Sam's eyes slowly opened as she heard a vibration by her head. Her phone was vibrating and charging on her pillow. She picked it up to see Scott's face on her screen.

She answered. "Hello?"

"Where the hell were you?", she heard him yell. Sam frowned. "First off, you're not my dad and second… I was just out for a while. I needed to clear my mind."

"You should've let us know. We were worried sick!", he replies.

"My bad, Scott. I'm fine. I promise.", she says. She, at least, didn't dream about that creep last night…

"We got Malia. Scotty went all alpha on us and changed her back to being a human.", she heard Stiles in the back.

"Holy shit! Scott, you were able to shift?", she grinned.

"Yeah, we both got improvements today.", Scott informed her.

"Improvements how?"

"Stiles can read again.", Scott said. Sam's heart skipped as she covered her mouth in disbelief. "Don't mess with me, Scott!"

"He's not! I can read again!", she hears Stiles in the back. She let out a relieved laugh, wiping her eyes. "I'm so glad, Sti. That's so good to hear."

"Well hurry up and come over so we can celebrate!", he yells through the speaker. She chuckled. "Alright, I'll be right over."

She hung up and saw a text from Derek.

Sorry, I'm not done with my vacation yet. Need to do some stuff. I'll be back, promise.

She smiled. At least he sent her a text. She got up and freshened up before getting out of the house. She was relieved to see her car in the driveway and got in, heading to the McCall house to celebrate.

Soon October came just as quick as September left and the best day was soon arriving.

Mischief Day.

Sam parked next to Stiles as he was already full of energy and bouncing toward her.

"Today's gonna be awesome. What's better than a pissed off Finstock?", Stiles grinned.

"Not much.", Sam says, gathering her things out of her car.

"My dad's working the late shift tomorrow, so how about we all dress up, go do some trick or treating and watch some Michael Myers at my place.", Stiles suggested.

"Trick or treating?" Sam looked at Stiles, raising a brow.

"Hell yeah! We're not too old for it.", he smiled.

"Yeah, but scary movies sound so much better than going out. Y'know? Get in the spirit of things. Something mundane.", Sam says.

"Something mundane would be like going out trick or treating. What about going to a Halloween party?", Stiles suggested.

"You get me a bag of candy and I'll consider it.", Sam bargains.

"Yes! Snickers or twix–", Stiles suddenly groaned, looking behind her. She turned around and saw Scott standing next to his motorcycle with Ethan and Aiden.

She sighed as Stiles stormed up to them and followed him.

"No, just to talk." Aiden shared to Scott.

"Ah, that's a change of pace for you guys. Usually you're just hurting, maiming, killing…", Stiles listed.

"You need a pack. We need an alpha.", Aiden stated.

"Yeah, absolutely not. That's hilarious though.", Stiles nodded.

"You came to us for help. We helped.", Ethan urged. Scott had informed her happened while she was missing.

"You beat his face into a bloody pulp.", Stiles reminded.

"The only time you "helped" us was when you were trying to tell Derek that he needed to skip town, but even then, it wasn't exactly helpful. You were stalling time.", Sam says.

"That's actually counterproductive.", Stiles argued.

"Why would I say yes?", Scott asked them.

"We could add strength, make you more powerful. There's no reason to say no."

"I can think of one. 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.", Isaac sneered, walking up to them, defensively. Aiden's jaw clenched as his eyes turned blue, letting out a warning growl.

"You wanna try?", he challenged.

"Alright, dammit.", Sam warned, reminding them this isn't the place. Isaac stepped forward and was ready to attack until Scott grabbed his arm and held him back.

"Yeah, sorry but they don't trust you. And neither do I.", Scott informed, walking past the twins, pulling Isaac away and taking Stiles and Sam.

The three of them walked into the school to see it busy with laughs and pranks. Silly string and toilet paper was being chucked through the air and half of the students were running wild.

The moment they walked through the doors, a roll of toilet paper came their way, hitting Stiles in the face while Scott and Sam ducked. "God, that's my face!", Stiles yelled.

"Take that shit somewhere else!", Sam shouted at an underclassman who carried rolls of tp.

He sighed and patted Scott on his chest. "Hey dude, good decision, buddy. Good alpha decision."

"I hope so.", Scott sighed as they walked to Stiles' locker.

