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sunnyie-eve · 5 days

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24 | Guardians

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None

| MASTERLIST |

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Stiles smacks Derek over and over but before going punch him, he wakes up so Stiles tells him everything that has happened. Derek leaves to go get his sister while Stiles and Julia stay back to hold off the cops.

"You should have gone with Derek." Stiles says as the two of them sit alone in the front lobby.

"And leave you? No, thank you."

"Why stay with me?" He looks at her playing with a strand of her hair so she stops to look at him.

"Because I want to be with you and you need someone by your side. Your dad was taken and your best friend left... but I'm still here for you." She tears up a bit, "Stiles, you're the first person in my life, besides from Lydia, I really care about."

"Julia," Stiles moves closer to her but stop as they both look at the door to see the FBI. "Oh, just perfect." Stiles sighs.

"Who's that?" Julia asks as the man walks over to them since it was clear Stiles didn't like him.

"A Stilinski at the center of this whole mess. What a shocker. Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?"

"Stiles without sarcasm isn't a thing." Julia looks up at the man to read his badge, "McCall..."

"And you are?" He asks her.

"Julia Martin." She answers him.

"Where's your dad, and why's no one been able to contact him?" He ignores Julia to ask Stiles.

"I don't know. I haven't seen him in hours." Stiles tells him.

"Is he drinking again?"

"What do you mean, again? He never had to stop." Stiles tells him and Julia was getting pissed with Scott's dad.

"But he did have to slow down. Is he drinking like he used to?"

"All right, how about this? Next time I see him. I'll give him a field sobriety test, okay? We'll do the alphabet start with F end with U." Stiles says causing him to smile.

"How about you just tell me what the hell happened here?"

"We do you know what happened here because we were stuck in the elevators the whole time." Julia speaks up.

"Y'all aren't the ones who put the name on the doors?"

"What name?" They ask at the same time confused so he tells the Argent was written on the door.

Once they were good to go, Stiles and Julia go to the Argent's to tell them that their name was written on the door. Allison says it's no coincidence that Blake took Scott's mother and Stiles' father. Allison suspects that Ms. Morrell is behind the warning saying the guidance counselor knows a lot more about what's happening and might be trying to help. Stiles says they need to hurry since the lunar eclipse is two freaking nights away and that his father could already be dead. Chris disagrees. He says it seems Jennifer is moving pieces into place. Allison points out that Chris is one of those pieces. He says they won't wait around to see her next move. He takes out the map of the telluric currents.

Stiles is dejected saying that going after her will likely mean Chris gets taken. Chris says he's different because he's carrying a .45 caliber pistol. He says Jennifer has shown that she can heal from a shot to the leg and slashes to her face but wonders how she would do with half her skull blown off. Chris suggests the placement of the sacrifices has to do with the strength of the telluric currents in those spots. He points out the school, the animal clinic and the bank on the map. Supposing that Jennifer might return to a spot if she failed to complete a sacrifice there the first time, they settle on the bank as a logical starting point.

"What if we use Lydia and you?" Allison looks at Julia.

"Lydia and Julia? What can they do?" Chris asks lost.

"They sorta have a talent at finding bodies without looking for them." Stiles tells him so Chris looks at Julia.

"What are y'all? Psychic?"

"No, we're Banshees." Julia corrects him.

As time passes both Allison and her father bring out all their weapons, "I thought you guys were retired." Stiles says looking at everything.

"Retired yes, defenseless, no." Chris tells Stiles to keep his phone on so that if Scott calls they can tell him right away. Stiles says he thinks that is unlikely and Chris says Scott is only doing what he thinks is right.

"I can't shoot a gun or use a crossbow. But... Well, I'm- I'm getting pretty good with these." Isaac arrives showing his claws.

While Isaac and Allison stay with her father, Stiles and Julia go to Lydia and catch her up on everything. She couldn't believe Scott would willingly join the Alpha Pack but Stiles says the look on Scott's face at the time suggests his choice was real.

"I get that Julia and I are human Geiger counter for death but I don't know how to turn it on or off yet." Lydia looks at Stiles.

"I still don't know how to do it and I've been a Banshee a lot longer." Julia takes a seat.

"Jennifer seemed surprised that I was a Banshee, so why did she try to kill me?" Lydia asks confused.

"We need to find out why. What do you know that I don't?" Julia asks her before the three head to school.

At school, Lydia was frustrated that Aiden wasn't texting her back. Isaac ends up texting Stiles about Allison's dad. The news ends up sending Stiles into a panic attack which Julia notices immediately.

"Stiles, what is it?" Lydia asks him.

"He's having a panic attack." Julia takes his hand leading him down the hall to the locker room where it there wasn't anyone but them and Lydia.

"Hey, hey, breathe. Try to breathe. Focus on me, look at me." Julia grabs his hands forcing him to look at her, "Remember when you helped me with mine at Scott's house?" Julia smiles a bit but it wasn't helping him so she wraps her arms around him hoping a hug would work like it did for her then.

"I can't stop, Julia." His voice cracks so she moves back cupping his face so he would look into her eyes.

"Look at me. You can. I know you can." She smiles before leaning in to kiss him gently till he was clam again.

As she pulled back slowly they just stared at each other completely forgetting Lydia was just standing on the side watching them.

"How'd you know that would work?" He asks her taken back.

"I read once when I used to have mine that holding your breath could stop one." She smiles with tears in her eyes, "I didn't know how to get you to hold yours so I kissed you hoping it would work."

"I held my breath?" He keeps his eyes locked with hers.

"You did." She nods her head wiping her tears away.

Stiles tears up again, "Thank you." He pulls her into a tight hug, "I'm lucky you're smart." He makes her laugh.

"If she was really smart she would tell you to sign up for a few sessions with the guidance counselor." Lydia speaks up finally so the two pull out of their hug.

"Morrell." Stiles says so him and Julia get up from the floor and the three rush out to go see her.

They rush into the Guidance Office to find Danielle waiting for Ms. Morrell. She says Stiles and Lydia will have to wait because she's got some serious issues to work on. Danielle says she's been waiting for 20 minutes for the counselor and points out that it's weird because Morrell is never late. Lydia agrees, saying she was seeing the councilor at the beginning of the semester. Stiles concludes she is not late, she is missing.

Stiles says he wants to know what Morrell knows and starts to search through her desk. There are two framed photos, both of young children, on the desk. Stiles comes up with Lydia's file and finds a number of drawings of the same tree. It is the same exact tree over and over again on several pages.

"Wait, I basically draw the same thing but upside." Julia pulls out her notebook and flips through her pages to show basically the same thing.

"Okay; you can have my session. You girls got bigger issues." Danielle leaves them.

"What is this?" Lydia asks scared.

"Stiles, the last one I drew..." She shows him she went into detail about what's under the roots, "It's the root cellar."

"That's where they are." Stiles looks at her.

The three rush off to find the Nemeton but Stiles is called by the McCall. Stiles sends Lydia and Julia to Derek since both he and Peter have been to the root cellar before.

Arrives at Derek's loft and there is an awkward moment when Lydia sees Peter for the first time since she brought him back from the dead, "Derek, we have visitors." Peter calls out.

"We know where the parents are. Jennifer has them in the root cellar. If I remember correctly, you've both been there." Julia enters the loft.

"Yes, but we don't know where it is. Talia- Derek's mother and my older sister, decided that she didn't ever want us going back. She knew how dangerous it was and took the memory of its location from us." Peter tells the girls.

"Then how are we supposed to find it?" Lydia asks him.

Stiles, Julia, Lydia, Allison and Isaac join Deaton at the Animal Clinic as they try to work out how to find the Nemeton. Stiles believes it must be on a telluric current or at the convergence of the currents. Allison says Gerard claims he can't remember the location although he and Chris had been there once before. Deaton says there might be a way to do it but that it is dangerous and that they'll need Scott.

At the animal clinic, three large tubs filled with ice water and mistletoe are waiting. Deaton asks if Scott Stiles and Allison have brought something personal that belongs to their parents. Stiles had his father's badge. Allison had a silver bullet made by her father. Scott had a Timex watch. He said it was given to his mother by his father and that Melissa jokes it was the only thing about the marriage that worked.

Deaton explains that the three will serve as surrogate sacrifices for their parents. The plan means the three friends will be dead for a few seconds before Deaton brings them back. Their deaths will supercharge the Nemeton and that will attract supernatural creatures to Beacon Hills. Deaton also says dying will take a personal toll on the trio. They will be left with a permanent darkness around their hearts.

"Each of us will hold you down until 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 that has a strong connection to you. A kind of emotional tether." Deaton tells the three, "Lydia, you're with Allison and Isaac you'll stand next to her. I'm with Scott, and Julia is with Stiles." He adds.

"Really?" Julia asks surprised Lydia didn't get him and Isaac wasn't with Allison since she could tell they were sorta liking each other.

"Yes," He says making Stiles and Julia to look at each other.

They each slip in the tubs. Through shivers and chattering teeth, Stiles informs them that Scott's father is in town. Each of their tethers reach out and push them under the water.

Hours pass and the three were still in the tubs while the other four waited patiently, "Deaton..." Julia walks over to him as he was in the front, "Why did you pair me with Stiles and not my sister?" She asks him.

He gives her a look, "Are you seriously asking me why?"

"Well, yeah. You said someone that has a strong connection to them. An emotional tether... Who better for Stiles then Lydia? He's been in love with her since the third grade. I'm still a recently new friend to him. It's been only like a year..."

"But to the two of you it doesn't feel like just a year. Believe it or not, you're the perfect person to pull him back. Y'all's connection is almost stronger than his and Scotts." Deaton walks away leaving her alone.

Julia takes a seat on counter before rubbing her temples mumbling to herself, "You have feelings for Stiles don't you?" Isaac joins her side.

"I don't know the answer to that question anymore, honestly." She turns her head to look at him, "In the past, I would've laugh and said no and meant it. Now, if I do that... I don't know if I'm lying or telling the truth." She laughs at herself, "I shouldn't though."

"Why not? I like Allison when I shouldn't."

"Because when I fully admit I have feeling for him it will just kill me. Isaac, I'm never gonna be his pick as long as Lydia exists. He's been in love with her since the third grade." Julia tears up.

"What he has is a one sided love, and that isn't real love. Love is a bond shared between people, Julia. Lydia doesn't love him since he's just a friend." Isaac tells her.

"When did you become a love expert?" Julia laughs at him.

"I'm not, I'm just stating the obvious. I have my friends back." He pulls her into his side.

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babeyvenus · 2 years

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 19: Forgiveness

"You know when you're drowning, you don't actually inhale until right before you black out?", Sam told Ms. Morrell, the guidance counselor, as she picked at her lacrosse stick.

"It's called voluntary apnea. It's like no matter how much you're freaking out, the instinct of not letting any water in is so strong that you won't open your mouth until you feel like your head's exploding. But then when you finally do let it in, that's when it stops hurting. It's not scary anymore. It's actually kind of peaceful.", Sam says, staring off into space.

"Are you saying you hope Matt felt some peace in his last moments?", Ms. Morrell asked. Sam's eyes glanced over at her. "I don't feel sorry for him."

"Can you feel sorry for the nine-year-old Matt who drowned?"

Sam's jaw clenched. "Just because a bunch of dumbasses dragged him into a pool when he couldn't swim doesn't really give him the right to go off killing them one by one. Not only that, Stiles' dad told me they found a bunch of pictures of Allison on Matt's computer. And not just of her.", she scoffed at the memory. "I mean, he photoshopped himself into these pictures. Stuff like them holding hands and kissing. He was building himself a fake relationship with these pictures. Him drowning isn't an excuse to be delusional."

"One positive thing came out of this though, right?", she asked.

"I guess, but I still feel like there's something wrong between us. I don't know."

"Can you explain?"

"There's this one night, I had a nightmare. My brother and my mom were arguing over what he wanted to do with his life, and he turned around and blamed my dad's death on my mom. He saw me and said the same thing. Said I'd never see him again. Said he wished I was never born.", Sam swallowed. "All I can ask myself is, was it really my fault? Since then, I haven't seen my brother."

"Is your father dead?", she asked. Sam shrugged. "I can't really say. He and my mom got into this really big argument, and he walked out on us. I was 8 at the time so I can't really remember. I don't really know if he died, but my brother was convinced that he did after we moved here."

"Maybe it was a dream. Maybe he's still alive.", she reassured.

"Maybe. But it's different in the house now. Mom's always working, I barely see her. I thank every lucky star I have that she doesn't see me coming home the way I do or that she doesn't know half of the things I've been through.", Sam says, rubbing her face.

"Have you talked to her about it since that night?"

"No, not really. I mean, I'm more focused on everything else so everything that's happened has been a distraction from being at home. Scott's got his own problems to deal with. I don't think he's talked to Allison yet either. But as I told her, that's her own choice. Her mom dying hit her pretty hard. But I guess it brought her and her dad closer.", Sam says as she shakes her head.

"Stiles and I are still pretty close… At least, I hope we still are. We were supposed to be talking about he felt, but we never did. Him and his dad are pretty on and off with each other. Jackson, though? Jackson hasn't really been himself lately. " Sam chuckled humorlessly. "Actually, the funny thing is, as of right now, Lydia is the only one who seems the most normal."

She frowned once more. "And then, there's this guy..." She shook her head. "Sometimes, I don't understand him. I can't get in his head. I can't tell what he's thinking or what his next moves are gonna be. He's...cold and distant one minute and then caring and softer the next. I don't know what to make of him."

"Boy troubles, hm? Maybe talk to him about how he feels. If he doesn't open up right away, that's okay, but he might if he sees how much you care.", the older woman suggests. Sam shrugged.

"And what about the championship game tomorrow night? Feeling nervous?", Ms. Morrell asked.

Sam shook her head. "Not really… Scott always has my back in the games."

"But you said you haven't talked to him recently."

"Me and Scott always get on each other's nerves as well as me and Stiles. But we've stuck together through it.", Sam says, letting a small smile play on her lips before dropping. "Though… tension is rising in my team too. I mean, one of my teammates is dead and one of them is missing."

"You mean, Isaac. One of the three runaways. You haven't heard from any of them, have you?", she asked her. Sam looked at her desk, noticing she wasn't even writing anything.

"How come you're not taking any notes about this?"

"I do my notes after the session."

"Your memory's that good?"

"How about we get back to you?", the woman insisted, and Sam looked back into her lap, shaking her head. "Sam?" The girl looked back up at Ms. Morrell.

"I'm fine. Yeah, aside from not sleeping, jumping at every loud, sudden noise, and feeling this heavy dread something terrible is about to happen."

"It's called hyper vigilance, the persistent feeling of being under threat.", she informed.

"But it's not just a feeling, though. It's like," Sam shook her head, thinking. "It's like a panic attack. You know, like I can't breathe."

"Like you're drowning?"

"Yeah.", Sam nodded.

"So if you're drowning and you're trying to keep your mouth closed until that very last moment, what if you choose to not open your mouth? To not let the water in?"

"But you do that anyway? It's a reflex.", Sam says, confused.

"But if you hold off until that reflex kicks in, you have more time, right?"

"Not much time.", Sam responded.

"But more time to fight your way to the surface?"

"I guess."

"More time to be rescued?"

"More time to be in agonizing pain. And did you forget the part where you feel like your head's exploding?"

"If it's about survival, isn't a little agony worth it?"

"And what if it gets worse? What if it's agony now and then. . . and it's just hell later on?"

"Then think about something Winston Churchill once said, "If you're going through hell, keep going."

Sam sat on the bench with Stiles and Scott as Coach came up behind Stiles.

"What the hell are you talking about?", Coach questioned Stiles. "The game hasn't even started. Now put on your helmet and get out there."

"You're letting Stiles play?", Sam asked, smiling.

"You're in for Greenburg.", Coach told Stiles.

"What?", Stiles asked. "What happened to Greenburg?"

"What happened to Greenburg? He sucks. You suck slightly less."

"I'm playing? On the field? With the team?"

"Yes, unless you rather play with yourself."

"I already did that today. Twice.", Stiles replied.

Sam looked at him, unamused. "Stiles."

"Get the hell out there!", Coach yelled and Stiles grabbed his stuff, running out on the field. Sam put her helmet on as they took their spots.

"Ok, Stiles, whatever you do, try to stay close to me so I can save your ass whenever I can.", Sam said as the game started.

She winced as Stiles constantly got brutally tackled. Isaac came out onto the field and ran to her.

"We got to get Scott out on the field.", Isaac said.

"How?", Sam asked. "He's failing, like, three classes."

"Got to make it seem like Coach doesn't have a choice."

Sam smirked. "I can definitely do that." The whistle and Sam charged forward and curled up into a ball and rolled Gotez over.

"Ramirez! You're in!" Isaac tackled Ramirez and Sam got Murphy. "Lahey! Wilson! Seriously, what the hell is your problem?", Coach shouted.

"Sorry, coach!", Sam yelled, grinning. She was about to charge at the last player, but someone slammed into her. Sam tumbled to the ground and groaned in pain. Scott came to her side.

Sam felt her ribs being sore. Not broken at least.

She didn't move as the Paramedics came and loaded her onto the stretcher. Sam quickly went into the locker room to change. As she began changing, she stopped as she heard a shing of metal. The fuck…?

Sam turned around and saw Gerard and his hunters coming toward her.

Shit.

She kept forgetting he's the principal. Him being the principal has given him too many conveniences.

Sam's eyes widened as she saw Scott behind Gerard. Scott slammed the two hunters into the wall and turned around to her, eyes yellow, to see Gerard gone.

"Where is he?", Scott asked. Not bothering to ask any more questions, Scott and Sam ran outside to the field to see ten seconds on the clock.

The buzzer sounded and the lights went out leaving the field pitch black. Screams sounded and Scott and Sam looked around to place the scream.

"What the hell is going on?", Sam asked Scott as they looked around.

The lights of the field came back on. They ran to the middle of the field to see Jackson, lying still on the ground.

"Jackson!", they heard Lydia yell, running to Jackson. She pushed past the teens to Jackson. "Jackson, what's happening?"

"Can we get a medic over here?", Coach yelled. "We're gonna need a medic!"

Melissa came and knelt beside Jackson.

"He's not breathing.", Melissa said. "No pulse." Melissa lifted up Jackson's shirt to see blood.

"Look," Sam whispered to Scott and Isaac, pointing to Jackson's hands which were covered in blood.

"He did it to himself?", Isaac asked them. Stiles' dad came off the bleachers to the middle of the field.

"Stiles?", he called out, looking around. "Where's Stiles? Where...where is my son? Where's Stiles? Where the hell is my son?"

Her eyes widened as she frantically looked around. Where the hell was her best friend?

She ran through the hallways looking for Stiles and ran in the locker room, only to see Scott and Isaac rummaging through Stiles' locker.

"How come you get his shirt and I get his shoe?", Isaac asked, looking at the sneaker in his hands.

"You guys haven't found anything?", Sam asked. They shook their heads and Scott suddenly pulled her towards him.

Sam turned around and saw Derek. "We need to talk.", Derek said. "All of us.", Peter came out from behind his nephew.

Sam took Stiles' shoe out of Isaac's hand and threw it at Peter. He hid behind Derek again before popping out with a smile.

Scott frowned. "What the hell is this?"

"You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the Sheriff's station.", Derek confessed.

"Okay, hold on. He threatened to kill my mom. And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?", Scott defended.

"I'm going to go with Scott on this one. Have you seen his mom? She's gorgeous.", Peter chimed.

"Shut up!" Scott, Derek, and Sam yelled at Peter simultaneously. He rolled his eyes.

"Who is he?", Isaac quietly asked Sam.

"That's Peter, Derek's uncle. A little while back he threatened to kill us all, he bit me, and then they set him on fire and Derek slashed his throat.", she explained, crossing her arms.

"Hi.", Peter waved his fingers. Isaac nervously and half-heartedly smiled. "Good to know."

"How is he alive?", Scott asked.

"He's alive because of me and Lydia.", Sam says. Scott gaped at her. "You? How?"

"He was controlling us.", Sam confessed, glaring at the older man.

"He's controlling you?"

"Look, the short version is, he's back and he knows how to stop Jackson. Maybe how to save him.", Derek said, as they all looked at him in shock.

"Well that's pretty helpful except, Jackson's dead.", Isaac confessed bluntly.

"What?", Derek asked, shocked himself.

"It literally just happened on the field. He's dead.", Sam says. Derek and Peter looked at each other concerned. "Okay why is no one taking this as good news?", Isaac wondered.

"Because if Jackson is dead it didn't just happen, Gerard wanted it to happen.", Peter said.

"But why?", Derek asked his uncle.

"Well that's exactly what we need to figure out and something tells me the window of opportunity is closing. Quickly.", Peter sighed, taking a step forward.

"Are you seriously asking us to trust you?", Sam asked, incredulously.

"Yes. On this one subject involving Jackson, I'm asking you, Samantha, to trust me."

Sam stepped up to him, uncrossing her arms. "I'm only nice once, Peter. You killed your niece, bit my best friend, tried to kill me and my friends, you bit me and tried to turn me, took over my body, literally almost killed your nephew," She pointed at Derek.

"Could've killed his mom," she pointed at Scott. "Used me and Lydia to bring you back to life, and now you're asking me to trust you. That's not happening. You've got ways to go before I start trusting you."

"Well, that'll work fine for me.", he says. "Piss off. Seriously.", Sam retorted.

The door creaked as Scott, Isaac, Peter, Derek, and Sam walked into the Hale house.

Her phone buzzed as she got a text from Stiles, instantly sighing in relief. "Stiles is okay.", Sam announced.

"Look, I told you I looked everywhere.", Derek told Peter, who crouched over the bottom stairs.

"You didn't look here." Peter took out a wooden plank from the stairs. He reached inside and grabbed a large suitcase, carefully pulling it out and brushing the dust off the top.

"What is that, a book?", Derek asked. Peter looked at him, offended.

"No, it's a laptop.", Peter sassed. "What century are you living in?" Derek rolled his eyes.

"I'm shocked you know what that is.", Sam says, crossing her arms.

"A few days after I got out of the coma, I transferred everything that we had. Fortunately, the Argents aren't the only ones that keep records." He got up and paced into another room. All of them followed, minus Scott who left to go to his mom with Isaac.

Sam kept Scott on the line as he went to the hospital.

"He's in some type of transparent casing made from the venom coming out of his claws.", she told Derek as we watched Peter, who sat at an old desk searching through his MacBook.

"That sounds sufficiently terrifying.", Peter mumbled.

"They also say he's starting to move.", Sam said, taking the phone from her ear.

"Look, I think I found something." Peter types quickly. "Looks like what you're seeing from Jackson is just the kanima's beta shape."

"It has a beta shape??", Sam asked in disbelief.

"What, meaning it can turn into something bigger?", Derek asked, leaning in closer to the screen. Peter's eyes widened and he leaned back in his chair. "Bigger and better."

On the screen was an indescribable looking monster that looked way more powerful than Jackson looked now. It was bigger, at least twice the size. Its claws looked way sharper and longer, even the tail looked more deadly.

Derek's eyes also widened. "He's turning into that? That has wings."

"I can see that.", Peter quietly replied. Sam sighed. "Scott, bring him to us please.", Sam says into the phone.

"I don't think that'll be possible, Sam.", Scott replies.

"Look, someone actually made an animation of it.", Peter clicked on the YouTube link to it. Derek and Sam leaned forward to look. "Maybe it's less frightening if we—" a terrifying reptilian screech came crying through the computer and the most horrifying picture of the alpha kanima moving showed up, making Derek and Sam flinch and stand up straight. Peter immediately shut the computer.

"Nope, not at all.", Peter turned his head to look at Derek. "You should probably meet him half way."

"Scott, get him out of there now. Go now!", Derek took her phone and ordered before hanging up and they started to rush out of the house.

"Derek, we need Lydia.", Peter said before they left the house.

"Look, there's no tim—" Peter cut Derek off by putting his finger in the air to quiet his nephew. "That's the problem. We're rushing, we're moving too fast. Everybody knows that a moving target is harder to hit and here we are, racing right into Gerard's crosshairs."

"If I get the chance to kill Jackson, I'm taking it.", Derek said, walking off. Peter looked at Sam, cocking his head.

"Don't look at me. That's your nephew.", Sam said, shaking her head in dismissal.

"We need her, Samantha."

Sam sighed harshly.

"You said it yourself originally that there had to be another way, Jackson couldn't die. For that to not happen, we need Lydia.", Peter said. Sam shook her head, raising her arms to slap against her thighs in defeat. "Fine. We'll get her."

Sam whipped out her phone to text Stiles to find Lydia and bring her to the warehouse district.

Peter and Sam arrived at the Beacon Hills Warehouse District, sighing as they saw headlights from another car. They could see a SUV in front of them, so Sam cut the engine to the Camaro and got out of the car.

She sighed. "Fuck.", she whispered, realizing who the SUV belonged to. An Argent. She turned around and saw that Peter was nowhere to be found. The Hale boys and their disappearances, typical.

"Where's Derek?", Chris Argent asked, walking up to her. Before she could answer, Derek came running down the foggy street on all fours. He leaped into the air and crouched down onto the pavement.

"Oh boy.", Sam muttered, shaking her head. "What the hell are you doing here?", Sam asked Chris. Derek stared at Chris with hatred and spite.

"I'm here for Jackson, not you.", Chris directed at Derek.

