She didn't have to wait long for Jackson to find them. The boy raced over to the girls.

"What happened?" He demanded,

"I don't know but we need help now." Jackson looked like he was about to freak out so Diana took control. "Pick her up carefully and follow me."

They ran into the parking lot together, Jackson carrying Lydia screaming for help, Diana barefoot, bloody and covered in mud her phone against her ear calling for an ambulance.

Jackson went with Lydia in the ambulance to the hospital while Diana drove her car behind them, the flashing lights periodically illuminating her distraught face.

Jackson stayed with her while they stabilised her, Diana calling Lydia's house getting her mother.

"Mrs Martin?"

"Yes?" Lydia's mother answered,

"Lydia's been attacked by something, it's Diana, we are at the hospital, you might want to get here quickly."

"Is she okay?" Fear dripped from Lydia's mothers voice, Diana let out a shaky breath,

"No." Diana didn't need to say anything else then, her mother springing into action, thanking Diana and hanging up.

Diana pressed the device to her forehead and breathed out.

"You said the girl who brought her in found her? Is that her?" Diana heard from behind her.

The other person must have nodded because a second later a warm hand rested on her shoulder.

"Diana?" It was the Sheriff, Stiles' father.

Diana turned and looked into his eyes, shaking her head.

"No." She said, "Don't look at me like that, last time someone looked at me like that they said my parents were dead."

Stiles' father frowned and hardened his gaze in response,

"I need you to tell me what you saw, what happened?" He demanded forcefully,

Diana drew in a deep calming breath steadying her gaze.

"I don't quite know what I saw, the floodlights were on."

"Anything you can give us." The Sheriff assured,

"It was big, like a really, really big dog." Diana said.

"A dog?" He echoed disbelievingly. Diana shrugged,

"It was some kinda animal, it was huge though." She nodded confidently, and then she looked past his shoulder to Lydia's room.

"Are they letting anyone in yet?" She asked softly, the worry that she had been trying to keep at bay seeping through.

The Sherriff shook his head no, his pitying face back. Diana stepped round him to the room's windows.

"I'll call your Uncle." He told her, Diana nodded absently in response staring at her friends' lifeless body. Jackson moved a little closer to her; Diana silently reached for his hand receiving a squeeze in reply. Diana knew her Uncle wasn't able to come to the hospital, he was pretty far upstate at a formal dinner, it was just her and Heather and Heather was on call tonight.

They stood like that until Lydia's mother arrived, the woman was a force of nature, talking to them, to the doctors and looking over the notes before finally stopping to sit by her daughter's bedside.

Diana noticed when Alison wandered in looking like she was going into shock.

I guess Alison knows about Scott now. She thought to herself, she was holding two cups in her hands, one coffee for Lydia's mother another tea for herself, thank god for apple pay being a thing, all she had with her was her phone. She watched from a little way off the corridor was the shell shocked girl paused at Lydia's window and then left.

Diana sighed,

And another psycho joins the hunt.

Diana wanted to fall asleep, the night taking its toll on her, but the wooden hospital chair was not letting her.

"Di." Stiles appeared before her, she shot to her feet.

"When did you get here?" She demanded, looking him over, she seemed fine.

"Just now, what happened to your shoes?" He asked, Diana raised her eyebrows at him,

"Seriously?" He nodded understanding,

"Look come on." He took off down the corridor passing Jackson with her in tow.

Jackson concerned followed.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I need to find Scott." Stiles replied.

"You don't have a car. She can't drive like that either." Jackson gestured to a worse for wear Diana who was still barefoot.

"I am aware of that thank you." Stiles sassed.

"Hey, I'll drive." Jackson said grabbing at Stiles. Stiles beat his hand away.

"Look just because you feel guilty all of a sudden doesn't make it okay, alright, half of this is still your fault."

"Look I have a car you don't," Jackson spat, "Do you want my help or not?"

Diana considered the option. Stiles deflated slightly,

"Alright did you bring the Porsche?" He asked, Jackson pulled out his keys, "Great, I'll drive." Stiles snatched the keys from him. Diana smirked slightly, that quickly fell when she saw who was approaching them.

"Kids. I was wondering if you could tell me where Scott McCall is." Mr Argent said with a smile.

Diana had once heard her father laugh to her mother that he got called on for a deadline that he didn't know had been moved forward but they were ready for it anyway, something he was not privy too. He described the sensation as feeling like his 'heart fell out of his arse'.

Diana's heart fell out of her arse.

"Scott McCall? Haven't seen him since the dance." Stiles said better able to think on his feet than Jackson who floundered for an answer.

The three men manhandled the teens into an empty treatment room throwing them into the examination bed and locking the doors.

"Let's try this again." Mr Argent said this time with more force, "Where is Scott McCall?"

Diana righted herself looking about the room. She hadn't been this close to hunters since she was a child, to now be in a locked room with the two biggest liabilities she knew and three seasoned hunters was terrifying.

"Last I saw him he was at the dance with Alison. In case you didn't notice our friend got attacked." Diana said trying desperately to keep the tremor in her voice to a minimum.

"Finding Scott's not exactly high on our priorities." Stiles sassed following on from Diana.

The Argent then dived for the boy gripping his shirt and shoving him into a cabinet.

"Have you ever seen a rabid dog?" He demanded,

"No." He breathed looking to Diana feeling her fear in their bond. "I could put it on my to do list if you just let me go."

