Author's Note: I'm baccckkk. It's been a long couple of months but here is chapter 11. Finally!

Beacon Hills, California

"…I just don't get it, Hal. Why did we have to drive to Beacon Hills? I have super speed and you have a magic ring that helps you fly. Fly, Hal."

Hal turned to Barry with exasperation on his face. "Bar, you're the one who said we had to keep up appearances. No spooking the locals, remember? Anyways, I like driving. Flying is great and all, but nothing compares to the feeling of being behind the wheel of-"

He stopped mid-sentence. Barry wasn't paying attention to him anymore. His eyes were glued to the window, like he was in his own little world all by himself. "Bar! Are you even listening to me?"

Barry snapped out of it and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry. I don't know how you do it, Hal. It's just so-"

"-Slow?"

With a sigh, Barry leaned back in the passenger seat. Hal couldn't help but crack a smile at his friend's antics. Barry was all rules and business until he started to feel caged in. Now the hyperactive blonde was bouncing off the walls of his car as they made their way to a small town in the middle of nowhere.

Speaking of Beacon Hills, Bats had said there was something weird happening there, but Hal wasn't so sure. Aliens were real. But vampires and witches?

It was hard to wrap his head around.

"Hey Hal, is that it?"

Hal eyes shot to the side window. The forest around them had thinned enough that he could see the valley below. The town was spread across the valley and while it wasn't Coast City, it was still very impressive.

"Yeah, I think it is."

"Good. Let's drive somewhere we can eat. I'm starving."

Hal couldn't agree more. He pulled into the first diner that he could find, and before he could unhook his seat belt, Barry was out of the car and making his way inside. He shook his head in amusement. Barry couldn't even bother to wait for him. He found him at a booth by the window, a waitress already there to take their order.

"Hal, look! They have 10 flavors of milkshakes. Strawberry, vanilla…"

Barry was practically vibrating, so he shot him a look to slow it down as he slid into the booth. "Coffee for me please."

"Alright, darlings. I'll be back soon."

As soon as the waitress was out of earshot, he turned to Barry.

"So, Bar… you researched this place before we left, right? What do you have?" He asked in a hushed tone.

Barry put down his menu, his lips pursed in a thin line. "Beacon Hills is far from your average town. I had a friend at the CCPD look into this place and there's been a string of murders and missing persons going back as far as two years ago. Something is definitely going on."

Hal did not like the sound of that. He was a green lantern not a cop. Well an Earth cop anyways.

"Well the sooner we get to the bottom of this, the sooner we can leave. Carol's already on my ass for missing so much work."

Hal paused when he saw the waitress coming back.

"Okay boys, one milkshake and one coffee… I hope you don't mind me asking, but you're not from around here, are you?"

The question startled him, but he quickly composed himself and gave her the most charming smile he could muster. "No ma'am. We're visiting from Coast City. We were planning on hanging around for a couple of days."

The waitress set down their drinks. Hal noticed that there was a wariness on her face that wasn't there before. "Well you be careful now. And stay away from the preserve."

Hal and Barry shared a look. "Why?"

"People have been going missing up there recently. Poor Mr. Powell disappeared yesterday, and there's been no sign of him since."

And here he was hoping that they wouldn't find anything. "Is there anything else that's been happening around here?"

"There's always something happening in Beacon Hills. But it's a nice place once you get to know it."

Hal highly doubted it. The more he heard about this place, the more it gave him the creeps.

When they left the diner, Hal pulled out his ring. "What do we do now?"

Barry glanced down the road.

"I think a visit to the preserve is in order."

"I'm starting to think the Bats is off his rocker. There is nothing here! And we've been out here for two hours already."

"Hal, Batman said to look for something suspicious to explain the rise in supernatural activity. It's not like it's going to walk up to us and say hello."

"How many times have you ran through this place already?"

"…Five times."

"See, that's exactly what I mea-"

A howl cut through the air. Hal scanned the trees for any sign of movement. His ring cast a green glow over the forest, but there was nothing as far as he could see.

Then, a rustling in the bushes behind him caught his attention. He whipped around, his ring aimed at the center of the brush.

"Barry, I think something just walked up to say hello."

"Hal! Where are you?!"

Something burst from the bushes and ran straight for him. He blasted it with his ring, but it didn't even seem to faze it. It collided directly into his chest.

"What the-!"

A pair of sharps claws dug into his uniform and jaws snapped at his neck. He barely had time to put his hands up to protect himself.

