"I can go with you." Eli spoke as him and Malia got to the hospital. She let his waist go, getting off the skateboard they road here on. Stiles got extremely hurt and Malia had began to worry, causing the two to leave the house early that morning.

"It'll be fine." Malia shrugged, turning his way. "You can wait though and I'll go with you."

"It's just Lydia, she isn't my girlfriend that i'm currently fighting with." Eli made the minor joke, Malia only rose her eyebrows his way. "Sorry, that really wasn't funny."

Then she gave a grin. "Thanks for driving me."

"Call me when you want me to come get you." Eli nodded, flashing her a side smirk before kicking off the concrete, riding away, going faster now that he didn't have to worry about hurting Malia.

The sheriff had let Eli back to his office, opening the door quietly. When the boy walked in, he looked at Lydia. She was leaned against the wall, sitting down and asleep. It had been clear she'd been here all night. Eli considered letting her sleep a little bit longer but knew that him waking her up would be better then Parrish and the Sheriff doing it.

He crouched down slightly to be on her level, one hand placed on her shoulder with a gentle shake. "Lydia."

Her eyes fluttered, waking up. Eli sighed in relief that she didn't wake with a jult and knock him in the face in fright. She frowned her eyebrows slightly before realizing where'd been and who was infront of her. "What happened to your head?"

Eli remembered seeing the bruise on his forehead this morning. "Head butt some guy in the face. I heard what happened. Are you okay?"

He sat down next to her, blocking the sun from the window when she squinted. "Extremely confused."

Eli nodded. "Understandable. I brought you some clothes. Your mom is way to trusting to hand a bag full of clothes for her daughter to person she met once."

Lydia almost laughed as she took them. "What are you doing here?"

"Malia is with Stiles so I figured you'd probably be alone. And it beats helping the happy couple with my enemies pack." Eli nodded his head, remember talking to Scott on the phone this morning and he said he was helping Brett out, giving her the bag. "Moral support."

Lydia cracked a grin before her face fell. "Then there's a lot you need to know."

Eli nodded his head, waiting for her to go on. "Meredith faked her death."

"I think i'm getting an idea of how all this happened." Lydia spoke as she walked around Meredith slightly, the girl sat in the chair while Eli leaned against the desk. "You used Brunski, right? You knew he killed people and that he would do it again."

Eli sat up better as he watched Lydia take a seat next to her. "He used my grandmothers code for the dead pool. He put it online. He took the money from the Hale Vault, then turned the bearer bonds into cash. He made the payments. Was it Brunski's idea to fake your death? Did he get nervous because you helped us with one of the cipher keys?"

"I wanted to help." Meredith nodded her head. The sheriff and Parish shared a look.

Lydia sighed. "All you ever wanted to do was help. Is that why you're here? I know you wouldn't want to be here if you didn't want to talk."

Meredith hesitated. "I do. But only to one person."

"Who?" Lydia asked.

"Peter." she said back, zombie like. Lydia looked to Eli quickly as he pulled a nervous look. "Peter Hale."

"Who is this kid and why is he looked at me like that?" Peter asked when he saw the very, very, brutal death glares Eli was giving him.

"Non of your business." Eli snapped at him quickly, the sheriff looking at Lydia in questioning. "I hope you know we don't want you here. We just need you."

Peter looked over at Lydia in disbelief before back at Eli. "What? Have I hurt someone you know? You'll have to be specific so I can lower the list down."

"Doesn't matter." Eli crossed his arms. "Just do what Lydia ask so you can leave."

Lydia rose an eyebrow at the new side of him before explained to Peter about Meredith. Peter looked through the one sided glass. "Her? That's the girl that stole my money?"

"That girl is a Banshee." Lydia rolled her eyes in annoyance with him. "They're more dangerous then you think."

"Oh, I think that girls pilot light went out a long time ago." Peter commented as he stared at the zombie like girl in the room.

