Alpha Pact Part 2:

Stiles lead the way as the girl ran with him to try and get to the guidance counselor's office. If anyone could help them it would be her, an emissary who was completely involved with the alphas and would know about Jennifer. They opened the door to find a student already sitting there waiting for the woman in question. "Are you here for Morrell?" Stiles asked her, confused.

"No, I thought this was gym glass." She deadpanned as she looked at all of them. Stiles recognized her from being at the party with his friend, Heather.

Lydia rounded on her. "Sweetheart, we're not in the mood for funny." She looked shocked and glanced at her up and down, but Lydia wasn't in the mood right now. They were very short on time and didn't have the time to have witty banter especially when 3 of their parents could be getting ready to be sacrificed. "Do you know where she is?"

"If I did, I wouldn't be waiting here for 20 minutes!" She said exasperated. She pointed to the door that they came in. "So how about you three back out the door and wait your turn?"

Bex glanced at the calendar on the desk. "We're not here for a session." She informed the girl as she checked to see if she had any other appointments that she made but nothing was showing.

She scoffed. "Well, I am and I've got some serious issues to work on."

"Trust me, honey, you don't know the meaning of issues, yet." Bex told her, absentmindedly and Lydia nudged her, but she was right. If she had the kind of lives that they did, she'd probably be in here a lot more often than she was now. Thinking of it, Bex knew she could probably benefit from another session or two.

"Hey, wait, wait. You're Danielle. You're Heather's best friend." Stiles realized.

She looked down at the mention of her dead companion. "I was Heather's best friend. We've been working on that issue three times a week." She motioned to the desk where the guidance counselor usually sat.

"Hold on, did you say that Ms. Morrell's twenty minutes late?" Lydia questioned, that didn't seem like her.

She nodded in confirmation. "And I don't know why either, she's always on time."

That wasn't good for her to not show up after always being there on time. "I was seeing her at the beginning of the semester. She was never late." Lydia agreed looking over at Stiles.

"Than she's not late, she's missing." Stiles nodded.

Bex sighed. Their only lead was gone and it was probably for a reason. "Maybe this means that she does know something if she was taken, maybe someone else is looking for her as well." Bex thought aloud to both of her friend.

Stiles looked over at the file drawers where she kept her things. "Then I want to know what she knows." He told them as he bent down opening the drawers. Bex followed to help him. He didn't care about the looking at private property right now, if this would help them find his father and Scott's mother, he didn't care, but apparently the others did.

Danielle spoke up as he started to rifle through the files. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to find her."

"Those files are private." She pointedly informed them but they didn't really pay any attention to her.

Lydia had to agree with that. It wasn't right to look through. "Yeah she's kind of right."

He held out a folder for her. "That one's yours."

"Let me see that." She immediately said. She started to look through hers as Bex glanced over at hers. She gasped. "What do you see?" Lydia and Stiles both asked as they glanced at her.

"She thinks that I'm passive aggressive, I am not passive aggressive." She defended herself. She put it back.

"Well, sweetie, you're not exactly a pacifist either." Lydia admitted to her but let it go after seeing the look that her friend shot her and continued to go through her own file.

Stiles stopped as he looked over at what she was going through. Danielle got up to glance over at her shoulder looking at her drawings. He stopped her as he saw soothing familiar. "Wait, Lydia, that's your drawing."

"Yeah, I know it's tree." She shrugged. It wasn't a big deal. She started to draw it automatically but she didn't do other things like she knew Bex did/

Danielle looked impressed at the skills. "Yeah, good too."

Lydia smiled. "Thank you."

The werewolf walked over to her with Stiles. "No. I think he means that this is the exact same tree as the ones that you're always drawing." Bex explained to her. "You're always drawing them in class."

"It's a tree. I like drawing trees." She defended herself.

Stiles went over flipping through the folder, frustrated that she wasn't getting it. "No, but it's the exact same one. Don't you see?" He shoved his hand into her purse pulling out a notebook full of drawings of the exact same style of the tree. "There, you see?" Lydia looked shocked. She never drew these tree exactly on purpose, but her friends were right they were completely identical to each other, whether they were the same size or not.

"Okay, you can have my session. You've got bigger issues." Danielle realized as she grabbed her bag and left the others to their research.

