Battlefield:

"So, what did she say?" Bex asked Stiles as they sat outside on the bleachers. He had just been to talk to the school guidance counselor and he was still playing with the lacrosse stick. Scott had barely talked to either of them after knowing Bex was okay. He was trying to deal with his mom and trying to talk to Allison. She hadn't seen Isaac in a week and Stiles was still not himself and that worried her. "Stiles." She said softly and he stopped and looked up at her.

"She basically wanted to know how I was doing after everything. Gave me some tips to keep cool from everything. I told her I was fine though." He nodded looking down.

"Okay and how are you really?" She asked him worried. He could never lie to her; she had a way that she could see right through every one. He sighed and turned to her.

"I'm sick of being scared. I jump 6 feet in the air every time something scares me. I'm afraid of losing my dad, like I almost did in the station. I feel completely helpless. I'm always on the verge of a panic attack and I haven't felt like this since…." Stiles trailed off as Bex saw the look of pain on his face and knew he meant his mom's death. "And now I feel like something bad is going to happen because…. we're losing." He sighed sadly. Bex put hand on his leg.

"Well, if we're not the underdog now, how are we supposed to get on top?" She asked him. Stiles just licked his lips and shrugged. "It's going to be okay. We'll figure this out, Stiles, I promise. We'll keep fighting. We have to." She said. Stiles nodded and then remembered she went too.

"It's freaking me out how calm you are!" He yelled flinging his arms in the air. She gave him a sad laugh. "What did Ms. Morrel say to you?" He questioned. She remembered earlier that morning.

"Is there anything in specific that you want to talk about today?" Ms. Morrel asked Bex. Bex sat on the chair opposite her desk. She didn't want to go but Danny made her, worried about her getting shot. She was only there for him. She wouldn't have gone otherwise. He just needed to know she was okay. "Anything on your mind?" She inquired. "What about Matt having those pictures of you and Allison on his computer? Does that bother you?"

Bex scoffed. "Of course it does! Anyone would be creeped out by a stalker pretending to be in a relationship with you using photo shop. But there's nothing I can do. He's gone now." She said unsympathetically.

"Do you feel even a little bad for him? For what he went through, a near drowning experience when he was kid." Ms. Morrel asked her.

"This guy shot me! Killed numerous police officers and took me and my friends hostage, forgive me if I'm not exactly ready to mourn." She snapped back. She knew she shouldn't have been so cold but she wasn't going to feel bad for him when he was going to kill them.

"It's understandable why you might feel that way." Ms. Morrel agreed. "Is there anything else that has been on your mind?"

"No. I have nothing else really." Bex lied to her, with a blank face. She waited for her to speak. She felt kind of uncomfortable. She felt confined too, in a corner with nowhere to run if she needed to. She hated that.

"Why did you come then? These sessions are only suggested after going through a trauma. You must have had a reason to show up." Ms. Morrel told her and Bex knew she couldn't get out of this with minimal talking. "How are you feeling since then?" Bex hesitated before answering her. She didn't talk about this stuff to strangers, she felt too open when she does that. Ms. Morrel must have sensed her uneasiness. "Anything you say here stays here."

"…. I was scared. I got shot and I thought I was going to die from blood loss. The pain was intense and I was angry too. I was more angry than scared. Angry that Matt was going to kill Stiles or Scott or their parents. I didn't want to see them in so much pain." She admitted to her, looking down. Ms. Morrell nodded, smiling slightly not taking her eyes off of her. Her friends are what were most important to her; she would protect them before herself. "I'm scared of losing them too, all of them because I'm not strong enough and I just feel so weak!" Bex said her voice shaking a bit.

"Why do you think that?" She asked her, Bex didn't say anything. "You're fear of losing them, of not being strong enough where do you think that comes from?" Bex still didn't say anything. She was feeling more boxed in this office than before. "Your mother?" She saw Bex freeze at the mention of her.

"What does she have to do with anything?" Bex asked sharply. She didn't want to talk about her. Ms. Morrel intertwined her fingers as she leaned forward to talk to her.

