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Stiles was pretty hell bent on not having Scott be a part of the plan, and to be honest I felt that it would be safer if the two of them had some space due to the amount of tension between them. Scott, on the other hand, was determined to stand by Stiles' side now no matter how hard he tried to fight him off. Scott knows that he screwed up big time with not only Stiles, but also with me, and he's trying extremely hard to make up for the damage he has done. I'm more worried about Stiles than my own feelings regarding my brother at the moment, so I'm able to prioritize. Scott and I were going to need to talk eventually, but I'm still not sure if I'm ready to forgive him just yet. 

The three of us had ventured back to my house, while we waited for Theo. Stiles sent him a text and we knew that it was only going to be a matter of time before he showed up. Scott wanted to line the house with mountain ash, just to show Stiles that Theo could cross it and to force his hand in telling us that he is a chimera. I had figured out that he was working with the Dread Doctors based on where he had hid Sheriff Stilinski, but when Scott told me he was a chimera... that was new information. It makes sense as to why he was so angry about me being a "success" while he wasn't. Although, compared to all of the other chimera's who've died, he is still alive so he has to be somewhat of a success. 

I was sitting next to Stiles on the steps that led upstairs. The front door was standing wide open and the sun was pouring into the house. Stiles wasn't speaking, and I know it's because he has a lot on his mind regarding his dad right now. Scott is positioned upstairs, hidden from Theo, but he'll be able to hear his heartbeat letting us know if he is lying about something. Granted, I could hear his heartbeat and Stiles and I could have easily of done with without Scott's help, but he wasn't exactly taking no for an answer at the hospital. 

A shadow covered the floor of the entryway and when I glanced up to the door, I found Theo standing there with that annoying smirk planted on his face. I clenched my jaw as he stepped over the mountain ash, his smirk growing. I wanted to lunge at him and rip him to shreds for everything that he's done, but I can't. I have to have self control because we are trying to do this intelligently and me just attacking him won't get us anywhere. 

"I guess we're all telling the truth now," Theo stated as he glanced at Stiles and myself, before his eyes wandered up the staircase to where Scott was hiding out. 

Stiles grabbed the bloody shirt that Scott had on last night and tossed it at Theo, "You killed my best friend?"

"Let's be honest Stiles," he breathed out as he gripped the shirt tightly, "was he still really your best friend?"

I clenched my jaw, "He was still my brother." 

"Was he?" Theo chuckled as he quirked an eyebrow, "Because, if I'm remembering correctly, I'm pretty sure he disowned you for what you did." 

Stiles decided to intervene, "Are you going to let my father die?" 

"If I wanted him to die, I wouldn't have let Kasey tell you where he was." Theo said evenly as he tossed Scott's shirt across the room. 

So, I had been right. Theo's intention wasn't to hurt Stiles' dad, because if it was then he wouldn't have let Stiles find him in time to save him. That means that something else is happening to Stiles' dad, and I have a feeling that Theo doesn't know about it because his heartbeat is even as hell right now. 

"They why are they saying his body is shutting down? That some toxin's poisoning him and they don't know how to stop it." Stiles asked as he stood from the staircase, squaring up with Theo in a sense. 

Instinctively, I stood up as well, just in case Theo tried something on Stiles I would be able to step between them. I wasn't about to let Theo hurt Stiles, he's not going to hurt anyone that I care about ever again because if he does I'm going to rip his throat out. I noticed that his heartbeat picked up slightly as Stiles' sentence finished, but just as quickly as it sped up, it slowed back down.

Theo narrowed his eyes, "I'm not the bad guy, Stiles. I'm just a realist. I'm a survivor if you knew the things that I know..." 

"Yeah, what do you know?" I asked sharply, cutting him off from his big speech that you could tell he spent several hours cooking up in that psychotic head of his. 

He clenched his jaw, "I know what's coming. I know what the Dread Doctors created. And I know what Parrish is." 

"You know what Parrish is?" I asked in amusement, because honestly it doesn't surprise me that he would somehow manage to get his slimy little hands on this information. 

