#mccall reader

Stiles is led down the stairs to the basement the agent house, he’s thrown to the ground once at the bottom of the stairs, before he has time to process he hears whimpering further into the dark room, he reaches for a light switch, it takes a few moments to find but when he does he flips the switch as quick as he can manage, and comes face to face with Boyd and Erica tied at the wrists hanging from the ceiling, duct tape covers their mouths.

Scott, Y/n and Issac were in the locker room with sheriff Stilinski while the other players were getting ready to leave the room. “I got to with the medical examiner and try and figure out with happened with Jackson. I’ve got an APB out in Stiles. His jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means…” Noah cuts himself off with a sad and worried sigh. “Well, I don’t know what that means. Um… Look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if either one of you see him…” “We’ll call you.” Issacs tells the man. “Look, he’s probably just freaked out from all the attention or something.” Scott tried to reason. He knows it’s not that simple but he doesn’t want to worry the sheriff even more than he always is. “We’ll find him.” Y/n adds. And she hopes they find him safely. Noah nods sadly. “Yeah, I’ll see you, okay?” And with that the older Stilinski walks away. “He’s not fine.” Issac whispers to the twins, both shake their heads, but are interrupted by coach walking up to them. “McCall.” Both twins look up but they both know coach is talking to Scott. “We need you on the team, okay? You know I can’t put you on the field next season if you don’t get your grades up.” Scott nods in agreement. “Yeah, I know, coach.” “All right.” Finnstock turns around to leave, but stops and faces the two players, mostly Scott. “I mean, I-i know I tell a lot, but it’s not like I hate you guys. Well, I kind of I hate, Greenberg. But, you know, that’s different. It’s Greenberg ”he chuckles, the three teens display small humorous smiles. “I’m just saying we… I need you on the team. Get your grades back up.” “I will.” The McCall boy tells him, and he means it, he’ll focus more on school work, find a better balance between the two side of his life. Coach walks out of the locker room after that. “Is that everyone?” Scott ask his sister and Issac. Both looking around the locker room to see they are I face the only three people left. “I think so.” Issac’s responses. The metal of Stiles sports locker clanks as Y/n watches her brother twist the door off his hinges. “I could have just dialled in his combination.” She says as she’s looking between the twisted door and her brother. Scott shrugs and smiles smugly. “Could have.” He reaches in and grabs Stiles shirt and one of his shoes. “You’re gonna find him by sent?” The Lahey boy asks. “We both are.” Scott tells him, handing the shoe for him to grab. “But how come you get his shirt and I get a shoe?” Issac complains, Scott looks up and sees Derek standing inside the locker room now, he grabs his sisters arm and slaps Isaac’s chest to get their attention, both looking up to see the man. “We need to talk.” Derek says looking between the three. Peter comes from behind a set of lockers to stand behind his nephew. “All of us.” Peter confirms. Shock, horror and confusion fill the twins. Issac has no idea who that is. “What the fuck?” Y/n mutters at the same time Scott says. “Holy shit.

“Shh.” Stiles tells the blonde girl who is whimpering in pain and fear. He tried to untie her, but the wires she’s tied to shock them both when he tried to bull them away from her arms. “They were trying to warn you.” Gerard tells the boy, as the man descends the stairs. “It’s an electrified.” He reached the bottom of the stairs, with a smug power hungry look. “What are you doing with them?” Stiles keeps his voice strong. “At the moment, just keeping them comfortable. There’s no point in torturing them, they won’t give up Derek. The instinct to protect their Alpha’s too strong.” Gerard explains. “Okay. So what are you doing with me?” He afraid of the answer but he tried not to show it. “Because Scott can find me, all right? He knows my scent. It’s pungent, you know? It’s more like a stench. He could find me even if I was buried in the bottom of the sewer covered in decal matter and urine.” Gerard finds the boy amusing. “You do have a knack for creating a vivid picture, Mr. Stilinski. Let me paint one of my own.” The older Argent start, and walks closer to the boy. “Scott McCall finds his best friend bloodied and beaten to a pulp. How does that sound?” Stiles would be lying if he said he was worried about what this man will go to, with Gerard it doesn’t matter if you’re supernatural or human, he’ll do whatever he pleases. “I think I might prefer more of a still life landscape, you know?” Stiles sees the man’s jaw tick. “What- what are you, 90? Look, I can probably kick your ass up and down this room.” Gerard stops him there with a strong closed fist backhand, knocking the young boy to the floor. Before getting down to his level and delivering another punch to the boys face. And another punch and another punch. And another.

“What the hell is this?” Scott demands. “You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the sheriff’s station.” Y/n frowns, if she remembered that night fully, she’d remember she already knew this. That she asked Derek to trust her, that is was all part of a bigger plan, that only worked if he didn’t know about it. But a traumatic head injury and a concerning amount of blood loss, she only remembered a a quarter of that night and most it being before she was knocked unconscious. “Okay, hold on. He- he threatened to kill my mom, attacked my sister and put her in the hospital. And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?” Issac looks to Y/n when she was mentioned with a questioning look, he has no idea what’s going on. “Yeah, a lot happened before you joined.” She told him nonchalantly. He nods. “I’m gonna go with Scott on this one. Have you seen his mom? She’s gorgeous.” Peter says. “Shut up!” The twins and Derek shout at the older Hale. “Who is he?” Issac leans over and asks the two McCalls. “He’s Peter. Derek’s uncle.” Y/n fills him in on the basics while Scott fills him in on the rest. “Little while back, he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire, and Derek slashed his throat.” Peter holds up him hand in a wave. “Hi.” Issac nods with a sarcastic smirk. “That’s good to know.” “How is he alive?” The twins ask together. Derek sighs. “It’s a long story and the short version was he knew a way that could have possibly saved Jackson, but then I was told Jackson is dead.” He looks to his uncle, who looks disappointed. He has no idea why they’re here if Jackson is dead, but Peter insisted they all talk, because he said it wasn’t over. “Okay, why is no one taking this as good news?” Issac asked for the three teens. “Because if Jackson’s dead, it didn’t just happen. Gerard had a reason to wait it to happen.” Everyone looked confused by this. Derek turned to face his uncle. “But why?” He asked. Peter made his way further into the room. “Well, that’s exactly what we need to figure out.” Peter starts. He got too close and Y/n felt uneasy and took a step back without realizing she did, no one noticed except Derek who took his own step closer to the group on instinct. “And something tells me the window of opportunity is closing. Quickly.” He finished.

