A/N:

Apparently this one update per chapter is going to become a trend. However, I do have some good news. I finish writing the Darkness Among Us and the only challenge will be to make gifs for each chapter post as I update. I have other news as well, I decided that the next story, the third one, will be the final in this series and it be be depicting the events of season four; aka the Benefactor/Berserkers plot lines. Mostly this decision is based on the fact that I'm loosing my muse for this character I've loved so much, and I feel like there's no one reading the story so I'm just really writing for myself, and that's good! I just don't enjoy it as much as I used to and there isn't much feedback anymore.

Anyways- Here's the new chapter!

Eva was staring down at the glass of water that rested in front of Morrell, her eyes narrowed as she focused – until finally the bubbles started to rise to the surface as the water evaporated visibly before them, and Eva's eyes flickered up to Morrell's with pride of what she'd just learned to control.

"You learn fast." Morrell commented as she waved her hand in front of the glass, and the water stilled, almost as if it….froze. Eva's eyes flickered from the glass up to Morrell's face, "What does it feel like, to be able to control your power?" Morrell whispered, and Eva took a deep breath before she shrugged once. "It feels…like the better I control it…the better I am of keeping myself from breaking down more often."

"Do you break down as often as you did before?" Morrell asked, "Do you think it's getting better?"

"Of course it's not getting better." Eva pointed out and shook her head once, "It can't get better. The pain is always there. I just have to learn how to deal with it. I am learning how to deal with it." Eva stressed as her eyes drifted to the ground. Morrell frowned and tilted her head, "It sounds like you're trying to convince someone."

Eva frowned a little and chewed on her lower lip before she shrugged once.

"What are you not telling me?" Morrell asked, and Eva looked up at her. It was funny how the woman never actually showed the concern on her face, but her eyes always melted away her fears and inspired her to talk to her. Eva, however, didn't feel like talking, not really. "Work in progress." Eva sighed as she looked up at her, smiled sadly.

Work in progress was their key word for I'm not ready to talk about it yet. Eva appreciated that Morrell listened and gave advice instead of tutoring her on how to feel like most shrinks would have. It gave Eva the freedom to deal with what she was handling and at the same time share it. She knew she could have talked to Stiles about it or even Allison, but for a reason she didn't want to. And, truth be told, being in a sanitarium almost made Eva feel like she was the sanest person registered in this place's archives, and somehow it made her feel a lot better about herself.

"How's your relationship with Stiles?" Morrell asked, causing Eva to blink in surprise at the sudden question, "Why are you asking?"

"Because we've had over a week of sessions now and you've never mentioned him." Morrell started as she swayed her chair sideways, "Are things not going good?"

Eva frowned and shook her head slowly, "Stiles & I…we moved too fast." Eva shrugged a little as she looked down, "I mean, we had a good thing going on, we still do. We still kiss when we see each other, we still hold hands, we still…act like a boyfriend and a girlfriend, but we don't talk about what happened at the lake house, or that night, or anything that happened the last couple of months. I don't remember the last time Stiles & talked about something supernatural." Eva mumbled as she crossed one leg over the other and shrugged a little.

"Why do you think that is? That you and Stiles don't talk about what happened any more. It's very much part of your lives now, you can't ignore it." Morrell pointed out and Eva looked up at her. It took Eva a while to find something to say, "I guess…I don't want to lose him."

Morrell frowned and tilted her head, "What makes you think you're going to lose him?"

"It's just…all of this, it scares me." Eva shrugged, "I don't want him to feel like I'm too much for him to handle."

"Don't you think that's something for Stiles to decide?" Morrell lifted a brow and crossed one leg over the other. Eva licked her lower lip and rolled her shoulders into a shrug, "Should I talk to him?" Eva asked as she started wringing her hands together, "Would that help at all?" Eva wondered, somewhat to herself, but still wondered. Morrell took her time to answer the question, and the answer she had wasn't one that satisfied Eva, "I think that should go on your work in progress list." She said with a brief smile, and Eva had to press her lips together so not to show her dissatisfaction, before she got up slowly. "Thanks." She tried to smile before she picked up her bag and left Morrell's office.