"What is this?" Lydia asked wide-eyed at her own creation as Stiles kept flipping through the pages of the notebook.

Bex saw something and grabbed his hand. "Stop." His cheeks flushed slightly as she moved her hand and turned the notebook upside down. It was the nemeton that they talked about with Peter. If Jennifer would bring them anywhere, it would be there. She looked at both of her friends. "I think I know where they are. Stiles, the nemeton."

He looked at the page before smiling and nod. "You're amazing, Bex. You're a freaking genius." He praised her as they hurried out of the room. Lydia smirked giving her a look as they left the guidance counselor's office, quickly.

"It's a nemeton. That's where she's keeping them, it has to be." Stiles realized as he pulled Bex out with Lydia on his other side. They stopped as they heard the FBI agent from the previous night calling his name. He turned to the girls. "Ugh. Alright, go to Derek, okay? He and Peter, they've been there before. So they'll know where it is. Tell them it's in the root cellar, don't forget that. They'll know."

Lydia nodded in agreement. "Are you sure that you don't want me to stay?" Bex asked as she glanced over at the man in his suit.

He sighed. "I'm sure. I'll see you soon, just tell Derek that. We can find them from there." She nodded as he let her go. He watched both of his friends walk away before walking towards what would surely be an interrogation.

xxxxx

Bex impatiently jumped out of the car as they got to Derek's building. "Why can't he be like any other normal person and have a place in town?" She complained. It wasn't that long of a drive but a traffic accident had held them up.

Lydia and her climbed the stairs into the building as they walked to the elevator. "So, that was some kiss." Lydia noted innocently though she had a hint of a smirk hiding under her calm demeanor. Bex looked down as she pressed the button for the elevator, her cheeks color getting redder. "You seemed really into it, even as much as Stiles was."

"I did what I could. I know how bad his panic attacks can be, Lydia." Her friend rolled her eyes at her giving her a look. She was practically the expert in relationships. She couldn't hide anything from her. "Look, I was helping him out. He was freaking out, I helped him to stop freaking out. That's all there is to it, right now."

She scoffed. "So are you telling me, you didn't do to make a certain alpha jealous?"

Bex ran a hand through her hair as they got onto the elevator. "No, why should I? Why would I hurry to take a chance on someone who doesn't notice me, doesn't look at me twice, but when a Darach killing English teacher comes into the mix, it's automatically time to roll around in the sheets with her. Even if she wasn't a Darach, I'm not going to do that, Lydia. I'm sick of being second...all of the time. I can't spend time running after someone who won't run after me, you know?" She asked her friend, spilling all of her thoughts, accidentally. She looked at the floor.

Lydia linked arms with her. "I know, sweetie." She admitted. Her friend did deserve more than having to be overlooked, especially by her own boyfriend. She had gone through that firsthand with Jackson. She knew how it felt.

"Besides, I kissed Stiles in the moment, to help him. I wasn't even thinking about anyone else."

Lydia smirked. "So you admit, you were only thinking about Stiles?" She asked with a laugh. Bex rolled her eyes. "Right, when you can admit that you felt nothing from that kiss, I'll leave you alone."

The elevator arrived at their level right on time and Bex hurried to knock on the door. Sadly, it was her least favorite Hale that opened the door. Peter. She felt Lydia automatically stiffen at the sight of the man who tortured her dreams just so she would bring him back. "You." She said barely a whisper.

"Me."

"You."

Peter had the good decency to look ashamed at his actions. "Me." He looked down before glancing back up at her, taking a deep breath. "Derek, we have a visitor."

He led them towards the alpha who was caring over his sister. "Does this mean I can kill him?" She asked Lydia in a pleading tone as they entered the huge loft. She could practically see Peter's scowl though his back was turned to them.

Lydia still looked as nervous, but composed herself. "I'll let you know if I need your services."

"What's going on?" Derek asked looking up at the two, worried. There couldn't possibly had been something worst that had happened before he could even cure Cora.

Lydia shared a look with Bex before the latter explained their visit. "Okay, we figured out where they might be. The nemeton. She took them there, at least that's what we think. We're pretty sure." Peter and Derek both poked their heads up at that. "We need to find out where it is, so that we can get to them."

Peter sighed. "We don't know where it is."

