"I've 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... ah hell, I don't know what that means. Um... Look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his e-mails, if you see him-" Mr. Stilinski began to explain everything that was going on but before he could finish his instructions about Stiles, I cut him off, "I'll call you. You'll be the first person I call, I promise." I assured him.

Scott sighed, "Look he's probably just freaked out from all of the attention or something. We'll find him."

"Yeah. I'll see you, okay?" Mr. Stilinski said sadly as he patted my shoulder and walked away. I ran my hands over my face as the situation continued to gnaw at my insides. Stiles wasn't hiding from all of the attention. His jeep was still here because Gerard took him, and he took him because I didn't bring Derek here like I was instructed to do. This is all of my fault.

"Is that everyone?" Scott asked as Isaac glanced around the locker room. I let out a shaky breath as I sat down on the bench in front of me, "Yeah, I think so."

Seconds later Scott had ripped off a locker door and threw it to the ground, it just goes to show how exhausted I am that I didn't even jump or make some sort of remark about how suddenly he just ripped it off. I watched as my brother pulled out what appeared to be a shirt from the locker, "You're going to find him by smell?"

Instantly I perked up at the situation, that was Stiles' locker, that was Stiles' shirt, they are going to go and try to find Stiles. Scott nodded, "Yeah. We both are." He said as he handed Isaac a show. Stiles' shoe.

"How come you get a shirt and I get a shoe?" Isaac asked in obvious disgust.

I glanced over at Isaac, but instead Derek caught my attention. I hit Scott in the arm and he turned around to glance at Derek as well. "We need to talk," Derek stated.

"All of us,"

My eyes widened and I started to cough on the air I had tried to suck in as I saw Peter standing there. He- he was dead. What the hell is he doing here?

"Holy shit," I breathed out as I positioned myself behind Scott, he kept his arm around me protectively as he narrowed his eyes at Peter.

"What the hell is this?" Scott asked as he took a step forward. As if things couldn't get any worse tonight, now we have to deal with the fact that Peter isn't dead and is actually still very much alive.

Derek smirked bitterly, "You know I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the Sheriff's station."

What? When did Scott talk to Gerard at the Sheriff's station? When did that even happen? Like, I'm pretty sure we were all trying not get killed during that entire hostage ordeal, when did Scott even have the time to talk to Gerard during all of that?

"Okay, hold on. He-he threatened to kill my mom. And I had to get close to him, what was I supposed to do?" Scott argued defensively.

Peter nodded, "I'm gonna go with Scott on this one. Have you seen his mom, she's gorgeous."

My eyes widened, "Shut up!" We all shouted at the creep standing behind Derek. He has issues, so so so many issues. And I really am praying that Derek will kill him again so I don't have to deal with seeing him.

"Who is he?" Isaac asked me.

I scoffed, "That's Peter, Derek's uncle. Little while back he tried to kill all of us, then we set him on fire, and Derek slashed his throat. Sadly though, I missed all of that due to the fact that he freaking attacked me and put me in the hospital for five days."

Peter smiled sarcastically as he waved at Isaac, "Hi."

"That's good to know," Isaac said quietly.

I shifted my gaze to Derek, "How the hell is he alive?"

"Look, the short version is he knows how to stop Jackson. And maybe how to save him." Derek said as he glanced between Scott and myself, knowing that it was going to take a lot of convincing to get us on board with his plan that included his psychotic uncle.

I laughed sarcastically, "Yeah- well that's so helpful, really it truly is, only problem is Mister Cheekbones is dead."

"What?" Derek asked in total shock.

Scott nodded, "Yeah. Jackson's dead. It just happened on the field."

"Okay... why is no one taking this as good news?" Isaac asked slowly as he glanced between Peter and Derek in confusion.

Peter made eye contact with my brother, "Because if Jackson is dead, it didn't just happen. Gerard wanted it to happen."

"But why?" Derek asked as he glanced at his uncle.

Peter took a step forward, "Well, that's exactly what we need to figure out. And something tells me the window of opportunity is closing. Quickly."

✢

Stiles is home. Wanted to let you know.

As soon as the text appeared on my screen, I said my good-byes to Scott and the rest of the werewolf gaggle. I took the car that my mom didn't take to the hospital for some reason, and headed straight for his house. My eyes wouldn't stop watering, and I know that the tears are happy tears, well for the most part.

When I parked on the side of the street and nearly went up on to the sidewalk, I didn't bother with locking the car doors or even remembering to pull the keys out of the ignition. I literally sprinted up to the front door and without knocking I walked in. Mr. Stilinski was walking out of the living room, and when he saw me his eyes widened in shock for a moment. "Oh, he's upstairs."

"Is he-" I couldn't get the question on before he shook his head from side to side, I nodded to myself and ran up the stairs. His bedroom door was closed, and I was afraid to open it.