"You know so.", Stiles said as they reached his locker.

"It's just a lot more respectful to earn your trust than trying to force it out of you simply because they need an alpha.", Sam tells Scott.

He wasn't even paying attention. She followed Scott's stare to see him looking at Kira at her locker. Stiles also caught his line of vision.

"What are you lookin' at?", Stiles asked with a smile.

"Me? You.", he quickly said, looking back at Stiles.

"You looking at her?", he asked.

"Her? Who her?", Scott nervously asked.

"Her, her, Scott. Kira.", Sam says, nodding at her.

"You like her?", Stiles asked.

"No," he answered quickly. Sam raised an eyebrow. "I mean, uh, yeah. Yeah. She's okay, she's new.", he says.

"She's new?", Sam repeated, smiling. That's all he could say?

"Ask her out!", Stiles encouraged as Kira closed her locker door and walked down the hall.

"Now?"

"How many chances do you get at love? Yes right now, Scott!", Sam encouraged.

"You're an alpha, okay? You're an apex predator. Everyone wants you, you know? You're like the hot girl that every guy wants!" Stiles explained.

"Don't give him a big head, now.", Sam joked as Isaac walked up, awkwardly.

"The hot girl?", Scott repeated. "You are the hottest girl.", Stiles gave him a pat on the shoulder and took off.

"What?", Isaac asked, confused.

"I'm the hot girl.", Scott's smile spread ear to ear as he nodded his head, pumping himself up.

"Yes you are.", Isaac agreed with a nod.

"That's our Stiles, filling your head with his weird pep talks.", Sam sighed, shaking her head and walking to class with a smile.

As usual, Finstocks' class was full of stifled laughter as they sat in their seats, trying to behave as they waited on Coach.

"Son of a bitch!", he heard outside in the halls.

Scott, Stiles, and Sam looked at each other and snickered as Finstock came storming into the class, totally pissed off.

"Mischief night! Devil's night! I don't care what you call it, you little punks are evil.", Coach sneered. Sam let out a quick sputter of laughter, covering up with a cough.

"You think it's funny, Wilson?", he challenged. Sam scratched her nose. "No, Coach.", she said, trying to hide her smile.

"You all think it's funny every Halloween my house gets egged? A man's house is supposed to be his castle." Scott couldn't hold his smile anymore and Coach slammed a hand down on Scott's desk, making him flinch.

"Mine's a freaking omelet!", Coach cried, turning his back to them. On the front of his desk sat a card in a yellow envelope next to a small box wrapped in red wrapping paper topped with a shiny blue bow. Finstock reluctantly picked it up and rolled his eyes. "Oh this? We're going to do this again?"

He held the gift up for the class to see. He dropped the gift to the ground. "I don't think so!"

Coach stomped it and smashed it to pieces. His eyes grew wide with realization as he saw what he destroyed. He picked up broken pieces of a ceramic mug and immediately went to open the card. "Happy birthday," He read aloud and opened the card, "love, Greenberg."

As Sam got out of her class, Stiles pulled her down the hallway, watching as multiple students were bustling in the halls.

"What the hell is going on?"

"I don't know, every cop from the surrounding three counties is here. I just saw my dad, something's wrong.", Stiles replied.

"If it's not one thing, it's another.", Sam muttered, following him as his dad came into view.

"Dad! Dad!", Stiles yelled, catching the Sheriff's attention. They jogged over to him.

"Kids, I don't have time.", he stressed. "What's going on?", his son asked, concerned. Sheriff looked around, "A very dangerous prisoner escaped and he was spotted nearby."

"What prisoner?", Sam asked as they followed him.

"William Barrow.", Sheriff sighed. Their eyes widened at the name. William Barrow, a crazed mass murdering man. He was known for walking onto a school bus full of kids with a shrapnel bomb strapped to himself. Four kids died and one had lost his legs.

"The William Barrow? The shrapnel bomber? He was spotted nearby?", Stiles cried, causing the Sheriff to stop in his tracks.

"A little closer than nearby, actually.", his dad whispered. They turned to see Mr. McCall as he walked past them with several officers. Stiles and Sam looked at each other with a knowing look. All this chaos happening, everyone running about… he was here.

"Dad, what's really going on?", Stiles asked his dad.