"Clearly not before robbing you." Eli leaned against the glass with a sarcastic smile his way. "Unless that's abnormally easy to do."

Peter looked at him in disbelief again. "Does anyone want to tell me who this kid is?"

"Non of your business." Lydia quoted Eli.

Peter exhaled. "Sheriff, not to question the unquestionably sterling reputation of your department, but are you absolutely sure you got the one?"

"How about you just go in there and see what she has to say?" The Sheriff spoke calmly, but you didn't have to be a werewolf to hear the pure venom and annoyance in his words.

The three watched as Peter sat before Meredith on the other side of the glass, Parrish in the corner, asking her where his money was. Eli frowned his eyebrows when Meredith reached over and placed her hand on Peters face. It took a second but he grasped her wrist tightly, Perrish demanding him to let her go. Peter looked down. "Why did you do that?"

"They're all gone." Meredith said back with wide eyes.

"Oh my god." Lydia spoke up in realization. "They have met before."

"The burns." Meredith continued on, Peters body stiffening. "They're all gone."

"Meredith, you put everyone, including my nephew and my daughter, on a death list." Peter spoke after a second.

"Had no idea he cared so much about Malia." Peter said with an eyeroll, clearly in pure sarcasm.

"Don't you think you owe us the slightly explanation of why?" Peter rose his voice in her direction.

Meredith leaned forward some. "You said it had to be kept secret."

Peter almost laughed. "I said? I said that to you? Allow me to remind you, yet again, we have never met. Ever."

"God, he's such a liar." Eli spoke loudly as he waved one of his hands around.

"What is he doing?" Lydia asked in disbelief.

"You don't remember?" Meredith gapped his way.

"No. But maybe you do." Peter spoke quickly as he rose to his feet.

"No, don't!" Lydia yelled, hitting the glass. Parrish went to jump away, but Peter threw him aside. Eli's jaw fell when Peter grabbed Meredith by the neck, pushing his claws into the back of her neck as she cried out.

The sheriff pulled his gun as he kicked the door in, Parrish already having his drawn. Lydia followed quickly. "Don't!"

"Lydia!" Eli called as he followed after her quickly.

"Don't touch them!" Lydia yelled as she stood infront of Peter and Meredith, who both seemed to be in a trance. Eli grasped hold of Lydia's wrist, pulling back so she'd been out of the line fire of the two drawn guns, pointed at Peter.

"If you break the bond it could kill them both." Lydia spoke quickly from where Eli had a hold on her.

"What are we suppose to do?" the sheriff asked her.

Lydia looked back and forth between the pair. "I, ugh, I don't know."

Eli looked over at Peter as the pair lowered their guns, causing him to let Lydia go. "What the hell even is that?"

Meredith then gave a gasp, eyes slowly opening before going completely wide. She began to mumbled under her breath. Lydia shared a look with Eli before beginning to approaching slowly. He took his chances on going with her.

"She's saying something." The Sheriff confirmed.

"Can you understand that?" Parrish asked Lydia.

The strawberry blonde stared. "I can. I can hear perfectly. She was in the hospital. The same hospital."

"Same as who?" Parrish asked.

"The burns." Eli spoke in realization, his dark eyes growing larger.

"Peter." Lydia confirmed. "It was right after the fire. Meredith could hear him."

"Hear what?" Stilinki asked her in confusion.

"Everything. She was hearing every thought in his head, like they'd somehow found the same wavelength. And now everything going though his mind was also going right into hers." Lydia spoke in astonishing words, Eli watched her talk before looking back to Meredith in pity.

"Poor thing." he commented.

"For how long?" Parrish asked in shock.

"Weeks. Maybe even months." she listed on. "It was almost like he was standing right over her bed talking about the fire. About getting revenge."

Moments passed before Peter yanked his claws free, Meredith slumming back in her chair. Parrish was quick to catch her before she fell. Peter had fallen to the ground, looking up at them. Eli liked seeing him so weak, so helpless for just a second. He thought about everything Malia said, everything Scott said he'd done, what he did to Lydia a few years ago, about poor Meredith.