"You're afraid of losing them like you're mother. She left you when you were very young and you're convinced that it was your fault. You were sick and in the hospital. You think it's because she thought you weren't strong enough." Ms. Morell explained kindly. Bex was silent again. "You can't let your past keep you from moving forward, Bex. Often when we think we don't have any, strength appears."

"Yeah, well what do you do when you feel utterly weak but you don't show it?" Bex inquired. "What if everything is just going to get worse and you're weak?"

Ms. Morell said, "Mignono McLaughlin once said 'Our strength is often composed of the weakness that we're dammed if we are going to show.' That weak feeling you have, it's the beginning of a new strength." She told her simply.

Bex told Stiles everything she had told her. "But I'm still scared." Stiles took one of hers and squeezed it. "I'm scared out of my mind, Stiles. Every time I sleep, the Kanima is killing one of you guys. I haven't slept well since Isaac was last with me. I haven't seen him in a week and I miss him so incredibly much I didn't think it was possible." Bex voice cracked and she coughed to cover it up. "I wake up every morning, shaking like crazy. I don't know how I'm going to get through this Stiles."

Stiles looked at his best friend. Bex was feeling just like he felt, scared, edgy and on the verge of losing it. They needed each other. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. She hugged him back and he felt his heart race slightly. He buried his face in her shoulder taking her in, knowing that she'll never feel the same way as he does her. "You're not going to lose us and I'm not going to lose you guys or my dad. You're going to get through it, okay? We all are. Batman and Batgirl always do, remember?" He asked and she let out a small chuckle.

"Yeah, I remember." She told him. "I don't think they had to deal with werewolves and Kanima's and hunter though." She informed him and he scoffed.

"That just means we're way more badass." He told her nodding and she let out a real laugh, which he hadn't heard in a while.

"You're right. We'll be okay, like we always are." She agreed as she sat up and he smiled at her. "And Stiles? You're not helpless, at all. We may not be werewolves but we don't have to be. You don't see it but you keep everything together. Everything would come crashing down if it weren't for you. That is why you're Batman." She told him. Stiles had a wide smile on his face. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her right then and there but knew he couldn't.

"Ready for the game tonight?" She asked sitting up.

He chuckled. "Hell, no!" She smiled and stood up grabbing her jacket and bag as she did. Stiles resisted the urge to groan, he didn't want to leave the position they were in. "It doesn't matter, it's not like I'm going to play anyways."

"You never know and I'll be rooting you and the guys on. I just have to go over to Deaton; he said I left my phone and Scott will be there too." She told Stiles and he stood up too.

"Okay. I'll see you later?" He asked and she nodded as she walked away. He sighed, as he got ready to leave.

As Bex was walking down the sidewalk to the vet's, her bag slipped from her shoulder and all of the contents spilled out. She sighed and out as she bent down to grab them.

"Need some help?" A voice said and she gasped and jumped a bit as she looked up to see a guy standing above her. He looked to be around his 30's, he was wearing a jeans and leather similar to Isaac's and he gave her a small smile as he bent down and helped her.

"Thanks." She replied as she put her things back in her bag. She got a weird feeling off this guy though. She couldn't explain it but it was weird. She tried to convince herself that she was just being paranoid but there was something off. "I'm a huge klutz."

He gave her a light laugh. "I'm sure we're all like that at one point. I believe this is yours?" He asked handing her the picture but still looking at it, interested. It was one she put in her bag of her with Scott and Stiles when they were 14. She was on Scott's back ruffling his hair and Stiles shoved cake in his face. She quickly took it and put it up. "That's a sweet picture. Must be good friends of yours."

"They are." She simply told him as she zipped up her bag.

"They seem like they would be loyal to you." He replied thoughtfully but Bex felt as though something wasn't right and she tried not to show how nervous she was. "Friends like that, you would definitely want to keep close."

"Absolutely." She agreed wanting to get away from him. He gave her a small smile and cocked his head as though he was trying to figure something out. "Well, I should get going now, I'm late. Thanks for your help though." She said trying to get away from him.

"You're welcome." He smiled at her as she walked past him without looking back. She didn't see Peter's mischievous smile, as though he had a plan in mind.

