A/N: Hellooooo! This was the episode with the history on Kira's mother. It was so short just writing after the episode so I added a bit of my own moments before the actual episode.

Just let me tell you, this was hard. I just felt so bad about Reese. He was so sweet, helping her steal chocolate and all that. Then seeing how he got burned and screamed in pain covered in bandages. With all the morphine sold off. I just broke. I'm still feeling horrified, I had completely forgotten how bad it was.

Anyways, yup. This is it :P A new chapter. I'm going to try and get the chapters done as fast as possible but I do go to university now so I've got a lot of studying to do xD

Read away,

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The night with Aiden made me feel a lot better, during my time with Aiden I had realized that I was big on cuddling, luckily he loved it as much as I did. He wasn't a mad sex-addict that couldn't just spoon, which was nice. Before we actually started dating I never would have believed he was this sweet. He put up a front when others was around, not a big one but still, it was there. He was the badass after all. We did have sex though... I liked it, there was no denying that but I'd never say it out loud. I was still extremely shy when it came to that stuff. If people started talking about sex, nakedness or anything of the sort I immediately got quiet, I'm fairly quiet to begin with as well, especially if it was about me and Aiden. Sometimes people would comment on it. Alison said we looked "cozy" a couple of weeks ago and I was so embarrassed. That wasn't even that bad either.

It had been a few days and I had been at Isaac's side almost constantly, talking to him about how I felt about being useless, about how worried I was. I talked to him about my parents calls and how wonderful they had it in Greece. There was no monster-magnet there, which made me feel relieved. If they were here I'd have them to worry about too.

I usually held Isaac's hand too, I hoped that in some way that made him feel better, or maybe some luck would just pass over to him in some way. I listen to music that made me happy and hoped that would increase the odds of luck tranfering.

Mr. Deaton didn't tell me how to practice. I think he meant I had to discover that for myself, maybe there was no training me and my kind. I just had to find the tricks that helped me help them.

I got a call from Alison who asked me to get over to her place.

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"I know with everything that's going on it's hard to relax but I think we could really use a tub of ice cream and think of something else right now," I said and spunn around on the spinning office chair.

"You know what, Tara, You are totally right!" Alison exclaimed and got up from where she was sitting. "Let's go and buy som Ben & Jerry's" she said and started walking out the door. I ran after here and laughed happily.

It's important to take a break once in a while.

We got back to Alison's place after buying one cooking dough and one caramel chew chew.

We sat down in her couch, watching lame rom coms, digging in the ice cream with one spoon each. Once in a while we took a spoonful from each other and continued watching "The Proposal" or what ever movie we were on.

"Hey, how's things with you and Aiden? He doesn't seem to have change much," Alison said in the middle of "Step up", a movie the two of us had watch a billion times.

"I'm guessing you refer to the 'we attack them' thing? I know, I swear he's not like that with me. Well, to some extent, yes, but he's nicer now. He just doesn't show it to others. It's going good by the way. I just have a hard time relaxing with everything that's going on. He and Ethan are more used to it," I said and began thinking of what their past must be like.

"Yeah, I can imagine," Alison said trailing off.

I suddenly started laughing like crazy, thinking of memories from months before.

"What?" Alison asked and looked curious.

"I just remembered when Stiles changed Scott's username on the chatpage," I said after calming down slightly. Still laughing in the pauses though.

"What? I haven't heard this story? Tell me!" Alison demanded.

"Stiles changed Scott's name on the chatpage and Scott started writing to me and I felt like my heart exploaded from hilariousness," I said and laughed. "He changed it to 'Werewolfboy'" I added when I was able.

The moment Alison heard that she laughed as much as I did.

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"Take all of it," Alison's dad said.

Apparently we were going on a Stiles-hunt. I didn't like it but there was no other real choice. We had to find him. We had to stop it.

"What's the plan here?" Sheriff Stilinski asked.

"Our best option right now is for Derek to pick up Stiles scent at Ikenhouse," Chris Argent said. "Especially if he went through something stressful there," Chris added.

"Should all five of us be going to the same place?" the sheriff asked again.

"Where else has Stiles been showing up?" Mr. Argent asked.

"School," Alison said.

"Hospital," I contributed.

"Hold on," Derek said. "We did this already, he disappeared, we started looking for him then walked right into a trap at the hospital," he continued.

"He's getting us to repeat the same moves," Chris stated.

"So what do we do? Wait for him to come to us?" Alison asked and I frowned.

"But what else can we do, isn't this the only choice?"

"We can't, not if the Oni find him when the sun goes down," Derek said.

"Scott's working on that right now with Kira," I mentioned.

"That's the problem, we're all trying to out-fox the fox," Chris Argent said.

"Listen, I understand if anyone wants to back out," the sheriff said.

"I won't back out. Stiles is my friend, I'm not going to abandon him," I said simply.

"I'm not gonna be the first wolf to run from a fox," Derek said. Pride, such a wonderful excuse.

"Apparently I'm carrying a light saber," Chris stated, clearly not giving up either.

"Dad, you, Derek and Tara at the Ikenhouse and the sheriff and I take the hospital. We all meet in the school," Alison said and we all headed out.

I noted that Chris brought a gun, I didn't like it. At all. Stiles was one of my oldest friends, I wanted more than anything to see him get better, same with Isaac, that was constantly on my mind as well. I may not have known him as long but he always looked after me.

It didn't take long before Alison called and said to meet at Stiles house, apparently they'd seen him through a camera on the sheriff's phone.

While getting there I walked beside Derek with Chris Argent ahead of us.

"Derek..." I said hesitant.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Do you think we'll survive this? Honestly..." I asked.

"I don't know. But I think we've got a better shot at it if you're here," he stated.

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"What is all this?" I asked and looked at Stiles chessboard.

"This is what Stiles used to explain to me about you," the sheriff said.

"Really? Good idea, Stiles," I said impressed.

"Well, maybe it's a message from Stiles, the real Stiles," Alison suggested.

We all studied the board closely.

"Is there any reason why my name's on the king?" Derek asked.

"Well, you're heavily guarded," the sheriff said. "I guess the alarming detail is that you're one move from being in check mate," he added.

We all looked down at the board.

"It's not a message from Stiles. It's a threat from a nogitsune," Chris Argent said.

They started arguing on whether they should go to Stiles or not. I didn't have the energy to fight. I really wasn't much of fighter anyway.

"Hear me out," the sheriff said. "What we're dealing with here is basically someone who lacks motive, right? Our enemy is not a killer, it's a trickster. The killing is just a byproduct," he continued.

"If you're trying to say it won't kill us I'm not feeling too confident about that," Derek intervened.

"It won't, it wants irony. It wants to play a trick. It wants a joke, all we need to do is come up with a new punchline," the sheriff stated.

"What do you have in mind?" Chris Argent asked.

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We opened Derek's loft door and saw Stiles standing there. In the middle of the room, looking out the window. He turned around to look at us.

"Hi, dad."