" I don't want a happy ending with you, I want a happy eternity because I don't want this to end."

  Indigo's POV

  "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." Sheriff nodded. "His jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means- I don't know what it means."

    I bit my lip, looking down to my lap. I'd been holding in tears for what seemed like forever. Gerard took Stiles. He could be doing anything to him. Torturing him, hitting him, keeping him somewhere to leave to die.

   "Look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if either one of you see him-" Sheriff rushed, before Scott put a hand on his shoulder, nodding slowly.

"We'll call you." Isaac eased.

     "Look, he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something. We'll find him." Scott gave Sheriff a small smile.

"Yeah." Stilinski sighed, before returning it. "I'll see you, okay?"

  They both nodded and I took a deep breath, composing myself, before standing up.

    "You're okay, right?" Isaac looked to me nervously. I nodded.

"Whether or not I am, I'm finding Stiles." I huffed. Isaac nodded slowly, before looking around the locker room.

    "Is that everyone?" He asked. I looked around, before nodding. Metal screeching made my head spin around, seeing Scott rip off Stiles' locker door.

"We're gonna find him by scent?" Isaac raised his eyebrow. Scott nodded and handed Stiles a shoe, while taking a shirt. Isaac frowned, looking back to Scott.

  "How come you get that, and I get a shoe?"

  Scott sighed and went to walk, before freezing. I followed his gaze, seeing Derek, arms crossed behind his back.

"We need to talk." Derek sighed. A figure stepped from behind the lockers.

Peter.

"All of us." Peter smirked.

  "You!" I screamed, feeling my eyes flicker to the green and my fangs grow. "You stay the hell away from me!"

"Oh, come on, Indigo. No hard feelings, right?" Peter shrugged.

    "You're gonna feel hard feelings when I punch your face to the back of your skull." I snapped. Peter sighed, shaking his head.

"You just can't please them all." He looked to Derek, shrugging.

     "You all can talk about whatever the hell you're going to talk about- but I'm going to look for Stiles." I growled, already walking.

   "Indigo!" Scott shouted. "Where are you going to even look?"

"First, Argent's house. And if he's not there- Beacon Hills." I stomped out of the locker room, slamming the door open as I started my treck to Allison's house.

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    Familiar with the address, and where Allison picks up her keys, I quietly walked into the house. My feet creaked the floorboards and I clenched my teeth, shutting the front door soundlessly.

I tip toed into the foyer, looking around for signs of people here. Nothing. No purses, keys, shoes. They were gone.

Except for the trail of dirt and grass on the floor.

   I thought about following it. Go in and let my anger take hold, see what exactly a human body looked like drained of blood. But, I didn't necessarily want Stiles to witness that after just finding out what I was. And, the Argents' were damn sure to have some sort of weapons hiding somewhere.

   I looked under the stairs, opening the door, only to see dust and a pull light-bulb. I shut it softly, but still in annoyance as I continued. I came to, probably a coat closet, and opened it slightly, already noticing the black shine of a cross bow, behind coats. I snatched it and pulled it out, finger resting on the trigger easily. I raised it and looked down the arrow, looking at the aim.

Which was more than likely hoping to be the back of Gerard's head.

    I shut the closet and held the crossbow with both hands, following the grass swiftly. I was stopped at a dead-end, a door. I released one hand and slowly opened it, sounds erupting from the small opening. I swung it open, eyebrows furrowed. I looked down stairs, lit up by lights, seeing the old man, hunched over Stiles. He had the collar of his jersey in hand, the other sending fists to his face.

My blood boiled and my jaw clenched as I immediately raised the crossbow, gripping the handle, finger on the trigger.

    And I pressed. Wind whistled and I heard Gerard grunt in pain as the arrow sunk into his thigh, stumbling away from Stiles. I saw the red mark across Stiles' cheek, blood sprawled around it.

    "Indigo," Gerard chuckled, groaning as he turned to face me. I stepped down the stairs, bow still raised. "I was hoping you would've brought Scott."

"Scott's busy." I snarled. He nodded, a smug smile still on his face. His hand held the arrow, trying to minimize blood loss.

      "Go ahead. Kill me." Gerard snapped. "I know you want to."