"Somehow that doesn't feel very comforting."

Chris and Derek nodded at each other. "Get him inside.", Derek demanded. They all ordered. Once they were all inside, Scott was the first to speak up.

"Where are they?", he asked Derek and Sam. Derek looked from side to side, confused. "Who?"

"Peter and Lydia.", Scott answered and looked around.

"Sam, where the hell is Peter?", Scott yelled. Sam pointed at him. "Don't start with me, Scott. I don't know."

She knew he was here; he was just hiding in the shadows. She could sense him.

Derek ignored Scott and crouched over the body bag, unzipping it to reveal a dead Jackson.

"Hold on a second, you said you knew how to save him!", Scott cried.

"We're passed that.", Derek told him. "What—what about—" Scott began to yell, but Derek yelled at him. "Think about it, Scott! Gerard controls him now! He's turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog! He set all of this in motion so that Jackson could get even bigger and more powerful."

"No…", Chris spoke up, Derek and Sam turned to face him. "No, he wouldn't do that. If Jackson's a dog, he's turning rabid, and my father would never let a rabid dog live.", the older man said.

"Of course not," they turned around to see Gerard emerging from the darkness, revealing himself.

Shit.

"Anything that dangerous, that out of control, is better off dead.", Gerard said evilly. Derek growled, looked down to Jackson, and drew back his arm to thrust his claws into Jackson's chest.

Before he could, Jackson stabbed his own claws into Derek's chest. Effortlessly, he lifted Derek off his feet as he began standing up and hurled him into the next room.

"No!", Sam yelled, ready to run to him. Chris Argent, with a gun in his hand, held her back. They all looked at Gerard in fear.

"Well done to the last, Scott.", Gerard congratulated. "Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn't realize that you were also bringing Derek to me."

An arrow whizzed right for Scott, but he managed to dodge it, so it hit Isaac in the shoulder. He groaned in pain and fell to the ground.

Sam glared at the Argent daughter who glared at her.

"Allison?", Scott gaped, realizing she was trying to kill him. Scott and Sam rushed to Isaac, helping him up and pulling the arrow out of his shoulder. Chris began shooting off bullets, triggering Jackson's screeching.

"Can you move?", Sam asked Isaac.

"It hurts.", he whimpered. "It's healing, I'll be okay."

"Sam, get out of here." Scott demanded.

"You get Gerard and Jackson. I've got Allison.", Sam says.

"Don't hurt her.", he growled at her. She looked at him like he had grown another head. "Uh, first off, she tried to kill us, okay? All of us at this point. I'm not promising that.", Sam says, and ducked as Derek came flipping over wooden crates and crouching down, all wolfed out.

Both Isaac and Scott had phased too. Sam snuck over to the broken trunk of the Argents' SUV and grabbed a gun. When she turned around, she came face to face with Gerard. He shoved her into the car. Gerard began fighting her. She felt a couple blows to the stomach and a couple to the side of her face. She kicked him in the stomach, and he stumbled out of the car.

She fought back against the old man, but Gerard pushed her to the ground. The gun flew out of her hands, clattering a few feet from her. Sam scurried up, grabbing it and running towards where she could see Jackson. The three werewolves could barely take him, they were all getting thrown down every time they attacked. Sam watched as Isaac was choked by the kanima and thrown into a pile of wood, Derek jumped down from a machine and began fighting with him.

Sam lifted the gun. "Derek, move!", she shouted. Derek looked at Sam with wide eyes and dodged as Sam aimed the gun right at Jackson and shot it off. A bullet went straight through Jackson, and he screeched, glaring at her with hate. He pushed Derek to the floor and went after Sam.

"Come on.", Sam called. Behind him, Scott appeared and caught him off guard, but he reacted quickly and threw him into a wall. Derek went right back up again but managed to get his side slashed. He started stumbling, until he finally fell over.

Shit, not again.

Sam looked around and saw Allison attacking Isaac and she watched as Allison turned to Derek. Sam rushed in front of him and pointed her gun at her. She couldn't let her kill Derek.

"Back off, Allison.", Sam threatened.

"You wouldn't.", she hissed. Sam lips quickly quirked in a challenging smile, immediately remembering her words from the night before. She raised her eyebrows and aimed the gun a few inches away from Allison's direction, and shot the gun, nearly grazing her ear.

Allison looked at her in horror and frowned as her face turned hateful. She raised her knife and started to rush at Sam.

"Allison!", Scott yelled. In one swift motion, the knife was taken from Allison's hands and dropped to the floor. She was now dangling above ground, the kanima's scaly hands wrapped around her neck.

"Not yet, sweetheart.", Gerard said, smiling.

"What are you doing?", Allison choked in panic.

"He's doing what he came here to do.", Scott said.

"Then you know." Gerard didn't seem surprised.

"What is he talking about?", Allison asked.

"It was that night outside the hospital, wasn't it? When I threatened your mother. I knew I saw something in your eyes. You could smell it, couldn't you?", Gerard asked.

"He's dying.", Issac said, looking at Gerard.

"I am. I have been for a while now.", Gerard practically shrugged. "Unfortunately, science doesn't have a cure for cancer yet. But, the supernatural does."

He looked at Derek who was in his wolf form. He was still paralyzed and the only thing defending him was Sam. Allison started gasping and Gerard flashed Jackson a look, making his grip harder on his granddaughter.

"You monster.", Chris Argent growled at his father.

"Not yet.", Gerard smirked.

"What are you doing?", Allison cried.

"You'll kill her too!", Chris cried.

"When it comes to survival, I'd kill my own son!" Gerard's jaw clenched tightly and then he focused on Scott.

"Scott.", he smiled at the boy. Scott phased back to himself and looked from Chris Argent, to Derek, to Sam and back again.

"Scott, no.", Sam exclaimed. He seemed sorry for a moment before walking over to her, shoving Sam with force and plunged his claws into Derek's neck. Derek let out a weakened roar.

"Scott, he's going to kill him after!", Sam yelled at him, trying to stop him, but before she could run after him, Jackson's tail quickly wrapped around Sam's throat.

Derek looked up at Sam with furrowed eyebrows. "He's going to be an Alpha.", Derek mumbled to Scott.

"That's true. But I think he already knows that. Don't you, Scott? He knows that the ultimate prize is Allison. Do this small task for me and they can be together. You're the only piece that doesn't fit, Derek. And in case you haven't learned yet, there's just no competing with young love." Gerard began to take his jacket off, preparing for the bite.

"Scott, don't.", Derek looked at him.

"Don't, Scott!", Sam pleaded to her friend as she choked. "All of this would've been for nothing if you just give him what he wants."

"I'm sorry!", Scott apologized in a yell, then he quieted down. "But I have to."

Gerard rolled up his sleeve and walked over to Derek. Gerard put his forearm into Derek's mouth and clamped down his jaw. A loud cry of pain echoed in the room. It stopped when Gerard snatched his arm out of Derek's mouth, and Derek stumbled to the ground.

Sam kicked the back of Jackson's head and wiggled out of the Kanima's tail, catching her breath as she ran over, crouching to the ground to help Derek sit up. He looked at her with sadness in his eyes as Sam glared at Scott and Gerard. Gerard gave a victory laugh while they all stared at his bitten arm as it began to bleed black. Streams of black blood were trickling down his arm and they all watched in horror.

"What?", He asked. He looked down to his arm and saw the black blood. "What is this?" Sam's eyes widened as she looked at Scott. He planned this. Holy shit.

She let out a chuckle. "Your plan just backfired.", she told Gerard.

"What did you do?", Gerard glared at Scott.

Derek and Sam looked up at Scott, who looked down at them.

"Everyone said Gerard always had a plan," Scott faced Gerard, "I had a plan too." Gerard, stunned, quickly shoved his hand into his pocket and took out his silver pill container.

"No.", Gerard growled. He spilled the pills into his hand. "Mountain Ash!", he screamed, crushing the pills in his hand making a black powder flying out of his fist.

Gerard fell to his knees, black blood was coming out of his eyes and nose. It even spewed out of his mouth. Then he fell to the floor, exhausted.

"Why didn't you tell me?", Derek asked Scott, hurt evident in his voice. "Because you might be an Alpha, but you're not mine.", Scott declared. Derek's eyes fell down to the ground and Sam helped him stand.

"Kill them! Kill. Them. All!", Gerard screamed at the top of his lungs.

Shit.

A loud crash echoed through the warehouse. They all watched as Stiles' jeep came ramming into the building and hit the Kanima.

"Stiles!", Sam exclaimed, happy to see him.

"Did I hit him?", Stiles' eyes were squeezed shut. Scott and Sam chuckled. Jackson jumped on the roof of the car, making Lydia and Stiles scream. They both stumbled out of the car as fast as possible.

Stiles ran over to Scott but Lydia stood right in front of Jackson, yelling his name. Jackson held back his hand and was about to slash Lydia's throat.

"Lydia!", Stiles and Sam screamed. Sam was about to go help her until Derek held her back by wrapping his hand around her arm. She looked at him, as he gave her a look to stop.

Sam watched as Lydia held up a small object in front of her face. It made Jackson stop and look at it for a second. He just stared at the object as if he was remembering something and from then on, his scales disappeared from his face.

Jackson backed away from Lydia. Sam noticed Peter had jumped from wherever he was hiding, signaling Derek.

Quickly, Derek's claws were piercing in Jackson's abdomen while Peter's were in his back. They lifted him off the ground and their claws sliced through his skin. Jackson was coughing and choking on his blood and spit, and they finally let him go.

Lydia went to catch him and Derek came back to me. Lydia and Jackson sank to the ground, the redhead was crying.

Sam felt bad. Lydia really did love him. Despite his shitty attitude towards her, she still loved him. Sam felt a hand placed itself on her shoulder as she backed away from the scene.

Sam turned around and saw Derek looking at her with sad eyes. Her own filled with tears as she looked back at the scene before her. She backed up and stayed by his side, Isaac soon came over on his other side.

"Do you—do you still—", Jackson stuttered out.

"I do.", Lydia immediately replied. She slowly nodded while tears were streaming down her face. "I do still love you." She let out a sob. "I do, I do still love you. I do.", she whispered. Jackson seemed satisfied and his head drooped on her shoulder before his body went limp.

Sam looked away, clenching her fists. He was an ass. He was always an ass...but she grew up with him. She never hated him as much as she pretended. She tolerated him and vise versa.

He didn't deserve to die. Saving him should've been the better option.

The object dropped from Jackson's hands and clanked loudly onto the concrete floor. It was a key—a house key. It must've held memories.

Lydia rocked back and forth, quietly repeating that she still loved him. Finally, she laid him on the ground as the last bit of his scales disappeared.

"Where's Gerard?", Allison asked. Sam rolled her eyes and looked over to where Gerard once laid, but he was gone. A pool of black blood was left in his place. What the hell.

"He can't be far.", Chris assured. This old creep was crawling away and no one was concerned??

Lydia slowly stood up, sobbing and barely keeping it together. Stiles went to go comfort her but stopped when they all heard a noise echo through the warehouse.

It sounded something scratching against the floor…something like claws. They all focused behind Lydia to see Jackson. His wounds were healed, but he was still dead.

Suddenly Jackson's eyes opened, revealing his irises shining an unnatural icy blue. They all watched silently as he carefully got up and shifted into a werewolf right before them.

He stared up at the ceiling for half a second before letting out a ground-shaking howl. Jackson looked just as confused as they did after he shifted back to normal.

"Holy hell…", Sam muttered and looked at Derek as he looked at the boy in shock. This wasn't the plan. Lydia hurried and ran into his arms. They both tightly embraced and wrapped each other's arms around one another.

Everything was fine…for now.

"Let's go home." Sam looked at Derek who looked back down at her with a small smile. She returned the smile, and they did, only headed back to her place to get him cleaned after he had changed.

Derek sat on Sam's bed as she wrung out a towel before walking over to him. His face was still dirty from dried blood and dust.

He didn't meet her eyes as she cleaned his face. "You shouldn't be doing this.", he says. Sam smiled. "You're not the first person I cleaned up after a hard day."

"I'm sorry.", he suddenly said. Sam stopped. "You're apologizing."

He nodded. "For what?", Sam asked, resuming her cleaning. "Everything. I shouldn't have said what I said to you. I shouldn't have blamed you for Peter's doing. You're not an inconvenience. I never meant that.", he said.

Sam stopped, looking at him with a frown. "Derek."

"I'm serious. It wasn't right. I wasn't protecting you. I was protecting myself. I wasn't supposed to care what anyone thought of me. I...I haven't had anyone care about me after Laura... so it was difficult when you came around.", he confessed, looking down.

"For so long, I wanted to feel like I was somebody. Someone that others could rely on. Someone powerful. Someone who knew what they were doing. Scott made me realize that I'm really untrustworthy.", he expressed. "Before we left for Jackson…Erica and Boyd left."

Sam sighed.

Setting the damp towel down on her desk, she turned to him. "I knew you didn't mean what you said. Despite being hurt by your words, I know you didn't mean it. I just… I wish you'd have a little more faith in me. That's all. I do rely on you and sometimes I feel like I shouldn't because you already have so much to deal with."

She walked back over to him. "Your personality is a little questionable and your methods of caring are a little strange in its own way, but you still have a heart. That's what I like about you. That's why I trust you. You can be an amazing alpha. You know when to make the tough calls, despite not liking them.", Sam says and sit down next to him.

She looked down. "I know what it's like to feel alone. Abandoned. But if you have people that care about you, they'll stick around. They'll be there for you when you need them.", she says, smiling wistfully and looks up at him.

"When people leave you without a good reason, you gotta let them go sometimes. It's for your own good. All you can do is move on. If Erica and Boyd thought it was a good idea to leave, that's on them. But guess who you have. Me and Isaac and the others, and for some strange reason, your psychotic uncle. You're not alone, Derek.", she says, making him look at her. "You're not as bad as you make yourself seem."

His eyes blinked as if he were blinking away tears and suddenly hugged her. She hugged him back. "Thank you.", she hears him rasp. She rubbed his back as they sat in her dimmed moonlit room.

Early the next morning, before Derek was about to drop her at Stiles' house, they had made a quick stop into the woods with Isaac and Peter. As they approached the house, there was a weird symbol painted on the door. It was similar to Derek's weird tattoo, but it was different.

"This kinda looks like a swastika.", Sam muttered, and Isaac's eyes widened at her assumption.

"You haven't told them everything yet, have you?", Peter asked, looking over at Derek. Derek glared over at Peter, who grinned and leaned against a tree. Isaac and Sam looked at each other, shrugging and confused.

"What do you mean?", Isaac asked the older man.

"Why do you think Derek was in such a hurry to build his pack? So eager to strengthen his power and his number?"

"To be stronger. Strength in numbers.", Sam said, shrugging.

"When there's a new Alpha, people take notice.", Peter said.

"People like who?", Sam asked, looking at Derek.

Isaac walked up the steps of the house and pointed to the door. "What even is this?" Derek walked next to Sam. "What does this mean?", Sam asked.

"It's their symbol.", Derek said, gruffed. "And it means they're coming."

"Who?", Sam asked, concerned. They already had another threat…?

"Alphas.", Derek answered. Sam looked at him in bewilderment. "Alphas? As in plural?"

"A pack of them.", Derek said.

"A pack–?", Sam sighed, running a hand through her coils.

"An Alpha pack. And they're not coming…they're already here.", Peter said. Sam looked from Derek to Peter to Derek again.

Despite the issue, Derek dropped her off at the school and Stiles pulled his jeep onto the empty field; the trio piled out and went straight to the goal.

"So you really think she'll come back to you?", Sam asked Scott, who seemed better.

"Yeah, I know she will.", Scott said optimistically. Sam smiled and turned to Stiles. "What about you and Lydia?", Sam asked.

"Well, my ten-year plan for Lydia to fall in love with me may have to stretch to fifteen, but the plan is definitely still in motion.", he smiled.

"Good.", Sam grinned. The boys followed her to the goal.

"Why don't you just ask her out?", Scott asked. Stiles and Sam laughed.

"Yeah, okay. Why don't you just get in the goal and help me make team captain like you promised, big guy.", Stiles suggested.

"You're reaching for the stars, huh?", Sam asked, smiling.

Stiles dropped his lacrosse gear to the ground and Sam stood next to him; Scott ventured into the goal with a lacrosse stick.

"Hey, you know what I just realized? I'm right back where I started.", Scott said.

"What do you mean?" Stiles wondered.

"I mean no lacrosse, no popularity, no girlfriend, nothing."

"Dude, you still got me.", Stiles said, offended.

"I guess I'm just chopped liver.", Sam laughed.

"And you still got us. So life fulfilled, okay?", Stiles reassured.

"Yeah, well I had you guys before.", Scott said.

"You're gonna have to work to get rid of us.", Sam grinned.

"Alright.", Scott smiled.

"Alright, remember no wolf powers.", Stiles reminded, readying his stick.

"Got it.", Scott nodded.

"No, I mean it! No super fast reflexes, no super eyesight, no hearing, none of that crap. Okay?"

"Okay.", Scott agreed. "Come on!", he urged with a laugh. Stiles got in position hesitantly.

"You promise?" He called.

"Stiles!", Sam laughed.

"Will you just take the shot already?", Scott rushed. Sam saw Scott's eyes turn gold and a smirk appeared on his lips. Stiles threw the ball into the net and Scott caught it fast.

"I said no wolf powers!", Stiles whined.

#teen wolf derek hale #derek hale x oc #derek hale x reader #derek hale imagine #derek hale #derek hale headcanon #derek hale x plus size reader #derek hale x black reader #plus size reader #x black reader #black reader

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There's Always Another Day (4331 words) by tabbytabbytabby Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Laura Hale/Marin Morrell, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Laura Hale Characters: Laura Hale, Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Marin Morrell, Sheriff Stilinski Additional Tags: Laura Hale Lives, Resurrection, Dead Peter Hale, Alpha Derek Hale, Werewolf Stiles Stilinski, Developing Relationship, The Hale Pack - Freeform, Alternate Season/Series 01, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mentioned Kate Argent Summary:

Derek is there, kneeling on the ground. His shoulders are hunched and his hands bloody. On closer inspection most of him is. But that’s not the most startling thing. Laying in front of Derek, eyes wide open but staring blankly at the canopy of trees above them, is Peter. He’s dead. She doesn’t need to listen for an absent heartbeat to know that. “Derek,” Laura whispers, standing frozen as she takes in the bloody scene in front of her. “What have you done?” “I had to,” Derek says, his throat raw with emotion. “I had to save you.”

Or the one where Derek kills Peter and brings Laura back from the dead.

For @laurahale-appreciation week day 5: From The Other Side

#laura hale #LHAW19 #sterek #laura x morrell #werewolf stiles #stiles stilinski #derek hale #marin morrell #teen wolf #my fanfiction

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Even More New OCs

PJO:

Unnamed Grace OC; Percy ship — Jason’s twin sister, Hera’s greek champion

Unnamed daughter of Hera

Unnamed Castellan OC — Luke’s twin sister

Unnamed daughter of Apollo

Harry Potter:

Lian Slughorn; Ernie Ship — raised by her grandfather to be the perfect pureblood princess and taught that connections are more important than genuine friendship, in Slytherin but most of her housemates consider her a disgrace because she doesn’t buy into blood purity nonsense, Ernie hexes Draco for her in first year

Teen Wolf:

Rianna Deaton; potential Derek ship? — Deaton & Morrell’s youngest sister, only sixteen but was raised by her siblings because her mom died in childbirth, living with Deaton in Beacon Hills.

Aislynn Deaton; Scott ship — Deaton’s not-daughter, but the magic of the nemeton mixed with deaton’s magic essentially created a child who was magically bound to be the guardian of the nemeton and Scott’s future emissary and destined soulmate

Unnamed Vampire OC; Derek ship

Unnamed Warlock OC; Derek ship— Derek and Laura met a pack after leaving Beacon Hills, OC was training with their emissary and decided to follow Derek back to California when Laura died

Marvel:

Unnamed OC; Loki Ship — a Vanir princess who's betrothed to Thor and while they’re good friends, they aren’t in love. Slowburn friends > enemies > lovers Loki ship

Unnamed Carter OC; potential Bucky ship? — Sharon Carter’s twin sister

Ocean’s Movies:

Roxy Ryan in Perfect Crime — Rusty’s younger sister, practically raised by her brother (and Danny), as smart as she is stunning and happy to let people underestimate her

Kiara “Kai” Ocean in In My Blood — Danny’s daughter, teenager in ocean's 11 and is stuck living with her mom and terry benedict, very happy to help her dad & uncle rusty fuck Terry over, in her 20s in ocean's 8 when her aunt debbie recruits her for her first heist since danny 'died'

Unnamed OC; poly Danny x Rusty

Unnamed OC; poly Debbie x Lou

Dottie Ocean — the youngest Ocean sibling, pretty much raised by Danny but has been living with Rusty since Danny got arrested, idolizes both of her older siblings

Unnamed OC; Daphne Kluger ship

Camilla Benedict; poly Danny x Rusty — Terry Benedict’s daughter, artist who can create virtually indistinguishable replicas of just about anything, not a fan of her dad's new girlfriend being her age, definitely a fan of those two hot guys who robbed her dad but she wants her inheritance back

Game Of Thrones:

Unnamed Tyrell; Jaime ship — The youngest Tyrell sibling, goes to King’s Landing with Loras & Margaery

Unnamed OC (Amita Suman) — part of the House Of Black And White, takes Arya under her wing, returns to Westeros with her

RECAST — Rhiannon Snow in The North Remembers (Kristen Stewart > Danielle Galligan)

Shadow And Bone:

New Name — Raisa Markov > Ilaria Markov

Unnamed Crow OC — was in the Menagerie with Inej and Kaz bought her too

Unnamed OC,; x Darkling — Princess of Ravka, Nikolai’s older sister, married to the Darkling, details TBD and reliant on s2

#maddie talks #new oc #rianna deaton #aislynn deaton #roxy ryan #kiara ocean #dottie ocean #camilla benedict #rhiannon snow #ilaria markov #lian slughorn

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Benefit of the Doubt

I can’t stop thinking about fandom expectations in Teen Wolf and how they’re dependent on race. It’s inspired by this post by @bigskydreaming which I thought was really insightful about how fandom misreads the dynamics of trust in Season 5A.

Think about how a large part of fandom approaches the Scott-and-Stiles friendship dynamic. You can see it in the predominance of Scott-is-a-bad-friend reactions in Scott’s tag on Tumblr and YouTube. Think about meta which takes Scott’s and Stiles’s eventual hostility to each other as a given. Think about fan fiction story after fan fiction story which uses as it fundamental principle that Scott doesn’t deserve Stiles’s friendship and that Stiles deserves better friends. To paraphrase the author’s notes of one popular work ‘the truth is that Scott isn’t there for Stiles as much as he should be. Scott always has his reasons, but it’s hard not to resent it.’

And never, never do they ever consider how much the ‘not there for X as much as they should be’ is so weighted against Scott as to be ridiculous. Stiles can choose to be there or not, whatever his present emotional state demands. As much as they like to write Stiles is Pushed Out of the Pack fictions, the only person who ever tried to separate himself from the pack was Stiles.

Think about how parts of the fandom interpret Scott’s aggressive reaction in Wolf Moon (1x01), where he throws Stiles up against the wall, as Scott trying to kill Stiles, when Scott actually pulls himself back. The scene is frequently used as a reason why Stiles shouldn’t trust Scott anymore. (But it’s never used to argue why Stiles should not trust the nearest Hale, people who actually physically hurt Stiles.) Scott had more aggressive reactions to Stiles in Season 1 as well. Two in Second Chance at First Line (1x02), neither of which resulted in physical harm being done to Stiles. The first time, Stiles snapped him out of it with a fire extinguisher and the second time Scott ran away on his own. The other one was in Lunatic (1x03) where a taunted, anchorless Scott in the thrall of the full moon yelled at Stiles, but when he broke free of his chains didn’t even try to attack.

I can see the defense -- but Scott scared Stiles! Or course he wouldn’t trust him, even if Scott was being influenced by the moon. Yet somehow, parts of the fandom don’t think Stiles would have trouble trusting Derek, whom Stiles literally admitted scared him, or Peter, who reenacted every major slasher-fic trope with Stiles in Night School (1x07).

Think about how often the reactions, the meta, and the fan fiction holds Scott accountable for not putting Stiles first, such as for the unforgivable sin of turning his phone off when on a date with his girlfriend and he thought Stiles was in school, or hanging up on Stiles when he didn’t know Stiles was in danger, or being dragged by Derek into stopping Jackson when Stiles had been kidnapped, when he didn’t know where Stiles was. To parts of the fandom, all of these are friendship breakers. How many times in fan fiction has Stiles ended his friendship with Scott because he just can’t rely on him? Because Scott’s not focused on Stiles, 24/7. You don’t have to look very hard.

These incidents are considered more than enough -- no matter how the production framed them -- for parts of the fandom to believe that the end of their friendship was inevitable, stemming from Scott failing their expectations for his behavior toward Stiles. But the obverse is never held to be true.

No greater example of this exist other than when parts of the fandom reduce Scott’s refusal to automatically trust Stiles in Season 5A to “believing Theo over Stiles for no reason.” You see, they expect Stiles to take Scott’s previous actions into account when evaluating Scott, but Scott cannot take Stiles’s previous actions into account when evaluating Stiles.