Theo blinked, unfazed by my sarcasm, "Lydia figured it out. I saw it in her memories." 

My entire body stiffened at his words and I wanted to lunge at him right then and there for what he did to Lydia. I can admit that in the beginning I couldn't stand her and the thought of being in the same room as her would drive me up the wall, but since then we've grown together. We both were sucked into the supernatural world at the same time and we both were lost and confused about our abilities, hell, most of the time we still are. I've grown to love Lydia. She's my best friend in all of this mess. The fact that Theo hurt her without so much as a second thought drives me insane. 

"Right after you drove her out of her mind?" I seethed as I narrowed my eyes and gritted my teeth together. 

He smirked, "Collateral damage. But, if she's right about Parrish, then things around here are gonna get a lot worse." 

"I don't care," Stiles stated quickly, still trying to get information about his dad. 

Theo scoffed, "You should. Because if your dad does survive he's not gonna be Sheriff of anything much longer." 

"What's happening to him?" my boyfriend inquired desperately, I wish that we could be getting our answers from anyone else but unfortunately it had to be from Theo. The most manipulative little backstabbing bitch I've ever met in my entire life. 

Theo rolled his eyes and turned on his heel, making his way back out of the door. Stiles went towards him and grabbed his shirt, "Tell me!" 

I watched as the scene began to unfold before me at a speed that my eyes couldn't keep up with. Theo shoved Stiles back and his head slammed against one of the wooden steps. I wanted to lunge at Theo, but my mind was more focussed on Stiles, so I let Theo escape as I crouched down and began to gently shake Stiles' shoulder, trying to wake him up. 

Scott nearly fell down the staircase as he gawked at Stiles, "What happened?" 

"Theo shoved him," I mumbled as I continued to shake Stiles. 

My brother grabbed his other shoulder and peered at him uneasily, "Stiles? Hey, Stiles, you need to get up?" 

Stiles then gasped and jolted upright, shoving both Scott and myself off of him. He stumbled away from the staircase and wiped at his face with the sleeve of his shirt. Scott was watching him uneasily, "Are you okay?" 

"I'm fine," he responded shortly. 

I quirked an eyebrow, "You blacked out?" 

"I'm okay," he reiterated, "Did you two get anything from him?" 

Scott shook his head from side to side, "Nothing. He was calm the entire time." 

"What about his heart?" my boyfriend inquired. 

"I heard it jump, but only once and just for a second." Scott explained. 

I nodded in agreement, "I heard it, too." 

"That doesn't mean he was lying." Stiles stated in defeat, feeling like this information was getting us nowhere. 

My brother sighed, "Not really. The rest of the time it was steady." 

"When did it jump? What were we talking about?" Stiles asked quickly. 

I swallowed thickly, "It was when you said that your dad was poisoned." 

"That could be something. A jump could mean surprise right?" my boyfriend fired at my brother and I quickly, as if we were the experts on erratic heartbeats. 

I shrugged, "Probably." 

"So, why would he be surprised that my dad's still dying?" Stiles asked aloud, not to anyone in particular. His eyes were now focussed on the wall and I knew that he was trying to rack his brain for an answer to his own question. 

Scott's face scrunched up in confusion before his eyes widened, "Oh wait. He didn't say that he was the one that attacked your dad, did he?"

"No. No, so that means that it was probably someone else." he responded flatly. 

I groaned, "Another chimera." 

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Without Scott and Lydia, Stiles and I were like Team Bad... we were missing the ass. Granted, that sounds stupid but Team Badass is currently broken up and falling apart. I wish that everything could be overlooked and we could start over from the beginning... because maybe Scott would have been more willing to believe Stiles and myself about Theo, and then they wouldn't be going through their little breakup. As for Scott and myself, we still have a lot to talk about and I know that the conversation will quickly turn to yelling so I'm not rushing for it to happen anytime soon. 

