Scott was gone.

Melissa was gone.

This hospital was dead. We were loosing once again, trying to keep our heads afloat when claws were dragging us down.

"DEREK!"

"DEREK!" Stiles smacked the unconscious alpha multiple times, yelling at the top of his lungs to wake him.

"He's not waking up," Stiles sighed, dropping his fist and looking at me.

I lifted my eyes from my bare knees, they were dirty and had black marks across them. Sighing, I pulled my arms forward, looming over Derek.

"I can wake him up," I mumble.

"You sure? You don't have too?" He asked me rather awkwardly.

I nodded my head," it's okay. Not like we are getting back together after this."

I looks at Derek face for a moment, pursing my lips and shutting my eyes to get it over with. I just want to move on, move on until it's over and we are back to being a whole group. A pack.

The moment Derek sucks in a huge gust of air I pull away, his head shots up as I pull back.

"Hey," he mumbles, looking over my face.

"Hi," I answer, clearing my throat and pulling back until I'm sitting on my legs and he notices the expression son our faces.

"Where is she?" Derek asks, whipping his head around the flickering elevator.

"Jennifer? Gone with Scott's mom." Stiles answers, making me look down and purse my lips.

"She took her?" He asks.

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

"It's bad Derek's and you need to go," I go on.

"What about Cora?" He asks, Stiles and I looking at one another.

We had no fucking clue.

~~~~

Stiles and I stayed behind, Derek running off with only a longing stare at either of us before stomping down the hall in search of his family. The cops showed up soon after and asked is minimal questions, when we finished answering they still didn't let us leave so we waited.

Stiles and I hadn't said much, my head on his shoulder as we both looked down. It was clear neither of us wanted to speak about the last hours of our lives, we would have rather stayed in our own heads.

"Oh perfect," Stiles mumbled.

I looked up, my eyes catching the sight of a tall man in suit walking over to us. I had never seen him around town, yet he looked extremely familiar.

"What?" I softly asked Stiles.

His amber eyes held a certain spark in them, something I had never seen before in him. Whatever this guy did to Stiles must have been bad, therefore I already didn't like him.

"A Stilinski at the center of this whole mess. What a shocker." The man immediately said, his eyes portraying a sense of annoyance when they looked at my partner in crime.

I couldn't help my mouth in the moment, "maybe because his father is usually the one cleaning them up smartass."

He looks at me for the first time," and who might you be."

"Someone that's gonna need a lawyer present if you want to start asking questions dude. I'll give you this one for free, I'm Imelda Drake," I answered.

"I just want to ask you both a few questions off the record. We don't need any lawyers involved," he says to me.

"That sounds like what you tell an innocent man right before you nail him in the ass with murder, but I'm curious, proceed," I answered, leaning back in my seat and watching Stiles. It was clear there was something up here.

"Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?" He questions Stiles.

"If you ask the questions without the usual level of stupid." Stiles immediately shoots back.

A giggle escapes my lips and I look at the FBI Agent with mischief, "ooh burn dude."

He gives me a pointed look of announce, "Where's your dad, and why's no one been able to contact him?"

My eyes shoot to Stiles, he wasn't going to need my help for this one. Stiles always had something convincing, "I don't know. I haven't seen him in hours."

"Is he drinking again?" The guy questions rather harshly.

I raise a brow at him, who the fuck did this dude think he was making accusations like that.

"What do you mean, again? He never had to stop." Stiles answers coldly, this was clearly something he was not liking and for good reason.

"But he did have to slow down. Is he drinking like he used to?" Officer Asshole throws the words out.

"That's a dick move you... dick," I mumble coldly, glaring.

"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."" Stiles says right after me, looking ready to hit the guy. I'll admit though, if I weren't ready to hold him back from going Rocky then I would be laughing my ass off. Apparently this guy brought out the mean girl in Stiles. I was kind of loving it.

"How about you just tell me what the hell happened here?" The agent finally sighs in reluctance. Clearly he know understood he was not getting anywhere with us. Took him long enough.

Stiles looked like he was one moment away from flipping the dick off so I sighed and looked at him seriously, "We don't know what happened here. We have been stuck in the elevators this whole time."

"You're not the ones who put the name on the doors, are you?" He questions us.

"Excuse me?" I blink rapidly, trying to put the pieces in my head.

Stiles head shoots up, finally interested in this mans words, "What name?"

~~~~

Even though we both felt exhausted and destroyed by our losses Stiles and I drove straight towards the Argents apartment complex. The jeep ride was entirely too quiet, something that was new for either of us. I kept thinking about Scott and how I should have been the one to leave with Deucalion, I should have been the one to put my life on the life. Scott was too pure to be corrupted, I on the hand had already been swallowed by the darkness and had no problem entering it once again.

"The word is guardian, Allison." Chris spoke as we all walked into his study. "More than anyone, you know that's a role i haven't exactly lived up to lately."

