She was in her room, when she woke. Already changed into warm , and tucked in with her teddy bear lying neatly on her desk. Scott and her mother were far too kind to her.

Rubbing her eyes pulling her legs into her chest, Sara groaned. Life sucked. She just got home and people were trying to kill her. It seemed to be impossible to escape the supernatural. Why did she hid then? What was the point?

Just before she could have one of her amazing internal life crises, mostly consisting of her berating herself of her idiocy. A strange voice very different from Scott's and Stiles was speaking in Scott's room.

Walking to the wall Sara pressing her ears against it listening.

"After entering the IP address, you will be connected through a Darknet portal to an untraceable bank. Once logged in, enter your account number to receive wire transfers. The IP address will deactivate with each transfer. You will be assigned a new IP address if you choose to continue down the list. Remember, visual confirmation is always required for payment."

"You ever made a wire transfer?" Stiles asked, after the voice finished. "Never had enough money." Scott replied. "So you didn't understand a word of that either?" Stiles stated.

"I don't understand any of this. Why would someone use all this money just to kill us?" Scott mused. "Someone wants you dead, dude. Badly." Stiles answered.

"But why?" came a voice from behind them making the two jump.

"Oh my god, Sara!" Stiles cried. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Wondering why you guys have a bag of money under Scott's bed." she hissed, sitting crossed legged onto the floor with them.

"And if you were wondering, a wire transfer is a transfer of funds done electronically across a network of banks or transfer agencies around the world, commonly." she added. "And a IP address is a numerical label assigned to each device connected to a computer network that uses the Internet Protocol for communication." Sara informed them.

The two stared at her, their expression ranging from terrified, surprised and worried.

"Now, can you explain to me, what list are they talking about and why, and how you do you have this money? Hmm?" Sara asked, glancing between the two.

"Okay, so the Dead Pool is a hit list of 'high risk' people, and all the professional killers were called in to dispose of them and the reason you, Scott and the rest of your friends were on there is because you solved a 'perfect murder' Scott found the money in Garrett's locker at school, and is planning on giving it to Derek Hale. Who is somehow involved in this?" Sara said, relaying the information that the two gave her.

"Who the money was stolen from." Stiles corrected. Sara nodded slowly, biting her lower lip. "Okay."

"You believe us?" Scott asked, not even trying to hide his shock.

"Absolutely not, But let's pretend I do." Sara said calmly, pretending not to notice the looks that Scott and Stiles exchanged. "I do have one more question." Sara said, making the two hold their breath. "Am I on the list?"

The two paused shooting each other looks before. Scott nodded lowly. "You are."

Sara sighed, rubbing her eyes. "How much?"

"Ten." Stiles said, not meeting her eyes.

"Dollars, hundred, thousand?" Sara listed. "Million." Scott said, after a few seconds of silence. "Oh. Wow." Sara said, leaning back. "It's a lotta money." she mumbled. Scott scooting over, placing a hand on her back. "You okay?" Scott asked, taking her other hand in his.

Sara blinked, nodding. "Yeah, yeah I'm okay. Just tired and…crazy day. Liam in a well. Wonder how he got down there." she chuckling lightly, hoping that laughter might keep her tears at bay.

"Are you sure?" Scott asked worriedly. 'Damn werewolves and their chemosignals.' Sara thought darkly. If there was one thing she could hid well, it was her emotions.

And Scott worried eyes made sense to her now.

He could smell her sadness.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Sara said, giving them one of her well-practiced fake smiles. "Though I think Sherlock and Watson need to take a break. The PSATs are in the morning." she reminded them.

Stiles nodded, giving her a squeeze on the shoulder. Scott smiling at her, though his smile didn't meet his eyes. "Night." Sara whispered, walking back into her room.

"Night Sara."

"Night, Princess."

Locking her door, leaning against it. Sara shut her eyes sliding down, warm silent tears slipping from her eyes.

"Where's Lydia?" Kira asked, glancing at the group; she, Scott, Stiles and Malia at school standing in line for the PSATs.

"She's took it her freshman year." Stiles answered nervously. "Does that mean I could have taken it some other time?" Malia said, her eyes lighting up. "Malia, you studied harder for this than any of us." Scott said gently.

"Doesn't mean I'm gonna do good." Malia replied.
"Well..."

"Well, what?" Malia asked, glancing at Stiles. "It's do well, not good." Stiles corrected.

