Hey guys :)! So this chapter poofed into existence much faster than I expected! It honestly kind of just flowed smoothly out of my head and into the document! It's shorter than the others, but I wanted to include a little scene to have a little fun with potential powers that Scott and Stiles have now ;). The chapter title is inspired by the movie of the same title, which is about the brilliant mathematician Dr. John Nash (may he rest in peace :) ). I LOVED writing this scene and exploring how Stiles's mind could possibly see things when he's solving problems. I really admire that people have so many different ways of thinking and that our brains and minds can be configured so uniquely, so I enjoyed playing with that. Also, if you haven't watched Sherlock or NUMB3RS, you totally should! At least one of the two if not both. Plus, NUMB3RS gives such an inspiring insight into just how much we truly see math in the world around us :).

Speaking of academics, I have no idea if 2,048 is an appropriate answer for this type of a physics problem :P. I really wanted this scene to take place in AP Biology, but it occurred to me that, having never taken the class myself, I have NO idea what questions I could ask. So I stuck with Physics, because I've referred to it before in this story, and it was the class I took my Senior Year of high school. So there :).

I have included some canon plot from Season 5 ;). I'll probably continue to do that just because I really enjoy the story structure this season. Though I will end up rearranging some of the scenes to fit into the context of my story. Whatever, we'll see how this unravels :D.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, or any of the references I make.

Chapter 4: A Beautiful Mind

"Um, I'm sorry, that's incorrect," the teacher stated.

Lydia looked as though someone had told her that Lord Voldemort was coming back from the dead. "B- but, I don't understand; my calculations are correct, and they coincide with the diagram…"

"Lydia, it's ok; free body diagrams are a bit tricky to construct. Let's have another student take a crack at it."

"No, no it's fine; I can double check everything. I'm sure I've interpreted the problem right-"

"Lydia," the teacher commanded firmly, "It's all right; just sit down." The banshee stopped, and she dejectedly walked back to her seat. Scott and Stiles turned to her and each gave sympathetic smiles. She returned those with a look that was a mix of Thanks guys and Shove off.

"Scott? Why don't you have a go?"

The werewolf whipped around in his seat and stared at the teacher, dumbfounded. "Sorry?"

He could tell the teacher was resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "The problem. How much net force is needed to pull this car up this slope?"

Scott was baffled. Yeah, he knew nothing about this problem, or physics in general, but he did know that it wasn't too hard for someone like Lydia. "Sir, I think Lydia should get another chance to solve it; maybe there was a minor error…"

"I appreciate the generosity, Scott, but my math is most definitely correct; I've run these numbers three times already," declared Lydia with a haughty tinge to her tone. Scott groaned, wishing for anything to get him out of this spotlight. Stiles reached over and patted his back in an attempt to encourage him. "Scott, it'll be fine; you can do this. Just…look at the problem, and try to picture it."

Though he understood no more of the problem, the friendly contact did make Scott feel a little bit better. So, he reluctantly turned back to face the board and stared at the illustration depicted there that represented the question. "…Five?" He took a rather blind guess.

The rest of the class snickered while Lydia just rolled her eyes and Stiles smacked his palm on his forehead. The teacher narrowed his eyes. "Ha, very funny. Now try again, and actually use the MATH this time."

Scott growled but again stared at the problem. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and willed himself to focus. He opened his eyes and tried to make sense of the car moving up the slope...

Wait. What? He had to blink a few times to confirm that the little cartoon car was actually moving up the cartoon slope, being pulled by the cartoon rotating pulley system. In short, the full sketch of their physics problem was moving on the chalkboard before his very eyes. He was about to ask to see the nurse- clearly he was experiencing severe hallucinations -but he soon realized that the more he watched the drawing move, the more it made sense. Little arrows starting forming around the drawing, and angles were being marked at various points. Without much conscious thought, Scott got up from his seat and wandered to the board. He picked up a piece of chalk and recreated his mental diagram on the original sketch. He stepped back to view his work, and his eyes lit up as the arrows seemed to form some sort of pattern. He hastened to sketch the arrows separately as their own cluster and eventually formed a defined free body diagram, marking angles when necessary. At that point, Lydia had seemed to reach an epiphany too, and she immediately scribbled on her own piece of paper. Stiles meanwhile just stared in awe at his best friend's sudden spark of inspiration.

Scott rushed to his seat to grab his calculator and rushed back to the board, punching in numbers along the way. After scrawling down a few formulas, he finally wrote down a final number in large font and circled it. Beaming brightly, he turned to face the teacher. "2,048 Newtons," the teen declared proudly.

If their Physics teacher was himself a cartoon, his jaw would have been touching the floor right now. No way would he have expected any of his students except Lydia and maybe Stiles to solve this problem THAT quickly, especially Scott. He quickly flipped through his notes to verify the answer. "Uhh, yes. That is in fact the correct answer!"