As if Stiles hadn’t physically tortured Scott because he believes Scott got his dad hurt with an injury that was gone by the end of the next episode. As if Stiles hadn’t actually taken steps to get Derek killed or angrily argued about killing Jackson. As if Stiles hadn’t charged the fused twin alphas with a baseball bat. As if Stiles hadn’t been paranoid and violent at the beginning of 5A. As if Scott hadn’t caught Stiles in a lie.

And those are just reasonable, rational reasons for Scott not to trust Stiles in this matter! What about the trauma reactions, which are just as powerful as the trauma reactions that led Stiles to this point in his behavior? What about the trauma to Scott arising from a demon with Stiles face torturing Scott with an oni sword? What about the emotional reaction to the fact that Stiles trusts Scott so little would literally conceal something this important even after Scott gave everything to save Stiles before?

And that’s the point. The fact that even during Scott’s first few weeks of lycanthropy he never laid a hand on Stiles doesn’t erase for them the right for Stiles to be afraid of Scott. That fact that Scott turning off his phone or hanging up on Stiles in a tense situation is eminently reasonable doesn’t preclude them from concluding that Stiles shouldn’t rely on Scott. But the calculus of history doesn’t go both ways.

Yet here comes the kicker.

It does go both ways with [Insert White Antagonist Here]. Of course, Stiles would forgive Derek’s violence and deception and trust him implicitly, because Stiles did the same to Derek. Of course, Stiles can rely on Jackson or Isaac to do what he thinks, even though they were hostile and stubborn. Of course, Stiles would make exceptions for Liam’s control issues. Of course, Peter would put Stiles first, even though Peter never put anyone before himself. Ever.

The only person who doesn’t get the benefit of reciprocal trust and forgiveness is Scott. But that’s not really true, because Deaton and Morrell and Braeden don’t get it either. Because ... you know why.

BUT IT’S NOT RACISM.

#teen wolf racism #scott mccall defense squad #fandom racism #teen wolf fandom problems

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Season 3a; Episode 11: Alpha Pact

Hello all! After this one there is only one more chapter of season 3a! If you guys are liking the story and want to be added to the taglist let me know! As always constructive criticism is welcomed. And please make sure to answer my pinned post if you like the 100!

Season 3a; Episode 11: Alpha Pact

Pairings: Scott McCall x Twin Sister, Lydia Martin x Best Friend

Warnings: panic attack, swearing

Word Count: 4,112

Season 3a masterlist

Hearing someone running down the stairs, I turned to see Stiles. "Where's Scott? Where's my mom?"

Stiles sighs, "Jennifer took your mom. And Scott..." He trails off.

"Stiles, what happened?"

"He went with Deucalion." My mouth falls open in shock, unsure of how to process this new information. Rather than thinking about it right now I decided to turn back around to try and get Derek to wake up.

After a few more agonizingly long minutes Derek slowly blinks his eyes open. Spotting me and Stiles above him, he pushes himself into a sitting position and asks, "Where is she?"

"Jennifer? Gone." Stiles answers.

"With my mom." I quietly add, still trying to process the fact that my only two family members are with psychopaths.

"She took her?" Derek questions.

Stiles nods, "Yeah. And if that wasn't enough of a kick to the balls, Scott also left with Deucalion. So get up. The police are coming and we need to get you the hell out of here."

Stiles and I both help Derek off of the elevator floor, "What about Cora?" The Alpha asks, concerned for his sister.

"She made it out with Peter and Isaac." I answer as we make our way to the exit.

"You should go with him, (Y/N/N)." Stiles speaks up.

I quickly shake my head, "No, I'm staying with you." Stiles sighs but nods.

Before Derek gets the chance to leave, I pull him into a quick hug. "Be careful. And please keep us updated."

Derek awkwardly pats my back, "Uh, yeah. You too."

Stiles raises his eyebrow in question once Derek is gone, "What? I'm his favorite. I can get away with doing things like that." I shrug in response.

Stiles shakes his head, though a small smile forms on his lips. "Let's go wait for the cops." He says, leading me over to the waiting room chairs.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Stiles and I sat side-by-side holding tightly to each other's hand. We needed some sort of comfort since both of our parents were taken by Jennifer and Scott decided to be friendly with the demon wolf.

We looked up at the sound of the hospital doors opening. My mouth fell open as I saw an FBI agent making his way towards us, "Do you think he saw me? Can I make a run for it?" I quietly ask Stiles.

"I'm pretty sure he saw you." He gave my hand a squeeze. "I'll be right here for you the whole time."

Once the Agent approaches I quickly look down at mine and Stiles entwined hands, refusing to make eye contact. I start focusing on my breathing, counting inside my head but also focusing on the words exchanged between the two guys near me.

"A Stilinski at the center of all this mess. What a shocker." My jaw clenches at his words and I can feel Stiles becoming more annoyed by the second. "Though I do wish you weren't here, (Y/N)."

Neither Stiles nor I answer. "Do you think you can give me some answers without the usual level of sarcasm?"

"If you can ask them without the usual level of stupid." Stiles replies, glaring at the man.

I start to play with Stiles fingers as I hear the Agent speak once more, "Where's your dad and why has nobody been able to contact him?"

"I don't know. Haven't seen him in hours." Stiles answers.

"Is he drinking again?"

"What do you mean again? He never had to stop." Stiles spits out.

"That was you." I mumbled under my breath, but both men heard me.

The agent sighs but chooses to ignore my words, "But he did have to slow down. Is he drinking like he used to?"

"How about next time I see him I give him a field sobriety test? We'll do the alphabet starting with F and ending with U." Stiles angrily says, making me smile lightly.

"How about you just tell me what the hell happened here?" The agent asks, trying a different approach.

"We don't know. We were stuck in the elevator the whole time." Stiles answers, sticking to the lie we came up with earlier.

"You're not the one who put the name on the doors, are you?"

For the first time in the conversation I look up, exchanging a look with Stiles. "What name?" We ask together.

"Argent. Do you know who that is?" Stiles and I both nod in response, not feeling the need to answer considering the agent probably already knows who they are too.

"Well you can leave Stiles, I would like to talk with my daughter."

"I stopped being your daughter the day you left me and Scott. If Stiles is leaving I am too. And you can't make me stay." I glare at the man. I look back to Stiles and tug on his hand, "Come on."

*_*_*_*_*_*

Stiles and I quickly make our way to the Argent's to let them know that their name was left on the elevator doors at the hospital. "The word is Guardian, Allison. More than anyone, you know that's a role I haven't exactly lived up to lately." Mr. Argent says to his daughter.

We move down the hall, walking into Mr. Argent's office. "But she took Mrs. McCall and Stiles' father. That's not a coincidence." Allison argues.

"I'd also consider the fact someone put your name in large block letters on the elevator doors. That kind of felt like a pretty big warning to me." Stiles adds.

"I think it might have been Morrell. I think she knows a lot more than she lets on. She might even be trying to help us."

"Well she needs to get on that a lot faster since the lunar eclipse is less than two freaking nights away."

Stiles fell into a chair as I chewed on my bottom lip. "Stiles, don't give up hope." Mr. Argent says, looking at the teenager.

"They could already be dead."

"I don't think so. There's something about Jennifer's tactics. It's like she's still positioning. Still moving pieces into place."

"And you're one of them." Allison says.

"Okay." Mr. Argent sighs, "Then let's not wait around to see her next move."

He lays out a map then continues speaking, "Everything she's done has been on a Telluric Current. So Melissa and the Sheriff have to be somewhere on one of the Currents, right?"

"That would make sense." I answer. Though Mr. Argent is looking at Stiles.

"Stiles, if we're going to find them, we need your help."

"You seriously want to go after her? Have you even seen what she's been able to do? She tossed Scott across the room like it was nothing." I place a comforting hand on Stiles shoulder as he speaks, understanding his concern and frustration.

"What if she just takes you like the others? I mean, no offense, but what's the difference between you and them?" Stiles continues.

"I'm carrying a .45." Mr. Argent places the gun on top of the map. "Maybe she can heal from a shot to the leg and a few slashes to the face. But, personally, I'd like to see how she holds up with half her skull blown off. We've got one priority right now. Find your mom," He says looking at me.

He then turns to Stiles, "And your dad. We've got a map and every clue we need to figure this out. The only thing we don't have is time. Which is why I need all three of you."

"We can do this. We have to." I say, giving Stiles’ shoulder a squeeze.

Stiles nods in response, "Where do we start?" We all gather around the map as Mr. Argent pulls out a black light.

"The place where the sacrifices have been committed have usually been different from where the bodies have been found. I think the placement has to do with the strength of the Current. So there's the School, the Animal Clinic, the Bank."

"What about the motel?" Stiles asks.

"I don't think she'd take them that far."

"This still looks like too much ground to cover. We could spend weeks looking at all the possibilities." Allison says.

"She must have some sort of pattern that she follows." I add in.

"She wouldn't use the same place twice, would she?" Stiles questions.

"Only if she didn't succeed the first time." Mr. Argent says. He moves his finger to point at the bank.

"Scott's boss?" Allison asks her father.

"Deaton. It was her only failure. That could mean something."

"So we should go check it out, right?"

"Definitely."

"But that's just one place so far. We need more help." Stiles says.

"What about Lydia?"

"Lydia? What can she do?" Mr. Argent asks.

"She's found a few of the bodies without meaning to. It has to be related to the supernatural but we're not sure what she is yet." I answer. I then turn to look at Allison, "We can try to see if she knows anything but she still doesn't know how to control it. And if they are still alive she may not even be able to help."

Allison and her father nod. They then turn to start collecting weapons so that they can go to the bank and try to find my mom and the Sheriff. Stiles and I look on in awe as we see the two Argent's pull out weapon after weapon. "I thought you guys were retired?" Stiles asks.

"Retired, yes." Mr. Argent says, "Defenseless, no. Now make sure your phone's on. If you hear from Scott, let us know immediately."

"I'm thinking that's going to be kind of unlikely." At Stiles' words, he, Allison and I share a look.

"The three of you, try to remember he's just doing what he thinks is right. I've seen that seventeen year old boy come through more often than most men I've known. Don't give up yet."

"I'll never give up on my brother." I say, a look of determination on my face. Stiles gives a nod as we turn our attention to Allison.

She isn't paying attention to us but rather looking towards the door. We follow her gaze to see Isaac, "How did you get in here?" Mr. Argent asks.

"Through her window." Isaac replies, glancing at Allison. "Sorry. I just. I want to help. I can't shoot a gun or use a crossbow. But I'm starting to get pretty good with these." He opens his hand to reveal his claws.

"We'll take it." Mr. Argent says.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Stiles and I are now sitting in Lydia's room, telling her about what occured at the hospital. "I don't believe it. Scott can't really be with them. He can't be." She says, shaking her head.

"You didn't see the look on his face. It was the same one I saw on my mother when the doctors told her there was nothing they could do. It was just total hopelessness." Stiles replies.

"I still think he'll come through. It's Scott we're talking about. He'll never do anything to harm someone." I say.

"What do I do?" Lydia asks, "I mean I get that I'm like some kind of human Geiger counter for death. But I don't know how to turn it on and off yet. All I know is she tried to kill me because of..." She trails off.

"Because of what? Lydia?" I ask, lightly grabbing my best friend's hand.

"She called me a Banshee. (Y/N/N), you were on the right track. I'm a Banshee. She was surprised by it. What if that's not why she tried to kill me?"

"Then why did she?" Stiles questions.

"That's what we need to find out."

*_*_*_*_*_*

Stiles, Lydia, and I walk through the school hallways. Lydia keeps glancing at her phone, "Aiden's not texting me back."

The sound of my phone beeping stops her from saying anything else, "What? Oh God, what is it now?" She asks me as I look at the text.

"It's Isaac. Jennifer took Allison's father. That means she has all three of them now." I reply. I stare down at my phone and quickly reply only to shove it in my pocket a second later.

Lydia's voice breaks me out of my thoughts, "Stiles? Are you okay?"

I quickly turn to face him, seeing that his breathing is becoming irregular. "No." He mutters out.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"He's having a panic attack." I answer, already knowing the symptoms.

I gently take him by his arm as I bring him into the locker room. "Just think about something else. Anything else." Lydia says as she follows us into the room.

"Like?" Stiles asks.

I lower him to a sitting position as Lydia continues, "Happy things. Good things. Friends, family- I mean- not family."

"I love you Lyds, but please shut the fuck up." I say as gently as possible.

"I can't- I can't." Stiles says, breath becoming more rapid. His hands are placed firmly on his knees. Without much thought I gently grab his face, forcing him to look at me.

"Stiles. Look at me. Focus on my voice. Match my breathing." He gasps for breath, still not being able to stop the panic attack. Finally, I close the distance between our faces and kiss him.

After a brief moment, he gently begins to kiss back. Our lips slowly part, Stiles' body relaxes as he opens his eyes to look at me. "How did you do that?" He quietly asks.

"Holding your breath helps you regain control of your breathing. When I kissed you, you held your breath."

"I did?"

"You did."

"How did you know that holding your breath helps?"

"I started having panic attacks after my dad left. Plus I used the same trick on Isaac not too long ago." I shrug.

"Thanks, that was really smart."

"It was nothing." I shrug once more.

Lydia speaks up, "Well if I was really smart I'd tell you to sign up for a few sessions with the Guidance Counselor. Both of you."

"Morrell." Stiles says.

"She knows more than you'd expect."

I scoff, "Yeah, you can say that again." Stiles and I share a knowing look. I help him stand back up so that we can go talk with Morrell.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Once we made it to Morrell's office we saw a girl waiting, "You here for Ms. Morrell?" Stiles asks.

"No, I thought this was gym class." I would have laughed at her sarcastic reply if we weren't in such a rush to find the woman in question.

"Sweetheart, we're not in the mood for funny. Do you know where she is?" Lydia questions.

"If I did I wouldn't have been waiting here for twenty minutes. So how about you three back out the door and wait your turn."

"We're not here for a session."

"Well I am. And I've got some serious issues to work on."

"You're Danielle. You're Heather's best friend." Stiles says, realizing who the girl is.

"I was Heather's best friend. We've been working on that issue three times a week."

"Hold on. Did you say Morrell's twenty minutes late?" Lydia asks, bringing the attention back to her.

Danielle nods, "And I don't know why either. She's always on time."

Lydia turns her attention to Stiles and I, "I was seeing her at the beginning of the semester. She was never late. Not even a minute."

"Three guesses on where she is." I say looking at Stiles.

"I want to know what she knows." Stiles replies. He starts rifling through papers on her desk then moves to the filing cabinet when he doesn't find anything. I turn to help as the other two look on in shock.

"What are you two doing?" Danielle asks.

"Trying to find her."

"Those files are private."

"She's kinda right." Lydia pipes in.

"Here's yours." Stiles says, pulling out Lydia's file.

"Let me see that." Lydia grabs the file from Stiles hand. She opens it, looking inside. The rest of us looked over her shoulder to see.

"Wait. That's your drawing."

"Yeah, I know. It's a tree."

"You're good." Danielle says, impressed.

Lydia brightly smiles, "Thank you."

"That's the same one." Stiles says.

I gently pull the drawing out of the file to get a better look as Lydia asks him, "The same as what?"

"The same one I've seen you drawing in class."

"It's a tree. I like drawing trees."

"No, he means it's the same one. Like the exact same." I reply, finally tearing my eyes away from the drawing.

"Let me see your bag." Stiles says. He opens her bag to pull out her notebook. When he opens it we see the same drawing found on page after page. The only difference is the size of each drawing.

"Okay, you can have my session. You've got bigger issues." Danielle replies, she stands up and walks out of the room, though the rest of us don't pay much attention.

"What is this?" Lydia asks, clearly frightened.

Stiles and I are both quiet as we study the drawings, "Wait. What if it's not supposed to be looked at this way?" I speak up. I take one of the drawings and turn it upside down.

"I know where they are." Stiles says.

"The root cellar." I add, voiced laced with disbelief.

After putting Lydia's file back where we found it we rushed out of Morrell's office. "It's the Nemeton. That's where she's keeping them. It has to be."

"(Y/N), Stilinski!" A voice calls from down the hall.

"I'm not dealing with this right now." I say as soon as my eyes meet my fathers.

"I will, don't worry." Stiles reassures.

"We'll go to Derek's. Him and Peter will know where it is." Stiles nods at my words. I grab Lydia's hand as I tug her away.

"Was that your dad?" Lydia asks.

"Yes, I don't want to interact with him anymore than I need to."

*_*_*_*_*_*

I reach to open the loft door without knocking but stop when it slides open to reveal Peter. "You." Lydia says in shock.

"Me." Peter replies.

Lydia's anger rises, "You."

Peter winces at her tone, "Me." He says once more, almost sounding apologetic. "Derek. We have visitors."

Peter steps back to let us in. We walk past him to see Derek beside Cora. "How is she?" I ask, laying a gentle hand on the Alpha's shoulder.

"Not getting any better." He replies. He then turns around to properly face Lydia and I. "What do you girls need?"

We quickly explain the situation to both Peter and Derek and wait for them to reply. Though when they answer, it isn't what we wanted to hear. "You don't know where it is?" Lydia asks, confused.

"We did. After a few memorable experiences, though..." He shares a look with Derek. "Talia- Derek's mother and my older sister- decided she didn't want us ever going back. She knew how dangerous it was. So she took the memory of its location from us."

"So how do we find out where it is?" I ask, my frustration rising.

*_*_*_*_*_*

After leaving Derek's loft we met up with Stiles, Isaac, and Allison at the Animal Clinic. All of us, plus the vet, stood around an exam table, "It has to be on a Telluric Current. Maybe even at the axis of two. Or where all intersect. I know it's where Derek took Paige to die." Stiles speaks, glancing at me as he says the last part.

"My dad and Gerard were there once. But Gerard said it was years ago and he couldn't remember where it was. And my dad obviously isn't going to be able to tell us now." Allison says.

"Mine either."

"She took everyone who would remember." Lydia pipes in.

"Then how do we find this place?" Isaac questions.

"That's the same question I asked Peter and Derek. They didn't have an answer." I reply.

We turn to Deaton, "Doc?" Stiles asks.

Deaton sighs, "There might be a way. But it's dangerous. And most importantly, for it to work... We're going to need Scott."

*_*_*_*_*_*

Stiles, Deaton, and I stood in front of Stiles jeep. The headlights of the car lighting up the darkness around us. Scott steps out from the shadows, slowly making his way over to us. "How did you find out?" Scott asks.

"Lydia. You?" Stiles answers.

"Morrell. But none of the Alphas know where it is either."

"If this works, are you going to tell them?"

"I can't stop Jennifer without them."

"How about we concentrate on finding your parents first?" Deaton pipes in.

Scott nods, "What's the plan?"

"Essentially, you, Allison and Stiles need to be surrogate sacrifices for your parents."

"So we die for them?"

"But he can bring us back." Stiles says. He then turns to Deaton, "You can definitely bring us back, right?"

"Hopefully, yes."

"Hopefully?" I ask, bringing the attention to me.

"You remember the part where I said it was dangerous?" Deaton then turns to Scott, "If it goes right, the three of you will only be dead for a few seconds. But there's something else you need to think about. This is a dangerous thing in more ways than one. You'll be giving power back to the Nemeton. A place that hasn't had power for a long time. When it did, Beacon Hills was quite different. This kind of power is like a magnet."

"A magnet for the supernatural?" I ask.

Deaton nods so Stiles speaks, "Doesn't sound any worse than what we've already seen."

"You'd be surprised what you have yet to see." Deaton ominously says.

"Is that it?" Scott asks, hoping that that's all there is to worry about.

"No. It'll also have an affect on the three of you. You won't be able to see it, but you'll feel it every day for the rest of your lives. It'll be a kind of darkness over your heart. And permanent. Like a scar."

"Like a tattoo." Scott whispers.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Reconvening at the Animal Clinic, Scott, Stiles and Allison step towards the tubs filled with ice. "All right. What did you bring?" Deaton asks the three teenagers.

Stiles holds up his dad's badge, "Jennifer kind of crushed it in her hand. I hammered it out a bit. Still doesn't look great."

"It doesn't have to look good if it has meaning." Deaton's eyes then move to Allison.

She holds up a silver bullet, "Is that an actual silver bullet?" Isaac asks, looking at it cautiously.

"My dad made it. 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 bullet as a testament to the code." Allison replies.

"Scott?" Deaton asks, looking at my twin.

He holds up mom's watch, "My dad gave this to my mom when she first got hired at the hospital. She used to say it was the only thing in their marriage that ever worked."

Stiles looks it over, "It says water-resistant. Not waterproof."

"I don't think she's going to mind if it saves her life."

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

Lydia immediately starts moving towards Allison while I move towards Scott. "(Y/N), you go with Stiles."

"Scott's my twin though. I'm pretty sure we have the biggest emotional connection." I say, giving the vet a questioning look.

"You'll be able to bring Stiles back and Isaac will be able to bring Scott."

I look in between Scott and Stiles, unsure what to do. Scott gives me an encouraging nod, "It's okay."

We all take our places and the trio steps into the tubs. They shiver as they sit down and Stiles turns towards Scott, "By the way, if I don't come back and you do, you should probably know something. Your dad's in town."

Scott quickly glances at me seeing an unreadable expression on my face. I give him a brief nod then he turns back around to focus on the task at hand. In an instant Isaac, Lydia, and I all push our respective people under the water, waiting until they lay still.

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35. Emotional Tethers

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Stiles Stilinski x Original Character

Episode: 3x11; Alpha Pact

Word Count: 7,880

Warning(s): Mature language, canon violence + gore, human sacrifices, Scott’s asshole dad,

Author’s Note: I’m updating with a new chapter today because I’ve been gone for a while and I need to play catch up. My grandma died, so I haven’t been very motivated lately. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please let me know what you think, reblog, and like!

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"Derek?!" Stiles shouted and he sounded so terrified it broke Olivia's heart. He slapped his hand down on Derek's cheek to stir him awake. "Derek, come on!"

Olivia shook her cousin's body while Stiles kept on hitting him. She didn't know if it was because Stiles was scared or taking his anger out on Derek for Jennifer's disappearance, but damn, he was putting all of his strength into his blows.

"Derek, wake up," Olivia shook him again. "Derek!"

Stiles curled his open hand into a fist and reared back, ready to punch Derek awake. Just as his arm reamed forward, Derek lifted his hand and caught it. Olivia sighed in relief and placed a chaste kiss on Derek's sweaty forehead before helping him up into a sitting position.

Derek looked around the elevator, bewildered. "Where is she?"

"Jennifer? Gone with Scott's mom," Stiles answered, his voice still panicked.

"She took her?"

"Yeah, and if that's not enough of a kick to the balls, Scott left with Deucalion, okay?" Stiles informed him. "So, we gotta get you out of here. The police are coming right now and we gotta get you the fuck out of here."

Olivia and Stiles both worked together to get Derek to his feet. "Woah," he stumbled slightly. "What about Cora?"

"She's with Isaac and Peter," Olivia told him. "They should be in the parking lot with the Argents."

"Olivia and I will hold the police off," Stiles added. "but you have to go right now."

Derek glanced at Olivia worriedly. "Be careful," he touched her cheek for a second and then brushed a thumb over the small cut just under her temple from where she hit the wall earlier. "and get that cut cleaned."

"I will," she assured him. "Go now."

Derek took off toward the parking lot and Olivia and Stiles made their way to the Emergency Wing's lobby. They sat in chairs right next together; Olivia laid her head on Stiles' shoulder while he grabbed her hand and locked their fingers together.

"I'm sorry all of this is happening, Stiles," Olivia whispered; there was something about the silence in the hospital that made her want to not disturb it.

"S'not your fault," Stiles kissed the top of her head. "Babe, you almost died last night. There wasn't anything you could do to stop Jennifer from taking my dad or Melissa."

"I know," and she did know that; she didn't blame herself for what was happening. None of them knew that Jennifer was the darach until she tried to kill her and Lydia. "but that doesn't mean that I can't feel sorry for the pain you and Scott are going through. How are you feeling?"

"Not great," his hold on her hand got a little tighter but he made up for it by playing with her fingers; it made her smile. "Maybe Cora was right, you know? We're only finding the bodies," he sniffed, a single tear making its way down his left cheek. "I don't want to find my dad's body."

Olivia gently detached her hand from his and wrapped her arms around him, her chin resting on his left shoulder. "We're gonna find him, Stiles, okay? We're gonna do everything we possibly can."

"How? We don't have a plan," he shifted so his face nuzzled her neck, his fingers pressing firmly into her back. His voice was absolute miserable and it made tears sting Olivia's eyes.

"We'll come up with one. I'll get Allison, Lydia, and Isaac and we'll come up with something. We're all smart, we can do it. Even if I have to join Deucalion, I will do that for you."

Stiles shook his head in protest and whispered. "Don't. I need you by my side."

Olivia stroked the back of his head. "Okay. I won't leave your side. Not even to go to the bathroom."

Her little joke coaxed a smile out of him, she could feel his lips quirk against her skin. He was about to reply when loud sirens alerted them to the fact that the police had arrived. They separated as the police officers and numerous FBI agents stormed into the hospital.

Stiles spotted a man that Olivia didn't recognize and sighed heavily. "Oh, just perfect."

Olivia gave him a questioning look but was unable to ask him what was up, because the man—who had to be a giant—walked over to them.

