Stiles, the drama queen that he was, didn't say anything as we got to the school. He didn't answer our questions, just that he would show us.

"Stiles, need I remind you that the last time I was in the school at night I was about to be sacrificed by a dark druid!" I exclaimed. "So please, save the theatrics for another time, will you?"

We walked into a chemistry classroom, Stiles wasting no time in walking over to a closet that stored extra chemicals.

"And the last time I was in a storage closet, I was hiding from a pack of alphas. And there was a dead body inside!"

Stiles rounded to me, "Oh my god, and I'm the dramatic one?" I scowled at him as he shook his head, muttering, "Unbelievable."

"Alright then, what are we doing here?" Stiles had turned back to the storage closet and opened it.

"That was supposed to be locked," Lydia stated.

"Yeah, I know," Stiles said. "Notice anything else?"

"It smells like chemicals." Lydia said.

"Hang on," I said, coming to the conclusion Stiles reached back at his house. "When I was locked in the storage closet with Allison she knocked down a bottle of ammonia. The smell was so strong I couldn't smell anything else."

"Werewolves wouldn't have been able to catch a scent," Lydia stated. Stiles was browsing through the shelves of chemicals with the flashlight on his phone.

"Nope," His gaze fell down to the floor, and he turned around. Shining the light on the linoleum, we saw blood smeared on the floor along with staples scattered alongside it.

"He was here," Stiles said, "Performing very minor surgery on himself."

"So unsanitary," I said, wincing at the thought of someone literally stapling their stomach together. "But you were right, Lyds."

"Then why don't I feel good about this?"

"Probably because he was here to kill someone," Stiles stated.

"But who?" Lydia and I said together.

"That's what we've gotta figure out," Stiles stood up and exited the closet. Lydia and I followed behind him into the classroom.

"Okay spread out, start looking for anything." He instructed, heading to the windows, Lydia headed over to the door, and I headed to the teacher's desk that stood in front of the rest of the lab tables and a chalkboard. Glancing up at the board, I saw three numbers written on it: 19, 53, and 88.

"Guys," I said, motioning for them to come over to where I was.

"What are those?" Stiles asked, seeing the board.

"Atomic numbers," I said.

"Is it a formula?" Stiles looked at the three numbers more closely. I picked up a piece of chalk, shaking my head.

"Not really, nineteen's potassium, fifty three's iodine, and eighty eight's radium."

"The first two make potassium iodide," Lydia input.

"Right, but I doubt this was put up here for a chemistry class." I started writing out the chemical symbols for each, to see if that could put a new perspective on it.

"Wait, potassium is K?"

I glanced over at Stiles, "From kalium."

"Or the scientific Neo-Latin name," Lydia further explained. I looked over to her.

"Please I am begging you, marry me." She smirked, and I turned back to the board and wrote out the rest.

"I for iodine."

"What's radium?" Stiles had a slightly concerned tone.

"Ra." We all took a step back from the board in realization.

"Kira," Stiles read out in confusion.

                                                                               *****

 "Okay, Scott's not answering his phone," I said from the passenger's seat in the jeep. We were currently breaking several traffic laws in attempt to get over to Kira's house, where Stiles said that Scott was going to be for dinner.

"How about Kira?"

"I don't have her number, Stiles."

"But I just saw you talking to her today!"

"Right, because that means I have her phone number!"

"Okay, what about her dad's phone number?"

"What am I, the yellow pages? Why in the hell would I have his phone number, and not Kira's?" Stiles shrugged, his hands spazzing out.

"I don't know! You're really smart and he's really smart, I just figured-"

"No you didn't!"

"Okay fine, it was a leap."

"Stiles it was more like you were jumping across an ocean with that assumption. Also how do we even know where we're going?"

"Oh, I have Kira's address." My eyebrows shot up.

"You have her address." He nodded and I knew he was avoiding my judgmental gaze, "Why do you have her address?"

"Because Scott's into her and I thought I'd do a little recon digging for him, see if there's anything fishy about her."

"Okay one: that's incredibly terrifying; two: do you know what personal space is; and three: how did you even get her address in the first place?"

Stiles scoffed, "Please, June. My dad's the sheriff."

I laughed mirthlessly, "Oh great! Well if that's your excuse, then why don't you have their phone numbers?"

"Why would I have their phone numbers?"

"Why wouldn't you? Your dad's the sheriff!" I said in a mocking tone.

"Okay I'm sensing a little bit of sarcasm here," Stiles said.

"No fucking shit!"

"Can the both of you please shut up?" I jumped in my seat, completely forgetting that Lydia was in the back. "I swear to god, you both need to check into reality once in a while."

"If you're suggesting that me being right is a figment of everyone's imagination then I am absolutely appalled at your insinuation. I am right 94.7 percent of the time."

"What - what about the other percentage?" Stiles asked, a bit thrown off.

"The other percentage is reserved for questionable life choices, like why I ever decided to befriend a sheriff's kid who wouldn't know boundaries if they slapped him upside the head!"

