Guys, it's so close to the finale! Like I can't even believe it and that fact that I did it all in two weeks w/o butchering it into pieces is completely beyond me. Thanks so much for all the support views and comments. Idk, when I'll do post season 3. Gotta a huge test coming up. maybe in the beginning of June. You'll know by this season's finale. Which OMG is Friday! Enjoy!
Stiles was in the guidance counselor's office. Several days had passed since Matt died. Several days passed when Stiles saw her father get knocked unconscious. Days since Derek even spoke to her. She didn't know what his deal was. Ever since the night at the station he blocked her from the link. Almost as if he was mad at her or something. She couldn't worry about that now, though. Jackson was still missing and she had this session she needed to complete.
She had a mixed of emotions rolling through her right now. She knew Derek could feel them, but he chose not to act on them. Instead, he was leaving her to deal with the problems on her own. She was restringing the mesh of a lacrosse stick. It was something Finstock asked her to do. She doesn't make eye contact with Mrs. Morrell, but she begins to talk.
"You know when you're drowning, you don't actually inhale until right before you black out. It's called voluntary apnea." She said, treading the stick. "It's like no matter how much you're freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won't open your mouth until you feel like your head's exploding. But then when you finally do let it in, that's when it stops hurting. It's not scary anymore. It's actually kind of peaceful."
Ms. Morrell watched her. "Are you saying you hope Matt felt some peace in his last moments?"
Stiles shook her head. No she didn't. Not after everything he did. "I don't feel sorry for him."
"What about the 9 year old Matt that drowned?"
"I can feel sorry for the 9 year old. After all, he was just a kid, but that doesn't excuse him for killing people. But those pictures of Allison. That was beyond creepy and what's worse he photo-shopped himself into the pictures. Stuff like them holding hands and kissing. You know, like he had built this whole fake relationship. So yeah, maybe drowning when he was nine years old was what sent him off the rails, but the dude was definitely riding the crazy train." She told her.
"One positive thing came out of this, though. Right?"
After the fight at the station and the discovery of Matt's body, the Sheriff got his job back, but things still weren't the same between them.
"I guess, but things haven't been the same. It's just like tension when we talk. Same thing with Scott."
"Have you talked to him since that night?"
"No, not really. He has his own problems to deal with." Stiles told her. It was true. Ever since Melissa found out that Scott was a werewolf she had been avoiding him. They haven't been spoken to each other since.
"Same goes with Allison, though it's more her choice really. Her mother's death hit her hard, but it did bring her and her father closer together." Stiles explained. It did. Allison and Chris were still trying to find where Derek was hiding. She knew Stiles knew where he was, but Stiles figured she didn't want to ruin what little remained of the friendship that they had.
"Jackson hasn't been himself really." She continued, which was true for Jackson. When Matt finally died, it was like he was released from his fugue state. However, he still couldn't figure out why his hands had claws and why there was blood all on it.
"Really out of all of us Landon is the only one that actually seems to be normal." Stiles finished.
"And what about you, Stiles?" Morrell asked her, this caught her attention. "Feeling some anxiety about that championship game tomorrow night?"
"Why would you ask me that? Ah." She realized that she now had a mesh in her mouth and takes out it. "A bit. I mean one of the players is dead and the other's missing. So yeah I'm a bit off."
"Isaac. One of the three runaways. You haven't heard from any of them, have you?"
She didn't want to talk about Derek's pack. She didn't want to talk about anything related to Derek. Instead, she noticed that Morrell didn't take any notes. "How come you're not taking any notes on this?" She asked, trying to get the attention off her.
"I do my notes after the session." Mrs. Morrell explained.
"Your memory's that good?" Stiles asked in disbelief.
"How about we get back to you?" Mrs. Morrell folded her hands on the desk. She noticed that Stiles had a distance look in her face. "Stiles?"
Stiles comes back to reality. "I'm fine." She said quickly almost as if she was trying to convenience herself. "I mean, aside from the not sleeping, the jumpiness, the constant, overwhelming, crushing fear that something terrible is about to happen." And the fact that Derek is shutting me out for no reason, she thought to herself. "I'm just peachy"
"It's called hyper-vigilance, the persistent feeling of being under threat." Mrs. Morrell explained to her. Story of my life.