Stiles was briskly making his way down the driveway towards his dad's car that he was borrowing. I struggled to keep up with him without using my supernatural speed and Scott was directly behind me. I watched as my boyfriend slipped into the vehicle, waiting anxiously for myself to follow suit. As soon as I was inside, Scott jumped in front of us-- not allowing us to move without running him over. 

"Stiles--" 

My boyfriend shook his head from side to side, "Yeah, we can do the rest without you." 

"You two don't even know where to start? All that we know is that it's another chimera. Do you even know where you're headed? Come on, let me help. I can find the clues that you can't." 

Stiles clenched his jaw as he keyed the ignition, "No, Kasey can find the clues that I can't. We don't need your help." 

He then pressed down on the gas and attempted to move but Scott wasn't budging. I sighed and ran my hands over my face, this was going to be a headache and a half if they can't agree to disagree and move on. I mean, Scott and I have... so what makes them any different? Granted, they will still need to talk about everything at some point but for now just work together to save his dad. 

"You two can't do this alone, okay? You need me. You need all of us. I can get more help. I can text Liam." Scott rushed out, trying to plead his case with anything that he could use to help him. 

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Liam just tried to kill you." 

"Okay, then at least let me help?" he begged, placing his hands on the hood of the car. 

"You believed him." Stiles stated evenly, although hi anger was about to boil over. 

I just wish that Scott would have listened to me about Theo. Even Stiles began to slightly trust him towards the end. I was the only one who remained true to my beliefs about him. I was the only one who knew that he was lying to us this entire time. I knew that Theo Raeken was evil, and nobody believed me. 

Scott sighed, "You trusted him, too. Theo got to all of us." 

"Not me," I added for good measure. 

Stiles shook his head from side to side, "You know, you don't even know the real story." 

"I don't need to. All that matters right now is your dad. Come on, Stiles. We survive an Alpha pack, a Dark Druid, professional assassins. We can survive Dread Doctors and chimera's, too." Scott said thoughtfully. 

I winced slightly, because we have survived all those things and more. We emerged victorious even if we've lost members along the way, we've never been truly defeated. The only difference this time, is that we aren't working together because everyone has been torn apart by our newest enemy. So, we can survive Dread Doctors and chimera's, but can we survive Theo Raeken and what he has put us through? 

Stiles blinked rapidly, "We're not looking for a missing chimera. We're looking for a missing teenager."

I sighed, "Stiles, I know you're mad at him... hell, I still am, too. But, he's right. We could use his help." 

"Fine," Stiles muttered as he unlocked the doors.

Scott jogged over the passenger side rear door, and for once he was put in the backseat while I got to sit up front. It felt odd, because our seating arrangement was reversed. I didn't mind sitting in the front though, it made me feel more important. 

Stiles put the car in drive and then sped out of the driveway, not bothering to follow the residential speed limit of twenty five miles per hour. I buckled my seatbelt in place, just in case we were to swerve off the road or something. Stiles' driving is always erratic when his head isn't clear. Scott wasn't saying a single word, and I figured it was probably best that he stay quiet. He's getting smarter about this whole interacting with people who want to kick his ass thing. 

I bit down on my lip, "So, Theo told the chimera to hurt your dad, but not hurt him enough to kill him. Obviously something went wrong there, maybe the chimera doesn't know that it did something that detrimental to your dad?" 

Not only did I want to rid the car of the awkward silence, I wanted to hear Stiles' theory about everything. I wanted him to at least talk, that way he's not sitting in silence letting his thoughts eat away at him. I'm doing so well with keeping myself together and not losing my spark of humanity, I can't risk him losing his, too. 

Stiles nodded, but didn't say anything. I sighed and glanced out the window, giving up on trying to get him to talk. He obviously is still mad at Scott. I don't think that this is going to be something that he can get over in a day. He's really pissed at Scott. I think a part of the reason why he is so mad is because Theo ended up hurting me. 

We arrived at his house shortly after, and he parked the car in silence before sliding out of the drivers seat and making his way towards the front door. I climbed out of the car and Scott followed behind me quickly, "Is he not going to talk to me?" 

"I don't know," I breathed out as I pushed the door shut, it slammed a little louder than I had intended and Scott probably thought that I was angry that he asked me a question. 

