✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 3.02 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

'firstly, it's charlotte to you. we are not friends, not acquaintances - i despise the air you breathe and the fact we are sharing oxygen right now makes me wish I was six feet under.'

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"All I'm saying is, if this 'Heather' girl doesn't play any Taylor Swift I'm gonna commit a heinous felony? What is so wrong about that?" Lottie asked as she swung both Stiles' and Scott's hands as they walked on the sidewalk of a quiet suburban road. Stiles scoffed at the girl as Scott sent a small grin her way.

"Lotts, I love Taylor, you know I do. But not everyone else does and the chances of Heather blasting 'White Horse' at a house party is slim to none. I don't want you to get your hopes up." Stiles tried to reason - of course forgetting for a moment that his girlfriend was the self-proclaimed biggest Swiftie.

"Stiles, baby." Lottie started, releasing Scott's hand to stand in front of Stiles and stop him from walking. "There isn't any length I won't go to for Ms Taylor. If nobody plays Taylor, I'll just make them." She grinned, flashing her white eyes at the boy who rolled his eyes fondly at the girl, until he saw the forlorn look on Scott's face. Lottie turned to the boy and swiftly grabbed his hand again, making him grin slightly.

"What?" Stiles asked.

"What do you mean 'what?'" Scott replied, slightly confused as usual.

"I mean what. And you know what." Stiles continued, pausing the group once again to focus on the matter of Scott's downtrodden mood. "The look you were giving- there was a distinct look."

"What look?"

"The one that says the last thing you feel like doing is going to a party." Lottie laughed, squeezing the boy's hand.

"It's not that. I just feel a little weird going to a different high school's party. Like I'm gonna stick out."

"One drink and you'll be bouncing off the walls. I went to nursery with this girl. She's promised to introduce us to everyone. Besides, you need a break from Allison. So, no Allison. You're moving on." Stiles decided for the werewolf, trying to be supportive as he began to tug Lottie along, frowning when she let go of his hand and nodded for him to continue for a moment.

"Scotty, if you really wanna leave, we'll just let Stiles show his face and then we can go and have a movie marathon or something okay? There's no pressure for you to move on overnight. You move on if and when you are ready okay?" Lottie reassured as Stiles walked ahead and stood waiting for them on the doorstep.

"Thanks Lotts. Love you. You always know what to say." Scott thanked his best friend as he wrapped his arms around her small frame. "I think it's time to try and move on though."

"Then move on we shall!" Lottie cheered as they reunited with Stiles who smiled at his favourite people.

"Onward and upward!" Stiles chimed in as Scott looked between the two sheepishly.

"How's my breath?"

"Doggish." Lottie grinned mischievously as Scott sent her a deadpan look. "Oh, come on. It's been forever since I made a dog joke. Besides, if you think I'm actually putting my nostrils anywhere near your mouth, you're sorely mistaken."

"I'm not smelling your breath." Stiles retorted as Scott turned to look at him.

"Well, do you have any gum?"

"Oh my God. Scotty if your breath smelt, I'd smell it! Especially since we're closer to a full moon. You're good! Now can we get off this porch? I'm freezing!" Lottie whined as she shivered.

"Can you at least tell me what kind of party it is?" Scott asked as Stiles unlocked the door, holding it open for Lottie who was greeted with a very inebriated teenage girl screaming in her face.

"IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!" The girl shouted as she welcomed the trio, eyes lighting up when they landed on Stiles who gave the girl a giant smile as he began to turn to Lottie.

"Heather! Happy Birthday! This is my girl-" Suddenly lips were on his and they weren't Lotties. He immediately pulled back and wiped his hand across his lips in moderate disgust as Heather grinned.

Stiles' face lost all colour as he turned to where his girlfriend once stood and saw Scott with his arms around her waist - anticipating the girl to lose her shit. But she was still. Unmoving. Lottie only looked at Stiles, scanning her eyes over the shocked and almost scared look on his face. He didn't want to lose her. "Lotts I didn't- I'm so-"

"So happy you made it. Come help me pick out a bottle of wine." Heather continued, pulling at Stiles' hand as he stood frozen. If only she'd let him introduce Lottie, now Lottie was going to have to introduce herself. And if there was one thing Lottie was good at, it was leaving an impression.

"Heather?" Lottie ignored her boyfriend's worried look and turned her attention to the birthday girl. Removing herself from Scott's arms, she stepped up to Heather, a smile falling on her face.

