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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 45: Break In to Break Out

"What I'm about to show you isn't supposed to exist," Deaton explained. They looked confused as he pulled out a bunch of pictures. He placed the first picture on the table.

"This is the only surviving evidence of Dr. Valack's time as Chief Medical Officer of Eichen House."

"This is fucked…", Sam muttered, looking at the picture.

One person had no skin around his mouth visibly showing teeth.

"To call it human experimentation would be charitable.", Deaton frowned.

Scott took a picture of a woman that was covering her ears and seemed to be yelling in pain. "A Banshee. She died screaming."

The teens watched as he placed a couple more pictures, but these victims had drilled holes in their heads.

"So, he drilled holes into their heads?", Stiles asked. "All of them?"

"That was the experimentation part," Deaton explained. Stiles frowned, concerned. "He did it to Werewolves, Banshees, Wendigos, any creature he could get his hands on. And Valack found that trepanation would initially heighten their powers, but to levels that it couldn't be contained."

"So, he's trying to make Lydia more powerful.", Sam said.

"Yeah. Except she's going to end up like them.", Stiles said. "Worse, actually.", Deaton said. Sam's eyes widened. "How worse?"

"Lydia's abilities were already pretty exceptional, to begin with. Putting a hole in her head will be like causing a leak in a nuclear reactor. She'll hear everything. Every death, every dying scream, all at once.", Deaton explained.

"That's going to kill her.", Scott said, worriedly.

"Not only that…", Deaton started. "Her own dying scream could be so powerful that it might actually kill everyone around her as well.", he said, making everyone shrink with dread.

"There's four steps.", Stiles said, walking them through his plan. "We get into Eichen, we get into the Closed Unit, we get Lydia, get out."

"And we have to do all of this while getting past orderlies," Scott brought up. "Guards, electric door locks, and a Mountain Ash barrier."

"You have a plan for all of that?", Malia questioned.

Stiles held up a pass. "I stole this last night off an orderly."

Sam was ready to scold him, "Stiles–"

"But it's useless 'cause they reset the codes each night.", Stiles explained quickly.

"So why did you take it?", Kira asked.

"I'm getting to that.", Stiles replied.

"The only way to get Lydia out of Eichen is to make that keycard work again.", Scott said.

"How are you going to do that?", Liam asked, and Sam nodded in agreement.

"We're getting to that," Stiles repeated, "Okay, just listen." He turned his computer towards them. "I pulled all the history off the key card. Two weeks ago, there was a brownout and the security system rebooted. During a reboot, all of the key cards revert back to a default code."

"So, if we trigger a reboot…"

"The card goes back to the default code." Liam finished.

"It'll work again."

"Okay, so how're we gonna cause a brownout?", Sam asked.

"That's Kira's part.", Scott said, looking at Kira. "You're going to draw power from the mainline." She looked a bit worried. "But only enough to cause the brownout."

"Not a blackout," Stiles said, firmly. "Do that and you send Eichen into a lockdown which would be bad. Very, very bad."

"There's an electrical room behind the reception counter.", Scott said and pointed to the room on the blueprint. "The main power line goes into two breakers that run power to all of Eichen."

Kira laughed nervously, "Okay, slight problem. I don't know how to do that."

"That's okay." Scott replied. "You have time to practice."

"Okay, let's say all this goes perfectly.", Sam said. "How do we cause a brownout and how does that help us get into the Closed Unit of Eichen?"

"The system takes five minutes to reboot.", Stiles replied. "In that five minutes all the alarms will be turned off and the key card should work."

"Liam, Sam, we'll get Stiles to the gate of the Closed Unit," Scott explained. "But after that, he has to go on his own. We can't get past the Mountain Ash barrier. And when we're gone, all anyone's going to think is that there was a security system reboot caused by a brownout."

Stiles nodded in agreement then looked at all of the rest, "Uh, any questions?"

Liam looked confused, "How do we get into Eichen House in the first place?"

"What's our worst-case scenario?", Malia asked.

"What if I can't do it?", Kira asked worriedly.

"Okay, admittedly, a lot could go wrong," Stiles said.

"Everything could go wrong," Liam said.

"That's why we need to make a good plan.", Sam said, making her friends look at her. "If we don't do this right, we could lose Lydia."

"She's going to die in there tonight," Scott said. "And she might take a lot of innocent people with her."

The next day, Scott, Sam, Stiles and Liam went to prepare for the break-in, while Kira and Malia were practicing at the school instead.

Melissa went to hand out some black body bags to Liam but then handed it to Scott instead. Liam's face dropped slightly.

"Just promise you're not coming back in one of these.", Scott's mom warned them.

"We're coming back with Lydia.", Scott assured.

Melissa nodded and relaxed her shoulders a bit. "Okay."

"We still don't know who's actually doing this." Liam said. "Who the Beast is."

"We'll find out.", Scott reassured.

Melissa grabbed more bags.

"Someone we know?" Liam asked.

"Might be, knowing this town.", Sam said, grabbing some bags from Scott's mom.

"You think he even knows he's doing it?", Liam questioned.

"How are you so sure it's a he?", Melissa asked and practically threw some more black bags at Liam with a glare.

Sam looked between Liam and Melissa before looking at Scott with a raised eyebrow.

He gave a weak smile and mouthed, "Theo." Sam rolled her eyes.

"You still mad at me?", Liam asked, nearly shrinking under the older woman's glare.

"No.", Melissa replied. "But if you try to kill my son again, I'll put you in one of these myself.", she said, making Sam's eyes widen at the underclassman.

Liam took a step backward and Scott looked at his mom with slightly widened eyes. She turned around while Sam gave Scott another questioning, concerned look.

"She's still mad," Liam whispered, looking down.

The next day, the supernatural teens went to school and discussed the plans in the library.

"My Dad's got the lab working on the shoe prints," Stiles said. "But, uh, we're both kind of mystified about how giant clawed werewolf prints turned back into a pair of sneakers."

"Argent said it wouldn't be like anything we've seen before.", Scott said. "Did he say it was going to defy the laws of physics?" Stiles asked.

Sam chuckled. "You know, you can be really dramatic."

The trio stopped as they saw Theo standing by a bookshelf and pretending to look through a book.

Sam immediately felt defensive. "What the fuck is he doing here."

"I still need to graduate, Sammy.", Theo said.

"No. No.", Stiles disagreed. "What you need is to be beaten severely with a lead pipe wrapped in barbed wire…"

Theo cut him off. "Okay, I admit that mistakes were made."

"Murders.", Stiles corrected. "Murders were made."

"Not only that, you drugged me and kidnapped me.", Sam added.

"Technically, Tracy did it.", Theo said before flipping a page in the book he held. "You know how the Soviets helped us win World War II?"

He looked back up at Stiles. Stiles rolled his eyes, not responding. "They knew how to make it through a Russian winter." He looked at Scott expectantly.

"That it?", Stiles asked. "Okay. Thank you, Theo. Very informative."

Stiles pushed his two friends away from Theo but stopped as Theo continued. "If you're planning to break Lydia out of Eichen House, you still need to get past the Mountain Ash."

Stiles crossed his arms. "We can make it through. You can't."

"What do you really want?", Scott asked.

"I know you saw the fresco," Theo replied. The trio looked confused. "Two seriously pissed off creatures, the Hellhound, and the Beast, fighting over a pile of dead bodies. I don't want to be one of the bodies, it's that simple. I can get you to Lydia."

Sam let out a laugh. "Please. You want us to trust you?"

Theo shrugged. "Or we can see who gets her first." He placed the book back onto the shelf and walked away.

Sam shook her head. "I hate him."

"There's no way he knows what Valack's doing.", Stiles said. "Why's he so interested in her?"

"He probably thinks what we're all thinking," Scott said. "That Lydia's got something bigger to do with this. That, maybe, she's the only one who can actually save us."

"How far can we get without the brownout?", Liam asked. Kira practiced, but she blew up the whole grid.

The teens went to Scott's house, figuring out how to get Lydia first. "The front door." Stiles said sarcastically after watching Kira fail multiple times.

"We're going.", Scott replied.

"Scott, we went through boxes of light bulbs," Kira said.

Scott turned to Kira, "It doesn't matter. You can do this."

"Their key card won't work unless there's a reboot.", she said. "And there's no reboot without a brownout."

Scott moved closer to her. "I know you can do this." Scott turned around to look at his friends. "Anyone here thinks she can't?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"Not me," Liam answered.

"I was the one who put you in the plan." Stiles reminded him.

Then Stiles looked at Sam and Malia.

"I believe in you.", Sam said, shrugging, and looked at Malia.

"What?", she asked.

"I believe in you too, Kira.", Stiles whispered.

"I'm the one who's going to be locked in an electrical room with her.", Malia said, with furrowed eyebrows. She turned to Kira. "You can do it."

She glared back at Stiles as Scott nodded in approval.

Kira shook her head and looked back at Scott, "You guys are all crazy. We're gonna die."

The teens were placed in body bags, settled in the back of Parrish's cop car. The car suddenly stopped, causing the teens to set themselves straight.

They heard Parrish roll down his window then a few footsteps steps approaching the cop car.

"Delivery to the morgue," Parrish said.

"I don't see you on the list.", someone said.

"You heard about the animal attacks, right?", Parrish asked.

"The hospital ran out of refrigerated drawers and Eichen's got the only other up-to-code morgue in the county.", Parrish said.

"Let's have a look.", the man replied.

"I don't think you want to do that," Parrish warned. "The stench back there almost made me pass out while driving."

"Open the back of the van, please.", the man replied, annoyed.

Parrish sighed and opened his car door and then slammed it shut. The teens froze as the back door opened. A light shone over their bags.

"I'll need to log the names off the toe tags." The man said. "There's significant decomp.", Parrish replied. "They were found in the county tunnels past rigor."

"Open them up, please."

Parrish went on and unzipped the only bag that had an actual dead body inside.

Scott and Liam tried their best not to gag.

The man gagged and Parrish started unzipping Sam's bag really slowly. "No, no.", the man said. "Go, just go."

Appreciatively, the back doors slammed shut.

Parrish entered the car and drove on. After a couple of minutes, the back door opened, and each teen was taken and laid on top of tables.

Once they were left alone, they hurriedly poke their fingers through the zipper and unzipped the bag.

Sam and Liam gasped for air as Stiles glared at Scott. "Never again.", he said, and Sam nodded in agreement.

Scott sighed and nodded in agreement. He looked down at his phone. "Fifteen minutes," Scott said. "Starting now."

Stiles rushed to get out of his bag and fell. "Ow."

The three werewolves just shook their heads and got out of their bags.

Scott and Sam ran to the door and pressed their ears against it. They heard footsteps getting nearby, but then slowly faded away.

They stepped away as Scott opened the door and rushed out of the room with them.

They crept down some hallways and all jumped back as they saw some of the staff waiting by the door at the end of the other hall.

"What the hell are they doing here?", Sam whispered.

"I don't know," Stiles replied. "Their rounds should've ended five minutes ago." He leaned a bit forward to see what was going on.

"I can take them," Liam said, bravely.

"We're not doing shit unless we have to.", Sam shot down. She shrugged. "Well… I could knock them out."

"No. No one is taking anyone.", Scott scolded.

"How much time?", Stiles whispered.

Scott took out his phone. He sighed. "Three minutes."

"I'll just knock them out and hide their bodies," Liam said, making Sam look at him with wide eyes. Stiles looked at him and shook his head. "Oh, my God, please stop."

They jumped at the sound of a loud thud and saw a patient appeared in his room. His door was transparent as he glared at the teen in front of him and pressed himself against the glass.

"Did you take the doctor?", the patient asked. He looked their age or at least younger than them. Liam frowned. "What?", he whispered.

"Did you take the doctor?", the patient asked again.

Scott glanced over at the staff and leaned back.

"I haven't had my medication. I need ten milligrams at 8 am, 15 milligrams at 1 pm, and no more than 20 at dinner.", the patient said.

"We'll get the doctor," Scott whispered.

"Dr. Fenris.", the patient replied. "Dr. Fenris." Then he started sobbing. "They took Dr. Fenris." He slammed his hand against the glass window, making the teens jump.

The patient continued slamming both of his hands repeatedly. "I haven't had my medication. I need to see the doctor. They took Dr. Fenris." He slammed his hands once more.

"Hey, somebody shut him up," Stiles said, annoyed.

"I need to see the doctor."

"Shut him up," Stiles said, looking at Scott.

They watched as Scott's eyes turned red. He let out a low growl at the patient.

The guy's eyes widened, and he took a few steps back. The staff opened a side door and left, making the teens let out a simultaneous sigh.

Stiles motioned them to follow him. They ran down to the small door at the end of the hallway. Suddenly, the emergency lights turned on.

"She did it.", Liam said, astonished. "Kira did it."

"Five minutes to get to Lydia," Scott said. They made it to the door and Stiles grabbed the handle but paused in shock.

The card reader wasn't there.

"Where's the card reader?", Stiles asked. They looked around the door. "It should be here. It has to be here."

"They must have taken it out when the Dread Doctors got through," Scott said, frustrated.

"We came here for nothing?", Sam asked.

Liam shook his head, "We don't need a key." He looked at Sam and Scott. "Not if we can break it down."

The three werewolves started pushing on the door.

"There's no way this thing is this strong. Why can't we just ram it?", Sam asked.