He sighed, "Kasey, I'm sorry how many times do I have to say it?" 

"Scott, we aren't doing this right now. I'm willing to postpone the whole conversation for now in order to save Stiles' dad, if he doesn't want to then that's on him. You fucked up and now you have to deal with the consequences." I said quickly before jogging up to the front door so I could keep up with Stiles.

By the time Scott and I got into his room, he was already on his phone searching for information. Scott approached the board in the middle of the room and glanced at it in confusion, taking in all of the new information. I walked over to Stiles' bed and sat down, waiting for someone to finally speak up.

A total of ten minutes had passed before Stiles finally said,"There was a call a few hours ago about a sophomore from Beacon High who never came home last night." 

Stiles' bedroom was basically our base of operations because he had all of the information from the case that we were currently dealing with. He had made the discovery that we needed to be looking for a missing teenager, so he began to search the records that he could get his hands on from the station. 

I was currently sitting on his bed, watching Scott who was standing in front of the board-- letting his eyes take in everything in front of him. I don't think he's seen the board with this much information on it, he probably hasn't been in Stiles' room for awhile now that I think about it. 

Scott nodded, "What's his name?" 

"Noah Patrick," 

I watched as Scott moved his hand to the sheet of paper that had a list of known genetic chimera's in Beacon Hills. It made me curious as to how I was able to become a chimera, because as far as I know... I don't have any other sets of DNA. I guess technically, you don't have to be a genetic chimera to be a supernatural chimera. Unless, I just had the ability to become more than one supernatural creature at a time. I was a hybrid once before, it doesn't surprise me that I can become one again. 

To be honest, this whole being a chimera thing is extremely confusing to me. I have no idea what all I even consist of, let alone what my abilities are. I think I have Banshee in me, just because of the radio that played in the Dread Doctors lab. I can only imagine that those screams I heard are similar to what Lydia can hear. I also know that I'm part werewolf again, because my eyes turn back into that shade of purple that they were before. The only other two supernatural creatures that I know of are a Kanima and a Wendigo, I really hope that they didn't put anything like that inside of me. 

"Let's go to the school and find his locker, maybe I can catch his scent from something?" Scott suggested, trying to be helpful. 

Stiles nodded, "Okay." 

My eyebrows rose in amusement at the fact that he had just responded to Scott without a single sarcastic comment. I stood from the bed and went to follow them, but Stiles held his arm out to stop me while Scott went down the stairs and out the front door. I glanced at him in confusion and before I could ask him what was going on, he pressed his lips to mine. 

The kiss wasn't a quick and easy kiss, either. He pushed me back against the wall and grabbed my face with both of his hands. I melted in his touch as I grabbed at his shirt and let myself unravel in him. I don't know why he wants to kiss me this hard right now, but I won't question it because a part of me needs it right now, too. 

Scott was waiting outside, but it didn't appear that Stiles cared so I decided to not care as well. His body was pressed against mine as his lips moved frantically with mine. It finally dawned on me that he was taking his pent up aggression towards Scott out on me by kissing me feverishly, and it wasn't healthy for him to turn to this sort of thing instead of talking about his feelings to the person he was angry with. Then again, I do the same thing so can I really say anything negative about it? 

His hands moved from my cheeks down my chest to my sides and stopping at my waist, gripping it tightly. His fingers were digging into my skin, and I knew that if I didn't have the supernatural ability to heal, it would have left bruises. My hands were winding around the base of his neck, pulling him even closer. If that had been possible. Stiles then turned his head to the side, deepening the kiss and biting at my bottom lip. 

Just as quickly as it had started, it stopped and I was left breathing heavily as he stepped away from me, flattening his shirt out and wiping at his lips with the back of his hand. He cleared his throat and licked his bottom lip, "You ready?" 

"Ye--yeah." I stammered as I blinked rapidly, trying to process all of what had just happened. He nodded and then exited the room, leaving me to gather my thoughts alone. 

