My heart races in my chest as I storm through the hospital, coming here as fast as I could upon hearing that Stiles had gotten hurt. Either I was too "drunk" to notice the pain, or I was busy fighting against the assassins, I didn't know. It didn't matter though; Lydia told me that he had gotten hurt and now he was here.

I release a breath when my eyes set on a familiar curly haired woman. "Melissa, thank God-"

"What's wrong Sarah?" she asks, noticing my frantic behavior.

I shake my head as I run my fingers through my hair. "Well besides the fact I had a gun pointed at my head earlier tonight, I had heard that Stiles was here."

Her eyes bulge. "Wait, what? A gun-"

"Just assassins," I breathe. "We're all fine. Scott's fine. He went to go check on Kira."

She nods her head, still a little bit of worry in her eyes. "Yeah, Stiles is here."

I glance around her briefly. "Where is he? Is he alright-"

"He's fine," she says with a little smile. "Come on, I'll take you to him."

I quickly agree with her before she's leading me off down the hall, taking me to Stiles. My nose wrinkles up slightly from all of the smells around me, feeling as if all of my abilities were more heightened than normal, but I wasn't sure why. Must be the after effect to listening to that music at the party.

"He's in here," she says while stopping in front of the door, her eyes connecting with my own. "Just so you know, Scott told me what's happening between the two of you and that you think it's your fault. Sarah, none of this is on you, I hope you know that deep down."

My eyes drift to the floor. "None of this would be happening if I wouldn't have given in to the nogitsune."

"Maybe," she says, that motherly tone in her voice. "But beating yourself up about it won't do any good. Even mistakes mean you're trying, and that's what you were doing--trying to save your friend."

Tears start to form in my eyes. "What if I lose him again?"

Melissa notices this as she takes my hand, her eyes burning into my skull. "I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Scott. Stop worrying about the possible outcomes and focus on ways to fix it. If you truly do believe that this is all because of you, stop. The more you focus on that, the more time slips out of your hands. Once you lose time, you can never get it back. I'm sure you already know that. So my advice to you is to hold on longer...even after everyone tells you that it can't be done, find another way. Hold onto hope."

Hearing those words and seeing the look on her face reminded me of my mothers, the same thing she had told me the night of the fire. She had told me to never give up and to never back down, and never until now did I connect the points. She was right; I needed to stop moping about this and letting it slip right past me. I can't worry about it being my fault and try to help at the same time.

"Thank you," I say before I find my arms wrapped around her, understanding why everyone loved her so much. She wasn't my mother, but she sure acted like it.

She nods her head at me before walking away, leaving me in front of Stiles' room. I quickly wipe one of the tears that had fallen down my cheek away, turning the knob on the door and stepping inside. The moment I did, Stiles' head flicked back to me as he stood quickly, running over to me and pulling me into a hug.

"Thank God you're alright," he breathes into my neck, sending goosebumps along my arms. "Scott told me what happened at the school."

"And Lydia told me what happened to you," I say back, keeping him in my arms for a moment before pulling away. "Are you hurt-"

"I'm fine," he says as he looks around the hospital room. "Even though she knew that I could heal, she insisted on me coming to the hospital. Now, here I am."

My throat feels dry. "She told me that Meredith is the benefactor."

"And Brunski was helping her," Stiles says, his eyes drifting to the floor. "Makes sense that he was a psychopath all along."

I scoff at him, knowing how true that was. "Where's Meredith now?"

"Sheriff's station," he says. "They took her in for questioning."

The door opens behind me. "Uh, Stiles, you left this in the waiting room earlier."

There was a jacket in her hand, one that Stiles seemed very relieved to see. "Didn't realize I even forgot it. Thanks."

"No problem," she smiles before leaving the room again, causing me to turn back and face Stiles. He was holding his jacket up and going through all of the pockets for some unknown reason to me.

I furrow my eyebrows. "What are you doing?"

"There was a tape in here," he says before his eyes lighten, pulling out a cassette tape like they've been using for the dead pool. "Come on, I think there might be something on this tape that we need to know."

He grabs my hand as he pulls me out of the room. "What's on it?"

"It's the tape Brunski took while he killed Lydia's grandma," he says, looking back at me instantly. "And I need your hearing to help me out."

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Stiles and I had sat in his room playing that tape over and over again until we figured out that it sounded exactly like the record player at Lydia's Lake House. I wasn't sure how all of this was connected yet, but I had a gut feeling we were about to find out.

After finally driving out the Lake House and sitting in front of the record player for at least thirty minutes, Stiles had had enough. He had hearing like me by this point, but he didn't know how focus on it. All he was hearing was what he was used to hearing, so he was done.

"This is pointless," he sighs as he stands. "We could actually be out doing something useful for a change but instead we're sitting here listening to this thing."

He starts to walk out of the room as I stand, prepared to follow but something clicked. "Stiles, do you hear that?"

Stiles peeks his head back in. "Hear what?"

"It sounds like it did on the tape," I say as I look around. "But the record player is off."

Stiles furrows his eyebrows then as he walks back into the room, licking his lips as he looked down behind the record player. He looks back at me then, causing me to look as well and see a cord running straight into the wall. Stiles drags the record player away as he grabs the cord, looking back at me as if he needed permission.

"For Christ's sake," I sigh as I grab his hand, pulling the cord so that it started to come out of the wall. Stiles widens his eyes before he finishes the job, pulling on it until it ran clear up the wall. My hands are quickly tearing apart some of the wall as we both create a huge hole, standing back in awe.

