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chapter fifty
❝  i gotta say it's hard to be brave
when you're alone in the dark ❞
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Eight year old Kennedy held onto her dads hand, her stuffed bunny in her arms. Next to her, was her mother, Sloane. Sloane gave her daughter a gentle smile. The three of them walked into the Boys Locker room. Kennedy's big hazel eyes looked at her cousin, who was on the shower floor. When he looked up, his eyes were their werewolf electric blue, and his fangs were bared. Kennedy shrunk back in fear, but her mom comfortingly rubbed her back. Peter turned off the water as Sloane grabbed Derek by his shirt. Kennedy watched as her mom lifts Derek with a simple tug. Sloane's eyes turn red, and instantly Derek's eyes turn back to their normal green.

"I thought," Derek breathed. "I thought I could control it."

Peter looks at his nephew. "All this risk? Just for a basketball game?"

Derek shook his head. "It's the finals. They need me."

The young Hale pushed by. Sloane scoffed. "To do what, exactly?" Kennedy turns as she watches Derek stumble onto the lockers. "Rip someone's throat out on the court?"

"Even born wolves have to learn control on a full moon, Derek." Peter said, standing next to his wife.

"Yeah, but it's supposed to be easier for us, why does it hurt like this?" Derek snaps, looking up at his aunt and uncle. Kennedy held on tighter to her stuffed bunny. Why did her parents have to bring her along? Kennedy was only eight, she didn't need to learn much about this until she was at least twelve or thirteen.

Peter walked over. "Did you bring it?"

"It's not working-"

The elder Hale cut him off. "Did you bring it?"
Derek breathed heavily as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out an object. It had a triskele symbol. Kennedy had one like that in her room, carved into her armoire. "Go ahead."

Panting, Derek looks up at the couple. "I told you, it's not working."

Sloane slams her hand on the locker, her claws scratching at the metal. "Do it!"

Derek glanced at young Kennedy, who silently sat there, staring up at him. "Alpha, Beta, Omega,"

"Again."

"Alpha, Beta, Omega," Derek fell to his knees, and Kennedy saw the emotionless look on her parents faces.

Sloane rose a brow, as if she was bored. "Again."

"Alpha, Beta, Omega," Kennedy looked at Derek fearfully as his eyes turned blue, and his teeth were bared.

"Again!"

"Alpha, Beta, Omega. Alpha, Beta, Omega," As if timed perfectly, Sloane put her hands over Kennedy, ears, the loud scream from Derek being muffled.

The youngest Hale pulled away from her mom. Peter and Sloane watched as their daughter approached the screaming beta. Derek's electric blue eyes landed on Kennedy as she reached out, holding out her small hand. Derek seethed as he looks at her. She wasn't scared of him, even with the glowing eyes, pointy teeth, and claws. He was just Derek.

Kennedy opened the door to the animal clinic. The boys carried in Derek, placing him on the metal table. Deaton looked down, shocked. "Wow." Is all he said.

Stiles looks op. "Wow? Wow as in, I've seen this before and I know exactly what to do, kind of wow? 'Cause that's the kind of wow we were hoping for." He rambled.

Deaton looked at the human boy. "I think you might be overestimating my abilities." He answers.

Kennedy grabs Derek's hands, "He's cold." She stated, looking back at the veterinarian. Deaton began urgently looking over Derek's body, studying everything. "Really cold." Kennedy said worriedly.

Scott watched Deaton beginning today check over the Hale. "Do you think this is permanent?" Asked Scott.

"I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate." Deaton mumbled, studying Derek's eyes. He looked at the four teens. "This is well beyond my experience."

"So what do we do with him?" Asks Stiles. Kennedy looks back down at Derek, remembering the teenage version of him well.

Deaton shrugs. "Until he wakes up? Probably not much. It might be best to leave him with me. He'll be safe here."

Kennedy spoke up, "You mean from Kate?" She countered.

Deaton glanced up. "If she's alive and she is what you say she is, she won't be able to walk past that gate." Kennedy glanced back down at Derek, wishing she knew how to fix him herself. She hadn't seen him in a month, and she felt like she abandoned him.

Lydia shook her head. "Why would she want do this to him?" She asked.

"Knowing Kate, it's probably for a reason that won't be any good for anyone but her." Deaton explained.

Stiles leaned onto the table, "And bad for everyone else." He scoffed.

Deaton nodded, looking at the group, "You guys should probably go home. He doesn't look to be in any danger. So maybe the rest of you should get some sleep?" He gives them all a knowing smile. They all appeared to be exhausted. And from what they've done the past two days, he didn't blame them. "It is a school night. And you all need to start taking care of your own lives again."

"Someone should stay with you." Scott says.

Lydia spoke up. "I'll stay." Lydia chirps. "My grades are fine. Despite missing a few classes."

Kennedy pointed her finger. "I'm so not okay with this. I should stay too-"

"No. You have lots of sleep to catch up on. You're severely jetlagged." Stiles says, pointing at the girl

"Guys, go." Lydia ushered.

"No." Kennedy huffed.

Scott walks by. "Text us if anything happens." Stiles picked up Kennedy, putting her on his shoulder.

"Nope, still not okay with it. Not going anywhere." Says Stiles. Kennedy slaps his back, "All right, just 'cause you're the guy here, doesn't mean you can drag me around."

Scott climbed onto his bike, waving goodbye to both Stiles and Kennedy. "Considering Peter won't be back until tomorrow, you're staying at mine." Stiles explains.

Kennedy sat in the passenger seat of the Jeep. "I can stay at the apartment by myself." She retorts, buckling in.

"Not when murderous Kate Argent is out there!" Stiles says pointedly, starting the Jeep. Kennedy rolls her eyes, looking out the window. The two fell into a silence. How much had changed between them? A lot, but how much was going to change more? They hadn't seen each other in a month, but they did kiss back in Mexico. Stiles tapped on the wheel. "How was Europe?"

