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Scott pulled up to the warehouse, dread settling in his stomach as he looked at the old, weathered spiral in the wall. The last time he had been there, he had been successful, but he had help then, too. He didn't know if he could win this time, if he was being honest, but if he could make sure his mom was safe than it was okay.

Walking up to the warehouse, he tried to calm his heartrate, because he knew that Kate would hear it. She didn't want him to think that he was scared. He was, but she didn't need to know that.

"Scott!" she called out when he walked through the door. "So glad that you could join us."

"You didn't give me much of a choice," he countered, his voice hard. "Let her go."

"Scott, don't do this!"

He looked to his mom, who had been tied to one of the support beams, her hands behind her back. She was struggling against her restraints, trying to get to him.

"It's me she wants," he told her, begging her to understand. "I'm the one she wants revenge on. I'm the one who couldn't save Allison."

Melissa stilled, disbelief filling her features. "Is that seriously the only reason that you want him dead? Because of Allison?"

Kate growled, turning to Melissa with glowing eyes. "Don't say that like it isn't important! My niece is dead because of your son! And I'm going to make sure he pays for it."

"Allison was there of her own free will," Melissa said. "She was there to protect her friend, and she would've been there whether Scott was involved or not, because that's the kind of person she was. She cared for her friends and would do anything to save them. That has nothing to do with Scott –"

"Don't talk about her like you know her!" Kate screamed, walking over to Melissa so fast that not even Scott could stop her. Kate grabbed her jaw roughly, causing Melissa to cry out.

"Let her go!" Scott yelled, his vision turning red as his claws came out. He moved to charge her, and Kate's hand moved to his mother's throat.

"Move any closer and I rip her throat out," she threatened, squeezing Melissa's neck. Scott stopped, his breathing heavy as he watched, helpless. Kate turned back to Melissa, loosening her hold, but only slightly. "Don't act like this isn't something worth doing, because it is. Not only did Allison die because of your mutt of a son, but my entire family has been decimated! Do you really think that I should just stand by and let this little bastard live?"

"Yes," Melissa said, her voice resolute and her face determined. "Because Scott didn't decimate your family. You decided to burn down the Hale house, sending Peter after you for revenge. Gerard decided to abandon the code and not only go after everyone, but to use the power that he despised to try to heal himself. You decimated your own family. Allison and Chris were the ones who picked themselves up and turned the disgrace that you had given them into a new code and a new honor, and Allison died a hero. But you? You're gonna die a hate-filled woman who can't own up to her wrongs."

Kate's hand tightened around Melissa's neck, cutting off her air supply.

"Let her go!" Scott roared, his commanding Alpha taking over. Surprisingly, she let go as her head snapped to him, leaving his mom gasping for air, but it seemed to be more out of surprise than anything.

"Well, Scottie," she said, taking a few steps towards him. "It looks like you've grown a pair."

"Just let her go," he demanded. "Let her go, and you can do whatever you want with me."

"Actually," she said, tilting her head to the side. "I think the plans have changed."

''''''''''

"We can't just go rushing in," Chris told the group. "She'll hear us coming a mile away."

They were all standing at the edge of the preserve, and Stiles was having to almost physically hold Lydia back from going to wherever Scott was. He wasn't sure how much of it was her abilities and how much of it was her worry for Scott herself.

"We have to do something!" she said, shifting from foot to foot. "We can't just let him go and die!"

"We're not going to," Derek assured her. "But we need a better plan than we had with Anaheim. The main reason that worked is because she didn't have our hearing. Kate does."

"So what do we do?" she asked.

"Only a few of us go in," Chris explained. "It's less chance that she'll hear us."

"Well whoever else is going, I am, too," Lydia said.

Stiles looked at her, but before he could say anything, Malia spoke up.

"Are you insane?" she asked. "It's way too dangerous."

"I'm the one who knows where he is!" Lydia insisted. "I kind of have to go."

"Then I'm going, too," Malia said, crossing her arms.

"We're not taking volunteers," Chris interrupted, before it got out of hand. "Derek, Lydia, and me will all go. The rest of you wait here and wait in case we need back-up."

"Why does Derek get to go?" Liam asked.

"Because I need people that I know can be stealthy," Chris told him. "We need as little noise as possible."

"Derek is a good creeper," Stiles shrugged. "But if Lydia's going, so am I."

He ignored the confused look that he got from Lydia.

"Yes," Derek nodded, raising an eyebrow at him. "Because you're so quiet and stealthy."

"Well, what do you suggest?" Stiles asked.

"That you let us go and you wait here, like Chris said," Derek suggested. "We don't have time to waste fighting if you want to save Scott."

Stiles wanted to argue, but he knew that Derek was right. They needed to save Scott.

"Okay," Chris spoke up. "Let's go."

''''''''''

"What do you mean 'the plans have changed'?" Scott growled, crouching into a fighting stance.

