"Got the stuff?" Sara asked, not even needing the answer when Mason handed her a box of books. "Take that as a yes."
"There's another box in the car," he panted, jogging back, pulling out another box. Sara smirked. "You know, when I asked: hey got any books on witches? I didn't expect this much." she said, walking to the living room, setting down the box the carpet.
"Oh, these are only the most important ones," Mason explained, dropping the box on the floor, sitting down cross-legged next to Sara. "I figured we'd work our way down from here."
"Makes sense," Sara said, opening the first box, pulling out a large brown book with yellowing pages. "Stiles thought telluric currents may be a answer, but it occurred to me. I can't exactly fix, what I don't entirely understand."
"I though you had a handle on your powers."
"Me too," Sara mumbled, flipping though the pages. "I don't think I have much of a handle on anything anymore." she mumbled. "You weren't there, Mason…I was…useless."
She threw energy blast at it, watching it fizzling once again."Oh, come on!" she cried, the Geneticist grabbing her leg, slamming her into the wall.
"...powerless…."
Robotic hand wrapping around her throat, slamming her hard against the wall, making small cracks against the concrete. She screamed, kicking and pushing against the hand, which tightened around her throat.
"weak…"
dark spots began to form in her vision, the Geneticist helmet blurring…changing…
She could taste the metallic powder in her mouth, mingling with the blood in her mouth. The pungent stench of death hung over her like a petrol smoke. She shut her eyes.
She flinched, unconsciously rubbing her neck. "I couldn't help anybody, let alone myself against the Doctors." she said, opening a book. She couldn't even fight against Elena…she still felt the gun, cold metal pressed against her forehead. The burning hatred in her eyes.
"I never want to feel that way again."
Mason took a breath, clapping his hands together. "Then there's only one way to do this."
SaRa's LiSt oF PoWeRs
"A list? Really?" Sara said, setting the piece of paper down. Mason smiled. "Come on, it's in every superhero movie, to figure out the powers, the hero needs to try everything to see what they can and can't do. It's textbook."
Well he had a point there. "Alright, where do we start?" she asked. Mason tossed her a book. "Speed reading?"
Sara flipped thought he book, throwing it back to him. "Speed-reading, easy."
SaRa's LiSt oF PoWeRs
speed-reading
"Telekinesis," Sara said, levitating a few candles into the air above her mother's kitchen table. Mason touched the candle, Sara making it twist and turn in her air. "Awesome," he said, already scribbling it down. "But how much can you lift exactly?" Sara raised her hand slightly higher, making about ten more candles lift in the air, a few of her mother's books and trinkets lying on the cupboards and side tables.
Mason grinned. "Nice. And how heavy?"
Sara paused. "Huh, I dunno." she setting everything down gently, raising her hand towards the bookshelf, slowly lifting her hand up. "Bookshelf…ok. Not too heavy." she said, setting it down gently.
"Are you sure?" Mason asked. Sara nodded. "Yeah its alright. What do you want me to lift?"
"Your car?" Sara said dubiously. Mason folding his arms staring at the sliver car. "Yep, just be gentle." he added. Sara bit her lip, walking out onto the driveway. "You sure it's a good idea?" she said, looking up and down the street.
"Course." Mason said, in the kind of way that made her feel like he was lying to her face.
"Alright, I'll give it a go," Sara said, wigging her hand, slowly lifting them up. At first nothing happened, before the car began to wiggle slightly, slowly lifting up into the air. "Okay its moving, moving…Falling!" she said, feeling her pull falter and twist, gravity taking the reins. "Mason. Mason."
"Set it down gently!"
"I'm trying!"
SaRa's LiSt oF PoWeRs
speed-reading
Telekinesis
"Something to work on, but yeah," Mason shrugged. Sara stretched her arms. "Next?"
"Okay, you can light candles, easy enough." Mason said. Sara closed her hand, making the flames on the candles blow out. Opening her hand, the candles lighting again. Mason tapped his pen against the notebook. "What about something bigger?"
"Bigger?"
"Okay, think Prince Zuko, come on!" Mason said, ducking behind her. Sara took a breath, curling her hand into a fist, punching the air. "Nothing."
"Try again."
Sara stepped back, throwing her fists in rapid succession. "Nothing's happening." Mason poked his head out from behind her. "Again."
Sara sighed, punching the air hard again. "Nope, nothing's happening." she said, dropping her hands. "I don't get it. I totally lit a Berserker on fire once…I don't know….maybe it was a fluke…it was a full moon…" she mused to herself.
Mason walked around, inspecting the air and her for a minute, going into the kitchen, opening one of the bottom draws. "Maybe its something else," he said, holding out a blowtorch. Sara jumped back. "Woah, woah, where did you get that?! Put that away!" Sara said, edging away from him.
"It's worth a shot." Mason said, pressing the handle, a jet of blue flames blowing out the end.
