"I don't know how long the mummy guy has been that way, Stiles," Liam said annoyed as he spoke on the phone in his bedroom. "I'm not an archeologist I just paid attention in Anatomy."

"So an archeologist would know," Stiles asked. Liam rolled his eyes. He didn't want to answer the phone but Stiles had called him 10 times between Saturday and that Sunday night.

"Stiles didn't this conversation start off with you saying 'give Scott a break'," Liam scoffed.

"Well, yeah and this is what I'm talking about," Stiles replied. "Scott, all of us really, have a lot on our plate. So you can't get too upset if he drops the ball in one area."

"Stiles I get that this whole Scott's a werewolf thing is hard and I'm trying to be understanding," Liam exclaimed. "But how is a relationship between us supposed to work if he lies to me about what's going on."

"It's not his fault," Stiles protested. "We thought the danger was over and when the second body turned up we realized we really didn't have a clue as to what we were dealing with. There's no point of freaking you out over something we're not even sure of." Liam sighed and sat down on the bed. What Stiles was saying made sense but he still couldn't get over how easy it was for Scott to lie to him Saturday afternoon.

"How am I supposed to trust he won't shut me out again," Liam asked. His voice was sad. There was a pause before Stiles answered.

"Honestly he probably will, but it's not because he doesn't trust you or doesn't want you in his life," Stiles assured. "Lying is really the only way we can keep anyone safe sometimes." Liam didn't like that answer, but he knew if he really wanted a relationship with Scott he'd have to accept it.

"So, do you know if your dad know anything about the mummies," Stiles asked switching gears.

"My dad works in the ER, and he never talks about his work at home," Liam answered. Stiles sighed heavily. There was some rustling on the phone before Stiles thanked Liam for calling back and wished him a goodnight. Liam laid back on his bed and looked over to the alarm clock on his nightstand. In 40 minutes his mom would be calling him down for dinner, but Liam wasn't feeling that hungry. His mind was spinning from going over the weekend's events. He closed his eyes and in time he drifted to sleep. A knock at the door woke him.

"Sweetheart," it was his mother's voice. "It's dinner time." She had walked in quietly as not to jar him from his sleep too badly. She gave Liam a warm stroke of his hair as he pulled himself awake.

"I'm not really hungry mom," Liam said sleepily. Liam's mother pursed her lips in protest.

"So you expect your father and me to have dinner with Scott all by ourselves," she asked. At the mention of Scott's name, Liam sprung up from the bed.

"He came," he said surprised.

"Of course he did, he's downstairs," before Liam's mother could finish her statement Liam had rushed over to his closet and began franticly digging through clothes.

"Why didn't you tell me he was here," Liam whined.

"I've been downstairs calling your name for 5 minutes," she replied. She went over to try and help her son pick something out. As Liam, sped through his wardrobe his mother calmly grabbed Liam's favorite royal blue button-down.

I can't believe he still showed up, Liam thought as he snatched the shirt out of his mother's hand and began to change out of the sweats he'd been sulking in all day. This must mean he doesn't hate me, Liam continued to think as he grabbed the pants his mother handed him and changed into those too. Looking in the mirror he continued to think about what Scott showing up for dinner with his parents meant; was it him apologizing, or was he just being polite since his mother worked with Liam's dad.

"Oh shit," Liam shouted as he was fixing his hair in the mirror. He spun around to face his mother. "You left Scott downstairs with dad, alone," Liam charged. His mother's eyes got big.

"Oh shit," she said in realization of her error. Liam grunted and took off to the living room.

Once he reached the living room Liam found Scott and Dr. Hinson in happy conversation. They were laughing about something but stopped once Liam barreled into the room.

"Nice of you to join us, son," Dr. Hinson said annoyed. Though he heard the words and his father's tone, Liam was focused on Scott and how incredibly good-looking he was in that moment. Scott wore a fitted dark gray button down shirt, with a pair of slim-fit dark wash jeans and leather loafers that seemed a bit pricy. Scott's hair looked freshly cut and neat; not his usual tasseled look he got from removing his helmet. Liam desperately wanted to runs his finger through Scott's hair and pull on it. Scott had a pleasant expression on his face and Liam could tell that the boy was checking him out as well. This slightly mortified Liam because he wasn't too confident in his appears in that moment. "What were you doing," Liam's dad asked after a short pause.