I bit down on my lip as I hesitantly knocked on the door, "Dad I said I'm fine." Stiles called from the other end in irritation. I took a deep breath as I knocked again on the door, I could hear him muttering to himself as he approached the door and when he yanked it open to see me, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Um, hi." I greeted awkwardly. When I saw his face, my heart sank. His lip was busted, and his right cheek was red and bruised. Did Gerard do that to him? This is all of my fault, I should have been the one that got hurt.

"Hi. Um, yeah- come in." He said quickly as he stepped aside so I could walk in to his room. I let out a shaky breath as I walked in, he closed the door and turned around to face me.

I couldn't hold back the tears anymore as I really looked at his face, "What happened-who-who did it?" I choked out as I pulled my hands up to my mouth. This is all of my fault, I should have just tried to get Derek to come to the game. I didn't even attempt to get him there, I just- I did what Scott said and that was to stay with our mom.

"Kasey, I'm fine. It's nothing." He tried to assure me.

My jaw dropped as I gestured to his face with my hands, "How is that fine, Stiles? You are not fine! He-he hurt you, god this is all of my fault. I told him to leave you alone, I-I said that he could-" I stopped myself as I realized what I as about to say. I can't tell him that, he will go off on me because of it. I know he will.

He turned his head to the side as he took a step towards me, "What did you tell him, Kasey?"

"Nothing. I-I said I would try to help him, that's all." I lied quickly, I just got him back. I don't want him to be angry with me because I told Gerard to hurt me rather than to hurt him.

"This isn't your fault, okay? Gerard is sick and twisted and has some major issues that he needs to deal with, this-" he gestured to his face "is not your fault." He said seriously.

I shook my head from side to side, "It is."

"How? How in holy hell is this your fault, Kasey?" He demanded.

"I-I... he threatened you... during the game, he said that if I didn't bring Derek to him before the last thirty seconds he would... he would hurt you. And Scott made me stay at the game, he-he wouldn't let me help. I told Gerard to kill me instead, he wouldn't do it. He won't hurt me, and I don't understand why." I explained as I wiped at my eyes, my eye liner is probably running like crazy. God, I'm such a mess.

Stiles shook his head from side to side, "You see, that's the problem here Kasey. You don't care about getting hurt. But you know how I'll feel? I'll be devastated. And if you die, I will literally go out of my freaking mind. You see, death doesn't happen to you, Kasey. It happens to everyone around you, okay? To all of the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how they're going to live the rest of their lives now without you in it! Uh-huh. Look at my face! Come on, you actually think this was meant to hurt me?!" He shouted as he took a threatening step towards me.

I just stood there staring at him with wide eyes, he has never blown up on me like that before. Hell, I don't think he's ever even yelled at me before. I didn't expect this- I mean, I knew he was going to stay something about how I sacrificed myself up in his place, but I didn't think he would lash out at me like this.

When he realized what he had said and how he said it, he took a step back in shock, "Um... I'm so sorry. I-I... Kasey, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry." He stammered.

I shook my head from side to side quickly, "No. It's okay. I'll just... I'll go, you obviously need some time and I'm just causing an argument." I mumbled as I went to walk past him, but before I could get to the door he grabbed my wrist and prevented me from leaving.

I turned around slowly and glanced at him, "Don't go. Please, please don't go." He said quietly.

"Stiles-"

"I'm sorry, okay? Kasey you just... you can't just risk your life for me, okay? Not me. Because if you're gone, and you die... I'm pretty much on my own. And I can't... I can't go back to being on my own again." He said in a much calmer tone than he had just moments before.

I nodded slowly as I walked back over to him, he pulled me into his arms and held me against him tightly. I let out a sigh of relief as he rested he buried his face in the crook of my neck, letting out a warm puff of air. I can finally breathe again, and it feels so incredibly amazing. He's okay, and that's all that matters.

"This is probably a bad time, but you did amazing during the game." I mumbled. Stiles started to laugh lightly as he pulled back so he could look at my face.

He smiled to himself, "I did do pretty good, didn't I?"

"You were amazing, honestly. You were kind of hero," I admitted.

The smile fell from his face as he shook his head from side to side, "I'm not a hero, Kasey."

"You were at the game. And, well- you're my hero. You're the toughest person I know," I said quietly.

Stiles' cell phone vibrated on the desk, and he let out a sigh. "That would be message number 18 from Scott,"

"Why are you ignoring him?" I asked in confusion.

He shrugged, "I-I don't know."

I snatched the phone off of the desk and tapped the screen, We need Lydia. This is really important. Jackson is not dead. HURRY.

"Babe, this is important."

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It makes me sad that these last two chapters are so short, but I can't help it. Meh. Oh well, I'm glad that you all enjoyed the heavy make-out session in the previous chapters, it makes me happy to know that you enjoy some intense Stasexy scenes. OMG. I just came up with that. Stasexy. I love it.

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