"No its not, you are not lighting me on fire!" Sara snapped.
"Parrish was flame-resistant!" Mason said, checking his phone quickly before stuffing it back into his pocket. Sara scoffed. "I'm 100% sure, I'm not." she said, eyeing the blowtorch as if it were going to jump up and start throwing flames. Mason linked his lips, holding it up. "Just give it a go."
"No."
"One try."
"No."
Mason sent down the blowtorch. "Alright, how about this?" he said, digging into his pocket, pulling out a lighter. Sara glared at the lighter. "You had that, and you wanted to use a blowtorch on me?!"
Mason shrugged. Sara sighed, holding out her hand. The flame erupted, just licking her skin, before she pulled her hand back, hissing in pain.
"Not flame -resistant then." Mason said, turning off the lighting.
"Yeah, nope."
SaRa's LiSt oF PoWeRs
speed-reading
Telekinesis
Pain infliction
Pain infliction (gave Mason a small headache) not small
Elemental Control (kinda)
Healing?
Premonitions in dreams ?
Premonitions in dreams
Pyrokinesis
Siphoning
Psychometry?
Psionics
"Okay, I think that's enough testing for today." Sara said, closing the notebook, tossing it onto the couch. "What do you want to do now, hmm? We could watch a movie? Better than waiting by the-" Sara paused, watching Mason check his phone again. "Phone…" she said, playing with the ends of her jean's pockets. "You can go, you know. I'll be fine on my own."
"Wha? No, Movie? Yeah, um-" Mason said, scratching his head, shoving his phone back down into his pocket.
"Come on, someone's being trying to get your attention all night," Sara drawled, smiling. "You really helped me out. Go have some fun. I'll text you if something goes wrong. Promise."
Mason bit her lip. "You sure?" Sara hummed. Mason smiled. "I'll call you-" Mason said, already barreling out of the door, sending a quick text.
"Okay, hey, Mason," Sara called. Mason turned, sticking his head though the door. "Yeah."
"Thank you for helping me." she said gently. Mason smiled. "Anytime, bye!" he waved. Sara smiled, waving back. "Bye."
Closing the front door, she went back into the living room, picking up the books, going upstairs to her room, setting them in the corner with the notebook. Going back downstairs, she gathered the candles, opening the left living room cabinet.
"Oh." she mumbled, one falling from the box, rolling under the table. Setting the box in the cabinet, she crawled under the table, picking up the candle. Opening her hand, she lit the wick, the warm glow filling the room.
Maybe it was a moment of insanity, but she placed her finger into the flame. Not expecting a lack of burning or tears on her part. The flame danced between her fingers, weaving in and out, like her purple energy would. Leaning closer to the flame, letting it grow in her hands, the heat gently kissing her face.
Warm, comforting-
Burning. The heat was suffocating, smoke alighting her lungs. Stones and rumble crunched under her head. Lifting her head, to the smell of burning rubber, blue…she saw-
"STILES!"
"STILES!" Sara shouted, he was still, his jeep upturned, still burning. "STILES!" she yelled, running towards him, sliding on her knee, lifting his head up. He was alive. Trying to lift him up, drag him out of the wreckage. He was stuck. Blood was sprayed across his face, from the side…Theo.
"Theo!" Sara called, taking of her jacket, bunching it up, setting it under Stiles's head. "Theo!" she said, going to the other side. Sure enough, he was laying there, knocked out cold, blood running down his chin.
"Theo, Theo," Sara said, bending down, shaking him. "Hey, hey, wake up, wake up!"
His eyes shot up, grabbing her wrist. "What-?"
"Stiles." she breathed out, still yanking on his sleeve. "Help me get him out."
Theo nodded, the dazed look in his eyes vanishing, pulling himself to his feet. Sara ran to the end of the animal clinic, pulling out the fire extinguisher. Running back to Stiles, she opened the fire extinguisher, blowing it over Stiles and the jeep. Theo pulling him out of the wreckage. Sara threw the extinguisher down, holding Stiles's head.
"Stiles. Stiles." she tried, taking his hand in hers, squeezing it tightly. "Stiles!" she said, feeling the familiar burn behind her, now purple eyes. His eyes shot open, coughing harshly.
"Its okay, its okay." she mumbled, rubbing his back. "It's okay." Stiles took a few wrangled deep breathes, still coughing. "You're okay." she mumbled, not really sure if she was saying it for his benefit or her own.
"The body." Theo said, a some of his blood rolling down his chin onto his shirt. "The body's gone."
"We should get you to the hospital. You took in a lot of smoke." Theo said, setting the jeep down gently. Sara rubbed Stiles back, he'd been quiet for a long time, sitting down on the small step that lead to the animal clinic, her leather jacket over his shoulders. The blood still on his face.
