The blood on the floor is what got Stiles worried.

The pack rushed off to the Sheriff's station after the kanima venom finally wore off. Stiles wasn't entirely sure what to expect - maybe Tracy dead on the floor; maybe Malia trying to save Tracy; maybe the fight is still going on. But seeing a bloody tail on the floor and a stream of blood leading to Stiles' first love was not what he expected.

When he saw Lydia, Stiles' heart stopped and it felt as if the entire world stopped spinning. There was a large gash in her side, and Kira and Mrs. Martin were down by her. Blood oozed from the wound, and, by the looks of it, Lydia was in pain. Jackson appeared behind him, staring at his ex-girlfriend. He looked over at Stiles. "You think she's gonna be okay?"

Stiles didn't answer. The words went in one ear and out the other. All he could do was stare at Lydia. He didn't go over to her and hold her hand, he didn't try to help. He was just shocked that he stood there, the voices around him seeming distant.

Theo pushed past Stiles, taking off his belt and using it as a tourniquet. "Stiles," Scott said, and Stiles turned his head slightly, facing his friend. "C'mon."

But Stiles didn't listen. He just continued to stare down at Lydia, and, through all the pain, she smiled at him. It was weak and tears brewed in her eyes, but Stiles still wholeheartedly appreciated the look she was giving him. "I'm okay."

"Stiles," Scott calls out again.

"Go," Lydia says, looking at Stiles. "I'll be okay."

Stiles, still in shock, nodded slowly, backing away from a bloody Lydia. His brown eyes drifted to the severed lizard tail on the floor, bloody and disgusting. Grimacing slightly, he followed Scott downstairs. And as he descended the steps, he could hear things he shouldn't be able to hear. The small whimpers of pain from Lydia, Mrs. Martin whispering that everything was going to be okay, his father's soft breathing, and the sounds of sobs coming from down below. He shook his head, attempting to get the noises out of his head. But he could still hear them - Isaac and Kira's conversation now blasted in his head. He put his hands up over his ears, but he could still hear their voices.

"She didn't hurt any one else, right?" Isaac asked.

Stiles could hear Kira shrug. "Not that I know of. Malia went down after her, but she's probably okay."

Scott looked at Stiles as they came to the bottom step, an eyebrow raised. "You okay?"

Stiles nods, and Deaton and Sheriff Stilinski come down as well. Stiles looks over and sees Malia rise from the ground, tears staining her cheeks. Tracy lay on the floor, thick, silver liquid dripping out of her mouth and in a puddle around her. Her face was still scaly and her claws were sticking out. The strong, overwhelming scent of blood hit Stiles hard. He almost staggered back, the stench was so disgusting and strong. He's dealt with blood - this is Beacon Hills - but the smell has never smelt that strong and that terrible. It must be a kanima thing, Stiles thinks and walks over to Tracy, Scott in front of him with Stilinski and Deaton close behind.

"It wasn't me, I-I promise," Malia says, rushing over. She was jumpy, and tears were in her eyes. Her face was red, and Stiles thought that she may have been the cries he was hearing. Stiles puts a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down," he starts, but Malia cuts him off.

"There were these men - in masks - and-and they killed her. They were strong, Stiles," Malia stutters. Stiles looked over at Scott, and knew they were thinking the same thing. Part of Stiles believed her, but Malia did suggest giving Tracy a shot to kill her. Damn it, Stiles! he thinks, wanting to mentally slap herself. This is Malia. She wouldn't really kill her. Plus, if she did, there would be claw marks.

Stilinski begins talking, but, all of the sudden, he can't focus on his father's voice. His voice was low, and a bunch of other voices and sounds filled his mind. He heard Isaac and Jackson, Lydia telling her mother that she was going to be okay, Mrs. Martin worrying, Kira talking to one of the deputies, Malia telling Scott about the men in the masks. All their voices were mangled together, he could only make it out who was saying what, not the actual words they were speaking. It became overwhelming, like every small little noise in the building entered his brain, and his hands shot up to his head again. No saw Stiles clutching his ears and trying to force the voices out until it became too much and collapsed to the floor.

***

The first thing Stiles saw was a bright light, and for a moment, he thought he was dead. But he was reassured when he saw Scott and Isaac in the corner of the room, and Stilinski hovering over him. "What happened?" Stilinski asked, reaching out a hand and pulling Stiles up.