"Happy Birthday Heather! Thanks for letting us come! I'm Charlotte." Lottie grinned, before hugging the girl and leaning up to her ear. "If you even so much as think about placing your scabby mouth on my boyfriend ever again, I'll rip out your tongue and sew it to your forehead. Understand?" She threatened not waiting for a response as she continued. "Nod if you understand me?" When Heather shook her head shakily in a nod, Lottie pulled back from the hug and smiled before heading back to Stiles and smirking at Scott's horrified face. "Happy Birthday!" Heather was already out of the room and running down to what looked like the basement, Lottie assumed to drown herself in the bottles of wine down there.

"Lottie I had no idea-"

"Stiles? Why are you panicking? I'm not angry at you."

"Oh my God! I need a drink, we've been here five minutes and Lottie almost started World War Three. I'll meet you two later." Scott joked as he headed for the kitchen.

"Why do I have a feeling you threatened her?" Stiles asked as he wrapped his arms around Lottie's waist lovingly, looking into his girlfriend's eyes and thanking the God's that she wasn't mad at him.

"Who me? Threaten? Never." She looked up at him mockingly innocently, clasping her hands behind his neck. "Although I do think she'd look a lot better with her tongue sewn onto her forehead." She grinned mischievously as she watched her boyfriend's jaw hit the floor.

"I'm so in love with you." He mumbled as he leant down, insanely attracted to how protective she was of him, knowing he was exactly the same.

"I know." She smirked before stepping up onto her tip toes and locking her lips with his is a fiery kiss.

They continued to make out, completely unaware of the world around them as the kisses turned more heated before Lottie pulled away grinning, grabbing Stiles' hand and guiding him up the stairs and to one of the spare rooms - at least they assumed it was a spare room due to the lack of decor in it. Stiles walked over to the bed almost sheepishly as he sat on the edge of it, beckoning Lottie to follow him with his hand, smirking as she did so, his confidence growing. This was his Lotts, and his love. There was no need for embarrassment or awkwardness. They were each other's everything. In every sense of the word.

Placing her legs either side of his, she sat on his lap confidently, placing small kisses on the corner of his lips, moving to his neck teasing him just enough and waiting for him to snap - which he did. Stiles stole her mouth with his own, clutching her jaw in his hand, passionately kissing her lips with fever as Lottie felt herself begin to lose any and all inhibitions, drunk on his love. He was hers and she was his and their love was one for the ages. They pulled away slowly as Stiles rubbed circles on Lottie's hips, as they looked each other in the eyes, asking a non-verbal question. 'Was tonight the night?' As the both slowly grinned at each other they nodded shyly. Lottie adjusted herself on Stiles lap, grinning as he groaned softly.

"I don't have anything with me." Stiles moaned slightly as Lottie continued to wriggle on his lap with an innocent smirk on her face.

"Check the bathroom? If you're sure." She asked, wanting to make sure consent was clear. They didn't have to rush anything after all. They had forever.

"I'm sure. Are you sure?" Stiles asked as he lifted her off his lap and stood.

"More than anything." She grinned, standing and placing a soft kiss to his lips.

He promised he'd be right back and left the room swiftly. Practically sprinting to the bathroom, Stiles rummaged through the cupboards looking for the box of condoms he prayed were there. Sighing to himself he began to tear apart the drawers eager to give himself to the love of his life - the nerves began to boil the longer he was away from her. He'd finally found a box and was about to cheer until he saw the size - XXL. Glancing down at his lap and back at the box, Stiles jumped when Lottie slid into the bathroom unannounced.

"You okay? It's just you've been gone for a while. I wanted to make sure you're okay. We don't have to do anything tonight, you know." She reassured him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder and spotting the condoms in his hand.

'I uh- I don't know if they'll-" He stuttered awkwardly.

"Stiles?" Lottie smirked up at him, turning him to face her. "They'll fit. Trust me." She grinned, laughing as once again his jaw dropped. "Now please put those pretty lips on mine." She removed the condoms from his hand and placed them on the side as she jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist as he smiled.

"Have I told you I love you lately?" He asked as their lips were mere millimetres apart.

"Yes. And I love you so much more." She replied honestly. She truly didn't think it were possible to love anyone the way she love him

"Impossible." He denied as he went in to kiss her, only for them to be interrupted by Stiles' phone ringing. "Just ignore it." He told Lottie, kissing her. Until her phone ran too. Groaning, Stiles gently put her down and they took out their phones.

