Staring down at the cursor she watched it blink repeatedly as she read over her text and then for the fourth time deleted it. It was frustrating coming up with a lie should have been second nature but Rory was admittedly off her game. She was frustrated for starters.

The entire day had been shit and nothing had gone to plan. Instead of seeing Laura during free period she dreamed! She had actually had a dream. It wasn't even anything based on reality, it was about candy land and cinnabons. By the time she had woken up she was well rested but frustrated. She tried sleeping through the rest of her class but everytime she would dream vivid outlandish completely impossible dreams. She didn't see the white walls or her throne and she most definitely didn't see Laura.

Now Rory was desperate. She needed to see Derek, she needed to interrogate and get answers because her brain had completely cut her off from Laura and she couldn't stop thinking.

Why was Laura ripped apart? Why would the guy go so far to kill her? Why did he have to leave her body in the woods naked? What did he use to kill her? Was he the one who put the Raven in her locker? Was he watching her?

And why would this guy go after Mr. Myers?

It didn't make any sense.

It was related; she just didn't know how.

She needed to know how.

She just needed an excuse, a reason to go off into the Reserve without having suspicion on her back or worse if Nat wanted to join her. That would be her luck since she might as well be walking on eggshells with the women and she had to be careful not to make a misstep.

"Rory! Thank God, look, I need to talk to you!" The frantically familiar voice of one Stiles Stilinski jumped in her ear.

Was ignoring him rude? Yes? Did he deserve it? No not today he hadn't done anything but take her seat next Erica. Was she that petty to use that as an excuse to ignore him… Yeah probably.

Her mind tuned him out as she tried diving into the why?

Why Laura then the bus driver and what if she was right and it was some guy releasing some animal on people? The bus had a claw mark in the emergency door which was the best irony she had seen this far in her short life but not helpful. What animal could rip into metal?

She thought that maybe she should go take pictures before she left, maybe get a closer look when no one was around. She had half a mind to play Nancy Drew and stop the annoying rumor that it was a cougar. The only joy that stupid gossip brought her was the extensive amount of eye rolls and deep sighs it brought Lydia. After looking at a picture Tracy took she instantly noticed that there were five claw marks instead of four which would be impossible for a cougar.

The blank stare the genius earned for saying that out loud made Rory think that Lydia might hate Tracy just a little bit.

"Rory, seriously, I need to talk to you." So she had blanked out and a Stilinki had blind sided her. That was reasonable cause for screaming in the hall for the second time that day and slamming herself into a locker.

"Shit Stilinski really!" He blinked at her for a moment, his face a mix of guilt and suspicion which didn't make sense and was a weird combination.

"Look I'm sorry I scared you but I really need to talk to you." Her eyes became bored again, eyelids sagging and lips drawing into a frown.

"I wasn't scared, I was surprised. There is a difference really there is. And two, do you just go around pinning everyone to lockers when you need to talk to them?" He blanched then he went red as blood rose up his neck. He took a step back then another making a show out of every step then when he was satisfied he dug his hand into his pocket pulling out two folded up papers.

"Okay see there no longer pinned now do you know what this is?" He asked quickly, unfolding the papers and fumbling slightly. When he got the first one open he handed it to her to look over as he opened the second one.

The familiar dog smiled up at her, its happy and colorful face bringing a ray of sunshine to the rest of the dull room.

"Yeah this is one of the posters Al and I put up last week? Why is it your dog?" She scowled at the thought since Al had met the dog while almost running it over on the open road. She really hoped that the Stilinskis weren't that careless.

"What no. The dogs not the problem! Look at this." Finally getting the other square of paper unfolded he held it up. She could see a bright yellow liner over Allison's phone number.

"Okay and?" Was he seriously wasting her time with this? She had to get to the bus and take pictures before they moved it.

"Look." He started exasperated, his brows furrowing to show his frustration. "Allison's Phone was blowing up all throughout lunch and she said someone had finally called her about this dog!"

"Yeah that's what the flyers are for to find the dogs home!"

"No Rory, you don't get it, look!" Pointing to the side she finally zeroed in on the yellow writing scrawled in messy almost unreadable handwriting.

The note was so jumbled in shitty cursive it read. "I will not wam you again, raven. Watch yourself."

But Rory read between the lines it was a blatant warning.

She blinked once twice and by the third time it clicked.

"Was that? Was that the note that was tied to the raven's leg this morning?" And for the second time that day her stomach churned. Her hands reached out, she took hold of his jacket and she pulled him down to her height. "Stiles! Is that the damn note from the raven!"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you!

"So someone is, what, threatening me through Allison?"

"I think I don't know!" He was nervous now, his hands covering hers as he pried her off him.

Her hands were shaking and she felt the urge to bite her fingertips again.

"Do you know where the Beacon hill preserve is?" She asked suddenly, finally figuring out what she was going to tell Natile.

"Yeah? Why?"

"Can you take me there? I need to talk to Derek."

"Wait what, no, why do you need to talk to Derek?"She ignored him as she brought out her phone and dialed Natiles number putting a smile on her face before the women even picked up.

"Nat hey? Do you mind if I got to the arcade?" There wasn't even a beet before Natile asked were they were going and who with.

"His name is Stiles. He's the Sheriff's son. We were just going to hang out for a bit, nothing too big. Is that okay?"

"Of course I don't have a problem with that. Do you need to stop by and get some money?" She asked as the boy's arms, waved frantically, throwing silent questions her way.

"No, he said he was going to pay." She smiled like the Cheshire when he groaned at her theatrics; her sickly sweet voice caused him to run his hand down his face.

"Well that's nice of him. Look, I'm leaving out tonight so don't stay out too late. The Sheriff did tell me about the curfew so I want you and Lydia home by 8 okay? Especially after today." Her tone got lower as if she was revealing a secret that should stay private.

"Of course Nat I'll let her know." She smiled again even though Natile couldn't actually see her.

"Well okay then stay safe."

"I will!"

"So are you going to tell me why you lied about going to the Arcade or are you going to tell me why you want to see Derek Hale? Cause I'd appreciate it if you told me both." Stilinki asked as he got out the keys to his Jeep.

She rounded it, opening the door and sliding in thinking over whether she should bother letting him in or not. After all it was her that was banging her head on his chest a couple weeks ago unwilling to believe that Scotty boy was a werewolf so why should he believe that she had Laura floating around in her head.

"I need to ask him about his sister."

"You know I think I need to ask you about his sister. Like how did you know who she was? How did you know what she looked like? Why is someone putting dead birds in your locker with threatening notes attached to them? And what did they mean when they said, again?"

"That's not really important." There was a moment when he paused, his face turning frustrated as he looked straight ahead then he muttered something and turned off the ignition pulling the key out.

"Stilinski what the hell! I thought you were.."

"No! You want a ride your gonna tell me what you know because it's not really looking good for you right now. Right now I'm thinking you're the Alpha and Derek's your Beta and that you attacked Laura and you were the one that attacked the bus driver and I'm thinking someone knows about it and that's why they left the bird in your locker! And I've been thinking about this all day and I can't tell Scott because most of it doesn't make sense so tell me Lovette what does! Make it make sense for me!" He spit the words out like fire, getting more frustrated as he tried to justify the logic in his head.

"You think I'm an Alpha and that Derek's my beta and that I killed Laura and attacked the bus driver and are you freaking insane!"

"No I'm not that's why I'm asking!"

"Only an insane person would ask someone that!"

"So why do you need to talk to Derek then? Why were you fine riding with an alleged killer and not me and Scott? Why did you say you were on the bus? Why did you give me your grandfather's book that so far has been completely accurate by the way! And why was there a freaking dead bird in your locker! Who's threatening you!"

"Stilinki shut up, okay I don't have an answer for any of those questions." Her fingertips pressed to her temples she didn't know what was worse: the fact that he was throwing question after question or the fact that he was being so dramatic about it.

"Yes you do!" He hissed, getting more frustrated his hands cradled his head before they burst forward gesturing at her.

"I don't have any answer I'm willing to share okay!"

"Okay fine… Fine I guess we're just going to sit here in silence huh."

Her back hit the set with a thud and she thought about getting out. Yeah that would show him if she just got out she.. wouldn't have a ride to the preserve.

Damn it!

"Okay!" She said finally diving in before she thought about it. "I'm going to start this conversation by reminding you that you think Scott's a wolf boy and you were the crazy one first okay?"

"I'm not-"

"Hold on it's my turn. You can start by answering my question. Like what kind of mental gymnastics did you go through to think that I was the Alpha when the note was clearly warning me to stay out of their business?"

"Well I just.. it's just you.. You knew what Laura looked like, you knew her name, you don't think that's not suspicious. My dad didn't even know what she looked like until we found the top half of the body and they didn't identify her until last Friday!" He was trying to keep a level head while still being defensive. "You knew all that the day before."

"That's because I know her!" Rory flinched and she recognized the irrationality behind each word.

Did she actually know Laura? No she couldn't have because Laura was a projection of who she thought Laura was a coping mechanism for finding her corpse. She had just been lucky that was all.

"You knew her? How did you know her?"

"No, I know her." Her eyes shut and she thought about rolling the window down so she could fling her sanity out. It didn't have any use here just flying around detached from her body and all. "I met her after I found her in the woods. She was already dead."

"How was she already dead if you met her?"

"She was in my dream okay. I met her in my dream. She.. I don't know. She took me to her house and I had to escape the damn thing as it burned around me. When I got outside I saw her and she transformed into.. I don't know something."

"Sh-she what?" The level of insanity was starting to feel uneven and she really didn't want to have this conversation anymore… At this point it was more like a screaming match. The two teens were too stubborn to settle down. His shock wasn't fun his disbelief wasn't enjoyable, it was just embarrassing… for her.

"I don't know Stilinski! I was in the Hale house and it caught on fire and I had to escape and then she turned into something!"

"Wait. Wait were you? In the Hale house I mean we're, did she take you?"

"She didn't take me anywhere, not really I woke up there."

"Okay but where?"

"I don't know the second floor?"

"Were you in a bedroom, the one to the right?" The gears in his brain started turning and she watched as his hand dove for his phone.

"Yeah why?"

"Because after my dad arrested Derek they did a sweep of the house and they found some footprints in one of the upstairs bedrooms. They were too small to be Derek's and at first they thought maybe they were Laura's and he just forgot to get rid of them but. But what if they were yours." Leaning closer he showed her a picture of a dusty old wooden floor.

The footprints were small, they weren't bare or shoe print but more covered like socks.

"Yeah those aren't Laura's she had bigger feet." The remark came out easily in an off handed way and she didn't even think about it until he looked at her.

"I know that my dad had already had someone do a comparison but I thought you only saw the top half of the body."

"Well I mean I did… only see half for a bit." The words came out clunky and uneven and she suddenly loathed this entire conversation.

"For a bit? When did it change?"

"She went away for a bit. I think she came back this past weekend." Turning she was instantly suspensis of the laughable way that Stilinki furrowed brows rose up and his forehead crinkled.

"When you were in the woods this weekend Laura was making you go back to the house!" The realization seemed to excite him before he weathered again.

"Yeah I was aware though I had her answer a question before I moved forward. What? What's with that look?" He was looking guilty now and his moodwings were giving her constant whiplash.

"So she showed back up on Friday? But before that she wasn't there? In your head I mean" she wanted to point out how crazy that made her seem but she held her tongue.

"Yeah?"

"So after we dug up the body?"

Registering what he just said she thudded her head against the headrest. He dug up Laura Hale's body and suddenly she was back in the confines of Rory's white walls. And if all her time of taking in as much horror as she could had served her correctly that means they disturbed her in her place of rest and instead of haunting him she haunted Rory. Which was fine. She liked Laura and she was a great way to pass the time but she had been disturbed.

"That's just a dick move. I mean you couldn't just let the dead lie."

"What! We were just trying to prove Derek was her killer we were trying to help!"

"Shit ton of good that did. The police think a animal did it!"

"Yeah Derek!" And there we go finally the balance was tipping and Stilinki was stepping.

'I've seen Derek, he's a brooding 20 something, not some animal that ripped his sister apart.'

'Just one more I promise, do you think werewolves would leave wolf hairs or human hairs at a crime scene?" She had brushed it off then as him rambling but now damn it now it was starting to make sense.

"Stiiiillleesss!" She groaned as she thudded her head against the headrest as she dragged out his name. His actual name because she didn't think it was right to relate nonsense to his last name. "You think Derek's a werewolf too don't you? And what that he killed his sister in Wolfy form?"

"What, you don't believe that? Even for a second you don't think he could kill someone?"

"No I think he could kill someone just not Laura. He didn't even know that she was in California.

"And if he found out?"

"So what if he did, why would he track her all the way out here just to kill her? I mean that's pretty traceable and even more why would he stick around after killing her? No he didn't do it." Her arms crossed definitely in front of her chest as she jutted out her chin in defiance.

"How would you know did Laura tell you?"

"No, she just said she was meeting some guy In the woods to go over the fire. She didn't know who he was." He opened his mouth but she quickly stopped him. "And going off your logic even if it was Derek that would mean that she was a werewolf so she would have sniffed him out miles away. She would have known."

