Bruce Smith

With one arm wrapped around Jo's waist, Derek opened the loft door. Loud noises appeared making the psychic wince. Peter appeared, completely out of nowhere, with Isaac next to him. The two werewolves stared at the alpha's mate.

"Miss me?" Jo guessed a smile on the edge of her lips.

Derek moved Jo towards the couch gently putting her down before rushing to the kitchen for water. The werewolves followed to the living room still staring.

"Are you okay?" Isaac asked.

"What with the leather?" Peter questioned looking at her wrist.

Jo narrowed her eyes at the ex-alpha. "Of course that would be the first question you ask."

Derek handed Jo a glass of water and Jo drunk the entire thing in one gulp. Panting, she handed it back to her boyfriend.

"We have bigger problems than why I'm shackled," Jo announced. "Who is looking for Jackson and Boyd?"

"Scott," Isaac answered for his alpha. "And Chris."

Jo looked at the two betas. "Erica?"

"Asleep," Derek explained. "She is out for a couple of days." Jo narrowed her eyes. "I'll explain later."

"Well," Jo said, "since I'm home again are you two going to go look them?"

Isaac and Derek shared a look. "We didn't plan too."

"Go." Jo pushed Derek slightly. "They need help more than I do. Besides I have Peter."

Derek glanced at Peter then back at his girlfriend. "That is reassuring."

"Derek you need to go make sure they don't kill anyone," Jo said. "Go."

With one last look at Jo, Derek nodded his head at Isaac and the two left. Leaving the ex-alpha and the psychic together. Jo reached up to brush a piece of hair she noticed her hand was still banded together with the leather. She held her hands up to Peter.

"A little help?" Jo asked.

Placing one hand on either side of the leather Peter ripped it. Jo rubbed her wrist thanking the older man.

"They really didn't want you to get a vision," Peter announced as he then ripped off the leather from her ankles.

Jo nodded her head. "It was weird they didn't hit me or anything. They just asked me questions over and over again and had leather on me."

"What kind of questions?" Peter wondered.

"All they wanted to know was where—" Jo started to say as she was pulled into a vision.

Jo was in a basement that was turned into a wine cellar. The wine was on selves all around her. She looked around. A young teenage girl leaned against a pillar smiling softly at something. A window behind her was open letting in a breeze. The girl looked familiar. Jo could have sworn she had play dates with her, the girl, and Stiles. Heather…maybe the name was.

A wine bottle fell. Heather turned around fast. Another wine bottle fell. Heather jumped.

"Hello?" Heather called out. "Stiles? Is anyone there?"

Heather was yanked into the air and pulled out of the window.

Jo was now in a tent with a girl. A little bit older than Jo, the woman had dark brown hair and a sweater on. She didn't look over at Jo but at the tent's doors.

"Are you coming to Em?" The woman sitting next to Jo shouted.

"There is a snake out here the size of a train, Caitlin," Em replied out of the tent.

"Kick it," Caitlin said smiling.

"If I kick it, it will swallow my foot." The woman outside the tent exclaimed.

Caitlin laughed. "Then jump over it."

A woman jumped into the tent laughing. She landed on Caitlin her long black hair in a ponytail.

"Nice touch." The woman on Caitlin's lap said motioning to the candles all around the tent. "That a mood killer though." A bug appeared on the sleeping bag. Caitlin hit the bug making it disappear.

"Better?" Caitlin wondered.

The other woman nodded her head. Another bug appeared. The woman with black hair stood up. "I can't. I can't be in here." She got out of the tent and disappeared.

Jo started to pant as she was pulled out of her visions. She looked up at Peter who was standing over her staring.

"How long was I out?" Jo asked breathing heavily.

"Fifteen minutes," Peter said shrugging. "I haven't seen someone have a vision in years."

Imari. Jo's mom was the last person Peter saw have a vision. Pain appeared in Peter's eyes as he looked away from Jo. There was something there deep down and today wasn't the day Jo was going to ask and bug about it.