"He might be here. You two need to be careful. He escaped during surgery at the hospital so see if you can get Scott and Isaac to get a lead on anything. I've got to go, I'm sorry."

Stiles and Sam turned to each other as his dad walked away. Sam pulled Stiles. "We need to find Scott. Now." Stiles nodded as they took off in a run to find their best friend.

They were looking everywhere for Scott but couldn't find him. He wasn't answering his phone and they didn't see anyone who saw him.

As they passed up a hallway, she stopped, catching Scott's back pressed up against the wall of lockers right next to an English classroom. Stiles' caught her pause and they ran up to their friend.

"Scott.", Sam called, grabbing his attention.

"Where the hell have you been?", Stiles asked. Before Scott could respond, Lydia came jogging up to them. "The police are leaving! Why are they leaving?", she urged for an answer.

"The police?", Scott asked.

"You're obliviousness is gonna get you in trouble.", Sam says.

"They must have cleared the building grounds which means he's not here.", Stiles said, making Lydia sigh heavily.

"Who? What are you guys—", Scott started but Lydia cut him off.

"He has to be here! That sound—the buzzing I've been hearing—it's getting louder."

"How loud?"

"Like it's right on top of us.", she whimpered, looking up.

"We need to find my dad.", Stiles said.

"Someone tell me what's going on! Who's here?", Scott asked.

"William Barrow. Remember him? School bus bomber?", Sam asked.

"What?", he exclaimed with wide eyes. "My mom was supposed to do his operation!"

"He escaped during it and he's here. You try to go catch a blood scent we need to find his dad.", Sam says as they split their ways.

Scott went to find a blood scent and Isaac while Lydia, Stiles, and Sam ran outside. They caught the Sheriff just as he, Agent McCall, and a few other officers were going down the stairs.

"Dad! Dad!" Stiles called as they ran down the stairs in tow of the Sheriff.

"Yeah?" He continued to job down the stairs.

"Sheriff, wait." Sam begged.

"You can't leave yet.", Stiles said. Sheriff Stilinski stopped at the bottom of the stairs before turning around to them. "We got an eye witness that puts Barrow by the train station.", he told them.

"Let's go, Stilinski!", Agent McCall yelled.

"Would you give us a second!", Sam yelled. The Sheriff turned on his heel to walk away but Stiles stopped him.

"Lydia said that he's still here.", he cried and his dad's eyes widened.

"What? Did she see him?"

"Not exactly…" Sam grimaced. "But if we say she did, would you guys stay?", she asked.

"What do you mean not exactly? Did she see him?"

"No. Not at all, actually. But she has a feeling—a supernatural feeling." The Sheriff was more than confused with his son. He looked over to find Lydia standing against the outdoor lockers.

"But, Lydia wasn't on the chessboard!", Sheriff said, exasperated.

"Well, she is now.", Stiles clarified.

"Kanima?"

"Uh…Banshee."

"God, really?", Sheriff cried.

"We know! We know how it sounds, but it basically means she can sense when someone's close to death."

"Can she sense that I'm about to kill you?", Sheriff whispered harshly.

"You've got to believe us. She's been right every time before."

"I'm not saying I don't believe it, but right now, I'm going with eye witness over banshee." The Sheriff began walking away.

"Why would he be at a train station?", Sam asked, walking after him. "He targeted kids and now he's going to target the entire school!"

"We're leaving a few deputies here. The school's on lockdown till 3 o'clock. Nobody goes in, nobody goes out. Kids, that's the best I have right now. That's the best I can give you guys."

"Wha—leaving me here, no, that is the worst!", Stiles stuttered as his dad ran off to catch up with Agent McCall.

"Don't leave us!", Sam yelled and stopped as she sighed.

"We need a plan B.", Stiles said and Sam nodded in agreement.

Stiles and Lydia were checking the classrooms, the wolves were checking the basement, and Sam was checking the supply closets and the library.

She snuck to the basement after they checked and found nothing. Sam thought he'd be here. It'd make sense if he really wanted to hide.

She sent the text to a group message to Scott, Isaac, Ethan, and Aiden. Despite our recent differences, this involved them too.