"What!" Stiles spat into his phone at Scott.

"Lydipad?" After both teens were summoned they glance at each other before bursting into a fit of giggles. "You know? For two of our biggest supporters, they are our biggest cock blocks."

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Lottie sat on a spinning desk chair in Derek's bare, stone-laden loft, pausing her spinning to send a glare to Derek as Isaac spoke.

"I'm starting to not like this idea. It sounds dangerous. I definitely don't like it. And I definitely don't like him." Isaac announced as nerves began to take over.

"If you think Isaac doesn't like him then you really don't wanna hear my thoughts on the prick." Lottie glowered.

"You'll be fine." Derek told Isaac before turning to Lottie - feeling the need to reassure her. "He'll be fine."

"Why does it have to be him? Why can't Lottie use her juju mind stuff on me?" Isaac practically whined, pointing at Lottie who waved.

"He knows how to do it. I don't. It'd be more dangerous if I tried it myself. And we don't know how Tiny's juju stuff works. It could be more dangerous than all of these options combined. No offence Tiny."

"None taken Toto. I'm a powerful badass. I know." She grinned up at him from her seat as he smiled back at her.

"You know Scott doesn't trust him. And personally, I trust Scott." Isaac argued as Lottie clutched a hand to her chest, loving the friendship between her brothers.

"Do you trust me?" Derek asked.

"Yeah. I trust Lottie the most though. And I still don't like him."

"Everyone trusts Tiny the most and no one likes him." Derek replied as the steel sliding door of his loft apartment opened to reveal the man they were talking about: Peter Hale.

"Boys, Lottie, just an F-Y-I. Yes, coming back from the dead left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing? Still works. So I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is you're feeling straight to my face." Peter smirked as he entered the room.

"We don't like you. Now shut up and help us." Derek deadpanned as Peter thoughtfully looked at his nephew and shrugged.

"Fair enough." Peter replied. "So-" Lottie cleared her throat.

"My turn. Since you're so desperate to hear my opinion, let me give you a little taste." Lottie started as she stood, making her way around the table she'd been sitting behind. "Firstly, it's Charlotte to you. We are not friends, not acquaintances - I despise the air you breathe and the fact we are sharing oxygen right now makes me wish I was six feet under. Second of all, everyone here hates you. Like H-A-T-E. You have no real redeemable qualities and I have no idea why you're helping up right now because it doesn't really benefit you? I wouldn't trust you even if I was on fire and you were holding the only bucket of water on this Earth - Ironic since you once were a crispy little fuck - no offence to those you ACTUALLY lost in that fire Toto."

Lottie didn't even pause to take a breath as she sent an apologetic look to Derek who held his hands up in surrender, desperate to stay out of this. "And if it wasn't for the fact that Toto seems to think you're capable of doing this and I know I'm capable of stopping you without lifting a finger - you wouldn't even be here right now. So do what you came here to do and then politely fuck off. " Lottie finished without having raised her voice once. She calmly walked back to her seat and spun in it three times, calming herself before turning back to Isaac and Derek. "Apologies for the outburst but he asked for honesty." Lottie apologised as she inspected her nails.

"And once again, I ask myself why I bit the most opinionated, sarcastic person on the planet?" Peter sighed, slightly amused at the back and forth between the two of them. Although there wasn't really much back and forth - it was just Lottie ripping him a new one every time he saw her. "Fair enough." He unsheathed his claws and grinned at a nervous Isaac.

The young werewolf sat in a chair, shifting nervously and gripping the arms rest as Lottie walked over and sat on the floor in front of him, pulling his hands off the arms of the chair and massaging them gently. Isaac flinched as Peter delicately touched his claws to the nape of his neck.

"Relax. I'll get more out of you if you're calm." Peter reassured as he felt around the nape of Isaac's neck, looking for the right spot. Derek glanced nervously at Lottie from behind Isaac but she was far too focused on Isaac and his well being, still massaging the tension out of his hands.

"How exactly do you know how to do this?" Isaac asked Peter.

"It's an old ritual. Used mostly by Alphas since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice. One little slip and you could paralyse someone. Or kill them." Peter explained, lacking a certain empathy that Lottie thought should be used in this situation.

"I don't need to threaten you about what'll happen if you so much as hurt a hair on his head do I?" Lottie deadpanned, glancing up at the ex-Alpha.

