(I accidentally published the same chapter so I had to re-upload this, my bad!!)

"Derek!" Stiles shouted at the unconscious werewolf, throwing a slap at his face. "Derek, come on!" As Stiles tightened hand into a fist and drew it back, Derek quickly caught it before it hit him. The man looked around confused for a moment.

"Where is she?" He breathed.

"Jennifer!?" Stiles questioned.

"Gone with Scott's mom." I added.

"She took her?" Derek grunted.

"Yeah, and if that's not enough of a kick to the balls, Scott left with Deucalion, okay? So we gotta get you out of here. The police are coming right now, and we gotta get you the hell out of here." Stiles rushed with laboured breath.

"Whoa." Derek protested as we tugged up into a seating position. "What about Cora?"

...

After telling Derek that Isaac and Peter had taken Cora with him, he was quick to try and find his sister as Stiles and I we going to try to hold up the cops for him, Cora, Peter, Isaac and the Argents.

The FBI had arrived and by the sour face Stiles had pulled I assumed he knew the man in the middle of it. "Just perfect." He muttered with a sigh.

"What?" I questioned, confused as the man spotted us and made his way over. "Who is that?"

"I'll tell you later." He answered vaguely as the agent neared us.

"A stilinski at the centre of this whole mess." The man began, standing in front of us. "What a shocker." He quipped. I crossed my arms and rolled my shoulders back slightly, already growing to dislike the man in front of me. "And who might you be?" He asked, his eyes trained sharply on me.

"Aurora Carter." I replied shorty.

"Pip and Alf's kid?" He questioned. I sat up a bit straighter and only answered with a curt nod.

"Hmm." He hummed in thought and I wished I could crawl into his mind and see what he was thinking about my parents and I. The Agent's attention turned back to Stiles. "Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?"

"If you ask the questions without the usual level of stupid." Stiles countered in return.

The man smiled in fake amusement. The smile quickly dropped. "Where's your dad, and why's no one been able to contact him?"

"I don't know. We haven't seen him in hours." Stiles answered.

"Is he drinking again?" I looked away with a scoff.

Stiles sighed, "What do you mean again? He never had to stop."

"But he did have to slow down." He retorted. "Is he drinking like he used to?"

"All right, how about this? Next time I see him, I'll give him a field sobriety test, okay? We'll do the alphabet, start with 'F,' end with 'U'." I had to restrain myself from laughing as the man's fake smile was back. I rested a hand on Stiles' knee.

"How about you two just tell me what the hell happened here?" He looked in between us.

Stiles let out an exhale, "We don't know what happened here. We were stuck in the elevators the whole time."

"You're not the one who put the name on the doors, are you?" He asked and we stared at him in confusion.

"What name?" I asked and he told us. Argent.

...

"The word is guardian, Allison." Chris began as he opened the door to the apartment after he'd picked Stiles and I up from the Hospital. "More than anyone, you know that's a role I haven't exactly lived up to lately." Stiles closed the door behind us after we'd walked through it.

"But she took Scott's mother and Stiles' father." Allison said as we walked into Chris' office, the older Argent turning on the lights as we entered. "That's not a coincidence." He went around one side of the desk whilst we - 'we' being Allison, Stiles and I - stayed on the other.

"Yeah, I'd also consider the fact that someone put your name up in large block letters on the elevator doors. That kind of felt like a warning to me." Stiles quipped.

"I think it might be Morrell." Allison suggested. "She knows a lot more than she lets on, and she might even be trying to help us."

"Well, she needs to get on that a lot faster, okay?" Stiles said. "Seeing as how the lunar eclipse is less than two freaking nights away." I frowned as he sat on the chair. I moved to stand by the side of it, massaging his neck and shoulders in comfort.

"Stiles, don't give up hope." Chris encouraged, trying to boost the young boy's optimism.

"They could already be dead." Stiles countered. I shook my head, resting my hands on his shoulders.

"They're not." I denied.

"Aurora's right." Chris agreed, pointing his finger in my direction for a moment. "There's something about Jennifer's tactics. It's like she's still positioning, still moving pieces into place."

"And you're one of them." Allison said with a raised eyebrow.