Coming out of the library, she moved down the hall and checked each closet. There was nothing out of the ordinary. She moved down another empty hallway and just as she was about to open the custodial closet, the shrill ringing of the fire alarm blared throughout the school.

She quickly covered her ears to block out the sudden shrill noise. She rushed out of the room and spotted the group of six joining up together.

"Who pulled it?", Sam asked, rushing over to them.

"Me.", Stiles admitted.

"Figured. What do we do now? No one's here anymore.", Sam says.

"Does that mean everyone's safe?", Ethan asked.

"I don't know.", Lydia sadly answered. "I just…I don't know."

"No one's safe till he's back in custody.", Isaac said.

"We aren't exactly safe in the school at night either.", Sam said as she sat in the back seat of the Jeep. Lydia, Stiles, and Sam were on their way to the school because Stiles had a superstition as to where Barrow was hiding.

Stiles parked the jeep at the front of the school, and they went around to the side door that was always kept unlocked. They quietly walked themselves to the chemistry room.

"So, what are we looking for?", Lydia asked. Sam looked around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary in the chemistry room.

"I already checked in here, Harris always used to lock the closet and the new guy does it...too.", Stiles said as he easily opened the door. Sam's eyebrows furrowed. "Why was it unlocked?" It was never supposed to be unlocked.

"Yeah. Notice anything else?", Stiles asked.

"Besides chemicals? No.", Lydia answered. Stiles was using the flashlight on his phone as he searched through the shelves.

"Chemical smell." Sam thought back to Erica's dead body. "Ammonia.", she said as her eyes widened. "He masked his scent."

Lydia was right. Stiles looked at Sam as he crouched to the ground and nodded. He shined the flashlight on the floor to see pieces of broken glass, string, and drops of dark red blood.

"He was here. Performing very minor surgery on himself, but you were right."

"Why don't I feel good about this?", Lydia shifted her weight nervously.

"Something's not right. Why would he come to a busy school just to stitch up a wound?", Sam thought.

"He was probably here to kill somebody.", Stiles said.

"But who?", Sam asked.

"That's what we have to figure out.", Stiles said, getting up and walking out of the closet. We began walking into the chemistry room.

"He targeted a bus full of kids, Stiles. If he had the chance, he'd blow up the whole school. I doubt it's just one person he's after. Hence the term mass murderer.", Sam emphasized.

Lydia was staring at the board and Stiles was asking her what numbers on the board were.

"Atomic numbers.", she answered, walking closer. Stiles and Sam walked over to her to see three sets of numbers written vertically.

"Is it a formula?", he asked.

"Not really. 19's Potassium, 53's Iodine, and 88's Radium."

"The first two make potassium iodide…" Lydia picked up a piece of chalk and wrote the letter K next to 19.

"Potassium is K?", Stiles asked.

"From Kalium, the scientific neo-Latin name." Lydia said, dismissively. She wrote an 'I' next to 53 and continued on to radium.

"What's radium?" Stiles questioned.

"Ra?", Sam asked. Lydia slowly wrote Ra next to 88.

"Ra." She gasped, dropping the chalk onto the ground. They stared at the board in shock as they read what was on the board.

"Kira.", Stiles and Sam simultaneously whispered in shock. He was after Kira.

"He's still not answering.", Sam warned as Stiles drove crazy down the road.

Scott had a bad habit of not answering the phone for when it counts.

"I got it! Turn right!", Lydia directed as Sam tried his phone once more. Something was off. He's not answering his phone and Kira could be in danger. Both him and Kira could be in danger.

"Fourth house down on the right.", Lydia informed, making Stiles swerve again. Sam's eyes widened to see Scott's bike. "Look!", Sam says, pointing at it.

As they got closer to Kira's house, Stiles shifted the car into park and they all ran out of the jeep, seeing Scott knocked out on the pavement next to his bike.

"Scott!", Sam yelled, running over to him.

"Scott.", Sam shook as she crouched down to him. "Scott! Wake up!!"

She even checked for wounds. Nothing but a gash on his forehead.

Stiles ran over to them, shaking his best friend. "Scott, Scott, Scott!"

Scott's breathing became heavier, and his eyes began to flutter until they popped open. He gasped awake, looking around. Stiles and Sam gave him space and stood up.

"Barrow! He took Kira!", Scott yelled as he looked up at them.

