"Why can't you just let us go? The evidence is all gone." Scott said to Matt as we walked back into the office that was formerly Stiles' dad's. Stiles and Derek were still laying on the floor, and Jackson hadn't moved from his spot he had been in earlier. 

My wound was now completely healed, and the only thing I have to show for it it sht large blood stain on the front of my shirt. I'm gonna have to ask Deaton about how this while linking thing works, because if I can just link myself to Scott and heal faster- that would be insanely helpful at times.

"You really think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, I-I want the book." Matt said seriously. 

I rose an eyebrow, "What book?"

"The bestiary! Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing." He explained further. 

Scott blinked rapidly, "We don't have it. It's Gerard's. What do you want it for anyway?"

"I need answers." He muttered. 

I let out a sigh, "For what?"

"This." He snapped as he pulled his shirt up to reveal section of his skin that looked like Jackson's. 

Matt then grabbed Scott and tugged him out of the room, leaving me with Jackson, Stiles, and Derek. Jackson moved to stand in the doorway so he could watch Matt and my brother, I took this opportunity to get back down on the floor beside Stiles. 

"So is that hypothetical situation we were talking about getting any less hypothetical?" Stiles asked Derek.

Derek sighed, "I think so- I can move my toes."

"Dude, I can move my toes." My boyfriend dead-panned. 

I glanced at Derek's leg and saw that he was digging his claws into his thighs, "Aw gross." I mumbled as I looked away, blood still was something that made me uneasy. You would think with as much of it as I've been seeing lately, I would be sort-of used to it by now. 

"I don't know what to do," I said quietly as I kept my eyes fixed on Jackson. He didn't appear to be paying us much attention, which I guess would be a good thing. It's not like we can sneak out past him or anything, I mean- Derek and Stiles are both currently immobile.

Derek grunted as he pressed his claws further into his skin, "I'm trying to trigger the healing process so my body can push out the toxin."

"Yeah, well it's obviously not doing much for us at the moment." I retorted.

He narrowed his eyes at me, "Well excuse me for having no personal knowledge on the subject of paralization."

"You know, maybe if you actually talked to people and weren't so rude, you would be able to acquire useful information like that!" I snapped in annoyance. I don't have the patience to deal with listening to Derek sass me. 

Derek opened his mouth to argue, but the lights in the room shut off and an alarm started to sound. My eyes widened as I watched Jackson stalk out of the room, and then the obnoxious and familiar sound of rapid gunfire echoed from across the hall. I was willing to bet money that the Argent's are here. Shit. 

I bit down on my lip as I tried to think of what to do, but thankfully Scott came stumbling into the room coughing a bit. He came over towards us and went to help Derek up but before he could Derek instructed the both of us to get Stiles out of here first. So, we hoisted Stiles up and each got a side of him as we started to make our way down the hall. I have no idea where we are going, or what the hell is happening. I looked over my shoulder and saw Jackson following us, "Oh no. Scott, hurry!" I panicked as we got through the first door in the hall of many doors to come. My brother twisted the lock and then moved to the next one. 

Jackson effortlessly kicked down the door we has just locked, and I bit down on my lip as we walked through another wooden door. I locked this one, and then nearly tripped from how heavy Stiles was. We had just gotten into the detainment room and had the door nearly shut before Jackson busted through the other door. I quickly pushed the heavy metal slab closed and slid the deadbolt in place before backing away and letting out a sigh of relief. 

Scott and I placed Stiles in a chair, and he nearly slipped out of it but after a few moments of adjusting we were able to get him to sit upright- sort of... I glanced at my brother and the look on his face told me that he was about to do something stupid. "Stay here, okay?"

"Scott, you can't. Just- just... I don't know, don't go out there." I stammered as I grabbed on to his arm. The Argent's are trigger happy, and Jackson is out there somewhere looking for us. So is Matt, too. I can't loose him, just the thought of him getting hurt makes me want to hurl myself off of a cliff. 

He smiled faintly as he gently pulled my hand off of his arm, "I'll be fine, Kase. Just, stay here with Stiles."

"Be careful," I said quickly as I pulled him into a tight embrace. He let out a sigh as he gave me a quick squeeze before walking out of the room, and closing the door behind him. 

I ran my hands over my face as I began to pace around the room anxiously. It felt like the walls were closing in on me, and I was running out of space. I let out a shaky breath as I blinked a few times, I'm imagining this. The walls aren't moving... they can't be moving. Stiles was saying my name, but his voice sounded deeper, and distorted. What is going on? I can't breathe properly, I'm sucking in too much air. What's happening to me? Calm down, Kasey. Just- just calm down. 