Chris went to knock on his daughter’s bedroom door, but paused when he noticed her and Gerard speaking in hushed whispers. “I saw the lights flicker.” He tells his father. “Probably just one of the guests getting comfortable downstairs.” Gerard tells Chris. Then looks down to Allison. “Get some sleep if you can. I have a feeling the next 24 hours are going to be eventful.” He gloats making his way to the door. Chris stops him by blocking the door placing his arm on the wall. “Are you gonna tell me what happened at the game?” Chris asks. “Didn’t you hear.” Gerard smiles. “We won.” Chris is angry. “I meant Jackson.” “So did I.” He tells him son and moves his arm out of the way and leaves. Chris walks further into his daughter’s room as she taking off her black gloves. “You need something?” She snarks. “I want you to steal aside and let us handle this.” An amused frown falls on her face. “You’re kidding, right?” Her father shakes his head. “One of your friends is dead.” Now she’s angry. “Because of Derek. How do you think Jackson became that thing in the first place? Kate, mom, Jackson,” “what about Scott?” Her father cuts off. “What if he dies too? Or what about Y/n, those two are a team wherever he goes he goes and visa versa. What if she dies. Or Stiles.” Allison thinks for a minute but she smiles not a happy one. “Since when did you care about Scott? And if Y/n and Stiles wanna get in the middle of this and they end up hurt or dead, that’s on them.” She tells him coldly. “I care about you.” Allison Scoffs, bored of this talk. “Really, dad. If you’re going to start quoting from the list of the top five things a parent can say to a child everyday, why don’t you start with, ‘I’m proud of you because I’m doing exactly what you wanted.’” She moves over to her bedside table. “No, Allison. You’re doing exactly what he wants. We all are.” He says the last part mostly to himself, but loud enough so his daughter can hear it too. “I’m tired. I just really want to pass out, okay?” He sighs, he was hoping to get through to her, but he has seemed to have to luck. “Fine. By the way don’t forget you owe me a new bow.” “And I knew crossbow.” He says holding up the crossbow he just broke. He throws it back in the table and walks out.

Melissa sneaks into to where Jackson’s body is laying in a thick black body bag. Part of her wants to turn and rub the other way, another part is curious. “Are we rent gonna do this?” She asks herself. She exhales and nods. “Yeah we’re really gonna do this.” She moves slowly to unzip the bag and open it up.

Sheriff Stilinski is standing in his son’s room, talking in the phone. “Yeah, I’m not finding any clues here. Listen, if he… if he shows up at the hospital— okay, thanks.” He hangs up the phone. As Stiles turns into his room. Noah hasn’t spotted his son yet. “Oh, come on, Stiles. Where the hell are you?” In the door way to his room Stiles stands there, split lip, bruised and cut cheek. “Right here.” He answers his father’s question. Noah sees the state his son is in and goes to examine. “It’s okay. Dad, it’s okay.” He tried to tell him. Noah grabs the boys face and turns it to get a better look. “Who did it?” Stiles sighs. “It’s okay. It was just a couple kids from the other team. They were really pissed about losing and I was.. I was mouthing off, you know. The next thing I know.” His dad cuts off his lie. “Who was it?” “Dad, I don’t know. I didn’t even see them really.” But the sheriff doesn’t care. “I want descriptions.” “Look, dad, come on. It’s not even that bad.” Noah didn’t care, he was so worried then his son shows up in this condition. Now he’s pissed. “I’m calling that school. I’m calling them and I’ll personally go down there, and I’m gonna pistol-whip these little bastards!” Stiles has had enough. “Dad! I just- I said I was okay.” At this Noah, takes a breaths and pulls his son in for a hug.

Peter, Derek, Issac and the twins walk through the front door of the Hal house, the twins phones going off. “Oh, thank god.” Y/n breaths out. “They found Stiles.” Scott tells the others. “Look, I told you, I looked everywhere.” Derek told his uncle tone bored. Peter moves up a few steps on the staircase. “You didn’t look here.” He informs him as he moves a board out of the way, reaches into the step and pulls something out. Y/n leans to the side trying to get a better look, not sure what he has in his hands. “What is that, a book?” The Alpha asks confused. Peter looks up almost offended. “No. It’s a laptop. What century are you living in?” He looks back to what has now been discovered as laptop and opens it up. No one looks impressed. “A few days after I got out of the coma, I transferred everything that we had. Fortunately, the Argents aren’t the only ones that keep records.” Peter stands from the stairs and moves to the living room Derek, Issac and Y/n following after. Scott’s phone rings and he turns the other way to answer it, before he joins the rest in the living room. “Hey, mom, I can’t talk right now.” He tells her. “Oh, yeah? Well, I’m so freaked out that I can barely talk either.” She shakes and bites her thumb nail. “What’s wrong?” “Something.. definitely something. I don’t know what, but I think you’re gonna want to see this for yourself.” She confesses, turning back to see Jackson in some type of kanima venom cocoon. “And bring Y/n, I don’t want you to splitting up right now.” Scott hangs up and moves into the other room. “We have to go.” Is all he says to his twin, and moves to exit the house. She goes to follow, worried about the urgency. When a hand wraps gently around her upper arm, looking over her shoulder she sees Derek standing there, concern written on his features. “Call me, if anything happens.” He tells her. She only nods in reply before she follows her brother. Derek turns back to Peter and Issac who are staring at him. “What?” He asks in his normal detached tone. “Nothing.” Issac says quickly and goes to follow Scott and Y/n. “Not nothing.” Peter says with his signature cocky smirk as he looks back at the computer. Derek deciding not to bite, doesn’t say anything.

Issac climbs into the backseat telling the twins he’s rather be with them. “What’s going on?” Y/n asks her brother, once they’ve started to drive. “I don’t know. Mom just said we needed to see something for ourselves and for you and I not to split up.” “Can’t say I disagree with that idea.” She says worriedly. Scott nodding. He could agree more.

Stiles lays on his stomach on his bed, blankly staring at the wall, the last week had taken a huge toll on him, the events at the station was bad enough, but being kidnapped and beaten by Gerard, and then let go, that alone felt like a whole new ball park of mind games, and then to think of a another string of lies in the already long lost of lies he’s told in the past few months. A knock sound from the other side of his bedroom door. “Dad, I said I’m fine.” He calls. Another knock forces the boy out of bed and swings the door open, expect it’s not his dad. It’s Lydia. “Hi.” She says softly. “Hi.” He never expected her to be here. The strawberry blonde looks like she’s about to start crying again. “I— your father let me in.” She told him. “He did?” The boy seems more shocked by that then her actually being here. She gives him a confused and maybe slight hurt look. “I mean, yeah, of course he did.” She tilts her head and looks at his injuries. “What happened to your—“ he waves her off as if it’s no big deal. “Oh, uh— yeah, no, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine. Do you want to come in?” He offers, stepping aside to let her in. Lydia doesn’t say anything, but accepts his offer. He closes the door and turns to face her, her back is to him and tears are about to flood over her water line. “How you doing?” He asks gently. “They won’t let me see him. I’m supposed to give him something.” She’s crying now. “He kept asking for it back.” She holds up the shirt more boys house key.

The twins and their mother stand around the table Jackson’s body is laying on, looking at the clear venomous goo surrounding his body, his neck and head on the outside of the cocoon type things. “What’s happening to him?” Scott asks like the woman will have anymore of an answer to this then him. “I thought that you were gonna tell me. Is it bad?” She asks her son. “We’ll it doesn’t look good.” Her daughter pipes in. Jackson’s body move. “Whoa!” They all yelp, and Jump back. “No.” Is all that comes out of the younger McCalls mouth. “Um, mom, could you zip it up, please.” Scott almost begs. The woman hesitates for a moment not looking happy about having to go near the body again, but she moves and zips it up, but panics the whole time she’s zipping the bag. “Okay. Okay. Okay. Her we go.” The zipper gets stuck just under the boys chin and Melissa worked to fix it. The three teens behind her eyes go wide when the body moves again. It lifts his neck and hisses at the woman, his razor sharp teeth showing. “Mom, zip.” Scott says more urgently, not removing his eyes from the body. “Okay, okay, okay, okay.” It’s starts to shake and hiss again. “Zip! Zip! Zip!” The teenagers all exclaim. Finally the bag is zipped all the way up. “I know I said it before, but. No.” Y/name voice is shaky. They all stand there looking at the closed body bag, all to scared to move. Y/n takes a deep calming breath and pulls out her phone to call Derek and explain what had just happened, hoping maybe they could find something in the files Peter has.