"I got that message loud and clear, Flounder." Peter grinned as he watched Lottie's face morph into one of distaste.

"Have you had a lot of practice?" Isaac asked nervously, glancing at Lottie who sent him a reassuring smile.

"Well, I've never paralysed anyone?"

"Wait, does that mean-" But as Isaac began to panic, Peter jammed his claws into Isaac's neck. The young werewolf clung tightly to Lottie's hand as his head jerked up in shock, the world around him spinning whilst his eyes began to glow a luminescent yellow as Peter's glowed blue. Derek and Lottie turned their attention to Peter who was looking around the room as if he could see something nobody else could. Derek leaned over to Isaac to intervene as Isaac began to thrash and panicked.

"Wait. I see them." Peter called out before retracting his claws and releasing Isaac who slumped forward into Derek's arms as Lottie ran over to the sink and wet a rag, before running back over to Isaac and wiping away the sweat from his brow as he sat passed out in the chair after Derek released him from his arms.

"What did you see?" Derek asked, hoping that it had all been worth it.

"Not much, it was very confusing. Vague images and phrase-"

"But you saw something?" Lottie asked, sighing in relief as Peter nodded.

"Erica and Boyd?" Derek asked.

"I barely saw them. Just glimpses." Peter replied distractedly as he seemed to replay the images from Isaac's mind back.

"But, you saw them right? Erica and Boyd?" Derek pressed as concern dressed his features at the thought of his pack being injured - they might have left him, but to him, they were his responsibility. Peter nodded in response as he continued looking off into the distance, thinking of Isaac's memories. Lottie frowned at the man when she noticed that he was clenching his clawed hand into a fist, massaging it gently before he snapped back to reality, looking Lottie directly in the eye.

"It gets worse."

"Deucalion?" Derek asked.

"He was talking to them. Something about time running out." Peter explained as Isaac began to stir and Lottie cupped his face, smiling at the boy in comfort.

"What does that mean?" Isaac raised his head and turned back to face Peter as he questioned him groggily.

"He won't kill them." Lottie denied, he had no reason to kill them. Not yet anyway.

"He didn't say he'd kill them. No, but he did make a promise. By the full moon, they'd both be dead."

"The next full moon? But that's-" Derek was cut off by Peter who nodded, confirming the worst.

"Tomorrow night."

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Sitting across Stiles' lap, Lottie looked around the room at all her friends as they dissected the matching bruises on both Lydia and Allison's arm's, given to them by the girl Isaac had been looking for. The two bruises, when held together, formed a symbol on their skin. Derek however was not so convinced.

"I don't see anything." Derek scoffed, unimpressed with his time being wasted as he sent Lottie a look as she poked her tongue out at him.

"Look again Derek." Scott insisted, pointing to Allison and Lydia.

"How is a bruise going to tell me where Erica and Boyd are?" Derek's patience was wearing thin as he scoffed.

"It's the same on both arms. Exactly the same, look."

"It's nothing, Scott."

"Pareidolia. Seeing patterns that aren't there. It's a subset of apophenia." Lydia explained as Lottie sent her a thumbs up, proud of Lydia for no longer hiding how smart she truly was.

"What she said." Derek added, mildly impressed by the strawberry blonde's knowledge.

"Derek, they're trying to help." Scott tried.

"These two? This one who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. And this one who shot about thirty arrows into me and my pack?" Derek fumed as he pointed between Lydia and Allison respectively, also not forgetting that one of the people Allison shot multiple times was in the room with them, sitting looking at her boyfriend lovingly.

"Hey, come on, this isn't getting us anywhere. I'm ignoring what happened to Lotts' for the sake of my sanity and so I don't lose my shit. There might have been some maiming. A little mangling. But no death. I call that an important distinction." Stiles tried to change the tone of the conversation, aware that one of those maimed was the love of his life but trying to get Derek to listen.

"My mother died." Allison added as a heavy silence filled the room.

"Your family's little honour code killed your mother. Not me." Derek spat as he rolled his eyes, as Lottie pointed at him in agreement. Derek was borderline fed up with having the blame pinned on him.

"Okay, can everyone back off for one second?" Scott asked, trying to diffuse the situation.

Allison turned, looking at Derek with disdain in her eye, "That girl was looking for Scott. I'm here to help him. Not you."

