Seven months. It had been nearly seven months of quiet: were no one died, no one had been seriously injured and there had been no unexpected supernatural visitors. It was amazing!
Letting out a breath, Sara leaning back against the jeep. Summer had been extremely busy, but in a normal, not getting murdered every ten minutes sort of way. Scott and Stiles had been helping her to control and understand her powers, when she wasn't doing that, Sara was helping Lydia figure out what the hell Parrish was in between with spending every free moment having fun with Liam and Mason and helping Kira help Malia with summer school.
Sara couldn't have asked for more. Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Kira were finally in their senior year, with Malia currently being decided. She, Liam and Mason were juniors and the holidays had been exactly what they were meant to be, relaxing.
"All right, so I found some cool two bedrooms in the Mission District, but they're pretty expensive. A couple in Haight and Ashbury. Also expensive." Stiles informed them, leaning over a large map.
"What about Berkeley? Don't a lot of students live around there?" Scott asked, glancing at Stiles, his gazed previously locked onto the large bright full moon.
"Yeah, yeah, we could try Nob Hill. But, the Jeep would probably burn through a lot of clutches." Stiles said, scratching something off with his pen. Scott glanced at him. "You're bringing the Jeep?"
"You know the plan, okay." Stiles said. Sara mouthing: 'No one gets left behind'
"No one gets left behind. That's the plan. Lydia's not gonna have a problem getting into Stanford. Kira's thinking USF. Malia's, uh, gonna, you know, she'll figure something out, okay. The plan's perfect." Stiles said, for what seemed like the 100th time this summer.
"Or we could also wait until we actually get into college and then figure out where to live." Scott suggested. Stiles capped the pen, pointing at him. "I have a vision, dude. Okay? And it is a beautiful vision. Don't ruin the vision." Stiles replied.
Scott chuckled. "Okay, we can check out the East Bay. Haven't looked at Oakland yet."
Thunder cracked in the distance, making Sara open her eyes looking up at the thick storm clouds above. "Looks like it's gonna be a big one." Sara mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. It thundered often in their house when they were younger, whenever it did, she would always end up sneaking into Scott's room and the two of them would read stories under the bedcovers under the comfort of the torch light.
"You're all right? You're starting to feel it?" Stiles asked, glancing at Scott, reaching out and squeezing Sara's hand.
"No. Just thinking." Scott replied.
"About what?" Stiles asked, leaning against the jeep. "Senior year. Senior year, come on, that's, that's... That's nothing. That's going to be easy." Stiles said smirking.
Sara furrowed her eyebrows. "Isn't senior year the hardest because you need all the grades you can get to get into college, and you take your advanced classes?" Sara asked, looking up at him sceptically.
"Ummm…No?" Stiles said, biting the end of his pen. Sara scoffed, crossing her legs.
"It's more like something Deaton told me once. You two ever hear of regression to the mean?" Scott asked, glancing at them. Sara shook her head, running her fingers though her newly cut; shorter hair. "Nope."
"No, I don't think so."
"It was his way of saying that life can't ever be all bad or all good. You know, eventually things have to come back to the middle." Scott explained. "So, think about the last few months. Things have been good, right? But not amazing."
"Yeah, but no one's tried to kill us in six months either." Stiles added.
"I am very happy about that." Sara cheered.
"Right. We've been pretty much in the middle for a while. Which means, at some point, the scale has to tip one way or the other. Things are gonna get really good again..."
"Or really bad." Stiles finished.
"Really bundles of joy you two are. You worse than Derek." Sara said, another wave of thunder cracking again, lighting shooting across the sky. "Think it's been long enough?" she asked, glancing at Liam.
"Yes!" Liam called from the distance. Sara grinned at Liam, who was chained to a giant tree.
"Hey. Trying to have an adult conversation over here." Stiles said. Sara chuckled, jumping up walking towards him. Liam sighed. "All right, you're two years older than me. And I'm fine. Just let me go."
"It's not that we don't trust you." Scott started. "It's that I don't trust you." Stiles finished.