"Good," Kennedy answers, "Tried lots of food."

Stiles nodded slowly. "Saw that on Instagram." He took a glance at her. "You, Isaac, and Ethan."

Kennedy nods, "Crazy, right?" She laughed. "Months before that, Isaac would've killed Ethan, and now they're actually friends." She said with a smile. Stiles nods, still a thought on his mind. Kennedy watched him, smelling the scent of jealousy. She didn't call it out, instead she waited.

"Did, did you and Isaac ever-"

"No," Kennedy says finally. "We hung out one on one once. It was some pizza place. But other than that, it was too weird after everything that happened." The Hale glanced at her hands, "I didn't want to be with anyone else other than," She slowly trailed off, causing Stiles to side eye her.

"Other than?"

Kennedy rolls her eyes. "You know," She groaned.

"But I want to hear you say it." Stiles pushed. Kennedy groaned in frustration, causing the boy to slowly smile. He reached over, poking her arm. "Come on, Kenny, say it."

"Other than you!" Stiles let out a loud cheer, causing Kennedy to slap the back of his head.

"OW!"

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Kennedy walked into Stiles's house, watching the boy carry both of their bags in. "Where's the rest?" Stiles asked, knowing she definitely didn't just bring one suitcase.

"With my dad," She answered shortly. Stiles nods, rolling her suitcase along the floor. Kennedy followed Stiles down the hall, to where his room and the guest bedroom were.

Stiles threw his bag to his door, "My dads probably working late tonight, but he won't mind you sleeping here," He said, gesturing to the guest room. Kennedy slowly nods, walking inside. "I'll, uh," Stiles scratched the back of his head. "See you in the morning?"

"Stiles?"

The human boy turned around "What?" He asked, looking at Kennedy.

The Hale smiled, "We have school tomorrow, right?" She asked slowly. Stiles nods. He walks towards the door, turning around.

"I like your new hair, by the way," He says, gesturing to the big difference in  color.

"Thanks," Kennedy chirped, "Goodnight, Stiles." Stiles awkwardly closes the door, heading to his own room.

Kennedy slipped out of her clothes (she'd definitely be getting rid of the shirt now that it was covered in blood and dirt), changing into a matching pink tank top and shorts. She turned off the light, climbing into the guest bed. She wrapped herself in the blankets, her eyes fluttering shut as she eventually drifted to sleep.

Kate Argent, or known as Kate Smith to Kennedy, looked at the young girl. "Kenny, I'm going to get the car started so you can finish up your drawing, okay? And then you and I are going to go get ice cream!"

Ten year old Kennedy smiled wide. "I love ice cream!" Kennedy beams. Kate walked away, leaving the girl at her small desk to color her drawing.

It wasn't long until the room was filled with smoke.

Little Kennedy looked around in confusion. She slowly climbed out of her desk, walking to the door. She was wearing a pink dress. It was her favorite dress her mom bought her. Kennedy grabbed her stuffed bunny, opening the door and walking into the hall. As she did, screams filled the girls ears. "Momma! Dad!"

Kennedy ran to the basement, trying to find her family. The smell of smoke caused the little girl to scrunch her nose. Sloane Hale-Valet reached through the bars of the basement, trying to get out. She turned around, "Kennedy!"

"Momma, what's going on?" Kennedy asks as her mom rushes over. Kennedy could hear the screams of her family in another room, smoke filling the large space.

Sloane looks up the stairs. "Did you leave the door open?" She asks. Kennedy shook her head. "Son of a bitch," Sloane hissed. The basement door locked from the outside, you could come in, but you couldn't come out. "Kennedy, my love, I need you to go."

"Momma, whats wrong with the door?"

"It's locked." Sloane answered. Kennedy's eyes widened in realization. They were all locked down here. And the fire was spreading. "There's a window in the back room. You need to get out."

Kennedy shook her head. "Momma, no!"

"Go!"

Scared, Kennedy ran out of her moms arms, rushing to the small room. She saw the small window, climbing onto the dresser. The youngest Hale grabbed onto the bars, pulling as hard as she can. She snapped her head as she heard loud, familiar, screams. It was Aunt Talia. Kennedy's eyes widened in horror. She began to pull on the bars harder and harder. "Dad!" She screamed out, hoping he was outside, ready to rescue her. "Daddy!" Kennedy screams as she turns around, seeing the door ignite into flames. She stayed on the dresser, cradling herself in the corner. She could hear her moms howls of pain, causing Kennedy to scream and cry. She coughed and coughed as smoke filled her lungs, her face covered in hot tears.

Fire was everywhere.

The little girl cries as she hides in the corner, her entire family burning alive. The fire was inching close, but she kept trying to crawl away. "Dad!" She screams. "Dad!"

Peter Hale cried as he cradles his dead wife in his arms. He is head snaps at the sound of his daughters cries. "Kennedy!" He slowly puts down Sloane's body, now prioritizing his daughters life over his own. "Kennedy, where are you!?"

"Dad, I'm scared!" Kennedy cried. She wanted her mom. She wanted her dad. She wanted Auntie Talia, or Auntie Kate.

"I know, Bunny, I'm coming," He pants, looking around. Peter ran through the fire, slamming open the door. His eventually fall on the ten year old girl, cradling her stuffed bunny. He rushes over, ignoring the burning feeling in his body as he grabs the girl. "I got you, Bunny, I got you."

Kennnedy clutched onto her dad, hearing him scream as his body burns in the flames. He protects the little girl, who clutched her bunny tightly. As he carried her away, Kennedy saw the basement. The bodies everywhere. People her family knew. Her face was covered in tears as she saw Auntie Talia, who was severely burnt. Kennedy's eyes landed on a familiar face.

Her mom.

