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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 81 ; Memory Lost

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 6,561 Warnings: angst, fluff, lots of hand holding, A/N: Hi, friends! 81 Chapters down, 19 to go!! 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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If you were to ask me what I’d be doing with my night, I’d be lying if I said laying in bed with Stiles, wrapped up in the sheets, listening to his heartbeat. But alas, that’s not what I’m currently doing. But what I was doing was standing in between Scott and Stiles with my arms crossed, scowl on my face, watching my loving boyfriend get a brace put on two of his fingers. Erratic driving, kids. Don’t do it.

“What in the hell... were you three thinking?” Sheriff asked.

“Don’t put me in that equation. I was dragged into this,” I said, turning to face my godfather.

“We were just trying to help,” Scott said.

Dad chuckled. “Why don’t you try and help us understand…” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “...what the hell happened here?”

“Right, well, we were trying to gently persuade him to pull over…” Stiles said.

“Yeah,” Scott said.

“That’s not exactly how I would put it,” I muttered.

If you think that Scott wolfed out on top of the dude's hood is us gently persuading him to pull over… then you’d be correct… because that’s exactly what happened.

“He was getting away,” Scott said, more as a question than a statement.

“He got away,” Dad and Sheriff said.

“Right. Because obviously he’s some sort of criminal mastermind, Dad,” Stiles said.

Sheriff and Dad moved around us, walking to the back of the van we were… persuading to pull over… well, actually, just the boys. I was just an accessory.

“Uh-huh,” Sheriff said.

“You wanna guess what the stolen merchandise is?” Dad asked.

Sheriff opened the back doors of the van, revealing what looked like tanks. “Hmm?”

My face fell as I looked at the tanks. “Oh, no,” I muttered, putting my thumb and middle finger against my temples.

“Critical life-saving medical equipment?” Stiles asked.

“No,” Sheriff said.

“Poison gas?”

“Nope,” Dad said.

“Filled with drugs?”

Both Sheriff and Dad leaned forward, saying, “Helium.”

“Helium?” Stiles said… more like singsong stuttered.

“Get my daughter home. Now,” Dad said.

“On it,” Scott said.

The three of us walked back to the Jeep, Scott hopping in the driver’s seat, me in the back, and Stiles in the passenger seat.

Scott drove us down the road, silence filling the Jeep for a little bit. “This could be a good thing,” he said.

I watched as Stiles leaned down in his seat a little, bringing his right foot up to rest on the seat. “That we saved helium?” he asked.

I moved from the middle of the seat to over behind Stiles, putting my arms around his shoulders the best I could, resting my chin on his shoulder.

Scott chuckled. “I mean, that--”

“What he means, babe, is that… they don’t need us anymore,” I said, tilting my head to the side, getting a good look at the constellation on the left side of his face.

Stiles scoffed at my statement, looking out of his window. “Okay, well, they need us. They just don’t know it.”

“We’re all going off to college soon,” Scott said. We both looked at each other before he nodded at me. I turned my head back to look at Stiles, shifting forward in my seat a little to see him better.

“So Beacon Hills is gonna have to survive without us,” I said, gentleness coming through.

“Beacon Hills will burn to the ground without us,” Stiles said.

“Babe,” I said, putting my hand on his right cheek, guiding his face towards me so I could look into those whiskey eyes. “They don’t need us.”

He turned his face in my hand, kissing my palm. His phone vibrating broke apart our little moment, causing me to scoot back a little for him to retrieve his phone from his pocket.

