"Faster!" Stiles urged Scott, Diana looking behind them out the back window of Derek's car.

"She's practically in the boot Scott, step on it!" Diana urged, the car had been following for a while at quite a speed; Diana was beginning to really hate the driver.

"I don't think you're grasping the concept of a car chase here." Stiles said shakily looking behind them,

"If I go any fast I'll kill us!" Scott protested, Diana leant forward between the seats,

"If you don't go any faster they'll kill us, they'll burn me and chop you in half." Diana snapped.

Scott changed the gear and sped up, Stiles looked round again.

"They're gone." He pointed out mystified. Diana reached forward and flicked on Stile's police radio in his hand.

"All units be advised, suspect is on foot moving towards the iron works." The grainy voice said through the radio. Diana flopped back into her seat.

"To the iron works." She jokingly commanded.

Scott changed direction now heading for the different part of town.

Spotting Derek crouched and taking fire from a hunter they screeched to a stop. Stiles threw open the door,

"Get in!" He directed throwing himself into the back over Diana, he landed in a bundle of limbs, Diana swiftly pushed him off her into the adjoined seat.

Derek launched himself inside and Scott shot off.

"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott demanded angrily. Derek looked none too happy himself,

"Damn it I had him!" He shouted back.

"Who the Alpha?" Stiles asked leaning between the two seats.

"YES!" Derek barked, "He was right in front of me then the friggin police showed up."

"Whoa, I'm sure they were just doing their jobs." Stiles tried to reason.

Diana pulled him back into his seat,

"They wouldn't have to be if you and Scott hadn't made him the most wanted man in the state." She snapped. Derek shot round at her voice.

"You brought Di again?!" He barked,

"Stiles comes, she comes. And can we seriously get past that?!" Scott shouted back, "I made a dumbass mistake, I get it."

"Alright." Stiles sounded waving his hands and leaning between the seats again, "How did you find him?" Derek looked at Diana shaking his head, angrily returning his gaze to the road.

"Could you try to trust us for one second?" Scott demanded. Derek twitched his jaw,

"Her I trust, you guys, not so much." Diana smirked; Stiles caught her eye and raised his eyebrows,

Seriously?

"Try trusting all of us." Stiles told Derek. He looked at the short haired boy with a look of hatred that Stiles amended, "Or just him. I'll be back here." He retook his seat next to Diana who was still smirking.

"The last time I talked to my sister she was close to figuring something out, she found two things, first was a guy named Harris."

"Our Chemistry teacher?" Diana blurted sharing an equally confused look with Stiles,

"Why him?" Scott asked.

"I don't know yet." Derek excused, Diana could see him getting the same exasperated face he wore when she used to trick him into letting her stay up for another half an hour after the previous three,

"What's the second?" Stiles asked, Derek reached into his back pocket and unfolded a piece of paper with a pencil drawing on it. Some kind of crest.

Scott sighed when he saw what it was.

"That's the symbol on Alison's necklace." He groaned. Diana clapped his right shoulder,

"Welp, looks like you're talking to Alison."

"Why can't you talk to her? It would make more sense if a girl asked for a necklace than her Ex-boyfriend." Stiles said pulling a face, Diana rolled her eyes,

"I'm not going anywhere near that girl." She flatly refused. Scott caught her eye in the rear view mirror,

"Why not? I know you hate her, don't know why you hate her, but please?"

Diana shook her head at his puppy eyes.

"No." She insisted.

"This is going to be impossible you know."

"Why? Just ask if you can borrow it." Stiles said entering the school doors behind his friend. "It's easy just say 'Hey Alison can I borrow your necklace? See if there's anything on it, or in it, that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to be with you.'"

"Not helping." Scott snapped.

"Why don't you just talk to her?" Stiles said pointing out the obvious. Scott groaned,

"I wouldn't have to if Diana would just help us." Stiles shook his head,

"I'm sure Di has her reasons." He defended.

"She won't talk to me." Scott insisted,

"If we make Di do this then she won't talk to me." Stiles said gesturing wildly, "Like ever, ever again."

