If Izzie was being honest, she always wondered what it would be like to go dress shopping with Lydia Martin. But she never thought she would ever experience it. And if she did, Izzie thought it would be when she actually planned on going to the dance they were going shopping for. Lydia demanded that Izzie would go dress shopping with her and Allison. Though Izzie tried to stutter out to Lydia that she wasn't going, she knew there was no getting out of it. When Lydia orders you to go shopping with her, one simply does not refuse, and this is how Izzie found herself at Macy's with no intention of buying anything.

"Nothing's wrong," Allison said while the three stepped onto the escalator, "I just have a lot on my mind," Lydia had been nagging for the past ten minutes for Allison to tell her what was going on.

"Well you could smile at least. Have you ever heard the saying 'never frown. Someone could be falling in love with your smile'. Smile Allison, I'm buying you a dress."

"I have to admit, as far as apologies go, it's more than I expected," Allison replied. Izzie let out an amused breath and shook her head at how much she seemed to be a third wheel on the shopping trip. She didn't mind though. Maybe that would help the lack of shopping slip through Lydia's radar.

Izzie continued to watch the girls talk, and thought it was really sweet of Allison when she told Lydia to take Stiles to the formal.

After meeting up with Stiles, the girls all went their separate ways. Stiles followed Lydia, who was picking up almost every dress in sight, Allison went looking for her dress, and Izzie just bit her lip as she looked around. She pretended to look at the clothes around her, but really she was just waiting for Allison and Lydia to finish up, even though she knew it wouldn't be any time soon.

"You haven't found a dress yet?" Izzie heard Lydia's voice behind her, "Do I have to pick some for you?"

"I appreciate the offer Lydia, really I do, but I'm not going to the formal," Izzie said bracing herself for whatever fiery response Lydia was going to give her.

"And why not?" Lydia asked crossing her arms.

"Well, uh, for one thing, I don't have a date," Izzie started.

"I can find somebody for you. What about that guy who's locker is next to yours, the one with the camera?" Lydia suggested.

"Who? You mean Matt? Lydia, I've never even talked to the guy."

"And what better way to start off by going on a date. I think you guys would make a cute couple," Lydia tilted her head as she considered it.

"What, this is, I don't, ugh," Izzie stuttered out while flailing her hands in frustration, "I can't go to the formal. I have to work at the vet clinic."

"And your boss won't let you have the night off?"

"Unfortunately, no. I just started working there and I thought it would be a bit too soon to ask for nights off."

"Fine," Lydia huffed out as an announcement over the loud speaker said something about a blue Mazda getting towed.

"Well, I'll let you get back to trying on your dresses," Izzie said quickly when she realized that it was Allison's car. Lydia rolled her eyes before walking back towards Stiles.

Izzie started walking in the direction that she saw Allison go and sighed in annoyance when she saw Peter standing by a rack of dresses a few feet away.

"Hello Izzie," Peter said with a sickly sweet voice.

"Why am I not surprised that you're here?" Izzie said more so to herself than to Peter. She continued walking and started looking at the dresses that were on the rack next to Peter.

"I'm actually glad I caught you, as there are some things we need to talk about."

"Oh?" Izzie asked, confused as to what Peter would possibly want to talk to her about.

"Yes. You see Scott isn't any closer to joining my pack than he was the night I got out of the hospital. It seems somebody wasn't been living up to their end of the bargain."

"I wasn't aware there was ever a bargain made."

"Sure there was. You get Scott to join my pack, and in return, I won't kill you. Is any of this ringing a bell?"

"Look, I tried to talk to him. I told you he wouldn't listen to me."

"Well maybe he'll start to listen when he hears you begging for my mercy," he said grabbing her arm when she started to back away from him, "he may think my plan involves Allison, and at the time it was. But you are so much more entertaining."

"I'm not scared of you," Izzie breathed out as she could feel Peter's claws digging into her skin. It hurt like a bitch, but she wasn't going to give Peter the reaction he wanted, and he was smart enough to not draw any blood.

"You sound so sure when you say that, but it's the sound of your heart that gives you away," Peter whispered into her ear, "I'll be seeing you soon," he said letting go of her arm and walking away.

"Dick," Izzie muttered under her breath when she looked at her arm.

"You know, I still can't believe you'd rather go to work than go to the dance," Melissa said as Izzie grabbed the keys to the car.