"Guys, we're running out of time," Stiles said. The werewolves stopped, realizing the sudden weakness.

"We can't.", Scott told him. "The Mountain Ash. It's too much."

"Hit me.", Liam whispered to Scott.

"What?", Scott asked, confused. Liam turned around to him.

"Hit me." He repeated. "I'll get angry then I'll get stronger."

Scott looked at Sam and Stiles confused. Stiles encouraged him. "Hit him." Scott looked at him with concerned eyes. "Hit him!"

"I tried to take your powers." Liam told Scott. "I tried to kill you. Hit me!"

Stiles instigated. "He also left you for dead."

"I wanted you dead!", Liam said angrily then Scott threw him a punch straight into his face.

Liam groaned in pain. "Do it again.", he said, looking at Scott. Scott punched him once more. Liam yelled in pain.

"It's gotta be harder than that.", Stiles said.

"Do it!", Liam yelled. "Do it!"

"Yeah!", Stiles encouraged, then Scott threw another punch, growling. Liam yelled in pain and huffed. Both boys were angry now.

"You angry?", Scott asked. Liam looked back at him, his eyes glowing with golden anger.

"Let's do this.", Sam said and then they pushed at the door once more, finally clattering off of its hinges.

Stiles went ahead and Scott shook his head, "Only two minutes."

"We're never going to get through," Scott said. "We have to. If something happens to Stiles, we won't be able to get to Lydia.", Sam said and started pushing against the invisible barrier.

"There's Mountain Ash in half of the building, Sam." Scott said, groaning. "The key card doesn't work anymore,"

"Scott, are you or are you not the true alpha?", Sam pressed, looking at him with hardened eyes. Scott frowned and walked next to her, pushing against the barrier.

The older werewolves let out a groan as they shoved against the barricade that flashed a blue light.

"You've gotten through it before, though, right?", Liam asked.

Scott huffed, wrapping an arm around his side. "Ah, it was a life-or-death situation," Scott said.

"Scott, this is a life-or-death situation. Literally.", Sam said, continuing to push against the barrier.

"Stiles and Lydia had five minutes to get in and out.", Liam whispered. "It's been almost ten. The reboot's over."

"And then there are the four security guards," Liam said, looking behind them.

"What guards?", Scott asked, gaining Sam's attention. Scott turned around and they saw four guards coming their way.

The guards looked furious, and each held an electrical baton.

Shit.

Just before a guard could swing on them, Sam knocked one of them to the side by their shadow, groaning and panting softly in sudden fatigue.

The mountain ash was stronger than she thought.

Another guard slammed his baton into her, and it electrocuted her. Sam fell to the ground as well as Scott and Liam, while the guards managed to hold them down on the ground and electrocuted them.

The supernatural teens let out yells of pain as the guards pressed their batons into them further. Scott's eyes brightened in red as he looked at Sam and Liam. Their eyes brightened as well as they got up and fought the guards off.

The three werewolves huffed, and Scott looked at his betas. “Let’s go get Lydia.”

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cmnzoq · 1 year

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Theo was already corrupted before the Dread Doctors got to him.

In 5x19 they literally say it point out that he was basically already evil to some extent. At 31:05 "Not a complete failure. We learned from you"

And what they learned is that you need someone "innocent/good" and corrupting them to create the perfect evil. Hence why they took Mason.

Theo was a failure because he was already corrupted, because he was already to some extent "evil"

(5x19)

The dread doctors didn't "torture" Theo to the extent some people make it out to be either. He WAS a willing participant. Yes, he was a child so there for, yes it's iffy, and I am not saying Theo didn't get affected by the Dread Doctors at all and what happened.

The thing is he isn't some innocent little kid they just choose to corrupt. He wanted to be a Chimera, that's why he killed his sister. So that the Doctors could transplant it into him making him a natural Chimera.

In 5x11 Dr Valack explains that Theo was the first step in the right direction for the Dread Doctors for making the "perfect evil" and is the reason they changed their methods in creating one.

They changed their methods to "corrupting something truly good" to create the "perfect evil" because they originally thought to create the "perfect evil" they had to start with the "perfect killer" that is said as stated before.

#theo raeken #teen wolf #character analysis #his character is so cool #I could talk about it for ages

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princeescaluswords · 2 years

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Thinking of the episode where Deaton is abducted by the Darach and the appearance of the moths. Moths symbolize many things in different cultures, including transformation, rebirth, regeneration, omens, the underworld.

Why has nobody talked about the fear Deaton must've felt when he knew he was next? He saw the moths and his experience and knowledge told him that he was being targeted so he called Scott reluctantly because he doesn't want to drag him into this kind of thing. But Scott comes to his rescue in that dark vault like he's saving him from the underworld.

Here's something that the vast majority of people in the fandom miss consistently: Deaton is one of the most powerful characters in the show.

And the reason they miss it? Deaton is one of the most benevolent characters in the show.

The interplay between benevolence and power is often overlooked, which is extraordinarily weird because it's a dynamic that is central to the stories being told. I've talked often about Teen Wolf's recurring theme that the pain a character endures does not give them the right to inflict pain on others. We see this especially in the stories of Peter, Derek, Gerard, Matt, Deucalion, Jennifer, Meredith, and Monroe. We also see its antithesis in Scott's evolution into a True Alpha. But many people miss the same theme embodied in Alan Deaton's behavior.

Most likely they miss this because Deaton's power and benevolence are expressed in terms of boundaries. There are things that Deaton will not do (as opposed to cannot do) and there are things that he will not allow others to do.

Deaton's power isn't flashy, but it is undeniable. His preternatural calm in the face of danger, his courage, his undeniable intelligence and the breadth and depth of his knowledge, all reveal that he could be a formidable force of destruction if he allowed himself to be, but it is also coupled with a respect for others, even others he does not like. I think it's necessary to site some instances to remind people.

He was kidnapped and beaten by Derek Hale in Season 1. While the narrative's intention to create suspicion about him being the alpha might have obscured what he actually did, his response to this was not to get Derek in trouble. He could have easily have influenced the Sheriff, his friend, that Derek Hale, a person once arrested on suspicion for killing his sister, had attacked him. Unlike Laura's murder, Derek did do this. While fandom natters on about Deaton not helping Derek, he absolutely did help Derek by covering for him.

He also helps Derek in Season 2, even without Derek making the slightest gesture of apology for his actions in Season 1 (a Derek specialty). He provides Derek with the ketamine (a completely illegal act that could have cost him his license) and cares for Derek after Peter uses him and leaves him unconscious in the burned-out Hale House. In their rage over his criticism of Derek's behavior, fandom misses that Deaton, especially after Derek assaulted and slashed up his protégé, could have chosen to give Derek and his pack over to the Argents. He could have advised Scott to stay out of it, instead of giving Scott the information about the Argent Bestiary that helped solve the mystery of the kanima. But he didn't because he avoids the resentment that other people indulge in and acts for the good of others.

I could do this for every season, because in each one Deaton constantly assists others through actions that vary from infiltrating Yakuza families to enduring Dr. Valack's stare to visiting secret Russian biowarfare labs. But the way he helps the most is about offering advice and guidance, which, according to Peter Hale, is "what they do." And like most good advice, it remains only that. There is no manipulation, because Deaton derives absolutely no benefit from anything he suggests. And it is always done with an awareness of the autonomy and value of other people, even when acting in an emergency, such as when he takes the time to ask Lydia to help him with a de-aged Derek: "Lydia, I'm going to try something. I want you to keep holding his hand if that's okay."

The important thing to remember is that he was under no obligation to act this way. There is no evidence of an exterior force enforcing behavior; the only thing governing his actions, as Jennifer demonstrated, was his own will. Imagine what he could have accomplished if the person who turned to Kali and said "Not here, you won't" or snuck up on and poisoned a nogitsune had chosen differently.

That's why the thing that always struck me in the scene you talk about above is his reluctance to involve Scott. He knows that the Darach is sacrificing people. He knows that he fits the sacrificial profile. He's being attacked in his place of power, but he realizes the Darach is significantly stronger than him (which is obviously due to his own choices). His only hope for survival is turning to the young man whom he's been mentoring for great things, but he prefaces his request for aid with how much he regrets it.

Too often, narratives signify power in what a character can do. Teen Wolf had a character who signified the power he possessed in what a character chose not to do. It's not just Deaton choosing not to be a villain, but he also chose not to be the power behind the throne. He could have given Scott his marching orders; I'm sure Scott would have many times wanted an adult to tell him what he needed to do, especially if he trusted him like Scott trusted Deaton for good reason. Unfortunately, in the present cultural environment, it's easy to miss.

#alan deaton #alan deaton defense squad #scott mccall #teen wolf meta

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dailyscottficrec · 1 year

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Sat Mar 4, 2023

bellerophon by spikeface

Author summary:

At sixteen, Theo's life changes forever when he's kidnapped by the Dread Doctors, who turn him into a chimera as part of their mission to resurrect the Beast of Gévaudan. Theo, Lydia, and Stiles eventually defeat the Dread Doctors and the Beast—with the help of Dr. Valack, who then takes over Eichen House. After Valack is defeated, the three face Der Soldat and the Wild Hunt.

Now, it's been two months since the Hunt finally ended. At this point, Theo has given up on ever feeling safe again, but he'll settle for a quiet senior year, and it seems like he might even get it.

That's when Scott McCall, whom no one has seen in eight years, blows back into town.

Reasons to love the fic: We can start with me vibrating with excitement over dark! Scott. I was soo excited. We can then add how much I love aus and especially canon divergent ones. I love all of the little hints about how things are different and how things are the same filter through Theo's eyes here. Gyahh. This fic is so fun, and I am eagerly awaiting the next part!

Be sure and let the author know if you enjoyed the fic!

#teen wolf #scott mccall #theo raeken #sceo #au #mar 4 2023

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ao3feed-peterstiles · 1 year

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Not All Is As It Seems

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/46465387

by LaumathefirstFae

The Pack is about to find out more about Dragons then even most Dragons know. How will they handle what they find out?

Words: 3251, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 22 of The Boy Who Runs With Wolves

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Cora Hale, Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Melissa McCall, Noah Stilinski, Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura, Anastasia Landulf, Jordan Parrish, Chris Argent, Ethan (Teen Wolf), Aiden (Teen Wolf), Landulf Pack, Dr. Gabriel Valack, Braden Tandy

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Cora Hale/Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Melissa McCall/Sheriff Stilinski, Anastasia Landulf/Jordan Parrish

Additional Tags: Smut, Pack Dynamics, Pack Feels, Pack Bonding, Full Shift Werewolves, mention of past rape

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/46465387

#ao3feed #teen wolf #steter #fanfic #peterstiles

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harringtonstilinski · 2 years

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 76 ; Lie Ability

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 6,132 Warnings: angst, squint for fluff + at the end, mentions of blood, theo, dr valack, multiple pov switches A/N: Hi, friends! Chapter 76 is here, and it’s super hella late! Life with a pre-k’r and a 5.5 month old is very hectic; one, the baby’s teething, plus the little has had multiple breakdowns && two, him and i both got sick.. If you’ve stuck with me for this long, I appreciate you! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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I watched as Theo came back into the room, picking Lydia up and taking her out into the hallway. Corey came back in and wrapped my free arm around his shoulders. “I’m so sorry. For everything. I’ll make it up,” he whispered.

“Let’s not worry about that right now,” I whispered back. “Just help get us out of here.”

He took me into the hallway, Theo grabbing both mine and Lydia’s necks with his claws.

Welp, I found Stiles… well, his presence anyway. Right behind me. Told you he wouldn’t be very far.

Parrish walked down the hallway in his Hellhound form, a growling look on his face.

“Back off,” Theo said. He dug his claws into my neck, and I’m sure Lydia’s, too, causing me to whimper in pain. “I said back off.”

As Parrish stopped, I waved my hand in a go away motion, knowing that Stiles was watching… he didn’t go anywhere.. figures.

“Take him,” Theo said.

“The guy’s on fire,” Corey protested.

“You’ll heal. Do it,” Theo demanded.

Instead of Corey attacking Parrish, it was Tracy. Freaking hothead. She put her venomous claws into Parrish’s stomach… which did nothing but make him slap her.

Josh was the next to move, breaking off a pipe and grabbing the wires it was protecting, then putting his hand on Parrish’s shoulder… which again did nothing. “Theo, this isn’t working!”

Parrish shoved Josh into the wall, causing him to fall to the ground… much like Tracy.

After hearing the trepanation drill, Lydia and I both fell to the floor at Theo’s scream.

“Sorry, Theo. I’m not done with them yet,” Valack said. He picked up both Lydia and I and turned us around, ready to make his departure with us, when I saw Stiles. I smiled a little, sending him all my love and gratitude.

Feeling pain all throughout my body, I groaned in pain at the same time I heard Corey screaming. Since I had clenched my eyes shut, all I could feel was movement… and that movement was me. I opened my eyes just in time to see Corey land against Stiles, both of them going down to the ground.

Valack moved me and Lydia past Stiles and Corey’s direction, where Stiles and I made brief eye contact.

“Stiles!” I yelled.

He had just gotten Corey off of him as we passed them and through a different door. I couldn’t hear much after the door closed other than Stiles yelling, “Hey! Emma!”

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THIRD PERSON POV

At seeing his girlfriend and her best friend being taken, basically against their wills, Stiles pounded on the door, repeating his girlfriend’s name. “Emma! Emma!”