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The ride to the school was just like the ride to Stiles' house-- silent. I wasn't going to try and force a conversation from either of them, mainly because I didn't want to talk to Scott at the moment nor did I know what to even say to Stiles. My head was still slightly spinning from the intense kiss and I wish that I would have said something after it happened, rather than stumbling over a one word response and leaving the conversation back in his bedroom. 

Stiles parked his car and glanced at me, "Ready to break into the administration office again?"

"Do I have to pretend to faint again?" I chuckled dryly at the memory, even though I hadn't been pretending and I actually did faint for some reason. 

Scott, who had just been hearing this story for the first time, snorted in amusement. God, what I could give to go back in time and start over from that point of breaking into the office to get Theo's transform form. Had I known then what I know now, I would have pushed harder for Scott to believe Stiles and myself about him. I mean, I did push pretty hard but I would have pushed even harder, if that were possible. 

We got out of the car and made our way towards the building. We spend so much time here, even when we are supposed to be off. The walk to the double doors was also silent, and I was starting to become used to the awkward tension filled silence between us. It was sad that we have come to this, but like I said, Theo knew what he was doing and he managed to screw us up pretty badly. Scott grabbed the bar on the door and pushed it so it hit the door, breaking the lock and allowing us access to the building. 

Stiles stepped in first, making his way to the administration office. I wasn't sure if they had locker information in the filing cabinets, but I'm sure Stiles would be able to find it if it was. Scott and I were walking side by side while Stiles led the way, not slowing his pace. My brother glanced at me uneasily, "He okay?" 

"His dad is dying," I responded flatly. 

I knew that Stiles was scared to death to lose his dad, because his dad was the only family that he had left. I was willing to do everything in my power in order to ensure that Sheriff Stilinski makes it out of this alive. I can do a hell of a lot more than I could before, so I think the odds of getting him out of this are a lot better than they usually are. 

Scott sighed, "That's not--" 

"Look," I breathed out, "I get that you want to fix this, Scott, but it's too soon. Please, just let him have some space and help him. That's all he needs for you to do is just shut up and help." 

He nodded, "I guess I can do that." 

"You're gonna have to do that or else he's not going to let you be involved. You're lucky he's even letting you help." I muttered as Stiles stood outside of the office door, waiting for one of us to break the lock. 

This time, I stepped forward and grabbed the doorknob, gripping it tightly and sharply turning it. I could feel the lock break inside of the handle and I pushed the door open effortlessly. Stiles slipped into the office and went straight towards the plethora of filing cabinets. I guess it's a good thing that Beacon High is still sort of old fashioned and uses paper files for stuff. 

I watched as Stiles' eyes scanned over the cabinets, before he finally settled on one and pulled open the third drawer. There were a bunch of dividers in the drawer and several sheets of paper. I had assumed that it was the locker information that we were looking for. His fingers grazed over the tops of the dividers before he stopped where I assumed Noah's name was and he pulled out a piece of paper. His eyes scanned over it before he placed it back inside and slammed the cabinet shut. He then went back out into the hallway. 

Scott and I were following behind him as he briskly walked down the hallway. My brother bit down on his lip and shoved his hands in his pockets, "You still mad at me, too?" 

"Yes," I answered easily, because I was still mad at him. I was furious with him. He fucking believed Theo over me. He believed some stranger over his own god damn sister. I'm allowed to be angry with him for what he did and even though a part of me just wants to say forget about it and move forward, an even bigger part is telling me to cut him off completely and make him earn everything back. 

He nodded, "But, at least you're talking to me." 

"Only because I have to." I corrected him, because if it weren't for the fact that he is helping Stiles and I save his dad, then I wouldn't be speaking to him. 

I don't even want to speak to him, I want to scream at him. I want to hit him in the face and push him down a flight of stairs. I want to hurt him as badly as he hurt me. I know that isn't the way to solve this issue, because resolving this problem is vital for us to get back to where we were... but I just can't do it right now. Nor will I do it anytime soon. 

Stiles stopped walking and pointed to a random locker, "This is his, so whoever wants to break it open feel free." 

