The next day was calm but Diana still couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension that she had been carrying round with her. Not one to ever sit around waiting to be saved however she filled her now danger free time with research, research about the things that go bump in the night. Wendigo's, Hellhounds, Werecoyotes all of it in the family library most of it still residing in England with the family seat but what her ancestors had brought over was useful.

Stiles had been strangely quiet only talking to her about school work and to say goodnight in the evening, not even through the bond just text. Diana thought this might be the apprehension that she was crying but then again, she had started to feel this way before the night of the police station whereby he had dropped her off and swiftly shut down.

It was how she came to be in gym staring at the back of his head while everyone else considered the climbing wall in front of them.

"This is asinine." Lydia pouted from beside Diana picking her nails. "It's not like we are even burning calories."

Diana just nodded,

Stiles? Is everything okay? He didn't even look round. It hurt to think that he could pull away for no reason so rapidly, she didn't even know if it was something that she had done.

Then he got called forward for the wall along with Erica. Diana had always had a soft sort of pity for Erica. The frazzled looking girl had epilepsy and although she was smart wasn't the type of reach for the stars smart that her and Lydia were. Diana watched anxious as the girl steeled herself and moved determinedly towards the harness.

"Poor girl." Diana muttered, Lydia must have heard because she hummed in agreement nodding.

Stiles shot off up the wall his shirt pulling up a little as he reached for the hand holds. He must have heard Diana gasp because he froze for the smallest of moments before carrying on. On his right arm there was a symbol. One she had not seen in years. A flash of hurt crossed her face as she took in what this meant. The rune was that of mind protection. He'd shut her out.

Her shock didn't last long however because as he was coming down the wall Erica froze. She was stuck and started to cry. Stiles was oblivious to this and started to celebrate on the mats, he stopped quickly though when she began to cry in earnest.

"Please." She whimpered.

"Erica." Coach called moving quickly to the base of the wall below her. She wasn't even that high Diana reasoned, it felt strange to be in her own head once more.

"Dizzy?" Coach asked, Diana shook her head,

"She's just stuck." She told him, "Erica you'll be fine, just let go." Diana called up to her.

"Is it vertigo?" Coach asked growing confused as all PE teachers do as to why a teenager would exhibit any form of weakness.

Lydia frowned from by him,

"Vertigo is a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. She's just freaking out." Diana shook her head and pushed forward hopping up onto the wall without the ropes ignoring Stiles' splutters as she passed.

Swiftly she was at Erica's side, her left hand reaching out resting on the shoulder of the panicking girl. The blonde looked round shakily at the brunette.

"You, you don't have ropes." She protested, as did the Coach loudly and vehemently from the ground.

"I know. But you do, how about we go down together? That way we can both be on solid ground." Diana reasoned calmly, Erica nodded. Diana smiled,

"Right hand here on this yellow one." She soothed, the blonde following her instructions, "Now the right foot to that big blue one."

It took longer than it did to get up there but they both landed on the mats safely turning to face a very pissed off coach and a stunned class.

"Preston, detention tonight. My god that was dangerous." Diana screwed up her face.

"What's dangerous is letting the girl with epilepsy near a climbing wall." The Coach's face paled his little eyes shooting to a guilty looking Erica.

"Why does no one tell me things." He shook his head. The bell rang for next period then loudly moving the day along. Diana patted Erica's shoulder spying Stiles hovering a little way off.

She never heard the thank you that Erica was trying to articulate because she had already shot off to corner the boy.

"I need to talk to you." She snapped. He paled slightly but nodded. "Take that thing off your arm." She spat.

She didn't see Erica hang back from the group heading to the locker rooms, nor did she see the determination in her eye as the lights flicked off. She was too angry that Stiles had used magic to shut her out, not only that but really dangerous magic. That rune was a chaos rune; it was volatile if left on too long it could trap the wearer in their own mind shutting down the body so that all that was left was eye movements.

Lydia chatted about shopping that weekend or doing something as a group of three while they changed, Diana redressing into her oversized cropped tee and ripped boyfriend jeans with her tan heeled boots, her usual moonstone necklace hanging round her delicate neck.

Over in the boy's locker room however a similar conversation was occurring.

"What do you mean tonight's not a good time?" Stiles demanded throwing on his hooded Henley shirt.

"I don't know. That thing we saw last night, Isaac missing and Alison's grandfather. All this stuff happening with Derek just doesn't feel right." Stiles twitched,

"No, you're not backing out. You wanna know why? Because you and Alison are obviously having quite a good time together. And you know who else wants to have a good time? Stiles!" He pointed to himself, "Stiles wants to have a good time. Many, many times. Several times in a row. In several different positions." He noticed Scott's focus begin to wane. "Are you even listening to me?" This would be easier if I was talking to Di. Then he remembered why he was trialling the separation, he didn't exactly want her in his head the first time he got his rocks off.