"We know. He was after her the whole time.", Stiles said. Scott got off the ground and shoved his hand into his jacket pocket, pulling out his phone. His fingers dialed Isaac's number and eventually Isaac answered.

"Did you find anything?", he asked. They heard Isaac's muffled voice and Scott nodded. "All right, thanks." Scott hung up the phone looking defeated. "We have to think of something, he's going to kill her."

"I knew he was there. How did I know that?", Lydia asked.

"Okay, Lydia.", Sam says.

"What do you hear now?", Scott asked as Lydia concentrated on her hearing.

"Nothing." Her voice cracked. "I feel like I can do this, but I don't know what to do. It's—it's like it's on the tip of my tongue and I don't know how to trigger it.", she frowned. "I swear to God! It literally makes me want to scream." Scott, Stiles, and Sam looked at each other. Her screams were her warnings before someone was about to die.

Someone was gonna die.

"Okay then, scream. Lydia, scream.", Stiles ordered. And she did.

All three of them covered their ears to block out her shrill shrieks in the night air.

They all stared at Lydia's back as she finally went silent and looked up at the sky.

"It's not flies.", she said and quickly turned around, making Stiles flinch. "It's electricity.", she smiled in success.

"Wait a second…Barrow was an electrical engineer.", Stiles said.

"Where did he work?", Sam asked.

"Some electrical substation."

"Lydia, find the address, please. C'mon.", Sam said as they piled in the car.

Something wasn't right. Unless Barrow had some weird, sick twisted way of killing Kira or he was trying to prove something.

"What's wrong?", Lydia asked as she looked at her through the rearview mirror as they sped down the road.

"I'm getting this weird feeling. Barrow is twisted, but electrocution? The last time I've seen anyone use electrocution was on werewolves.", Sam said.

Scott looked at her. "But she didn't smell like one. In fact, her house would've smelled like it, considering I was just there."

"But why specifically her? I mean, he spelled out her name in elements.", Sam says.

"She has a point.", Lydia said. "She did know about Bardo. Maybe she knew too much."

"I wanna believe that she's innocent and maybe she is. But if she's not human, what is she?", Sam asked.

"Okay, wait here alright? Wait for the cops to come.", Stiles instructed Lydia as we finally arrived. Scott, Stiles, and Sam rushed out of the car, Stiles keeping a grip on his metal bat.

"Me? Wait, why?", Lydia asked.

"I've only got one bat.", Stiles said and ran off towards Scott.

"What about you?", Lydia asked her. Sam shrugged. "I'll be fine. You sit tight.", Sam said and caught up with the other two.

Scott was already ahead. Stiles and Sam ran towards the sound of struggling.

"No!", they heard Kira's voice. "Don't, she's not the one you want!"

Stiles and Sam ran into the room to see Scott paralyzed on the floor, and Barrow holding a broken power wire and walking towards Kira, who was tied up with ropes.

"Scott, your eyes!", Sam yelled.

"I can't." He groaned. "Can't move. Please. Help her."

Stiles and Sam began running towards Barrow as he closed in on Kira. Then, all of the sudden, they were blinded by white light. There was the sound of an explosion and all they heard was the buzzing of electricity.

Stiles and Sam were thrown back and hit the floor with a loud thud. Sam looked up with a groan, seeing sparks and strands of light. When the light dissipated, her eyes widened.

Electricity was being absorbed into Kira's hands.

All the lights in the substation flickered and finally gave out, submerging them in darkness. Stiles struggled to get his phone out of his pocket and turn the flashlight on.

It didn't matter. All they saw was Kira's terrified face and heaving shoulders. Sam stood, ready and defensive.

What the hell was that? What even is she?

Their questions didn't even get answered as they were now sitting in Sheriff Stilinski's office. Scott's dad pressured them with questions.

"Are you asking me?", Scott asked, staring at his dad with raised eyebrows.

"I think he's asking me.", Stiles said.

"Definitely isn't asking me.", Sam said.

"I think he's asking all of you.", Lydia said.

"Okay, let me answer the questions…." The teens looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Let me ask the questions.", McCall corrected. "Just so I have this absolutely clear, Barrow was hiding in the chemistry closet at the school. Someone left him a coded message on a blackboard telling him to kill Kira. Then Barrow took Kira to a power substation and tied her up with the intent of electrocuting her, which blacked out the entire town."

