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Olive sat in the Sheriff's office as Scott and Stiles explained what they'd quickly briefed her on in the car. There was a Deadpool and a group of professional assassins killing supernaturals in Beacon Hills, and they were all on it. All except for Olive. Her name hadn't come up on the list yet, but they still hadn't decoded the entirety of it.
"Who found this?" Noah asks, examining the list.
"Lydia," Stiles says, peering down at it as well.
"How?"
"She wrote it- actually she transcribed it, technically without realizing it-"
"She listened to some static on a record player and voices told her the cipher key, she plunked it in and it worked," Olive interrupted him, earning a glare from Stiles.
"You make her sound crazy."
"She's not crazy, she's a banshee," Olive narrowed her eyes at Stiles, who mocks her expression back to her.
"Okay guys," Stilinski gave them a warning glare, causing both teenagers to soften their faces. "What was the cipher key?"
The room fell silent for a minute, Scott and Stiles sharing an uncomfortable glance with Olive, who rolled her eyes. She rubbed her hands on her pants and sighed as she stood up.
"Susan," She swallowed, causing Stilinski to meet her gaze.
"As in-"
"My mother, yes," She nods, folding her arms over her chest and taking a deep breath. "Her name broke a third of the list."
"And now we think there's two other cipher keys," Scott says as he turns back to Stilinski.
"Which will give us the rest of the list."
"And hopefully explain why I'm not on it," Olive raises her eyebrows, earning a confused look from Stiles.
"Do you want to be on it? Cause personally I'd prefer you not to be," Stiles shrugged and Olive rolled her eyes.
"I don't want to be on it, I'm just curious."
"What are these numbers next to the names?" Stilinski narrows his eyes, looking down at the paper again.
"Amounts."
"Amounts?" Noah raises an eyebrow at Stiles, who gives him a curt nod.
"Like payment," Stiles sighs as Scott shifts uncomfortably, looking at the 20 next to his own name.
"Okay, so how do we get the cipher keys?" Stilinski looks between the three of them and Stiles shrugs.
"Same way we got the code, Lydia."
"She's been at the lakehouse all weekend trying to figure out the other two keywords," Scott nods, leaning over the desk.
"You didn't know about Demarco or Carrie, right?" Stilinski looks between the three of them again, and they all shake their heads. "What about these other two names, Kayleen Betcher and Elias Town? They werewolves too?"
"I don't know, but Deaton said the Nemeton would draw supernatural creatures here," Scott explains, causing Stilinski to raise an eyebrow.
"Here being Beacon Hills, or Beacon County? The population of Beacon Hills is just under 30,000-"
"And dropping," Stiles says bleakly, causing Scott to shift on his feet. The Sheriff gives him an inane look, telling him to stop talking, and continues.
"But if we're talking Beacon County? You're looking at close to 500,000. Look, how many werewolves, banshees, kitsunes, twin flames, and whatever the hell else is out there are we talking about?"
"Well only two twin flames," Stiles interjects, earning another glare from Olive. "They're kinda rare."
"Very rare," Olive mumbles.
"What happens if the next part of the list doesn't uncover 12 names, but 100?"
"We know that can't happen, because of the numbers," Scott points to the list. "We think that once we decode the names, the numbers will add up to 162."
"162 what?"
"Million," Olive says somberly as Stiles takes a pen and marks certain amounts on the paper with a "K" or an "M."
"162 Million dollars, Dad. Stolen from the Hale vault and is now being used by someone to finance all of these murders."
"Someone who wants every supernatural in Beacon Hills dead," Scotts sighs as Olive looks down at the list.
"The Benefactor."
"So, a coded list goes out and somehow these professional assassins get that list-"
"And a cipher key."
"And then they go after the names on that list. They being killers with no mouths, tomahawks, thermo-cut wires that can take your head off..."
"Carrie was also stabbed," Olive moves pieces of paper out of the way, revealing the photos from Carrie's crime scene. "What's that mark?"