He jumped forward a little, foot dropping back to the floorboard. He held his phone up, his dad’s name on his phone. “They need us!”

~~~

We get to the station, standing by Sheriff’s office door as he walks up to a little boy sitting in a chair in front of his desk… my dad standing in the office with his best friend.

“Alex, you know we’re having trouble locating your parents,” Sheriff said, kneeling in front of the kid we now know as Alex.

Dad knelt next to Sheriff, telling Alex, “And since you can’t remember anything, we have a method, an unusual method that might help you remember.”

“But we need you to be okay with it,” Sheriff added. “We also need you to know that it’s probably gonna hurt.”

“I don’t care,” Alex said. “I just want to find my mom and dad.”

Sheriff and Dad looked at each other for a moment before looking back over their shoulders at me, Scott and Stiles.

The three of us walked in the office, shutting the door. Dad wrapped his arm around my shoulders, giving me a quick side hug before helping Sheriff close the blinds.

I went back to Stiles’ side, wrapping my arm around the middle of his back. Sheriff and Dad came to stand behind us, observing Scott and Alex.

“You ready?” Scott asked from his squat next to Alex, who nodded his head. Scott put his fingers near the back of Alex’s neck, flicking his claws out, digging them in. Alex’s eyes rolled in the back of his head, letting me know that Scott was successfully seeing Alex’s memories.

After a few minutes of just watching Scott and Alex, the Alpha came out of his trance, standing up and backing into me and Stiles, gasping.

“What’d you see?” Stiles asked.

“I saw a guy… on a horse,” Scott said.

“Horse?” I asked. “Like, neigh, horse?”

Scott looked over at me. “He had a gun.”

“Okay,” Sheriff said. “A guy with a gun. That sounds like our department, not yours.”

“What about his parents? What happened to them?” Stiles asked.

“I don’t know,” Scott said. “That’s all I remember. But… I got this feeling.”

“What kind of feeling?” Sheriff and Dad asked.

“They’re coming back,” Alex said.

I looked over, seeing that his head had fallen forward when Scott retracted his claws.

Alex looked up at us. “They’re coming for me.”

~~~

We called Lydia and Malia to come and help us out. Lydia for me and Malia… well, she could help by sniffing them out.

I was sitting inside of the car, trying to get a premonition while Lydia, who was outside of the car, put her hand on the glass, trying to get the same thing.

Getting nothing, she walked to the passenger side, getting in.

I closed my eyes, continuing to try and get the feeling, but came up short. I opened my eyes, looking at myself in the rearview, Lydia humming.

From the backseat, my loving spazzed out boyfriend popped up. “What?”

“This is a perfect shade for me. Forget the name,” Lydia said, motioning to her eye makeup.

I sighed as Stiles said, “Can we please stay on topic here?”

“Babe, we’re not getting anything,” I said, looking at him through the rearview.

Hearing Malia howling, Lydia got out of the car, clothes in hand. “I don’t think they’re dead,” Lydia said, handing Malia her clothes back.

“They’re dead. Probably torn apart,” Malia said.

“Good way to be optimistic for a kid,” I sassed.

Ignoring me, Malia continued, “The only thing I don’t get is why there’s no blood.”

“They’re not dead,” Lydia said.

“If they were dead, we’d sense it,” I said, motioning back and forth between Lydia and I.

“If they were alive, I’d smell it,” Malia said, putting her shirt back on.

“Yeah, Em, I’m not getting anything either,” Scott said.

“Scott, what are you talking about? You were in his head for four minutes,” Stiles said.

“He timed it,” I added.

“Well, it’s not an exact science,” Scott said. “And he’s a kid. Maybe he’s too freaked out to remember.”

“Why does it matter if they’re dead?” Malia asked. “Dead is dead.”

Stiles leaned against the car behind him, grabbing my hand and pulling me to stand in front of him, his arms wrapping around my waist. “Okay, if it’s just a robbery, we can’t help them.”

“And if it’s supernatural, our dad’s can’t help them,” I added.

“It sounds like the two of you want it to be supernatural,” Lydia said.

“Oh, no. Not me,” I said, pointing to myself then to Stiles with my next words. “Talk to him.”

“It’s been, like, three months since anything’s happened,” Stiles said.

“Yeah, and once a week you drag me and Emma out of bed like we’re some sort of supernatural metal detectors,” Lydia countered.

“Okay, it is way more often than that,” Stiles said. “Y-y-you can’t tell me that you think this is just some series of impossible coincidences?”

“What I’m saying is maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.” Lydia and Malia walked off, the were-coyote hair flipping on the way out.

Stiles had stood up while he and Lydia were arguing, moving to my left to walk after them.

I looked over at Scott, giving him my best help me fix this face as he took a few steps towards us.

Stiles turned around and faced Scott, neither of them saying anything. Stiles sighed and walked to the drivers side of the car, getting in and slamming the door shut.

I sighed, “Scotty.”

“What do you want me to do, Em?”

“Go be his best friend. He needs that right now.”

Scott sighed and hung his head for a moment. “You’re also the one that said they didn’t need us.”

