"It's you. Isn't it? The success. The first Chimera."

Smart. It had been her defining characteristic since she was a child. Sara is a very bright child. Yes, Sara is very smart, very intelligent young lady. It must have been true. It was said or written at every school meeting or report card. She didn't actually remember much about grad school, her mother and father were going though their messy divorce. Stiles mother, Claudia had passed away and the Sheriff had been struggling, so Stiles had more sleepovers with them than usual.

More often than not, she'd sit on the floor outside her Mom's room, when she needed a moment to herself to cry. She never wanted to leave her alone. Listening to the low sounds of TV coming from Scott's room where he and Stiles sat in some attempt to give him a break from the abyss of guilt.

It didn't help that the kids at school had chosen her as their latest prey at school, after one for her father's drunken incidents filtered into their ears. She felt powerless, useless, unable to help them. She never wanted to feel that way again.

One thing she did remember was, an incident in fourth grade. Some other kids asked her for help with their homework, which led to a cheating incident, all of them copied of her, turned theirs in early and threw her homework under the bus. In the end everything had been resolved and she hadn't gotten into any trouble, except Stiles berated her on being too trusting. She promised to do better.

When she came home after San Francisco, after the hunters, Elena. You would think she would have know, learned her lesson. She wished she did.

A FEW HOURS EARLIER:

"Something's changed. And I think it's because of me.
And I don't know how to fix it.
My asthma is back.

I'm not sure how, but it came back.
 Just as bad as it used to be.

So now, I keep my inhaler on me all of the time. Just like I used to."

She spent more time looking over her shoulder than anything else these days. For the Dread Doctors, for the next chimera, the next thing trying to kill them. She didn't exactly know what she was waiting for, but she knew it was bad.

She kept to herself, not really knowing what was more maddening. Bottling it all or coming clean to Scott. Telling him she was murderer, that she didn't feel remorseful, that she didn't have a choice. That she'd do again, if she had too.

She didn't know how to tell him that she dreamed of his death by her hands. That the untameable power inside her wanted to burst out of her system, like it had with Elena, with Garrett, the Berserkers in La Iglaisa, Tracy…and now Hayden. So now, she kept to herself in hopes of keeping herself in check. An illusion of control. Just like she used to.

"And it's been five days. We haven't seen any new Chimeras, and we haven't seen the Dread Doctors. We all go to school, pretending like nothing's happened. But everyone seems to know.
You just walk down the halls and no one's smiling.
 No one's laughing.
You get the feeling that everyone can sense that something's coming. They just don't know what is, or how bad it's going to be.

"So I was thinking about using the wavelength's to maybe it might-what's that?" she asked, setting down her notebook. Liam pulling the red duffel bag away, setting it on the other side of the desk. "Nothing." he said stiffly.

He didn't even look her in the eye, his gaze set across at the garbage bin, during their free period. She tried to ignore the animosity in the air, but it became thick and heavy over them, like a thundercloud. Sara cleared her throat. "I understand that maybe, keeping Hayden safe, seems difficult for us-"

Liam scoffed. Sara ignored it. "But you can at least tell me what you're planning to do, because maybe I could help-"

"Help? You? Really?" Liam snapped, the anger that had been bubbling to the surface, bubbling over. "You can't even help yourself. You're too afraid to do anything. You could have found and gotten us out that day without anyone getting hurt."

"I didn't let you out, because I didn't want to end up hurting anybody." Sara hissed. Liam shook his head. "Hurt anybody? You can't even protect yourself." Liam said, picking up the bag. "All you do is run and hide. Like a coward."

She heard the door slam. It wasn't as loud as sound of her heart snapping in her chest. She bent her head low, squeezing her eyes shut, not daring to look up. If she did, she'd may start sobbing and she couldn't-not now. Her brain tried to rationalize that it was his anger, the supermoon. Her heart…told her opposite. Liam even said that, thought that…she truly must be a coward.

Every time I feel like I should do something about it, I
 find myself reaching for my inhaler. Like, I'm going to take a hit of it and, and come up with some brilliant solution on how to save everyone.
But I don't know what to do. I don't think anyone does.