"We don't know, we're still waiting on the ME's report. There's one thing I don't get: How did the new assassin know that Demarco was gonna be at the lakehouse?" Stilinski furrowed his eyebrows, looking at Scott.
"Everyone knows he delivers kegs to teenagers for a little extra cash," Scott explains nonchalantly, earning a look from Stilinski that read "I'm so tired of this."
"Ah, so whoever ordered the keg killed Demarco."
"Someone who was at the party," Olive gestured, turning to Scott.
"A student."
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"I think this is a terrible idea," Olive said as she hurriedly followed Scott down the hallway.
"We've gotta know if he can control it," Scott shook his head, making his way to the locker room.
"Yeah, but does it have to be now? I mean he's barely out of the full moon and you're just gonna spring it on him like this?"
"He'll be fine, Derek and Isaac are taking care of it."
"That does not make me feel better at all," She blinked a few times, shaking her head.
"If you're that worried about it, just come with me," Scott huffed, stopping in the middle of the hallway. Olive laughed dryly, shaking her head.
"Oh no, I am not getting roped into 'aiding and abetting' again, not this time."
Olive leaned against the lockers, glaring at Scott, who had just dragged her into the locker room anyway. Isaac and Derek enter, finding her standing there and Derek tried to hide the smug expression making its way onto his face.
"I told you," He turned to Scott, who rolled his eyes at Derek.
"Do you want a cookie?" Scott raises an eyebrow, causing Derek to chuckle.
"Did you bet on me coming in here?" Olive scoffs, folding her arms across her chest as Scott shook his head.
"Almost, Scott wouldn't put money on it," Derek shrugged, walking over to her and she smacked him lightly on the shoulder, moving away from him to join Scott.
Isaac stood in the corner awkwardly, maintaining some interesting eye contact with the wall in front of him. If the group didn't know any better, they'd say he was cursed or something. He wasn't, though, just reaping what he sewed.
"What's the plan here?" Olive furrowed her eyebrows, looking over to Scott, who smiled sheepishly.
"About that..."
"We're gonna get him angry, don't worry about it," Derek smirked, clearly excited for what was about to happen and Olive exchanged a worried glance with Scott.
"And how do you plan on doing that?"
"Kid loves lacrosse, right?" Isaac rose an eyebrow and Olive nodded slowly. "We're gonna break his shit."
"Oh my god, he's gonna kill you," Olive let out a long sigh as Scott grabbed her arm, pulling her into Coach's office. She listened intently to Liam's approaching footsteps and she watched as Derek grabbed a lacrosse stick from the lockers and made his way to the back of the room.
"Showtime," She heard Isaac mumble, and then she heard him crack his knuckles, a habit he'd developed when he was gearing up to do something he was apprehensive about. She sighed, kneeling down as Liam entered the locker room.
He was clearly already upset. His chest was heaving and Olive could hear his heartbeat pounding in her ears. She shared a look with Scott, shaking her head as she listened to him rustling in his locker before banging the metal, shaking the whole row.
"Where's my stick?" He grumbled angrily as Derek rustled it behind him. Liam heard it and Olive watched him as he slowly made his way over to them.
"Is this yours?" She heard Derek ask innocently before metal snapped. She flinched, screwing her eyes shut as she leaned her head against the door.
"Derek, look, he's trying to scare us," Isaac's smug voice rang through her ears, followed by a sarcastic chuckle. Liam's breath heaved harder as shuffling footsteps occurred in the other room. Olive and Scott shared a look before racing out into the locker room to find Derek holding Liam against the lockers, fangs bared and eyes golden.
"Liam," Scott warned as Liam saw the two of them approaching. His eyes faded back to normal, fangs disappearing into his mouth as he glared at them. Olive gave him an apologetic grin, which didn't seem to help.
"You're right, he is angry," Derek rose an eyebrow, letting go of Liam. He fell onto the floor, almost doubling over before he gathered himself, standing and facing the two of them.
"This one's yours," Olive gave him a tight-lipped grin as she tossed Liam his stick. He looked at it, then back at her before sending a glare Derek's way. The bell rang, but no one moved.
