Stiles, Scott, and Allison stood in front of the three tubs already filled with water, Lydia, Deaton, and Isaac filling them with ice.

Stiles looks down at the leaves and berries of mistletoe anxiously.

All three of them step towards the tubes, each of them holding an item in their hands.

"Alright" Deaton said, dropping the empty plastic bag. "What did you bring?"

Stiles looked down at his father's Sheriff badge," Jennifer kind of crushed it in her hand," Stiles said, running a finger over the dented badge," I hammered it out a bit. still doesn't look great."

"It doesn't have to look good to have meaning," Deatonj reassured him.

Stiles nods, eyeing the battered but still- shining badge in his hands next to him. Allison holds up a bullet.

"Is that an actual silver buller?" Isaac asked, both amused and shocked.

"My dad made it," Allison replied,"It's sort of a ceremonial thing. When one of us finishes learning all the skills to be a Hunter. you forge your own silver buller as a testamet to the code."

"Scott?" Deaton said, and everyone looked att him,

"My Dad gave this to my mom when she firt got hired at the hospital," Scott answered, lookubg diwb at the watch." She used to say it was the only thing in thermarriage that ever worked,"

Stiles looked over the watch," It says water-resistant, not waterproof."

"I don't think she's going to miund if it saves her life," Scott replied.

"Okay, the three of you will get in," deaton explained," Each of us will hold you down untill you're essentially... well, dead. but it's not just someone to hold you under. It needs to be someone who can pull you back. someone with a strong connection to you. A kind of emotional tether."

Allison lookt to Lydia who starts towards her.

"Lydia," Deaton said, making everyone stop and look at the Druid." you go with Stiles."

Stiles wasn't vary sure of this, he had long gotten over his cruch with lydia, adn they were barely even friends.

"are you sure?" Allison asked, beating stiles to it," I mean both Scott and i have to go under so..."

Deatin gave them a confirming nod.

Stiles swallows, as Isaac and Allison share uneasy glances.

"It's okay," Scott said, making both of them look at him.

Stiles took a deep breath, trying to calm his thundering heart, as he walked to the tub.

In silence, the three of them take their places.

Scott, Allison and Stiles carefully step into the ice and mistletoe filled tube and sitt back. Deaton, Isaac and Lydia take positions behind them at the head of the tubs.

Already shivering, Stiles turns to Scott," By the way, If i don't come back and you do, you should probably know something... Your Dad's in town."

Srated in the water, Allison, Scorr and Stiles Share a look. A silent moment between them, Allison and Stiles both waiting for Scott's lead. He takes a breath and gives them a nod.

One-by-one, they submerge beneath the ice and mistletoe. Eyes closed, an olmost peaceful look on their faces.

Holding them down, Lydia, Isaac and Deaton throw worried glances to each other.

Underneath the water, Stiles stirs. His eyes snap open, burning with a fierce red glow. A glow that just as quickly disappears. His pupils dilate, darkness speading, overtaking his world, sanding him hurtling into pitch black.

Under a brilliand white glare, one-by-one, Scott,Allison and Stiles bust up from the water in the Steel tubes, gasping for breath.

Fingers wrapping around the sides of the tub, Stiles sits up, bliking away the water dripping down his face. He pers about, squinting under the glare.

Feet land on a tiled floor as the three teenagers pull themselves out.

 They gaze over a large and empty, industrial white room. A room that might have once housed dozens of cubicles, but is now devoid of any life.

Soaking wet, Allison, Scoot and Stiles look at Each other in confusion. Untill they notice something even stranger.

At the other end of the room, a massive tree stump seems to grow right out of the tiled floor.

Without a word spoken, the three teens bigin a coutious apptoach.

Scoot reaches the stump first and looks down with widening eyes at the numerous rings of the tree.

'what does it mean?' Dreek had asked him.

'Idon't know, It's just simething i traced with my fingers,'

Almost by instict, Scott reaches a hand out to the rings on the base of the tree stump. The moment he touched the wood with his fingertips, his eyes closed, and suddenly disapeared.

Stiles'eyes widened in horror when Scoot disappeared. And Allison without hesitation did the same thing.

Swallowing back his gear. Stiles approached the stump, Feeling like his feet were concrete.

Right when he was about to put his hand on it. the floor collapses and Stilles screams as he fell into the blackness.

Change Of View

Scott and Allison shoot out of the water, gasping for breath. Water splashes across the flor as they each gasp for the edges of the steel tub.

"I saw it! I know where it is!" Scott said immediatly," Stiles and i, we passed it. A tree stump. It was huge..." Scoot looked around for Stiles, hoping he could support the details but in his tub the inky black water cleared and stiles was gone.

Scott and Allison clamber out of their tubs, looking at Stules'tub in fear.

"where is he?" Isaad said, standing up at the others approached it.

Deaton looked at the empty tub in total horror and disbelief," I was afraid of this."

"Deaton, where is he?" Lydia whimpered, and it felt like she aldeady knew the answer.

"i thaought the connection would be string enough," Deatin said, Slosing his eyes.

"Where the hell is he?" Scott Demanded.

"Idon't know!"

Change Of View

Stiles screamed as he fell, vague images blurring past him, like circular windows of grey mist strangers with different people, words echoing in his head.

'The people closest to me habe the tendency to die on me,' A boice said, the words blurring tpgether in his ears.

the images blurred faster as stiles picked up speed.

Stiles gasped awake, but he wasn't in a tub of water anymore, but a lake. With water cascading around him, he stood, shaking the water out of his hair.

His teeth chattered, but he wasn't cold, if anything he was really warm. almost hot.

Stiles'body suddenly sasmed in pai as he looked up at the full moon, his eyes turning reed and fangs gilled his mouth, hair growing along the sides of his face, his brow furrowing, and his eyes sinking farther back into his head and he let out a roar, making every creature in the bayou scatter.