"What if she like only takes it off in the shower or something." Scott reasoned dejectedly,

"That's why you ease back into it okay? Get back on her good side, remind her of the good times and then you ask for the necklace." Stiles lightly hit Scott's shoulder. Scott stared off into space for a moment, Stiles hit him again,

"You're thinking about her in the shower aren't you?"

"Yeah." Scott admitted guiltily,

"Alright." Stiles said grasping Scott's shoulder, "Stay focused, get the necklace, get the alpha, get cured, get Alison back." He backed off, "In that order got it?" He spotted Diana at her locker moving away to go and talk to her.

Stiles leant against the locker next to Diana's,

"Gooood morning." He greeted with a dorky smile. Diana looked particularly attractive today, her tight high waisted blue jeans and tan heeled boots emphasising her lower assets while her fire coloured locks covered her shoulders and back over a partially obscured plain white scoop neck t-shirt. As usual she had her moonstone necklace on, only this time the silver chain she had it on hung to just below her breasts.

"Hello." She smiled at him, "So, now I can honestly say I've been in a car chase. Why do I get the feeling that life with you in it will never be boring for long?" She asked cheekily. Stiles smirked stupidly,

"Because it won't." He said in his best imitation of Shaun Connery. Diana giggled at his antics only making his dopey grin grow wider.

"I didn't know you did charity work Diana, what you talking to Stilinski for?" Danny mocked lightly opening the locker two away from hers on her right. She smirked back at him,

"Oh Danny dear, you know how I just love people." Danny frowned still grinning,

"You hate people though." Diana laughed in reply glancing back at Stiles, his face no longer bore his previous grin but he was instead looking at Diana's shoes. Danny shut his locker and left for class.

"I hate stupid people." She clarified closing her own locker. Stiles nodded, she caught his eye,

"You're not stupid." He nodded again; Diana blew out her lips, "Now Mia, Mia's stupid, and Greenburg. My god they're annoying." That brought his grin back.

"Like majorly annoying. You know Mia once asked me what Batman was. Like he's Batman." She shrugged emphatically. They moved towards their next class together.

Diana took her usual seat in History as the class began to fill up, the seats around her already filled.

"You need to move. Now." Lydia stood in front of Mia who had taken the seat next to Diana. Knowing when it was best not to put up a fight she swiftly picked up her things and moved without comment.

"Lydia that's not nice." Diana mockingly admonished. Lydia just rolled her eyes,

"Like you wanted to sit next to her anyway. Miss What-does-Pythagoras-have-to-do-with-Math?" Lydia mocked in a high pitched voice. Diana laughed at her friend's impression.

"So what's with the sudden relocation?" Diana asked leaning towards the other red head. Lydia pouted,

"I miss you."

Diana pulled a not buying it face.

"No really, you've been so busy lately I feel like I've not seen you, and then if I do you're with that spazzy boy and won't talk to Alison." Lydia explained earnestly. She gasped,

"You don't like Scott do you?!" Lydia demanded.

"Eww." Diana replied her face the picture of disgust, "No, it's not that. I just don't like her. Something about her." Diana shrugged, not technically a lie, it was something about her that Diana didn't like; her family.

"Okay well, we are going shopping tonight, then we are going to the game together." Lydia directed. Diana cocked her head at her friend, Lydia was only like this when something was going wrong with her and considering the effort that she put into the pink dress, thick belt and perfect make up something was wrong with Jackson.

Diana nodded catching Lydia's eye.

"Sure, I can get behind that." Lydia flicked her hair,

"Good, I knew I could count on you."

Diana seemed to be the only one at lunch who noticed that Jackson was staring pretty intently over to Scott and Stiles' table. She frowned opening her mouth to call him out on it when Stiles' voice entered her head while her phone pinged.

We need you to get the necklace. Both messages said.

Diana followed Jackson's gaze and raised her eyebrows at the boys.

"What did she say?" Scott asked desperately.

"You do not want to know. That girl could make a sailor blush." Stiles shook his head.

