"Kasey, where the hell are you?" Stiles' voice carried through the speaker of my phone, that was currently sitting in the passenger seat of my car. I had him on speaker as I made my way to the hospital. 

I sighed as I flipped on my turn signal, "I'm going to see Lydia. My mom texted me an hour ago saying she was awake and I need to talk to her."

"Well, I'll meet you there. I'm at your house right now." he said quickly. 

"No, Stiles. I just want to talk to Lydia. I promise I'll meet up with you at school." I said with finality. 

He sighed in defeat, "Fine. Text me when you're done." 

The call ended and I could tell he was slightly aggravated. I don't care though, because I need to speak to Lydia. I never would have thought that we would become as close as we are, but it happened and she's one of my best friends. I have to see her, to at least know that she made it through the surgery okay. My mom said Parrish has been with her all morning, I'm not exactly sure why but I'm assuming it's because he has feelings for her. Whether or not she has feelings for him, I'm not sure. 

I parked my car in front of the hospital and snatched my phone up off the seat. I was slightly anxious to tell Lydia about what happened with Tracy, but I had to tell her. She more than likely already knows what happened, considering she can sense death and all. I hit the lock button on the remote for my car and made my way into the hospital. It was relatively quiet, which is how I assume most mornings are here. Unless something supernatural happens, which can be at any time of the day. 

My mom had told me her room number, so I didn't have to bother with Grace at the front desk today. Thank God. Grace was always so bitchy to me whenever I requested to see somebody, well I'm not sure if it's bitchy or just her natural attitude. Either way it's annoying and I hate dealing with it. I would much rather just come in and make my way to Lydia's room and be done with it. 

As I approached her door, I noticed Parrish exit. He glanced at me and I quirked an eyebrow, "Leaving so soon?" 

He laughed nervously, "Your mom told me that you would want some alone time with her." 

"How kind," I chuckled as I walked past him, "how is she?" 

Parrish shrugged, "I'm not exactly a doctor, but she is awake and talking so I'm assuming that's good." 

"Awesome," I said, praying that she wasn't 'good' enough to lecture me about killing Tracy. I'm not exactly sure how she would see the situation. It's gonna go one of two ways, either she is gonna be like Scott or she's gonna be like Stiles. Obviously, I'm hoping for the latter. 

I pushed her door open and entered her room, she was propped upright against her pillows and she smiled when she saw me, "I've been waiting for you all morning. What took you so long?" 

"I was asleep, my mom just got a hold of me an hour ago. How are you feeling?" I asked her, taking the seat beside her bed. 

She shrugged, "I've been better. What happened with Tracy? Did you save her?" 

My stomach dropped, she didn't know. Why has nobody told her yet? I cleared my throat, "She didn't make it." 

Lydia's eyes widened slightly, "What happened to her?"

"If I tell you, will you promise to listen to the whole story before you make a decision on how you feel about it?" I asked hesitantly. 

I want to be honest with everyone, because lying just makes things a hell of a lot messier. I trust Lydia to be smart about this but at the same time, I thought that there was a sliver of hope that Scott would be opened minded about it, too... and I had been oh so very wrong about that one. 

Her face scrunched up in confusion, "I guess?" 

"Okay," I sighed as I glanced at her worriedly, "I killed Tracy." 

Lydia was silent as her eyes widened fully, "You killed her?"

"Yes. I went down in the basement to save your mom, right? I did what you said and I told her that she wasn't dreaming, I did everything that you said to do and she wasn't listening to me... she was so adamant on trying to kill me and I can't fight her off, you know? I tried to, and she pinned me to the ground and got on top of me and I couldn't get her off and she went for my throat and I panicked and grabbed the closest thing to me which happened to be some broken off piece of metal and I hit her in the throat with it and it happened so fast after that." I rushed out, my breathing increasing in speed as I relived the moment.