Scott's hand began to shake, and Stiles sighed,

"What? What is that?"

He didn't answer he just ran, booking it from the locker room to the gym hall in time to catch the now falling Erica.

Like every other drama hungry teen Diana was swept up in the commotion that Scott caused hurrying to the gym alongside her friends.

"Put her on her side, on her side." Alison directed her secret lover as he held the fitting girl.

Diana stood above the crouching crowd apprehensively. Stiles looked up from by Erica's feet to meet her eyes.

"Can't you do something?" He demanded. Diana just glared at him silently,

"What can she do? She had epilepsy, it's not like it's an allergic reaction." Lydia defended standing up to be at her friend's side.

Diana turned away leaving the others to the scene going back to the locker room.

Enough, I will not let this bullshit ruin my life. She told herself pulling her red leather satchel from the metal box and going to her next class.

She didn't talk much and barely noticed when Lydia disappeared only to reappear by the trophies at lunch.

"Lyd? You okay?" Diana asked breaking her out of the staring contest she was having with the statue for basketball with her godfather's name on it.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Lunch?" Lydia breezed. Diana still looked suspicious but nodded following her to the cafeteria.

"I'm going to have to cancel on us having that sleepover tonight Di, Alison's dragging me to the ice rink with her boyfriend and your spaz." Lydia said consolingly, it was fake but Diana shrugged. She knew if given he chance Lydia would rather be curled up in their family room watching a shitty rom com with her. Then it dawned on her. The accidental thought broadcasts, the rune. Stiles didn't want her in his head as he went on a date with Lydia. She pursed her lips.

"No problem. Some other time." Guilt bloomed in Lydia's chest,

"If you find a date you could come with us." She reasoned. Diana smiled; the only other guy she would have thought to go ice skating with was half way round the world right now.

"Thanks, but I doubt the guy I have in mind would be available." That caught Lydia's attention. She raised her eyebrows as they pushed open the double doors to the lunch room.

"It's nothing. Just a guy who goes to boarding school in England. We dated for like one summer when he stayed over here with his dad." Diana shrugged. They spied Alison sat at a table with space and headed over to the other girl. She beamed at them,

"You excited for the rink tonight?" She buzzed, and then she remembered that Diana wasn't invited.

"You can come too Diana. Might be weird you being on your own though." She said deflating a little.

Diana smiled tightly and took her seat.

After a few minutes Erica waltzed in.

"Dear god." Diana accidentally murmured. Erica was dressed a little like a tramp. A tiny leather skirt, six inch animal print heels and a leather jacket over a low cut vest. For school.

"There really is no accounting for taste." Lydia said quietly watching as Erica stole a boys apple biting seductively into the flesh.

Lydia stormed over to Scott's table one over, slapping her hands down onto the surface,

"What, the holly hell? Is that." She asked.

"It's Erica." Scott answered, Stiles unable to form words. Diana rolled her eyes and stood to follow the girl, she knew that Derek had given her the bite but to so blatantly flaunt his new creation in a school run by the Argents was risky.

Scott and Stiles hurried past her following the newly born wolf through the halls. Diana following at a more sedate pace, arriving outside just in time to see Derek's tail lights fade from view of the school grounds.

That wasn't what caught her attention however. It was the dark haired boy leaning against her Audi.

"Who is on your car?" Stiles demanded looking over the new teen.

He cut an imposing figure, broad shoulders built up with muscle, his long body languishing against the dark bonnet, his eyes obscured by large reflective aviator sunglasses and his thick long curly hair messed up slightly suspended leaning to one side of his face, cropped short at the back and sides.

Diana knew him instantly.

"Logan!" She shrieked pushing the two boys out of her way in her excitement, her arms flying up.

Logan's face split into a grin enunciating how handsome he really was. Not that he needed to of course.

Scott looked at Stiles' doubly stunned face.

Diana giggled as Logan scooped her into his arms and spun her round.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded when he set her down. "I thought you were at Oakham?!"

Logan rubbed the back of his head,

"I got kicked out. Fighting." He shrugged, Diana punched his bicep and he winced. His Diana could land a hit.

"You idiot." She admonished. "You go here now?"

Logan smiled nodding,

"It's my first day." He tilted his head to the left, "Well, half day I suppose." Diana jumped up and down in little hops,

"Yay, we have so much to catch up on!" She grabbed his hand still smiling like she had won the lottery and dragged him over to the boys.

"Di, who's this?" Stiles asked, holding out his right hand to semi block them from entering the building.

"Logan." She said bluntly moving to go into the hall. A deep chuckle sounded from behind her,

"Logan Swan, pleased to meet you." He held out his shovel of a hand to Stiles who took it and shook. The boys still looked wary of the newcomer and Stiles went to pull back his hand but Logan held on his face becoming concerned.