"I on the other hand trust you completely." Sara added, as Scott looked for the key. "But after that last full moon..."
"It was one slip up." Liam retorted. Sara snorting, a smile instantly creeping on her face.
"Slip up? A dozen calls to the Sheriff's Department about a 'monstrous dog-boy' running around the streets of Beacon Hills naked. That's a slip up?" Stiles said, shooting him a look.
Sara bit her lip, trying to keep a straight face. "Don't you dare," Liam said, knowing she remembered that night all too well, watching her face. "Don't-"
Sara burst out laughing, holding onto Stiles to stop herself from falling. "That-that…was—so, I'm sorry I can't."
"Why were you naked?" Scott asked. Sara laughing even harder, walking away again. Liam rolled her eyes at her. "It was really hot out that night, okay. Ju-Let me go."
"You sure you're okay?" Scott said more concerned than before. Sara walking back her laughter ceasing, but a cheeky smile on her face.
"It won't happen again."
"You're in complete and total control?"
"Complete and total." Liam assured them, the three taking down the chains. Stiles dropping them in the bag walking to the jeep with Scott. Sara about to follow, when she glanced back at Liam.
Walking towards him, as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. Sara poked him lightly on the shoulder. "You okay?" she asked, her head tilting slightly, a soft smile on her face.
Liam nodded, throwing an arm around her shoulder was they walked towards the jeep. "I'm fine, in control." he said. Sara pursed her lips, smiling.
"Shut up."
"I didn't say anything," Sara cried, looking at him. "You didn't have too," he said, his eyes glittering. Sara poked him on the shoulder."Your right I didn't."
"You're very annoying."
"That I am."
"Hey!" Stiles shouted from the jeep, hooting loudly. "Joey and Chandler! Come on, we're going to be late!"
"Chill out Mom!" Sara called back.
"Is it a party?" Liam asked, poking his head between the seats. "It's not a party." Stiles said tiredly. "Is it some kind of club?" Sara asked poking her head next to Liam, though the gap between the front seats and the back.
"Nope."
"Then what's at midnight?" Liam asked, accidentally knocking Sara's head. "Your bedtime." Stiles replied. Sara moaned. "Come on, just tell us!" she said, rubbing her head. Liam mouthing: 'sorry'
"No."
"Why aren't the girls going?" Liam asked. "They're meeting us there, okay?" Stiles said glancing from the wheel to the back. "And just stop asking questions, all right? It's a senior thing. You'll know when you're a seniors."
Sara sighed, stretching herself out in the backseat. "Can we at least get ice-cream after?"
Stiles paused, drumming his fingers lightly on the wheel, glancing at Scott. "Fine, but only if you too behave." Scott said, pulling out his phone. Sara smiled, her and Liam high-fiving in the back.
"You guys having trouble with your phones?" Scott asked, just as the jeeps started to sputter the engine and radio turning off.
"Oh. What the hell?" Stiles said as the jeep stopped completely. "You out of gas?" Liam asked. Sara shook her head. "Jeep's electric."
"Probably the alternator again." Stiles grumbled, he and Scott jumping out to check the engine. Liam looked down, clenching his fist.
"You okay? Is it affecting you?" Sara asked, rubbing his shoulder gently. Liam took a deep breath, leaning back. "I'm okay."
Sara nodded, reaching down, feeling under the seat. "Here," she said, pulling out a candy bar, breaking it in half, handing one half to Liam. Liam snorted, taking the half biting it. "How many snacks did you hid here?"
Sara bit her half, chewing thoughtfully. "Five."
Just then another wave of thunder rang out, making the two of them look behind them. "Guys..." Liam called, when a bolt of lightning hit the road, close to the jeep. "Guys!"
"Yeah, give us a second, please."
"Sara, Liam stay in the car, okay?"
"But Scott, light-" Sara began as a bolt, struck again in front of them. "-ning"
Just then the engine burst top life. "Good jeep, Roscoe!" Sara cheered patting the seat. Liam raised his eyebrows. "What, you know this jeep has a mind of its own." Sara mumbled, taking another bit of her candy bar.