She didn't wake up screaming. Maybe because she just didn't end up sleeping. Instead she'd lie awake and read, read books on witches, werewolfs, banshees, anything and everything she could get her hands on. Something to help. Help her identify the chimeras, help her figure out what the hell was going on with Theo, what the hell the Dread Doctors were doing…something. Anything.

Maybe that's why no one's really talking to each other.
 Sometimes we don't even notice each other.
But I think some of us are okay with that.
Because not talking makes it easier to keep secrets.
And I don't know if anyone's really lying about things.
Maybe it's more like lies of omission.

"Hey," Sara said, closing her bedroom door. Scott shutting his, schoolbag already slung over his shoulder. They hadn't really spoken in a few days. There was a strange air of awkwardness between them. Like both wanted to say something, but they were too afraid to say it. Saying nothing at all seemed better.

"Hey, are you okay? You've been really quiet recently." Scott said, pulling his school bag over his shoulder. Sara 'ah-ed'. "Yeah, yeah I'm ok…" she said, scratching the back of her neck. Scott nodded. "I didn't really get to tell you, but good job, finding Liam and Hayden-"

"Oh, well I didn't really do much-" Sara mumbled. I didn't do anything at all. Scott gave her a soft smile. "Well, you and Theo make a pretty good team." Scott said lightly.

Sara bit her was like a 50% chance, Theo wasn't who he said he was and she was close to blurting it out and may possible cause him to hate her for the rest of his life. "I suppose…"

Scott shifted on his feet. ""You know, Stiles told me about the tutoring."

Her eyes widened. She completely forget to tell him. "Oh…right-um"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Scott asked, he said it like it didn't really matter, but she could feel the hurt in his voice.

"I'm sorry, I just…I didn't want you to worry, and I knew Stiles would be all weird about it. And then, with everything, I just forgot." Sara mumbled.

"No its okay," Scott said gently. I just…I want you to know, you can tell me anything. I'm here."

Theo is lying. Lying about his past. Lying about how he was turned. If he was turned. He may have killed Josh. Theo may not be the good guy. And she She kinda sorta liked him. Stiles might have killed Donovan.

She murdered Elena and a group of hunters in San Francisco. And he and eveyone else…they'll hate her. Her powers are going haywire and she didn't know what to do. She might lose control again. And she was terrified. Of the Dread Doctors, of the dream…of herself.

She didn't say anything like that.

She just nodded, pulling the strap of her bag up on her shoulder. Scott pulled her into a hug, Sara wrapping her arms around him, holding him like he may just vanish into thing air. Whatever happened to her, she could handle, but she couldn't lose him.

She couldn't lose Scott.

Maybe the worst lie is to Stilinski. Because no one's told him about Parrish yet.

Then again, no one's told Parrish either.
He doesn't seem to remember taking the bodies. And we think that he's only really dangerous if you try to get in his way. If Stilinski knew the truth, he'd definitely get in his way. So Lydia and Stiles are trying to find the bodies, which means finding the Nemeton. They're driving around, searching all of the woods. But the last time that we found this thing, three of us had almost drowned in ice water.

Perigee-syzygy. The supermoon.

It had been a common term in her books, big things, big magical things seemed to occurring during, before and after the Perigee-syzygy. I know, informative. In any case, Perigee-syzygy was a technical term for a Supermoon. Syzygy refering to a straight line between the Moon, Sun and the Earth. Apparently the syzygy, it causes a total solar eclipse or a total lunar eclipse.

From what she read, the Perigee-syzygy would likely increase everyone, everyone that is supernatural's abilities. Werewolves being the most effected. The larger moon would make them far stronger and more powerful than anything seem before if harness correctly. Which meant a power upgrade for all of them.

Even herself.

We're not the only ones looking for Chimeras...Stilinski's got everyone looking for the next target. Questioning anyone who's a genetic Chimera. Anyone who's got two sets of DNA. No one really knows what they're looking for.

She'd never stolen medical records before, but she'd done so a few days ago. Theo's medical records to be exact. She'd gone over them so many times she knew his blood type (O, universal doner) his entire history with his asthma and every other nook and cranny. But after his sister's death and the Raeken's move, there wasn't much. Asthma had stopped after he turned and he didn't seem to have any other problems.