"I think that you should know how I felt," she admitted, narrowing her eyes at him.

"I do know how you felt!" he yelled. "You're not the only person who loved her! You're not the only one who still loves her! Just because you're blood doesn't mean that you hurt any more than anyone else! I lost her just like you did, and I was there when it happened! So don't tell me that I don't know how you felt!"

"But you don't!" she roared back. "You may have been her plaything for a while, but she was my niece! There is a huge difference! And I have to make sure her death is avenged."

"If you think that, than you don't care about Allison at all," he told her, taking a step forward. "She wouldn't want this!"

"And how the hell would you even know?"

"Because she's not you!" he yelled, exasperated. "Allison wouldn't want anyone to get revenge for her. She died saving her best friend, and she was okay with that. She told me that she was okay with it. So don't parade around acting like you're being this righteous avenger when Allison would think that you were crazy if she was here!"

A growl was ripped from Kate's throat, and she charged before he could prepare for it.

''''''''''

Derek followed Lydia, who was being surprisingly quiet despite her heels. He could still hear her steps, but it was quiet enough to where Kate wouldn't be able to.

Chris, however, was completely silent. So silent that Derek might forget he was there if he couldn't hear his heartbeat.

They stayed silent so they wouldn't alert Kate to their approach. Derek watched Lydia carefully, watching for the first sign of a scream or a fugue state, but all he could see was a broken girl that was a little too thin for her frame, and he had to wonder if she had been eating. To lose as much weight as she had in the past few weeks couldn't be healthy. Combined with the sadness that had constantly been radiating off of her, it definitely didn't help the worry that had been growing for her.

He knew that things weren't good for her – he didn't expect it, honestly – but he hadn't seen her much after she got out of the hospital. He had tried to visit her at home, but she had always been conveniently asleep, and it had resulted in awkward and tense conversations with her mother. As much as Lydia didn't blame Scott for anything, he wasn't sure that Natalie felt the same way.

So he had stopped going over, because she obviously didn't want to see him, but he was starting to think that she didn't want to have much to do with anyone, if the obvious discord between her and Stiles had been any indication. Yes, they had been working together – that's what they always did – but there was tension there that he hadn't seen before. He knew that she hadn't been talking to Stiles, the boy had told him as much, but to think there might be something seriously wrong between them wasn't good.

Derek was pulled out of his thoughts when a gasp came from Lydia, and she sped up her pace, making more noise in the process.

Quickly, Derek caught up to her, gently grabbing her arm to stop her. She turned to him, anger clear on her features as she tried to pull her arm out of his grip. He raised an eyebrow at her, pointing to her feet before putting his finger in front of his lips.

She glared at him for a moment, and he noticed her heart beating faster than it was a moment ago.

He leaned down, getting as close to her ear as possible to whisper. "What's wrong?"

"The feeling just got worse," she whispered, barely audible, even to him. "We have to get to him now."

"Okay," he said.

''''''''''

Scott's back hit the ground hard as Kate lunged at him, landing on top of him with a feral look in her eye. Her hand reached back, claws out, but he caught it as she swung, twisting it with as much force as he could muster. She cried out in pain, and he pushed her off of him before getting up himself.

"I don't want to fight you, Kate," he said as she shook out her arm, looking irate. "Allison wouldn't want this."

"Don't tell me what she'd want!" she screamed. Charging him again, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him, sending him crashing into the stack of rebar.

He groaned, his head ringing from the impact. He tried to catch his breath, but by the time he did, Kate was standing over him and placed her boot on his chest to keep him down. He gasped in pain as the pressure increased in his sternum, making it harder to breathe.

"SCOTT!" Melissa cried. He couldn't see her, and a part of him prayed that she didn't see him. This wasn't something that she needed to see.

Kate smirked as he gasped for air, twirling a piece of rebar in her hand. "You know, it isn't a sword, but I think that it'll do."

She brought it up quickly before driving it right below his ribcage, the pain causing Scott to cry out.

He didn't have to see his mother to recognize her anguished cry.

Kate leaned down, looking him straight in the eye as she twisted the piece of metal further into him. "Since you claim that you know how I felt, now you can know how Allison felt."

''''''''''

"Stiles, will you stop pacing?"

"I'll stop pacing when they're all back here safe."

Liam sighed and leaned up against the car. "We're all worried, Stiles."

"Yeah?" he asked, stopping his pacing only long enough to look at the boy. "Well, some of us tend to express their concern differently. How long have you known me?"

Kira stepped in, placing a hand on Stiles' arm. "I think what Liam is saying is that he doesn't want you to over-worry, which you can tend to do. We've beat Kate before. We can do it again."

"How do we know she'll stay gone this time?" he asked.

"We don't," she told him. "But it'll be okay. I have faith in them. Just…don't worry so much."

