climbing out the window.
"Seriously use the door already!" Stiles shouted to him, "I'll be down in a minute." She caught Derek staring at her, "Do I have something on my face?"
Instead of answering, Derek gently placed both his hands behind Stiles' head catching her by surprise, and pulled her in for a kiss, "What are you doing?" Stiles asked leaning away, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
"I don't care." Derek whispered to her and pulled her in for a slow and tender kiss. For a second, it was like he could feel a faint tug between them.
"As much as I love that you two are bonding," Micah's voice came from outside the window, "Some of us have school to get to."
Stiles ended up laughing, "He's right." Stiles smiled at him, "Don't you have something to do anyway?"
"Yeah, I'm actually supposed to meet with Scott," Derek told her as he placed a kiss on her head, "I'll see you later tonight."
At the Argent Apartment, Allison finally confronted her dad, "So what have you been doing all this time?" She questioned her father in his study.
"You should be getting ready for school," Chris told her sidestepping the question.
"Dad, we've been through this before." She told him not moving, "We can't have secrets between each other." She said strongly, "We're supposed to look out for each other."
Chris looked at his daughter and studied her before giving her a head nod, "You're right." He told her as he produced the yellow stalk of Wolfsbane, "We need to talk."
Derek returned to his loft to find Scott already there. Inside, Scott placed the duffel bag on top of the table, "Okay." Derek said simply.
"Don't you wanna know why it took so long to return it?" Scott questioned at the calmness Derek had given him.
"How much do you make at the Animal Clinic?" Derek countered him with another question.
"Minimum wage." Scott informed him.
"That's why." Derek said easily, "Everyone can be tempted, Scott." He said wisely, "Even a True Alpha."
"You're not angry?" Scott asked.
Derek shook his head, "It's not even mine." Derek confessed, "It belongs to Peter."
"Where's your money?" Scott asked with some concern.
"You're standing on it."
Scott looked under his feet and whispered, "There's another vault?"
"No." Derek said laughing at the Alpha's expression, remembering Stiles asking the same thing, "I own the building and I have my own bank accounts." He pushed the bag toward Scott, "All the money from the vault was Peter's." Derek said to him, "I think we'd actually be better off if the rest never came back." He also inputted.
Scott couldn't help, but agree with the statement, "I know Landon was here last night." Scott told him as he changed the subject, "Deaton's still working on figuring out what Kate did to you." Scott said with hope, "If anyone can find an answer, it's him."
Deaton was dreaming. He was in Mexico at La Iglesia on a stone slab covered in bones. He got up and looked around. Seeing a bone shard sticking into the stone, he pulled it out. It was covered in blood. The ground began to shake and his vision whirled dizzily.
Back in reality, Deaton was actually laying in one of the rooms at Eichen House, "Keep monitoring him every hour." One of the doctor's said, "If nothing changes.,,"
Doctor Fenris shined a light into his eyes and Deaton was unresponsive, "They never listen." He said with disappointment.
In class, Micah was trying to get Landon's attention, who was distracted, "Landon?" He tried before tapping on his desk, "Landon." This time Landon turned his attention to the overeager werecoyote, "Did you hear me?" Micah asked with a grin as he held up a paper, "Look. I passed."
"C-minus." Landon said in an unimpressed tone.
"Your notes are great when they're not written in code." Micah praised her.
However Coach Finstock then placed down another test paper, "Disappointed, Micah." He told him, "Profoundly disappointed."
This time Micah had received a "F", "I'll send you my notes." Landon offered to the now down classmate.
Landon noticed Coach's lesson on the chalkboard. He had been talking about the net worth of some of America's richest men at the time of their death. The list, with the name and amounts, looked very familiar.
NETWORTH AT TIME OF DEATH ADJUSTED FOR INFLATION
JOHN D. ROCKEFELLER: 318 BILLION
CORNELIUS VANDERBILT: 150 BILLION
HENRY FORD: 188 BILLION
Kira could see exactly what Landon was thinking and leaned over to him, "It's over." Kira reminded him, "The computers are off. No more assassins. No more murders." She pointed out everything that they had been facing, "No one's dying."
Landon felt otherwise and shifted uncomfortably into his seat saying, "Not yet."
Liam was preparing to bench press as Mason warmed up with dumbbells, "That's a lot of weight." Mason commented as Liam was about to bench press 300 lbs.
