Meditation had been torture to learn. Stiles's ADHD had caused him no end of trouble with meditation. He'd even been kicked out of sunrise meditation after one too many disruptions. Then Dustin had stepped in and had taught him the way Dustin had learned it from one of his own mentors, starting small and extending the time he spent in meditation until he could handle an hour in class. Meditation had become relaxing, as he got better at it. It was a relief to empty his mind and breathe without something intruding.

Stiles often kept that since of calm until he walked out the door.

Today was not to be one of those days. Someone was banging on the door when he wandered in from the backyard. Stiles hurried across the room, put one hand on the mountain ash bokken he kept by the door, and cautiously opened it.

Doctor Oliver stood on the doorstep looking frantic. "You're Stiles Stilinski, right?"

"I am," Stiles said as he released the bokken and stepped back, "come in, please."

"Thank you," Doctor Oliver said. "I need your help."

"I'll do what I can," Stiles replied, "what's going on, Doctor Oliver?" He closed the door and followed the doctor into his box-filled living room.

"Lexi and Leigh are missing," Doctor Oliver said. "Dustin said you had a command center in town?"

"Yeah," Stiles said, "let me throw some jeans on. When did they go missing?"

"This morning. They were walking to the high school because I had to go to Wal-Mart before class and they didn't want to get up an hour early. They never made it to school." Doctor Oliver said.

Stiles nodded as he ducked into his bedroom and got dressed. "You saw them this morning, though, right?"

"We had breakfast together," Oliver said. "We do that every day. They've walked to the high school all the time."

"Aren't they twelve?" Stiles asked as he walked back out, adjusting his coat.

"Thirteen, and they skipped a grade," Oliver replied.

Stiles picked up the case with his weapons in it and slung it over his shoulder. "Let's go down to the pub. Do they have a history of skipping school?"

"Not without telling me first," Oliver said, "I may not always approve, but we try to be honest with each other. Leigh would have texted me at least."

"Not Lexi?" Stiles asked as they walked up the street.

"Ze trusts Leigh to take care of it," Oliver said.

"Do you want to take your car or do you want to walk?" Stiles asked, "I usually run for the exercise."

"I'll drive," Oliver said. "The van's over here."

Because of course, the world's most legendary ranger would drive an actual van. Stiles slid into the front seat and refrained from commenting on how mundane the van made him see. "So, why come to me? My dad's the Sheriff."

"Two reasons," Oliver said, "Dustin said you had a cadet morpher, and you have a command center."

"Technically we call it Neverland," Stiles said, "Either that, or the Den, as in Wolf's Den and Pub."

"Not subtle," Oliver said.

"Neither is 'the Command Center', 'Ninja Ops', 'Rootcore', or 'the Power Chamber," Stiles replied, "But referencing the Den will make people think of the restaurant and microbrewery. JKP was the most popular independent pizza place in Ocean's Bluff and how many people figured out they were Rangers? Three. Dom saw them morph, Luan was confused for Theo, and Fran walked in and saw RJ's security system. How many people figured out the Originals?"

"Every time I go back to Angel Grove, I find out more and more people figured it out," Oliver grunted.

"Let me tell you something I learned," Stiles said, "teenagers with secrets are the most obvious people on the planet. I still don't know how so many people remained oblivious to… what was going on back before I left. The best way to keep a secret is to make a sensible cover."

"Karate club," Oliver said.

"Not going to work," Stiles said after a moment, "that would have to be school sponsored and it would take ten minutes to find out that the club started with the Rangers showed up, and if it has a limited membership it's even more suspicious. A mutual workplace is actually one of the best choices because people then expect you to at least know each other and if you have training at or near your place of work you can say you were 'at work' and not be lying."

"How do you think like that?" Oliver asked.

"Maybe I'll tell you one day," Stiles said with a laugh.

They pulled up in front of the Den and got out. "Come on," Stiles said, he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. "I need to check something real quick, Neverland is the second door on the right and straight up the stairs."

"Seriously?" Oliver asked.

"What?" Stiles asked as he shut off the alarm.

"Second door to the right and straight up the stairs," Oliver said, "is that some kind of joke?"

"I don't think so," Stiles replied.

"Isn't Neverland the second star to the right and straight on until morning?" Oliver said.

"What, oh," Stiles blinked, "I didn't think of that."

"Peter Pan is the twin's favorite play," Oliver said as he walked through the pub. "That's also their favorite way to give directions."

"Huh," Stiles said as he headed for the brewery. "I'll be right up, I promise." He let the brewery door slam behind him as he walked through. Everything was clean, and when he peeked in at the fermenting drinks, everything looked the way it should. He looked at the gleaming brew pots for a long moment, then left the brewery. Beer could wait today.

Oliver was exploring the computers when Stiles came up, "So, why did you need the computers?"

"After the first kidnapping attempt, we put trackers on the twins," Oliver replied. "I haven't had time to cover someone putting in the systems for me track them on my own."

"You, what, RFID chipped them?" Stiles asked.

"It actually creates a signal through the Power," Oliver said, "like the morphers."

"Ah," Stiles said. He called up the satellite that was in geosynchronous orbit over Beacon Hills and switched it over to track Power in the city and preserve. Karyna and Marci were still at the townhouse, given the almost overlapping red and blue/yellow dots. He spotted himself, yellow/purple, and the almost overlapping dot that was black, white, red, and green. "Scanning for power signatures," he said aloud.

A pink/white dot and a red/black dot appeared on the screen.

"That's them," Oliver said, pointing at the dots.

"They're out at the Lost Mine Lake," Stiles said, "that's weird."

"What?" Oliver asked.

"That lake is twenty miles from the nearest parking lot, and another ten from town itself. There's no way they could be out there, not with the terrain." Stiles pointed, "Scott and I hiked out there once, and it took us three days round trip." He smiled a bit, "Dad and Melissa were so pissed. We were only supposed to be gone overnight."

"Then how did they get out there?" Oliver asked.

"I don't know," Stiles said, "but I know someone who can-" He went still.

"What?" Oliver asked.

Stiles switched the screen to refocus on the gryphon they'd been tracking. It was hovering over the Lost Mine Lake. "No way," he said.

"Is that a gryphon?" Oliver asked.

"Maybe," Stiles replied as he hit the phone line button, "Call Scott."

"Stiles," Oliver said.

"Hold on," Stiles replied.

"Hello?" Scott said, sounding incredibly sleepy.

"Scott, its Stiles. I think our winged friend has been busy and it's kind of bad," Stiles said. "How fast can you get the Pack to the Den, please?"

"Give us fifteen," Scott replied.

"Thanks," Stiles said. He hung up and dialed Karyna.

"Walsh," Karyna said.

"Stilinski," Stiles replied, "we've got a problem. Get to the Den and I'll explain. Bring the jewelry, we might need it."

"Got it," Karyna said.

"Stiles?" Oliver asked.

Stiles glanced over at Oliver, "I'm only telling you this because if what I think is about to go down happens, Lexi and Leigh are going to find out anyways."

"All right," Oliver said slowly.

"What do you know about werewolves?"