"It's not just a feeling though. It's-it's like a panic attack. Like I can't even breathe."
"Like you're drowning?" Stiles nodded her head. "So if you're drowning, and you're trying to keep your mouth closed until that very last moment, what if you choose to not open your mouth? To not let the water in?"
"You do anyway. It's a reflex." Stiles said knowingly.
"But if you don't give in, you have more time right?"
"Not much time." She deadpanned.
"But more time to fight your way to the surface?" Stiles shrugged her shoulders as if to answer. "More time to be rescued?" Mrs. Morrell pressed.
"More time to be in agonizing pain." She thought about Derek, "Remember head's exploding?"
"If it's about survival, isn't a little agony worth it?" She asked Stiles. Stiles looked at her.
"But what if it just gets worse?" What if I lose the one person I love and everyone else along with him? Is what she wanted to ask, but she keeps it to herself. "What if it's agony now and then– and it's just hell later on?"
Ms. Morrell gave her a knowing look. "Then think about something Winston Churchill once said– "If you're going through hell, keep going."" Mrs. Morrell told her.
Scott stepped out of his shower at home. He heard the familiar hissing sound coming from his bedroom. Rushing into the room he found the Kanima clinging to the wall with its tail wrapped around Melissa's throat, suspending her above the floor.
Gerard was there too. Scott flicked out his claws but Gerard just didn't bother to show any signs of fear, especially since he knew he had the upper hand. Gerard told Scott that since he hadn't been answering his phone so he felt a more direct approach to contact Scott would be better. He wanted the same thing Allison did. He wanted Derek's pack. Scott told him they're in hiding and he didn't know where. Gerard then explained that he plans to use the kanima to get revenge on Derek for the death of Kate. Gerard and the kanima leave. Melissa McCall was still terrified.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked her. He tried to reach out to her, but Melissa pulled back.
"Oh, I don't know what's happening. I don't know what that thing was or even what you are, but whatever he wants, just give it to him." Melissa told him.
"Mom, it's not that easy." Scott told her. Derek had not only shut him, but he shut out Stiles as well.
"Do what he wants. Just give him what he wants." She pleaded to him.
Scott looked at her with worried eyes. "I don't know if I can."
Derek was at home going through some books when Erica and Boyd came in and announced that they were going to leave him. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. It seemed like he was about to lose everything he cared about. He tried to talk them out of it saying they need an Alpha and a pack.
They explained they think they've found another pack already because of the noises they heard the night before. They believed they heard as many as a dozen wolfs howling but Derek shuts them down telling them it might have been only two. An acoustic phenomenon known as the "Beau Geste Effect" that creates the auditory illusion that a couple of wolves is actual a couple of dozen. They remained unconvinced and leave him anyway. So now Derek was not only betrayed by his mate, but he was lost his pack as well. Yep, he officially sucked.
He heard another presence come inside in the house. In reflect, threw a mirror shard, which Peter catches an inch from his throat, Derek turns to face his uncle.
"I expected a slightly warmer welcome. But point taken." Peter told him.
The next day Scott was at the animal clinic with Deaton. The door chimed, but the dogs inside the clinic go mad. They both go see the possible threat and it appeared to be Isaac. Deaton allowed Isaac into the examination room. Isaac watched Deaton and Scott worked on the small dog on the examination table. He couldn't ignore that smell it gave off.
"Why does it smell like that?" It didn't smell right and he noticed that Scott and Deaton exchanged looks. "What?" Isaac asked.
"Scott said almost the same thing to me a few months ago. One day he could somehow tell the difference between which animals were getting better and which were not." Deaton him.
"He's not getting better, is he?" Isaac asked. The dog gave out a whine.
"It has a very distinct scent, doesn't it? Come here." Deaton told him. Isaac looked over at Scott as if he were asking for permission. Scott urged him on. "I know you're well aware of what your new abilities can do for you. Improved strength, speed, and healing. You ever wonder what it could do for others? Give me your hand." Isaac gave him his hand. Deaton placed it on the dog.
Once Isaac's hand touched the dog, black veins appeared on his hand to his wrist. The dog seemed to have stopped whining.
"What did I do?" Isaac asked.