"A Stilinski at the center of this whole mess," the man stopped in front of Stiles, glaring down at him. "What a shocker. Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?"

Olivia started to protest—she was pretty sure Stiles was allowed a lawyer with him while being questions, or something like that—but Stiles had already spoken up, very sarcastically, "If you ask the questions without the usual level of stupid."

The smile smiled just as sarcastically. "Where's your dad?" he asked Stiles. "And why has no one been able to contact him?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen him in hours."

"Is he drinking again?"

"Is that question appropriate for this investigation?" Olivia glared at the agent.

The man gave her a firm be-quiet look and turned back to Stiles. "Answer the question."

Stiles sighed heavily. "What do you mean, again? He never had to stop."

"But he did have to slow down," the man prompted. "Is he drinking like he used to?"

Stiles licked his lips and glared up at him. "All right, how about this? Next time I see him, I'll give him a field sobriety test, okay?" his voice hardened. "We'll do the alphabet, start with 'F' and end with 'U.'"

Olivia bit the inside of her cheek to hold back her laughter. Stiles totally made the agent look like a fool.

The agent smiled tightly. "How about you just tell me what the hell happened here?"

"I don't know what happened here," Stiles exhaled heavily. "Olivia and I were stuck in the elevator the whole time."

"You're not the one who put the names on the doors, are you?"

Olivia and Stiles shared a confused look. "What name?"

"Argent."

"The word is guardian, Allison," Mr. Argent said as he opened the door to their apartment, Allison, Olivia, and Stiles piling in after him. "More than anyone, you know that's a role I haven't exactly lived up to lately."

"But she took Scott's mother and Stiles' father," Allison pointed out as they walked through the apartment and into Mr. Argent's office. "That's not a coincidence."

"Yeah, I'd also consider the fact that someone put your name up in large block letters on the elevator doors," Stiles added. "That kind of felt like a warning to me."

"I think it was Ms. Morrel," Olivia stated, remembering how the guidance counselor told Scott about Deucalion wanting them in his pack. "She knows everything about the alpha pack and she knew Jennifer before. I think she might be trying to help us."

Stiles scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, she needs to get on that a lot faster, okay? Seeing as how the lunar eclipse is less than two freaking nights away."

He sat in one of the chairs in front of Mr. Argent's desk; Olivia went to him, putting a calming hand on his shoulder.

Mr. Argent gave him a kind look. "Stiles, don't give up hope."

Stiles ducked his head. "They could already be dead."

"I don't think so," Mr. Argent disagreed. "There's something about Jennifer's tactics. It's like she's still positioning, still moving pieces into place."

"And you're one of them," Allison reminded her father.

"Then let's not wait around to see the next move," Mr. Argent grabbed the map of Beacon Hills and the telluric currents and flattened it on his desk. "Everything she's done has been on a telluric current, so Melissa and the sheriff have to be somewhere on one of those currents, right?" he paused when he saw that Stiles hadn't followed Olivia over to the desk. "Stiles, if we're gonna find them, we need your help."

"You're seriously want to go after her?" Stiles didn't stand up, bracing his elbows on his knees. "I mean, what if she just takes you like the others, huh? No offense, but what's the difference between you and them?"

Mr. Argent reached for one of the drawers in his desk. He pulled it open and Olivia watched in shock as he pulled out a huge handgun. She inched closer to Allison, who gave her a reassuring smile. She had never been shot, but there was something about seeing Mr. Argent hold a gun in front of her that made her itch.

"I'm carrying a .45," Mr. Argent told Stiles bluntly. "Maybe she can heal from a shot to the leg and a few slashes to the face, but personally, I'd like to see how she holds up with half her skull blown off."

Olivia looked back at Stiles and quirked her lips, her expression telling him 'he's got a point.'

Mr. Argent set the gun back on his desk. "We've got one priority right now and that's to find Melissa and your dad," he said firmly. "We've got a map and every clue we need to figure this out. The only thing we don't have is time, which is why I need all three of you."

Stiles sighed and stood up. "Where do we start?"

Mr. Argent pulled out his blue light so they could see exactly where he had marked the telluric currents, the places where the victims were kidnapped, and the places where their bodies were found.

"The place where the sacrifices have been committed have usually been different from where the bodies have been found. I think the placement has to do with the strength of the current," he held the light over the map, hitting three different places. "So, there's the school, the animal clinic, and the bank."

"Wait, hold on," Olivia spoke up thoughtfully, her eyes studying the map. "You don't think she would use the same place twice, do you?"

"Only if she didn't succeed the first time," Mr. Argent hit the light against the mark at the bank.

"Scott's boss," Allison realized.

"Deaton," Mr. Argent confirmed. "It was her only failure. That could mean something."

"That's just one place so far," Stiles grumbled. "We're gonna need a lot more help."

Allison looked at Olivia. "What about Lydia?"

Mr. Argent looked at the girls, confused. "Lydia? What can she do?"

"She's a banshee, a harbinger of death," Olivia told him. "She's been finding the bodies without looking for them. Which, now that I think about it, might not be the best thing. Because if she can find Ms. McCall and Sheriff Stilinski, that means..."

No one said anything as her sentence trailed off. They all knew what that meant.

"We can still bring her in," Mr. Argent decided; Olivia nodded in agreement. "What about you? Are you able to locate them?"

"I can try. They're not considered official pack members, but their relation to Scott and Stiles might give me something," she glanced at Stiles, who gave her a small smile.

Mr. Argent nodded. "All right, good," he glanced at Allison. "Let's get ready then."

Olivia and Stiles watched as the Argents pulled out their weapons. Mr. Argent went down to the basement of their apartment building where they had a storage locker full of weapons, while Allison went around the apartment and pulled out the ones they kept with them all the time. Guns—big and small—bows and arrows, Chinese ring daggers—those were harder than they looked to use, Olivia knew because Allison had been attempting to teach her the ropes—more knives, smoke grenades, and anything else that would help defeat Jennifer, and/or the alpha pack, were laid on the desk.

Stiles looked at the collection of weapons with wide eyes. "Woah," Mr. Argent cocked his gun into place. "I thought you guys were retired."

"Retired, yes. Defenseless, no," Mr. Argent set the gun back on the desk and then turned to face Olivia and Stiles. "Make sure both of your phones are on. If either of you hear from Scott, let us know immediately."

Stiles checked his phone, where there were no messages or missed calls from Scott, and frowned. "Yeah, I'm thinking that's gonna be kind of unlikely."

Mr. Argent glanced at Allison, seeing the frown on her face. "All three you, try to remember he's just doing what he thinks is right," he advised them all.

Allison's gaze was already on the door; Olivia, Stiles, and Mr. Argent turned to see Isaac standing within the door frame. "I can't shoot a gun or use a crossbow, but..." his claws slipped out of his nail beds and he held them up. "Well, I'm getting pretty good with these."

The one thing she had not expected when she stepped a foot into her house a half-hour later, was Natalie rushing up to her. She pulled Olivia into a tight hug—a very tight hug—and held the back of her head, as if assuring herself that Olivia was alive and relatively okay.

Olivia should have expected it. Natalie might not be her mother, but all intents and purposes, she was. She watched over Olivia for six, going on seven, years, she fed and sheltered her, and she loved her and cared for her just as much as Lydia. Her stomach dropped when she realized that she hadn't gotten in touch with Natalie after the whole fiasco that she and Lydia went through with Jennifer. She had been too caught up with the events happening in the hospital and she knew that Lydia was okay, only because of her tether to her.

"I was so worried about you," Natalie sighed into her hair.

"I'm sorry," Olivia apologized sincerely but then had to lie about where she had been. "I was at Derek's. He took care of me."

Natalie frowned and pulled away from the hug to get a good look at her. "Your neck. God, I'm going to kill whoever did this to you two."

If only that was possible.

"I'm okay," she assured her aunt; and as if the universe hated her, her voice squeaked like she was a male going through puberty. She cleared her throat, having gotten used to the pain, and asked, "How's Lydia?"

"The poor thing has a concussion and a couple of stitches by her hairline," Natalie sighed sadly and reached up to Olivia's forehead, thumbing over the cut she had cleaned up at the Argents' apartment. "I'm so glad you two are okay."

"Me too," Olivia took her hand and squeezed it quickly. "If it's okay, I'm gonna go see Lydia."

"Of course, honey," Natalie nodded encouragingly. "How about in ten minutes, I come up there and help you get ready for school? I know you don't like to miss it."

"Thanks, Aunt Nat. I'll see you in a few."

Olivia left her aunt and climbed the stairs, heading straight to Lydia's bedroom, only a door from her own room. She knocked gently and waited until she heard Lydia's permission to enter, before going into the room. Lydia was sitting at the end of her bed, dressed in pajamas, flipping through pages of an old photobook. Olivia recognized it; it was the one from their first year in middle school.

She looked up and smiled at Olivia as she padded over to her bed. "Hey."

"Hey, how are you feeling?" she sat next to the redhead.

"My head hurts a little bit, but other than that, I'm fine," Lydia studied the bruise on her neck. "How about you?"

"Just a little bruise."

Lydia pressed her lips together sadly. "What happened last night?"

Olivia described everything that went on last night. She told her about confronting Jennifer with Stiles, Scott, and Derek, about how Jennifer had poisoned Cora with mistletoe and that was why she wasn't healing. She explained how they went to the hospital and the alpha pack showed up, the many ways they tried to thwart them, and the plan that they eventually came up with. Finally, she told Lydia about Jennifer taking Melissa and Scott joining Deucalion and the rest of the alphas.

"I don't believe it," Lydia shook her head with a sigh. "Scott can't really be with them. He can't be."

"He's doing it for his mom and the sheriff," Olivia frowned; more and more, she was thinking that Scott had made the right decision. And she should have done it with him. If making a deal with the devil was the price she had to pay to make sure Noah and Melissa were safe, she'd do it. "And the look on his face..."

"Okay, so what can I do?" Lydia immediately volunteered to help them, making Olivia smile thankfully at her. "I know I'm supposed to be some human Geiger counter for death or something, but you told me that I could maybe save some people. I don't know how to turn it on and off yet, but..."

When she hesitated, Olivia bit the inside of her cheek. "What?"

"Remember what Jennifer said when she was going to kill me after you?" Lydia reminded her. "She said I knew too much."

"You're right. She didn't know you were a banshee."

Olivia's mind raced. Jennifer tried to kill Lydia because she knew something about what was going on, but what was it? She thought back on how Lydia had been acting since the school year started, and other than finding the dead bodies and that stint at the Motel Glen Capri, she couldn't think of much else...Except, wait. There was something. The day before, when they were in English class learning about idioms, Jennifer had commented on Lydia's drawing.

"Your drawing," she said aloud to see if it sparked something in Lydia. "The one you always draw, the tree."

Lydia looked at her confused, "What are you talking about?"

"The tree you always draw," Olivia got up from the bed and rushed over to Lydia's desk, picking up one of the notebooks there. She opened it up and on the very first page, was the tree. She showed it to Lydia. "This tree. You've been drawing it everywhere, Lyds."

"What?" Lydia asked, horrified. She ripped the notebook out of Olivia's grasp and flipped through the rest of the pages. Over and over, on each page, a drawing of the same tree was there in various sizes. "What the hell?"

"She knew that you knew something about the tree, but she didn't know what," Olivia pointed out. "Do you know what the drawing means?"

Lydia shook her head. "No, I don't. I mean, I talked about it with Ms. Morrell once in one of our sessions, but—"

"Ms. Morrell knows?" Olivia cut her off urgently. "About the drawings and stuff?"

"Yeah, why?" Olivia didn't answer her as she pulled out her phone and started messaging Stiles. "Liv?"

"Sorry, sorry," Olivia turned back to her cousin. "Okay, Stiles and I are gonna head to the school and talk to Ms. Morrell. Do you think you can try to get ahold of Aiden and see if he or the other alphas know anything about Jennifer that we don't?"

"I can try," Lydia seemed bewildered at how flustered Olivia was. "Are you all right, Liv?"

"Yeah, yeah, I just need to go," Olivia rushed to the door before stopping and turning back to her. "Hey, do you think I should cover this," she gestured to her neck. "up?"

"No," Lydia said firmly. "You survived Jennifer's attack. You don't need to hide that."

Olivia inhaled deeply, feeling herself get emotional, and smiled softly at Lydia. "Okay, thank you. I love you, Lyds."

"I love you, too, Liv."

After getting dressed and throwing her hair into a topknot—she had not had time to shower, which was unfortunate, because she was pretty sure she still had blood in her hair—Stiles picked her up and they rushed to the school. As they started heading over to Ms. Morrell's office, Olivia got a text message from Lydia.

Lyds: Aiden's not texting me back

Liv: All right. Just keep trying, okay?

Lyds: I will. Be careful

Liv: You too

While she was texting her cousin back, she saw a message come in from Isaac. She ignored it for just a second as she looked up at Stiles and informed him of what was going on with Lydia, "Aiden's not texting Lydia back," she paused and saw that he had stopped walking in the middle of the hallway, his phone in his hand. "Are you okay, Stiles?"

Stiles continued to look at the phone, his face crumpling.

"Stiles, what's going on?" she asked cautiously. She walked over to be by his side and saw that Stiles had gotten a text message from Isaac as well. "What does it say?"

"Jennifer, she t—" he inhaled shakily, his hands shaking. "she has Allison's father. She took him. "She's got all three now."

Olivia's heart started racing in her chest but she somehow found words. "There's still time," she focused on that; Jennifer couldn't do anything until the lunar eclipse started. "We still have time, Stiles."

Stiles didn't respond. His hands shook terribly as he put his phone back into his jeans pocket, he was pale and sweaty, and she didn't need to have enhanced hearing to hear how shaky his breath was. Not only did his tether—his was her favorite, a light brown like his eyes when the sun hit them just right—start flashing, different than it did with the werewolf tethers.

"Stiles," she stood on her tiptoes to place the palm of her hand against his cheek, grounding him for a second. "Stiles, are you having a panic attack?"

Stiles struggled to breathe as he nodded, his eyes wide with panic.

"Okay, it's okay, um..." she looked around the hallway and thanked God that Ms. Morrell's office was close to the boys' locker room. "Okay, come on, Stiles."

The frantic gasping that came from Stiles was scary, she wasn't going to lie. However, she needed to be there for him. She had never experienced a panic attack, but she had read about them. And because she knew Stiles had anxiety, she had learned multiple ways to help people who were experiencing panic attacks. Even though everyone was different and so were reactions, she hoped one of the techniques would help him.

Olivia helped Stiles take a seat on the floor, his back leaned up against one row of lockers, and then kneeled down in front of him. Stiles was really beginning to worry now, his face had lost all color and his breathing had turned into hyperventilating.

"Stiles? Stiles, look at me," she gently grabbed his face and tilted it upward so he could look her in the eyes. "I know you're scared right now, but you have to calm down. Can you breathe with me?"

Stiles nodded, breathing heavily.

"All right, here," she picked up one of his hands and pressed it against her stomach where he would be able to feel how she breathed. "and breathe slow like this. Slow inhale, slow exhale."

She demonstrated the breathing for him. Stiles tried to copy her actions but his thoughts must have gone to his dad again, because he went through two or three cycles of breathing before it picked up again.

"Liv-Livvy," he gasped out, his eyes boring into hers, panicked.

"Okay," that didn't work. "um, okay. Tell me five things you see in this room right now."

He gave her a bewildered look. "I-I can't."

"Yes, you can," she insisted as she stroked his cheek with her thumb. "Right now, Stiles. Please."

"O-Okay," he panted, his eyes quickly tracing the room. "Okay, u-um, my locker."

"Good, good. What else?"

"Y-You're wearing—you're wearing a blue shirt. Blue is pretty."

"Yeah, it is," Olivia smiled at him. "Okay, three more things. You're doing great, sweetcheeks.

"The, uh," his breathing was better but not totally okay yet. He gasped quickly and then continued, "the regional ch-championship trophy."

"That's great, Stiles. Two more."

Stiles eyes darted behind her, where the sinks were lined up on the wall. "The leaky faucet. It's, uh, it's the third one."

Olivia glanced behind her and smiled when she saw that he was right. "Good. One more," his breathing was much calmer now. The gasps were gone and each breath he took was less wheezy. "You're doing great, Stiles."

Stiles' eyes went back to her face, searching it intently. "You're wearing that lip balm you like," he said finally. "it's pink and it tastes like strawberries."

"Yeah," she gazed at him fondly. He inhaled deeply and exhaled, his breathing back to normal. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," Stiles took the hand of hers that was on his face and kissed her knuckles. "How'd you know how to do that?"

"I, uh, I knew you had anxiety, so I looked up some methods that might help with panic attacks," Olivia answered him sheepishly. "I have a few more. You can name some colors or hold your breath, and you can even distract yourself with something funny that you like. Like for you, it'd be—"

Her rambling was cut off but Stiles pulling her in for a loving but passionate kiss. Of course, she returned the affection. She loved Stiles so much and she was very happy to know he was feeling better.

When he pulled away from the kiss and stared at her. And he was so damn cute, staring at her like she was the most wonderful person in the world. "You really did that?"

"Of course I did," she stroked his cheek again once she moved it back to his face. "I would do anything for you, I love you."

"I love you, too," Stiles pressed his lips to hers again and pulled away before she could react. "I love you so fucking much, Livvy. One day, after all this is over and we graduate, I'm gonna marry you. And then we'll go to college and get an apartment next to Scott, and we'll have however many dogs you want—because I know you secretly love them so much—and then we'll have a family and we'll—"

"Okay, okay, settle down there," Olivia giggled and gave him a bright smile. The only way she could describe how she felt at his words was that there were a hundred butterflies in her stomach who were just as overjoyed to hear him say that as she was. "We have to get your dad, Melissa, and Mr. Argent back first. We'll see about the rest then, okay?"

"Okay," Stiles nodded with a grin. After Olivia climbed to her feet, she brought her hand down for him to take. He took it gladly and she helped him up. "We should get to Ms. Morrell's office now, huh?"

"Yeah."

After leaving the locker room, they rushed down the hallway and stormed into Ms. Morrell's office. Ms. Morrell wasn't there at her desk like they thought she would be, but there was a student waiting for her. She looked kind of familiar, but Olivia just couldn't place her face at the moment.

"Are you here for Ms. Morrell?" Stiles asked her.

"No, I thought this was gym class," she snarked back at him.

"Okay, listen, we're not in the mood for unneeded sarcasm," Olivia put up her unfeeling mask she used for her classmates and the other students—and teachers—at the school. "Do you know where she is?"

"If I did, I wouldn't be waiting her for twenty minutes," the girl huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "So, how about you two lovebirds back out the door and wait your turn?"

"We're here for a session," Stiles told her.

"Well, I am, and I've got some serious issues to work on."

"Woah, hold on," Olivia studied the girl's face, finally realizing where she had seen her before. "You were at Heath's birthday party. Uh, it's Danielle, right?"

"We've had class together, but sure, I was the girl at Heath's birthday party," Danielle rolled her eyes. "I was his best friend and you and your cousin stopped hanging out with him. That's what Morrell and I have been working on three times a week."

"Wait, did you say that Morrell's twenty minutes late?" Stiles interjected.

Danielle nodded. "And I don't know why, either. She's always on time.

Stiles nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I've been seeing her since freshman year," he looked at Olivia. "She's never late...so, she must be missing."

Olivia gave him a knowing look. "What if we're not the only ones who think she knows something?" she mused. "Aiden wasn't answering Lydia, remember?"

Stiles nodded and glanced at the filing cabinet behind Ms. Morrell's desk. "Then let's find out what she knows," he knelt down in front of the filing cabinet and pulled out a lock-pick kit that Olivia had no idea he had. "You said Lydia's been seeing her since the start of the semester?"

"Yeah."

"What are you doing?" Danielle asked, affronted, as she watched Stiles break into the cabinet and sift through the files. "Those files are private."

"We're looking for my cousin's file," Olivia told her. "She gave us permission."

Danielle didn't look impressed but she didn't stop them or go to tattle on them, either.

"Find it!" Stiles stood up and tossed Lydia's file onto the desk.

Olivia opened the file and went through the various papers that Ms. Morrell had collected on Lydia. There were no notes like there would be if Morrell was a normal guidance counselor. Instead, it was full of Lydia's drawings, each one of them a tree just like the ones that filled her notebook back at home.

"Wait, wait, stop," Stiles caught her hand as she went to pick up another paper. "Look at that."

The paper he had pointed to had the tree on it like the others. However, this one was different. It was upside down compared to the other ones, making the tree look more like roots, and at the bottom, it was labeled. In Ms. Morrell's writing, it said, 'Nemeton.'

"Oh, my God," Olivia breathed in realization. "It's the Nemeton. That's where she's keeping them. It has to be."

Stiles nodded in agreement. "That's where Derek brought Paige, right?" Olivia made a noise of confirmation as they rushed out of the office, leaving Danielle behind. "Okay, so—"

"Stilinski!" the agent from earlier, who Stiles had told her was Scott's father, shouted for him as he stomped down the hallway.

"Fuck," Stiles cursed under his breath. "All right, you should go to Derek and ask him about the Nemeton and its location."

"I will," Olivia glanced behind him and bit the inside of her cheek when she saw that Agent McCall was only a few feet away from them now. "Be careful."

"You too."

Olivia walked away as Stiles confronted Agent McCall and swiftly turned into a different hallway, the one where her locker was located. She didn't leave like Stiles wanted her to, she had a few phone calls to make.

She took a deep breath and dialed Dr. Deaton first.

"Did you know your dad's car is in the school parking lot and has been since last night?" Agent McCall asked him. He was sitting on Coach's desk while Stiles sat on one of the students' desks right across from him. He felt like he was in the worst detention he had ever experienced. Scratch that, Mr. Harris' detentions were the worst.

Stiles ducked his head, staring at his fingers and he nervously wringed them together. "No. What does that mean?"

"It means he's officially missing," Rafael told him. Stiles stayed quiet: Tell me something I don't know. "Stiles, why am I getting the feeling you know something that could help us find your dad?"

Stiles lifted his head and narrowed his eyes at his best friend's father. "If I did, why would I not tell you?"

Probably because you, nor the FBI, know anything about what it's really like in Beacon Hills. You don't know about the supernatural, you don't even know that your son is a werewolf, a fucking true alpha, he thought bitterly.

"If it meant helping your dad, why wouldn't you?"

Stiles gave him a look that clearly asked the agent why he was being so idiotic. "So, you're asking me to tell you what I wouldn't not tell you?"

"First, I have no idea what you just said," Rafael said calmly. "Second, how about you just help me help you?"

"Well, I don't know how to help you help me tell you something that would help you if I don't know it," even Stiles was confused about his words, but he stuck to them.

Rafael furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you doing this on purpose?"

Stiles sighed. "I don't know anything, okay? Can I just go?"

Rafael shook his head. "Where are your other friends?"

"You mean Scott?"

"I mean Scott," McCall took out his handy-dandy notebook and listed off all of Stiles' friends, excluding Olivia—he knew where she was—and including some that weren't his friends. "I mean Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, these twins Ethan and Aiden," he shut the notepad and put it back in his jacket. "I've been told your whole little clique didn't show up at school today."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "I don't have a clique."

Especially not one with Ethan and Aiden and...Well, I guess Isaac's part of our pack of friends...

"Stiles, come on," Rafael sighed, wishing he would just say something. "There's been a pretty disturbing amount of violent activity in this county in the last month, several murders tied to this school. I don't know what's going on here, but it's serious."

Stiles ducked his head again. McCall didn't have to tell him about what was going on. Stiles knew more about it than he did.

"And hey, your dad is missing," Rafael caught his attention; he lifted his head but didn't say anything. "Fine. But I don't want you going home alone. You have someone you can stay with tonight?"

"He's with me," a new, familiar, voice spoke up. Stiles and Agent McCall both looked over to the door where Deaton was standing, Olivia behind him. "Come on, Stiles."

Stiles eagerly jumped off the desk he was sitting and threw Agent McCall another glare before following Olivia and Dr. Deaton out of the classroom.

Olivia, Stiles, Allison, Isaac, and Lydia had all gathered in the exam room at the animal clinic with Dr. Deaton. Lydia had gone to see Derek and Peter, at Olivia's insistence, and asked them about the Nemeton, but according to them, Talia had taken those memories from them. That left them with no new leads on Jennifer or a location of the Nemeton, and the sun had already set. They had twenty-four hours to figure everything out.

"It has to be on a telluric current," Stiles declared, leaning against the stainless-steel cart in the middle of the room. "or maybe even at the axis of two or where they all intersect..."

"We just know that Derek took Paige to die there," Olivia finished.

"My dad and Gerard were there once," Allison told everyone from next to Olivia. "but Gerard said it was years ago and he couldn't remember where it was. And my dad obviously isn't here to tell us now."

"Yeah, mine either."

Olivia bit the inside of her cheek, and comfortingly rubbed Allison's back with one hand and Stiles' back with the other. She didn't know if it was comforting but she wanted to show her support for them anyway.

"Then how do we find this place?" Isaac spoke up.

The five of them looked over to Dr. Deaton, who had been pacing with a thoughtful expression the whole time they spoke.

"There might be a way," Dr. Deaton said finally. "but it's dangerous. We're going to need Scott."