"Get to class, Liam," Scott rose an eyebrow and Liam stood for a second, still glaring at Derek before nodding his head and leaving the room. Scott let out an exasperated sigh, turning to Derek, who was now grinning, earning a look from everyone else in the room.
"I didn't know he smiled," Isaac said lowly, now standing between Scott and Olive. Olive chuckled lightly, rolling her eyes.
"What are you smiling about?" Scott furrows his eyebrows.
"You're gonna be good at this."
"Are you kidding? Remember how you said you could teach me a few things? I think right now I could use a full-on training manual," Scott shook his head, approaching Derek.
"With pictures," Olive added, causing Scott to glare at her.
"I'll tell you one thing, that anger he's got? It'll make him strong."
"And dangerous," Scott adds, eyes widening slightly.
"Very," Derek nods, causing Scott to sit down on the bench, shaking his head again.
"This was supposed to be the semester I could focus on school again," Scott said defeatedly and Derek nodded slowly, sitting down next to him. "But Kate's back. And I've got a beta. And there's a deadpool-"
"If all our names are on that list, then that's what we should be focused on," Derek nods, leaning back on the lockers.
"But not all of our names are on that list," Olive says, earning a look from Derek. "I'm not on it, neither is Isaac."
"Then here's what we do," Derek raises an eyebrow, a lightbulb going off in his head. "You two are on Liam duty. He's in danger if he's with any of us, but you guys are safe for now. So you make sure Liam's in check, and we'll figure out the Deadpool."
"Hold on," Olive starts, but Scott interrupts her.
"No that's actually a good idea, if you guys are with him you can teach him how to control it, and we can figure out where the other parts of the deadpool are without worrying about him getting out of control. Plus he trusts you," Scott adds, causing Olive to furrow her eyebrows.
"I doubt that."
"Trust me, he does," Scott nods, taking a minute before finishing his sentence. "And so do I, so take care of him, and we'll handle the rest."
Olive sighs, folding her arms in front of her and looking up at Isaac, who gave her a tight-lipped grin.
"This should be fun."
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"Why are we following him? We should be in class, I know I have a lot to catch up on considering I was just-"
"Shut up!" Olive interrupts Isaac, turning from the corner they were looking around to face him. He widens his eyes, nodding slightly and taking a step back. "I just found out who we're scrimmaging tonight, Liam's old school. I think that's why he was angry, so I'm gonna make sure it doesn't interfere with anything today."
"You're taking this very seriously," Isaac wore an amused smile as the bell rang, pushing them further into the lockers.
"You're not taking this seriously enough," She glares at him, and he rolls his eyes.
"Taking what seriously?" They both jump, turning to see Liam standing behind Isaac, trying to see what they were looking at around the corner. They stammered, trying to come up with something when a lightbulb hit Olive.
"We're trying to get Isaac back on the team," She smiled at Liam, who furrowed his eyebrows.
"Who's Isaac?"
"This- this is Isaac," Olive narrowed her eyes at him. "We really need to catch you up, kid."
"Is he-" Liam asks lowly, earning an eye roll from Isaac.
"Yes, I am," He says sarcastically and Liam furrows his eyebrows at him.
"Liam, he's...the other flame," Olive raises an eyebrow at Liam, who widens his eyes.
"The one that's complicated and you didn't wanna talk about even though you smelled like confusion and one other emotion I couldn't quite pinpoint but it felt really bad-"
"Okay!" Olive interrupted his ramble, which Liam seemed to have just realized he was doing. "Yes, that's the one."
"Nice to meet you, Isaac," Liam says uncomfortably and Isaac gives him a curt nod, looking back at Olive.
"Lacrosse team?" He deadpans and Olive shrugs.
"Well, tryouts were last week, so unless you're like Coach's favorite or something, I'm not sure you'll be able to get back on it."
"He may not be," Olive raises an eyebrow turning to look at Isaac, then back at Liam. "But I am."
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"I don't wanna play lacrosse!" Isaac all but whines as the two of them make their way to Coach's office.