"You know that rune is dangerous, right?" He said, his clear south English accent ringing through his speech.

"You're still wearing it?!" Diana demanded moving closer to Logan.

"Wait you're…?" Stiles started realisation taking hold in his mind. A freeze. This new boy could connect with his Diana on a level that he could not and that stung.

"I was going to take it off tonight." Stiles shrugged, Diana pinched the bridge of her nose,

"After your date with Lydia." She nodded. She looked up to Logan, his full height of six feet three inches giving her the best feeling of being small, "Would you like to go ice skating with us tonight?"

"Would love to sweetheart." Logan replied squeezing her hand.

"That settles it. Wash that damn thing off your arm Stiles. I won't tell you again." She directed stiffly now completing her original task of pulling Logan into the school building towards the cafeteria.

"What's going on there then?" Logan asked a little way off. Diana sighed and hugged his considerable arm to her body.

"Nothing. Just stupid werewolf tension." Diana answered.

"The Hales?" he pondered feeling Diana nod against his left arm. He slung it over her shoulders pulling her into him feeling the hot gaze of the two boys they had left in the doorway.

Diana? She heard in French class. Logan had signed up to be with her in every class. His family was like hers in that they had survived the crash of '29 with aplomb leaving a tidy living for their decedents to build upon, and he was one of the most powerful freezes in the magical community, his understanding and use of rune magic had earned him the nickname of Odin. Realistically there was no need for him to be educated any further at all. Only the law required that he attend and his father thought that Diana would be a good influence, after all it what when she left England that he began to go off the rails.

Diana please. I'm sorry, what did that rune do besides lock you out of my head anyway? Stiles asked. Diana focused on her verbs more intently.

I'm an idiot. Stiles admitted, I'm the biggest tool there is, now will you please talk to me? It's been really weird not having you in my mind.

It would have eventually imprisoned you within your own mind, making you into a vegetable. Diana shot back. She could feel the emotions down the bond again, his frustration and relief.

Oh shit.

Yeah, oh shit. It's magic Stiles. Where did you even find it? Diana hissed flooding their bond with anger.

Little tense, I get that, I found it online. Diana rolled her eyes.

You're lucky Logan's here. If you had that on for more than a day its effects could be irreversible.

He's a freeze right? What's his gift, or well, his mother's gift? Stiles asked.

Runes. He can predict and cast through understanding and use of the runic symbols of our people. Diana explained. He's the best at it actually; people call him Odin because he's so good.

I don't trust him. Stiles blurted.

Shocker. Diana deadpanned; she looked over to her right at the boy in question sat next to her, his large frame folded into the space behind the desk. The Swan's had always been big people; it was their Viking blood that did it.

After school she texted Logan the address of the rink and went with Lydia to Alison's house to get ready. The two were in dresses and cardigans looking pretty in a dressy casual way, whereas Diana just looked pretty as she was, black oversized cropped tee and jeans with her bohemian jewellery. Walking into the belly of the beast was undoubtedly terrifying but with Logan doodling on her arm all afternoon she knew she was safe, that boy could hide protection runes in a drawing of a flower and nobody would be able to tell.

"Tell us about Logan." Lydia insisted as Alison was pulled off to the side of the room by her father.

Diana blushed, a slow smile spreading over her face.

"He's great, we were really close friends back in England and then we kinda drifted for a while after all that happened." She shrugged, "His mum passed too about the same time but his dad sent him to boarding school rather than take him with him San Francisco." Lydia nodded pulling out her phone and beginning to take pictures of herself.

"Then what? You said you dated one summer." Lydia prompted. Diana nodded her auburn hair spilling forward a little as she sat on Alison's bed,

"Yeah, that was fun. It's not every day though that your first kiss walks back into your life." Diana giggled a little flopping onto the bed. Lydia smiled and shot a snap of her, her left arm stretched out her curves highlighted and the light catching her fiery hair.

She smirked and sent the photo to both Logan and Stiles. Both boys had insisted that she have their number for tonight in case anything came up.

The responses were instant.

From Logan to Lydia.

[Tell her she's beautiful.]

Stiles just left it marked on read.

"Aww, Logan loves you more." Lydia crooned. Diana's head shot up.

"What?" Lydia gave her a mischievous look spinning her phone round.

"I sent it to Logan and Stiles. Only Logan replied."

Ignore Lydia; she's got the devil in her tonight. She sent to Stiles feeling only nerves in reply.

Stiles unlocked the doors and flicked on the lights, the rink suddenly bursting to life. Diana looked to Logan who grinned and together they entered the sports arena.

Quickly outfitting themselves with skates they confidently entered the ice.

"It's been a while since I've skated, so go easy on me." Logan laughed as Diana circled him with grace and ease. She stopped in front of him, a shit eating grin on her face,

"Catch me." She giggled speeding off into the ice round a poised Alison and a very shaky Scott.