"Momma!" Kennedy screeched, reaching her hand out. Peter felt tears well up in his eyes, wishing he could've prevented the little girl from seeing that. Sloane's body leaned against the wall, the fire beginning to take her over. She had died from smoke inhalation, but the fire wasn't much help
either. Kennedy screamed and screamed as she realized everyone was dead. Her aunt, her cousins, her friends, her mom.

Everyone was dead.

Kennedy shot up in her bed, screaming in terror. The door slammed open and Kennedy instantly flung herself into the corner of the room. Stiles froze up in shock, seeing his former girlfriend on the ground, hugging her knees in fear.

"Ken?"

The Hale's eyes were filled with tears as she looks up. She looks around the room, realizing where she was. It wasn't Hale House. There was no fire. She wasn't the same ten year old girl anymore. Kennedy breathed heavily, slowly standing up. "Sorry, I'm sorry." Kennedy breathed out. "I had a bad dream,"

Stiles walked over, his hand on her arm. "About what?" He asked her, looking into her eyes. Kennedy glanced up.

"The fire."

The boy's face softened. Ever since Kennedy got her memories back just under a year ago, she hadn't talked about the fire itself. She remembered it, but she didn't share what she remembered with anyone. Not even Peter or Derek. Kennedy purses her lips into a thin line. Instead of saying anything, Stiles pulls her into his arms. Kennedy tensed up for a moment, before relaxing in his embrace. Stiles's fingers raked through her hair. She felt safe. Kennedy always felt safe with Stiles, Always.

Stiles slowly pulled away, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Why don't you come sleep in my room, alright?" His voice was soft.

Kennedy shook her head. "No, no. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Kenny," Stiles cut in, causing her to look back up. "Just come on." He held out his hand, causing Kennedy to look down at it. She wasn't sure at first, but she ends up taking it. Stiles slowly walks out of the guest bedroom, leading the girl into his.

She looks around the familiar space. "I never thought I'd miss a room so much." Kennedy joked. Stiles scratched the back of his neck. Kennedy looked at Stiles. It was a little awkward, the two of them in here again. "Was it too soon?"

Stiles looked back, frowning in confusion. "What do you mean?" He asked, unsure.

"The kiss." She stated, clasping her hands together. "We broke up a month ago, and we didn't know what we wanted to do when I got back. Was the kiss too soon? Was it inappropriate? Are you mad at me?" Stiles smiled, stepping closer. "Cause I'm sorry. I just, I really missed you, and I guess I wasn't expecting to see you, and I didn't think about how you felt, and-"

Stiles cuts her off, pulling her in for a kiss. This time, it's more. It's passionate, filled with every emotion he's felt the past month. Longing, anger, love, pining, craving. Kennedy closed her eyes, instantly melting into the kiss. Stiles placed his hands on her hips, pushing her back slightly. Kennedy felt her back press against the door, closing it loudly. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Stiles gripped the back of her legs, lifting her up. Kennedy wrapped her legs around him, feeling his hands land on her ass (authors note, i laugh at the word butt so we're gonna use ASS). Kennedy tugged on his hair as their make out session intensified. She had missed him, so much, and everything in her was screaming in excitement.

Stiles carries the girl to the bed. As she lands on the mattress, she grabs his shirt, tugging it off effortlessly. Kennedy's hands ran up his bare chest as his lips attacked her neck. Her lips parted slightly, moaning in pleasure. His fingers tugged down her shorts. Stiles's hand traveled between her thighs. Kennedy gasped out in surprise, letting out a loud moan in response. Stiles pulled away, leaning down to the girls face.

"Tell me how much you missed me."

His voice was lower, more possessive than usual. It was sexier, in a way. Kennedy sat up, tugging off her tank top quickly. Stiles looked over the girl, kissing her again. Kennedy felt his fingers between her thighs, causing her to moan into the kiss. Her hands traveled to his pants, palming him through the plaid pajama pants.

Stiles groaned into her mouth, pulling away completely. He quickly grabbed his pants, tugging them down. Kennedy smirked up at him as she pulled him down, flipping them on the bed. Stiles's back hit the mattress, the girl straddling him. He let out a groan in pleasure, his eyes landing on Kennedy. Her pace started slow, as if teasing him mercilessly. His hands gripped her hips tightly. Kennedy picked up pace, both of them letting out shameless moans.

Kennedy leaned forward, kissing Stiles, down his jaw, down his neck. Stiles pulled away, flipping their position again. Kennedy let out a shout of bliss as Stiles picked up pace. Kennedy's nails dug into his back in pleasure, neither of them embarrassed about their loud sounds bouncing off the walls. His hand connected with hers, placing themselves on the sides of her head.

It was like they couldn't get enough of each other. Every unsaid frustrating, longing, lustful moment the two had from the moment they broke up to now, was expressed through every single thing they did. It was two teenagers hopelessly in love with each other. It was euphoric, addictive to them both.

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The following morning, Scott and Stiles are walking to class. "So it's like 2 in the morning. I wake up and she's screaming and crying. She had a nightmare about the fire, probably from finding out about Kate." Stiles explains to Scott. "And then she came to sleep in my room; and we started talking."

Scott and Stiles look at each other. "And then what happens?" Scott asks. Stiles pauses on the steps, lifting up his shirt. Scratched were all up his back, symbolizing the long night of catching up he and Kennedy had. "Holy-" Scott whispers. eyes wide.

"Right on, right?" Stiles says, hopping up the last few steps. "After that we spent the rest of the night spooning."

Scott shrugs, holding his backpack straps. "I mean, this is a good thing. This means you guys are back together, right? You're dating?" Scott adds.

"I don't know," Stiles says, "I mean, I think so! But this morning, she left to run to her house to get her car and then pick up Malia." He told Scott, "And it won't be long until she knows I'm not telling her something."