"I was taking a shower," Liam stammered. Scott's expression blanked. "I lost track of time." It was a lie that Liam didn't know why he told, but in that moment it sounded a lot better than I was so distraught about the dead guy I saw yesterday and the lies the guy I'm dating had been telling me for the past two weeks I felt asleep in lieu of my head exploding.

"Well you're here now, Shelia's finally down here as well, so we can get started," Dr. Hinson exclaimed as he lead the way to the dining room. Scott followed passing Liam has he did.

"You look great," Scott said in a low voice. Liam's body broke in a sweat at the sound of Scott's voice. Instead of responding he just gave Scott a huge dopy grin.

The night went well as far as dinner with the parents goes. Liam didn't have too much experience with such things but considering the circumstances he felt his parents were falling for Scott as easily as Liam had. As they talked about their lives, how Liam's parents met, Dr. Hinson's time in the military, Sheila's furniture restoration business and Scott's childhood in Beacon Hills, Liam was amazed how Scott effortlessly carried on the conversation. With everything he had been through Scott seemed to keep up appearances like nobody he had ever seen before.

Liam often had a hard time expressing himself, especially when it came to situations like these. Even though they were his parents, talking to any adult figure made Liam nervous. In the last year his relationship with his parents had taking a downward turn, but they were all on the mend in the last month or so. Sheila accredited Liam's newfound happiness to Scott and the rest of his friends.

"He just seems more like his old self," she explained. She reached over gave Liam's hand a loving rub. Liam blushed in return. Underneath the table Scott's foot rubbed up against Liam's inside leg, which made Liam blush even more. "We're so proud of how he's doing at Beacon Hills high." Shelia said finishing her thought.

"Liam is definitely a great addition to the school and the team," Scott boasted. "We're definitely going to go to state championships with him starting." Scott gave Liam a huge smile.

"As long as his school work stays on point, I'm happy," Dr. Hinson expressed. "It's the most important thing." Liam rolled his eyes.

"Dad I have a 3.8 gpa," Liam whined.

"And there's no reason it can't be a 4.0," Dr. Hinson argued.

"Joe," Shelia said sternly. Dr. Hinson started to speak but stopped when his wife frowned at him. Both Liam and Scott laughed quietly.

"Well then who wants dessert," Dr. Hinson asked trying to change the subject.

"If it's all right can Scott and I be excused," Liam asked.

"Yes, you can go to the living," Dr. Hinson started but his wife cut him off.

"To your room, Liam," she said in a satisfied tone.

"Shelia," Dr. Hinson began to protest.

"This isn't the military Joe, and we're not going to be helicopter parents," Shelia stated as she began clearing the table. She gave Liam a wink and he smiled at her lovingly. Liam motioned Scott to follow, and the older teen wasted no time. The last the boys hear from Liam's parents as they ascended up the stairs was them arguing about whether or not it was appropriate for two teenagers to be left in a bedroom alone. "As if Scott hasn't been up there with Liam alone already." Shelia snapped.

In Liam's room the boys sat quietly on the bed taking turns not looking at each other and hoping the other one would speak first. Just before Liam was about to give in the game and talk Scott reached over, and grabbed Liam's hand. Liam looked Scott in the eyes.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," Scott said, his brown eyes were so sincere. "Liam, I don't want to lie to you."

"But sometimes you have to, to keep me safe," Liam interrupted. Silenced Scott sighed heavily, and nodded. "Scott, there's a difference between keeping me safe and not letting me in," Liam said. He didn't know if he could explain himself, but knew he had to try. "It's like Clark Kent and Lois Lane." Scott frowned at the reference. "Things got so much better for them when Clark told Lois he was Superman. Lois at times was even able to help Superman solve crimes." Liam pointed out. Scott gave a pensive look before speaking.

"I always preferred Batman myself," Scott joked. Liam laughed.

"Good then I can be Robin," Liam mused. The two boys laughed, but then got quiet again. Liam gave a longing sigh and stared at Scott seductively.

"What," Scott said with a playful look on his face. Liam reached for Scott's hair ran his fingers threw it lightly, before giving it a tug. Scott moan softly.

