Author's Note: This one's a bit short. I own nothing.

The Bus

"I'm telling you there's no body he's not dead. Incongruous, somebody define it." Scott sighed as Boyd and Isaac curled up in the seat in front of them. Isaac was whimpering slightly. Boyd nodded at Stiles.

"Can you use it in a sentence?" Stiles sighed.

"Yeah. It's completely incongruous that we're sitting on a bus heading to a cross country meet after what happened last night, which none of you told me about until Scott showed up at my house with a chunk out of his side, which still hast healed. You are all in the dog house as far as I'm concerned." Boyd hunched in on himself slightly. Isaac looked like a puppy that had just had its tail stepped on. Stiles glanced over at the seat across the bus from them. Ethan was checking his phone again. Stiles' eyes dipped back to the ipad in her hands.

"Come on someone define it." Scott sighed.

"Crazy, stupid, out of place." Stiles nodded and flipped her finger across the screen.

"Alright next. Darach." They were silent for a moment. Stiles sighed.

"It's a noun for those who were wondering." Scott growled slightly. Stiles rolled her eyes slightly.

"We need to talk about it at some point! Four people are dead, two more missing. We need to talk about this." Scott leaned his head against the window, he looked green around the edges. Stiles sighed. Too much had happened in the past day. Derek was MIA, the rest of the pack believed him dead but Stiles couldn't believe it. Something in her told her that he was still alive that she would know if Derek ever really died. She rubbed a hand through her hair and shoved her tablet back into her bag instead pulling out her book. She flipped to the back.

"There's a section in my mothers book, it deals with druids. It doesn't say anything about a darach. So I did some research last night, while you lot were out trying to get yourselves killed." She pulled a sheaf of paper out of her book. Isaac frowned.

"Do you ever sleep?" Stiles shook her head.

"Lately no. But that doesn't matter." Boyd shook his head.

"Kinda matters to us." Stiles glanced up at him. If she wasn't mistaken it sounded like he cared. She shook her head again and rifled through the papers.

"Now I didn't find much about the Darach itself, the internet has failed me yet again." Isaac frowned.

"If you didn't find much what's all that?" Stiles kept digging.

"Information on Lai Lines. Sort of magical conduit lines. It's actually fascinating stuff and if the maps I found are right Beacon Hills has a ton of them running through it, which I think is why the Darach picked our quaint little town for its murder spree but that's not important right now." She made a noise of triumph and fished out a piece of paper covered in symbols. She spun it around and pointed to a symbol on the bottom of the page.

"Look familiar?" Boyd nodded. It was the symbol from the bank where they'd found Cora Hale and the beta's the alpha pack had forced her to kill. Boyd frowned.

"Why is that important though?" Stiles sighed.

"That symbol keeps cropping up. Along with a few others." She pointed to the hastily drawn versions of Derek's tattoo next to the symbol of the alpha pack.

"They all mean something. Derek's tattoo is a triskelion. They usually are used to refer to a holy or sacred trinity. Maiden, Mother, Crone, to some. Father, Son, and Holy spirit to others, but to him it means Alpha, Beta, Omega. But the Alpha packs symbol is twisted. The curves are replaced with jagged edges. Harmony with chaos. Because a pack isn't supposed to be all alphas." Boyd nodded his eyes flicking to Scott who was still leaning against the window looking worse by the minute. Stiles noticed Boyd wasn't paying attention to her anymore and glanced at Scott. She swore under her breath and yanked on his shirt. That more than anything seemed to wake him up. He yelped and jumped away from her hands she scowled at him.

"You big baby. I cant help you if you don't show me why it's not healing." Scott let her pull up the side of his shirt that was covered in black and red fluid. Stiles swore and flicked through her book. She found what she was looking for and glanced around. So far no one else on the bus had taken notice of them but this was about to get a bit more interesting. She glanced up at Isaac and Boyd.

"Keep a lookout." Isaac's hand shot out, grabbing hold of Stiles' wrist.

"What if Ethan finds out?" Stiles glared at him.

"I don't care right now, my best friend is dying. I'm not losing him." Isaac leg go and nodded. He and Boyd turned back to the rest of the bus. Stiles flipped another page and skimmed the page quickly.

"I'm trying to help ok big guy don't scratch me ok." Scott nodded weakly and let Stiles lay a hand on the wound. She took a deep breath and read out the words on the page in a hushed whisper. Her eyes lit up purple and it leaked down through her veins to her hand and out into Scotts wound. He groaned and seized for a minute before breathing a touch easier. The wound still wasn't closing but a thin film of purple light had formed over it keeping him from losing anymore blood. Stiles tilted her head back and groaned. Isaac whirled and missed Ethan turning to them and catching Stiles' eyes flicking from violet back to their normal brown. Boyd growled.

"Boyd, not helping." Stiles swore and pulled her phone out of her pocket.

"Fuck it, I'm calling Lydia." Scott frowned.

"What good is that gonna do? She's back in Beacon Hills." Stiles shook her head glancing out the back of the bus.

"She and Allison have been following us since we pulled out of the lot. I'd bet good money Erica snuck into the car somehow." She pressed the phone to her ear. It took a minute to explain everything to them but after a whispered argument the conclusion that the bus needed to stop. Stiles heaved a sigh and tossed her phone at Isaac to go argue with the coach.