In the basement of the Argent house hold, Chris stands in front of the betas, still tied to live wires. He moves his hand to the dial controlling to electrical wiring their contracted to. “You know, my family’s done this for a long time. Long enough to learn things like how a certain level of electric current can keep you from transforming. At another level, you can’t heal. A few amps higher, and no heightened strength. That kind of scientific accuracy—it makes you wonder where the line between the natural and supernatural really exists.” Both betas are crying and struggling while Chris is speaking, waiting for him to do something. His hand gets ready to turn the dial. “It’s when lines like that blur… you sometimes find yourself surprised by which side you end up on.” He doesn’t move the dial. He walks out.

Stiles sit down next to Lydia on his bed, tears still escaping the Martin girls eyes. “Hey, sorry, I didn’t have any tissues, so, uh..” he hands her a roll of toilet paper. “That’s fine.” She tries to smile. “God, I’m such a mess.” She wipes her eyes. A phone chimes of under her, he picks it up and hands it over to Stiles. “You have 17 missed messages between Scott and Y/n.” Stiles nods. “I know.” This shocks the girl. “Are you ignoring them?” “No. No, not really.” He’s not really sure. Tonight’s just been a lot. He knows his friends are worried, but he can’t bring himself to to answer. Lydia sees a Macy’s bag and his desk full of random stuff and decides to look at it. She finds earrings and bracelets and necklaces. “Why do you have women’s jewelry?” She asks with an amused smile. “Oh—“ he panics. “It’s Y/n’s” he tries to play it off, not wanting her to know the real answer. Lydia just shakes her head. “Y/n doesn’t really wear jewelry and when she does it’s more subtle. Wanna try again?” Stiles sighs, knowing he’s been caught, knowing Lydia would know that every small detail of her best friend. “Its just stuff that I bought, you know. For your birthday.” He admits. Lydia frowns and presses her lips into a thin line. “For me?” “Yeah, I just— I kind of didn’t know what to get you, so I just bought you like, a bunch of stuff. Like, a lot of stuff. And I know I could have just asked Y/n she would have know what you wanted or needed or what you already had, but I wanted to find something myself, and I got carried away, like really carried away.” He rambles and she continues to look over the things. “You know, I was gonna return anything that I didn’t give you.” Lydia can’t help the sweet laugh. She’s not use to this kind of behaviour towards her from a boy. Then she looks unimpressed by the box sitting in the floor next to everything else. “A flat screen tv?” He points to it. “Yeah, that I’m definitely returning.” They both laugh. Lydia’s phone beeps and she pulls it out to look, her smile vanishing from her face as she rushed to Stiles’ side showing him the phone. “You’re gonna want to read this.” He does, and it’s not anything good.

Derek and Peter are leaned over the laptop, looking over all the records, Peter moved. “They say he’s in some kind of transparent casing made from the venom coming out of his claws.” He moves his phone away from his mouth to fill in Peter. “That sounds officially terrifying.” Peter remarks. “It passed terrifying a little while ago.” Y/n mutters after hearing Peter’s comment. “They also say he’s starting to move.” He recites, what Scott said down the line. Derek puts Y/n on speaker and places the phone down on the table him and Peter are researching on. “Okay, look, I think I found something. Looks like what you’re seeing from Jackson is just the kanimas beta shape.” Peter tapes a few keys. “Well, meaning what? It can turn into something bigger?” Peter leans back in his chair further from the screen. “Bigger and badder.” He says. “What do you mean?” Y/n’s voice sounds from the small device on the table. “He’s turning into that? That has wings.” Derek says out loud. “No.” Y/n speaks. At the same time Peter says. “I can see that.” Derek picks up the phone and speaks into it. “Guys, bring him us.” Scott grabs the phone from Y/n when the body starts moving again, more than the last time. It’s waking up. “I’m not sure if we have time for that.” A hand inside the bag moves. “Oh! No.” Y/n slightly panics. Peter looks more in the computer trying to find anything else. “Look, somebody actually made an animation of it. Maybe it’s less frightening if we—“ he taps the keys and the screen starts screeching, Derek backs up quickly, startled by the noise and the so called animation, Peter shuts the laptop just as fast. “Nope, not at all. We should probably meet them halfway.” Peter says looking to his nephew. Derek puts the phone back to his ear. “Scott, get him out of there there— go now.” The man demands. As the two Hale men walk fast out of the house to meet up with them. “Derek, we need Lydia.” Peter tells him as they’re making their way out. “There’s no time for—“ Derek is cut off. “That’s the problem. We’re rushing. We’re moving too fast. And while everybody knows that a moving target is harder to hit, here we are, racing right into Gerard’s crosshairs.” He tries to talk the Alpha into slowing down. “If I get the chance to kill Jackson, I’m taking it.” Derek declares, and moves out the front door.

Gerard goes into Allison room to wake her. “Wake up, sweetheart. It’s starting.” He tells her. He killed Jackson because he needed the kanima to be stronger. So now they have to head to the hospital and retrieve him.

Scott, Issac and Y/n carry Jackson’s body out the back of the hospital. Scott has his head, space has his feet and Y/n have his mid section. Scott stops them when he sees hunters coming into the hospital. “Okay, go, go, go, go, go.” The McCall boy rushes out. They carry his body through the parking lot at the the car, Issac and Scott slip dropping there ends, leaving Y/n with all the weight doesn’t end well when she lands on her knees with the body rest on them. “Really, you two? With the super strength? I would have expected me to drop him, but both of you?” She whisper yells. She looks between them with a bitchy sarcastic ‘really?’ Look. “Sorry.” They both whisper. Going to pick up the body, they freeze when a black SUV pulls up and blinds them with their headlight. The car comes to stop and Chris Argent steps out glaring at them. “You’re alone.” Scott states. “More than you know.” He then kind of sadly. “What do you want?” Y/n asks. He lets out a heavy exhale, before answering the question. “We don’t have much in common, Scott. But at the moment, we all have a common enemy.” Chris explains. Scott looks down at Jackson’s body then back to the Argent man. “That’s why we’re trying to get him out of here.” “He’s not talking about Jackson, Scott.” His sister tells him, while not taking her eyes off Allison’s dad.

Stiles is still looking at the message on his phone then looks to the strawberry blonde. “How much do you know about this stuff?” He asks her. Pieces. Half of it’s like a dream.” She says quietly. She doesn’t know what’s going on, but she knows something going on with her. “Yeah, well, guess what? The other half is like a freaking nightmare.” He raises his voice. “I don’t care.” The Martin girl says with conviction. “I can help him.” She adds. Stiles shakes his head, what is with the sacrificial women in his life. He can really see why Y/n and Lydia are friends. “See, that’s the problem. You don’t care about getting hurt. But you know how I’ll feel? I’ll be devastated. And if you die I will literally go out of my frickin’ mind. You see, death doesn’t just happen to you Lydia, it happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how they’re gonna live the rest of their lives now without you in it? Huh?” He moves closer to her, a little too quick and slightly angry. Lydia takes a step back. “And look at my face, huh? Come on, you actually this was meant to hurt me?” When he sees the looks on her face, sad, concerned, worried, he realizes he may have taken it a little far and back up. “Um.. I’m so sorry.” He says softly. “It’s okay.” She squeaks out, the turns to leave the room. “I’ll find him myself.” “Hey, Lydia, wait.” He calls out defeated.

