| 06 | Motel California
[ OLD VERSION ]
3rd POV:
As the bus pulled up at a hotel, Scott helped Spencer up, his wounds has healed, and Spencer's half healed, but weakened. "Come on." Scott murmured. Allison, Taylin, Stiles and Lydia followed suit. "I've seen worse." Scott told the group. Spencer nodded weakly. "Where have you seen worse?" Stiles commented. Coach blew the whistle, making Spencer wince. "Listen up. The meet's been pushed until tomorrow. This is the closest motel with most vacancies and least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely." Students walked forward, taking a key from the Coach. "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!" Scott held Spencer up, with Allison standing next to Lydia, Taylin in the middle between Lydia and Scott. The bus drove away. "Great." Stiles muttered, Taylin looked at him weirdly. "What could possibly go wrong?" Taylin sarcastically told. Spencer rose an eyebrow, Allison, Scott, Stiles and Lydia all glanced at the youngest of the group. "What? Just saying, this place is creepy." Taylin shrugged. Lydia stood frozen in place, glancing around. Scott and Stiles walked away. Allison held Spencer upright. "Lydia?" Taylin asked warily, seeing the girl's uncomfortable state. "I don't like this place." Lydia told them. Taylin pointed at Lydia nodding. "Thank you!" Taylin praised. Everyone ignored her. "No one likes this place." Spencer murmured, feeling dizziness. "Alli." She mumbled. Allison nodded understandingly. "I don't think the people who own this place like this place." Taylin commented. "No one in their right, stable, sane mind would like this place either." Allison added in, agreeing with her younger cousin. Taylin glanced at Lydia. "It's just for tonight." Taylin comforted her friend. Lydia moved forward nervously, with Taylin beside her. "A lot can happen in one night." Lydia told them. And one night, little did they know...
As the girls went to their hotel room, Scott and Stiles went into their own. "All right, so I have four, possibly five." Scott glanced at his best friend in confusion. "Four? Or five suspects? Really?" Taylin unannounced, walked inside the boy's hotel room. Scott glanced at the younger girl in confusion, and Stiles in disbelief. "How.. How'd you get in?" Stiles asked in horror, seeing an Argent. "The door.. Duh?" Taylin sarcastically mocked his tone. "Spill it." Taylin sat on the bed across from Scott, facing Stiles. "Yeah, okay. Seriously, like, ten. Well five, I added Derek on twice, maybe four?" Stiles answered, going back to the other conversation. "Why Derek? And I can't really tell Spencer about her dad.." Taylin mumbled quietly, Scott placed a hand on her shoulder. Taylin knew that both Spencer and Scott were grieving of the loss of Derek. "Seriously? Right now? We don't need to be reminded that Spencer Argent is actually a Hale. But actually, I added on Spencer too." Stiles said sheepishly. Taylin glared at the boy, he thought it looked familiar to the Hale stare, but Scott sensed a Chris Argent stare instead. "Okay, shutting up now." Stiles mumbled, ignoring the heated glare from Taylin. "And it's definitely not Spencer." Scott defended his soulmate, Taylin nodded in agreement. "Okay, who's really number one?" Taylin asked Stiles, stealing a Reece's peanut butter cup. Scott smiled inwardly, sensing the similarity between the Argent girls. "Harris?" Scott asked in disbelief, knowing what Stiles was thinking. "Just 'cause he's missing doesn't mean he's dead." Taylin pointed out to Stiles. Both boys turned to the girl in confusion. Scott swore that Taylin was only in 8th grade and not a freshman. "H-how'd you know?" Stiles asked suspiciously. "Spencer goes there, followed by Allison, and Scott.." Taylin trailed off, clearly making a point that they talk about high school dramas. Scott caught on, knowing they mentioned Harris, and that Allison had informed the younger girl of the stories of Beacon Hills High. "Okay, fair point, but if he's not dead, our chemistry teacher is out secretly committing human sacrifices?" Stiles asked them, eyebrow raised, then added. "Yeah, I guess that sounded way better in my head." Stiles