"You don't know that?" Then he paused because she was right and he knew it. His knee started to bounce as he processed this knee information, the wheels in his mind starting to turn.

"Unless." "Unless!"

It was as if they were on the same train of thought because after a moment they shared a long drawn out glance.

"Whoever it was must have killed Laura because she was an Alpha!"

"Which is why they were able to turn Scott that night because only Alphas can turn people! So this person must have known that she was an alpha and lured her here to take it from her. That's why they ripped her in half so she couldn't heal!" He was going a mile a minute but she found it easy to keep up; she was even able to stomach the fact that he just said Scott was a werewolf with his entire chest.

"So if Derek's not an alpha we know it couldn't have been him. So what color are his eyes?" She asked her hands going for his bag where she knew he horeded her book.

"I don't know actually." And the train was slowing

"You don't know?" She stopped her hands coming back to her chest.

"I've never actually seen his eyes."

"Then why the hell are we sitting here speculating! You don't even have proof." She hissed, crossing her arm.

"I don't need proof that he's a werewolf he already said he was. I need to know if he's the Alpha!"

"Yeah, I don't know if I really believe that you think I'm a werewolf and you have no proof." The train had completely come to a grinding halt. "Okay just start the car."

"Wait, why?"

"Why? Let's go confront him!'

"Con.. confront him, and you call me insane you want to go confront a werewolf should I remind you of the dead bird in your locker this morning! What if he put it in there!"

"Listen, even if he didn't kill Lorua, someone did. And maybe he's going around maiming people for information."

"Okay Rory did you just hear yourself! If he's going around maiming people for information why would we go to him!"

"Do you still think I'm the Alpha?" She asked accusingly. "Do you think I'm luring you there so we can both jump you or something? What's wrong with just going and asking some questions."

"Okay I wasn't thinking that I should be?"

"No!"

"Then why did you suggest it?"

"Because if we go together at least Nat knows we're together so she'll probably put out a missing persons report and your name will alert your father. And he'll probably put together that you just got someone thrown in jail for burying their sister so he'll hopefully think it was derek."

"Probably and hopefully. You're basing a suicidal interaction with a werewolf on a probably and a hopefully."

"Are you scared of him?"

"Are you not!"

"No. Look let's just see if he's even at the Hale house if he's not well drop it okay."

"No! No, we are not doing that. I am not going to be the next 187 to end up on my dads radio!" Despite his words he still started the car pulling out.

"Why not don't you want answers?"

"I don't want to die for them!" There was a beat of silence and as he scratched the back of his head. "Okay the only way I will even consider it is if we get Scott first."

"Why! Is there no wolfsbane in this freaking town!"

"Scott has claws, look at me, does it look like I have claws or fangs or anything that can protect me… o-or you?" Sighing she banged into the seat again feeling exactly like she was five years old.

"Okay then let's get Scott then maybe he can show me his Wolfy abilities."

"We can't yet."

"And why not?"

"He's at work."

"Ugh when does he get off?"

"8:30"

She wanted to groan like a child in fact she wouldn't be surprised if she was already doing it.

"Fine then what do you want to do until then? Since we can't go to the Hale house."

"Do we have to do this?" She asked as they neared the door her fingers grappled at the inner fleece of her cloak.

"I just want to see if it helps you get your memories back."

The glass door loomed in front of her and she could swear that she could see the blood smeared across it. Als blood.

"Fine but you have to open the door got it." She hissed, taking a step back and falling behind him.

She didn't want to touch the damn door, she hardly wanted to go on the bus. She had just wanted to take a picture but now, It loomed like a corpse in its own right with memories that she couldn't grasp.

He stepped forward tapping the door open with ease and Rory couldn't help but wonder where that was last night when Allsion was trying to pry it open. He took the liberty of taking the first few steps inside almost as if to show her that the boogie man was gone and it was safe. It was honestly patronizing but Rory didn't think about it too much.

Walking in she noticed the blood spayed all around the back of the bus and there were bloodied handprints that dragged over the ceiling. It was grisly and depressive.

Her lip curled as she took it in and she couldn't get over how the smell of blood seemed trapped in the walls even with the two doors open.

"So? Do you.. do you remember anything?" Behind her Stiles was spinning like a kid trying to take in all the sights but there wasn't any childish delight on his face.

"Nope nothing's." Her hand danced lightly over the first few rows of leathery chairs.

"Okay then how about you describe it. Start from the beginning. Where were you when it started?"

"At the back of the bus but do we really have to…" She cut herself off at her own pitiful voice. Did she have to sound like that? Like a baby?

"I woke up in the back." She started after a huff readjusting her voice to sound a little stronger. Following her words she strolled to the back passing the seat where Scott and Allsion were making out.

As she neared it the door became more familiar and she could distinctly remember having to crawl and push her way up so she could even get into the bus. Kneeling down she ran her hand along the metal entrance and she was sure this was how she came in.

"Wait, I think I came in this way through the backdoor." She called turning back to look at Stilinski but he was gone and the worst part was he had been replaced with something far bigger and ten times more freakish.

Its back was dark and hairy with muscles bulging out unnaturally restricting and contracting against the skin. The beast stood almost as tall as the bus's ceiling, hulking it hunched to fit its entire frame.

She felt the distinct urge to scream but she didn't think it would do any good. After all, no one heard the man's whales and they were so loud. So incredibly horribly loud.

"H-help me please hhlpm." The word gargled in the man's throat and her body moved and she watched it. She could see her own reflection in the window as she slowly climbed on top of a seat onto the seat. Her face felt tightly pressed and horror stricken as she kept her movements tight.

She chose to only move when the man screamed and she had somehow gotten three seats down without drawing the beast's attention when another one caught her eye this one was visibly less monstrous with only his face being grotesquely changed.

She recognized it as the same face from her dream with its beefed up nose and piercing yellow eyes; she vaguely recognized it as Scott. To his record he looked like he was actually trying to help the man… that or rip him apart? She couldn't really say and apparently Scott couldn't either. Where he was trying to form words it only came out as grunts and growls.

Myers screamed again as the two fought for control of his body.

She had somehow managed to get In front of Scott and into the aisle and though her mind was calmer her body was in a panic as she staggered at her attempt to reach the front. She tried to control herself, get herself to turn back and take a closer look at the huge ass monster but her body wouldn't follow any orders. She was being completely ignored. Her hands found the metal lip of a trash can and she flung it forward hitting Scott directly in the back of the head causing him to straighten and then he looked at her.

She felt her body freeze as the yellow eyes dug into her skin.

He looked confused, his brows knitting together as he let out soft grunts.

From this momentary lapse the beast seized control of Myers and held him up like a ragdoll for everyone to see, then he drew his large clawed hand back and basically bitch slapped the man with his claws.

The scream that came next was not from Myers but herself. Her body shook and she stood then promptly fell again in her attempt to get away to run away.

"Did you see that!"

"What did you remember something?" Standing again she turned to see Stilinki standing a couple feet away.

"No, I saw something. It was like I was reliving it but I didn't feel the same. It was like I had more time to take it in and I don't know analyze it." Her hands shook and she quickly pushed him out of the way, her feet carrying her to a seat in the middle where a metal trash can laid on a seat its side dented.

"I- I did that last night! I threw it at Scott."

"Why did you throw it at Scott? Was.. he… was he the one attacking the driver." The brunette sounded uncertain now and it was obvious that he thought this was a bad idea.

"No, there was another thing in here he was trying to kill Myers. He.. was kind of playing tug a war with Scott over him."

His eyes squinted at her his brows jumping and furrowing at the same time. "He was what?"

"He was playing Tug of war over him." It wasn't funny. She shouldn't find it funny but the situation seemed so unreal so campy and movieish that she just wanted to laugh. "I didn't know It went away when I screamed."

Stiles took a moment pacing for a second his hands pressed together in front of his lips as he seemed to think something over, then with a burst of energy he clapped, turning back to her. "Okay okay we just need to bring it back if you can finish it out then we might have some idea of what's going on we just need to bring it back."

Her arms folded over her chest as she shifted her weight to her left. "how are we supposed to do that?"

"Well uh I don't know how did you start it?"

"I just remembered that I came through the emergency door."

"Okay so it was already open when you arrived then." He looked around as if he was trying to find the pieces of a puzzle that was almost half finished. "What about the emergency window was it open when you came in?"

"No! No it was shut! I had to pass it to get to the trash can."

"Okay try that!" Nodding she walked over to the window looking back at him for reaching out to touch the cool seal.

Stilinki faded and she was met with the image of Scott being flung backwards causing him to crash into the lever at the front of the bus. She winced as she watched as blood drained down his chest seemingly pooling in his lap.

"Shit!" His eyes were closed and she knew that he was knocked out and she was alone with that thing. Turning slowly she saw that it was still holding Myers with its free hand; he flung the man into a seat before stalking forward.

Its face was better than anything cgi had ever had to offer and though she could feel her entire body shaking and her muscles bunch mentally she wasn't scared. She tried to use that as an opportunity to take in its features the leathery grey skin and high cheek bones, the large nose and even larger set of teeth, the red eyes that dug into hers. He was horrifying and could have killed her.

His hand was huge as it reached out grabbing for her his nails digging into the knitted fabric of her sweater. His other hand reached behind her and I with a horrible pain everything went black.

"Holly shit!" Without much thought she unclasped her cloak having had a mind to set it to the side she pushed her hair out of the way feeling around the nape of her neck at the three still fresh wounds that laid there.

"What? What is it what happened?"

"The thing on the bus was an alpha, definitely an alpha! But.. but he did something. He put his claws into the back of my neck!" Turning she showed him the wounds.

"Scott.. Scott woke up with those too but this is worse than his. They took all day to heal." She could feel his fingers graze the punchers and she winced. It was still new to her skin even if it did happen last night so why the hell was he..

"Sorry you had some fuzz in one. I uh I got it." His voice became neutrally awkward, his hand hovered close to her face as if he was just trying to show proof she gave a brief 'yeah I see it' before he flicked it away.

"Does the book say why he did this? To me or Scott?" She asked, turning to face him before he could start picking the lint off her sweater, her hand reaching out for her cloak again.

"I-i think I saw something about this yeah but I'm gonna have to check."

"I thought you had it memorized by now."

"No, I made some notes for things I wanted to come back to so I might have skipped over that part."

"Okay then.. let's go and figure it out. And wrap this up cause it's bleeding again thanks."

"Go? As in like your place? Like Lydia's house?" He stammered and she could see the twinkle form in his eye.

"Yeah it's closer to the school and the reserve. Is that a problem for you?"

"No…no that's cool.. that's fine."

The ride was starting to get more and more bumpy since Stiles insisted on taking the back road. It was making it difficult for Rory to pour herself over the pages of her grandfather's book; the words bounced and jostled around with every speed bump and pothole.

She had found the Alpha section of the book since Stiles had taken it upon himself to place sticky tape and markers up and down the pages. She had slowly started realizing the method of his madness by the time she was shaken off her chair.

"Can you not hit every pot hole the road has to offer?" She grumbled loudly not looking up from the drawn image of the red eyes that started the alpha chapter.

"I'm not trying to, there's just a lot okay." He seemed rushed, probably excited to get to go to Lydia's house again.

"Oh my god!" Her groans were extremely dramatic as she tried to emphasize her displaure of being tossed around like …Myers.. a ragdoll. It was nice of her to joke. Myers was good to her and kept his word.

"Are you finding anything?" He asked, sneaking a peak at the page and her eyes scanned over the words.

"Something about a sparks ability to shapeshift. Alphas need betas to increase their own power. Werewolf's are social creatures and therefore need the ranking system." Skimming over the page the information became more clear in her mind and she could hear her grandfather reading these words to her. "I already know all this stuff."

"Well that's great, do you know why he put his claws into your neck?"

She stayed silent for a moment, her attention going back to her wound. It was still bleeding.. it hadn't stopped. She could feel it slowly trailing over down her neck and connecting at the base of her throat before it dropped down onto the page.

"Woah hey is that blood? Are you.. are you still bleeding?" His hand reached out and she slapped it away before pushing the book forward.

"I was scratched by an alpha. It takes longer for humans to heal." Ignoring his squawking she returned back to the book determined to…ignore the feeling of hot blood pouring down her neck and seeping through her clothes.

The words started to blur and instead she could see white walls with a blue stripe and grey handrails.

"Do not take me to the hospital! I'm fine!" His mouth moved and she felt dizzier as the car jolted again.

"Do you have any extra clothes like clean gym clothes or something?"

"I have a sweatshirt in my bag. I wore it today though." Unbuckling her seat belt she wobbled as she fought to twist her body to the back. She was not going to pass out, she was not going to pass out, she was not going to fall into one of the most cliches in the book.

"Oh that's a lot of blood! Oh my god." There was a gag and then a screeching of the tires as she forced the bag open with a hand. "Stiles the road, pay attention to the road!"she hissed, drawing her head back to look at him.

"Okay!" Her hand finally scratched some fabric and she yanked at it feeling a wave a nauseous go over her.