Like Stiles had said a few weeks ago, Theo had a spotless record. He was the perfect person. Stiles and Liam were right, there was something off with Theo Raeken. She didn't know what, but something, something's just didn't add up.

Some think it's a serial killer. Some probably know it's worse. The two Chimeras that we know about, Hayden and Corey...They're both doing okay. Actually, better than okay. They're healing faster and getting stronger. They don't need our help. And I don't think they'd want it anyway. I still haven't heard from Kira.
And I'm getting more and more worried about Deaton.

I know something's coming.
 And all I can think about is how good am I going to be if I can't even breathe?

It attacked her at random. More often and more violent than ever. Where her heart couldn't stop and her breath did. The world blurred in front of her, leaving only a stabbing pain in her chest. She did her best on her own, to try and manage it, try and control and ground herself back into reality.

Malia, Scott, Stiles and Theo always found her, just before it got really bad. Like some kind of sixth sense. The Sara Trackers. But she knew they were monitoring her, her chemo-signgals, her heart rate. She only really had to be careful around Theo, she didn't want him to possibly suspect, she suspected something. Despite her suspicions, she was grateful to hold his hand.

She hadn't spoken to Liam, not in days, not since they had their argument. Mason had been distant too, though it was more due to his infatuation with Corey. Hayden and Liam were now joined at the hip too, meaning they also didn't talk as much, besides in class. To be honestly, she was happy they didn't, the fear of harming her scared her more than anything else. But, it was lonely without them.

"So, if this place is so important, how come you didn't want to show it to me before?" Parrish asked, glancing at Lydia in the passengers seat. It had been pretty weird, Lydia had nearly dragged her outside after school with Parrish waiting in his car. She didn't think she'd be very helpful finding the bodies, considering she and Stiles already tried locating them with her magic.

Not that it worked. Right now, a tin can was more useful than her unstabilized witchy abilities. At least you could chuck a tin can at one of the Dread Doctors.

"Well, the problem is it's not easy to find." Lydia said, leaning her head against her hand, looking out the window. Sara snorted. "Tell me about it."

Parrish furrowed her eyebrows glancing her in the backseat. "Should we put it in the GPS?"

"Unfortunately," Sara said, poking her head between them from her place in the passengers seat. "Its not something you can find with a GPS or magic, or metal detector, or werewolf-I-ness-"

"So, how are we going to find it?" Parrish asked. "Because I don't remember ever being anywhere near a giant tree stump."

"Giant temperamental potentially murderous tree stump," Sara added, leaning back into her seat. Lydia sat up. "I think you're already starting to remember."

"How do you know that?" Parrish said, taking a right turn, moving from the main road to a dirt one. Sara glanced out of her window. "Yeah, we're in the middle of nowhere."

"You just took a right turn." Lydia said, her eyes drifting to the sign on the road, which read DANGEROUS. Like that wasn't a given at this point.

"Muscle memory for a giant magical tree stump,." Sara said, sprawling herself in the back seat. "That's great."

After they parked and awkwardly followed Parrish around, while he wondered aimlessly, Sara wishing she'd brought her math book with her so she'd be able to finish her homework.

"Anything look familiar?" Lydia tried, after their third walk around. Sara pointed to a large tree with long wiggly looking branches. "We passed that tree a few times."

Lydia sighed, the same sorta of sigh she gave when she made a stupid mistake in her homework. Sara pursed her lips awkwardly. Lydia patted her shoulder affectionately. Parrish shook his head. "Nothing. I'm trying, but it all looks like woods to me."

"Maybe you're thinking about it too much. Maybe it's something you need to feel." Lydia theorized. Sara snapped her fingers. "Oh! I know, you should go to sleep."

Parrish frowned. "In the middle of the woods?"

Sara shrugged. "I mean, that's when you start to feel strange and have that dream, so maybe-"

Lydia suddenly launched herself forwards, aiming a punch at Parrish. He caught her hand, chuckling. "What was that for?"

"To get you to stop thinking." Lydia said, throwing another punch, Parrish dodging it easily, smiling. "Oh, is this supposed to motivate me?"