Jo let out a yawn. "I don't know about you but being kidnapped and saved makes me kind of tired. I'm going to bed."

Peter nodded his head.

Jo, rubbing her wrist, walked towards the stairs. She looked at Peter one last time before going to bed.

A man and a woman sat in café shop. The woman was dressed in jeans and a sweater. Black circle glasses were on the woman's face that stared down a frown on her face. The man who sat across from her wore a blue polo shirt and slacks. The man didn't pay any attention to her but stared at Mr. Smith who happened to be across to the café shop.

"My coffee is cold." The woman complained. The woman looked around to make sure no one was staring at her. She then stuck out her index finger red sparks coming out of it heating up the drink.

"Must you do that in front of all of the humans, Dawn?" The man asked glaring at the woman across him.

"Somehow it is more normal than you staring, Harry." Dawn hissed before taking a drink of her coffee. "Mmm better."

Harry rolled his eyes taking a bite of the cookie that he brought from the café shop.

Dawn placed her drink down. "Is it happening soon?"

"What time is it?" Harry answered her question without another question.

Dawn looked down at her watch. "8:42."

"Watch."

Dawn slowly turned around and stared at Mr. Smith. The phone on Mr. Smith's table let out a soft buzz. Mr. Smith picked it up and stared at the message that popped up.

"He just got a text from Deaton. Jo is back at the house." Harry explained.

Mr. Smith tossed his phone in his pocket and forgetting his drink on the table.

Dawn turned back to Harry. "I love it when a place comes together." Dawn raised her cup as Harry clicked it against his cookie.

"What is next?" Dawn wondered taking a sip of her drink.

"We have to get Deucalion and Jo on the same team," Harry explained tossing the cookie in his mouth.

Jo walked into the living room sitting on the loveseat next to Derek. Stiles and Scott were on the couch. The rest of the pack was gone. Even Peter for once wasn't there. It was just a quiet Saturday afternoon. Jo seemed to be enjoying it. Catching up with her best friends and having Derek have sarcastic remarks every now and then. It was nice. A nice quiet Saturday afternoon. But nothing truly last long. Derek was enjoying it for sure. Deep down. But his face wasn't showing it.

"And now we have a new teacher. She..she something else." Stiles and Scott shared a look.

"What do you mean something else?" Jo wondered. "Is she a kanima? Because I don't know if I can do another one of those."

Stiles chuckled. "No, her name is Blake. Ms. Blake teaches English."

"Derek saved her when Boyd and Jackson ran around time trying to kill people," Scott added.

"Her name is Jennifer Blake." Derek agreed nodding his head.

Creek.

Derek looked over at the door hearing a creek. The elevator going up. But no one else was coming over today. Isaac was staying at Boyd's. Erica was having a family day. Peter out shopping. No one else should have been coming over. Footsteps appeared coming towards the door. Footsteps that he had never heard before and didn't recognize.

Knocking appeared at the door. All heads shot up looking over at the door now, human and creatures. Without anyone calling out the door opened. A tall white man appeared. Dark black hair and blue eyes stared at the group of teenagers and adult. He wore a suit, black. A man looked to be around Peter's age maybe a little bit older.

Stiles and Scott's mouth dropped looking at the older man. Stiles started to hit Scott's arm.

"Dude, do you see him too?" Stiles whispered.

"Yes, Stiles," Scott mumbled.

They must have recognized the man. Derek, on the other hand, had no clue who the white man could be.

"Are you going to introduce me to your friend?" The man spoke up staring directly at Jo and glanced at Derek briefly.

Derek turned to look at Jo. Jo's hand that was on armrest was now in a fist her jaw tightens. Her blue eye narrowed at the man. He could smell the anger and hatred coming from his girlfriend.

"Derek," Jo announced her voice shaking as she crossed her arms, "meet Bruce Smith my father."