...
An ambulance has come for Jackson's body and Melissa works her way into going with them. Y/n stands with Scott and Isaac, changed into regular clothes, as Noah stands in front of them and tells them what he knows. "I got to meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson. I've got an APB out on Stiles. His Jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means..." He trails off. "Well, I don't know what that means. Um... Look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if any one of you see him..."
"We'll call you." Y/n assures.
"Look, he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something." Scott says. "We'll find him."
Noah gives a quick nod. "Yeah. I'll see you, okay?" The teens nod as he walks away to be replaced with Coach.
"McCall. 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."
"Yeah, I know, Coach."
"I mean, I-I know I yell a lot, but it's not like I hate you guys. Well, I kinda hate Greenberg, but you know, that's different. It's Greenberg." Coach jokes. "I'm just saying we... I need you on the team." He admits. "Get your grades back up."
"I will."
"I know." Coach leaves then too.
"Is that everyone?" Y/n asks after a moment.
Isaac steps forward and glances around the locker room. "I think so." Y/n's eyes glow. She closes her fist and yanks it back, pulling the locker door from it's hinges with a clang as it crashes to the floor. Isaac looks down at the discarded piece of metal and looks at her with raised brows. She pulls a shirt and a shoe from Stiles' locker. "You're gonna find him by scent?"
"We all are." She hands him the shoe and gives Scott the shirt. She doesn't need anything, his scent is already imprinted in her mind, commited to her memories.
"But how come he gets his shirt and I get his shoe?"
"Because I said so." Y/n tenses then, turning on her heel to find Derek there, but that's not why she's so alert.
"We need to talk." He says.
Peter comes from behind the locker behind him. "All of us."
"Holy shit." Scott says. "What the hell is this?"
"You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the Sheriff's station."
"Okay, hold on. He- he threatened to kill my mom. And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?"
"I'm gonna go with Scott on this one. Have you seen his mom? She's gorgeous." Peter commented.
Y/n, Scott, and Derek all looked at him. "Shut up!" They all yelled.
"Who is he?" Isaac asks.
"He's Peter, Derek's uncle. Little while back, he tried to kill us all, and then Y/n set him on fire, and Derek slashed his throat."
"Hi." Peter waves a bit.
Isaac gives a short smile. "Good to know."
"How is he alive?"
"He haunted me and wormed his way into my head enough that I helped bring him back." Y/n angrily admits. Scott looks at her. "Not my proudest moment."
"He knows how to stop Jackson." Derek says. "And maybe how to save him."
"Well, that's very helpful except Jackson's dead." Isaac informs.
"What?"
"Yeah, Jackson's dead. It just happened on the field." Scott confirms. Derek looks back at Peter who also looks away in thought.
"Okay, why is no one taking this as good news?" Isaac asked.
"Because if Jackson is dead, it didn't just happen. Gerard wanted it to happen." Peter said.
"But why?" Derek asked.
"Well, that's exactly what we need to figure out. And something tells me the window of opportunity is closing. Quickly." They had gone to the Hale house for some information Peter said he had when Y/n's phone went off.
She checked it and sighed in relief. "Scott, they found Stiles." Scott reacts the same as her and she looks at him. "I'm sorry. I have to-"
"No, it's okay. Go. We've got it handled for now."
She smiled at him. "Thanks." And then she rushed off, basically running to the Stilinski house.
Stiles was laying on his bed in fresh clothes when a knock sounded on his door. "Dad, I said I'm fine." He called but the knocking persisted. He sighed and got up from the bed irritatedly. "Come on, dad. How many times-" He grumbled to himself when he opened his door, cutting himself off at the sight of Y/n.
"Hi." She breathed.
"Hi."
"God, what happened?" Her brows furrowed at the angry purple bruise on his cheek and the cut on his lip.
"It's nothing." He brushed it off, looking away from her.
"It's not nothing." She moved her head down a bit to make him look at her. "Stiles, don't lie to me."
"I'll be fine. Come in." He moved aside for her and she stepped into his room, him closing the door behind her.
"I can heal it." She offered.
He shook his head. "My dad's already seen it. He'd ask questions, you know."