"That's my Lacrosse jersey" he trailed off as she brought the white fabric to the front examining. "You know what, just use it I can wash it later!"

"Are you sure I can.." taking his consistent nodding he seemed sure enough. "Can I bring it to you tomorrow or something?" Rory smiled weakly as she wrapped the Jersey around her neck pressing it to the wound.

"Or you know you could ask coach for a new one." She hissed as the blood seeped through the thin material. His face became uncertain and she twisted in her seat again."Maybe I should just get something else."

Reaching in she dug around until she finally felt what could be the opening to a sweatshirt. Pulling at it she took the jersey off and pressed the thicker fabric to her neck.

"Better?" He asked keeping his face straight as she wadded up his jersey and stuffed it towards the bottom of her bag. It was obvious that he didn't want to look at it and she didn't mind that.

"Yeah better."

"Why did you go to the bus last night?" Stilinski asked, breaking the silence as they pulled up the Martin.

"What?" Her eyes narrowed at the question.

"What drew you to the bus last night? I mean did Laura tell you that someone was attacking the bus driver?"

"No.. no the last thing I remember talking about was her sensei. And then it just goes black" she growled in frustration. She hated knowing someone had messed with her head.

Coming into the house she took in the sight of suitcases sitting at the entrance and guessed she was planning on being gone for maybe a week this time. Natalie didn't have a job but she was always out of the house. At first it was to take care of Rory's mom but now she had been looking for an excuse since they got back from New York. It was almost as if Natiles couldn't actually stand being in Beacon hills but she just couldn't leave it.

"Oh Rory I'm glad you're home. I was just about to.. oh hello." Nat went from rubbing her hands down her skirt to straight spined in a second, her smile widening but not reaching her eyes. It seemed she never actually gave a genuine smile though.

"Sorry I brought him over so he could borrow some books. I hope that's fine." The smile didn't fade but it tightened.

"Well of course just keep the door open alright I won't be leaving until Lydia gets home until then your welcome. But once I'm gone you know the rules."

The rules were simple: Don't get caught. She had learned quickly after the first time Natile had left for New York she had sat both girls down and went over a list of rules and by the time she had left Lydia was off scheduling the new years eve party which sure was over at Jacksons but it completely blew the curfew out of the water.

Lydia had dropped little comments here and there about why living with her mother was simply better because her mother trusted her. As long as everything seemed in order she would overlook things like getting a new wine set for Christmas after the 'mysterious' disappearance of her old one.

In truth Rory had only ever seen Lydia with her father once on Christmas and it was almost laughable how different it was. She didn't change out of her oversized Christmas sweater and puffy pink Christmas pajamas until he was long gone. Honestly Rory had never seen a man so stuck in the daddy's little girl phase before then.

"Yeah okay come on then." Taking Stiles' wrist she headed for the kitchen to take him upstairs.

"So after she makes you leave you should wait about 15 minutes before you come back." Looking at her phone she groaned it was only 5:45 they still had more than half an hour before Scott got off.

"15 minutes? Why?"

"I've timed it and that's about how long Lydia makes Jackson wait." Shrugging she went to her bathroom putting her cloak on the desk beside the door before flipping up her hair to look at the wounds.

"Does she leave a lot?"

"Why do you think Lydia is known for her party? I honestly think that Natile hates being in Beacon."

"Do you think she's gonna try to move after the divorce is finalized?"

"I think the divorce is finalized but I really don't know she doesn't tell me that kind of stuff. Do you think you can help me?"

"But I mean do you think she's gonna move?" His real question was and take Lydia but she ignored it.

"No Natile decided to stay In beacon after Lydia chose to stay with her so I don't think she's moving anytime soon. " Turning on the facet she grabbed hold of the hem of her sweater. "Though I wouldn't be surprised if she had a luxury apartment somewhere in Nevada or something."

"But why would she stay in Beacon if she hates it- whoa oh my god why are you taking your shirt off!" She straightened, turning to look at him she pulled down her sweater rolling her eyes.

"I need to get the blood out of my hair so your wolf boy won't freak out at the smell." Turning back to the mirror she basked in his expression, raised brows that fought to reach his forehead and slack jaw looked good on him.

"He doesn't just attack people because he smells blood."

"Some shape shifters do though. Blood can send some of them into a frenzy!"

"He's not going to attack you!" And here they were starting another argument. It was so easy with Stilinski she hardly had to try.

"And if he does?"

"He won't!"

"And you know that how!"

"He wasn't attacking the bus driver right?" He asked licking his lips and she finally faltered. "And the entire bus was covered in blood. Some shifters might but he doesn't."

"Okay okay fine! I'll just wash it tonight." Spinning around she turned the faucet off in one brash movement then glared at him through the mirror for good measure. "Let's just find out why the alpha decided to put holes in our necks."

"Memory manipulation?" Rory exclaimed with a groan, her forehead hitting her desk.

As it turned out the memory manipulation was a skill every werewolf possessed which is why it took them 20 minutes of rapidly swimming over the Alpha section before they noticed there was only a single reference that Alpha mastered the trick better than most. Therefore it's usually only used by an alpha. After a brief argument over whether or not Scott needed to know that he could mess with people's memories they actually got around to reading about it.

"So that red eyed bastard was actually In my head! He fucking Carrie Whited me." She had been Sue Snell and she couldn't even remember it!

"What do you think he saw? He could have seen anything in my head!" She felt miserable; the only part of all this that kept her from being more pissed off was that all the blackmail they could have gotten was useless now that she was in California.

"If he did the same thing to Scott I really don't want to know."

"If they did the same thing to Scott I hope they saw every wet dream he's ever had." She could have said more cause puberty was a bitch but she didn't exactly want to get into since Scott wasn't even her friend.

"If that's the case they probably know who Allsion is, which probably isn't good because.. you know werewolf werewolf hunters.".

They sat in silence for a minute and Rory could only blink at him.

"What didn't you know?"

"What made you think I knew that!"

"Scott said you knew! He heard you talking about the first day about her family and the beast of Graveron!"

"It's the beast of gevaudan and no I didn't know that it's just a Argents in the story and he's a werewolf hunter but I didn't actually know they were... I was just kidding when I asked about it."

Trailing off she felt like she was actually having to take this in that Allsion the literal definition of innocence was a werewolf killer.

"Is Allison?"

"No.. I mean we don't think so."

"So how long have you been.. dealing with this? The whole werewolf thing?"

"About maybe a month."

"A month.. meaning that first day of school when I saw the bite on his side that when he was bitten. And when you asked about the first full moon…" she trailed off, unable to finish her sentence because that meant.

"You! Idiot!" She slapped his shoulder with each word causing him to recoil almost falling off her vanity stool. "You let a rabid werewolf go to a party full of people on a full moon with the daughter of a werewolf hunter! Whose big idea was that! What if he went insane and killed people! What! If! He! Killed! Al!"

"Hey! Hey! Stop hitting me!" Stilinki snapped, waving his arms until they were just slapping at the other's wrist. "stop hitting me!"

"Aurora!" The knock on the open door caused her to turn. Natile stood looking confused and maybe a bit amused. "I brought you these. I would have given it to Lydia but I'm not sure she'd remember to give it to you. I need you to make sure to take these every morning and if you have any anxiety or feel overwhelmed." Natile smiled tightly as she shook the black bag allowing the contents to rattled.

"I advise you to put them away after your guest leaves." She seemed to move quickly to the bathroom door as if the bag itself was burning her. She seemed aware that Stilinski was watching her in curiosity as she slipped into the bathroom.

Rory didn't know if she should laugh or scoff. Natile was embarrassed of her pills. Maybe it was because it was glaring evidence that something was wrong with her. She remembered this morning how uptight Natile had been covering the back of her neck and instantly trying to paint her as a victim. For as much as she said she wanted Rory to open up and face what happened to her she was perfectly content with letting her ward forget about it all together.

It was probably court ordered when she got custody or something or maybe it just was a better look on her. Making sure that she went to therapy so she could combat anything Rory did with a 'i did everything I could'.

"And remember that you're going to need to limit your caffeine. Dr. Goodman said that your intake is too high for someone your age." Her voice echoed from the bathroom and there was a tail tell sound of her drawer being pulled open so that she could hide the dirty secret that was Rory's pills.

"Yeah I'm not going to do that." She called back lazily, propping her elbow on the desk and putting her cheek in her palm.

"Dr. Goodman said." And there she was using the doctor who was a shrink, not really even a doctor. Rory had only met her so-called psychopharmacologist once and since then she had been just saying that the pills were working fine so she didn't have to see him again.

"I know what he said. I also know that coffee keeps me from the mental terminal and that's a good thing right? I am happy. That's the whole point isn't it?" Natalie appeared at the doorway looking out but forcing another smile. Did she always do that or had the incident this morning scared her that much.

"Well try to limit it okay? Even if it's just a bit." Turning she looked over the room playing eyespy for anything off putting. Luckily Rory wasn't usually messy; she was a hoarder of knick knacks and trinkets but she had an order to the chaos. Everything had a place and when everything was put into that place it couldn't possibly be considered cluttered just decorated.

"I'm letting you know Lydia should be home soon so you should start wrapping things up with your friend. After she gets here I'll give you the rundown of what I expect for when I'm gone okay?" She gave a playful look

"Yeah, I got it."

"I'm only going to be gone for a week. I need you and Lydia to stick together. I do not want to get a call from the sheriff about either of you being involved in.. anything." Her eyes flickered towards Stilinski as she crossed her arms over her chest. "So that means your curfew is 9:30. Tell Lydia no sleep overs and no parties. And I will want a daily check up that your.. Well, we can talk about it later. I should let you finish your studying." She seemed confused on whether or not that was the right word for what they were doing and Rory didn't feel the need to correct her.

Rory waited until she could hear the padding of feet before she stood from her chair and made her way to the bathroom. If it embarrassed Natile so much she would gladly put her meds on display. It wasn't like there were a lot of them anyway.

"Have you told Scott about seeing Derek tonight? It's almost 8:30." She called displaying the bottles on the counter. Being sure to put the perception pills in the front and the vitamins in the back.

"I have not. I should probably do that..now." The shrill ringing caused the phone to hit the floor with a thud. "Or he could call me. Hey hey buddy h..how are you?"

"Uh you did.. Yeah hey I got something.. yeah uh listen I have to tell you something." His eyes flicked up and he looked at Rory who waved even though Scott couldn't actually see her.

"You did what?" His voice picked up a bit but it was different then when he was arguing with Rory. It sounded more confident and less like he was trying to make it into a joke. "He already went to Derek's!"

Her face fell into her palm and she groaned because of course he did. She should have had Stile text him the plan beforehand. She hated when things didn't go according to plan.

"Okay what did Derek say? Did he show him his eyes?"

"He just said Derek told him to go back to the bus so he could get his memories back."

"Why the hell would he want him to do that?" Before she could get the answer she could hear the door open and Natile falling for her.

"Yeah I can do that but Scott wait I have to.. Scott I have to tell you… and he hung up." Sighing he tossed his phone on her bed in frustration.

"So that went well." She sighed wondering if she was even still allowed to go.

"Yeah so we'll." He was interrupted by Natile again. "so listen I'll pick you up in 15 minutes right and then we can at least figure out what Scott remember and he can tell us what Derek said. Is that fine."

"No." She said bluntly, crossing her arms together.

"Are you going to see Derek by yourself?"

Her shoulders shifted as she contemplated lying. "yeah."

"Can you wait just a little bit longer?"

Her shoulders shifted again, becoming uneven. "sure."

He shifted the weight from one foot to another giving her an unconvinced look.

"Do you want to leave with the books you took from my shelf?" She asked, raising a brow, cutting her eyes to his bag that sat between the door and her bookcase.

"You know I was gonna ask if I could, you know but you started taking your shirt off and I didn't think it was.. the right time. You know what.. I- i'll see you in 15 minutes' ' Stilinski murmured awkwardly looking anywhere but at her before he grabbed his bag and ran out.

"You know I like that answer."

By the time they had shut the door both Lydia and Rory had told their own handfuls of lies and some half truths but between the two of them it was mainly non truths. The timer started the moment Natile got her suitcase in the back of her minivan and waved them goodbye. It could have been pretty convincing had Natile forgotten something and had to turn around Lydia had flopped on the sofa and turned on gossip girl and Rory sat parallel to her getting the occasional threat of getting kicked out for trying to guess who gossip girl was. It was only when the 15 minutes mark passed that Lydia turned off the tv and strutted to the mirror in the entrance.

"Hey Lydia, do you think you can help me?" Rory asked absentmindedly as she single handedly shoved her clock into her bag so she could focus on the oversized bandage. If she was going out with a potential werewolf then she was taking every precaution.

Scott was an amature but according to her grandfather's text he could do the memory manipulation thing too. Sure she knew a flimsy bandage wasn't actually going to stop a werewolf but it gave her peace of mind… maybe she could start wearing those super thick chokers.

Looking up she had finally made it by Lydia's side and was no figuriouslg shaking the bandage when she reasoned that Lydia would probably put a hit man on her if she ever tried.