Diana watched as Jackson spoke to Scott over the busy lunch room, she also saw Scott freak out and pretend that he couldn't while pretending to talk to Stiles.

You both look really dumb right now you know that right? She laughed,

Not helping. Stiles snapped.

Jackson suddenly got up and walked off. Diana shook her head and re-entered the conversation with Lydia and Alison, joking around about the latest goof that a teacher made.

Suddenly a loud crack filled the air silencing the room. All heads snapped round to where the sound had come from, Scott. He had a broken tray before him.

What the fuck?

I think it was Jackson. Stiles supplied mystified at his best friends actions.

Diana just shook her head at the absurd situation.

"So what else can you do?" Stiles asked quietly. They were both in the library sharing a study period together.

"I can cast loads of spells, make you big, make you small, call objects to my hand, and change their colours." She detailed happily, his enthusiasm was infectious, "With anything of a human though it either needs to be concentrated in a symbol like the one you picked up or through words, like the calming thing I did on you."

Stiles nodded along his eyes wide like a little child's. Diana grinned at him.

"So this bond thing, you find anything else out about it?"

"Funnily enough, yes." Diana said looking back to her world history text book. Stiles looked at her to carry on, eventually gesturing as well.

"So?" He demanded in a whisper, "What else did you find out?" Diana blushed. He knew it was something then because Diana never blushed and he was suddenly struck by how pretty she looked with one.

"Well, I found out that if we sleep together, you enter my afterlife, my family's afterlife." She said carefully. Stiles' looked confused so she explained further.

"There are lots of different families of what we are, but all are descended from the first coven which was formed roughly thirty seven thousand years ago. Now each one have what we call a Hall. They follow the maternal line and when I die I enter the Preston Hall, which already contains fifteen hundred deceased members of my family."

"So when we die?" Stiles gestured to the two of them,

"If we have had sex then yes you enter the Hall too, if not then you go where people of your faith go. I don't know where." Diana shrugged, Stiles leaned further forward over the table.

"How do you know this?"

"I have a large enchanted mirror in my bedroom covered in a lace curtain that acts as a window to the hall." She blurted. This was so freeing. To be able to talk to a boy who wasn't of their kind and who didn't freak out and run at the explanation.

"You have a mirror that shows you the afterlife?" Stiles hissed. Diana nodded rapidly. Stiles raised his eyebrows. Diana's heart skipped a beat. Please don't freak out or run. She thought to herself desperately.

He breathed a deep breath. Leant back and his face split into the biggest grin she had ever seen. Relief pulsed through her veins.

"You're not freaking out." She confirmed. Stiles shook his head and her tentative smile fell a bit,

"Oh I'm freaking out; I just think this is really cool." Stiles said to which Diana laughed.

"Diana!" Lydia squealed marching into the library. Diana looked round at her best friend her face quickly contorting from happiness into concern, she shot up to meet her.

"What's the matter?" Diana asked catching the smaller girls arm. Lydia thrust her phone below Diana's nose.

[To Lydia From Jackson]

[Lydia. Please return my spare house key at your earliest convenience as we are no longer dating.]

"What the shit?" Diana exclaimed loudly. A chorus of shush's followed.

"Oh shush yourselves." Diana snapped round at the room.

"He called me dead weight." Lydia said shakily. Diana nodded pulling in her lower lip. Stiles watched as Diana before his eyes turned stoic. Realising that this was not a moment for him to intrude on he packed up his books.

"I'll see you later Diana." He said inching past the girls. Lydia was still looking unbelievingly at her phone.

Diana smiled thank you at the boy.

You really are the best Stiles. She said, Stiles blushed and nodded modestly.

"Here is what we are going to do. I have an empty house and a lot of new products as well as several new clothes. We are going to sack off the rest of school and we will come back for the Lacrosse game looking like total fire okay?" Diana informed. Lydia nodded absently. Diana quickly collected the rest of her things and steered the emotional girl into the corridor.

"You caught a ride with Jackass this morning didn't you?" Diana asked, Lydia nodded again. "Okay, this is good, I'll take us back. There is no car to leave at school if you didn't drive to school."