"At least let me make it stop hurting." At her insistence he nodded. She gently put her hand on his cheek and her eyes started to glow as she healed him just a bit. He stared into her eyes while she did this, he hadn't really been able to since the night at the Sheriff's station and he honestly missed it. When she was done her eyes dimmed to e/c and she sighed. "We need to talk."
They had sat on his bed and she was quiet for a couple minutes, not really sure how to start. "Are you breaking up with me?" He asked suddenly, not able to handle the silence.
"What?" She nearly choked on air and looked at him with wide eyes. "No! I would never- I can't believe you'd think... Well, actually I can believe you'd think that with how I've been acting lately."
"So you're not breaking up with me?"
"No, Stiles, I'm not breaking up with you. I love you, and I mean that. I'm just worried that what I have to say will make you break up with me."
"I wouldn't break-"
"Stop. Don't finish that because you might want to take it back when I'm done." He shut his mouth even though he didn't want to. She took a deep breath. "For a while now, almost as long as he was dead, Peter's spirit was attached to me somehow. I could see him without my eyes shifted when that's never happened before. I didn't know it was him at first but I eventually found out. He kept talking to me when I was alone, saying I would be stronger if I just practiced even one spell with blood magic. I was always so reluctant because I believed I wasn't ready for it, that I wasn't strong enough. He made me question if I was actually not ready instead of just being scared to try. Eventually something snapped. I let him in and he told me his plan. With Lydia's help I brought Peter back from the dead. I don't even really remember why I did it, but I did. It was so crazy what I had done, I panicked."
"That's why you kept apologizing." He realized and she nodded.
"And why I've been avoiding you. It killed me but I couldn't face you guys, I couldn't face you, until I figured out some way to make up for it. I honestly don't know if I ever will." She lightly shook her head and looked down at her lap. "So now you see why I'm so worried about what you'll say. I wouldn't blame you if you decided to end it-"
"Y/n. Look at me." She didn't right away and so he hooked his finger under her chin and made her look at him. "I wouldn't break up with you for anything unless it's what you want. Is it?"
"No. I don't. I really don't." She breathed. He leaned towards her and brought their lips together. Even though it wouldn't hurt him she was still careful of the cut on his lip. He leaned his forehead against hers when they pulled away. "Are you really sure you still want to stay with me even after what I did?"
He pulled away with a small huff. She was normally so confident but sometimes that confidence will waver and she'll become very unsure of herself. "I'm sure. And I'll prove it." He got up from his bed and went over to his desk where he picked up a little black box and sat back down next to her. He held it up at eye level for her to see. "I, uh.. I got this for you after we, um, we first said 'I love you'." He flushed a bit when the events after that flashed through his mind and she chuckled at his reaction. "Just open it." He handed it to her and she took it with a smile. It faded to surprise though when she flipped open the lid, finding the simple ring inside. It was silver and showed the Triple Moon, the middle moon sporting a pentagram. She looked at him in question. "It's- it's nothing fancy. I just..." He took her hand and looked at her seriously. "It's like a promise ring. My promise to you that I'll be there for you no matter what. Whether it's something simple like a test or as big as... Raising psychopaths from the grave." He lightly joked making her chuckle a little. "I want to be there for everything."
"Stiles." She didn't know what to say.
"Do you believe me that I want to stay with you now?"
She nodded with a smile. "I believe you." She took the ring out of the box and slipped it on her index finger. "Perfect fit. Good eye, Stilinski. What made you pick this design?"
"I saw that symbol on your grimoire and some of your other things and so I thought it was something you liked."
She nodded. "It's actually a symbol of the Triple Goddess, an entity with three forms. The Maiden, the Mother, the Crone. For witches she symbolises our stages of life and our hopes. The Maiden, the young witch learning her craft from her elder. The Mother, the witch who has a child of her own and has something bigger to protect than herself. And finally the Crone, funnily enough what witches hope to become, the witch wise and experienced with time. Sadly not all witches embody the Crone."
"So very important symbol?"
She laughed. "Yes, very important symbol. Thank you." She smiled at him. Suddenly her phone went off and she checked it. "You've been ignoring Scott tonight?"
"No. No, not really."