My hands started to shake as I tried to wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans, I squeezed my eyes shut in attempt to make this all go away. I'm not having an anxiety attack. Not right now. I can't- I can't do this. Images from my first ever anxiety attack start to flood my brain, and I'm all of a sudden stuck in the car again. Thinking about how my dad won't be in the living room when I get home. How nothing is ever going to be the same, and there isn't a damn thing I can do to try and fix it. I'm helpless. And useless. I just cause problems, rather than fix them. 

I violently shook my head from side to side as I tried to get those thoughts out of my mind, "No. No, I'm fine. I'm okay." I mumbled to myself as I pressed my hands against my eyes. I'm okay, I know I am. I keep trying to take a deep calming breath, but I can't. So I need to talk. My mom said talking helps, because then I know I'm breathing and if I know I'm breathing then I can't panic. 

"Stiles- Stiles talk to me," I stammered as I started to hyperventilate. I felt like I was spinning around and my entire body was going numb, but at the same time my skin was igniting on fire. I was so hot, and the heat was starting to seep into my bloodstream- heating the inside of my body as well.

"Kase, babe- just... tell me about your favorite movie. What's your favorite movie?" He asked me quickly. 

What's my favorite movie? Images from different films that I've seen start racing through my mind and I can't possibly pick a favorite from all of the wonderful stories that have been told. I shook my head from side to side, "I-I don't know. Ask-ask something else."

"Kasey, just talk. Right now, tell me everything that's stressing you out." Stiles urged me. 

"I-I don't know. Stiles I can't breathe. I-I can't- I can't-" I am on my knees now, and everything in the room is fading to black as I try to focus on him, just him. I can't focus on anything but the fact that I can't seem to breathe for some reason. I am having an anxiety attack. Not a panic attack, no- an anxiety attack. 

"My mom- she-she, she needs help. Scott is-is-" I can't get my words out before I start sucking in more air. My family- the only two people I have left, are out there in danger and I can't help them. I can't do anything. I can just sit here and wait. I have to sit here and possibly wait to here that they died and I just sat off to the side without helping. 

"Stiles- I'm having an anxiety attack. I-I can't- I can't stop-" I managed to get out as I started to pull at the ends of my hair, I can't stop. I tried to stand up, but I wobbled over and hit the wall. What is happening? It wasn't this bad before. Ever.   

My eyes were welling up with tears as I started to sob loudly, I can't calm down. I can't find that anchor that will bring me back to the situation. Stiles. Stiles is the anchor. I stumbled over to him and grabbed his face in my hands, his eyes widened as I pressed my lips to his- thankfully he could still move them, because as soon as he took that familiar sharp intake of breath- he started to kiss me. 

As weird as it sounds, I could feel the pressure in my chest slowly dissolving as I just let myself unravel in him. My eyes were squeezed shut as I let my mind wander to thoughts and images of kissing him, and holding him. He was the only good thing I have right now, and he has no idea how strong of a hold he has on my emotions. I slowly pulled my lips off of his and pressed my forehead to his as I let out a shaky breath. 

"Are-are you okay?" He asked slightly out of breath. 

I nodded slowly, "Yeah- yes, I am."

He let out a sigh of relief, "What happened? I-I didn't know you had anxiety attacks?"

"I don't... usually. I've had a few in the past, but never that bad. Stiles, I need to go and try to get our parents out, okay? I have to, if I don't do something- I may have another... episode, and I can't do that again." I said seriously as I pulled my head back so I could hold eye contact. 

He swallowed nervously but nodded once, "Okay- just... just be careful."

"I will, and I'll be back to get you. I promise." I said quickly as I pressed my lips to his again, nearly melting into a pool of goo as his lips connected with mine. 

After I managed to pull myself away from him, I crept out of the room and down the hallway. The alarm was still going off, and the small lights that were on the walls were flashing constantly. I have no idea where the hell I'm at, or how to get to the detainment room where our parents are from here. Maybe I should have asked Stiles before I left, that probably would have been a good idea. 

I sighed to myself as I opened a door that led to the garage, damnit. I closed the door and turned back around, only to come face to face with Matt. He had that devious smirk on his face, and before I could make a run for it, he had his hand around my neck- pushing me against the wall. 

"You really should have picked me. Because remember when I said that I'm not the type of guy that would say something like 'well if I can't have her, no one can'? It's not totally true because, Kasey, if I can't have you, no one can!" He shouted and his face appeared to be in the process of changing, but then it went back to normal. 