"Sounds about right.", Stiles nodded.

"How'd you know he'd take her to the power station?", McCall questioned.

"Because he used to work there? Do y'all not have a file on him in your little agent headquarters?", Sam says, looking at him in confusion.

"Lucky guess.", Stiles corrected before Sam got herself in trouble.

"That's one hell of a deduction there."

"What can I say, I take after my pops. He's in law enforcement.", Stiles joked, winking and pointing at his dad. The Sheriff stifled a laugh and when McCall turned around to correct himself with a glare, he passed it off as a cough.

"Just answer the man, kids.", Sheriff pleaded.

"We're just smart. Are you gonna arrest us for doing a little Scooby dooing?", Sam smiled.

McCall rolled his eyes and moved on. "What were the two of you doing?", Agent McCall asked his son and Kira.

"Eating pizza.", Scott said at the same time as Kira said they were eating sushi. They all looked over to him with a raised brow. He looked over to Kira instead.

"Eating pizza.", she said as Scott said what Kira had stated before.

"Eating sushi and pizza." They both finally concluded.

"Wow.", Sam muttered.

"Do you believe any of this?", McCall asked Stilinski.

"To be honest, I haven't believed a word Stiles' has said since he learned how to speak." Stiles tried to hide his smile.

"But I think these kids found themselves at the right place at the right time and that girl sitting over there is very lucky for it." The Sheriff concluded.

"Kira," Agent McCall started, "is that how you remember it?" The teens looked over to the girl, narrowing their eyes at her.

"Yes.", she nervously answered. "Can I get my phone back now?"

"Sorry, but no.", he declined, getting up and finally letting them leave the building. They all were led out of the Sheriff's office after Agent McCall told Kira that she'd be taken home by an officer.

"Scott." His dad called to grab his attention.

"We'll wait for you outside." Sam told Scott, following the direction Kira went in. Sam jogged out of the building to see Stiles and his dad talking by the Jeep and Kira walking with the officer down the sidewalk.

"Kira." Sam called. She turned to her, and Sam walked up to her.

"Yeah?", she nervously asked.

"Are you okay?", Sam asked. She looked at Sam fairly confused.

"Umm, yeah. I'm okay.", she nodded.

"Good. Just wanted to make sure.", Sam says. Kira fidgeted as Sam stared her down.

"I don't know what happened. I don't know what that was, I mean I'm even more shocked than you are," She grimaced. "No pun intended. But seriously, I didn't even know I could do that."

Sam sighed. "Look, I'll give you the benefit of a doubt. We've been through a lot already and I don't need another problem. However, if you do need help, that doesn't involve doing mysterious favors for you, then we're willing to help.", Sam says, and she nodded.

"Thank you.", Kira says. "Don't make me regret it, Kira.", Sam warned. She nodded and walked back to the officer waiting.

Sam turned around and saw Stiles look at her with a curious expression. She shook her head dismissively.

Seems like the power outage reached all of Beacon Hills, not just some parts, but that didn't deter school from continuing.

After last night, Sam wasn't really in a Halloween spirit. She just wanted to go to home.

"Hey~ Guess what I got?", Stiles smiled as he walked up to my locker. Sam tilted her head in curiosity. He pulled out a party size bag of Twix, making her smile. "Happy late birthday."

"I was joking.", Sam chuckled, taking it.

"You love me anyways.", Stiles said, grinning.

He looked behind her, and waved, catching her attention. Scott was walking through the door but quickly stopped in his tracks as he looked behind them. Stiles and Sam followed his line of sight to see Kira by her locker. She looked over at Scott before going the opposite direction.

"What did you say to her last night?", Stiles wondered.

"I was just letting her know not to mess up.", Sam shrugged.

"Did you threaten her?", Stiles asked. Sam looked at him in disbelief. "No. What?"

He raised an eyebrow. "She's new, I'm not gonna automatically threaten her and make bad with her right now. I'm just letting her know not to mess up.", Sam says.

Scott began jogging down the hall to catch up with Kira.

"There he goes.", Sam warned as Stiles grabbed Scott. "No, no, no! Stop, stop."

"I need to talk to her.", Scott said.