Liam rolled his eyes, poking his head out her window. "Can we go now?"
"Hey, there's Malia!" Sara said sticking her head out the window, pointing. "Inside!" Stiles scolded. "How many times do I have to tell you-? Inside the car!"
"But we're not even-"
"No buts," Stiles grumbled. Sara sitting back down. "Buzz kill."
"What did you say?" Stiles said, swerving his jeep to where Malia and Mr Tate were, honking loudly. "Sorry we're late. Hey," Stiles greeted them. Malia running up giving him a kiss making Stiles moan loudly. Sara and Liam made a face, the two of them poking their head's out the window. "I'm sorry too." Liam said cheekily. "So am I," Sara added, grinning. "Where's our kiss?"
"You boys do remember I own a gun, right?" Mr Tate asked looking between the three, sending a quick wink to Sara. He had grown quite fond of the small girl in the short time of knowing her. Sara grinned.
"Vividly." Stiles answered. Mr Tate walked off, muttering something to Malia with a wink. Malia jumped into the back seat, Sara sitting half on Liam, half on Malia. The four staring at her. "What?" Malia asked. "Did you find out yet?" Stiles said excitedly. Malia glanced down at her phone, shaking her head.
"Find out what?" Liam asked, Sara shushing him. "They're gonna email me." Malia answered. "Is this about summer school?" Liam asked. Malia glared at Sara. "You told him?"
"Why'd you assume it was me?" Sara cried. Malia glared at her. Sara tucked her short hair behind her ear. "Okay, it was me, but he was bugging me about it and I didn't say much."
"Yeah, all they said was you had to go to summer school 'cause the principal said your test scores weren't good enough and you might have to repeat junior year." Liam said causally.
Malia glared at the three, namely Sara before looking out the window. Sara glared at Liam, punching him on the shoulder. "Ow," Liam moaned, rubbing it. "Idiot." Sara grumbled under her breath.
"We should've left him chained to the tree." Stiles mumbled, starting the jeep.
"Lia, relax. You're going to do fine." Sara said gently, rubbing Malia's shoulder. They had just arrived at the hospital, to drop Liam and Sara off until her mother's shift ended, because they apparently couldn't go with the 'young, not senior children.'
"They said, they'd email me." Malia said, hitting the refresh button again. "You studied hard and you worked hard, I'm sure, you're going to be fine." Sara said, covering Liam's mouth before he could add anything.
"- I don't know. That can be interpreted a lot of different ways." Stiles said to Scott from the front desk. Malia still checking her phone. Sara sighed. "You know, you can only hit the refresh button so many times."
"Well, like, "Don't worry, we're not exclusive. Go have fun with other guys."
"No. No way."
"Malia," Stiles said, making the girls look at him. "If you were going away and I told you 'Don't worry, go have fun.' What would you think I was talking about?"
Sara furrowed her eyebrows. "Isn't it what you just said?" she asked. Malia shook her head. "No," she said, turning to Stiles. "Fun like bowling? Or sex with other guys?"
"What?" Sara cried, her cheeks flushing. Malia nodding, looking at her weirdly. "You didn't know that?"
"No…" Sara mumbled, looking incredibly weirded out, pressing her hands against the cheeks, trying to turn them back to their normal colour.
"Okay, yeah. Now I'm worried." Scott mumbled, as another man was wheeled in.
"25-year-old male, unrestrained driver involved in..."
"Hey, Mom, where's all this coming from?" Scott sad, stopping their mother, as she was moving back to behind the desk. Sara watching the man being wheeled away. 'Guess we're staying here.'
"A jack-knifed tractor-trailer on 115, caused a major pile up." her mother explained, walking away. "Okay, okay, there's only one way back into Beacon Hills from the airport." Stiles stated glumly.
"115." Scott finished.
"Kira's never gonna make it." Stiles mumbled. Sara placing a hand on his shoulder, sending a wave of calm to him (a new cool skill she learned how to do).