Meanwhile, after taking out four guards, Liam put his hand up to see if the Mountain Ash barrier was still ignited… it was.

Scott pulled a keycard off a guard as well as his walkie talkie, pressing the button to speak into it. “Does anyone have eyes on the Closed Unit? I need a status report.”

“It’s a war zone down here,” a guard replied.

“Uh… 10-4. And what about the patients? Lydia Martin and Emma Thomas?” he said. He knew somewhere in his gut that Emma might’ve been taken because of her Banshee abilities, so he decided to throw her name into the pot.

“Who is this?” Guard asked.

Scott had to think of his feet for this one. “It’s… Unit Nine.”

“There is no Unit Nine. Who is this? How did you get--”

The guard was interrupted by Scott squeezing the walkie talkie and dropping it, letting it break into pieces.

“Alright. We need to figure out another way to get into this Closed Unit,” Scott said.

“How do we get through the Mountain Ash?” Liam asked.

“I don’t know yet. But there’s somebody else here who might be able to help us.”

“Who?”

“Meredith.”

~~~

Stiles was relentless trying to get the door open.

“Let me try,” Theo said. He took a few steps forward, kicking the door down.

Stiles looked at him for a moment before running past Theo and into another set of hallways.

“You’re not gonna find them without me,” Theo said before following Stiles.

~~~

Scott and Liam made their way to Meredith’s cell, opening the door and walking in, Liam closing it behind them.

“Meredith?” Scott said. “Meredith? It’s Scott. Scott McCall.”

Meredith was sitting in a chair facing the wall beside her bed unmoving as Scott and Liam looked at each other. Scott moved his hand forward, turning Meredith’s chair around, both boys looking confused while she was looking almost catatonic.

~~~

Stiles turned a corner down one of the hallways, running as fast as he could to try and get to his girlfriend and their best friend.

“Stiles,” Theo said, catching up to him. “I want them out of here, too.”

All Stiles could do was shake his head at Theo.

“I’ve got their scents.”

“What do you want?” Stiles asked.

“What’s the difference?” Theo asked, eyebrows scrunched.

Stiles made a disapproval hum, not trusting that Theo wanted Emma safe, Lydia as well.

“I can find them. You can’t.”

At the sound of steam bellowing from the window above them, Theo opened the door that was to his left, Stiles following him into the room, which ended up being the shower room. Every male in the room cowered back, afraid that they were gonna hurt them.

Theo eyed a patient and walked towards him, moving him out of the way of a grate. Stiles walked up next to Theo before they both crouched down, looking into one of the entrances of the tunnels.

“It leads to the tunnels, doesn’t it?” Theo asked.

Stiles nodded slightly. “There’s miles of them. They could be anywhere by now.”

~~~

Back with Meredith, Scott walked over to her side, sitting on her bed and holding her hand in his. “Hey, Meredith,” he said. “Can you hear me? We need your help. We’re trying to find Lydia and Emma. We’re trying to get them out of here.”

Liam looked from the windows of the cell back over to Scott. “Scott, I think we better go.”

“Meredith, listen,” Scott continued. “There has to be another way to get to Lydia and Emma. We can’t get past the Mountain Ash. How do we find them?”

Meredith didn’t say anything, just stayed staring into the abyss.

“Scott,” Liam tried again.

Scott looked at Meredith for a few more seconds before he got up and started to walk away, but she grabbed his hand and started pulling it to the back of her neck, asking him to tap into her memories to see for himself.

“I could hurt you,” Scott softly warned. She let go of his fingers once they were near the back of her neck, continuing her silent asking. “Okay,” Scott said. He flicked his claws out, placing the tips on the back of her neck. He quickly glanced at Liam before putting his eyes back on Meredith.

Scott pulled back about three inches from Meredith’s neck before plunging his claws right where he needed, Meredith gasping.

Once Scott was inside of Meredith's brain, he could see himself with his claws in Meredith, and Liam… who he was standing behind.

Next he knew, he was standing at the end of a dark hallway, just opening his eyes. He saw Meredith standing at the other end. He called out to her, only for her to turn the corner, silently telling him to follow her. So he did. She stopped at the end of another hallway, turning that corner as well, Scott following.

What he saw when he turned the corner scared him; Emma and Lydia on their knees, hands on either side of their heads. The expression Lydia wore was one of pain, maybe trying to hold back a scream, but the look on Emma’s face scared him the most; tears running down her cheeks, clenched teeth, holding back a scream. He knew that Emma’s abilities were a little more advanced than Lydia’s because of her family tree. Plus, ritually sacrificing herself to save her dad was the cherry on top of the cake.

Both girls opened their mouths to scream, but no sound came out of their mouths.

“They don’t have much time,” Meredith said.

Scott turned to look at her. “What’s happening to them?”

“They’re both being consumed by their power, Emma especially. Dr. Valack thinks it’s worth it if they can answer the question.”

“But why bring Emma into this?”

“Because of her family history. She’s a Banshee, yes, but she’s also part werewolf.” “We’re all aware,” Scott said.

“The werewolf side started dying after she saw her suppressed memory,” Meredith informed.

Scott turned back to look at his best friends, going back to an earlier statement. “What question?” Meredith turned her head and looked at him. “Who is the Beast?”

Scott looked at her in return. “They can answer that?”

“Not yet. Not until the screams in both their heads are loud enough to kill them.”

They both looked back at the girls in front of them.

“How do I get to them?” Scott asked.

“You can’t,” Meredith answered. “You won’t be able to get past the Mountain Ash. But someone else might be able to.”

“Who?” Scott asked, looking at Meredith for the millionth time.

She took a second to look back at him. “The Hellhound.”

“You mean Parrish?”

“All three of them are connected. Emma and Jordan moreso. Find the Hellhound--” she looked back at the Banshees. “And he’ll find the Banshees.”

Scott retracted his claws from Meredith’s neck, letting her head fall gently back.

“Save them,” Meredith’s voice said before the cell door opened up.

Scott looked over and saw a very tall dark skinned orderly, his mouth opening a little… before watching the man fall to his face with a confused look. He looked over to the door, seeing Liam standing there with his fists up.

“Oh,” Liam panted. “Is he out?”

Scott looked down at the orderly, saying, “Yeah.”

Liam put his thumb up, saying, “Okay,” before falling right to the floor.

~~~

Theo walked up to a few pipes on the wall, putting his ear up to them.

“I thought you had their scent,” Stiles said.

“I lost it,” Theo informed.

At this point in his journey to find the love of his life, Stiles was getting a little agitated. “So find it again.”

With his ear near the pipes, Theo asked, “What do you smell down here, Stiles?”

Without missing a beat, Stiles clapped back with, “Chemicals and fecal matter. Although, I’m pretty sure the fecal matter is you.”

Emma would be proud of that statement. She always liked it when Stiles clapped back with something sarcastic like that. Reminded her of the days before Scott was bit… and a little bit after.

Theo shook his head, facing back forward and putting his ear up against the pipes again. “I smell it, too. It’s all that I can smell. Which is why I’m trying something else. So can you please shut up and let me concentrate?”

“I’m gonna find her,” Stiles said, moving to walk ahead without Theo. He got a few feet before Theo decided to follow him.

“You know you won’t, Stiles. You’re going to have to trust me.”

Stiles stopped and turned to face Theo, frustration lacing his every move and word. “Trust you? The guy who murdered his own sister when he was nine?”

“Yeah, I was nine years old,” Theo defended. “I-I also believed that a guy in a red suit came down the chimney to deliver presents.”

Stiles gave him a look that basically asked how all of this information Theo laying on him was relevant.

“So when three people in leather masks showed up and said that my sister wanted me to have her heart, I believed them, too.”

“So then together you gutted and killed her. That’s a beautiful story.”

“I watched her fall in the water and freeze to death in minutes. Do you think I had any idea what was going on?”

“I think you pushed her. And I think you liked it. I also think if Emma were here she’d say, ‘Yes, dumbass, of course you did. If you knew that Santa wasn’t real, then you had to have known pushing her in freezing cold water would kill her.’ ”

Stiles turned his head at the sound of hearing his girlfriend screaming. He looked around at the pipes in front of him. “What direction was that?” He looked at Theo, a little impatient for an answer. “Where’s it coming from?”

Not being able to focus, Theo said, “Everywhere.”

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

I groaned at the light that flicked on above my head and at the burning feeling I have all over my body. I turned my head to the right to see Lydia sitting in a chair like mine. At hearing voices in my head, I turned my head back with a gasp, hearing Lydia do the same.

I started groaning in protest at the noises in my head that wouldn’t stop. It was almost like when I couldn’t sleep because my brain would just keep thinking of different things, but about a million times worse.

I sat forward a little, trying to gather my surroundings. Feeling a stinging pain in my head, I groaned in pain.

“Hang on a little longer, Emma,” Valack said. I watched as he walked over to Lydia, placing a white cloth to her head, her groaning in pain as well, repeating the same words to her as he did me. “You both can make it.”

I looked around, seeing a tray with more medical devices on it. He moved to a frequency device just beside other medical devices. He turned a dial ever so slightly.

“I want you two to focus on this. And what other sounds you hear now, push them aside. Focus on this sound.”

Lydia and I both whimpered at the sounds in our heads. I heard rhythmic crackling, concentrating on that sound.

“That’s it,” Valack whispered. “Focus on this sound and my voice. Alright, girls?”

The only voice I wanted to hear was Stiles’, but I wasn’t gonna get that now, was I?

Lydia and I both looked to our right, seeing a dead female orderly in the corner, her soulless, dead eyes looking at seemingly nothing.

“Don’t worry, girls. Nurse Cross wasn’t nearly as strong as you two are.”

I turned my head back forward, slowly, at the sounds of electricity crackling. That told me that Kira and Malia were still in the building.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

Scott and Liam found Parrish laying against a staircase, charred up from being in his Hellhound form.

“Parrish? Parrish. Parrish. Parrish, hey. Can you hear me?” Scott said, leaning over the Hellhound.

Parrish woke up from his trance-like state, confused. “How did I get here?”

“We don’t know. We just followed the burning smell,” Liam said.

Parrish looked down at his hands, seeing that they were charred and burned all to hell.

“Parrish, listen,” Scott said. “Eichen’s in lockdown. There’s no way for us to get out unless Plan B works.”

“Plan B?” Parrish asked. “What’s Plan B?”

Scott and Liam looked at each other, Liam slightly shaking his head. Scott looked back to Parrish, stating, “Don’t worry about it. Right now, we need you to find Lydia and Emma.”

“Me?”

“Actually, not completely you,” Liam said. “We… kind of need… the other you.”

“The Hellhound,” Scott informed.

~~~

Coming to a deadend stop at the end of one of the tunnels, Stiles quickly weighed his only two options; either go left or go right. He decided to go right. Coming to a deadend at the end of that tunnel, he just went to his left and around the corner, Theo standing there.

“Nothing,” Theo said.

“Great,” Stiles said. “You’re just as useless as I am.”

“I’m trying to help save their lives,” Theo countered back.

Already fed up with not being able to find his girlfriend, Stiles frustratedly said, “Would you just drop the altruistic crap? You want them both because they get you to Parrish, you want Parrish ‘cause he gets you to the Beast.”

“So what? I want it dead, too,” Theo said, turning and walking about four feet away from Stiles.

“After you take its power, right?” Stiles countered. “We know why you got the talons… and we know you’re looking for Deucalion.”

“I found Deucalion,” Theo corrected. “You’re right. I’m going to help Parrish stop the Beast. I’m gonna take its power, and then I’m gonna break its neck. So maybe I’m not the good guy in your eyes, but I might end up being the guy that saves all your asses.”

Stiles looked at the pipes, a thought running through his head; What would Emma do if she were here looking for Lydia? “Break it,” he said, gesturing to the pipes.

“What?” Theo asked.

“The sound travels through the pipe. You’ll hear better, dumbass. Break it.” “Let me guess; if Emma were here, she’d say that,” Theo said.

“Wanna help save her and Lydia? Break it.”

Theo slammed his fist against the pipe, successfully breaking it. He put his ear in the hole he’d just made, listening for the girls' voices.

“Lydia? Emma?” Dr. Valack’s voice came through. “Can you hear me?”

~~~

“What do you want from us?” Emma asked.

“I want both your help against the Dread Doctors,” Valack said. “They ruined me. Destroyed me. They drove me to obsession, consigned me to professional ridicule. People thought I was a monster… when I was simply trying to open their eyes.”

Emma looked over at Valack, eyes narrowed just a little. “Now you want us to be your eyes.”

Valack looked at Emma and smirked. “You’ll see things, Emma. Things no one else can see.” He turned ominously. “You may not survive, but you might save the lives of your friends.”

Emma saw him reach up and grab something off the wall. When he turned, she closed her mouth tightly and turned her head to the side just a little. What he held in his hand was a very terrifying Steampunk looking mask.

~~~

Liam looked through the push cart that was conveniently placed next to them in the stairwell. He grabbed a can of glass cleaner and tossed it to Scott, who then turned and looked at Parrish, who in turn was gearing up for what was about to happen.

Scott uncapped the can as Liam flicked on the lighter, both looking at Parrish, who shouted out, “Do it!”