"But she took Scott's mother and Stiles' father." Allison countered her fathers words. "That's not a coincidence."

"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 reminded him.

I snorted, "kind of? Jennifer might as well of drawn you being caught for us."

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

My eyebrows lifted, "Oh right. The women definitely know's something,"

"Well, she needs to get on that a lot faster, okay?" Stiles answers Allisons question. "Seeing as how the lunar eclipse is less than two freaking nights away."

Stiles fell back into one of the chairs, his face dropping. I knew he was slowly loosing the fight, hope was diminishing rapidly in front of us.

Chris caught on like I did, "Stiles, don't give up hope."

"Yeah dude," I put my hand on his shoulder, "we are going to find them. No matter what we are."

Stiles looked at me, the light in his eyes dimming as he spoke, "They could already be dead."

"I don't think so." Chris immediately spoke up. "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 reminded him.

"Then let's not wait around to see the next move." Chris speaks, clearing his entire desk. "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? Stiles, if we're gonna find them, we need your help."

"You seriously want to go after her?" I questioned, looking at him curiously.

"Shes right. I mean, what if she just takes you like the others, huh? No offense, but what's the difference between you and them?" Stiles comments.

"I'm carrying a .45." Chris says, pullinf it out and showing us the gun. "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. 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 all of you."

"Well then," I eyed the gun," one hell of a speech there Argent. I'm in."

"Where do we start?" Stiles nods along, all of us moving around the desk and the papers he pulls out.

"The place where the sacrifices have been committed have usually been different from where the bodies have been found." Chris speaks, moving around the LED light Allison had in her hand the one time I had come over and we had done this very same thing. It shown all the different spots he had masked. "I think the placement has to do with the strength of the current, so there's the school, the animal clinic, the bank."

"Wait a sec, she wouldn't use the same place twice, would she?" Stiles asks, looking at him.

"Only if she didn't succeed the first time." Chris states.

"Scott's boss." I answer.

"Deaton." He illuminates the light above the bank vault. "It was her only failure. That could mean something."

"That's just one place so far. We're gonna need a lot more help." Stiles shakes his head.

"What about Lydia?" Allison says both of our best friends name.

"Of course." I breathe out, nodding my head. It was logical.

"Lydia?" Chris says confused. "What can she do?"

"Lydia's got sort of a talent. She somehow ended up finding a couple of the bodies" I answered.

"Yeah, without actually looking for them." Stiles finishes

"What is she? Psychic?" Chris says astonished.

"Not exactly," I comment.

"She's something." Stiles states.

Stiles drops me off after catching my head drooping multiple times. I am so tired and sleep deprived you could give me a rock and decent sized piece of wood as a blanket and I would jump for joy.

"You going to be okay?" I question him, sitting in my driveway.

He nods his head," Yeah. I will see you tomorrow in the morning."

I cant let him go home alone, it would be cruel. No one is there for him, just like no one is here for me. Isaac will probably spend the night with the Argents planning.

"Stiles," I say after a pause.

"I'll be okay," he simply states.

"Get out of the car or I'll rip your battery out. Come on." I mumble, reaching over to yank the keys out of his ignition.

He accepts after a moment, nodding at me," Thanks."

~~~~

Stiles drops me off at Lydias the next morning. He asks me to wait to let her know whats going on while he goes to change. I nod, simply wanting to check in on her. Seeing as how my car was still at Dereks loft I was going to need a ride there soon.

I pull down on the dark orange sweater I had, it hung around me loosely and cut off higher then normal, the black skinny jeans covering the rest of me, and then since my feet were still in pain from last nights running I chose a pair of brown boots.

"How is she?" I ask, Lydia's mother walking up the steps with me. After 5 minutes of her fussing over me and double checking I had no marks on my neck.

"They gave her medicine for the pain but I think its more of a shock thing," She answers me. "How about you?"

"I am handling it well. Its not everyday that you get strangled," I answer her.

"You shouldn't have left last night. Where did you go?" She gently scolds me.

I purse my lips, "home. It got too much for me."

"Well, I'm sure both of you have been anxious to see one another," She nods, opening the door.

"Lydia," I breathe and immediately wrap my best friend in my arms. Our arms tighten around one another.

"What happened?" She questions into my hair so her mother won't hear.

"Later," I answer.

Her mom nods her head at either of us, "I'll let you two get ready."

She shuts the door behind her, and I guide Lydia to her makeup vanity.

"First things first, let me fix that." I say, pulling her hair away to display the ugly bruise.

"Wait!" She halts me.

I pull back, "What?"

"Its just... Someone tried to strangle me... And I survived.I don't need to hide that," She says with pride.

Her words amaze me, the proud little smirk on her mouth making a grin form on my lips. This was the girl who 2 years ago would have thrown a fit over a simple pimple, but, she was right. Lydia Martin was a survivor, and nothing was better then that.

I nodded my head, "you're right. You're a fucking survivor, the girl who beat the odds and lived."

"We both are."