My brother stepped forward and grabbed the combination lock that was keeping everything inside the locker secure, he then jerked downward and snapped it off. I watched as he pulled the locker open and pulled out a sweatshirt, "And now we can get his scent?" 

I heard footsteps approaching and I spun around to investigate. My eyes widened when I saw Malia approaching us. Scott tossed her the sweatshirt and she caught it effortlessly. I gawked at my brother, "You called her?" 

He nodded, "We need all the help we can get. I should be calling everyone." 

"And I know what this kid looks like." she said with a shrug. 

I laughed sarcastically as I stormed away from her, "Fucking great." 

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The scent that we were following led us to an abandoned train station. Malia and Scott were taking the lead in the chase and I had no desire to stand beside either of them. I can't believe that he called Malia. Granted, he didn't know that I was mad at her, but still. Stiles didn't want anyone else involved so why the hell didn't Scott listen? When the hell did he even call her? It must have been when Stiles and I were upstairs in his bedroom. Stiles and I were walking several feet behind Scott and Malia, and I was listening to their conversation. They were currently talking about us. 

"They didn't want you to call me, did they?" she asked my brother. 

Scott glanced at us before he focussed back on Malia, "No. Is it that bad?" 

"With Stiles? Not really. With Kasey? Yes. We kind of broke up, I guess." Malia said with a sigh. 

My brother was confused but instead of questioning it further he just nodded, "Yeah, we kind of broke up, too." 

Stiles narrowed his eyes at them, "What are they talking about?" 

"Us," I said with a sigh. 

I have a feeling that it was going to be Stiles and I against everything for awhile. I only hope that I can keep myself together for the entire time that it's us against the world. I don't want to lose control and lost my humanity and leave him all by himself. I'm really afraid that it's going to happen again, and really soon. It's been too easy to control it, lately. 

He nodded to himself, "I don't know why he called her." 

"Because he's an idiot," I muttered in annoyance. 

I have yet to even try to tackle the fact that Malia has feelings for Stiles. I was afraid that something like this would happen, but instead of trying to think of a way for me to deal with it, I just let it get buried in the back of my mind and I haven't thought about it since. Am I even supposed to say anything to anyone? It's not like she is trying to steal him from me, at least she said she wasn't. Then again, Malia isn't one to not get what she wants. 

Should I tell Stiles that she likes him? Or, should I just not say anything and hope that it all blows over? Hell, I don't know anymore. This seems to small compared to everything else that we are up against currently, but it matters to me because Stiles is all I have right now and I can't risk someone taking him from me. 

Just thinking about him being with Malia is enough to send me into a downward spiral. I'd be on a one way trip back to Eichen House. 

Malia found a doorway that led to a level beneath where we were and she slipped inside, not saying anything to us. We all knew that it meant for us to follow behind her though, because Malia doesn't say much. Scott was behind her and then Stiles and I stepped down to the lower level. It was a lot colder down here than it had been above ground. 

She nodded to herself, "I got it. I got his scent." 

We then followed her as she began to lead the way farther underground. I think these are service tunnels for the train station. Why the hell Noah would come down here to hide is beyond me but this is where the kid decided to hide. Malia, much like Scott and Stiles, wasn't saying much. I was grateful, because just hearing her voice sparked anger. 

It's not that I blame her for falling for Stiles, because hell, I can't be mad at her for seeing how wonderful he is. I have never dealt with this sort of jealousy before and now with me being a werewolf, it's heightened to the point to where I can't stand being around her. Stiles is mine, and I've made that clear, I only hope that she doesn't try to ruin it. 

Ten minutes into a search and Malia had found some blood smeared on a pipe. She dipped her finger in it and glanced at us, "This is Noah's. He was here. I think he's close." 

Scott wandered off and then called out, "Guys... I think we've been down tunnels like this before, like when we were trying to find Kasey, Liam and Hayden." 

"Okay, so what?" Stiles asked, not seeing why this information was important. 