"You want to help? Find something real." Derek began, starting to walk away, looking at the sad look on Lottie's face. "Are we also forgetting the fact that little miss perfect over here shot the shit out of Tiny? And hasn't even apologised?" Derek added scoffing as everyone looked between Allison and Lottie awkwardly.

"I- I uh-" Allison stammered out, looking at Lottie ashamed. She was mortified at her actions towards Lottie, but also felt like Lottie was siding with Derek, which was only being further cemented as Lottie smiled thankfully at the older Alpha.

"Look. All this in fighting isn't going to get us anywhere. Lotts and Allison can deal with their issues on their own. Give her a chance. We're all on the same side now." Scott tried, trying to be diplomatic.

"Then maybe you should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night." Derek concluded, sending an apologetic look to Lottie before sweeping out the room, leaving the teenagers in a silence that was deafening. That was until Lottie stood and brushed off invisible dirt from her lap.

"Well, this has been painfully awkward and I'm not in the mood today so, I'm gonna leave." She announced before Stiles joined her and grabbed her hand in his, squeezing it three times as he smiled at her. Lottie smiled back before she left the room with him, Scott trailing after them as he sent an apologetic look to Allison.

"Well, that could've gone better." Lydia mumbled as she looked at Allison who sighed sadly.

Walking along the corridor, Stiles, Lottie and Scott were discussing the latest supernatural problem they were faced with.

"What do you think a pack of Alpha's want with Erica and Boyd?" Stiles asked his best friends, swinging Lottie's hand gently, smiling as he saw Lottie wrap her other arm around Scott's.

"I'm not sure it's them that they want." Scott theorised out loud.

"What--Derek? Like they're recruiting?" Stiles paused, looking at both Scott and Lottie.

"I mean it makes sense? Get rid of the pack, get Toto alone. Werewolves are stronger in packs after all? A pack of Alpha's? The power must be off the charts." Lottie thought aloud, stopping when she saw Scott look beyond them. She followed his gaze and met the eyes of a set of twins. One of them smirked at Lottie, looking her up and down to which she promptly rolled her eyes pointedly and turned her back to them.

"Scott- you coming?" Stiles asked, pulling Scott back to reality as they headed to their business studies class.

Taking her seat in between Scott and Stiles, Lottie rested her head on her arms as she felt overcome with tiredness. Stiles and Scott shared a look over her head, concerned for the girl, knowing the full moon was already beginning to affect the small girl. A book slamming on the teacher's desk, jolted her up in shock.

"The stock market is based on two principles. What are they?" Coach asked the class as Lottie leant over and nudged Scott, encouraging him to put his hand up, smiling as he did. "Yes, McCall, you can go to the bathroom." Coach added, skimming over the young werewolf.

"Coach, I know the answer." Scott informed the man who blinked in shock.

"Are you serious?" Coach asked, confused.

"It's risk versus reward." Scott answered as Lottie high-fived him proudly and Coach laughed in delight.

"Who are you and what have you done with McCall? Don't answer that. I like you better." Coach continued to laugh as he turned to address the class. "Anyone have a quarter?"

Stiles reached into his pocket, digging around for a quarter, smiling as he pulled one out. Only for that smile to drop in shock as the XXL condom he had found the other night flew out of his pocket and onto the floor. He sent a horrified look to Lottie as she held a hand over her mouth, holding in her laughter as she winked at him.

"Stilinski, I believe you dropped this. And... congratulations." Coach chuckled as he picked the condom up off the floor and handed it back to Stiles. Taking the quarter, Coach returned to his desk and reached for his mug and set it on the floor. Coach took a few steps back and bounced the quarter out of his hand and right into the mug with a grin. "Risk and reward. Put the quarter in the mug and you win the reward."

Retrieving the quarter, Coach placed it on Danny's desk and the boy looked up at his teacher with a questioning look on his face. "What's the reward?" Danny asked.

With a thoughtful look on his face, Coach deliberated the reward. "You don't have to take the pop quiz tomorrow."

"Coach, it's not a pop quiz if you tell us about it." Danny replied, puzzled.

"Danny, to be honest, I really expect more from you by now." Coach sighed before heading over to Lottie's desk. "The risk, Lottie, is if you don't get the quarter in, you take the quiz--and you have to write an essay. Risk: More work. Reward: No work. Or: Choose not to play." Lottie sighed, looking up at the man before craning her neck to see the cup before smiling softly.

