▸ One Call Away - Charlie Puth

"I don't know what to tell you." Claudia stuttered. Lydia and I went to the Stilinski's house. The Stilinski's were sitting on their couch while Lydia and I took a chair. "I haven't' seen that Jeep in almost eighteen years."

"It's your name." Lydia said.

"But it was stolen." Claudia rebutted.

"Then how did it end up at the high school?" Lydia asked.

"Beats the hell out of me." Sherriff Stilinski shrugged. "I mean, that thing was a junker back in the day."

"God only knows who'd want it now." Claudia added.

"Stiles does." I muttered to myself, crossing my arms. Tears were starting to spring in my eyes. "Maybe somebody dumped it there? Is there any way to trace the history of the Jeep after it was stolen?"

"No." Sheriff Stilinski shook his head.

"Maybe there's fingerprints in it." I hoped, my voice breaking.

"Nevah, is this about Stiles?" Sherriff Stilinski questioned. Lydia looked at me with a frown, noticing my watery eyes. I closed my eyes, trying to hold in my tears.

"Honey, don't you think you've taken this far enough?" Claudia handed me the paper that held the car information. I stared at her. "I don't really know what's going on with you lately, same with Lydia," she looked towards Lydia. Lydia gaped in response. "But maybe it's a good time to talk to both of your moms."

"My mom's dead." I faintly said, glaring at her. A tear streamed down my cheek.

"I-that wasn't what I meant. I'm sorry. I meant to say Sally." Claudia stammered.

"I-it's okay. You're right." I nodded with a shaky voice. I blinked to keep the tears at bay.

"You okay?" Sherriff Stilinski questioned, wringing his hands.

"Yeah, I-uh, can you give me a minute?" I pursed my lips together.

"Of course. Take your time." Claudia softly said. Lydia looked at me with concern as I stood up.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Lydia whispered to me. I shook my head, walking past her. Going into the hallway, I collapsed onto the ground. Pulling my knees closer to my body, I leaned against the wall where Lydia peeled the wallpaper. I covered my mouth with my hand to keep down the sobs. Tears strolled down my cheeks.

He has to be real. Stiles has to be.

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"Why are we driving back to the school?" I numbly asked Lydia. Running a shaky hand through my hair, I looked out the window.

"Scott called. The guy with the tow truck came back for the Jeep." Lydia answered, turning into the parking lot.

"What?" I snapped my head towards her. "But we paid him off."

"Apparently he doesn't care." Lydia put the car into park. Looking ahead, I saw Scott arguing with Mr. Tow Truck. I scrambled out of the car, jogging towards them.

"We already paid you. I gave you all of my money for that drop fee." Scott told Mr. Tow Truck. He glanced at me, concern flashing over his face as he took in my state.

"Yeah, and I dropped it, all right? Now I'm picking it up again." Mr. Tow Truck guy replied back.

"Look, I am not in a good mood right now. Can't you just leave it?" I sighed.

"How much? I'll write you a check." Lydia stepped next to me.

"It's not about how much. They want it out of here, okay? It's not up to me." Scott stepped in front of him, glaring up at him. "Don't make me move you, kid, okay? I'm hookin' this thing up and I am towing it away."

"Well, I'm not moving." I stubbornly stepped in front of the Jeep next to Scott and crossed my arms. Scott clenched his fists, the sound of bones cracking filled my ears.

"Look-" Mr. Tow Truck trailed off at the sounds of metal squeaking. Turing around, we saw Malia holding up a rope with the hook at the end of it. She ripped it apart and handed the hook to the man.

"Your truck's broke." Malia told him, giving him a sheepish smile afterwards.

"Fine, I'll let you guys off for today. But I'm coming back." Mr. Tow Truck glared at all of us, reluctantly heading towards his truck.

"I'm sure you are." I rolled my eyes at him. Mr. Tow Truck scoffed and climbed into his truck. The truck rumbled as the headlights flashed on. I sighed in relief as the he drove away. "Thanks for helping us out, Malia."

"No problem." Malia nodded, walking towards us. "So what do we do now?"