"You mean Peter and Malia?" Scott inquired. Stiles nods. Nobody had told Kennedy about the truth; Malia was Peter's daughter. The reasoning behind this being; Kennedy had just gotten her dad back. If she finds out he cheated on her mom and got another woman pregnant, that would ruin her. Kennedy had been through enough, they didn't want to tell her this yet.

Stiles guiltily sighed. "We have to tell them, Scott."

Scott looked at Stiles, sighing. "Yeah, I know. I just, I don't know how."

The pair of best friends ended up in history class. Kennedy sat in the seat next to Malia, looking at her textbook in thought. Mr Yukimura wrote on the bored as he spoke. "It might surprise you to know that some of history's greatest leaders have had to endure some pretty great failures." He said turning to the students. Kennedy scribbles a note in red pen, trying to organize her thoughts as she took more notes then
necessary. She decided to do this for Malia. So that way when Malia looked at the notes, she'd have more information for the tests. "One you'll recognize from last night's reading failed in business, had a nervous breakdown, was defeated for both houses of Congress, and lost as Vice President, before he was finally elected as one of the greatest presidents that this country has ever seen." He studied the classmates around him. "Who was he?" He asked. A handful of classmates rose their hands, including Stiles and Kennedy. "Malia."

Kennedy turned her head, seeing a confused Malia. in the midst of highlighting a bunch of papers. Scott's phone begins to ring. "Scott, phones off." Mr. Yukimura scolds. "Malia? One of our greatest presidents. Gettysburg Address?" Malia flips through pages, trying to find where that would be. Kira waves her arm, trying to give the answer. Two more phones rings, "Phones off. Everyone." Stiles looks at his phones, shutting it off quickly. "Malia?" The Tate looks around, unsure. "Does anyone else know?" The entire class raises their hand, and Malia sinks in her chair.

Kennedy reached over, patting Malia's hand. "It's okay. You're still getting used to this." She assured the werecoyote. Malia smiles softly, even more thankful Kennedy was back.

Another phone goes off, "I said phones off!" Mr. Yukimura shouts.

Kira speaks up, "Dad, that was yours." She retorts.

Mr Yukimura frowns, "Oh." He mumbles. He awkwardly shuffles through his jacket, pulling out his phone. "Scott, call Lydia." He reads. Scott looked at Stiles, and both boys looked back at Kennedy.

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Kennedy stood in between both Scott and Stiles. "I don't think he's just younger in body. I think he's younger in his mind too." Deaton explains. Whilst the others were at school, Lydia and Deaton had stayed in the clinic. However, when Derek woke up, he had freaked, scratching Deaton, and running off.

"He didn't recognize either of us." Lydia sighed. She leaned onto the metal table. "And he looked like he was scared out of his mind."

Stiles shrugs, "So if you're a teenage werewolf and you're scared, where do you go?" He asked.

"A wolf goes back to its den. But Derek lives in a loft." Scott follows. Kennedy's heart sank.

Kennedy shakes his head. "Not when he was a teenager. He would've lived with me. In the Hale House." She whispered, looking back at Deaton for confirmation.

Deaton shook his head. "He wouldn't remember the fire. It wouldn't have happened yet." The group all look at one another. "Kennedy, I actually think it's best that you stay as far away from Derek as possible."

Stiles frowns, "What? But won't she be able to help?" He asked.

"Not when he thinks I'm ten years old." Kennedy states, looking back at Stiles. "He'll be able to recognize my scent, and I don't think I know how to explain to seventeen year old Derek how I'm sixteen all of this sudden."

The boys share a look, beginning to walk away. Lydia speaks up, "Hold on." Everyone looks at her. "Say you do manage to catch up to him? What are you going to say to him? That his whole family is dead?" Kennedy looks down sadly.

Scott sheepishly shrugged. "I guess I'm going to have to."

"Oh, good luck with that." Lydia said sarcastically.

Stiles looked over at the true alpha. "She's probably right. Maybe you shouldn't. You know, at least until we figure out how to get him back to normal." He explained. Scott looked over wildly at his best friend.

"I can't lie to him." He confessed.

The human shrugged. "Okay, I'll do it."

"I don't think any of us can. Remember, he can hear a heartbeat rising." Scott explained to the group. "When we find him, we tell him the truth."

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Kennedy sat in the Hale apartment, trying to find more ways to change her scent. She needed to help fix Derek. But she couldn't do that if she smelled like, well, herself. Knowing her dad would be at Derek's loft for the day, Kennedy tiptoes into the mans room. She opens a cabinet, filled with her moms old knickknacks. She grabs a bottle, written in some random language. Luckily, Kennedy knew what it was, and it was a way to block her scent.

As she put this on, her phone began to rang. She answered it, keeping it on speaker. "Hello?"

"Kennedy, it's Sheriff Stilinski,"

"Hey!" Kennedy beams, dabbing product on her skin.

"Listen, I, uh, have a weird thing at the station. There's a kid here, and his prints match up to your cousin, Derek." Noah explained. Kennedy paused her movements. "I know you're in Mexico-"

Kennedy closed the cap. "Are Stiles and Scott going to be there?"

"Well, I hope so because this has their names written all over it."

She smiled as she grabs another liquid, "I'll be there, alright? Don't worry." She explained as she hung up the phone. Kennedy sighed, opening the bottle and taking large gulps of the strange fluid. She scrunched her nose, finding the taste similar to mediocre. Sighing, she grabbed her things, and rushed to the door.

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Sheriff Stilinski looked between the three teens. "I want you to be honest with me." He leaned against his desk, looking at his son, then Scott, and then Kennedy. "Absolutely and completely honest." Everyone quickly nods. Kennedy looks at Noah, this being her first time seeing him since she got back. "Have you been time traveling?"

Stiles paused, shaking his head. "Hang on, what?" He asked. Kennedy snorted, covering her face as she bursted into giggles.

"Because if time traveling is real, you know what? I'm done. I'm out." Sheriff Stilinski glanced at Stiles with an exasperated look. "You're going to be driving me to Eichen House."