Lydia didn't speak for the entire journey home, it was only when they closed Diana's front door that she screeched.

"How could he do this to me?!"

Diana winced at the pitch but nodded supportively.

"How dare he?!" Lydia said quieter this time but still high. She let slip the building tears then from her green eyes.

Diana dived forward collecting the smaller girl into her arms stoking her hair as Lydia stained her white shirt.

"He's a pig. Don't worry about it."

"But he was my pig." Lydia cried pulling out of Diana's arms. Her eyes were puffy and her mouth turned down, this wasn't Lydia's usual controlled crying this was full on ugly crying. The type a girl will only let a true friend or family member see, where she's really, really upset.

Everything ok? Stiles asked.

Not the best time honey. Diana answered shutting the conversation down guiding Lydia to the stairs and up to her room. Lydia used to come over all the time before Alison so she was aware that the room was a little pagan paradise looking.

"I just don't get it." Lydia stopped just in the doorway to the bedroom. Realisation blooming in her eyes, she gasped.

"Alison. It was Alison that he wants; it explains why he's so nice to her all the time, why he's always with her." Lydia took a step back into the room her chin quivering. "Is that why you don't like her?"

"No Lydia, I don't like her, because I think it was a branch of her family that murdered my parents." Diana said soothingly walking round the little read head to sit on her bed. "And she was a little too chummy with your boyfriend."

Lydia marched over to the brass bedstead and launched herself to sit in the middle before promptly breaking down crying.

Diana listened to Lydia recount for over an hour about how great she and Jackson were together, nodding and making sympathetic sounds when needed.

Then for the next two hours Diana distracted Lydia with new cosmetics and clothes all while reminiscing about when they met and sleepovers and adventures that they had had when they were younger.

"Okay, so, you look hot." Diana announced circling Lydia who was in a new dress and had totally redone make up.

"Not like I've been crying?" Diana shook her head,

"Ice queen; heartbreaker. Not dumpee." Diana nodded proud of herself and her friend.

Lydia let out a breath and squared her shoulders. Then directed her gaze at her best friend.

"What's going on with you and that weird boy?" Lydia demanded reaching for her handbag, she pulled out her phone showing it to Diana who was currently wielding a mascara wand.
Diana pursed her perfectly bowed lips. 'Fifteen missed calls from Alison.'

"At the moment, he is totally in love with you." Diana said with a smile and a shrug. She had changed her shirt to a patterned peasant top.

"Oh please, he loves every inch of your overly developed ass." Lydia shot back texting Alison that she was ok. She didn't trust herself enough to call.

"Overly developed?" Diana shot back teasingly. Lydia raised her eyebrows at the other girl,

"Overly developed, I've told you before you're too tall to be attractive." Diana smirked,

"And I've told you before, I'm perfect, you're the short arse." Lydia made a shocked noise, "And there's the stilted emotional response I love you for, you remind me of home."

Lydia rolled her eyes,

"You have underdeveloped emotions. I'm assuming like always it's a British thing?"

"In which you would be correct." Diana smirked. It truly was the reason that she and Lydia were such good friends, Lydia trusted Diana to catch her and support her and Diana trusted Lydia to not demand overly emotional displays.

"We should go, the game will be starting soon." Lydia said. "Where are your Aunt and Uncle?

"Heather's working until eight and Uncle Si is meeting us there." Diana smiled brightly collecting her bag ushering Lydia out of her bedroom.

"I'm really glad we got to do this Di." Lydia said in Diana's Audi, "Not the whole getting dumped thing but, you know what I mean."

"I do, and I am too. I've missed you." Diana replied, Lydia looked at her sister shocked,

"Was that? No." Lydia smiled, "Was that a sincere emotional admission? Who are you and what have you done with my Diana?"

Diana laughed,

"Oh please, you know I've missed you. All five feet of you."

"Hey! I'm five three!" Lydia protested.

"Oh I know, I've not missed your feet though." Diana laughed; Lydia lifted her feet to the dash. Diana mockingly mimed being sick making Lydia laugh fully like they did when they messed around as kids.

