"Here, try that." Stiles said, tossing Malia a shirt from Scott's cupboard; Sara watching them from the Scott's bed, adjusting her white t-shirt underneath her leather jacket, tapping her foot impatiently on the carpet.
"Fabric softener." Malia reported again. Sara groaned, face palming. Stiles sighed, running into Scott's bathroom digging though his laundry basket, tossing Malia a pair of Scott's underwear. "Ugh." Sara said, wrinkling her nose at it.
"Remember, Scott's life is on the line." Stiles said, holding out the underwear. Malia glanced between the underwear and Sara, spotting Scott pillow picking it up taking a deep sniff.
"You got it?" Sara asked. Malia nodded.
"Let's go," Sara said, jogging down the stairs. "Yeah. That works, too." Stiles said, dropping the underwear, following them downstairs. Sara pausing, when she saw Liam waiting by the dining table.
"Oh! Liam, go home. You're not coming with us." Stiles scolded.
"Why not?" Liam asked, glancing at Sara, Malia awkwardly hovering for a minute, before opting to leaning against the counter across from Sara. Sara sighed, turning her gaze to the floor.
"Because it's a full moon." Stiles said firmly. "And I don't feel like driving all the way down to Mexico just to have you rip my throat out."
"Nice." Sara said, reaching over patting Liam's arm. "I'm sorry, it's just too dangerous for you."
"It's dangerous for you too," Liam said, talking her hand. "If you're going, I'm coming too." he said, turning to Stiles. Stiles scoffed. "No, you're not, and the only reason she's coming is because Sara can kill these things faster than we can."
"What so I'm the weapon?" Sara cried.
"You can lock me up, right? Chain me down to the back seat or something?" Liam said, cutting off, what would be Sara ripping into Stiles.
"You tore through the last chains, remember?" Malia reminded him. Sara stared at them. "How can you tear though chains?"
"Yeah, we would have to freeze you in carbonite to get you down there." Stiles said sarcastically. "Okay, then where do we get carbonite?" Liam said brightly. Sara shaking her head. "No, Liam. No."
The three of them sharing exhausted looks. Stiles shook his head. "Seriously, you haven't seen it either?"
"Clearly there are no werewolf Jedi's." Sara mumbled, making Malia snort. "Sorry, you have to sit this one out, Li." Sara said, giving Liam a final comforting pat on the arm following Malia out.
"Wait! What if we put me in the trunk?" Liam said, jogging after them.
"You'd get out of that, too." Malia said, trucking on past Liam, the latter looking like a puppy bouncing around its mother next to her. Sara tried to keep to Malia's pace. Every second here was one they weren't saving Scott.
"Liam, you've been a werewolf all of five minutes. You don't have to do this." Stiles said, stopping, Liam skidding to a halt. "I know I don't, but I want to. There's gotta be bigger chains, a bigger trunk or something. There has to be." Liam pleaded.
Stiles paused, his eyes clouding over like they always did just before an epiphany. "Maybe there is."
"Well? You gonna tell us, or are we just going to wait to find out for dramatic effect?" Sara asked curtly.
"Prison Transport Van." Sara said, patting Roscoe the Jeep on the hood. "That should work." she said, walking towards it, Derek, Braeden and another man people getting out of it.
Stiles nodded. "Yeah," he said, calling out to Braeden. "How did you get a prison transport van?" Stiles asked, looking it at down in mild surprise.
Braeden closing the door. "I'm a U.S. Marshal."
"Really?" Sara said wide eyed. "That's awesome." Braeden smiled at her.
"Yeah, I just thought that was just a cover." Stiles mumbled. Derek pulling up, with another man in tow. "Are we really bringing him?" Derek asked, gesturing to Liam, who shifted on the spot slightly.
"Are we really bringing him?" Stiles retorted, gesturing to the man next to Derek. "Who's he?" Sara whispered to Malia. "Peter. My psychotic father. The one that bit Scott." Malia whispered back.
"Ahh…" Sara said. So this was the famous Peter Hale.
"We're bringing everyone that we can. And considering Scott and Kira were taken the night before a full moon, we should probably get going." Peter said, glancing over the familiar faces, pausing when he reached Sara's.
"What's that mean?" Malia asked, there was a certain coldness when she spoke to him. No lost love there. It seemed Malia had relationship akin to the one she had with her own father before she moved to San Francisco.
"If Kate took Scott back to the same temple that she took Derek, how do we know she's not planning to do the same thing to him?"
"What, she wants to make him younger?" Liam asked.
"Or take him back to when he wasn't a werewolf."
"Maybe she could even take him back into just before he becomes an Alpha, then slap a Berserker skull on him and turn him into a psycho killing machine that kills all of us." Sara mused aloud.
The group stared at her. Stiles giving her 'the look'.
"What?"
"What is wrong-I-Nevermind." Stiles said, shaking his head.
"Anyway…" Peter started. "A werewolf can't steal a true Alpha's power. But maybe a Nagual jaguar, with the power of Tezcatlipoca behind her...Maybe she can. So, if everyone is sufficiently freaked out, I say we get going." Peter suggested, gesturing to the cars.