"I'm trying to get ready for the game tomorrow." Liam reasoned to him.
"You need a spot?"
"No." Liam asked, before changing his tone, "Do you?" He mocked at Mason.
"This is my warm-up, you ass." Mason told him, but Mason put down his dumbbells and stood over Liam.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Liam asked.
"I'm spotting you." Mason said in an obvious tone.
"I said I don't need one."
"Are you kidding me?" Mason asked as if he friend had lost his mind, at this point Mason was ready to accept anything, "This is like 300 pounds." He indicated to him, "You're gonna kill yourself."
Liam made a point to do a press easily, "Do I look like I need help?" Liam asked him.
As Liam began to lift again, he flashed back to his fight with the Berserker on the hospital roof. The vision of the Berserker coming came faster and his strength failed resulting in him dropping the bar on his chest.
Unable to move it now, he was struggling for air until Scott showed up with Mason and lifted the bar off Liam. He coughed uncontrollably, but managed to say, "I'm fine."
"If you don't want to be with us, that's okay." Scott whispered to him, "But don't push your friends away too."
Liam looked at Mason for a moment then caught sight the berserker in the mirror behind him.
Chris Argent had tracked Kate to her storm water drain lair. And also happened to run into Peter, who just so happened to be there, "How'd you find her?" Chris questioned.
"Keen sense of smell." Peter said easily, "You?"
"This came out of Scott's side." Chris told him as he held up the bone he had removed, "There were traces of calcium hydroxide on it." He explained to him, "It's used by water treatment plants as an anti-corrosive."
"You tracked Kate and her Berserkers all the way down here." Peter said clearly impressed, "That's very impressive." Peter said as a smirk formed on his face, "I wonder if one of them might still be around."
Before Chris even had a chance to react, Peter signaled a berserker on him.
Later that same evening, Scott, Kira, and Allison arrived to Derek's loft, "Doesn't look like Derek's home." Allison commented as they entered the dark loft.
"He's not." Scott told her.
"Then how come we're stopping here first?" Allison asked.
"You'll see." Scott said with a smile.
"I can't see anything." Allison commented, "Can you turn on the lights?" She asked.
"That's what Kira's here for."
Kira, with a smile, touched a single bulb and all the lights in the room warm and begin to glow, "Oh." Allison said clearly surprised. Apparently, Scott had prepared Derek's loft for a date.
He had strung individual light bulbs from the rafters so that they hung down into the room at varying heights. "I'm going to go," Kira told with a smile and left.
Once Kira shut the door, Scott turned over to Allison, "Did I do okay?" He asked her.
"For our first real date since I got back?" Allison questioned with all smiles wrapping her arms around him, "It's a start." She told him as they kissed.
"Did you bring a movie?" Scott asked as they broke apart.
"Now I see why Stiles was so dead set on giving this to me," Allison said with a laugh and held up the movie, "She says you've never seen it and that she's going to kill you if you don't."
Scott took the case, "Star Wars." He said with a laugh.
"Where's the TV?" They questioned each other.
Due to Derek's lack of a TV, the couple resulted to watching it on a laptop computer, "So, this is the fourth one?" Scott questioned.
"No, it's the first one." Allison to him, "Even though it says fourth."
"Then what's the first one?" Scott asked now confused.
"The fourth one." Allison said, but that only caused Scott to look even more confused, "You know what? Forget the movie." Allison told him.
Allison hopped into Scott's lap. The pair took a hold of each other and began making out. Scott even began sliding his hand up Allison's leg before he sensed something and pulled away from a confused Allison, "Scott?"
Scott pricked up his ears just before a fully transformed Kate and a Berserker came busting through the big loft window.
In her room, Stiles had her eyes closed with her legs crossed sitting on her bed. Derek was sat in front of her as well, "Now breathe slowly." He instructed her.
Stiles released a heavy breath as the textbook beside her slowly began to levitate in mid-air, "You seriously did not spend an entire day finding ways for me to control my power, did you?" They have been doing this for the past hour.
"I did." Derek told her, watching the red markings remaining their normal shade, "If there's nothing that can be done about me...Then there's something that can be done about you."
"If Deaton can't figure out it, then I will," Stiles told him in a whisper tone opening her eyes, "I always do." She placed her left hand over Derek's and gave it a squeeze. Derek watched as the markings were now running down her cheek, but had remained the same shade.