"Oh, God!" Malia groaned.

"Okay, okay. You're doing this, because while we're trying not to die, we still need to live. If I survive high school, I'd like to go to college. A good college." Scott said encouragingly.

"It's only three hours. We can survive three hours." Kira said hopefully, turning to at Scott. "How's Sara?"

"Well, she. She's still having nightmares, but I…I think she's believing us. Kind off." Scott mumbled, scratching his ear. "I mean she knows we're lying, but she's believing it."

"Yeah, that's only because you said 'high risk people.' Like what the hell does that even mean?" Stiles said shaking his head at Scott.

"I panicked."

Liam yawned, pulling the covers off him, hearing a light tapping on his window, getting up he pulled back the curtains, unlocking the window.

"Hey, Juliet." Sara said cheekily, a smile on her face. "Had a good sleep?"

"You do remember we have a door right? Liam yawned, glancing half-heartedly at the ladder. "I do," Sara said, tucking some hair behind her ear. "But this is more fun."

Liam smirked, letting her come in. Climbing over the window sill, Sara plonked herself on his unmade bed glancing around the room. "Huh."

"What?" Liam asked, shutting the window. "Nothing, I just forgot how fun this is. It's nice." Sara hummed, swinging her legs back in forth. "And you are still disgusting," she added picking up his lacrosse shirt, giving it sniff. Instantly making a face. "Do you ever put this in the washing?"

"I've been asking him for ages." said Mrs Dunbar from the doorway. The two froze, staring at her, then at each other.

Walking past them, she opened Liam's window glancing out. "Doors, Sara. They exist." she said, after a few seconds. "Good to have you back. Breakfast, I'm making pancakes."

"Thanks Mrs Dunbar." Sara said, as the door closed. Liam and Sara sharing a look, before bursting out laughing.

"Excuse me." Sheriff called, walking towards the C.D.C woman that was talking. "Can anyone tell me what we're dealing with here?" he asked.

"Hopefully a false alarm. The details provided have concerned us and your local health authorities enough to order a quarantine. We're going to need your help ensuring that no one gets in or out of the school." the woman explained.

Sheriff sighed. "My son is in there."

The woman raised her eyebrows. "Is this gonna be a conflict for you?"

"Conflict? No." Sheriff said, folding his arms, glancing at the school. "Stressful? Yeah. All right. What happens now?"

"Ah no, no, no!"

"Boom!" Sara cried, jumping up as the avatar threw the finishing punch. "How did you get so good?" Liam cried, tossing the controller onto the bed. Sara shrugged. "I had a lotta of practice."

Liam nodded, deciding to take his chance. "In the three months?" he asked quietly.

Instantly the mood in the room dropped. Sara's body stiffened, her heart rate rising. "Yeah." she mumbled, rubbing the controller.

"I know you don't want to talk about it." Liam said, glancing at her. "But I-just. I want you to know you can talk to me, Sara."

Sara nodding stiffly. "Yeah, I know. It's just hard, Liam. It's so hard." she mumbled, running her fingers though her thick dark brown locks. "With everything that happened…" she trailed off, before edging closer to him. "Liam, I think…I may, need to tell you something, something important…I-"

Suddenly Sara's phone rang out, reaching over checking the caller, she answered. "Mom…What? Are they alright? No, no I'm at Liam's…Yeah…No, I'm coming…I'm on my way."

"What happened?" Liam asked. "There's a quarantine at the school. Some infection broke out," Sara said quickly, pulling her jacket on sliding her phone into her jeans pocket. "I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah," Liam said, as she ran out. "Sara," he called out. Sara skidding to a halt, glancing at him over her shoulder.

"Be careful."

Sara smiled, patting his doorframe. "Aren't I always?"

Opening Braeden's room door, Melissa walked past Derek to Braeden's bedside. Needle in hand she injected it into her IV.

"What's that?" Derek asked instantly. "Naloxone. We need to wake her up." Melissa said, her face set. "I thought you said she needed to rest." Derek replied.

"That was before I found out the CDC just put the high school under quarantine with Scott and Stiles still in there." Melissa said, glancing up at Derek.

Braeden shot up, groaning in pain.

"Braeden, look at me. You were shot, but you're in the hospital now and you're fine. Do you understand?" Melissa asked, placing a soothing hand on her shoulder.

Braeden nodded.