"Well, the last time I didn't worry so much, it didn't end well," he muttered, resuming his pacing. He didn't miss the look of understanding on Kira and Liam's face, though. Instead of looking at them, he looked at Malia and Isaac, who were standing on the other side of the road, listening for some kind of signal.

"Anything?" he asked them, walking over to them.

"No," Isaac said, shaking his head. "Nothing."

"Damn it," he breathed.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Malia asked, confused. "We're the back-up in case it goes to shit."

"I know," he nodded. "I just want them back here already."

"Yeah," Isaac nodded. "You're not the only one getting antsy."

"Antsy?" Stiles asked. "Who uses 'antsy' anymore? The French I'm guessing."

Isaac looked at him, his annoyance obvious. "Can you please go back to pacing?"

"With pleasure."

''''''''''

All three of them heard the crash coming from the warehouse as it came into view, and they didn't even hesitate to look at each other. They just ran. Lydia couldn't help the dread that intensified as she ran.

When they got there, Kate stood over Scott towards the back of the room, leaning down over him as Melissa cried out for her son.

That was when Lydia noticed the piece of metal that Kate held in her hands, disappearing into Scott's torso.

"NO!" she screamed, running towards the pair. She couldn't lose him. She couldn't lose Scott, too.

Kate whipped around, her eyes lighting up as she smirked, crouching down into a fighting stance.

"Lydia, get down!"

She didn't hesitate. She kneeled down, placing her arms over her head as she crouched. A gunshot went off, and she heard Kate cry out.

"You think that's gonna stop me?" Kate asked, and Lydia peeked up to see the woman sneering at her brother. "A wolfsbane bullet didn't stop me."

"Yeah, I'm still trying to figure out how that worked out," Chris said, keeping the gun trained on her.

"Someone who knew what they were doing decided to take pity on me," she told him, taking a step towards the group. Lydia's gaze was drawn to Scott, who was taking shaky breaths as he grasped the rebar and tried to pull it out. It gave slightly, and Scott clenched his teeth together to hold in his groan.

She needed to get to him. But first, Kate needed to get away from him.

Slowly, she stood up, watching as Kate and Chris interacted with each other.

"Well, then they didn't know what mistake they were making," he said, narrowing his eyes at her.

"You really want your own sister dead?" she asked, her eyes widening in mock surprise.

"You haven't been the sister I know for a long time," he admitted.

Lydia couldn't keep her eyes off of Scott, and she knew that she needed to get over there. He was losing too much blood. He wasn't going to heal if they didn't get that rebar out, and he couldn't get the leverage to do it himself.

"Step aside," Derek told Kate, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What, so you can save him?" she asked. "I don't think so."

"He's not to blame for Allison," Chris said. "If you want to blame anyone, blame yourself."

"Me?" she asked. "I wasn't even there!"

"But you were the one who introduced her to our world!" he yelled. "You were the one that started her on this path, so if you want to blame somebody, blame yourself!"

"I'm not the one who let a werewolf get into her pants!" she countered. "Besides, she was going to find out eventually, since you had insisted on moving to Beacon Hills. I was just trying to prepare her. And now you're here being Scott McCall's little bitch. If you had killed him like you were supposed to, none of this would've happened!"

"Then come after me!" he challenged, lowering the gun and holding out his arms. "If I'm to blame, come after me!"

"I don't think you want me to do that," she warned.

"Why not?" he asked. "You had no problem killing our father."

"That's because he stood in my way," she told him.

Chris gave her a smirk. "What do you think I'm doing?"

Quicker than Lydia thought possible, Chris brought the gun back up and shot at her, shooting her in the shoulder. She growled, clutching her shoulder as she glared at him.

"Next one's in the head," he told her. "Unless you stop me."

She charged him, knocking the gun out of his hand and taking a swipe at him.

Lydia ignored the fight, knowing that Derek would help him. She began running towards Scott, whose grip was loosening on the metal sticking out of him.

Ignoring the rolling in her stomach, she grabbed the rebar and braced herself. "I'm sorry, this is gonna hurt."

She pulled as hard as she could, the piece of metal sliding out. He cried out in pain, and she threw the rebar to the side before kneeling down to put pressure on the wound.

"I'm sorry!" she said as he groaned at the pressure. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"It's okay," he forced out, his voice weaker than she was comfortable with. "Now it can heal."

"I don't think it's fatal," she told him. "Well, for you, anyway. But we still have to stop the bleeding."

"I can feel it already," he told her. "Just keep pressure."

She nodded, shooting him a smile and ignoring the blood that stained his lips. It had been really close, but she could tell that the bleeding was slowing down already.

"Lydia!"

She felt a hand wrap around her hair and pull, dragging her away from Scott as she screamed

She landed hard as Kate tossed her like a rag doll, looming over her with a feral look in her eyes.