"So are you actually going to let someone know where you're going this time or will I have to call the sheriff in the morning.. that is if you're not in his son's bed." She smirked, not even acknowledging the frantic waving bandage but she did respond to the death glare.

"You don't have to be a prude about it. It's natural besides I need you to have a date for tomorrow anyway." Her head turned slowly in the mirror to examine herself, being sure that only perfection stared back into her green eyes. She had only looked away from her preening to call Rory a prude.

Deciding that it probably wasn't worth it, Rory shoved the bandage away into her bag before she could fully process what Lydia had actually said.

"Okay I'll bite what the fuck are you talking about?" Rory kept her voice pleasant; she even gave her cousin a smile. She hoped the strain in her clench jaw showed clearly in the reflection.

"Tomorrow the group date. It was only supposed to be me, Jackson, Allsion and Scott but Tracy caught wind of it and she wants to bring Michael but only to make her ex jealous. And it will because Brian's super possessive and I mean like so and he's not gonna want to go alone so he'll probably bring the whole the Lacrosse team and I don't want that." Lydia layed out her complaints about Tracey's soap opera ask life like it was a small pot hole in her road to victory. It only gave Rory the last piece of evidence that Lydia 100 percent hated Tracy.

"So why do you want to add in more people?"

"Because if Tracy knows you're going to be there she won't want to come at all. She doesn't like you."

"Do I get a reward?"

"Yes you get to be my trump card. So tomorrow at 7 you can even bring the sheriff's son."

"You say that like he's a dog."

"Hmm." Lydia lips pressed together and she looked thoughtfully into the mirror then her lip curled and she turned to look at the blond. "No, not cute enough." And she was suddenly happy that she made Stiles wait in the car cause that would have probably shattered his whole being.

"At least when I'm around him my brain cells don't just burn away for the wind to take." She was trying to make a dig on Jackson but ended up basically alluding to all of Lydia's friends.

"Good, then you can ride with me and Allsion tomorrow."

"I never said I'll come." She watched as Lydia's eyes shut tight, her face going sour.

"Of course you are not everyone just gets a free pass to hang out with the top of the food chain you should be grateful."

"Is that how Dia feels? I heard she is the newest member of Harley's friend group." If there was ever a moment where Rory was sure she was going to get hit right across the face it would be right now. She hadn't actually been keeping up with the whole Lydia vs Harley debacle but she knew that Harley was out for the crown and she didn't mind how much of Lydia's blood was on it when she got it.

"You're going if I have to get Allsion to step in you will go." She had struck a nerve and she had struck it with an ax.

"There you go again trying to press your heel into my throat . How much pressure do you think you are putting on it? Cause it is not nearly enough.

"I don't have to apply pressure, one word from Allison and you'll go. She's just your replacement anyway."

She froze her brow, ticking up as she reassured the rules they were giving and wondered if breaking Lydia's neck would break the Don't break anything rule. Well it didn't matter she could just drag her outside by her strawberry blonde hair!

"Excuse.." "I'm just saying that it's obvious that you're using Allison to replace Ariel. It helps that she looks like her if she only had red hair right?"

"I'm not-" "you can say that all you want but she's your new safety blanket. You're just a puppet Rory, you need a master to function."

"A pup- master to function!" Her anger swirled around her chest and burned like acid against the lining of her stomach.

"That's all you were isn't it? A puppet sent off to do your sister's bidding? I mean she's saying jump and you would really say how high."

"Don't talk about her like that."

"Why? It's true isn't it? I mean think about it, you haven't pulled a single one of your so-called pranks since you got here and according to her friends that's all you used to do. So I thought about it and I tried to figure out what happened and at first I thought you were just depressed but now I think your directionless ."

"What the hell are you on about! I did the shit I did because I wanted to." Every begging crying plea played circles around her head but she ignored them, not willing to say them outloud.

"No you did it because she wanted you to." The smugness in her voice convinced Rory that this was about power that Lydia had found leverage and she was looking to use it.

"You have it don't you?"

"Have it? Have what?" She was smirking now her arms thrown across her chest.

"Her phone. You have Arials phone."

"I have a phone that I thought was yours but you left it floating in a bathtub so I assumed you didn't want it anymore." Confusion swirled through her as she tried to make out why she would leave her sister's phone in the bathtub. Ariel's phone was an existion of herself.

"Lydia it's not yours I need it back" Her hands flexed at her sides and she could feel the tightness in her jaw as her teeth pressed together.

"Fine."

"Fine?" Her brow ticked with surprise. Lydia was big on giving in or letting go not when it gave her a leg up.

"I'll give you the phone if you go out with us tomorrow."

"I can just tear your room apart. Take a box cutter to all your designer bags. Rip the souls from your shoes and rip and I mean tear into your pillows. I'll go after your mattress next." She could see her face start to fall the more things she threatened to destroy, finally cutting her off when she got started threatening Lydia's precious bug.

"Okay! I get it you like to be destructive but even if you rip up my mattress and destroy my bags you won't find that phone. The only way you're getting it back is if you do what I say!" Her glare dug into Rory's skin causing it to sizzle and pop.

"Lydia, where is her phone?"

"Whose phone? Cause as far as I'm concerned it's mine since I found it and I had to save it from water damage."

"It's her phone. It doesn't belong to you! It needs to be put back with her stuff!"

"Say her name Aurora it's not that hard! Say it!" Her body inclined just to patronize her. "Ariel! Ar-ie-l!"

"Stop! Don't say her name!"

"It's not just her name! She doesn't own it anyone can say it! Even you!" Turning her hands balled at her side as anger froze her insides. "Where are you going!"

"I'm not going to stand here and listen to you drag her through the mud!"

"What are you going to do about it Aurora, push me down the stairs and break my nose?" Stopping, she felt a cold sweat over her skin. That was years ago no one knew about it. She hadn't actually meant to hurt the girl, she just wanted her to think she was being haunted. It was the nogitsune problem all over again only this time she couldn't hide behind idiot friends and Ariel wouldn't let her in their room for days. She had been so mortified but she wanted to protect Rory she didn't want her to get in trouble so she promised to not tell to give her an alibi that they were both walking home together.

How did Lydia know!

How did she know something Rory did three years ago?

"How did you.. how did you know about that." Satisfaction took over her prissy face as she flicked her hair over her shoulder. The thoughts that ran through her head were simple childsplay even take hair and drag until successfully outside. Of course that would have been easy if Jackson hadn't thrown the door open like he owned the place and started yelling.

"Lydia! Come on, I don't feel like waiting outside with McCalls freaky friend, why is he even here anyway!" The cat-like grin grew on Lydia's face before she started past the blonder hand finding the other girl's shoulder for a moment.

"He's here because I want him to have a problem with that!"

He looked at her like he had something he was desperate to bite out and throw at her face but Lydia had already gotten to him taking his hand and she rose up to his ear and giggled.

"Jackson she's agreed to join us tomorrow in place of Tracy so calm down."

"I hope you're at least decent at bowling cause I'm very competitive." Looking like the cat that caught the canary Lydia smiled in approval at her boyfriend's tamed grumble of a response. And that ditzy mask formed seamlessly on her face, her eyes glossing over as they morphed into moon eyes at her boyfriend.

"Nope. I suck. Like I'm so bad the ball might fly out of my hand and end up in your skull. But since you need me there, I'm sure you won't press charges." There was a fleeting look of confusion and a mocking smirk passed his lips before Lydia pulled at his hand.

"You have a goodnight Rory." Lydia left her with a suggestive look that caused hairs to stand on end.

Wasn't she just being infuriatingly obnoxious a minute ago? What was with the attitude flip Jackson should have been used to her bitchiness so why the hell was she dialing it down.

"Okay so we have to pick up Scott first but he's kind of on the other side of town so.."

"So I should buckle in?" She had already relaxed her screaming match with Lydia almost completely shoved away and placed in the 'thing Rory doesn't want to face yet' file.

"Yeah!" He drummed his fingers against the wheel as he sucked in his top lip. "Do you want me to put it on you now or..?" Trailing off he looked down at the bandage she had asked him to put on her when she got into the car.

"Preferably I'd like it done before the werewolf gets in the car."

"Right okay uh yeah." His hand dipped down, picking the package up and motioning for her to come closer.. or further… she couldn't exactly tell. But she scooted closer regardless of twisting herself and lifting her hair.

"You know he's not going to do anything.. oh my god the blood in your hair." Rory felt her lips curl into a smirk at his gagging as she fought the urge to laugh.

"Oh, my god that's gross.." her eyes cut to him and when she realized he couldn't even see it she just rolled them. "If Scott ever gets close to my neck I swear to god I'll have him declawed." Despite his complaining she could feel him fitting the bandage over her wound.

"You know they'll just grow back right?" The snark was clearly unwelcomed cause he scoffed handing her the excess paper.

"That's not the.." his forehead wrinkled as he sighed exasperated, pinching his nose. "That's not the point, okay, the point is that is not happening to me."

"Right. Gotcha." She gave him a sardonic nod laughing when he just sighed again before starting the car and backing up.

"What, you don't believe me!"

"No not really but the problem is why the hell would Scott go through your head. I mean would he want to subject himself to what is more than likely extremely uncomfortable day dreams of my cousin on her back in your bed… holy shit Stilinki tree that's a tree!" The tires screeched as the car waved across the road and her hands went for the oh shit bar.

"Look at the road! The road asshat!" His eyes were probing wide and borderline manic. "How did you know.. does Lydia know.. did she tell you.. I thought that she wasn't paying attention." He was speaking more to himself now and Rory thought maybe she shouldn't have brought it up.

"Stilinski! Sti-lin-ski! There's a curve, there's a freaking curve, it's… slow down!"

Now her hands found his arm and she squeezed, shaking him out of whatever tangent was going on in his head and at the last second when she thought she was about to get very intimacy with a thick trunk of a tree.

"Stop!" His voice cracked comically but she couldn't find herself laughing as her nails dug into his grey hoodie. "I wasn't going to crash! Rory, I wasn't going to crash god!"

Swallowing, she watched as the car smoothly drove through the curve with ease.

"How was I supposed to know that! This poor jeep looks like it being held together with duct tape and hope Jesus Christ what else I was supposed to think." He opened his mouth before snapping it shut.

"I wasn't going to make fun of the jeep, just its owner…"

They sat in silence and she found herself going for the radio fiddling with it until she gave up forcing herself back into her seat so hard her breath was rushed out with a puff. Or maybe it was just a dramatic sigh.

"Hey." She started again when the silence was biting at her ears and the trees were too dark and looking for her to get lost in. "Do you know anything about some group date tomorrow?"

"Know about it I watched the car drive over the cliff."

"Wait, why? Isn't a group date good?"

"No!" His hand jumped off the wheel to emphasize his point. "They're just hanging out! You don't hang out with hot girls it relationship suicide!"

"So I take it that you're not going?" She bit her lip as he answered almost exactly the way she thought he would.

"What no, that's like breaking every single rule in the bro book."

"The what?"

"It's the bro code rule book thing." He squeaked again, his words slowing with each word he added.

"The bro code rule book thing?"

"Okay basically it means that I can't crash what was supposed to be a date."

"Oh, and did you tell Lydia that she was crashing the date?" His lips puckered at the thought of telling Lydia off at all and she laughed as she saw her perfect in.

"So what if Lydia wanted me to go and what if she demanded I need someone to pair off with." It took a minute less than that actually before his eyes widened and he looked at her.

"No."

"Stilinski it's Lydia you can't say no." She said in a sing song voice enjoying the way his cheek twitches. .

She felt the jester slip over her with a thinner, more skin tight mask than before. It felt airy as she gave him a bared teeth Cheshire grin.

"Hope you're good at bowling."

"I'm decent.. I'm better than Scott at least." This time he answered more absentmindedly as if he was caught in a memory.

"What does Scott suck?" She asked, her grin momentarily dropping.

"Well he's only ever been bowling once and that was at Harley's 8th birthday party."

"Woah." She started interrupting him. "you mean the Harley who is currently trying to literally steal the spot of the queen out from under Lydia's feet? You Stiles lover and admirer of said current queen were her friend how scandalous." She was completely aware that her dramatic hand over heart and gasp routine was uncalled for.

But it was nice.

She was just able to be goofy without hoping to get laughed at for her antics.

"Harleys… it's complicated okay. She's getting really close with her old friends .She kind of holds grudges she's always been that way. But she's a good person. I mean sure we haven't talked much since winter break but she seemed really determined about something."

"Yeah. Overthrowing Lydia." The snark was completely unwelcomed apparently because he quickly changed the subject. Seeing as that was all Stilinski was willing to put out on the table Rory filed it away for later conversation.

"The point is Harley was super excited about getting to use the bug kid lanes but Scott somehow managed to roll the ball in the gutter every single time and at some point she decided we would move back to the bumpers. Needless to say, after he still was only able to knock down one pin."

"That's" she paused trying to fix up her words. "Pretty freaking lame. Why does he want to go bowling if he sucked at it?" Well that wasn't subtle it wasn't even all that censored and Rory blew out a breath wondering why she even tried.

