"You're sure? Okay, okay, look: Scott, Stiles and I are headed to Derek's right now to warn him about Jennifer being the darach. Stay at the school, make sure that everything's been taken care of. I'll call you when we figure some things out." My voice being as hoarse as it was, I wasn't sure if Allison could understand me that well over the phone. I was currently sitting in Stiles' backseat, and the guy in question was moving heaven and earth to get to Derek's loft.

"Okay. Be careful, June."

I hung up the phone. "That was Allison, she said that while we were fighting Jennifer off, the pianist at the concert got her throat cut. There was mistletoe in the blood," I explained.

Stiles looked at me through the rearview mirror, "She must have been a backup sacrifice, so now it's just guardians," I looked down when he said sacrifice. I was still slightly trembling from the whole ordeal. I made sure that Scott and Lydia both downed to healing potions, and then we made our way out of the school. Lydia went to go find Aiden in the huge mess that was the auditorium, and Scott, Stiles, and I slipped out unnoticed.

"I texted Ginny, she told me she was fine. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary," I said.

"How are we going to do this, guys?" Scott asked from the passenger's seat.

"I vote we tell him bluntly and that his taste in women is lacking severely," Stiles volunteered, "I mean this is the second mass murderer that Derek has dated."

"The odds of that are pretty high," I agreed.

"I don't know that we should tell him like that," Scott said, a little uneasy about the whole thing.

"How should we tell him then?" I croaked, "Tell me, how does one ease into the topic of their friend dating a dark druid that has sacrificed twelve innocent people, huh? Did we need to stop at the convenience store for some ice cream and shitty romance movies? Scott, this isn't telling someone that their significant other is cheating on them, okay? This is us telling a werewolf that his girlfriend is an evil being who is killing people, and may have poisoned his sister!"

Scott sighed, knowing I was right. "But how do we prove it to him? We're not necessarily buddy-buddy with each other."

I looked to Stiles, "Am I not proof enough?" I gestured to my bruised neck.

"You might be proof enough for us," He assured me, "But people who're like Derek, they have to see to believe."

I thought about it for a minute, "I think I might know how to help with that."

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Ginny was beside herself when she saw my state. She rounded on Scott and Stiles, yelling at them for letting this happen to me. Honestly I had never in my life seen that woman so angry. I completely sympathized with the way the dynamic duo tried to melt into the wall behind them when she stared at them with wild eyes. After a brief explanation, I told them that it wasn't their fault, that they actually saved me, and we had to go.

"Like hell you are going anywhere else, June! After everything that has happened-"

"After everything that's happened, Ginny how could I not help?" I tried to yell over her. "I almost died tonight, Gin. I have to make sure no one else dies now, not if I can help them."

"You can't help, June! You have mistletoe in your system, you're about as useful as-"

"The 'g' in lasagna, I know." I looked her straight in the eye, "But I cannot, and I will not sit around and do nothing. If my friends go into danger then so do I."

We made intense eye contact for about twenty seconds, when Ginny blinked away tears, pulling me in for a hug.

"You come home to me, June Child."

"As long as you'll be here when I do."

"Always."

"Alright, well I hate to break up this moment, but we're on a bit of a time crunch," Stiles said. I let go of Ginny, and sighed.

"Right, do you have the mistletoe still?"

Sure enough, Ginny gave me the mistletoe, and the three of us ran outside back to Stiles' jeep. Or at least, Scott and I did. Stiles kept running.

"Stiles, have you somehow gone blind in the last ten seconds? Your jeep's right here!" I tried as he ran to his house.

"I know, I'm just grabbing something real quick." Half a minute later, Stiles stumbled out of his front door brandishing a wooden bat. He came back over to his jeep, and threw it in the trunk. We all piled in, and made our way over to Derek's.

When we pulled up to Derek's loft, the wind was raging against us. I had to spit some hair out of my mouth, and in the distance I could hear thunder rumbling. It was a perfectly ominous setting for what we were about to do. I clutched the mistletoe tighter in my hands as we made it to the lobby.

Derek let us in no problem. We rushed into the loft, and I stumbled a bit.

Stiles looked back at me, "Whoa, June you good?" He came back over to me.

I nodded, "I guess all this running around is kinda tiring me out a bit."