"Then let's not wait around to see the next move." He retorted, picking up a map . "Everything she's done has been on a telluric current, so Melissa and the sheriff have to be somewhere on one of those currents, right?" I bobbed down in front of Stiles who had his head down as he played with his hands. When I came into his view, he looked up slightly and met my eyes.

"Stiles," I began, "We need your help to find them...We need your help to find John and Melissa." He stared at me for a moment before turning to Chris.

"You seriously want to go after her?" He questioned. "I mean, what if she just takes you like the others, huh? No offence, but what's the difference between you and them?" Chris pulled up a huge handgun.

"I'm carrying a .45." Chris slammed the cartridge in. "Maybe she can heal from a shot to the leg and a few slashes to the face, but personally, I'd like to see how she holds up with half her skull blown off." He countered and put the gun down. "We've got one priority right now, and that is to find Melissa and your dad. We've got a map and every clue we need to figure this out. The only thing we don't have is time, which is why I need you three."

Stiles sighed for a minute. "Where do we start?" I grinned and kissed his forehead chastely.

...

"The place where the sacrifices have been committed have usually been different from where the bodies have been found." Chris told us, hovering the UV light over the map. "I think the placement has to do with the strength of the current, so there's the school, the animal clinic, the bank."

"I don't think she'd use the same place twice, would she?" I asked with furrowed brows.

"Only if she didn't succeed the first time." He told us, hitting the light against the bank.

"Scott's boss." Allison realised.

"Deaton." I mumbled with her.

"It was her only failure." Chris said. "That could mean something."

"That's just one place so far." Stiles reminded us. "We're gonna need a lot more help."

Allison turned to Stiles and I. "What about Lydia?"

"Lydia?" Chris questioned. "What can she do?"

"Uh, Lydia's got sort of a talent. She somehow ended up finding a couple of the bodies, um, without actually looking for them." Stiles filled him in.

"What is she? Psychic?"

I shrugged. "She's something."

...

Stiles and I watched with what could only be frightened awe as the Argents pulled out their mass of weapons, putting them together, aiming them, testing their weight.

"I thought you guys retired..." Stiles trailed off in disbelief.

"Retired, yes. Defenceless, no." Stiles nodded with wide eyes. "Make sure your phones are on. If you hear from Scott, you let us know immediately." Chris reminded us. Stiles pulled his phone out as he said this.

"Yeah, I'm thinking that's gonna be kind of unlikely." I thought back to how Scott went with Deucalion and my brows furrowed, saddened to remember my friend abandoning us, especially when we needed him so badly.

"All of you, try to remember he's just doing what he thinks is right." Chris told us, his hands on his hips. I jumped when I saw Allison, eyes wide and staring at the door and smiled when I saw it was Isaac.

"I can't shoot a gun or use a crossbow, but... Well, I... I'm getting pretty good with these." He flicked his claws out, staring at them with a tilted head for a moment before he turned to us.

...

After staying the night at Stiles' house, we decided to break the news that Scott had gone over to Deucalion's side to Lydia together. I got home, hopped in the shower and once I'd finished up my hair and makeup for the day, I walked through the joint wardrobe and into Lydia's room. She sat on the small bench seat in front of her vanity, staring at the bruise Jennifer had created. I walked over, sitting next to her, looking at her through the mirror. "You okay?" I asked and she nodded slowly.

"I'm okay." She sent me a small smile as she brushed her fingers against the bruise. "I'm not covering it up." She mumbled and I shrugged

"There's no reason you should." I told her. "Someone tried strangled you and yet survived. That's not to be ashamed of or hidden and anyone that thinks so...well...I'll fight them." She giggled lightly.

...

"I don't believe it." Lydia denied. "Scott can't really be with them. He can't be."

"You didn't see the look on his face, though. It was..." Stiles trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.

"Then what can I do?" Lydia asked. "I mean, I get that I'm some kind of, like, human geiger counter for death, but... I don't know how to turn it on and off yet. All I know is that she tried to kill me because of-" She stopped herself and I tilted my head questioningly.

"Because of what, Lydia?" I prompted.

"When she called me a Banshee, she was surprised by it. What if that's not why she tried to kill me?"