Scott walked over to him. "Yeah, are you okay? What was that all about?"

Stiles leaned against the wall. "I'm fine. Really."

"Damn it," Isaac whispers loudly.

Stiles makes a point of rolling his eyes. "Heard that."

"Meant to."

Scott rolls his eyes at Isaac and Stiles' behavior. "Seriously, Stiles, what the hell was that? You haven't done something like that since the Nogistune was in you."

Stiles shakes his head. "It's fine. I promise. No dark spirit is possessing me this time. At least I still partially have my sanity."

Isaac raises his eyebrows. "You sure about that?"

Instead of coming up with a witty, sarcastic remark, Stiles just shot a quick glare in Isaac's direction, then looked up at his dad and Scott. "Okay, what do we do with Tracy's body? We can't just leave her here."

Stilinski nodded. "Obviosuly, that's why I'm calling in some reinforcements."

Isaac's head snapped up to Stilinski, his eyebrows creased. "Are saying you're going to call the police?"

Stilinski glanced at the boys, all who had a worried look etched onto their face. "Sometimes there's a line you need to draw -"

"Dad, you've been stepping over that line ever since Scott became a werewolf, even more now that you know about the supernatural world," Stiles said. "Why draw the line now?"

Stilinski looked over at Scott and Isaac, possibly expecting one of them to agree with him. But, Scott chimed in, "I agree with Stiles. We can't leave these kinds of things to police."

"He's right," Isaac adds in.

Stiles, still a little dizzy from fainting, stared at his father, urging him to agree with him and his friends. "You've already been so close to being kicked out of this position, how -"

"Stiles!" Stilinski yelled, finally snapping. "There is a dead girl on the floor, and you just want me to leave it up to you teenagers!"

Stiles sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Please, Dad."

Stilinski, once again, looked at the other two boys. Scott gave him a subtle nod, but his leadership was layered in it nonetheless. Isaac simply raised his eyebrows as he leaned against the wall. His blue eyes sparkled mysteriously, but Stiles knew what the look in his eyes meant.

It meant that he agreed with Stiles, and would not be too thrilled if Stilinski risked releasing the secret of the supernatural world.

He finally looked back to Stiles, who was looking around the room frantically. He heard the voices again. But, this time he recognized them loud and clear, coming from upstairs. The two voices were unmistakably Kira and Malia. He could hear their vocies, he could hear the worry in Kira's voice and the regret in Malia's, but he could not make out the words they were saying.

He almost missed when his dad mumbled, "Fine, fine. Just help me move the body, we'll have Deaton put her body in the animal clinic or something." He looked towards his son. "Stiles, you should go home and get some rest. You were knocked out pretty hard there."

"You believe me, right?" Malia said.

Stop, Stiles thought to himself. He didn't know why he was hearing their voices, but he knew he had to get them out.

"Yeah, of course. And they do too, trust me on this," Kira replied.

"Stiles? Are you okay?" Scott asked. Stiles glanced up, realizing he had been staring at the ground, wringing his hands. Scott could probably smell the anxiety all over him.

Stiles shrugged. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he said. "And, um, yeah, Dad, I think I'll go home and get some rest.'"

He glanced back down at Tracy with a sad look in his eyes. It was only then did he remember about Lydia. Lydia! Stiles couldn't bear the thought that she was severely injured. Even if he was convinced he was a little bit out of his mind, at the moment, he knew he had to be there for Lydia. Especially since she was a little out of her mind, too.

He stopped mid in his tracks. "Nevermind, I think I'm going to stay here. Were you guys," he motioned to Scott and Isaac, "going to go visit Lydia in the hospital."

Isaac nodded. "Probably as soon as the let us. Can't leave anyone in the pack behind."

Stiles nodded, a little bit surprised that Isaac had something that was actually meaningful. He jutted his head towards Tracy's body. "You guys get the body ready, I'll go grab Deaton," Stiles said.

But it was only when Stiles was walking up the stairs when he noticed the hands he was clutching and digging his fingernails into were covered in a thin layer of spiderweb.

***

Hey guys!

Sorry I haven't updated in so long! I wanted to wait until season 5 was over so I could just know how to intertwine Spiderman with the actual plot, then I got caught up in schoolwork, etc etc etc, but now I'm back!

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! There's much more to come.

- Holli