"I'm fine." Stiles said, in the kind of voice that told her he was not 'fine'. Sara licked her lips, the heat from the flames still present in the air. "Theo's right, you took a bad fall too, let alone smoke. We shou-"
The jeeps radio screeched on, static echoing out. "Dispatch: Suspect in 1-8-7 is in custody and en route to station. Suspect's name is Yukimura, Kira."
"What's a 1-8-7?" Theo asked. Stiles staring at his radio. "Homicide…Should get to the Sheriff's station." he mumbled, grabbing the handle of his jeep. Sara taking him by the arm. "No, we need to get you to the hospital first."
Stiles shook her off. "Not imp-"
Sara grabbed his arm again, pulling him down her height. "We're going to the hospital, whether you going conscious or not, your choice."
"Sara-"
Waiting, was the worst part about hospitals. It was mind-numbing and all consuming. Taking up all your head space, yet leaving no thoughts of value behind. It didn't help they were on the floor where the Geneticist had appeared before her. Every time she looked, she felt as if she were being watched. Seen by them, heard by them.
Her footsteps echoed across the floor, the heavy metallic boots. She could hear the whirrs and purrs of the gears. She passed though the doctors and nurses, her blurring gloves and mask.
She covered her ears. She was dreaming this, right?
The metal boot came closer, the banging like drums. She moved from the chair, edging backwards. Closer. The boot slammed against the floor. Her lungs had closed off. The metal boot came closer.
Breathe.
She couldn't breath.
She couldn't.
The Geneticist hand that curled her neck, shoving her head against the wall. Her fingers pressing against her neck. She couldn't breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe Something grabbed her shoulders. Fight? How? Run? Breathe!
She felt the wall again, cool like glass against her back.
"Shh, shh. It's okay. It's okay." he said, his voice sounded distant, but it was there. "I think your having a panic attack-"
Yes, she was. She hadn't had one in years. Since she was child. And the scariest thing had been her father stumbling in wasted. When she ran to Scott and hid in the corner of the room near the radiator, holding him as tight as she could, listening to his heartbeat.
"Take deep breathes, right?"
She nodded, taking a deep breath, shutting her eyes.
"Okay, just hold my hand, it's alright. It's safe." he said, taking her hands in his, holding them tightly. Another was on her shoulder. She was next to the chair. She took another deep breath.
"It's okay, it's okay. It's safe. It's safe. You're safe." the hand just graced her cheek, stroking her hair gently. It was warm. It pull her into it's chest, stroking her hair. She could hear its heartbeat. It was different from Scott's, but it was comforting all the same. She took deep breathe.
She wondered if werewolves did an organ transplant if the organ just regenerated like Deadpool, or if it lost its power in an un-supernatural host. If they didn't, that would be really cool. She was sure if it did, Scott would donate and regrow his organs like mad. Made would rather be off-brand Deadpool than off-brand Scarlet Witch at this point.
She felt her heartbeat match his, the suffocating feeling slowly starting to disappear. He smelled all smoky, and sort of bloody, and at the moment he was strangely still. It reminded her of Malia. She also had moments where she went completely still, like a predator on the hunt, alert of every sudden movement. If he was a wolf, she probably would have seen his ear prick.
She slowly opened her eyes. "I'm fine." she said, releasing her breath, leaning against the wall.
"You sure? Theo asked. He still had blood on him. It had stained the front of his t-shirt a deep ruby colour.
She sighed, nodding her head. "Yeah, here," Sara said, slipping her hands out his his, searching her pockets. Theo left hand was still holding her shoulder. They were next to the waiting room chair, crouched down, between one of the chairs and the large plant, blocked away from the rest of the hospital.
Finding it at the bottom of her pocket, she pulled out a handkerchief. Theo smirked, staring at in her hands. "Why do you have that?
"Force of habit." Sara said, holding it out to him. "Take it, you got a little blood…everywhere." she said, gesturing to her own face. He took the handkerchief, taking her hand, pulling her to her feet. She gave herself a small hug. She was okay.
Theo had washed the blood off himself, using water from the water cooler, wiping his face before sheepishly handing the cloth back. She took it back, pausing. "You're bruising." she said, running her thumb gently across his chin, feeling the tender skin. "Why, why are you bruising?"
Theo smiled, lightly touching her hand. "It'll heal." he said softly.
"Yeah, but it should have already." she said, pulling his face closer to hers, turning his cheek to see the bruise better. Werewolves could heal broken bones in a matter of seconds. Cuts and bruises would vanish in less that time. So-
"What the hell did this?" she mumbled to herself. What on earth could have caused one to be bruised, enough that even after about a hour after being hit it was still there?
Logically, some other far stronger creature. Strong enough to flip a jeep, smart enough to go unseen, smart enough to not get caught, able to take on supernatural creatures easily-
"What are you thinking about?" he whispered into her ear. She glanced up at him, her cheek bumping against his. He was very close to her…she didn't notice…Her breath hitched, feeling the air almost fall to the bottom of her stomach.