Scott pressed the nozzle on the can, sending the chemicals into the fire from the lighter, successfully setting Parrish on fire and igniting the Hellhound within him.

~~~

Valack placed two small metal discs attached to cords on Emma’s temples. “We have to slow your mind first. There’s too much activity in your brain.”

Emma jerked her head softly, the smallest of noises clouding her mind. She looked around with each noise. “Yeah because you drilled a freaking hole into the side of my head.”

Ignoring her comment, Valack continued with his ‘doctor’ talk. “We have to get from a gamma wave to a theta.”

Emma moaned at a particularly loud noise. “It’s too loud, I can’t,” she whispered.

“If I try the mask now, it will kill you. You have to calm your mind.”

She heard a scream as she stared in front of her.

“You understand what they’ve created,” Valack said. “Both of you.”

Both girls nodded slightly. “The Beast.”

“The Beast of Gevaudan,” Valack clarified.

“An engineered version of it,” Emma added, trying to be sassy.

“That’s right. But it’s not yet fully grown. It’s bound to its host, the teenage Chimera inside. And it still requires the Dread Doctors’ protection.”

It took a couple seconds before Emma could fully concentrate after hearing noises while Valack spoke to her. “Damnatio Memoriae.”

“That’s right. The Beast was a man first. A human killer in the late 1700s. The Dread Doctors are trying to get it to remember itself. To remember the man. When that happens, the teenager is gone.”

As Valack spoke and more noises came through, the burning feeling Emma had felt just a moment prior went away. Confused by all the events that have happened in the last twenty minutes, Emma was content in letting Valack do whatever he needed to her, but she had one question on her mind; if Valack needed her, why put Lydia through all of it beforehand? Was it just to get to Emma or was there a more underlying reason, like Emma’s abilities being more powerful than Lydia’s because of her family?

~~~

Stiles and Theo followed the sound of Valack and Emma’s voices through the pipes, Theo leading the way with his wolf-hearing.

Stiles was committed to finding the love of his life and her best friend. He didn’t know what would happen if they both screamed themselves to death. Finding her dead body makes his anxiety spike up.