Scott pointed to where young Derek was outside. "We found him like that." He defended.

Sheriff shook his head in confusion. "Where? Swimming in the fountain of youth?"

"No." Stiles groaned.

"And how did you get involved in this?" Noah asks Kennedy, "Cause last I heard you were in London."

Kennedy speaks up, "Oh, I was clubbing in Mexico!" She says. Noah narrows his eyes in confusion.

Stiles spoke up, "We found him buried in a tomb of wolfsbane in an Aztec temple in Mexico underneath a church in the middle of a town that was destroyed by an earthquake." He rambled. Scott grimaced, knowing they hadn't told any of their parents that part of the trip. Kennedy looked at Stiles, confused.

Noah Stilinski stared at his son in disbelief. "You told me you were camping!" He whisper-shouted.

"We were!" Stiles eyeballs Kennedy, "It, it was in Mexico." Stiles added. Noah pointed at his son in anger, unsure what to say.

"Yeah, I didn't know either. Imagine my thoughts when I'm doing shots an a club and all of the sudden Malia and Kira are there!" Kennedy paused her movements in realizations. The girl points at Noah. "You didn't hear about the shots in a club part."

Scott spoke up, trying to get the conversation back on track. "Derek's been aged backwards. He can't remember anything." He explained. "He still thinks Kennedy's eleven."

"We just need to talk to him." Stiles adds.

Sheriff scoffed. "Yeah, well, so far he's not talking to anybody." Scott turned around, looking at Derek.

"He'll talk to me," He states finally. He makes a step towards the door, and Kennedy steps in front of him.

Kennedy puts a hand on Scott's chest. "My cousin is out there, turned into his teenage self. If you say or do anything that will jeopardize him or his safety, I will not only rip your throat out with my teeth, but I will eat it, vomit it back into your mouth, and then I will hide your body so profoundly well that not even the Calavera's will find it." Everyone in the room stared at Kennedy as she smiled innocently, cocking her head to the side. "Are we clear?"

Scott nervously nodded. Kennedy moved out of the way, letting Scott go and get Derek. Noah walked out of the room, following the McCall. Stiles walked over. "Yep, you're Peter's daughter alright." He said, looking down at her. "We should talk about, you know, us."

Kennedy looks over. "What do you mean?" She asks, furrowing a brow.

"Well, what we are, you know?"

Kennedy smirked, "Stiles, what did I say the first time we had a conversation like this?" She asked. Stiles paused, thinking back to almost a year ago.

"You haven't properly asked me yet." He quoted. Kennedy smiled, "Kennedy, will you-"

"No."

Stiles shook his head. "Wait, what?" He stuck his head out in surprise.

"I'm not going to be asked out in the Sheriffs Station." She deadpanned. "I crave romance, Stiles."

Scott and Derek walked in, and Derek sat down in front of the three teens. Stiles leaned onto the desk, paying attention to the conversation and trying to think of more romantic ways to ask out Kennedy. The Hale furrowed his brow, "Why would I go anywhere with you?" He asked. Derek glanced at Kennedy. Something about her was familiar. But he couldn't identify what.

"There was an accident. You lost some memory, but we can help you get it back." Scott explained. Stiles looked at an envelope on his dads desk.

"How much memory?" Derek asked.

Kennedy stepped closer. "A lot. But you can trust us."

Derek watched as Scott kneeled down. When the McCall's eyes glowed red, Derek was shocked. "You're an Alpha." He glanced at Kennedy, who's eyes flashed red. "Both of you?"

"Partenaire Lycan," Kennedy quotes, smiling sheepishly,

Derek looked at all three of them "Okay, who are you people? And who is he? Who are you?" He pointed to Stiles, who finally came back to reality after discovering the Eichen House bills.

"Oh, we're the guys keeping you out of jail." Stiles said sarcastically.

Scott looked over. "Let us help you."

Derek protested, and Stiles scoffed. "Okay, dude, you almost tore apart two cops back there. You need to listen to us. And that starts with no fangs, no claws, no wolf man. You got that?"

"I'm fine as long as it's not on a full moon." Derek argued. Kennedy frowned, standing up.

"You still have trouble with the full moon?" Kennedy asked, knowing if he still had trouble he went way far back.

Derek snapped his head at her. "I said I'm fine."

"All right, you coming with us or not?" Stiles asked, impatient.

"You want me to trust you? Where's my family?" Young Derek glanced at everyone, eventually glancing at Scott.

Scott and Kennedy made eye contact. Kennedy sat on the couch, looking at Derek. "There was a fire." She confessed, his eyes softened, glossing over while he waited for her to say the rest. Kennedy felt tears well up in her eyes. "Your family-"

"They're not here anymore." Scott cut in, causing Derek and Kennedy to look over at him. "They're fine. Just had to move out of Beacon Hills. And we're going to take you to them as soon as we figure out how to get your memories back." He lied. Kennedy glanced at Stiles, who seemed just as confused.

With a deep exhale, Derek nodded. "Okay." He said finally.

The three teens all gather back together at the front desk. "I shouldn't have done that. I lied my ass off." Scott said.

"Yeah, you did." Kennedy hissed, smacking his chest. "You just told him our entire family's alive! My family! Including my dead aunt, my dead cousins, my dead mom-"

Stiles clamped a hand over Kennedy's mouth. "Hey, your ass is fine. You saved him a ton of unnecessary pain." He reassured his friend. "We'll figure this out in a day or two, he goes back to being old Derek, everyone's happy. Except for Derek, who's never happy."

Scott sighs, shaking his head. "It's just another person that we're lying to. I always feel like it's always been better when we tell the truth. With Lydia, my mom, your dad." He explained to Stiles. Both boys eyeballed Kennedy.

"Yeah, but that is Derek Hale in there." The three teens all slowly look over at Derek talking to an officer. "He may be a kid right now, but he's still Derek Hale."