shook his head, Taylin giggled. "Well, what if it's somebody at the school, remember Matt? We didn't know that he was killing people?" Scott asked them. Taylin looked over at Scott in confusion, Taylin knew the story from when Peter Hale bit Scott and Allison moving to town, but didn't catch of the events up til now. Scott caught her confusion and easily explained. "Matt controlled Jackson, whom before was a Kanima creature, then Peter and Derek clawed him and it turned him into a full werewolf who's now in London." Stiles basically told her, Scott nodded, pointed. "And excuse me? Sorry, what? Uh, yes we did, I called that from day one, actually." Stiles added on, let looking towards Scott to make a point. Taylin nodded, following along, but confused to an extent. "Yeah, but we never seriously thought it was him." Scott told Stiles. "I was serious, quite serious, actually. Nobody believed me, no one listened to me either." Stiles pointed out in disbelief. "And who's the others?" Taylin quickly changed subject, cutting his rant. "Derek's sister, Spencer's aunt Cora." Stiles looked at Taylin and Scott. Taylin rose an eyebrow, not believing a word. "No one knows anything about her, and she's Derek's sister." Stiles answered. "Um, Spencer knows Cora, duh." Taylin butted in. "Next, your boss." Stiles quickly cut her off, changing subject, like Taylin once did. Both Scott and Taylin looked over at Stiles in shock and disbelief. Both of them, simultaneously. "My boss?" "Spencer's boss?" Stiles rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yes yours and Spencer's boss." Stiles paused, as an effect. "I don't really like the whole Obi Wan thing he's got going on. You know, it freaks me out." Scott and Taylin stared blankly at Stiles for a moment. "ADHD?" Taylin asked curiously at Scott, whom nodded as if ashamed. Taylin giggled, thinking. Scott smiled a bit. Stiles sat up in surprise. "Oh, my god, Have you still not seen Star Wars?" Taylin tilted her head a bit, thinking. Scott stared blankly ahead. "You mean, Han Solo and Leia?" Taylin asked confusingly. Scott glanced towards Taylin in confusion before turning towards the sarcastic boy. "I swear, if we make it back alive, I will watch the movie." "More like a series." Taylin added in, remembering her mother watched them a lot when feeling moody. Stiles nodded towards her direction thankful. "Who's the last one?" Taylin asked curiously. "Lydia." Stiles sighed. Taylin shot up as fast a as a fly. "Lydia?" Taylin shrieked. "Do you not noticed I rode in a vehicle for hours, hearing her complain about Spencer and then the supernatural and then worried for Aiden, whoever the heck he is. And you suspected Lydia?" Taylin rambled under one breath. The two boys stared at the younger teen in shock and horror. "Oh come on, it wasn't that bad, but seriously, riding with Lydia was a bit much, thankfully Allison was there keeping me from running back towards home." Taylin told Scott pointedly. Stiles shook his head. "Okay, back to the point. She was totally controlled by Peter, and she had no idea, remember." Stiles asked Scott. Taylin glanced up, remembering the story Allison told her. Taylin felt a shiver of coldness down her spine at the mention of the eldest Hale, but shrugged it off. Scott sighed, remembering the memory vividly. "Wait, who do you think it is?" Scott asked in question. Taylin, whom sat on the bed across from Scott, thinking as she goes through a mental list, she couldn't picture Derek or Cora harming anyone, especially in direct of Spencer's friends, and Deaton, well he hired both Scott and Spencer, and he would've killed them on spot after awhile, so she mentally crossed them off. The only person she could think of would be Peter Hale, or even Jennifer Blake. Taylin had felt a bad vibe one night while at the loft when she ran into her once. She couldn't tell what it was, like a vision or a feeling of something big happening. "Would it be Mrs. Blake?" Taylin questioned, thinking it throughly. Scott glanced at Taylin, he recognized that look, the look of thoughtfulness, as in deep thought. Scott thought it was a possibility, sensing something fishy off with her, but