They both moved faster to try and find the girls, but for different reasons.

~~~

“This teenager, Emma, is the last Genetic Chimera. A young man or a young woman, maybe even someone you know,” Valack said.

Emma looked to her right, eyes locking with Lydia’s. Both of their eyes told each other that they didn’t know how they would react if it was someone they knew… especially if it was someone relatively new to the pack.

“A success where Theo and the others were failures,” Valack continued.

“But we went through the list of Genetic Chimeras,” Emma said. “There’s no one else.”

“There must be one you missed. Another way they could have two sets of DNA.”

Stiles and Theo continued to follow the voices in the tunnels as Valack continued speaking to Emma.

“If you could see the face of this teenager, discover its identity, then your friends would have a fighting chance. The mask can help you see.”

Finding the door that the girls were on the other side of, Stiles slammed his hands against it, yelling, “Emma!”

Theo jammed his arm into the door, trying to break it open, but it wouldn’t budge. Locked. The lights started flickering, the device to Emma’s left sparking before she started struggling to not scream.

“Emma!” Stiles yelled. Now addressing Theo, he said, “What the hell are you doing? Get the door open.”

“I’m trying,” Theo said.

On the other side of the door, Emma whimpered as she tried to hold back a scream.

“Fight it, Em,” Lydia encouraged.

Valack picked up the mask, fully intending on putting it over Emma’s head as he said, “I’m sorry. Time’s up.”

Emma and Lydia leaned up from her lean in their chairs, letting out the loudest scream that they’d ever released since getting scratched by Peter, causing Theo, Stiles to cover their ears.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

I looked over at Valack after screaming, seeing that he had lowered the mask from in front of his face… the left side of his skull completely blown off. I looked over at Lydia, silently asking her if we did that. She nodded, confirming my question.

At the sound of the door in front of us breaking, I saw the one person that I’ve been wanting to see for the last twenty-five minutes.

I leaned back in the chair, watching as he ran towards me. He put his hands on either side of my face, moving to take the metal discs off my temples.

“You came back,” I said.

“We’re getting you and Lydia out of here, okay?” he said.

“You can’t,” I said, trying to hold back tears. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Baby, please shut up and let me save your life.”

I looked at him with nothing but love in my eyes, and nodded. He helped me off the chair and onto my feet, Lydia holding her hand out for me.

“You okay, Lydia?” Stiles asked, to which she nodded just barely.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

Scott and Liam followed a Hellhound-formed Parrish down the hallway.

“Parrish?” Scott said.

Parrish didn’t say anything, just kept walking.

“How’s he going to get through the Mountain Ash?” Liam asked.

Both werewolves watched as Parrish walked through the Mountain Ash barrier, red and blue flames emitting. The boys stopped in their tracks, shocked looks on their faces as Parrish kept his walk down the hallway.

Scott moved forward, putting his hand up to where the barrier would be, not being stopped as his hand moved all the way through. “He’s burning it right out of the walls.”

They both moved forward to continue following Parrish.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

I started basically slipping in Stiles’ hold as we walked through the tunnels.

“Okay. You gotta try and stay on your feet, babe,” Stiles said.

I groaned in protest, not having the strength. I was super surprised that Lydia was the strong one between the both of us, even though we both let out one the loudest screams ever.

“The rest of the plan didn’t work out too well,” Stiles continued. “Lydia, I’m gonna need your help, okay?”

“You had a plan?” Lydia asked.

“Yeah,” I groaned. “It was good on paper.”

“Not too much in reality,” Stiles added.

He pushed us through a door, Lydia and I both going down on our knees, hands covering our heads.

“Babe, I can’t hold it,” I groaned.

“Me either,” Lydia added.

I heard echoing sounds, like voices, noises, screams, just everything.

“I can’t do it,” I said.

“Emma--”

“Stiles, run!” Lydia and I said.

A hand landed on Stiles’ shoulder, pulling him away from me and Lydia. I watched him almost land on the ground before Scott wrapped his arm around him.

I took a deep breath as soon as Parrish was close enough, hearing Lydia do the same. We both started to let out screams before Parrish wrapped his arms around us, muffling and or silencing our screams. I felt the rumble of our screams against the walls and the ground, almost like an earthquake.

Both Lydia and I were on either side of Parrish, doing our best to stay upright. “Where to?” Parrish asked.

“This way,” Scott said, turning to his right and running down that tunnel.

“Stiles,” Parrish said, gently pushing me towards him.

Stiles picked me up bridal style, my arms going around his neck as I watched Parrish get Lydia in the same position before taking off after Scott.

“There’s a gate up ahead,” Liam said.

“What about Mason?” Scott asked.

“He’s on it, trust me.”

“Mason’s here?” I asked, groggily.

“Yeah. Don’t talk,” Stiles said gently.

“I’m supposed to be the gentle one,” I whispered.

We turned a corner before Lydia and I voiced at the same time, “What’s happening?”

“Plan B,” Parrish said.

Liam started running down the tunnels, Scott hot on his tail. Stiles did his best with me in his arms, Parrish behind a few feet.

“Liam, slow down,” Scott said.

“Liam, wait!” Stiles added.

We rounded another corner before we stopped. “Geez, how many more corners?” I sassed.

I watched with Scott and Stiles as Liam grabbed the gate and pulled it open. I was sure that Scott, Stiles and I all three had the same looks of confusion on our faces.

“I told you!” Liam said, excitedly. He bounced and went through the gate.

I chuckled as lightly as possible. “He’s such a puppy.”

Stiles nodded at Scott, then looked back at Parrish, nodding with his head to follow.

We went down the tunnels and ended up at a ladder that went up to a grate at the street.

How Parrish and Stiles managed to get both me and Lydia up to the street, I have no clue.

“Scotty, look out,” I said, hearing a car approaching us.

Stiles’ Jeep stopped in front of us, my own Jeep suddenly behind Stiles’.

“Babe, can you stand?” Stiles asked. I nodded, feeling him put me on my feet slowly.

Malia and Kira got out of Stiles’ Jeep while my mom got out of mine.

“Are they okay?” Malia asked.

I gave her a look as Scott answered. “No, we need to go. Give me the keys. We gotta get them to the clinic.”

Parrish groaned and used the hood of the Jeep for support. I felt a hand in mine as I was being pulled backwards.

“Sorry, but they’re coming with me,” Tracy said.

“Okay. Tracy, just wait. You don’t know what’s about to happen,” Scott tried to reason.

“I’m taking them,” she enunciated. “That’s what’s happening. And none of you are going to do a thing--” Her words were interrupted by a jolt of electricity.

Lydia and I walked two steps forward, Scott catching Lydia while Stiles and Mom caught me. Who I wasn’t expecting to see was Natalie Martin standing with an electric baton.

“Could somebody please get my daughter out of this hellhole?” Natalie said.

“Sure thing,” I groaned. “Right on it.”

“Alright, Stiles and Emma with me. Rose, can Parrish and Lydia ride with you?,” Scott said.

Mom nodded before we all moved to our respective vehicles.

Stiles and I got in the backseat of his Jeep, Scott in the driver’s. My back was against his chest, both of us in a sort of laying position.

“Scott,” Stiles said. The Jeep was moving a little slower than what he wanted.

“Yeah. I’m trying, I’m trying,” Scott said, having a hard time switching gears.

I felt his nose nuzzle into my hair. “We’re almost there. Em, just hold on, okay?”

With my eyes clenched tight, I tried my best to fight off the scream that wanted to come out. I bet Lydia was having a hard time, as well. My face was covered in sweat. I couldn’t hold it back anymore as I opened my mouth and screamed, feeling Lydia’s connection with mine… even though we’re in different vehicles.

“Hey,” Stiles said. “Emma, baby, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.” He put his hand on the side of my head, careful not to touch the hole. “Look. You’re gonna get through this, okay? Emma, look at me, you’re gonna make it.”

I looked him in the eyes for a second, breathing heavy, then over to his ear. I looked back at his eyes, tears in my eyes, whispering, “But you’re not.”

He reached up and touched the blood that was coming from his ear.

A tear slid down my cheek, knowing that I was the one to cause that.

He put his hand back on the side of my face as Scott pressed on the gas to go faster now that he got the Jeep into the gear he wanted.

Something inside of me told me that Lydia was in the exact same boat as I was; the same words to Parrish, same movements, everything. Almost like we were twins.

We got to the clinic in record time after that, Scott and Stiles helping me from the Jeep. We walked inside after Mom, Parrish and Lydia. Deaton asked who was in worse condition. He got his answer as Scott moved another exam table into the room, putting the two tables together.

“Get them on the tables,” Deaton said.

Scott and Stiles moved to lay me on the one closest to the windows as Mom and Parrish put Lydia on the one next to me on my left.

Lydia and I laced our fingers together, giving support to the other. We both arched our backs, pain radiating everywhere as the urge to scream continued to take over.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Stiles said.

“Hold them,” came Deaton’s voice.

As soon as I felt Stiles’ hand on my arm, Lydia squeezed my hand, both of us letting out a whimper scream. It wasn’t loud by any means, but it made the objects in the room shake.

“Doc, think you gotta do something,” Stiles said.

“I will,” Deaton replied. “But right now, I need you to keep them still.”

I clenched my teeth while almost squeezing Lydia’s hand, another scream wanting to make its way through.

“Steady, steady,” Deaton said.

“What the hell is that?” Stiles asked.

“Mistletoe. Here,” Deaton said, handing a syringe to Scott.

“Mistletoe? She’s got a freaking hole in her head.”

I groaned loudly in protest at Stiles being Stiles right now when everyone’s lives were on the line.

“Stiles, Parrish, help,” Scott said, who put his arm over mine and Lydia’s waists.

Deaton grabbed my neck, forcing me to lay still as he put the syringe into my head, pushing the Mistletoe out of it and into my head… which hurt like a freaking bitch!

Lydia and I both shot up from our laying positions, screaming loudly and powerfully, shattering the windows, and falling back onto the tables.

Everything going black.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

When Emma and Lydia screamed, they shattered the windows above them. Stiles put his body over Emma’s as Parrish put his over Lydia’s.

Stiles picked his head up, looking at Scott and Parrish before looking down at Lydia, her body unmoving. Which only told him one thing; Emma looked the same. He looked down at his girlfriend, gently moving some glass from her eyelid and the rest of her face.

“Emma,” he whispered. “Emma?” he said a little louder. He looked over at Scott then back to Emma. “Emma.”

Lydia gasped awake, looking into Parrish’s eyes before turning her head to her right, seeing Emma looking lifeless. Tears came to her eyes, thinking that her best friend died from their screams.

“Emma,” Stiles tried again. “Emma, come on.” She still didn’t move, and he was starting to panic.

“No, no, no, no, no. Come on, Emma. Wake up. Come on. Wake up. Can you hear me? Emma. Baby, open your eyes. Come on, come on. Come on. Listen to me, beautiful. Hey, show me your eyes, okay? Emma, you have to open your eyes.”

Rose was watching this event unfold, tears coming down her cheeks as Scott tried to comfort her, a look of hurt on his face at the thought of his best friend, his sister, being dead.

Emma let out a tiny moan, hearing a sigh of relief coming from the voice that brought her back. She opened her eyes, seeing the honey orbs that she loved more than the sun. They looked into each other's eyes, tears filling them both before she groaned in pain just a little, nothing like she had been all night.

“You okay?” Stiles asked.

Emma reached her hand up, cupping his cheek as she smiled a little, nodding her head. “You can’t get rid of me that easily,” she whispered, sass lacing every word.

Stiles let out a breath of relief. “There she is. You’re okay.” He reached down and laced his fingers with hers. “Wanna try and sit up?”

Emma nodded, seeing Stiles look up, asking for help. With two pairs of hands on her back and arms, she sat up, glass falling onto her legs. She looked at Stiles again before looking over at Scott, Lydia and Parrish. Looking around some more, she saw Natalie and her mom standing together. Seeing the one person she didn’t expect to see at all, she scrunched her brows in confusion. “Dad?”

Carter walked over to his daughter, wrapping her in his arms. “Oh, sweetheart.”

Emma welcomed the embrace, not remembering a time when her father hugged her from being saved. She tilted her head to look at Stiles. “They saved my life, Daddy,” Emma said, hearing Lydia say the exact same to her mother.

She smiled a little as she looked at Stiles, tears in her eyes. “Stiles saved me.”

Carter let go of his daughter, extending his hand in thanks to the teenage boy. Stiles hesitantly grasped Carter’s hand, nodding once. “All is forgiven,” Carter said. A look of relief flashed across Stiles’ face.

Stiles looked over to Scott, who watched on from behind Emma.

“Daddy,” Emma said. “Can you let go? I wanna hug Stiles.”

Carter chuckled. “Of course, sweetheart.” He kissed the side of her head, avoiding the Mistletoe. He backed away and walked over to his wife, putting his arm around her shoulders.

Emma looked over at Stiles, putting her legs over the table as he walked forward and stood between them. They put their arms around each other, Emma feeling more safe in his arms than she ever did. She looked over at Scott, then at Deaton, her eyes expressing all the thanks she could the vet.

“I’m not paying for the windows,” Stiles said.

Emma chuckled and looked up at her boyfriend, a smile ever present on her face.

“There he is,” she whispered.

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A/N 2: hi, friends! this is late as hell, and i apologize. i am very sorry this is late. baby boy is teething, as i stated above, and him and i got sick, plus i haven’t had the desire to open my computer. this chapter was pretty much the entire episode aside from the malia, kira & company scenes. let me know what you thought! again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

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Toportyán a csűrben

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51179356 by candlelightarchive Teen Wolf Magyarországon! A sorozat paródiája, egy évad - egy fejezet. Az első fejezet az első évad paródiája, avagy Derék Béla és Szabó Szaniszló bimbózó szerelmének (vad)hajtásai. Műfaját tekintve crack, tehát készüljetek fel mindenre. :) A figyelmeztetéseket kérem komolyan venni. Köszönöm az olvasást! Words: 1510, Chapters: 1/5, Language: Magyar Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi, F/F, Gen Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Peter Hale, Lydia Martin, Jennifer | Peter Hale's Nurse, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Ethan (Teen Wolf), Aiden (Teen Wolf), Teen Wolf Characters, Jackson Whittemore, Gerard Argent, Danny Māhealani, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Vernon Boyd, Bobby Finstock, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Dr. Valack (Teen Wolf), Liam Dunbar, Chris Argent, Kate Argent, Deucalion (Teen Wolf), Jennifer Blake (Teen Wolf), Kali (Teen Wolf), Melissa McCall, Alan Deaton Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Allison Argent/Isaac Lahey, Jennifer Blake/Kali Additional Tags: Crack, Parody, nagyon sajnálom :), Explicit Language, Underage Drinking, Sexual Content read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51179356

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #IFTTT #ao3feed #ao3feed Sterek #fanfic

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sunset-nymph · 2 years

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It takes one (1) head cold for me to sympathize with dr valack drilling a hole in his head. I too would drill a hole in my head rn if it would relieve the pressure

#teen wolf #dread doctors #dr valack #teen wolf season 5 #stiles stilinski

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takeachancegirl · 7 years

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Can we just talk about the fact that Lydia Martin had to deal with people questioning her sanity more than once. She was held against her will almost/ was tortured more than once. She had to explain to her mother why she was wounded and in the hospital multiple times. Due to her inability to heal yet always being faced with danger she almost died multiple times. Her English teacher/ the Darach tried to murder her and took her friends dad while he was trying to saved her. She felt the death of someone she cared about twice. SHE LITERALLY HAD A HOLE DRILLED INTO HER HEAD. She hears voices and is ALWAYS THE KEY TO SAVING EVERYONE. Idk how people hate her. She’s so strong. Like I understand people have opinions and that’s fine but please consider all she’s been through when you call her weak or other similar terms. Lydia Martin is strong. She’s far from weak or being a crybaby. Pay attention.

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bellerophon, chapter 1: the beast must die

Scott McCall/Theo Raeken, Theo Raeken & Stiles Stilinski, Heather/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski 9k, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Character Death, Alternate Universe - Dark, Dark Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Nature Versus Nurture, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Good Theo Raeken

Now, it's been two months since the Hunt finally ended. At this point, Theo has given up on ever feeling safe again, but he'll settle for a quiet senior year, and it seems like he might even get it.

That's when Scott McCall, whom no one has seen in eight years, blows back into town.

#theo raeken #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #sceo #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfic

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mateojez-blog · 7 years

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Teen Wolf - Heartless Origin of Douglas Why The Wild Hunt stayed

This episode was informative. Also it confirmed two of my theories, and that is that in order to get Styles they have to get rid of Claudia. Does that mean that the Noah Stilinski has to kill her as he is the one that brought her back, not sure, hope so. Or even better yet, Stiles has to do it himself. Kill his mother, as Claudia and Noah have already accused him. (Noah Season 2, Claudia Season 5)

The other theory is about how the Ghost Rider use Hellhounds to break Mountain Ash barriers.

Professor Douglas:

We know from previous episodes that prof. Douglas is the Nazi solder from the container in the Dread Lab, we also know that he is killing people and eating their pineal glands. The question was always why? Why did the Dread Doctors take him, Why did he eat the pineal glands...?

The present:

Today we saw many important scenes. We saw prof. Douglas stand up to a Ghost Rider and kill him. Douglas also took the Riders pineal gland and ate it and seems like turned into a Ghost Rider. His eyes turned green and he used his whip to transport Corey into the other dimension.

Also we were shown that as Douglas killed the Ghost Riders the other Riders stopped what they were doing and went after him to take him to the other dimension or to kill him.

The past:

"It's been a long time." Those are the words Douglas spoke with the Ghost Rider before killing him. That means Douglas met the Riders before.

The Wild Hunt is drawn to war, before, during and/or after a war.

So we go to the period of WWII, 1939-1945.

Douglas and the Dread Doctors

In season 5 we found out that the Dread Doctors made a deal with the person in jar (Douglas). All this time I thought it was a deal that Douglas would prolong the Doctors lives in exchange of protection against the Wild Hunt. But there might be more than that.

My vision on how all transpired:

The Hunt the Dread Doctors needed test subjects to create chimeras, but everyone failed. The subject were Jewish people from the concentration camps provided by professor Douglas. I believe he was the one in charge at one of the camps as Theo called him Hauptman (Head man). In return the Dread Doctors gave him the key to eternal life, the pineal gland. The consumption of pineal glands prolongs lives as the Dread Doctors proved it by existing for two centuries at that time. The Wild Hunt started and as soul were taken, Douglas saw the Hunt and it was going after him. Douglas is a brilliant Alpha and he figured that if he took a pineal gland of an immortal being he would become immortal himself. Just like Deucalion took the power of the other Alpha's by killing them. Douglas managed to kill a rider and take his power, his eyes turned green and he was immortal. But the other Ghost Riders came after him and took him to their dimension. As Douglas had the immortality of the Riders he managed to escape, just like Peter. But the escape left only a tiny bit of the immortality. And like Peter he was left with severe burns. The Dread Doctors took Douglas to their Lab and put him in a coma, put him into the capsule and filled it with formaldehyde. And the Dread Doctors started extracting the immortality that is left in Douglas and started using it as a mean to prolong their life and Theo used it later to resurrect the dead chimeras. (That is why the serum was green)

At the end of Season 5 all of the immortality was gone and Douglas became a normal werewolf again and started healing, woke up and broke free. As he was burned and was in formaldehyde so his lungs suffered damage for which he needed to take Helium therapy.

Why the Wild Hunt stayed

Jeff Davis said that, I believe two, characters will die. One of them is I believe the one responsible for the stay of the Wild Hunt. The one that Killed a Ghost Rider in season 5.

All humans have their pineal glands in the middle of their brain and it is the size of a pea. But there was one person who had a huge pineal gland or third eye, Dr. Valcak. The only pineal gland that was big as Valacks was the one from the Ghost Rider. That lets me believe that Valack is a Ghost Rider. But he has a real live body.

Valack’s Pineal Gland

Ghost Rider’s Pineal Gland

Valack said that the Doctors ruined him once. Maybe the Doctors managed to lock a Ghost Rider into a human body and restrict his power. But despite him being in a human body his pineal gland was a Ghost Riders. That enabled him to know everything and see the ones nobody could, the Dread Doctors. Also, the Dread Masks resemble the Ghost Riders faces, sown up mouth black holes for eyes. So that means that the reason nobody could see the Dread Doctors is Valacks power they stole and while creating the mask implemented that power into it. Valack managed to make a duplicate of the masks. The fourth Dread Mask. But it looks like he was caught before he could use it. During the first shut down in Eichen visited Valack and took his pineal gland to weaken his Rider inside. That's why he did experiments on Lydia, the only one able to defeat Ghost Riders because she was immune to them. But everything went wrong and Lydia killed Valack, one of the Ghost Riders and by doing that she made the Riders hunt for her, hunt for the one that is immune.

The only way for the hunt to leave might be for Lydia to die....

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In collaboration with @maroltkiki

#teen wolf #teen wolf season 6 #lydia martin #lydia #the wild hunt #the dread doctors #dr valack #ghost rider #prof douglas

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 3 years

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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.59

Word Count: 2,980

Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Lydia Martin, Chris Argent, Jordan Parrish, Alan Deaton, Mason (i totally dont know his last name oof), Cora Hale (mentioned), Isaac Lahey (mentioned), Reader

Pairings: Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, cliffhanger, near-death

A/N: okay so i was running late so the last 1,000-ish words kinda suck but we dont have to talk about it

A/N 2: holy crap one more part!!!