"Well, it's the best way to keep track of him, if he's out on the field you can make sure he doesn't get too angry," She raises an eyebrow at him, and Isaac rolls his eyes as they reach the door.
"Okay, just follow my lead," She nods to Isaac as she knocks twice on the door before opening it. "Hey, Coach we need to talk- what the hell? "
Olive stopped herself, anger filling her as she took in the sight before her. Scott, Stiles, and Kira were surrounding Coach's desk, the team's lacrosse sticks littered across it. Stiles widens his eyes at them, dropping the stick and the end of it, which he had torn off, on the ground.
"Are you kidding me? These are expensive and the school can barely afford to fix them! Considering you broke one today already? Coach is gonna kill you- actually, I'm gonna kill you," Olive walked over to the desk examining all the sticks on it, and Stiles reaches a hand out awkwardly to tap her on the shoulder. She glares up at him, causing him to step back.
"I hate when she goes all coach-zilla," He mumbles to Scott, who snickers.
"We can explain," Kira glares at the boys before turning to Olive. "Stiles discovered that the imprint of the end of one of these was around the knife wounds on Carrie, so the killer has to be on the team. So we wanted to look at the end of all the sticks to see if we could find out who it was."
"The killer's on the team?" Isaac widened his eyes, closing the door behind him and getting closer to the group.
"Okay but that wouldn't work, most of the team plays with their own gear anyway, besides we switch those up and they all look exactly the same so how would you know who used it last?" Olive raised an eyebrow, folding her arms, and Stiles and Scott shared a dumbfounded look.
"That's what I was saying," Kira whispered, earning a grin from Olive. "We should just cancel the game."
"No, the game is the best way to catch him red-handed," Scott says, looking between the four of them.
"Yeah but what if he's red-handed because he's covered in the blood of whoever he's just killed, which, might I add, could be any of you!" Stiles spirals, gesturing wildly about as he speaks.
"Actually, we're not on the list, so it would just be them," Isaac interjects, pointing at Scott and Kira, and Stiles glares at him.
"Beat it Scarfy," He narrows his eyes at Isaac, who raises an eyebrow at him.
"Okay, Stilinski, you know what? I-"
"Okay! That's not gonna get us anywhere," Olive sighed, pushing Isaac back and rolling her eyes. "We don't have the whole list, we could be on it."
"Or Liam," Scott raises an eyebrow, letting out a long sigh.
"We don't know anything about that list! How it's made, how it's updated. I mean, who's been out taking a supernatural census anyway?" Stiles shook his head, leaning onto the desk.
"How do they even know about me?" Kira furrowed her eyebrows, and Scott sighed.
"They know about everyone."
"I think Kira's right, I think we should stop the game," Stiles nods, but Scott shakes his head, standing.
"I'm not afraid."
"Then neither am I," Kira stands, meeting his gaze.
"Well, I'm afraid, I'm very afraid, and my names not even on the list!" Stiles pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.
"I'm a little afraid," Isaac shrugs, causing Olive to hit him in the arm. "ow."
"Sorry," She mumbles back, shaking her head. "We can be afraid, but we can push it aside, because there are bigger problems to deal with right now. Like how are we gonna get Liam to not wolf out at the game, or how are we gonna catch a killer in a lacrosse uniform, or maybe how do we do all that when one of our former enemies has magically risen from the dead and wants revenge on all of us? Just a thought."
"We figure it out together," Scott nods, giving her a small smile. She sighs, looking out in the hallway to see Liam walk past the doors.
"We gotta get back to being super nanny. Text me if you find anything," Olive says, opening the door and Scott responds with a nod, watching as Isaac follows her out of the room.
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"Did you get him back on the team?" Liam asks, taking a bite of his sandwich and Olive shakes her head.
"Couldn't find Coach, we're gonna go to the econ room after," Olive nods, a small smile on her face. Isaac is staring at Mason, who is very confused.
"So how did you know Liam again?" Mason turns to Olive, who raises her eyebrows slightly.