Bex walked into the vet's office and the chimes on the door rang. Deaton was already out front and smiled when she came in. He bent down behind the counter and pulled out her phone. "Here you go, don't want to lost that." He said kindly handing it to her. She thanked him. "Why don't you go in the back, Scott's there and so is Isaac."

Bex smiled at the mention of his name and moved to the back. "I'm not going anywhere, if that's what you mean." She heard Scott's say from the back. "I have too many people here who need me."

"Well, I guess that means I'm lucky cause I don't have anyone so." Isaac told him looking down. Bex felt a bit hurt but pushed it aside as she walked into the room as Isaac got up and walked to the side of the wall about to leave. Scott shook his head.

"You have Bex." Scott told him but Isaac didn't say anything as Scott started talking again. "Are you going to go with them?" Scott asked him. Bex stopped outside the room and listened. Isaac's answer made Bex's heart shatter.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I will." He said. "Good luck with the game."

"Thanks but I'm not playing in some meaningless game right now." Scott told him, obviously having a lot on his mind.

"You weren't at practice last week were you?" Isaac asked him.

"No, I skipped it. Why?" Scott asked still distracted and not paying attention.

"And you didn't hear?" Isaac asked him confused. He would have thought it would have gotten back to Scott's since he's the co-captain of the team.

"Hear what?"

"Jackson was there." Isaac told him and Bex remembered seeing him talking to Lydia after practice.

"What- what do you mean there?"

"As if nothing had happened." Isaac clarified. Bex knew Jackson was going on with his life. He would feel guilt but he would pretend it didn't happen, cause he has no control over it. He would be there tonight.

"Really? That-that means the game tonight?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, he's playing." Isaac told him sadly. Bex didn't hear him walking out and he saw her leaning against the wall. "Bex-" He started seeing the look of pain on her face. She didn't wait to listen though, she ran out the door with Isaac on her heels. She ran down the street until he caught up to her and grabbed her hand to stop her from going anywhere. "Bex, stop please!"

"Why? You're leaving and you didn't tell me! Were you ever going to tell me or would you just have taken off?" Bex asked him upset.

"No of course not. I was going to tell you before the game." Isaac tried to explain but Bex didn't believe him.

"Were you? Why Isaac? We need you here!" Bex said trying to convince him to change his mind. "I need you here." She tried to plead with him.

"You don't need me, Bex." He told her. Bex was taken aback. He was completely serious. She didn't know why he thought that it was so far from the truth.

"That's not true, Isaac. You know it's not!" She said to him, trying to get him to understand. She needed him a lot more than he would think.

He just gave her a shy smile. "Yeah, it is and you don't even know it." Bex was amazing, he knew that she didn't need him. He would just be holding her back. Bex shook her head and started pacing. "Bex, I have no reason to stay here, Boyd and Erica are leaving and I'm going to go with them."

Bex stopped pacing. "No reason, huh?" She asked trying not to sound too hurt. Isaac realized his mistake and tried to reach out for her.

"That's not what I meant, Bex." He quickly told her seeing her hurt expression. He didn't mean to say that.

"No, you meant what you said." She said blinking back tears that were threatening to fall. She wouldn't let them though. She wasn't going to stop him if he wanted to leave. He tried to reach out for her but she stepped back away from him. "Good bye, Isaac." She said as her voice threatened to crack. She walked away from him, not looking at the sad expression on his face.

"Bex?" Stiles asked her as she sat on his bed. She had gone straight to his house and he took her upstairs when he saw her face. She hadn't said anything since she got there. The fight was still fresh in her mind. "What happened?"

"Isaac is leaving with Erica and Boyd." Bex finally got it out. Stiles didn't know what to say. He was shocked. She looked down. She quickly wiped a single tear that fell before Stiles could see.

"Are you okay?" He asked and he internally wanted to hit himself for asking such a stupid question. Isaac was leaving and she was trying not to cry. He felt like an idiot.

"I'll be fine" She assured him. She turned and nodded, as though to let him know that she wasn't going to cry. Stiles knew she wasn't fine though. She tried to hide it but it was all over her face, it was hurting her and it hurt Stiles to see his friend so upset. He squeezed her hand gently. "But I think you're right though, Stiles." She sadly admitted to him.

He looked up at her, confused. "I am?" She nodded.

"We're loosing."