"Yeah, well, Scott will be with Allison, Stiles will be with Lydia, and I'll be stuck sitting at a table by myself looking like a miserable loner. Besides, dances were never my thing anyways," Izzie said with a shrug.

"What time are you getting home?" Melissa asked.

"I'm not sure. I don't remember when my shift ends. You don't have to wait up for me. I gotta go. Love you," Izzie said before kissing her mom on the check and quickly walking through the door, getting in the car, and driving away.

Izzie was looking forward to learning something new from Deaton. And this was the perfect time to start doing it. Scott and Stiles would be way to busy focusing on the girls in their lives to stop by and interrupt. When she got to the clinic, she started to get nervous, but she pushed it away as she walked inside.

"Are you ready to learn?" Deaton asked meeting Izzie at the door.

"As I'll ever be," Izzie breathed out.

"Before you learn anything new, there are a couple of things you need to understand about what you can do now," Deaton said while leading her to the back room where she's already spent so much time.

"You mean the dreaming and the feelings?" Izzie asked while hopping up to sit on one of the counters.

"You're clairvoyance and clairsentience yes."

"Why do I suddenly feel like I should have come with a notebook and pen?" Izzie asked jokingly, causing Deaton to smile before continuing.

"Clairsentience, or you intuition, is probably the easiest power to control, mainly because it controls itself. It's something that's present in everyone. But you are lucky enough to be able to channel it in order to do great things."

"Like what?"

"Like improve your clairvoyance. As of now you only see things in your sleep, correct?"

"In my dreams, yeah," Izzie said, wondering what Deaton was leading up to.

"Well tonight, you're going to learn how to combine your clairvoyance and clairsentience to see things while you're awake."

"I can do that?" Izzie asked sounding amazed.

"Why not? The visions are exactly the same, only this way, you control what you see."

"So when I have my dreams, they're triggered by people or things around me. But when I see things when I'm awake it's because I'm choosing to?" Izzie asked.

"Yes."

"Okay, how do I even go about doing that?" Izzie asked curiously.

"It's a lot easier to do than you would think. For now, we'll start with a person. Think of somebody you're close with, something that will be easy to think about while you try to control what you're trying to do?"

"So, somebody like my mom?" Izzie asked.

"That's a good starting point. Now, I want you to close your eyes, and don't think about anything."

"But I thought you said-"

"I know what I said, but for now, think of nothing," Deaton interrupted Izzie. She sighed and closed her eyes, but she opened them after a few seconds.

"I can't just not think of anything. I try to think of nothing, and I think of everything all at one time. I think it's a trait I inherited from Stiles," Izzie whined, but kept her eyes closed.

"Keep trying," Deaton pushed.

"Think of nothing. Nothing at all. Don't think of anything."

Izzie kept repeating those words over and over in her head, but it wasn't working. She kept jumping from one thought to another. As soon as one thought came, it was gone and then she had another.

She thought about the formal.

Then she thought about Scott.

Then she wondered if anybody figured out how trashy his suit was.

Then she thought about what Allison would say about it.

Then she thought about how long it had been since this process started and how long Deaton had been staring at her.

Then she thought about the conversation she and Melissa had before she left.

And then she thought of nothing at all.

Izzie's mind went blank, and then suddenly it wasn't.

Melissa was sitting on the couch watching tv. There was nothing good on, so she settled for some rerun of Dance Moms. The women would argue, and the girls would cry, and that big dance teacher lady would yell.

"And this is why Izzie never did dance as a child," Melissa muttered as she changed the station.

"Speaking of Izzie, she better put gas in the car before she gets home."

Izzie opened her eyes, and blinked a few times before she focused on Deaton. He was staring at her expectantly, and she let a sound that was a mix between a "ha" and a breath.

"What did you see?"

"I saw her watching Dance Moms. And she wants me to put gas in the car."

"So, I'm going to assume, you were looking to see what she was doing right at that moment," Deaton said, getting answered by Izzie's nodding head.

"How did I do that?" Izzie asked amazed.

"You have the power of clairvoyance and you knew you wanted to focus on your mother. Because you were trying so hard to focus on nothing, as soon as a thought of her crossed your mind, your intuition pushed you in the direction you wanted to go."

"I'm starting to feel like my intuition is another person or something, with the way you talk about it."

"Your intuition is a part of you. You wouldn't be what you are if you didn't have it. Think of it this way. You know that voice that's in your head when you read or think? That's your intuition."