“And now I’m retracting my statement. Scott, you saw something in Alex’s head. You know what happened to his parents, even if you don’t remember at this very moment. You will eventually.” I looked over at Stiles, seeing him either sulking or trying to figure something out. “So, the both of us are gonna walk over to the car, and talk to him. Well, you are. I’ll just stand there and look pretty.” I walked over to the car, resting my elbows on the window sill.

“You’re staring at a broken windshield,” I sing-songed, feeling Scott stand behind me.

Stiles sighed, staring at the windshield. “There’s something wrong with it.”

“It’s broken,” Scott said. “And it wasn’t a magic bullet. It was a regular bullet. That blew out a regular windshield. Just like that one, and that one…”

I looked around at all the windshields Scott was pointing out before looking back to the car we were at. “You wanna rethink that one, Scotty?”

He didn’t pay attention to me, keeping his gaze on the last car, whispering, “...and that one.” He looked back at me and Stiles, finally picking up what I was putting down.

Stiles leaned forward, picking up a piece of the windshield, looking at it intently. “Magic bullet.”

~~~

The next morning, I made sure to get up earlier than normal to get myself ready for picture day. It was my last yearbook photo ever for High School and I wanted to look my absolute best.

I sat down at the stool in front of Sydney, who was standing behind the camera. I smiled my best smile… before my awesome boyfriend came up and ruined it.

“Emma, so…” Stiles said, stopping at the sound of the camera shuttering. He looked at Sydney quickly before looking back at me. “My bad, sorry, go ahead, look pretty.”

I shook my head, putting on my best smile again… getting interrupted again.

“One sec--” Stiles said, looking at Sydney… again.

“That was a good one!” Sydney said.

This went on for three more pictures.

“Stiles!” I said.

“You’re still in the photo,” Sydney said.

“Sorry,” Stiles said.

“You ruined it,” I groaned, pushing him back towards our table. “My last yearbook photo ever, and ya ruined it.”

“Why would I want to ruin your yearbook photo?” Stiles asked.

“Maybe because you haven’t signed up for your own photo yet?” Malia suggested.

“No,” I said, sitting down next to Scott. “I watched him fill out the form.”

“She’s right,” Stiles said, pulling the paper from his back pocket. He unfolded it, showing it to Malia.

“It’s blank!” she said.

Stiles looked at it, a confused look all over his face. “Uh…”

“That can’t be right,” I muttered, taking the paper from his hand. Sure enough, it was blank. I hummed, handing it back to him.

“Or maybe you’re sublimating the stress of graduating by avoiding key milestones,” Scott said.

We all looked at him like he was a little crazy.

“Psych paper.”

I gasped. “Oh, my God!” I smacked Scott on the arm. “Why didn’t you remind me?!”

Scott just chuckled as Stiles put his hands on my shoulders. I leaned back against him.

“Hey, your dad searched the car. No slugs, no exit holes. And the address Alex gave my dad, it’s an abandoned house. Come on! Missing parents, suspicious guy on horseback, magic bullet. Who’s comin’ with?” Stiles said, a little pep in his step.

“I’ve got to retake my photos and start my Psych paper,” I said, looking up at him.

“Yeah, not interested,” Lydia said.

“Yeah, I agree,” Malia said.

“I cannot miss any more classes,” Scott said.

“Scott. Scott,” Stiles said.

“I missed 38 last semester. And Lydia’s mom is the only reason I’m still in school. I can go after school.”

“Yeah, me too, babe,” I said.

“You know what?” Stiles said, taking his hands off my shoulders and taking a step back. I’d be flat on the ground if it weren’t for Scott’s wolf-like reflexes. Get it? Cause he’s a werewolf? Alright, nevermind. Back to Stiles. “Forget it. I’ll take Liam.” He sighed, looking over at Liam… who was with Hayden… locking lips. “Yeah, I’m not taking Liam.”

Scott hummed in agreement as Sydney came walking up, asking, “Hey, can I get a candid?”

“Uh, no,” Stiles said as Scott said, “Yeah, sure.”

Stiles motioned for me to stand up, so I did. He pulled me to sit sideways on his lap as Scott pulled him to sit in between him and Lydia.

“Okay, fine,” Stiles said. He reached in his pocket for the broken piece of the windshield. “If you can explain to me why this is blue, I’ll let it go.”

I looked at the piece of glass along with Scott, noticing that it was indeed blue… well, blueish-green.

“Everyone smile,” Sydney said.

Stiles put his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him as Scott leaned more towards us. I put my arm around Stiles shoulders, putting my hand on the side of his head, kissing his cheek.

After hearing the camera shutter, I looked at Sydney. “Can we get a couple copies? More like 3?”

She smiled. “Yeah, sure, Emma.”

