Dr. Deaton needed answers. For Derek. He lost his powers, but does that stop there? He knew he needed answers, and he knew who he had to ask. Despite how much of a bad idea it was, it was his only way of knowing.

"While I'm relieved to have Patrick back in our care, I still need to advise you against doing this, Alan. There's a reason this floor isn't listed in the brochure." A doctor explains to Deaton as they walk together through a lower level in Eichen House.

"I came through on my end of our bargain. Now it's your turn. All I want to do is talk to him." Deaton says.

"The last person that went in to see Valack left the room but not the building. All they did was talk." The doctor says.

Deaton was skeptical, but he still needed to know, "I'll keep that in mind."

The doctor led him to a door and opened it for Deaton. Deaton slowly walks in and sees a transparent chamber door that covered from the floor to the ceiling and each corner with holes to allow circulation of air in and out of the glass prison door and wall.

"Dr. Valack?" Deaton speaks up.

"You must be important." Dr. Valack says as he skims through a book he holds, sitting on his small bed. "They don't usually let people get this close. They let me read. Unfortunately, all I get are these trashy romance novels. I've read this one seven times." He scoffs as he throws the book on top of several others in a small pile.

"I was hoping we could talk. My name is Dr. Alan Deaton." Deaton says.

Valack looks up at him and comes forward into the light, standing inches away from the glass, smirking at Deaton.

Deaton couldn't help but noticed the bandage wrapped around Valack's head. It was dirty and bloody still in the middle of it.

"Oh, I know your specialty, Dr. Deaton. And I know it's not cats and dogs." Valack says.

"I'm here because of what you know about South American mythology."

"No. You want to know about Kate Argent. You want to know about La Loba. The Bone Woman." Valack continues to smirk.

"I need to know what she did to Derek Hale. And if he's dying." Deaton says.

"Why?" Valack asks, curious.

"Because of a promise I made. To a woman I loved." Deaton says firmly.

"Maybe you should write the romance novels. If you want to know more, Dr. Deaton, you have to come closer." Valack says.

"I've been advised against that. I only want to talk. To hear what you know."

"You need to see what I know. You do that by coming closer." Valack says as he pulls of the dirty bandage. Right in the middle of his forehead was a large bloody hole, you could almost see the inside of his head. Blood dripping inside.

"I don't know much about trepanation, but I'm relatively certain that  just because you drilled a hole in your own head, it doesn't mean you've  somehow gifted yourself with extra-sensory perception." Deaton says, repulsed of the sight.

"Come a little closer. Take a look for yourself." Valack smirks.

Suddenly, as if he was in a trance, Deaton slowly walks up closer, keeping his eyes on the large hole. he could of sworn he saw something move.

"That's it. Come and have a look. Come on." Valack beckons Deaton.

When he was close enough, he looks deep into the hole and sees an eye staring right at him. Piercing it's gaze into Deaton's soul.

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Days passed since the dead-pool was over with. Things started to go back to normal for everyone. Josie and Scott have been inseparable. Josie even managed to score a job at the vet with Scott. Deaton, at first, thought it was a bad idea cause of how distracting it could be for Scott, but he knew it was the bond. The bond was getting stronger. They NEEDED to be together. Scott showed Josie once what he could do for the animals who were in pain. He could take it away, little by little so they wouldn't have to suffer. That made her love him more.

Scott gave Josie a lift home, he didn't want to leave her, but he had to. It made his heart ache as she drifted farther and farther away from him. He watches the light in her bedroom come on and he couldn't move. He wanted to fall asleep with her in his arms again. He hated being away from her. He sighs deeply and heads home.

As he arrives home, he runs into his mom who was in the dark kitchen.

"Hey, sorry I'm back so late. I was closing up the Animal Clinic with Josie. She's still getting use to working there. I got more hours to earn a little extra...money." His voice trails off as he sees his mom moves away from the kitchen table. He sees his gym bag and the money...from the dead pool.

"How much more did you need?" She scoffs.

He walks closer to her, "This is payment from the dead pool. I found it in Garrett's locker." He explains.

"This belongs to Derek? So you're just keeping it safe for him in a gym  bag underneath your bed?" She asks sarcastically.

He tried to say something, to explain, but he couldn't.

"How long have you had it?" She asks.

Scott shakes his head, "Too long."

"You know you have to give it back?" She says.

"I was going to. Josie already gave the talking about it. She's against me with me still holding on to it."

