Dealing with the Benefactor was absolutely terrible. Beyond everything it was frustrating. People were dying all over Beacon Hills. They were all supernatural creatures, but that didn't mean they deserved to die.
Y/N had been working with Stiles on this case. Safe to say it was driving both of them crazy. Stiles' obsessive need to figure a case out as soon as possible was getting the best of him. Y/N's extreme care and concern for the well being of others was driving her mad.
The two knew that somehow a banshee was connected to the Deadpool. Y/N and Lydia were both banshees, but neither of them were the Benefactor. Y/N remembered that her grandmother had experienced something similar to the powers that Y/N had. Stiles and Y/N did some digging around and realized that her grandmother was connected.
Y/N's grandmother created the code for the Deadpool. Stiles thinks she's the banshee who put the names on it in the first place. However, Y/N's grandmother was dead. There's no way she could be the benefactor unless she faked her death and was hiding out.
Currently, the two were in Stiles's room, still trying to put the pieces together. Y/N sat Stiles' desk that was covered in papers and notes. Her laptop was open and they were trying to figure out the cipher for another part of the Deadpool. Stiles closed his eyes in deep thought. "Try Y/G/N. It's gotta be Y/G/N."
Y/N rolled her eyes. "Doesn't Y/G/N feel a little obvious as a cipher key."
"Guarantee it's Y/G/N." Stiles said. Y/N sighed, but typed in her grandmother's name nonetheless. The screen said 'error', which meant that was not the password.
"Okay, try your name." Stiles offered. "She left the code to you, right? So it's gotta be your name."
Y/N typed her name in and another error message came on the screen. She pursed her lips and blew out some air in frustration.
Stiles went for another try. "Your mom's name."
The screen once again alerted them with an error. Stiles thought of more possibilities. He raised his eyebrows as he spoke. "Do you have any beloved family pets?"
Y/N sighed. "Nope." She pinched the bridge of her nose to keep her headache under control. Stiles shrugged and continued thinking of things that could possibly work.
After a few hours, Stiles pulled up a chair next to Y/N and sat down, plopping his head on the desk as his fingers tapped in the wooden surface. More possibilities had been tried and more errors popped up on the computer screen. "The ashes were left for you. The code was left for you. It was all left for you. You're supposed to be able to figure this out." Stiles looked up at Y/N and saw her frustrated expression.
"But no else is. Which is why she made it hard." Y/N sighed.
Stiles' printer had been beeping for the past few hours, alerting him the paper tray was empty and needed to be refilled. "Oh my god!" Stiles finally stood up from the chair and shoved some paper into the tray. "Okay?" He said to the printer and walked back over to Y/N.
"No one else..." Stiles mumbled. "No one else but you."
Y/N's eyebrows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"
"Our guesses, their all about Y/G/N." Y/N nodded. "We keep trying to guess a word with something that has to do with her. So maybe it's about you."
"Me? What about me?"
"What do you remember doing with your grandmother?" Stiles questioned. "You know, what was like your guy's special thing? Did you guys go to the beach? Did you get ice cream?"
"We read." Y/N implored.
"Okay, what did you read?"
Y/N hesitated. "Beauty and the Beast." She looked over her shoulder and to Stiles.
