Thought I'd switch it up a bit and add in a Stiles' POV!

Enjoy (:

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Stiles POV

I couldn't sleep; not with my mind buzzing with all of the things going on in my abnormal life.

First there was the fact that Derek was young again, which still made no sense to me. Kate must have turned him back for a specific reason, but I'm missing that part of the puzzle. If I'm going to figure out why and how, I needed to take a step back and examine all of the details. Well, not right now of course.

Then there was the bill I found on my father's desk the other day from my MRI. It was too much for him to deal with right now, since he doesn't get paid enough as it is. The crappy part about this whole situation was the fact that he's paying for something that didn't matter in the end. That dumb nogitsune tricked us into doing that as well; which only makes me grow madder and madder.

I could tell that Sarah knew something was up before I had told her, and as much as I appreciate her money offer, I just couldn't take it. It wouldn't feel right at all. As much as I would love to magically have a handful of cash to make our debt disappear, I just couldn't take or borrow from anyone. This was our problem to deal with.

My eyes flick up when I see Sarah shuffle in her sleep, rolling over on her side so that she was now facing me. Her chest heaved up and down slowly as she slept right along, scrunching her legs up towards her chest so that she was almost into a tight ball. She sure looked cute when she slept, but there was only one thing bothering me.

You see, ever since Sarah and I came back, something has felt...different. And no, I don't mean about how we can feel each other's pain, but something seems to be different about me. I'm not sure what it is, but it almost feels as if I have more...power. It scared me half to death.

I wanted nothing more than to tell Sarah, but I don't know how or how she would react to it. I mean, the only way we'll get answers is if we talk to her mother, but we don't even know where she is. Plus Sarah said that something was different about her; to not trust her. It feels as if I can't trust anyone anymore except for Sarah.

Ever since we came back everyone has been different. First there was Scott, who still terrifies me to be around. He's still my best friend, but the way I had seen him attack Sarah like that; it wasn't like him. It was like he lost control. What scared me the most was that he lashed out on her when it wasn't even her fault; and that's not like Scott. He's always been about saving everyone, not killing or hurting.

Malia has even been acting a little odd towards me, but I haven't been thinking much of it. It's just these little things; like how I catch her staring and how she looks at me when I talk to her. A part of me thinks she likes me, but that doesn't matter. It'll always be Sarah.

Kira and Lydia are probably the most normal ones out of all of us. Lydia is still a little broken after the death of Allison, which is understandable. Kira is just scared of how to talk; since she doesn't know how to after we all lost someone we cared about. She didn't know Allison or Aiden like we did, so she's been trying to give us our space.

Everything just seems different now.

You know, after that sword had went though me, all I could think about was how it was finally over. That I had gotten what I had deserved. It was almost nice to know that you wouldn't be waking up again; to know that you'll finally be at peace. But unfortunately for me, I had a second chance.

Now I realize that it was worth it though. It may have been nice to think that at that time, but I now know that my friends need me. They needed both Sarah and I. I can't let them lose me or her; not again.

"Stiles?" I hear Sarah mumble, causing me to look up at her. "Why are you awake?"

I lift my head off of the chair slightly. "Couldn't sleep."

She starts to sit up, making me notice how messy her hair was. "Bad dream?"

I shake my head. "Just thinking."

"What about?" she asks, her tone groggy.

I lick my lips. "Just thinking about us."

She raises her eyebrows. "What about us?"

"Just about our connection," I say while sitting up farther. "Like how we can feel each other's pain. I'm just wondering how that's even possible."

Sarah shakes her head. "Well, don't think about it right now. Get some sleep."

"I can't," I say, my mind still buzzing with thoughts. "I can't stop thinking."

Sarah thinks for a moment before she throws her blanket off of her, turning so that her feet were touching the floor. She slowly stands before walking over to me, nudging my arm slightly.

"Scoot over," she says before I do as she says, lifting the blanket up so that she can crawl underneath it. It was a tight fit with us both being in the chair, but I sure as hell didn't mind.

Sarah cuddles into my chest as I wrap my arm around her, leaning my head up against hers. "Is that better?"

"Much," I say, a faint smile on my face. It was odd how she could stuff like this; like make my thoughts stop short, make my heart stop beating, and most of all, make the world disappear. Maybe we were connected in more ways than one.

"Stiles," Sarah says, her voice faint.

I look down at her. "Yeah?"

She snuggles her head more into my chest. "Everything is going to alright. Stop worrying."