"How are you so good at this?!" He laughingly demanded, Diana laughed throwing out her arms to catch the wind as she sped up,

"I used to skate all the time back home." She answered.

She felt Logan's hand on her back but weaved out of the way laughing as he slipped past her.

"Okay, um, maybe orange and blue isn't the best. Right, but, um, you know, sometimes, there's other things you wouldn't think would be a good combination end up turning out to be, like, perfect combinations, you know, like two people together who nobody thought would ever be together ever." Stiles fumbled, Lydia seemingly non plussed nibbling at a peanut butter cup.

"No I can see that." She mused; Stiles' face lighting up with hope. "Scott and Alison are so cute together though." She tilted her head at Logan still trying to catch Diana only managing to reach out fingertips to her back though, "I'm glad Diana has found someone too."

"What do you mean?" Stiles' gaze shot round to her laughing face her auburn hair glinting red in the light. Lydia smiled softly,

"They used to date a while back, I think she's been really missing him lately too what with how down she's been. Nobody else sees it." She shrugged.

They got on the ice. Lydia did some twirls by herself with Diana circling her beaming as Logan still tried to catch her. Stiles stood in the centre of the rink watching amazed at their finesse. That is until Lydia moved over to catch his hand and lead him round the ice.

Diana paused, Logan reflected her, and both had their arms out slightly in front of them.

"You still skate Tie-Dye?" Logan asked flicking his eyebrows at her. Diana shook her head,

"Not that much anymore still can't catch me though can you?" Logan felt like he would always be trying to catch her for the rest of his life, never quite getting close enough to hold her.

They didn't notice Lydia until she started to scream like a banshee.

Diana immediately straightened her attention caught by the piercing scream; her friend knelt on the ice terrified by something that nobody else could see.

"Can you see what it is?" Logan asked, Diana shook her head looking back as he moved a little closer to her.

"Can you?" Diana queried, Logan grunted no.

Stiles was there in a heartbeat holding Lydia as she tried to pull away from him reaching to something under the ice. He looked to Scott and Alison at the edge of the rink and then to the two magical beings behind him on the ice still. His eyes pleading for help.

Diana pushed off and fell to the floor by Lydia, smoothing her hair back she whispered,

"Cessabit." Lydia went limp in their arms, her breathing less laboured and her head fell forward.

"Thank you." Stiles breathed. Diana took Lydia's arms from him and looked to Logan, no sooner had she looked up for him was he there taking one arm from her grasp and helping to lift the other girl off the ice.

After the outburst they decided to call it a day, Lydia murmuring something about pretty purple petals set them all on edge.

"Pretty crazy day huh?" Stiles said as Diana handed Logan her skates to return to the rental kiosk. She fixed Stiles with a flat look.

"Yeah. Mental."

"Okay, so, still annoyed at me." He said understandingly, his gestures acquiescing.

"You still fail to grasp the complexities of this bond, so I will try to put this as plainly as I can." Diana sighed, "You can not shut me out. I am your one lifeline that will actually come through. Scott, he will choose Alison again and again, Lydia, Jackson. You are human and a defenceless one at that."

"I'm well aware of that okay?!" Stiles snapped back. Diana leant into him,

"Are you? Because it seems to me that you still don't get that if you die I die. Logan can't find out about this."

"Why not? He seems like he'd take it well, 'oh hey Logan, you're twice my size but, hey, I will always be in your girls head. Hope you don't mind.'" Stiles sassed, Diana looked round to where the boy in question was putting the skates back.

"We are just friends." She hissed. Stiles rolled his eyes,

"Sure. How can any girl be around that and not want it? I know you dated for a summer Diana I'm not stupid."

"And we broke up because he got weird and possessive, started talking about how if we had a kid it could take over the world, especially if it was a girl." Diana said quietly, Stiles' face lost the harsh edge, confusion colouring his eyes in place of the jealously that was there.

"Seriously?" He asked his eyebrows rising. Diana nodded,

"Look, I'm sorry. It won't happen again, and I know that I keep saying it but this time I mean it." He promised, Diana shook her head putting on her tan heeled boots again.

"Don't, don't make promises you can't keep Stiles, it's not fair to you and I won't put that kind of pressure on you. Just," She sighed, "Please try to be more careful?" Stiles nodded emphatically.

"Thank you." She smiled again at him for the first time in days and he felt his entire world light up.

"Ready to go?" Logan asked appearing behind her. Diana nodded, smiling up at him.

I'm not completely sure that I trust him either. Diana told Stiles, righteousness filled the bond, to which Diana had to really try not to roll her eyes at.

"See you tomorrow." She waved to everyone heading out to their cars, Diana had driven her own and Logan his to meet them there, he offered her a lift but she was hesitant to enter a car with him so she shook her head, waved goodbye and entered her Audi. Thankful for the time alone.