𝟎𝟏𝟎 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔. They both walked into the classroom and searched through the students for their small friend.

"What the hell? McCall, Stilinski! What- what are you doing?" Coach asked in his usual frantic tone.

"Sorry, Coach." Stiles started. "We just- we were sent to get Lizzie uh no, Elizabeth Brown."

Lizzie lifted her head up from the desk and gave the boys confused looks. Scott smiled at her, and Stiles shook his head, silently asking her not to question anything.

"Elizabeth Brown? And, why do you need her, boys?" Coach persisted, sensing something was not quite right.

"Uh well, you see..." Stiles started but came up with nothing, so, he looked behind him to Scott for help.

"She has a dentist appointment." Scott lied incredibly well all things considered.

"Is that right, Brown, you have a dentist appointment?" Coach directed his question at Lizzie who put on what she hoped was a deceiving mask.

"Yeah. Yes. Yup. Dentist, I gotta go and, you know... have someone look inside my mouth."

Okay, maybe not her best lie but despite Lizzie's awful attempts of convincing the man, he hesitantly allowed her to leave. She gathered her stuff together, silently ushered along by the boys' hardened stares. When she was finally out of the door, Stiles and Scott placed firm holds on her arms and began to drag her down the empty hallway.

"Not that I don't appreciate you breaking me out of detention but like, why?" Lizzie asked them as she was obnoxiously escorted out the door to the front of the school.

"We're going to do some testing." Stiles told her in vagueness and Scott rolled his eyes at the lack of information.

"He means we're going to see what you can really do with those mysterious powers of yours." Scott filled in the gaps and the trio arrived at Stiles' jeep.

Inside the jeep, Taylor Swift was soon demanded to be played and Lizzie was filled on the recent activities that she'd missed. The boys had trialled Scott's anger again, only this time with Allison in mind. That had landed them a detention with Harris. Or, the more important piece of information, Scott had finally admitted his love for Allison.

"Do you not realize how huge this? You love her, you're in love. It's so cute it makes me wanna sleep on the highway." Lizzie chirruped from the backseat; a sour patch kids packet, gifted by Stiles, in her hand.

"I don't actually know if she loves me back yet." Scott sighed and leaned back in his shotgun seat. He softly hit his head on the headrest a few times to emphasise his dilemma.

With a scoff and a chuckle, Lizzie almost yelled. "Are you kidding me? Of course she loves you, silly."

"How do you know that?" Scott asked, a growing smile dancing on his lips.

"I slept over at hers last weekend. A lot can come out when girls are high on sugar at midnight." Lizzie grinned. "She loves you and you love her, please get married so i can be your flower girl."

"Please don't." Stiles disagreed. He gave Scott a disdainful side eye and fixed his hands further down onto the steering wheel. "She already takes up enough of your time."

"She is my girlfriend, dude." Scott bluntly stated.

"Your girlfriend who, at the moment, takes priority over your best friends." Stiles shot back and before Scott could respond with a fiery remark, Lizzie stuck her head through the gap between the two front seats.

"Best friends? As in plural? Am I counted as your best friend now?" Lizzie questioned with anticipation, unable to stop the excitement spreading across her features. The boys shared a humorous look.

"Yes. Elizabeth Brown, you can now be referred to as our best friend." Scott announced and Lizzie let out a small, thrilled squeal which he laughed at.

"Awe, that means we can no longer be the Dynamic Duo Scott. There's three of us now." Stiles whined although he really didn't mind having Lizzie as the new addition to their little friendship group.

"We're a trinity." Scott suggested and the teens nodded their heads.

"The Holy Trinity." Stiles tried. "I like that."

"Well, I love it. Thank you guys." Lizzie spoke and brought her head back through the parting and rested against the window, watching as the blurred city passed by. She always wanted a real best friend, now she had two.

After ten minutes or so, the jeep pulled up outside of Beacon Hills Vet Clinic. The three climbed out of the vehicle and Stiles grabbed a bag out of the trunk. Inside the building was empty, Scott's boss had gone home which meant they had the place all to themselves.

Once in the main area of the clinic, Stiles began to explain the plan he and Scott had come up with. "So, first we're going to start with light. You said that when you moved your hand towards the light, it turned off and when you moved it away, it turned back on."

Stiles dumped the bag on the metal table and unzipped it. "You're gonna try do the same thing with this."

In his hand was a torch which he then gave to Scott and darted to turn the lights off. The room went dark.