The room was quiet, other than the hushed sound from the television in the corner of the room. I guess Parrish had something on while he was in here. Lydia let out an uneven sigh, "That--that's a lot to take in." 

"Do you hate me now, too?" I asked fearfully. 

Lydia glanced at me in surprise, "Hate you? Why on earth would I hate you?" 

"Because I didn't save her," I said quietly. 

She shook her head from side to side, "Kasey, you didn't have a choice. Honestly, I'd rather you be sitting here because you did what you had to do in order to survive, than have you be the one in the morgue because you were so worried about trying to save her." 

I let out a sigh of relief and ran my hands through my hair, releasing the pent up anxiety I had building inside of me since I woke up this morning. Why couldn't Scott have said the same thing to me? Why can't he see things like this? 

"Is Scott mad at you?" she asked, sadness lacing her words. 

I nodded, "He hates me right now. I don't know what to say to him at this point." 

"Did you tell him the full story?" she inquired. 

Had I told him the whole story? I'm sure I did, what else is there to tell? I mean, the main point is that she left me no other choice. Are the events leading up to it that important in his decision making? His decision should have already been made before I even told him anything, he should believe me and take my side because aren't I more important to him than his stupid ass morals? Isn't my life worth more than a guilty conscious? 

I sighed, "It shouldn't matter if I did or not, he should just take my side regardless." 

"Yeah, but it's Scott... you know how he is about trying to save people, it'll take him some time but I'm sure he come to realize that he acted foolishly and he'll come crawling back to you apologizing. Plus, he's your brother and you know that he cares about you, he can't not have you in his life he wouldn't know what to do with himself." Lydia assured me with a faint smile. 

I nodded, "I guess." 

"Hey, how did you even get in here? Your mom said nobody other than my family is allowed in here?" she asked me, curiosity lacing her features. 

My eyes lit up and I smiled, "Exactly."

⬘ ⬘ ⬘

I had a free period at school, and instead of spending it studying or doing homework like I should use it for... I had decided that I was returning to the basement of the Sheriff's station. I'm not 100% sure that Stiles' dad has left me off the hook for what happened with Tracy, but in order to ensure that I need to get the murder weapon. I can't exactly remember where I tossed it, but I know the general direction it went so I need to go and find it. 

Stiles also has a free period and he agreed to coming with me to help me track down the weapon. I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do with it once I find it, but I know that I'm getting it as far away from that basement as I can get it. Stiles' dad is apparently hard at work searching for Donovan, so he won't even know that we're here. 

In fact, when Stiles and I walked into the Sheriff's station it was relatively empty. I guess that the task force is rather small in the morning, especially when you have the only few working out doing calls and such. Stiles glanced at me briefly, "You sure you want to do this?" 

"I'm sure," I nodded. 

He let out a sigh and nodded back at me, leading the way down the basement steps. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that this was over and that Tracy couldn't hurt me anymore... even if Stiles' dad decided to go through and charge me, I doubt the charges would stick. Tracy Stewart is officially no longer a threat to me or my friends and that's all that matters in my book. 

"You know, you never told me what actually happened." Stiles said as we reached out destination down the staircase.

My eyes glanced in the direction where she had been standing when I got down here yesterday. I can still see the image clear as day in my head, her hovering above Lydia's mom, her yellow eyes set on me telling me that she was ready to kill. I swallowed thickly and folded my arms over my chest, "When I got here, I saw your dad first. He was on the floor and I ran over to him to make sure he was okay, it was such a mess upstairs and the lights were overturned onto the floor and papers were everywhere. Then Lydia called my name and I could just tell by her voice that something bad was happening... I saw her and she told me to tell Tracy that she wasn't dreaming, she said I had to convince her to realize that she was awake and everything was real."

"How were you supposed to do that?" he asked quietly. 