Scott sighs, looking at his two best friends. "All right. Take him to my house and don't let him out of your sight." He says to Stiles.

Kennedy pries Stiles's hand off her mouth. "And where are we going?" She asked.

Scott looks over. "I'm going to go talk to the guy we should have gone to before." He remarked. Kennedy pulled away from Stiles, waving goodbye as she trotted after the other Alpha.

Stiles hits Scotts arm as he walked away. "Uh," He pauses, watching Scott just leave completely. "Yeah, I hate that guy." He called out.

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Kennedy sat on the back of Scott's motorbike, the two of them pulling into the driveway of one of the garages. Kennedy sees from under her helmet, Malia standing in front of them.

Scott pulled off his helmet, "What are you doing here?" He asks the Tate.

"I heard you and Kenny were coming to talk to Peter." Malia told the True Alpha. "And since Lydia tells me he's basically Satan in a V-neck, I figured you shouldn't be alone."

Kennedy climbed off the bike, smiling. "We can handle Peter. He is my dad." She said.

Malia shrugs, "You can handle him better with me." She told the girl. Kennedy couldn't help but smile. She turned to Scott, waving him along. Scott watches the two girls link arms, walking towards the entrance. This couldn't end well, he thought. Peter was going to meet his daughter, who happened to be best friends with his other daughter.

The three teens walked up to the loft door. Scott and Malia stood behind Kennedy as she undid the lock. Malia looked over. "What's wrong with you?" She asked.

Scott looked over. "Nothing." Scott answers shortly. Kennedy opened the door, walking in first,

"Your heart's pounding like crazy." Malia says, "Are you nervous?"

"He's just bad at introductions." The teens turned to the couch, seeing Peter reading a book. Kennedy smiled wide.

Scott spoke up, "Peter," Kennedy and Malia stood next to one another as the McCall looks over. "This is Malia."

Peter seemed to pause for a second. The girls stood next to each other, arms linked, and he could already sense their similarities. His book softly shut as he tossed it to the side. Kennedy looked at Malia with a grin, and Peter almost couldn't believe it. His daughters. Two of them. He slowly stood, looking at Malia with an almost mesmerized look.

"Beautiful eyes." Peter said, tilting his head. "Did you get them from your father?"

"Mother." Malia said, furrowing her brow for a moment. Kennedy looked at her dad with a confused look. She wasn't sure why he was acting so weird.

Peter looked between the two girls as they stood side by side. "Interesting." Kennedy bit the inside of her cheek, watching her dad shake it off whatever he was doing. "Anyway, I'm sure they've told you a lot about me."

"The homicidal killing spree came up." Malia chirped.

Peter glanced at Kennedy, who smiled awkwardly. "Well, we're all works in progress."

"Well, when you progress to your next killing spree, why don't you try and make sure they all stay dead?" Malia asked.

Peter shook his head, "What is that supposed to mean?" He asked, looking between Kennedy and Scott.

"What do you know about people being turned by a scratch?" Scott asked. Peter looked over.

"Did you scratch someone, Scott?" Peter asked, "Don't worry about it, the claws have to go pretty deep."

Kennedy speaks up. "But it's possible, right?" She asks as her dad walks towards the window. "Like if you clawed someone's throat out?" She asked, remembering the night vividly.

Peter shrugged, leaning onto the table. "Well, yeah, it's possible. It's also beyond rare. We're talking one in a," Peter's smile fades as he thinks back to that night. He glances at the teens, "Million."

"Kate Argent." Kennedy said, walking towards her dad. "My old babysitter. The same girl you killed in front of me and Allison? Yeah, she's alive."

Peter looked at her. "And how did you make this discovery, Bunny?"

Scott spoke up, "While you guys were on vacation, Derek was taken." Peter looked over his daughters shoulder. "We went to Mexico to find him. The Calavera's told us."

Kennedy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and I was shot, but we're okay." She muttered as her dad sent her a confused glance.

Peter turned to the table in annoyance. "Can't someone in this town stay dead?"

"I think they were hoping you would." Malia announced, causing Kennedy to face palm.

"Do you have any idea why Kate would turn Derek into a teenager again?" Scott asked.

Peter sighed, "What color were his eyes?"

"Blue."

Kennedy nods, "After Paige." She told him.

"Which could mean around the time he first met Kate." Peter said, pointing to his daughter.

Scott looked at the Hale duo. "Derek and Kate knew each other?" He asked.

"Well, she was my baby sitter-"

"Biblically." Peter said, turning to look at Scott. "That's right, Scott. You weren't the first wolf to climb into a hunter's bed."

Kennedy's mouth hands open in shock. "EW! That is SO GROSS!" She screamed in disgust. "My cousin and my babysitter?"

Peter waved her off. "What did he do when he woke up?" He asked.

Malia spoke up, "He went to your old house. Got arrested." She said.

"Okay, Derek went to the site of the house thinking it was still there, right?"

Scott nods, "Yeah. But he doesn't remember the fire."

"But if he doesn't remember the fire," Kennedy trailed off.

"Then he doesn't remember that it was Kate that set it." Peter adds.

Malia looked at Kennedy, "So what does that mean?"

Peter looked over, "Kate didn't just take him back to being a teenager." He said, freezing in realization. "She took him back to the age where he still knew her. When he still trusted her."

"But if we talk to him," Kennedy begins. "We could stop it, right? We could save him?"

"He still thinks you're ten years old, Kennedy." Peter points out. Scott walks away, dialing Stiles

Kennedy shrugs. "So? He'll recognize you! Tell him what happened, he always believed you over everyone else!" She said. Kennedy felt stressed. "Kate will kill him, Dad. You know she will, the minute she's done with him."

Scott walks into the room, "Kate found Derek." He said. Kennedy exhaled through her nose, running her hands through her hair. Peter and Malia start rushing for the door. "Wait."