"No." Lydia said, throwing another punch, Parrish ducking, Lydia hitting him on the arm. "It's supposed to get you to stop..thinking!" she cried, kicking him in the stomach.

"I don't think it's working!" Sara chimed. Parrish stumbled backwards, falling onto the ground. Smirking, he got up, giving Lydia a come at him gesture. Lydia aimed another kick, Parrish ducking it, narrowly missing Lydia's punch to his cheek. She pushed him back, blocking his attempted jab, using her other hand to hit him hard against his chest.

Parrish stumbled backwards. Lydia continuing her unrelenting attack, aiming another kick that Parrish dodged, Parrish blocking them with ease. Lydia manged to get a hit in, kicking Parrish's block hard, making him stumbled back, throwing a punch. Parrish catching both of her arms.

"That looked pretty cool but…," Sara chirped, bounding up to them. "No tree stump." Parrish sighed, releasing Lydia's arms. "No tree stump."

Sara gasped loudly, pointing though the trees. "Look!" Parrish whipped around. Sara taking her chance, punching him in the face. Parrish smacked into the ground, face first into the leaves.

"Sara!" Lydia cried.

"What?" Sara said, shaking her hand. "I thought that was the plan, you distract him and I-" she said, imitating her swing. "You gave me a look!"

"Not a knock him out look."

Sara blinked."So I completely misread the situation?"

Lydia nodded.

"Aw man. Jordan, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Sara said, helping him up. Parrish laughed, ruffling her hair. "It's fine. Hell of a right rook." he said, touching his jaw. "How-?"

"Scott had was incredibly social awkward, had asthma and was like super tiny, before he became werewolf. Stiles's is his best friend. My dad's was known as the neighborhood drunk, my best friend has anger issues." Sara listed. "Someone had to know how to throw a decent punch in the house."

Parrish smirked, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Come on, we should-" he paused, the grip on Sara's shoulder tighten. She felt it too. A buzz of electricity, the cold hair, becoming humid and heavy. Her purple eyes flickered, starting at a tree stump, just a few feet away. A tree stump with-

"Pile of dead bodies, pile of dead bodies." Sara repeated, as they made their way back to the truck. "Pile of dead bodies, I mean, I give up with this town, why-"

"Just relax," Lydia said calmly. Sara stopped dead, looked aghast. "Relax? Oh sure, its not like my worst nightmares are coming true…oh wait, it is."

"I need to call it in." Parrish said, looking and feeling Sara's panic. "No, I need to turn myself in."

Lydia shook her head. " I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Everyone's going to die. It's just going to be us. Alone. I'm probably going to get my head torn off, by, by some-beast or something-they always go for the small ones first. It's in every horror movie-I don't even like horror movies-I'm too scared to even watch Grimm at night by myself-I mean-why-"

"Sara-

"You just told me I'm the one taking the bodies." Parrish said. "I've attacked other law enforcement officers. That's a criminal offense. I shouldn't even be near you."

"Stop it!" Lydia said shouted. Sara and Parrish stopped talking. Lydia took Sara's arm. "Everything is going to be fine." she said firmly, before glancing up to Parrish. "And I'm not afraid of you." Lydia said firmly.

"I'm not either." Sara added.

"I'm afraid of me." Parrish mumbled. That, that she could relate too. Sara patted his shoulder. "I know. Your probably not going to believe it, when we tell you, your a good guy. But, I know I can trust you. Lydia trusts you too. Even if your scared, can you trust us too?" she asked.

Parrish sighed, one of his signature sighs that he was doing this against his better judgement. "Okay. I will."

Lydia nodded. "Whatever's happening seems to only happen when there's a body. Other than that you're still a pretty nice guy. And you're a pretty good deputy." she said, taking his other arm.

"I'm a very good deputy." Parrish said. " And I'd like to stay that way. Flipping over Jeeps and attacking colleagues doesn't exactly fit with "protect and serve." I'm covering up the bodies of murder teenagers."

"I mean technically your not covering anything, you're just dumping them by a tree." Sara said. Lydia shook her head. "You're not covering them up…" she paused. "Actually, maybe you are."