Bex sighed sitting down, there always seemed to be something stopping them from getting what they needed. "You don't know where it is? But Stiles' said you've been there and Bex too." Lydia reminded him.

"We have, but after a few memorable experiences there, Talia -Derek's mother, my older sister- decided that she didn't ever want us coming back. She knew how dangerous it was and took the memory of it's location from us." He revealed. He could practically feel his sister's claws in the back of his neck again.

"But then how are we supposed to find it?" Lydia questioned. Peter sighed.

"I don't know." He admitted. The girls shared a look between them. This news wasn't giving them any hope.

"I'll call Stiles." Lydia sighed as she moved over to the side.

Bex sat down on the other side of Cora as she grabbed her hand. "How is she?" She asked Derek, just as concerned. Cora didn't deserve to die for this. She just caught in the middle, like all of the people who get wounded or hurt. It wasn't their war.

He glanced at her. "Not getting any better." He sighed rubbing his sister's hand. He just got her back, he couldn't lose her now. She was one of the only family members that he had left. He couldn't let her down, no matter what the cost was.

"She will, Derek. You'll figure something out. Besides Cora is probably like all the Hales, your family cheats death, like, a lot." She gave him a weak smile, that he returned with a weak laugh, before glancing over at his sister, concerned. She looked over at Lydia who was on the phone with Stiles. She saw her looking worried as she walked towards the door.

"Go." She looked back at him. He nodded towards the door. He knew that Stiles and the others would need her and she couldn't do anything to help here. "Thanks for coming, Bex, really." She took a deep breath and nodded, before leaving the alpha to his loved one, like she needed to help hers.

xxxxx

Allison, Isaac, Lydia, Bex and Stiles all stood around the table in the vet's office discussing where the parents could be. "It has to be on a telluric current or maybe even on the axis of two or where they all intersect. I just know where Derek took Paige to die." Stiles was explaining to Deaton. He was surprised to say the least when he picked him up from the school, but went along with it.

"My dad and Gerard went there one, but Gerard said it was years ago and he couldn't remember where," Allison told them leaning on the table. "And my dad obviously isn't here to tell us now."

"Yeah mine either." Stiles said. Bex grabbed his hand, trying to give him a sign of comfort.

Isaac stiffened looking at them, but didn't say anything. "Then how do we find this place?" He asked. They all looked towards the trained emissary.

"There might be a way, but it's dangerous." He looked at the teenagers, who had already been through a lot and now he had to tell them how much more they would have to go through. "We going to need, Scott."

Stiles tensed besides Bex. "Let's go." She said shocking all of them. She grabbed Stiles' arm wheeling him towards the exit, where Deaton already was. "Lydia, hold down the fort and call me if you get any feelings or start drawing more trees." She already pulled out her phone, calling Scott, hoping that he wouldn't be that far away.

Luckily, he wasn't. Deaton filled them in on the way there. They met at a neutral place in the woods. He nodded walking towards them as they stood in front of Stiles' jeep. "How'd you guys find out?" He glanced over at his friends and mentor.

"Lydia. You?" Stiles told him.

"Morrell. None of the other alphas know where it is either."

"Scott, if this works, are you going to tell the alphas, what we found out?" Bex asked her friend. It hurt to see him go off, especially with someone who was as dangerous as Deucalion but she understood why he did it. She would've done the same thing.

He looked over at her. "I can't face Jennifer with them."

Deaton looked between all of them. "How about we concentrate on finding your parents first?"

"What's the plan?"

He nodded. "Essentially, you, Allison and Stiles need to be surrogate sacrifices for your parents." He explained.

Scott looked surprised. "We die for them?"

Stiles nodded. "But he can bring us back. You can...you can bring us back right?" Stiles asked, making sure.

He looked over at him. "You remember the part where I said it was dangerous? If it goes right, the three of you will be dead for a few seconds, but there's something else you need to think about." He looked at them seriously. "This is a dangerous thing for more reasons than one. You'll be giving power back to the nemeton, a place that hasn't had power for a long time, this kind of power is like a magnet. It attracts the supernatural, the kind of things, that a family like the Argents can fill the pages of a bestiary with. It will draw them here, like a Beacon."

"Doesn't sound any worst than anything we've already seen." Stiles said nonchalantly.

