"They fell asleep really late last night," Sheriff Stilinski explained to me as we walked up the stairs to his house. I balanced the cups of coffee and bags of doughnuts as we walked up, the Sheriff drinking from the dark coffee I had brought him.

"Yeah, I know," I answered him, "they called me twice around 3."

"Well then I guess they didn't get any sleep at all," he remarked.

"Probably," I sighed, "they do enjoy their little investigations."

"What's it about this time?" He questioned.

"I don't really know," I answered," that's what I'm here to beat out of them."

"I like you," he laughs, "ever thought of being a cop?"

Laughing I shook my head, "maybe if I lived in Gotham I would."

Sheriff laughed with me, both of us coming up to his sons bedroom door. He reached for the door, pulling it open quickly just as the sound of snores came to my ears.

"Well," I stifled a laugh," this is certainly blackmail worthy."

Stiles and Scott where both sprawled out, Stiles half off the bed with his upper half planted across many pictures on the ground. There was drool all over whatever picture he was last looking at. Meanwhile Scotty McCall was sprawled across the small chair, had hanging off the back of it as his lap was full of files.

"Oh god," Sheriff says, "deal with this please. I need to get to work."

I laugh, setting the tray of coffee down. "If you hear screaming and yelling just know this is my method of getting them up."

He nods, shutting the door behind him.

Sighing I pulled out my cellphone from my back pocket, stepping around the body parts and files.

"Excuse me Scotty," I mumbled low enough to where the boy only groaned in response and moved his hand from on top of the desk. Sitting atop the desk I scrolled through my phone, plugging it into the big speakers in the room.

"No waking up? Really? Well... that won't do boys. We need to get too school but fortunately for us I have ways to wake you up," I said with glee. Apart of me felt so cruel for doing this, but hey I was kind of bored and in need of a good laugh.

"1...2...3," I counted down, hitting the play button on my phone.

"DO YOU REMEMBER THE 21ST DAY OF SEPTEMBER! LOVE WAS CHANGING THE MIND OF PRETENDERS!"

"OH GOD!" Stiles yelled, completely falling off the bed and landing face first.

"FIRE!" Scott jumped off the chair, tripping over Stiles leg and then falling right on top of him.

"I LOVE THIS SONG DONT YOU GUYS!" I yelled, dancing on the table and singing," DANCING IN SEPTEMBER!"

"IMELDA SHUT IT OFF," Stiles yelled, eating the carpet.

Scott groaned roughly getting back to his feet and yanking the phone out of my hand. He tapped it, still disorientated and frustrated, a couple of times before the music finally cut off.

He looked at me with a death glare, slamming the phone onto the table near my thigh. I grinned at him as bright as the sun," good morning Scotty. Time for school."

"You're terrible," He growled, turning to the bed and collapsing on it just as Stiles stood.

"Remind me to have you on speed dial any time this happens," Sheriff opens the door once more and smiles at me, "Boys time to go to school and I need to get to work."

Stiles whips around to his father, "Dad! Heather?"

"No, nothing yet." Sheriff answers in a sad tone, my eyes dropping when Stiles eyes dimmed.

The Sheriff shut the door and Stiles looked at us, "Ten hours and nothing."

"We're gonna find something." Scott immediately jumps in.

"Finding something doesn't make Erica any less dead or Boyd any less about-to-be-dead." Stiles commented, throwing around some more papers. One of those late night calls was to inform me of what had happened with Isaac. Apparently almost killing him also gave him the memories back and in them he stated to have found Erica, dead, and Boyd along with another girl. What a fucking trip.

"Well, we still have time." Scott said, a hopeful tone in his voice.

"Is this whole, like, "remain optimistic "in the face of complete and utter disaster" thing a part of the "be a better Scott McCall" program?" I cut in, smiling at crooked jawed beta.

"Uh, not if it doesn't work." He answers me blankly.

"No, it works." Stiles says with a smile, grabbing one of the coffees off the table as he read some random file. It took less then a second for him to jump at what he say, "Oh, dad! Dad? Dad!"

Stiles ran out of the room, straight after his dad while I was left with a still sleepy Scott.