Lydia gave a tiny but very noticeable squeak, as she had just calculated the same answer with her original force diagram corrected. Stiles stared at Scott with utmost curiosity. The alpha wore a goofy grin, clearly surprised himself at his sudden accomplishment. Stiles frowned in confusion; the last time he saw Scott with this exact expression was that one time on the lacrosse field two years ago when he was just discovering his werewolf powers… Wait a minute…

The bell rang before any other comment could be made. The teacher quickly mentioned the homework assignment for that day and then moved to get ready for his next class. Stiles grabbed his stuff and caught up with his friend just as the werewolf was walking out the door, his grin still plastered on his face.

"Dude, what the hell was that?" Stiles interrogated.

"I dunno! All I did was stare at it, and the picture started moving!"

Stiles almost tripped over himself. "Wait, did you say moving?"

"Yeah, it was kind of cool! Like my brain was doing all the scratch work for me! Ok, that doesn't make much sense… But you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I definitely do…" Stiles trailed off, not sure if he should be more concerned with how crazy it sounded, or how familiar it sounded. His mind spiraled into a torpedo, analyzing every mental piece of evidence he could find in his memory. All of a sudden, he put two and two together and stopped in his tracks, halting Scott as well. "Hey, the super hearing is a werewolf thing."

Scott turned to face his best friend and slowly nodded. "Yes…"

"And the lie detection too."

"Uhh, yeah; you know that, Stiles. What does that have to do with anything?"

"I think whatever "bond" we've created has made me share some of your powers."

Scott chuckled, "Well yeah! As an alpha, it would make sense to have them-"

"Forget about alphas!" Stiles blurted. It was clear that this was still a touchy subject for him. "Scott, if I have your skills…"

It took a minute, but finally Scott realized what the other teen was implying. "Oh," he merely responded. He pondered for another minute. "So, are our minds…"fused"…or something?"

Stiles scrunched his face, finding that concept slightly weird. "Sort of, but not really, but maybe? They're connected somehow."

Scott nodded. "That explains us feeling each other's emotions."

Stiles let out a haughty laugh. "That's for sure."

The two stood for a moment, then decided to continue down the hall to their next class. Soon, Scott spoke up. "Is that really what your thought process is like? How you solve problems?"

Stiles shrugged. "Yeah," he admitted, gently blushing, "I visualize the problem and sort of sketch it in my head to get a better picture of it. It's how my mind works." He looked up, expecting to hear a snicker elicited from his friend.

Scott didn't laugh though. Instead, the kindest smile spread across his face. "Dude, that's really awesome! You really are like Sherlock! Or Dr. Nash! Or you know what? You're EXACTLY like that guy from NUMB3RS!"

Stiles blushed severely this time at the allusionary compliments. "I'm not THAT great; I just have a unique way of figuring stuff out."

"Yeah, and so does Professor Eppes."

Stiles chortled, "I'm just glad I could convince you to watch that show."

Scott snorted in return. "It definitely made Calculus a whole lot easier to appreciate."

Suddenly, Stiles stopped. Scott watched him curiously as he cautiously sniffed the air. "Something smells really weird," the human stated.

Scott raised his eyebrows. "Wait, do you mean something smells weird, or something smells…weird?"

Stiles looked up at him with a funny look. "Scott, what in the world are you-?" The answer hit him, and he groaned, "Oh COME ON, please don't tell me I can smell things now…"

But Scott had ignored him, pursuing the mysterious scent himself. Looking right, he realized it was coming from the classroom door they were just passing, which was cracked open. Scott peered in through the window, and one particular student caught his eyes, which soon widened in concern. "Uhh, Stiles? Did you sense anything specific in that scent?"

Stiles scoffed. "I thought that came with practice," he replied sarcastically.

"Stiles, I'm serious!" Scott exclaimed with frustration, "This scent doesn't smell familiar at all." He paused a moment before nervously asking, "You haven't happened to notice anything strange or unusual about Tracy, have you?"

Stiles frowned. "Tracy? Tracy Stewart? Umm, not really. Why? Is she the one that's in there? Is that where the smell is coming from?"

Scott gulped. "Uh huh," he said, alarm slowly rising.

Stiles felt a flash of that alarm. He shook it off at first, knowing what it was now, but as his eyes scanned the room label, alarm of his own took its place as a realization occurred. "Um, Scott, Tracy is in our class; she's a Senior."

Scott nodded slowly. "Mhm," he mumbled.

"Then what is she doing in sophomore World History?"

The alpha released a shaky breath. "I don't know," he whispered. His eyes didn't leave the dark-haired girl sitting in a seat and staring blankly at the board, slightly trembling. "And I have a feeling she doesn't either."