“Gerard has twisted his way his way into Allison’s head in the same way he did with Kate. And I’m losing her. And I know you’re losing her too.” Chris tells the group. “You’re right.” Scott says then looks to his sister, who nods, giving him the okay. “So can you trust us to fix this?” Scott asks. Chris thinks for a moment, before he nods. “Then can you let us go?” Scott’s asks. “No.” The teens looks worried until Chris speaks again. “My cars faster.” The load Jackson into the truck of Argents SUV and all climb in, Chris wastes no time peeling out the parking lot.

Stiles sits at his desk, turning his phone around in his hands, debating texting or calling his friends back, but he can’t bring himself to do it. Noah comes in slowly, watching his son. “She left, huh?” He asked the young boy. “Yeah.” Noah nods. “So was there, uh…” he paused and shrugged looking for the right thing to ask. “Anything there?” He went with. Stiles shakes his head. “No. No, she’s in love with someone else.” Maybe it was time to put that 10 year long crush to rest. “Ah.” The older Stilinski man walks into the room and takes a seat at the desk with his son. “Listen.. I know that getting beaten up, and with what happened to Jackson, has gotten you pretty shaken.” Noah starts. If only the man knew the rest. “But be happy about one thing. The game. You were amazing.” He smiles, finally getting a small smile from his son. “Thanks, dad.” Stiles tried to brush off but Noah wasn’t going end there. “No, I mean it. Look, it was pretty much over. And then you got the ball, and you started running. You scored, and the tide just turned. And you scored again and again. You weren’t just MVP of the game. You were a hero.” Thats where Stiles deflated and she shakes his head. “No, I’m not a hero, dad.” “You weren’t last night.” He pats his son on the back and walks out of his room, leaving the boy to think over some things. “I’m not a hero.” Stiles mutters to himself.

Chris, Issac and the twins pull up to a warehouse looking building. The four climbing out of the vehicle. Once Y/n stepped onto the asphalt and looked into the dark night at the warehouse a feeling of pure dread, came over her, it was so strong it was suffocating, her breathing became shaky, and everything in her being was telling her to not step foot in there. Leave the area immediately. Obviously she wasn’t doing by that.. Issac peers over into the trunk to look at the bag. “I think he stopped moving.” Issac told them. Scott looked to Issac, Y/n couldn’t look away from the building. She felt eyes in her and turned to see Chris looking at her. “Where’s Derek?” He asked. She shakes her head. They hear movement and turn back to the alleyway. Seeing someone running at them on all fours. Y/n jumped. Once they got closer they flipped and landed in a kneeling position, Derek looks up with glowing red eyes. And the McCall girl cant fight off the eye roll. Peter standing behind the bridge also rolls his eyes. “Someone certainly enjoys making an entrance.” Derek stands and glares at Chris. “I’m here for Jackson. Not you.” Chris tells the Alpha. Derek doesn’t look to convinced. “Somehow I don’t find that very comforting.” He looks over to the teens. “Get him inside.” Scott and Issac nod and go to grab Jackson, Y/n just stares at the building, she’s not helping the dumbasses who pretty much dropped a body on her the last time she helped with that. I side the warehouse the guys place Jackson’s body on the cement flooring, the feeling clawing its way deeper in Y/n only got stronger inside the warehouse. “Where are they?” Scott’s voice interrupts the girls thoughts. Derek looks around, he wants aware anyone else was coming. “Who?” Scott looks at Derek like it should be obvious. “Peter and Lydia.” He goes unanswered, as Peter peaks around corner and Derek steps over the body bag and moves to unzip it. “Whoa, no, no, wait a second.” Y/n panics. “Hold on a second.” Scott calls. Derek ignores and continues to unzip the black bag. “You said you knew how to save him.” Scott protests. “We’re past that.” Derek tells the boy dismissively. “What about—“ The Alpha cuts him off. “Think about it, Scott. Gerard controls him now. He’s turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog.” Chris is looking pissed and concerned and confused by the what he’s hearing Derek say. “And he set all of this in motion so that Jackson could get even bigger and more powerful.” Derek finishes. “No.” They all turn to Chris. “No, he wouldn’t do that. If Jackson’s a dog, he’s turning rabid, and my father wouldn’t let a rabid dog live.” He fights. “Of course not.” Gerard’s voice comes from behind them, all turning to see the man standing there. Derek steps In front of Y/n, but not blocking the McCall girls view. “Anything that dangerous, that out of control… is better off dead.” Derek retracts his claws and aims his arm down the plunge them into Jackson’s chest, but as he’s about to make contact Jackson’s eyes shoot open and he stabs his own venomous claws into the Alphas chest. Jackson stands up and throws Derek 20 feet back, leaving the rest of group gasping in horror, as Gerard stands back with an evil smile. “Well done to the last, Scott.” He starts slowly walking towards the teens and his son, as he continues to speak. “Like the concerned friend you are, brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn’t realize that you were also bringing Derek to me.” The whizzing sounds is hear throughout the building and Scott ducks out of the way, Issac isn’t fast enough and get an arrow to his shoulder. Scott’s looking back in the direction of the arrow he sees a woman is black duck about around the wall. “Allison?” Scott and Y/n move quickly to help lift Issac and move him out of the way.

Chris pulls out his gun and shoots Jackson in the chest. He shifts into full kanima while Chris take shot after shot on the monster. As he’s reloads the kanima jumps on the hood of the vehicle and wraps his tail around the barrel of the gun, throwing it out of the Argent man’s hand, Chris run and the kanima follows, the hunter pulls out a knife and goes to attack by his pushed by the creature, Derek jumps in front of the reptile and growls, hissing back they crouch in a sort of face off. Scott and Issac transform and take out their claws. Y/n feels out of place and useless. You got a hunter, and three were wolves, and then their human. Looking around, she sees a 2x4 on the ground and picks it up holding it like a baseball bat. She may be a small human, but she wasn’t just going to stand there and watch. Chris stands off to the side out of the way as well, watching the three werewolves fight the kanima. Not entirely sure who’s winning. The kanima advance in the McCall girl and she swings with every bit of upper body strength she has knocking the creature in the side of the head it’s stunned for a moment, but effort it can come at her again, Scott digs his claws into its side and back and tosses the thing back to the centre with the others, as their fighting continues. The wolves seem to be getting asses kicked, they put up a good fight. Derek gets thrown in the cement wall, but he comes back punching the kanima in the in face, Issac comes in to help, be he’s tossed across the area their in. Peter winces at the sight from his hiding place. Scott’s runs up from behind and kicks Jackson in the back, sending him to a wall, he’s then kicked across the room. Derek tried to re enter the fight but he’s slashed with the things claws. Issac gets off the ground to help, but is stopped by Allison right in front of him with two hunting knifes she doesn’t hesitate to start slashing the blades into the Lahey boys stomach, he throws a punch and she ducks, she moves behind him and stabs both blades into the bits back. She moves to her next target who just so happens to be Derek. Y/n comes up behind her friend quickly. Not sure she can be called a friend anymore the McCall girl thinks to herself. Thankfully she’s quick enough the Argent girl doesn’t see her until the back of her knee is kicked out from behind her and falls to her knees on the ground, she makes quick work to get up and faces the H/C haired girl. “You need to stay out of it.” She half spits half pleads. “Not gonna happen.” Y/n goes to punch her but is stopped when Allison swipes her leg out, Y/n falling on her back, she coughs the wind was knocked out of her, Allison stands up and makes another move towards Derek, this time she’s haunted by Scott. “No, Allison!” He yells when the girl raises her knife above her head. The kanima sneaks up behind her, grabbing her wrists causing her to drop the knives, then it’s scaled hand wraps around her neck, the knaima stopping her from killing Derek. Y/n takes the opportunity of the creatures distraction to quickly and quietly get up from the ground and move closer to her brother. Gerard walks out from the shadows and into view. “Not yet, sweetheart.” He tells his granddaughter, everyone looks shocked. The twins share a look, this might be the final act in the plan, but with all the unplanned twists and turns so far they can’t be 100 percent. But they feel like this is it. “What are you doing?” Allison asks shakily. Gerard and Scott make eye contact and a small nod from the boy let his sister know, this is it. “He’s doing what he came here to do.” Scott speaks.

