Before the police arrived on the scene, Deaton arrived and pulled Baby away. The boy was on the edge of consciousness by the time he arrived. Shaking and mumbling into Stiles' hair. Tears still dripping down his cheeks. Deaton carefully picked him and and took him away. Baby unable to fight back as he was taken away from Stiles. Noshiko took Stiles and once he saw that, he relaxed. Passing out in Deaton's arms. The next few hours were passed in a blur of shaking and throwing up black liquid. The blackness coating his lip and splattering the bowl he had been given. The dead bodies of flies swimming in it as he wretched. Deaton managed to get some blood into him and he passed out at some point. Only to wake up minutes later to start the cycle again

It was hours later when he woke up and saw Scott and Lydia talking to Deaton. He groaned and held out a hand. No longer feeling the darkness in his body or the weakness from the poison. "Scott", he called. Scott hurried over and helped him sit up.

"Baby, are you okay?" He asked. Baby slurred something, still dozy and trying to wake. "What are you trying to tell me?"

"Silver", Baby slurred. He rubbed his eyes. "Could smell it on the air. Alison was using silver". He looked around at the room. It was still dark with night. He groaned. His limbs still hurt but he wasn't shaking so much anymore. He tried to swing his feet off the metal table and stumble. Scott caught him and hefted him up. Deaton grabbed another blood bag and handed it over. Baby took it and bit through the plastic, draining it in a few large gulps. As soon as it was empty, he dropped it on to the table. Deaton handed him another one.

"What do you mean silver?" Scott questioned as Baby fed. Neither him or Lydia reacting to the crinkle of plastic.

"Alison stunk of silver when she died", Baby muttered. He took a few large breaths before biting the new blood bag. He could feel his limbs stop shaking as the blood replenished him. Strength returning and warmth seeping into him. In his chest, he felt the thud of his heart starting to beat again. "Thought it might mean something". The bag was empty and he placed it on top of the other one.

They all looked at him and Baby shrugged. "I didn't see what happened. I was trying no to pass out with Stiles". He hadn't seen what had happened but he had smelt the blood then he was carried out of the corridor. The grief and the pain in the air. The fresh blood in the snow and the sobs from Scott and Issac. Then Lydia suddenly stumbled back, bringing his mind back to the present. Scott reached out and caught her before she could fall. His hands on her shoulders to steady her.

"What's wrong?" Deaton asked.

"Something's happening", Lydia looked at them with wide eyes. "I got this sudden rushing feeling. Like we're running out of time".

Footsteps in the doorway. "Yeah. I kinda got that feeling too". Kira and Stiles were there. The kitsune balancing the boy against her shoulder. Baby immediately walked over and wrapped his arms around Stiles. Kira stepping aside to let the boys fall into a fierce hug. Baby burrowed his face into Stiles' shoulder. The dark haired boy smelled weak and he was leaning heavily on him, as if he couldn't keep his own balance. "Baby", Stiles gasped as they pulled away. Baby still keeping his arms around Stiles' waist as the boy out his hands on his cheeks. "Are you okay?"

Baby nodded. Stiles looked bad. His eyes were sunken and ringed with dark bruises. Skin as pale as paper and colder than it should be. But still, Stiles let out a huge sigh of relief at the answer. "I'm okay. Deaton got the poison out of me and has given me some blood. Here", baby took Stiles' hand and pressed it on the pulse point on his neck. The fluttering of a heartbeat under his fingers. Stiles let out another sigh and drew the boy back into another hug. The two of them clutching each other close in silent reassurance.

"I was so worried. Before we spilt I could see what he was doing to you. You were screaming". Stiles shuddered and baby hugged him tighter.

"It wasn't your fault. It was out of your control. I'm okay now love", he hummed into Stiles' ear. "I'm okay". He didn't mention that the bite at the base of his neck was still red. Deaton had placed a bandage around it. The skin not healing at his usual speed.

Stiles inhaled deeply. "Good. Good", then he turned to Scott. "The school. We need to get to the school".

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Stiles' jeep pulled up in the empty school parking lot with a rattle. Outside the night was dark and moonless. The stars hidden behind clouds. Stiles shoved open the door and stumbled out, baby on his heels to steady him. Scott, Kira and Lydia following them. Baby swung one of his arms around Stiles' waist and pulled him to lean on his shoulder as they walked towards the main entrance. The school gloomy and abandoned.

"Scott, hold on", Stiles voiced as Scott reached for the doors. "I know what you're all thinking. But if this works it might kill me too. But even if it does, you have to go through with it. Stick with the plan okay".

"The plan is to save you", Scott stated. "That's the plan I'm going with". Then he pushed open the doors.

"Does this school ever lock their doors?" Baby asked as they stepped inside. Instead of a corridor, they walked into a snow covered Japanese garden. There were rock decorations and a little bridge in one corner. The square garden blanketed in white as a wind chime tinkled quietly. Baby looked back and saw that they were standing under a gate that looked like it should belong at a shrine. Behind them, the doors they had just stepped through slammed shut with a bang.

"Oh", Stiles muttered as he looked around. "This is definitely not part of the plan".

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