Lydia set everything out in front of her on the teacher's desk and began to make herself a different kind of cocktail than the ones that her and Diana had at their sleepovers.
Fifteen agonising minutes later and it was ready.
Alison began to cry again and protest about Scott's mortality.
This again? Really? Diana thought wriggling her jaw and sighing. Jackson shot her another look but she shot him one back, hers saying 'Bite me' this time.
Di, could you, for appearances sake try to be less of a-
Of a what Stiles? A witch?
No. A bitch. He looked back at her; she was always by his side. In this he was trying to be on hers.
Diana watched the tearful goodbye with a cool detachment. Maybe her parent's death had hardened her, maybe she was as Jackson said a bitch, but overly emotional displays really made her think how pathetic humans could be.
She had been raised by several wonderful women, all strong and powerful, all of them in total control of themselves all of the time. Diana had grown up thinking that, that was the way that a Witch behaved, calmly, taking in all aspects of the situation and protecting their own first. They had to, hunters would slaughter them all if they could, and the only way for them to survive was to protect themselves.
The door closed behind Scott and Alison dove into Lydia's arms while Diana stood next to Stiles arms folded and blew out a breath.
"Okay what the hell is your problem?" Jackson rounded on Diana, "Is it just that you're a bitch or is it that you can't wait until you finally see your slaughtered parents again?"
Diana tonged her lip, her eyebrows raised at the insult.
"Hey, Jackson, you wanna back off there a little. Stressful situation for everyone and ohh-"
Diana snapped her right hand forward slapping Jackson with a reverberating crack.
"Shut up about my family you fucking arse." She spat, arms encircled her pulling her away from the darkly looking boy to the teacher's desk.
"I don't get this." Alison whimpered, "I don't get why he left us and I, I can't stop my hands from shaking." Jackson returned to where he was before between the two girls. Stiles let Diana go after a look at how clam she was.
"It's ok." He said soothingly, grasping her hands in his own. Lydia's eyes widened at the action flickering to Diana, who had seen and was looking wide eyed back at her. Jackson's lip twitched.
More agonising moments went by; Stiles began to twitch, his ADHD acting up under the stress of the situation.
"Jackson you handed me the Sulfuric Acid right?"
"I gave you exactly what you asked for." He snapped, Lydia shrank slightly.
"I'm sure you did." She appeased quickly not noticing Diana's eyes narrowing slightly at the boy.
The waiting was painful not knowing when her Uncle would arrive or if Scott was still alive.
Could you do that singing thing again? Stiles suddenly asked her. Diana craned her neck to look back at him but he refused to look at her. She could see though the stress was near to making him cry.
Yeah sure. She responded. Going with the first song that came to her mind.
Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night and, wouldn't you love to love her? Takes to the sky like a bird in flight and, who will be her lover? Stiles' breathing became a little less laboured.
Suddenly Jackson pitched forward in pain clutching the back of his neck.
"Jackson you ok?" Alison asked her voice dripping with concern.
Both girls lurched to help him, pulling him to his feet.
"No, I'm fine." Jackson insisted, shaking the girls off.
"That didn't sound okay at all." Alison pointed out.
"I'm ok." Jackson said again,
"Hey what's that on the back of your neck man?" Stiles wondered. That peaked Diana's interest and moved a step closer to where Jackson was currently stood facing away from her. Claw marks.
Claw marks, healing but definitely there. Diana told Stiles while Jackson flinched away from everyone's inquisitive eyes.
They returned to looking at each other again, Diana resumed singing mentally to Stiles, his body claiming quicker than his mind.
Click
Someone had locked the door.
"Scott?" Alison dived for the door shoving the stool out the way, "SCOTT!" she tried frantically to open the door.
"What's he doing?" Lydia asked fear colouring her voice. "STOP!" She had figured it out now, why he had locked them in. It could only have been for their safety.
Alison turned to look at her best friend.
"Do you hear that?" Lydia whipped her head round to face the windows, sirens. Faint sirens.
Stiles gaped at Diana. They had survived, but if the Alpha went for Stiles' dad he could potentially have nobody.
It'll be ok. I'm going to make this okay. Diana assured Stiles. They all rushed forward to the windows, Diana saw for the first time that night the mangled bonnet of Stiles Jeep and grimaced.
Sorry about your Jeep. She thought to him and got no reply which Diana truthfully did not find surprising.