"Then why did she?" Stiles asked.

"That's what we need to find out." She answered.

...

"Aidan's not texting me back." Lydia grumbled as we walked off the stairs. Stiles paused, causing both Lydia and I to stop and look back at him. "Okay, well, maybe we could just... We could go over there and-" Lydia began to suggest but paused as Stiles' phone vibrated.

His face dropped and I stepped forward. "Stiles? What's wrong?"

"It's from Isaac." He said, his voice shaking slightly. "Jennifer, she t..." he breathed out. "She has Allison's father. She took him. She's got all three now.

Stiles' hands shook as he tried to put his phone into his pocket. I took the mobile from his hand and quickly linked his with my own. His eyes fluttered, his skin paled and his breathing became more rapid. "Lydia," I breathed. "Go get the nurse." She stood stock still in shock. I looked back at her. "Go." I urged. She nodded frantically and bolted.

"Stiles..." I trailed off, cupping his cheeks. "Are you okay?" He didn't say anything for a while, his breathing becoming all the more laboured which only increased the anxiety I was already feeling due to this situation.

"I think I'm having a panic attack." I nodded, taking a deep breathing, trying to calm myself down so I could help him.

"I know, sweetheart." I told him in the most soothing voice I could muster as I tried to think about what to do.

"I need to get... I need to get out." He mumbled frantically and I nodded, knowing exactly where to take him that'd be empty.

"Okay, we'll get out, alright?" I asked, my own voice showing how extremely nervous I was. All he could do was nod as I grabbed hus hand, tugging him through the crowded halls. I opened the door to the boy's locker room. Stiles fumbled into it, I followed after him, locking the door behind me.

I rushed over to him as he fell against the lockers. "Stiles, are you listening to me?" I asked, he nodded his head shortly. I slowly took his hands and pressed them against my chest, above my heart, holding my hand over it. "I want you to concentrate on my heartbeat, okay, baby? I want you to breathe with me. We're going to breath in, hold it and then breathe out. Can you do that for me?" I didn't receive an answer so I bobbed down slightly. I let go of his hands with one of my own and titled his head up gently so he'd meet my eyes. "Can you do that for me, Stiles?" He nodded. "Okay so breathe in...hold it...breathe out." I repeated this a couple of times and although he was doing his best to concentrate on his breathing, it wasn't working.

"I-I can't. I can't." He stuttered out.

I cupped his cheeks once more, his hands clutched tightly onto my own. "Stiles, you can get through this, okay? I know what you're feeling is scary, but it's not dangerous. Nothing here is going to hurt you. I'll protect you, alright?" I wiped a few stray hairs from his forehead. "Look at me, Stiles. Focus on me." His eyes moved up, locking onto my blue ones. I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to somehow exasperate the situation. But it made sense to do it and it was worth a shot. So I did it. I leant forward and pressed my lips against his. He paused for a moment before I felt him move against me. His hands slipped from mine and moved to rest on my elbow and waist.

"Sorry to interrupt?" A voice came from the door. Lydia. Stiles and I pulled back, his breathing much slower and at a more normal pace. I turned to see Lydia and the school nurse staring at us. The nurse rolled her eyes and left as Lydia entered, slowing walking towards us.

I turned back to Stiles who didn't seem to have taken his eyes off me, scooting closer to him. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." He replied with a nod, taking my hand and playing with my fingers. His focus solely on that activity until he spoke again, "I'm sorry-"

"Don't." I interrupted and he looked up at me from our hands. "You don't have to be sorry for that, never be sorry for that." I told him and he smiled softly at me.

"I was thinking you should sign up for a few sessions with the guidance councillor but now I think Rori does the job perfectly." Lydia butt in with a small smirk playing at her lips.

Stiles and I chuckled though Stiles' small smile quickly dropped and an expression of thought replaced it.

"Morrell."

A/N:

I really wanted to avoid the cliché of the OC kissing Stiles to stop his panic attack instead of Lydia but then I thought 'screw it' and did it anyway :)) You can never have too much Stori ;)

WOWZA!!! I've been away for a long while! I'm so sorry, I've been finishing high school and it's all been very stressful, I still have two exam to go so yI K E S

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