TEN

"Good morning." Ms. Blake spoke to our class. I sit next to Stiles in chemistry. "As you all know Mr. Harris is still missing. I mean, sick. Anyway, I'm filling in while we all hope and pray for a more qualified substitute to take my place. Okay, so, let's get started, shall we?"

Under the table, Stiles' hands quickly into mine and placed onto his lap.

Stiles nudged me a little, and I looked over at him. "Hey, my dad said that ER attending wasn't strangled, but did die from asphyxiation." My heart jumped at how low his voice was, it got my heart racing. "They just don't know how."

I nodded slowly, taking it in. We were quite close to one another. "Do you think the on-call doctor could be still alive?" I whisper I could feel our thighs brushed against each other gently.

Stay cool, Stacey, stay cool.

"I don't know." Stiles mumbles. "But, Stacey, there's gotta be a least 20 other doctors in that hospital. At least. You know? And any one of them could be next."

I then felt my phone buzz, and my eyes widen and I quickly grab my phone out of my pocket. I look down at who was calling me, it was Deaton. Deaton knows I have class now... unless it's really important...

"Hey, Deaton." I whisper, trying to not get caught. "I'm in class right now. Can I call you back later?"

"Unfortunately, no." Deaton's voice said over the phone. I frown deeply. "I honestly thought I might never have to burden you like this, but I'm afraid at the moment, you're my only hope. I'm going to be taken. I need you to find me." The phone then hangs up and my eyes widen.

"Deaton, Deaton, what's happening?" I whisper into the phone, removing a lose stranged of hair. I realized he hung up on me.

And then it hits me.

Deaton was going to be sacrificed. He's a healer. I sit up, my eyes were watery with tears. The sound of my chair scarps along the ground in a high pitch frequency, I collected my stuff together and pushed it into my bag and zipped it up.

You are not having a panic attack.

Tears were dripping down my cheeks and I walked towards the door. "Ms. McCall?" Ms. Blake called unsurely, I need to find Deaton.

I start to hyperventilate as I walk down the hallways, I felt like I couldn't breathe. My throat felt tight. Deaton is taken- I need to find him.

"Stacey?" I hear the sound of my boyfriend's voice fill my ears. I shove off my bag and it drops to the ground. I turn around to him with wide eyes. I need to find him. "Stacey, oh, my god!" Stiles came running towards me, who soon wrapped his hands around my arms. "What's wrong? What is it? What's causing you to have a panic attack?"

"I- I don't... I-" I couldn't speak, my breathing was heavier, tears spilling down my cheeks. "M-make it st-stop,"

"Shh, shh come here." Stiles leads me down the hallway.

As we pass our classroom, we hear; "Ms. McCall! Mr. Stilinski!"

It was starting to get harder to breathe. I was closing in. Stiles leads me to the boy's locker room and sits me down against a locker.

"Remember what we did we were little? Breathing in and out... come on, Stace," Stiles pleaded. We used to get panic attacks when we were kids, and we always helped each other out. Stiles' eyes were frantically rapping around my face, I was still panicking.

Stiles then cupped his hand around my cheek and he pressed his lips roughly against mine. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, my chest rising. My arms wrap around the base of his neck and pulled us closer.

Stiles then slowly let go of the kiss, and I pressed my lips together, whatever Stiles did... the panic attack stopped.

"What... how..."

"Holding your breath also helps stop a panic attack. So when you kissed me, you held your breath..." Stiles explained roughly, I smiled at him.

I went to kiss him again but was stopped by someone.

"Guys, Deaton was taken." My eyes look past Stiles' shoulder, standing there was my brother with his phone in his hand.

I gulped. Stiles turned his head around and saw Scott standing there, too. I pressed my back against the locker, how are we suppose to find Deaton now?

✢

"You sure you're okay?" Stiles asked, his eyes searching for mine. I soon connect my eyes with him as we sit in his jeep, we were outside the clinic, Scott was already inside.

"Stiles, I said I was fine."

"I know, it's just you haven't had a panic attack like that since you found out your dad-"

"I thought we agreed to not speak of his name." I bite on my lower lip. I quickly connect our lips smoothly, and Stiles closed his eyes. I pulled back, and Stiles nodded, opening his eyes.

I smile at him and rubbed his cheek. "Okay, I love you and I trust you." That made me smile even more.

"Thank you. I love and trust you, too."

✢

Stiles and I had entered the clinic, we stand next to Scott who was sitting. The sheriff had put a hand on Scott, who jumped. "All right. We're gonna do everything we can. Right now, the best thing you can do is go back to school." Sheriff said looking down at Scott.

We all nodded and Sheriff left, turning around. Scott nodded over to the small closet room, where they kept the cat cages.

Stiles took my hand and Scott leads the way, Stiles dragged me slightly to the closet. Scott opened the door and Stiles and I enter, and Scott closes the door and turns to us.

"We have to tell him." Scott said. I frown.

"You mean, like, tell him, tell him?" Stiles asked. "Or tell him something else that isn't telling him what I think you want to tell him?"

"You know what I mean." Scott softly said.

"You remember how your mum reacted?" Stiles asked. I nodded. "She didn't look at you in the eye, for like, a week."

"And she got over it." Scott whispered.

"And it actually brought us closer," I add quietly.

"I don't know, guys. I mean, look at him." Stiles said. "Come on, he's completely overwhelmed as it is."

"He's overwhelmed because he has no clue what's happening." Scott backed up his point. "He's got people dying in his town, the town he's supposed to protect. And it's not his fault that he doesn't know what's happening. He gonna find out sooner or later."

"Okay, but is now really the right time?"

"What if not telling him gets someone else killed?" I asked Stiles.

Stiles looked down at me. "What if telling him gets him killed, huh?" Stiles snaps right back and my eyes widen. "I mean, okay, look, I get that Deaton's been like a father to both of you. I get that, okay? But this isn't... guys, this is my actual father. I can't..." Stiles looked down, and my face dropped. "I can't lose both parents, all right? Not both of them."

"You're right." I said, and Scott nodded.

Stiles sighed and dropped his shoulders. "No, I'm not. I'm not right." His voice was raspy, making it harder for me not to kiss him... I bet Scott can sense that I want to kiss Stiles badly. "I'll tell him."

"I'll help you." Scott offered.

"Yeah, I'll be there right by your side." I hold Stiles' hand, and he looked down at me. He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it softly, before dropping my hand into his.

Scott walked towards the door, but I stopped Stiles from walking out, by gripping on his hand. He turns around, with concerned eyes. I gave him a soft smile, and leaned forward, kissing his cheek briefly.

We exit with Scott out of the closet, and we stand there, watching a girl tall to the Sheriff. "Please, whatever you need, however, you can find my brother," Ms. Morrell.

Stiles and I looked at each other.

"Will you excuse us for a minute? Thank you." Sheriff walks out of the room and Ms. Morrell came walking over to us.

"Listen closely, the three of you. No sheriff, deputy, or detective is going to find him." Ms. Morrell said.

"You don't have to ask us for help." Scott told her.

"Actually, I'm trying to help you." I frown at Ms. Morrell, and I crossed my arms. "Because if you're going to find my brother, hen you need to use the two people who might actually have an ability to seek out the supernatural."

"Lydia and Stacey,"

I frown. Why me?