The calm moment was ruined when the Sheriff suddenly appeared, "Drop what you're doing." He told them surprising the couple. The red flashed into a darker shade as Stiles jumped and caused the book flying across the room hitting the door close to the Sheriff.
"Oops." Stiles commented making a face.
"Don't worry about it," The Sheriff waved it off, "I'm taking you two out to dinner." He said adamantly, "Whatever you want."
"Dad, I don't think a man of your debts should be treating anyone to anything." Stiles advised him as the red was now fading away.
"Well, there's one debt we no longer have to worry about." Sheriff Stilinski told her as he held up a letter.
"What is that?" Stiles asked quickly getting up from her bed.
"A letter of apology from Eichen House." The Sheriff beamed as Stiles took the letter.
"Apparently, they've decided to forgive our debt due to..." Stiles said as she read the letter.
"Well, you and Landon almost getting murdered." The Sheriff summed up for her.
"They can do that?" Stiles asked shocked with a smile on her face.
"They can do it and they did it." Her father told her.
Stiles jumped into her father's arms, "I have never been so happy to have almost been murdered."
"Well, we're not out of it yet. But..." The Sheriff told her.
"But we're going to be okay." She finished with some relief.
"And at least for the moment," Sheriff confessed, "I can afford to take my daughter and her boyfriend out to dinner."
The Berserker had beaten Chris Argent into a stupor, "Unfortunately, while I promised Kate I wouldn't kill you," Peter said to Chris with feigned sympathy, "I also can't let you leave."
He drove a piece of rebar into Chris' side and through the concrete wall behind him. He then bent the rebar across Chris' body, pinning him in place, "Now you rest here for a while." Peter told him in a gentle tone, "You've had a hard time, for a very long time."
Mason showed up in Liam's bedroom. He threw some video game discs down on the bed, "I know something's going on." Mason confronted a surprised Liam, "I know you don't want to talk about it." He told him, "But you're still my best friend." Mason reminded him, "And, um... considering the fact that the last good friend I made turned out to be a professional killer, I'm thinking that I don't have too many options for new ones." Mason said with a small laugh, "So when you're ready to talk...let me know." Mason told him, "Until then, I know I can kick your ass at least one of these games."
Liam picked one of the games off his bed, "Never played this one."
Stiles had gone to the bathroom at the restaurant, leaving the Sheriff and Derek alone at the dinner table, "So Derek," The Sheriff started off, "Stiles had to explain to me what was happening with you after she somehow managed to send me across the room. How are you holding up?"
"It's an adjustment." Derek admitted, "I'm not used to my senses being dulled out. It feels very...normal."
"It's okay to say human," The Sheriff cracked at him, "It's not a dirty word."
"Yeah, I guess I do feel human then."
"So has your feeling for Stiles changed then?"
"I'm sorry?"
"I mean you're human now and no longer can feel the bond. I know that it was a werewolf thing," The Sheriff reasoned, "I was wondering if that meant that your feelings suddenly change for my daughter?"
"No," Derek told him strongly, "She's...something...I haven't found the right word for her, yet. But I do know that I want her in my life. For as long as she will have me."
The Sheriff gave Derek an improving smile, "That's good to hear." He took a sip of his water, "Just know that if you do anything to hurt her. Human or Werewolf it won't be hunters and other supernaturals you would have to worry about. You get my drift?"
"Yes sir."
"Good," Sheriff Stilinski commented, "One other thing. Thank you."
Derek doesn't get to response when Stiles finally had come back at the table and noticed the looks on her father and Derek's faces, "Oh God," Stiles realized, "He threatened you, didn't he?"
"Well, not in so many words." The Sheriff confessed.
"I feel lucky to have two men in my life," Stiles claimed sitting her seat, "I can feel the love radiating off this table."
Scott woke to find himself suspended off the floor. He realized that the berserker was carrying him. The bone-covered creature threw him against the door to the loft. While Allison was fighting against her aunt, "What do you want from us?" Allison yelled at her aunt.
"I want a little bit of insight," Kate said just before she knocked Allison away, "Scott." Kate said turning her attention to him.
"To what?"
"My family." Kate growled at him, "The Argent family has been around for over 400 years." She snarled at him, "A powerful, wealthy, aristocratic family of werewolf hunters."
