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I pull the car up outside Beacon Hills reserve, I had just received a call from my brother saying that he woke up there. I wanted more answers, but he hangs up saying please pick me up. I bit on my lower lip, recognizing this place instantly. I get out of the black car and I lock the door, Scott was there with a flashlight.

That's when I heard the sound of another car and I turn around, recognizing Lydia's blue car and Malia and Lydia both jump up. I hand them flashlights that just so happened to be in the car, and we were now deeper in the woods.

"Hey, I went to bed at home and I wake up out in the woods," Scott explained his situation, and I raised an eyebrow. "About a mile out, I think there was a reason why this happened." Why does this sound so familiar? "I've been out here before. It was the beginning before the sophomore year the night before tryouts for first line, I remember because it was all that I could think about. And I also remember not inviting Stacey, because she was asleep or something like that."

"I remember that!" I chirp in as we had started to walk further into the woods. "You always left me out when you went out, it was really unfair."

"What were you doing?" Malia asked as we continued to walk.

"I was looking for a dead body," Scott explained, I nodded again, I remember that also.

"That's morbid," Lydia mumbled.

"So then, what was I doing out here all alone?" Scott asked.

"I wish I could help you, but I didn't know you then," Lydia softly said.

"Yeah, I would help you, too, but you didn't invite me!" I grumble and Scott rolled his eyes.

"You're still holding a grudge?" Scott scoffed and I pushed his arm playfully.

"I was still a coyote so I might've tried to eat it." Malia concluded.

"Deaton said that my subconscious is trying to tell me something," Scott explained. "But I need you guys to help me figure out what it's saying, especially you, Stacey. You know me better than anyone else."

"Maybe you were just a curious teenager." Lydia tried. "You heard there was a dead body."

"How?" Scott muttered. "Stacey and I never watched the news, and I didn't have a police scanner."

"Your mum works at the hospital," Malia said from behind. Why are we out in the middle of the woods? Talking? Can't we be inside? "Maybe she got called in and you overheard her?"

"My mum wasn't home that night." Scott turned around to us, and his eyes flashed to me. "We live five miles away from here. How did I get here?"

"You drove," Malia simply said.

"We didn't have car," I explained to her.

"You ran," Malia suggested.

"He couldn't have; he had asthma." I once again answered for Scott and cocked my head. I feel like we're missing something, something big here. We then continued to walk.

"I was hiding, but they knew that I was here." Scott explained.

"Maybe you made a ton of noise with your asthmatic breathing." Malia tried.

"How would they know that it was me?" Scott asked. "Why would the Sheriff know that I would be out there?" I lick my lips. We don't even know the Sheriff that well back then, how does he even know our names?

"Because like most deaths in this town, it was related to the supernatural." Lydia nodded. We had stopped once again.

"I wasn't supernatural. I mean, this was the night that I was bitten," Scott explained. My eyes widen, I remember that! Well, I wasn't there; but I remember him showing me that he was bitten at school and that it looked nasty. "I wasn't a werewolf yet. And I wasn't out here alone. I know this sounds crazy, but I think Stacey and I had a best friend. And I think he was out here with me that night."

"It doesn't sound crazy," Malia said. "I know that someone chained me up and I think they wanted me to stay human."

"I came to school this morning and I was sure I was supposed to met someone," I told them. "But I couldn't remember who it was supposed to be. I have been looking for them all day, whoever it is, I think I loved him."

Our heads turn to Lydia, who nodded. "I've been looking for someone all day, or... I've been trying to call someone on my phone and I couldn't remember who I was supposed to call."

"What if we're all missing the same person?" Scott asked. It stayed silent before my brother pulled out a piece of paper and shines the light down on it. "And I think that he was in this picture."

"He was sitting right there," I point to the spot that I was at, and there was an empty spot next to me and I touch the piece of paper.

"Now she just magically writes down all the answers?" Malia asked as Deaton flickered on the light and there was a piece of glass in front of me. I sat down on the chair that Deaton had left for me.

"It's not that simple," Deaton told them. The reason I'm the one that's doing it is that Deaton thinks that I have a stronger connect towards the person we're all missing. He also reckons that since Lydia had to deal with the dead pool situation, it was my turn to deal with this situation, I don't understand it, but apparently that how it works between two connected Banshee's.

"It never is." I answer honestly, looking up at them.

"In automatic writing, the hand moves outside of any conscious awareness. Now hopefully, the silence, the darkness, and the light will allow you to find a more comfortable, relaxed, trance-like state." I nodded at Deaton's words. "Stacey, I want you to stare into the light and let go of all thought."

I nod. I look at the string that hung a glass, and then my eyes flicker down to the pen and I picked it up. There was a piece of paper in front of me. I clicked the pen, and I let go of all thought. The other's stood in the corner of the room, letting me be.

I then stare into the light, that shone on the piece of glass and my pen hits the piece of paper. And I start to write, my mind completely blank. I kept writing, I don't exactly know what I'm writing but I was writing intensely. My breaths grew heavier.

That's when the light was switched off, getting out of whatever trance I was in. I stare blankly, my eyes widening at what my brain is telling me. Stiles. I then let out a gasp, snapping back into reality and I looked around. Everyone was staring at me.

"What the hell is a Stiles?"

I know, it's not as cool when Lydia says it but hey, this is Stacey's story, not Lydia's :). So you guys kinda figured out the reason why Stacey had nothing to do with the dead pool, because she was going to find out this problem, and not Lydia. But yeah, love you!

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