"Uh, is now a good time to tell you I'm scared of the dark?" Lizzie called to no one in particular. Abruptly, a small patch of light appeared in the corner of the room. Both Stiles and Scott stood with the torch shining under their faces in true scary-story fashion. They giggled hysterically at their own actions.

"Turn it off, L." Scott coaxed.

"I'm not exactly sure how, but-"

"Turn it off."

"I'm really not sure-"

"Turn it off."

"Listen, maybe this isn't the best idea-"

"Turn it off."

"If you'd just let me get my sour patch kids from the jeep-"

"Lizzie, I swear to God. Turn the goddam torch off."

With a sigh, the girl edged closer to where the two boys were stood. She lifted her hand up, mirroring the events that happened at Allison's. As she neared, the light from the torch flickered and the room started to exhibit intervals of dark and light. Small gasps and woahs escaped parted lips and eyes widened.

When she was about a foot away, the torch completely turned off and all light left the enclosed space.

"Okay, Lizzie, now back up." Stiles told her and Lizzie retraced her steps. As if in reverse, the further she moved away from the torch, the bright the light shined.

"Awesome!" Stiles sung but Lizzie shook her head in bewilderment.

"I don't get it, why doesn't that happen with all lights?"

"I honestly don't know but I'm sure we could find out somehow." Scott reassured although he wasn't exactly sure what 'somehow' meant. "Maybe Derek could help?"

Lizzie hmmed and moved to switch the main light back on and then stood on her tiptoes, drawing her arm out again. Just like all the other times, the glimmery glow of light turned off the moment her hand gained close proximity.

"Some sort of light powers, check." Stiles concluded. "Onto healing and glowy hands."

Moving towards the bag, Scott pulled out a small pocket-knife and held it to Stiles' forearm.

"This better be worth it. I'm possibly scarring my precious skin for you, Lizzie." Stiles whined, closing his eyes in anticipation. Slowly, Scott drew a small line with the knife down Stiles's arm. Lizzie and Scott let out frenzied laughs when Stiles screamed dramatically.

"Quit laughing at me and fix my skin." Stiles directed at Lizzie who skipped over in front of the boys. She went to place her dainty hands on Stiles' arm but pulled back.

"What did I do last time?" She asked as she wasn't actually aware she was doing magical glowy stuff last time it happened.

"Uh, you just touched Derek I think, right on his disgusting wound. Oh wait- you closed your eyes too."

So, Lizzie shut her eyes and carefully placed her hands on the small scratch on Stiles' arm.

"Tell me if anything happens." She whispered and it was a few seconds before little gasps could be heard.

"L, L, open your eyes."

Slowly, the girl parted her eye lids and her jaw dropped at the sight. Sure enough, the purple glow Stiles described was radiating from her hands and the droplets of blood that spilled from Stiles' cut had disappeared along with the scratch itself.

"Okay, Lizzie is officially the coolest, screw you, Scott." Stiles announced and Scott hit him over the head. Lizzie removed her hands and the glow faded; Stiles' skin was left unmarked.

"I- Why now? Why has this stuff only started now?" Lizzie asked the two boys however neither of them had answers and Scott suggested asking Derek again.  Although, she was extremely unsure about how much help the scary, hot werewolf with serious issues would be.

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To say Lizzie was afraid of hospitals would've been the understatement of the year. She was terrified of them. Partly because of the many bad memories formed within the walls of the place and partly because nothing good ever came from there. The last bit was true in a way, saying you are going to a hospital was never a lucky thing.

So when Lizzie entered the bustling reception area, her whole body was tensed up as usual. Her shoulders were hunched, her head hung low and she refused to make eye contact with anyone. She shuffled past the patients and headed straight through to Davis's room; the hospital staff didn't even bat an eye at her unannounced entrance anymore.

After Stiles and Scott's tests, Lizzie had immediately asked for them to drop her off at the hospital. She'd healed Stiles. Like, actually full on closed his minuscule wound up with only the touch of her hand and her concentration. The event had led her to question what else she could heal. And of course, her first thought was her sick brother who currently lay in a hospital bed.

Passing hectic doctors and harried nurses, Lizzie strode down the white-washed hallways, an unusually large packet of Doritos grasped tightly in her hand. Upon arriving by the door she was looking for, she knocked lightly before entering.

"Hey, Davey," She greeted her little brother who was propped up in the plastic hospital bed reading whatever superhero comic that their father had stolen for him from Lizzie's collection. "You're lucky today, I found two dollars on the floor of my math classroom. Two!"

Lizzie sat herself down on the end of Davis's bed and handed him the bag of chips. Davis swapped the comic for the chips willingly.