The bottom of Eli's shoe collided with Peters face.

Lydia grabbed his arm and pulled him backwards when the Sheriff rose his gun toward Peter, who gave a minor groan of pain at the harsh action Eli gave. "It was your idea and you don't even remember."

"Because he's an asshole." Eli glared. "And pathetic."

"Are you kidding me?" Peter asked when the gun was pushed into his forehead.

"Hands where I can see them." The Sheriff said confidently.

"How the hell was I suppose to remember any of that?" Peter tried to defend himself.

"The average person usually remembers thinking about getting violent revenge." Eli glared at him in disbelief. "But you probably just didn't care to remember, right? You don't care about a lot of things."

"Who the hell is this kid?" Peter yelled, repeating himself yet again.

"She got it from you." Lydia glared as he rose to his feet.

Peter breathed shaky with the gun to his chest. "I was out of my mind. Do you know what it's like for one of us to be in a coma? Paralyzed but cognizant? You try not going crazy."

"She was listening to you." Parrish spoke.

"She was listening to the ranting and raving of a lunatic." Peter exclaimed loudly and with ragged breaths.

Eli hummed. "Well, i'm glad we can all agree on something."

"A formal lunatic. I'm much healthier now." Peter corrected himself quickly.

Eli clicked his tongue. "Would you look at that? Right back to disagreeing in a matter of seconds."

Peter gave another insane look his way, Lydia throwing a arm across Eli as a way of threatening Peter. He looked to the sheriff. "I had nothing to do with this."

"If she was following your lead on this, then how do we know there isn't more?" he questioned with risen brows.

"Stealing my own money?" Peter asked in disbelief and a hint of comical in his tone. "Really?"

"You were gonna use it anyway." The Sheriff went on.

"Stop." Lydia mumbled. "Stop it. This is what she wants. It's why she's here."

Peter gave an agreeable look.

"Look around, Sheriff. There's three people in here right now. Three people still on the dead pool!" Lydia rose her voice as her thoughts hit her all at once. "Me, Parrish, and Meredith."

"But not him." Parrish stared at Peter.

"Lydia's right." Peter agreed. "We don't want to kill each other."

"That's still up for debate." Eli shrugged.

"The only person i'm pointing a gun at is you." The Sheriff went on with his words, gun aimed toward Peter.

"Then you better make it a perfect shot, Sheriff, because I don't go down easy." Peter gave an arrogant grin their way.

"Figures. You seem like the selfish type." Eli spoke honestly, despite being one of the few in the room that understood what he meant.

"I'm willing to bet that a bullet between the eyes doesn't heal real fast." he cocked the gun and walked closer toward him. "Not even for your kind."

"Stop." Lydia spoke up again. "Please, stop."

"This departments getting more corrupted by the second." Peter stated over at the sheriff, seemingly unbothered by the gun to his head. "What are you gonna charge me with, Sheriff? How are you going to explain this to a judge? Telepathic girl overhears thoughts of comatose werewolf and decides to enact his plans for retribution? Humm. They're gonna be pointing a gun at your head and asking you to go quietly."

"Let him go." Lydia spoke up again. "You have to let him go."

"I'd take the word of a Banshee, Sheriff." Peter went on in agreement. "I leave. No triggers pulled. No blood shed. Except a foot to the face, but i'll even let that one slide and not touch the kid. I kinda like him."

It took everything the sheriff had to pull the gun away from Peter, exhaling with a hard glare as he did so. Peter went toward the door immediately before he spoke up again. "That's twice, Peter. There's not gonna be a third."

"No! It's not finished!" Meredith cried out as she tried to go after Peter, Parrish holding her back quickly. "No, it's not finished! No, it's not done!"