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It had been a little over a week since your conversation with Melissa, taking you by surprise. Having kids wasn’t something that you thought much about, life in Beacon Hills was so hectic, you and Derek only had a little time with just the two of you, and having a kid was not only unexpected but also very time-consuming. Your head was spinning, you didn't know what to do. You knew you had to tell Derek eventually, you could only hide something like this for so long before something bad happened.

The two of you were laying in bed, with Derek wrapping his arms around your stomach while you had your back towards him.

He didn't know you were awake and you didn't know he was either.

The Deadpool was over, but that didn't mean Lydia’s prediction was wrong, and it didn't mean Derek wasn't still dying.

You turned to face him, seeing his eyes open as you frowned slightly.

“Why are you awake?” you asked him.

“Why are you awake?” he replied.

You stroked his cheek softly before he pressed a small kiss to your hand.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked.

“A lot,” you shrugged.

“Well, I can’t sleep until you do,” he replied.

You had to find a way to figure out how he felt about kids, but without being obvious, not knowing how he’d react.

Maybe later

“Derek, it's been a week since the Deadpool ended,” you started, while he nodded softly.

“Do you think that everything is supposed to be back to normal?”

“What's your definition of normal?” he replied.

“Do you think that you’re safe now? Because the Deadpool is over?”

“It’s been a week of nothing. Why are you still stressed out?”

“Because you can still be dying and now we’re just laying here doing nothing to try and help you!” you exclaimed, slightly frustrated.

“Besides losing my powers, I feel fine, (Y/N),” he tried to assure you.

“You still lost your powers, Derek. That doesn't just happen,” you said.

“I don't want to get into this argument with you again,” he said.

“We put it off for a week. Lydia predicted that you're going to die,” you said.

“(Y/N),” he started.

“No, don’t (Y/N) me. Banshees aren't ever wrong,” you shook your head.

“There’s a first for everything,” he scoffed.

You rolled your eyes, before jumping, hearing the alarms going off as you shot up.

You saw Derek reach for his gun, while you slowly got out of bed.

“Stay behind me,” you whispered.

“I’m the one with the gun,” he argued.

“And I’m the one with the functioning powers!” your eyes glew purple as you took slow steps forward, walking to the door.

You could hear the sound of Derek’s heartbeat, along with another’s coming from the other side of the door.

You pulled open the door, tensing up before seeing Lydia on the other side, soaking wet, while she gave you a blank expression.

“Lydia?”

---

“I just think that you should wait for me, Chris,” you whispered into the phone, making sure Derek wasn't around to hear.

“I’m going now, (Y/N). I don’t want to kill Kate or Peter. But I know you do,” you rolled your eyes, sighing softly.

“Chris-”

“I will keep you updated on what happens. But for now, focus on Derek. Have you heard from Deaton yet?” you went quiet for a second, before sighing.

“No, not yet. Last I heard he was talking to Doctor Valack at Eichen. I’m going to the school in a bit to get Lydia, and then we’re gonna go to Eichen,” you replied.

“Okay. Stay safe, kiddo,” Chris said.

“Yeah, you too,” you hung up the call, running your fingers through your hair.

You felt guilty about lying to Derek, it made you feel sick. Of course, that was probably the pregnancy, which was yet another thing you were hiding from him.

It was obvious that you hated Peter, but maybe there was some more reason as to why he was working with Kate.

You walked out of the room, receiving texts from both Cora and Isaac.

You rolled your eyes, putting your phone away before overhearing Scott talking to Derek.

“I know about Lydia’s visit here last night,” you stayed quiet, listening to the conversation.

“Go to school, Scott,” Derek replied.

“I just want you to know. If anyone can figure out what's going on with you, it’s Deaton.”

Crap

You didn't tell Derek about Deaton going to find Dr. Valack, and trying to figure out what was wrong with Derek.

“I don’t doubt it. I’ll see you later on,” you heard the loft door close as you walked down the stairs. while Derek sighed, crossing his arms.

“You’re endangering someone else’s life to try and save mine,” you could feel your chest tightening as you looked down.

He scoffed, shaking his head.

“Please, stop,” he asked softly.

You felt tears well up in your eyes.

“No matter what you say, I’m not okay with you dying, and I’m not going to be okay with it,” you replied.

He stroked your cheek softly, pulling you in.

“I need to go get Lydia, I’ll see you later on,” you said softly.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, before pulling your hand softly.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you too,” you wiped away your tears, before kissing him and leaving the loft.

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“I’m assuming you didn't tell Derek about Deaton?” Scott stood across from you in the hallway of Beacon Hills.

“Nope,” you shook your head.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that,” he apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, he had to know sooner or later,” you shrugged.

“Yeah, is Lydia ready to leave yet?” you looked at the clock, shrugging.

“Oh my god,” you saw Mason rushing to you and Scott, while you frowned.

“Uh, there’s something wrong with Liam,” he started, while you tensed up.

“What happened?” you asked.

“I don't know, but he’s trying to lift 300,” he explained.

You ran to the room, Scott and Mason close behind you while you could hear Liam yelling out in pain.

You pushed the door open, your eyes going wide to see the bar pressing down on his chest.

“Vitae,” your eyes glew purple as you used your powers, lifting the weight off of Liam and placing it back onto the stand.

Liam pushed himself off the bench, falling to the side, coughing loudly as Scott ran to him.

“You don't have to be with us, that's fine. But don’t push away your friends,” you saw Liam’s gaze go past you, staring at the wall as you frowned, before realizing.

“Liam, are you hallucinating the berserkers?” you asked softly.

You could see a pained expression on his face before it changed to anger.

“No, I'm fine!” he stood up, walking away from you and Scott.

“How could you tell?” Scott frowned.

“I don’t know. He just looked scared,” you replied.

Scott went quiet, raising an eyebrow for a second, confused.

“What? What is it?” you asked.

“Sorry, I thought I heard something for a second,” he shook his head.

“Something like what?”

“Like a heartbeat. It doesn't matter. I’ll see you later on,” you hid the expression from your face till he walked away, letting out a breath of relief.

“Are you okay?” Lydia walked to you.

“Yup, now let’s go,” you grabbed her arm, taking her with you as the two of you left the school.

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“So they think he’s paralyzed?” you asked, while you and Lydia stood around Deaton.

“Yeah, and if he doesn't snap out of it, they’ll admit him,” she replied.

You ran your fingers through your hair, before sighing.

“Well, let me see what I can,” she nodded while you put your hands on either side of Deaton's forehead.

You clenched your jaw, taking deep breaths as your head began pounding.

“Cogitationes revelare.”

You could barely make out the flashes, the one thing you could see was a church.

It was La Iglesia

You backed away from Deaton, taking deep breaths.

“What was it?” Lydia asked.

“Something to do with La Iglesia,” you sighed.

“The church?”

You nodded softly, before wrapping your arms around your stomach, taking deep breaths.

“Are you okay?” Lydia asked.

You nodded your head softly, before sighing.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said.

You heard your phone begin to ring, while you frowned, receiving a call from Parrish.

“Parrish?” you answered.

You had trouble making out his words, most of it was distorted.

“I can't hear you,” you frowned.

“Argent!” he yelled.

You immediately felt yourself stiffen.

“What about him?” you asked.

“...Peter…. Tunnels… Vault…” his voice kept getting cut off as you felt a sense of fear wash over you.

“I-I’m on my way,” you hung up the phone, before telling Lydia to stay with Deaton as you ran out of the room.

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You traced Parrish’s phone, running into some old stormwater drainage system. There was water dripping from all around the place as you froze, seeing Parrish standing with Chris in the distance.

Your heart stopped, seeing something buried deep into Chris’ stomach, with Parrish trying to help him.

“Oh my god,” you ran to him, putting your hand on the bent pole that ran through him, and through the wall.

You saw the blood dripping from his mouth, his face, and body in pain while you saw tears visible in his eyes.

“Go… C-Call an ambulance,” you said to Parrish.

“Maybe I shouldn't leave-”

“Go!” your eyes were purple as he paused, nodding his head before running away.

“C-Chris, can you hear me?” your voice wavered as you stroked his cheek.

“Yeah, I can,” he replied.

“You should've waited for me!” you exclaimed.

He didn't reply, instead, you heard his shaky breath.

You put your hand on the pole, taking a deep breath as you tried to control your tears, feeling your heart racing.

“Traho,” you pulled on the pole, using all your strength and magic as you clenched your jaw, hearing Chris yelling out.

It didn't even budge.

“I-I’ll try again,” you took another deep breath, pulling on the pole.

“Stop! (Y/N)! Please, stop,” he begged.

“No, we have to save you,” you shook your head.

“How are we gonna do that? You can’t move this pole either,” he sighed.

“Then we’ll keep trying until we get it,” there were hot tears in your eyes as you looked up at him.

He sighed, reaching for your hand softly.

“(Y/N), maybe this is supposed to be a sign,” he said softly.

You froze before frowning.

“I don’t understand what you mean,” you scoffed.

“The Argent name has been around for four hundred years. Maybe it's time it came to an end,” more and more tears came to your eyes, while there was an expression of anger on your face.

“Y-You think you’re just gonna give up? T-That this is the end? A-Are you insane? Are you stupid? This isn't the end. Parrish is calling for help. You’re gonna be okay. I-I’ll call S-Scott,” you were shaking, looking down at your hands which were covered in his blood, while you gasped softly, closing your eyes.

You gripped onto the pole again, before he stopped you.

“(Y/N). Enough,” he shook his head.

“No! I need you, Chris. You’re not giving up. Not now,” maybe it sounded selfish, but there was no one else in the world that meant more to you and Chris, not even Derek.

Chris had always been there for you and always cared for you. He was your father.

“Then maybe it’s time for you to move on,” he said softly.

“No. You need to stay alive. You need to fight this,” your voice broke as you continued to pull on the pole, hearing him yell out in pain.

“Chris, you need to fight this. You’re the last Argent. You always told me that I needed to fight because I was the last of my bloodline, so why not you? Fight to stay alive. For Allison. For Victoria. P-Please, Chris,” he went quiet, more and more tears in his eyes as he stroked your cheek softly.

“It doesn't matter if I choose to give up or not. I’m stuck like this,” he shook his head.

You took a deep breath, shaking your head.

“I have an idea,” you said softly.

“What idea?” you saw the concern in his face as you took a deep breath.

If you could heal like a werewolf, then there was no reason why you shouldn't have the strength of one too.

You can do this, for Chris

Your eyes glew a light blue, while you slowly gripped onto the pole once again. You focused all your power and energy on the pole.

“(Y/N)?”

You took a deep breath, while you continued pulling onto it as hard as you could.

You could hear Chris’ yells while you tried your hardest to focus, letting out a grunt as you continued pulling.

The pole shifted, you could feel it coming out slowly, before you pulled as hard as you could, pulling it out of Chris as he gasped, falling to the floor while you immediately caught him, your eyes reverting to their normal color.

“Consuo,” you held him up, while he leaned onto you.

“H-How did you do that?” he asked.

“Shh, we have to get you out of here. Come on.”

You continued to hold him up, while the two of you rushed out of the sewer.

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“You should really go home and change, (Y/N),” Melissa sat next to you, while you shook your head.

“I’m not leaving him,” you said.

“He’s safe,” she replied.

You sat next to Chris’ bed at the hospital, your clothes and body completely soaked in his blood.

“I’m not moving until he wakes up,” your voice wavered before she sighed.

“Fine. How do you feel?” she asked.

“I feel fine,” you muttered softly.

“(Y/N),” she pulled you in softly, wrapping her arm around you.

Your eyes watered as you continued to stay stiff, trying to block out anything and everything.

You saw Argent stir slightly, while you tensed, standing up.

“Chris?” you asked softly.

You walked to his side, stroking his cheek softly.

“How do you feel?” you asked.

“Like I was run through with a pole,” you scoffed slightly, reaching for his hand.

“Are you going to tell me how the hell you did that?” you could immediately see the worry in his face.

You knew you would have to tell him.

“Uhm, I figured if I could heal, then maybe I could use werewolf strength too,” you muttered.

“What? Are you turning into a werewolf?” he tensed, sitting up slightly before he winced.

You shook your head no, taking a deep breath.

Just say it, (Y/N). It's Chris

“I’m pregnant,” you said quickly.

You couldn't read the expression on his face, as you clenched your jaw.

“I gave Allison the safe sex lesson, I didn't think I needed to tell you too,” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“Chris-”

“Who else knows?” he asked.

“You, Melissa, Cora, and Isaac,” you replied.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded slightly, letting out a shaky exhale.

“I’m happy for you,” he gave you a small smile as you shook your head.

“I don’t know what to do,” you ran your fingers through your hair.

“I think you need to start off by telling your boyfriend,” you nodded softly.

“I still don't know how to say it. And we got into this argument today, a-and he’s dying,” you stopped yourself, your eyes watering slightly.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay, (Y/N). No matter what argument you get into, you still love each other and you’re both strong enough and smart enough to figure this out.

You sniffled softly, nodding your head before you heard someone knock at the door, frowning slightly.

Derek walked into the room, while you tensed slightly.

“Melissa called me,” he said.

He walked to you, wrapping his arms around you. He turned to look at Chris.

“Are you okay?” he asked Chris, while he nodded.

“Are you okay?” he turned to you before you nodded as well.

“Let’s go home,” he said softly.

“I think I should stay with Chris-”

“Go home, (Y/N),” Chris interrupted.

“But-”

“Go,” he said again.

You nodded softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead before making your way out of the hospital, wrapping your arm around Derek.

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You continued to hold his hand while he parked his car, turning to face you.

“You’ve been really quiet the ride back,” he said.

You shook your head, sighing.

“I’m just tired,” you said softly.

“Well, maybe it’s time for us to take some rest. I was thinking a movie, maybe I’ll make you some dinner,” he raised an eyebrow.

“A date night?” you asked.

“Why not?” he replied.

You chuckled softly, nodding your head.

“It’s been a while,” you said softly.

“Which is exactly why we need one,” he said.

You nodded softly as he smiled.

“Well,” he got out of the car, making his way around to open the door for you, reaching for your hand.

“Let’s go then?”

You held his hand, pressing your lips against his.

“I love you, Derek,” you said softly.

“I love you too,” he led you inside the building, while you wrapped your arm around his waist, using the elevator.

As you exited the elevator, you could immediately smell something. It was blood. Your face dropped, while you pulled open the loft door.

“Oh my god,” you could see some blood spilled on the ground, lights flashing as the alarms went off. Everything was broken, as well as the windows.

Scott and Kira were gone.

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Lydia dealing with her Eichen trauma/Dr. Valack's experimentation

Ohhhhhh

Yes I am v here for this. Maybe even set in 6b, when she has to go back to Eichen—ohhhhhh maybe she finds Meredith, who is alive bc technically they didn't say she isn't, and they have some sort of twisty memory lane hallucinations as they escape 😱

what's a fic i should write?

#asks #personal #fic thoughts #nacreousgore

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wexarexmadxhere-archive · 2 years

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Lydia Martin; Muse Info

Full Name; Lydia Martin Nickname; Lyds Face Claim; Holland Roden Gender; Female Pronouns; She/Her Marital Status; Single Sexuality; Bisexual/Polyamorous Age; 18/21 Date Of Birth; March 19, 1994 Occupation; Student Residence; Beacon Hills Species; Banshee Family; Natalie Martin Verses; None Biography; Lydia Martin is a main character and the current female lead of Teen Wolf. She is the daughter of Natalie Martin and Mr. Martin, and the granddaughter of Lorraine Martin and her wife Maddy. She is also the best friend of Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall and Malia Tate. When first introduced, Lydia could be as described as a shallow, vain, mean girl who played dumb to hide just how smart she truly was; however, after she became friends with Allison Argent, Scott McCall, and Stiles Stilinski, Lydia began to shed this persona and has since grown into a brave, compassionate person who genuinely enjoys helping others who are struggling, particularly those who have been traumatized by the supernatural like herself. At the end of Season One, Lydia was attacked and bitten by then-Alpha Werewolf Peter Hale, but in a shocking turn of events, she neither died nor turned into a Werewolf herself, a feat that was virtually unheard of in the supernatural community. However, she began to hear voices, go into fugue states similar to sleepwalking, and have terrifying hallucinations about Peter, revealing that, unbeknownst to her at the time, Peter's attack had activated the latent Banshee abilities that she had inherited from her paternal grandmother. It was eventually revealed that his attack against her also allowed his spirit to live on in her mind, affording him a connection with Lydia that he could use to manipulate her into resurrecting him with a special ritual on the Worm Moon. Even after he had vacated her consciousness, Lydia began to be drawn to dead bodies in Beacon Hills, particularly those whose deaths were related to the supernatural, and began unconsciously screaming, which steadily began to worry her. It was eventually revealed to her by Jennifer Blake that Lydia was, in fact, a Banshee, also known as the Wailing Woman, a harbinger of death who was drawn to the dead and the supernatural. Since this revelation, Lydia has struggled to learn the full scope of her powers and how to use them, often lamenting the fact that her powers were passive, spontaneous, and largely out of her control, unlike the comparatively easier-to-use powers of shapeshifters such as her Werewolf and Werecoyote friends that could be used both actively and defensively. Despite her frustrations, Lydia's ability to sense imminent death has given the pack numerous advantages in battles, though very few people give her credit for just how powerful she is. When the Deadpool started in Beacon Hills in January 2012, Lydia was the second-highest valued target at $20 million, both as a result of her powerful ability to foretell death and the equally powerful and unique pack who was sure to fight to protect her. Recently, due to injuries sustained when Theo Raeken entered her mind to sense her memories, Lydia became temporarily catatonic, causing her to be admitted into the supernatural ward of Eichen House. While there, Dr. Gabriel Valack performed trephination on her, which amplified her abilities to the point that she briefly possessed extrasensory perception. It was confirmed by Alan Deaton in Amplification that Lydia is an exceptionally powerful Banshee, even though Lydia still does not yet know the full extent of her powers, which is likely at least part of why Valack was so determined to use her to figure out the identity of the Beast of Gevaudan. As of Lie Ability, Lydia was rescued from Eichen House and returned to her loved ones, with Alan Deaton using mistletoe paste to reverse the effects of Valack's trephination and causing her to lose her extrasensory perception. However, thanks to Meredith Walker, a fellow Banshee and a friend an ally of Lydia and the McCall Pack, Lydia has since learned how to use her voice as an offensive weapon, allowing her to channel the power of her voice through her hands to create concussive blasts that can forcefully throw a grown person backward away from her. This combined with her newly learned close-quarters combat skills, taught to her by Jordan Parrish, has given her the ability to better defend herself from threats even if the pack is not around to assist her. In Season 6, Lydia's powers have continued to grow, which included Lydia experiencing an astral premonition of a past event in 1987 where she was able to physically interact with another Banshee, Lenore, and she demonstrated the ability to use her scream to kill a Ghost Rider and the phantom version of Claudia Stilinski that they conjured. As of the end of the first half of the final season, Lydia has graduated from Beacon Hills High School and has been accepted to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, where she will be starting college as a junior. Lydia is a member of the Martin Family and the McCall Pack.

#wexarexmadxhere; muse #Muse Info #🏷 tag drop #c; Lydia #🎶 Lydia's Playlist🎶#Closet; Lydia #Lydia wants #Musings; Lydia #HC; Lydia #Lydia Martin #Lydia #wexarexmadxhere; teen wolf character

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 66 ; Required Reading

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 4,909 Warnings: angst, multiple pov switches, cliffhanger at the end..?? A/N: Hi, friends! Chapter 66 is here, and she’s on time! I had time while Baby was sleeping and after tidying the house to actually sit down and edit this chapter. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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To say that I was sleep deprived was an understatement. After getting home from Eichen last night, sleep never came to me. Not sure if it came for Stiles, but definitely not for me. We ended up going to our own rooms when we got home. I wasn't up for it, but wasn't gonna argue with him about it.

As I was tying my Converse laces, I heard a timid knock on my door. I got up from my bed and walked over to my door, opening it.

“Sorry,” he said, looking down.

“It's okay. Space is good sometimes,” I said, also looking down. “Why does this feel like a breakup?” I whispered.

Stiles lifted his head at the same time I did, my eyes filling with tears. I didn't want them to spill over because of fresh mascara and all.

“It's not,” he said, taking a couple of steps into my room, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “It's not. My mind is everywhere still. Ya'know, with Donovan and now the Dread Doctors.”

“I know,” I said, sniffling. I stepped out of his arms, turning to my vanity mirror. I sighed in relief when none of my mascara ran.

I heard chuckling behind me, so I turned to look at Stiles. “What's so funny?” “You're such a girl.”

“Hey. I just put a fresh coat on about two minutes before you knocked on that door, okay, buddy? I didn't want it to already get ruined.”

He smirked and tilted his head down, looking at his shoes once again.

I walked over to him, lifting his head up. “Hey. It's gonna be alright. Everything's gonna be alright.” I smiled a little and started singing that part in the song Three Little Birds by Bob Marley & The Wailers. “Every little thing is gonna be alright.”

He chuckled again, tilting his head back down, so I lifted it back up. “Don't doubt that, alright?”

He nodded his head, casting his eyes down.

“Alright. Come here,” I said softly. I shifted my hand from his chin to his cheek, cupping it. I brought his lips down to mine, giving him the sweetest kiss I could muster, feeling him give it right back.

We pulled apart, putting our foreheads against each other, eyes closed.

“I love you. So fucking much,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.”