"I-ugh, don't know." I shamefacedly smiled. Malia sighed.

"We can wait it out. Make sure he doesn't come back with reinforcements." Lydia offered.

"Okay." Scott nodded. "Sounds like a plan to me."

"So we wait in the Jeep? Or?" Malia looked at all of us.

"I guess so. It's the only plan we can think of at the moment." I shrugged.

"I'll wait out here. It's too crowded in there." Malia nodded.

"You sure?" Scott asked.

"Yeah. You guys go ahead and go in. Maybe you guys can find something else." Malia spoke.

"If you're sure..." I trailed off.

"I'm sure."

I looked at Scott and Lydia. They shrugged in response. Wetting my lips, I started to walked towards the Jeep. I opened the driver's door. Lydia climbed in first, pushing the driver's seat forward. She went into the back seat and pulled the drivers' back up. I sent her a smile as I got in.

"So..." Scott closed the door to the passenger's side. He turned to face me. "You okay?"

"I've been better." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Turns out the Jeep is Claudia's but it got stolen eighteen years ago."

"Okay, so that's good news. It belonged to Claudia." Scott beamed.

"Sort of, I guess." I mumbled. "They still don't believe me. They don't think that Stiles' real."

"But we do." Lydia placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed.

"I'm starting to think maybe everyone's right." I sighed, staring out the window. "But something in me keeps telling me that Stiles' is real. And there's signs that he is." I turned to face them again. "But why are the Stilinski's not believing it? It's their son."

"I don't know." Scott frowned. "But we will find out a way to prove it to them, okay? We're not giving up."

My lips slightly twitched into a smile. A loud scream like roar echoed throughout the town. I scrambled for the door and opened it. Jumping out, I ran towards Malia, Scott and Lydia in tow. Malia stared off in the direction of the scream.

"Did you hear that?" Malia asked us. .

"I think all of Beacon Hills heard that." Lydia responded.

"Who is it?" Scott turned to face the werecoyote.

"I'm not sure, but I think I recognized it." Malia said.

"You do?" I blinked. She nodded.

"Go!" Lydia demanded. Scott and Malia started to run off. I hesitated, looking at Lydia.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" I asked Lydia.

"No, I'll be fine. Go with them." Lydia nodded.

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The three of us split up once we go into the woods. We decided we would cover more ground that way. I sighed as I finished looking in my area of the woods. Pursing my lips, I jogged back to the meeting place. Up ahead, I saw Malia and Scott jog to each other.

"Any luck?" Scott panted out as I met up with them

"No." Malia shook her head.

"Nothing." I sighed.

"He hasn't roared again. I've got a scent but..." Malia trailed off.

"There's something wrong with it." Scott finished.

"Like what?" I asked.

"It smells like whoever it is, is burning." Malia said. A faint roar erupted from up ahead. We all looked at each other before running in that direction. Slowing down, we cautiously started to walk the closer we got to the area. Walking up a small hill, I saw smoke. Scott warily got closer, Malia and I right behind him. I gasped as I saw the burnt body.

"Oh my gods." I muttered, looking him over to see if he was breathing. His eyes were closed, showing no sign of breathing. Scott held out an arm in front of us.

"I hear a heartbeat." Malia softly told us.

"Who is it?" Scott asked, eyeing the burning body.

"I don't know, but I know the scent. Even through the barbecue." Malia started to walk towards the body. Scott and I followed after her.

"How do you think he got here?" Scott questioned as Malia kneeled down next to the person. "There's no tracks. No fire."

Suddenly, the guy's eyes opened. I jumped back in surprise. He tried to speak but nothing came out.

"Oh, my God. Peter?" Malia gasped. 'Peter' painfully nodded. I walked closer to Malia.

"Who's Peter?" Scott kneeled on the other side of Peter.

"Peter Hale." Malia informed us. Peter nodded again. Malia looked up at us. "My dad."

"Your dad? Like your real dad?" I gaped. Malia nodded.

"Peter. He bit me." Scott stuttered out. "How could I forget him?"