"Good. Okay. Last night you were in the woods and you came across another pack? Do you know what happened to them?" Melissa asked, rubbing her hands nervously.

Derek glanced at her. "I told you, they were poisoned."

"No." Braeden croaked out, shaking her head. "No, they were infected. It was a virus designed to kill werewolves. It did. It killed them all."

"Mom?" Sara called pulling open a door, looking frantically for her. 'Symptoms. I need symptoms.'

"Mom? God, where are you?" Sara groaned, running headlong into someone.

"Sorry," Sara said, glancing up at the person, who was staring at her. "Sara right?" the person asked. Sara blinked, furrowing her eyebrows. "Yes, do I know you?"

"I'm Derek," the man said, holding out his hand to her. "Derek Hale. I'm a friend of your brothers."

"Yes, Scott told me about you." Sara said, shaking his hand. Much taller than she thought he was, dark haired like her and Scott with a cool beard and wise green eyes.

"Have you by any chance saw my mom anywhere? It's important." Sara said, pulling her hands into her pockets.

"She went-" Derek started, the elevator dinging revealing her mother, Deaton and another woman who was crying. "Mom." Sara said, she and Derek jogging to her. Her mother pushing a man who had black vomit on his mouth out of the elevator.

He was completely still.

She didn't have to be Stiles Stilinski to find out what happened. "He's-" Sara stated, her mother nodded. Sara sighed, looking down at the body. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, her fingers lightly brushing against the man's hand.

It was like someone had plugged jumper cables to his ears and starting shocking him as the man leapt back to life. He started seizing, his claws swishing around like crazy, as he let out a loud growl, his eyes bright yellow.

'Werewolf.'

Sara jumped back, stumbling into Derek, who had just grabbed her, pulling her back into him. The woman, Deaton and her mother attempted to calm the man.

"Not dead. He is definitely not dead!" Sara cried.

Sara stared at the man, her mother and Deaton hooking him up to all sorts of life support machines. "He's breathing, but not for long." Deaton said, glancing suspiciously at Sara.

Sara held his gaze, her eyes empty.

"We need to figure out what kind of virus this is."

Derek and Satomi walked in shutting the door staring at the body in front of them. Derek occasionally glancing at her, with the same worried look Scott had, though his was more dulled and held a hint of curiosity rather than worry.

"What are the symptoms?" Sara asked suddenly, looking up at the adults. "Fever, ringing in the ears, blindness, coughing up that-black sludge?" Sara listed, when they remained silent.

"All of those things." Satomi answered. Sara's eyes widened. 'Chemist.'

"What is it?" Melissa asked, straitening up. "I think I might know what they have." Sara said, running her fingers though her hair. "Canine distemper. Well a variant of it." Sara explained. "It happened in San Francisco the first year I stayed there. It mostly kills wolves, but it can affect some humans."

'AKA werewolves.' Sara thought. "But the virus has been sped up and I think I know by who too." Sara finished.

"You mean it's been weaponized?" Derek stated. "Exactly, by a professional killer known as The Chemist AKA Simon Williams. This his MO." Sara said, folding her arms staring at the body.

"But, I don't know what cures it." she mumbled, the sudden annoying feeling of uselessness entering her again. If she were a strong, she might have been able to cure them.

"It's okay at least we know what we're fighting." Derek said, giving her a small smile. Something that she (she thought) didn't happen often, because her mother glanced at him in surprise.

"It infected my whole pa-family." Satomi said, quickly catching herself, the pain and grief plastered onto her face.

"Everyone except for you." Deaton said, pointing at Satomi. "That's the real question. Did you not get infected? Or are you immune?"

"If your pack was infected, then who was doing all the shooting at the entrance to the woods?" Derek asked, receiving a dirty look from Melissa. Sara rolled her eyes. 'If only she knew.'

"Apparently another assassin. Personally, I'd rather face a gun than a variant of smallpox."

"Sounds like you're going to get plenty of chances." Melissa said grimly.

Satomi said nothing staring at Derek, her eyes softening, Derek glanced at her looking slightly uncomfortable. "Sorry." she apologised. "I just noticed how much you remind me of Talia. I used to visit her a lot, you know. Do you remember me?" she asked.

Sara felt a hand on her shoulder, staring up at her mother, gently sliding her hand into hers.

"I remember the tea. You always brought that tea that smelled terrible." Derek said after a pause. "I brought that tea as a gift. Your mother loved it." Satomi said fondly.