"What's life without a little risk?" She took the quarter and stood up, but she didn't make her way over to where Coach stood - no, in typical Lottie fashion, she stayed at her desk and climbed on top of it, looking down at the cup. Without so much as blinking, Lottie flicked her wrist and watched as the quarter landed in the cup expertly. Stiles stood to help her climb down from the deck, high-fiving her proudly.

"Nicely done, Lottie. No pop quiz for you." Coach smiled as he offered the chance to the class and Stiles - once he'd helped Lottie back to her seat - shot up and took the quarter, standing where Coach had when he'd taken his turn. "Now there's a gambling man." Stiles began to line up his shot, not noticing that the door had begun to open. "Stiles-"

"Yeah Coach I've got this." Stiles replied, distractedly.

"Stiles." Sheriff Stilinski called out from the doorway. Stiles paused looking concerned at his father before his gaze travelled to Lottie who'd sat up in her seat. "Coach Finstock, I need to borrow my son and Lottie please." Both teenagers made their way out of the classroom and stood outside with Stilinski.

"What do you mean she's missing?" Stiles asked his father. They'd just been informed that Heather had been missing since the night of her party. "As in completely gone?"

"Completely gone. We've put out an A-P-B. But, guys, all of her friends say you two were the last people who saw her." Stilinski explained, frowning at the two teenagers. "We're hoping it's just some bad decisions brought on by too much to drink. But if either of you remember anything else, you call me. Okay?"

"Of course, Noah. Anything." Lottie reassured, hugging the man before he walked away. "Stiles, I have a bad feeling about this." Lottie whispered as the boy wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly as the bell rang.

"Me too, Lotts. Me too." Stiles agreed as he stroked Lottie's hair, waiting for Scott to leave the class. When the young werewolf left the class, they began to walk down the corridor together, theorising Heather's disappearance.

"You think they kidnapped Heather to turn her?" Scott asked after Stiles had begun to explain his thought process. Stiles shrugged as he began to pick at the skin around his fingers.

"Well, D-Derek says it's easier to turn teenagers right?" Lottie grabbed Stiles' hands and placed a soft kiss on the back of it.

"But why's an Alpha pack need Betas?" Scott queried confused as Lottie sensed Stiles' growing panic.

"I don't know. I don't care. This girl, Scott--our moms were best friends before mine died. We took fuckin' bubble baths together when we were three. We gotta' find her." Stiles rambled as he began to spiral. Lottie and Scott looked at each other before nodding and wrapping Stiles up into a group hug.

"We'll find her Batman." Lottie reassured him.

"We need to get Isaac to remember." Scott started. "I know Peter and Derek couldn't do it but maybe we were looking for help from the wrong person. Maybe we don't need a werewolf. But someone who knows a lot about them."

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"After this, I think we should all come back to my house and watch Happy Feet or something?" Lottie suggested from her place sat up on the operating table of Deaton's veterinary clinic, watching Scott, Stiles and Derek empty ice into a tub filled with water..

"Happy Feet?" Isaac asked, confused, as all the men in the room glanced up at her.

"What? It's fitting, you're about to be dunked in ice water and Mumble is a penguin and lives in a snowy icy terrain? Talk about a film with the appropriate setting." Lottie explained as Isaac tentatively touched a finger to the water as he knelt beside the tub.

"Obviously, it's not going to be particularly comfortable. But if we can slow your heart rate down enough you'll slip into a trance-like state." Deaton explained as he walked over to the boy.

"So it's like being hypnotised?" Isaac asked, Lottie couldn't help but notice how innocent he looked as he looked up at the Doctor.

"Exactly. You'll be half transformed. It'll let us access your subconscious mind."

"How slow does his heart need to be?" Scott asked cautiously. Deaton looked between Isaac and Lottie, knowing that he was gonna have to defend the process to Lottie - she was Isaac's protector.

"Very slow."

"How slow is very slow?" Derek asked, also glancing at Lottie now.

"Nearly dead-"

"Woah. Okay. Big no. Almost dead? Could he die? Absolutely not! Not happening-" Lottie started rambling as Derek walked over to her and picked her up.

"Tiny. We need to do this. If you keep fighting it, I'll have to lock you in another room. You want to be here right? So you can watch over Isaac?" Derek asked her as she wriggled in his arms. Stiles grinned as he watched his girlfriend squirm.

Derek was paused as the sound of rubber snapping against skin. The room all turned to face Stiles who was looking at the glove that was all the way up to his elbow.