Olivia immediately set to work on finding Scott's location. After only two minutes—she was getting much better at locating her pack members—Stiles and Dr. Deaton went to go find him. While she and the others waited for them to bring Scott back with them, she pulled herself into her map and tried to find Sheriff Stilinski, Ms. McCall, and Mr. Argent.

The whole thing was trickier than expected but she didn't care. Knowing that she was most connected to Stiles, she started with his tether. First, she dived deep down into it—while trying not to disturb Stiles, where he and Deaton were—and stayed there for a few seconds, getting used to the feeling of it. She pictured Noah and Stiles together, using one of the memories in which she had gone over to their house for pizza one night so Noah could get to know her better. She focused on them and their bond. Although Stiles and his dad didn't look much alike, their personalities were damn near the same, with a little less sarcasm on Noah's side. They really loved each other, and each one was the last family that the other had.

Once she was comfortable with both Stiles and Noah, she moved onto Noah by himself. Something about Noah just screamed green to her, but that was nice. Green was warm and comforting and that fit him. And when she saw a faded green dot in front of her, she knew that it was him. The thing was, the dot was dull and blurry—she couldn't see him properly. She tried going further toward him but she couldn't move. Something was keeping her back.

She cursed under her breath as she opened her, realizing what was happening. Lydia, Allison, and Isaac were all looking at her expectantly, wanting to know if she got anything. "Jennifer," she scowled. "I think she's blocking me somehow."

"Then we will have to go through with the plan. It's our last choice," Dr. Deaton entered the exam room, followed by Stiles and Scott.

"Yeah, what exactly is this plan?" Lydia asked curiously. Dr. Deaton and Stiles had left before the former was able to explain the plan.

"Essentially, Scott, Allison, and Stiles need to be surrogate sacrifices for their parents," Deaton explained.

"They're going to die for them?" Olivia asked, furrowing their eyebrows. She wouldn't be able to handle that. Stiles was the love of her life, Allison was one of her best friends, and Scott was a friend to her as well. Three members of her pack, three people that she loved and cared about would be gone.

Stiles, it seemed, could read her mind. "He can bring us back," he assured her, crossing the room to pull her into his side. He glanced at Deaton to make sure, "You can bring us back, right?"

Dr. Deaton pulled a half-grimace. "You remember the part where I said it was dangerous?" everyone nodded. "If it goes right, the three of you will be dead for a few seconds, but there's something else you need to think about. This is a dangerous thing for more reasons than one. You'll be giving power back to the Nemeton, a place that hasn't had power for a long time."

"This kind of power is like a magnet. It attracts the supernatural, the kind of things that a family like the Argents can fill the pages of a bestiary with," he said seriously, finishing up. "It will draw them here, like a beacon."

Olivia wondered if the Nemeton was the reason that their town was named Beacon Hills in the first place. If it had been a long time since the Nemeton had power, it might have been. The Hales had always been a prominent family in Beacon Hills for over a century, so it was entirely possible if they had named the town themselves.

Stiles shrugged. "Doesn't sound any worse than anything we've already seen."

Deaton shook his head. "You'd be surprised at what you have yet to see."

"Is that it?" Allison asked, folding her arms over her chest.

"No, it will also have an effect on the three of you," Deaton answered her. "You won't be able to see it, but you'll feel it every day for the rest of your lives. It'll be a kind of darkness around your heart and permanent, like a scar."

"Like a tattoo," Scott mused thoughtfully.

Stiles, Scott, and Allison were allowed to leave the animal clinic to head back to their homes to grab a token that represented their parents. While they did that, Olivia, Lydia, Isaac, and Deaton got to work on setting things up for the ritual.

The set-up was much like the one that they used for Isaac's when they were trying to find Boyd and Erica. There were three large tubs this time and each one was filled to the brim with water, ice, and herbs that Dr. Deaton had mixed for them. While Lydia and Isaac continued working, Dr. Deaton pulled Olivia aside.

He told her that, unlike Isaac's ritual, she wouldn't be able to help with this one. When Olivia heard his explanation, she agreed. Because Stiles, Allison, and Scott would be dead—at the minimum for a few seconds—she wouldn't be in the best shape. Deaton even told her that she may be out of it for a period of time while they were gone, if they were gone for more than a few seconds or even minutes. Honestly, it scared Olivia. She felt the whole in her heart desperately when Boyd died. It was undoubtedly going to be worse when the ritual started.

When Stiles and Scott came back, followed shortly by Allison, Olivia went straight to Stiles and wrapped her arms around his waist. He had to know that she was nervous about the whole thing because he wrapped his arms around her, too, and whispered soothing words into her ears.

"All right," Dr. Deaton said once the tubs were ready to go. "What did you bring?"

Stiles unhooked one arm from around Olivia and dug his hand into his jacket pocket. "Um, I got by dad's badge," he told everyone, staring at it sadly. "Jennifer kind of crushed it in her hand, so I tried hammering it out a bit. Still doesn't look great."

"It doesn't need to look good if it has meaning," Deaton assured him.

Stiles nodded and pressed his lips together.

"Is that an actual silver bullet?" Isaac spoke up, looking at the token that Allison was holding.

Allison nodded. "My dad made it. It's a kind of ceremonial thing," she explained. "When one of us finishes learning all the skills to be a hunter, we forge a silver bullet as a testament to the code."

"Scott?"

Scott held up a dainty watch. "My dad got my mom this watch when she first got hired at the hospital," he scoffed lightly. "She used to say it was the only thing in their marriage that ever worked."

"Okay," Dr. Deaton started to explain what they needed to do. "the three of you will get in. Olivia, Lydia, and Isaac will each hold you down until 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 that has a strong connection to you, a kind of emotional tether."

Olivia quickly looked up. "Did you say emotional tether?"

When Deaton nodded, Olivia and Stiles shared a knowing look. Stiles was the only one she told about her knew system of keeping track of her pack and how it worked much better than before. The fact that Deaton was mentioning an emotional tether like the ones she used couldn't be a coincidence.

Had she been led to start thinking of her attachments to the pack as tethers for a reason? The answer seemed to be yes. Olivia didn't know if she be freaked out or relieved that she was understanding her abilities better.

"Lydia," Deaton called out the redhead's name when she went to stand by Allison. "you go with Scott."

Olivia and Stiles shared another look, both of them shocked at the turn of events. Olivia looked back at her cousin with a questioning look but Lydia steadfastly ignored her as she went to take her place by a very surprised Scott.

Scott...and...Lydia? What was going on here?

They'd be cute together, though, Olivia admitted to herself.

Allison looked between one of her best friends and her former boyfriend, confused. "Are you sure?" she asked Deaton. "I mean, I have to go under, too. And Isaac—"

"Isaac will go with you," Dr. Deaton told her. "Olivia, you'll be with Stiles."

Well, that wasn't a shock. Isaac and Allison and Scott and Lydia, though? What a plot twist.

Before the ritual began, Olivia made sure to take Stiles aside for a second.

"If you stay dead, I'm gonna kill you," she warned Stiles, making him laugh through his nerves. "I'm completely serious, Stiles."

"I know you are," he smirked down at her. "It's gonna be fine, though. I love you, baby."

Olivia didn't object to the pet name. He was going to be dead for a few seconds, so she'd let it slide. "I love you, too, sweetcheeks."

They quickly kissed and Stiles placed an extra one on her temple, his lips quirking into a knowing smile. Olivia may be hard to read for other people, but it was easy for him to figure out what was going on in that stubborn head of hers.

They both made their way back into the exam room. Olivia squeezed Allison's hand meaningfully and smiled at Scott, wishing them a good luck without words. Then, they all lined up at their respective tubs.

Allison was the first one to step in, deeply inhaling at the freezing cold water. Scott got into his tub as well. Stiles looked back at Olivia before he got into his tub and she gave him the most reassuring smile that she could. It worked for him, though; he stepped into the tub fearlessly.

They were all having trouble breathing from the freezing cold water as they fully submerged themselves. A second later, Olivia took her place behind Stiles with her hands on his shivering shoulders; Lydia and Isaac did the same for Scott and Allison, respectively.

Teeth chattering, Stiles looked to his left to speak to Scott. "By the way, if I don't make it back and you do, you should probably know something. Your dad's in town."

Tears slipped down Olivia's cheeks as she pressed down on Stiles' shoulder at Deaton told them to begin. Stiles kicked and struggled underneath the water, but she kept going, knowing that this was what he wanted. It was just a little heartbreaking to keep him under.

Stiles, Scott, and Allison all stilled at the same time. Olivia didn't even have to let go, she collapsed under the weight of their nonpermanent deaths, slipping into nothingness.

(Gif is not mine)

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S3A - E2

Here we go, Episode 2 of the rewatch. Honestly, even if you guys really don’t care about these, I’m gonna write them anyway, cus I need to get my FEELINGS out.

Anyway. Read More as a symbol of my love.

Thoughts:

Your pen is dry, honey. Try a sharpie.

So Stiles has literally known Heather since he was born? Nursery school is from 0 months to 5 years old, apparently. And Scott doesn’t know who she is? How does that even happen? It’s not like Stiles hasn’t seen her in ages, she recognizes him Instantly from across the room and he recognizes her back. So, Scott just never met her or asked about her or anything? Stiles never told him?

If anyone was curious, apparently Heather’s friend is named Danielle (according to Amazon Prime’s “X-Ray” thingy). She’s the same girl from Lydia’s birthday party, I think. The one who woke Stiles up? OHmygod that would be so fucking interesting. If he invited her and Heather to Lydia’s party. Maybe Heather couldn’t go, but Danielle showed up.

Awww, was Heather Stiles’ first kiss? Did they play winery as kids? Hide and seek? did they break a stupidly expensive bottle of wine?

I have personal issues with Stiles supposed canon age. I refuse to believe he’s not 17 and a year older than the others, because of repeating a grade when he was really young. I just refuse to believe otherwise. XP

PLS STOP making fun of girls asking for guys’ consent. This show would be awesome for like ten whole seconds if they stopped RUINING the girl’s asking for consent by having the guys laugh at them or treat it like a joke.

Allison, Scott’s not gonna have a single fucking clue what you’re talking about when only you hold out your arm to show the bruise.

Also. I believe in Big Dick Stiles Stilinski, bc he’s too smart not to know that wearing too big a condom is like the worst possible idea and can render it basically useless, and he wouldn’t have grabbed one (which we see he did in the next episode or something) if it wouldn’t fit. Therefore. XXL for our boy. XP

Hold up. So no one heard Heather screaming? Was she hallucinating the wine bottles breaking? Maybe it was an illusion, cus there’s no mess when Stiles gets down there? But still, the screaming is real. Scott should’ve heard screams like that even from outside the building.

Also, I feel p fucking bad for Stiles. As far as he knows, she bailed on him. What if he thought it was a prank or a joke or something? Or, even worse actually, since he’s known her for so long and she left her shoes down there, I bet he’d be worried instantly.

*snort* I looked up Derek’s loft set for research. They had to do so much editing to make it look grudgy and out of the way. This building is in the middle of town and it’s Massive and Gleaming. It’s a place where you can rent office suites. XD

I love everything about Isaac’s little venting session over getting Peter’s help, except the part where where he mentions Scott. Fuck scott. (whoops, now I need the tag. Like you didn’t see that coming?)

I find it hilarious that Peter’s intro is Rock Music. Also. “Fair enough.” I do love this man. (took me a while though.) Like, he’s honestly pretty simple to understand most of the time. He just wants people to be honest to him, say what they wanna say to his face.

Look at Peter, giving us one of the very few hints at werewolf history. Presumably, the ability was meant to be used to share memories with pack, locations of dens or images or even scents of other packs. And though mostly Alphas do it, clearly not just Alphas do it. This is fucking Interesting, I want MORE.

Aannnd, we discover that Scott’s been lying to Allison this whole time and letting her think that Derek just randomly attacked her mother. Love it. Also, I’m still not over Allison’s behavior in the last season? Waiting on an apology, hun, and it better be good.

OH. OH NOW You can sense the werewolves, Scott? SERIOUSLY?

Why do they make every single scene with Finstock have something to do with Stiles’ sex life? Like....it’s awkward. Stop. Also, can you imagine Stiles getting a rep around school for having a big dick bc of this? Is that something that actually happens in high schools? I had no friends, I would not know.

“No play.” The first time Scott decides that neutrality is better than actually doing something useful. I’m salty. *nods* yup. I am. I know what this scene does later on, and I hate it.

Also, can I just say that I literally hate that EVERY SINGLE time Stiles is having a good time, they make it Horrible? Stiles makes a lil joke about Derek being a Sourwolf? Derek gets claws through his lungs and spits blood. Stiles gets to play on the team? Across town Erica and Boyd are being tortured. Stiles is about to have sex? The girl he’s supposed to have sex with is being traumatized downstairs. Stiles is about to play a stupid fucking game in class? He gets taken in for questioning because his friend since birth has been kidnapped. They literally refuse to ever let Stiles be happy without making him look like an idiot or an asshole for having a single good emotion. It makes me so MAD. You can literally measure the show! If Stiles is actually smiling, then someone’s about to die.

OH MY GOD. Really? Another moment we didn’t get to see? “Derek says it’s easier to turn teenagers” WHEN DID HE SAY THAT? I‘M SO CURIOUS. Also how does Stiles know what Peter and Derek tried to do to get Isaac’s memories back? Are they reporting to Stiles? Letting him know what’s up? STILES IS HALE PACK I WILL FIGHT YOU.

I’m getting really sick of Deaton somehow knowing more about werewolves than the two born werewolves. Like, it’s really fucking annoying? They know their own species, or at least they should? It was the same with Chris helping out on the hunt. He doesn’t know werewolves better than they know themselves and I’m fucking tired of it. Let Peter and Derek have their own fucking history and knowledge about their own fucking species.

*snort* i paused at just the right time and the water effect made Derek and scott’s foreheads Really big. XD

I enjoy Stiles getting distracted now that his job is done. I feel that in my soul. The only difference between us is that he has the confidence to just Grab the shit he wants to play with, and I never did so I just zone out staring at it.

I’m not stupid. I see them suddenly throwing in the work ‘risky’ everywhere. But I still appreciate Derek reminding Isaac that he doesn’t have to do the ice tub thing.

More reflections...what’s with the reflections in this season so far?

Also, is this how people sound when they’re hypnotized. I’m on Stiles’ side actually, giving this the side-eye with Isaac’s constant “They’re here” thing. It seems really weird and overdone.

God, this scene is such fucking bullshit. Derek would never put Isaac in danger like that. Isaac’s the only Beta he’s got at the moment. He wouldn’t do that and it’s fucking Stupid to make him be so vicious and scare the shit out of Isaac. I fucking hate it.

I think it’s sweet that Isaac looks to Stiles for answers when everyone’s acting weird.

Ten hours of research, and Stiles has a little pinboard on the floor, the prototype for his big one Awwwwww.

Papa Stilinski comes through ONce Again!

If they’re supposed to meet at 5 and get to work at dark. Why is it dark when they get to Dereks??? WORK WITH ME HERE.

WHY would they patch the wall (Which is stone, so wtf did they patch it with? Concrete?) if they closed the bank down right after the robbery???

IT”S THE SCENE *heavy breathing* “Big bad wolf, yeahhh, lookatdat” Peter looks SO DONE “I’ve been dealing with this for months, make it stop”

aaaand again. “Risk” Since when does Peter care about risk? I never understood this scene. We have evidence that Peter cares about family, and according to werewolves, pack is family. He flipped shit to find Derek when Derek was missing. This is exactly the kind of thing he would do. I just...I don’t get it. Don’t like it, either.

“Yeah, if you want me to come” “NOT you” I love this scene, because it shows not just that Stiles is fucking raring to go and help, but that he didn’t offer before only because he thought Derek wouldn’t let him. We know Derek doesn’t think Stiles is useless. He put Stiles in charge of researching this entire bank. Which means it’s not that he doesn’t think Stiles could help, it’s that he doesn’t want Stiles to get hurt. And apparently Stiles knows that Derek feels that way, and knows Derek is vehement enough about it that he didn’t even bother bringing it up in the first place. That’s some serious trust and understanding, and even respect right there that Stiles is showing. Understanding what Derek would feel before he did it, trusting that Derek knew better about what was too dangerous for Stiles to involve himself in, and respecting him enough not to bug him about it anyway.

personal preference, I hate how much time is wasted just showing people walk down halls with weird lighting effects, or showing Allison trip over debris and pull her coat closed. Like...it’s really not needed?

Sup, Morrell? 20 seconds to get hidden? Is that 20 sec before the alphas get in hearing range or 20 sec before they actually get there? And how did the Alphas know that Derek was coming tonight? As far as they knew they took Isaac’s memory away and killed Braeden.

KALI WEAR SOM EFUCKING SHOES YOU NASSTY.

Smart girl with the bleach. I mean, I don’t know why the sudden scent of bleach didn’t tick kali off, but sure, whatever works.

I’m not even kidding. When I saw this scene for the first time I fucking burst into tears. Just that little glimpse of Erica and I was a mess

I really love Stiles and Peter chatting though. Like, Stiles gives no fucks, and Peter sounds just so used to it. Also, Derek’s couch looks sooooo comfy. I wanna sit on it. And Peter halfway through calling Stiles annoying is just like “Shit. He’s right. Again.” and there’s no physical distance. Peter once dragged Stiles around by his neck all night and nearly killed Lydia. But Stiles has no qualms about walking right up into his space and helping him out. PLUS, when Peter realizes Stiles is right, there’s no insults. Not even frustrated ones. When STiles describes the walls of the loft, Peter doesn’t say, “No, you idiot, the bank vault.” or make a quip. He’s immediately looking to Stiles for the information and trusting that he has it and will know where it is.

Then we have Scott just...whatever the fuck he’s saying. I don’t wanna hear it.

Okay, that is way more space behind Derek and Scott than Stiles said. And how is the moonlight even getting in? They had to shimmy through a shaft in the walls, there’s no windows in the walls. AND HOW THE FUCK would the ALpHA PACK KNOW THEY EVen KNOW WHERE THE BANK IS???

Derek should be able to hear the phone call. Just. Yes. That’s how that works. Also, Peter, now is not the time for gladiator analogies.

And the tears are back. All it takes is one fucking word. “Cora?”

IT DOESN”T MAKE SENSE. HOW WOULD THE ALPHAS KNOW??? If Marin hired Braeden and told her to get a message to Derek about the bank they were being kept at, then that means that it was all this really dumb double-double cross. Her making it look like she double-crossed the Alphas by telling Braeden to give up their location, but actually doing for the Alphas to trap Derek and Scott. What the absolute fuck?

FINALLY Someone holds Scott accountable. THANK you Derek.

Also, hello Lydia, I’m so sorry honey but you’re about to enter a whole new nightmare.

Final thoughts: I’m very long winded, and very frustrated and very fucking sad. I am just so goddamn sad and the next episode’s gonna make me feel even worse so I’m taking a break.

#personal #TeenWolf-Rewatch #anti-scott mccall

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actionlu · 3 years

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xoteajays · 3 years

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wbw + audrey deaton??

@nat-kelleys

B A S I C S

full name: audrey iseul deaton.

gender: cis female.

sexuality: bisexual.

pronouns: she/her.

O T H E R S

family: alan deaton (father), nari rhee (mother), marin morrell (aunt).

birthplace: beacon hills, california.

job: librarian, previously college student.

phobias: has a massive fear of being stalked, kind of scared of peter.

guilty pleasures: crime novels, obsessively studies botany and the supernatural.

M O R A L S

morality alignment: probably lawful or neutral good?

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert

organized/disorganized

close minded/open-minded

calm/anxious

disagreeable/agreeable

cautious/reckless

patient/impatient

outspoken/reserved

leader/follower

empathetic/unempathetic

optimistic/pessimistic

traditional/modern (both)

hard-working/lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: audrey x derek (the original ship when i planned her)

ot3: audrey x derek x braeden (her actual ship)

brotp: also audrey x derek x braeden, minorly audrey + scott, audrey + stiles, audrey + lydia, audrey + parrish

notp: audrey x any of the teens because she’s 20 when she first shows up in s2

#nat-kelleys #tai answers #oc: audrey deaton #i do wish i did more with aud #but i never finished teen wolf #even on my second rewatch #i do love her and wila tho

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No Reason To (17/50)

Prompt: “And I guess… when it comes down to it, I trust you.”

It has come to my attention that by adding links to my posts, it stops that post from being seen in the tags tagged. So, sadly, I will no longer be able to link previous parts of NRT on new chapters. BUT all part can be found easily on my “No Reason To Series MasterList!” found in my bio.

A/N: I did it, lol. I got this part done and ready by Saturday (today) - *insert me patting myself on the back* Hope you enjoy!

Oh, and, as of now, the next part will be uploaded next Saturday, not Tuesday.

Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. As usual, I hope you all enjoyed!

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Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Pairing: Stiles x McCall!Reader

Based off of: Teen Wolf 03x09 and 03x10

Hopping out of the passengers side of Stiles’s jeep, the two of you meet up with Scott who’s just gotten off his motorcycle. Almost instantly, Stiles questions; “where is she?”

“Over here,” a distant voice calls, pulling your eyes on Allison and Lydia who are stood just a few feet away from you. Making your way over to the two of them, you shake your head at Lydia, staring down at her in deep concern; “Lydia?”

“It’s the same thing,” she breathes, obviously panicked. “Same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different, and ended up here. And you told me to call you if there’s a dead body.”

“You found a dead body?” Stiles exclaims, glancing briefly at you and Scott before turning towards Lydia once more.

“Not yet.”

“Not yet,” Stiles repeats, “what do you mean not yet? Lydia, you’re supposed to call us after you find the dead body.”

“Oh, no,” Lydia immediately shakes her head, raising her pointer finger. “I’m not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on.”

“How are we supposed to find the dead body?” Stiles questions, his patience obviously wearing thin. “You’re always the one finding the dead body.”

Something within you, a feeling you can’t explain, spikes, and you turn your head towards Scott. His attention is stolen by something to the left of him, and then suddenly, before you can ask, he’s walking forward. You move your gaze past his shoulder, your eyes widening when you see what he has.

“Guys,” he calls, interrupting Stiles and Lydia. “I found the dead body.”

There, on the Beacon Hills High School sign, is... the dead body.

“Honestly, Scott, i’m fine.”

“I know you’re not.”

Pausing, the grip you hold on your locker door tightens, even for just a moment before you recollect yourself. Plastering a smile on your face, you lean back, shutting said locker door to meet your brother’s eyes. “See,” you call, brightening your smile. “Fine.”

Scott steps in front of you before you can walk off, blocking your path before setting his hand on your shoulder. Guiding you back towards the lockers, he glances around, making sure no one’s in earshot of your conversation before letting his eyes fall on yours once more, his gaze considerably softening when he does so. “This connection we have,” he begins, “it isn’t just physical pain. It’s emotional pain too.”

Sighing, you bite your lip, glancing over to your right.

“What’s the matter?” Scott continues, voice dripping with concern. “And don’t lie to me. I can hear your heart beat.”

“You’re creepy, you know that?” You snap lightly, glaring up at Scott who only offers you a lop-sided smile in return. Sighing once more, you shake your head as you cross your arms over your chest. “Isaac and I broke up... Or, well, Isaac broke up with me, I guess I should say.”

“What?” Scott exclaims, his voice pitching in anger, catching the attention of a few students standing near you. Eyes widening, you grip Scott’s arm tightly, silently telling him to calm down while sending a reassuring smile to those you’re able to catch eye of.

“Scott, calm down.”

“What do you mean calm down?” Scott gripes, “he broke up with you? After we let him stay with us?”

“Scott,” you exhale heavily, “yeah, he broke up with me, but... I probably would’ve done it myself eventually. If he’d given me like a week or two more, to be honest.”

“I don’t understand,” Scott mumbles, shoulders falling. “You two seemed happy.”

“We were... I guess, at one point,” you explain, shrugging your shoulders as you glance up at Scott. “I loved him, I still do, but just not in the same way. Ever since that party,” meeting Scott’s eyes, you tell him all you need to know. “It just hasn’t been the same.”

“But... at the lacrosse game, you and him-”

“He stayed, instead of going with Boyd and Erica. I thought that meant he’d chosen me, and it did, but, I don’t think I ever completely forgave him,” you finish, smiling sadly. “I think, at one point, I really, truly, could’ve loved him. But... not after that.”

Scott just frowns, his hand slipping into your own and squeezing. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you assure, nodding. “I wanted to break up. Like I said, give me a week or two more and I would’ve done it myself. I just... I want to know why it hurts so much.”

Scott doesn’t answer your unsaid question. Instead, he slips his hand out of yours, opting for a hug. You fall into the embrace easily, allowing yourself a moment of weakness as you let your head sink against his chest.

In some ways, maybe this twin connection was a blessing. Scott had always been able to understand you, you were twins after all. He understood you better than anyone else, just like you understood him better than anyone else. But now, it’s like he just knew, without even having to ask.

He just knew what you needed.

“Why are you even talking to me?”

“Why are we even talking to him?” You retort Ethan’s question, crossing your arms over your chest with a raised brow the boys way. His eyes narrow, falling on your own, and you’re also not oblivious to the glare Scott gives you, silently telling you to play nice. Of course, that’s not who you are. “No, honestly,” you continue, “he helped killed our friend. He killed Boyd.”

With a small twitch of his lips, Ethan takes a step towards you; “you’re right,” he nods, voice lowered threateningly. “I did kill your friend. How do you know i’m not gonna kill you?”