"I can get her." Scott said, walking to the doors. "You guys head to the school. Lydia's probably already there. We'll meet you by midnight."
"How are you gonna get to her in the middle of a traffic jam?" Stiles said, patting Sara's hand. "Yeah, doofus, might I remind you. You're not Superman." Sara added, sending him a 'don't be stupid' look.
"We'll make it. Trust me."
"Gummy bear?" Sara asked, offering the packet to Liam. Taking a few, Liam popped them all into his mouth in one go. "How you doing?" she asked, pinching the bridge of her nose, a headache coming on.
Liam shrugged. "Okay…you think-" he paused, taking in a deep sniff. "What?" Sara asked, leaning forward, she didn't hear anything.
Liam turned, looking down the hall, jumping up from his chair. "Hello? What's happening?" she asked. Liam turned a corner. "It's smells like….something's burning." Sara poked her head, watching the Sheriff and her mother discreetly slipped into the morgue the Sheriff carrying Parrish.
"I think I know what." Sara said, the two got up, seeking to the door bending down listening closely. "He's not on fire, is he?" her mother asked. "Not that I know of." Sheriff said unsurely.
"You know, maybe it's part of his healing process?" her mother mused. There was a shuffled then harsh panting. "It's okay. It's okay. Right, Deputy?" she said. "Scott." Parrish panted. "We need to find Scott."
After the adults calmed down Parrish he started explaining who attacked him. "His claws were different. Twice the size of Scott's. More like talons."
"If that's the worst part, that doesn't sound too bad." Melissa said, Liam and Sara sharing a look. 'Yes it did sound alright.'
"It's worse." Parrish retorted. Sara rolled her eyes. 'Of course it was.'
"They did something to me. I don't know how to describe it other than it felt as if the life was being drawn out of me through them. Through the claws." Parrish explained.
Sara gasping, making Liam cover her mouth, pulling her away from the door. Glaring at her, shaking his head, Liam leaned closer to the door. "And now he's looking for Scott?"
"Which got me thinking about what this guy can do. The rule is you have to kill an Alpha to steal their power, right?" Parrish asked.
"But it's different for Scott."
Liam gently released Sara, putting his fingers on his lips. "You can't steal a True Alpha's power." Sheriff explained. Parrish paused. "I think this guy can."
Sara and Liam glanced at each other, instantly running to the elevator. "Wait!" Sara called, pushing open to doors, the wind blowing harshly at them. "Liam! How we gonna get there?" she asked, her short hair flying around in the wind. "Not a werewolf remember? I can't run that fast."
Liam paused, jogging back. "Umm," he mumbled, looking around, scratching the back of his neck. "Jump on my back!"
"What! Seriously?" Sara said. Liam nodding, turning around bending slightly. "Yeah, jump on!"
Sara bit her lower lip. "You sure?" Liam glanced at her. "Scott's life is in danger."
Sara sighed. "Why not?" she mumbled, jumping on, wrapping her arms tightly around him. "You better not drop me." she threatened. Liam straightening up, getting ready to use his werewolf speed. "Ready?"
"Ride like the wind, Bullseye!"
"There's Stiles and Malia!" Sara called out, pointing at them. After they reached the school the duo had been running around looking separately for the rest of the pack. Liam nodded, letting out another burst of speed. Sara jogging behind him. "I need-hf-to-work-out-more!"
Liam reached them, Malia reacting instinctively, grabbing him by the front of his shirt slamming him onto the ground. "Oh, my God." Stiles cried! Sara finally reaching them, panting. "Sara?"
Sara held up a finger, hands on her knees. "Scott-Big Claws-Crazy Guy-"
"Scott's in trouble." Liam cut in, rubbing his chest, as he peeled himself off the floor. Sara nodded, gesturing to Liam. "That's, that's quicker."
"Scott!" Sara shouted. Malia, Stiles and Liam behind her. The rain was hammering around them. Scott won his knees, the crazy talon wolf man's claws stuck deep into him. Kira and an unfamiliar werewolf on the ground. Sara raised her hand, ready to throw a blast. Stiles lunging forward, grabbing her hand pulling it down, snuffing out the purple energy.