"Lacrosse."
"You play?" Mason raises an eyebrow and Olive nods, laughing lightly.
"No, my official title is 'team assistant' but I'm more of like an assistant coach," She nods, pushing her pasta around with her fork.
"She is an assistant coach," Liam smiles, turning to Mason. "You should hear how she talks to the team, it's hilarious. One time, she made a kid cry."
"That was an accident!" Olive widened her eyes, putting her hands up in defense.
"She's worse than Coach!" Liam laughs, shaking his head. Mason chuckles lightly, looking back over at Isaac, who furrowed his eyebrows.
"Um, who's he?" Mason points to Isaac with his fork, and Isaac raises an eyebrow.
"This is Isaac, he's my- friend," Olive nods slowly, grimacing at her sentence.
"I'm gonna not ask any more questions about that," Mason nods, sensing her mood and moving swiftly onward. "What's the plan?"
Olive and Isaac share a look before turning back to Mason, confused.
"To get him back on the team. You do have a plan right?" Mason raises an eyebrow, looking between them and Olive lets out a relieved breath.
"Yes, we were just gonna go talk to Coach."
"That's it?"
"Yeah, we kind of have a rapport," Olive shrugs, earning an eye roll from Mason.
"So let me get this straight. You missed tryouts due to a prolonged vacation to France and you wanna get back on the team, even though you aren't even that good. And you think that just talking to Coach Bobby Finstock, notorious pessimist and extreme overreacter, is going to get him back on?" Mason folds his arms on the table and Isaac furrows his eyebrows.
"Who said I wasn't that good?"
"A lot of people," Mason deadpans, earning a snicker from Liam.
"He's not that bad," Olive grimaces, trying to make the situation better, but Isaac just narrows his eyes at her.
"Not that bad? I thought- you said I was one of the best on the team," He sort of pouted and Olive knitted her eyebrows together.
"Exactly. Our whole team sucks, but you are one of the best. That's kind of like being the shortest giant," Olive shrugs, earning a glare from Isaac.
"Not to mention he's out of practice," Mason adds, causing Isaac to redirect his glare.
"Okay, then let's go get you better before we talk to Coach," Liam says plainly, causing all three of them to look at him. "What? If you wanna get back on the team you need to show Coach your skills have improved. I know a thing or two about lacrosse, so between the two of us we can help you before the scrimmage."
"I can't actually, I have to go greet the new team coming in off the bus with Coach, but you two can take it from here, right?" Olive raises an eyebrow, but their expressions falter. Liam's goes cold and Mason just looks worried.
"What do you mean?" Liam grits, causing Olive to widen her eyes. His old school.
"Um, the teams getting here early, we have to welcome them off the bus," Olive says slowly as they hear the bus brakes screech in the distance. Liam's head shoots in that direction and without saying a word, he storms off.
"Oh, god," Olive whispers, getting up and dragging Isaac with her. Mason follows them and the three of them yell Liam's name in an attempt to get him to slow down.
"Brett!" Liam shouts as he reaches the parking lot. His gaze was fixated on a blonde boy from the other school. The two did sort of a stare-down before Liam sighed. "I just wanted to say, have a good game."
Liam held his hand out for Brett to shake, but instead, he laughed in Liam's face. Olive scoffed, turning to Isaac.
"Is that what they taught you in anger management, Liam? Just apologize and everything's fine? You demolished Coach's car," Brett speaks up, making a mockery of Liam in front of his old teammates.
"I wanna kick him really hard," Olive mumbles, low enough for only Isaac to hear, which causes him to chuckle lightly.
"I paid for it," Liam gritted through his teeth, trying not to go apeshit.
"Yeah, you're gonna pay for it. We're gonna break you in half out there and it's gonna all be your fault," Brett taunts him and frankly, Olive's heard enough. She scowls as she steps forward, but Isaac grabs her arm, pulling her back.