"Lydia suggested it and then Jackson shot it down and that made Allsion mad and boom they were hanging out and Scott said he was a great bowler." Choking back a laugh at his dramatic storytelling she thought that maybe she shouldn't have wasted her day sleeping.

"So what about you can you bowl?" Smirking, she took that as a yes he was going to go with her tomorrow.

"It's not one of my talents I kind of got permanently banned from the bowling alley I used to live by so my skills are stunted at best."

How did you get banned? His voice rose commonly as his eyes darted towards her.

"I filled the balls with hot glue." It wasn't like she was stupid enough to use super glue and have people get their fingers stuck. She had only done it to ruin the balls and keep people from using them… she thought that if Ariel and Avey couldn't go to the bowling Alley then they could finally go to the movies together.. it didn't work out like that.

"Why?

"I just wanted to mess with people." Shrugging nonchalantly her elbow propped up on the door as her head fell into her palm. Her jester completely gone now, slipping away easily.

"Uh huh." Her head snapped up as she looked at him, eyes narrowing at his flippant dismissal.

"What?" She asked a bit more forcefully than she had intended.

"It's nothing." She shut her mouth, prepared to ride it out, put them in silence so he would show his hand without her having to show hers.

The silence dragged between them and it seemed he was playing at her tactic but he was more visibly jumpy, his head bobbed and his face grew uncomfortable. She wanted to ask if he was even breathing when he broke first.

"It just seems like a lot of effort for just trying to mess with people. I mean don't you have to plug in a hot glue gun?"

"Yeah and you have to pull the balls closer because the gun has a shorter cord than you expected." She had sat behind the ball rack for a good hour and a half before security finally caught her. It had been a long and tedious feat just to get caught so early. It was admittedly not one of her best works.

The worst part was while she was wasting her time gluing the holes Ariel and Avey had decided to put their glue filled balls away and go to the movies anyway.

So she had done it for nothing.

"So what was the point?"

"There wasn't one." In truth that was true there couldn't be a point because they had already left and she was dragged out from behind the wall of wracks and not even half an hour later.

"So then what was the point! Usually pranks have a reason there supposed to mess with someone but if you were just gluing all the holes that's just kind of pointless."

Her lip curled as she reasoned that he was right but she was young and the whole experience forced her to hit a low point. She thought that she should just make friends herself and ended up finding a group consisting of the class clowns and borderline delquinces. Two weeks later she was convincing poor asthmatic Bobby that he had a nogitsune hunting him.

Ariel being the angel that she was had saved her quickly cutting them out of her life before the damage could get back to her. Sure she wasn't the one who chased him and cause him to have an attack in the streets but she was the start of his torture.

The memory made her wonder what Ariel would have thought of Allison or Lydia or even Stilinski. What would she think of the new people in her life?

Would she approve?

There was something that flickered in her mind; it was blurry at the edges, something an editor would do to focus more on the shot.

It was her sister alive and warm with a smile on her face that played with heartstrings.

"Scott? That was your name right?" The words were sweet and they played like a tune from a music box and for a brief moment Rory let herself get lost in them.

She didn't know where it came from but all too soon it was gone and she was back in the dark jeep staring out the window of an old jeep at a bunch of trees.

'Yeah.' She thought to herself. 'Ariel always did have a thing for cute brunettes.'

Turning back to the boy who seemed to be waiting for an answer from the way his eyes darted back to him and his nervous lip licking she decided to just drop it.

"Who do you think would win a fight, Marvel or DC?" His eyes flicked to her and he blinked, looking almost offended by her question.

She listened to him rant for the next half hour moving from how ridiculous the question one to how you could hardly compare the two. She snickered at his passionate rant about Scott's love for the Hulk and Captain America.

By the time he had started to slow down she had done away with her plan of purposely mixing them seeing as he was starting to go in on how stupidly overpowered superman was and how hardly anything was actually based on reality. She wondered if he would be this passionate about the star wars star trek debate and the thought could only make her grin.

Deciding to leave it for later she looked at the huge house that he seemed to have stopped at by instinct.

It was a light muted green two story with white lining on the windows with a long slightly overgrown lawn and wrap around porch. Her mouth hangs open at the sight.

"He lives here?" First Lydia then Allison now Scott.

What was it about living in the sticks and being able to live in huge ass houses! She thought back to her cramped apartment with the mediocre kitchen and non-existent laundry room and her teeth ground down on her pinky.

"Yeah he and his mom do. One second I don't think she's home. He said he was waiting on the porch." Digging out his phone he seemed to give his ranting a rest and went to dial what she assumed was Scott's number.

"Stiles! What is she doing here?" The panic outburst coupled with his sudden appearance at the window caused Stilinski to make a sound he'll probably deny later.

"Well.." "I told you I didn't trust her!" "I.." "Why didn't you tell me that she was coming.."

This continued for more than a minute. Scott's overzealous freak out successfully cut Stilinski off every time.

"Dude, would you just give me a minute!" Scotts mouth moved slightly before he finally shut it, giving his friend a withering look. "I didn't tell you because I didn't get the chance and I only told her because of the bird." The dark eyes almost resembled a black hole as they bore into him his head shaking before his hands came to his temples touching them lightly.

"The what!"

"Just get in so I can explain."

"So you're not a werewolf? And we're sure of that? You weren't the one who turned me?" Scott asked, looking back from the front seat. His eyes searched her like he was trying to see past her and find some kind of misplaced hair or blatant lie.

"No, if I were an alpha you would know it. You can sense your own kind, it's kind of werewolf 101." She huffed her back hitting the back of her seat three times.

She did not want to be in the back! She had made herself rather comfy in the front and having to crawl to the back was not ideal.

"So then how did you know about the bite? How did you know about the girl in the woods!"

"We don't know. We're not really sure what she is yet." Stilinski interjected before she could get the chance. She scowled at the matter of factness in his voice. Why did he have to be nonchalant!

"I'm not anything Stilinski!" Her eyes met him as they lit up in the rear view mirror as they passed a street light.

"No, you're just being guided around by a ghost in the middle of the night." Stilinki remarked sarcastically and she felt herself shrink. It wasn't something wanted to be reminded of and she knew that she couldn't just open the windows and chuck herself out; she had already tried while Stilinki was retelling her earlier confessions.

"So you went to see Derek? What did he say? Did you see the color of his eyes?" She could see Stilinks honey eyes roll but they flickered to Scott as he started his story.

"No, I didn't? But he did tell me to go back to the bus. He said I needed to use my senses to remember it."

"Use your senses? Oh you mean like Rory did?" There was a hint of accusation that the girl didn't appreciate.

"I don't know, maybe.. maybe."

"Maybe the Alpha was punishing you." She mused from the back, finally unfolding her arms from their tight squeeze over her chest. Her arms brushed against the fleece of her clock that she had hastily clipped on when Scott took her seat.

"Why would the Alpha be pushing me? What did I do?" The word Alpha came out so clunky and ensure that she had to suppress a laugh.

"I mean you were trying to pull Myers away from them and they attacked you for it. Maybe they were pissed you were fighting them and not helping so he gave you false memories of maiming Allison as punishment." For all her calm tones and logic she only got one panicked hyperventilating Scott McCall in return.

"He can mess with my memories?" His face turned and now he was directing his anxiety towards Stilinski. "Did you know about that!"

"Well that's just what Rory saw, who knows maybe it's different, maybe you two have different ideas of what happened." She scowled at the implication, annoyed that he thought what she saw would be any different then what Scott will see.

"Maybe." Scotts voice went a few octaves lover but the anxiety was still there.

By the time they had reached the school she had a decent understanding of how much Scott anxiety the whole werewolf thing had left him. He really seemed to take the whole possibly killing someone thing to a whole new level of worry. As he got out to approach the bus she quickly clambered into his seat already proclaiming that there was no way in hell she was going back on that bus.

Watching she could see the two in a stunted argument as Scott tried to climb the fence before pulling back to argue with Stiles who obviously wanted to see how Scott would react. There was a moment when he pointed at the car and she wondered if he was trying to compare the experiences between Scott and herself.

Their argument only lasted another minute before Stiles turned on his heels and begrudgingly shoveled back to his Jeep.

"So what was that about?"

"He won't let me come with him. He's too worried that he actually attacked the bus driver."

"But you told him I saw him trying to help him! Why is he worried!" Sighing she banged her head back into the head rest.

"I told him that but he just wants to do it alone apparently."

They watched him approach the bus stopping ever so often before even reaching the door. And once he was out of sight she leaned back again.

"So you are coming with me tomorrow right?"

His eyes flicked over to her before he sighed and gave a nod. "Yeah I'll come but if Scott asked it was your idea."

"It was Lydias actually." Her eyes searched the bus looking for movement she saw something familiar parked In Front of the bus.

"So did Lydia's friend say no or-" cutting him off she launched herself forward causing him to let out yet another scream of the night as she rolled down his window. "Holly shit."

"Rory what are you doing?" It was a reasonable question since had just launched herself over his lap to get a closer look at the Tahoe parked in front of the bus.

"That's Allison's dads car!" She said turning to look at him and his shock drained as he looked up again following her gaze.

"Wait seriously? How do you know that?" He asked and she could feel his chest against her back as he inclined forward to get a better look.

"I don't actually but look at it! It has to be the same one." She knew it was looking at it harder. It looked like any other red Tahoe. It didn't exactly have any distinguishing features. It was just buffed and shiny and polished but it had to be the same one.

"No it doesn't, it might just belong to.."

"Who would just leave their car next to a crime scene? There's designated parking for staff so there's no reason for it to be a security guard and the police have all cleared for the day."

Wiggling, she made an attempt to get past Stilinski to get a better look into the car. In her mind it made sense for the Argents looking into an alleged animal attack that left a man mangled in the hospital.

"Hey what are you doing!" Stilinki hissed as she tried to push the door open.

"I'm going to get a better look! That car wasn't there earlier and Scott the wolf boy is still trying to figure things out on the bus. Think about how bad it would be if the werewolf hunters caught him." His lips pressed into a flat line and his eyes bugged at the notion that his best friend could get caught.

Giving her room she wiggled a bit more finally pushing the door open when suddenly a hand reached out slamming the door shut and caging her in, then came the blaring sound of a horn. Looking up, Stilinki 's eyes stayed trained in front of him and as she turned to see what he was looking at. Her heated glare melting at the sight of two distinct lights beaming slightly behind the bus and in the next second she could see Scott barreling towards the fence.

In his panic he jumped on top of the Tahoe climbing to the roof and doing a full flip over the fence like a freaking gymnast.

Rory had nearly made it fully upright when Scott threw the door open screaming for Stiles to drive. She can feel Stiles moving to throw the car in reverse and not wanting to go head first into the back window decided to stay put. It's only when he hastily puts the car into drive that she regretted every life deciding that she could remember as her head violently hit the wheel.

"Shit Stilinski, I'm right here!" She hissed out when she was thrown back again.

"What were you two doing!" Scott's anxiety ridden voice cried going up a view octaves.

"That car you used for that Olympics level stunt. Yeah I think it was Allison's dads. I was trying to get a better look before.. that's my leg!" She screeched as the weight of Scotts thigh bouldered down on the back of her knee.

"S-sorry!" Lifting his leg she tried to kick out but sounded herself caged by an extremely tense Stilinki who was currently in the fast and the furious mode.

She felt Scott pull her legs up with ease and place them on his lap. Slowly she felt Stilinki going slack around her and she decided now was the best time to slip out. Pulling back quickly she ended up fully Scotts lap before she could push herself into the back seat.

"Did it work? Do you remember?" Stiles finally bursted out once his speedometer went down to 40.

"Yeah okay I was there last night. And the blood was mostly mine." Rolling her eyes she huffed.

"I know you already told me that I just need to figure it out myself." Looking back at her she could see the desperation in his eyes.

"So did you attack him or not?"

"No! I was actually trying to help him. From the thing you said you saw the one with the glowing eyes."

"The Alpha." Stilinki corrected getting there before she could.

"Yeah that. The Alpha."

"So do you think it was Derek!'

"How many times do I have to tell you it's not Derek!" Scooting forward she looked between the two getting various looks back.

"But what if it is!"

"The one who killed Laura took her alpha ability so it couldn't be Derek because as I've already said he wouldn't kill his sister!"

"Okay but what if Laura wasn't even an Alpha what if this person killed Laura to lure Derek and now Derek is trying to get revenge!"

"If Derek was trying to get revenge why would he go after some random bus driver! No there's got to be someone else out there!"

"What if the transfer failed or something!" Stilinski interjected. "Then maybe Derek got it because of their family! And maybe he's looking for the one who actually killed Laura! Maybe Myers knew something!"

"Then why would he bother biting Scott?"

"Cause maybe Laura was already dead when he found her and Alphas needed Betas and Scott was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

She took this into consideration. She read that the Alpha spark could be passed to heirs if the original dies but then..

"But guys he didn't exactly seem to be interrogating him. He was doing a lot more screaming than talking." Scott said looking more put out then the two bickering.

"So what if that was just an initiation." Stilinski added catching her before she could get a word out. "You said it yourself that joining a pack can be extremely dangerous, remember. That some packs work differently than others."