"Well...I like her more." Melissa smirks. "Do I want to know why you haven't?" She crosses her arms.

Scott sighs and drops his guard, "Because of you."

"Me?" She asks, confused, but then realizes what he means. She sighs deeply, "You mean because we've been struggling a little?"

"Mom, we're struggling a lot." He points out.

"Scott, you can save people's lives. But you cannot save them from life. Life is full of struggle." She tries to explain but Scott shakes his head.

"But it doesn't have to be." He protests.

"Honey..." Scott cuts her off.

"Do you know what just one of these can do?" He asks. He reaches and picks up a stack. "This gets us a new roof." He picks up another. "And this pays for Stiles' MRI." Another. "This pays for Eichen House." Another. "And this one means you don't have to work the double shift at the hospital and come home totally exhausted." Another. "And this..." He sighs. "This could possibly give me and Josie...a future. A future that I keep seeing in my dreams...since that night in the morgue. Us, in that big house, living in the mountains...holding my son." His eyes start to mist.

Melissa remembers the dream, he told her about it. The way he describes his son, it's like he's already a father. She knew how much he wanted that dream to happen...just not so soon...while he's still in school...and she's too young to be a grandma. She smiles but reaches for another stack and gives it to him.

"What about this one?" She asks.

He picks it up, but frowns. Stained on a few bills were blood splatters. Josie was right...this is blood money and he shouldn't keep it. Damn it, he hated when his mom was right...and Josie too. He nods, understanding now.

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Liam and Mason were playing video games in Liam's room. It felt nice having a bonding time with his good friend.

"Oh! When did you get so good? You been practicing?  Or did you just suddenly get superhuman reflexes?" Mason laughs as he teases Liam when he beats him at a video game.

"Uh, Practicing." Liam stutters. "Yeah, I've been practicing."

Mason sighs as he checks the time, he places the game console on the floor and gets up, "And I should be studying."

"Where are you going?"

"Home? I got a History test tomorrow." Mason says, stopping at the door.

"Come on. One more game." Liam begs.

"Yeah, you said that four games ago." Mason scoffs.

"Study here. You can stay over." Liam begs. Mason eyes him closely, seeing fear in Liam's eyes. "Come on, one more game. Just one."

"You okay?" Mason asks.

Liam stutters, "Yeah." He stops and sighs, looking down and feeling stupid. "You're right. You should go. I should probably study too."

Mason tries to speak, but he couldn't. But, he was very worried for his friend.

"See you at school." Liam says, playing with the console buttons before placing it down.

After Mason left, Liam studied a little bit before going to bed. He got into bed, but was hesitant when he held the switch to shut the lights off. He was terrified of going to sleep. Cause every-time it gets dark, he sees...them. The berserkers growling in the dark. He takes a deep breath and quickly shuts the lights off, throwing the covers over him.  It was quiet except for his heavy breathing.  He peaks over his shoulder to look around his dark room.  He could hear them, smell them, lurking in the dark.  He heard their heavy footsteps drawing closer and closer towards his bed.  His breathing picks up and he shuts his eyes tightly. 

"You're not there.  You're not there."  He repeats over and over.  He could feel the foul, hot breath breathing down his neck.  He quickly turn the lights back on...nothing.  No more growling, no foul odor.  Nothing.  He sighs and rubs his face.  He was tired of this.

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Since Derek and Peter hired Braeden, he couldn't ignore the growing attraction he had for her.  He wasn't sure if it was love.  Lust, most defiantly.  But, it felt good being near her, having her in bed.  Like she is now, snuggling close to his chest after a long night of hot sex.  He couldn't sleep, all he could do was just hold her and watch the rain fall and hear the thunder rumble. 

Suddenly, the alarm goes off and Braeden and Derek are on high alert.  They jump out of bed, half naked and grabbing their guns.  Searching every corner of the loft till Braeden sees movement outside the door.  Footsteps slowly making their way to the door.  They rush towards the door, armed and ready.  Braeden nods at Derek and Derek quickly opens the door, both pointing their guns at the intruder, but their eyes widen at the sight of who it was. 

Lydia.  Soaked from the rain.  They looked at her closely, she looked like she was in a trance.  She suddenly opens her mouth and lets out a loud banshee scream

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"Stiles."  Malia shakes Stiles as he lies in his bed, mouth hanging open as he sleeps deeply.  "Stiles." She tries again. 