"I'm gonna get my ass kicked for this," He mumbled before surpassing her and interfering with the conversation. "Hello, prep students! Welcome to our high school, how are you?" He looked around at the team for a response, but they all just kind of glared at him. Olive took this as her opportunity to swoop in and grab Liam, ushering him away from Brett and the rest of the team. "Tough crowd. Got it. Well, welcome to Beacon Hills, home of the Cyclones, I'm just gonna go, but good luck tonight, huh? See you on the field!"
Isaac turns on his heels and speed walks away from the team.
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He rushes down the hallway, using his hearing to find Olive in the locker room, who is struggling to keep Liam contained.
"A little help here, if you're done making rich kid friends?" She looked back at him and Isaac rushed over to the two of them, flipping on the cold water and helping her shove Liam into it. They held him under the water, only waterlogging him a little bit, and waited for him to calm down.
"Are you done yet?" Isaac shouted over Liam's growls, this only seemed to egg him on more. He pushed off the wall but the two of them overpowered the boy, shoving his head back under the water.
"Okay, okay, okay! I'm good!" Liam yells, back to normal now. Olive and Isaac release him and Olive moves to turn off the water. Liam slides down the wall, sitting on the floor.
"I thought you smashed your teacher's car?" Olive knelt down in front of him and Liam shook his head.
"He was also my coach, he benched me for the entire season."
"What'd you do?" Isaac asked, folding his arms in front of his chest.
"Got a couple red cards," Liam mumbled, looking down at his knee.
"A couple?" Olive asks, raising an eyebrow and Liam sighed, but he stayed silent. "Liam, you have to be honest with us, that's the only way we can help you. What happened?"
"Nothing!" He said defensively and Olive's face softened. He just stared at her for a minute before shaking his head. "I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for an evaluation."
"What did they call it?"
"Intermittent Explosive Disorder," He nervously rubs his arm and Olive knits her eyebrows together slightly.
"You're an I.E.D?" She asks softly and Liam nods, earning a sigh from her. "Did they give you anything for it?"
"Risperidol, it's an antipsychotic. But I don't take it, I can't play lacrosse on it, it makes me too tired," He shakes his head, and Olive nods slowly. He furrowed his eyebrows at her for a second as he studied her facial expressions. She was really listening.
"Maybe you should bail out of the game, tell Coach your legs hurting-"
"No! No, I can do this. Especially if you're there, Scott too," Liam nods and Olive looks back at Isaac, who shrugs.
"Liam, it's not just about the game," She sighed, hesitating for a second as she shared another look with Isaac, this time he shook his head. She continued anyway. "We think whoever killed Demarco might be on the team."
"Who's Demarco?"
"The one who brought the beer to the party, he got beheaded?" Isaac raised an eyebrow, but Liam just stared back at Olive.
"We think whoever ordered the keg was the one who killed him," Olive said, causing Liam's head to shoot up to her. He took a minute, contemplation filling his face and Olive tilted her head slightly. "What just happened there? Do you know something?"
"I don't know who ordered the keg, but I know who paid for it, it was Garrett."
"What the hell is going on in here?" A voice sounded from behind them, causing the three teenagers to turn and look. Coach stood, a very confused look on his face as he took in the scene before him.
"Coach! I was actually just about to come find you, we need to talk," Olive smiled, standing from her place in front of Liam and approaching Coach.
"Yeah, clearly," He mumbled as Isaac joined Olive. "Lahey?"
"Hey, Coach."
"What a coincidence, that's actually what I needed to talk to you about-"
"He's playing tonight, right?" Coach interrupted her, pointing at Isaac. Olive rose he eyebrows, looking back at Isaac, who seemed just as shocked.
"Just like that? You're gonna let him back on the team?"
"Olly, Stilinski's on first line, yes I'm letting him back on the team," Coach nodded, patting Isaac on the shoulder before turning to leave. "Oh, and please never do whatever you were just doing again."
"Oh, we weren't-"
"I don't wanna know, just don't do it again," Coach stopped Olive midsentence, leaving the three of them to just stand around looking at each other.
"Guess you don't need to practice," Liam shrugged, causing the other two to chuckle lightly.
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