Chapter 10 ✧Flower Power✧

"Wait," Kira interjected the eerie silence that the Stewart house was veiled in as we reached Tracy's room. "Isn't this like a crime scene." 

I raised my eyebrows and looked over to Lydia for an answer. Kira had a pretty good point, and I'd lived through enough crime scenes that I wasn't exactly thrilled to walk into another one.

"No!" Lydia assured us. The strawberry blonde turned and opened the door to the girls room. She only made it one step in before she stopped abruptly. Lydia shrugged, "Maybe. Don't worry about it." 

I looked past Lydia to see crime scene tape all over Tracy's bed, among other places. I don't know about Kira, but I was still going to be worrying about it. 

Kira looked over at me with an unsure look in her eyes before she turned her attention back to our banshee friend. "Okay, so what are we looking for?" 

"I'm not sure," Lydia admitted. "I'm mostly just following a feeling." 

As Lydia stepped over to a lamp to turn it on, I took a deep breathe and looked around the room. "Hey, Lydia? Don't you feeling usually lead you to, like, dead bodies, and stuff?" 

"Well, let me know if you find one," Lydia nodded, and I assumed it was the end of that conversation. 

The three of us then proceeded to split up in silence. Well, at least, we split up as much as we could in the bedroom. It seemed like a genuine teenage girl's room, personalized hints here and there to show it had once belonged to a sane Tracy Stewart. I reached out to a small clay dinosaur-like figurine she must've made in elementary school. It looked like something out of a children's book, and the sight of it made my heart twinge. I hoped we could get this Tracey back. 

Up until I had moved into the McCalls house, a bedroom had never been much more then four walls that separated me from my brothers. Sure, there had been a time when I had a bedroom very similar to Tracy's, with childhood toys and family pictures, but those little things had all disappeared along with the man my father used to be. At the thought of the jail cell of a room I'd lived in before Isaac and I had moved out, I felt an uncomfortable shudder rattle my spine and I quickly put back the clay dinosaur, ready to move on to a different spot for clues. 

While, Kira sifted through a pile of homework papers I wondered if Tracy would ever finish, I got on my hands a knees slowly. I knew from personal experience that underneath of a bed could be a great hiding spot, so I slowly lifted up the covers and looked under. Sure enough, there was a box not to different from the one I used to hide my coloring pad and pencils in just under two years ago. I reached out and pulled out the box, lifting it up onto Tracy's crime scene tape covered bed. 

Kira came over to me and looked over my shoulder. "What is it?" 

"Just a box of things," I shrugged. I felt a smile tug my lips upward as my eyes fell upon the familiar design of a Native American dreamcatcher. "My brother, Camden, gave me one of these before he left." 

"Do you still have it?" Kira asked softly, reaching over me to pick up the dream catcher. 

"No," I felt my body go cold and rigid as the happy memory of my brother went sour. I stopped looking through the box as I looked down sadly. "My, uh, my dad h-he burned a lot of Camden's things after he died. He tore it down from the wall in my room before I could hide it. He said it was just a stupid arts and crafts project, anyways." 

Kira fell silent, probably trying to think of something to say other then 'oh, I'm sorry'. I knew she hadn't meant to open up an old wound, so I tried to just shake it off. There was no need for both of us to feel bad. 

I turned my attention back to the box and tried to clear my mind. Right now we had to focus on Tracy. 

In the box, right were the dreamcatcher had been, was a note. I reached out and opened it up. 

"Hey look at this." I murmured, showing it to Kira. 

"'Remember Tracy bear, it only works if you believe it. Hope this helps. Love, Dad.'" Kira read aloud. Lydia made her way over to us, and Kira looked over at her friend sadly. "This is beyond depressing." 

"He was just trying to help her." Lydia agreed in a low voice. 

"Why would she go after him like that?" I questioned the two seniors. But even with their two extra years of wisdom on earth, they seemed as lost as I did. 

"I guess... she wasn't in control of herself." Lydia suggested. 

I nodded in agreement, my mind flashing sorrowfully back to a certain Jackson Whittemore. "Am I the only one having major Deja vu?" 

Lydia looked over at me and I had a feeling she knew exactly what I was talking about. "No, you're not."

"But what I don't understand is the fact that it wasn't even a full moon," Kira muttered, getting us back on the subject of the problem at hand. 

"Maybe a werewolf with night terrors is worse then a-"

Lydia cut herself off, her eyes transfixed on the dream catcher as she carefully plucked it out of Kira's hands. "You know, there are cases of people who accidentally killed their entire family while in a night terror. They had no idea what they were doing. It's called homicidal somnambulism."

"So if Tracy is killing people she doesn't really want to kill, she might not actually be awake," Kira deduced. 

"Then she's still in a night terror." I summed up, looking over at the two girls with worry. 

Lydia continued to study the dream catcher as Kira began to pace. Attempting to avoid the crime scene tape, I climbed up on to the bed and sat down, trying to figure out what we needed to do next. 

"Okay, wait a second. Her dad was just trying to help her, right?" Kira looked over at me and Lydia. 

Lydia nodded. "And so was her psychiatrist." 

"Maybe that's why she was at school." Kira guessed, her voice sounding a little excited, like it knew she was catching on to something. 

"She wanted to find someone else that was trying to help her so she could kill them, too," I asked, not sure if what I had just said actually made any sense. To me, it didn't seem to come out right, but Lydia and Kira both nodded like my point was crystal clear. In all honesty, despite the situation, it made me feel a little good inside. It was kind of like I was a valuable piece to our gang of girls. 

"Yeah, I know!" Kira exclaimed suddenly, her eyes wide and directed towards Lydia. "Maybe it was you." 