"You both have 30 minutes to shower and be ready for school," I informed him. "Your mom asked me to bring you clothes they are in that bag near the door. There's coffee and breakfast doughnuts in that bag, hurry."

"Thanks," he nodded, picking the bag up and heading for the bathroom when he stops. Turning in his tracks, " I'll get over it. I'll grow some balls and I'm over it. Can we move on?"

I nodded, hopping off the desk and walking towards him. I stopped and gripped both remaining coffee cups and handing him one with a smile, "guess we are back to Batman, Superman, and Wonder Women."

~~~~

"Okay. You see this? This is how they got in. It's a rooftop air conditioning vent. Leads down inside into the wall of the vault, which is here. Okay? One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft Now, that space is so small, it took him about 12 hours to drill into that wall, which is stone, by the way. Then throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cash up to the guys back on the roof through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom." Stiles explained to us all, my ears listening as I looked around Derek's new place. Well this certainly beat sex in a train cart I imagine, not that it'll be happening again. I should probably stop thinking about sex with Derek when he's a foot away from me.

"Can we fit in there?" Derek asked, staring intently at the page.

"Yes, we can, but very, very barely. And they also patched the wall, obviously, so we're gonna need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit..." Stiles starts going into detail, showing us other parts in this escape.

"Look, forget the drill." Derek cuts him off.

"Sorry?" Stiles questions like he's insane.

"If I go in first, how much space do I have?" Derek asks him. My eyebrows furrow, I'm puzzled for a moment until I realize he's planning on breaking through the wall with his fist. I didn't doubt his abilities, not for one second. Clearly someone else did.

"What do you... what do you think you're gonna do, Derek? You gonna punch through the wall?" Stiles asks him, disbelief clear in his tone.

"Yes, Stiles," Derek answers slowly like Stiles is an idiot. "I'm gonna punch through the wall."

"Okay, okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big, old fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big, bad wolf.Yeah, look at that." The sass that Stiles has amazes even me. Lifting Derek fist and the one of his wok hands before going on. "Okay, see this?That's maybe 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co-"

Derek punches Stiles hand to the point where Stiles almost falls backwards. With a smirk plastered over my mouth I tilt my head so I can Stiles face and question," can he do it Stiles?"

"He could do it." Stiles says, painfully grasping his hand.

I sighed, moving around Derek to grasp Stiles injured hand," is anything broken? You should get some ice on it ASAP."

"It's okay," he said through gritted teeth.

"I'll get through the wall. Who's following me down?" Derek questions aloud.

"Don't look at me. I'm not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly, with Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself." Peter comments, lifting his arms in surrender.

"What a bitch," I commented with a roll of my eyes.

Derek looks at me, I can see he agrees before protesting. "So I'm supposed to just let them die?"

"One of them is already dead." Peter tells him.

"We don't know that." Derek yells right back.

"Do I have to remind you what we're up against here? A pack of alphas. All of them, killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine bodies to form one giant Alpha. I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're gonna be missed." Peter goes on.

"Could someone kill him again, please?" Stiles yells out.

"I've been trying to for the past couple of months... but someone stops me every time," I answer back.

Peter rolls his eyes at me, "Derek, seriously? Not worth the risk."

"What about you?" Derek questions, looking directly at Scott.

"I don't know about Erica. But if Boyd's still alive, we have to do something. We have to try." Scott says with a nod, already standing.

"Hey!" I scoff, "what the fuck? I'm not as useless as Peter! I'm coming!"

"No, you're not," Derek roughly yells at me.

"Go to fuck-" I begin to yell out when he cuts me off.

"Look Imelda... you can't go. You have to trust me," he says gentler. Attempting to reason with me.

"Derek I'm going with the both of you," I scream," don't treat me like I'm made of glass!"

I notice Scott and Stiles eyeing each other up from behind Derek, contemplating something before Scott sighs.

Bypassing Derek he stands in front of me and grabs my forearm.

"Scott I'm not changing my mind on this one!" I yell, attempting to pull my arm away.

"Just come on!" He says, Stiles right behind me.

I growl but follow them. Rather not have to claw someone's face today.

They lead me outside of the lost, both boys standing in front of me with crossed arms.

"Really?" I say with raised eyebrows," you're going to do this whole parental thing? Really? Tell me, who is the mom and who's the dad?"

Scott and Stiles looked at one another, smiling slightly when they realized.

"Don't think this is your way of distracting us!" Stiles points a finger at me.

I smirk guiltily, lifting both hands in the air.

"Imelda, you can't come," Scott says.

"Nice try," I correct him," I'm still going though."

"Imelda will you quit being a a stubborn..." Stiles starts.

"Funny," I answer, "coming from the most stubborn son of a-"

"Stiles go back inside," Scott places his hand over my mouth.

"What?" Stiles says surprised.

"Go back inside and leave us alone," Scott says, his jaw tightened.

Stiles looks between us, a little offended at Scott. He throws a look between the both of us and then throws his arms up in the air.

"FINE! FINE!" He yells, opening the loft doors.

We wait, watching as Stiles marches straight into the loft muttering profanities under his breath and then shitting the doors.

"What did we talk about?" I mutter silently, crossing my arms and leaning against the wall.

"Things have changed," Scott says, attempting to placate me.

"Things are always changing here Scott, what doesn't change is the fact that we are all in this together. Since day one and somehow now you all think I've suddenly becoming this frail girl."

"Its not that," he sighs, running a hand through his black hair.

"Scott I want to trust you, I want to go back to how we were. That means we have to treat each other the same," I say softly.

Scott looks at my face, pondering my words. His eyes stare right back into mine, both of our minds going into a state of panic. How many times have we been in this same position, always causing terrible consequences.

"Will you trust me," he says, grabbing my hand. My breath hitches when his fingers dance with my own, intertwining.

"Trust you?" I manage to speak out.

"Yes," he nods, "trust me when I say that you can't come. Trust me when I say that we are doing this to keep you alive. Just do what I'm asking. Please?"

Weighing my options I try and forget the fact he's holding my hand and dangerously close. I take a deep breath, nodding at him. He sighs in relief and let's my hand go just as I move around him to get back into the loft.

Peter, Derek, and Scott look up at me the moment I walk in. With a neutral face I strut straight up to Derek who looks slightly panicked.

"Okay. I'm staying." I answer, and walk over to the nearest couch.

No one say anything afterwards but Peters eyes crinkle like he's figured something out.

Fucking shit...