Lydia looked over at Eli when they entered the office together, she rose her eyebrows. Eli pulled a questionable look. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"What was that back there?" Lydia spoke up, crossing her arms. "Maybe we should be making sure no one's gone into your head and made you a completely different person."

Eli had to laugh, leaning on the desk again with a shrug of his shoulders. "I just can't stand him after everything Scott and Malia told me. And seeing him, in person, I don't know, it just messed with my head."

"Make you feel better?" Lydia cracked a grin his way.

"Most definitely." Eli nodded with an inhale. "My foot definitely is bruised up though. I've never in my life kicked anyone in the face."

"Matches your head." Lydia gave an amusing point. "Thank you for having my back in there."

Eli shrugged with a shake of his head. "You could have handled it just as good without me."

Lydia looked down as her phone rang. "It's Stiles."

Eli followed to stand behind her, the pair looking down at her phone as Malia and Stiles' faces took over the screen. "We have to show you- well, okay, both of you, something."

Stiles flipped the phone around, showing a torn down wall with different spinning systems along the inside. "You see it? There's gotta be a way to turn it off, right?"

"I don't know." Lydia spoke as she looked at her phone. "I don't know anything about computers from the 1970s."

"Tell Malia to smash it." Eli suggested.

"Thank you!" Malia called from behind the phone, her face not in view. "That's what I said."

"It could mess everything up though and might not even work." Stiles exhaled and explained all at once.

"Okay, where's the monitor?" Lydia asked them.

"Lydia, there is no monitor." Stiles spoke quickly. "There-there are buttons, knobs, spindles, no monitor."

He nearly dropped his phone for a second. Lydia quickly jumped in. "Wait, turn the phone back. Point it at the carpet."

"The what?" Stiles asked.

"The carpet!" Eli spoke louder to him.

Stiles turned the phone back around, Lydia brought her phone closer to her face as she stared down at it. "Where's the stain? There should be red blotches, a wine stain."

"There's nothing." Stiles shook his head, Malias face coming into the phone frame.

"But that doesn't make sense." Lydia confirmed, looking back toward Eli. "I gave the $500 I was suppose to use to hire cleaners to Brunski. "

"Lydia, what the hell does wine have to do with anything?" Stiles speaking up again made the pair look down at the phone screen.

"Red wine doesn't just disappear." Lydia said back in annoyance. "Unless it wasn't wine."

"Wasn't wine?" Eli looked at her in questioning. "Fruit punch stains just as bad."

"Eli, no." Lydia rolled her eyes.

"What do you mean?" Stiles asked her quickly.

"The ashes weren't ashes. The study isn't a study." she began to list on as she looked back and forth from the screen to Eli. "The record player isn't a record player. So..so maybe the wine wasn't wine."

"It was old, like it had been there a long time." Eli nodded as he looked at her. "Easily could have been something from your grandmother. Something that she was using to disguise as wine."

"Stiles, you have to find the wine." Lydia demanded quickly down to the screen. "Find the bottle. There could be something about it."

"What kind? What's it called?" Stiles asked quickly.

"It's a 1982 Cotes du Rhone." she spoke. Malia took the phone while Stiles ran down the stairs and crashing through the kitchen door.

"You'll never guess who I met." Eli spoke up as he took Lydia's phone, looking into the screen at Malia. "And I kicked him the face."

"I cant imagine you kicking anyone in the face." Malia said honestly.

"Oh, but he did." Lydia said with a point of her finger.

"Peter." Eli nodded his head as Malia gave am insane look. "You were right, too. He's an asshole."

"I think there's something in here!" Stiles called as he ran back into the room, shaking the bottle. "Do you have, like, a wine opener or.."

Malia grabbed the bottle, throwing it down on the carpet as it shattered. Eli sighed. "That worked too."

Malia turned the phone and showed a key in Stiles hand.

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kylie speaks

eli really said baddie,
top energy, hit you in the
face, will ruin your life,
era this chapter.