The squad cars pulled up, all three with sirens blearing,
"We're saved." Lydia said happily. Diana spotted her Uncle's navy blue Mercedes and relaxed too, they were indeed saved.
"What really happened?" Simon Preston demanded from his niece the moment he got her alone.
"There is a new Alpha Were in town, maybe not a new one, I don't know, it turned Scott and they had the brilliant idea to summon the thing here and it killed Derek. Chased us round the school all night, I think it was there for Scott because at one point we got separated and it didn't go for me, then I found Alison because it had texted her to come to the school from Scott's phone and then Jackson and Lydia were there and it's all a big mess Si."
"Right." Simon exhaled looking to the sky, checking on the moon that was thankfully not quite full. He ran a hand through his close cropped salt and pepper hair frowning.
"Why were you here?" He asked trying to put all the pieces together in his mind.
"Stiles. He is exceedingly human." Diana said bluntly and cryptically.
"Okay, I need to talk to the Sherriff." Simon guided his charge over to where Stiles and Scott were telling the Sheriff 'what really happened'.
"Noah, a word?"
"Sure Simon." The Sheriff turned back to the boys, "Stay, both of you."
The two walked a little way off towards the cars so as to not be overheard leaving Diana with the Were and the human she was bound to.
"So, crazy way to spend a Wednesday night huh?" Stiles said sarcastically.
"Yeah but let's not do that again in a hurry, okay, very breakable human?" Diana sassed back with a smirk.
"I can't believe that you're a Witch. Does your Uncle know?" Scott asked astounded.
"Dude," Stiles lightly hit his shoulder, "It's her whole family."
"So he does know?" Scott confirmed, Diana nodded.
"I just told him what really happened tonight, we might need the Coven's help."
"Wait, Coven?" Scott exclaimed, Stiles too looked surprised. "There are more of you?"
"One, racist. Two, shut up. Time and a place and this is neither." Diana said testily.
You okay there? Stiles asked concerned.
Fine, I'm just tired. Diana said rubbing her face with her left hand.
"Well we survived." Stiles said trying to brighten the mood, "Outlasted the Alpha, that's something right?"
"When we were in the Chemistry room, it walked right by us, you don't think it knew we were there?" Scott said effectively killing whatever form of happiness that Stiles was trying to create.
"Well then how come we're still alive?" Stiles theorised. Diana moved to lean on the same railing that Stiles was leaning on,
"It wants Scott to join his pack. Surely that would mean getting rid of his old pack?" Diana put forward, Scott nodded,
"It wants me to get rid of my old pack, exactly."
"What do you mean? What old pack?" Stiles pressed, his curiosity captured.
"Alison, Lydia, Jackson, Diana, you, you're my pack."
"The Alpha doesn't want to kill us." Stiles said realising the truth,
"It wants me to." Scott turned away from the soul bonded pair, "That's not even the worst part."
"How- how in holy hell is that not the worst part Scott?" Stiles demanded.
"He wanted to do it." Diana realised aloud looking to her red sneakers.
"When he made me shift, I wanted to kill you." Scott admitted his eyes betraying his guilt. "All of you."
Stiles looked at Scott, his face betraying the hurt and fear that he felt. Diana still refused to look up, feeling like she was intruding on an intimate moment. That was when she felt it though. A tug, just below her ribcage, like someone had tied something inside her and was pulling on it. She frowned and tried to move away only to find she couldn't go far, a step at the most.
Don't go. Stiles pleaded. Diana looked up at him then, he was doing this.
What are you doing?
I don't know, just don't go. He responded. She nodded and retook her place at his side.
Scott looked up from his shoes; Deaton was sat in the ambulance a little way off. Mystified he began to move towards his boss. His movement catching Stiles attention too, he took Diana's hand and pulled her with him as he followed Scott to the medical van.
"There you are." Deaton greeted. Stiles dropped her hand discreetly.
"How?" Scott asked, "How did you?"
"Get out? Not easily." Deaton shook his head. Diana cocked hers looking over the man. Druid.
"From what they tell me I'm alive because of you." He chuckled, "I think I owe you a raise." Diana smiled fakely, there was a lot more to this man that met the eye.
Simon and the Sheriff appeared at their shoulders and guided them away from the vet,
"We're going home now." Simon instructed steering the girl to the car.
I'll see you tomorrow Stiles. Diana said to the boy with his father, they caught each other's eyes, Diana waved a little and Stiles responded with a goofy grin and a small wave of his own. His father followed his gaze and shook his head exasperated at his only child.