Eva glanced around the long corridor, her eyes skipping over the doors that each led to a separate group therapy session, ones which were ongoing and ones which weren't. Eva didn't know what it was about Eichen House that made the shivers move up and down her spine whenever she stepped foot into it – she at first thought it had to be something about stepping into a sanitarium, despite the fact that she despised feeling somewhat irked when in reality she was probably more damaged than she let on.

But now she knew for sure it wasn't just the fact that Eichen House was a sanitarium. She knew that now because she stopped getting goosebumps whenever she saw one of the patients. They all felt pretty normal to her – and even when Eva knew she wasn't allowed to snoop around hospital grounds any more, today in particular, she felt like she could. And she was searching for one patient in particular.

Daniel.

She'd met the guy only once that day and hadn't run into him again ever since, but she'd wanted to. He seemed so brash and almost too sane to be locked in a place like this. Something about him reminded her of how she'd gotten after the hospital. So after some long thinking, she decided she'd go searching for him.

Eva tiptoed around the nurses slowly, managing to make her way around the lobby without being caught. After all, she'd finished the session earlier than she usually did and they wouldn't have been expecting her now. Eva walked along the corridors quietly until she found herself in front of stairs. One flight went downwards, the other went up. And while Eva knew the sanest decision would be to go up, she didn't, instead, she moved down. With every step she took, the place seemed to grow colder. Eva could literally see her breath as she exhaled slowly.

She wrapped her arms around herself as she descended downstairs, and frowned when her path was blocked by a barred door. Eva almost immediately took that as a sign to leave and get the hell out of that place, except the barred door had swung open, just like that. Eva hesitated, glancing back as she tried to keep warm, the temperature dropping too fast for her liking. But eventually, she stepped forward, every step she took echoing in the hallowed halls of the place. Eichen House. The word seemed too awfully familiar to Echo House. And Eva realized that must have been why it was called that – Echo House. But it didn't faze her still, when she knew it should have, she still walked forward. Her eyes flickering across the walls whenever she heard a new echo, whispers, and in the distance she heard someone screaming.

That was when Eva stopped walking.

The screaming started getting louder, so loud they didn't' seem like echoes any more. Eva could feel the panic engulf her as she stepped back slowly, as if the ground would crack underneath her feet if she moved any faster. But when the screams started to sound like they were coming from inside her own head, Eva turned to run. Except she ran into someone, who immediately reached out to grab the tops of her arms.

"What the hell are you doing down here?" Daniel demanded, his eyes holding more anger than concern. Eva, however, was in the process of trying to compose her frantic breath, staring up at him, still stunned. It wasn't until after a long moment of staring down at her that his voice dropped to a whisper, and his eyes displayed that crazed appearance to them that Eva quickly stepped away from him, out of his hold on her.

"You can hear it too." He deduced, and Eva swallowed thickly as she looked over her shoulder at the hallway again – it was all gone, the screaming, the cold. Everything. Eva quickly turned to him again and shook her head, "I don't know what you're talking about." Eva whispered hurriedly, pushing past him towards the stairs. Never did she want to get the hell out of that hospital until she did now.

"You heard the screaming too!" Daniel exclaimed as he hurried after her, but Eva pushed herself up on the stairs, the two flights she descended starting to seem like they'd stretched into four. But one thing had made her stop moving.

"I'm the part of the bird that's not in the sky."

Eva looked up from where she paused by the rails, her eyes falling on that one guy that was tying sheets around the railings. "I'm the part of the bird that's not in the sky."

It took Eva a whole minute to register what exactly was going on. Her eyes followed the wringed cloth over the pillar that was in the ceiling; to the noose that she was pretty sure was wrapped around the guy's neck. "I can swim in the water yet still remain dry."

"Stop, stop, stop…" Eva whispered under her breath as she glanced around. Where was the staff? Why wasn't anyone there to stop him? "Stop…Stop!" Eva's voice had gotten louder, but her limbs felt heavier. The fear welded her feet to the ground, she could barely even move.

"I'm the part of the bird that's not in the sky," The man whispered as he climbed onto the railings, "I can swim in the water yet still remain dry." And he pushed himself off.

Eva screamed as she turned away, her eyes shut tightly as the hands that gripped the railing so hard fell loose, and her body slid down to the step of stairs she was standing on. She was gasping for breath, her eyes slowly flickering open as she felt the tremor of shock take over her being. In the blurred vision before her, she saw a figure move towards her. At first, Eva thought it was a girl, but when she heard Daniel's voice she realized it wasn't.