His eyes were soft, little flecks of brown, almost golden in the light. Her finger had been tracing across the bruise, his skin was warm, smooth even with the light stubble at the-"Hmm?" he mumbled, leaning closer to her, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Huh?" Sara squealed, her daydreaming shattering around her, slamming her hard back into reality. "Oh, sorry," she said, letting go of his cheek. Stepping back, putting her hands into her pockets,mentally slapping herself. Don't look at him. Don't look at him. No. No. Her heart was racing and she didn't want it to. Don't go down at road. Just don't. Thank god for Stiles.
"Stiles," Sara said, quickly taking the chance to move from Theo's side. "You okay? Is he okay?" she asked Dr Dunbar, Liam's father. Dr Dunbar smiled. "He's fine, just some mild smoke inhalation, but luckily nothing else." he said, turning to Stiles. "If I may suggest getting a new car-"
"Its a jeep. And I'm not getting a new one." Stiles said shortly.
"It was sentimental value." Sara said, patting Stile's shoulder. "Come on, lets get you home. Thank you Doc."
"Anytime, Sara." Dr Dunbar said, waving her and Stiles goodbye, before going on his rounds.
"You're going to take me home?" Stiles asked.
"Theo is."Sara said shortly. God, she was never going to recover from this, this was not the time and besides she didn't even like him. That much.
"You should get some sleep." Theo said, leaning against the kitchen counter, across from her. "I don't sleep, anymore."
"Nothing's gonna happen, Sara." Theo said gently. "Promise."
"Nothing much. How was the test?" Theo asked, a smile still playing on his lips.
"Not to bad." Sara said, holding out the paper. Theo took it, chucking to himself, patting her on the back, handing the paper back to her.
"Good job, keep going, you might not need me anymore," Theo said holding the pen out. "Well I had a good teacher," Sara said, taking her pen from him. "And you of course," she added. Theo smiled. He had a nice smile
"What are you thinking about?" he whispered into her ear. She glanced up at him, her cheek bumping against his. He was very close to her, she didn't realize how close he was. "Hmm?" he mumbled, leaning closer to her, a smirk playing on his lips.
Okay. Maybe she liked him a little. Just a little bit. Like 5 out of 1000…or 100…10, no 100. Yeah.
"Sara-" Stiles started.
"What? What happened? What's wrong?" Sara said quickly, taking his arms. Stiles looked at her, looking strangely dazed and mildly disgusted at the same time. "You have a type."
Sara furrowed her eyebrows. "I'm B positive, but I'm fine…"
Stiles shook his head. "No, you have a type." he said. She blinked. "Type of what? No. No." Sara whispered-yelled, giving the hall a once over, hoping and praying Theo wasn't in earshot. "I do not!"
"Yes, you do," Stiles hissed back, looked quite maddened.
"No, I don't! I don't! Don't say that!" Sara whined, looking around frantically.
"They kinda look the same too-
"That's not, they do not-No." Sara snapped, dragging him to the elevator. "Anyway, you always talk about patterns. Two's not a pattern."
"Didn't you have a thing for P-"
"Stiles."
They'd only gotten a few hours of sleep at the Sheriff's house, when her mother and Scott had filled them in. Dead chimera had been found in her mothers house with Kira's sword sticking out her chest. Kira had been arrested and Mr Yukimura had taken the blame for the chimera's murder. They were at the station.
But that wasn't the most important problem now.
The Dread Doctors showed up at the school and took Hayden and Liam, a few hours ago. Took them. They took them. Malia, Lydia, Scott, Parrish, were, they were…Liam and Hayden. They took them. It was easy.
They took them. A place that couldn't enter and took them.
Easy. It was so easy. If they could do that…they could come anywhere. A shiver ran down her spine, unconsciously moving closer to Theo and Stiles. The wave of uneasy, bubbling into her stomach, making her feel queasy. The Geneticist hand around her neck-she shook her head. No. No. She couldn't be emotional. They didn't need that now. She couldn't. She wouldn't.
Coming in though the back entrance, due to the front behind covered in police tape, she sank to the couch, shutting her eyes. She needed to relax and focus on her breathing. Not thinking about how her friends, Hayden and Liam, who she'd known since childhood were probably going though unspeakable torture.
"Hey," Malia said, coming down the steps, gently touching her shoulder. "You okay? Your heart rates-"
"Fine. Where's Scott?" Sara said shortly, sitting up. Malia was still in the clothes from yesterday. The early sun just touching the furniture. "At the station, he's checking up on Kira. Lydia and Mason are upstairs, their with Corey."
"Corey?" Stiles asked.
"One of Mason's friends." Sara said. "Why?"
Malia folded her arms. "They think he's one of the chimeras."
Sara smirked. "That tracks, they do have a thing for highschool kids."