Argent let him go,

"Well I have. And the only thing I can ever compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on the full moon. Do you want to know what happened?"

"Not really. No offence to your story telling skills." Stiles said, Diana had a feeling that the man would tell them anyway.

"He tied to kill me." He finished, Diana wrapped her arms around her body, really not liking the way that one of the other hunters was looking at her.

"And I was forced to put a bullet in his head, the whole while that he lay there dying he kept crawling towards me, still trying to kill me like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?"

Stiles shook his head,

"No, and it sounds like you need to be a little bit more selective-"

Argent slammed his hands onto the cabinet on either side of his head. Stiles flinched. So did Diana, but hers was in the worst way possible.

Stiles glowed a little, her fight or flight reflex adding power to his existing protection spells.

"Did Scott try to kill you on the full moon?!" Argent demanded. "Did you have to lock him up?!"

"Yeah." Stiles blurted, "I handcuffed him to a radiator."

"See not even the Witch you know could protect you from a wolf on the full moon." Stiles paled his eyes flicking to Diana.

"Would you prefer I locked him in a basement and burned the whole house down around him?" Stiles demanded.

Argent shook his head with a smile, backing off,

"I hate to dispel a popular rumour Stiles, but we never did that." Stiles rolled his eyes,

"Yeah right, Derek said you have a code." He looked back to the man before him. "Because nobody ever breaks it." He said sarcastically, Argent looked back to Diana then,

"Preston right?" He said cocking his head. Diana nodded,

"Never." Argent confirmed looking into her eyes; she felt the cool stab of loss once again.

"What if someone does?" She demanded, that got his interest,

"Someone like who?"

"Your sister." Stiles said breathing heavily.

Argent looked at him for a long moment, then let him go stepping away into the room.

"She'd have gone to the Hale House." He said softly.

Nervously Diana reached out for Stiles the boy slipping his hand into hers and together with Jackson they exited the exam room.

"Oh my god." Stiles breathed visibly relaxing.

"Well, I just feel like I lost thirty years of my life." Diana said looking from Stiles to Jackson. "Go, I'll watch Lydia. Let me know what happens."

The boys ran off out of out the hospital while Diana padded back to the room Lydia was in.

It was a long wait eventually she got a call from Stiles,

"Peter's dead, Derek's the new Alpha." He greeted.

"Oh hey, Diana, no I'm fine." She sassed down the phone. Stiles groaned,

"Diana can you not, please?" She felt guilty for her smartarsed reply,

"I'm sorry, please tell me what happened."

"Well I don't really know but Scott said that Kate went crazy started shooting at Derek and him, then Peter showed up and killed Kate, fought Scott, transformed into the monster thing and that was when me and Jackson showed up. We had stopped back at the school and made some more of the cocktail things that Lydia said about, only this time they worked." He drew a deep breath then,

"I'm still here, go on."

"Well I threw mine and he caught the damn thing, Alison shot it with her bow thing and well, basically we set him on fire then Derek slashed his throat."

"You okay?" She pressed concerned about how tired he sounded.

"I will be, I just need the entire friggin universe to stop trying to kill me and my friends." Stiles said unhappily down the phone.

"Well, if you have a second could you go to the school and pick up my car? The keys are in my bag which should be by my shoes on the field. I don't have either and am stuck at the hospital."

"Sure," Stiles sighed, "I'll be there soon."

"Thank you." Diana said sincerely.

An hour and a half later and Stiles showed up at Lydia's room with her bag, her keys and her emergency hoodie and trainers that she kept in the boot. The sight of him walking tiredly towards her nearly made her cry.

He was covered in mud, his shirt was fully untucked and his tie loosened.

"Hey." She whispered, he smiled thinly as a reply holding out her things.

"You are the best." She thanked, he looked through the glass while she put her shoes on.

"There's been no change." Diana said coming to stand next to him pulling on the hoodie. "I snuck in when her mum was going for coffee, it's not healing. Whatever she is now, it's not a werewolf."

"Could she be like…" He gestured to Diana. She shook her head no.

"To be like me you have to be born, it doesn't just happen. For years Witches were warned to not get involved with Weres due to the savage nature of their abilities but now," Diana shrugged, "There are so few of us left, we kinda have to."

Stiles looked down at her; she just reached above his shoulder in height,

"So you gonna be on Scott's team, you gonna help us?" He asked hopefully, Diana looked at Lydia and shook her head again. Stiles seemed to deflate just that little bit more,

"Well then –" He began frustrated,

"I'm on your team, yours and hers." Diana said over him. Stiles frowned,

"But you act like you don't even like her half the time."

"And she acts like she doesn't like me the other half, it's what we do. She was the first friend that I made when I moved here and she made me feel normal, not the Witch girl who only knew one spell with murdered parents." Diana sighed leaning her head on the glass, "Just normal."

"That's a pretty rare thing these days." Stiles nodded.

"It will be even rarer soon. Derek will try to get me to be on his side." She told him straightening from the glass.

"What?" Stiles demanded.

"He knows about me, knows what I can do and he knows about us. He will try to get me on his side through you."

"Friggin fantastic." Stiles exclaimed throwing his head back.

"Yeah, I know. Come on, I'll drive you home." Diana said flatly, Stiles lingered for a second longer before following.