he couldn't place what or who and it was starting to get to him, but after the Alpha ordeal, he wondered if things would get back to normal. "That's a possibility." Scott murmured, agreeing once with the youngest Argent. Stiles glanced at the two, not hearing a word from both. "I know it's not Derek or Cora, think about it, they're both related to Spencer, and obviously Derek isn't here, and Cora is mourning over her brother, and plus it's the Alpha's that she'd want revenge on, and who knows who's alive and who's dead. And plus, I think it's a highly possible to be Peter, for once I got a bad vibe from him that sends shivers down me, but also familiarity, which I deny that quick, but apparently to the tales I've been told, it's gotta be Peter or someone else with motive to sacrifice. I'll ask Spencer, she'd know." Taylin filled in, surprising Scott and Stiles, Scott thought about it over and over, and for once, agreeing with the girl. Stiles sat confused and bewildered of the theory Taylin had going on. "And why'd you have Derek on twice?" Scott asked confused, remembering his name twice. Stiles glanced down. "That's a very good question." Taylin glanced at Stiles weirdly and curious to why he had Derek twice for suspects. "Well, I don't think it's Derek, be smarter Stiles, I bet it's Blake. Ima go find my sister, see ya." Taylin waved, walking towards hers and Lydia's room.
Back in Beacon Hills, a woman was walking towards her car after the conversation with another person. Derek Hale was injured, but found who once thought as his second love. "Ashley..." He murmured, just before he passed out on the concrete. The girl, assuming Ashley stopped and glanced behind her. "Derek. Oh my, Derek!" Ashley ran towards her old lover in a panic and horror, dialing a number who knew would help him. "Deaton? Hey, it's Ashley, I need your help." Ashley slowly picked up Derek, sensing another woman trailing, screaming his name. "Derek! Oh my god." The girl, saw Ashley and nodded signaling to help. "We need to get him to a hospital." The girl told her, Ashley knew it wasn't gonna help, knowing Derek would heal in a few hours or days. "Oh god, this is a bad, very bad idea. I should be taking you to a hospital." The woman cursed, Derek shaking his head no. "No, no hospital." Derek panted, he knew that Ashley wouldn't take him somewhere, but he could tell her to take them to his loft. Derek knew Ashley had flown back to town to an empty house, but Chris assured his sister that they were on a school track meet. "Derek, I can't..." The woman trailed off. "To the loft." Ashley interrupted, helping the woman carry Derek. "Come on, I know where it is." The woman nodded, knowing she must know who he is. "I'm Ashley Argent" Ashley introduced herself to the woman, being polite as Chris taught her at a younger age. "Jennifer Blake." Jennifer smiled. Derek fell down, making the two women panic and worry. "Derek, no, stay awake!" Derek fallen unconscious, his head went limp in Ashley's arms.
Back in Motel Capri, Spencer, Scott, Isaac, Boyd, And Ethan were starting to feel something different, but something seems to be pulling Spencer towards a downward spiral. As Boyd seems to be semi-conscious, he stood out by the vending machine, standing there, looking blank. Stiles came down, glancing at the vending machine, before turning towards Boyd. "Yo." Stiles commented. Taylin, whom followed Stiles. For some weird, odd reason, she's starting to feel a pull, a pull towards something, or more of, someone. So, Taylin turned around, following the pull. "Hey, that was the same thing I was gonna get." The wire for the peanut butter crackers were slowly backing away, letting the package slide forward, but stopped suddenly. "Oh, hang on. You know what? I got a patented method for this, don't worry." Stiles added in, grabbing the top of the vending machine. Boyd, instead punched through the glass, shattering it. Stiles jumped in surprise, letting go of the machine, glancing over at Boyd nervously. Boyd, then pulled out the cracker package from the machine, and walking away, leaving Stiles standing there, pulling his own, and walking back towards his room.