"If you don't remember, someone left a coded message for Barrow to kill her.", Stiles reminded.

"Which is why I need to talk to her!", Scott argued.

"Scott, no way! Until we figure out if she's just another psychotic monster that's gonna start murdering everybody, I vote against any and all interactions!", Stiles exclaimed.

"What if she's like me?", Scott asked.

"That girl walked through one hundred and twenty gigawatts of electricity.", Stiles stated with wide eyes.

"Kate electrocuted Derek when she kidnapped both of us after the formal. As I said before, the last time I've seen anyone use electrocution as torture and punishment was for werewolves.", Sam added.

Scott shook his head anyway and took off. Stiles tried to go after him, but she stopped his shadow which made him yank to a pause as she walked up to him.

"He's very hardheaded." Sam sighed. Stiles frowned and dug into his pocket. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and looked over to see Stiles examining a silver key in his hands. "What's that for?"

"I don't know.", he said, blankly.

After school, Scott came running up to Stiles and Sam, pleading them to help him with something, but he was struggling to ask.

"Before you say anything, does this involve breaking the law?", Stiles asked. "Why are you surprised if it did?", Sam asked him.

"I need help, actually Kira and I need help getting her phone back. There's some things on there that the police can't see.", Scott said.

"Breaking into the station? Come on, Scott! My dad's in enough trouble.", Stiles whined.

"Please!", Scott begged.

"You're asking us to help her? I'm going with Stiles on this one, your dad's an asshole.", Sam tells him.

"I'll owe you guys forever, please. You won't have to go in. I'll take all the blame. We need to help her.", Scott stressed.

"Why can't we just go do normal Halloween stuff like go to a party? No, we need to go break into a police station!", Stiles complained and sighed. "Let's go."

Stiles was more than frustrated they were helping Scott sneak into the station.

"I can't believe we're doing this.", he mumbled. Scott and Kira walked up to the car as Stiles pulled cards out of his pockets.

"Okay, this one will get you into all of the perimeter doors, this one into the evidence room, and this one's for my father's office.", he handed the cards to Scott.

"You didn't steal these, did you?", Scott asked.

"No, I cloned them using an RFID emulator."

"Is that worse than stealing?"

"It's… smarter.", Stiles said. While Kira pulled Scott aside for a second, Sam looked at Stiles.

"An RFID?", she looked at him in question.

"It's definitely something that may be against the law.", Stiles summed.

"Okay. So, now almost everybody's out dealing with the blackout. But there's always somebody at the front desk. There's Dispatch and usually a night shifter or two. You guys are gonna use the service door entrance by the dumpster. All right? Nobody uses it. I'll text you if anyone comes out. But, Scott, if you get caught, I can't help you. My dad's under investigation for impeachment because of your dad, so, if anything happens, we run and leave you both for dead.", Stiles said.

"Got it, thanks. Seriously, dude.", Scott nodded.

"I'd ask my dad, but you know—"

"We got it, Sti.", Sam says, rubbing his shoulder.

"All right, just, uh, hurry up.", Stiles shooed them. The two nodded and walked off.

"What do we do now?", Sam asked, sighing.

"Sit. Wait. Hope we don't get caught.", Stiles said, looking defeated at this point.

"Well, our best chance at saving your dad the trouble would be just leaving them here. Scott already has his bike, we can just dip.", Sam said as we waited.

Stiles didn't say anything. He didn't have to. Sam knew he was stressed and tired, even though he looked better after not being able to read for a while.

"How are the nightmares?", Sam asked, making him pause then look at her. Sam raised an eyebrow as he tried to find the words to explain.

"They're… better. They've stopped but not completely.", he says as he messes with a silver key.

He pauses. "Can I tell you something?"

Sam tilted her head in wonder. "What's on your mind?"

"There's nothing really wrong… I think it's just me. I know Scott has his own thing going on and Isaac's living with him and all and then you're dealing with your witchy stuff now, I just– I feel left behind. I don't know how to explain it. I'm…", he sighed.

"I'm scared. Scared that I'm gonna lose you guys. If I haven't already.", he confessed.

She put an arm around him as she pulled him close. "Stiles, you still have us. Nothing's gonna change anything between us. We've got you. We love you a bunch, I promise you. We may have a lot to deal with right now, but it's not gonna sway us from you.", she reassures, hugging him.