"Who would leave two perfectly good dollars on the floor?" He asked, squeezing the bag so it popped open.

Lizzie shrugged and lifted her legs off the floor into a cross legged position on the bed. "I dunno but you've got them to thank for the luxurious feast I've brought you today."

"Trust me, Beth, anything's better than soggy old hospital food. Last night they gave me this weird chicken casserole thing and I swear to God, the chicken was raw. Oh, and the mash. Don't even get me started on the mash. Lumpy." Davis mumbled; mouth stuffed with his beloved chips.

"No! Not the lumpy mash." Lizzie joked, she placed a hand to her chest and let out an over-exaggerated gasp.

"It was grey too." Davis continued his whine. Lizzie played along and pretended to faint onto the mattress. Davis giggled at her actions and used his feet to kick his sister awake from her mock unconscious state.

Lizzie continued the game and stayed still, her eyes still closed. However, the fun was soon over as the boy's giggles turned into fits of ghastly coughs and splutters. Lizzie shot up and pulled her brother close to her, rubbing his back soothingly as he coughed.

When Davis had calmed down, Lizzie placed multiple kisses into his hair. The outburst had brought unreliable tears to her eyes. She brushed them away and leaned down to rest her chin on top of Davis's head.

"It's okay. It's okay." She whispered repeatedly whilst Davis took his time to calm down. "Do you wanna see something cool, Davey?"

Davis nodded slowly and Lizzie carefully pulled him off her lap and laid him back down on the bed, using the soft pillows to support his head. Then she untucked his arm from underneath the bed covers and grasped it between her sweaty palms delicately. Davis opened his mouth to question what was going on, but he was hurriedly shushed by his sister who closed her eyes and focused all her energy. She took a deep breath in and allowed herself to feel, she allowed the hope she held for this to work to radiate through her veins.

After a few seconds, she heard a gasp.

"Lizzie! Oh my god! You- woah."

Lizzie peaked through a squinted eye lid to see the fluorescent purple glow once again. It lit up the shadowy room, the violet shine bouncing off the dull walls. Davis gazed in awe, he couldn't tell of he was dreaming, or his sister was truly producing the magnificent illumination. The purple started to glide up the veins in the boy's arm causing the whole limb to sparkle brilliantly.

For a moment, when the siblings smiled at one another, they became the centre of their own joint universes. The intense feel of wonder and bewilderment was the only thing that bounded their minds. The junoesque flame of powerful glow was the only thing enlightening their fascination filled pupils.

Briefly, Davis thought he felt the ton of bricks lift off of his suffocated chest. Oxygen became easier to grasp and his lungs felt clearer. For just a second, he felt lighter.

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Stiles jumped out of his jeep and scooted to open one of the car doors for Lizzie. She smiled gratefully and hopped out of the vehicle, slightly tripping over nothing as she did.

"This is a terrible idea." Lizzie heard Stiles say with a sigh.

"Yeah, I know."

"But we're still gonna do it?"

"Can you think of something better?"

"Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until it eventually goes away."

Lizzie nodded enthusiastically in agreement before lifting up a clenched fist for Stiles to bump with his own. The trio were at the school during the early hours of the night, not the first time they'd been at that exact location at that hour. Apparently, there'd been a little mix up between Derek Hale and Scott's boss involving Derek throwing around accusations about who the Alpha was and Scott's boss, Deaton, forced to be involved.

"Just make sure we can get inside." Scott commanded.

Just then, a second car approached the school carpark and pulled up next to the teens. The door of the sleek black vehicle opened and out stepped Mr Derek Hale. Looking hot as ever, Lizzie thought, but then silently yelled at herself, reminding her prohibited brain that he was like seven years older than her.

"Where's my boss?" Scott demanded and Derek gave him a tired look, returning Lizzie's timid wave.

"He's in the back." He gestured the back seat of the car. Scott, Stiles and Lizzie bent down to see Deaton laid painfully across the seats, duck taped and bleeding.

"Oh, he looks comfortable." Stiles deadpanned.

"Poor guy." Lizzie murmured, eyes still on the unconscious man. She skipped closer to the car and opened one of the doors. Taking off her cardigan, she leaned in and placed her discarded item of clothing under Deaton's head to give him at least some comfort in his dishevelled state.

"Hey, Lizzie, come on." The girl was called over by her friends who she quickly made her way over to and the three of them entered the school together.

The empty hallways were one thousand times eerier than they were in daylight. Every lingering shadow seemed to be amplified in their creepiness. Only using the light from their torches, they crept through the school and towards the office.