Lydia, followed by Taylin, by instinct led her towards the Banshee, stood on the front desk with towels in their hands. "Excuse me? The card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room, but somehow, all of our towels reek of nicotine." Lydia told the woman, Taylin glanced around, nervously, and confused to how she followed Lydia, but didn't question about it. The old woman behind the desk turned to the two girls, a pipe inserted into her neck for the help of breathing. Taylin noticed, and quickly turned away, not wanting to make the situation awkward by staring. "Sorry about that, sweetheart." The old woman told Lydia. Taylin glanced around, and glanced behind the woman, seeing a number on a wall, 198. Taylin tilted her head sideways, thinking. "What's that?" Taylin asked, gaining Lydia's attention. "That number?" Taylin pointed at the wall where the number was. "It's a kind of inside thing for the motel." The woman told her. Lydia glanced at Taylin, and turning back towards the woman. "My husband insists on keeping it up." Lydia furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean?" Lydia asked this time. Taylin listened. "It's a little bit morbid, to be honest.. You sure you want to know?" The woman glanced at the two girls. "Tell us." Taylin told her, Lydia nodding in agreement. "We're not gonna make the top of anyone's lust when it comes to customer satisfaction." The woman told them. "Obviously." The girls stated in unison. "But we are number one in California when it comes to one disturbing little detail." The woman continued. "Since opening, more than any other motel in California, we have the most guest suicides." Lydia and Taylin both glanced at the number nervously. "198?" The woman nodded, laughing. "And counting." The girls glanced at the wall, the woman, before turning to each other, profoundly disturbed by the words.
As Spencer and Allison are both in their shared hotel room. Spencer was laying in her bed, resting as she waited for her wounds to heal, and mourning over the loss of her father. Allison was strict and told her to rest, and so she told Spencer she was calling her father. "Do you want me to come pick you and your cousins up? I don't mind a late drive, and considering you said Spencer is still healing?" Chris on the phone, was worried for his niece, sure he knew Scott would heal, from when Taylin informed him of their trip so far. "No, no, it's okay. We're at a motel, and Spence is resting, she's asleep anyways." Allison assured her dad. "The school paid for that?" Chris asked. Allison glanced at her cousin, asleep soundly. "Yeah, yeah." Allison answered. "It's not great, but it's just for a night." She assured her father, but at the same time, couldn't help worry for her cousin. "What is it called?" Allison stood by the window, glancing down the way. "The Glen Capri. Do you know it?" Allison asked, curious to why the whereabouts. "Yeah, it..." Chris trailed off, leaving Allison confused. "It sounds familiar. Listen, sweetheart, I'm gonna hop in the car and come and get you guys. Tell Taylin and Spencer also." Her father informed his daughter. "No dad, seriously. It's okay, Spencer is healing slowly, Taylin is with Lydia or Stiles, we're okay." Allison tried pleading. "If there's something you feel like you can't tell me, I just want you to know you can talk to me. We don't have to keep anything from each other." Chris told his daughter. Allison leaned her head against the wall. "I know." And with that, Allison hung up, walking towards Spencer, as she slept soundlessly.