"Barry!"

Suddenly, the weight of the thing on top of him was gone. He immediately tried to push himself up off the ground, clenching his teeth as pain shot up through his arms.

"Isaac, hold him down!"

Hal stiffened as he heard a voice coming from in front of him. He looked up, ready to blast whoever the hell it was to kingdom come. But his hand dropped when he saw two teenage boys struggling to restrain some sort of animal between them. It was snarling, and its claws reaching for him but stopping short.

He shot up from the ground, raising his ring again and willing as much energy as he could into it. The thing got the drop on him once and he wasn't about give it another chance to finish the job.

"Stop! You're only going to make him angrier!"

"What the hell is that?!"

"It's a werewolf. An omega to be exact." Someone answered from his right. He turned, coming face to face with a young redheaded girl. Where do all these teenagers keep popping up from?

"A werewolf...you gotta be kidding me."

She rolled her eyes. "Then what else would you call that."

Hal raised an eyebrow at her but stepped closer, shining his ring over its face.

What he saw caused him to take a step back. The thing looked human, but its face was, well...not. Its mouth was twisted into a tight snarl, fangs protruding from the edges of its lips. And its eyes-its eyes were glowing a pale gold, which looked unnatural even for him.

"Ok. Werewolf. Gotcha." He rubbed his temples trying to will the oncoming headache away. "Wait...not that I'm not grateful for the save, but what are you even doing out here? This stuff is dangerous. Shouldn't someone else be dealing with this?"

One of the boys holding the werewolf laughed. "Why does the Justice League care? You guys have never helped before."

"Justice League-" Hal looked down and realized that he must have recognized his uniform. "Still, how is this a bunch of teenagers' problem?"

The boy closed his eyes and when they opened, they were gold.

Hal felt his jaw drop. "You're all werewolves?"

The girl answered this time. "Not all of us but most of us are. This is our territory, and it's our job to protect it. The omega wandered in here and lost control because of the full moon."

"Does this happen often?"

"Often enough. You know, you haven't answered our question. What is the Justice League doing here?"

Hal cursed his luck. Of course they would ask him. It wasn't everyday that the Justice League appeared in some small town, and if they did, it wasn't usually a good thing. So much for not spooking the locals.

Batman was going to kill him for revealing confidential information to a bunch of teenagers.

"We're looking into what's causing the increase in supernatural activity around the country. Everything points to Beacon Hills. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that?"

The girl looked startled. "Around the country? We thought it was only here?"

"Why would you think that?"

She bit her lip. "I think it's best if I show you. I'm Lydia, by the way. Isaac, Aiden, take Billy to the Hale house."

"Hal, what's happening?!"

Shit. Hal turned on his communicator. How could he forget? Barry was probably worried sick. "Bar…"

"You went silent for a couple minutes. Is everything okay?"

"Bar, I'm fine. I promise. Meet me by the south end of the preserve. I think I've found what we've been looking for."

Lydia led them to an open clearing where at the center was a large tree stump. Barry looked at him in question, but Hal motioned with his hand to wait.

"What is it?" Hal asked.

"We just found out about it ourselves. Deaton called it a nemeton. A tree sacred to the druids. It was cut down nearly fifty years ago."

"Druids. Aren't those from Celtic religion?" Barry was now crouched by the stump, scrutinizing the small details in the wood.

"Yes. Now they act as emissaries to wolf packs. Deaton is ours."

Hal took a step closer to the nemeton. He hadn't noticed it before, but he could feel something in the air. It felt like electricity was dancing on the end of his skin. There was a soft buzzing in the back of his mind that he was certain was coming from the tree stump in front of him.

He pointed his ring at its base. "Okay ring do your thing. Scan for any anomalies."

"Energy source detected."

"Can you identify?"

"Negative."

An energy source that his ring couldn't identify. That was new. Especially since it was coming from something that should be completely harmless. "Lydia, I have a feeling you're not telling me something."

"This one's been dormant for a long time until...until we recharged it."

"Recharged it?"

Lydia fidgeted with the end of her jacket before meeting his eyes. "Last year we were dealing with an evil druid and our alpha and a couple of our friends tried stopping her. What they did gave power back to the nemeton."

Barry got up from where he was crouched, and walked over to them. "And this nemeton, how does it factor into what we've been looking for?"

"Deaton says that it acts like a beacon to the supernatural. But we thought it was only bringing them here."