I sigh as I pull her in closer. "I can only hope."

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Sarah POV

"Sarah!"

I awake with a start as I look around, trying to remember what happened last. I was with Stiles, at his house, sleeping. For a moment that's where I thought I still was, but I was wrong.

"Thank God you're awake," I hear someone say again, causing me to look up and see my mother standing there. "Took you long enough. I was just making breakfast."

I watch her turn and walk towards a room as I look around the house, seeing that I was laying on a couch in the living room. I must be in some type of an apartment building; since it wasn't very big and I could barely see out of the window that we were higher up.

"What the hell," I mumble under my breath before I sit up, looking over at my mother who was standing in the kitchen. "Where am I!"

"My apartment," she says, not looking at me.

I shake my head. "Did you seriously just kidnap me?"

My mother turns and gives me a pathetic look. "It's not called kidnapping when you're my child who's supposed to be dead."

I bite my tongue. "Where's Stiles?"

"Still at home," she says while looking down at her watch. "I'd assume that he found that you were gone about five minutes ago."

I shake my head as my hands begin to grow hot. "Why did you bring me here?"

She turns back to the skillet she was now cooking pancakes on. "You wanted answers, so I thought I could give them to you over some breakfast."

"What about Stephen?" I ask. "Doesn't he deserve answers?"

"In time," she says while flipping a pancake onto a plate. "One or two pancakes?"

I grit my teeth. "I don't want any pancakes."

My mother turns and looks at me with a frown. "Really? You used to love pancakes."

"Well that was seven years ago," I say, shaking my head. I knew that she was my mother and all, but I won't treat her like it until she gives me some damn answers. "Can you please just answer my questions?"

My mother sighs before grabbing a plate of pancakes, walking over to me and sitting across from the couch. I sit up on the edge of the couch as she begins to eat her pancakes; acting as if all of this was completely normal.

"How are you alive?" I ask, my heart beating at a steady rate.

She chews on a piece of her pancakes. "That's kind of a long story. You see, way back when there was a family of hunters that were after me. They had only wanted me at the time, but I knew that they would soon come after you kids if they knew about you. So that's why I faked my own death to get them off of your tail; to let you live a normal life."

I shake my head. "So you set the house on fire and almost killed Stephen and I along with you?"

My mother shakes her head. "No, I knew you guys would be fine, since you're both kitsunes. You being a fire kitsune, I knew that you would be fine along with your brother. I'm a spirit kitsune, which means that I actually did die in that fire. Only I had enough power to bring myself back to life."

"Like you did with me," I say, drifting off. "But how did Stiles come back?"

"That I don't know," she says, taking another bite. "Might have something to do with you two being controlled by the nogitsune."

I think for a moment, mad that she didn't know that answer. "Well, what happened to those hunters that came after you?"

"I killed them," she says with the most calmest of voices. It scared me.

I gulp. "Y-You killed them?"

"Well yeah," she says, taking another bite of her pancakes. "How else would I have made sure they'd leave you kids alone?"

"There's another way," I say. "You can't just go killing people..."

My mother stares at me. "I-I know. I just had to make sure-"

"So let me get this straight," I say, cutting her off. "You faked your death to get rid of the hunters and left Stephen and I alone? You didn't once think about coming back?"

My mother sets her plate down. "I thought about that all of the time, Sarah. I wanted to tell you guys so bad, but I knew I just couldn't. But then I heard that you had been in trouble and I had to see you before it was too late. I had to make things right."

"What about Stephen?" I ask, still thinking of my brother. "Imagine what he's feeling right now."

My mother sighs. "I know Sarah, but he just can't know yet. Not until he figures it out on his own."

"How is he supposed to figure it out on his own?" I ask, clenching my fist.

My mother nods. "Like you did with yourself. He'll eventually figure out that he's a kitsune, like you."

I hold my breath. "What did you just say?"

"What?" she says, raising her eyebrow. "You didn't know that he was a kitsune?"

I shake my head. "No he's not. He can't be."

"Yes he is," my mother says, almost sure of it. "He's my son, meaning that he has to be a kitsune."

"But he doesn't heal like we do," I say, thinking back to the car wreck and the police station. "He's not like us mom."

My mother stares at the floor. "But then that would mean..."

"Mean what mom?" I say, leaning forward.

She looks up at me, tears in her eyes. "Stephen isn't your brother."

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Oh snap. Time for some family drama!

Should I keep doing a Stiles POV or no? I kinda liked writing it haha :)