I shrugged, "I didn't know, I thought maybe if I approached her and said it in a non-threatening way she would respond better, but she didn't. She came at me and she threw me around and pulled me across the floor and I tried to fight her off Stiles, I swear to God that my intention was to not hurt her but I just couldn't keep up with her and I saw an opportunity to get out and I took it." 

"Kasey, you couldn't have known that she was going to die... you were just defending yourself." Stiles assured me as he gently squeezed my shoulder. 

My feet carried me in the direction of where I had tossed the piece of metal, "After those guys in masks left, I realized that I had two options... I could either lie and say they killed her or tell the truth. I pulled the thing out of her neck and threw it, because I was going to go through with the lie, but then Malia got here and I didn't hesitate to tell her the truth." 

"It's better that you told the truth, Kasey." Stiles said softly. 

I nodded to myself, "I know. I don't regret what I did, but I wish it could have gone down differently." 

"That's normal," Stiles responded, "it's okay that you feel bad about it, but Kasey please don't let yourself believe that what you did was wrong because it wasn't." 

My eyes were scanning the floor and I couldn't find the murder weapon anywhere. I dropped to my knees and dug under the cabinets and pieces of furniture frantically, it has to be here. Could someone else have picked it up and took it? Stiles' dad wouldn't have thought to look for it, would he? I know it's down here because I threw it down here. 

I pushed myself into a standing position and spun around, heading back over to where her body had been laying. Maybe I didn't throw it as far as I had thought I did. I glanced around the floor here, but again nothing appeared. The old curtain that I had used to wipe her blood off of my hands was even gone, I remember laying it right beside the filing cabinet. 

I ran my hands through my hair nervously, "This isn't right... the curtain and the metal thing should be down here." 

"You said you threw it, did you look far enough down the hallway?" Stiles asked, attempting to be helpful. 

A surge of panic went through me as I realized that somebody had to have picked them up and moved them, because they both should be down here. I took a deep breath and attempted to calm myself down, "Did you dad have anyone come down here and look for stuff?" 

"Not that I know of," he shrugged as he began to look around on the floor. 

I appreciate his help but he doesn't even know what he's supposed to be looking for, he would more than likely overlook it even if he did find it. I just need to calm down and start over, start back at the end of the hallway and work my way up. I'm thinking too much and I'm probably just overlooking it. I made my way back down the hall and let out an even sigh, okay let's start over. 

Without thinking, I was back on my hands and knees searching for this weapon. The floor was cold and as I crawled forward, my hand hit something wet. I gasped and pulled my hand away from the substance, as I glanced at it I recognized it to be the silvery liquid from Tracy. How the hell did it get all the way down here? Her body had been at least ten feet further in the opposite direction? I stood up fully and turned my flashlight on my phone on, shining it on the floor. Small specks of the silver liquid were in a sort of trail leading down the hallway. 

I followed the trail, it took me another six or so feet down the hall until it just abruptly stopped. Well that just doesn't make any sense. The hallway is empty down here so the silvery stuff didn't fly off the weapon, otherwise the weapon would be down here, right?

"Kase?" Stiles called my familiar nickname. 

I turned around and found him making his way towards me, "What are you looking at?" 

"Something is wrong," I stated quietly, "I don't know how or why but something isn't right."

His face scrunched up in confusion, "What do you mean something isn't right?" 

"We need to figure out who those guys in the masks are, like right now." 

⬘ ⬘ ⬘

Malia, Stiles and myself were all sitting in the library after hours. Stiles had taken it upon himself to do some research because while we were using our free period trying to find Tracy's murder weapon, apparently Scott had made a breakthrough. We got back to school late, so I missed AP Bio but in class Scott had said that we talked about this thing called being a chimera. The gist of it is a creature made of incongruous parts, in Kasey terms I'm gonna say a hybrid. 

Sound familiar?

I was starting to think that the fact that I had been a "chimera" a few short months ago was going to end up biting me in the ass at some point. Tracy was a werewolf and a Kanima hybrid, and now there is at least one more chimera that we know of running around Beacon Hills because Liam had found that second hole. 