"If you need to go to the hospital, just let me know," Stiles took my hand and squeezed it. I smiled up at him.

"You know for someone who doesn't have the ability to magically transfer comforting emotions, you're doing a pretty phenomenal job." His grinned at me.

"What's this about, Scott?" Derek questioned.

"We figured out who the darach is," Scott cut to the chase. Derek looked at him to go on.

When he didn't, Derek asked, "Well are you going to tell me?"

Scott paused, and I rolled my eyes, "Jennifer Blake." I rasped. Derek raised an eyebrow.

"No it's not."

"What - yes, it is. Derek, she literally just tried to kill June like an hour ago. Correction, she tried to ritually sacrifice June." Stiles rebutted, still squeezing my hand. "Then she took my dad."

"But why?"

"Who cares why, Derek?" I said, "She's killing innocent people. She kidnapped Stiles' father, and we can prove all of this."

Derek crossed his arms, "How can you prove all of this?"

I lifted the mistletoe up to show him, "With this. I'll bet you anything that Jennifer will be here soon trying to persuade you not to listen to us. We can use this against her." Derek didn't seem to want to listen, "Derek, your sister might be dying! You might not want to hear the truth because it involves your girlfriend or whatever, but you owe it to Cora to do what you can to save her." Derek looked into my eyes, and was about to reply when the alarm for his loft went off.

He gestured with his head for Scott, Stiles, and I to go hide. Not letting go of my hand, Stiles rounded the corner, and we listened.

"Derek?! Derek, where are you?" I started shaking when I heard her voice again. Stiles looked to me, and squeezed my hand tighter.

"Right here," We heard Derek say.

"Oh thank God," there was a slight pause, "Something happened, at the recital. At the school. Okay, I need to tell you before you hear it - before you hear any of it from them."

"From who?"

"Scott, Stiles, June." I tightened my grip on Stiles' clammy hand. "They're going to tell you things, things you can't believe. You have to trust me okay? You trust me."

"What is it?" Derek's tone was so casual, I mentally applauded him for his acting skills.

"Promise you'll listen to me," Jennifer said.

"I promise."

I guess that Derek's acting wasn't as good as I thought, because the next thing I heard was Jennifer say suspiciously, "They're already here, aren't they?" The three of us rounded the corner.

Jennifer's eyes looked at Scott, then flitted over to me and my neck.

"So," she started, "they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?"

"We told him you were the one killing people," I corrected.

"Oh, that's right," she said in a mocking tone, "Committing human sacrifices, what - cutting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it on my lunch hour, that way I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense," she let out a disbelieving laugh.

"I'm going to want my paper back, asshole," I muttered.

"Where's my dad?" I looked over to see that Stiles had shed a tear. I moved a fraction closer to him, and our arms were now brushing up against each other.

"How should I know?" Jennifer turned to look at Derek.

"Derek," she said desperately, "tell me you don't believe this?"

But Derek had a stoic look on his face, "Do you know what happened to Stiles' father?"

"No!"

"Ask her why she almost killed June," Scott said angrily.

"And Lydia," I added.

"Lydia Martin? I don't know anything about that!"

"Then what do you know?" Derek asked her.

"I know, that these kids for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story." Jennifer turned back to us, "One that they can't prove by the way!"

I held up the flask, "What if we can?" I asked.

"What is that," Miss Blake asked quietly.

I handed the bottle over to Scott, and he started unscrewing the lid, "June here tells me that it's a poison and a cure," the levelness of his tone sent chills up my arms, "Which means you can use it, and it can be used against you."

"Mistletoe?" Jennifer asked, and before much else could happen, Scott threw the powder into her face. I looked on in horror to see the darach's true form make an appearance in between all the shouts coming from her. She finally recomposed herself, and tried to make a break for it. Before she could even move two steps, Derek had her by the neck.

"Derek, wait!" I yelled. Well, not really a yell per say, but I spoke as loudly as I could.

"Wait, wait!" Jennifer said as Derek's claws came out, "You need me!"

"What are you?" Derek growled.

"The only person who can save your sister. Call Peter," she choked out.

With no one, moving, she grew more desperate, "CALL HIM!"

Derek did as she said, and listened to what Peter had to say about Cora. His face gave nothing away, but he did speak out 'mistletoe' at the end of the call. He hung up the phone, and squeezed Jennifer's throat tighter.