The door opened, Scott slamming it shut. Sara got up, standing between Theo and Stiles. Scott setting his helmet down on the table. He was strangely stiff, and oddly chilling. Not in the fearful sense, but she could feel his power, she could feel the Alpha, the werewolf in Scott.
"Hey, is Kira okay?" Stiles asked. Scott bypassed him silently. Stiles froze, looking after him. "Scott?" Theo said. Scott moving past him without look, going upstairs. Sara ran after him. "Scott? What you doing? Scott?"
Scott walked into his room, Corey sitting on his bed, with a book on his lap, Mason and Lydia talking to him. "He's right. We don't have time for that anyway." Scott said, advancing on Corey.
"No, Scott, don't!" Lydia cried. Sara gasped. Scott's claw deep into Corey's neck. "What is he-?"
Lydia grabbed her arm. "Don't get too close." she said, the other trooping up, standing at the doorway.
"What is he doing?" Theo asked. Lydia pursed her lips. If disapproval had a face, it was that. "Tapping into Corey's memories. It's usually something only Alphas do." Theo edged closer, a strange glint in his eyes, different from what he normally looked like. "Is it as dangerous as it looks?"
"Probably more." Stiles said, like everyone else, their eyes locked between Scott and Corey.
"Does anyone know if it's working? Mason asked.
"Looks painful enough." Sara said. Mason giving her a mildly panicked look. "Sorry," she mumbled. After a few more minutes of silence, Scott yelped, tumbling backwards, Stiles and Theo catching him, pulling him the side of the room. Mason and Lydia doing the same for Corey.
"Is he okay?" Scott breathed out. Sara taking Scott's shoulder, helping him leaning against the drawers. "Are you okay?"
"Is he okay?" Scott repeated. Sara glanced behind at Corey, who was feeling behind his neck. "Yeah, he's fine."
"What the hell did you do to me?" Corey yelped, grabbing the back of his neck in pain. Sara rubbed Scott's back. "See? Fine."
"You'll be all right." Scott mumbled, holding tightly on her arm, taking a few deep breathes. Letting go of her arm, pushing her away looking around frantically for something on the drawer.
"There's blood." Corey whined.
"You'll heal." Scott said shortly, rummaging around mindlessly, knocking things onto the floor.
"Scott…" Stiles started.
"He'll be fine!" Scott said loudly, everybody falling silent. Scott went back to looking for something on his desk.
Sara gently touching his shoulder. "Scott, Scott," she said softly, pulling his attention back to her. "What are you looking for?" she asked slowly.
Scott made a writing notion, Sara instantly grabbing a notepad from his cupboard. Scott snatching the notepad in her hand, scribbling something down. "Listen..I think it worked. I saw something. There were tunnels. Pipes along the walls. There were these huge blue pipes at the entrance. Two on both sides." he said, showing Stiles and Lydia the crude drawing.
"Wait a second I know this. I've seen this before. That's one of the tunnels I used to skateboard in." Stiles said. "Remember my dad caught me one time and told me to never go back?"
It's the water treatment plant." Lydia said instantly.
That's where they are." Scott said, staring at the drawing. "That's where we'll find Liam and Hayden." he said, throwing the pad onto the bed, racing downstairs. Stiles, Malia, Mason on his heels.
Sara picking up the notepad, biting her lip. Water-treatment plant… "Hmm." she hummed, jogging down the stairs, Theo, Lydia and Corey behind.
"Scott...Scott," Stiles said, following him. "Slow down. Just think for a second, okay? Mason shouldn't be going." Stiles added. Mason flew to Scott's side."Liam's my best friend. I'm going." Mason said firmly. Stiles scoffed. "Oh, did you suddenly get super wolf powers? I wasn't aware of that development."
"Well, if you're not going, I could use the help." Scott said. Stiles shook his head. "No, I'm coming just as soon as I talk to my dad. They're moving the body and he wants to make sure that this time no one steals it."
"How's he gonna do that?" Malia asked.
"I don't know. But whoever took the last one was strong enough to flip my Jeep." Stiles said.
"Meaning it has to be something supernatural taking them." Sara added. Malia pointed at Theo. "We can bring Theo."
Theo sighed, glancing at her before behind him. "Maybe I better stay here. You know, in case the Doctors decide to make a house call for Corey."
"Scott, Stiles is right." Lydia said slowly. "We need to slow down and think."
"I am thinking…" Scott said worriedly. "About how Liam and Hayden could already be dead."
"You could've hurt him, Scott." Lydia snapped. "Really hurt him." she said. Scott sighed. "I have to find Liam." he said, already out the door. Sara sighed.
"Hey, text me. For anything." Stiles said to Malia. Malia nodded. "I got it."
"Anything at all. Okay?" Stiles added, but they were already gone. Sara smiled awkwardly at Corey. "Would you like some tea?"