"What is that?" I breathe, staring at three large objects.

Stiles pauses. "The dead pool."

"You're telling me these things were behind it all the whole time?" I scoff as I point at them. "We were out running around for a person to stop this and it was in here all this time?"

Stiles takes a step forwards, still staring at the machines. "Meredith was still behind this all. These were what sent the money out...they kept it going."

Some type of anger rises in me. "Well, we have to destroy them."

My hands start to heat up just as soon as Stiles grabs my wrist, staring me in the eyes. For a moment I was confused why he was stopping me, but then I realized that he was actually holding onto my scorching hot wrist and he wasn't yelping in pain. I guess this thing just progressed more and more every day.

"We can't destroy it like that," he says, finally letting me go. "There's got to be a key or something."

I try to think after he says this, my eyes trailing to the ground. I furrow my eyebrows the longer I stared at the carpet, remembering Lydia tell me about some type of red stain that was supposed to be up here. "What happened to the stain?"

Stiles looks down. "What are you talking about?"

"The red stain," I say, pointing to the carpet. "Lydia told me that she had spilled wine in here on the day of the full moon; when that party was going on."

Stiles looks up at me then. "But wine can't come out that easily-"

"What if it wasn't wine?" I suggest, cocking my head slightly. Before I let Stiles get out another word, I'm practically running out of the room and downstairs to find a wine bottle. When I make it into the kitchen, I scan the whole shelf before one of them catches my eyes, it being almost practically empty.

I grab it as it makes a little swishing sound; sounding like metal against glass. I run back upstairs when I see Stiles standing there waiting for me, taking the bottle from my hands. "Is it in here?"

"I guess we're about to find out," I say before taking the bottle back and slamming it against the carpet. It shatters into a millions of pieces as Stiles and I kneel, running our fingers through the glass until Stiles finds a little key. Bingo.

He doesn't wait a second before he's running back towards the machines, sticking the key in the slot before turning it. The machines die as the lights flick off, all of the weight that had been on my shoulders suddenly disappearing. Stiles looks back at me, a smile on his face.

"We did it."

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Stiles POV

"Scott and the rest of them are okay," I sigh as I look down at my phone, seeing the text from Scott. I had known that he was with Satomi's pack and was helping fend off some assassins, but thank God they're all alright.

Sarah lets out a breath. "We actually did it. There's no more dead pool."

I smile at her as I we walk into my room. "Not the first time we figured out how to fix the problem."

She pauses for a moment. "Why do I still feel like something else is coming."

"Well, you're not wrong," I say, referring to our little linkage issue. 

Her faces conforms into sadness; her eyes even losing a little light. "I'm going to fix this, Stiles. I swear to you-"

I zone out for a moment when I hear her heart beat in my ears, not really meaning to focus on that. "It's not on you, Sarah. If anything we need to worry about keeping you away from me-"

She furrows her eyebrows. "I'm not staying away from you."

"You will if it means keeping you safe," I say sternly, meaning it. I hated being apart from her, but if it meant her safety...it was worth it.

She sits on the edge of my bed. "Maybe my mom found something about it. Might want to go pay her a visit sometime soon."

"Are you sure?" I ask, remembering that the last time they had spoken had led to a fight. "She might have answers, but you two aren't the best at getting along-"

"Well she should have thought about that before she set our house on fire and ran away," she says, her jaw clenched. I could tell that she was till furious about that, but I could also tell that most of that anger was just added onto everything else as well. "You know, I still haven't told Stephan about her. I don't even know why I'm worried about it when she should be the one to just show him. She's the one who doesn't even want him to know-"

"He still has a right to know," I say, sitting down beside her. "Plus, you just told him about the supernatural and he needs time to process that. You not telling him yet was the right thing to do. But maybe you should think about telling him soon...since she kind of ties in with what happened to us."

She runs her fingers through her hair. "You're right...I just don't want to see the look on his face when I tell him. What if he hates me-"

"He won't hate you," I assure, my mind starting to drift for some reason. "Even if he does, he'll forgive you. That's the thing with family. No matter what happens, they'll always be by your side at the end of the day."

She smiles faintly before grabbing my hand, sparking flying inside me. "Stiles...if we can't fix this, I want you to know how much you mean to me. We've come a long way since when I first got here and I can't explain how much you changed my life. I-"

"Stop worrying," I smile, flattered by her words. "Saying that means there's no hope, and there is."

She leans onto my shoulder as I wrap my arm around her, laying my head on top of hers. "Melissa told me the same thing earlier today believe it or not."

I grin. "I know. I heard most of it."

She slaps me slightly, making me laugh. "I forgot you have enhanced hearing."

"Honestly, I forgot too." She chuckles quietly before I can sense that she was falling asleep, but I didn't move or say another word. I didn't want to wake her up, but that wasn't the only reason I wasn't doing  anything. Something else was on my mind, and I wasn't sure why.

As she lay there in my arms, my eyes couldn't focus off of the pair of scissors I had laying on my desk; the ones I had used the other day to work on a homework page. The weirder part still was the more I stared at them, the more I felt her heart beat against her chest and feel the blood running through her veins. It was like they were tied together, and I knew what that was supposed to mean.

My mind was trying to tell me to kill Sarah.

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*Unedited*

Things be gettin better for .5 seconds before something else is going wrong aka Teen Wolf.

So yeah, this chapter was absolutely God awful, and for that I apologize. I wasn't too fond of this episode but I needed to get it in there for stuff to make sense. But at least I added that at the end? Things are gonna start getting messy and fun for me muaha but yeah, it's coming.

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