I look up at Deaton. "I've been doing a lot thinking and I don't want my powers anymore."

Deaton drops a vial of dried herbs on the floor in shock. "But why?"

I quickly grab my bag. "You can't tell anyone, but I really don't want any sort of power. It... it makes me feel weak."

Fighting the bubbling emotion and the balloon that seems to be blowing up in my stomach and bursting at the same time, burst into tears and pour out everything I saw in the future to Deaton.

"Well," he says rubbing his hands together, "I can see why you don't want your powers now."

I look up at him, my eyes still brimming with tears. "Will you help me?"

He runs his finger over the dusty spins of the books on the shelf then settles on one. "I only know one thing strong enough to take away all powers completely, and it happens to be in the possession of one Peter Hale."

...

"So tell me again. I'm alittle hazy on the details." I ruffle through their teabags in the pantry, something that had a name I could actually read.

"Fine," Kate sighed over a paperback novel. "We get Scott to bring Derek back to Beacon Hills, where he will open the safe which Peter can no longer enter since Derek locked him out after the whole, shoving-a-pipe-in-Mr.-Argent fiasco. And then we run off into the Mexican Desert, never to be seen again."

Grabbing the mug shaped like R2D2, I switch the kettle on. "I mean, yeah, it's a good plan over all, but have you worked out the specifics? Also where is the milk?"

"Peter's gone out to get some. In the meantime don't worry that pretty head of yours."

I try to shrug casually and almost dislocate my shoulder. Freaking out right because I have 30 seconds until the kettle boils and I'm yet to see a... uhm what did Deaton call it? A tri-skeleton box. Or something like that.

Then I see the wooden box with three swirly things engraved on the lid...In the fridge.

Okay. I shouldn't judge, I think shoving the box in my messenger bag, I did hide my birthday money in with the spare tire for two years.

Leaning on the counter, waiting for the tea to brew, I ask, "What are we going to do about Lydia? Telling the future and all. Won't she figure out what we're doing?"

Kate frowns. "Wow, I totally forgot about her." She shrugs, reburying her nose into New Moon. "Peter must have worked it out." Turning the page, she laughs aloud, "You should read this. It's hilarious!"