Teen Eagle
|animal clinic|
"They are coming back so we don't have much time to talk." Deaton tells Scott while opening a bottle.
"What is that?" Scott asks him.
"Rubbing alcohol, you don't want it to get infected do you? It will heal the same just not as quickly because it's Derek" Deaton tells him while using the alcohol on Scott's scratch marks.
"OK, how do you all of this?" Scott asks Deaton confused.
"It's a long story. What I can tell you is that I know about your kind. Your kind I can help. This, this is something different." Deaton says motioning towards the corpse on the slab after he fixed a bandage over Scott's wound.
"Do you know what did it?" Scott asks.
"No, but the Argent's will. And this is the crucial part, they'll have some kind of record or book. It will have descriptions, histories, notations of all the things they have discovered." Deaton explains hurriedly.
"All the things? How many different things are there?" Scott asks shocked but they hear a car pull up and Scott hides himself in another room.
"I'm starting to think I need to buy a more permanent closed sign." Deaton tells Chris and the other hunters who come into his animal clinic.
"Hello Alan. It's been a while, last I heard you've retired." Gerard says walking into the room.
"Last I heard you followed a code of conduct." Deaton counters.
"If you hadn't noticed, this body is one of ours." Chris says.
"I did, I also noticed the gunpowder residue on his fingertips. So don't assume I'll just be swayed by your philosophy just because I answer a few questions." Deaton replies.
"He was only 24." Chris remarks upset.
"Killers come in all ages." Deaton counters coldly.
"All ages, sizes, shapes. It's the last one that concerns us." Gerard agrees.
"How about you tell us what you've found?" Chris asks Gerard getting back on topic.
"See this cut? Precise, almost surgical but this isn't the wound that killed him. This had a more interesting purpose." Deaton tells them, showing them a cut on the back of the dead hunters neck.
"relating to the spine?" Gerard asks.
"That's correct, whatever made this cut was laced with a paralytic toxin potent enough to disable all motor functions. These are the cause of death. Notice the pattern on each side?" Deaton continues.
"five for each finger." Chris says.
"each claw." Gerard corrects him.
"As you can see it dug in and slashed upwards. Eviscerating the lungs and slicing through the rib bones with ease." Deaton explains.
"Have you seen this before?" Chris asks.
"No." Deaton answers.
"Any idea at all what killed him?" Chris questions.
"No but I can tell you it's fast, remarkably strong and has the capacity to render it's victims helpless within seconds." Deaton says.
"So you're saying we should be cautious. We get it." Chris assumes.
"I'm saying you should be afraid. Be very afraid, because in the natural world predators with paralytic toxins use them to catch and eat their prey. This prey wasn't eaten. That means who killed him only wanted to kill him, in fact killing may be it's only purpose." Deaton finishes explaining and Scott who listened in also gets frightful of whatever is out there.
|auto repair shop|
"Hey, what do you think you're doing? All I needed was a starter." Stiles asks the mechanic who is currently fixing his Jeep.
"Yeah but it looks like your whole exhaust system needs to be replaced, so." The mechanic replies.
"Why do I get the feeling you're slightly overestimating the damage?" Stiles asks annoyed.
"It's probably gonna cost around 1200." The mechanic tells him.
"Are you kidding, this thing doesn't even have a catalytic converter and yes I know what a catalytic converter is." Stiles complains.
"You know what aluminum sub-differential is?" The mechanic retorts.
"No." Stiles sighs.
"Yeah, it's probably gonna be around 1500." the mechanic tells him.
"OK, just finish. I'll be back here, seething in rage." Stiles grumbles, walking towards the mechanic's waiting area and grabs the doorknob but feels that it's sticky and complains quietly, before walking into the waiting area.
Once in the room he gets out his phone and tries to text someone but can't use his fingers. Looking outside the window towards where the mechanic is working he sees a reptilian like creature crawling alongside his levitated truck towards the mechanic and tries to warn him but can't speek out loud and then falls to the floor, robbing towards the door, where his phone had dropped and tries dialing 911 while he sees the mechanic, who got cut in the neck slowly get crushed by the platform his jeep is on, because the creature cut the hydraulic line. The emergency call only connects after everything was over much to Stiles's dismay.
A few hours later Stiles is sitting in an ambulance with his dad, explaining to him what happened.
"I told you, I just walked in and saw the Jeep on top of the guy, that's it."
"What's wrong with your hand?" Noah asks.
"Nothing, can I just get out of here now?" Stiles asks.
"Look, if there is something you don't think you can tell me..." Noah says
"You think I'm lying?" Stiles cuts him off.
"No of course not, I'm just worried about you. If you saw someone dubious and you're afraid they're gonna come back and make sure you don't say anything about it." Noah explains.
"I didn't see anything, at all. Can I go now please?" Stiles lies.
"Yeah, but not your Jeep. Sorry, evidence. See you at home." Noah tells him walking off.
Half and hour later Scott borrowed his mom's car to pick Stiles up.
"You OK?" Scott asks his best friend.
"You were right, it's not like you. I mean it's eyes were almost reptilian. There was something about them." Stiles says.
"What do you mean?" Scott asks curious.
"You know when you see a friend in a Halloween mask but all you can see are actually their eyes and you feel like you know him but just can't figure out who it is?" Stiles ask him.
"Are you saying you know who it is?" Scott asks.
"No but I think it knew me." Stiles replies scared.
|Derek's hideout|
Derek is training Isaac, making him run the same parkour over and over while getting thrown to the ground by himself at the end of it. When they finished Erica jumps at Derek from behind only to be flung next to Isaac by Derek. Boyd is watching all of this from a viewing spot on some stairs.
