Joan never got nervous at school, unless there was some type of homicidal being that could kill them at any moment in class, but otherwise she was calm and collected. On the day of the PSAT, Joan would say she was mildly nervous, but prepared – mostly for the math problems not a new assassin.

          As the pack waited anxiously in their line to start the test, Joan absentmindedly scratched her wrist in impatience. This had been the third time Joan took the PSAT, and it's never taken this long to prepare the classroom.

          "Where's Lydia?" Kira suddenly asks, looking around at the group in confusion.

          Stiles shrugged, "She's took it her freshman year."

          "Then why's Joan here?"

          "'Cause the more practice you get with taking a test imagine how prepared you'd be for taking the real thing!" Joan explained, a grin spread across her lips. The pack stared at Joan in confusion, wondering why she'd want to waste her Saturday on a test she's already taken. "Fine... I couldn't stay home without loosing my mind in worry and such so I thought coming here would help get my mind off things."

          "Does that mean I could have taken it some other time?" Malia quickly asks, her back leaning against the lockers. If she could be anywhere else in the world, she would defiantly take up that opportunity.

          Scott sighed, patting Malia's shoulder in reassurance, "Malia, you studied harder for this than any of us."

         "Doesn't mean I'm gonna do good," Malia grumbled in response, kicking her shoe against the tile floor.

          Stiles coughed under his breath, mutter: "Well..."

          Malia arches an eyebrow at the human, confusion written all over her face, "Well, what?"

         "It's do well, not good," Stiles corrected awkwardly, scratching his neck. 

         "Oh, God!" Malia panicked, fearing of not passing being the only thought in her mind. "Okay, okay."

         "You're doing this, because while we're trying not to die, we still need to live," Scott insisted. "If I survive high school, I'd like to go to college. A good college."

          Joan nodded, "Malia, you're really smart you just gotta believe in yourself!"

          "It's only three hours, too," Kira inputs, hoping on reassuring her nervous group of friends. "We can survive three hours."

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          Joan smiled politely at the man handing out the test booklets and pencils, as well as Ms. Martin. She made sure to grab two pencils before leaving the front desk and walking towards Ms. Martin.

          "Cell phone in the envelope, Joan. You'll get it back after the test," Ms. Martin ordered, waiting expectantly for Joan to place her phone into the small envelope. Joan nodded, reluctantly placing her phone in the envelop before taking a seat in front of Stiles. 

          She quickly turned around in her seat, rolling her eyes at Stiles who happened to have had pencils behind his ears and in his mouth. She gave him two thumbs up, mumbling a quick good luck to the spastic boy. He replied with a smile, the pencil still in between his teeth, and a wink. Joan rolled her eyes, laughing softly under her breath, before turning back around in her seat.

          "Please do not open the test booklet until you are instructed to do so," the man explained, his eyes watching as Stiles was about to open his test booklet. "This test is two hours and 10 minutes. There will be two 25-minute critical reading sections, two 25-minute math sections and an essay writing portion that will last 30 minutes." The man paused, looking at Ms. Martin and around the classroom before speaking up once again, "There are supposed to be two teachers monitoring this exam."

          Ms. Martin nodded her head, I know. It's Coach. He's not exactly punctual. Um, let me just try him again." She quickly left the room, leaving the nervous classroom full of teens to anxiously wait.

          Once Ms. Martin came back, she was still alone with an apologetic look on her face, "I can't find him, but Mr. Yukimura is upstairs grading papers. Do you want me to try him?" 

          The man shook his head, gesturing towards his watch, "We have to start. We can ask for his assistance during the first break." He looked at the class one last time before pressing the start time of his stopwatch, "You may now open your test booklets and begin."

          Once the words were uttered from his mouth, Joan started reading the first paragraph of the selected reading. Her hand was placed upon her head which her right hand, while her left began to bubbled in answers. 

          She continued to read the same sentence over and over again, unable to understand it properly. Her head began to pound the longer she continued to look at the sentence and try to comprehend it. It was a simple sentence, but Joan's mind suddenly seemed fuzzy the longer she was stayed stuck on the sentence.