Back in Beacon Hills, Ashley Argent and Jennifer Blake had arrived at a loft, carrying Derek Hale. "Hey, um, I should leave you two.." Ashley trailed off, sensing a bit uncomfortable. Jennifer nodded, smiling softly. "Yeah, hey, thanks for the help." Ashley nodded. "Anytime, call me if you need help. Derek knows me and stuff. I gotta see if I can pick my daughters up." Ashley nodded, grabbing her bag and pointed towards the door. Jennifer nodded, glancing at Derek whom is unconscious on his bed. Ashley saw the look and quietly left the loft, leaving the two alone. Ashley walked towards her car with a tear down her face. Ashley Argent will admit, she's still in love with her first love, but she won't admit it out loud. Seeing him with another woman opened up old flames and mixed feelings. Ashley returned to Beacon Hills, for a simple reason, or more of some reasons. One was getting Spencer to know her father, and one was to gain trust from Derek. But truth was, Derek was never mad towards Ashley, Derek felt guilty and hurt that he taken off so suddenly, making Ashley hurt in the process. Derek thought Ashley hated him for disappearing, Ashley was only 14 at the time when she fallen pregnant with his child, and then two years later, she felt drunk and slept with someone else, while raising a daughter, but that night afterwards, the fire had happened. And tragic fallen upon both the Argents and Hale families. Ashley had no clue of whom or what started the fire. And Derek knew that for a fact. Ashley Argent does not know that her eldest sister, Kate Argent started the fire. Ashley was oblivious to the whole thing, Derek never told her of the hunters, Ashley only knew Talia and her family when they explained to her of the werewolves, Talia knew she had a granddaughter, Spencer, whom was in deed, Derek Hale's daughter. Talia also aware of Ashley's second pregnancy, as she predicted, knowing of the ways the person used Ashley that night. Ashley Argent still is madly and deep in love with Derek Hale. Whilst, Derek is with Jennifer, oblivious of the darkness consumed into the woman, Ashley headed towards her older brother's, whom now lives with, waiting for her girls to return home.
Meanwhile, Lydia and Taylin returned to Spencer and Allison's motel room. Spencer was now awake, but sitting down against the bedrest, feeling better, but some dizziness. Allison had stayed behind, watching her, as she wasn't healing like Scott once had. "198?" Allison asked questionably. Taylin and Lydia had explained what they found and it creeped Spencer out just a tad bit. "Yes, and we're talking 40 years." Taylin told Spencer and Allison, whom is sitting by Lydia on the bed. "On average, that's.. 4.95 a year, which is..." Allison walked into the room, pulling a shirt on. "Actually expected. But who commemorates that with a framed number? Who does that? Who?" Spencer told the others, her voice hoarse and quiet, but loud enough for Taylin, Allison and Lydia to hear. "All suicides?" Allison asked her cousin. "Yes." Lydia answered the two. "Hanging, throat-cutting, pill-popping, both-barrels-of-a-shotgun-in-the-mouth suicides. I don't know about you, but me, I.." Taylin trailed off, Lydia nodding in agreement. Spencer glanced at her younger sister. Spencer admits that ever since they arrived, she noticed Taylin acting a bit off, like.. Not herself. Lydia, on the other hand, may be her Banshee side talking. "Which.. Which one do you want?" Lydia heard a man's voice, Taylin felt movement, and almost pain. Taylin gasped, Spencer turned to face her. Lydia tilted her head. "Did you hear that?" She asked in confusion. Taylin, Allison and Spencer glanced at one another in confusion, shaking their heads. "Hear what?" Spencer asked. "I don't know. The smaller one. I guess." Lydia turned her head towards the air, Taylin feeling the emotion. Lydia turned her head toward the air conditioning vent behind her. Taylin closed her eyes, drawing the emotion in. Spencer and Allison watched, concerned and confused. "Tay?" Spencer asked wearily. Lydia heard the man's voice. "It's okay. Smaller's better. There's less kick." Lydia stood, turning to face the vent completely, stepping into the bed, walking towards it. "I'll chamber the round. All right, so..." Taylin gasped, feeling their emotions. "Wait, Wait." The women told him. "When do I.. I mean, do you count?" The man nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I'll-I'll-I'll count to three." The man replied to her. "So after three or on three?" The woman asked. "You tell me." The man told her. Lydia and Taylin both shuddered in fear. Both Allison and Spencer looked at the two in worry, walking closer. "Lydia? Taylin?" They both asked. "Oh, my god, oh, my god." Lydia whispered. Taylin widened her eyes. "Lydia.." Taylin whimpered. Lydia heard gunshots, one after the other. Lydia gasped, backing away, covering her mouth in horror. Taylin stood stiff, feeling the emotions, pain, fear, denial. "What is it Lydia?" Allison asked. "Taylin, what is it?" Spencer asked. Lydia stepped onto the floor. "The two people in the other room... they shot each other." Lydia ran toward the door, opening it, running out into the breeze way. Allison looked after in absolute confusion. Taylin followed after Lydia, making Spencer frown in confusion.