"We can't." Stiles said. "Not without Lydia."
"So your Malia's father, who bit Scott and Lydia, then tried to kill everyone but died and then was resurrected from the dead by Lydia. Right?" Sara asked, swinging her feet sitting on the hood of Stile's jeep.
"Basically." Peter replied, folding his arms. "You're the witch that killed the Berserkers and blew up that school right?"
"Basically." Sara sighed, digging into her dark jeans pocket. "Gum?"
Peter glanced at her. "Sure." he said taking it. Sara took another piece popping it into her mouth. Earning another 'WTF' Look from Stiles. Sara shrugged, Peter didn't really bother her than much. He was a cat. You didn't both it, he didn't seem to bother you.
"What's she doing at the school anyway?" Derek asked, after another 10 minutes. "We got Kira's sword," Malia said holding it up. "But we need something with a stronger scent. Lydia went to get a jacket out of her locker."
"Nothing." Stiles said walking back to the group, tucking his phone in his pocket.
"If she has a car, she can catch up to us." Braeden suggested.
"That's a good point. We'll call her from the road." Peter agreed.
"No. What if something happened? What if she's in trouble?" Stiles insisted.
"Stiles, I get it. I really do. But Scott and Kira could be dying right now. Or be dead." Sara said, swallowing the burn behind her eyes down, jumping down from the jeep hood. "We're wasting time we don't have."
"But-"
"Fine. You stay, you find her. We're gonna go on without you." Peter said, walking towards the car.
"I could call Mason. He has a study group at school. Maybe he could look for her." Liam said helpfully. "There, that could work." Sara said, patting Liam on the back.
Stiles sighed. "All right. Fine." he said, walking towards Malia. Sara falling in step with Liam and Braeden.
"Remember what we're dealing with." Peter said, pulling on his jacket. "It's not just Kate, it's Berserkers. You might see human eyes behind those skulls. Do not assume that there's any humanity left." he said, his gaze locking onto Liam.
"Oh. This little one is terrified of them, aren't you? Don't worry, my friend. It is that fear that will keep you alive. A reminder to everyone. You do not fight Berserkers to survive, you fight to kill."
After about 2 hours in the car, Sara glanced at the back where the boys were quietly talking, before gazing back out at the sky. The sun was still shining. Liam pulled on his handcuffs. Rubbing her hands together, Sara let out a breath wriggling in her seat.
"You okay?" Braeden asked, glancing at her from the corner of her eye. "Yeah, yeah I'm good, great, fantastic." Sara said, swallowing the hard lump in her throat.
"You don't look it," Braeden commented smoothly. Sara shut her eyes, leaning back into her seat. "I can't lose him." she whispered. "I just can't. He's…"
Braeden took her hand, her left still on the wheel. "You're not going too." she said gently squeezing her hand.
Sara gave her a pained smile. "I really hope your right."
Night.
The full moon shone brightly in the dark night sky. Sara shut her eyes, as a few beam shone on her face. Her energy bubbling under her skin.
"The moon affects you too?" Derek asked poking his head though the serrated window, from the back.
Sara nodded, turning around opening her eyes; squeezing them to shake the purple out. "Not like you guys, it's more of a recharge for me," Sara said, seeming much more relaxed than before. Her chilled expression instantly shifted, when she spotting Liam's clenched fist.
"Mainly because of that." Sara said quickly, making the Derek and Stiles return their attention onto Liam.
Liam's claws jetted out, gripping the talisman tightly. "Whatever you were gonna teach me..." he growled out, breathing heavily. "I think you better start."
"Liam, you with me?" Derek asked. Sara watching from the front. Braeden driving faster. Liam nodded, sweating (as Coach would say profoundly)
"We have a mantra that we use. You repeat it, you focus on the words. It's like meditating. You say the words until you feel control coming back to you."
"Okay. Okay, okay! What are the words?" Liam shouted, his pain making Sara wince. "Okay, look at the triskelion. See the symbol? I have a tattoo on my back, it's the same thing. Each spiral means something." Derek said, Liam gripping the wood in his hand tightly.
"Alpha, Beta, Omega." Stiles mumbled.
"It represents the idea that we can always rise to one and fall back to another. Betas can become Alphas." Derek explained.
"Alphas can become Betas."
"Can Alphas become Omegas?" Liam asked, Derek nodded. 'Like Peter.' Sara thought. 'The Alpha that turned into an omega.'
"All you have to do is say the three words." Derek said slowly. "And with each one, you tell yourself you're getting calmer, more in control. Go ahead."
Liam growled. "Alpha, Beta-"
"Slower." Derek said calmly.
"Alpha... Beta... Omega..." Liam groaning sharply in pain. Sara half-pressing herself against the metal divider.
"Alpha... Beta... Omega..."
"Good. Say it again. Remember, every time you say the words, you're getting calmer." Derek reminded him. "Alpha, Beta... Omega." Liam said, his voice changing, becoming dark. Stiles crawled onto the seating bench.
"Say it again." Derek said, the van shuddering uneasily.
"Derek, I don't think the powerful talisman of self-control is working." Stiles cried. Liam grunted his eyes turning into their powerful bright yellow.