The offer was so- so tempting. To kill the man who stole Stiles and beat him? But if I did take him up on it, I wasn't just killing Gerard. I was killing Allison's grandfather, Chris Argent's father. It wasn't my place.

      "Oh, I do." I nodded, stepping closer. Gerard tried to step back, but a hung up Boyd and Erica were in his way. "But I think I have something way- way more satisfying."

I drew the bow with both hands around my head, before swinging, feeling the bow connect to the side of Gerard's head. He toppled to the ground and didn't get up.

 I stared at him, until the sound of Stiles moving snapped me out of it, and I dropped the bow, running over. I slid next to him, placing my hands on either side of his face.

"Stiles? Stiles, are you okay?" I rushed, putting my face in front of his. His eyes met mine and with a breath, he let a smile fall on his lips.

    "You know-" He grunted, sitting up straight. "You're supposed to be the damsel in distress."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "I was in distress. You scared the hell out of me. I had no idea what to do."

    Stiles smiled, his exhausted eyes staring into mine lazily. "Kiss me."

I bit my lip, before nodding. "I can do that."

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     Stiles' arm was gripping on my shoulder as I helped him up the stairs of his house. His dad wasn't downstairs to see him home, so we tried upstairs. I could already hear Sheriff's voice from Stiles' room. I lugged him down the hallway, stepping to the doorway.

  "Yeah, I'm not finding any clues here. Listen if he shows up at the hospital-" Sheriff paused and nodded, letting the person on the phone speak. "Okay, thanks."

    He hung up and I smiled, watching him grip his phone. "Come on, Stiles. Where the hell are you?" He grumbled.

"Right here." Stiles sighed.

    Sheriff spun around, eyes wide. He glanced to me and I nodded, letting Stiles go. Sheriff walked over and enveloped Stiles in a hug, patting his back roughly.

"It's okay." Stiles sighed. They pulled away and Sheriff grabbed his cheek, showing himself.

    "Who was it?" Sheriff asked. "Who was it?"

"Dad, just some- kids from the other team. They were really pissed about losing and I was- I was mouthing off, you know. The next thing I know-"

    "Who was it?" Sheriff snapped. Stiles sighed, shrugging.

"I don't know. I didn't even see them, really."

     "I want descriptions." Sheriff spat.

"Dad, come on." Stiles exhaled. "It's not even that bad-"

"I'm calling that school. I'm- calling them and I'll personally go down there, and I'm gonna pistol-whip these little bastards!"

     "Dad!" Stiles shouted, before whispering. "I said I was okay."

Sheriff's eyebrows twisted in anger, before he took a deep breath, hugging Stiles again.

      I smiled, leaning against the doorway.

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  Stiles and I lied on his bed, his back flat on the mattress, head on a pillow. My head on his chest and one arm sprawled across his chest.

"You know, besides being kidnapped by a psychopath grandpa, you did great tonight." I nodded. Stiles' chest jumped as he chuckled.

    "Thanks." His hand rubbed my upper arm softly, almost making me fall asleep. I sighed and dug myself deeper into the bed. "You know, thank god Gerard didn't decide to go at you for shooting him."

I just shrugged. "I would've healed."

    "Indigo," Stiles sighed and I felt him shake his head. "That's not what it's about. 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."

I whispered a 'sorry', before desperately trying to change the subject.

  "I just wanna lay here forever." I mumbled, shutting my eyes. This is the most comfortable I'd been ever since I'd gotten here.

"Why?" Stiles asked. I could hear the confusion.

     "I'm here with you. Lying down on possibly the most comfortable mattress ever. It's quiet. There's no blood. No werewolves. Just- us." I smiled.

"Me too." Stiles sighed, before I felt his lips kiss the top of my head. "Although, with my girlfriend- not being one, but two supernatural creatures- I don't think we can escape it."

   "Don't worry, I wish I was human too." I huffed.

   "No, no. It's not that." Stiles quickly spoke. "Supernatural looks good on you."

I scoffed. "As if. My teeth grow and my eyes become glowsticks. That can't be pretty."

"I don't know. . ." Stiles argued. "You looked pretty hot."

    My eyes widened with a smile, lifting my head to look at him. Stiles blushed as we made eye contact.

"Some guys like blondes-" I nodded. "Not Stiles Stilinski. He goes for Vampires."

Stiles smiled, shaking his head.

           "Only this one."

