Kya stared down the rock wall and watched Allison and Scott climb up. They began flirting, and she laughed softly before saying, "You two do realize you have an audience."

Scott moved closer to Allison, and she kicked him further down the wall. Coach smirked. "McCall, I don't know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy. Right? All right, next two. Stilinski and Erica. Your turn."

Erica started climbing the wall and muttered, "Oh, please-"

Coach looked up at her. "Erica. Dizzy? Is it vertigo?"

Lydia frowned. "Vertigo's a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. She's just freaking out."

"Erica," Coach called again.

"I'm fine," Erica mumbled.

Allison was quiet a moment before she said, "Coach, maybe it's not safe. You know she epileptic."

Coach threw his hands in the air. "Why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff? I have to get -- Erica -- y-you're fine. Just -- Just kick off from the wall. Th-There's a mat to catch you. Come on. See, you're fine. You're on the ground. You're alright. Let's go. Shake it off. You're fine."

Kya made her way to Erica and said, "You're okay now."

Suddenly, Erica fell to the ground and began seizing. Scott, Allison and Stiles ran out.

Kya raised her hands. "This wasn't me."

Scott placed Erica on her side.

Allison asked Scott, "How'd you know?"

Scott met Allison's eyes. "I felt it."

Paramedics came and took her to the hospital while Kya walked with Scott and Stiles to lunch. Scott and Allison sat at the normal table the group always sat at. Stiles went to talk to Boyd and Kya followed.

Stiles sat down and said, "Boyd. You got the keys?"

Boyd frowned at him. "This isn't a favor. It's a transaction."

"Right, yeah. Absolutely."

He gave Boyd a twenty, causing Boyd to say, "I said fifty."

"Really, I-I remember twenty. I don't know. I have a really good verbal memory. And I remember twenty. I remember that distinct "twa" sound, "twa-enty."

"I said fifty. With the "fa" sound. Hear the difference?"

"Uh-"

Stiles was cut off. "If you can't, I can demonstrate some other words with the "fa" sound."

Stiles' widened his eyes. "Uh, no, n-no. I think I'm recalling it. Now. Maybe I just got it confused with -- forty." Boyd aggressively ate a chip. "Come on, man, have you seen the piece of crap Jeep that I drive?"

"You seen the piece of crap bus that I take?"

Kya smirked. "He got you there. But he's not wrong. Those busses are crap.

Stiles narrowed his eyes at her before turning back to Boyd. "Fifty. Mmm. Okay." He handed Boyd the rest of the cash and was handed a set of keys. "Thank you." He made his way back over to Scott. "Got 'em. Pick you up right after work tonight and we'll meet you at the rink, okay?"

Scott nodded.

Lydia's voice caught their attention. "What -- The holy hell -- is that?"

They noticed a girl with blonde curls, a short skirt, a white tank top, and a black leather jacket. Scott realized who had entered. "It's Erica."

Erica picked up an apple from some random kid and ate it before leaving the cafeteria.

Kya frowned. "Apple stealer. So rude."

That evening, Allison drove Lydia to the ice rink.

When they arrived, they walked inside the rink.

Stiles noticing Lydia didn't have a jacket, pulled out an orange sweatshirt. "Here."

Lydia glanced at Stiles. "I'm wearing blue. Orange and blue, not a good combination."

Stiles frowned. "But it's the colors of the Mets." Lydia shot him a look. "Okay, um, maybe orange and blue is not the best."

Kya sat next to Stiles. "For the record, if I could actually wear it, I would."

"I know you would," he replied quietly. He stared at her a moment. "You know, um, sometimes there's other things you wouldn't think would be a good combination end up turning out to be, like, a perfect combination, you know, like two people -- who nobody ever thought would be together ever."

Lydia looked out at Scott and Allison. "Yeah. They're cute."

Stiles followed her eyes out to the rink. "Oh, yeah, them."

"I don't."

"I guess they're cute. Adorable."

Lydia finished lacing her skates and turned to them. "Well? Are you coming? Who are you talking to?"

Stiles didn't answer. Kya raised her hand. "He's talking to me."

Stiles skated backwards and Kya stood on the ice and watched with a smile.

Lydia, who had stopped skating, brushed off some of the ice and began screaming hysterically. Kya walked over to her and Stiles hugged her as she screamed. She noticed pink flowers and a familiar former Alpha.

"Dead man walking?" Kya asked quietly. "How?"

---

At school the next morning, Kya walked into the cafeteria to see an empty table. Stiles pointed to it. "Scott. Do you see that?"

Scott frowned. "What? It's an empty table."

"Yeah, but who's empty table?"

"Boyd," Scott and Kya answered.

Scott looked between the two of them as they walked through the halls, before saying, "I'm going to the ice rink, see if he's there. And if he's not at home, you call me, got it? What?"

"Maybe we should let him. Boyd, you know, man? You said Derek's giving them a choice, right?"

"We can't," Scott said.

Stiles bit his lip and avoided Kya's eyes. "You gotta admit, Erica looks pretty good. You know, the word "sensational" comes to mind."

Scott let out a sigh. "Yeah. How good do you think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?"

"All right, all I'm saying is maybe this one isn't totally your responsibility."

Scott looked at Stiles desperately. "They all are. And you know this thing's gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible."

After a moment, Stiles nodded. "All right, I'm with you. And I also gotta say this newfound heroism is making me very attracted to you."

"Shut up."

Stiles smirked at his friend. "No, seriously. Do you wanna just try making out for a sec? Just to see how it feels."

Stiles' cheeks turned red while he tried to avoid looking at Kya as Scott left.

Kya laughed. "Your embarrassment is adorable. Come on; we gotta to find Boyd."

Stiles drove the two of them to Boyd's house and he started pounding on the front door. "Hey, Boyd? Hey, Boyd? It's Stiles." He turned around to see Erica. "Oh -- wow."

Erica frowned at him. "What are you doing here?"

Stiles shifted nervously. "Uh, nothing, I was just looking for, um-"

"Boyd?" Erica finished.

"I'm looking for Boyd. Do you know where he is?"

Erica smirked at him. "You know what you're doing right now that's kind of funny? You're only looking in my eyes."

Stiles raised his eyebrow. "That's funny?"

"Well, yeah. Because it's that kind of look where you're trying not to look anywhere other than my eyes, but you want to, don't you? You want a nice, long, hard look."

Stiles glanced at Kya and shook his head. "Not really. No."

"Oh. So it's just my eyes?"

"Yes. You have beautiful eyes."

"I have beautiful everything."

"Good for you," Kya retorted. "Just answer our question. Where's Boyd?"

Stiles raised his brow a second time. "And a newfound self-confidence. Congratulations, Erica. We should get going."

"You're not going anywhere."

"Why not?"

"You're having car trouble," she answered, holding something from the Jeep and knocked him out.

Kya frowned. "That's rude."

Stiles popped up from the dumpster and muttered, "Bitch." He noticed Kya. "You're still here."

"Well duh. You know, there are some perks to being dead. For example, I don't have to smell trash."

"Me?"

She stared at him. "What? No. I mean the literal dumpster you're in."

"Oh. Right."