Translucence

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."