The sound of metal hitting the floor caused Matt to snap his head to the side in annoyance, "Why must there always be distractions?" He asked himself in annoyance as he switched his death grip to my wrist as he started to tug me along down the hallway. Where is he taking me?

"Matt, listen- I get that you have a reason for this, but...but our parents have nothing to do with what happened, just let them go." I pleaded as he roughly pulled me into the detainment room. Stiles dad was standing in front of the jail cell where my mom was being held, he had somehow managed to pull the handcuff piece out of the wall. How he managed to do that is just beyond crazy. 

Matt let go of my wrist and went towards Mr. Stilinski, before I could re-act he smacked him over the head with the gun and he fell to the ground unconscious. "No!" I shrieked as I tried to go to him, to make sure he was okay, but Matt snatched my wrist and jerked me back. 

"Matt, please listen to me. My kids have been shot, and they need help. Just- please." My mom begged as she glanced at the blood that had seeped through my shirt. 

My captor chuckled as he shook his head from side to side, "How totally clueless are you people? Look at her, she's fine!" He shouted as he lifted my shirt up to reveal a perfectly healed piece of skin. My mom's eyes widened as she glanced at me in confusion, I opened my mouth to try and tell her that I could explain everything- but before I could the sound of a very distinct growl echoed around the room. 

I slowly turned around and saw Derek standing in the doorway, his eyes glowing bright red due to his recent alpha status. Matt froze in place as he glanced to the other door on the opposite side of the room, and sure enough there was Jackson in full Kanima form. Oh this is bad. Very, very bad. 

Jackson and Derek then launched themselves at each other and started to fight, once Derek had thrown Jackson into the table- Matt shoved past me and ran out of the room. I fell to the floor and quickly grabbed on to Mr. Stilinski and checked for a pulse- oh thank god. I grabbed on to his arm and started to tug him closer to the cell so he was farther away from the supernatural fight club at the moment. He was entirely too heavy for me, and it took every ounce of strength I had in me so I could get him to move the two feet closer to my mom. 

At the sound of a body slamming into a wall, I glanced up to see that Derek was laying on the floor and Jackson was crawling towards me. My eyes widened as I pushed my back against the bars of the cell, Jackson was hissing and flashing his several rows of very sharp teeth at me. I was about to close my eyes to accept the fate that was about to hit me, but Scott came barreling into the room and he grabbed on to Jackson and flung him away from me. Oh thank god. 

"Scott? Oh god, are you okay?" My mom asked quickly as she grabbed on to the bars, her eyes leaking more tears as she glanced at my brother- who had his back to her. This was it. He was about to show her that he was a wolf, and there was no way around it. 

Scott then slowly turned around, still in wolf form. His eyes were glowing that goldish yellow color, and he looked completely heartbroken. My mom backed away from the bars as she pulled her hands up to her mouth to try and stifle a sob. It failed. I could feel my eyes welling up with tears at the situation, and thankfully before the situation could get any worse Scott and Derek ran out of the room after Jackson. 

I turned back around to face my mom and she was shaking her head from side to side sadly, I can't do this right now. I can't possibly explain everything to her, I need to go and get Stiles and- and do something to help. 

"Mom, I swear we'll explain everything. Okay?" The question was, when and how...

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Okay, so now I can write the authors note. Anyway, I was trying to get these both posted last night, but I was so tired and I wasn't really in the zone and I didn't want to write a crap chapter and then post them, ya know? So I waited until today- and I was planning on writing earlier this afternoon, but instead I woke up at 8 in the morning because of how hot it was in my bedroom, only to find out that because of the storm earlier in the morning we lost power. And we didn't get our power back until around two in the afternoon. So my whole family has been out all day, on the bright side I got to see the new One Direction movie- and it was so good. They are all so cute, and I just love them so much it's crazy. Anyway, when we got home I had to watch a movice with my dad and that took a good two and a half hours, and by the time I got up in my room to write- I decided to just rewrite pretty much the entire chapter. Which is why it took me so long. 

On a side note, the only reason that I am writing anxiety attacks into Kasey's life, is because it's something very personal to me- I have anxiety issues, they run in my family, and I've had my fair share of attacks and I really can connect to a character better when they have something in common with me. In my One Direction fan fictions on my other account, the two main characters both have anxiety issues as well. I didn't want you all to think that I'm doing this because I'm trying to make her like Stiles, that's not my intention at all.

Okay, that's all. Sorry this note is so long... a lot of you probably don't even read these, but oh well. Anyway be sure to fan, vote, and comment! I love hearing your thoughts and questions and theories! xx