~~~

I decided to go with Scott to ask Mrs. Finch about the piece of glass from the windshield… since Stiles was so adamant about it.

Mrs. Finch held up the glass, stating, “A chemical interaction could cause a tint.”

“What about the muzzle flash of a gun? Could that be blue or green?” I asked.

“A muzzle flash is created by superheated gases leaving a gun. Uhm, it’s possible that the gas could include copper, barium, cesium. Those can burn blue and green.”

“Can that tint the glass?” Scott asked, gesturing to the piece of glass in her hand.

“You think a gun did this?”

“Maybe,” Scott said while I said, “In theory.”

We took that information back to Stiles, who was more than eager to leave the school.

All of us walked down the hallway. Even though I stopped at my locker, I could hear their conversation.

“Thirty-nine?” Stiles asked.

I chuckled and shook my head, opening my locker.

“Thirty-nine,” Scott agreed.

I grabbed the notebooks I needed, closing my locker at the same time they opened the doors at the end of the hall… only to be escorted back in by Mrs. Martin.

“Neither one of you are going anywhere. That goes for you, too, Emma,” Mrs. Martin said.

I scoffed in shock, mouth open. “But I wasn’t--”

“Thirty-eight classes, Scott,” Mrs. Martin continued. “I had to beg the superintendent.”

“Mrs. Martin, Scott is the sworn protector of Beacon Hills,” Stiles said.

“He can protect it at 3:30,” Mrs. Martin countered.

The boys walked by my locker, Stiles with his hand out. I took it as he said to Scott, “We’re not waiting until 3:30.”

Yeah. That didn’t work out to his advantage.

We were currently sitting in our last class of the day, me in my normal spot between each boy. They were both watching the clock while I was doodling in my notebook; the sole reason I stopped at my locker to retrieve it.

I chuckled quietly as Stiles looked over in my direction, giving me a look that said he was fed the hell up with the slow moving hands on the clock.

I was in the middle of a doodle when I heard a woman singing. Scrunching my brows, I picked my head up, looking behind me at Lydia.

“Do you hear it, too?” I mouthed, to which she nodded. I looked back over at Stiles, seeing him tapping his thumb on his desk. He really should take up drumming.

Around 30 minutes had passed by before the bell rang. Scott and Stiles gathered their bags quickly, making their way out into the hallway with the rest of the students… save for me and Lydia.

Once I realized that Lydia was standing at my desk, I closed my notebook and shoved it into my bag, standing up to shoulder my straps. Lydia and I started walking out of the classroom, but I stopped walking when I heard rain pattering.

“Lydia, please tell me you hear the rain, too,” I said, a little bit of fear in my voice.

“Yup,” she said.

I looked at the TV, seeing that the static screen was on as thunder rolled. Lydia and I reached out to touch the screen when a bolt of lightning struck in front of us, sending us flying backwards.

I jolted in my seat, looking down at my notebook, seeing that I had drawn a bolt of lightning on my paper.

“Em,” Lydia said.

I looked up at her, seeing her standing next to my desk. My phone ringing caused me to jump about 5 feet out of my skin. I grabbed it from my backpack, seeing Stiles’ face on my screen. “Yeah?” I answered.

“Where are you?” he asked.

“Still inside. I’ll be out in a minute,” I said, before I hung up. I sighed and stood from my desk, putting my phone in my back pocket.

Lydia and I both went outside, arms locked. Whatever the hell that premonition was, I didn’t want to know the meaning behind it.