He wrapped an arm around her. "Love you, kid.", Sam says, and he chuckled. "I'm only a couple of months younger than you."

"Yeah, but you're still the baby of the group.", Sam laughs, returning his smile. It was good to see him smile. She can't stand to see him so upset.

Their talk stopped as a beam of headlights shone, catching their attention. The other vehicle came to a stop and the ignition was cut off.

"Ah, hell." Stiles complained as Agent McCall exited the car.

"Don't move.", Sam whispered. Stiles leaned down in his seat and grabbed his phone, sending a quick text to Scott.

"Come on, Scott.", he whispered as McCall walked up to the back door.

"Okay, nevermind, you need to leave.", Sam urged. He watched Agent McCall's figure head in the door and disappear. He tenses, not making any move to leave. Sam gets ready to go in, but Stiles stops her. "Sam, don't."

"Just warn Scott to hurry the hell up. I'll stall.", Sam said, hurriedly getting out of the car and quietly following after Agent McCall. "Agent McCall, hold on.", Sam called, rushing over to him. "I've been looking for you."

He turned to her with furrowed eyebrows. "What do you want, Samantha?"

"The whole thing with Barrow, it was true. We literally just went to the school to make sure Barrow wasn't there. I helped Stiles with the plan of going to the substation.", Sam says, making him raise his eyebrows.

"Really?"

Sam nodded. "Well, thank you for telling me. Now you should get home, there's a curfew.", he said and tried to walk away.

"Also, what you're doing to Stiles' dad sucks.", Sam says, making him pause and turn to her. "He's the best sheriff we've had for years. Did you ever once consider that maybe the mysterious cases were out of his control? Or anyone's control for that matter? Or that whoever was doing all of this has a very clean way of getting rid of evidence?", Sam pressed, walking up to him.

He didn't seem to have an answer which made her eyebrows raise. "Are you serious?", Sam scoffed.

He put out a hand to stop her. "Samantha, I really don't have time for judgmental reviews of performance."

"But you have time to review his. That's a little hypocritical, don't you think?", Sam challenged. He frowned at her.

"You asked Stiles if the Sheriff was drinking? What does that have to do with the cases? Why even bring up a sensitive topic to someone that isn't even comfortable with telling you information like that to begin with?", Sam pressed.

He sighed. "If I pause the impeachment, will you leave me to my job?"

"Maybe.", Sam says.

He frowned. "Samantha."

"You said if. I said, maybe. Both are probabilities and it looks like we're gonna be holding on to those ifs.", Sam challenged and walked away.

She pushed out the door and walked around the building to find Stiles fidgeting near his Jeep. His eyes widened when he saw her and rushed over to her.

"What happened?", he asked. "He tried to make a compromise and I told him it wasn't gonna work.", Sam said.

Stiles pulled her into a grateful hug. They pulled apart once they heard the metal of the back door creak open. Scott and Kira came rushing out with a smile on their faces.

"We did it! All the pics are deleted.", Scott smiled.

"That was awesome!", Kira said, excitedly. "I mean, terrifying, completely terrifying but kind of awesome."

Stiles and Sam looked at her in amazement before looking at Scott. He had such a sweet smile on his face as he looked at Kira.

"God, I've never done anything like that before, have you?", she asked. Scott, Stiles, and Sam all looked at each other, chuckling.

"Yeah, once or twice.", Stiles nodded.

"Pretty much.", Sam says.

"So, I guess I should take you home." Scott sighed. Kira nodded and started walking off to Scott's bike. Sam's phone bleeped, alerting her that she had a new message.

She pulled it out to see Danny had texted her asking if she was coming to his party. Sam sighed and agreed. She supposed she deserved to treat herself tonight.

Sam looked at the address he sent and frowned at its familiarity.

"Let's go.", Stiles called after her. She walked up to him as he looked at his phone. "We gotta go to this party, you promised me a party after I gave you candy.", he whined. Sam smiled. "I did say that."

She looked back at her phone, a confused frown setting in on her face. "Why's the party on Emerson St, though?"

Stiles' eyes widened as they piled in. "That's Derek's loft.", he laughed.

Sam's heart dropped as she whined. He was gonna be so pissed when he came back.