"What?"

Lydia's eyes widened, nodding as she spoke. "It's the same thing we asked Stilinski to do with Tracy. You're not covering up bodies. You're covering up the supernatural."

"What's the difference?" he asked.

"Maybe you're keeping the secret safe. Maybe that's part of what you do." Lydia mused. Sara nodded. "Lydia's right, maybe your like the supernatural big scary dog that barks at everyone to keep them out."

"I'm a deputy." Parrish said dubiously. Lydia shook her head. "You're not just a deputy. And you aren't one of the bad guys."

"Lydia, you just showed me that my dream was real." Parrish cried, gesturing to the tree. "But you haven't heard the rest of it."

"Wait, what?" Sara blurted out. "Whats the rest?

It was so dark. The tress casting over her like large spiked shadows. A light glowed faintly in the distance. Sara slowly walking to it, the sticks and leaves pricking as she trended across.

The light suddenly vanished, plunging her into darkness. Sara sniffed, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up, looking down at the large shadow that cast over hers.

A growl from behind her, as a clawed hand gripping her shoulder so large it could rip it right off.

It lunged.

"Every time I carry a body to the Nemeton, I put it down and add to the ones that are already there." Parrish said slowly.

"How many?" Lydia asked. Sara feeling herself start to hyperventilate. Oh, this was not good for her anxiety.

"Hundreds, Lydia. Hundreds of them."

"Okay, I'm freaking out now."

"You'll be okay?" Lydia asked, Sara jumping out of the backseat Lydia walking her up the driveway of her house. Sara nodded. "Yeah, I just, need to check something, I'll check in with Scott and Stiles and meet you at the station," she said, unlocking the door, glancing back at Lydia. "Just make sure he doesn't do anything stupid," Sara said, their eyes drifting to Parrish in the drivers seat, leaning against his wheel.

Lydia nodded. "Got it." Sara smiled. "See you soon."

"Sara," Lydia said, grasping her arm tightly. "Be careful." she said softly, a strange faraway look in her eye. Sara patted her arm gently. "Always."

Lydia blinked, the look in her eyes vanishing, before she took a deep breath, walking back to the car. Sara waved them off, before going inside, up to her room. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing something. Something right in their faces, something…she paused, going into the kitchen, tidying up the last remains of the breakfast dishes.

Her mother had been busy at the hospital lately, a lot of long nights and early mornings, Stiles and the Sheriff haven't been coming over as much either, meaning their was just her plate of toast crumbs and Scott's egg's and toast and their mugs. Setting the dishes on the drying rack, she picked up a cloth wiping the counter, a few black crumbs of pepper falling onto the floor.

Sara got the broom scooping them up and throwing them in the bin, before she washed her hands again-could…no…maybe? The idea was ludicrous.

They would know, wouldn't they? Then again, she never had much interaction with mountain ash, and who's to say in small doses, placed in ideal spots…maybe…she ran upstairs, throwing her room door open. Where? Where would she hid something like that? Her books and ornaments usually flew around and broke from her nightmares. So, it'd have to be close, but something that didn't normally float. Her eyes drifted to her pillow. There.

She touched the pillow, sliding her hand under the pillow cover. She felt something a pouch, it was thin and she felt something leaf-like and sand-like, drawing back pulling out a green leaves. She sniffed them, feeling strangely light-headed, but that wasn't her main concern, not compared to the purple dust that coated her fingers.

No. She ran into Scott's room, checking his pillow, purple dust on her fingers. Wolfsbane. No. She moved to the side table drawer, emptying his drawers, pulling out his other inhaler. Wolfsbane. No. How? What? How?

It was a out of body experience. Every possible question was answered, any other explanation meaningless. It had been him, all along. It had been him…she couldn't.

She hadn't even registered she'd moved downstairs, hadn't even registered the door was open.

Until she saw the Mountain Ash. She felt his eyes on her, not warm, not friendly like a wolf catching onto prey, sharp and deadly.

"It's you. Isn't it?" she whispered. "The success. The first Chimera."