"Look." She showed him her message from Scott. Something was happening with Jackson and Lydia could help. "We have to go." She stood up hastily but Stiles also got up to stop her.
"How much does she even know about this stuff?"
"Pieces. Enough. I've been trying to ease her into it. It doesn't matter right now. She can help him and I have to get her there."
"What if you get hurt?"
"I can handle myself."
"Y/n, I watched you collapse the other night. You were pale and sweaty and completely vulnerable. Derek was the one to carry you away. Do you even remember that?"
She shrugged. "A little. I over exerted myself that night, used too much of my energy in one go without properly resting. It won't happen again."
"And what if it does? What if you get caught by surprise and knocked out or killed? You know how I'll feel? I'll be devistated. And if you die, I will literally go out of my freakin' mind. You see, death doesn't happen to you, Y/n. 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? And look at my face, huh?" He raised his voice and stepped closer to her, pointing to his cheek. "Come on, you actually think this was meant to hurt me?" He seemed to realize how harsh he seemed and took a step back. "Um... I'm so sorry."
"It's fine." She spoke quietly. "I understand and I get it. I feel the same about you. But I'm thinking about Lydia. How we feel about this is how she's feeling too. She's losing the boy she loves but she can save him and I'm gonna help her do it. I'm sorry. I love you, but I have to go." She turned and walked out of his room.
"Hey, Y/n, wait." He called after her but she was gone.
Stiles sat at his desk for a bit after she left, checking his phone for possibly something from her, but there's nothing. Movement at his door makes him look over to find his dad. "She left, huh?" Noah asked.
"Yeah."
"So are you two, uh... Okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, we're fine. I hope at least."
Noah stepped into his room and sat at the spare chair next to his desk. "Listen... I know getting beaten up, and with what happened to Jackson, has got you pretty shaken. But be happy about one thing. The game. You were amazing."
Stiles scoff with a smile. "Thanks, dad."
"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."
Stiles lightly shakes his head in disagreement. "No, I'm not a hero, dad."
"You were last night." Noah smiles at him, pats his shoulder and leaves him be.
Stiles looks at his phone again with a sigh. "I'm not a hero."
Scott and Isaac had taken Jackson's body from the hospital, getting a ride from Chris Argent because they have a common enemy. Gerard who is poisoning Allison to be like him like he did to Kate. They took him to the warehouse district where they're supposed to meet with Derek, Peter, Y/n and Lydia, but only Derek shows. Peter watches from a ways away in a little hiding place.
"Where are they?" Scott asks Derek.
He looks around. "Who?"
"Peter, Y/n and Lydia." Derek ignores him and stands over the body bag housing Jackson. "Whoa, hold on a second." Derek unzips the bag. "You said you knew how to save him."
"We're past that." Derek opens the bag to reveal Jackson half shifted.
"What about-"
"Think about it, Scott. Gerard controls him now. He's turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog. And he set all of this in motion so that Jackson could get even bigger and more powerful."
"No." Chris disagrees. "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."
"Of course not." Gerard stands across from the group. "Anything that dangerous, that out of control... Is better off dead." Derek looks down at Jackson and goes to swipe at him with his claws, but Jackson suddenly opens his eyes and impales Derek with his own claws. He hisses and growls as he stands with the Hale still in the air. He then throws Derek away. "Well done to the last, Scott. Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn't realize that you were also bringing Derek to me."
An arrow whistles through the air, Scott ducks but it hits Isaac instead. "Allison?" Scott catches sight of the girl as she ducks back behind the corner behind Gerard. He runs over and pulls Isaac away from the danger. Chris pulls out his gun and shoots at Jackson. Jackson hisses and darts behind the car, shifting fully. Chris shoots around and through the car as he tries to hit the kanima. He empties a clip and quickly puts in a new one. Before he can fire more however the kanima jumps on top of the car and wraps it's tail around the gun, yanking it out of Chris' grip. Chris runs to the side and pulls out a knife to face the kanima again, but the kanima only runs and shoves him away.