I grinned and leaned up, meeting his lips to mine. The same smooth feel to them.

The door busted open, making me and Stiles fly apart, Stiles tumbling off the bed. I snapped my head to see Lydia, heavily breathing.

     "I think I know how to save Jackson."

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    Stiles, Lydia and I were packed into his jeep, speeding to the old factory building, where Scott had told Lydia to come.

"So, how do we expect this to work?" I asked, looking back to Lydia who was sat in the back. She sighed.

      "I- I have something I'm supposed to give Jackson. And the book said if he's given his past, it goes away. Or, something like that."

"Well, something like that could kill you if you're wrong." I raised my eyebrows at her.

    "I have to try something." She huffed, wiping tears from under her eyes. I slowly nodded, turning back to the front.

   A wall was the end of the road and when I looked to the dashboard, Stiles was reaching 50. And counting.

"Stiles, what are you doing?" I looked to him with wide eyes.

     "Hopefully something right." He winced, preparing for the wall. I shrunk back in my seat, covering my head when I heard the bust. The jeep rumbled and I heard wood crumble, but the jeep kept going. I opened my eyes, seeing the kanima standing and just as Stiles hit the brakes, we hit him.

    "Did I get him?" Stiles asked, looking around. The kanima jumped from the ground onto the hood. I screamed, along with both Stiles and Lydia, shoving the door open and pulling everyone out.

Stiles and I backed up, but Lydia stepped towards the kanima.

    "Lydia. . ." I warned. The kanima drew it's claws back and Lydia flung her hand up, holding a small bronze key.

Jackson's key.

   The kanima froze and suddenly, it was half Jackson. His eyes flicked from reptilian to Jackson's normal green. His clawed hands nervously took the key, inspecting it. His eyes wide with fear, looking back to Lydia.

The scales were disappearing, making Jackson more Jackson. He stepped back, taking deep breaths from his previous rampage.

        He was fully pale, anti-scale, when Derek began running towards him. Peter swung out of nowhere and both sunk their claws into his torso and back, raising Jackson up.

Lydia screeched and covered her mouth, more tears on the way. Jackson sputtered, head thrown back, before Peter and Derek dropped him.

     Jackson fell to his knees, coughing, eyes fluttering open and closed. Lydia kneeled down and held him up, sniffling.

    "Do you-" Jackson muttered. "Do you still-"

"I do." She instantly nodded. "I do still love you. I do. I do. I do."

    Jackson barely nodded, before his forehead slowly reached Lydia's shoulder. She let out a cry, before lying his body down. I sorrowfully looked to Lydia, feeling Stiles' arm lie across my shoulders. I wrapped my arm around, resting on his other hip as I leaned in. Lydia turned to us, taking deep shaky breaths.

Scratches began. Claws scraping against the concrete, all of us turning to look at Jackson. His previously dead-body was curling it's finger's, normal claws making dust as it moved against the concrete. Jackson began standing up, the wounds from Peter and Derek shrinking until they were nonexistent.

    He stood on his feet, keeping his head faced down. Jackson looked up and his eyes flashed blue, before he transformed. Hair grew around the side of his face and more protruded from his eyebrows. Fangs poked out from his parted lips, before he looked up to the ceiling, letting out a familiar roar.

A werewolf roar.

    When he stopped, the hair receded back, like the claws and fangs, his blue eyes dimming out. He took deep, tired breaths, looking to Lydia. Her eyes wide, but a small smile appeared before she jumped into Jackson's arms. I smiled as Jackson's eyes fluttered closed, pulling in Lydia as close as possible.

  "Where's Gerard?" I heard Allison, her figure standing next to Scott. We all looked around, seeing a pool of black, dark blood and footsteps of the small color out of the hole Stiles' created

"He can't be too far." Argent shook his head.

   Silence over took us, our eyes all gazing between each other. There was no kanima. No more dying. No more constantly feeling like something was after us.

"It's over." I relaxed in Stiles' arms, my tone relieved. I looked up to Stiles who nodded, before looking to me.

     "It's over.

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    Stiles took me and Scott home, giving me a short kiss- which made Scott groan. Stiles smiled and drove off down the street, his jeep disappearing over the end of the street.

    "Indigo, I'm happy you're happy-" Scott started, although his head was shaking. "But could you be happy somewhere else?"

