The sound of a smack filled the air. The lights in the elevator were flickering and humming. Stiles should've known that something was going to happen like this, like Jennifer getting away again or her taking Scott's mom. All were critical problems, but right now she had a bigger problem, like waking Derek up. She tried shaking him, but none of it seemed to work.

"Derek?" She called out to him, continuing to slap him in the face. The only response that she had gotten was him groaning.

"Derek, come on!" She yelled at him, frantically. She needed to get him out, like now. She slapped him once more, but that didn't seem to do anything for him. Stiles cupped his face and gritted her teeth. "One day, I'm going to end up breaking my hand." She whispered to herself.

She raised her hand up once more. Her palm now was turned into a fist. She took a swing, when suddenly Derek grabbed her by the wrist and stopped her from connecting to his face.

"Where is she?" Derek asked.

"Jennifer? Gone with Scott's mom." Stiles told him. Derek sat up, but didn't let go of her wrist.

"She took her?"

"Yeah, and if that's not enough of a kick to the balls, Scott left with Deucalion, okay?" She told him in a rush, "So we gotta get you out of here." She stood up and pulled him to his feet, "The police are coming right now, and we gotta get you the hell out of here." Stiles told him.

"What about you? I can't leave you here."

"I'll distract the police. You go and focus on Cora. Don't worry about us."

"Why are you helping me?" He wondered, after all it was his fault that her father and Scott's mom were in this mess.

"Because I-" Stiles caught herself, "Derek there isn't time for this." She pushed him out the elevator. But Derek kept her from moving him.

"I'm sorry." Derek told her.

"What?"

"Stiles, I'm really sorry."

"I know that already." She told him softy, "If you are really sorry, then go find a way to help your sister."

"Stiles-"

"What-" Stiles found her mouth being sealed with Derek's. It seemed like forever, since he kissed her. She could feel her arms wrap around him automatically as he his arms wrapped around her waist. They break away, both seemingly out of breath. "Whoa." Was the only thing Stiles could say.

"You're mine." He told her with his hands on her shoulders, "Do you understand?"

Stiles nodded her head, "I'm yours." She told him.

"Good." He told her before he kissed her on top of her head and left her behind. As he ran his way out the corridor, he heard "You're mine too." coming from behind him.

Isaac had managed to get the car out of the garage and to the front of the hospital. "You see the twins?" Isaac asked Peter. Peter looked and didn't see them, but saw some familiar faces.

"No. But I see the Argents." Peter replied.

Outside the car, Allison and Chris appeared from around the corner. Both still were armed with weapons. They heard a distant howl that filled the air surrounding the hospital.

"What is it?" Allison asked, looking at her dad.

"A retreat." Chris informed her.

Back inside the Argent car, Isaac remembered hearing something about Peter's last encounter with the Argents. "Not to bring up uncomfortable memories, but wasn't the last time you saw them the time you killed Kate and then they burned you alive," Isaac asked the man. He turned to look at Peter, but Peter was already gone.

Just as Chris and Allison met with Isaac she noticed that they were missing some people. "Where are the others?" She asked him.

"I don't know." Isaac claimed, "Scott and Stiles went back for Derek and Jennifer. I had to get Cora out."

As soon as he said that Derek appeared in his car. He stepped out and was face to face with the Argents. Allison noticed that he came alone. "Where's Scott and Stiles?" She asked him. Derek opened the Argent car and took a hold Cora, who was still unconscious.

"Stiles is still at the hospital." He explained, while moving back and forth. "She's gonna hold off the cops for us." He told them, closing the doors. "We have to go right now." He urged them.

"What about Scott and Melissa?" Chris asked.

"Jennifer took Melissa."

"What about Scott?" Allison asked quickly, "Derek, where's Scott?"

In the Emergency Room waiting area, Stiles could hear in the chatter from the other side of the room. She noticed a Field Agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI), walking her and immediately recognized him.

Stiles made a dreaded sigh noise and mumble, "Oh, just perfect." To herself. The man stood in front of her, with a fake smile on his face.

"A Stilinski at the center of this whole mess. What a shocker." He told her, but Stiles remained poker-faced. "Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?"

"If you ask the questions without the usual level of stupid." She countered without holding back any sarcasm and crossed her arms.

The Agent sighed at her response and looked around them. "Where's your dad, and why's no one been able to contact him?" He asked her.

