Danny, with a school bag over his shoulder, stands in Stiles's room. He stares at Stiles and Izzy like they were out of their mind. "You want me to do what?"

"Trace a text." Stiles and Izzy say simply.

Danny looks to Izzy. "I came here to do lab work-- that's what lab partners do."

"And we will!" Izzy exclaims.

"...Once you trace the text." Stiles's adds.

"And what makes you think I know how?"

"Because your smart and I've known you for a very long time." Izzy gives him a smile.

"I-I also looked up your arrest report, so-." Stiles trails off.

"I-I was thirteen. They dropped the charges." Danny says defensively.

"These are the people you hang out with?" Derek whisper very lowly so that only his daughter could hear with her hearing. Izzy just turns and gives her dad a playful glare.

"No, we're doing lab work." Danny says sternly as he grabs a stool from beside Stiles' table and moves it beside Stiles, sitting down and looking at the computer screen with an air of finality. "Oh, my..."

Danny curiously glances at Derek, gesturing subtly with his thumb. "Who's he again?"

Stiles is confused on how Danny didn't know that he was Izzy's father, but Izzy wasn't because the only figure Daniel has seen was her Kol.

"Um, my cousin... Miguel..." Stiles states.

Izzy chuckles as Derek slowly glances up to glare daggers at Stiles through his eyelashes. He looks back down at his book.

"...Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny questions. Stiles and Izzy turn to Derek and see there was in fact blood on his shirt.

"Yeah. Yes." Stiles answers.

"He gets these horrible nosebleeds." Izzy shrugs and looks to her father with a smug smile. "I thought I told you to change. Use one of Stiles's shirts."

Derek glances at her and seeing her smirk her rolls his eyes and closes the book in one swift motion, never taking his eyes off Izzy. With another motion he sends it onto the bed as he stands up jerkily and walks over to the dresser, pulling his shirt off his head aggressively. He tosses it onto the ground. Izzy turning her head so she didn't have to look.

"So, anyway, I mean, we all know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably—"

"Uh, Stiles...?" Derek calls to him holding a shirt.

Stiles turns to him and looks at him innocently. "Yes?"

Derek tugs at the shirt in his hands irritably. "This... no... fit!"

"Then try something else on, Miguel!" Izzy exclaims still not looking at him. She was enjoying this a little too much.

Noticing Danny's gaze on Derek, Izzy gags walking to Stiles's window. Stiles smirks. "Sorry. Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny?"

"Huh?"

"The shirt?"

"It's... it's not really his color..."

Izzy laughs as Derek scowls before he pulls the shirt over his head again. Izzy walks back over as they look back at the computer screen.

"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny-boy?"

"You're a horrible person."

"I know. It keeps me awake at night."

Izzy slaps the back of Stiles's head. "Stop being distracting. Anyway about that text..."

Danny goes to speak, but is once again interrupted by an extremely frustrated Derek. "None of these fit!"

"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text." Danny says and Izzy gives him in the info needed. "There. The text was sent from a computer. This one."

Derek joins them. "Registered to that account name?"

"No, no, no, no. That can't be right." Stiles mumbles as they look at the screen.

"What the fuck..." Izzy mutters.

"Language." Derek says harshly only for her to hear.

Beacon Hills Hospital — Melissa McCall

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"Did you get the picture?" Scott asks over the phone.

"Yeah, we did, and it looks just like the drawing." Izzy states. Her, Stiles and Derek were sitting outside the hospital.

"Hey, is there something on the back of it?" Derek speaks into the phone. "There's gotta be something-- an inscription, an opening, something..."

"No, no, the thing's flat." Scott sighs. "And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you two? You're supposed to be here. Izzy you're captain and Stiles is first line."

"Where the hell is Bilinski and Izzy?! I need my captain!"

"Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start..." Scott speaks to Stiles. "I mean Izzy and irreplaceable. She's fine."

Stiles rolls his eyes as Izzy chuckles. "I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him... tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks."

"You're not gonna make it." Derek tells the two teenagers.

"I know." Stiles sighs.

"There are other games." Izzy shrugs. "I don't want to play if you can't see me."

Derek kisses his daughters head and looks to Stiles. "And you didn't tell him about his mom, either."

"Not 'til we find out the truth." Stiles justifies.

"By the way? One more thing..."