“Are you threatening her?” Stiles snaps before you can say anything, causing your gaze to fall on him, eyes widening in surprise. He shoves himself off the wall, taking a step towards Ethan. “You know what i’m going to do, i’m going to break off an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe and shove it up your freaking-”

Scott steps forward, grabbing a hold of Stiles’ arms and cutting him off before he can say anything more. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, Stiles. Okay. We get it.” Still, even as your brother pats Stiles’ on the chest, signalling him to step back, you can’t help the smile that grows on your lips. You’ve never seen Stiles that protective over you, in a physical sense, and even though, in reality, you can handle yourself quite fine, it’s nice to know he cares.

You meet Stiles’ eyes, sending him a shy smile to wish he returns before Scott speaks up.

“We’re talking to you,” Scott begins, turning to Ethan. “Because I know that you didn’t want to kill Boyd. And I think that if something like that happened now, you wouldn’t do it again.”

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head.

“You don’t know what we owe them,” Ethan mumbles, voice soft, “especially Deucalion. We weren’t like Kali or Ennis when we met him. We weren’t alpha’s.”

“What were you?”

“Omegas.”

“What?” You exclaim, “I don’t-”

“In actual wolf packs,” Ethan cuts you off, sighing slightly as he leans against the wall behind him. “Omegas are the scapegoat, the last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack.”

“So you and your brother were, like, the bitches of the pack?” Stiles questions, and you can’t help but giggle lightly at his terminology.

“Something like that,” Ethan snaps.

“What happened?”

“They were killers,” Ethan begins, “I mean, people talk about us as monsters. Well, they were the one who gave us the reputation. And our alpha was the worst of them.”

“Why didn’t you guys just fight back?” You ask.

“Yeah,” Stiles nods, “form voltron wolf, you know? Kick everyone’s asses?”

“We couldn’t,” Ethan snaps, voice raising slightly. “We didn’t know how to control it back then.”

“Deucalion taught you,” Scott concludes.

“And then, we fought. We took down the whole pack, one by one. And by the time we got to our alpha, he was begging for his life. And we tore him apart. Literally.”

Huffing, you twist your face in disgust, “heroes of your own story.”

Scott gives you a warning glare, before turning towards Ethan once more. “What about your emissary?”

Ethan pauses a moment, before shaking his head.

“They’re all dead. Kali and Ennis’ too?”

“All of them. Except for Deucalion.”

“You mean Morrell?” Stiles questions.

Before Ethan can answer, he suddenly gasps loudly in pain, his hand immediately falling to his chest.

“What?” Scott stammers, body tensing. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“Not me,” Ethan shakes his head, “my brother.”

Running in behind Scott, you step in front of Aiden, therefore stepping in front of his target as both Ethan and Scott move to hold him and the weight in his hands back and away from Cora. You turn your head slightly over your shoulder, watching as Stiles falls next to Lydia and crouches before Cora, hands falling on her in concern.

“Aiden,” Ethan bellows, as the weight drops to the floor with a clatter. “You can’t do this!”

“She came at me!” Aiden growls.

“It doesn’t matter!” Ethan reminds, dismissing Aiden. “Kali gave Derek until the next full moon. You can’t touch him or her.”

Knowing Aiden isn’t the main threat anymore, you turn around, falling by Cora’s side as she rolls onto her back, moaning out in pain. Leaning forward, you inspect the wound on her head, noticing Ethan leading Aiden out of the room out of the corner of your eye.

“Hey, guys,” Stiles calls softly, “I think she’s pretty hurt.”

Wincing, you hug yourself tightly as you watch Cora wipe away the dried blood stained on her forehead. While you don’t necessarily blame her for being upset, it’d been pretty stupid of her to attack Aiden on her own like that. Still, the wound definitely looked painful.

“You okay?” Scott asks softly, concern.

“She doesn’t look okay,” Lydia mumbles, shaking her head.

Glaring at Lydia through the reflection of the mirror, Cora drops the paper towel in her hand and spins, turning to face the four of you. “I’ll heal.”

She stumbles back slightly, Scott and Stiles the first ones to rush forward, making sure she doesn’t fall. Scott grabs a hold of her arm, to which she quickly pulls away, glaring up at him. “I said i’m fine.”

“Do you realize how suicidally crazy that was?” Stiles questions, narrowing his eyes in thought. “What were you thinking going after them?”

“I did it for Boyd,” Cora cries, “none of you were doing anything.”

Nodding quickly, Scott whispers; “we’re trying.”

“And you’re failing,” she spits, “you’re just a bunch of stupid teenagers running around, thinking that you can stop people from getting killed.” Meeting Scott’s eyes, you sigh. “But all you do is show up late. All you really do is find the bodies.”

Turning her back of the four of you, she walks out without saying anything more.

“She’s definitely a Hale,” Stiles comments a moment later, interrupting the silence. “I’ll make sure she gets home,” he finishes, slipping past Lydia and Scott.

“I’ll help,” you call after him a second later, stepping forward. At the looks you receive, you shrug your shoulders, feigning innocence. “Not much else for me to do anyways.”

“Philosophers?”

“And guardians,” Allison adds over the phone, slightly out of breath. “Which after last night has to mean something like law enforcement, right?” Meeting Stiles’ eyes, even for just a second, you’re not unaware to the panic that surfaces. “Stiles, you have to tell your dad. Tell him whatever you need but you have to get him to believe. Tell your dad. Warn him.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Stiles stammers, “I know.” Ending the call, he inhales deeply.

“What are you going to do?” Cora questions, staring at Stiles.

“I’m gonna tell him the truth,” Stiles breathes, and it’s obvious by the way he’s acting he’s scared. Nervous. But you don’t blame him. “And i’m gonna need the both of your guys helps.”

Sat on Stiles bed, next to Cora, you watch, with your hands clasped tightly in your lap, as Stiles paces back and forth. You can tell with each step he takes, Noah is becoming increasingly more and more frustrated, and you can’t say you blame him. Even you’re getting a little annoyed by Stiles’ frantic pacing and procrastination of what he just needs to say.

But of course, you don’t say anything. You keep your mouth shut, and wait. Wait until Stiles needs you.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Stiles mumbles to himself. Then, “yes, okay.” Spinning to his father, he looks like he’s going to say something before; “no, oh--”

“Stiles?” Noah calls, patience growing thin.

“Dad, i’m sorry, okay? I’m just-- I’m trying to-- I’m just trying to figure out how to start here.”

“Hey,” Noah snaps, “I don’t have this kind of time.”

You meet Cora’s eyes, sighing.

“Um,” Stiles starts, voice shaky. “For the last year, you’ve had all these cases that you couldn’t figure out, right? I mean, all the murders involving Kate Argent, and then Matt killing all the people who had drowned him, and all these murders right now. It’s like--It’s like you’ve been playing the losing game.”

“Stiles, the last thing I need right now is job performance review from my own son.”

You wince slightly at the anger and frustration leaking through Noah’s tone of voice.

“I know,” Stiles sighs, rubbing at his forehead before something seemingly catches his attention. “Okay, see, but that’s--that’s just it, dad.” Rushing over to his right, he grabs the chess board off the top of his drawer, taking it over to his desk. “The--The reason that you’re losing the game is ‘cause you’ve never been able to see the whole board.”

He opens the chess board, the pieces stumbling about within before taking a step back.

“I need to show you the whole board.”

“Scott and Derek are werewolves?”

“Yes.”

“And Kate Argent was a werewolf?”

“Hunter,” Stiles corrects, “that’s-purple’s hunter.”

“Along with Allison and her father,” Cora adds.

“Yeah,” Noah mumbles, “and--and my friend Deaton, the veterinarian, is a Kanima?”

“What?” Stiles explains, face scrunching up in confusion. “No, no, no, no, he’s a druid, okay? Well, we think.”

“So who’s the kanima?”

“Jackson.”

“No, Jackson’s a werewolf.”

“Jackson was the kanima first,” Stiles explains, “and then Peter and Derek killed him and he came back to life as a werewolf. Now, he’s in London.”

“Who’s the Da-rack?”

“It’s the Da-rock.”

“We don’t know yet,” you answer for Stiles, shaking your head.

“We don’t know yet,” Stiles repeats quietly.

“But he was killed by werewolves?”

“Slashed up and left for dead.”

“We think,” you correct once more.

Noah’s eyes fall on yours, narrowing; “and what are you?”

“A witch,” you answer, smiling slightly. “Pinks witch.”

Leaning back against his seat, Noah exhales heavily. “Why was Jackson the kanima?”

“‘Cause sometimes, the shape that you take reflects the person that you are,” Stiles explains, eyes twitching slightly in hope that his father is understand (and believing) him.

“And what shape would an increasingly confused and angrier-by-the-second father take?”

Apparently, he wasn’t understanding it so well.

“Uh,” Stiles stammers, “that would be more of an expression, like the one you’re currently wearing.”

“Yeah,” Noah nods, shoving himself up to his feet to walk away.

“Dad--dad,” Stiles calls, desperate as he too pushes himself to his feet. “Would you--I can prove it, okay?” Jumping in front of his father, Stiles points to Cora, “look, she’s one of them. A werewolf. A-And Y/N, she said it herself, she’s a witch.”

“Stiles, Stiles!” Flinching, you bite your lip. “That’s enough,” Noah demands, stepping past Stiles.

“Dad,” Stiles calls, spinning around to face his father. “Can you please just hold on?” Reluctantly, Noah pauses and Stiles turns to you and Cora. “You ready?”

You move to stand up as Cora nods, bracing yourself.

“All right, dad, just watch this, okay?”

The moment Cora stands to her feet, her eyes roll to the back of her head and she drops. You jump, spinning to help her just as Noah comes rushing forward, her body falling to the ground with a thud.

Rolling her to her back, Noah’s eyes widen at the bleeding wound at the top of her forehead.

“Call an ambulance.”

“What did you see the night at the bank when Scott was trying to save Deaton?”

Two steps behind Stiles and his dad, you gnaw on your bottom lip. Even from the back of his head, you can see the patience on Stiles’s father almost gone, and any second now, he’s just going to burst. Not to mention, you want to get to the school as quick as possible and help Scott and the rest try to save the last philosopher sacrifice as Allison had informed you it was teachers now law enforcement.

But you couldn’t leave without Stiles, given that he had the jeep. Not to mention, even if you could, you wouldn’t.

“Nothing,” Noah replies shortly, never wavering in his step.

“Dad,” Stiles sighs, “you saw him healing himself after he tried crossing the mountain ash.”

“I don’t know what I saw,” Noah corrects, holding up his hand.

You feel your body tense with anticipation as Stiles doesn’t relent; “you saw something you can’t explain.”

“Stiles,” Noah snaps, falling stopping and turning around to face his son. You halt to a quick stop yourself, still two steps behind the two of them as you awkwardly glance around, unsure. “I have seen a lot of thing I can’t explain in this town. That doesn’t make ‘em supernatural and it doesn’t make ‘em real. They just found another body. That’s real. And that’s the lead i’m following.”

Noah takes a step back, Stiles quick to follow; “yeah, and another teacher's going to die if you don’t start listening to me.”

“I am listening!”

With a frown, you glance down at your feet, your eyes falling shut as Noah finally snaps.

“I have been listening!” He bellows, everyone growing quiet and all eyes falling on him and Stiles.

“You just don’t believe,” Stiles finally says after a moment.

Noah opens his mouth to say something, but can’t seem to find the right words. Another moment of tense silence, he shakes his head, turning away and walking off. But, just before he can walk out the door, Stiles mumbles; “mom would’ve believed me.”

You suddenly feel out of place. Like you shouldn’t be there, and it isn’t your place to be there.

Noah halts in his step just as Stiles turns to you, walking past you and back the way you came. You only hesitate a moment before following after your friend, but not without a weary and final glance back at Mr. Stilinski.

Stepping into the recital behind Stiles, you fall next to your brother, offering a short smile in greeting before glancing around yourself. Somehow, you meet Isaac’s gaze from afar, stood next to Allison. There’s a moment, where you just stare at him, meeting his eyes before you offer a short smile, turning back to the conversation Scott and Stiles are having.

Something about Lydia not answering her texts.

Once again by Stiles’ side, the two of you rush after Scott as quickly as you can. He’d just suddenly ran off, saying something about how Lydia was in danger before just leaving without another word of explanation. But, the moment you reach the classroom Scott’s in, only having a moment to look inside, Ms. Blake shoves her desk forward, with no strain at all, barricading the door shut.

Stiles immediately begins slamming his body up against the door, it finally registering within you that not only is Scott and Ms. Blake in there, but Lydia and Stiles’ dad as well. But, no matter how hard he shoves, the door won’t budge.

Stiles’ wide eyes fall on you, “can’t you push it open? Do something?”

“I-I...” Words trailing, you step forward, focusing your gaze and attention on the door and only the door. “It might take a while,” you warn Stiles, “I don’t have my full powers yet.”

He doesn’t say anything in return, instead, he slams up against the side of the door, peering in through the tiny window at the top of the door. Bracing yourself, you inhale deeply, your entire body tensing as you let your lips part, trying to force the desk away. You see Stiles flinch from the side of you just as you push the desk back, him running through not a moment later.

Taking a deep breath, you follow in a second later, just as you hear Stiles call out; “dad?”

Looking around the room, your eyes widen when you realize that both Ms. Blake and Stiles’ dad are gone. As if they’d disappeared in thin air.

“They’re already here, aren’t they?”

Stepping around the wall, you narrow your eyes at the sight of Ms. Blake, not to mention stood so closely next to Derek. She hadn’t been your teacher, except for when she was filling in for Mr. Harris, but to think... that it had been her the entire time. Right under your noses. And now Stiles’ father had been taken because none of you had noticed soon enough.

She turns to face the three of you, you, Stiles and Scott, her lips curved downwards into a deep frown. “So...” She starts, speaking to Derek, but her eyes on you. “They told you it was me? That i’m the one taking people?”

“We told him you’re the one killing people,” Scott corrects, his voice pitching in frustration and betrayal.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice tears in Stiles’ eyes. They’ve never left, since his dad had been taken, but still, it breaks your heart to see him this way.

“Oh, that’s right,” Ms. Blake chuckles, “committing human sacrifices? What, cutting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it on my lunch hour. That way, I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense.”

“Where’s my dad?” Your eyes fall on Stiles as he speaks up, your eyes softening when you notice a tear fall down his cheek. You turn to Ms. Blake expectantly, practically willing her to answer that question.

Of course, it doesn’t work. “How should I know?”

Biting your lip, you slip your hand into Stiles’. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t pull away either, and with no words yourself, you squeeze his hand, trying your best to reassure him as your eyes fall back on Ms. Blake. She turns to Derek at your guys lack of reply, pleading; “Derek, tell me you don’t believe this.”

Derek doesn’t reply right away. His gaze flickers past Ms. Blake, glancing at Scott, Stiles and you. For a brief second he gaze meets your own, and shaking your head, you tell him what he needs to know.

“Do you know what happened to Stiles’ father?” Derek questions Jennifer.

“No,” she whispers, shaking her head as she takes a step back.

Feeling your anger spike, unable to control yourself, you let your narrowed eyes fall on her. “Ask her why she almost killed Lydia,” you spit, just as she turns to look at you.

“Lydia Martin?” Jennifer exclaims incredulously, “I don’t know anything about that.”

“What do you know?” Derek snaps, pulling Jeniffer’s eyes back on his own.

“I know that these kids,” you scoff, “for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story.” Turning to you, her eyes flare; “and one they can’t prove, by the way.”

Raising the container held in his hand, Scott rebuts; “what if we can?”

Confidence wavering, Jennifer swallows nervously; “what is that?”

Stepping forward, Scott slowly begins to unscrew the lid. “My boss told me it’s a poison and a cure... which means you can use it... and it can be used against you.”

“Mistletoe?”

Scott throws his hand forward, throwing the mistletoe, as Jennifer had guessed, towards her, a gasp immediately leaving her lips. When the smoke and mistletoe clears, you revolt at the small images that flash of Jennifer’s true appearance and the screaming that comes along with it.

Derek backs up, eyes wide with betrayal and hurt as Jennifer recollects herself. Then, just as she runs forward, attempting at escape, Derek catches her by the neck, his claws out as she begs; “Derek, wait, wait!” He listens, halting. “You need me.”

“What are you?”

“The only person who can save your sister,” she groans, clutching at the wrist of the hand wrapped around her neck. “Call Peter. Call him!”

Doing as Jennifer says, it doesn’t take long for Peter to answer Derek. You can’t hear the conversation, but, by the end of it, all you hear is Derek whisper; “mistletoe,” before hanging the call up, looking at Jennifer with great pain in his eyes. Jennifer lets out a gasp of pain the next second, Derek’s grip obviously tightening.

“Derek,” Scott calls out, panicked. You take a step forward yourself, just as Scott continues; “Derek, what are you doing?”

“Her life--it’s in my hands!”

He raises Jennifer by the neck, gasps of pain leaving her lips.

“Stop,” Stiles begs, taking a step forward. “Derek, stop!”

“Hey!” You call, your voice booming as you glare at Derek. “Stop. You can’t kill her!”

“Stilinski,” Jennifer breathes, “you’ll never find him.”

Taking another step forward, you move so you’re in sight of Derek. “I know you’re angry,” you breathe, “I know you’re hurt. But we need her alive, like it or not, to save your sister. To find Stiles’ dad. So, you need to stop this. Now.”

His face twists, his body tensing.

“Derek,” Scott calls, “Derek!”

A moment of tensed silence later, Derek finally lets go of Jennifer, practically dropping her to the ground. She groans out in response, placing her hands before her as she pushes herself up, groaning. “That’s right,” she says after she’s collected yourself, “you need me. All of you.”

“I don’t know, something feels wrong about this.”

Leaning forward, you gaze at the side of Stiles’ head. “How so?”

“We proved it to Derek,” Stiles begins explaining, nodding. “But she still had this look like it didn’t matter. You know, like it was all still going according to plan. You guys saw it, didn’t you?”

Meeting Scott’s gaze, you sigh. You did.

With quick steps, you follow Derek’s pace and direction, next to your brother. You keep your gaze carefully trained around yourself, unsure of what would happen once you reached Cora. Jennifer obviously wanted something, or had some kind of plan, you just didn’t know what.

“Scott! Y/N! Hey!”

Pausing, you turn at the sound of Melissa’s voice, both you and Scott just managing to turn as she’s running up to you. Slightly out of breath, she shakes her head; “What are you doing here? The hospitals evacuating.”

Briefly meeting Scott’s gaze, you turn back to your mother; “we’re here for Cora.”

“What, all of you?” Melissa breathes, letting her gaze fall on the rest before stopping on the bat in Stiles’ hand. “Why does Stiles have my bat?”

“Mom,” Scott calls, “just trust me on this. You need to get out of here.”

Taking a step forward, you nod; “right now.”

Shuffling backwards slightly, Melissa nods slowly, “the building is supposed to be clear in thirty minutes. We’ve got two ambulances that are coming back. Once’s ten minutes, the other’s twenty. Cora needs to be on one of those. They’ll be picking up in the basement garage.”

Nodding, you shuffle back towards the rest as Scott confirms; “got it.”

“Okay.”

As you fall in step with the rest, you glance back, noticing Melissa watching after you and Scott. You offer her a small, reassuring smile, before turning your attention head on.

Stepping out of the elevator, you glance up at the lights briefly in response to them flickering, raising a brow. You shrug it off, coming to a stop when you notice Derek has, only for your lips to part, brows to furrow at the sight of an empty hospital bed and some black liquid that looks like it’s been spit of the floor. And a lot of it.

There are a few blotches that continue forth, creating a path.

“Derek,” you call, eyes on the floor. He turns to look at you, before following the direction of your gaze, eyes falling on the double doors in front of you. Soon, sounds of grunting and thuds can be heard, and all five of you just stand there, waiting to see what’s on the other side.

Soon enough, a body comes sliding through. It’s Peter.

“We got a problem,” he pants, raising his head. “A big problem.”

Raising your head, your eyes widen at the sight of the twins-combined, stood before you.

Almost instantly Scott and Derek transform into their werewolf selves, Derek taking charge of the situation as he positions himself in front of the twins. You step off to the side with Scott, hands at the ready, just in case, as Derek lets out a warning roar before running forwards.

He grabs the twins around the waist, shoving them back a few steps before the twins, in return, digging their elbow into his back. Derek delivers a hit to the stomach, but the twins easily gain the control, grabbing Derek by the back of the neck and hitting him repeatedly in the head. Scott, quick to help, lets out a roar himself, rushing forward.

Snapping out of your stupor, you step forward, finding a decent side bed to the left of the twins, and waiting for Scott to be out of the shot, you send it flying towards the twins. It knocks them back, allowing Scott to get back up to your feet. But before you can do anything else, Stiles and Peter are suddenly running past you, Stiles grabbing a hold of your wrist along the way and yanking you forwards.

Just as the twins slam Scott up against the wall, you, Stiles and Peter fall by Cora’s side, gently turning her onto her back to make sure she’s still breathing.

“Ethan, Aiden, stop!”

Turning your head, your eyes fall on Scott as he continues; “you don’t know what you’re doing!”

“All we want is her!” They growl in return, and instantly, your eyes turn backwards, falling on Ms. Blake, who, having seen her chance, is now retreating into the elevators.

“No!”

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

Running past Stiles, you turn to help Peter get Cora through the door before Derek calling Stiles’ name interrupts you. Spinning, your eyes widen when you realize he’s started walking back the way you just came, instead of following after the five of you.

He positions himself behind the right door, the twins combined stepping through a moment later. Your lips part when you realize what he intends to do, and before you can try to stop him, he swings his bat around the back of the twins head, it immediately cracking in half in response. The twins growl at him in response, to which Stiles stumbles back in fear, going along the wall to reach you.

Grabbing a hold of Stiles, you yank him back as your brother jumps up, breaking off the light panel from the ceiling and slamming it towards the twins.

“Where’s the big guy?”

“He’s close.”

“What about Ms. Blake?”

Turning to Derek, you bite your lip as he slowly turns to face you, Stiles, Scott and Peter at Stiles’ question. Stiles’, after receiving no response from Derek, turns to Scott who only shakes his head. Sighing, you frown, just as Stiles begins to panic; “what do you mean? Like, she’s gone? Scott, are you kidding me?”

“Shh,” Derek snaps, “quiet.”

“Me be quiet?” Stiles huffs in response, taking a step towards Derek. “Me, huh? Are you telling me what to do now? When your psychotic, mass murdering girlfriend--the second one you’ve dated, by the way--has got my dad somewhere, tied up, waiting to be ritually sacrificed?”

“Stiles,” you breathe, stepping up beside him. “They’re still out there, okay?”

“And--And they want her, right?” He asks, “which means now we don’t have her either, so my dad and Cora are both dead!”

“Not yet,” you remind, meeting his eyes. You don’t say anything more, but, just by looking at him, he stops, letting out heavy breaths as he tries to calm his nerves and frustration.

Scott meets your eyes, before making his way over to Peter with Cora; “is she really dying?”

“She’s definitely not getting any better.”

Exhaling heavily, Scott shakes his head; “there has to be something that we can do. We have to help her.”

Your head snaps to the door on your right as it slams open, eyes widening when you see Ms. Blake step through. “You can’t,” she pants, “only I can. I can save her, and I can tell you where Sheriff Stilinski is. But there is a pack of alpha’s in this hospital who want me dead. So i’ll help you... but only when i’m out of here and safe. Only then.”

Without a second to wait, Derek lunges forward, intent on attacking her before Scott grabs a hold of him, pulling him back. “Derek, wait!”

Raising his hand, Derek points at Jennifer menacingly. “She was trying to get out!”

“I was trying to keep myself from being killed,” Jennifer defends herself, voice pitching. “You can’t blame me for that.”

“If you want to show you’re one of the good guys,” Stiles speaks up, taking a step forward as he points at Cora. “Then heal her.”

“Not until i’m safe.”

“I’d like to volunteer a different method of persuasion,” Peter offers, “let’s torture her.”

“Works for me.”

“For once,” you growl, eyes narrowing dangerously, “I agree with Peter.” You move to step forward, Scott calling out your name, before the sound of the P.A. system squeaking catches your attention. Halting in your step, your eyes widen considerably when you hear your mother’s voice.

“Um, can I have your attention? Mr. Deucalion--excuse me, just Deucalion--requests you bring the woman calling herself Jennifer Blake to the E.R. reception.” Heart sinking, your shoulders fall, ignoring Stiles’ gaze which falls on you. You hate the shakiness of Melissa’s voice, so obviously scared and you hate imagining what kind of danger she’s in. “Do this, and everyone else can leave. You have ten minutes.”

“He’s not gonna hurt her,” Jennifer says almost immediately, clearly thinking of only her own safety.

“Shut up,” you growl, taking a leap step towards the woman. You feel your nails dig into the palm of your hand, your body shaking with worry and anger as she turns her narrowed eyes to your own.

“He won’t,” she insists, before letting her eyes fall on Scott. “Scott, you know why. Tell them it’s true.”

Turning to Scott, you meet his eyes.

“What does she mean?”

He takes a step back, remaining silent.

Huffing, Jennifer sighs. “You’re not the only one he wants in his pack.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Deucalion doesn’t just want an alpha pack,” Jennifer begins, “he wants perfection. That means adding the rarest of alpha’s to his ranks.”