It'd been about a hour. It felt like a month. "Sara?"
"Hmm?" Sara said, throwing her rubber ball in the air. Lydia caught the ball, sitting down next to her, cupping the mug of coffee in her hands. "What's is it?"
"Something's bugging me." Sara said, Lydia tossing her the ball, Sara throwing it up again. Lydia sipped her tea. "What?"
Sara caught the ball. "Water treatment plant, the currents…something doesn't really make sense…I mean how did they get into the school-unless…" she paused. No, no, could it really-?
"What?" Theo asked, leaning over the couch.
"Wait a second," she said, going upstairs. Digging though the hundreds of books, Mason and brought her and the map of telluric current, she went back downstairs, sprawling the map and book onto the table.
"Yesterday, Mason and Stiles, were talking about telluric currents. We guessed that the reason my powers don't work on them, because I draw power from the supernatural, which vibrates on a different frequency. The Doctors have electromanginc powers, right? So, the reason they don't work at times, is because of the high concentration of telluric currents which disrupt the electromagnetic pulses." Sara said, opening a marker, circling Eichen House, the school and a few other places. "The doctors couldn't enter Eichen house without Kira disrupting current. So, how did they get Liam and Hayden?"
"By vibrating on a different frequency. Obviously," Sara said to herself. Theo nodded. "Okay, what's that have to do with Liam and Hayden?" he asked.
Sara pointed the water treatment plant on the map. "The water plant has telluric current's. Not as high as the school, but stronger compared to here and here for example." she said pointing out the places.
"If the Doctors have a lab, they need to be in a place where they are able to maintain their frequency. Somewhere that doesn't have a massive convergence of telluric currents, but-"
Lydia pointed on the map. "There's a blind spot."
Sara glanced down. "Which means, the tunnels that Scott saw, may be between here and here." she said, drawing a long mildly disfigured rectangle. "Thus this surrounding area." she said, drawing a larger circle. "Just need to narrow it down…" she said, tilting her head towards Corey; who was pretending that he wasn't listening.
"What?" he said. Sara closed her marker. "Don't play dumb, your already in a terrible situation, you might as well help us out." she said hopefully. Corey scoffed.
"Come on, Corey, help us out, please." Sara sang softly to herself, resisting every urge to smack him across the face, channeling all her aggression into squeezing the life out of the pillow in her hand. She thought she was a fairly patient person, but after half an hour of trying to nicely convince Corey, she was leaning towards impaling him with a sword in her mother's kitchen.
Lydia rubbing the back of his neck with a swab. Corey staring into space, not meeting anyone eye. "It healed, didn't it?"
"Yeah. Completely." Theo said. Sara glaring knives and daggers at him. Corey got up. "Okay, then. It's been fun. Especially the part where a werewolf forced his way into my brain with his claws." he said.
Sara flicking her wrist, the door locking itself. Corey whipped around. "You can't keep me here!"
"Can't I?" Sara said, leaning on the table. Lydia gave her a look. Sara folded her arms, leaning backwards. "You wanna get your head cut off, it's your problem. Don't say we didn't warn you."
"Wha-?"
"Sara's right," Theo interjected. "I don't think leaving is such a good idea, Corey. You know, Lydia's a Banshee. It means she can tell when someone's close to death. Lydia, what happens if he walks out that door?"
"It's bad." Lydia said, not sounding very convincing. "Very bad." Corey scoffed. "I'll take my chances."
Sara sighed, swinging the pillow, back and forth. "Where is Stiles bat, when you need it…" Sara mumbled. She was sure she could knock him out with this though, if she just added enough force-
"Then give us a better chance at finding our friends. What else did you see? Come on, Corey, there had to be something else." Theo said. Corey gripped the door handle tightly. "There was the hospital and...they took me outta my room."
"And then where?" Lydia asked. Corey sighed. "The tunnels. Like I already told you. That's it."
"Yeah, nothing after that?" Theo said doubtfully.
"No." Corey said firmly. Theo edged closer to him, Lydia flanking his side. " Well, there has to be more. Think. Corey, for one minute, just... just think."
"Yeah, what do you want huh?" Sara said. "Incense, diffuser, candles, something to light up your ass and give you a sense of urgency?" Corey scoffed, rolling his eyes, making head way for the door.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Sara amended, raising her hands in surrender. "Look, I know this doesn't really matter to you, but-these are our friends, and all the time we're wasting here. They could suffering as much as you have. Please if you can try and remember something, anything that might us find them…and we'll leave you alone."
Corey shifted uncomfortably. "There was a basement."
Lydia's eyes snapped to Corey's. "Where? Like, in a building?"
Corey nodded. "A was old, covered in dust and…There was a broken stone wall with a large hole in it. Like a bomb went off."
"Wait, what?" Sara said, getting up, going to her map. Theo glanced at Lydia. "Lydia, the werewolf with the talons...The one who attacked Scott. Didn't Parrish say that he smashed through the wall of a basement? Wasn't it something like that?"