Just like that both Scott and Kate started fighting each other. They seemed evenly matched with each absorbing the other's blows and kicks.
"Would you have consider that our first date?" Stiles asked Derek the moment they walked into her room.
Derek gave her a deadpanned look, "Your father was there."
"I'm going to take that as a no." Stiles stated thoughtfully as she opened up her textbook laying herself out on the bed.
"He threatened me."
"To be fair," Stiles told him, not looking away from the book, "It was bound to happen. So really you shouldn't have been surprised about it."
"Don't sound so smug about it."
"Hmmm...can't help it." Stiles told him,, even though Derek could clearly see the upside of her cheek lifting. Right now Stiles was completely focused in on her book, but she could feel Derek watching her, "Take a picture it'll last longer."
"How original." Derek countered in a bored tone, making his way beside her, "Do you come with those all by yourself?"
"Nah, can't take all the credit." Stiles replied simply, until she felt Derek invading her personal space, "What are you doing?"
"Am I distracting you?"
"Despite the popular belief around here," Stiles remarked, "I have a better attention span than people give me credit for."
Derek made a noise of doubt as he breathed into her neck. Stiles made no hint of movement as she remained still and focused on her book. However, Derek doesn't stop as he made his way to the mark. There he gave it a nice soft blow and Stiles completely groaned and let her face fall completely flat on her bed causing the book to fall to the floor.
"I hate you." Her muffled from her bed.
"No you don't." He told her knowingly as Stiles turned to face him, "You love me."
"Unfortunately." Stiles commented.
Derek cupped the back of her head, "Don't be rude." He told her with a smirk and placed a light kiss on her lips as he rolled her on top of him.
Allison recovered in defense against the berserker using a length of chain. While she does get in a couple of licks, the berserker managed to get control of the chain and pull her to him. He then knocked her senseless.
Kate took off Scott's distraction and disabled Scott with a throat punch and pounded him against a wooden beam until he drops. Seeing that the berserker could kill Allison, he doesn't get up, "But yet somehow, in less than a year, this great family is decimated by a teenage boy." She said to him, "So my question is simple." She said kneeling in front of him, "What the hell is so special about Scott McCall?"
"You want me?" Scott breathed to her, "Take me." He told her, "Just me."
"No, we're all going." Kate told him just as the berserker who had attacked Allison appeared with an unconscious Kira in tow, "We're all going to church!" She declared with a roar.
Stiles and Liam arrived at school for the lacrosse game against Devenford Prep, but Scott was not there. Liam looked worriedly at Stiles, "Everything's fine." Stiles assured him, " got a text from him this morning and he said he might be a little late."
"Well, how late is late?" Liam questioned her, "Is he always late?" Stiles gave him a shoulder shrug, "We're playing Devenford Prep again and this time it's an actual game. He shouldn't be late. And either should Kira."
"Who shouldn't be late?" Coach said appearing out of nowhere and already freaking out.
"Scott and Kira." Liam told him.
"They're only slightly late." Stiles told Coach quickly, even though she had no idea as to why Kira was late.
Coach looked between his players, "Slightly late is still late." He freaked at them, "What are they doing?"
"Scott's doing something that's going to make him slightly late." Stiles repeated, "And so is Kira." She inputted now covering for her.
"Don't tell me they are doing what you and Lahey were doing last semester." Coach said to Stiles making a face.
"Oh, Coach." Stiles said remembering the lie she and Isaac gave Coach.
Sheriff Stilinski, Derek, and Micah arrived at the game as do Mason and Sydney. Sydney had a sign that said, "Go Liam." The dot over the "I" is a heart.
At the bench, Stiles and Liam were getting ready, "They're still not here." Liam whispered worriedly to Stiles.
Stiles stopped putting on her uniform, "Okay, what's really going on?" Stiles asked the nervous beta, "Are you nervous about the full moon?"
"It's not for another 24 hours." Liam pointed out to him.
"Liam, you're gonna be fine. Okay?" Stiles assured him, "Just try not to rage out on anyone."
"You're not worried?" Liam asked shocked at Stiles' behavior.
"I'm mildly concerned." Stiles admitted to him, as she texted both Scott and Kira How late you gonna be? Very worried. Very. "Mildly."
"We're gonna lose without them." Liam said with no confidence once so ever.