"So you can save him, but not Allison?" she growled.

"I tried to save her," Lydia told her, her anger flaring. "Just like I'm trying to save Scott. Because that's what we do."

Lydia spared a glance over at Chris, who was on the floor, holding his side. Derek looked like he was about to charge, but Lydia shook her head minutely. Not yet.

"Well you failed," Kate spat. "Just like you're gonna fail with Scott. Just like you failed with your little bastard mutt."

Lydia couldn't begin to describe the anger that filled her as she looked at the sneer on Kate's face. The woman turned around to head back to Scott, who was trying and failing to get up with rage set on his face. Lydia shot up faster than she ever had in her life, and completely on instinct, threw her hands out and let out a scream.

A bright white light came out of Lydia's hands, hitting Kate and knocking her several feet off course from Scott, her head making contact with one of the beams keeping the building up.

Unfortunately, it didn't knock Kate out, but Lydia just glared at her as the woman attempted to get her bearings back. Her anger was so high that she barely acknowledged the fact that she had never done anything like that before.

"The only reason that my daughter is dead is because of you," Lydia explained, the venom in her voice scaring even her. "You're the one who killed Gerard. You're the reason that I wasn't safe at home. You have no right to use her against me."

Kate just laughed, looking up at her with something like amusement in her eyes. "I didn't know that telling the truth is using something against you. You should know better than to bring a child into this life. How many people have died because of your precious Alpha? You should've known that the mutt wouldn't make it."

Lydia brought her hands back up, but a figure rushed past her, picking Kate up by the neck.

"Shut the fuck up," Derek growled, squeezing her neck and drawing blood from his claws. She brought her hands up to his, trying to pry it off, but he only squeezed harder.

"Go," Chris told Lydia, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Get Scott and Melissa out of here. We'll take care of her."

She looked between the two men for a moment, finally dropping the metal and running over to Scott.

"Can you walk?" she asked him. He nodded, and Melissa appeared at her side. Chris must have gotten her loose.

They got on either side of Scott and helped him stand up, walking out of the warehouse as a metal crash resounded throughout the building, signaling that Derek had thrown Kate.

''''''''''

"What the hell?"

Stiles made his way over to them as they approached the tree-line, his eyes widening at the blood on all of them.

"Don't worry," Scott told him, his voice still weaker than Lydia liked. "It's all mine."

"That doesn't make it any better!" Stiles countered. "Are you okay? I mean, of course you're not okay, you look like you should have bled out –"

"I'm alive, Stiles," he assured, leaning up against the Jeep "I'm just tired."

"Where's Derek and Chris?" Isaac asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

"Taking care of Kate," Melissa told him, fussing over her son. "Don't ask me what it means. I don't know."

Lydia noticed Kira standing off to the side, patiently waiting to get to Scott despite the longing in her eyes. She walked over to the girl, who gave her a small smile.

"He's okay?" Kira asked, trying and failing to hide her worry.

Lydia nodded. "He's healing. He'll be okay."

The girl's shoulders slumped in relief, as tears filled her eyes.

"Go see him," Lydia told her. "I promise you won't be interrupting."

Hesitantly, Kira nodded and made her way over to him. As soon as he saw her, his eyes lit up, and when she got close enough, he reached out and pulled her to him. She buried her head in his shoulder, ignoring the blood on his shirt as he rubbed her back and kissed her forehead. Lydia couldn't help the way her heart warmed at the sight.

"Hey," Stiles said, coming to stand next to her.

"Hey," she said, giving him a small smile.

He looked at her for a moment, worry coloring his features.

"Stiles, I'm fine," she told him. "I promise."

He nodded slowly, seeming to be contemplating something. Before she could ask him, he pulled her into a hug, squeezing her as he buried his face in her hair.

"God, Lyds, I was so worried," he admitted, his voice thick. She melted into his embrace, not realizing just how much she missed it until then. She honestly wasn't sure the last time she had let him hold her like this the past couple of weeks. She hugged him back just as hard, taking in his warmth.

"You had nothing to be worried about," she said. "I took care of myself just fine."

Her mind went back to the burst of energy that had come from her. It was something that she would have to figure out, but she didn't have to figure it out tonight.

"I knew you would," he told her. "But it didn't stop me from worrying."

"I know," she nodded, resting her head on his chest.

Lydia's stomach dropped, and she lifted her head to look in the direction of Chris and Derek.

"What?" Stiles asked. "What's wrong?"

The crack of a gunshot sounded in the distance, and everyone turned to the sound.

"That was Mr. Argent, right?" Liam asked. "He's the only one who had a gun."

"Unless it got into somebody else's hands," Malia suggested. Lydia raised an eyebrow at her. "Sorry. Not helping."

Stiles jumped as his phone chirped, signaling a text message.

"It's Derek," he said, reading the message. "He said 'it's over.'"

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