Stiles turned a corner, "You know what, June-"

"Stiles, stop!" Lydia yelled out, and Stiles slammed on his breaks. Unfortunately the seatbelt I was wearing was rather ancient, and didn't lock immediately. My head slammed up against the dashboard.

"Oh, my god." Stiles said, "June! Are you okay?"

"Well that was a little bit of deja vu," I mumbled, rubbing my head. I looked up, and saw why Lydia made us stop.

"Oh my god, Scott!" I yelled, hastily unbuckling my seatbelt and hopping out of the car. Stiles was quick to follow, and we knelt down next to him. He had a bloody gash on his forehead, and while Stiles worked on waking him up I ran back to the jeep to get my bag containing some healing potions. Taking one for my head, my face puckered at the overly lemon taste. Hearing Stiles yell at Scott, I took another potion and ran back to the unconscious boy in the middle of the street.

"Scott!" Stiles yelled, and Scott sat up, blinking away the daze.

"Barrow! He - he took Kira!" Scott exclaimed as I helped him stand up, handing over the healing potion. He took it gratefully.

"We know, he was after her the whole time," Stiles said.

"But why? She's not - she's not like us!" Scott said with a frustrated tone.

"That we know of," Lydia remarked.

"Okay thinking about what she is isn't going to save her any sooner, alright?" I reasoned. "Lydia, didn't you say that Allison was going over the bestiary for anything on this?"

"Isaac went to go help her, let me call him." Scott whipped out his phone and rushed into explanation. Just as quickly as he called him, Scott hung up.

"We have to think of something, he's gonna kill her!" Scott said.

"I knew he was there," Lydia said in a defeated tone, "How did I know that?"

"Because you heard the flies, right?" Stiles asked.

"What do you hear now?" Scott asked her, desperate for any clue.

She sighed, "Nothing. I feel like I can do this, but I don't know what to do." She was growing more and more frustrated, "It's like - it's like it's on the tip of my tongue, and I don't know how to trigger it!" She threw her hands up to her face and turned away from us. "I swear to God, it - it literally makes me want to scream."

"Alright then scream." I offered. "Don't fight it anymore Lydia just scream."

And she did. Stiles threw his hands up to his ears while Scott and I winced and leaned a bit back. When she was done, her whole body tensed. She looked up at the lamppost and then she whirled around, causing the three of us to flinch slightly at her sudden movements.

"It's not flies. It's electricity!"

"Wait a second, Barrow was an electrical engineer. He worked at a power substation," Stiles said.

"What substation?" Scott asked and Stiles pulled out his phone. When he found the location of the substation, Scott ran over to his bike and sped off. Lydia, Stiles, and I all hopped back into the jeep and took off in the same direction. On the ride there I called Sheriff Stilinski, informing him of Barrow's whereabouts and that he took Kira.

When we got there, Scott was off his bike and running inside.

"Okay Lydia, June wait here. Wait for the cops to come." Stiles ran around to his trunk, pulling out a bat.

"Why?"

"Well I only got one bat," He held it up.

"An aluminum bat against a psychopath who doubles as an electrical engineer? I don't think so, I'm coming with you." I said, hopping out of the car. I turned back to Lydia, "For real though, you should wait here for the police. Make sure someone greets them at the door if we can't."

Stiles and I ran inside the empty building. Correction: the large, empty building.

"We can't cover enough ground if we don't split up," Stiles said, "I'll go down this hallway, you go down that one."

I hated splitting up in this kind of situation, but I knew he was right. "You yell as loud as you can if you need me."

"Of course," Stiles said. He must have been really hyped up on adrenaline or something, because the next thing I know, Stiles kissed my cheek.

"You be careful too, June." And without another word, he took off running. 

Before I could freeze up from giddiness, I reminded myself why we were here. I ran down the other hallway, and as I neared the end of it, I heard yelling.

"She's not the one you want!" I heard Scott yell out. When I got to the room at the end of the hall, I saw Scott on the ground twitching and spazzing considerably. The man who was no doubt William Barrow was stalking towards a tied up Kira. I ran in and went over to Scott, crouching to make sure he was alright.

Barrow crouched down to Kira's level, and put his hand that wasn't holding a gigantic sparking cable on her face. Before I could make any move, he pushed the cable to her when something happened.

In a split second, the end of the cable seemed to surge, and it sent electricity flying everywhere, Barrow with it. In that moment, I threw a shield around Scott and I to protect us from the initial blast. I threw one around Kira as well, but I soon saw that was irrelevant. Soon, all the electricity that had exploded from all around us was racing towards where I knew Kira to be. Scott and I watched in awe as we saw Kira standing up, sucking up the sparks and absorbing it into her bare hands.

When it was all over, I looked up at Kira's face. To be fair, she looked just as surprised as Scott and I did, and stared at her hands. She looked up at the two of us, and nodded, letting us know it was okay to move. I lowered the shield around Scott and I, and stood up.

"Well I have to say," I breathed out, smiling "That whole thing was a real shocker!"

Super short, I'm sorry. But I wanted to get things moving along! Also I'm sorry that June and I are suckers for terrible puns. Xx