~~~~

"I don't believe it. Scott can't really be with them. He can't be." Lydia said in shock after Stiles and I had filled her in on what had happened last night.

"You didn't see the look on his face, though. It was..." Stiles speaks to her, my head ducking when I remembered that very look on his face. I wanted nothing more then to go back and figured it out before Jennifer had taken Melissa.

"Then what can I do? 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..." Lydia drifts off at the end.

"Because of what? Hey, Lydia, what?" Stiles asks as I look at her.

"Don't you remember Imelda? When she called me a banshee, she was surprised by it. What if that's not why she tried to kill me?" Lydia's looking at me as I decipher whats going through her mind.

"Then why did she?" Stiles asks.

"That's what we need to find out." I mumble, getting up and reaching for my schoolbag.

~~~~

All 3 of us ran down the halls, Lydia looking down at her phone as well as Stiles. I briefly glanced at the blank screen of my phone, hoping that Scott would text me.

Stiles suddenly faltered in his steps, my head shooting up to meet his panicked expression.

"What is it" Lydia and I both say in the same moment.

He gulps, "It's from Isaac. Jennifer, she t... she has Allison's father. She took him. She's got all three now."

"There's still time." Lydia reassures him. He is far away thought, heart rate accelerating.

"We still have time, right?" Lydia asks me while I grab Stiles forearm.

"Stiles?" I mumble, "Are you okay? What is it? What's wrong?"

Lydia grabs his other arm, both of us holding him in place as she speaks to him, "Stiles."

"I think I'm having a panic attack." He answers us, already barely breathing.

I look at Lydia who is already heading down the hallway, towards the locker room. She's tugging Stiles along with her while I follow in panic.

"Shit," I say to myself.

Once we get inside the room Stiles throws his backpack down and holds his head between his hands. He is barely breathing while Lydia lowers herself to sitting in front of him.

"Oh god," I mumble, pacing. "What are we suppose to do?"

"Just try and think about something else, anything else." Lydia says to him. 

"Like what?" Stiles questions her, huffing breathlessly.

"Uh, happy things. Good things. Uh, friends, family." Lydia throws out options.

I roll my eyes and stop my pacing," that is not helping."

"Oh, I mean... not family." Lydia stops herself, " Imelda help him!"

"I can't! If he was stabbed or cut then maybe!" I answer.

"Oh, God." Stiles panics even more.

"Okay, uh, just... Try and slow your breathing." Lydia tries to speak to him.

"I can't. I can't." Stiles shakes his head.

"Shh, shh. Stiles, look at me."Lydia coos, forcing him to meet her eyes.

"I wish I could kiss this pain away Stiles," I shake my head feeling useless.

"Shh, look at me. Shh, Stiles." Lydia grabs his face.

I stop my pacing, catching my breath when Lydia pulls their lips together. Its soft and promising, something that even halts my own breathing. Stiles heart skips a beat and eyes widen as Lydia's shut closed. Her own heart spikes for a moment, I choose to keep my mouth shut for the moment and let them relish in it. Its magical and I almost run out of the room cause it seems like such a private moment between the two of them. I have no clue what it means or what it could lead too but I love it, they are good for one another and hopefully soon they realize it.

"Ooh. How'd you do that?" Stiles asks when they pull apart slowly.

"I, uh... I read once that... Holding your breath could stop a panic attack. So when I kissed you... You held your breath." She answers him, completely confused with her own feelings and thoughts.

"I did?" Stiles acts clueless like he hadn't been in love with her.

"Yeah. You did." Lydia purses her lips.

"Thanks. Really smart." He laughs out loud.

I bite my lips, realizing that now was the best time to announce my appearance it them. I grunted lowly, both of them suddenly realizing that indeed they weren't alone. Biting back a smile Lydia immediately starts talking awkwardly.

"I just... I don't know. I just read it somewhere. And if I was really smart, I would tell you to sign up for a few sessions with a guidance counselor. Morrell." Lydia says, tapping his leg gently.

"Morrell?" Stiles head shoots up, looking at both of us.

I narrow my eyes, realizing there's something there.

~~~~

YES! ANOTHER UPDATE! I SUCCESSFULLY DID EVERYTHING I WANTED THIS WEEKEND! POINTS FOR ME FOR BEING PRODUCTIVE!

Okay! We are nearing the end guys!

Sneak peek of 3b-

"Lydia and Imelda will you both stop enjoying this so much?"

"Stiles, this so the first time either of us aren't having crazy dreams okay. I think skipping down the hallways is in order for us. Isn't that right Lydia."

"Damn right."

"Scott get your girlfriend please."

-Ash.