Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf. SEASON THREE B YAY! Sorry if I made anypne cried for the last like four chapters. Season 3 B won't all be in Hope's Point of view. Just know that now. Anya and Peter are evil. Read and Review.

Anchors:When it's ajar

Hope and Stiles walked to Coach's class. She didn't want to go and it took everything in her power not to ditch Coach's boring class. Everyone was already sitting down. Hope and Stiles sat next to each other in the second row and no one they remember being in that class was there. Coach walked in the room.

"Hey Coach." Hope greeted. "I thought I was in wrong class for a second."

Coach started to do sign language.

"I don't know sign language." Stiles said. "I didn't even knew you knew sign language or that it was even an elective here."

"Well this has been good, I'm probably going to uh head out now, Stiles." Hope replied as she got up and Stiles. THey turned around and looked at everyone doing sign language. there was a loud high pitch noise and Hope dropped her book as she cover her ears.

Hope sat up fast as she heard Coach blowing the whistle. Her brother did the same.

"Stilinski!" Coach yelled.

"Uh-huh?" Hope and Stiles replied at the same time.

"I asked you two a question." Coach said.

"Sorry Coach." Hope apologized.

"What was it?" Stiles asked.

"It was Stilinski, are you two paying attention back there?'" Coach repeated as the class laughed a little.

"Oh, well we are now." Hope replied.

"Stilinski stop reminding me why I drink...every night. Does anybody else want to try the question on the board?" Coach asked as he moved on from the twins. Hope and Stiles look at Scott who was sitting in front of them with a worried look on their face.

"It's okay. We just fell asleep for a second I guess." Hope said.

"That's the thing. You two weren't asleep." Scott replied as he pointing his fingers to their notebooks in front of them. Hope looked down and saw she was writing, 'WAKE UP', different ways all over her paper.

The group sat outside at a table eating lunch. That is everyone but Hope ate lunch. It was Isaac then Allison and Lydia on one side of the bench. And then Scott, Hope, and Stiles on the other side of the bench.

"What happens to a person who has a near-death experience and comes out seeing things?" Scott asked.

"And thinks their pregnant with their ex's and see kids?" Hope wondered.

"And is unable to tell what's real or not?" Stiles added.

"And is being haunted by a demonic visions of dead relatives." Allison asked.

"They're all locked up because they're insane." Isaac spoke up.

Hope glared at Isaac and said, "ha. Can you least try to be helpful, please?"

"For half my childhood I was locked in a freezer. So being helpful is kind of a new thing for me." Isaac replied.

"Dude, are you still milking that?" Stiles snapped.

"Yeah, I'm still milking that." Isaac said.

"Hi, sorry." A person spoke up as they walked up to the table. Kira from history class. "sorry. I couldn't help overhearing what you guys were talking about. And I think I actually might know what you're talking about. There's a Tibetan word for it. It's called "Bardo." It literally means "in-between state." The state between life and death."

"And what do they call you?" Lydia asked.

"Kira." Scott spoke up. "She's in our history class.

"So are you talking Bardo in Tibetan Buddhism or Indian?" Hope asked as Stiles stood up so Kira could sit down...next to Scott.

"Either, I guess. But all the stuff you guys were just saying? All that happens in Bardo. There are different progressive states where you can have hallucinations. Some you see, some you just hear. And you can be visited by peaceful and wrathful deities." Kira explained.

"Wrathful deities? And what are those?" Issac asked.

"Like demons." Hope spoke up.

"Demons. Why not." Stiles mumbled.

"Hold on, if there are different progressives states, then what's the last one?" Allison asked.

"Death you die." Kira said.

"This just gets better and better doesn't it." Hope mumbled with a grin on her face.

It was dark and Hope was at the vet...again. It seem like she was always there. Hope stood in a room with Scott and Stiles. Stiles and Hope were trying to explain what they say with Coach and the sign languaging.

"It sounds like your subconscious is trying to communicate with you." Deaton said.

"Well, how do I tell my subconscious to use a language that I actually know?" Stiles asked.

"Do you two remember what signs langauge looked like? The placement and movement of the hands?" Deaton asked.

"You know sign language?" Scott guessed.

"I know a little. Let me give it a shot." Deaton said.

"Okay the first." Stiles said as he moved his hands.

"That's 'when'." Deaton said.

"Then it was this, twice." Stiles replied.

"That's 'door'."

"And this in between it." Stiles finished.

"That's it?"

"Yeah."

"'When is a door not a door?" Deaton explained.

"When it's ajar." Hope spoke up. "Our subconscious wants to tell us a riddle. Are you kidding me?"

"Not necessarily. When the four of you went under the water, when you crossed from unconsciousness to a kind of super-consciousness You essentially opened a door in your minds." Deaton explained.

"So what does that mean? The door's still open?" Scott wondered.

"Ajar." Deaton agreed.

"A door into our minds?" Hope asked.

"I did tell you it was risky." Deaton replied.

"What do we do about it?" Hope asked.
"Well, that's difficult to answer." Deaton said.

"Oh no," Stiles groaned, "i know that look. That's the 'we know exactly what's wrong with you', 'but we have no idea how to fix it' look."

"One thing I do know is that having an opening like that into your mind, it's not good. You each need to close that door. And you need to do it as soon as possible." Deaton said as the door opened. John walked into the room.
"Dad what are you doing here?" Hope asked.