"Right because ripping someone apart is a real bonding experience?"

"But that still doesn't make sense if Laura was killed by werewolf then it should of passed to the werewolf who killed her!"

"Unless she was killed by an Argent which is outside the domain. Think about it, you said she was meeting someone to help her find out what started the fire but what if they just tricked her into coming out to the woods and killed her and now Derek is looking for the killer."

"Wait, why are we listening to a dream version of Laura!" Scott asked his anxiety, kicking itself up a notch. "Are we even going to ask why she's seeing Laura!"

"I'm over here believing that you're a wolf boy without question so you should believe that I'm being haunted by a ghost…without question." Pausing, she slumped because she was believing this. She had almost half the day believing that Scott was a wolf boy and that the version of him that she saw earlier was real.

"Okay so I can see how that sounds but again wolf boy." She gestured at him wildly putting them both in a standstill.

"Show me."

"What?"

"I want to see it since seeing is believing show me. I want to see the yellow eyes, the sideburns and the fangs!"

"I.. I can't just turn it on. I don't know how to do that yet!"

"Fangs Scott I want to see fangs!"

"I don't know how to do it okay!"

"And I don't know how I dream about Laura so I guess where in the same boat huh!" Crossing her arms she felt a bit disappointed if she was going to feel begrudging about something she wanted in her life since childhood she wanted to see it.

"Then why don't you ask Laura if she was an Alpha." He finally fired back after and she was partly impressed by his vigor.

"Yeah why don't you ask Laura! If she's just floating around in your head she should be able to tell you if she was an Alpha." Stilinski jumped in suddenly excited by the possibility of solving the mystery without actually getting Derek involved.

Her shoulders shifted at the thought of prying into Laura and the possibility of what that would mean for her.

"Okay okay can we just look at the bright side! Scott you didn't actually attack the bus driver

"I can go out with Allsion tomorrow." His distressed face morphed into something far more excited.

"I was going to say you won't kill me." Stilinki scoffed, annoyed that Scott hadn't even thought about it.

"Well he still can. Kill you." Both boys actively turned to look at her, not exactly encouraged by her logic. "I mean one crazy full moon is really more than enough for him to go sort of ape shit."

"Thanks." Stilinki grumbled, digging himself deeper into his seat.

The continued with the boy going over everything that Scott saw and she having already seen it turned out.

The theory that the alpha spark went to Derek after someone killed Laura could have happened. It was plausible enough for two amatures on the supernatural could come up with but then something didn't feel right.

Derek was the one to erase the memory, why would he send Scott back to the scene to get it back.. father more why would Derek take such an active role in playing both the offensive and defensive in Scotts life if he was his alpha.

In fact if Derek was his alpha what was the point of going to the bus in the first place and why did he care that Rory was there. Because he obviously didn't like her intervention he had killed a bird and shoved it in her locker for Christ sake but maybe he just wanted her to butt off his search for justice. She could understand that.

She was going to end up losing her mind. As It seemed Natile had taken it into her own hands to limit Rory's caffeine intake and by limit she actually meant take every last grain of coffee she could and put it in some magic place that her blonde ward would never find.

That magic place still eluded her despite her ransacking almost every room in a house In a frenzy to find her dark chocolate blend. By the time Lydia dragged her out the door she was demanding they go to the coffee shop saying that mediocre was better than nothing. They had made a deal after all but it seemed Lydia was more than prepared for her shit because she haughtily reminded her that the deal was 'you do what I say you get expensive coffee'.

According to Lydia she had not been doing what she was told so the deal was null in void.

It wasn't like she really needed it. She had slept like a baby last night even turning off her timer and turning back into her sheet. But of course that meant that she didn't see Laura or the bastard or even the white walled room. She just dreamed.

Now she sat slumped waiting for the first period to start when a box was dumped on her desk.

"I need you to take a look at these." The voice sounded almost scientific and she looked up with exasperated eyes.

"What?" Seeming to catch on to her annoyance he pulled a coffee cup from seemingly nowhere placing it down next to the book. "Please."

He took a couple steps back like a scientist setting out food for a tiger in hopes to get it to cooperate.

Her eyes flickered from the coffee to the box and she took in the content. It just seemed to be a random assortment of items.

"A lacrosse glove, a butterfly clip, a leather bracelet, a burned ace of spade and what is that are those your keys?" Her eyes roamed the box before looking back up at him raising a brow. "What is this?"

"First of all yes I was in a rush.. not the point just ignore them focus on the other things just take a look at them, you know, pick them up. Examine them." He pushed the coffee closer, a blatant bait.

"Yeah no."

"Come on Rory it has chocolate.. and hazelnut" Almost desperately he shoved the cup closer and shook it like a master would to their dogs treats. "Just pick one of them up."

"What's this about."

"I'm just curious" her brow raised and set back looking up at him through her lashes. "Look okay can you" He sighed, his hand running over his face before he licked his lips giving a dramatic hand gesture. "Can you at just humor me?" Sighing she looked at the coffee bringing it to her ear and giving it a shake before pulling it back and pulling off the cap.

She could see the effort even if it was just cheap gas station coffee there was a film of white over the top which assumed was either melted whipped cream or poison.

"Fine Stilinski but I want one of these." She gave the cup another shake. "for the next week."

"Did Lydia cut you off again?"

"Natalie actually."

"Okay fine just pick them up and tell me what you see." Her brow ticked as she brought the coffee to her lips draining it thoroughly enjoying his eye roll.

"You seem to comfortable around me now." She snarked but looked down at the few items again. She finally decided on the butterfly clip. Picking it up she looked it over.

It was small something a mom would put on there kid to dress up their hair. Its teal plastic had glitter sparkling inside. Looking back up at him she opened and closed the clip snapping its jaws at him like it was a rabid animal.

"Why do you have a little girls hair clip?"

"You don't know?" He asked suspiciously, causing her to roll her eyes.

"No it's not mine so of course not."

"Okay then try something else."

Sighing she took another drink shaking it to let him know she already drained about half and she could hear his scoff as she grabbed for the leather bracelet.

Turning it over she took note of the leather cord that tightened when you pulled it. Looking back up she could see a growing disappointment in his eyes.

"Okay try the glove." Placing the bracelet down she picked up the glove that was noticeably to small for his freakishly long spider fingers and she smirked at his eye roll when she told him as much.

"It was mine when I was young okay. Just feel it out okay."

"Is this because I laid over your lap?" She asked as she slipped her hand into the glove Looking up she didn't know weither to frown or smirk at little half scoff half groan. "Cause Stilinski that wasn't a mating ritual and your getting a little too desensitized to my antics by the way. I don't like it."

"Yeah I'm fully aware and this for the record has nothing to do with that." He stressed pinching the bridge of his nose twisting away from her.

"Okay fine don't joke around with me." Picking the glove up again she felt the white leather scratching at it before putting it back down.

"Not that one either huh?"

"Nope apparently not. Look I don't know what this is but unless your going to tell me how you killed some little girl then stole her brothers bracelet while wearing these gloves I'm really starting to lose interest." Looking down she realized the keys where stilling the box and of course she had to add them in for dramatic effect.

"And of course your get away car though how you were driving when you were 10 I'm not really- Stilinki?" Her words trailed off as she looked up and instead of an unamused teenager she found herself looking at an overjoyed woman.

"Mine? Really Dad I- I don't know what to say are you sure?" The women asked with her hand on her heart her wide brown eyes flickering down to the lone set of keys in her… no her fathers hand.

"It's a gift dear. Just tell me if you like it." His words were so simple but they held so much weight but it never broke the delicate moment as the woman carefully reached out taking hold of the set then the scene changed and she was in Stilinski jeep but it was different.

"Are you sure about this Claudia I mean I've never even seen you drive before?" A women asked turning to look at the owner of the keys. Rory noticed that there was an added key chain of a rabbits foot as she put them into the ignition.

"So? I've been practicing I don't want anything to mess him up he's my baby after all!" The women was grinning ear to ear as she seemed to pet the wheel.

"Him? Aren't most cars girls?" The women asked raising a brow causing Claudia to scoff.

"Maybe but not him, he's a boy I know he is."

"Okay what ever floats your boat girl."

"Rory! Oh my good its happening did you see it!" The voice came from left field it felt forgen in the scene and she noticed with a grimace that the two women couldn't hear it as they jokes and laughed all the way until Claudia pulled out into the road and the other women became more stiff.

"Rory! Hey Rory!" The world around her seemed to fog over and then it was like she had been hit violently in the temple and Stilinki stood In Front of her both hands of her shoulders as he shook her into focus.

"What was it what did you see?" He asked almost to enthusiastically considering the major migraine he had just inflicted on her.

"See what.. what the hell are you talking about I didn't see shit! What the hell was this even about Stilinski." She demanded her brow furrowering and her hands flexing to drop the keys.

Her shoulder became uneven again and she felt more then irritated about it because when the hell did she develop a tell? Why the fuck was her lie shaky wasn't as easy as breathing or cursing it was normal for her.

"Your ability, psychometry actually. You know your ability to see the history of an object. I was hoping there would be enough emotional charge in at least one of the items so come on tell em which one was it?" Dispite her glare she found that his enthu wasn't burning away.

"I'm sorry my psychometry? I see dead people and you think I have something completely different."

"Well your a raven. They usually have more then just necromancy. Since there seers and all."

"What?" Seer? He thought she was a seer?

Ignoring that she did in fact just have a vision or what ever that was she just saw but she didn't want to confirm it.

"Well I started thinking about the bird and the note. The brid was a raven and in the note Derek called you a raven. So I looked into it and see there's a whole book on it." Slinging his backpack off his back he opened it ruffling around until he fought a familiar leather book out.

"See in the werewolf book it talked about how Seers are called Ravens when they work for a wolf pack and I found this on your shelf. See it's a whole book taking about Seers or in your case Seeress. I spent all night going through it and it makes sense." Opened the book he bumped the box clearly trying to change the subject.

"See the eyes." Pointing at a picture of a drawn eye she noticed that it was white completely white to the point where the pupil was even covered by the foggy white color. "Your eyes did that yesterday on the bus and then they did it again just a second agao. It's supposed to happen whenever you have a vision."

Her hand came up nails digging into the leather before her finger tips could press against it. Slamming the book shut she picked it up shoving it back into Stilinski's stomach.

"Hey!" His grumbled died quickly when he realized she was ignoring him. Her gaze was looking ahead now as she waited for Allison.

"Rory? Hey what's wrong? Are you okay."

She could only continue to ignore him her chest iced over. She wanted to just shut him out. She wanted to hurt him to make him go away and leave her alone.

But she could only stare straight ahead her hand covering her mouth as she bit into her palm.

"Rory hey. Was it something I said?" His tone was was softer now as he took Allusions seat concern riddled across his dotted face.

"Hey I know you don't think you're anything but I've really looked into this. I stayed up all night see." Opening the book again he flipped to a certain page. " I was wondering why Derek didn't just attack you like he did Myers and it turns out wolves have a superstition about ravens. Your grandfather says that's either bloodline revenge or 18 years of bad luck. And look at this It says that seers have a certain blood type that's rare and the first time Scott met you he said that you smelt weird. I think it's because of your blood." Her eyes narrowed but she refused to acknowledge the memories that tried to escape the crack under the door.

"A-and I even looked through the internet cause you keeping saying your grandfather's words aren't gospel. And look." He licked his lips like he felt the dry gaze that bore into him as he flipped the page pointing to several post it. "so first I looked up Ravens and seeresses and look what I found. 'To have a raven's knowledge" it's an old Irish saying and it basically means to have a seer's supernatural powers. In a lot of cultures Raven represents the mystery of the unknown, death and transformation, creation, healing, wisdom, protection, and prophecy."

Her eyes narrowed at his researched them at him before she forced them to become half lidded and bored hoping that maybe he would get the hint.

"Then I found this." Showing another post it her blood froze the word 'Faith' was written in scrawled penmanship. "See faith in itself is just a normal name but 'Fáith' in Irish myth is another word for seer and look at this fáithsine is another word for prophecy. So I was thinking maybe it lost the apostrophe over time and-"

"Shut up." Her words seemed to slap the boy in the face and she almost pitied the way his smile dropped.

"What but Rory this makes since. It's how you saw Scotts bite, it's why Laura attached to you in the woods. It's why you went to the Hale house hell it's even how you knew that Scott wasn't playing the first game before anyone else. I mean doesn't it make sense. If werewolf and werewolf hunters can exist, why can't seers?"

She stared blankly at him, a swirl of things she could tell him to push him away, spiraling in her mind.

Her body was stiff she didn't know what to do with it she wanted to pull him closer and tell him to drop dead. Another part of her wanted to jab a pencil into his hands. In the end she settled on a cold stair.

"Yeah no I'm done." His lips parted and it looked like he was just barely holding his jaw up at her sudden dismissal.

"Done? What do you mean done? Why would you be done? Rory look at the evidence." He started his eyes darting from his color coated notes to the her dull eyes. She only watched sealing her lips in what she considered a coward's way out. She could of just told him maybe asked him to look into her case again since clearly he didn't understand the gravity of the situation. Maybe she could of had him call his father but she obly back in her chair eyes bored and drifted looking at anything but him.