~~~~

"I hate waiting," I mumbled, patting my feet against the floors. Scott and Derek had left awhile ago, promising to call incase something went wrong. They had left me alone with Peter and Stiles.

"I can't take waiting around like this, you know? It's nerve-racking. My nerves are racked. They're severely racked. Racked." Stiles says after me, pacing in the small living room.

"Could you have used the word racked any more?" I questioned.

"I could beat the both of you unconscious and wake you when it's over?"" Peter answers annoyed.

"I could throw you out a window... from the top of the Empire State Building," I say with an extra pep in my voice. Peter look at me, fake smiling and then rolling his eyes.

"You think Erica's really dead?" Stiles asks after another moment of silence.

"You think I really care?" Peter questions with sass.

"You should you dick," I mumble," it's your fault Derek decided to go adopt a bunch of teenagers."

"Why so much hostility?" He questions me. "I thought we were over this since I helped save your blue eyed boyfriend."

"Peter, I swear to god I will kill you. And to answer your question how about I bite into you like you were an Angus steak and then see how you feel?" I growled out.

"Someone's on her little Dea period," he comments.

"Make one more comment about me Peter and drive over you until you're nothing but a pancake for stray cats to lick at," my eyes narrow at the former alpha.

"Someone is in need of desperate Thera-" Peter tries to say once more but is cut off.

"I just... I don't understand the bank, though, okay?" Stiles seems like he's speaking more to himself then us. His frantic behavior catches our eyes though and we begin to listen to him, "Wha... like, why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair or something? They're an Alpha pack, right? So shouldn't they have a lair?"

"They're werewolves, not bond villains." Peter states.

"Seriously Stiles," I add, "we are supernatural creatures but even we have a line."