"Yeah?" Stiles says before Derek grabs the back of Stiles's head and slams it down in the stirring wheel. "Oh, God! What the hell was--."

"Dad!"

"You know that was for." Derek rolls his eyes. "Now, go. Go!"

Izzy rolls her eyes and goes to follow Stiles out the car, but Derek grabs her arm. "Where do you think you're going?"

"If you think I'm letting him go in there by himself, you're mistaken, Dad."

"Why must you have such a big heart?" Derek sighs.

"It's Stiles. He would do the same for me." Izzy answers. "We'll be fine. If anything, I'll scream."

"Fine." Derek chuckles. Izzy smile and catches up with Stiles.

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"Yeah, I said we can't find her, Dad." Izzy speaks into the phone putting it on speaker.

"Look, ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after Peter."

"Yeah, he's not here, either." Stiles says.

"What?" Derek and Izzy say in unison. Izzy turns running into the now empty room.

"I told you, Dad." Izzy says grabbing Stiles's arm. "Let's go now!"

"What way?!" Stiles asks as Izzy drags him "I told you guys. My uncle he's the Alpha!"

They run out the room only to stop when Peter arrives in front of them, smirking. "You must be Stiles."

"What are you doing here?" His nurse shows him next to him. "Visiting hours are over."

"Jen." Izzy speaks. "Get a better catchphrase because that one makes you sound like a bitch."

Stiles gasps. "You... and him... You're-you're the one who-- Oh, my-- and he's-- Oh, my God, I'm—we're gonna die."

Peter chuckles deeply and looks at his niece. "Baby Bell. I've missed you."

"Don't call me that." Izzy snaps with a glare. "You don't get to call me that, you have no right. I think it's crazy that I'm the one that gets to kill you."

Peter goes to open his back, but is cut off by a thump. He turns and sees Derek standing over the now knocked out nurse. "That's not nice. She's my nurse."

"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people." The father daughter duo say simultaneously.

"Get out of the way." Derek pushes his daughter and Stiles being him before he lunges at Peter.

"Dad!" Izzy goes to follow, but Stiles stops her. Izzy shakes her head. "Stiles go! I have to stay and make sure my Dad is okay."

"Iz, I'm not leaving you." Stiles shakes his head.

"Stiles please, I have to make sure your safe." Izzy says quickly. "Go!"

"Fine, but I'm waiting outside!" Stiles says before running out the hospital.

Peter growls, his eyes lighting up red. He grabs Derek, slamming him into the wall, cracking the plaster, then he slams him into the other wall, but before Derek could hit the wall, Izzy sticks her hand out allowing Derek to float in the air.

Izzy uses her under hand and makes fist forcing Petter to drop to the floor. Izzy allows her father to stand again before she lets Peter go with a nod from her father.

Peter stood up with a grunt. "You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family? My mind, my personality, were literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct."

"You want forgiveness?" Izzy snaps. "Because if so I could just kill you right now."

"I want understanding." Peter retorts. "Do you have any idea what it was like for me during those years? Slowly healing, cell by cell. Even more slowly coming back to consciousness. Yes, becoming an Alpha, taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that. I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you."

"Tried to warn us about what?" Izzy questions. "You being a fucking psycho?!"

"I was going to wait for dramatic flair, but..." Peter walks to a mirror and checks over his burns. "When you look this good, why wait?"

With a tap of his finger, he sends the circular mirror spinning. When it comes to a stop the reflection changes...he was now fully healed.

Peter suddenly lunges at Derek, Izzy reacts the best she could, boy was this gonna hurt. Izzy jumps in front of her father taking the hit. Peter's claws sink into Izzy's abdomen, very deep. Izzy let's out a scream as Peter drops her body harshly to the floor.

"Oops." Peter looks down at his niece who was loudly groaning in pain. "Didn't mean to do that."

Derek run to his daughters side putting her head in his lap. "It's okay, princess. It's okay. You're gonna heal."

"Derek, you have to give me a chance to explain. After all, we're family." Peter watches the two. "Leave her. Let the boy find her."

"I'm not leaving my daughters side until I know she's okay!" Derek snaps.

"I'll be waiting." With one last glance Peter rushes away.

"Izzy!" Stiles runs in and sees the pair on the floor. "Oh my god!"

"Princess, you're gonna be okay. I promise." Derek places a kiss on her forehead, his voice cutting through her groaning. Derek looks to Stiles. "We need to leave. Come on."