"No. It was exactly that." Lydia said. Sara jogging to her map. Sure enough, it was in her estimated area of where the Doctor's were hiding.
"2218 Astoria Lane." Sara said, tossing Theo his car keys. "Let's go."
"You alright? You're quieter than normal." Theo said, glancing at her from the corner of his eyes. Sara shifted in her seat. "My friends are likely behind tortured in unspeakable manners, so, not really in a talkative mood." she said quietly, watching the houses and the tress pass them. Theo leaned back in his seat. "Might make you feel better."
Sara paused, considering it. "Yeah, no."
Theo sighed. "Okay," he said, a the car filling with silence, besides the hum of the engine. "I heard you thinking about trying out for soccer again?"
Sara looked up. "Where did you hear that?" She hadn't even told Scott or Liam yet, the only person she told had been-
"Mason told me."
"Mason talked to you?" Sara said skeptically.
"Well, I heard him talk about it." he said sheepishly. Sara smirked."You know, it's rude to eavesdrop, Theo." she teased. "I figured it might be nice to play again."
Theo shifted in his seat, his left hand on the wheel. "Yeah, you know, I remember you in our Little League. You were pretty competitive."
"I was not…" Sara said. Theo raised his eyebrow cheekily. "Didn't you make some kid cry?"
"Okay, I didn't make him cry." Sara scoffed. Theo raised his eyebrows. Sara crossed her arms. "Technically. It wasn't may fault he couldn't pass the ball- I mean, that's literally what the games about-"
Theo chuckled, turning his attention back to the road. She bit her lower lip, forcing herself to looked out the window, rather than him. Clever. Distracting her with something as trivial as that. Though she couldn't help, but wonder how he remember all that after so many years. They didn't even know each other then…
"You and Liam were friends before then even, right?" Theo said, seeming to know the answer already. "How'd that happen?
"Yeah." she said, tucking some hair behind. "Since, what…before first grade? There was this, daycare that I went to. Liam went to the same one. Couple kids were picking on me for a few weeks, I was the smallest, so…I never told anyone, my mom and dad were having their issues and I didn't want to bother them or Scott and Stiles."
She smiled. "His first day there, Liam saw them picking on me and ducked a container of fish food on their heads. And then the fishbowl, with the fish."
Theo laughed. Sara giggling. "We got kicked out after that. I didn't see him for a while, until we went to school. No-one sat next to him. So I did. We've been friends since then." she mumbled, her face falling. "If Liam dies, I…"
"He's not-" Theo said, glancing at her, taking her hand in his, squeezing it tightly. "He's not."
She nodded, strangely feeling rather odd the longer he held her hand. "Oh, its right there," Sara said, pointing to the old building. Theo pulled into the driveway, the two getting out.
It was sort of what you could expect a depleted house and building next to it to look like; old, smelly, creepy. "Looks cosy," Theo said.
Sara snorted, shutting the door, already going up the drive. "Okay, lets head around back-"
Theo grabbing her arm suddenly, pulling her behind him. Sara stumbled slightly, Theo still holding tightly onto her arm.
"What are doing?"
"Maybe I should go first," Theo said, looking at the house. "Just in case."
Sara opened her mouth to argue, shutting it reluctantly. "Yeah, fine."
Theo nodded. "Stay behind me." he said, jogging around the back. Sara strolling behind him.
"Liam? Hayden?" Theo called.
"Theo, wait... Don't!" Liam shouted. Sara running inside, jumping back, narrowly avoiding Theo, who'd been thrown from a large electric fence, knocked out cold.
"Well, that's just great." she said, bending down, checking his pulse. "He's fine. Liam! Hayden! You guys alright?"
"Sara," Liam breathed out, edging towards the gate. She pulled off her jacket, bunching it into a pillow, gently placing it under Theo's head. "Hey," Sara mumbled, standing near the gate, making sure not to touch it. "You alright?"
"Could be better," Liam said, smiling tiredly. Sara grinned back, calling out to Hayden. "Hayden! You okay?" Hayden grimaced, but nodded, holding onto her side. Sara let out a sigh of relief.
"Think you can blast or something?" Liam suggested. Sara licked her lips. "I could try," she said, stepping back from the gate, lifting her hands, feeling the surge of energy on the tips of her fingers. Her purple eyes drifted to the gate, falling on Hayden.
Kill it. Kill it now. Her hands moved on their own accorded, slicing though the air. Like a knife cutting though butter, it slide down her body-
"No." she mumbled, dropping her hands. "No. I don't want to hurt you." Sara said, looking around the empty room. "Maybe there's a off switch, or a plug or-There's Theo." she said, gesturing to him. "I have Theo."
