Hello all. I'm a terrible person for not updating in such a long time to this flick. If I'm honest this bit is the toughest bit to write because I have so much planned for later and it's going to be awesome but I have to get through this bit before I can get to the big drama of this season and I really want to do it justice and get it just right and I'm babbling but I'm so excited. I promise that there will be more frequent updates from now on. Anyway, please enjoy this update and leave a review if you have the time. It amazes me how many of you guys are reading this story and how popular it has become. So thank you all so much for taking the time to read it.

Ramble over. Enjoy the chapter.

Emily came home three days later Weira insisted she rest for a day and that turned into two days because with Stiles's nightmares Emily hadn't slept or rested in a week. Emily walked into the Stilinski home and saw Stiles sat at the kitchen table bent over a book.

"Hey." Emily walked over to him and rested her chin on the top of his head. "What are you reading?" She asked him reaching over to close the book. "Psychic law."

Stiles sighed. "I thought it might be helpful." He pushed the book away. "But it wasn't. How was Chicago?" He looked up at her.

"A bust. Did I miss much here?" Emily asked, praying things hadn't gotten worse in her absence.

Stiles shook his head. "Oh we just saved girl who's been trapped in coyote form for years."

Emily's eyes widened. "Werecoyotes are… rare." She moved to sit down next to him.

Stiles nodded. "But I think we got over the Bardo effects on our own." He smiled at her.

"No more nightmares?"

Stiles shook his head taking her hand is his. "No more nightmares."

Immortal

Stiles stared at his girlfriend in shock as she flitted about the kitchen making dinner. He had been banished to the kitchen table after he almost set himself on fire. "What do you mean you don't like Halloween?" He exclaimed.

Emily glanced at him over her shoulder. "I love Halloween back in the days when I could really scare people. It was a great hunting night but now eh…" She shrugged.

Stiles jumped to his feet. "Okay we're going to make you love Halloween again. Like the night before we're going to prank Coach. And you're going to help." He pointed at Emily.

Emily smiled sweetly at him. "Anything for you." She lifted the wooden spoon out of the pot. "Now taste this and tell me what you think." Emily held out the spoon.

Stiles stepped forward and tasted the sauce. "Could use a little bit of pepper."

Emily nodded and turned around again, grabbing the pepper from the shelf and added some. She offered Stiles the spoon again and he tried the sauce.

Stiles nodded licking his lip. "Better." He kissed her cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too." Emily smiled at him. "Now back to your table, I don't think I'd love you if you were extra crispy." She patted him on the shoulder.

Stiles rolled his eyes and sat back down at the table. "You look very domestic cooking me dinner."

Emily smirked glancing at him over her shoulder. "You can't tame me darling, you should know that by now." She winked at him.

Stiles chuckled. "I wouldn't have you any other way."

"I should hope not. I haven't changed in over three hundred years." She pointed out.

"Well you have changed a little bit. When we first met you were much more…" Stiles trailed off like he was trying to think of the right word.

"A bitch?" Emily offered.

"I was going to go with cold." Stiles replied. "Anyway, now you have me and the pack and you're friends with Lydia when you both hated each other last year." He explained. "You even play nice with Alison now."

Emily nodded. "I guess you're right. But all that is down to you. I'd still be that cold bitch if it wasn't for you."

Stiles shrugged. "Well you did change me a bit for the better. I don't think I'd be as confident as I am now if I hadn't met you." He pointed out.

"If you're about to say some sappy crap about us completing each other please forget it." Emily pleaded with him. "All of that is complete rubbish."

Stiles shook his head. "We're never going to be able to have a nice moment are we? You're determined to ruin them all."

Emily grinned at him. "Maybe someday."

Immortal

"Get your ass down here now. We have a job to do." Stiles hissed down his phone to Scott as he navigated his way through the dark to Coach's office with Emily next to him.

"Dude, I'm already in bed. And aren't we getting a little old for this?" Scott asked on the other end of the line.

Stiles shook his head. "We do this for Coach."

"I thought we did this to Coach." Scott argued.

"Whatever, okay? You know he needs this. He lives for this stuff. He loves it." Stiles answered.

"But it's the middle of the night."

Stiles nodded. "Which means it's after midnight and officially Mischief Night/Day, and, by perfectly awesome coincidence, it's also happens to be Coach's birthday." He pointed out.

"And if I'm doing this Scott you so are too." Emily called down the phone.

Stiles grinned at Emily. "So if you are not down here in five seconds, I will destroy you. Okay? And I mean five, four, three, two… Ah!" Stiles exclaimed when Scott appeared behind him.

"One." Scott grinned at his friend.