Stiles managed to shrug her shoulders, "I don't know. I haven't seen him in hours." She answered honestly.

"Is he drinking again?" The agent asked pointedly.

Stiles knew at some point that the man was going to bring that up. She narrowed her eyes at him. "What do you mean, again?" She responded, "He never had to stop."

"But he did have to slow down." The man replied casually, "Is he drinking like he used to?"

Stiles wasn't going to let him go there. "All right, how about this? Next time I see him, I'll give him a field sobriety test, okay?" She said politely, "We'll do the alphabet, start with "F," end with "U."" She said with a straight face.

The agent didn't seem fazed by her comment, but looked around at the mess that they were in. "How about you just tell me what the hell happened here?"

"I don't know what happened here." She lied easily, "I was stuck in the elevators the whole time."

"You're not the one who put the name on the doors, are you?"

This caught Stiles by surprise. "What name?"

In elevator that Stiles and the group had taken earlier, the doors closed and the name 'Argent' appeared in red.

In Derek's loft, Cora was laying his bed, having trouble breathing. Isaac stood by a beam and watched from a far. "She's dying, isn't she?" He asked.

Derek looked at his sister with worry in his eyes. "I don't know." He knew she was, but he wasn't ready to face the reality of it yet.

"So what are you gonna do?"

"I don't know."

"Want to figure something out?" Isaac snapped at him, "Because Scott and Stiles were out there trying to help people from being killed, you were getting all buddied up with the actual killer." Isaac yelled at him, "Do you get how many people she's killed? How many people died because of her! Erica and Boyd are dead, Cora is dying, and you are doing nothing!" Isaac claimed. His voice became ragged, "I'm starting to think Stiles was right about you being on the whole power trip." Isaac snapped at him. "Why'd you do to us Derek? Was she right? Was it really all about the power?"

"Maybe." Derek replied quietly, "I told Cora I wouldn't leave. I'll help the others when I figure out how to help her."

"There's no time!" Isaac shouted. "The full moon's coming. The sheriff and Melissa are gonna be dead, so I'm gonna try and help them." Isaac told him as he opened the door to the loft, "You can sit here and perfect the art of doing nothing." And with a slam Isaac left.

Out of the darkness, Peter appeared. "I wouldn't take it personally. Anger is just a tool." Peter explained, "He's using it to excuse shifting allegiance from one Alpha to another. From you to Scott."

"Scott's not an Alpha yet." Derek reminded him.

"But he's on his way, isn't he?" Peter shot back.

Stiles had managed to get away from the police and get to the Argent's residence. She told them of the name that was left in the elevator. Allison was worried that her that was to be the next sacrifice. "The word is guardian, Allison. More than anyone, you know that's a role I haven't exactly lived up to lately." Chris assured her. They stood in his study.

"But she took Scott's mother and Stiles' father. That's not a coincidence." Allison pointed out.

"Yeah, I'd also consider the fact that someone put your name up in large block letters on the elevator doors." Stiles told him, leaning over the desk tilting her head, "That kind of felt like a warning to me."

"I think it might be Morrell. She knows a lot more than she lets on, and she might even be trying to help us." Allison shared.

"Well, she needs to get on that a lot faster, okay?" Stiles commented, "Seeing as how the lunar eclipse is less than two freaking nights away."

"Stiles, don't give up hope." Chris told her.

"They could already be dead." Stiles deadpanned.

"I don't think so." Chris told her, looking at the map that was laid out. "There's something about Jennifer's tactics. It's like she's still positioning, still moving pieces into place."

"I thought the same thing." Stiles admitted.

"You being one of them." Allison pointed out, looking at her father.

"Then let's not wait around to see the next move. Everything she's done has been on a telluric current, so Melissa and the sheriff have to be somewhere on one of those currents, right?" He pointed at the lines that were drawn on the map. "Stiles, if we're gonna find them, we need your help."

"You seriously want to go after her?" She questioned, looking at him dead in the eye. "I mean, what if she just takes you like the others, huh? No offense, but what's the difference between you and them?"

"I'm carrying a .45." Chris told her, holding up his gun. "Personally, I'd like to see how she holds up with half her skull blown off. We've got one priority right now, and that is to find Melissa and your dad. We've got a map and every clue we need to figure this out. The only thing we don't have is time, which is why I need both of you." He looked at both Stiles and Allison.