"Liam, say it again!" Derek shouted. Liam roared back, getting up shaking the van violently. Sara gripping her seatbelt. The van shuddered.
"Liam!"
Liam roared in response. Sara gripping her seat, wishing she had 100 more seatbelts. Liam roared, the hairs on her arm sitting up straight. The sound was like the snapping of a peanut shell. Or the sound that her father made when he broke a plate when he wasted the night, Scott slept at Stiles house.
The handcuffs snapped like candy canes. "Oh crap." Sara whispered, squeezing the seatbelt. Derek trying to hold Liam down. The roars and yells from behind them, making her press herself deeper into the seat, wanting nothing more for it to swallow.
"Derek?"
"I think we're gonna need to go a little faster." Stiles called out. "A lot faster," Sara added, as the van gave another violent shudder. "Keep going!" Derek shouted.
The van swerved again, nearly sending Sara out the window. "We're almost there." Braeden yelled back. The van swinging again, Braeden catching Sara before she did fall out the window.
"Derek!" Sara hollered from the front. "Your manta sucks!"
"Focus!" Derek shouted. "Derek, I don't think Alpha, Beta, Omega is resonating with him." Stiles reported. "It really isn't!" Sara yelled, gripping her seat tightly. "You know any other mantras?" Derek snapped.
Stiles paused. "Yeah. I do. Liam, Liam. What three things cannot long be hidden?"
Liam growled, fighting against Derek. Another roar shook out the loudest, that made her stomach do the summersaults, and not the good kind. "Man, I really wish I stayed at home!" Sara whined, digging her hands into the seat.
"Liam! Liam, look at me!" Stiles called over the noise. "What three things cannot long be hidden? What three things?"
Liam grunted. "Sun... The moon... The truth." he panted. "That's it. Say it again." Stiles said calmly.
"Sun, the moon... The truth."
"Derek?" Braeden asked. "We're okay?"
"Sun... Moon... And the truth." Liam said slowly, his voice returning to normal. Sara let out a sigh of relief. Stiles patting Derek's arm. "Pack Mom saves the day!" Sara cheered, glancing back at the boys.
"What?"
"Nevermind."
"I can't believe I did it." Liam said grinning as they finally drove into La Iglesia. "For a minute there, I thought I was gonna tear the two of you apart."
"So did I." Sara added, from the front. "Yeah." Stiles agreed. "That would've made for an awkward ride home. So, thanks."
"Think you can bring the same level of control and strength inside La Iglesia?" Derek asked gently. Liam expertly whipped out his claws. "All right. We might actually be able to do this." Stiles said cheerfully.
Derek pulling open the door. A clawed hand, yanking him out of the van. "Derek!" Sara shouted, she and Braeden jumping out of the van.
The Berserker threw Derek agasint the van hard, Braeden letting off a few shots from her shotgun.
The Berserker dropped Derek aside like a ragdoll, turning its attention to her. The Bersekr stomping towards. Braeden cocked her gun.
"Wait!" Sara said, raising her hand. The Berserker getting closer. "Wait. Shoot now." she instructed. Braeden shot, the bullet shoring though her air. Sara shut her eyes, charging it with energy.
The bullet soared, striking the Berserker hard in the chest. The Berserker stumbled back, the bullet lodged inside it.
Sara curled her open hands into a fist. The Berserker shaking violently, making strange clunking noises as if being tortured. Sara's head tilted slightly, her purple eyes glittering in the moon light as she snapped her fingers.
The Berserker was instantly burning. Burning alive, rising her left hand forcing it to the ground. The creature burst into flames, leaving behind pile off bones.
Sara dropped her hands, dusting them off, now aware the rest were staring at her. "Did you just…" Stiles started. "Burn it alive?" Sara finished, nodding. "Yeah."
"To kill right?" Sara said, glancing at Peter, her purple eyes while not as bright as before, still alive in usually brown eyes. Peter chuckled, an almost impressed look on his face. "Now, this is a warrior."
"Thanks." Sara said, bending down next to Braeden, lightly tracing a finger over Derek's wounds her fingers lightly glowing. "It's not healing." she mumbled. "I don't know, it's just one." Sara said squeezing her hands hard, trying again.
"It's not healing…I-I don't understand. Come on this is simple. Come just this once, please work." Sara moaned, squeezing her hands again, her nails digging into the palms of her hand.
"How bad is it?" Peter asked worriedly.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Derek said panted, blood filling his mouth. "Just get to Scott. Just find him. We'll be right behind you. Go. Go!" Derek shouted, the others hurriedly running into La Iglesia, leaving just Sara and Stiles and Braeden.
"Hey, hey, save him." Derek said to Stiles. Stiles licked his lips, nodding his eyes still locked onto Derek.
"Go, it's okay. It's okay, Sara. It's okay. Just go." Derek said gently. He was comforting her, Sara's heart ached in pain. Scott was losing his friend, his mentor, his Elena, because of her.
"No, Sara." Derek said, as if reading her mind. "No. It's okay. Just go."
Sara froze, her heart pounding hard in her chest. Stiles walked to her, taking her arm pulling her up and guiding in to the temple. "This way, come on."
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