She ignored his dejected questions and soon enough the box and the book were out of her sight replaced by Allsion who was raising a questioning amused brow.

"I don't want to talk about it."

….

Rory was starting to get seriously tired of random things coming along and screwing things up for her. It was almost starting to become a constant in her life. First there was the time that she woke up one morning with her mother unconscious in a hospital bed with the knowledge that she was an only child. Then there was the move to California. Of course there was seeing Laura's body and then haunting her dreams. Now it was having a new budding friendship ruined because someone just doesn't get the concept of letting someone pick their own character in a game.

Her finger ticked against the black polished top as she waited for the bell to ring to release them for lunch. Allison was already waiting for her since it was almost the end of her free period and she felt more overprotective than usual.

Apparently she was nervous about their speech assignment causing the blonde mental anguish. Rory had just rolled her eyes at the sentiment but she was fractured, not broken. She would get through it. Besides the teacher only wanted them to talk about their happiest memory she didn't exactly say when that memory needed to happen.

"Hey are you okay?" Looking up she saw the droopy but slightly concerned face of Erica.

"Nah I'm about five seconds away from total nuclear melt down."

"Oh." Erica nodded but didn't actually seem to understand what she was referring to. Which was fine Erica was easy to get along with but she wasn't exactly Rory's friend. They just had a mutual understanding they worked well together and they saved the others seat if they were running late.

"It's just you've been reaching into your bag but you never actually pull anything out so I was just wondering." Erica shrugged but seemed actually after all she invested didn't usually pry.

"Oh I'm debating how much trouble I'll get in if Im caught reading at the end of his lecture."

"We're not even supposed to be talking at the end of the lecture so I'm guessing another detention. Maybe you shouldn't." There was clear hesitation in her voice but that was just Erica. She was the nervous kind, the type who keeps their eyes forward even when shes talking to someone during a lecture.

Truthfully Rory wasn't trying to follow any kind of rules or keep from making Harrison give her another detention; she just couldn't grab her book. Throughout four periods she had tried to snatch up Carrie and read it to somehow calm herself. She wasn't blind she knew that Stilinki had been shooting her glances; he had even tried to wave her down. But she had been openly ignoring him to the point where she was being blatantly rude. The prick just wouldn't take the hint. Even now she could see him fidget as if he was trying not to turn around.

And that just pissed her off more. Who was he to take away her favorite book!

She was scared honestly. Scared of how much time and emotion she had drained into those pages. Scared that the only other person to have her book was Ariel and what if he was right and she was able to see the history of an object. What would that old tattered book show her.

She didn't know how she would handle it.

But her hand shot out again because it was ridiculous she had touched that book more times then she could count and she never saw anything other than the story itself. It was stupid to think that it would change because it wouldn't.. it shouldn't.

But still she didn't want to touch it.

She reached into her bag again, gaining an almost amused look from Erica. It felt pretty judgmental since she never actually turned to look at her. Her book was the small paperback kind so it was tucked away in the back pocket but the closer the got the colder her skin felt and finally as her nails graced the spin she pulled back.

Rory never actually liked giving up; it wasn't ever on her Todo list but as she straightened her body she gave Erica a sideways glance.

"You wouldn't happen to have a copy of Carrie in your bag would you?"

"So someone contacted me about the dog yesterday and I'm not really sure what to do."

"Well is she there's?" She watched as Allisons brows knitted together her face phasing between frustrated and concerned.

""No, I don't think so. He was interested but I don't think she ever actually belonged to him."

"Well is that not good enough someone being interested?"

"No I just.. I just want her to find someone who will take care of her you know. Scott texted me she's really lonely in her pen at the vet. I just.. I just want to find her home."

"Well what did your parents say about adopting her?" Looking down again Allsion bit her lip.

"You didn't tell them?"

"No I brought it up but then my dad brought up the one of his stories about the dog he once had that got rabies and it got really awkward."

"Well if you want her you should take your parents round to meet her. I mean if anything they can help spread the word."

"I don't know."

"What are you afraid they'll run into Scott? You know they're going to meet your boyfriend one way or another and meeting him at his job is probably a lot better than walking in on the two of you making out." Rory snickered at Allison's scandalized expression, finding it even funnier when she looked bashful over it.

"We're not even a couple yet."

"Yet? What are you waiting for your first date or something."

"Well yeah."

"I don't get it if you like him and he likes you just go out. I mean dates are all well and good but you don't need a date to be official."

"A date is what makes things official." Rolling her eyes Lydia slid in actively putting her tray between the two and smiling gratefully at Allison as she scooted over to make room for the girl.

"Yeah? I don't really see booty calls as dates but isn't that's how you and Jackson started?"

"Hmm, very funny but Jackson and I went to the movies for our first date. We saw the NoteBook." Upcapping her drink she sent an icey smile Rory's way.

Rolling her eyes at her theatrics Lydia seemed determined to prove her relationships worth. "By the end of the movie I was in tears and he pulled me in close and kissed me." There was a superior air to her voice and a cutting smile in her glossed lips; it almost felt like mockery.

"You know for that being your favorite movie you and Jackson don't really give off the rich girl falls for poor boy vibes. It's more like social climbing egomaniac meets narcissist with anger issues. I'm sure you can work out which is which."

"Sticks and stones Rory sticks and stones." The ditzy mean girl voice was throwing her off her game. Rory could argue with genius Lydia all day long but this Lydia just made her want to bash her head against a wall .

"No I think I was pretty clear but let me say it slower for you social climbing egomaniac and narcissist with anger issues. And if you really need me to I can give break down any of the big words you might not have understood okay." Her words came out slowly like she was talking to a child. Despite being completely aware that Lydia's IQ out classed hers in every way if she was going to act like a ditz Rory would treat her like a ditz.

Fair was fair..

"Rory come on don't patronize her she knows what it means." Lydia's brow raised a fraction of an inch as she blinked a few times batting her long lashes.

"You don't have to act dumb around me, that's all I was trying to say." Allsion voice wavered unsure if she offended the strawberry blonde.

"So!" Her face brightened as she turned towards Allsion quickly killing that conversation. "I just have to ask what you are wearing tonight."

"Oh I was just thinking that this should be fine." Allison sighed letting her declaration float off into the wind. It was for the best really since Lydia didn't like letting her guard down but neither of them did. It was something the two had in common.

"Oh? Well we'll go over to your place and see if there's anything else you'd might want to try on just in case " Rory rolled her eyes but didnt miss the tame reaction. In fact if she didn't know any better shed dare say that Lydia was being respectful to Al. Apparently Lydia Martin hadn't found a reason to go full on bitch to the new girl.

"Um okay sure I guess Is there something wrong with my outfit?" Allsions asked with a healthy mix of genuine curiosity and defensiveness

"She doesn't like what you're wearing."

"Rory." Lydia's head snapped giving her a look of pure venom and ice.

"She thinks you got dressed in the dark."

"Aurora!" Her smile was wide showing her clenched teeth and what were propraby manic eyes. "I didn't say that."

"She didn't have to. She's picky about what people around her wear. She thinks it's a representation of herself." Her eyes stayed on Allison not allowing Lydia the opportunity to scorn her with her eyes.

She paused taking it in before nodding and turning back to Allison "it's just because you're my friend. I basically put together all of Rory's outfits too and she always covers up my work with a shawl."

"We're an extension of her." She kept the same monotone voice still keeping direct eye contact with Allisons whose eyes flickered between the two.

"Okay we can see what I have if that makes you feel better" the blonde wanted to roll her eyes at the instant caving but she guessed Allison just didn't like it when people were at odds.

"Lydia don't you have your own table to sit at? Why are you over here?" She asked, mimicking the smile that she knew was on Lydia's; she received pursed lips and slightly narrowed eyes.

"Well since we're going out tonight I wanted to see what the plan was." Her head swiveled as if she was trying to find the lie hiding somewhere in the cafeteria and of course she found it she could see Tracy and Dia talking animatedly with Harley before setting their trays down at a table that wasn't to far away where Lydia would usually sit.

"Did they ditch you?" She asked not bothering to look back.

"No, they just wanted to sit with her today." Something clattered on the table but Rory didn't look back to see what it was.

"Yeah? Okay." Standing she had already concocted a plan.

"Rory." Despite Lydia being gracious enough to call her by her preferred name there was a clear warning in her voice. Her hand clamped down on her wrist like a iron claw.

"What are you doing? I thought we were going to discuss tonight?" The clear translation was a harsh sit down but Rory had already put a plan into motion. She was going to ignore Stilinski and she couldn't do that if she was stuck at a bowling alley with him and wolf boy.

"Nope sorry I had a falling out with the Stilinki so I'm gonna bail beside you and Tracy can make amends or whatever." That wasn't true not exactly unless of a falling out was suddenly just giving someone the cold shoulder without context.

"We don't need to make amends so just sit down okay."

"Yeah no it doesn't sound like everything's peaches and shit. Listen there's a double feature on tonight anyway and I really don't feel like missing it." She was lying through her teeth she didn't know about any double feature being on but it was a plausible lie. She'd believe it.

"Oh a double feature? What's playing? Lydia do you just want to do that instead?" Allsion quickly popped up, probably more willing to sit next to Scott in a dark movie theater where she can tune everything else out and shamelessly flirt with her crush.

"No, we agreed on bowling so just sit down so we can plan this out. The boys get done with Lacrosse practice at five so we should go over to Allisons after school and get her ready then pick up the boys. Rory if your not bringing the sheriff's son your just going to have to find someone else since this is a triple date. We can't let you go alone."

"Okay see where we hit a couple snags. Like the fact that you can't tell me what to do or that I'm not going on a date with anyone." There was a tick in the girls green eyes as they narrowed at her dangerously. Then her eyes drifted to the side her head tilting before she seemed to come to a decision.

"Rory, sit down." It was the dangerous calm before the storm tone that she sometimes used when things weren't going her way. Usually it meant she had something on yousomething that would force you to submit

"Lydia, kindly fuck off." She tried to turn but found a pale hand on her wrist and in a since her cousin shouldn't of had an iron grip of a fucking eagle but here they were.

"Sit down or" her eyes darted to Allsion who was rolling her eyes playfully. She didn't exactly know how to respond to their constant bickering since they were family and Allsion seemed to under the impression that family just bickered sometimes and it was harmless. "Or I swear to god you will never see that phone again got it!"

But this wasnt even close to harmless this was a crock of shit. It was complete and utter blackmail.

Rory hated it.

She had nothing on Lydia herself and using the sympathy card wasn't going to help. Didn't she promise she wouldn't that it was only for emergencies well here it was being thrown in her face. She want to wrench her hand away and run to Tracy and somehow figure out what had Lydia on edge. Really she wanted to throw it in her face that she wasn't going to follow orders like a dog.

"I will destroy you and everything you hold dear." The words came out as intended full of anger full of promise but Lydia didn't even look put out instead she smiled.

"So Allsion, Rory and I were wondering since she cant watch her movies tonight if you wanted to come over Friday for a sleep over?" The wide smile that grew on Allsions face deflated the fight in Rory.

"Seriously? Yeah I'd love to, that would be great!" Then there was the enthusiasm and Rory shrunk back down to her seat like a good little follower.

Safe and cozy.

That was how Rory described her little nook in the library.

Sure it wasn't Allison's shoulder but it was still a nice place to huddle up in. Surrounded by the myths and supernatural novels of the nonfiction section it was a perfect quiet and calm oasis for her.

So why was someone's footsteps padding closer to her? It was probably Stilinki who had been unsuccessfully trying to talk to her all day and of course he was one of the few people who knew she was here the other two being Allsion and Mrs. Cooper the librarian who more or less glared at her when she asked if they had any Stephen King books.

Of course she was aware that it was on the banned book list at pence so she wasn't exactly surprised when she got an icey no.

So instead she worked on her speech assignment surrounding herself with the one and only vampire diaries novel that she could find. She wasn't about to stand In Front of anyone and tell her happiest memories when they were all stained and discolored so instead she was going to... to mind raced as many different idea filtered through.

She'd have to put a bit more thought into it.

"Hey Rory whatcha doing?"

"Hopefully making an essay uncomfortable enough to have the teacher stop me midway through" Pausing, she looked up from the list of cons giving tilting her head and narrowing her eyes. "Or maybe it's not raw enough I'm not sure. I think I'll read it to Lydia and if she's not thoroughly put out by the end of it I'll probably scrap it and move on. You?"

Scott seemed to flounder at her response but quickly found his footing. "I came to talk to you actually. Stiles sent me." One hand moved from his pocket to scratch the back of his neck as a almost pain awkwardness pinched the area between his eyes.

"He doesnt really get why you mad at him so he sent me to talk to you."

"Uh huh." She nodded looking up at him her head tilting as she prepared her arsonal.

"Look he thinks that it has to do with the seer thing but since you've been ignoring him he really hasn't been able to confirm it. He just wanted to apologize." She got the feeling and it was only a feeling not some devine opnipateinse that it wasn't the only reason Scott sought her out.

"Uh huh."