Stiles gasped clutching his chest. "I hate you." He exclaimed.

Immortal

Stiles and Emily met up with Scott and Isaac at the front of the school the next day. They were walking up to school when they ran into the twins, Ethan and Aiden.

Scott frowned. "You're back in school?"

Ethan shook his head. "No, just to talk."

"Oh. That's kind of a change of pace for you guys. Usually, you're just hurting, maiming, and killing." Stiles replied dryly.

Aiden ignored Stiles and addressed Scott directly. "You need a pack. We need an Alpha."

Stiles scoffed. "Yeah. Absolutely not. That's hilarious though." He shook his head.

Ethan pointed to Emily. "You let her in."

"Hey." Emily exclaimed and then shrugged. "But yeah. He's got a point." She glanced at Scott.

Stiles shook his head. "You changed."

"And proved yourself to the pack." Scott added with a smile at her.

Emily was glad she and Scott were finally on good terms.

"You came to us for help. We helped." Aiden pointed out.

Stiles glared at him. "You beat his face into a bloody pulp. That's not helping. In my opinion, that's actually counter-productive."

Emily glanced at her boyfriend, she'd noticed he was a little more hostile than usual.

Scott crossed his arms over his chest. "Why would I say yes?"

"We'd add strength. We'd make you more powerful. There's no reason to say no." Aiden shook his head.

Emily nodded. "He does have a point. I mean don't get me wrong I don't trust the little buggers but they would add strength and I get the feeling we might need all the strength we can get." She shrugged. "And if I'm proof of anything it's that people can change."

Isaac glared at the twins. "I can think of a couple of reasons why. Like the two of you holding Derek's claws while Kali impaled Boyd. In fact, I don't know why we're not impaling them right now." He snarled taking a step forward but Scott stopped him.

Aiden snarled at him. "You want to try?"

Scott looked between the twins and shook his head. "Sorry, but they don't trust you. And neither do I." He walked past them without a second look, the others following behind him.

Immortal

Scott, Stiles and Emily stepped into the school and Emily was attacked by a flying roll of toilet paper. Emily ducked out of the way before the offending object hit her in the face.

Stiles glared that boy. "All right, that's my girlfriend's face!" He yelled at the boy who had thrown said roll of toilet paper and threw the roll back. "Hey, dude, good decision, buddy. Good Alpha decision." He clapped Scott on the back.

Scott nodded. "I hope so." He glanced at Emily. "You think I should have given them a chance."

Emily shrugged.

Scott stopped at his locker and opened it when he saw the new girl, Kira, talking to her dad not far away.

Stiles shook his head. "No, you know so. What are you looking at?

Scott blinked and looked at his best friend. "Me?"

Stiles nodded. "You."

Emily grinned spotting who Scott was looking at. "You looking at her?

Scott felt his cheeks heat up and pretended not to know who Emily was talking about. "Her? Who her?" He asked trying to act innocent.

Stiles having caught on too nodded his head towards Kira. "Her her."

"Kira. You like her?" Emily asked Scott.

Scott shook his head. "No. I mean Yeah, yeah, she's okay. She's new."

Stiles shrugged closing his locker. "So, ask her out."

Scott's eyes widened. "Now?"

Stiles rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yes, now."

"Right now?" Scott looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

Stiles sighed. "Right now. Scott, I don't think you get it yet. You're an Alpha. You're the apex predator. Everyone wants you. You're like the hot girl that every guy wants." He explained.

Emily nodded. "That's what I've been trying to tell him." She sighed.

Scott frowned. "The hot girl?"

Stiles patted him on the shoulders. "You are the hottest girl." He took Emily's hand and the couple walked off together with big grins on their faces.

Immortal

Everyone laughed when they heard Coach curse from his office. Stiles, Scott and Emily grinned at each other and leant back in their seats.

Coach stomped out of his office. "Mischief Night. Devil's Night." He paced up and down. "I don't care what you call it. You little punks are evil. You think it's funny every Halloween my house gets egged? A man's house is supposed to be his castle. Mine's a frickin' omelet." He spotted a wrapped package on his desk. "Oh, this? We're gonna do this again? I don't think so." He stomped on the package after dropping it to the floor and something smashed inside. Coach bent down and picked it up. ""Happy Birthday." "Love, Greenberg."" He snarled the name.

From her seat Lydia waved her hand like she was batting a fly away.

Danny frowned at her. "What are you doing?"

"There's a fly." Lydia stated.

Immortal

Stiles and Emily were sat outside, Emily was testing Stiles on history when the Sheriff approached them and told them that William Barrow had somehow escaped from his operation when flies had burst from the tumour they were removing and fled the hospital. Stiles and Emily followed the Sheriff into the school.