"Derek, Derek what are you doing?" Scott said.

"Her life! It's in my hands!" She struggled. Not liking the sound of that, Derek lifted her off of the ground.

"Stop - Derek, stop!" Stiles said. Jennifer looked over at him, and I made my way to stand in front of him in a protective manner.

"Stilinski, you'll never find him," I froze entirely, and I could hear the sharp intake of Stiles' breath. We watched her struggle more and more, with no sign of Derek letting up.

"Derek," I spoke firmly. He ignored me.

"Derek!" Scott yelled. He finally relented, and dropped Jennifer to the ground. She slowly looked up, her demeanor too triumphant for my liking.

"That's right, you need me." She looked over at us, "All of you."

"Get up," Derek snarled, "We're going to the hospital."

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We followed behind Derek and Jennifer in Stiles' jeep, rain pouring down furiously. I had an uneasy feeling in my gut, and I guess I wasn't the only one.

"I don't know - just - something feels wrong about this," Stiles voiced. "We proved it to Derek, but she had this... this look like it didn't matter. You know, like it was all still going according to plan. You saw it didn't you?" He looked at Scott.

"I saw it," I input while Scott nodded.

I texted Allison that we were going to the hospital if she needed to tell us anything. When we pulled up to Beacon Memorial, I was incredibly thankful that I had decided to wear my rain boots. Scott let me out on his side as Stiles rounded the jeep to his trunk. We all made our way inside, and I heard Scott ask what was with the bat.

"What, you've got claws, I've got a bat. Besides, it'll help June too since her magic's still not working." We walked through the doors, each one of us soaked to the core. All the hospital staff seemed too busy evacuating to really care that a herd of people breezed by the front desk. The only person who did notice was Melissa McCall, who was calling out for her son.

"What are you doing here? The hospital's evacuating," She said.

"We're here for Cora," Scott explained.

"All of you?" her eyes landed on me, "Oh my god. Sweetheart, what happened to your neck? And why does Stiles have my bat?"

"Long story," I glared at Jennifer.

"Mom, just trust me on this," Scott told her. "You need to get out of here. Right now."

She looked at us uneasily, "The building is supposed to be clear in thirty minutes. We've got two ambulances that are coming back. One's ten minutes out and the other's twenty. Make sure Cora is on one of those ambulances. They'll be picking up in the basement garage." Scott nodded, and ushered all of us to the elevators.

Derek had Jennifer by the arm, and the two of them lead the way into the elevators. Stiles made sure that even in such a confined space, I wasn't anywhere near Jennifer.

"You don't have to keep me on a leash, Derek. I'm going to help," she said annoyed. She looked around the elevator to see Scott glaring at her. She turned to Stiles and I, and smirked as Stiles moved further in front of me, gripping his bat menacingly.

We got to level two, and noticed how the lights were flickering. Derek came to an abrupt halt outside of what I can only assume is Cora's room. Or, was Cora's room. It was entirely empty. A puddle of black goo and mistletoe the only evidence that Cora was here. The black goo actually seemed to trail out of the room and down the hall.

"Derek," I pointed to the trail that stopped at the double doors. We all heard scuffling on the other side, and I jumped back when we saw a body slam through the doors and slide back. We looked down to see Peter staring up at us.

"We've got a problem," he said, and looked down the hall from where he was just thrown. "Big problem."

Big problem indeed. Out walked the twins, or as Stiles so eloquently put it, Voltron Wolf. Derek without so much as a second thought, charged the monster, and rammed it further down the hallway. Hardly having to put up much of a fight, Ethan and Aiden knocked Derek out of the way. Scott quickly ran after them, dodging their heavy blows. Stiles rushed forward to Peter, and got him up to go and grab Cora while the twins were distracted.

With everyone's back's turned, Jennifer grabbed my arm in a vice grip, and slapped a hand over my mouth. Struggling against her, she dragged me back into the elevator. My hands pulled hers off my mouth.

"Stiles!" I called out in a squeaky voice. I was beginning to grow frustrated with how my voice wasn't at its full capability thanks to the woman who now trapped me in an elevator. However, it was just loud enough for Stiles to hear over all the commotion, for he turned around. Noticing we weren't behind him, his gaze snapped to the elevator and saw me standing with Jennifer. His eyes widened in true fear, and he started running to the doors.