I think those guys in the masks are the ones behind this. They definitely looked like evil scientists and I  could only imagine what they were capable of doing. What if they made Tracy and that's why they came back for her? 

"Malia can you stop with the pen clicking?" I asked in slight annoyance. 

She had been sitting beside me clicking a pen for the last ten minutes, Stiles was passed on on a mass of books and I was scrolling through google looking for anything I could find to help us understand the basics of being a chimera. 

Her eyes widened and she immediately stopped, "Sorry... uh, I'm gonna head out. You guys should go home, too." 

I quirked an eyebrow, "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing," she responded, "we just aren't getting anywhere so let's call it a night, okay?" 

My eyes glanced in Stiles' direction, "I'm gonna go a little longer. Let me know when you make it home." 

"Will do," she said with a smile before making her exit. There were only three other people in the library with us, and it was the crew that was currently in charge of the remodel of the library. I'm not exactly sure why it's getting all this work done because it's still in pretty decent shape. A scaffold was right next to the balcony where Stiles and I were residing, it was housing a lot of support beams so I assume they are doing some remodeling on the roof at some point. 

I let out a sigh and sat my phone on the table, taking in the amount of books that were sprawled out on the table. The bestiary was currently underneath Stiles' face, so I couldn't look in that... plus our Admonere section was pretty empty, so nothing for me to look at in there. I wish I had more answers about my abilities, I really did. I just find it odd that it was so easy for me to become a hybrid, or well chimera, whereas these evil scientist guys are going to extreme lengths to create them. It makes me feel like the fact that I'm an Admonere is the key to the success. 

"Stiles?" I said quietly as I gently shook his shoulder. 

He jolted upright, blinking rapidly as he took in his surroundings in confusion. When he recognized where he was he relaxed and rubbed at his eyes, "What time is it?" 

"Late," I chuckled, "we should probably get going. Malia just left." 

Stiles groaned and continued to rub his hands over his face, "That was the most uncomfortable sleeping position I've ever been in." 

I laughed and began to close all the books, shoving them into our bags. It was getting late and with the day that I've had I just want to go to sleep, especially with Stiles. I let out a groan when I realized that we had driven here separately, meaning I was going to have to drop my car off at my house and then have him come and pick me up. 

"Uh, I'm gonna have to drop my car off." I said as we stood from the table. 

He nodded and yawned, "I know. I'm still gonna walk you to your car though." 

"Aw, how sweet." I laughed lightly. 

We made our way down the stairs to the exit the library. The workers seemed to be packing their belongings up as well, they waved us goodbye as we passed them. The night air was a little crisp as we walked out of the building. It was chilly enough to be in long sleeves, but not so cold to where you needed a jacket. 

Stiles draped his arm over my shoulder and I leaned into him, relishing in the warmth from his body. He yawned again and gave me a squeeze, "You feeling okay? You're really quiet, like unnaturally quiet." 

I nodded, "I'm fine, just thinking is all. I've been doing a lot that lately." 

"I don't blame you with the last few days that we've had. Just promise me that you won't think too much, you know like to the point to where you drive yourself crazy." he said as he glanced at me. 

Unfortunately, I think I've already gotten to the point to where I'm driving myself crazy. When you're a supernatural creature with zero knowledge about yourself who just recently killed a girl who had been  genetically altered into a supernatural hybrid that killed people, it's kind of hard to not overthink things.

I winced slightly but nodded once again, "I promise." 

We arrived at our cars, which were parked right next to one another. I pulled my keys out of my bag and hit the button on the remote to unlock the doors so I could throw my bag in the backseat. Stiles unlocked his door and did the same, we then gave each other a quick hug and I smiled at the embrace. 

"Be careful driving home," he said to me. 

I narrowed my eyes at his jeep, "I think I'm the one that should be saying that to you, since that thing is constantly giving you problems." 

