This IS My Normal

021

"Here's another yearbook. We need to find some sort of link for all the murders" Stiles tells me as he hands me a 2006 yearbook for Beacon Hills High.

I took it and sat down on his bed. Silence filled the room.

"Hey, what're you guys doing?" Sheriff Stilinski asked as he passed Stiles' door. "Homework" Stiles answered. Sheriff passes the door then backtracked. "It's spring break. What do you think you're doing?" "Satisfying my own curiosity" Stiles replied. "Uh huh, and what about you, ma'am?" "Supporting my friend" I said with a smile.

Sheriff takes closes the yearbook Stiles was going through. "What? Wait that's the face you make when you have news. What's going on?" "You know I can't discuss that with you. Even if I wanted to, I can't just share confidential information with-" "Who? Emilia? She's not gonna tell anyone, Dad." "Stiles, I'm not gonna share-" "I can just step out if needed-" "No Emilia" Stiles said as he turned towards me and motioned his hand for me to stay, "Whatever he wants to say he can tell the both of us".

Sheriff stood there and once he realized Stiles wasn't going to budge, he rolled his eyes and just told us all he knew.

"We uh, they, brought Harris in for questioning this morning." "And?" Stiles asked. "They're working on a warrant to arrest him for the murders". "All of them"? "Enough of them." "With what proof?" "You remember the couple in the trailer?"

What couple? It was clear to me that this conversation was purely just them at this point.

"Tire tracks near by matched Harris' car" Sheriff told his son. "That's not enough" Stiles said as he went back to searching the yearbook. Sheriff grabbed it and shut the book again. Stiles was getting visibly agitated. "The same car was also seen outside the hospital where the pregnant wife was killed. It's got some quote on the bumper sticker. It's a quote from Einstein." "Wait, what quote?" "Something about imagination and knowledge". "Imagination is more important than knowledge. Yeah I saw the same car parked outside the rave." "That means you're a witness. You're gonna have to make a statement". "What about the concert promoter Kara? She wasn't in their class. And what does Mr.Lahey have to do with Harris?" "It doesn't matter. The tire tracks put Harris at the sight of three murders. That's damning evidence." "I don't care, it's not enough" Stiles said once again as he opened the yearbook once again. "I-I thought you hated this guy". "I don't hate him alright, he hates me. And, you know, if he'd killed them all, then yeah, lock the psycho up. But there's something missing. There's gotta be something missing." "Hey, you don't have to solve this for me". "No, I have to do something."

At that moment I had realized something. I kind of tuned them out and kept flipping through the yearbook. In search for anything.

"Hey, guys. I think I found something". "Hmm? What? What did you find?" "Look at the swim team" I said as I approached Stiles' desk and put the yearbook I had in front of them both.

"Look at the coach" I said as I pointed to the picture. "It's Isaac's dad" Stiles had said.

••••

"Have you found Jackson or Allison?" Scott asked Stiles and I. "No, but we should probably tell her what we found" Stile replied. "I'm still kind of not sure what we found." I facepalmed. "I figured out it had something to do with water. Emilia found out that all the victims were on the swim team. The way the Kanima reacted around the pool" Stiles told his best friend. "So, whoever's controlling the Kanima really hates the swim team?" "Hated the swim team Scott. The 2006 swim team. How are you not piecing this together? You know what? I don't care. I'm gonna go find Lydia" I told them as I walked away from them.

Considering we were at Lydia's birthday party.

"Hey, Lydia! Happy birthday!" I said as I gave her a hug. "Where have you been? I befriended you and Allison on the same day. Then you two become close and just absolutely leave me in the dust." she practically yelled at me.

I took a deep breath. "And for that, I'm sorry. I guess I've just been so invested in what was going on around me, and not my friends". "You think?". "Look Lydia, I'm sorry." "Fine, punch?" she asks as she hands up a tray. I took one of the cups and walked away.

I started to walk through the party in search of Stiles and Scott. Hoping that by the time I find them, Scott will have a little bit more common sense.

"Stiles!" I said as I approached him by the pool. I don't know if I wasn't loud enough or something. But he walked right past me. He stared straight ahead and tears started to form in his eyes.

"Stiles?" I said just as he flinched against a pole, "What's going on?" I asked as I put my drink down. "I-I you didn't see it?" "See what?" I asked looking towards where he was. "My dad. He- he was-" "Hey, let's go sit down, yeah?"

He nodded his head as I took his arm and led him into the house.

"He blamed me. For my mom." "But he wasn't really here, Stiles. What were you drinking?" "Just the punch". "I haven't even had it yet. But you know your dad doesn't blame you for that, right? You can't control dementia." "Yeah no I know it's just-".

"Stiles! Is he okay. We need to sober him up right now" Scott said. "He's better than he was a couple of seconds ago" I replied. "Stiles, drink this water. Hurry" Scott practically pleaded.

"Alright, something's in the punch. We need to find Lydia" Scott told us. We got up and started going separate ways as we searched for her.

Around fifteen minutes later, we met back up outside. "So neither of us found her huh?"

"What are you doing! I can't swim! I can't swim!" someone nearby yelled. The three of us looked over and saw Matt being thrown into the pool.

Matt spent a couple seconds drowning before Jackson was the one to save him. The three of us stood there and stared at Matt and Jackson. Shocked at what was going on.

A/N: I don't remember if after season two, they really comforted Lydia and her trauma. Just how after season three, they never really brought up Void... Also, Matt drowning was Lowkey kind of dumb. Because why didn't he stand up. That pool was NOT deep. I understand logic goes away with panic. But still lollll