Peter turned around. "For what? Kate's out there twisting her way into Derek's head yet again. We need to find her."

"All we need's a scent." Malia follows.

Scott shakes his head. "That could take hours. If we want to get ahead of her, we need to figure out where she's going." He says. Kennedy walks over.

Peter rolls his eyes, "Not to underestimate my own cognitive faculties, but we're not exactly a brain trust of geniuses here aside from my daughter."

"Then maybe we should call my genius best friend." Kennedy said, holding up her phone. She presses a button, dialing Lydia.

Lydia answered quickly. "Kennedy? We have a problem."

"Kate took Derek." Kennedy said.

"Well, Kate just committed explosive violent homicide in a gas station!"

Kennedy looks at everyone as they listened. "What?"

"We called Stilinski. They're on their way."

Scott leans over, "What does it look like?Can you send pictures?"

Lydia sighed, "Uh, okay." She said , clearing her throat in disgust. "To be honest, I have a 4.0 in AP Biology and there are parts of the human anatomy I have never seen before on these walls."

The photos begin to appear on Kennedy's phone. "Thanks, Lydia. I'lll call you soon, okay?" Kennedy hands up the phone, holding out the device for the others to see.

Malia looked around the group. "Why would she want to kill a gas station attendant?" She asks.

"I don't think she could help it. This was done in a frenzy. It's not a murder. It's a symptom."

"Of what?" Scott asks Peter.

Peter looks up, "She can't control the shift."

Kennedy gasps, "Dad, when I talked to Derek he said he had the same issue on the full moon. He said he was still learning." She recalls, looking over.

"Kate's still learning?"

Peter nods, "She wants to learn." He corrects Malia.

"So she wants Derek to teach her?" Malia asked, still not getting it.

Peter shakes his head. "No." He smirked, looking at his daughter. "She wants the Triskelion."

Kennedy's shoulders slouched. "You're kidding me, right? She wants a stupid rock?"

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Kennedy spun into the Beacon Hills High School
parking lot. Her, Peter, and Malia piling out while Scott climbed off his bike. They ran up the steps, trying to get to the vault that Kennedy had failed to mention to Scott before. Kennedy and Malia come to an abrupt stop. Scott looks at them. "What is it? Did you catch a scent?"

Malia looked at Kennedy. "It's the same one. The same one as Mexico."

Peter looked at his daughter and Scott. "What is she talking about?" He asked.

Scott looked over. "One of them came after us in the Church ruins." He told the eldest Hale.

"And one on the road." Followed Kennedy.

"They couldn't have followed us here." Malia said, stepping up the steps.

"But they could've been brought." Kennedy said softly. "By Kate." She said. Something growls in the distance, causing everyone to look around in confusion. Peter rolls his head, the sound familiar.

"Oh, I've heard that sound before." He groans. Peter looks at Malia. "Did it have an animal skull? A human wearing a skull over its face?"

Malia looked at Kennedy. "I think so." She said awkwardly.

Scott looked at the Hale. "What are they?" He asked.

"Berserkers."

Everyone spun around, seeing what seemed to be a man. However, this man was bigger, wearing animal bones as shield. It was like whoever was under the mask, wasn't there anymore. Kennedy's eyes flashed red, stepping forwards, Malia following suit.

Peter grabs their arms, slinging them back. "Are you crazy?" He hissed at the two girls.

"There's just one of them." Malia argued, trying to pull against him.

"And that means we have a chance."

Malia nodded, "To beat him?"

The Berserker growled at them. Peter spoke. "To survive." Suddenly Peter took off in a sprint. Scott looked at the in confusion as Malia looked back at the Berserker.

"Dont need to tell me twice," Kennedy whispered, grabbing Malia's wrist and pulling her up the stairs. The three teens ran as fast as they could. The Berserker, however, was almost just as fast.

Kennedy ran through the outside cafeteria tables, her and Malia getting ahead of Scott. Kennedy's eyes land on a Berserker in front of them, and she and the werecoyote come to a hale. Behind them, Scott slows down, his eyes wide. There, the Berserker adjusted his fingers. Kennedy and the other two began to walk backwards. They began to stumble up the stairs, seeing the first Berserker approaching them

"Kenny. It's both of them. They're both here." Malia said, pulling on the girls sleeve.

"Where the hell's my dad?" Kennedy snapped, looking around.

"He just took off." Scott explained. The three ran up the steps, trying to get away. That is, until one of the Berserkers flipped over, landing at the top. They were trapped. Scott looked between the bone creatures. Kennedy breathed heavily, looking up.

Kennedy titled her head back, feeling her face change completely. When fully transformed, Kennedy snapped at the Berserker's, roaring loudly. Scott let out a roar as he jumped over the Berserker behind them. His eyes were red and his fangs were bared. Kennedy and Malia turned to the one in front, attacking it. Kennedy slashes her claws through the Berserker, but nothing happens. The Berserker swings it's arm, slashing Malia in the leg. He then grabs the Tate, throwing her into the fence. Kennedy roars, slashing at his back. The Berserker turns around, grabbing her by the head. Kennedy chokes for air as he throws her back down, the girl falling on to the Tate.

Both teens groan in pain. Kennedy rolls off Malia, both of them crawling away as fast as possible. Kennedy stumbled to her feet, roaring loudly as she jumped in the air, kicking the Berserker in the chest. Scott fights the other Berserker, but it's no use as he is quickly thrown near Malia. Kennedy looks between both bone creatures, eyes wide.

Suddenly, Kira comes running in, katana swinging. Kennedy smiled wide, seeing the girl take them on for a moment. The Yukimura looks back for a second. Scott shouts, "Kira!" The Berserker slaps Kira, sending her to the ground with Scott and Malia. Kennedy looks over, roaring again.

"Kennedy!"

Kennedy spun around, seeing Derek running over. "Derek?" She called out. How did he know?