"What kind of tea?" Deaton asked sharply. "What?" Satomi asked, Sara and her mother raising their heads. "The tea with the smell, what kind was it?" Deaton asked again.

"Reishi. Wild purple reishi. It's very rare." Satomi answered.

"It's also a very powerful remedy for sickness. Satomi, you didn't get infected because you've been inoculated." Deaton explained.

"Okay, okay. How rare is it? Can we find it?" Melissa asked, rubbing her neck nervously. "We don't have to. My mother kept some of it. It's in our vault." Derek said, straighten up.

"Okay, your vault?" Sara interrupted. Derek opened his mouth to answer, but Sara waved him off. "Nevermind, not the craziest thing that happened his week." she said, turning to her mother. "We need to call dad."

"Shouldn't one of you get to live?" Simon asked, his gun pointed at Stiles.

"I think I saw them in the library. Or it might've been the cafeteria. It was definitely one of those two." Stiles lied.

"I'm going to count to three," Simon said, adjusting his aim to Stiles head. "And then I'm going to kill you." he threatened softly.

Stiles turned around, facing the gun. "Think you can scare me?"

"No, I think I can kill you. I just thought the countdown would make it more exciting." Simon said, pressing the gun against Stile's forehead. "So...One...Two..."

Stiles shut his eyes.

BANG!

Blood sprayed all over Stiles's face. Spitting and patting, Stiles looked up at his saviour. "Where the hell did you come from?" he choked out. Agent McCall pulled the top of his hazmat suit, his gun smoking.

"Stiles, listen. I got a call from Melissa. I don't know what it means. She said there's an antidote. It's in a vault, reishi mushrooms." he explained.

"Wait, what in a vault?" Stiles asked, still in shock. "It's in a jar on one of the shelves. She said to tell Scott, it's in the vault."

"I have to get to the school." Derek said to Satomi, Sara jogging behind him. "Derek can you give a ride? I have to see Scott." Sara asked, glancing at him. Derek nodded. "Sure."

"What about the others at Lookout Point?" Satomi asked him. Derek froze, opening his mouth as the elevator dinged. A blonde woman holding a gun, raising at them.

Derek instantly grabbed Sara, pulling her to the ground covering her.

Satomi ran forwards, expertly dodging the bullets. The sound of a metal something meeting flesh rang out, as the gun clattered to the floor, the woman following.

Satomi twirled around (to what Sara could now see) was a silver arrow, glancing behind her at Derek, Deaton, Melissa and Sara. "I may have learned to control my anger, but I still know when to use it." she said.

"That was awesome." Sara mumbled.

"I get it you know." Derek said suddenly, interrupting the strange silence between them. "Get what?" Sara asked, pulling her gaze from the forest to him.

"Sara McCall, daughter of a FBI Agent, lone survivor of the tragic destruction of the Deervlailen Prep School." Derek quoted.

It was like someone poured acid down her throat. "How?"

"Read it in the paper, well Peter read in the paper and told me how riveting it was. You might have a fan." Derek said, keeping his eyes locked on the road. Sara was thankful, it allowed her crack a little.

"Relax, I know it wasn't you fault." he added.

"What?" Sara blurted out.

"I know it wasn't your fault, not on purpose anyway." Derek said pulling up in front of the McCall house. Sara barely noticing the change in destination, spending all her energy, holding in the hot tears that burned behind her eyes.

"I don't know what you are, but I know you're not human. Just like I know what happened wasn't you fault, as much as you think it is."

Sara swallowed hard, blinking rapidly, feeling the burn behind her eye grow.

"My family died in a fire. Because I brought home my girlfriend, who was just a crazy hunter using me to get to them. Most of them died that day, and I spent a long time thinking that was my fault." Derek said.

Sara staring at him, a few tears slipping out of her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"But it wasn't." Derek said, turning around meeting her eyes. "It was hers…I don't know you very well, Sara. But I know your family. I know Scott. And from what I've seen and heard. I think you're a lot like him."

"I'm not like Scott. I'm not…good…not like him." Sara whispered, wiping her face with her sleeve.

Derek nodded. "Maybe. But you're still a good kid." he said, parking the car. "I know this is hard. It is hard. It won't be easy and I don't think it's meant to be. But, eventually, it will get better." he said, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

"You just need to learn how to forgive yourself."

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