Both teens still didn't think it was a good idea for Chris to be trying to go after Jennifer, when she wanted him. If she had him, then everything that they had worked for would be all for not.

Stiles made a dreaded sighing sound and crossed her arm. "As much as I am against this idea, where do we start?"

"The place where the sacrifices have been committed have been different from where the bodies have been found. I think the placement has to do with the strength of the current, so there's the school, the animal clinic, the bank."

"You don't think she would use the same place twice, do you?" Stiles asked.

"Only if she didn't succeed the first time." Chris told her.

"Scott's boss." Allison realized.

"It was her only failure. That could mean something." Chris imagined.

"That's just one place so far." She told them, looking at the map. "We're gonna need a lot more help."

"What about Landon?" Stiles offered.

"Landon?" Chris questioned, "What can he do?"

"Landon's got sort of a talent." Stiles explained to him, "He somehow ended up finding a couple of the bodies, um, without actually looking for them."

"Psychic?"

"Something." She stated.

Cora's breathing had turned to labored and wheezy. Derek grasped her arm to take some of the pain away. He tried to take as much away as he could.

"Careful." Peter advised from across the room.

"Don't worry. I know going too far could kill me." Derek told him.

"That's not exactly what I meant." Peter said to him. Derek gave him a questioning look.

Back at the Argent's both Allison and Chris opened cases that revealed a ton shot guns and other types of weapons.

"Whoa." Stiles commented taking on the sight of the pistols, a crossbow, a rifle, machine guns and Allison's ring daggers. The sounds of guns clicking filled the room. "I thought you guys were retired." She told them, looking at each of them dumbfounded.

"Retired, yes. Defenseless, no." Chris told her, "Make sure your phone's on. If you hear from Scott, you let us know immediately."

"I highly doubt it." Stiles said sadly.

"Both of you, try to remember he's just doing what he thinks is right."

There was a knock at the study's door and Isaac appeared in a serious manner. "I can't shoot a gun or use a crossbow, but..." He told them, "Well, I'm... I'm getting pretty good with these." He flashed out his claws.

"Now, I feel totally left out." Stiles told them, "Hand me a weapon." This earned her tons of stares. She gave them a mischievous smirk. "I can do a lot more than swing a bat." She said smoothly and held out her hand.

Back at the loft, Peter actually offered to help, "I've heard it's something only an Alpha can do, and with good reason."

"Which is?"

"You know normal wolves never abandon an injured member of the pack. They care for it." Peter explained to him, "They bring it food from a kill and then regurgitate it into the mouth of the injured wolf. They even give it physical and emotional comfort by intensely grooming it. In a way, they can do more than just ease pain. They can be instrumental in healing their own.

Derek was already tired with the cryptic-ness of his uncle. "If you're trying to tell me I can save her, just tell me." He told him, still not letting go of Cora's hand.

"I'm telling you... I've heard it's possible."

"You were right about saving Jackson."

Peter nodded his head in agreement. "It's that spark of power that makes you an Alpha." Peter told him, getting closer. "When you take her pain, she draws on the power that provides you with those special gifts. The power that heightens your senses, your strength. The power that transforms your body. As an Alpha, you have that bit of extra, that spark intensifies the color of your eyes from a bright yellow into a searing red."

"If I can save her..."

"If. And it's a big If. I didn't say it works every time." Peter reminded him. "It could just as easily kill you."

"By taking her pain?"

"And then some. Because there's a cost." Derek looked over to Cora. Her breathing wasn't improving.

It was the next day when Allison, Isaac, and Chris started on their search for Jennifer. No one seemed to have been able to find her since the hospital, but they just hoped that she would be in the one place where she had failed to get her sacrifice. The bank vault.

"It's empty." Allison commented, when they stepped inside.

"Be careful anyway." Chris told them. Chris suddenly pulled out his baton, which immediately caught Isaac's attention.

"I thought you only used those on werewolves." Isaac told him.

"I do." Chris told him. In a quick motion Chris easily shocked Isaac with the tazer stick. Isaac fell to the ground unconscious. Allison immediately knew what her father was trying to do. She tried to fight him off, but he easily overpowers her and found herself handcuffed to gate that protected safety deposit boxes.

"Why the hell are you doing this?" She demanded.

"I'm sorry." Chris told her, "But you're just gonna have to trust me on this. I knew for a long time she didn't just operate on the currents. She was in sync with them." He confessed.

