Scott's bike pulled up at the iron gates. Noah's car was already there. Stiles and his dad already standing in front of the gates. A backpack hanging from Stiles' hand. Baby hopped off the back of the bike as Scott cut the engine. "Stiles", he jogged over. "What's going on?" They hadn't talked since Deaton had poisoned the nogitsune. The smoky smell had gone back to being a lingering tinge to stiles' natural scent. Almost nonexistent but Baby knew that it was still there.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Scott asked as he stepped up.

"Because we wanted to avoid something like this", Noah sighed.

"It's only for 72 hours", Stiles pointed out. Baby walked forwards and wrapped him in a hug. Stiles hugged back loosely. Exhaustion in his limbs.

"This is the same place barrow came from", Scott reminded. "The guy who had a tumour inside him filled with flies".

"This is also the place Lydia led you too when you first went missing", Baby added as he let Stiles go. "Her instincts are never wrong. Maybe this is a bad idea. We don't know everything yet".

"I know enough", Noah huffed. "Nogitsunes, Kitsunes, oni, or whatever they're called".

"Wow, that was actually all surprisingly correct", Stiles commented. Baby smiled at the familiar tone.

"Scott, Baby. I saw a MRI that looked exactly like my wife's. And it terrifies me. I'm heading down to LA tomorrow to talk to a specialist".

"But he doesn't smell sick", Baby pointed out. The three of them blinked at him. He sighed. "I have been around those with terminal illnesses before. When I was a kid, my sire used to sneak me into hospitals so I would know what illness smelt like. It's so we can weed out the bad blood in our prey", he explained. "Stiles doesn't smell sick. If his scans were that bad, then I should be able to smell it. But I don't. I just smell the nogitsune and him".

"You can smell the nogitsune?" Stiles blinked.

"Yeah. It's sharp. Like burnt flesh and chemicals. When it's in full control, the scent overpowers your natural one. The reason I couldn't tell what was going on yesterday was that it's scent and yours were balanced. I mistakenly believed that it was because you were in control", Baby's voice became small. "I'm sorry. I should have realised".

"This is not your fault", Stiles sighed. He reached out and gripped Baby's hand in his. "Some of the time I was in control. I remember yesterday, right up to the animal clinic. The nogitsune was tricking all of us". Baby gave him a small smile.

"Then why are you putting him in here?" Scott asked.

"He's not", Stiles stated loudly. "This is my decision".

"Stiles I can't help you if you're in here".

"And I can't hurt you", Stiles retorted. "Either of you". Baby winced. He had told Scott and Stiles about the night before. How the nogitsune had appeared in his house and drugged him. Neither of them had been pleased to hear about it, despite Baby's reassurances that he found nothing wrong.

"Deaton's got some ideas. Argent's calling people", Scott voiced desperately. "We're going to find something. And if we can't"...

"If you can't", Stiles sighed. He took a step towards his best friend. "If you can't then you have to do something for me, okay?" His voice lowered. "Make sure I never get out". He didn't wait for Scott's answer before turning to baby.

"Do I get visiting rights?" Baby asked, forced lightness in his tone. Stiles sighed, taking his hands in his and squeezing his fingers.

"I don't want you to visit me", he stated. "I think we should take a break". Baby's face fell. He opened his lips but couldn't think of a response. The words sticking to his throat. Stiles pressed on. "I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone. But if I don't ever get out then I want you to move on".

Baby swallowed and kicked his lips. "So we're breaking up?" He asked softly. Stiles sighed.

"Yeah. We're breaking up. I can't do this right now. And I'm afraid that something is going to happen to you because our our relationship. So I decided that we should break up. I just don't want to harm you Romeo".

Baby nodded, forcing back any tears. He didn't want to cry right here. "Okay", he took a breath. "I understand why you're doing this. But I'm not going to stop being there for you. I'm still going to help Scott and the other find out how to stop this".

"I thought vampires didn't have packs", Stiles gave a slight smile.

Baby rolled his eyes with a sniff, still trying not to cry. "That was before you guys basically adopted me. I've grown used to you. And you guys would have problems in school without me since I claimed it as my territory and all. Also, Lydia would kill me if I just up and abandoned all of you because we broke up".

Stiles nodded. He squeezed their fingers together again. Baby stepped forwards and pressed a light kiss to stiles lips. "Just be safe in there, okay".

"Okay. Look after yourself Romeo". Stiles smiled slightly then let go. He turned, his father following. There was a beep as the metal gate unlocked and they stepped inside. Scott and Baby watching them as they walked up to the building.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked. Baby took a deep breath and subtly wiped the wetness from his eyes. It was pointless as Scott could smell his emotions. Still, smelling sadness and seeing him crying were two different things.

"Yeah. I'll be fine", Baby sighed. Scott reached out and patted him awkwardly on the shoulder. Baby turned to him. "Could you give me a lift home? And maybe stop at a grocery store along the way? I am feeling the need for chocolate therapy". They turned and walked back to his bike. Scott picked up his helmet. "If you ever tell anyone that my real name is Romeo, then I will let you taste what my venom is like on Wolves", he scowled. Scott smiled.

"Rest assured, I won't tell anyone. How come your real name is Romeo?"

"It was a family name", Baby muttered as he swung his leg over the bike and grabbed Scott by the shoulders as the engine rumbled. "It's actually Romeo Valentine Goldsmith. But if you ever repeat that to anybody then I will quite happily skin you alive".

"I hear you". Scott gave a slight chuckle as the bike pulled away from Asylum. Baby turned and watched it disappear over his shoulder. No matter what Stiles thought, he still couldn't shake the feeling that this was a bad idea. As the house faded from view, he sniffed and rubbed the returning wetness from his eyes. Scott pretending to ignore the sound as they drove on.

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Bit of angst anyone? Ignore the fact that the edit above says Newtmas. Picture them as Baby and Stiles instead.