"I'm here because I could use some help. Actually your help." John explained looking at Scott.

"Why me?" Scott asked.

"Why not us?" Hope teased talking about her and her brother.

"Because eight years ago, almost an entire family died in a car accident. One of the bodies, a young girl named Malia, was never found. There's enough evidence to have me thinking that That a werewolf could have caused the accident, and then dragged her body away. If you could somehow get a lock on her scent if you could somehow help me find her body, it might provide the missing clue." John explained.

"But what if it was a werewolf?" Stiles asked.

"Well there's somebody out there who murdered an entire family and someone needs to be caught." John said.

It was a sunny Saturday. Of course Hope wasn't going to the mall with friends. Or going to the movies. No Hope wasn't going to do any of the normal teenage things, she was trying to help figure out a murder that has to do with werewolves. Yeppy. As John talked to Mr. Tate Hope, Stiles, and Scott snuck the back way. They walked up the stairs quietly and snuck into a pink room.

Must of been Malia's room.

Ewe pink. Run away run away.

What's wrong with pink?

I don't like it. The person who killed me wore pink. I don't like it.

It was a small girly room. Hope hated it. She had no clue but she could like feel something evil living in this old room.

"All I'm getting is some animal smell." Scott whispered as he looked back at the twins.

"What kind of animal?" Stiles wondered. There was a low growl. The teenagers turned around and saw a big dog. "Hi puppy. Get rid of it."

"Me?" Scott asked.

"Yes you. Glow your eyes at it, something, be the alpha." Stiles snapped. The dog started growling at the teenagers and barking.

"I can't. I don't have control it." Scott whispered. "Nice puppy."

"Useless alpha." Hope mumbled as she looked into the dog's eyes. The dog turned to Hope and they're eyes ment. Hope's eyes turned bright red as he fangs came out. She growled deeply. The puppy whined and ran away. Hope turned to face her brother and friend as a normal human.

"How did you do that?" Scott asked in awe.

Hope shrugged. "Easy I just looked at him and growled." Hope picked up a doll and tossed it at Scott. "Try that."

Scott sniffed it. "Nothing sorry."

Hope walked over to the window and opened it. She climb out of the window and did and front flip. Luckily she landed on her feet. She turned to Scott and Stiles who were still in the house and had their mouths wide opened.

"You coming?" Hope whispered.

"We'll take the stairs and sneak out the back." Scott said.

The teenagers stood a couple miles away from 's house with John. John stood in front of his car as the teenagers stood in front of the Jeep. They were going to trade the information the teenagers got. But…..there was not information to trade so…

"What did you get?' John asked.

"I'm sorry. I tried as hard as U could. If it wasn't so long ago, I might have been able to do it." Scott said.

"It's okay. It was a long shot. In fact, it was a pretty terrible idea. I think I just ripped a wound open in that poor man. I never should have brought you guys here. I don't know what I was thinking. Thanks for trying, all right?"John replied and then turned to his kids. "See you at home." John got in his car and speed off.

"Aren't there a lot of cases that go unsolved?" Scott asked.

"Yeah I just think is one he felt like he could've figured out right now." Stiles said.

"Why is it so important now?" Scott wondered.

"He wants to be able to save one more while he's still Sheriff." Hope spoke up.
"What do you mean, 'still Sheriff'?" Scott exclaimed. The twins explained everything to him. How Scott's dad was basically getting JOhn fired because he wasn't solving enough cases. Just another reason why Agent McCall sucks.

The three teenagers went out looking for a body. Well um not a body more like a werewolf. But it was still the middle of the night and it was dark and cold.

"You know what," Hope panted as the teenagers walked up a hill in the woods, "if my dad's right, that means there's another werewolf in town that we haven't met yet."

"I know." Scott said.

"If it turns out to be something like triplets that form like a three-head hound I'm seriously not up for that." Stiles added.

"Yeah me either." Scott agreed. "Especially if I can't even control my own transformation anymore."

There was a howling in the distance.

"Sorry buddy. I hate coyotes so much. They always sound like they're killing some bunny or something." Hope said and shuddered as she held the flashlight in her hands. The flashlight gave out. "Nope that it. I don't care if I can see in the dark but I'm not going to be in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night with a killer. Nope we're out of here. Not today Satan, not today!"

Stiles took the flashlights out of Hope's hand and hit it a couple of times. The light came back on. Light move the flashlight as they walked towards the car.

"I think we found it." Stiles said.

"Why wouldn't they move it? Isns't it evidence?" Scott asked.

"Probably too much of a pain in the butt to tow out. See those?" Hope said as she pointed to the claw marks. "Animal claw would be closer together right? A lot closer."

"Then it was werewolf." Scott agreed.

"So my dad was right." Stiles mumbled as there was a rustle.

"What was that?" Hope asked. Hope took a step away from the noise.

"I'm hungry." An electronic voice said in a creepy voice. Everyone screamed. The funny part was Stiles screamed the loudest and Hope ended up in Scott's arms.

"I think I just had a minor heart attack." Stiles said as he moved the flashlight to see a broken doll.

"I think I pee myself." Hope added as she got out of Scott's arm. There was a low growling noise. "Oh come on." The three teenagers turned to see and coyote with blue eyes staring at them.

"Malia?" Scott wondered. The coyote looked at Scott and then ran off.