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Apotheosis

Beacon Hills Animal Clinic

Deaton, Scott, Stiles, and Liam are gathered around the table in the exam room, where Scott is flipping through the pages of Mason's chart. "Maybe there's something in here? Something about how he was a genetic chimera. Mason had a vanishing twin..." Scott said. "Now we've got a vanishing Mason." Stiles said. "What does that have to do with him turning into a 250-year-old French guy? How does that even happen?" Liam asked confused. Suddenly, Deaton gets an idea. "Hold on... Scott might have something. Mason's twin wasn't entirely gone-- that's what made him a genetic chimera. The DNA was still there. Metaphorically speaking, the DNA of Mason could still be inside Sebastien as well." Deaton said.

"How?" Stiles asked. "Life is energy. Energy doesn't just disappear. The Dread Doctors may have found a way to break the rules of the supernatural world, but there are some rules that simply won't break." Deaton said. Liam's expression becomes hopeful at this news. "So, Mason just can't be gone?" Liam asked. "Somewhere in Sebastien, he has to still exist in some form. A spark of energy, a flicker of memory..." Deaton said. "Hang on... Liam, you said Mason said something right before he turned." Stiles said. "He said... "That's not my name."" Liam said. "He finally remembered his name." Scott said shocked. "Damnatio memoriae." Stiles said.

"That's what they wanted. They wanted Sebastien to remember his name." Scott said. Deaton smiled. "Scott, you know the myth of what happens when you call a werewolf by its given name?" Deaton asked. "It turns back to human..." Scott said stunned. "What does that mean? Someone can just walk up to the Beast, yell Mason's name, and turn him back?" Liam asked confused. "Not someone..." Scott said. "Leo and Lydia." Stiles said. "They may need help." Deaton said. "From who?" Scott asked. "Perhaps the woman who was there the first time and her daughter." Deaton said. "Leo's mom and sister." Stiles said. "Leo's mom was there?" Liam asked. "Not only that, she helped kill it. She was the one that made him forget himself." Deaton said.

Later ~ Beacon Hills Sheriff's Station

Sebastien has just walked up to the front desk at the station, where Valerie Clarke is working. "Who did you say you were looking for?" Clarke asked. "The man's name is Argent." Sebastien said. Just then, the Sheriff appears in the doorway of his office. "Did you say "Argent?"" The sheriff asked. A few moments later, Sebastien is sitting in a chair in front of the sheriff's desk. Sheriff's phone buzzes, and he glances at the screen to read his texts. "Sorry, my son likes to leave--" the sheriff said but was cut off by his phone buzzing again. The Sheriff looks momentarily concerned at whatever the message from Stiles says, suggesting that Stiles warned him about Sebastien. However, Sheriff quickly puts on his poker face to hide this revelation.

"--Incredibly long and incredibly confusing messages." The sheriff said, finishing off his sentence. Sebastien looks at him curiously, and Sheriff gulps nervously before sitting behind his desk. "Maybe I should just turn the damn thing..." the sheriff said. Sheriff shuts off his phone and sets it down on the desk before finally addressing him. "So... You're looking for one of the Argents?" The sheriff asked. Sebastien concentrates on the sound of Sheriff's heartbeat, which is quick enough that he can tell Sheriff is anxious. He smiles in satisfaction. "You seem to know who I am. That means you know what I'm capable of." Sebastien said. The Sheriff takes his sidearm out of the holster on his hip and sets it down on the desk with a glare.

"I've got some experience." The sheriff said. "Your weapons may be more sophisticated than the arrows and the bullets of my time, but they still won't kill me." Sebastien said amused. The sheriff scoffed. "I'm pretty sure a 9mm Beretta will do more damage than an 18th century musket." The sheriff said. "Are you certain? I can walk out of this place with my hands clean... or, I can walk out with them drenched in blood. Your choice." Sebastien said challengingly. Sheriff sighs and looks torn for a long moment. The scene cuts to the bullpen, where Clarke watches as Sheriff leads Sebastien out. "Sir?" Clarke asked confused. When she sees the gun in Sheriff's hands, she immediately goes into defense mode, pulling out her own gun and aiming it at Sebastien. Sheriff looks horrified and immediately tries to stop her.