"What?" He asked the room.

"You know those are the gloves Deaton uses to put his arm up animals asses right? That's why it goes so far up your arm." Lottie grinned at him as he recoiled in disgust. He quickly removed the glove and Lottie removed herself from Derek's arms, slightly calmer than she was.

"If it's too risky you don't have to do this." Derek told his beta. Isaac responded by stepping into the tub, already shivering as he tried to adjust to the cold temperatures. Taking a few breaths he nodded at Derek and Scott who both grabbed their arms and plunged Isaac into the water. Lottie clutched Stiles tightly and hid her face in his chest, unable to watch. Isaac squirmed and fought against the hands holding him under as he tried to re-enter the surface. Eventually Isaac settled, his heart slowing till it was barely beating, when Deaton addressed the room.

"Now remember, only I talk to him. Too many voices will confuse him and draw him out." Deaton explained as Isaac's eyes moved under his lids as if he were in an intense dream. "Isaac? Can you hear me?"

"Yes. I hear you." Isaac replied dazed as his eyes continued to flicker.

"This is Dr. Deaton. I'd like to ask you a few questions. Is that all right?"

"Yes, that's alright."

"I want to ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd. I want you to remember it for me in as vivid detail as possible. Like you were actually there again." Deaton asked as Isaac began to squirm again, panic settling in as he rethought about the night. "It's all right, Isaac. They're just memories. You can't be hurt by a memory." Deaton reassured him as Derek and Scott gently pushed him back under. "So let's go back to that night. To the place you found Erica and Boyd. Can you tell me what you see? Is it some kind of building? A house?"

"Not a house. The walls are stone. Like marble." Isaac replied, his eyes scanning his surroundings beneath his eyes.

"That's perfect. Can you give me any other descriptors?"

"It's dusty. Empty." Isaac continued to describe.

"Like an abandoned building? Isaac?" Deaton asked as Isaac went suddenly still. "Isaac?"

"They're here. They're coming - They-they-" Isaac panicked, reaching up and grabbing Scott's wrist, claws unsheathed as he drew blood.

"They can't hurt you. It's just a memory. Your memories can't hurt you." Deaton tried to calm him. "They can't hurt you. Just relax." Slowly Isaac released Scott's wrist as the boy sighed in relief. "Good. Now tell us what you see. Tell us everything..."

"I hear him. Boyd. He's talking about the full moon and being out of control when the moon rises. I think he's talking to Erica. I can't see her. I can't see either of them." Isaac explained before Stiles interrupted.

"What else is he saying?" Deaton put a finger to his lips, quieting Stiles as Lottie turned, putting her back to Stiles' chest as she began to watch the ordeal.

"Can you hear anything else?" Deaton asked.

"They're worried about what they'll do. During the moon. Worried they'll hurt each other." Derek and Scott shared a worried look with Lottie as Derek began to whisper to Scott.

"If they're locked in together on the full moon they're going to tear each other apart."

"Isaac, we need to know where they are. Can you see them?" Deaton asked. "Do you know what kind of room it is? Is there any kind of marker? A number on a door? A sign?"

Isaac suddenly drew in a breath as Lottie took a step towards the tub. In a voice so quiet it was barely heard, Isaac began to whisper, "They're here. No, they see me. They see me." Isaac began to panic, thrashing about again. Derek leant towards Isaac irritably.

"This isn't working. Isaac, where are you?"

"You're going to confuse him!" Deaton fumed.

"They're coming- they've found me!"

"Just tell us where you are! Where are you?" Derek growled as Isaac splashed about before panic completely took over him and Lottie felt her own panic heighten.

Ice spilt across the floor, inching towards Lottie as Stiles looked between the water on the floor and Lottie, worried about what might happen to her this close to the moon. "His heart rate- he could go into shock." Deaton explained as Lottie leapt into action. Scott let go of Isaac as he saw Lottie coming. Transformed into her on land siren form, she leapt at Derek, knocking him to the floor and hissing.

"Enough!" She shouted as Derek looked up in shock at the small girl.

"It's a vault. It's a bank vault." Isaac explained. He sprang up out of the tub, alert and excited, fully out of his trance. "I know where they are. I saw it. I saw the name. Beacon Hills First National. It's an abandoned bank. They've been keeping them in a vault. Locked inside..." He continued as Lottie jumped to his aid and caught the towel Stiles threw her way, wrapping it around the shivering wolf. "What? What's wrong?" Isaac asked as he noticed everyone's subdued reactions.