Hal furrowed his eyebrows in thought. The nemeton definitely had something to do with all of this, but Hal couldn't shake the feeling that there was something bigger at play. Something that they weren't focusing on. While it explained some things, it didn't explain why Gotham had become a nest for every witch, vampire, and other supernatural creature in the country.

"Ba-I mean Flash, patch us through to Watchtower."

Whatever the hell was going on, they needed to figure it out quickly.

The nemeton hummed, almost as if it was agreeing with him. Hal shuddered, deciding he would leave this place as soon as he could.

Tennessee

Scott pulled into the gas station and parked next to an empty pump. Derek jerked awake at the abrupt stop.

"Is it time to switch?"

"Not yet. The tank is empty. I'm going inside the store. Do you want anything?"

"Bring me a coffee."

"Got it."

Scott got out of the car and a sudden chill made him zip his jacket up higher. After driving for so long, he was glad to be out of the car. He was just about ready to pull his hair out.

He pushed through the glass door of the gas station. It was quiet, but he kind of expected that considering how early it was. "Hello?"

No answer. 'They must be on break', he thought.

Scott went aisle by aisle looking for what they might need. Water. Check. Snacks. Absolutely. He stopped when he got to a packet of Oreos. He picked them up, a small smile creeping onto his face. Stiles's favorites.

It quickly turned into a frown as he felt guilt in the pit of his stomach. Stiles had called him in January. He sounded scared. Desperate. Scott had wanted to go immediately after Stiles had hung up on him, but he got caught up with the craziness of Beacon Hills, fighting evil druids and nogitsunes.

When everything quieted down, Scott got in the Jeep and made for Gotham; his mom gave him her blessing as long as kept up his studies and took an adult with him. Hence Derek. While at times he couldn't stand the older werewolf, he knew the East Coast better than anyone.

He grabbed a handful of junk and went to checkout, grabbing a coffee on his way to the front. When he got to the counter, he peered into the hallway that was behind it.

"Hello? Anyone? I'm ready to pay now. Or I could leave money...I guess."

A bell rang through the store. He turned, seeing three men coming inside. Scott was going to go around them when he got a whiff of their scent; he growled, baring his teeth at them.

"Now, now. No need to be pulling those out in here." The man standing in the middle said. He tilted his head, eyes flashing red.

Scott felt his own eyes flash in response. "I don't want any trouble."

"I find that hard to believe seeing as you're an alpha trespassing on our new territory."

"We're just passing through." Scott said, eyeing the other werewolves. They were slowly inching their way around him, trapping him on all sides.

"Huh, will you look at that? So were we. Heading north. But this place is nice and cozy. Everything a werewolf could want."

Scott reached for the door handle. "We're just going to get gas and we'll be out of your hair. So if you wouldn't mind-"

The other alpha grabbed his wrist. "Sorry. Can't have other wolves getting the wrong message. No hard feelings and all that good stuff."

Scott looked at the alpha and then at his pack. Three against one. Okay, not so good but-

He glanced at the soda in his hand and grinned. The next thing he did was slam it into the alpha's mouth and kicked him as hard as he could through the door. Scott ran past his limp form and headed for the Jeep, the other werewolves following closely behind him.

When he got to the gas pump, however, the Jeep wasn't there. Panic started to set in as he looked left and right for the car. Nothing. But as he started to contemplate how far he could make it on foot, he heard the sound of tires screeching towards him.

Derek was in the driver's seat of the Jeep, partly shifted, his eyes a deep electric blue.

"Get in!"

Scott wasn't about to argue with that. He jumped into the car, slamming the door shut. Claws scratched at the side of the car, the sound of grating metal making his heart race.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Derek hit the gas, throwing up a cloud of dust as they drove away. Scott kept checking the rear view mirror, holding his breath until he saw them disappear from view.

"What the hell was that?"

Derek's knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. "I smelled them after you went inside the gas station. I recognize them; they're from Georgia. I have no idea what they're doing all the way up here."

An uneasy feeling wormed its way into the back of his mind.

"That's the last time I go to Tennessee." Scott said jokingly. "Let's hope the rest of the trip isn't as crazy as this."

Derek only looked ahead, his eyes focused on the road. Scott sighed and gazed out the passenger side window.

End Note: I hope to get Chapter 12 up soon and it will be a Jason and Constantine chapter. Then Chapter 13 we will get back to Stiles and Bruce ;)