"Hmm?" He mumbles, barely moving his lips.

"You've got an early morning practice for the big game tomorrow, remember?"  She reminds him.

"Hi."  He mumbles, eyes still closed, mouth still open.

"If I'm going to watch an entire lacrosse game, you better not suck."  She warns.

"Not gonna suck."  He mumbles.

"Remember you were supposed to drive me to school early so I can get  more studying in for the math test?"

Stiles rolls over to his side, trying to go back to sleep, ignoring her.

"The one that determines whether or  not I'm gonna be a senior with you next year?"  His mouth still gaping open.  "Stiles!"  She shoves him.  He groans, protesting and goes back to sleep.

She groans, frustrated at him, crossing her arms over her chest as she pouts.  She looks over at his bulletin board that had all the clues they found, pictures and drawings.  Malia spots the who is the benefactor figure Stiles drew on the board, but there were changes made.  She smiles and looks over to him and pulls him back on to his back, kissing him passionately.

Stiles jerks awake, startled by this affection Malia was giving him, but quickly snapped out of it and kisses her back, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer to him, "What are you  doing? I haven't even brushed my teeth yet."  He asks as the kiss breaks.

"I don't care."  She smiles down at him. 

Scrunching his brows in confusion, he chuckles and pulls her back to kiss her again.

On the bulletin board, what Malia was so happy about, was that Stiles was willing to look for her mother for her.  The Desert Wolf.

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(Josie's outfit of the day ^^^)

Before school, Scott told Josie that he was going to return the money to Derek.  Josie smiles big and kisses him.  She was proud of him for doing this.  He smiles into his kiss and pulls her close.  She knew it was hard for him to give up such a large amount of money, but it was the right thing to do.  Scott drove them to Derek's loft and explained to him about the money.  Scott places his gym bag on the table and unzips it.  Showing Derek the money. 

Pushing the money away, Derek laces his fingers together, "Okay."  Not caring that there was a large amount of money in his face.

Scott frowns, "Don't you wanna know why it took so long to return it?"

Derek laughs, "How much do you make at the Animal Clinic?"

"Minimum wage."  Scott says bitterly.

"That's why."  Derek smirks. "Everyone can be tempted, Scott.  Even a True Alpha."  He says simply.

"You're not angry?"  Josie asks, confused as well.

"It's not even mine.  It belongs to Peter."  Derek says.

"Where's your money?" Scott asks.

Derek gestures at the floor, "You're standing on it." 

Josie and Scott look at the floor, Josie realizes what he meant but Scott had a look of amazement.

"There's another vault?"  Scott exclaims.

Josie giggles but stops when Scott frowns at her, confused.  She bites her lip to stop laughing. 

Derek laughs, "No.  I own the building.  And I have my own bank accounts.  All the money from the vault was Peter's.  I think we'd actually be better off if the rest never came back."  He says, getting up and zipping up the gym bag. 

Scott suddenly had a worried look.  Earlier, he had gotten a text that Lydia was at the loft last night.  She couldn't remember how she got there, but why...she had a terrible feeling...about Derek. 

"We know Lydia was here last night."  Josie says. "Scott told me." 

"Deaton's still working on figuring out what Kate did to you.  If anyone can find an answer, it's him."  Scott assures Derek. 

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Deaton jerks up, gasping.  He looks around and finds himself in a dark place.  Sitting on an altar with bones around him.  He gets up off the altar and sees that he was in an abandon church.  But this place felt far from being holy.  He looks back behind him at the altar and sees the bones laid out.  They were laid out in a certain way that was very familiar to him.  He recognized it almost.  He sees one thing that was very familiar.  Wedge in the stone altar.  He grips it tight and jerks it till finally it was free.  It was a bone knife.  Blood dripping at the sharp end.  It was like Chris Argent pulled out of Scott's side.  This was where they created Berserkers!

Suddenly, the room begin to spin and he blacks out. 

At the same time, the doctors from Eichen House hover around an unconscious Deaton.  Examining his vital signs as he sleeps in a trance. 

"Keep monitoring him every hour."  The doctor informs the nurse.  "If nothing changes..."  He stops and sighs, shaking his head in disappointment.  "They never listen."  He mutters.

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"Lydia? Lydia.  Did you hear me? Look."  Malia snaps Lydia out of her thinking, waving her test happily.  "I passed."

"C-minus."  Lydia gives her a smile, going along with her happiness.

"Congrats, Malia."  Josie says. 