         She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to relieve the saddening pounding against her skull. Out of no where she fell out of her seat, the pain in her head and the sudden dizziness getting the best of her.

          "Joan!" Ms. Martin's muffled voice called, rushing over to the girl on the ground while the pack made a move to stand up and help her. "Are you alright?"

          Joan nodded lightly, her free arm steading herself upon her desk, "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine... Just got a bit dizzy."

          Ms. Martin nodded, her eyes falling down to Joan's arm. She slowly rolled up her sleeve, now able to see what looked like a bright red rash along her wrist. "Joan, how long have you had this?"

          Joan gapped at the markings on her skin, "Uh, I don't know..."

          "Do I need to stop the test?" the man asked, an underlining tone of annoyance barely heard in his voice.

          Ms. Martin quickly shook her head, helping Joan back into her seat, "No, um, it's fine. Everybody stay in your seats. I'll, um, be back in a minute. Nobody leaves the room." Within seconds, Ms. Martin was out the door in a hurry, her phone in hand. Joan looked down at her wrist in confusion, trying her best to ignore the multiple stares she was receiving from everyone in the room.

          The sound of Ms. Martin screaming at several students caught everyone's attention, causing the group of students to quickly run out of the classroom to see what was going on. Ms. Martin shook her head, shooing the class back into the classroom with the wave of her hand, "Back to your seats. Now. Please."

          The CDC came minutes later, quickly putting the school under quarantine. Once they had finished setting up, they quickly grabbed Joan with Ms. Martin and Scott. Joan uneasily followed, turning her head to look at Stiles and Malia behind her shoulder. The two, including Kira, had concerned looks on their faces, hoping that Joan was going to be okay.

          Joan sat uncomfortably in the 'bubble' the CDC had made as Scott and Ms. Martin talked. She wasn't listening to their conversation, her mind only focusing on the ever growing rash upon her arms and the fact that she felt like the walls were slowly closing in on her.

           Ms. Martin reassuringly patted Joan's knee, sending her a reassuring smile before exiting the bubble, now only leaving Joan and Scott. Joan sighed, squeezing her eyes shut. "Hey, you're gonna be okay," Scott explained, trying to cheer up Joan.

          Joan shook her head, "I know... It's just that... I came to take the PSAT today in hopes of not having to deal with any assassin related problems, now instead of taking a multiple choice test I'm in a bubble that I feel is slowly trying to suffocate me..." She paused, feeling her heart pound against her chest, "I'm sorry for lashing out... I'm just terrified. I just got out of the hospital and now this..."

          "There's no need to be sorry," Scott replied, taking Joan's hand in reassurance. "It's not your fault, and hopefully this has nothing to do with the Dead Pool. Hopefully Ms. Martin's right about it being nothing more than a scare."

          Joan nodded, thankful that Scott was there beside her. "I'm gonna go check up on everyone else. If anything happens, someone will come and get you, or you can scream," Scott explained before leaving Joan alone in solitude. She slowly laid her head upon the cot they had provided her, her eyes slowly closing as sleep overcame her.

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          The moment Joan when shaken awake was the moment she knew something was terribly wrong. She was hoping that Scott or anyone in the pack would need to take her from her bubble, but it seemed as if the world had a different plan in mind.

          Joan groggily opened her eyes, immediately seeing Mr. Yukimura, "Come on, Joan. We have to go see Scott and your friends." Joan nodded, accepting Mr. Yukimura's arm for support as she stood up.

          The duo quickly made their way through the halls, pausing every now and then when they heard footsteps coming. Once the finally made it to the locker room that held the pack, Joan was embraced in a tight hug from Stiles. "They wouldn't let any of us see you. Thank god you're ok."

          Joan chuckled weakly, wrapping her arms around Stiles, "Yeah, well, I'm happy I'm doing well to. It's good to see that none of you are dead yet. What's going on?"

          "It seems like the virus is affecting the two of you in a way it won't hit any human being," Mr. Yukimura explained, motioning towards Scott's glowing eyes and Malia's inability to remove her claws.

          "You guys have to stay out of sight," Stiles explained, running his fingers through his hair with one hand while he kept the other around Joan's waist to keep her steady. "We have to quarantine you from the quarantine."