"Don't, not yet. You'll hurt Scott." Stiles said hurriedly. Sara lowering her hand. Scott groaning in pain. Liam and Malia shifting into their werewolf forms. Kira picking up her sword, the other werewolf getting up. Sara clenching her fists, the energy still buzzing, readying to be released.
Scott slowly started to get up, grabbing the man's wrist snapping it. Sara could help but wince at sound of bone breaking. The cold reminders of hers snapping an all too painful memory.
The Talon-Wolf-Man, howled in pain, stumbling back as Scott ripped the talon claws out, tossing them onto the floor. "I don't know who you are or what you thought you were going to do, but I'll give you a choice. You can stay and I'll break something else." Scott threatened. "Or you can run."
The man turned glancing at the pack.
"I'd run." Stiles suggested. The man giving them one final glance, stumbling up, holding his injured arm, running into the night.
Scott and Kira joined the four, glancing at the new werewolf who had turned back. "I'd keep the fireball on standby." Stiles mumbled into her ear. Sara nodding slightly, clenching her fists.
The newcomer smiled at them, it was a strange smile; both comforting, but at the same time, a bit mischievous. "You don't remember me, do you?" he said, calmly. "I guess I look a little different since the fourth grade."
Scott stared at him. "Theo?" he said suddenly. Theo nodded, smiling wider. Sara could count his canines.
"You know him?" Malia asked, gesturing to him. Sara still gazing at the Theo. Theo Raeken, the boy who she sat with at the hospital many years ago. It felt like a lifetime ago.
"They used to. Trust me, I never thought I'd see you guys again. Couple of months ago, I heard of an Alpha in Beacon Hills." Theo said, he definitely looked different from when she last saw him. "When I found out his name was Scott McCall, just couldn't believe it. Not just an Alpha, but a True Alpha."
Scott licked him lips. "What do you want?"
For some reason, Sara knew this was a beginning. Not just of senior year for Scott, or school. Something bigger, darker, something mysterious and strange, something…new.
"I came back to Beacon Hills. Back home with my family. Because I want to be a part of your pack."
She didn't know how right she really was.
"No one saw him again, did they?" Aidan said, stoking Lydia's hair. "No."
"But that was the start of it, wasn't it? The beginning of senior year. What happened after that, Lydia?" he asked. Lydia sighed, staring up at him. "Oh, you're not Aiden. You're not real." she whispered.
"Tell me, Lydia." he said, his voice and face changing into someone, very familiar, Dr Valak. "Tell me what happened to them. What happened to your friends?"
"I... I don't remember." Lydia mumbled. Liam and Scott, growling and snarling at each other, clouding her vision. "It started just after you began senior year. What happened?"
"I don't remember." Melissa slapped the Sheriff, her face blank, her eyes alive with burning anger. "What happened to Kira?" Kira looked behind her getting into a car, rain pouring down, glancing behind at Scott.
"Tell me about Parrish." Parrish stared at her, his body covered in dark ash and soot, his eyes burning with flames into a light orange.
"And Malia. What happened when the Desert Wolf finally found her?" Malia was crouched in a corner of the forest, crying as a dark shadow of a person fell over her.
"Oh and Sara, do you remember what happened to poor Sara?" On her knees, tears streaming down her face, Sara screaming the fire around her beginning to engulf her in a mingle or red, blue and purple hues.
"I know you remember what happened to Stiles." Stiles lay still, his jeep upturned fire burning around him, blood sprayed across his face.
"I can't remember." Lydia whispered, glancing up at Valak. He smiled, gently stroking her hair. "That's all right, Lydia. There are other ways to get to the details." he said, pulling out a medical drill.
"This special device is designed for trepanation. The medical art of drilling into the human skull. Let me you show you how it works." he said, turning on the drill.
The sound of it whirling echoing in Lydia's ears as he bent down, and started to drill.
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