"Wait, the William Barrow? As in the Shrapnel Bomber?" Stiles asked as they hurried through the corridors.

"He was spotted nearby?" Emily asked him.

The Sheriff nodded. "A little closer than near by, actually."

Emily and Stiles shared a glance as Agent McCall came running past demanding about needing to get into the basement.

"Dad what is really going on here?" Stiles asked.

The Sheriff sighed and launched into an explanation. Emily glanced at Stiles. "We should round up the pack." She told him.

Stiles nodded. "Dad we'll see you later."

Emily and Stiles ran off.

Immortal

Isaac, Lydia, Stiles, Emily and Alison all hurried down the school corridor. "Barrow went after kids with glowing eyes? He said those exact words?" Isaac asked Emily and Stiles.

Stiles nodded. "Yeah. And no one knows how he woke up from anesthesia. Just that when they opened him up, they found a tumor full of live flies, which in any other circumstance would be all kinds of awesome."

Lydia stopped walking. "Did you say flies?"

"Lydia?"

Lydia shook her head. "All day I have been hearing this sound. It's like this buzzing."

"Like the sound of flies?" Alison asked her.

Lydia nodded. "Exactly like the sound of flies."

Emily frowned tilting her head to the side.

"Wait, I know that look." Stiles pointed at her. "That's an I've heard about flies coming out of people's bodies before kind of look."

Emily shook her head. "It reminds me of something but I'm not sure…" She trailed off. "I'm going to check my records." She kissed Stiles. "Try not to get killed while I'm gone." She smiled at him and sped off.

Immortal

Lydia and Stiles hung out in his room looking at his murder board when Emily walked in carrying a thick dusty book.

"Okay so the whole fly thing has been nagging at me. Now I remember this one time there was this demon, who was controlling people by turning them into zombies. Well not zombies exactly he'd seek out the dying someone with terminal cancer or whatever you get the picture and then he would insert a fly into the ear or mouth and they would be under his control. This could explain the flies but we'd have known if there was a demon about because I'd be able to smell him as would the wolves." Emily dumped the book on the bed. "In other words I got nothing." She shook her head and sat down next to Lydia.

Stiles nodded. "We've drawn a blank too."

"But Stiles did pull the fire alarm to evacuate the school." Lydia told Emily.

"And I got detention all week for it." Stiles looked at his murder board. "It's okay though, we were on to something." Stiles shook his head.

Lydia sighed. "Even though we couldn't find any proof of Barrow being there."

Stiles turned around. "Hey Lydia, you've been right about everything so far."

"Don't doubt how awesome you are." Emily added.

Lydia shook her head. "No scent. No bomb. And I got you in trouble."

Emily stood up. "No, Barrow was there. I've known werewolves and you wouldn't have felt his presence if he wasn't there."

Stiles nodded. "In fact we are going back to the school right now to prove it." He grabbed his jacket and keys.

Immortal

"Hey maybe we should put breaking and entering on our college applications." Stiles suggested as they move through the school. "Wait a minute. Where would mask a scent?" \

"Any where with a strong scent to mask it. Chemicals?" Emily suggested.

Stiles led the way into the chemistry lab and pushed open the chemical supply closet.

"That's supposed to be locked." Lydia whispered.

Stiles nodded. "Exactly. Notice anything else?"

"Well the chemical stench would certainly cover up that." Emily pointed to the floor where there was a small puddle of blood.

Stiles knelt down and found a staple gun kicked under the shelves. "He was here, performing very minor surgery on himself. You were right." He jumped up and turned to Lydia.

"Then why don't I feel good about this?" Lydia asked him fearfully.

Stiles shrugged. "Probably because he was here to kill somebody."

"Probably doesn't come into it. He was here to kill somebody." Emily stepped out of the closet.

Lydia followed her. "But who?"

Stiles stepped out of the cupboard last. "That's what we gotta figure out. We could spread out, start looking for anything." He whipped around scanning the classroom with his flashlight when it landed on the board. "Lydia, what are those?"

Lydia stepped over to the board. "Atomic numbers."

"Is it a formula?" Stiles asked her.

Lydia shook her head. "Not really. 19's potassium. The first two make potassium iodide." She picked up the chalk and wrote K next to the first number and I next to the second.

Stiles frowned. "Potassium is K?"

Lydia nodded. "From kalium, the scientific neo-Latin name." She explained.

Emily frowned. "What's radium?" Although she had a pretty good idea.

"R-A." Lydia wrote next to the numbers.

Stiles's eyes widened. "Kira."