Derek flips over some pallets and growls, shifted. Scott and Isaac are also shifted as they face the lizard man. The three run at it, Derek being thrown aside after his hit was dodged. Scott impales it from behind but he's also thrown away. Isaac has his hands around it's throat as Derek climbs some equipment. Isaac is hit away and Derek jumps down and hits the kanima from behind. He swipes at it but his arm is caught. The kanima pulls him and tries to hit him into a wall but Derek just runs up and pushes off of it, flipping out of the kanima's grip. He swings for a punch but his fist is grabbed, the kanima grabbing his neck and throwing him aside with a growl. Scott comes from behind and kicks it into a wall. The kanima flips around and kicks him himself and sends him flying. When Derek swings again the kanima slices him and Derek goes down. Isaac went to help the Alpha when Allison stepped in his way, slicing him with her knives until he's on his knees, cutting him once more from the back to take him down.
She flips her knives and steps towards Derek when Scott yells. "No, Allison!" The kanima catches her wrists, disarms her, and holds her by the neck.
"Not yet, sweetheart." Gerard says as he walks closer to them.
"What are you doing?" She asked him.
"He's doing what he came here to do." Scott answers.
"Then you know." Gerard says.
"What's he talking about?" Allison asks again.
"It was that night outside the hospital, wasn't it, when I threatened your mother. I knew I saw something in your eyes. You could smell it, couldn't you?"
Isaac, shifted back to normal, looks up at him. "He's dying."
"I am. I have been for a while now. Unfortunately, science doesn't have a cure for cancer yet. But the supernatural does."
Allison gasps and the kanima tightens it's grip. "You monster." Chris seethes.
"Not yet."
"What are you doing?" Allison yells.
Gerard glares her way and the kanima tightens again. "You'll kill her too?" Chris asks angrily.
"When it comes to survival, I'd kill my own son!" He looks at Scott now. "Scott." Scott shifts back and takes a few steps forward to Derek, standing over him. He reaches down and grabs him by the back of the neck and pulls him up.
"Scott, don't." Derek says. He's too weak to fight back. "You know that he's gonna kill me right after. You'll be an Alpha." He directs the last part to the man himself.
"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." Gerard takes off his jacket.
"Scott, don't! Don't!"
"I'm sorry. But I have to." Scott says. Derek groans as Scott pulls him back, craning his head back so that his mouth is wide open. Gerard rolls up his sleeve as he approaches. He puts his arm in biting range and Derek can't help but to. Gerard screams and pulls his arm away. He has now recieved the Bite. He laughs and holds his arm up in victory, looking at everyone. But it doesn't seem so victorious when black blood starts to seep from the wound.
His smile fades when he sees their shocked looks. "What?" He finally lets his arm down and looks at it himself. "What is this? What did you do?"
Derek looked up at Scott who looked down at him. "Everyone said Gerard always had a plan." He looked at the oldest Argent. "I had a plan too." Gerard pulls his pill container from his pocket, pouring the blue and white capsules into his hand.
"No. No." At the Sheriff's station when Scott handed him the pill container, he had switched the real one for a replica. The new pills were made by Alan and Y/n by Scott's request and filled with mountain ash. Gerard crushes the pills in his hand. "Mountain ash!" He growls out. He falls to his knees as black blood starts to leak from his eyes, his nose, his ears. He gasps and looks up. He vomits black blood like a fountain and falls to his side.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Derek asked Scott.
"Because you might be an Alpha, but you're not mine."
Gerard struggles to lean on his elbows as he chokes up more black blood. "Kill them! KILL THEM ALL!" He commands before falling down again.
The kanima loosens it's grip as it looks at Gerard's body. Allison takes the chance to elbow it in the face and it pushes her to the ground behind it.
The blue Jeep crashes through a door and runs right into the kanima. Stiles has his eyes tightly shit as he drove, Y/n bracing herself from the front and Lydia in the back. He peeks an eye open and looks at her. "Did I get him?"
"Uh-huh." She nods. Lydia shrieks when the kanima jumps on the hood.
Stiles flails back. "Whoa!" The kanima hisses and he screams. Y/n's eyes flash when she throws her hand forward, making the kanima fly back off of the car, giving the three teens time to get out of it. Y/n and Stiles scurried by Scott while Lydia went to stand in front of the kanima.