"Wait a sec. Wait a sec. Maybe they're living there. You know?," he looks at us like we have a clue what's running through that kind of his. Honestly, I mean him and I may be best friend but even I didn't know what ran through his hand half the time. "Like, maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens."

"Wolf dens?" I question him.

"Yeah, wolf dens." Stiles says, totally serious. He looks at Peter for confirmation, "Where do you live?"

"In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods." Peter immediately answers, I roll my eyes knowing he's full of shit.

"Whoa, really?" Stiles asks, not noting the sarcasm.

"No, you idiot." Peter blatantly answers, earning a snort from me, "I have an apartment downtown."

"Okay, fine, but still, that just proves that there's something up with the bank. And why wait around for the full moon, huh? Why not just kill them whenever they want to?" Stiles fires off.

"Maybe they think it's poetic." Peter says annoyed.

I stand from my spot and head over to Stiles who continues to examine the endless paperwork," they need to work on their direction of poetic then."

"They've already had three full moons to be poetic." Stiles counters Peter.

"And here you've both  only had one full hour to be so annoying..." Peter begins. cutting off suddenly.

"No, go ahead, finish what you were saying. I'm an... We are annoying. What were you gonna say there? Finish what you were saying while I shave my boot into your ass," I say through gritted teeth.

"What are the walls made of?" Peter ignores my rant and rifles through the paperwork.

"What? Uh... I don't know, like, wood and brick or..." Stiles goes on to say.

"No, the vault, the vault, the walls, what are they made out of? Where would it say that? Doesn't say anything. Where... where would it say the materials, the type of stone?" He starts ordering my desperately looking.

"Oh.. Oh, hang on." Stiles says, running his fingers through endless papers.

"I was reading it earlier, hold on," I mumble, opening one of the giant folder containing more stuff. I find it, pulling it out and then having Peter practically rip it out of my hand.

"Hecatolite." He says, seeming to have discovered something.

"Is that awful? That sounds awful." Stiles comments.

"By the look on his face, that's awful," I comment, already feeling the need to runaway.

"Get 'em on the phone." Peter yells, "Call them. Now!"

"Okay, why?" Stiles asks, my fingers already fumbling for my black phone.

"Cause Boyd and that girl aren't gonna kill each other. They're gonna kill Derek and Scott." Peter informs us.

"Well shit," I comment, yanking out my phone quickly. My finger quickly plucking the device out and finding Scotts number.

"Imelda, now is not the best time." Scott says once he answers the phone.

"Scott! Scott! No, listen to me, okay? Look, you gotta get outta there. Look, the walls of the vault are made with a mineral called hecatolite. It scatters the moonlight." I began to explain, expressing how important it was both of them got out. The phone was on speaker and I could see my worry mirrored in Stiles.

"What does that mean?" He asked me.

"We're here to get you out, okay?" Derek's voice is in the background... oh god they are inside. All of us look at each other in dread.

Dammit!

"Look, it keeps the moonlight out, okay? They haven't felt the full moon in months." Stiles explains, yelling into the phone.

"Okay, think of it like the gladiators in the Roman colosseum. They used to starve the lions for three days, making them more vicious, more out of control. Deucalion has kept them from shifting for three full moons, diminishing their tolerance to it." Peter begins explains with an analogy.

"Scott, they're gonna be stronger..."

"More savage, more bloodthirsty, Scott, they're the lions. They're the starved lions, and you and Derek just stepped into the colosseum." Peter warns them.

"Derek, we got a problem, a really big problem." I hear Scott say towards the other sane wolf.

"Cora?" Derek questions. Wait... is that the other girl? Who is she? Why does Derek know her

"Who?" Scott questions for all of us.

"Cora?" Derek asks once more as if in disbelief.

"Derek, get out. Get out now!" She yells out.

"Scott? Hey, Scott! Scott!" Stiles yells into the phone.

"No. No! Wait!" Scott tries yelling.

"Scott? Scott, are you hearing this? Scott" I yell into the phone. All of us looking at one another as it cuts off. My eyes widen in terror.

What the hell has happened...

~~~~

Scotty McCall come back to us!

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