I got in the front seat of the Jeep, taking Stiles’ hand once he got the vehicle in the gear he needed.

~~~

After getting to the house, I quickly got out of the Jeep so that Scott could get out. The three of us stood in front of the vehicle, looking at said house.

“Pretty nice,” I said. I tapped Stiles on the shoulder. “Wanna buy it?”

He chuckled and reached back for my hand, looking back at the house and sighing. “It’s not creepy at all.”

Stiles and I looked back at Scott, me handing him a flashlight before I felt a tug on my arm.

Scott was the first to walk in the house, me and Stiles right behind him. Part of me wishes that I hadn’t.

Cobwebs. Cobwebs everywhere. Made me shutter. “Uhm, that’s definitely not creepy at all,” I muttered.

We walked into the house more, the boys shining their lights through the house. Scott shined his light in what I figured was the dining room, a table for two set up.

Said Alpha turned to face Stiles and I. “Wanna split up?”

I grabbed Stiles’ hand a little tighter, wrapping my hand around his arm.

“Uh, absolutely not,” Stiles said.

“See, this is why I love you. You say what I’m thinking,” I said, looking off to my left at the staircase.

We slowly walked towards the staircase, Stiles stepping behind me.

“Just don’t touch anything,” he whispered.

Fun fact about me! I hate spiders. I have a fear of spiders. If there were such a thing as a were-spider, you can watch me catch the next flight to Nopesville.

Anyway. The three of us walked up the stairs, again cobwebs everywhere. Once we made it to the top of the staircase, there were two options; go right or left. We ended up choosing left since that’s where most of the doors up here were.

One of the rooms was completely empty, except for curtains. Looked like either an office area or a guest room.

“Maybe Alex got the address wrong,” Scott said, walking down the hall a little.

Stiles tugged on my arm to get me walking. “Or he lied,” he said.

Being up here gave me the creeps, like a… creepy Banshee vibe. It was weird. “Why would he lie?” I asked.

Another empty room… then another. Looking down at the last door of the hallway, we noticed one that was closed.

“Why is that door closed?” I said in my best Vernon impersonation from The Breakfast Club.

Stiles looked at me like he wasn’t impressed for a moment before he took a few steps towards the bedroom door, Scott and I following. Stiles paused for a moment before reaching forwards and opening the door. He walked into the bedroom first. Again, Scott and I followed behind him. What confused the hell out of me was that the bedroom was fully furnished, fit for a preteen boy.

“He didn’t lie,” Stiles said, looking back at me with his hand out.

“Why didn’t the cops say anything about this?” Scott asked.

Stiles and I looked at each other.

“They don’t know it’s here,” I said, looking back at Scott. “They can’t come here without a warrant, and there’s no owner of record to serve a warrant to.”

“And unless there’s some kind of threat or imminent danger, they wouldn’t come in,” Stiles added.

Scott looked around for a moment before putting on his focusing on his hearing face.

“What?” Stiles and I asked.

“I think I heard something,” Scott said.

“I would hope you heard something. You put on your concentration face when you hear something,” I said, crossing my arms.

Scott leveled me with a look before I raised my hands in surrender. The three of us moved to walk out of the room and into the hallway when Stiles stopped. He looked at pictures of Alex and the empty spaces beside him.

I walked up behind Stiles, putting my hand on his arm. “Looks like he took selfies. Really weird selfies.”

“Yeah, but look at this one,” he said, pointing to a frame on the desk. It was of Alex with his arm up, almost as if he was leaning against someone. The frame had #1 Dad on it.

“He must’ve taken this picture with his father,” I said. I rubbed my hand up and down on Stiles’ arm. “Don’t stress about this too much, handsome.”

“It’s hard not to,” he mumbled.

“Well then. I’ll just have to destress you later tonight,” I whispered into his ear.

He turned his head towards me, placing a kiss on my forehead.

“I’ll be downstairs with Scott, okay? Holler if you need me,” I said, giving his cheek a kiss before walking out of the room.

As soon as I was back downstairs, I noticed that Scott was looking at the table again that was set for two. “Scotty?”

“Em. Come look at this,” he said.

I walked over to him, seeing that there weren't plates and glasses sitting there anymore. He looked at me, the question filling his eyes.

I shook my head, “No. Banshee senses aren’t tingling.”

Scott and I decided to explore a little more before we heard footsteps approaching. We decided, like idiots, to follow the sound… running into Mason and Liam.

“What-what are you doing here?” Liam asked.

“This is Alex’s house,” Scott said.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“This is where the compass led us,” Liam said.

“What compass?” Scott and I asked.

Mason stepped forward, showing us said compass… that was spinning like crazy. I looked over at the staircase upon hearing Alex’s bedroom door closing.

“Why is it doing that?” Scott asked, regaining my attention.

“I have no idea,” Mason said.

Liam pulled out his phone that had a compass on it already, it spinning like crazy as well. “They’re all doing it.”

“That’s strange,” I said. “I wonder why they’re all doing it.”

The glass on Mason’s compass shattered right before I heard thudding. I looked back at the staircase, saying Stiles’ name under my breath before I ran over to them and climbed them to get to my boyfriend.

“Stiles!” I yelled. When I rounded the last corner to the bedrooms, I saw him standing at the end near Alex’s room. “What? What happened?” I asked, rushing over to him and placing my hands on his cheeks quickly before putting them on his shoulders, his own hands coming to my arms.

“He was here. He shot at me,” Stiles said. He looked at Alex’s door then back at us. “It was one of the guys you saw in Alex’s memory.”

“The guy who took his parents?” Mason asked.

“No, no, no. They weren’t just taken,” Stiles said. “They were-- they were made to disappear. That’s why there’s no furniture, that's why they weren’t in any of the photos.”

It was quiet for a moment before it hit me like a bus. “They were erased.”

Stiles locked eyes with me for a moment before he quickly turned around and opened Alex’s bedroom door back up.

“Oh, shit,” I mumbled. What I saw was horrifying.

Alex’s bedroom was completely empty.