"Your notes are great when they're not written in code."  Malia says, excitedly, but that changed when Coach Finstock slaps another test score on her desk.  'F'. 

"Disappointed, Malia."  Coach Finstock says. "Profoundly disappointed." 

Malia sighs in disappointment and looks over to Lydia, "I'll send you my notes."  Lydia says.

Coach slaps a test score on Josie desk, "Good work, Josie.  Keep it up." He pats her back roughly. 

"Ow." 

Malia looks over Josie's shoulder and sees she made an A-minus, she pouts and slumps in her seat. 

Josie turns and sees her pouting, "How about we do a study group?"  She asks. 

Malia nods, "Anything to bring this up." She flips her test to Josie showing off the F.  Josie winces.

Lydia starts to write down notes from the board but stops and really looks.  She starts to have a bad feeling as she reads the words over and over.  Kira notices this and leans in closer to her.

"It's over.  The computers are off.  No more assassins.  No more murders.  No one's dying."  Kira says softly.

Lost in a worried trance, Lydia whispers softly, "Not yet."

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Mason and Liam were lifting weights again in gym.  Mason watches in shock as Liam adds too much weight to his barbell.

"That's a lot of weight."  Mason says, unsure about Liam trying to lift that.

Liam shrugs and gets on the bench, "I'm trying to get ready for the game tomorrow."

"You need a spot?"  Mason asks.

"No."  Liam scoffs and looks at Mason's dumbbells.  "Do you?"

Mason scoffs, "This is my warm-up, you ass."  He laughs.

Mason moves to put the dumbbells down and goes around the bench as Liam gets ready to lift the barbell. 

Liam shoots up to a sitting position, holding his hand up and stopping Mason, "Wait, what are you doing?"

"I'm spotting you."  Mason says, obviously.

"I said I don't need one."

"Are you kidding me? This is like 300 pounds.  You're gonna kill yourself."  Mason looks at him in disbelief.

Liam gets back down to lie on the bench and grips the bar.  Mason watches him, eyes widen and ready to catch it but to his amazement, Liam easily holds the barbell and thrusts it up with no problem.  The locks click, holding the barbell in place as he gets up.

"Do I look like I need help?"  Liam scoffs.

Mason couldn't speak, he just shakes his head and leaves.  What was going on with his friend?

Liam ignores it all and goes back to lifting weights, but every-time he pushes the weight up, flashbacks of the night on the roof at the hospital plagued his mind.  Grunting at every push, his anger and fear builds up in his core.  He wanted to be stronger, to beat his fear of the berserker.  But his fear was conquering him.  He suddenly loses his grip and feels the bar fall on to his chest.  He pushes and pushes but he couldn't lift it.  He could feel the air leaving his chest.  Suddenly, Scott shows up and lifts the barbell, helping him get it off him.  Mason runs and checks on him.  Liam sits up fast, coughing and gasping for breath.  He gets up off the bench and gets on his knees on the floor, clutching his chest. 

"Liam?" Mason asks worriedly. 

Scott kneels in front of him, checking on him. 

"I'm fine."  Liam says roughly, still gasping. 

"If you don't want to be with us, that's okay.  But don't push your friends away too."  Scott says softly.

Liam looks over at an aggravated Mason, feeling so guilty for biting at him.  He knew Scott was right.  He shouldn't push Mason away.  He was about to say something till he looks up and sees in the mirror, a Berserker, starring down at him, growling softly. 

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Deep in the sewers, Chris Argent arms himself as he roams around the dark tunnels.  He managed to track down Kate's whereabouts into the sewers.  Slowly, he eyes every corner to make sure no surprises are in store for him down there.  He kneels down and spots several animal bones in the water.  He picks one up, a jaw of an animal.  From the corner of his eyes, he catches movement and quickly gets up, pointing his gun at the figure.

"How'd you find her?" Chris asks. 

Leaning on the walls, Peter smirks at him, "Keen sense of smell.  You?"

Chris pulls out the bone knife, "This came out of Scott's side.  There were traces of calcium hydroxide on it.  It's used by water treatment plants as an anti-corrosive."

Peter looks at him, impressed, "You tracked Kate and her Berserkers all the way down here.  That's very impressive.  I wonder if one of them might still be around."

Chris quickly turns around and sees a berserker slowly coming around the corner, growling lowly at him.  He knew he didn't have much of a chance, but he wasn't going to die without fighting.