Lydia turned to look at Kira with a raised eyebrow, which made the girl stammer a little bit as she realized what she'd just said. 

"Or not," Kira quickly continued. "Since that would mean she wants to kill you." 

"No, no you're right." Lydia took a step towards Kira, and I leaned in, making it look like we were huddling up. "I was trying to help, but so was someone else. My mother. What if Tracy went to the school looking for her?" 

"Where is she now?" I asked urgently, this lead could be the best thing we'd get. 

Lydia looked over at me with a deadly serious look in her eyes. "On a date." 

"With who? Do you know where we could find her." 

"Yeah, at the Sheriff's station, with the sheriff." 

I felt my jaw drop and I was too shocked to bother closing it. My mind couldn't even begin to wrap itself around the thought of Lydia's mother and Stiles' father. I knew Beacon Hills wasn't the biggest of towns, but still.

"Um," Kira cleared her throat. "Well then we should go find your mom." 

I nodded, still at a lost for words, and the three of us hurried out of Tracy's room. 

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Lydia, Kira, and I burst into the sheriffs station and were immediately greeted by an already confused Ms. Martin and Mr. Stilinski. 

"Mom, she's coming for you!" Lydia hurried to warn her mother. 

"What? What do you mean 'for me'?" The woman asked in confusion. 

Before any of us had a chance to answer, there was a creaking noise over head. I slowly looked up only to see Tracy Stewart pulling a spider man and climbing along the ceilings. Her eyes turned a reptilian yellow, and I felt myself involuntarily gulp. 

Quickly, the sheriff drew his gun and let out a few shots. The gunfire didn't even phase Tracy as she whipped it out of his hands with her tail (which I was pretty sure was a new development). I looked at Tracy in astonishment and realized she was far from being a werewolf. 

"A Kanima," I murmured, though I wasn't sure anyone was listening to me. "Again." 

Kira quickly broke out her kantana, which I was more then relieve for, as Lydia and I backed out of her way. 

"What can we do?" I asked urgently. I couldn't just sit around idly and watch Kira fend off the deadly creature. I'd already done that once with Kanima, and I wasn't a real fan of History repeating itself. Especially not when I already knew how getting stuck with Kanima venom felt. 

"I don't know." Lydia grabbed my arm and yanked me towards her, making sure I was well out of the way. 

"Kira, look out!" The Sheriff shouted as Tracy flipped over a desk towards the kitsune. I saw Stiles' dad grab his wrist tightly and stumble. Instantly, I realized Tracy must've cut him with her tail when she'd knocked his gun out of his hands. 

Lydia's grip loosened on my arm, and suddenly I knew what I was supposed to do. Before anything could stop me, I made a break for the Sheriff. I felt a jolt of energy rush through my veins, and even though I knew I should've been, I wasn't at all scared. I was just determined. 

Tracy had caught a glance of me attempting to run past her, and tried to hit me with her tail. Without a second thought, I hit the ground, sliding across it on my knees. Tracy's tail sliced right over my head, but it didn't hit me. With Kira's onslaught still raining down at her, Tracy didn't get a second attempt, which for some reason was kind of a disappointment. I wanted more action, until I remembered Stiles' father. 

I crawled over to the older man, who was now almost completely paralyzed, minus his head. 

"How did you-" He started to ask, his face reddening as he tried to move himself. 

"I don't know." I answered with a shrug. He gave me a confused look, and I quickly realized I was smiling, probably looking a little insane. I washed the smile off my face, but that didn't mean I didn't still feel good about myself. "Are you okay, Sheriff?" 

"Just the wrist." He muttered. I nodded although I already knew that. 

"I need to move y-" 

Before I finished my sentence, Lydia let out a shriek, telling her mother to run. I looked over at the banshee in time to see that while she was worrying about her mother, Tracy had advanced on her. Before I could even think about doing something, Tracy's tail slashed Lydia's stomach, and all the exhilaration that had been racing through my stomach went stone cold. 

"Lydia," I shouted, but the voice wasn't mine. Fearfully, I realized I hadn't even gotten to shout, and that the voice was actually just in my head. Everything that had made me feel good about myself just moments ago now made me feel sick to my stomach. And the worst part? I could still feel the power pulsing through me, like my body was perfectly fine with being under something elses control. 

Tracy let out an inhuman scream, dragging me out of my own personal nightmare and into the one in front of me. Somehow, Kira had managed to cut off Tracy's tail, and even though it wasn't going to be putting an end to the kanima, it definitely looked like it hurt. 

As power visibly pulsed through Kira, Tracy turned and ran before anything else could be cut off. Kira rushed over to Lydia, looking in horror at her wound. I stood up, intending to go help Kira with Lydia, before realizing something. Tracy hadn't just ran off, she'd run after Lydia's mother. 

I wasn't sure if I did because I just wasn't myself anymore, or because, for the time being,  I was myself and I felt the need to prove it, but I rushed after the latest homicidal lizard alone. 

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So that was a bit of a roller coaster but omfg I've been waiting so long to right this part (and the next part) bc I loved this episode (and the next one lol). I just felt like the girl power between Kira and Lydia and Malia was bomb and they all had some major character development that had nothing to do with their men or their love lives which was really nice. Also, writing Charlotte with Kira and Lydia was so fantastic. 

anyways, here is your late Christmas present! I hope you all had a great Christmas if you celebrate it! If not, well here is just a random present then :)

Question - So who is your dream team, Kira Lydia and Charlotte, Stiles Scott and Charlotte, or Liam Mason and Charlotte? Or maybe you have a different trio you enjoy in this series?