"I've wanted to do that all night," Liam said before diving at Scott's mouth. Giving into the kiss Scott fell backwards on the bed. Liam quickly climbed on top of him, pressing their bodies together. Breaking free from Scott's lips, Liam's mouth roughly landed on Scott's neck. He kissed and bit at the soft skin, causing Scott to moan softly. Scott pulled Liam into his body and bucked his hips against Liam's groin. This caused both boys to become erected instantaneously.

"Liam," Scott breathed. Liam moaned into Scott's neck, causing Scott to whimper and reactively buck his hips again. Liam pushed his hips down in return. "Liam, oh god." Scott's voice was strained as he tried to keep his voice down. Liam's mouth found its way to Scott's collarbone and his fingers managed to undo several of Scott's buttons on his shirt, the belt buckle and the jeans button.

"Liam please there is something I need to say to you," Scott stammered. His hands had moved on Liam's butt grabbing handfuls as he bucked up against the boy's groin hard and repeatedly. Scott was still trying to speak but after another failed attempt, Liam pushed his hand down Scott's jeans and grabbed his erection. Scott growled deeply, and Liam covered the older boy's mouth with his own. As their tongues slid across each other Liam could feel Scott's canine teeth transforming. He squeezed Scott's erection harder. Suddenly Scott grabbed Liam's hair and pulled him back. In shock Liam gasped.

"Liam I really need to ask you something," Scott said sternly, his eyes glowing bright red.

"Yes Scott you can answer your phone," Liam exclaimed breathlessly. Scott's eyes faded back to brown and he furrowed his brow in confusion.

"What," Scott asked.

"Your phone," Liam said as he sat up panting. "It's been vibrating. Scott looked down at his undone jeans and saw the light of his phone flickering in his pocket. He grabbed for it taking care not to rub against his erect penis. Liam caught a glimpse of Stiles' name on the phone before Scott answered it.

"Stiles," Scott shouted into the phone. His voice cracked. "What's going on," Scott's breathing was labored as he tried to compose himself. Thinking it would help, Liam rolled off Scott and stood up off the bed. He was still trying to catch his breath, and grabbed his erection that was straining against his pants. Apart of Liam wanted to kill Stiles for ruining the moment he was having with Scott, but then he remembered his parents were downstairs, so he mental forgave Stiles for his intrusion. The parents would definitely need to be out of the house for Liam and Scott's first time.

"Is she okay," the fear in Scott's voice made Liam turn to face him. Scott was frantically trying to button his clothes with one-free hand while talking to Stiles with the other. "She just found it now? Was anyone with her," Scott asked. "Okay fine, I'll meet you down there, just be careful Stiles and don't let Lydia go anywhere." Scott stuff the phone back into his pocket and continued to fix himself.

"What's wrong," Liam asked.

"Lydia found another mummy in the abandoned warehouse on Cider. Stiles and Malia are going down there now," Scott stated. "Derek and I are going to meet them."

"I'm coming with you," Liam proclaimed. Scott started to protest, but Liam wouldn't let him. "I'm coming Scott," Liam asserted. In his head Liam thought about how he wanted to make that statement in a completely different context. Scott sighed disapprovingly but grabbed Liam's hand as he walked out the door. Once the two were on the bottom level Scott went for the coat closet by the door.

"Are you leaving already Scott," Shelia asked, her voice could be heard from the living room. Liam walked to the threshold of the living room and smiled sweetly at his parents who were cuddled on the couch watching T.V.

"Is it okay if I go hang out with Scott and some other friends," Liam asked as innocently as he could. Both his parents looked at each hesitantly.

"Sweetheart, it's a school night," Shelia stated. Liam could tell she was struggling with being a responsible parent or a cool, easygoing parent.

"Okay, then we'll save the night time bungee-jumping for next weekend," Liam joked. Shelia frowned at his statement. 'We're just going to go watch a movie at Stiles' house." Liam said making sure to avoid direct eye contact with his parents. Shelia sucked her tooth and pondered the question. Joe went back to watching his show letting his wife sink with the ship of her newfound lax parenting style. Liam looked back at Scott, whose fingers were drumming the doorknob impatiently.

"Okay," Shelia finally answered. "But back by 11." Joe grunted disapprovingly, which was meant with a jab to his ribcage.

"Thanks mom," Liam yelled out as Scott grabbed his hand and the two rushed out of the house. Liam was surprised to find that Scott had driven his mom car, instead of his bike. It explained why Scott's hair was so neat earlier in the night.