For a second, there was silence. For a split second; she wanted to be wrong. She wanted be wrong. Let her be wrong…please…please…She didn't hear his footsteps. They were light, soundless. She could see him, walking out of the shadows though the mirror. A familiar leather jacket, jeans and t-shirt. She shut her eyes. Theo. Of course.

"Have to admit I'm surprised. I really thought it'd be Stiles that figured it out first." Theo said, scratching his head. "And honestly," he chuckled slightly. "I thought you completely trusted me."

She sighed. "I should have known."

"Chimera?" she read, catching a glimpse of Theo's notebook on the table. "What's that?" she asked.

I should have known you were too good to be true.

"I don't see what the big deal is," she said, feeling eyes at the back of her head, turning around. Theo, who much have spotted them giving them a wave and a smile. It was a nice smile, she thought to herself.

What are you doing here?"

"I told you, came here for a pack." Theo said simply. She shook her head. "No, I mean. What are you doing here." she said gesturing to the waiting room. Theo chuckled. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Not to me."

"Returning a favour." Theo said quietly, looking up at the florescent lights. She furrowed her eyebrows. "I didn't do anything." Theo smiled, saying nothing.

I should have know you were too nice, too kind…

"Everything's fine, body's still here," Theo said. She sighed. "Oh, good…" biting her lower. Wait, why was he calling her then? "So…"

"I was actually calling to check in on you. Seems you beat me too it though." he said lightly.

"Oh, sorry." she said, scratching the back of her neck. He chuckled. "Are you alright?"

I should have know you were too easy to talk to.

She pouted, sinking back into her chair. Theo laughing at her. "Come on, it's just Biology. Would you rather me be tutoring you in Math?"

"You won't laugh?" she teased, raising an eyebrow. Theo snorted, nodding. "Promise."

She bit her lip, withdrawing her hand from the mug. "I'm…scared of the dark." she said slowly looking down at her mug. "It's stupid."

Theo blinked, shaking his head. "No, it's not."

"Nothing's gonna happen, Sara." Theo said gently. "Promise."

I should have known you were too perfect.

"What?" Theo asked, a smile still playing on his lips. He seemed quite amused that he caught her staring at him. She had to resist ducking under a table. "Nothing."

She felt Theo's hand on her shoulder, stepping in front of her, facing the Dread Doctor. Stiles's arm on hers , standing in the middle of the elevator, holding it for them to escape. "You know what, all yours big guy," Sara said, clapping Theo on the arm. "I'm just gonna pass out here really quick."

"Good job, keep going, you might not need me anymore," Theo said holding the pen out. "Well I had a good teacher," she 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.

"Sara? Hey, hey, you okay?" Theo said softly, gently cupping her cheek with his hand.

"If Liam dies, I…"

"He's not-" Theo said, glancing at her, taking her hand in his, squeezing it tightly. "He's not."

"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.

"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.

I should have known you wouldn't have liked me.

Not really.

She felt her throat close, her hand was shaking, she pull it close to her chest. She felt her eyes burn, not with power, not the tickle that told her they were purple instead of brown. But she couldn't cry. She wouldn't. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

But it hurt.

It hurt…

"My mistake." she said quietly. "I suppose putting you six feet may also be one," she said, clenching her fist. She needed the rage, the anger inside that was not her own. Come on. Anger. Please. Be anger-be furious. Be strong, please. Please.

Theo laughed. "Man, I have to say what surprised me most after coming back here, is finding that little Sara McCall is bloodthirsty."

She turned around, clenching the inhaler in her fist. "I'm not so little anymore, Theo."

He nodded, looking her up and down, smirking to himself. "You're right, your not."

It was silly. She shouldn't feel…this…aching in her soul. They weren't friends, they weren't close in any sort of way, they weren't anything…Why did it hurt? Why did she feel like her heart was being ripped from her chest? Why did it feel like empty, yet splitting? It cut deep into her skin, like Liam had just a few hours ago, except this felt like knives piercing her chest.

She looked up at him. She wished she was Liam, she wanted his anger, his rage…she just felt…used.

"Wolfsbane in the inhaler," Sara said, tossing it to him. He caught it, turning it around in his hands. Sara shook her head. "You're a coward, using that to weaken Scott." she said, watching him stiffen.