"Yeah." He nodded and seemingly back off for a moment.

"But you know I've seen it too, right? When your eyes go white. I've seen it a lot actually." And there it was.

"Okay so what are you saying?" Her defenses rose like the blade of a geatian with a sharp blade ready to come down and dissect every word he was about to say.

"I just. I think that if you really are a seer then we can figure this out you know together and we could help each other. I'm new to the whole supernatural thing so we could try to understand it maybe it won't be so scary you know."

"You want us to sing compiba and hold hands and keep you from doing stupid shit is that about right?"

"Well yeah it would help maybe you could help us stop Derek before he attacks anyone else and we could help you control your powers."

"Okay just stop. I don't want to be a seer. I don't care about looking into the future or seeing an objects past. It's bullshit and I deserve better." With more gusto then she had all day she unzipped the pocket wrapping her hand around the spine of Carrie and thrusting it out.

"If I'm going to play into your dumbass DD roleplay bull shit I want something cool. I want to be a telepath or Jack freaking frost! 'Seeing' the future and all the crap is way too docile for my taste."

"Would you rather be what hostile? It's not all it's cracked up to be the claws the strength it's a lot to handle I don't even know how I'm handling it."

"Then we can switch." Shrugging, she opened her book, almost smirking at his irritation. It was almost radiating off of him. It surrounded her in a hot and stuffy way like a heater in a car that was turned up to high.

"Rory, this isn't a game okay. We can't just switch, I can't just give it to you or at least I don't think I can!"

Her shoulders shifted at the intensity in his voice and the heat that was filling up her little nook. It was like she was butter being blanketed by a heating pad. It was uncomfortable and sweltering.

"McCall." She said standing so she could level with him keeping her face more confident then she felt. "You don't actually think you're a wolf boy right? Cause pushing something like that will get you in the same boat as me sessions with Goodman and more pills in your bathroom then a grandma. And only one of those is worth stomaching." She added crossing her arms over her chest refusing to move her arms from under her cloak.

"I don't think I am I actually am. Rory I actually am a werewolf and I don't know how to control it and I did not ask for it but I really am.. one." He seemed stop trail off for a moment unsure of his own words.

"And so is Derek."

"Yes." There was an ounce of hope.

"And he attacked the bus driver."

"Yes."

"And you think that he might have been the one that bit you."

"Yes!" The hope was almost consuming and she could feel the air around her begin to lighten up becoming more even.

"And when exactly did we get high together?" The look was shattered and she almost thought it was to funny to laughable. The confusion basically painted his face.

"I mean I don't really dabble in drugs so I'm not surprised that I don't remember but I got to know what shit we were on that made us think that we were there when the bus driver was being attacked. I mean Jacksons basicly coining the idea that your on steroids and I never actually bought into it but Scott is Lacrosse worth it?" She was being patronizing now and they both knew it dripped from her sick sympathy was seeming into his skin and leaving a painful realization.

Did she actually think he was a druggie? Maybe there was a high possibility.

"What? I'm not on drugs! I'm just" trailing off again she watched his eyes dart over her as if he was looking for his explanation on her face.

"What if I can show you."

"You said you couldn't control it."

"No I tried practicing last night just you know, turning my eyes. Look, if I can prove it, can we start over?"

"Fine but I want claws and fangs and mutton chops right here right now." Leaning back she waited for the show.

He stood for a second thinking it over but then he took a breath. She half expected him to look around and try to make sure they were alone but werewolves shouldn't have to do that right. They should be able to use their senses to locate others. Okay Scotty points for that.

His body hunched his shoulders becoming stiff before they started heaving his body following suit. He was grunting and growling but she couldn't see any change. Her brow raised at his mouth that now hung slightly open. It was amusing to watch but it wasn't the show he wanted. For all of his heavy breaths and grunts there wasn't even a sign of growing claws or sprouting fangs in fact his eyes didn't even flicker.

After a full minute or more it was just starting to get embarrassing and he felt it to his face scrunching up in confused awkwardness as her expression grew more amused.

Reaching out she watched as his eyes followed her pinched fingers before she flicked him in the forehead and his entire stance broke.

Letting out a gust of air he his body loosened completely abashed.

"I don't understand." He breathed hard, almost wheezing. "I got it to work last night." His hands rose and he examined them turning them over and even gripping at the ends of his fingers tips.

"Well maybe your wolf is just shy." She smiled them a mocking smile that allowed her to bare her teeth. "A meek little wolf boy."

Maybe it was because now she had confirmation that Scott and Stiles where lunatics who got to invested in fantasy. Maybe it was because now she knew the puppy eyed boy who had her friend's heart was only a threat on a mental level. Maybe it was that if he was normal, so was she. It could of been one of them or all of them or none of them but she felt satifyed.

"That was a show."

"I'm telling you the truth!"

"Seeing is believing Scotty." Her head cocked and she felt heat again but this time it was completely internal her own flame that danced and burned her lungs leaving her gasping for more. "I don't see, I don't believe. So why don't you just finish out the day and get ready for your date and stop worrying about make believe it can only land you in a mental ward." Drinking in his crestfallen expression she felt exhilarated so much like herself.

"You have pills in your bag. Theres a lot of them and they, they smell terrible its sting my nose every time they move." Her smile faltered and she felt the computation to reach down and snatch her bag.

"Your first day you saw something in Harrison's class that caused you to have a panic attack. You kept muttering to Ariel you didn't want her to listen to your dad." The smile fell sliding down her face like an avalanche and her lips twisted into a grimace. Her hands flexed at her side and anger blazed burning over her skin.

"So I freaked out in front of a bunch of people, everyone knows that you don't have to be an ass about it and bring it up."

"Okay! Fine, I don't know how to prove it but Its weird right that I can smell your pills and no one heard you say that stuff. That's got to count for something right." She stared at him, his irritation. It was weird she had only ever used the bastereds pills once and she never told anyone that she even had them. She waited it out riding the growing anxiety until he bursted out again. "I don't even want to be.. this I didn't get to choose either I woke up one morning and the whole world was just different!"

The whole world.

That would of made since. Everything would of been magnified every smell would of made his entire body sensitive and alarm every word spoken bird chirping every alarm ring would have been overwhelming. Scott didn't even have an Alpha he was all alone.

Werewolves lived by the book they had Alphas to mentor them betas to create bonds with. The need for social outschrefh was so much stronger then a normal humans. Scott was alone but if Rory was in the same spectrum if she could be someone to relate with even a bit then he was going to make the effort.

She couldn't deny that she had visions that sometimes when they touched she would like she had been transported to another plain far from the one that her body was. She couldn't deny that she saw something on the bus or that sometimes the door would loom as real and solid to her as it was that day. Sighing she felt her body sag.

She was going to throw the dog boy a bone again.

Damn it.

"The pack makes the wolf. You know that right? And without it your basicly fucked? Wolves need other wolves… or better yet they need companionship so if your really rejecting the Alpha that bit you your going to get screwed over." He looked a bit hesitant like his eyes darting again as if he was looking for a trap before he shook his head first up and down then left and right.

"Yeah I know. I mean I don't really know. I don't even want to be a werewolf but I'm stuck with it for now and I really need help. I tried going to Derek but I'm finding it really hard to get over the fact he did this to me."

"Maybe." He stopped and her shoulders lifted in a half shrug.

"We only have theories and for now that's one of them but we don't actually know. Someone else might be out there pulling strings and playing some sick game."

"It has to be Derek!" Her brows raised Scott wasnt really loud per say but he definitely expelled stress like a radiator.

"And why's that cause he's the only werewolf you know. Scott there could be other werewolf's there could packs and Alphas in every corner of the world. That's why their mythology is so widespread. Think about it, Als dad would be out of a job if Derek was the last remaining werewolf." He grimaced at the reminder that his girlfriend's dad had the potential to kill him one day.

The thought had been tucked away in Rory's brain; she hadn't even made a teasing remark all day. Maybe she was subconsciously trying to avoid the topic.

It was easier to think of this as a game with multiple players and story lines. It was a game that made it clear that her actions and choices affected the outcome.

"Well I didn't really think about it. I guess there could be others but when Derek found me the night of the party he said the bite was a gift that we were brothers and then he saved me from the hunters. Why would he do all that if he wasn't the one who bit me?"

Her lip pulled as she tried to think of a rebuttle.

"So what he was vague that doesn't mean it was him."

"Okay and if his eyes are red will you believe me then?" Her eyes cut to him before finding a random title.

"Sure. If his eyes are red then it's possible that he bit you but honestly your not playing right. Your always supposed to ready for anything in games." Her brain ran through the many games that this was true but they were all preset with a story line. "Like in DND and all that crap you need to think of every possibility before you're stuck in a single mindset."

"But if I'm busy thinking of everything how am I going to focus on anything?"

Staring at him, her lips twisted. "I don't know but you're the hero here right? I mean you're basically the main character since you were the one who was bit so your going to have to figure it out."

"Ugh! This isn't a game and it's not a movie either. I'm not the main character, I'm a person Rory , a person who has no idea what they're doing and is kind of freaking out!"

"And what am I supposed to do? What can I do that you can't?"

"Ravens are supposed to be able to see the future and stuff so maybe you could help me.. I-i don't know find out what happened to me or find a cure." Smiling dispite her teeth sinking into her lower lip she felt more them amused at the idea there was some werewolf cure.

It was an impossible idea actually.

She had seen some shows were there was a cure but she never actually believed them. A cure for lycanthropy didn't make sense. Like there was a way to go back to your original design after plastic surgery. The tranformation someone had to go through just to grow claws was something that was now apart of his DNA. It wasn't something that could just be ripped out with out serious damage.

His puppy dog eyes stared at her strained but ernst and one shoulder lifted higher.

"Yeah I don't think that there's a cure but I mean anything's possible." Rolling her shoulders back she muttered a quiet 'apparently' that he obviously heard.

"See, I heard that. I can hear almost everything it's a bit overwhelming sometimes though."

"Does it make you feel sick?"

"No, but I feel like it should. Sometimes smells will though like the bus last night. I couldn't shake the smell of metal and rust until my mom got home last night and put some pop tarts in the toaster."

"That's probably because you were human. Werewolf's don't really get sick, not from the common things at least."

"How do you know so much anyway? I mean you don't really seem to believe me so.." he trailed off his eyes darting away and she felt a bit bad for him. Delusional or not he seemed genuinely upset like he didn't truly believe it himself and he was waiting to wake up.

"Don't get me wrong I love supernatural shit I've been wanting to see a real manticore since I was 7. Mythology was how I bonded with my grandfather and he believed in almost everything without sounding like a nutjob." A look of curious confusion passed his face causing her to roll her eyes.

"Maybe he already knew? I mean the book stiles has been reading all day came from his collection. Maybe he knew you were a seer."

"No! No you did this to me you're the monster I knew you were coming I knew you were coming. You've been watching me just like I you always do you been watc-blah..ack"

The bastard had tried to scream and kick and she remembered even now how much larger her grandfather's hand looked as it curled around his son's head banging his head into the refrigerator. She remembered how he curled into himself for a moment like he had reverted to being a child again cowering under his father's larger form.

"Yer break in your mind again boy. We need to get your help." She could feel her smaller self as she looked down the narrow kitchen her mother only a few feet away looking mildly concerned as her husband's father clamped down on his shoulder forcing his only son to stand.

"Arial is on danger there going to take her there going to take her a-and eve-every thing we've done would of been" her grandfather looked bigger then ever as he clamped his hand over his son's mouth his free arm wrapping around his neck and he dragged him towards the front door.

"Quiet now you don't want to wake your girlies. Lornie get the door." Her mother nodded almost absently running forward completely unaware of the small girl watching her.

"There coming!" Her father jumped and squirmed and his father's grip looking like the worm an early bird would catch. Wiggling and withering only seemed to make grandpa more angry as he drew forward and popped him in the mouth and nose. "They'll take her!" She could see blood trickle down his nose and staining his teeth as he screamed again.

"I hate you I hate I both of you I hate you I wish you dead. I wish you died!!"

Cutting off the idea she glowered at him.

"Scott, he was just an eccentric old man."

"But Stiles said there were a lot of books on your shelf's tons. And he said that there were different species like ghouls and-and other stuff. I mean what if he actually researched them."

"Can you just let it go your like a dog on a corpse just shut up." She tried to mask her denial in annoyance, throwing her head back dramatically and grimacing. Her lip curled again. Who did he think he was dragging out memories and shit.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" There was a pause and her brow raised. "Okay not really I'm not a dog I can't even turn into a real wolf yet but that's not the point."

"You've made a lot of points if that what you consider a point." His mouth opened closed and opened again several times before he finally shook his head his hand dragging down his face as he groaned.

If laughing was rude Rory would just say she was bad at social ques because after a moment he looked at her and there was misery in place of anger or distain. He just looked so hopeless; her fit died at the sight quieting down with every passing minute until she could only keep an uncomfortable smile on her lips.

"Come on lighten up it's just a game." His eyes searched hers and it became oddy intense.

"Not for me." Her smile died. Her shoulders shifted as her arms crossed over her abdomen squeezing at her sides.