Their good mood lasted until Lydia spotted Jackson on the field. Then Lydia went deathly quiet and gripped Diana's hand. Diana squeezed it back in response scanning the field for Stiles.

Where are you? Diana asked when she didn't see him.

Currently sat in a friggin car with Derek still trying to figure out this friggin necklace. He snapped back.

It's your first game though. Diana lamented as Lydia and she took their seats in the bleachers.

I know. Now I'll never get off the bench. Stiles said the disappointment dripping through the bond.

Hang on Derek's with you? Diana queried,

Yeah he just slammed my head into my wheel. Stiles said. Diana's eyebrows shot up,

He what!? Her anger must have been felt down the bod because he quickly assured her.

It was justified, I needed help from Danny to find where the text from Alison's phone the night at the school came from.

Wait where are you? Diana looked for Scott.

I'm at the hospital. Stiles said, With Derek.

Diana pulled out her phone,

[To Derek, From Diana]

[He dies, I die and I can haunt your arse.]

[To Diana, From Derek]

[I KNOW.]

Lydia watched Jackson as he stretched and warmed up with sad eyes.

Diana reached over and gripped her hand tightly, silently giving the support that the girl needed. Lydia never asked for help but Diana always knew and gave it anyway.

I may die. Stiles said. Diana froze. I'm sorry.

What's happening?

Peter Hale is the Alpha. Stiles said.

Peter Hale is my Godfather! Diana shot back.

I'm not gonna die. Derek's shown up. Stiles said quickly. Diana let out a breath; Lydia looked at her then in confusion.

"You okay?" She asked, Diana smiled and nodded quickly,

"It's just cold." She said, Lydia didn't look like she totally believed her but she let it slide.

What's going on now? Diana asked the whistle for the start of the game going.

Werewolf fight.

Stiles! Get out of there! Diana implored.

I'm trying! Stiles shot back.

Your Dad's here. D'you want me to talk to him? Diana asked softly. Stiles didn't reply for a long moment.

Yeah. Could you…

I'll think of something. Don't worry. Diana looked back to Lydia,

"I just need a word with the Sheriff, Derek used to be my babysitter." Lydia paled but nodded, letting go of Diana so she could go to the man.

"Sherriff." Diana greeted appearing at his elbow.

"Hello, you're my sons friend right? Diana?" He smiled. Diana smiled back and nodded.

"Stiles text me, he's having trouble with Jeep. He said he could be a bit late." She said.

Jeep problems. She shot off quickly to Stiles so he could corroborate the story.

You're a beautiful person Di.

Lydia screamed jumping up and down with Diana both of them hugging one another. They had won!

Where are you? You ok? We won by the way. Diana told Stiles happily as her and Lydia filed off the field towards the car park.

That's great. I'm on my way from the hospital, Peter has Derek and is coming for Scott.

Bolocks. Diana swore. I've got a Lydia to look after though, I'll drop her off then meet you later? That ok?

That's perfect.

"Hey Lyd, is it ok if I drop you off and scoot, Stiles dad asked me to swing by write some things down." Diana said to Lydia as they pulled out of the car park.

"That's fine." She said with a forced smile. "Thank you for this afternoon."

Diana shrugged,

"Any time."

Thirty five minutes later she had dropped Lydia off and was back at the school. Pulling up next to Stiles just getting out of his Jeep.

"Oh you have no idea how glad I am that you're here." He said relief colouring his voice and face,

"We gotta warn Scott." Diana said hurrying towards the doors.

Inside was pitch black but they both moved within a calculated manner that only comes with spending the majority of ones time in a space.

Stiles began to run and Diana quickly followed suit not wanting the lanky boy to leave her sight.

They burst into the boys changing rooms,

"D-dude, we have a huge problem." Stiles blurted upon sight of Scott, Diana slowed considerably past the door, Stiles was still in sight but the conditioning of the boy's locker room being a taboo place for her gender was still a large actor upon her.

"I know." Scott said. "Trust me, I know."