Why were they looking in tunnels for us? I didn't know that they went and looked in tunnels. I have no idea where they even had us at. I can't remember, but I do remember the basement that I was locked in after they were done torturing me. I can remember that clear as day. 

Scott glanced back down the tunnel, "Maybe it means we're closer than we think. Maybe there's something else down here. Something that we haven't found yet." 

"Yeah, nothing that helps my dad. Look, we can't just be standing around here waiting for something to happen--" 

Stiles was then cut off as his body went flying across the tunnel, smacking into a cement wall. Malia then went straight for the attacker, which was obviously Noah. I crouched down in front of Stiles as I grabbed his shoulders, "Stiles? Stiles, hey open your eyes." 

He sat up and gasped as I pulled him to his feet, "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah, fine." he brushed it off, like it was no big deal. Even though he has blacked out twice today because he's hit his head. I don't like seeing him get hurt. 

Malia was now on top of Noah who was frantically begging, "Let me go, please, please. They're coming." 

A hissing and crackling sound that I recognized then began to echo around the tunnels and my heart stopped. The Dread Doctors were close and they were getting even closer. They must be after Noah so they can kill him, too. Malia let go of Noah and he sprung up off the ground, making a break for the tunnel behind us. Stiles snatched him up and slammed him into a wall before he could escape, "You're not going anywhere." 

"I said I don't remember." he rushed out quickly. 

Stiles was pushing all ove his weight against this guy, "You don't remember anything?" 

"No. Not when it happens. Not when I change." Noah choked out, Stiles' arm was pressed against his throat now. 

The Dread Doctors were getting closer and I could feel the hair on the back of my neck starting to rise in anticipation of seeing them again. I don't want to be here when they get down here. I want to run away because what if they take me and start experimenting on me again? What if they aren't done with me yet? 

"You clawed my dad half to death, okay, and now it's poisoning him. So, you're gonna start remembering every detail right now." Stiles seethed, his voice changing to one that I don't hear too often. 

Malia glanced at my brother, "Scott, I hear them." 

"Yeah, I do, too. Hey Kasey, get them out of here. Go to the hospital, and figure out a way to save his dad." Scott instructed me and honestly he didn't have to tell me twice. 

I grabbed a hold of both of them and quickly ushered them back in the direction in which we came. I didn't want to be here when the Dread Doctors found us and believe me, I know that they will eventually. They always get what they want. 

Stiles was in front of us and he led us to a gate that was chained shut. He looked to me but before I could try and break the chain, Noah began breathing heavily and then sharp bones that made him look slightly like wolverine came out of his hands. He slashed at the chain and broke it and then turned to look at us, "Let's go." 

Obviously, Stiles had seen something that I didn't because he pulled out his phone and began to call someone before we took of running again. I could hear gunshots from behind us and I'm not sure where they were coming from because Scott and Malia don't have guns. 

"Melissa? It's a piece of bone inside of him. You gotta open him up to find it." Stiles said to my mother on the phone. 

I guess Stiles could see that one of Noah's bones on his hand was broken, and he made the connection. Thankfully he had saw it because I sure as hell didn't. Hopefully that was enough information to save his dad. 

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I was sitting in the waiting room of the hospital. Apparently, Stiles' dad had undergone surgery and they were able to remove the bone that was poisoning him. Stiles is with him right now, and I'm waiting for Scott to arrive so I can give him the good news. Then, after that I'm going home to take a shower and go to bed. 

Someone clearing their throat pulled me from my thoughts and I glanced up from the floor to see my brother standing in front of me. He took the seat beside me and sighed, "So, mom said that Stiles' dad is okay." 

I nodded, "Yeah. They were able to remove the piece of bone and save him." 

"So, his dad is safe. One problem solved." he chuckled softly, obviously hinting at having to talk to Stiles and myself about the rift forming between all of us. 

My eyes drifted back to the floor, "Scott, I can't talk about it just yet." 

"I'm not saying you have to, I'm just saying that whenever you're ready... I am, too." he said after a moment of silence. 

I stood from my chair and brushed the palms of my hands against my jeans, "I'll keep that in mind."

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