"No, we're not." Stiles told him as she geared back up, "We can be just as good without Scott and Kira. Okay?" She assured him, "I've been practicing. Let me tell you something." She leaned into him, "I'm getting good." She praised herself, "Like really good."
Stiles was a disaster on the field. She got hit in the head with the ball and tripping over her own feet. After she was hit by a rival player and knocked flat on the ground, Liam was by her side in an instant giving her a bitch face, "Yeah. I'm gonna call Scott and Kira again." She caved, "Including Allison."
Deputy Parrish found Chris Argent in the storm drain, "How long have you been like this?" The Deputy Parrish asked him.
"I don't know." Chris confessed, "Might have blacked out a few times."
"Peter Hale did this?" Jordan asked at the bent metal.
"You were following him?" Chris countered.
"Every day since Meredith Walker." The deputy admitted. He tried to move the bar, but it was useless.
"Listen to me. Kate's going after Scott." Chris told him, "Peter and Kate." Chris breathed, "You've got to warn them."
"I can't." Jordan told as he looked at his phone, "There's no service down here."
"Then just go."
"If I leave right now, you'll be dead by the time I get back." The officer pointed out to him, "We're getting you out of here."
Devenford Prep was leading 4–0 as the timer ticked down to the end of the first quarter. Coach was apoplectic, "Come on!" He yelled.
"All right. Neither of them are answering." Stiles told Liam as they were out for the time being, "I gotta go see what's going on."
"You're leaving?" Liam grabbed at her slightly panicked, "What are you going to tell Coach?"
At the mentioning of Coach, they both turned to see that Coach was on a tirade, "Stupid! Stupid old..."
"Uh, you don't tell him anything. Okay?" Stiles told him, but Liam looked more worried, "Liam, you're gonna be okay. All right?" She assured him. Liam simply gave her a weak head nod.
Stiles had managed to get to her father and Derek and explained the situation.
As Liam returned to the field, he could pick up on the last piece of the conversation, "Want me to stay here if he shows up?" Micah asked wanting to help.
"Yes." Stiles told him, "Also keep an eye on Liam."
Devenford Prep got possession and was coming down the field toward Liam. He began to hallucinate a berserker on the field, "Liam, for the love of God, move!" Coach yelled at him, but Liam doesn't.
Instead, Liam remained frozen and as it knocked down several Devenford players before skewering number 28. But it disappeared as players run right past him and score. Both Mason and Sydney stopped their cheering on Liam and looked at the ground awkwardly.
Peter showed up at the game and sits next to Micah. "So, who's winning?" He asked casually.
At Eichen House, "Still nothing." Doctor Fernis reported to the medical team, "I think we're going to have to move him to the sixth floor."
"You're not taking him anywhere." Landon said appearing out of nowhere.
"Well, unless you're family, I don't think you can make that decision." The doctor told him.
"We're close enough." Landon said to him, "Let me talk to him."
"He's not responding to any stimuli." He informed him, "We can talk to him, but there's no way of knowing he's actually hearing us."
"Trust me on this." Landon said to him, "He'll hear me."
"Come on, Liam." Liam said as encouragement to himself out on the field. Liam had the ball and made his way down the field. He avoided several defenders, but Brett came out of nowhere and knocked him on his behind. The whistle was blown, "What the hell did you do that for?" Liam asked him angrily.
"Because you're afraid." Brett told him, "I can smell it on you from across the field." He looked down at Liam, "Are you hurt?"
"No." Liam answered stubbornly.
"Are you still alive?"
"Obviously."
"Then get up." Brett ordered him. Liam gave him a glare but does, "You good to play?"
"You planning on pulling something like that again?" Liam questioned him.
"Only if I have to."
"I told you not to come here." Micah whispered to Peter.
"If you want to have a clandestine meeting you need to choose a clandestine location." Peter said as they looked onto the game.
"After what happened with you and Meredith," Micah said coolly, "I'm pretty sure I can do without any kind of one-on-one father-son time."
"How about mother-son time?" Peter offered, which grabbed Micah's attention, "That's right. I found our Desert Wolf."
"Is she definitely my mother?" Micah questioned him.
"Yes."
"But if you want to find her, you're going to have to do something for me." Peter told him.
"Something that's come naturally to you for a very long time." Micah said in an unimpressed tone, "Do you always have to get something in return?"
"When it's something I can't do on my own?" Peter questioned, "Yes."
"What do you want?"
"I want you to kill Kate Argent."