I hummed, scratching my chin playfully as I pretended to think. "Nope."

  We walked up the stairs and into the house, seeing Melissa reading something on the couch, mug in hand. As soon as the door shut behind us, she turned and a smile grew on her face. I returned it, watching as she set down her book and cup, walking up. She enveloped us both in a hug, sighing.

   "Are you two okay?" She pulled away, her eyebrows raised as she waited for reassurance. Scott pulled a short nod, before making his way to the stairs and up them, quickly.

I watched him grimly, feeling sorry.

   "What's up with that one?" Melissa questioned, her gaze leaving the stairs.

"Him and Allison broke up. And, this time it's serious." I slowly nodded. Melissa whispered a small 'oh', disheartened.

Seconds passed and her eyes lit up, looking to me expectantly.

    "And, you and Stiles?" She grinned. I bit my lip to contain the smile that would for sure make my cheeks hurt. A nod was all I could let out, as I calmed down.

"Amazing." I nodded, letting the smile go. Melissa clapped quickly and shortly with humor.

     "Does he, you know- know?" Her eyes became uneasy as she carefully looked to me.

"Yeah. He does." I breathed out. I hadn't realized how much relief came when I said that. He knew and he was okay with it. Actually, was so okay with it he would let me drink his blood. Stiles knew I needed his blood to survive and he stayed with me.

    "Well, Indigo, I'm sure this has been an- exciting night. So, why don't you head to bed." Melissa nodded. I agreed and with one final hug, I took the stairs up to my room.

The closer I actually got to my room, the more exhausted I became. Walking through the doorway, my bed looked more enticing than ever. I stripped and put on a pair of pajamas I'd discovered in one of the drawers.

    Slipping under the comforter, I almost moaned in relaxation. I sunk into the mattress and eventually, to sleep.

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In the morning I woke up to no nightmares, no strange "premonitions". Just the sun. Oh.

And Scott waking me up to go help Stiles for practice next season for lacrosse. Apparently I was encouragement.

   Stiles picked us up and we drove to the school, parking next the field. Scott, in the passenger seat, hopped out, letting me crawl out behind him. I huffed as my feet hit the grass, stuffing my hands into my jacket.

   "So, you really think she's coming back to you?" Stiles asked Scott, opening the trunk. Scott nodded, shrugging.

     "Yeah, I know she is."

   I started heading over to the field, but even with the distance, my hearing continued to listen to Scott and Stiles.

    "You and Indigo?" Scott asked. I heard Stiles sigh.

"Good. Like, really good."

I chuckled and continued to the field, shaking my head. Stiles and Scott followed, Scott heading to the goal as Stiles opened the bag of lacrosse balls.

    "You know what I just realized?" Scott spoke up, twirling the lacrosse stick in his hand. "I'm right back where I started."

"What are you talking about?" Stiles asked.

     "I mean, no lacrosse, no popularity, no girlfriend. Nothing." He shrugged.

"Dude." Stiles scoffed. "You still got me and Indigo."

      "I had you guys before." Scott rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, and you still got us." Stiles waved his arms. "Okay? Life fulfilled."

       "Very." I pointed out to him. Scott chuckled, before crouching slightly in goal, preparing.

     "Now remember, no wolf powers." Stiles shook his head.

"Got it." Scott nodded. Stiles shook his head again.

       "No, I mean it. No- super fast reflexes, no super eyesight, no hearing. None of that crap, okay?"

"Okay." Scott groaned. "Come on."

"You promise?" Stiles continued. I laughed aloud, throwing my head back as Scott groaned louder.

        "Would you just take the shot already?" Scott yelled. Stiles quickly scooped up the ball, ready to shoot.

       I heard the whistle of it, but never the swish of it hitting the back of the goal.

 "I said no wolf powers!"

A/N::

  and that's it! the end of "indigo". how sad. but, they're together. what a happy ending, right?

SIKE

  there WILL be a sequel! i am so excited for it and i've already started it! it'll be season 3a and 3b which omg i don't think you guys are ready for them. ugh, i'm so excited and I hope you are too! if this chapter goes well, i might upload the first chapter of the sequel today!

   oh, it's called "patient 37" which, you'll see why when you read (;

  love you guys and tell me what you think! also, excited for the sequel????