~~~

The five of us went back to the school to do research on what’s been happening the past few hours. It was nighttime by the time we were done for the night.

Stiles and I were walking along the sidewalk, him with a book in his hand. “I keep feeling like it’s familiar, ya’know? Like I’ve heard it before,” he said.

“Pensée a civage?” I said. “That’s French. A lingering thought you can’t reach.”

“Okay, well, is there a French word for, feeling an overwhelming sense of urgency and impending doom?”

I chuckled. “Anxiety?”

He looked like he wasn’t amused as my chuckles died down.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

He sighed. “Is your Banshee intuition saying anything about what this is?”

We stopped walking to face each other. “Babe, you don’t have to figure it all out right this second. Yes, it’s one of the things that I love most about you, but I also know how you get when supernatural stuff happens.”

“But this kid, babe. This kid’s got no one,” he countered. “Ya’know, and…” he flipped a page, looking at them. “There’s a reason why. There’s gotta be.”

I looked down at one of the pages, seeing the title The Lost Colony of Roanoke. “That’s a good, spooky story,” I said, pointing to the page.

Stiles sighed and closed the book. As soon as he did, thunder clapped and, oddly enough, I started hearing music. “Give this man a ride, sweet family will die. Killer on the road.”

“Riders on the Storm?” he asked.

“What?” I asked, the music disappearing.

“That’s the song, Riders on the Storm?”

My eyes widened a little as I pointed at him. “That’s it.”

“What’s it?”

“The Ghost Riders, babe. The Wild Hunt. They come by storm, riding horses, and they take people.”

He looked at me like I was the only girl in the world for a moment. “Emma, you’re so smart, I could kiss you right now!”

“Don’t kiss me unless a certain activity is gonna follow.”

“Not gonna, no. Mmm.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips before running off, yelling, “Did it anyway!”

“You owe me, Stilinski!” I yelled back at him, following him back inside the school. “Where are we going?”

“To find Scott.”

Our running through the school brought us to Scott, who was leaving the lacrosse field.

“Scott! Scott,” Stiles said, coming up to his side. “Hey. It’s called the Wild Hunt.”

“It’s a myth,” I said.

“Only, apparently it’s real,” Stiles said. “Like every other myth in this town that should just really remain a nightmare.”

“The guy on the horse?” Scott asked.

“Yeah, they call them--” Stiles looked down at me.

“Ghost Riders. They call them Ghost Riders,” I said.

“Ghost Riders,” Stiles repeated. “Hang on a second. Hey, that’s my jersey. Where’d you get that?” he asked a random player passing by.

“Coach gave it to me at practice,” the kid said.

Stiles looked back at Scott. “We had practice?” He turned to face me. “We had practice?”

I raised my hands. “Don’t look at me. I didn’t know.”

“Why doesn’t anyone tell me anything?”

“I love you?”

“Why would the Ghost Riders take Alex’s parents?” Scott asked, getting back on track.

“Scotty, it’s what they do. They take people, okay?” I said.

“They run around collecting souls,” Stiles said. “And once they take you, you’re gone.”

