Stiles and Derek where holding Brett while he convulsed. The wolfsbane was starting to kick in.

"What the hell is happening to this kid?" Stiles yelled trying to hold him.

"He's been poisoned by a rare wolfsbane. I need to make an incision and you need to hold him as still as possible." Deaton replied.

"Hey, Derek, how about a little werewolf strength?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah, I'm not the only one here with werewolf strength." Derek replied.

"If you can't hold him still, the incision might kill him." Deaton warned.

I walked over to help them hold Brett.

"I think he's slipping. I don't think I can hold him." Stiles was breathing heavily.

Suddenly, Brett got up. He pushed us all away. Stiles slammed into a wall and I slammed into his chest. We both groaned.

"Are you okay?" He asked and I nodded.

"He's running away." I saw Brett trying to get out of the clinic.

When Brett was about to leave someone knocked him unconscious. It was Peter.

"I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself." Peter spoke.

Stiles got up off the ground and helped me up.

"Yeah, maybe more than a little." Derek looked at his arm.

"You're not healing." I noticed his wound.

"Hey, Doc, I don't think he's breathing." Stiles looked at Brett.

Deaton walked over to Brett and began to cut his chest with a blade. Brett gasped and I looked away closing my eyes.

"Is he okay?" Stiles asked.

I took a deep breath and rubbed my eyes trying not to draw attention.

"I think he'll be fine, but he'll probably be out for a while." Deaton replied.

"Guys, do you hear that? I think he's saying something." Stiles spoke.

"The sun... the moon... the truth..." Brett mumbled.

"Three things cannot long be hidden, "The sun, the moon, and the truth." It's Buddhist." Deaton explained.

"Satomi." Peter spoke.

[...]

"Your dad should be back within the hour. You want to wait in his office?" Parrish asked looking at Stiles.

"Actually, we want to talk to you, Parrish. Privately." I spoke and he frowned.

We walked into an office and Parrish closed the door.

"What is it?" He asked.

We looked at each other and Stiles handed him a piece of paper. The list.

"This is a hit list?" Parrish asked.

"We call it a dead pool." Stiles replied.

"Do you recognize any names?" I asked.

"Yeah. The Sheriff had me run a bunch of these through the system last night. But we couldn't find any of them."

"Parrish."

I grabbed the paper and turned it over. I pointed a name.

Jordan Parrish 5

"Okay. That's kind of terrifying. What's the number?" He asked.

"That's how much you're worth." I answered.

"I'm worth five dollars?" Parrish asked offended.

"Five million, Parrish, not five." I corrected him.

"I only make $40,000 a year. Maybe I should kill myself. I don't get it. Why...Why am I on this?" He asked.

"Honestly, that might be a question for another day. Right now, there's still another third of the list we gotta crack." Stiles replied.

"We need the third cipher key. But we need help." I spoke.

"From who?" He asked.

"Meredith. Lydia tried talking to her, I think it's time for me to try." I replied.

"The girl from Eichen? The last time you saw her, you almost gave her a nervous breakdown."

"Almost. Besides, that was Lydia, I'll talk to her patiently." I smiled innocently.

[...]

One of the workers was trying to open the door. Suddenly, we heard a noise and when we turned around we saw another worker, Brunski, he was a total lunatic, according to Stiles.

"Oh, no, not this guy." Stiles muttered.

"What the hell are we running here? A bed and breakfast?" Brunski snatched the keys from the guy. "You do not just open the door for anyone with a badge."

"We need to talk to Meredith Walker. It involves a murder investigation." Parrish spoke.

"Well, you can talk to her all you want, but these two, especially that one." He looked at Stiles. "They're outta here."

"They're crucial witnesses in an ongoing investigation. I wouldn't have brought them here if it wasn't absolutely crucial." Parrish replied.

Stiles and I looked at each other.

"Okay, Deputy. How about you come back with a court order, then I'll listen. As for you, Mr. Stilinski, how about you come back with payment in full. That's right. Daddy may be the Sheriff, but he's late on the bills. I guess those government jobs aren't as reliable as they used to be, huh?" Brunski got too close to him.

I grabbed Stiles' arm pulling him back so Brunski would leave him alone. Brunski's attention went towards me.

"A Martin." He smiled. "I know one when I see her. Redhead, light eyes, some freckles and a special charm."

Brunski tried touching my face but Parrish stopped him.

"Remember when Canaan P.D. helped you get home after blowing 0.1 on a breathalyzer a month ago?"Parrish spoke.

"No." Stiles smiled amused.

Brunski gave him a bad look and then smiled.

"All right. I'm not against a little quid pro quo. Not at all. Not at all." He gave Stiles the keys and left.

We looked at Parrish smiling.