Scott drove fast in the night. The warehouse was way across town and would normally take about 30 minutes but at the speed they were going Liam figured they'd be there in 10 minutes. Scott also seemed to know the city well enough that he could avoid most of the traffic lights and high volume street. They didn't speak much on the drive to the warehouse. Scott called Derek which was a brief conversation and Stiles called Liam to check how far away they were from the warehouse. Not knowing how they were getting there, Liam guessed 5 minutes, but within a minute of hanging up with Stiles they were at their destination. The warehouse was dilapidated and the lack of street lights in the area made it look extra creepy in the night.

Scott wasted no time getting out of the car and making his way inside. Liam ran quickly to keep up with him. After descending down two wobbling staircases and through a narrow hallway, Scott and Liam arrived where Lydia had stumbled upon the body of another mummified man.

"Scott," Lydia cried out as soon as she saw him. Lydia was dressed up as if she had much more festive plans than the one she found herself in. She was in tears and looked as if she was just coming down from a hysterical cry. Scott rushed over and hugged her tightly a gesture Lydia seemed to greatly appreciate. Liam couldn't help but smile at how tender Scott was with Lydia.

Stiles and Malia were bent down over the body, while Kira, with her sword in hand kept a watchful eye on the other side of the hallway. She only looked back toward Liam long enough to give him a quick hello smile. Liam didn't get to close to the body, but from the flashlight, lights that Stiles and Malia were pointing at it he could tell that something was different about it. The body in the vet's office was dried out like it had been that way for years, however this body still looked moist. It was shriveled and twisted, but there was a slight sheen to it, something Stiles pointed out when Scott asked him about the body.

"Shouldn't we call the sheriff," Liam asked knowing that he was Stiles' father.

"He knows, but right now another dead body to investigate isn't what he needs," Stiles explained. "Until we get more info it's best the sheriff's department doesn't get too involved." The way Stiles spoke it was as if he were some kind of private investigator himself.

"What's he doing here," Derek's voice coming from behind him made Liam jump. He quickly walked over closer to where Scott and Lydia were standing. Derek appeared from the darkness of the hallway to the dimly moonlit area of where they found the body.

"He was with me when Stiles called," Scott said. "I didn't have time to take him home." Liam was slightly confused at why Scott just lied to Derek, but decided not to dwell on it too much. Derek didn't seem like the type you could explain your feelings to. Derek sucked in his cheek making his scowl more intense, but then proceed to ask about what happened. Lydia explained that she was supposed to be having dinner with her parents but found herself at the warehouse instead. She couldn't remember how she got there but upon discovering the body she called Stiles immediately.

"You haven't done that for a while," Derek pointed out Lydia's inability to remember finding the body. Over the years she had learned to better control her ability. She was able to sense death well before it happened and even pinpoint where the death could possibly take place, but these deaths were different.

"It's like they're happening spontaneously," she tried to explain. "As if the killer doesn't even know it's going to happen. I'm better able to predict it when the death is pre-mediated."

"Well why are you able to sense it at all if they're not pre-mediated," Malia asked. Still holding on to Scott Lydia shrugged unable to answer the question.

"Maybe the monster doesn't want to kill but can't control it," Liam suggested. Everyone looked at him. Noticing this Liam blushed with embarrassment.

"What do you mean," Stiles asked. Liam looked around at everyone who all seemed to want an explanation of his statement.

"Well without my meds," Liam started feeling even more embarrassed to admit he was on medication. "If I get angry it doesn't matter how much I don't want to freak out I just do. I can't control it."

"Like turning for the first time," Scott said. Liam looked at Scott and the two share a knowing stare.

"Well whether or not it meant to kill, we need to kill it before it goes after anyone else," Derek proclaimed.

"You killed the first one and we still don't know what it is," Malia argued. "We have no idea how many more are out there."

"Well we know this, twenty years ago 10 people died because of something just like this before it mysteriously disappeared," Derek replied. "We know it's a shape-shifter and we know it's going after men."

"Wait, is this a man," Stiles asked. Once again everyone looked at Liam. Liam gave a huff and bent down to get a better view of the body. It was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen in his life, but there was something even more usual about it.