"Does anyone want to try not being completely predictable?" Derek asks and Erica jumps at him in response, catching him in a kiss, before Derek throws her off him back to the floor.
"That's the last time you do that." Derek orders.
"Why? Cause I'm a beta?" Erica questions.
"No, because I have someone else in mind for you." Derek tells her.
"Are we done? I've got about a hundred bones that need to heal." Isaac complains.
Derek takes his hand and breaks his wrist making Isaac yelp out painfully.
"Hundred and one. You think I'm teaching you to fight? Huh? I'm teaching you how to survive." Derek yells at the three.
"If they wanted us dead why aren't they coming for us now? What are they waiting for?" Isaac asks.
"I don't know but they are planning something and you especially know that is not our only problem. Whatever that thing is that killed Isaac's father, I think it killed someone else tonight. And until I know what it is you all need to learn everything that I know, as fast as I can teach you." Derek tells them.
|next morning – Martin house|
Natalie Martin walks into her daughters room since Lydia is currently oversleeping and shouts "time to get up."
"Go away." Lydia replies sleepily, wrapped under her bed sheet.
"You're going to be late for your appointment with the school counselor, remember we have a deal." Natalie tells her.
"Mom, I told you I'm fine." Lydia groans.
"Lydia please. Hah! What did you do? Oh my god, what did you do to yourself?" Natalie asks worriedly seeing that the underside of Lydia's sheet is bloodied and looks at Lydia's hand, seeing it cut up and they then notice that a mirror on Lydia's desk is cracked by apparently Lydia punching it.
"I don't remember doing that." Lydia says weirded out, looking at her cut up hand.
|school|
Stiles is talking to Allison about the beastiary of the Argents that Scott told him about while Scott is waiting for Lydia to finish meeting the guidance counselor, having gotten a concerning text from her that morning.
"Can you describe this thing?" Allison asks her boyfriend, while sitting next to him on a bench.
"Uhh, probably like a book. Old, worn." Stiles guesses.
"Like bound in leather?" Allison questions.
"Sounds about right." Stiles says.
"He dropped one yesterday while he was talking to me. I think that was it." Allison tells him.
"Where does he keep it?" Stiles asks.
"Has to be in his office." Allison guesses.
"Can you get the book?" Stiles asks hopefully.
"Not without his keys." Allison informs him.
"Alright, I have a plan." Stiles says.
Meanwhile with Scott
He didn't have to wait long for Lydia to come out of the school. Once outside he sees that she's visibly upset hurrying to her car.
Jogging over to her, while she already got in the driver seat Scott walks around the car, sees her crying and tries to open the passenger side door only to find it locked. He knocks at the window asking concerned "Lydia what's wrong?"
"Just go away. I don't want you to see me cry again." Lydia says still crying.
"I'm the one person you never should be afraid to cry in front of." Scott tells her gently.
"Why?" Lydia asks.
"Because I don't care if you're crying or throwing up or anything, you'll still be more beautiful than anyone else I could ever meet and it will just make me want to help you even more. So please let me help you." Scott pleads making Lydia push a button to unlock the door so Scott can enter the car.
"You're gonna think I'm crazy." Lydia says still in tears.
"Lydia, trust me there is nothing you can say to me that will make you sound crazy." Scott tells her supportingly and they hear a crowd cheering from the lacrosse field.
"You're missing your game." Lydia points out, trying to act calm.
"Lydia. I'm not going to be able to go on the field until you tell me what's bothering you. There is literally nothing more important to me than you." Scott tells her while stroking her arm lovingly, hoping to calm her down.
Lydia takes off one of her gloves and shows Scott her bandaged hand.
"What happened?" Scott asks concerned.
"I don't know. When my mom woke me up this morning my bed was bloody and I must have punched my mirror but I don't remember doing that I can't even remember going to sleep." Lydia tells him starting to cry again.
"Shh. Calm down, we'll figure out what's going on. Just don't ever feel afraid to be vulnerable in front of me. You stand by me even after you found out what I was, what makes you think I won't be here to support you?" Scott says, hugging her to his chest so she can cry to her hearts content.
"Thank you Scott, I'd really be lost without you." Lydia says hugging him close, still sniffling a bit but being more collected after Scott's speech.
"So, I have an idea. Do you want me to sleep over at your house for the time being, I can tell you if you ever do anything weird during the night plus I'm sleeping over half the time anyway." Scott offers her.
"I think it would help." Lydia agrees having a small smile on her face now.
"There. Is there anything else you have on your mind?" Scott asks her after wiping away her remaining tears and the steaks along her cheeks.
"No. I think I'll be OK now, it's just I don't want to end up like my grandmother, she was very lonely and a painful death, it just scares me." Lydia confesses.
"That's OK. You'll never be alone. I'll always be there for you, remember that and even if you were to get ill, I'd find a way to cure you. I'm sure there is some kind of supernatural super remedy out there and if not I'll make one." Scott tells her, kissing her nose.
"Thanks, I really needed to hear that." Lydia says chuckling lightly at Scott's optimism.
"By the way, I think we should go to the game now. The others can't be doing too well without their co-captain." Lydia tells him, getting out of the car with Scott and interlocking their elbows while they march over to the field.
Once they are at the stands Lydia pulls him in for a deep kiss, making a few people stare at them until Lydia pulls away whispering "For good luck." after which she shoves him over to coach and takes a seat close to Allison.
AN: Hey guys, hope you enjoy it, I'm gonna try to stay on this story for a while again.
p.s. I still have to come up with a few scenes / decide on a few moments in the show where Adrian Harris (chem. Teacher) will undergo changes and figure out what's happening.
In case any of you have any ideas feel free to write me a PM, maybe I'll input them somewhere along the line.