"I guessing you all have questions?" she said, turning around looking at them. "Yeah, you could say that," Scott said, Sara couldn't look into his eyes. "Well then, no time like the present."

"Okay, so what are you exactly? Druid? Darach?" Stiles asked, folding his arm. "Some sort of evolved vampire or something?"

Sara raised her eyebrows. "Evolved vampire?"

"Well it's not like we have much to go on." Scott said, Sara's smirk dropping. "Yeah…" she mumbled, squeezing the cup. "No, I'm, I'm a witch."

"What?"

"Which is pretty similar to a darach so, I guess you're kinda right, I haven't met any vampires so I don't really-" Sara continued.

"You're a…witch?" Stiles said slowly. "I'm a witch." Sara repeated. "By technically terms."

Melissa ran her fingers though her hair. "Witch?"

Sara nodded. "Witch."

Melissa nodded, slowly sinking into her chair. "Okay, how, how does that work?" she asked. Stiles leaning against the counter across from her. Scott sitting on the armrest of her mother's chair, his dark brown eyes staring into hers.

Sara shrugged. "I dunno, but it started when I was in San Francisco…"

"First lesson. You tell no one what you are." Elena said, picking up a bow staff from the rack in another one of her underground rooms. Elena had built herself a large tunnels and rooms that were stocked and filled with enough things and activities that could last 10 years. At first Sara thought it was a bit obsessive, now…not so much.

"Why not?" Sara asked tying her shoe laces, adjusting her workout clothes. Elena paused swinging her bow staff back and forth in thought. "Do you remember what I told you a few days ago about the supernatural world, about why your friend Susan was killed?"

"She was a werewolf. And hunters kill supernatural creatures, because that's what they believe is right." Sara replied quietly, catching the bow staff that Elena tossed at her.

Elena nodded. "Good, now werewolves are more common in the supernatural world, but us," she said gesturing between the two of them. "Hellhounds, Banshees-"

"What?"

You'll learn; the point is they are rare. We are rare. If hunters ever got word of us. What they would do to us." Elena said, looking down. "It would unimaginable. Sara, trust me no matter what you tell no one. Not even your family. You must remember even the people closest to you, can betray you."

"Elena started training me after Susan was killed. In combat, how to use my abilities, teaching me how to control what I could do."

"1. Now, even though you are a witch, I will make it clean. You cannot summon cupcakes or make money appear out of thin air. Anyone who's ever told you that's what witches can do is an idiot." Elena said, placing a glass of water in the centre of the table.

"2. We can't alert reality, or turn back time. Essentially, Harry Potter lied." she said sitting down across from her, holding her hand above the water making it slowly rise. Sara gasped, leaning closer. Elena dropping her hand the water, fell back into the glass.

"What did you do?" Sara whispered. "I manipulated," Elena said, leaning back.

"So, you can only move water and stuff?"

"No," Elena snapped, shaking her head. "Not the right question because, I wasn't manipulating the water."

Sara furrowed her eyebrows. "Then what were you manipulating?"

Elena smiled, her eyes glittering. "The energy. That what we can do. We draw power from an ancient source that allows us to control, create and manipulate it's energy, especially supernatural energy. We draw power from it, and in turn, we protect it from anything that would do it harm."

"She mentored me, taught me, protected me. She was the only friend, the only person I could trust."

"Now, there many different things you can do, but like everyone you have your strengths and weaknesses. You're powers reflect that." Elena said, setting down another book in front of her. "We all can do the same thing, but some of us are simply more gifted at certain things. This can make us strong, but it also needs to make us cautious."

"For instance, you may be gifted at healing or the more occult side for our power." she said, opening on of her books. "More like Druids or-"

"You have spellbooks?!" Sara squealed.
"There're not spellbooks." Elena said tiredly.
"They look like spellbooks."

Elena smirked. "You wanna call them spellbooks, don't you?"
"Mmmhhm."

"Alright, anyway, the witches that can heal, are simple more gifted at healing or the occult or whatever, but they aren't that successful at …say creating fire from energy or turning water into icicles." she explained, pacing up at down.