~~~

We decided after our sweet moment at the house to go to the station. We wanted to try and help our dads with this case we've got going on. After we had gotten there, I needed to go get something from my dad's desk, so that's where I went for a few minutes.

Sheriff was putting an X on Tracy's picture when I walked back into his office and over to Stiles. “Chimeras,” Sheriff said.

“Two dead Chimeras,” Stiles answered.

“And eight new ones,” I added.

“So, that's 10 in all.”

“We're thinking maybe 11,” Dad said. He pinned a picture of Donovan on the cork-board. I reached over and laced my fingers with Stiles', letting him know that I was there for him. He looked down at me as his dad spoke.

“Our station tech guys confirmed something for us... they said both the holding cell lock and cameras could've malfunctioned because of something electromagnetic,” Dad said.

Sheriff reached over and picked up the book that Malia had dropped off before we got there. “You said that, uh, these guys--”

“Dread Doctors,” I said.

“Are we really calling them that?” Sheriff and Dad asked.

“Again with the tag teaming,” I sighed. “So they broke Donovan out then?”

“It's how they got into Eichen, isn't it?” Sheriff asked.

I looked from Donovan's picture to Stiles then back to the picture. I squeezed his hand then let go, walking towards my dad and Sheriff, lawyer voice on now. “Donovan's a Chimera,” I breathed.

“Yeah,” Sheriff said, putting the book back down.

“But... is he a failure like Lucas and Tracy?” Dad asked.

I felt Stiles walk away a few feet. I guess that part of my abilities was coming back. Looking at the picture of Donovan and knowing exactly what happened to him, I did the only thing that I could think of in order to protect my boyfriend. Lie. “If he is, he's probably dead.”

Dad grabbed the red marker Sheriff had previously used, getting ready to mark an X on Donovan's picture. I grabbed his wrist before he could. “Daddy, you're a Deputy. Shouldn’t you wait until you've seen a body to mark his picture?”

He smiled at me a little. “You're just like your mother.”

“Yes, she is,” Mom said, walking into the office.

I turned to look at Sheriff. “You should really start paying her, and us, for how much time we spend here.”

He chuckled and turned to face Stiles. “You're uncharacteristically quiet.”

Stiles turned around, facing us once again. I knew exactly what he was doing. Thinking about Donovan. “Yeah... Sorry, I'm, uh... I'm just trying to think about it. Uh...” He took a few steps towards the desk at the same time Mom did. “These are teenagers, right?”

“That's true,” Mom said. Lawyer game on.

“So, now shouldn't we be trying to figure out why these teenagers?”

I decided to back up his claim. “If the Dread Doctors, if they went through all that-- burying them, killing them, breaking one of them out of jail--”

“They couldn't have been chosen at random,” Sheriff said.

“They had to have something in common,” Dad added.

“Something that made them right for this experiment,” Mom said.

All five of us were on the right track.

“Something that made them special,” Stiles said.

~~~

Since we were at the station almost all day trying to help figure this case out, Stiles and I left to go to Scott's house, where we were having our very own book club. All of us gathered around the glass table in the center of the living room.

“My mom's book club usually has more wine,” Lydia said.

“You know they don't actually read books, right?” I sassed.

“You also know that Friday Night Lights is a TV Show, right?” Lydia sassed back.

We all shared a light chuckle.

“Back to Natalie's book club, they also probably didn't read books that cause violent hallucinations,” Stiles said. We looked at each other, reaching over and lacing our fingers together.

“That's why Malia's here,” Scott said.

“So none of us go running into traffic?” Kira asked.

“Or worse.”

“Like what happened to Judy,” Malia said. We all gave her a confused look. “Chapter 14.”

Lydia bent down and picked up the paper back cover of the book. “Maybe I should have my mother read it. She might remember a girl with a tail leaping off the ceiling and attacking everyone.”

“Yeah, if it works,” Stiles said.

“Wait, Tracy attacked your mom?” I asked.

“Yeah. You were at the hospital when it happened,” Lydia said.

I sighed. “Great. Last to know about that, as well,” I mumbled. Didn't go unnoticed by the Weres in the room. “Well, this has to work. It has to.”

“What does that mean?” Scott asked.

“I think I saw them during my surgery,” I said. I looked up at Stiles, seeing confusion and concern laced in his eyes. I looked back down at the book in Lydia's hands. “As I'm looking at the cover of the book... it's almost like...” “A memory trying to surface,” Theo said.

I looked at him, eyes narrowed a bit. “Yeah.”

“Isn't that what Valack wanted when he wrote it?” Kira asked.

Malia nodded as I responded, “If they did something to me, I wanna know what the hell it is.” I picked up one of the stacks and walked over to the couch, sitting down on it. I flipped the front and back page over as Stiles sat down in front of me on the floor. Reaching forward, I put my hand through his hair, gently scratching at the back of his head while I read the first few pages.

Page after page after page we all read. My eyes were getting tired, which was weird for me. Normally, I could read around 80 pages before Stiles would have to take my book away, and my eyes would not get tired. I was blinking every two seconds, what seemed like, trying to get my vision back to where I wanted it. It felt like the words were running together in my mind.

“Anyone feel anything yet?” Scott asked.

“Tired,” Kira said, drowsiness laced in her voice.

“Hungry,” Lydia said.

“I think he meant the book,” Theo said.

I sighed and placed my stack down on the side table. Leaning forward, I put my hands on Stiles' shoulders. “I'm gonna go make some coffee. I think we all need it,” I said. Chuckles were heard around the room as I stepped over Stiles' long gazelle legs.

After walking into the kitchen and successfully making a nice batch of coffee, I grabbed all the mugs that I could find for the seven of us. I heard someone sit down, so I looked up, seeing that it was Stiles.

I smirked while looking at the mug I was pouring coffee into. “Need some coffee?”

“I was hoping I'd get a kiss,” he said, softly.

I chuckled and put the pot down, walking over to him and placing my lips on his as softly as I could.

We pulled apart so that I could go get my own cup and his.

I turned back around, seeing him rubbing his shoulder. I saw Malia and Theo looking at us from the living room. Looking back at Stiles, I gave him a look that said act stupid.

“What did you do to your shoulder?” I asked.

He looked at me from his stare down with the counter. “What are you talking about?”

“You've been rubbing at your shoulder for days now. What happened?”

“Jeep died on me again. I went to check the engine, and the hood fell on it.”

“That's... weird. I've helped you with the hood before. Didn't know it could fall like that after gently being placed on the windshield.”

“Wind must've caught it. Come here,” he said, motioning for me to come over to him... so, I did. Naturally.

As I sat sideways on his lap, he put his hands on my waist and thighs, keeping me from falling off.

“How much do you remember anyway?” he asked. I knew he was asking about my surgery. “With your surgery. Was it like a movie playing in your head or were you in it?”

“In it,” I shrugged, looking down at my hands.

“Nothing else?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. Just saw them right before the anesthesia kicked in and knocked me out.”

I looked behind Stiles' head, seeing Theo turn his head away from his hearing position... ya'know, with his ear facing Stiles and I.

I looked back at Stiles as he lightly tapped my leg.

“You're gonna be okay. We're gonna be okay,” he said.

I leaned my head against his shoulder. “I hope so.”

I'm not sure how much time had passed since Stiles and I sat back down in our spots, but almost all of us were passed out from reading.

Lydia was passed out in the chair, Stiles and I on the couch, Scott leaned against the couch with a pillow against my legs, Kira had gone up to Scott's room to lay down on his bed, and Theo in the other chair... or at least I assumed he was.

~~~

When I woke up the next morning, Stiles and I had somewhat got into a different position... this one involved me laying on him with my legs between his. He had his arms wrapped around me, holding me to him. Scott wasn't leaning against the couch, and Lydia wasn't in the chair anymore... neither was Theo.

I popped my head up at hearing footsteps. Scott's. We locked eyes for a minute before I shifted mine to Kira behind him.

“I gotta take Kira home so she can get ready for school. Lock up when you guys leave,” Scott said.

I nodded. “See you at school.”

Him and Kira walked out as I looked down at Stiles. I smiled a little and pressed my lips against his.

It took him a second to respond, but he kissed me back. His noise of protest caused me to chuckle as I pulled away.