Gerard looks shocked. “Then you know.” Allison none the wiser. “What’s he talking about?” Gerard looks to his granddaughter daughter then back towards the twins, but he speaks to Scott. “It was the night outside the hospital, wasn’t it, when I threatened your mother. I knew I saw something in your eyes. You could smell it, couldn’t you?” He asked. Issac that last part Issac caught on to both what he had said and now to the smell. “He’s dying.” Issac states. Y/n doesn’t take her eyes off the older man. “I am.” Her confirms. “I have been for a while now. Unfortunately, science doesn’t have a cure for cancer yet. But the supernatural does.” At that the older Argent looks down at Derek still lying on the floor, triggering his healing process, it’s quicker than at the station, but he can still feel the toxins spreading. Greased senses the kanimas grip loosen on his granddaughter and looks to the creature angrily, the grip tightens once again and she gasps for air. Both Scott and Chris take a step forward, wanting to help. “You monster.” Chris grits through his teeth at his father. “Not yet.” “What are you doing?” Allison cries. The kanimas grip tightens more. “You’ll kill her too?” Chris asks his father. “When it comes to survival, I’d kill my own son! Scott.” Scott hesitates before his human features come back, and takes slow steps towards Derek. Y/n knows what gonna happen, and she’s praying this works, but right now she’s terrified for if it doesn’t. Her breathing becomes shaky and her heart rate picks up, she looks between her brother and Derek and Gerard. Scott grabs the back of Derek’s neck, Allison gasps and Y/n squeezes her eyes closed for a moment before looking back. Scott lifts Derek off the floor. “Scott, don’t. You know that he’s gonna kill me right after.” Derek tells the boy. Tears fill the McCall girls eyes, but she doesn’t allow any to fall. The only thing going through her head is ‘please work’ Over and over. “He’ll be an Alpha.” Derek adds. “That’s true. But I think he already knows that, don’t you, Scott? He knows that the ultimate prize is Allison. Do this small task for me, and they can be together. You are the only piece that doesn’t fit, Derek. And in case you haven’t learned yet, there is just no competing with young love.” He explains, and takes off his suit jacket. “Scott, don’t!” Derek’s breathing is heavy as he tries to heal faster. “Don’t!” “I’m sorry!” Scott tells the man. “But I have to. He adds while taking Derek closer to Gerard. The older man rolls up his sleeve, Scott digs his claws into Derek neck so the reflex is extent his fangs, Gerard holds his arm to the Alpha. Chris is standing there shocked still trying to take in the information, Allison is crying and shaking her head. Y/n is having troubles getting her breathing to stay under control. Issac can’t look away. Gerard places his arm in Derek’s mouth and he bites down. Allison turns her head, Y/n holds her breath and the reflex to cover her eyes wins. Gerard screams in pain, his screaming stops and Y/n looks back. The older man pulls his arm from the werewolf’s fangs. Scott drops Derek and backs up. Gerard holds his arm up in some creepy victory. “What the—“ Peter says, still from his hiding. Scott picks Derek up from the ground and helps him stand, then moves to the other side of his sister, both men still slightly places in front of her.

Gerard’s bite starts pouring out black blood, his son looks overly confused at this, never having seen something like that happen, the twins look at each other, shocked and impressed. “What?” The older man asks when he notices the different way he’s being looked at, before losing his arm and looking at the mass amounts of black blood. “What is this? What did you do? He asks the twins who wear small proud smirks. Derek looks at the two McCalls wondering the same thing. “Everyone said Gerard always had a plan.” Scott tells Derek. “We had a plan too.” Y/n says to Gerard. At this the oldest Argent seems to understand something, and pulls out the silver tin he keeps his pills in, opening the lid and dumps the contents out in the palm of his hand. “No! No! No!” He repeats. “See Scott, could smell it and of course if he knows I know. We didn’t think much at first, honestly we didn’t care that you were dying. Until things started to progress and you started getting completely power hungry.” Y/n starts. “So when you were so focused on Derek’s whereabouts, that you needed me, that you used Allison to get me to help, we knew something was up and not just the normal hunter business.” Scott puts in. “If it was about some family business, whipping out the supernatural, you would have started with wanting to find his betas, because that would have been the way to get to him, not a couple of teenagers. You needed Derek for another purpose. And I will admit it look us longer to think of any possible reason, until we thought back to you being sick. And your right science doesn’t have a cure, and there’s no way you of all people would accept that.” Scott nods at what his sister said. “So, you were gonna get the bite of an Alpha, then because that wasn’t enough you were gonna become the Alpha.” Derek looks between the twins shocked, but now understanding why she asked him to trust her. It was all part of a plan, that they had cooked up together. “Now, we weren’t 100 percent sure that’s the route you were going to take, but we decided we needed to take precautions, just incase.” Y/n finishes. Gerard has officially caught on and crushes the pills in his hand, black dust falling. “Mountain ash!” He exclaims. Black blood starts to leak from the man’s nose, his eyes and his ears before he falls to his knees and pukes up so much black blood it’s terrifying, then collapses to the flooor completely. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Derek asks the McCalls. “Because you might be an alpha, but you’re not mine.” The boy states. “A nicer way of answering that question. Is if you had of known, you might not have put up as much of a fight as you normally would, and we didn’t want to risk him figuring it out. None of us thought about him using the kanima just to render you weaker, though.” Y/n tells the Alpha. Gerard spits up more blackness and yells at the kanima. “Kill them! Kill them all!” The kanima releases Allison as it looks to its master, giving the Argent girl enough time to elbow it in the face and duck away from the thing, before it can go after her, tires squealing gets everyone attention as the familiar powder blue jeep comes into their sight, hitting the kanima. It lets out a painful roar. “Did I get him.” Stiles asks looking out the passenger window to his friends. All the twins can do is smile. It’s short lived. When the monster busts in the hood of the jeep. Lydia screams and climbs out of the vehicle. “Whoa!” Stiles exclaims as the kanima hisses. He lets out a scream of his own and follows Lydia out of the passenger door and runs to Scott and Y/n as Lydia stops in front of the kanima. “Jackson.” The kanima stands up and is an inch away from her. And she hold up his house key. “Lydia!” Stiles and Y/n shout and both make their way to the girl but are stopped my Scott and Derek.