Sara watching her pace, chewing on the end her pencil.

"The same goes for witches who are gifted at… the more violent side of manipulation. Similarly to Darach's. They aren't as gifted with healing and shields; the like. More the combative side. Both of them, come with its own challenges and obstacles. It's balanced."

"Okay, but how do you know which one you are?" Sara asked, setting her pencil down.

"No one really knows. Some say, our environment shapes us. Other's personality, preference, but some, some believe were are the way we are due to the obstacles we will face, in the future." Elena explained, seeing Sara's blank face.

"We draw power from the Nemeton, right?" Elena said, Sara nodding. "Well," Elena started. "Many witches believe that, the Nemeton gives us the ability to face the challenges we need to face even when they haven't come to pass yet.

"That's….that's a lot…" Sara mumbled. "It is." Elena said, taking her hand. "But it's nothing, I believe you can't handle.

"But I let her down."

Present Year. 6 months ago.

Closing the locker, Sara yawned walking towards her chemistry class room. Setting down her bag and books, Sara slid into her seat, glancing around as the other students entered the room laughing and chatting together.

Just as her teacher, Mrs Livre walked in a loud 'bang' sounded out.

'Gunshot.' Sara though as she had the rest of the class ducked down. Silence. Then footsteps, fast clipped footsteps running down the school hall, pushing the door open.

The woman ran in slamming it shut, glancing at her.

"Elena?"

"There was a hunter, they came into school. Fired a few bullets. Made a huge scene. Elena showed up…I was in class at the time, when, we heard the shots." Sara recounted.

"Elena she fought them, can in and she told us to run. She was FBI, so it wasn't odd or…The kids were screaming. I mean…I don't think I'll ever forget that sound." Sara mumbled. Another shot went off, and it just went quiet. They ran, they all ran. We were on the first floor, right under the basement. I heard Elena scream…so I, I ran after her."

"But I was too late. She was dead before it got there." Sara whispered, a stray tear slipping for her eyes. "I-I don't what happened after, but…when I woke up…I was surrounded by fire…when they found me, they said I was lucky to be alive." Sara mumbled, smiling slightly. "Gas main, explosion, set off by a school shooter. I knew was a lie. The rest you know obviously…."

"I didn't really know what happened, but I knew that explosion wasn't a gas main…" Sara said weakly. "Elena had a small tree that grew from a root of a Nemeton. I thought that if I left it, that, everything and came home…it would just…go away, you know?"

"No more freaky powers, no more weird things happening…" Sara mumbled, shutting her eyes. "Then I find out there's a big Nemeton in the centre of Beacon Hills and my brothers an alpha." Sara said weakly.

"I don't know. When I came home. I just wanted to be normal or at least try…I didn't want for anyone to know, especially you. Scott because, you're you. You're incredible…" Sara said, smiling at him, her eyes shining in the warm lights. The light purple glow in her eyes showing themselves a little.

"And I'm, miss-no-control-runaway-from-responsibility, so… I just, couldn't have you, either of you hate me." Sara whispered, shutting her eyes, looking down at the floor. "And, I'm so, so, sorry, for everything. And I know that's not enough, bu-"

"Hey," Scott mumbled, walking towards her bending down. Gently, taking her cheek lifting it up, looking into her eyes. "I could never hate you."

"But I-"
"Never, Sara." Scott said firmly, stroking her hair. "You're my sister."

"Our sister." Stiles interrupted, taking her hand, giving her a hug from behind. "No matter what."

"Really?" Sara mumbled, glancing between the two of them. "No matter what." Melissa repeated, kissing Sara's forehead gently.

"I know it's been hard, Sara, but we're gonna help you." Scott said, tucking some hair behind her ear. "Really help you."

"Yeah, I mean I helped train Scott, and look at him." Stiles said guesting to Scott, making Sara giggle. "I mean, he was a…pathetic werewolf."

"Was not."
"Couldn't even howl right."
"Stiles!"
"Sounded like a fricken broken Barbie doll."
"Stiles!"

"Thank you." Sara said, turning to Scott. Stiles was snoring on her other side of her.