"Jackson! Jackson." She calls as the kanima stands in front of her. Y/n wants to run and pull her away but she knows this will work. It has to. Lydia holds up the key to Jackson's house when the kanima went to swipe at her, it's claws in the air, but it pauses and looks at the object. Jackson shifts back half way, taking the key from her fingers. His blue eyes move to Lydia's face. He lets his arm fall. He's back to himself. Jackson is back in control. He steps away from her.
Y/n gasps suddenly when she senses Peter's, Derek's and even Jackson's intentions. "No!" She shouts just as he closes his eyes and offers himself up. Derek and Peter both impale him from the front and back. Jackson chokes and Lydia covers her mouth in shock with tears running down her cheeks. They release him and he starts to fall, Lydia catching him and easing him onto his knees.
Jackson looks in her eyes. "Do you- do you still..." He can barely get the words out, but she already knows.
"I do." She nods. "I do still love you. I do, I do still love you. I do." She cries. Jackson slumps forward onto her shoulder and she holds onto him. The key clatters to the ground. Lydia crys. Allison takes Scott's hand for comfort. Y/n holds a hand over her mouth, a few tears staining her cheeks as Stiles takes her other hand in his. Lydia gently lays Jackson on the ground, the last of the kanima scales fading from his skin.
"Where's Gerard?" Allison suddenly asks, just noticing the man's disappearance.
"He can't be far." Chris assures.
Lydia stands up and wipes her face, turning and taking a few steps away from him. Y/n went to go to her when claws scratching against the cement echoed through the space. Everyone looked over as Lydia gasped a bit in shock and turned to face Jackson. Jackson's eyes opened, they glow blue. He rises from the ground, looks up to the ceiling, shifted, and roars. He is now a full fledged werewolf. He shifts back and looks at Lydia. She runs to him and they embrace each other.
Y/n huffs a small laugh of happiness, sniffling and wiping her eyes. Y/n looked at Stiles and noticed his own wet cheeks. When he saw her looking at him he sniffed and brushed it off. "He scratched my Jeep."
"Uh-huh. Sure." She teased. "Get over here, you big softie." She pulled him into a hug, burying her face into his neck. "Thank you for coming." She whispered.
"I promised, didn't I?" She smiled and touched the ring on her finger.
...
Stiles drives the Jeep up to the lacrosse field, the three teens hopping out. "So you really think she's gonna come back for you?" Stiles asks.
"Yeah, I know she is." Scott replies as they go around to the back and Stiles opens it. The boys pull out their lacrosse gear. "How are you two?"
"I'd say we're doing pretty great." Y/n smiles at her boyfriend who smiles back.
"I'm glad. I was wondering how long it'd take you guys to realize how you felt."
"Yeah, like you're the expert in relationships Mr. I-Dated-a-Hunter's-Daughter."
"Why don't you just help me make team captain like you promised there, big guy." Stiles interjected. Scott went to guard the goal while Stiles took position across from him. Y/n swooped in a stole a quick kiss from the boy before sitting a little behind and away from him. Stiles smiled at her and grabbed his lacrosse stick, setting down his bag and the bag of balls near his feet.
"Hey, you know what I just realized?" Scott asked. "I'm right back where I started."
"What do you mean?" Y/n asks.
"I mean no lacrosse, no popularity, no girlfriend. Nothing."
"Hey! You still got us, dude." She gestures to herself and Stiles.
"I had you before."
"Yeah, and you still got us. Okay? It's a life fulfilled." Stiles says.
"Very."
He scoops up a ball. "Now, remember, no wolf powers."
Scott nods. "Got it."
"No, I mean it. No super fast reflexes, no super eyesight, no hearing- none of that crap, okay?"
"Okay. Come on." He taps the goal poles.
Stiles gets ready to swing. "You promise?"
"Would you just take the shot already?" Scott gets ready to catch the ball, glancing up at Stiles with glowing eyes. Y/n smirks when she catches sight of them. Stiles takes the shot. Scott catches it swiftly.
"I said no wolf powers!" Y/n laughs.
~~~
Published: 3/24/21
Edited: 4/12/22
I'm sorry for the late update, I was very busy today ð
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