"Duck!" Kennedy follows his order, rolling on the ground as Derek swings his claws. Kennedy stands back up, jumping off the lockers to slash at the Berseker's head. Derek is thrown into the locker bank next to them. Kennedy swings her legs, kicking the first monster. Derek got back on his feet, both teens standing back to back. Kennedy glances at Derek, seeing his face change for a moment. Kennedy smiled softly, turning back at the Berserker. One grabs the Hale girl by the back of the head, slamming her skull into the metal. She groans as she falls to the concrete, seeing Derek continuing to fight.

A loud screech or howl fills their ears. Kennedy stumbled to her feet, growling as the Berserkers suddenly go running off. Kennedy breathes heavily, looking at Derek's figure in front of her. She watched as he began to stand up. Kennedy swallowed the nervous lump in her throat.

"Derek?" She called out, worried what would happen when he turns around.

When he did, she could see the scruffy beard. Kennedy smiled for a second, seeing the Derek she knew. Her older cousin. The Derek that raised her the last year. However, Kennedy's smile soon falls, seeing Derek's eyes change color. But not to their usual steel blue, but rather to an innocent yellow. Her moth hung open in surprise, not expecting that at all.

Stumbling back, Kennedy didn't know what to say or do. She heard her dad let out a scream, catching her attention. "Dad!" She yelled out. Derek watched the girl run away, as if she was almost scared by this different side of Derek.

Stiles and Lydia ran to the sign for the school, looking down at the stair case down below. They jump in surprise, seeing Kennedy jump over the entire staircase down to the parking lot, landing a few feet away from them.

"Ken, you're okay," Stiles breathed. Kennedy disregarded everyone, running down the stairs quickly. Stiles and Lydia shared a look, following her close behind.

Peter shook his head wildly, looking up at the fault? "It was never, never about the Triskelion."

"Dad!" Kennedy yelled out, rushing to her father. Peter's arms reached up as Kennedy wrapped herself around him. Stiles and Lydia watched, almost weirded out. Peter in such a fatherly position was almost impossible for them to imagine. But here he was. Kennedy looked up at the vault in front of her and her dad.

"They took it, they took it while I was blinded." Peter whispered, his hand running through Kennedy's long auburn hair.

Lydia spoke up, "Took what?" She asked, looking at the Hale duo.

Peter stood up slowly, a hand still on Kennedy's upper arm. "Bonds." He slowly turned to Kennedy's friends. "Bearer bonds and they took them all."

"Bearer bonds? Hold on." Stiles held up a finger, smiling. "Are you saying you got robbed?"

"Stiles!" Kennedy shouts, angry.

Peter spoke up, "This was a heist." He snaps, "Somebody planned this."

Lydia saw the look on Peter and Kennedy's faces. "How much did they take?" She asked. Kennedy slowly looked at her dad, unsure what answer he was going to give.

"117,"

Stiles rose a brow, eyes wide, "Thousand?"

Peter looked at the safe, a hand on his daughters back.
"Million."

NATALIA'S NOTES
(TEEN WOLF NEWS)
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well , well , well...that just happened. as we can see i'm not good at writing seggsy scenes, so...i'm sorry. but it was fun, i guess.

now, if you haven't noticed, kennedy DID get a recasting. if you're new; kennedy was originally marie avgerapolos, & then she was kaylee bryant (which most people know her as), & now she's zoey deutch. i never pictured kaylee as kennedy & always imagined her more as zoey so...here we are.

but that's not important; i wanted to tell you guys something because ITS IMPORTANT.

according to TeenWolfNews, the viacom & mgm contract for the Teen Wolf Movie (paramount + exclusive), has the option of TWO MORE MOVIES after the first one! but they're not guaranteed.

i'm going to explain this as best as i can & make it as simple as possible at the same time; but i'm incredibly stupid & uneducated so bare with me.

essentially; in order to get these movies, paramount + will be looking at numbers. it's not even necessarily "how many views" they get either. in fact, they'll more so be looking at how many new viewers teen wolf will bring IN. for example; their star trek show brought in MILLIONS of new accounts & new viewers. so now, they have multiple star trek shows. 

so; if you do not have paramount +, but are planning to get it for teen wolf, DO NOT GET IT UNTIL THE DAY THE MOVIE COMES OUT. that's the numbers they will be looking at. if they think teen wolf can brings them lots of money, we could definitely get a second and maybe even a third movie!!

if you can't get paramount+, i'd say maybe either ask friends to get paramount around the time the movie also comes out, & such. but if you just can't at all, i'll try and find a link to watch it illegally. yes, i'm supporting crimes COME AT ME JEFF DAVIS. paramount is only $10 a month, so you could easily just pay for the ONE MONTH for teen wolf.

if you already have paramount +, there are two things you could do. 1: delete your current account like...a month before the movie comes out (i'm saying a month because idk i can) , & then create a new one within the time the movie comes out. or 2: make a new account for 1 month.

i've personally begged my stepdad to get me paramount + as a gift for either christmas or my birthday (depending which is closer to the release date) but i said we cant actually make it until we know the release date of the movie. but once again i'm prepared to watch it illegally<3.

i'm sorry if that made no sense, but if you want exclusive content & to hear about teen wolf stuff before ANYONE else, subscribe to TeenWolfNews on youtube, he will be updating us on the process of the movie, as well as Jeff Davis's new show; Wolf Pack.

DISCLAIMER: wolf pack has no relation to teen wolf. it's just another show about...werewolves who happen to be teenagers...BUT NOT THE POINT!

okay, glad i covered that, tell your friends & anyone else about this information, ive also posted about it on my conversations tab where you can copy & paste what i've written there on your pages, just spread the message that paramount will not ONLY be looking at the views, but rather the new viewers and such teen wolf can bring in. i hope this made sense, i love you all, and i'll see you soon!

TOODLES!