The kanima stops, and looks at the key, it kind flashes back to the night he gave it to the girl. It was a happy moment. It was Jackson’s connection to human. The scales start to disappear and Jackson starts to become himself again. Jackson takes a few steps back, slowly coming to. Derek sees Peter, and his eyes flash red as both him and Peter run to Jackson. Derek inserting his claws into the boys stomach and Peter’s into the boys back. The teens are shocked and Y/n’s hand cover her mouth. They removed their claws and step away, as Jackson’s body becomes weak and starts to fall to the ground, Lydia catches him. Derek places a comforting hand on Issac’s shoulder as the boy backs up closer to the Alpha. “Do you—“ Jackson starts to whisper to Lydia. “Do you still…” the strawberry blonde cuts him off knowing what he’s trying to ask her. “I do. I do still love you.” She tells him, nodding truthfully. “I do, I do still love you. I do.” She repeats. That seems to be peaceful for the whittmore boy, because after she confesses his heart stops and the key falls from his hand. Lydia sits there and holds the boy, sobbing. Gerard comes too, angry that another thing he put in place as fail, his breathing is fast and angry. He pulls a gun and he shoots off four rounds, seemingly missing, everyone ducks and gasps. Y/n’s hand shoots to her torso, she expected agonizing pain, but it more felt like a jolt the shock and adrenaline kicked in faster then her brain even realized what had happened. She looks down at where her hand is placed just under her bra line and pulls it away, her hand is covered in warm dark red blood and sees blood spreading through her baby blue top. “Scott.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, and if it wasn’t for the super hearing, she would have gone unheard. The three werewolves would had heard her, turned, all their eyes were wide in horror and the two younger ones were frozen by the sight. Y/n felt her body go numb and her knees gave out from under her, before she made contact with the cement, Derek had rushed from in front of her and catching her limp body and guided them both to the floor. The darkness was taking over quicker then she thought it would have, everything was blurry, voices were muffled, she picked up on some screaming, someone yelling to call 9-1-1. Someone asking what they should do. She heard someone telling her to stay with them. A few warm drops were felt on the side of her face. Someone was holding her really tight, but she couldn’t say or do anything. she could feel the cold washing over her. For a moment she was able to open and focus her eyes enough, to see Chris on the phone, her brother was sitting next to her holding her hand tears falling from his cheeks, stiles was holding Lydia as she cried. Derek. That’s who was holding her to tight. She felt heavy only for a second, if she had of been fully aware she would have noticed the confused looks on everyone’s face. Cause in the moment she felt heavy, they all felt calm, they didn’t feel the fear or overly crushing sadness of the soon front of them, they didn’t feel good, but their emotions seemed to have stilled for only a few moments. But then she felt light, every light and they felt the emotions come crashing back. “What the hell was that?” Issac asked. Everyone shaking their heads. Expect for Stiles. It was weird that he would remember at a a time like this. “Ambulance is 20 minutes out.” Chris tells them. “She doesn’t have 20 minutes.” Scott yells. He could hear that her heart beat was barely even there. Derek picks the girl up. “We can get there faster.” He says looking to Argent who nods. The two men and Scott rush out. Stiles telling them he’ll meet them at the hospital, signalling Issac to follow him.

Outside Chris gets behind the wheel, Scott helps Derek get himself and Y/n into the backseat. Then Scott jumps into the passenger seat, before Scott’s door is even closed Chris floors the gas. Scott turns in his seat and watches his sister lay there pale beyond belief, bleeding and unconscious, he’s focusing on her heart beat and it seems to only be getting slower, he has to really listen just to hear the faintest of beats. Derek is applying pressure to the wound that’s placed in between her rib cage. “Is your mom working tonight?” Chris asks the boy. “Scott!” He yells when he goes unanswered. “No. No. Crap I should call her.” He starts to make shaky moves for his phone. “No.” Derek says from the back. Scott turns around horrified at what this man’s reasoning could be, and Chris gives a questioning look from the review mirror. It turns to almost fear like when he sees the torn look on the Alphas face, the gut wrenching look of devastation covers Derek’s expression, and Chris knows that look, He knows it all to well, but it seems the teen wolf sitting next to Chris hasn’t picked up on the fact that his sister’s heart has stopped. “What do you mean, no?” Scott says still haven’t figured it out. A thought, a memory more like it enters the Alphas mind out of no where, he didn’t understand it then and he doesn’t understand it now, but he’s going with it, if there’s even a chance the lifeless girl in his lap isn’t gone for good, he’s going with it. “Chris when we get there I need you to go in. Ask for Dr. Fell.” The Argent man frowns in question. “She was the doctor who treated Y/n four days ago. I thought it was weird but she was very adamant on if anything happened in the next week that she needed to be the one to treat her again. I’m not entirely sure why. But..” he started. Chris pulls out his phone and does a search, being a werewolf hunter you gotta have resources to find who ever whenever, he thinks that will come in handy now too. It doesn’t take long to find the only Dr. Fell in beacon hill and attached is her phone number. He calls. It goes unanswered. He calls again. He calls three more times before a woman on the other end picks up. Chris explains all the information he has, she worked on the girl and girl is.. he looks to Scott before he tells the woman on the line what Scott has failed to pick up on. She instructs them to meet her at the far back entrance of the hospital. And to tell no one else they are here and that Y/n is here. When parking the SUV where they were told, they’re met by the tall burnette woman and she has a metal slab table waiting. Chris and Scott jump out and help Derek get the McCall girl out of the car and on to the table. “How long has it been since her heart stopped?” Meredith asks. “Ten minutes.” Derek tells her. “Okay, follow me.” They move through the empty back halls and move to a service elevator. Staff only she hits the button for the basement. The morgue. When the doors open she peeks her head out to thankfully find the alls empty. They move past the morgue and to one of the empty rooms they use when family member comes it identify a body. And places a the paper in the note slot to indicate this room is occupied. “What the hell is going?” Scott asks the woman. Meredith looks between the three and the deceased girl, trying to find an easy way to say this, she’s been through this before, actually this situation is very similar to the previous one the only difference is the death between the two. “He asked a question!” Chris demanded. “What is going on, why come back here, why not inform anyone she is dead, because it’s 20 minutes now, she’s gone.” The older man adds. He doesn’t know what’s coming, but from the conflicted look on the doctors face, he’s knows something is off and something is coming.