"JUNE!"

He wasn't even close when the elevator doors shut.

Jennifer backed me into a corner, and put one of her hands up over my head.

"The same protection spell over Lydia, do it for me."

"I can't," I snapped. Jennifer practically growled.

"Do it, or Ginny dies next."

My eyes widened, then I stepped forward in anger, "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. It's like you said yourself, dumbass, the mistletoe won't wear off. Not for at least another hour. You kind of screwed yourself over here, Blake."

The darach scowled at me, and the elevator doors opened. "I guess you'll just have to stick with me until your magic-" She stopped, for a blind man and a barefoot woman rounded the corner at the end of the hallway. Now I wasn't one to assume anything, but it didn't take much to guess that this was Kali and the dreaded Deucalion.

Without so much as a witty villainous remark, Deucalion took his walking cane, uncapped the end of it to reveal a sharp dagger, and threw it at Jennifer. It only missed her by inches. I scrambled back into the elevator and Jennifer followed suit. She started slamming on the button to close the doors as Kali started running towards us. As the doors shut, she sent a wave of energy through the doors and out to Kali to send her backwards, and we were back in the elevators again.

"So much for your escape plan," I remarked.

"The night's young, June, you never know," I shouldn't have let her words get to me, but it was eerie what she said.

"What did you mean the storm in the earth's shadow?" I knew it was a long shot that she would even explain, or that her words had any meaning at all. But it just bothered me what she said right before she sent me flying into a wall. We walked off the elevator into an empty hallway. Red X's were marked on every door, and the whole scene was reminiscent of a ghost town.

"You're the genius here, June." I scoffed. "When are we in the earth's shadow?"

Before I could think of an answer, I could hear another familiar voice in the distance. "We don't have her or June either! Okay, she took June again! She could be dead, for all we know! Now her, my father, and Cora are all dead!" Jennifer and I started walking closer to the room they were in. I briefly heard Scott say, "There has to be something we can do to help her."

Dramatically, Jennifer burst through the doors. "You can't. Only I can." I slowly skirted around her, and ran over to a relieved looking Stiles. As soon as I was near enough, he grabbed my arm and started looking for any injuries.

"Did she hurt you?"

"Not this time around," I semi-joked. I looked around, "Where's your bat?"

"In splinters near the other operating room."

"I can save her and I can tell you where Sheriff Stilinski is," Jennifer mentioned, and Stiles and I both looked over to her.

"But there is a pack of alphas in this hospital who want me dead. So I'll help you, but only when I'm out of here safe." The lights flickered out, and the backup generators cast a green, eerie glow over us. "Only then."

Derek threw down a table and charged at her. Scott held him back.

"She was trying to escape!"

"I was trying to keep from getting killed, okay you can't blame me for that!" She snapped.

"Then why'd you take June again?" Derek questioned.

"Last minute token of insurance," She shrugged.

"Look if you want to show that you're one of the good guys then heal her," Stiles pointed to Cora's unconscious body on the table. The druid shook her head.

"Not until I'm safe."

"I'd like to volunteer a different method of persuasion," Peter said, "Let's torture her."

"Yeah I agree with the V-neck over here," I said. Peter looked at me strangely.

"Works for me too," Derek said, and moved Scott aside. He was about to grab Jennifer when the intercom overhead went on.

"Uhm - can I have your attention. Mr. Deucalion - sorry - just Deucalion requests you bring the woman calling herself Jennifer Blake to the ER Reception. Do this, and everyone else can leave. You have ten minutes." Scott's eyes widened in terror at the sound of his mother's scared voice.

The darach had Stiles' dad, and the alphas now had Scott's mom.

I put my head in my hands, "This is a total clusterfuck."

Sorry if it seems broken up at a bad spot, this episode is just so jam packed and I didn't wanna overwhelm you with all of that squeezed into just one chapter. Anyways, hope you like it!

Shout out to @olsonss because she is the rock to my roll and has supported me and this story through and through. But also she just told me she got us tickets to see Panic! At the Disco, so I'm really just extra jazzed she's my bae today.

Also, I'm thinking of posting a playlist for all the music I listen to while I write and the songs that I think fit for each chapter and June as a whole, what do you guys think? XOXO!