"Let's get you out of here." He whispered as he reached to grab the tops of her arms and pull her up on her feet, this time he was gentler. He helped her up the remaining stairs, all the while Eva's mind was still processing what had just happened and what she had just witnessed, when someone's voice broke through her trance, "What the hell happened? Why was she downstairs?"

Eva looked up to see the obvious anxiety on Cole' face as he quickly took hold of Eva's elbows, "How the hell would I know? I thought that was your job!" Daniel spat back, before he lowered his voice, "She saw it. She saw what happened."

Cole' eyes drifted down to Eva's face, one that had lost color, before he frowned and nodded slowly. The patients gathered around the stairs were all being ushered to their rooms, away from the stairs. Eva didn't see people panicking or screaming, just some whispers and words of sympathy floating around in the crowd, echoing around her. "I want to leave." She whispered frantically as she looked up at the male nurse, "Get me the hell out of this place."

Cole nodded as he quickly managed to get a stumbling Eva out of the patient's door towards the lobby, one that Eva actually saw as the warmest place in the whole hospital now. She managed to walk properly by the time they'd reached the front door, Cole still at her side, his hands still hovering underneath her elbows.

Eva looked up, her eyes skipping across the parking around the facility, all over the sidewalk – no Camaro, no Jeep. She glanced around frantically, pushing out of Cole' hold as she stepped out in the middle of the street.

"Eva, if no one's here to pick you up yet then just stay inside!" Cole called out to the girl, watching as she lingered in the middle of the road, her teary eyes waiting for something, anything. "I'm not going back in there." Eva shook her head slowly as she glanced sideways at Cole. However, his face turned from the kind demeanor she was sure he was told to use with fragile patients, to one of genuine horror. "Watch out!"

Eva's eyes turned back to the road just as she saw a car zooming past the speed limit towards her. Just like before, her limbs felt heavier than lead, and she couldn't move out of the way. She couldn't help it as her eyes caught a glimpse of the girl behind the wheel – she could have seen she saw her eyes glow a dark crimson that ran shivers through her frame, shivers she'd felt before. But that was all Eva could do, stare. Had it not been for Derek appearing out of nowhere to literally pick her up and hurry to the sidewalk, Eva was almost positive she would have been as good as dead the next second.

And when she looked up to peer underneath Derek's arm, the car swerved to the left, then to the right, then directly onto the sidewalk and into the street light pole that stood there.

Eva looked up when Derek stepped away, "Are you okay?" He asked as he pressed his hands on her shoulders, his eyes flickering across her figure, scanning her petite frame for any signs of injury, before he finally sighed in relief and looked up to meet Eva's gaze, "Eva?" He whispered again, frowning when he saw the girl's eyes glued to the car.

"I'm fine." She whispered, feeling somewhat lightheaded, "I'm…I'm fine." Eva looked up at Derek before she stepped away from him, towards the car. "Eva, wait." Derek called out as he followed her, but Eva didn't stop. She walked towards the car, the fact that the very same vehicle almost crushed her to possible death lost on her as the curiosity gnawed on her. She moved around it slowly until she found herself by the driver's seat window, and she gulped, because the driver had been launched through the wind shield, lying on the hood.

She still didn't stop. Trying to control her gag reflex, Eva moved towards the hood – it was definitely a female, someone young. Her hair was almost the shade of brown as Eva's, though looking disheveled just like it should be. Eva could barely hear Derek hovering behind her now, or Cole who was yelling into his phone at some deputy at the police station –all she could hear were her converses moving across the asphalt ground and her own heartbeat. She finally came to look at the woman's face, and Eva felt her heart stop.

She wasn't just staring at a girl, dead, on the hood of a car that almost killed her. Eva was staring down at herself. She was staring down at her own mirror copy.

That's when her eyes opened, and instead of her hazel hues, Eva saw red eyes – ones that glowed red, completely red. No pupils, no details, nothing. Just red, striking a terror in Eva that made her stumble back, "Oh my god…" She whimpered as she turned back to Derek, "Do you…Can you…see..?" Eva stuttered before she turned back to her mirror copy when Derek's reaction seemed to hold the same confusion on Eva's face.

And everything happened so fast afterwards, but still so slow that Eva could register every detail.