Scott stands there refusing to look at his sister, he can’t, he can’t see her like this, the tears are already there if he looks at her or listens and finds nothing like he knows he will, he will lose it, he can’t bare the thought of living in a world without his sister, his twin, his best friend, his literal biological other half, he does look to Derek it seems to be out of habit, but Derek hasn’t taken his eyes off the girl, hasn’t let go of her hand since they got into this room, he thinks the look of saddened agony on the man’s face should come as a surprise, and if this was anyone else he would be, but it’s Y/n. And even Scott and his clueless ways knows that his sister isn’t just anyone to Derek Hale. “Because she’ll wake up.” The woman said. All three sets of eyes snapped to the her, in total confusion. The voice of reason being Chris in this moment spoke up. “What are you talking about?” Meredith took a breath before she explained. She looked at Derek when she did. “When you brought her in even just from a glance I could see her injury was severe head trauma, but the CT scan showed it was worse a lot worse. It showed a cerebral hemorrhage. Bleeding on the brain. It was a bad bleed and her body was far too weak to operate, she would have never made it off that table.” The frowns on the men’s faces only deepened. All thinking the same thing. If her injuries were as bad as they were being told how was she okay for the past few days. “I don’t understand.” Scott sniffled. She was okay, she came home the very next morning, she was at school and dealing with their hunter plan, she was 100% herself. Her features softened at the boys sadness and confusion. “I couldn’t let her die. I— I helped her. She needed my help.” She continued, her defense was cut off. “What did you do?” Derek demanded through gritted teeth. “I healed her without a risky surgery she wouldn’t have made it through.” She took another deep breath before finally telling them what she had done. “I gave her vampire blood, it has supernatural healing abilities, it healed the bleed and she was as good as new, like nothing even happened. She was perfectly okay.” “Vampires are myths.” Chris declared. “Yeah, so are werewolves and kanimas, but here we are.” The woman shot back. “But you said she’d wake up. How?” The older McCall twin asked. “She died. Within a window. Normally Vampire blood is in the body for 24 hours. If it was from an ordinary vampire, but the vials I have are from a much older much more powerful one, that’s in the body for a week.” They still didn’t understand fully, still trying to process another mythical supernatural creature was actually real. “So, she’ll wake up and she’ll be okay?” Scott asked hopeful but hesitant and still confused. “Yes, she’ll wake up, but-“ “but what?” Derek demanded cutting her off, he was done with the sugar coating and the way she danced around the topic. “She’ll wake up, but? But what? Just spit it out already!” She nodded. “If you die with vampire blood in your system, you become a vampire.” She ripped the metaphorical bandaid off. Chris, Scott and Derek’s eyes all go wide, neither knowing how to process that. “She going to wake up a vampire.” Derek questions, a spark of hope shoots through him that she’s not actually gone for good, but he knows the girl enough to know she doesn’t want to add to the list of things she already is, and he knows she wouldn’t want this. “She’ll wake up in a transition period. To fully make the transition she has to feed on human blood, if she chooses to complete transition she will be okay. If she chooses not to, that being a vampire is something she can’t do, then she will die. For good this time. She has 24 hours from the time her heart stopped to feed. 20 but the time she wakes up, it will take a few hours for her to wake up.”

A moment of silence passes before the doctor nods and moves to leave the room, she stops when she reaches the door and looks back. “If she does decide to follow through with the transition, let me know, I have some friends who could help her adjust to the new life. I’m sorry.” And with that she leaves the three standing there, none knowing what to do.

Back in the warehouse Lydia stand from where Jackson lifeless body lay, and the dam breaks. The boy she loved is dead, her best friend was shot and could also be dead all this supernatural all at once everything is too much, she couldn’t stop the sobs or the tears even if she tried. Stiles moves to comfort the strawberry blonde, but his steps fall short before he reaches her when he hear claws scratching the cement and sees Jackson’s fingers move. Lydia hears it and turns back to the boy, and watches as his chest starts to rise and fall. The whitmore boys eyes shoot open, now no longer a reptile yellow, but a bright blue. The boy finally got what he wanted from the start, the kanima is gone and he has now become a wolf. He starts to stand slowly before shifted to werewolf and letting out a roar. Then he’s Jackson again. Lydia wastes no time and throwing herself into the boys arms, relieved. Hoping she might now lose anyone she loves tonight. And Stiles feels heartbroken again, because the girl he loves has run to another. Without a word the Stilinski boy climbs in his jeep and heads for the hospital, hoping better news will come from there, but seeing the injury his bestfriend endured, he’s fearful for what he may be walking into. He shoots a text to Scott letting him know he’s on his way, only to frown and his worry to grow when the reply is telling him to meet the McCall boy in the back of the hospital. The drive to the hospital was tense, Stiles didn’t know what was happening, he asked if Y/n was going to be okay hell he even asked the question “is she alive” but got no reply, which only further made his anxiety worse. He didn’t think he’d make it through if he heard the words he so feared he would hear. That one of his best friends was dead. When he finally pulled up to where he was told she was met by a sullen looking version of Scott. By his expression alone Stiles knew. But he couldn’t accept, not yet. He got out walked to his friend and stood silently for a minute. “Where is she?” Stiles finally asked. “She’s inside with Derek.” Scott answered before he turned to enter the building, the Stilinski boy following after him. The moment he saw the word ‘morgue’ his heart dropped. It broke. It stopped. Scott stopped at the door where his sister and Derek were before entering, he knew she’d wake up, that there was still a chance he wasn’t going to lose his little sister for good, but, still, seeing her, dead, no rise and fall of her chest, no sound of her heart beat. He couldn’t handle it, he knows he should have told Stiles what Meredith told them and he will, but he couldn’t form thoughts let alone words. The boys walked in and Scott went and sat back on the stool chair in the corner, where he had been sitting in deafening silence before Stiles showed up. Stiles thought he knew what he was expecting, but this, actually seeing this was worse. There, laying on a cold metal slab was his best friend, the once vibrate and sarcastic full of life girl he knew and grew up with was now a cold, pale, lifeless body. Her T-shirt that was light blue just a few hours ago, was now covered in a terrifying crimson red, the next thing he saw was Derek, sitting right against the table holding the girls hand, the fallen look on his face, he now noticed that the man hadn’t even looked up when they walked in, his eyes only trained on the girl laying in front of him, Stiles couldn’t miss that the man’s hands were also covered in blood. Her blood. On a normal day, and god he wished this was a normal day, he was have been making sarcastic remarks about Derek’s expression, but not in this situation. Not when even though he didn’t trust the man, he knew Derek was just as broken up about her death as the two boys. The tears fell, he didn’t sob but the tears just kept coming, he couldn’t take his eyes from Y/n. He wanted to, he wanted to wake up from this nightmare, he wanted her alive, no he needed her alive.

A heavy exhale broke the boy from his thoughts, he connected his eyes to Scott’s and saw a look he couldn’t place. “She’s going to wake up in a few hours.” Is all Scott said. Stiles looked back to Y/n then back to Scott. Stiles thinking the boy was in denial, he couldn’t blame him, he wanted to be as well. “Scott.” He started, but was cut off by a shake of the McCall boys head. “No, Stiles. Listen.” The boy went on to explain everything they had learned. A spark of hope flared in the boys chest then followed concern, because there was still a chance they would lose her, permanently this time, they would have to go through this pain again, but that time there would be no hope left. Selfishly, he wanted to beg her to go through with the transition so he didn’t have to lose her, but he knew he couldn’t. Stiles went in to explain what had happened before he showed and about Jackson being alive and now an actual werewolf, this confused everyone. Derek was only half paying attention, he was more tuned into to her non beating heart waiting to hear it start up again. Since he met the girl, she has been a constant, a safe place, he wasn’t sure what he felt he knew he liked it and wanted to keep that feeling but he could never place it, or maybe he could but couldn’t bring himself to admit it to himself, because then it became a real thing, but the moment he heard her voice shakily call for her brother in the warehouse, and saw the blood pooling around her shirt, his body and mind moved on instinct, he didn’t hesitate to catch her before her small body hit the cold ground, didn’t hesitate to try and apply pressure to the wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding, he wasn’t concerned about the blood covering his clothes, his only thought was her. Now sitting here. Waiting, hoping the doctor was right that she will wake up, he admitted to himself, that he has feeling for her. He has since the moment she called him out for the empty threat against her life when he was dying from that wolfsbane bullet. He needs her to be okay.