"You. You, I like you." Stiles pointed at Parrish.

"We'll keep you, Parrish." I spoke and he smiled.

Parrish opened the door and we walked in. Meredith looked at us instantly.

[...]

"Meredith, what do you mean you can't tell us?" I asked.

"We just need the third key. You can give it to us in numbers, letters, hieroglyphs. Whatever you want." Stiles spoke.

"I can't." Meredith replied.

I closed my eyes and sighed.

"Then why did you give Lydia the second key?" I asked.

"I wanted to help. That's what I want to do. I want to help."

"Then give us the key, Mer, please." I insisted.

"Things have changed. I...I can't." Meredith replied.

"Why not?" Stiles asked.

"Guys, go easy on her." Parrish spoke.

"I'm sorry. I can't. He...He doesn't want me to."

"He? Who's he?" Stiles asked.

"Who doesn't want you to tell us the key?" I asked.

"The Benefactor." Meredith answered.

[...]

Meredith wasn't answering the questions and I was starting to lose my patience. We had to find the other key, I can't afford loosing more people.

"His name? Can you at least tell us his name?" I insisted and she shook her head.

"Okay, you're shaking your head. What's that mean? Does that mean you don't know? Or you don't want to help us?" Stiles asked.

"I can't...I can't help anymore." Meredith replied.

"How do you know him?" I asked.

Meredith started shaking her head repeatedly.

"Guys, I think we better stop." Parrish spoke.

"A lot of people are going to die if you don't tell us, a lot more." I spoke.

"I do not know...I don't know. I don't know. Please..."

"Meredith, it's okay. You're gonna be all right." Parrish tried to calm her down.

Meredith shook her head altered and I stepped back.
I was upsetting her.

"Please. I don't...I don't...I do not know."

"Meredith."

"Meredith?" I looked at her worried.

"I said, I don't know!" Meredith shouted.

I covered my ears and screamed. Stiles held me and the lights flickered. I heard a loud buzzing in my head.

"Shhh, shhh, you're okay, Lia." I heard Stiles's voice.

Suddenly, there was silence. I didn't hear anything else, just his voice.

"Focus on my voice, okay? Just my voice."

I looked at him and the lights stopped flickering. I touched my ear and saw blood. He hugged me tightly and I looked at Meredith who was hugging her legs.

"You're all right, okay? Stiles put his hands on my face and then looked at Meredith.

"I'm sorry." I whispered looking at her.

[...]

"I called Lydia, nothing." I spoke.

"Okay, well, we know one thing. Both of the first two keys, Allison and Aiden, they're both names of the dead. Right?" Stiles spoke.

"We already tried all the possible dead people's names." I spoke.

I looked down. I kept thinking about Meredith. She just wanted to help.

"You okay?" Stiles asked.

"I think I just drove a Banshee over the edge. She just wanted to help." I replied guilty.

"Lia, it wasn't your fault. I was there, too. And you're probably not the only...Hold on. Phoenixes have a strong connection to Banshees, especially you."

"And?" I asked.

"Banshees predict death. I think you can do that too. Right? So what if the third key is someone who isn't dead...?" Stiles spoke.

"But will be." I completed his sentence.

I sighed and looked back at my laptop.

"I think we better leave this to Lydia." I spoke.

"I know you can do this, Lia, just focus. I trust you."

I looked at him and smiled a little.

I closed my eyes and put my hands on the keyboard. I started clicking the keys unconsciously. It was like my hands were moving by themselves.

I opened my eyes, clicking the last key and when I saw the name I frowned.

DEREK

I looked at Stiles and saw him staring at the laptop just as confused as I was. I hit enter and the list began to appear.

Malia Hale 4

Malia being a Hale is a story for another time.

Liam Dunbar 3
Meredith Walker 1

I saw Meredith's name.

"Stiles, call Parrish, now." I ordered.

Suddenly, I heard a roar. My eyes glowed and I looked at Stiles.

"It's Liam. Where's Liam?" I asked worried.

Stiles didn't answer. He grabbed his phone to call Parrish.

"Stiles, where's Liam?" I insisted raising my voice.

"He's okay, Liam's okay. Don't worry." Stiles assured and I looked at him not very convinced.

[...]

"What are you saying?" I asked talking to Parrish on the phone.

No.

"Lia, Meredith's gone. They found her an hour ago in her room. She hung herself. I'm sorry."

"No."

Stiles looked at me.

"Lia?"

I hung up and put the phone down slowly looking at Stiles. My eyes started to fill with tears and Stiles immediately hugged me.

I buried my head on his shoulder sobbing.

He said nothing.

I drove Meredith crazy. She killed herself because of me. I killed her, I killed Meredith.

[...]