"So because I wanted to see what my mom was doing, and I wasn't focusing correctly, my intuition made me focus on her and my clairvoyance, and that's how I was able to do it?" Izzie asked, making sure she understood what just happened.

"Precisely."

"This is so weird. But it's cool at the same time. Can I try it again?" Izzie asked excitedly.

"Of course. I want you to do it a few times here before you do it any other time."

"Okay, um, I don't know who I want to think of next."

As it turns out, Izzie was having a little too much fun with this new found ability.

She focused on Lydia and saw Stiles demanding her to dance with him. Izzie came out of it being happy and proud of her best friend.

She focused on Scott and saw him dancing with Danny while embarrassing Coach. Izzie came out of it laughing and had to wait a few minutes before trying it on somebody else.

Izzie focused on Allison, and felt like a bit of a creeper when Scott told her he loved her. It was on this one that she learned she could snap out of a vision on her own free will.

"This puts Scott's means of stalking to shame," Izzie said.

"Now I hope, that just because you know how to do this, you aren't going to use it to pry in on other people's lives," Deaton said, amused by Izzie's reaction.

"Of course not," she said honestly, "the only reason I'm doing it now is for practicing purposes. I don't even know when I'll get the opportunity to try it again."

"I'm sure you're going to use it more often than you think. Who's next?" Deaton asked curiously. He was happy that this was coming so easy to Izzie, and he was hoping that all of their lessons would turn out this way.

"Stiles, definitely Stiles. I fear if I focus on Jackson that I'll end up seeing a sex scene or something."

"So Stiles it is," Deaton said nodding his head.

Izzie closed her eyes, and just like all the times before, tried her best to focus on nothing.

The first thought that came to her mind was that she was kind of hungry.

A burger sounds like a good idea.

But she wouldn't be able to go to her usual place.

They were probably already closed.

Maybe she'll go to that other place later.

The one with the curly fries.

She can't remember the name of it, even though Stiles talks about it all the time.

And then there was nothing, until she finally saw something, and she was very confused at first.

"Lydia, run!" Stiles yelled as he ran towards her. He could see Peter standing near her, and she obviously didn't know about the danger that was walking straight towards her.

Lydia turned back around to face Peter, and was met with a big ugly face of teeth.

Stiles watched helplessly as he bit Lydia and she fell to the ground. Stiles ran over to her and tumbled down in front of her, not sure what to do. Peter was still crouched on top of her, and he looked at Stiles with blood rolling down his chin.

"Please don't kill her," Stiles said desperately.

"Of course not. Just tell me how to find Derek," Peter said simply.

"I don't know that. How would I know that?" Stiles yelled out.

"Because you're the clever one aren't you? And because deception has a very particular scent. Tell me where he is, or I will rip her apart, and then I'll just move my way towards Izzie."

"I don't know okay, I swear I have no idea," Stiles stammered out.

"TELL ME!" Peter yelled out, in what could be assumed an alpha voice.

"Okay, I think he knew," Stiles started but stopped to take a breath.

"Knew what?" Peter asked menacingly.

"I think Derek knew he was going to get caught."

"By the Argents?"

"Yeah. When he was shot, I think he took Scott's phone."

"Why?" Peter asked, his impatience becoming apparent.

"They all have GPS now. So if he still has it, and it's still on, you can find him."

Izzie opened her eyes and gasped.

"You were out for a while that time. What happened?"

"I have to go," Izzie stuttered out, "thank you for teaching me how to do this, but I just, I really have to go," Izzie hopped off the counter she had been sitting on all night and ran to the car as fast as she could.

She knew it was a bad idea, but before she could even really think about what she doing, she was driving to the school.

AN: I'm pretty sure this is the longest chapter that I've posted. If it isn't then it's definitely in second place. I'm just amazed that I actually wrote it in a matter of two days, and I think this is my favorite chapter from the whole story. I know this probably isn't what some people want to see, but I'm happy with how everything is turning out.

Usually, I have about two chapters for each episode, but I'm thinking that I'm going to have the last episode all in one. Which means that the next chapter is going to be the last one of this story, and then I'll be on to writing for the second season. I almost lost my motivation for writing, but being so close to the end of this story and the beginning of the next one, I'm starting to get super excited about it again.

I can't read to read everybody's reviews! :)