          "Where then?" Joan questioned, looking at her friends in worry. "We have no idea if they're gonna loose control or not."

          "We shouldn't stay in here. Not in the locker room," Scott concluded, anxiously looking at his friends in hopes of them figuring out what to do.

          "A classroom is not going to hold us," Malia added hopelessly.

           "What about the basement?" Kira suggested.

          Scott shook his head in disagreement, "Too many ways out. We need something secure. Somewhere nobody can find us."

          "The vault," Stiles mumbled, his eyes widening. "We can use the Hale vault!" The group quickly stumbled their way into Coach's off, successfully find a set of blue prints of the school.

          "The Hales always have an escape route. Like their house," Scott explained, pointed at the blueprints before them. "There has to be another way in."

         "This is where the school sign is, so the vault's got to be right about here," Stiles adds, showing them where the sign is located.

           Mr. Yukimura nodded, looking closely at the blueprints, "I suppose if there's a second entrance, it would probably be accessible from the basement."

          "It's probably somewhere in this hallway. West corridor," Stiles mumbles. Moments later he looses his balance, causing Joan and Mr. Yukimura to come to his aid. "Whoa."

          Mr. Yukimura looked at Stiles in concern, seeing the rash beginning to appear along Stiles' arms, "It's happening to you too. You're getting sick. You all are."

          Kira shook her head, looking at her father in confusion, "I don't feel sick."

          "I think it's affecting you differently, neurologically. I found your test answers here in a pile with the others," Mr. Yukimura explained, presenting the group with Kira's score sheet. Instead of having bubbled in the circles, Kira had bubbled the sides instead. 

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         After having devised a plan of Mr. Yukimura making sure that people didn't notice their disappearance, the pack hurriedly stumbled to the basement in hopes of finding the entrance of the Hale vault. Joan tried looking around as closely as possible, her energy coming back slowly, but surely.

          Her eyes roamed the walls, occasionally stopping to see if she had missed something. She had made her way over to Stiles, the two looking at a shelf suspiciously. Stiles silently moves several canisters of cleaning supplies, spotting the 'key' to the vault.

          "Hey, guys... Over here," Stiles called, himself and Scott moving the shelf as best as they could. Once the shelf was removed, the pack saw the triskelion symbol across the wall, proving that it was the entrance to the Hale vault. "Look at the cracks in the wall. It's like the entrance outside, it only opens with claws. Anyone's claws, right?"

          Stiles looked over at Scott hopefully, praying that they wouldn't have to tell Malia that she was Peter's daughter, but sadly Scott shook his head. "Um... Malia, can you try?"

         "Why me?" Malia asks suspiciously, crossing her arms over her chest.

          "I don't have control," Scott answered, showing her that his claws weren't out, unlike hers. Joan resisted the urge to let out a sigh of relief, happy that thought had come up with a quick response.

          Malia slowly nodded, taking a step forward before pausing. "Okay. I'll do it. But first tell me what you've been hiding from me," she negotiated, causing them to stare at her with wide eyes.

         They couldn't just tell her that she was related to Peter right then and there. Who knew how she'd react while being sick. She could either go on a total rampage or be completely calm about it, but they didn't want to find out, especially if her reaction would be the former.

          "I know you think you're trying to protect me, but I can handle it," Malia insisted, looking at Stiles, Scott, and Joan confidently. After several moments of the three stumbling over their words, Malia finally cut in, "I know I'm on the list."

          "Yes..." Stiles hesitantly spoke, pointing at Malia.

          "So how much?"

         "How much what?" Joan asked sheepishly.

          Malia rolled her eyes, "How much am I worth?"

          "Four million," Scott provided, the group looking at Malia intently. She remained quiet for several moment, her expression passive. 

         "Malia, you okay?" Joan asked, taking a step forward.

          Malia nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah. Scott's worth twenty-five. Kira, six. They'll take you guys out way before me." After that, she trotted over to the vault's lock and placed her claws in the holes and beginning to turn the lock. Moments later the wall opened, allowing the pack inside the Hale vault. They slowly walked inside, their eyes wide. Now, all they had to do was hope that they could figure out a way to save Scott, Malia, and Kira.