She saw the spark underneath the car at the same time Derek had, and he was quick to react, quickly he pushed Eva to ground and hovered above her as the car went up in flames, then in pieces. Eva could feel the heat around her and see the shards clash to the ground around her. But her head was spinning and her ears were ringing, and when she dared rest her head against the asphalt, her world was swallowed into darkness.

When Eva began to make sense of the world around her, the first thing she could feel was the sickening rocking that made her stomach churn. She let out a small groan and pressed her lids shut tightly, swallowing down the urge to just throw up what little she'd had for breakfast that day. It took her a while to realize she was moving. She could barely hear the talk around her, but only because her ears were still ringing because of the explosion. She heard one voice though, one she could distinctly make out of all the white noise and the ringing, one Eva was sure she'd be able to make out in a rock and roll concert, and she whispered, "Stiles…"

"I'm here, right here." She heard him say as she felt his hands take one of hers. "You're in an ambulance okay." Stiles informed her before she could even ask, and Eva let her lips fall slack as she let out a small groan to acknowledge what he'd said. "The paramedics said you might have a concussion so just hold still till we get to the hospital, okay?"

"The girl…" Eva breathed out, "The car…The girl…" Stiles frowned as he stared down at her, brushing her hair out of her face, "Just try to relax." Stiles mumbled under his breath as he watched her pull her brows together, before her body relaxed again and Stiles could tell she just lost consciousness again. He looked up at one of the paramedics in alarm, but the man assured him, and Stiles sighed.

That day was probably the one day Stiles didn't send Eva a text during one of her sessions for her to see when she got out – the day he picked up lunch and headed to the station to just spend a semi-normal evening with his father. That was one of the new deputies had barged into the office with a report that someone had almost ran over a girl in front of Eichen House, then the line got cut off.

Stiles had had the worst possibilities as he climbed into the jeep and sped after his father's car, wedging himself in front of a couple of other squad cars as well. By the time he got there, the ambulance was already loading up his unconscious girlfriend – and again, for the third time in one year, Stiles felt the cold wash over him as he stared at another possibility of losing her.

Of course now he knew it was mostly just a concussion, and he hoped everything else the doctors would say there would mean that, but he could still the sickening feeling make him lose his focus on staying focused, making his head think a thousand thoughts at once and turning his critical mind into a mess of absolute cacophony. But he held her hand and tried to remain calm for her sake, even when she was unconscious.

Eva stirred again when the ambulance was nearing the hospital, this time she seemed more aware and less disoriented, which made Stiles begin to get a grip of himself more. "We're at the hospital now, okay?" Stiles muttered as Eva opened her eyes slowly, and he watched as she squinted in a struggle to get some good vision. By the time they were inside and Eva was on one of the bed, being checked by none other than Scott's mom, she was almost fully awake.

"You're okay, but I think you do have a concussion. We have to order an MRI just to make sure." Melissa started as she smiled down at Eva, then looked up at Stiles, her expression only making her calm down even more. "We'll do that when your dad gets here, to get consent."

"I'm eighteen." Eva sighed a little, and turned to look up at Melissa, "I turned eighteen two weeks ago." Eva whispered, and Melissa lifted both brows, somewhat surprised, before she nodded once, "We'll get right on it then."

"You don't have to, I'm fine." Eva said again, only this time she was pushing herself up, blinking furiously as she sat up slowly. Stiles was at her side, one hand pressed against her back as he helped her sit up. He watched her expression turn into a nauseated one, just as Melissa did, and she shook her head once, "You need an MRI." Melissa said firmly, "A neuro consult will confirm my words." Melissa muttered as she glanced back at the doctor heading their way.

Eva eventually sighed heavily as both the doctor and Melissa left, and Stiles turned to her, before he sat down in front of her and frowned. "What happened?" He asked, pulling his brows together.

Eva looked up at him, her eyes meeting his gaze as she tried to decide what she could make out in her head right now. She remembered it all clearly but all the details were mixed together, "I don't know." She whispered, "It all happened so quickly. I don't know."

Stiles heaved out a sigh, before he reached out and took her hand again, "You-"

"I know." Eva mumbled, "I'm sorry." She looked down guiltily, and sighed when she felt Stiles lean closer to wrap his arms around her. He didn't how much more of this he could take of the continuous fear that he was going to lose someone again, lose Eva, but he knew that for now he had to bear it. For her, at least.