She struck a nerve, she knew she did. Sara stepped closer to him. "Guessing you were too scared to really take him on, huh? You getting someone else to do your dirty work? Or is your job, hmm?" she stepped closer. "Being the Dread Doctor's lapdog?"

Theo sighed, the flicker anger on his face vanishing. "I know what you're doing, Sara," he said, setting the inhaler onto the side table. "I know it doesn't look it." he said, his hand sliding up her neck, his thumb rubbing the edge of her jawline. "But, I'm trying to help you. I'm trying to help all of you."

She scoffed, smacking his hand away. "You're right, I'm sure you can help everyone by hurtling yourself off a bridge."

He smiled again seeming to be incredibly happy to be threatened. "I always knew you were different from Scott. I didn't really know how, but see it now. You're not afraid to get your hands dirty, your not afraid to make the hard choices." he said, dropping his hand. "You and I, Sara, we're survivors. The only difference is, you're afraid. Because you know what you're capable off, and you know it doesn't exactly fit into Scott's idea of what's right."

"Really bad idea to start this kind of speech now."

"Come on, Sara. Be honest with yourself, you've got blood on your hands probably more than anyone else, and you and I both know you're not afraid to get more."

Sara smiled. "You're right, I'm not. And I'm more than happy to spill yours."

"I know," he said softly. "But, not yet-" he said. It was so fast-she didn't even-couldn't even. The needle had already slid into her vein, darkness already pooling her in eyes. Her body going limp.

"I'm sorry to do this, Sara," he said, the room going dark. "Don't worry, I'll keep you safe."

She woke with a start, on instinct attempting to make a move. She couldn't move-she couldn't. She couldn't move. She was…where was she? The room looked mildly familiar. The tree? She was in Theo's house, room, fake room, house, she supposed. That-he chained her to a radiator. She tried to move her hand, but like the rest of her body it remained still. She was paralyzed.

"Relax." Theo said, coming inside his bedroom, holding his hands out in surrender. "You've only been out a hour," he said, bending down, moving some loose strands of hair out of her face, tucking them behind her ear. "The venom should wear off in a few hours. No one knows you're here, not even the Doctors. So, you should be safe."

"I can't move and I'm chained to a radiator." Sara said, the crushing heavy feeling making it hard for her to breath.

"Just a precaution" Theo said, closing his room window, before picking up a blanket, throwing it over her. "I'd rather not have you running around trying to kill me today, or worse tell Scott or Stiles. With the supermoon tomorrow-"

"If you even touch Scott-"

"I think you and I both know, that threat's not gonna work." Theo said shortly. "I'll come get you in a few hours." he said, standing up, picking up his TV remote, turning on the movie channel. "In case you get bored."

"I hate you." she whispered. She meant it. Theo paused at the door, giving her a smirk. "No you don't."

The late afternoon sun sank, the moon began to rise, peaking though the dark clouds. The Kamima vemon was strong, keeping her weighed down, stuck. Yet again, she was helpless, to warn them of the danger. The traitor on the inside.

Paralyzed and chained. Once again, sitting outside the door, powerless to help while her mom cried. Powerless to help when they needed her…this was her fault. She was as much a coward as Theo.

The air shifted. She felt it, the temperature drop, the lights flicker. Her eyes flickered to the door, hearing the familiar heavy metal clunk of door creaked open.

She knew what was there. The Dread Doctors.

"No! No! No! Please! No! No! No!

She slipped in-between consciousness, the heavy stomps echoing in her ears.

"Success?"

They began to blur, fuzzy black shapes, that creaked and whistled. She reached out her hand, unable to touch the other hand that lay limp next to her. Someone…who…

The electricity shot though her spine. Her body was on fire, burning from the inside out, the constant screams in her ears.

She shut her eyes. She felt one of the doctor's force her right eye open, sliding a long needle though it.

"Imminent."

She could hear the rain, it pounded though the ground, vibrating her bones. The thunder ripping though the air. The lighting-burning her-the storm-no-not lighting, not thunder, not rain.

"La Bete. La Bete. La Bete. La Bete…"

He was here.

"Success."

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