The three were snuggled up in the lounge, the TV light illuminating their faces gently, as the credits of Rizzoli and Isles played out. Stiles had dosed off about ten minutes ago (after successful guessing the murderer) leaning against the pillow and Sara's shoulder.

Scott had one arm resting on Sara's shoulders, (half supporting Stiles head) next to her, his eyes previously been glued to the TV, before he had heard her.

"For what?"

Sara shrugged. "Everything. You didn't have to be this…"

"What?"

"Understanding." Sara said quietly, licking her lips. "I was kinda a lying jerk."

Scott smiled softly at her. "You're my sister. I'll always be here, to try to understand you." Scott said, casually. Sara paused. "Even if you are a kinda of a lying jerk." Scott joked. Sara chuckling lightly.

"What?"

Sara smiled, leaning against her brother's arm. "Nothing, just rare moment when I'm glad you're my brother."

Scott chuckled, leaning over kissing her forehead, edging closer so she could lie against him. Shutting her eyes, Sara curled up into Scott-

"What did I miss!?" Stiles half-shouted, jetting up instantly. The tiles sequence for the next episode playing. Sara and Scott laughed, Stiles slowly began returning to his resting position.

"So," Sara said, glancing between the two. "Since truths are on the table…You guys want to explain to me what's really going on here?"

Scott pursed his lips, glancing at Stiles. "Well…" Stiles said, scratching behind his neck.

Splashing. That's what woke him.

Parrish groaned, groggily opening his eyes. Trying to move his hands, yanking on them hard. He was zip tied to the steering wheel of his deputy car.

"Hey! Hey, what are you doing?" Parrish shouted. "Listen...Listen to me! I'm a Deputy with the Beacon Hills Sheriff's Department..."

"Damn." said a familiar voice bending down. "I was hoping you'd be out longer."

"Haigh? What the hell? What are you doing?" Parrish cried.

"You're a good guy, Parrish." Haigh sighed. "But the list says you're worth five million dollars."

"What? I don't know what you're talking about. Haigh, listen... I mean, I barely make $40,000 a year." Parrish said, in attempt to reason with him. "I only make 36." Haigh spat, throwing some of the gasoline onto Parrish.

"Haigh, please!" Parrish spluttered, spitting out some of the liquid. "Just stop! You don't have to do this. Look, if you're having money problems..."

"You're worth five million dead, Parrish. Sounds like you got the problem." Haigh replied, settling down the red container, walking down the empty parking lot.

"Please... Please, don't do this." Parrish pleaded. "You're just gonna stand there? You're just gonna listen to a fellow Deputy burn to death?"

Haigh stared, plugging in a pair of earphones. Parrish's eyes widened, yanking hard against bonds.

Haigh pulled out the lighter.

"Haigh, wait!"

Haigh tossed the lighter, onto the seat.

Yellow and red engulfing his vison.

"No, wait! Wait!" Parrish screamed, as the fire burned against his skin. Red, hot. Searing. Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.

"PARRISH!"

"Parrish! Parrish!" Sara shrieked, fighting hard against the what was holding her back.

She had to help him.
He needed her.
They needed her.

"Sara! SARA!" Stiles yelled, his voice cutting though her rambled panicked thoughts.

Sara stiffened, suddenly aware that she was in her room. Scott holding her from behind, with Stiles holding tightly into her arms.

"Shhh….shh…its okay, its okay…" Stiles mumbled, gently letting go of her arms, picking up a towel, gently whipping the sweat from her face.

After a few seconds, Sara had manged to relax into Scott's arms. "You okay?" Scott asked, slowly releasing her, worried what she might do if he did too quickly.

Sara nodded, glancing at her clock. "Sara?" Scott asked.

6:00 Am.

'Mom must have already left for her morning shift,' Sara thought pulling off her covers. 'She had been taking more of late.'

"I need to go to the Sheriff's station" Sara croaked out, her throat raw from scream.

Scott and Stiles shared a look. "Okay, why?" Stiles asked, gently touching her shoulder, pulling Sara away from her task, as she began pulling things from her cupboard.

"Parrish."

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