"Hey, this jeep and I have been through a lot together I can't just abandon it." he said defensively.

 I shrugged, "I still think you need to see a mechanic." 

"Bye," he laughed as he walked away from me. 

I rolled my eyes, "Later, loser." 

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Nobody was home when I pulled into the driveway, and I much preferred it that way. Stiles was no doubt right behind me, so I had a few minutes to run upstairs and grab an overnight bag. I had clothes at his place, but I hate relying on just digging through his drawers and hoping for the best. Once I had the front door unlocked, I rushed into the house and ran up the stairs. It was dead silent, and it made me feel slightly uncomfortable. 

I dropped my school bag onto the floor and then ran to my closet and began digging through for the bag that I always take to Stiles' house. It was a burgundy color and was big enough for an outfit, a pair of shoes and my toothbrush... which is really all that I needed. 

My closet consisted of mostly black attire, so I wasn't surprised when I was met with the sight of over a dozen black shirts when I tried to pick out my outfit for tomorrow. I just snatched the first thing that I saw and then paired it with dark skinny jeans, shoving my white converse into my bag as well. I zipped  it up and tossed it on my bed as I made my way to the bathroom to retrieve my toothbrush. 

As I crossed the doorway I was hit with a wave of uneasiness. I stopped my movement and investigated the bathroom, but it was empty. I sighed and rolled my eyes at my stupid paranoia. I probably just got a cold chill or something and it threw me off. 

"Her condition was terminal," 

I jumped at the voice and nearly slipped and fell due to the small area rug sliding out from underneath my shoes. My hands latched onto the sink as I struggled to keep myself upright. My heartbeat skyrocketed as I caught a glimpse of movement in the mirror. My eyes followed it and I froze when I saw the three masked people from the basement. Their reflections were directly behind me and my blood ran cold as one of them cocked their head to the side. 

"What does that mean?" I asked them, praying that this wasn't real.

I have to be hallucinating. I'm always hallucinating, right? 

"It means failure," the one in the middle spoke. 

Failure? Tracy was a failure? What about her was a failure? She seemed pretty damn capable to me, I mean after she woke back up of course. Maybe her body was rejecting what they put inside of her to make her a chimera and that's why she passed out in Kira's dad's classroom. 

"His condition looks promising," he spoke again. 

I blinked in confusion, "Who's?" 

"Donovan's." 

My head reeled back in confusion as I blinked rapidly, and just as quickly as they had appeared they disappeared and I was left alone in my bathroom with a lot more questions than I had before. I'm going crazy, right? Why the hell would they say Donovan's name... I mean he is missing and he was in the transport van that Tracy attacked... but he couldn't be a chimera, could he? 

I rushed out of my bathroom and dug through my school bag for my cell phone so I could call Stiles. I don't like the feeling that I'm getting because the last thing that I can recall Donovan saying was that he was going to kill Stiles' dad... so if he is alive and is a chimera, would he still go after Sheriff Stilinski? 

My fingers shakily snatched my phone out of my bag and I dialed Stiles' number in a matter of seconds. I pressed the phone to my ear and waited anxiously as it rang. Only, it rang twice and then I was sent to voicemail. Why the hell did he send me to voicemail? Once it beeped I let out a huff of annoyance, "Stiles, call me back right now." 

I ended the call and then redialed, the time it rang the full four times before I was once again sent to voicemail. My heart was beating faster, "Stiles, I'm being serious something is wrong please call me back now." 

My eyes widened when I remembered something. The other night when I was trying to write in my dream journal, I wrote a single letter. 

I wrote the letter, D. 

Donovan starts with the letter, D.

I was now panicking as I dialed Stiles' number again, once again being sent to voicemail. I have no idea where the hell he is but he needs to answer my damn phone calls. I let out a shaky breath and decided to take matters into my own hands. I have to call Scott, we have to make sure that Stiles' dad is okay. 