Spencer stopped out into the breeze way, hearing voices. She turned around, seeing Scott standing there with claws and yellow eyes. "You, you broke my heart, you left me." Scott cried in anger. Spencer gasped. "Scott?" She asked weakly. She heard another voice. "Why did I bother? Your weak." The sound of her mother made her turn. "I'm not weak." Spencer strongly told her. Her mother smirked. "Baby, your weak, how can you be? Scott doesn't love you, your sister, cousin, your father nor your aunt loves you, your just stupid little weak girl who recently found out about all things supernatural, pathetic." Ashley Argent told her daughter. Spencer gasped, thinking of her words. "You're right, I'm useless, I'm weak, I'm too poor and I loose everyone I care about." Spencer weeped. She didn't notice she was standing on gas that was spilt, and another person on the other side of the bus. Spencer held a flame thrower in her hand. She kept hearing voices, voices she once knew. "Oh, poor Spencer, you lost our mommy and daddy, ooh, you lost poor Scotty. Hm, why am I your sister again? Oh, wait, I was born, just to be you, but stronger." The voice of Taylin Argent rang through Spencer's ears. "I want to be stronger than that, Tay, I'm trying Okay? I know I'm not the perfect sister you always wanted, but I love you, you know I always protected you!" Spencer yelled, tears running down her face. "Spencer!" A voice yelled, Spencer ignored it. Spencer stood, holding a flare in her hand. She saw figures, but they weren't figures, they were illusions. "Your weak." Ashley told her daughter. "Useless." Taylin told her sister. "No daughter of mine is weak." Derek told his daughter. Spencer stood, tears falling fast.
As Spencer was standing in a puddle of gas with a flare in her hand. After rescuing Scott from the frenzy. They all searched. "Guys!" Scott yelled as he ran on the other side from where he stood by the other side of the bus. "Spence?" Scott asked. "I'm not weak!" Spencer yelled, tears running down. "You're not weak, Spence, your strong." Allison choked. "I'm useless, how can I help when I'm just as useless?" Spencer asked. Lydia choked a sob. "You're not useless, your the encyclopedia, you know things that we never could." Lydia told her. "Did you know, I was bullied when I was young? I was teased for having hearing loss, I was teased because I was held back a year, I was teased because I was raised by a single mother." Spencer choked. Allison and Scott already knew, but tears brimmed their eyes. Lydia choked a sob, Stiles frowned. "Spence, listen to me, your strong, your the best friend I ever had." Stiles stepped forward. "There's no hope." Unconsciously repeating Scott's words. "There's always hope." Allison repeated her words. "There's always hope, and faith." Scott told her. "I don't believe in faith, Scott. I gave up on that a long time ago." Spencer told her. Spencer looked down, thinking of her past. Scott, Stiles, Allison and Lydia stared, confused, and worried for Spencer.