"Okay, one question," Stiles began to ask Scott as they entered the main office. "What are you gonna do if the Alpha doesn't show up?"

"I don't know."

A very common answer of Scott's.

"And what are you gonna do if he does show up?" Lizzie asked, biting down on the remains of her fingernails as Stiles began to mess with some gadget on one of the desks.

"I don't know." Scott repeated.

"Good plan." Stiles sassed and began tapping around again.

"All right, you said a wolf howls to signal his position to the rest of the pack, right?" Scott checked.

"Right, but if you bring him here, does that make you part of his pack?" Stiles emphasized.

"I hope not."

"Yeah, me too."

Stiles reached over to pull a microphone out of its spot of the desk and placed in front of Scott. He then turned up a few dials on the gadget, supposedly so when Scott growled the sound will be intensified for the Alpha to hear.

"Alright, all you."

"You got this, Scooter."

Lizzie and Stiles sent the wolf encouraging smiles and moved away from the desk to give Scott some space.

Scott took a deep breath, cleared his throat, inhaled and...

A shrill howl echoed from the speakers through the hallways. Lizzie winced and her face contorted into a cringe. The sound filling her ears was anything but a howl, it was God awful.

"Dude, that was not a howl." Lizzie sighed when the ugly noise came to a stop and Scott bit his lip bashfully. "That was a beautiful re-enactment of some sort of bird being ran over extremely slowly but that wasn't exactly what we were hoping for."

"Yeah, or a cat being choked to death." Stiles added.

"What do I do? How am I supposed to do this?" Scott asked, panic rising in his voice.

"Hey, hey." Stiles and Lizzie skirted round the desk and closed in on Scott, Stiles placing his hands on Scott's shoulders.

"Listen to me. You're calling the Alpha. All right?" Stiles started.

And Lizzie, unsure how to help, repeated Stiles motivational words.

"You're calling the Alpha."

"Be a man."

"Be a man. Or be a woman. Women are cool."

"Be a werewolf, not a teen wolf."

"Werewolf, not a teen wolf."

Stiles clapped Scott on the shoulders as a final part of his pep talk and Lizzie hugged into Scott's arm slightly, earning a sweet smile directed at her. Lizzie and Stiles stepped back again and braced themselves for another horrific rendition of a small animal dying however this time a deep, bold howl boomed from all around them. It was loud, very loud. The door to the office began to shake as did many other pieces of furniture in the room. That was what they were hoping for.

After Scott had been congratulated and cheered by Stiles and Lizzie, they made their way back outside again to be met with a very angry looking Derek.

"I'm gonna kill all three of you. What the hell was that?" He seethed. "What are you tryna do? Attract the entire state to the school?"

"Sorry. I didn't know it was gonna be that loud." Scott smiled, still breathless from before.

"Yeah, it was loud and it was awesome." Stiles agreed, singing the last part.

"He's right. It was beautiful, Scotty." Lizzie agreed with the nod of her head.

"Shut up." Derek silenced them all.

"Don't be such a sour-wolf." Stiles daringly admonished.

"Hey, Der, can I call you Der? I'm gonna call you Der. In my opinion, I think this a real milestone for little old Scott over here. He hasn't had it easy these past few months and you haven't exactly helped."

She paused for breath and dug around in her pockets, producing three colourful pens.

"Now, maybe you just need to loosen up a little. I stole these from the office because Mrs Smith always uses them and they each smell like different fruits. Here, you can have the strawberry one. Maybe it could help you chillax a bit, I've heard these pens can be quite calming. You know? Like scented candles. Or if it doesn't help, you'll just have a new pretty pen to write with."

She handed Derek a sparkly red pen with cartoon strawberries dotted along the body. Derek took the pen, stared at it and then snapped it in half, chucking it over his shoulder. Lizzie's jaw dropped and she glared at the man.

"Hey!"

Before she could run over to find where the snapped pen had landed, something Scott said made her snap her priorities back in check.

"What'd you do with him?" Scott asked, referring to his boss who wasn't laying in Derek's car anymore.

"What?" Derek spun round to see the car door open, no-one inside. "I didn't do anything."

Suddenly, there was a squelching sound and a low growl. Derek choked; blood spilled from his mouth. The teens gasped when they saw a humongous wolf, at least seven foot tall, lift Derek off the ground by his claws which were dug into the man's stomach.

The trio wasted no time in sprinting back up to the school. As soon as they were in the building, they slammed the doors shut and pulled on the handles, trying to keep that thing out.

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