Bex wasn't as sure though. "Stiles, I have feeling there's a lot more out there that we haven't seen." She admitted and Deaton nodded in agreement. The thought scares her as well as ignites her curiosity.

"Is that it?" Scott asked him.

He looked upset that he had to tell them more bad news. "No. It'll also have an effect on the three of you, you won't be able to see it, but you'll feel it every day for the rest of your lives. It'll be a kind of a darkness around your heart and permanent, like a scar."

"Like a tattoo." Scott looked up. He swallowed hard, but nodded. He would do anything to get his mom back.

xxxxx

While Allison, Scott and Stiles went to get personal affects from their parents, the others helped the veterinarian set up the ice baths that they would have to get into. Lydia and Bex were pouring the last bags of ice as they walked in. "Alright." Deaton looked up at them. "What did you bring?"

Stiles held up a police badge. "Um I got my dad's badge. Jennifer crushed it in her hands, so I tried hammering it out a bit. Still doesn't look great."

"Well, it doens't need to look good if it has meaning." Deaton told him encouragingly.

Isaac looked over at what Allison was holding. "Is that an actual silver bullet?"

"My dad made it. It's kind of a ceremonial thing. When one of us finishes learning all of the skills to be a hunter, we forger a silver bullet as a testament to the code." She smiled weakly in memory of when her father did it with her.

"Scott." Deaton looked at him.

He sighed holding out his mother's watch. "My dad got my mom this watch when she first got hired at the hospital. She used to say it was the only thing in their marriage that ever worked." He remembered. His two best friends glanced at each other for a moment before looking away.

"Okay, the three of you will get in," He motioned to the baths. "Three of us will hold you down, until your essentially, well, dead. But it's not just someone to hold you under. It needs to be someone who can pull you back, someone that has a strong connection to you, a kind of emotional tether."

Bex glanced between both of her best friends. "Bex, you go with Stiles." Deaton told her, as though he sensed her conflict. She looked surprised but nodded, and Lydia shot her a knowing look that she ignored.

Lydia moved to go with Allison but a look from Deaton told her that she wasn't supposed to be with her. "Are you sure? I mean, Scott and I both have to under." Allison told the vet, confused. If Lydia wouldn't hold her down, than who would. There was a overwhelming feeling of surprise when they realized that Isaac would hold Allison under.

Bex couldn't' look at them. No matter how little time they spent together, how much they avoided each other. She still loved Isaac, but she knew that he probably didn't anymore. Stiles looked guilty that he couldn't do anything to make her feel better or Scott.

Scott almost looked betrayed that one of his friends and ex-girlfriend, someone he still loved had a connection that was enough to pull her back, but shook it off. He couldn't do this right now. They had to concentrate on getting their parents back. "It's okay." He said hoarsely before moving past him.

Allison, Stiles and Scott all stripped down until they were in only a few articles of clothing. Stiles looked behind him and was relieved to see Bex. She gave him an encouraging smile and nodded. If anyone could do this it was him. They slowly got in, immersing their bodies in very slowly as it was freezing cold. By the time they were sitting in the baths, they were shaking.

Stiles remembered the words that Bex said to him, as they rode to get to Scott, after hearing what Deaton said. "I don't know. I have to do this but I don't know if I can survive that Bex, I mean. I'm not strong or a wolf or anything special." He admitted his fears to his best friend as they waited in the car for Scott to show. Deaton waited outside. She scoffed punching his arm. "Ow!"

"You're supposed to be the smart one," She reminded him. Seriously, she took his hand. "Stiles, you don't need to be a werewolf, or kanima or whatever to be strong. You're the strongest person I know. You're the most amazing person in this town, just as you are, human. Don't forget that, ever. I believe that and so does, Scott. If anyone can get through this, it's you." She promised him.

He glanced back at her sitting all the way into the water. "B-By the way, uh, if I don't m-make it back and you do," Stiles began while his teeth chattered as he looked over at Scott. "Y-you should probably know something. Y-Your dad's in town." He admitted. Scott looked shocked but said nothing.

Isaac, Bex and Deaton all prepared to push them down. Bex's hands were shaking slightly, but she got a grip on Stiles' shoulders and with a strong push, he went down under the freezing cold water. The air went silent was they were under, it was as if time itself had stood still, as they moved together. She heard his shallow breathing, slowing down and then. Nothing.