Season 1, episode 12: code breaker

"I-It's still there... but it looked like it was healing."

STANDING UP, Peter starts walking away, motioning for the boy with the buzzcut to follow him. However, Stiles didn't move as he held a still unconscious Y/n in his arms, blood all over her dress. His hands continued to shake as he held the girl he deeply cares about tightly against him.

"No, I'm not just letting you leave them here." Stiles protests as he takes a glance down at Y/n, then glancing at Lydia for a second.

"You don't have a choice, Stiles. You're coming with me." Peter demands, wiping the blood off his lips.

"Just kill me. Look, I don't care anymore." Stiles states.

"Call your friend. Tell Jackson where they are." Peter instructs.

"No, Jackson doesn't care about Y/n." Stiles starts as the Alpha stares at him. "Listen, I'll call Jackson and I'll get him to take Lydia and I'll take Y/n, then I'll come with you. I promise."

Peter shakes his head slightly. "No, that won't do."

"Come on! Y/n will die if I don't take her. Look, you can follow me there so then you know I won't lie." Stiles pleads, feeling a tear or so fall down his cheek. "Please!"

The Alpha rolls his eyes, sighing. "Fine."

* * *

Together, Stiles and Jackson held an unconscious Lydia and Y/n as they rushed inside the hospital, calling out for help desperately. Eventually, a few nurses come over, taking the two girls from the boys, placing them on two beds and wheeling them into different rooms. Just as Stiles goes to follow, his eyes trained on the e/c eyed girl, Peter grabs his arm, pulling him out of the hospital and back to the jeep while Jackson sits in the waiting room.

"Don't feel bad." Peter tells the teenager as they drive off. "If they live, they'll become werewolves. They'll both be incredibly powerful."

"Yeah, and once a month, Y/n will go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart." Stiles reminds, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.

"Well, actually, considering that she's a woman... twice a month." Peter corrects.

Stiles' eyes widen as he glances at the Alpha beside him, wishing he could have done something before his best friend got injured.

* * *

A few hours had passed and Stiles found himself quickly walking out of the elevator before the door could even open. Ahead of him, he could see Y/n in her room from the window, Coach Finstock right next to her. Before he could go further, his father stops him.

"You know what? It's a good thing we're in a hospital, because I'm gonna kill you." Stilinski threatens.

"I-I'm sorry. I lost the keys to my jeep. I had to run all the way here." Stiles informs, leaving the part about Peter out of it.

"Stiles, I don't care!" Stilinski exclaims.

"Are they gonna be okay?" Stiles asks, glancing over his father's shoulder at Y/n.

Though he was worried about the strawberry blonde, he was more worried about the h/c girl instead. She was his best friend and he couldn't help but think of all the negative thoughts that would've happened to her.

Stilinski sighs, taking a glance at the e/c eyed girl behind him. "They don't know, partially because they don't know what happened. They both lost a lot of blood, but there's something else going on with them. Especially Y/n."

"W-What do you mean?" Stiles questions, stammering.

"The doctors say it's like they're both having an allergic reaction. They're bodies keep going into shock. Especially Y/n's. And they say that, somehow, some of the wounds on Y/n looked like they've healed, but they're still most of them there. And her skin is burning hot." Stilinski explains, squinting his eyes at his son. "Did you see anything? I mean, do you have any idea who or what attacked them?"

Slowly, Stiles shakes his head. "No. No, I have no idea."

"What about Scott?" Stilinski asks.

"What do you mean? What about him?" Stiles questions back.

"Did he see anything?" Stilinski asks, thinking the other boy would be here because of his best friend.

"Is he not here?" Stiles questions.

Stilinski furrows his brows in confusion. "What are you talking about? I've been calling him on his cell phone. I've gotten no response."

Not answering, Stiles looks over his father's shoulder at Jackson, who was standing outside of Lydia's room that was next to Y/n's. The boy shrugs, mouthing something to the buzzcut teenager.

Stiles let's out a breath. "Yeah, you're not gonna get one."

* * *

It was all over. While Y/n and Lydia still laid in their hospital beds, Kate Argent's throat had been slashed by Peter Hale, the Alpha who had gotten caught on fire by Stiles and Jackson, burning him alive. Finishing him off, Peter's throat had been slashed by his own nephew, fully killing him. That means Derek was now the Alpha, but it also meant that Scott would stay as a werewolf as he had lost his cure to return as a human. During their fight, Allison had forgave Scott and they had gotten back together, sharing a moment to themselves.

Scott and Stiles slowly sneaked into Lydia's hospital room. Stiles had wanted to instantly go to Y/n's room, but Scott got him into the strawberry blonde's as he said they'd have more time with their best friend. After closing the door not so sneakily, Scott lifts the bandage off Lydia's arm, revealing the bite, causing his brows to furrow.

"What is it?" Stiles asks.

"It's not healed. It's still there." Scott informs, both looking at the bite. "She's not a werewolf."

"Then what the hell is she?" Stiles questions.

Scott shrugs in response, not knowing the answer to his question. After walking out of Lydia's room, the two boys head inside to their best friend's room who was hooked to machine's, the bandages covered in blood. They couldn't help but feel their hearts break at the sight of her like this.

Stiles looks away as Scott walked forward, grabbing the e/c eyed girl's arm and lifting it up as gently as she could, lifting the bandage off, revealing the bitemark on his forearm. However, it wasn't like Lydia's. It was still there but it looked almost healed, unlike Lydia's.

"Is it completely healed?" Stiles asks, hoping his best friend wasn't gonna be a werewolf.

Scott shakes his head, staring at the bite. "I don't know."

"What do you mean?" Stiles questions.

"I-It's still there... but it looked like it was healing." Scott observes as Stiles looks at it.

Stiles furrows his brows. "So, is she a werewolf?"

Scott shrugs. "I don't know."

| y/n pov |

As I felt myself slowly wake up, I felt a hand in mine. Occasionally, I could feel the person squeeze my hand. Fluttering my e/c eyes open, I see Scott and Stiles sitting right in front of me once I adjust to the light. Scott sat at the end of my bed while Stiles sat in a chair beside me, my hand in his as I felt the pad of his thumb rub over my knuckles.

I let out a small grunt as I tried to sit up, causing them to look over at me. "What happened?"

"You're okay!" Stiles exclaims, a big smile coming onto his face as he wraps his arms around me. "Thank God."

"How are you feeling?" Scott asks, leaning down and giving me a hug once Stiles pulled away.

"Weird." I reply, furrowing my brows. "So, what happened?"

Stiles smiles at me. "We did it, Y/n/n. Peter's dead."

I smile a little before it fades, looking at Scott. "But that means--"

Scott nods. "Yeah, I know. But it's okay."

Giving him a small smile, I open my arms, feeling my best friends wrap their arms around me as they chuckle, all of us hugging one another.