"You took some of his pain away." Scott explained.
"Only a little bit. But sometimes a little can make quite a difference." Deaton told him.
Isaac could feel tears falling down his face at the realization.
"It's okay. First time he showed me, I cried too." Scott told him. They both exchanged smiles.
Isaac told Scott about Boyd and Erica's plan to leave. He actually seek out Scott's advice because he trusts him. Scott admitted that he didn't know what he was doing most of the time. Isaac decided that he was going to go with the others, but he also shared a piece of information about what happened at the lacrosse practice.
"Jackson was there." Isaac told him. This caught Scott by surprise. He didn't plan on going to the game not with everything that happened.
"What do you mean "there"? Like, he was-"
"As if nothing had happened." Isaac told him.
"You don't think he'll be at the game, do you?"
Isaac nodded his head, "Yeah he will because he's playing."
Peter walked over to Derek in a slow manner. "It's quite a situation you've got yourself in here, Derek. I mean, I'm out of commission for a few weeks and suddenly there's lizard people, geriatric psychopaths, and you're cooking up werewolves out of every self–esteem–deprived adolescent in town. Not to mention you reek of sadness, but I don't think it's coming from you necessarily. I feel more rage coming from you."
Derek made a growling noise from his throat. The last thing he wanted to do with his uncle was talk about his love life. "What do you want?" He growled at him.
"Well, I want to help. You're my nephew. The only relative that I have left. You know, there's still a lot that I can teach you." He placed a hand on Derek's shoulder. "Can we just talk?" Peter asked him.
Derek looked at the hand on his shoulder. His mind flashed to the scratch that was on Stiles' face those months ago.
"Sure. Let's talk." Derek told him, but not before he threw Peter into the staircase.
In the locker room, Danny was talking to Jackson but it clear that he wasn't being heard. He shouted Jackson's name and the boy seemed to snap out of a trance. Jackson looked around confused, but then he warned Danny to stay away from him on the field. He tells him that if he should run toward the goalie that Danny should run the other way as fast as he can. Scott overheard the conversation.
Melissa entered the locker room and was looking for Scott. However, she noticed Stiles in a lacrosse uniform.
"Why are you dressed like that?" Melissa asked her. Stiles shrugged her shoulders.
"I have no idea. Coach wanted me to wear this. It must be a good luck thing." Stiles told her. Stiles didn't have a clue as to why Coach had asked her to dress in the uniform. It wasn't like she was on the team.
"Oh, have you seen-" Melissa tried to ask, but she gets interrupted by Finstock as he began talking into the microphone.
""Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will be joining others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind.""
Melissa was clearly confused, "What?" She questioned.
""Mankind– that word should have new meaning for all of us today."" Finstock continued.
"What the hell is he talking about?" Melissa whispered to Stiles.
"He does this every year. At least they aren't on the field. It'd be a lot worse." Stiles told her.
"Seriously?" Melissa questioned. Stiles nodded her head.
""We are fighting for our right to live."" Finstock told them and the team responded back in cheer.
Something about that line seemed familiar to Melissa. "Wait, is this?" She asked.
"Yep, it's the speech from Independence Day." Stiles told her, while Finstock continued to rip off the movie.
""But as the day the world declared in one voice–""
"It's Coach's favorite movie." Stiles informed her.
""We will not go quietly into the night!"" Finstock continued.
"He doesn't know any sports speeches?" Melissa questioned. Stiles tilted her head knowingly.
"I seriously think he doesn't care." She told her.
""Today we celebrate our Independence Day!"" Finstock finished. The team cheered as Gerard entered the room. Mrs. McCall moved back behind Stiles and Stiles felt both their bodies stiffen.
"Well spoken, coach. I might have chosen something with a little more historical value, but there's no denying your passion. And while I haven't been here long, there's no denying my pride in having a winning team for this school. I know you'll all be brilliant tonight, even with only one co–captain leading you." Gerard and Scott exchanged glances, "I maybe your principal, but I'm also a fan. So don't think I'll be content to watch you merely beat this team. Get out there and murder them." As everyone began to head to field, the coach explained that Scott is benched because he is failing three classes.
That just left Jackson on the field and everyone else around him defenseless.