He then turned towards the vault door as if though he heard something and drops his .45 to floor of the vault. Though the door Jennifer entered and sees that Chris was effectively giving himself up. A smile played on her face.

"Now this is a sacrifice."

Stiles had managed to meet with Landon at the school and gave him the entire rundown of what happened. "I don't believe it. Scott can't really be with them. He can't be." Landon told her as they walked down the stairs.

"You didn't see the look on his face." Stiles said softly. Her mind flashing to last night. Scott looked like he was about ready to give up. She couldn't have her friend give-up just yet.

"What can I do?" Landon told her, seeing the discontented look on her face. "I mean, I get that I'm some kind of, like, human geiger counter for death, but... I don't know how to turn it on and off yet. All I know is that she tried to kill me because of..."

"Because of what?"

"When she called me a Reaper, she was surprised by it. What if that's not why she tried to kill me."

"Then why did she?"

"That's what we need to find out."

Isaac had finally come to when he realized that Chris was gone and Allison was still handcuffed. Allison wasn't over the fact that her father gave himself up so easily. "Why did he do that?" She questioned him.

"I don't know." Isaac told her, taking a hold on her. "We need to go. Okay? We need help." He tried to get her to move, but Allison wasn't budging. Her father missing meant that she was about to lose her entire family.

"They're all gonna die. Aren't they?" Allison asked him in a shaky voice. Isaac doesn't respond and instead takes a hold of her.

Peter could see that Derek hadn't even thought about the downside of the whole giving up the Alpha power. "I can understand you not seeing a downside to this," Peter told him, "as you haven't exactly been Alpha of the year, but think about what else you'd be losing."

"I don't care about power." Derek told him, "Not anymore."

"I'm not just talking about that. Someone else is going to get affected by your decision as well." Peter told him.

"Stiles."

"Yes, correct me if I'm wrong, but Kali's ultimatum still stands and she will go after her." Peter told him, "The full moon is tomorrow night, and if you couldn't beat her as an Alpha, how do you think you're gonna fare as a beta?"

Peter did have a point there. Kali had made it her personal mission to go after Stiles from the very beginning. Derek began thinking that maybe he could hide her away until she's safe, but he knew it wasn't going to be easy. Not with her father being gone.

"I can warn her."

"You really think, she would stand a chance against an Alpha?" Peter asked him.

"As I recall you and I both got punched in the face by her."

"That's a gutsy move, Derek."

"I have a gutsy mate."

While Stiles was getting prepped with Derek. Landon was still trying to get answers from a certain werewolf. Only said wolf wasn't on the radar. "Aiden is not responding to any of my texts." He told her in a frustrated voice. He noticed that Stiles wasn't paying attention.

"Stiles?" She turned to him, "You okay?"

Stiles nodded her head, "Yeah, I just have to get ready for a very pissed off Alpha." She told him. Landon was about to ask what she was talking about when she suddenly got a text alert. It was from Isaac and the message was sent her in full-blown panic mode.

"What?" Landon asked noticing that Stiles' face was beginning to pale. It wasn't just her face, it was her entire demeanor.

"Oh, God." She struggled. She felt her world tilt.

"What is it now?" Landon asked in a worried tone. He noticed how she was beginning to lose her balance. He quickly held on to her.

"It's from Isaac." Stiles managed to tell him, "Jennifer, she t... she has Allison's father. She took him. She's got all three now." Stiles could feel her heart pounding harder and harder.

"We still have time, right?" Landon asked her.

Stiles didn't answer him. She was having a hard time breathing as it is.

Stiles, what's happening? Are you in danger? Derek's voice filled her head. Stiles wasn't sure if she was able to answer.

I'm…I'm fine, okay. No…danger…Cora..save…don't worry

You're lying. I'm coming to get you

No! You save your sister before you do anything else and if I find out that you left her side without saving her. I will shoot you with wolfsbane! And it's not a threat it's a promise!

"Stiles?" She heard Landon's voice echoing in her ears. "Are you okay?" No she was not okay. The world around her began to spin and tilt. "What's wrong? Stiles." Landon asked again.

At first, she tried to think. When was the last time she felt like this? It had been so long ago. Years, in fact. She hadn't felt like this since-

"I think I'm having a panic attack." She finally told Landon still trying to get air.