She bend down, shaking him hard. "Theo. Theo. Theo!" she hissed, taking his hand in hers, squeezing it tightly, feeling the familiar burn-
It was faint. She wouldn't have noticed it. Wouldn't have felt it. It was faint, but it was there, the same uncomfortable, wrong feeling. The same twisting in her gut, when she was near Lucas at Sinema and Tracy. The same burn and painful feeling. The same angry power that insisted upon killing them. Killing the chimeras.
Kill it. Kill it now.
She jumped back, his hand slipping out of hers. Theo slowly getting up, holding his head. Her hands were shaking. Kill it. Kill it now. But Theo…
Theo wasn't a chimera. Theo was werewolf. Theo got bitten in a swimming pull doing handplants…"Sara? Hey, hey, you okay?" Theo said softly, gently cupping her cheek with his hand. She blinked, nodding. "Yeah." she mumbled.
"Theo, you all right?" Liam called out. Theo's hand gently let go of her cheek, holding his head. "Yeah." he grunted. "Yeah, I'm fine." he said, getting up.
"You think you can get help?" Liam asked, glancing at Sara, who was still sitting on the floor, looking more dazed than helpful. Theo followed his gaze. She could their eyes on her, but she couldn't bring herself to meet them.
If Theo..if…that meant…if…but…
"I am the help." Theo said, grabbing either side of the fence. The electricity shot though them. Sara shutting her eyes, covering her ears from the sound of the voltage and his yells before the fence slammed on either end.
It didn't make any sense.
She slowly lifted her head, watching Theo walk inside, helping Liam and Hayden. She got up, helping supporting Liam, not trusting herself to touch Hayden as yet.
If he was a chimera, why was he helping them?
The drive back was quiet, besides Liam and Hayden having a hushed conversation in the backseat of Theo's car. Sara stared straight ahead at he road, her mind going a mile a minute.
More than one explanation. Right? Her powers could be going even more haywire than they already were…Theo could be a chimera, maybe, the doctors were looking for him…maybe, maybe….
She glanced at him. Theo, who'd been smiling to himself as Liam and Hayden kissed in the backseat. His eyes flickered to her, he gave a her a soft smile. Sara pulled on a smile, unable to ignore the twisting feeling in her gut, suddenly feeling rather guilty..
Theo…how could she think he would harm them? Theo…who she'd sat with the day Lydia nearly died…Theo who saved Scott's life…Theo saved Stiles life…Theo saved Malia, Lydia, Liam, Hayden…Theo who she owned her life too.
It felt like a age when they finally reached home. Lydia worriedly checking if they were okay, Kira who had come back home fussing over them. They'd been gone hours. Scott wasn't home yet. Her eyes drifted to Hayden. She needed to know. She needed to check.
"Hey, Hayden," Sara mumbled, sitting down on the couch. Hayden lifting her head off the couch. "Could I try something?" she asked, holding out her hand. Hayden nodded tiredly, taking it. Enclosing her hand over Hayden's, she shut her eyes, focusing hard on healing, waking.
She felt it again, a block. Wrong. Wrong. Kill.
Sara let go of Hayden's hand. "Sorry," she mumbled, suddenly feeling rather odd. Cold. Despite sitting right next to Hayden she felt miles away from her. Miles away from herself. Hayden furrowed her eyebrow. "You okay?"
Sara nodded. "Yeah, fine. Get some rest okay?" she said, getting up, letting Liam take her place next to Hayden's side.
Sitting down on her armchair, Sara's eyes drifting to Theo. He did help Scott that night though. He can't be that bad." she said, tucking some hair behind her ear.
She gazing at Theo, who pulled Scott in a hug.
"Unless he's trying to trick us, lure us into a false sense of security."
Scott slowly hugged him back, his arms tightening around him. He looked so…broken…lost…they all did…everyone. A distance, had somehow grown over them, between Kira and Scott, between Malia and them…between Scott and Stiles…even Liam…there was been a change when he returned with Hayden…she'd changed too…
They were in the same room, yet everyone seemed miles away from one another. Fractured. Theo's eyes met hers.
They were not warm, like when he looked at her during their study sessions, when his hand stayed on hers just a little longer than needed. They weren't understanding or kind; like when he wedged himself between her and the hospital, holding onto her, whispering quiet reassurances, when she felt like she was dying.
They weren't desperate; like hers when she held onto his hand, terrified at the thought of her best friends dying. Or filled with relief...when he'd saved her, again and again. The kind of feeling that felt reserved for others, but felt…different when she was with him…
They were just cold. Cold and dark, like that night almost seven years ago. The coldest night of the year. She'd seen those eyes before, just for a second when she was just a child, and he was just Theo Raeken. The son of a family struck with tragedy.
"But, you might be right, Stiles. There's definitely something to strange about him." she said, Stiles grinning.
"No, no, no. I said strange, not evil."
She had a really bad feeling she'd been wrong about Theo Raeken all along.