“A true alpha,” Peter finishes, causing your eyes to fall on his.

A moment of pause then, “what’s that?”

“The kind that doesn’t have to steal his power from another,” Peter answers Stiles, “one that can rise by the force of his own will. Our little Scott.”

Derek looks at your brother, to which Scott only shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter,” he dismisses, “we still need to get her out of here.”

“Scott, our mom-”

“Our mom,” Scott cuts you off, eyes meeting your own, “said there’s one more ambulance coming in twenty minutes. And I don’t think we’ve been here that long, so if we can get down to the garage, get to the last ambulance, we can get out of here.”

“The twins aren’t just gonna let us walk out,” Peter reminds.

“I’ll distract them.”

“You mean fight them.”

“Whatever I have to do,” Scott assures.

Taking a step back, you shake your head, rubbing your hands over your head.

“I’ll help you,” Derek promises Scott.

“Um,” Jennifer speaks up, “sorry, but i’m not going anywhere without you, Derek.”

“I’ll do it,”

You blink, turning to Peter in surprise as he lets out a smirk; “but i’d prefer to be out there with an advantage.”

“An advantage like what?” Stiles asks, “you mean like a weapon?”

“Something better than a baseball bat.”

Helping Derek and Stiles set Cora down, you shuffle backwards, making room. Your hands gently set the girls head down, making sure it doesn’t slam, before turning to Derek. You do best to ignore the pain that floods you, guessing it hasn’t something to do with Scott and the fact that he’s currently fighting the twins.

He’s losing the battle. You can tell by the amount of pain you’re in.

“Derek,” Jennifer calls, “over here.”

Stepping back, Derek peers over the edge of the doors, before moving to where Jennifer is. Briefly glancing at Stiles, you make your way to the back exit of the car, stepping off the ambulance and following after Derek. Your lips part, hands falling to your lips when you see the dead police officer before you.

Derek and Jennifer slowly creep forward, but, feeling weary, you stay put, clutching onto the ambulance door. Sure enough, a moment later, you hear Kali’s familiar voice call out; “Julia,” with the followed sound of keys jangling before as she steps before Derek and Jennifer; “it is you.”

You jump when Stiles’ hand falls on your wrist, tugging you forward and pulling your eyes on his. Understanding his meaning, you crawl back onto the back of the ambulance, as quietly as possible, helping Stiles shut the doors behind you. Turning the Stiles the moment the door is shut, you pause, wondering if that was the right thing to do.

You should be out there helping Derek.

“I have to help him,” you whisper, shaking your head and turn back towards the doors.

You hear Stiles mumble something under his breath, grabbing you by the waist and yanking you backwards. Because of the small size of the car, you end up practically in his lap, staring up at him with wide eyes. “You can’t,” he whispers, before pressing his pointer finger against his lips, signaling you to remain silent.

You do without argument, too busy trying to ignore the racing of your heart.

Before you know it, the shadow of Derek and Jennifer running past pull you from your stupor. Eyes widening, you sit up, lips parting.

Well, now what?

Watching Stiles lock the doors out of the corner of your eyes, you shake your head.

“I should’ve helped him.”

“And what?” Stiles questions, sitting back down in front of you. “And get yourself killed?”

“A lot better than being stuck in the back of an ambulance, doing nothing,” you snap, clenching your fists. “Stiles, he has my mom.”

“I know,” Stiles whispers, “but trust me, Scott won’t let anything happen to her.”

Meeting Stiles’ eyes, the sincerity and certainty in his own gaze, despite his own predicament, reassures you. Letting out a soft, small smile, you let out a heavy breath, nodding your head. Scott will protect your mom, just like he always has, and for now, you can protect Stiles and Cora if anyone comes around.

“She’s not breathing.”

“What?” You exclaim, eyes falling on Stiles before lowering to Cora. Pausing a moment, you feel your chest tighten when you notice the lack of movement of Cora’s chest. “Wait, what? Stiles--”

He leans forward, tilting his head to the side so his ear is towards her chest and listens. You remain silent, gnawing on your lip just as Stiles pulls back, panicking. “Oh, God, oh no. Oh, no, no, no, no.”

“Why isn’t she breathing?” You exclaim, shifting in your seat. “Come on, Cora. Breathe!”

“I’m gonna give her mouth-to-mouth.”

“What?” You exclaim once more, eyes wide as you meet Stiles’ gaze. “Do you even know how to give mouth-to-mouth?”

Pulling up his sleeves, Stiles shrugs; “it can’t be that hard, can it?”

“Can’t be-”

Before you can even finish your sentence, Stiles grabs Cora by the jaw, gently tilting her head back before, pinching her nose with his pointer finger and thumb and leans forward. Your entire body tenses as he presses his lips against her own, blowing, pulling back, and repeating the process.

“Come on,” you whisper, “come on, Cora. Come on.”

He continues the process multiple times over, and, despite yours and his mumbling of encouragement Cora’s way, you feel your heart fall, hope dwindling when nothing ever changes. Just as the realization that she’s most likely dead hits you, Cora gasps loudly, coughing immediately afterwards.

Stiles throws his hands up in the air, lips curving into a small, victorious smile as you mimic his own.

“Oh my God,” you breathe, letting out a small laugh, “you just saved her life.”

“I just saved her life,” Stiles repeats, clear disbelief in his voice.

Smiling brightly, eyes twinkling, you meet Stiles’s gaze, unable to help yourself as you laugh out.

“You’re a God damn hero!”

“You just hold on a little longer, okay?”

Blinking, you raise your head at the sound of Stiles’ voice. After the both of you knew Cora was safe, silence fell over the two of you, just stuck there waiting. It’d been like that a while, so the sound of Stiles’ voice surprises you, even more so when you realize he’s talking to an unconscious Cora, rather than you.

“Trust me, if there’s anything that can get us out of this, it’s Scott.” You frown at his words, watching as his face widens, and he chuckles half-heartedly. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

It’s then that you meet Stiles eyes, and though he’s still talking to Cora, he never leaves your gaze. “You know,” he continues after a moment, setting his head in his hands. “I actually used to be the one with the plan. Well, or at least a plan b.” He pauses, sighing; “well, I don’t know, now i’m thinking maybe you were right. You know, maybe--maybe we are pretty much useless. Maybe all we really do is show up and find the bodies.”

You don’t reply, you aren’t sure how to at first. Stiles lowers his gaze to Cora, and you can tell that even though he’s just spoken the words, they’ve been bothering him for a while. “It’s not true, you know,” you say after another moment of silence, causing Stiles to turn to you once more. “What she said. It isn’t true.” Flickering your gaze upwards, you nod determinedly, “we’ll find your dad and we’ll save Cora. We have to.”

“Y/N,” Stiles whispers, his voice cracking. “I don’t want to find my father’s body.”

“You won’t,” you reassure, leaning forward and taking his hand in your own. Squeezing it tightly, you promise, with no hesitance; “I swear to you that i’ll do everything in my power to save your father.”

There’s a moment of content silence between the two of you before it’s interrupted by a distant banging. Stiles and yours eyes widen, immediately becoming alert as you both make your way to the back doors, peering through the windows.

Your heart falls when you see the twins.

“Stay here,” you whisper, “I can distract them.”

“Are you insane?” Stiles exclaims, his voice hushed as he grabs a hold of your wrist, practically yanking you back. “If Scott and Derek can’t even fight them, how are you suppose to?”

“I never said i’d fight them,” you shrug, eyes narrowing. “I’ll run, distract them that way you and Cora stay safe.” Though, guiltily, your main concern is Stiles. It’s always Stiles.

Stiles lips part, and then, he’s adamantly shaking his head. “No,” he refuses, “you’re not doing that. You could die.”

“Stiles-”

“No,” he cuts you off, meeting your eyes. “I won’t let you.”

Leaning back, you let out a sigh, body tense. The twins, without even seeing them, you know are somewhere close. You and Stiles remain in complete silence in the moments that follow, unsure and frightened, anticipating the worst.

A few moments later, you sit up straight the moment you notice Stiles pressing his ear against the side of the car, obviously having heard something. His eyes meet yours, silently telling you that something was wrong, which is followed by distant footsteps, this time, ones you can hear. Snapping your head around to where the doors are, you slowly inch forward, mentally preparing yourself for the worst, when Scott suddenly appears before you. A nearly-unconscious Peter is in his hands, and he’s rapping against the windows, glancing at you and Stiles. “Open the door, open the door!”

Instantly, you and Stiles rush forward, unlocking the door and then pushing open each of the doors. “Help me get him in,” Scott says the moment the doors are open, and reaching forward, Stiles grabs Peter’s arm, pulling him into the car beside him.

“Where’s Derek and Jennifer?” Stiles asks.

Shaking his head, Scott mumbles; “I have to go back for them and my mom.”

“If you’re going back for mom,” you speak up, stepping forward, “so am I.”

“No,” Scott instantly argues, eyes falling on you. “You need to keep them safe,” he gestures to Stiles and Cora. “Stay here.”

“Scott-”

“There’s two problems,” Stiles cuts off, causing your lips to part. “Kali’s got the keys to this thing, and I just saw the twins, like, thirty seconds ago.” Followed by his explanation the distant sound of banging, no doubt coming from the twins, can be heard.

“Stay here,” advises Scott, stepping back to shut the door.

“Scott,” you call, ready to argue that you come with him. But, the moment you meet his eyes, you pause, sighing. “Just... bring back mom, okay?”

He nods, shutting the door behind him as you slump against the wall in defeat.

“All right, come on, come on, come on!”

Stepping back, you help pull out the bed with Cora on it, moving out of the way of Peter and Stiles as they prepare to carry her over to Isaac and the car. Peter eventually just takes Cora in his arms, taking lead of the situation as you move to help Stiles shut the door. You shut the one in front of you, turning to Stiles expectantly, only to pause in confusion when you see him halt.

It’s obvious something has caught his eye.

“Stiles,” you call, taking a step forward. His hand is on the sheet in front of him, a sheet you’re guessing parents have to fill out if their child is hurt. Though, his hand hovers underneath the section made for parents or guardians to sign. Then, it clicks. Parents... or guardians.

“Stiles! Y/N!” Your eyes fall on Isaac who’s waving at you to follow; “come on!”

Glancing behind him, seemingly past you, the gears in Stiles mind seem to work quickly and then suddenly he’s running past you. You hear, in the back of your head Isaac call after him, and you feel stuck. You know what he’s realized, and you know what you need to do. So, turning, you move to run after Stiles, only for the sound of Isaac calling after you causing you to halt.

“Where are you going?” He exclaims, “we have to go!”

“I need... I need to,” you whisper, shaking your head. “I just-” You say no more, ignoring Isaac this time as he calls for your name, picking up the speed in your step to catch up with Scott.

After a while of running, directly behind Stiles, your eyes widen when you see Scott hastily turning the corner, bolting off despite Stiles calling after him. Stiles, in return, slows to a stop and you nearly crash into him, grabbing a hold of him as your eyes fall to the elevator before you, where Derek lays unconscious.

“Mom,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. In the next second, you find yourself running, Stiles calling after you and then his footsteps can be heard. But you don’t slow down. Don’t slow down to think. When you reach the rooftop, you feel your heart plummet when you see Scott slowly inching towards Deucalion.

“Scott,” you cry, your voice pitching. “Please Scott.”

Stiles falls next to you then, out of breath. “Scott,” he calls, “Scott, don’t do this. Don’t go with him.”

Turning his head slightly over his shoulder, Scott shakes his head; “I don’t know what else to do.”

“Please,” you whisper, “we can figure out another way.”

“There’s got to be something else,” Stiles adds, nodding in desperation. “We always--we always have a plan B.”

Turning around, with tears in his eyes, Scott cries; “not this time.” Then, he moves to turn back around, only to be halted by Stiles calling for him once more. “I’m gonna find your dad,” Scott promises Stiles, before his eyes fall on your own. There are tears in your eyes, threatening to fall out as a hand falls against your lips.

Not only has your mom been taken, but the thought of Scott joining Deucalion, feeling so hopeless, breaks your heart. You can’t...

“I’m gonna find mom. I promise.”

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Mark of The Wolf Part 9 (Derek Hale x Reader)

Catch up here! |

A/N: Sorry for the cold open... I swear it snuck up on me too! Hello Mexico, I see you. Is there gang going back? You betcha. And excuse the very SUDDEN appearance of a character I never even bothered to foreshadow because... let’s be real, did anyone like them as a villain? I didn’t.

Note: Reader’s last name is Markolf. *** means change in POV/time.

Words: 2026 (this is a shorter chapter)

Warnings: Violence, swearing and A COLD OPEN!

[Song: It's You by Rique | High by Zella Day]

(gif not mine)

Liam was tied down to a chair using wolfs-bane laced ropes in an abandoned warehouse. The sting of the ropes digging into his skin was painful but bearable. It was the rancid smell of death that bothered him. How many of his kind had been killed here? All he could do was hope he wouldn't be next. In front of him were two of Monroe's men armed with guns, they were his prison guards.

After a few minutes, Monroe emerged from behind a plastic sheet acting as a divider. She sauntered over in combat boots and a green camo ensemble.

"The Beta," she spoke at him rather than to him, dragging a metal chair from nearby. She made sure to generate as much noise as she possibly could from the cold steel of the chair and the bare concrete of the floor. It was torture to his wolf hearing. "What's your name again? Leon?"

"Liam," he spit back.

"Ah, Liam," she pulled out a knife from her boot holster. "Tell me, Liam. Where is your alpha? Where is Scott McCall? I know he's here with you. My men spotted him just before they took you."

Liam kept his eyes focused on the scrape marks left on the floor by the chairs legs.

"Silent type?" she said in annoyance. With quicker reflexes than he would have given her credit, Monroe grabbed his collar and forced him to meet her eyes. They were wired and fully unhinged, "You are lucky my men didn't kill you right there and then! The only reason you're alive is because you know where Scott is. Tell us and we let you go." She tried to normalise her octaves to resonate calm, but her heartbeat gave her away. She was lying.

"Screw you!" Liam said venomously. Making sure to give her a shit-eating grin to boot.

Monroe struck him and he coughed. She walked around him to whisper in his ear, "Your kind thinks they're so special. Don't be so inclined to underestimate me." She warned. Liam felt her arm ghost his shoulders.

"Trust me, I would never be so foolish as to underestimate you." Liam chuckled lowly.

"Should we kill him?" One of her drones asked.

She cocked her head to the side as though his words were utter gibberish. Then sighing with exhaustion she turned and said, "No, you idiot. We need him. Go check on his restraints, make sure they're tight." Monroe walked away and disappeared behind the plastic curtain.

After the guards checked his bonds, they left the room and went out for a smoke by the scent that clung to their clothes.

Liam generated some noise by shuffling his chair to see if anyone would come after him. Dead silence. Then, with surprising ease, he used his claws to snap the binds around his wrists and feet and made a run for it. Though, he wasn't very stealthy.

***

"Should we go after him?" someone asked Monroe. She rolled her eyes and looked down at her phone screen. A small red dot was moving, with great speed, away from the abandoned factory. She had placed a tracker on the young Beta.

"Not yet. He'll lead us to Scot McCall and the rest of his pack. Only then do we kill him." The rest of her men began gearing up. "Leave a few men to make sure our guest in the basement stays put," she ordered.

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"The rest of you, with me."

***

The strobe lights within the makeshift rave inside an abandoned building complex were pulsating in vivid colours. The gyroscope swivelled round in epileptic fits, the intensity of the multi-coloured lights felt like they could burn through your retinas. The room was warm and sticky, the thick scent of sweat, perfumes and smoke bombarded your senses. Alcohol sloshed about from plastic cups leaving wet splotches on the floor. The DJ kept teasing a good bass drop only to disappoint each time, not that the rest of the club-goers cared. They came here to lose themselves. To forget. Metamorphosize into a separate entity from who they were during the day. An indulgent escape.

A part of you envied them. You envied the simplicity of getting buzzed on cheap booze and dancing to terrible music as a way to escape your problems. But you weren't in college anymore. And quite frankly, your problems weren't so easily escapable. Your nerves were on edge. Being in unfamiliar territory surrounded by oblivious civilians about to execute what could single-handedly be the dumbest plan you ever heard of wasn't exactly a confidence booster. But it's not like you weren't to blame for your participation. After all, you did volunteer to be the bait!

You glanced behind you as you made your way to the centre of the dancing crowd, Derek kept his eyes trained on you from the floor above. Scott was probably on the same level as you -obscured by the masses no doubt. You found a spot between two intoxicated women and began to sway your hips to the beat.

***

Derek watched you try your hardest to move to the beat, but he could tell you weren't in your element. No one should be sober in a night club. Watching you brought a cheeky smile to his face, he almost had the urge to laugh a little.

His phone chimed in his pocket. On the dance floor a few feet from you, he noticed Scott get the same message.

Peter's text message read: "We're in position." A few seconds later Liam sent a message of his own: "They took the bait. They're heading your way!"

Derek looked down at Scott and spoke just loud enough for his wolf hearing to pick up, "Guess it’s show time."

Scott nodded in acknowledgement and made his way to the door that led to the stairs leading up to the roof.

"We're all gonna die," Derek sighed to himself, bunching up his fists in anticipation for a fight.

-72 HOURS EARLIER-

Peter made his way to the Bunker expecting it to be vacant only to be greeted by a sleep-deprived Stiles and a ruffled Scott.

"Ah, if it isn’t Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum," Peter said with a smug smile, crossing his legs at the ankle as he leaned against the table where Stiles had stacked various books, files and his laptop. "How did you guys get here so quickly? I just left Derek at the animal clinic half an hour ago."

Stiles took a sip from his FBI branded travel mug, "Well, unlike some people, we don't spend hours grooming our hair before a meet."

Peter was about to quip back but Scott stepped in, "Why'd you call us anyway?"

"Derek found something. He seems to think your former boss may be able to shed some light on our new hunter problem," he said. "As if we didn't already have hunter problems," Peter whispered exasperatedly to himself -no doubt in reference to Tamora Monroe.

"I haven't spoken to Deaton in months. The last person to see him was probably Y/N," Scott revealed. Peter was surprised by this. "I'll give him a call."

Scott pulled out his phone and dialled. The number went to voicemail after a few rings. There was an air of uncertainty in the room. Stiles waved his hands about in an urging manner for Scott to try again. He did. Still, no answer.

"Oh," Stiles snapped his fingers to keep his train of thought from getting away from him, "What about our former guidance counsellor? She's his… sister right? Try her!"

"Bold of you to assume I have the number of everyone in Beacon Hills," Scott muttered.

Stiles threw his hands up in the air, "Must I think of everything myself?" He stood up and after tapping away at his phone, he dialled a number.

"That's my line," Peter scowled under his breath.

After a few minutes of conversation and arguing on Stiles end he finally ended his call and triumphantly threw his hand up in the air. "Yes!" He cheered, "Who is a badass FBI agent?" No one answered his rhetorical question, he simply shrugged the silence off and continued tooting his own horn, "This guy!"

Peter rotated his hand, "Get to the point Tweedle-Dum."

"I called Eichen House and after having to strong arm a very rude receptionist… I convinced them to give me the last number on file. Apparently, she doesn't work there anymore."

"Did you really think she'd still be working there? After everything that happened?" Scott asked.

"No, but we got the number didn't we?" Stiles dialled the new number and after a few rings a familiar voice picked up.

"Hello?" Marin Morrell spoke, unsure of who was on the other line.

"Ugh, Ms Morrell?" Silence, "It's me, Stiles. Stilinski. Stiles Stilinski the kid who had an evil Japanese trickster god living inside him."

"I know who you are Stiles," she said flatly, "How'd you get my number?"

"Unimportant. We're trying to get in contact with Deaton, he isn't picking up his phone. Know where he is?"

"I don't know. Last I heard he was called to help a werewolf out in Mexico." Marin paused, "If you hear from him… tell him to call me."

"Will do. Thanks." Stiles cut the call. "Apparently he's out in Mexico somewhere."

Peter's head snapped up, "Mexico?"

"Yes. Meh-Hi-Coh! Are you deaf?"

"What is it?" Scott asked Peter.

"Monroe is in Mexico."

They all glanced at each other before simultaneously saying, "Shit!"

After a beat, Scott dialled Derek's number. When he picked up he simply said, "We have a problem." And with that all three fully exhausted men waited silently in the bunker for you, Derek and Liam to arrive.

***

"And you're sure it's not just a coincidence?" Derek asked.

"What, that Monroe just happens to be in the very city where Deaton was supposed to be before he… stopped answering his phone?" Stiles pointed out.

It was then that you recognised the name 'Monroe'. You'd heard it before. Whispered among certain circles, a hunter with quite the track record of growing acolytes and werewolf deaths. Things just went from complicated to bat shit crazy! You sighed and felt the inklings of a headache forming.

"And how do you know Monroe's in Mexico?" Derek interrogated Peter.

Feeling cornered, Peter folded his arms around his chest and put up an invisible barrier. "Am I the only person that has the head smarts to keep tabs on the people who try to kill us?"

"Stop deflecting," Derek warned -a sharp edge in his tone.

"But that wasn't deflecting, I'm serious. I'm keeping tabs. Through a proxy, of course."

"Who?" Liam asked.

Peter wiggled his index finger about, "Uh-uh, can't have me revealing all my secrets."

"Okay, baring all this for a moment," Stiles jumped in, "How are we gonna rescue Deaton from a group of hunters while we ourselves are being hunted by another group of hunters."

A terrible idea was beginning to form in your mind. "Hey, I know that look. That's the 'I have an idea look'!" Stiles pointed at you dawning everyone’s attention to you. You sighed. Damn your expressive eyebrows and squinting tendencies!

"An idea, yes. A good one, no." All the boys simply looked on waiting for you to elaborate. Somehow, having Derek stare at you while you stirred up the courage to get the words out made you feel like a teenager around her high-school crush; shrinking beneath his powerful gaze, the threat of stammering, a noticeable flush in your cheeks. You balled your fists and willed yourself to get a grip. No man, no matter how damned gorgeous and brooding, would ever make you regress to the shy girl you used to be.

"Well, first things first, we'll need an easily defensible position. Preferably a place with multiple exits. And secondly, we'll need two people to be the bait… We're gonna use fire to fight fire."

Peter's face lit up with what could only be defined as malicious intent, "I like her!" he applauded.

Chapter 10! (also let me know if you would prefer to get what the plan was from context clues or if I should write the planning bit -I’m torn.)

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megdonnellys · 5 years

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can i get uhhh isla x sage hcs??

i can always count on you YES

✨obviously meet bc of deaton and marin

✨when deaton’s like “imma teach you how to use your powers” to isla, sage is just like “she cute” and always needs to see her uncle deaton for something, conveniently, when isla and him have lil training sessions

✨its also really convenient that they meet around the same time erica breaks her heart (again) and derek’s being a dick so like,, hmmmm is sage THERE for her???

✨isla “im angry all the time” hale and sage “my mom is lowkey a therapist” morrell = otp: witch bitches

✨honestly sage just making isla get the help she needs please

✨either leave scott out of the picture or polyamory honestly EITHER IS FINE

✨sage helps her cope after erica&boyd’s deaths and when cora comes back

✨WITCHY GIRLFRIENDS WHO PROTECT EACH OTHER

✨someone: *flirts with sage*isla: excuse me i have to go make a scene

✨ isla’s the jealous one and whenever someone she doesnt know just like talks to sage you just see caleb holding her back in the background

✨someone to sage: so are you single or…?isla, pushing in between them: OR!

✨honestly everyone sees that they like each other but isla SUCKS ASS at getting into relationships so its just a game of when they’re gonna ask each other out

✨ isla literally doesnt have a house she just lives with caleb when derek’s being a dick so just my boy caleb and lydia and allison helping isla get all dolled up for her date with sage, and rowan and ivy and hazel spend like three hours forcing sage to go through clothes

✨SAGE INITIATED THEIR FIRST KISS + FIRST TIME

✨sage is the top, isla’s the bottom

#asks #c: isla x sage #wonderful ocs 💞#isla asks

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Alpha Pact

Teen Wolf Rewrite

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Ages 16+, swearing, panic attack,

Words: 5293

A/N: Let me just say that I don’t condone kissing to end panic attacks, okay? I hate that they did that, but I wrote it anyway. Blah, blah. Hope you enjoy! 😊

Season 3A Masterlist

I watched as Stiles continued to smack Derek, trying to wake him up. He’d been at it for the last few minutes, smacking him so much that I’m sure his palm was going numb.

“DEREK?” Stiles yelled before smacking him again. “Derek, come on!”

He slapped him again, before pulling back his hand and forming a fist. He went to punch Derek in the face, when Derek woke up, grabbing Stiles’ fist to stop him.

Derek looked around the elevator frantically, probably looking for Ms. Blake.

“Where is she?” Derek grunted, not letting go of Stiles’ fist.

“Ms. Blake?” Stiles asked. “Gone with Scott’s mom.”

“She took her?” Derek asked, confused.

“Yeah, and if that’s not enough of a kick to the balls, Scott left with Deucalion, okay?” Stiles told Derek in an emotional and rushed voice. “So we gotta get you out of here. The police are coming right now, and we gotta get you the fuck out of here.”

Stiles started pulled Derek to his feet, when Derek spoke up, his face bewildered, “What about Cora?”

Once Derek was up and okay, he left, giving us both a nod.