I was running down the stairs as I called my brother, praying that he would put the petty bullshit aside and answer my call. My hope fell short as his voicemail began to play and I groaned, "Scott you need to call me back, I think Donovan is still alive and after Stiles' dad." 

My feet carried me to my car quickly, I didn't bother with locking my front door because Donovan could already be at the Stilinski household as I'm working on getting there. Once I was seated in the car and the keys were in the ignition, I tried calling Stiles for a fourth time. My heart sank when I still received his voicemail. 

"Oh, for the love of God!" I shouted as I slammed my hands down on the steering wheel. 

I didn't bother to pay attention to how fast I was driving, I just knew that I had to get to Stiles' house as fast as I could. I'm not exactly sure what I can do to save Stiles' dad, but maybe I can get there before Donovan and at least warn him that he's still alive. Oh, who am I kidding? I don't know that he's still alive, I just have a hunch. This could all be a false alarm and I'm just overreacting. 

My fingers were dialing Scott's number once again and I prayed to God that he would answer me this time. My heart stopped when I heard his voice on the other end, "Hello?" 

"Scott--" 

I was cut off by an annoying beeping sound, I jerked my phone away from my ear to see an image of a red battery flashing on the screen. My phone just died. 

"Are you serious?!" I screamed loudly, what the hell is going on? 

I threw my phone onto the floor and increased my speed. I don't have a charger in my car or I would try to get a small charge so I could call Scott back. Why is it that every time something can go wrong, it does? I don't have many options here, I'm going in blind on a mission that I'm not even sure is real. I hadn't realized how fast I was going, because I was already at Stiles' house. 

My car was parked haphazardly as I snatched the keys out of the ignition and ran to the front door, the driveway was empty, but his car could be in the garage. I started knocking on the door loudly, I even resorting to ringing the doorbell several times. I then remembered that I had a key, why the hell didn't I think to use it before? My hands were shaking as I shoved the key into the lock, twisting it quickly. I pushed the door open and stumbled into the house. 

It was dead silent, and not a single light was on. 

I let out a sigh of relief, at least I know that he's at work and safe for the time being. 

Without hesitation, I ran to the kitchen and snatched the phone off the wall, once again dialing Stiles' number. 

It rang three times before the call connected. I was silent as I waited for an answer, but all I got was heavy breathing. I swallowed thickly, "Stiles?" 

I was answered with more heavy breathing, the kind of breathing that made you breathe faster because it was so uneasy. My fingers curled around the phone with a sharp force, "Stiles, can you hear me?" 

The call dropped and I was met with a dial tone. I put the receiver back in it's place and took a deep breath. Stiles' is okay. I don't need to get myself worked up because he's okay. He was probably just having trouble with his jeep and he didn't hear his phone ringing. 

A shrill ringing pierced my ears and I jumped as I realized that it was the phone ringing. I snatched it up and pressed it to my ear hesitantly, "Hello?" 

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AASDFGHJKL I LOVE WATCHING THE STILES AND DONOVAN SCENE. I'VE WATCHED IT LIKE TEN TIMES AND I JUST LOVE DYLAN'S ACTING SO MUCH!!! 

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS PLOT DEVELOPMENT SINCE EPISODE ONE, SO I HOPE YOU ARE ALL READY FOR SOME MAJOR STASEY MOMENTS BECAUSE THEY ARE ABOUT TO BE SOLID AS A ROCK. FOR ONCE THEY AREN'T THE ONES WITH AN ISSUE THIS SEASON SO IT'S NICE TO WRITE ABOUT THEM BEING TOTALLY SUPPORTIVE OF ONE ANOTHER.

ALSO, YAY FOR KASEY HAVING A SOLO MISSION. 

BE SURE TO FAN, VOTE AND COMMENT WHAT YOU THOUGHT! I DIDN'T EDIT THIS BECAUSE I'M LAZY OOPS.