“But it’s not just you, it’s everything about you,” Scott said.

“Yeah, like how they took Alex’s room,” Stiles said, before looking off the side, putting the pieces together.

“Does that mean Alex is next?” Scott asked.

My phone dinged with a text.

Lyds: Come meet me in the Math room. Just you.

“Lydia needs me. I’ll go see what she wants. Call me when you find something out,” I said, leaning up to give Stiles a kiss.

“Alright, beautiful,” he said.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

~~~

What I wasn’t expecting when I got there was to see Malia there as well.

“Hey, I got your text. You wanted me to meet you here?” I said.

“Em, something terrible is going to happen,” Lydia said.

“But I’m sure you already knew that,” Malia mumbled.

I sighed. “Yeah.”

“What is it?” Malia asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“That’s why I need your help,” Lydia said.

“Okay, wait a second. I’m here so that Malia can help you figure out what the hell’s gonna happen?” I asked.

“To help us,” Lydia informed.

I nodded my head once. “Gotcha. My bad. Continue.”

My phone started ringing, which caused me to groan in protest. “I’m sorry.” I grabbed my phone from my back pocket. “Hello?”

“Sweetheart? Where are you?” Dad said.

“At the school. Why?”

“I need you to come meet me. I need to see you with my own two eyes.”

I sighed. “Alright. I’m on my way.” I hung my phone up, looking at the girls. “I gotta run. My dad’s freaking out.”

Malia nodded. “Alright.”

~~~

As soon as I ran into the hallway, I crashed right into a body, who steadied me against them.

“Damn it, Stilinski,” I muttered.

“I’ll check the Quad,” Scott said. “Let me know if you find them. And see if your dad knows anything.”

“Hey, Scott, wait,” Stiles said.

Scott turned back around from the start of his run.

“Uhm, I-I just, uh-- I wanted to say, uhm…” Stiles sighed.

“Tell me later,” Scott said, running off again.

“Yeah, alright,” Stiles muttered.

“Find who?” I asked.

“Oh, no.”

“Who are you talking about? Find who?”

“Liam and Hayden,” Stiles said.

“And we’re finding them, why?” I asked.

“Because they might be next.”

Stiles turned around, almost running to Mrs. Martin as she said, “Whoa, whoa whoa!”

“Sorry,” Stiles said.

“Slow it down.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Martin, sorry,” I said.

“It’s quite alright, Emma,” she said.

“Hey, have you seen, uh, Liam and Hayden?” Stiles asked. “Actually, forget that. Have you seen our dads?”

“Who?”

“Our dads. They’re here because of the body?” I said.

She looked at me like she knew who I was, then looked at Stiles like she didn’t. “How do you know about the body?”

“Because my dad’s the Sheriff and her’s is his right hand Deputy,” Stiles said. “Mrs. Martin, are you okay?”

“Uh, just wait here,” she said before walking towards the doors Stiles had just come through.

We shared a look before we darted down the hall, looking for our dads. We weren’t running for very long before I was pulled by someone in another direction. Stiles noticed and his eyes went wide.

“I’ll catch up. Go.”

He dashed back down the hall as I turned and faced my dad.

“Hey, Daddy,” I said before being pulled into a bone crushing hug.

“Thank God you’re alright,” he sighed.

“You’re crushing me, so no. I’m not alright,” I groaned.

He pulled away, keeping his hands on my shoulders.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Your friends found a body in one of the closets,” Dad said.

“Gross,” I said, before realization hit. “Wait. What friends?” “Liam, Hayden and Mason.”

“Which way did they go?”

“Uhm,” Dad said, looking around. “I think they went that way.” He pointed behind him.

My phone dinged again with another text message.

Lyds: Keep Stiles safe and with you. Don’t let him out of your sight.

To Lyds: Why?

Lyds: I know you heard the song. You’re always with him. Keep. Him. Safe.

“Uh, Daddy. I gotta go,” I said, looking from my phone to him. “I gotta go find Stiles.”

Dad looked at me like I was crazy. “Emma. Who’s Stiles?”

“My boyfriend? Your best friend's son? Dad, I--” I said, before realization hit me. “Oh, no. Not Stiles.” I ran around him, now on a wild man hunt to find the love of my life. “STILES!”

Running left and right, I was going around every corner, calling out for him. I finally found him coming out a set of double doors.