Stiles and I congregated to the first floor, waiting for the police to arrive. We sat side by side in the waiting room, my feet in his lap, with him rubbing the skin of my leg with his thumb.

When the police arrived, the FBI came with them, scoping out the hospital. Stiles let out a large sigh, making me follow his sightline to see Agent Rafael McCall. Otherwise known as Scott’s asshole dad that abandoned him and Melissa.

“Oh, just perfect.” Stiles muttered to me. I nodded in agreement as Agent McCall walked over to us.

Agent McCall stood over us, making us look up at his towering figure.

“A Stilinski at the center of this whole mess.” Agent McCall spoke, his voice full of arrogance. “And a Stark. What a shocker. Think you two can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?”

“If you ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.” Stiles retorted.

Agent McCall grinned, looking away before turning back to us. “Where’s your dad, and why’s no one been able to contact him?”

“I don’t know.” Stiles said honestly. “I haven’t seen him in hours.”

“Is he drinking again?” Agent McCall asked without prompting.

Stiles sighed, “What do you mean, again? He never had to stop.”

“But he did have to slow down.” Agent McCall commented. “Is he drinking like he used to?”

“All right, how about this?” Stiles spat, his tone lowering as he got increasingly angry. “Next time I see him, I’ll give him a field sobriety test, okay? We’ll do the alphabet, start with ‘F’ and end with ‘U.’”

Agent McCall grinned, amused. “How about one of you just tell me what the hell happened here?”

“We don’t know what happened here.” I exhaled heavily. “We were stuck in the elevators the whole time.”

“You’re not the one who put the name on the doors, are you?” Agent McCall asked.

“What name?” Stiles asked, looking up at Agent McCall with a bewildered face.

Agent McCall gestured down the hall. Stiles and I got up, walking down the hallway to the elevators. The doors were closed and the name ‘Argent’ was painted on them in huge, red letters.

“The word is guardian, Allison.” Mr. Argent said as opened the door to their apartment. Stiles and I filled Allison and Mr. Argent in about their name being on the elevator doors. “More than anyone, you know that’s a role I haven’t exactly lived up to lately.”

“But she took Scott’s mother and Stiles’ father.” Allison objected as we followed Mr. Argent down the hall and into his office. “That’s not a coincidence.”

“Yeah, I’d also consider the fact that someone put your name up in large block letters on the elevator doors.” Stiles spoke up, standing in front of Mr. Argent’s desk. “That kind of felt like a warning to me.”

“I think it might be Morrell.” Allison said, putting her bow down on the desk. “She knows a lot more than she lets on, and she might even be trying to help us.”

“Well, she needs to get on that a lot faster, okay?” Stiles remarked. “Seeing as how the lunar eclipse is less than two fucking nights away.”

“Stiles, don’t give up hope.” Mr. Argent said as Stiles set down in a chair, pulling me onto his lap.

“They could already be dead.” Stiles muttered, a hand on his forehead.

“I don’t think so.” Mr. Argent disagreed. “There’s something about Jennifer’s tactics. It’s like she’s still positioning, still moving pieces into place.”

“And you’re one of them.” I spoke up, looking at him and Allison with serious eyes.

“Then let’s not wait around to see the next move.” Mr. Argent suggested. He pulled out the marked map of Beacon Hills. “Everything she’s done has been on a telluric current, so Melissa and the sheriff have to be somewhere on one of those currents, right?”

I nodded, getting off Stiles’ lap to walk over to the desk and look at the map. Stiles didn’t move, and Mr. Argent noticed.

“Stiles, if we’re going to find them, we need your help.” Mr. Argent reminded him.

“You seriously want to go after her?” Stiles asked Mr. Argent. “I mean, what if she just takes you like the others, huh? No offense, but what’s the difference between you and them?”

Mr. Argent pulled out a silver gun, putting ammo into the handle.

“I’m carrying a .45.” Mr. Argent said bluntly, holding up his gun. “Maybe she can heal from a shot to the leg and a few slashes to the face, but personally, I’d like to see how she holds up with half her skull blown off.”

Mr. Argent set his gun down and leaned against his desk. “We’ve got one priority right now, and that is to find Melissa and your dad. We’ve got a map and every clue we need to figure this out. The only thing we don’t have is time, which is why I need the three of you.”

Stiles sighed and looked up. “Where do we start?”

Mr. Argent took out his hand-held blue light and waved it over the map as Stiles stepped forward in between Allison and I.

“The place where the sacrifices have been committed have usually been different from where the bodies have been found.” Mr. Argent explained to the three of us. “I think the placement has to do with the strength of the current, so there’s the school,” He waved the light over the map where the school was located. “The animal clinic, the bank—”

“Wait a sec, she wouldn’t use the same place twice, would she?” Stiles interrupted Mr. Argent, thinking out loud and tapping his chin.

“Only if she didn’t succeed the first time.” Mr. Argent answered, his eyes wide with realization. He tapped the light against the map where the bank was located.

“Scott’s boss...” Allison trailed off.

“Deaton.” Mr. Argent nodded. “It was her only failure. That could mean something.”

“That’s just one place so far.” Stiles said, leaning against the desk. “We’re gonna need a lot more help.”

“What about Lydia?” I asked, thinking about the special ability that we seemed to have in common.

“Lydia?” Mr. Argent furrowed his eyebrows. “What can she do?”

“Uh, her and Y/N have sort of got a talent. They ended up finding a couple of the bodies, um, without actually looking for them.” Stiles explained.

Mr. Argent looked at me, asking, “I thought you were a scryer.”

“Part scryer.” I corrected him. “I guess I’m a banshee, too.”

Mr. Argent looked at me for a moment before shrugging and turning towards the cabinet that was against the left wall. He started pulling guns out of it, and handing them to Allison, one by one.

Allison got out her finger knives and Mr. Argent then placed a large machine gun on the desk, making Stiles mutter a, “Whoa.”

“I thought you guys were retired.” I commented, watching as Allison opened up her compact bow.

“Retired, yes. Defenseless, no.” Mr. Argent said, picking up another large gun. He looked up at Allison, Stiles, and I and held up his phone. “Make sure your phone’s on. If either of you hear from Scott, you let us know immediately.”

Stiles looked at his phone. “Yeah, I’m thinking that’s gonna be kind of unlikely.”

“All three of you, try to remember he’s just doing what he thinks is right.” Mr. Argent said, defending Scott.

Allison didn’t look at her dad, instead looking past him at the doorway. We all turned around to see the tall figure of Isaac looming.

“I can’t shoot a gun or use a crossbow, but…” He trailed off, whipping out his claws. “Well, I’m—I’m getting pretty good with these.”

Stiles and I stopped by the house before going to school so that we could change clothes. I felt seriously disgusting, so I took a shower, too. After getting dress in a high waisted plaid skirt, and a blue crop top, I stood in the bathroom, looking at the bruise around my neck that Ms. Blake put there with the garrote.

“Okay,” I muttered to myself. “I’ve covered up plenty of hickies before. A bruise like this is no problem.”

“You shouldn’t cover it up.” I heard Stiles say from behind me. I looked into the mirror, locking eyes with my soulmate.

“Why?” I breathed.

“Baby, Ms. Blake tried to strangle you, and you survived.” Stiles said, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “You don’t need to hide that.”

I smiled, realizing that he was right. I had nothing to be ashamed of.

“No.” I said, turning around and wrapping my arms around his middle. I laid my head against his chest, focusing on his rapid heartbeat. “No, I don’t.”

“Exactly.” Stiles smiled at me, brushing some wet hair out of my face.

“I love you, Mieczyslaw Stilinski.” I whispered against his chest, pressing my lips to his collarbone.

“I love you, too, Y/N Stark.” Stiles proclaimed, squeezing me tighter against him. “Now do your hair, because we still have to go talk to Lydia.”

“Okay.” I nodded, pulling away from him and turning around, picking up my hairbrush.

After putting my hair into a milkmaid braid, we drove to Lydia’s house, where she was recovering from a severe concussion.

“I don’t believe it.” Lydia shook her head in denial after we told her about Scott going with Deucalion. “Scott can’t really be with them. He can’t be.”

“You didn’t see the look on his face, though.” Stiles said. “It was…”

“Then what can we do?” Lydia said sternly. “I mean, I get that I’m some kind of, like, human Geiger counter for death, and Y/N is that and more, but…I don’t know how to turn it on and off yet. And I’m sure Y/N doesn’t either.”

I nodded my head in agreement. “All I know is that she tried to kill us because of…”

“Because of what?” Stiles asked, looking at me. I shook my head. “Hey, Y/N, what?”

“When she called us banshees, she was surprised by it.” I told him, noticing Lydia murmur an agreement. “What if that’s now why she tried to kill us?”

“Then why did she?” Stiles asked.

“That’s what we need to find out.” Lydia said firmly.

We arrived at school during second period, finding that most of the classes were watching movies and playing games to try to get their minds off all the recent murders of most of the teachers here.

We were walking down the stairs to the first floor when Lydia sighed in frustration.

“Aiden’s not texting me back.” She muttered, chucking her phone into her purse. She had been texting Aiden since we got to school, wondering about a plan, but it looks like she was getting no where with him.

“Okay, well, maybe we could just…” I trailed off, trying to think of a plan. “We could go over there and—”

I was cut off by Stiles’ phone chirping. Stiles pulled his phone out of his pocket and stared at it, his eyes widening in horror.

“What?” Lydia asked.

Stiles bit his lip, tears filling his eyes.

“Oh, God.” I breathed, stepping closer to him. “What is it now?”

Stiles pursed his lips, “It’s from Isaac. Jennifer, she t—she has Allison’s father. She took him. She’s got all three now.”

I looked down to see Stiles’ hand shaking as he put his phone back into his pocket.

“There’s still time.” Lydia assured him.

Stiles started breathing heavily, holding his finger up as he tried to catch his breath. His breathing was shaky and not stable at all, clueing me into the fact that he was having a panic attack.

“Stiles, you okay?” I asked, taking his hand in mine.

He pulled away, turning around.

“What is it?” Lydia asked frantically. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s having a panic attack.” I told her. Pushing my way to Stiles, I grabbed his arms. “Stiles, listen to me, okay? Count backwards from ten.”

Stiles visibly moved his mouth through all the numbers, but when he got to one, he shook his head, gasping for breath.

“Okay, okay.” I mumbled under my breath, looking around for a place to take him. The crowded hallway was probably not helping him any. I spotted the door to the locker room and it was like a light bulb went off in my head.

I grabbed Stiles’ hand and pulled him to the locker room, not caring if Lydia came with us or not. Stiles threw his bad on the ground and collapsed next to a set of lockers, wheezing with the effort his anxiety was putting on his lungs.

“Okay.” I said, kneeling down in front of him. “Come on, come on.”

Stiles kept on gasping, grabbing my hands as he looked at me with terrified eyes.

“I know, baby.” I said, putting my hands on his cheeks, brushing my thumbs against the ruddy flesh. “I know.”

“Y/N.” He wheezed.

“Just try and think about something else, anything else.” I told him quickly.

“Like what?” He let out between gasps.

“Uh, happy things.” Lydia suggested. “Good things. Uh, friends, family.”

Stiles eyes narrowed and I looked to her, raising my voice as I said, “Not helping, Lydia!”

“Try and slow your breathing, Stiles.” I told him, bringing his focus back to me. “Remember when we were kids? And I broke my wrist using your skateboard? Remember how you coached me threw my breathing then?”

I felt my heart break at the struggle in Stiles’ eyes as he tried to slow his breathing. It wasn’t working, though, I could tell. I tried to think of other tactics, but none of what we used to do when his mom died would work right now.

“I can’t, Y/N.” Stiles started hyperventilating, probably scared out of his mind. “I can’t.”

“Okay,” I said, moving closer to him and cupping his cheeks again. “Shh, shh. Stiles, look at me.” I looked into his honey brown eyes, trying to convey all the love I had for him. “Shh, look at me. Shh, Stiles.”

His eyes begged me to do something, so I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his in a slow peck. His eyes stared at me in shock, until he eventually closed them, moving his lips against mine.

When his chest stopped heaving up and down, I took that as a sign that he wasn’t panicking anymore. I slowly pulled away, watching his reaction carefully.

“Ooh…” He breathed out shakily, looking at me with puppy dog eyes. “H-How’d you do that?”

“I-I, I read once that—holding your breath could stop a panic attack.” I answered him softly. “And when we kiss, you hold your breath. Plus, I knew the shock of it would—”

Stiles cut me off, capturing my lips with his. He groaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck and played with the hair on the back of his head. Our lips moved passionately together.

A throat being cleared snapped me out of the little bubble we had created. As I pulled away, Lydia smirked at me, sending me a wink. I rolled my eyes at her.

“That was really smart, babe.” Stiles said, giving me a small grin.

“If she was really smart, she would tell you to sign up for a few sessions with the guidance counselor.” Lydia spoke up teasingly.

Stiles let out a few shaky snickers before freezing.

“What?” I asked.

“Morrell.” Stiles stated, looking at me with serious eyes.

We quickly gathered our stuff and walked out of the locker room, heading to the guidance counselor’s office on the other side of the floor. When we crashed into Ms. Morrell’s office, there was a heavy-set girl sitting in the chair, waiting for Ms. Morrell. The girl looked familiar, but I couldn’t tell from where I knew her.

“Are you here for Ms. Morrell?” Stiles asked, looking at the girl.

“No, I thought this was gym class.” The girl stated sarcastically.

“Sweetheart,” Lydia snarled, twirling to face her. “We’re not in the mood for funny.”

I sighed, “Look, do you know where she is?”

“If I did, I wouldn’t be waiting here for twenty minutes.” The girl said loudly. “So how about you three back out the door and wait your turn?”

“We’re not here for a session.” I told her.

“Well, I am.” The girl sassed. “And I’ve got some serious issues to work on.”

“Hey, wait, wait.” Stiles spoke up. “You’re Danielle. You’re Heather’s best friend.”

That’s where I knew her from. Heather’s party, when she watched her kiss Stiles.

“I was Heather’s best friend.” Danielle corrected him. “We’ve been working on that issue three times a week.”

“Hold on,” Lydia said, turning to Danielle. “Did you say Ms. Morrell’s twenty minutes late?”

“And I don’t know why either,” Danielle added. “She’s always on time.”

Lydia turned to Stiles and I, before speaking in a low tone, “I was seeing her at the beginning of the semester. She was never late.”

“Then she’s not late.” Stiles stated. “She’s missing.”

“What if we’re not the only ones who think she knows something?” I asked them.

Stiles looked at the file cabinet behind the desk and started towards it, saying, “Then I want to know what she knows.”

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Trying to find her.” Stiles answered me, sifting through files.

“Those files are private.” Danielle barked.

“Yeah, she’s kind of right.” Lydia nodded.

Stiles grabbed a folder and pulled it out, squinting at the name. “There’s one with both of your names on it.”

Lydia and I exchanged glanced, thoroughly confused. Why would we have a joint folder?

“Let me see that.” I snapped, taking the folder from Stiles.

Opening the folder, there were dozens of papers in there. The common theme I saw as I drifted through each paper was the drawing of the tree that almost never left my mind.

“Wait, Y/N, that’s your drawing.” Stiles pointed out.

“I know.” I said, giving him a weird look. “It’s a tree.”

“Yeah, good too.” Danielle added.

“Thank you.” I smiled at her.

“No, Y/N, but that’s the same one.” Lydia said. “The same one I draw sometimes.”

“Same as what?” I asked, frustrated.

“The same one I always see you drawing in class and at home.” Stiles stood up from his kneeling position.

“It’s a tree.” I told him. “I like drawing trees.”

“No, but it’s the exact same one. Don’t you see? Give me your bag.” Stiles huffed, clearly getting frustrated with me. I handed him my leather satchel, filled with my notebooks and writing utensils.

He took the notebook from my bag and opened it, turning the pages to reveal a tree on each page, some different sizes.

“There, see?” We compared the tree in my notebook to the one in the folder. It was the exact same one.

“Okay, you can have my session.” Danielle declared. “You got bigger issues.”

I gasped as Stiles kept on flipping through the pages, showing tree after tree. “What the hell is this?”

Stiles then turned the notebook upside down, making the branches of the tree turn into the roots.

He gasped, “I know where they are.”

Stiles burst out of the guidance office and took my hand, pulling me along with him.

“It’s the nemeton.” Stiles told me and Lydia, who was following us curiously. “That’s where she’s keeping them. It has to be…”

“Stilinski! Stark!” Agent McCall called out to us from down the hall.

“Agh, fuck.” Stiles muttered.

As Agent McCall started walking towards us, Stiles turned to Lydia, “All right, look, go to Derek, okay? He and Peter, they’ve been there before, so they’ll know where it is. Tell them it’s the root cellar, all right? They’ll know.”

Lydia nodded and took off. Stiles and I turned around just in time to see Agent McCall towering over us. Jesus, this guy was tall.

“Did you know your dad’s car is in the school parking lot and has been since last night?” Agent McCall asked.

“No.” Stiles shook his head. “What does that mean?”

“It means he’s officially missing.” Agent McCall replied.

He ushered us into an empty classroom and told us to take a seat at the desks in front of the teacher’s desk.

“Stiles, why am I getting the feeling you know something that could help us find your dad?” Agent McCall stated.

“If I did, why would I not tell you?” Stiles asked.

“If it meant helping your dad, why wouldn’t you?” Agent McCall said, looking at Stiles intently.

Stiles perked up and I had a feeling he was about to burst out some rant that neither Agent McCall or I could understand.

“So, you’re asking me to tell you what I wouldn’t not tell you?” Stiles looked at Scott’s dad amused.

“First, I have no idea what you just said.” Agent McCall started. God, now I know where Scott got his brains from. “Second, how about you just help me help you?”

“Well, I don’t know how to help you help me tell you something that would help you if I don’t know it.” Stiles said, raising his eyebrows.

Agent McCall sighed, “Are you doing this on purpose?”

“I don’t know anything, okay?” Stiles told the giant man. “And neither does Y/N. Can we just go?”

“Where are your other friends?” Agent McCall questioned him.

“You mean Scott?”

“I mean Scott.” Agent McCall nodded before going on, “I mean Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, these twins, Ethan and Aiden. I’ve been told your whole little clique didn’t show up at school today.”

Stiles snorted, shaking his head. “I don’t have a clique.”

“Stiles, come on.” Agent McCall sighed. “There’s a pretty disturbing amount of violent activity in this county in the last few months, several murders tied to this school. I don’t know what’s going on here, but it’s serious. And…hey.” He spoke up, getting our attention. “Your dad is missing.”

Stiles looked down, not saying anything.

Agent McCall tensed, standing up and putting his hands in his pockets. “Fine. But I don’t want you guys going home alone. Do you have someone you can stay with tonight?”

“They’re with me.” Dr. Deaton’s clear voice echoed through the empty classroom. I looked at him and sighed with relief.

Allison, Isaac, Stiles, Lydia, Dr. Deaton, and I all gathered at the animal clinic, discussing where the nemeton was. Lydia came back from Derek’s loft and reported that Derek and Peter had their memories of its location taken away by Talia Hale.

“It has to be on a telluric current,” Stiles said. “Or maybe even at the axis of two or where they all intersect.”

“We just know it’s where Derek took Paige to die.” I added, taking Stiles’ hand and squeezing it, hoping to cure his frustration.

“My dad and Gerard were there once.” Allison informed us. “But Gerard said it was years ago, and he couldn’t remember where it was. And my dad obviously isn’t here to tell us now.”

“Yeah, mine either.” Stiles mumbled.

“Then how do we find this place?” Isaac asked.

“There might be a way.” Dr. Deaton interjected. He turned around to face us. “But it’s dangerous and we’re gonna need Scott.”

Dr. Deaton, Stiles, and I drove out to the preserve to meet Scott, who had been with the alpha pact all day. We told him about the nemeton and the same time as he told us.

“How’d you guys find out?” Scott asked, looking surprised.

“Y/N.” Stiles told him, gesturing to me. “You?”

“Morrell.” Scott said. “None of the other alphas know where it is, either.”

“So if this works, are you gonna tell them?” I spoke up.

“I can’t stop Jennifer without them.” Scott declared, nodding his head.

“How about we concentrate on finding your parents first?” Dr. Deaton said, noticing the tension between Scott and Stiles and I.

“What’s the plan?”

“Essentially, you, Allison, and Stiles need to be surrogate sacrifices for your parents.” Dr. Deaton answered Scott’s question.

“We die for them?” Scott asked, shocked.

“But he can bring us back.” Stiles claimed. He looked to Dr. Deaton, doubting himself. “You can—you can bring us back, right?”

“You remember the part where I said it was dangerous?” Dr. Deaton reminded Stiles. He nodded. “If it goes right, the three of you will be dead for a few seconds, but there’s something else you need to think about. This is a dangerous thing for more reasons than one. You’ll be giving power back to the nemeton, a place that hasn’t had power for a long time. This kind of power is like a magnet. It attracts the supernatural, the kind of things that a family like the Argents can fill the pages of a bestiary with. It will draw them here, like a beacon.”

“Doesn’t sound any worse than anything we’ve already seen.” Stiles shrugged.

“You’d be surprised at what you have yet to see.” Dr. Deaton breathed.

“Is that it?” Scott wondered.

“No.” Dr. Deaton shook his head. “It’ll also have an effect on the three of you. You won’t be able to see it, but you’ll feel it every day for the rest of your lives. It’ll be a kind of a darkness around your heart, and permanent, like a scar.”

“Like a tattoo.” Scott whispered.

Lydia, Isaac, and I had the job of putting the bags of ice in the three large tubs. I was having déjà vu something serious, but I put it to the back of my mind. Instead my focus was on how Stiles was going to be dead for a couple of minutes. I didn’t know how I felt about this whole situation, but I knew I wasn’t going to stop him. This was for his dad. He didn’t want to lose him and I understood that. I understood more than anyone.

After the tubs were filled with herbs and ice, we all gathered together. I stood by Stiles, wrapping my arm around his waist and resting my head on his bicep.

“All right.” Dr. Deaton said, looking at Stiles. “What did you bring?”

“Um, I got my dad’s badge.” Stiles said, taking Noah’s crushed badge out of his sweatshirt pocket. “Jennifer kind of crushed it in her hand, so I tried hammering it out a bit. Still doesn’t look great.”

“Well, it doesn’t need to look good if it has meaning.” Dr. Deaton gave Stiles a small smile.

“Is that an actual silver bullet?” Isaac asked Allison, looking at the bullet in her hand.

She nodded. “My dad made it. It’s kind of a ceremonial thing. When one of us finished learning all the skills to be a hunter, we forge a silver bullet as a testament to the code.”

Dr. Deaton nodded before turning his head to Scott. “Scott?”

Scott held up his mom’s watch. “My dad got my mom this watch when she first got hired at the hospital. She used to say it was the only thing in their marriage that ever worked.”

“Okay.” Dr. Deaton said, catching everyone’s attention. “The three of you will get in. Lydia, Isaac, and Y/N will hold each of you down until you’re essentially…well, dead. But it’s not just someone to hole you under. It needs to be someone who can pull you back, someone that has a strong connection to you, a kind of emotional tether.”

I squeezed Stiles’ hand, assuming that I was going with him. Lydia and Allison smiled at each other and Lydia went to go stand by her.

“Lydia…” Dr. Deaton said, catching her attention. “You go with Scott.”

Allison, Isaac, Scott, and Lydia exchanged looks.

“Are you sure?” Allison asked Dr. Deaton. “I mean, Scott and I both have to go under.”

Allison and Isaac looked at each other for a long time, making Scott’s expression fall.

Scott cleared his throat and nodded at Allison, saying, “It’s okay.”

Scott walked away, and Stiles and I followed him.

“You okay, Scotty?” I asked, putting my hand on his arm.

“Yeah.” Scott nodded, looking down at the floor.

“Okay, well, I just wanted to say that I love you.” I wrapped my arms around his middle. Scott laughed and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Scott chuckled. “You’re my sister.”

“And you’re my brother.” I gave him a smile as I pulled away and turned to Stiles.

I pointed at the love of my life. “You, sir, I love you so, so, so much. So you better come back.”

Stiles grinned and grabbed my hand, pulling my body towards him. He placed some sweet kisses from my jaw trailing to my mouth, before placing a big, sloppy kiss on my lips.

“I love you, too, baby.” He cooed. “And with you as my emotional tether, how could I not come back?”

“We’re ready!” Dr. Deaton called for us to come out to the main exam room.

The boys took off their jackets and handed them to me to put with my purse. Together, the three of us walked out to where the tubs of water were waiting.

Allison was the first to move, putting her foot in the icy water and gasping. Stiles went next, but before he could move, he looked back at me for reassurance. I nodded, mouthing the words ‘I love you’ to him. That seemed to give him more confidence, stepping into the tub. Scott followed after him, clutching his mom’s watch.

Stiles shook with how cold the water was and when I came up behind him to put my shaky hands on his shoulders, he was shivering and gasping.

“By the way,” Stiles said to Scott. “If I don’t make it back and you do, you should probably know something. Your dad’s in town.”

With a nod from Deaton, Isaac, Lydia, and I pushed down on Allison, Scott, and Stiles, respectively, pushing their heads under the icy water.

A tear dripped from my face into the water below as I saw Stiles’ face. He was dead, and I didn’t know if he was coming back.

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