Spencer teared up. "You know, I had dreamed of meeting my dad, I didn't even know who he was until I walked into Deaton's." Spencer told them. "I remember that day." Scott smiled. Scott had explained the supernatural with Allison and Derek's help. "You guys helped me, discover who I really am. You Scott, you have me my life, you told me the truth when my mother couldn't." Spencer teared up. "Alli, you and uncle Chris, thank you for taking me and my sister in when my mother couldn't, your the only family I have left." Allison sniffled. Spencer turned to her sister. "Taylin Marie Argent, you are the light of my dark, you are my anchor to my ship, thank you for being you. I love you." Spencer had tears. "Spencer, don't." Scott stepped forward, although soaked in gasoline again. Stiles stepped forward as well. "Spence, listen to us, you, you can't give up on us." Stiles started to say. "Spence." Scott murmured softly, making Spencer turn to her. "I love you, Spencer Alaine, I love you, and I never thought I'd love again after Allison, but I did. Allison told me about you, I know everything, and I need you, I need my anchor. Spence, let me help you." Scott taken a step forward, slowly towards Spencer. "We're in this together." Allison stepped forward. "You're my cousin, together." Taylin stepped forward, choking. "Your my sister, I need you, don't leave me yet, together forever." Stiles stepped forward. "You're like a sister to me, we need you." Scott glanced at Stiles, Stiles glanced at Allison, who glanced at Taylin, who looked to Scott. They nodded slowly to Scott. Scott gently takes the flare from Spencer's hand, tossing it behind the five of them. A breeze felt through, making the flare roll towards the pool of gasoline. "No!" Lydia screamed, making Allison and Taylin turn to her. Lydia ran forward to all of them, pushing all of them out of the pool of gasoline, knocking them to the ground. The pool of gasoline then ablaze, almost as if exploded. Spencer then looked at Scott. Stiles, Allison, Lydia and Taylin glanced at them. "Scott?" Spencer asked, confused. All of the sudden, a creature in a black cloak and a monstrous, gray, slashed face with blue eyes glared toward Lydia, disappearing entirely. Scott sighed in relief, hugging his newfound love to his chest. "Spencer, you're okay." He breathed. Spencer had tears running down her cheeks. Allison, Stiles, Taylin and Lydia laughed as they gotten up from the ground.
Scott, Stiles and Spencer sat on the left side of the aisle, in a row, whilst Taylin, Allison and Lydia sat on the right side of the aisle, in a row. All of them were asleep, unaware of the coach and other students climbing onto the bus. "I don't want to know. I really don't want to know, but in case you missed the announcement, the meet's cancelled, so we're heading home. Pack it in. Pack it in!" Coach's voice boomed, waking them all up. Spencer yawned, jumping into the seat with Scott as Scott wrapped an arm around the back of the seat. Ethan sat behind the two. "I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life." Spencer smiled softly. "Actually, I saved your life." Stiles told him, pointing from him to Ethan. "But not that it matters that much. It's just—it's minor detail." Ethan just ignored him, looking from Scott to Spencer, then back to Scott. "So I'm gonna give you something. "We're pretty sure Derek's still alive." Spencer sat up straighter, but wincing. Scott and Ethan both notice. "But he killed one of us. That means one of three things can happen." He looked from Scott to Spencer. "Either he joins our pack..." Spencer widens her eyes. "And kills his own." Scott added in. Ethan nodded, then glancing at Spencer. "Or we'll use Spencer as leverage, and she won't see you again." Scott understood that part. Ethan stood, walking away. Spencer sighed. "At least my dad may be alive." Scott glanced at her. Lydia looked towards the Coach, looking at the whistle around his neck in realization. "Coach, can I see your whistle for a second?" Scott and Spencer glanced at the girl in confusion. "What's that?" Coach asked. Lydia started to take off the whistle without waiting for an answer. She covered the top of the whistle, blowing, turning her hand for Scott, Stiles, Spencer, Allison and Taylin to see. Purple power covered it. Taylin's eyes widened. "Wolfsbane." She murmured. "So every time the coach blew the whistle on the bus. Scott, Spencer, Isaac, Ethan—." Stiles started. "And Boyd." Spencer piped in. "We all inhaled it." Scott told them. "You were all poisoned by it." Allison told them. "So that's how the Durach got into our heads." Spencer told them all. Their heads turned. "That's how he did it." She finished. Stiles eyed the whistle, standing, reaching for it, pulling it away, turning towards the window, opening it. "Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!" Coach told him. Stiles tossed the whistle outside. "Stiles!" The whistle landed on the pavement. Spencer sighed, leaning against Scott, as the bus drove away on the way back to Beacon Hills.
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