"You don't remember what you said right before you came out of it?" Stiles asked as he walked over to Lottie, pulling her away from all the water, not wanting her to get wet and transform. "You said when they caught you, they dragged you into a room. And there was a body in it."

"What body?" Isaac asked, confused.

"Isaac, sweetie. You said Erica. You said you saw Erica's body." Lottie told him sadly.

"She's not dead." Derek denied as he shook his head.

"He said, "There's a dead body. It's Erica." Doesn't exactly leave much room for interpretation." Stiles added unhelpfully as Lottie nudged him gently.

"Then who was in the vault with Boyd? It has to be someone?"

"We don't know Derek but we'll find out okay? We can't rush into anything, but we'll get whoever it is out. But for now, I think we all need some sleep. Tomorrows the full moon and that's our best bet at getting them out." Lottie decided for them all as they nodded.

"Well we need a plan Tiny." Derek addressed Lottie as they made to leave. "How do we come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than twenty-four hours?" As Stiles began to type quickly on his phone.

"Someone already did." He pointed out as he flipped his phone to display a news article. "Beacon Hills First National closes doors three months after vault robbery. Doesn't say how it was robbed, but probably won't take long to find out."

"How long?" Derek asked.

"It's the internet." Stiles scoffed. When he received a look from Derek he chuckled. "Minutes."

"Okay. Time to go."

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"Okay Batman, I'll head to the vault after I've visited Mayalila." Lottie assured him as she placed her bag down on the mini pier at the lake, grinning as she saw Mayalila's eye's pop up in the water. "Well, Stiles as much as I'm anti-violence when it comes to you, it sounds like you were testing Derek's patience- Well did you pretend you thought he couldn't punch through a wall? Okay, I have to go, I'll see you soon- I love you too." Lottie quickly stripped off and dove into the water, transforming quickly and painfully.

"Charlotte! How happy I am to see you!" Mayalila grinned as she swam up to Lottie and engulfed her in a hug.

"Mayalila! Oh so much has happened!" Lottie beamed as they made their way to their favourite cave. "Something is happening in Beacon Hills. There's an Alpha pack of Alpha's in town. Led by some man named-"

"Deucalion. I've heard of him." Mayalila cut Lottie off. "He collects werewolves like trophies- I'd imagine he'd have a field day with you. He's all about power Charlotte, you should not underestimate him." She warned as Lottie nodded in understanding.

"So would now be a bad time to tell you I beat the shit out of one of his Alpha's?" She asked sheepishly as Mayalila turned around from her place and dropped her jaw in shock.

"You did what?" She almost shouted.

"He was kidnapping Isaac. So I almost gouged out his eyes and made him rip out his throat. No biggie. Although I've probably made myself a target which isn't great I guess." Lottie shrugged indifferently.

"You most certainly have made yourself a target, I'm assuming they'll either want you for the pack or destroy you now. Charlotte." Mayalila scolded, much like how Lottie imagined a mother would scold her child. "Try not to antagonise them any further. It won't end well."

"Well then I definitely shouldn't tell you about what i'm going to do in like twenty minutes then?" Lottie grinned sheepishly at the older woman who just sighed with a smile.

"Go on then. What mess have you got yourself into now? God you're gonna give me wrinkles prematurely."

"Breaking into an old bank to hopefully rescue some friends. Well, I'm not breaking in, I'm just arriving to assist the potential fall out I guess. I should really start heading back now anyway." Lottie frowned as their time had already swiftly come to an end. They began to swim back calmly as they caught up on other recent events before they made it back to the pier.

"You know, I'd really love for you to come up on land one day. Stiles is dying to meet you. And I'd love for my friends to meet you all too." Lottie smiled shyly as she began to transform back into her human form under water, not bothering to cover herself anymore as she was completely comfortable with the older woman, who didn't so much as bat an eyelid.

Mayalila watched as Lottie pulled herself up onto the pier and got dressed in black leather pants and one of Stiles' flannels with an endearing smile on her face. "One day I'm sure. After all, I'm dying to meet the boy who has you so smitten."

"I best get going. Love you Lila." Lottie blew a kiss and ran off, not seeing the overwhelmed look on Mayalila's face. Lottie had said she loved her. She adored the young girl more than anything and hoped to God she knew what she was doing.

"Love you too Lo." She mumbled happily before swimming beneath the surface.