“Nooooooo. Come back,” he whined, voice laced with sleep. The most sexiest sound I think I'll ever hear.

“We gotta go home to get ready for school,” I said.

He sighed and finally opened his eyes. “Fine.”

We got up, walked out of the door, locked up, then finally to the Jeep. His hand was laced with mine the entire ride home.

After we got home and changed for the day, I sprayed myself with some body mist and walked out my room, Stiles doing the same not two seconds later. We walked out of the house and got back into the Jeep, him driving us to school.

We met Scott and Kira at the front of the school, walking through the doors.

“What if we need some kind of trigger?” Scott asked. “Wasn't Malia driving when she remembered the crash?”

“Yeah, but how are we supposed to trigger a memory that we don't remember?” Stiles asked, him and I looking at Scott.

“Maybe it's a delayed thing,” Scott said. “Maybe you have to wait a couple of hours to see what happens.”

The lights flickering above our heads caused us to look up and stop in our tracks, stopping after a couple of seconds. I looked over at Kira, which caused the boys to do the same.

She looked at all of us before stating, “That wasn't me. I swear.”

“We keep an eye on each other today, okay?” Scott said.

“Yes, and keep an eye out for eight other potentially homicidal Chimeras,” Stiles said. He reached over and grabbed my hand.

“And keep an eye out for the Dread Doctors,” Kira added.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand break,” I said.

Kira and Scott chuckled at me as they walked to class, leaving Stiles and I standing in the hall by ourselves.

“Starting to see the appeal of a third eye,” he said.

“Wanna say that louder for the people upstairs?” I sassed.

He gave me an unimpressed face that didn't last long. He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to my lips, almost dragging me down the hall afterwards to walk me to class. We kissed once again before I walked in my AP Bio class.

Mrs. Finch got right to the assignment as the last bell rang. “Emma, good to have you back in class.”

I nodded once at her, not really liking that she put me on blast like that.

“So while introducing the African Cane Toad, sounded like a good way to deal with Australia's infestation of the grey-backed beetle, unfortunately, the toad also decided to eat everything else in sight.”

I looked at Lydia as she discreetly sent Theo a text. I didn't get a chance to read it. I was too focused on the assignment at hand.

“And everything that tried to eat the toad, from crocodiles to household pets, quickly died from the poison they secreted. A perfect example of an invasive species. One-hundred and two toads introduced in 1935 became 1.5 billion by 2010. Once an invasive species is introduced, everything changes.”

I watched as Sydney got up and placed a form on Mrs. Finch's desk.

“Wise decision, Sydney,” Mrs. Finch said.

Wow. What a bitch...

Lydia got up as Sydney walked out.

“Lydia, you know it's for the best,” Mrs. Finch said. Lydia walked out without saying a word.

I looked over at Scott and Kira as they looked at each other. Scott then looked over at me, giving me a questioning look. I shrugged, not knowing what was going on.

Something moving near the tree line caught my attention. I got up without saying a word, walked out of the classroom and down the hall. I didn't register Scott, Kira, nor Mrs. Finch calling my name. I walked out of the school and straight to the tree line. For some reason, I decided that following a pair of Alpha eyes was the way to spend my day.

The moment that I stepped into the tree line, the sun vanished and the moon was out. I was all alone, nothing but trees surrounding me. When I got out about halfway into the woods, I turned around, trying to find my way back home, but couldn't make out which way I had come and which way to go.

I was starting to get terrified. My breathing was getting heavier, my hands were starting to shake. Hearing leaves rustling and voices calling my name, I turned my head in that direction. When I turned back to face the way I previously was, I saw a pair of icy Blue eyes to my left, and to my right were those same Alpha Reds I had seen just a few years prior, along with the same coyote growling I had heard.

My breathing got so heavy, I did the only thing I wanted to do. Scream. So that's what I did. Not my Banshee scream, but my normal, terrified scream.

The feeling of being lifted from my feet caused me to scream even louder. I thrashed in the person's arms, not caring about who it was.

“Emma! It's me!” the voice said.

I hadn't realized that I was crying before I opened my eyes, seeing that the voice I knew so well belonged to the boy that was like my brother.

“You're okay,” Scott said, pulling my head to rest on his chest. “You're gonna be okay.”

I let out a sob, not caring if anyone else was around us.

I cried for about 30 seconds before I felt a hand on my knee. Opening my eyes, I saw that the person was Theo. Picking up my head to look at Scott, I sniffled, “I'm fine.”

“You saw something, didn't you?” Theo asked.

I shook my head, tears gathering in my eyes. “Not about the Dread Doctors. Nothing about them or the surgery.”

“What was it?” Scott asked as he and Theo helped me to stand.

“That second night in the woods. Freshman year,” I said. All I wanted in that moment was for Stiles to hold me like he did that night.

“Emma? Emma?” Like an answer to my prayers, Stiles' voice came through the woods.

“Stiles!” I said. Scott backed away, revealing us to each other.

Stiles visibly let out a relieved sigh, quickly making his way over to me. He scooped me into his arms, holding me tight against him. A few tears fell down my cheeks, neither of us caring. He let go, but only for a second, to pick me up, bridal style.

“We gotta get back to class,” Scott said. “Keep us posted.”

I felt Stiles nod and press his head against mine. “You alright? What happened?”

“I'm fine,” I said, holding onto him a little bit tighter.

“What is a vision? A memory?” he asked.

I sighed and nodded my head. “Like I said, I'll tell you later.” I started coughing, almost like I couldn't breathe. It lasted for about 30 seconds before I could breathe again. “Get me out of here. Out of the woods, school. Away from this area.”

“Alright, beautiful.”

~~~

Stiles ended up taking me home... so that I could get my keys. “I'm driving.”

He didn't say anything, just followed me out to my own Jeep. I drove straight to the hospital.

“Baby, why are we here?” Stiles asked.

“I want more answers,” I said as we got out.

“Okay, then why are we here if you've already had your suppressed memory?”

I walked over to him, lacing my fingers with his. “According to Lydia, it wasn't the right memory. I remembered my second night in the woods, the night you practically saved me. There was nothing to do with the surgery, nothing to do with the Dread Doctors. So, if I've read the book, why don't I have the full memory of my experience with them?”

“I'm not supposed to know that, am I?” he asked, a hint of sarcasm laced in his tone.

“Babe, not the time to use sarcasm,” I said, stopping my steps. “No, something... happened during the surgery, but now Lydia thinks it has more to do with me being a were-banshee.”

Stiles almost looked like he wasn't following.

“It's not my memory, babe. It's someone else's.”

~~~

Stiles and I walked into the room where I had my surgery. Noticing the lights were off, I looked at him, asking, “Can you turn the lights on, babe?”

“Uh,” he mumbled, turning around. Seeing the light switches behind me, he walked over and flipped the switch.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand nothing. Great.

“Uh, not going on,” he said.

“Yes, I'm aware. Thank you,” I sassed. He gave me an unamused look, to which I sighed at. “Ask someone, babe.”

“Okay, I thought this was more of an auditory thing.”

“I still wanna see what I'm hearing.” I started to walk around slowly at this point, looking around.

“Make sense,” he said, before walking out.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

After leaving Emma alone in the operating room, Stiles went in search of someone to ask about the lights not coming on in the room when he ran into Melissa.

“Hey, Melissa,” Stiles said. “What's going on in the operating room?”

“We've been having issues for the last hour,” Melissa said. “Maintenance is coming to check it out. For now, that floor is down to back-up lighting.” She picked up a patient folder out of its holder from outside a room. She turned to Stiles to ask her next question. “I thought you said this was more of a hearing thing.”

“Auditory, yeah,” Stiles said, trying to correct the nurse standing in front of him.

“Yeah,” she said, tone saying it's the same exact thing. She walked away to go back to her job.

“It's also an Emma thing,” he said before walking off to the elevators. He stepped in and hit the button for his desired floor. When the doors closed, he noticed a figure standing in the back left corner of the elevator. Confused, he turned his head to the side, not knowing who this woman was.

She walked out as the doors slid open, Stiles watching her. He walked after her, coming to the realization of who this woman is.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

Not long after Stiles had left, I started hearing noises. Beeping noises, like the heart machine. I looked over at it, interest piqued, and started walking towards it. I leaned in close and put my hands on it, hearing indistinct whispering. I put my ear up to the screen, hearing that same voice whispering one name. Hayden.

I picked up a few cords that they put on you when you're either emitted or going into surgery, and what I saw terrified me. The Dread Doctors and a kid I've seen around school.

“Please,” the kid said. “Please, don't hurt me. Please. Please, don't hurt me.”

What I saw next grossed me out, but I was too caught up in what I was seeing to react. The Dread Doctors pulled back some of the kid's skin at his left ribs, revealing what I could only describe as glowing blue light.

“Your condition worsens,” The Surgeon said.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

Stiles continued to follow the woman down the hall, finally realizing who she was as she turned a corner. “Mom.”

He followed her to the roof, where she was standing on the edge. “Mom?” he asked. He walked towards her asking, “Mom, what are you doing?”

Sheriff walked right by Stiles to get to his wife. “Claudia.”

Stiles just watched as his father walked towards his mother, and climbed up to where she was standing on the roof as she turned around.

“What are you doing up there?” Sheriff asked.

“I couldn't stand to be in that room anymore,” Claudia said. She started to climb down from where she was standing. “Not with both of them looking at me like that.”

Stiles looked down at his hand as he felt someone grab onto it. Looking up at the culprit, her eyes were full of tears as they looked at each other. She nodded her head, letting him know that she was seeing it, too.

“Claudia,” Sheriff tried.

“They're trying to kill me,” Claudia breathed.

A tear slipped down Emma's cheek at what she was seeing, remembering.

“I don't care if you don't believe me, but they are. They're trying to kill me.”

Emma and Stiles watched as Sheriff held out his hand to Claudia, offering to help her down, her softly crying. Emma's grip on Stiles tightened, to which he returned as another tear slipped down her cheek.

“No,” Sheriff said. “That's not true. Come on down.”

Claudia walked towards the ledge with help of her husband, who then lifted her off the edge down his level. Sheriff wrapped his wife in a hug, sighing. “You have to remind yourself. It's the disease.”

Emma looked up at Stiles as a tear fell from his waterline.

“Remember what the dementia does?” Sheriff asked. “It gives you delusions.”

Stiles looked down at Emma, who was already looking at him. He let go of her hand, putting his arm around her shoulders.

“It makes you think that people are out to get you--”

“You don't see the way they look at me,” Claudia interrupted.

“Claudia, they're 10 years old,” Sheriff said.

She started crying a little bit harder. “He's trying to kill me.” She looked over at Stiles and Emma. “And she's putting it into his head.”

The two teenagers looked down at the ground, realizing that they're seeing their shadows, but as the ten year old's Sheriff mentioned not ten seconds earlier.

“Stop it,” Claudia said. “Stop looking at me like that. Stop it!”

Stiles pushed Emma behind him, trying to protect her like he always did.

Claudia fought against Sheriff, getting out of his grasp, running at the teens, yelling, “Stop looking at me!”

“Mom-- what are you do--” Stiles stammered as his mom hit him on his arms, repeatedly. “Mom--”

Emma moved out of the way so as to not be trampled by her boyfriend as he fell down to the ground.

“Claudia! Stop!” Emma tried, but it went on deaf ears as she continued to slap at Stiles.

Emma was the first to start coming out of the shared memory, seeing the same kid she'd seen before on top of Stiles, hissing at him. She screamed as she fell to the ground, feeling a sense of electric shock come through her, as well as not being able to breathe, almost like she was having an asthma attack.

She couldn't see what was going on, just hearing grunts and fighting going on.

Meanwhile as Emma was laying in an unknown pain, Stiles was getting slashed at by whatever supernatural was attacking him.

Theo jumped in, grabbing the kid's wrist and growling at him, trying to get him to stop. He did so by pushing him hard, sending him flying across the roof. Sparks flew as Theo jumped in front of him. Theo blocked a swing from the kid, hitting his other arm before grabbing both arms, kneeing him in the side. Theo then twisted the kid around by his arms, letting go to let the kid spin in the air a little before landing on his back.

Theo went to grab his hands, but the kid kicked him back before getting up. Theo lurched towards the kid, wanting to fight back, but the kid pushed Theo up against the chain link fence that was to the side of them, sparks flying from inside.

The Kid knocked Theo's right leg from under him, sending him down to the ground. He stepped on Theo's wrist, causing him to let out a cry in pain.

Emma still laid on the ground, wheezing and gasping for air, knowing instantly that it was Scott. She then took a deep intake of breath, coughing to get her breathing back to normal. Sitting up to see what was going on more clearly, she saw Theo toss the kid to the ground.

The Kid stood back up, trying to swing at Theo again, who blocked him... yet again. Grabbing his arm, Theo twisted the Kid's arm back, breaking his bones before grabbing his throat.

Emma looked away as the urge to scream hit her like a bus. She heard everything; Theo ripping out the Kid's throat and the blood splattering to the ground. She stood as she heard someone whisper her name.

Her and Stiles ran at each other, meeting in the middle in a tight embrace. With their arms still around each other, they turned to look at Theo.

“Stiles... Emma...” Theo said. “You can't say anything. Please, don't say anything.”

Stiles and Emma looked up at Theo as he quickly looked from them to the Kid then back to them.

“Why not?” Stiles asked.

“Because I never said anything about Donovan.”

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