You slipped out of the house, grabbing the keys to your mum’s car on the way out. Different scenarios of the situation Stiles was in kept playing through your mind, making the drive seem a lot faster than it actually was. You arrived at the end of the road but the street was covered in fog which made you fear the worst. You jumped out of the car and started to run down the street. 

“Stiles?!” You called, struggling to see beyond a few feet, “Stiles?!” 

“I’m here” you heard, rushing towards his voice. You were beyond relieved when you saw him, safe and alive, leaning against Roscoe’s tyre. 

“Hey, hey are you alright?” You asked, crouching down to his level. 

“I’m fine…Roscoe on the other hand…” he pointed behind him, looking defeated and depressed.

“What happened?” 

“She just stopped working. I’m going to take her to the garage tomorrow but it doesn’t look good” 

You sighed, both in frustration and relief, “I’ll take you home. Clip Roscoe to the back and I’ll tow her” 

“Is that your mum’s car?” Stiles asked, attaching the rope to the back.

“I don’t have my own car, Stiles” 

“Well, I would buy you one but…I have a feeling that I’ll be spending all that money on new parts for my baby” 

“You really love that car, don’t you” you laughed, getting into the car and waiting for Stiles. 

You drove really slowly to make sure you didn’t damage Roscoe anymore than she already was, but the slow pace of the car made you begin to feel sleepy again. 

“Are you sure you’re ok to drive?” 

“Huh? What?” You jumped up at his voice, having dozed off again. 

“Stop the car”

“What? Why?” 

“Just stop the car, Y/N” 

You pulled the car to a stop, feeling anxious at the tone of Stiles’ voice. He got out swiftly and headed round to your door and opened it, “Out”

“Stiles, really I’m ok to-“ 

“Don’t argue with me, Y/N. Get out” 

You did as he said and got out, heading to the other side of the car and got in, sitting down where he was just sat. Stiles sighed as he got behind the wheel, shrugging off his jacket and laying it on top of you. 

“It’s my fault you’re out here. I’ll drive you home, you get some sleep” 

“We need to go to yours, dimwit” 

“Mind if I stay with you tonight?” 

“Well, no but-“ 

“Then I’ll stay with you” he stated, starting the car and driving off into the night.

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“How is she?” Stiles asked, biting his finger in nervousness, having paced around the waiting room since he arrived and they took her in.

“I’m afraid it’s not very good news” 

“Just tell me. How bad?”

“We’ve written her off”

“Oh my god…” Stiles said in a whisper, his jaw dropping. 

You had overheard the mechanic and stood up quickly, rushing to Stiles’ side, “Excuse us a minute”

“They’re writing her off” he stared at the wall, his breathing shallow, “They’re killing my baby”

“Stiles, she had a good run, ok? She looked after us all so well over the years. She’s seen Scott bitten and turn, she’s looked after all our road trips…she saw our first time” you smiled, remembering when Stiles finally confessed that he liked you, “You’ve taken such good care of her, maybe its just her time to go” 

Stiles nodded, sniffing and wiping his eyes, “I want to say goodbye” 

“I’m sure we could do that” you took his hand and helped him up, taking him to the garage. Roscoe was in the far corner, looking wrecked and ruined, her colour fading and her body littered with scratches and scuffs. Stiles ran his hand along the bonnet, smiling when he patted the steering wheel. 

“Thank you” he whispered, feeling heartbroken at losing the thing that meant the most to him. After you and his family, of course. He took your hand and led the two of you out onto the street, walking hand in hand back to his house. 

“I’m really sorry, Stiles” you said as you both walked into his house, flinging your bags and shoes to the side. 

“Don’t-don’t dwell on it. I just need to find a new car” he replied solemnly, slouching on the sofa.

“Want to watch a movie?” You asked, sitting down next to him, frowning when he grunted in response.

“Star Wars?”

He chirped up, sitting up slightly and smiling at you, “Ok then” 

“Ok, I’ll grab some popcorn. You get it up and ready” 

“Grab my duvet while you’re up” he said over his shoulder, leaning over to get the TV remote.

You pulled out your phone from your back pocket, scrolling down your contacts to your brother, “Hey, I need your help” 

“What’s up?”

You looked around the kitchen to make sure Stiles wasn’t listening, “I need you to do me a favour” 

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“Hey, hun” you smiled, kissing Stiles as he came off of the lacrosse pitch, “That was a great game” 

“I missed every goal” 

“But you look smoking hot in that kit and therefore I believe that the game was great”

“Is that the only reason you come to these games?” 

“No! I come to support my boyfriend and my brother!” 

Stiles gave you a questioning look with a smirk on his face, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Ok, ok, you caught me. Can I help it though?”

Stiles chuckled at you and leant down to kiss you, “I love you” 

“You’ll love me more in a minute” you mumbled, taking his hand and leading him towards the car park. 

“Babe, I have to get changed” 

“No, I want to give you your surprise now” 

“I don’t think we should do this in public, Y/N, and so close to the school. I mean, I’m loving this and I am more than wanting to do this with you but if anyone finds us-“ 

“Woah, Stiles!” You chuckled, stopping in your tracks to bring Stiles back to reality, “That’s not the surprise”

“Gotta say, I’m kinda disappointed” he laughed, kissing your temple before motioning for you to go on. 

You pulled your boyfriend closer towards his surprise, covering his eyes with your hands when you got closer. 

“Ok, in 3, 2, 1…” 

You took your hands off his eyes and revealed his new grey 2013 Jeep Wrangler.

“I’m really sorry it’s second hand but-“ you were cut off by Stiles crashing his lips on yours, feeling wet tears on your cheeks. 

“Umm…thanks” you whispered, eyes still shut from the unexpected kiss you just had. 

“You did this for me? You bought this beautiful thing for me?” 

“Of course!” 

“You must have spent loads on this!” 

“Just…all my money” you laughed, stroking your arm nervously, “I know she could never replace Roscoe, but I hope she’ll do for now” 

“She’s perfect. Just like you” he pulled you into another bone-crushing hug, kissing your neck over and over again.

“Check out the number plate” you pointed out when you had been released, the personalised plate reading ‘ROSCOE II’

“My baby!” He breathed out, running over towards his new car, “let’s go for a spin!” 

“Go and get changed first. You look stunningly hot but you stink” 

“I’ll be back in two minutes” he smiled widely, kissing you quickly as he ran past you, sprinting towards the changing room, not noticing Scott walk past him with a questioning look on his face. 

“Fair to assume that he likes it then?” 

“Yes, thank you so much for finding it. It really is perfect” 

“Eh, it’s nothing. I just found the place. You bought it” 

“I owe you, thank you so much Scotty” you hugged him tightly, “We’re taking her for a spin when he gets back, wanna come with?”

“Sure, ok” 

“I’M BACK!” Stiles called out, running back to the car with his gym bag, showing off the keys. 

“STILES SLOW DOWN! YOU’LL TRIP!” You called, knowing of his clumsy ways. It was too late as Stiles fell face first into the gravel of the car park. 

“I’m ok! I’m ok!” He scurried up, rushing up towards his new car, flinging everyone’s bags in the back. He opened up the passenger door, bowing like a gentleman, “Ladies first” 

“Thank you kind sir” you smiled, kissing him on the cheek before getting into the car, Scott scoffing behind you. 

“Animals in the boot” Stiles teased, smirking as he knew that he was winding Scott up. 

“You’re so funny” 

“Well, at least one McCall thinks so” Stiles smiled, rushing round to the driver’s seat, running his hand along the bonnet.