"Yes, it's a man," Liam said as he rose back up. "But something is weird."

"Yeah it's gooey," Stiles stated.

"No, that's not what I meant" Liam argued. Liam bent back down and took a deep breathe. "He smells like jasmine."

"Smells like a decomposing corpse to me," Malia stated with a frown. She too stood back up. Stiles leaned back over and took a deep breath.

"No I'm with Liam," he agreed. "It's smell like flowers. Anyone else smell that."

"I do," Lydia confessed. Stiles looked over at Kira who walked up to get a better smell. Standing only inches away she stopped and winced in disgusted.

"Death," she said holding her nose. "Definitely smells like death." Scott and Derek also agreed the body reeked.

"Interesting," Stiles stated. "Humans smell flowers, Liam specifically jasmine, werewolves and werecoyote and the fox smells dead body."

"Let's get it to Deaton. Maybe he'll have some ideas," Derek said as he walked over the body.

An hour later the body was at the vet's clinic, Lydia was asleep in Deaton's office, Stiles was typing away on his laptop and Deaton, Scott and Derek were pouring over lore in the surgical room. Malia, Kira and Liam were sitting in the waiting room up front trying not to be too bored.

"I was supposed to be having sex tonight," Malia said frustrated. Liam chuckled thinking Malia just took the words right out of his mouth. "What were you doing Kira?" Kira was balancing her sword on her fingers.

"I was doing homework," she sighed. "Pretty exciting, right?"

"You and Derek aren't hooking up anymore," Malia asked. Liam's ears perked up at this new information. Kira blushed slightly. "What was it supposed to be a secret," Malia asked with a laugh.

"No, but he can hear us," Kira whispered. Malia rolled her eyes. "Beside we weren't hooking up. We only kissed a couple of times. It's not a big deal."

"Right," Malia replied sarcastically. She then turned her attention to Liam. "So you and Scott having sex yet," she asked. Liam blushed and smiled big.

"No Malia, not yet," he admitted.

" From what I hear you're in for a real treat," Malia stated with a smirk. The three laughed, Liam's was more of a nervous laugh. He slouched down in the chair he was sitting in and looked around the dimly lit room. On the surface it was a normal vet's office, horribly patterned cushy chairs, dog toys in a bin, brochures in a brochure holder, animal lovers' magazines that were three years old on the coffee tables. Liam sighed at the thought of what people would do if they knew the truth about this place. As he surveyed the room his eyes caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall.

"Shit," he said hoping up quickly. "It's 10:30 already? I've got to get home."

"I'll take you," Kira said as she stood up. "There's nothing to do here anyway. I might as well go home too."

"Can I stay at your place tonight," Malia asked jumping up with excitement.

"Malia, do you ever go home," Kira asked. Malia gave Kira a pensive look.

"Only when I need to do laundry," she answered. Kira smirked at her.

"Come on you crazy bitch," Kira mused.

"Hey I'm going to tell Scott goodbye," Liam said. He walked back to the surgical room. As he walked up he could overhear their conversation.

"That was an interesting observation Liam made, "Deaton said.

"Yeah but there's nothing referencing a monster that smells like jasmine in any of these books," Derek said frustrated. "So a lot of help you're little boyfriend was, Scott."

"No but it is a lead," Stiles argued. "Maybe my dad can find a statement in the cold case files from 20 years ago."

"This is pointless," Derek snapped back. "We should be out looking for it.

"Derek will you calm down," Scott said sternly. "We'll figure out what this thing is and we'll take care of it. Beside Liam's right whatever monster this is it might not know what it's doing, which mean it could be anybody." Liam smiled at the way Scott was taking what Liam had said to heart.

"Wow the kid's know about werewolves for five seconds and now he's an expert on how our world works," Derek hissed. "He shouldn't be here, or know about any of this stuff at all."

"Well I want him hear," Scott shout back. "If you have a problem with it, then just deal Derek." Liam could hear the older wolf growl, then stalk off out the back. Silence filled the air.

"You know he is kind of right," Stiles said. "I mean Liam was almost killed by one of these things. The one that killed those other two could have been at the bowling alley, and caught Liam's scent. Whether it know what's doing or not Liam could be in danger, man."

"All the more reason to keep him close," Scott argued. "I'm not letting anything happen to him, Stiles. I refuse to let anything happen to him."