“Stiles!” I yelled, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Emma? You know me. Oh, thank God. You know me,” he said, returning my hug.

“I know you,” I said. I pulled back, looking him in the eyes, my arms still wrapped around his neck. “But I think everyone else is forgetting.”

He looked behind me, the wind picking up. He looked off to his right, spotting something. “Hey, do you see him?” he asked, still looking in that direction.

I turned my head over my shoulder, not seeing anything there but the school, my hands dropping to his arms. “See what?” I asked, fear lacing my voice.

“The guy on the horse,” Stiles said, pointing to what he was seeing.

“Stiles, if you can see them, they’re gonna--” I said, tears already filling my eyes.

“No, I know, I know,” he said, putting his hands on my cheeks. “Okay. They’re comin’ for me. So you have to get away from me right now, okay?”

“Stiles, you’re fucking crazy if you think I’m leaving you,” I said.

He looked at me with all the love in the world. “Alright, come on, come on!” He laced our fingers, turned around and started running. “This way, this way. Come on.”

It was a good thing I was wearing my trusty Converses.

We turned a corner, but stopped at Stiles’ multiple whoa’s. He turned around, saying, “Okay, this way, come on.” before stopping again.

“Where are they?” I asked, looking around at the trees.

“They’re everywhere. Come on, come on. Emma, don’t look at them, okay? Don’t try to scream. They’ll take you, too. Just do not look at them.”

We ran towards the Jeep while Stiles was telling me what not to do before we both got in, me telling him that I wouldn’t. He fumbled with the keys for a second before putting them in the ignition before going absolutely still.

“Babe, what are you doing? We need to go!” I said.

He pulled the keys out of the ignition. “There’s no time.”

“No, there’s time. Just start the damn Jeep!”

“Emma-- Emma!” he said, turning to face me.

I sighed and looked at him, tears lining my eyes.

“Emma, I’m going to be erased, okay? Just like Alex. You’re gonna forget me.”

“I won’t. No, I won’t. I can’t,” I said, voice shaky.

“Beautiful, you will. Just try to find some way to remember me, okay? Remember how you were the first girl that slept in the same bed with me when I saved you in the woods? Remember how you were the first girl I ever danced with? Or how I had a crush on you Freshman year. Sophomore year before we got together? Remember the ring that’s sitting against your heart? Remember how you saved my life?”

“You saved my life, too. On multiple occasions,” I said, earning a small chuckle from both of us.

I reached forward and laced our fingers together, leaning my forehead against his, sighing as tears streamed down my face.

“Just remember…” he whispered. “Remember I love you.”

Before I could press my lips against his, the door opened and he was yanked from my grasp, the door closing again just a second after.

My hand was still hanging in the air, missing his touch so damn much. I sat in the Jeep, looking out at the school in front of me, breathing deeply. “Remember.”

I reached under the collar of my shirt, bringing my promise ring out and holding it. “Remember… Remember.”

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I went home last night and fell asleep in Stiles’ bed with his shirt and a pair of my pajama shorts on, but when I woke up… I was in my room at my parents house.

I got dressed that morning like normal, but it seemed like I was waiting for something… or someone. I sat outside in the driveway, waiting for my ride when my mom came outside in a hurry.

“Emma? Why are you sitting in the driveway?” she asked.

“Waiting for my ride,” I said.

She looked at me a little funny. “You mean, the ride that’s sitting right there, that’s a white Jeep Commander?”

I looked at my Jeep, forcing a chuckle. “That’s the one!” I said.

“Alright, well, why don’t you get your little sassy butt to school?”

I fake saluted. “Aye, aye, Captain.”

Getting into my Jeep, I felt a little off. Almost like it was wrong to be driving myself to school.

When I got there, I parked in my normal spot, at the front of the school. I walked in, seeing Corey and Mason having a conversation, Liam and Hayden in all their couple glory, and everyone else walking and chatting with their friends.

Malia and Lydia walked in my view of my cousin and his friends.

“You okay?” Malia asked.

“Yeah, what’s wrong, honey?” Lydia asked.

“I have this feeling that I was supposed to do something,” I said.

Scott walked up then, asking, “Do what?”

I tilted my head to the side, tears lining my eyes and I grabbed the ring that was around my neck, holding it.

“I can’t remember.”

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