"How did I forget him?" Malia whispered, looking down at her dad.

"Well, I couldn't have forgotten him because I never knew him." I sheepishly shrugged, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Not really helping, Nevah." Malia looked up at me.

"Sorry." I winced out. She drifted her gaze back down to her father. He started to nod his chin in the direction of his hand, wheezes escaping his lips. His fisted hand twitched.

"He has something." Malia stated.

Peter's wheezes started to get louder. I looked at Scott with worry. Scott immediately grabbed Peter's hand. Black veins started to go up his hands. Malia saw what her Alpha was doing and copied his motion. Slowly, Peter's painful wheezes calmed down. Peter's hand loosened, revealing something underneath it in the ground.

"What is it?" Scott asked. Malia grabbed the item, holing up a set of keys.

"Keys." I breathed out. Malia's eyes softened and she turned to face me. She gave me a soft smile and dropped them into my hand. A small cry left my lips as memories flooded through my mind. "Stiles."

"I'll go take Peter to the hospital. You two go on ahead and go back to Lydia. Maybe the keys will help." Malia told us.

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I bit my lip as I looked at Lydia. Scott, Lydia, and I were in Stiles' Jeep. Lydia held up the keys, staring at it in the back seat. She looked up at me. Pressing her lips together, she handed them to me.

"Place it in the ignition." She told me. I nodded, licking my lips anxiously. Tightly gripping the keys, I grabbed the car key and placed it into the ignition. Taking a deep breath, I turned it. The Jeep sputtered.

"Are you serious?" I groaned out. Rolling my eyes, I turned the ignition again. This time, I pressed the gas pedal. More spluttering.

"Don't flood it." Scott warned. I stopped and faced him.

"Do you even know what that means?" Lydia asked. Scott paused.

"Not really." He honestly said. Sucking in my bottom lip in between my teeth, I turned the key again. The Jump rumbled to life as the headlights automatically turned on. I breathed out a laugh.

"It turned on." I beamed at my friends. They smiled back. "What now?"

"Good question." Lydia frowned. We looked around the Jeep to see if we can find anything we missed. A loud beeping like noise filled the car. The Police scanner lit up. Scott looked at us before he turned the dial with a red spot on it.

"Wait." Lydia held out her hand. Scott stopped. "Wait, wait, wait, wait."

"Hello?" A very familiar voice spoke through the scanner. My heart swelled. "Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?"

I grabbed the walkie-talkie that was clipped to the side of the scanner. Brining it close to my mouth, I pressed the button.

"S-Stiles?" I breathed out.

"Stiles, is that you?" Lydia leaned forward.

"Stiles, are you there?" Scott copied her, leaning closer to the walkie-talkie.

"Scott? Nevah? Lydia? Is that you?" Stiles' voice flooded the car. Tears started to spring in my eyes.

"It's us." Lydia confirmed.

"Oh, my gods. Stiles." I gasped out, a grin spreading across my face.

"We can hear you." Scott said.

"Oh, my God, you know me? You remember me?" Stiles asked.

"Stiles, is this-is this you? Is this actually you?" I stuttered out, my heart aching.

"Yeah. Listen to me do you remember the last thing I said to you?" Stiles questioned me. Lydia and Scott looked at me.

"You said..." I choked out, my lower lip trembling. "You said 'remember I love you.' Stiles- oh my gods. I've missed you so much. I love you."

"I love you too, Nev." Stiles replied back. I laughed out a sob, covering my mouth. Tears were streaming down my face by now. Lydia squeeze my shoulder, sending me a smile.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked, eyeing me.

"Where are you?" Lydia inquired.

"We're comin' to get you." Scott added.

"No, no, no. You can't. You won't be able to find me." Stiles denied.

"Stiles, what-what are you talking about?" Scott clutched the walkie-talkie in his hands.

"Stiles-" I started.

"No, Nev." Stiles paused. "Look, I don't have that much time."

"Just tell us where you are, and we'll, we'll come and-" Scott tried to talk.

"Right, just remember this. Canaan, okay? You have to find Canaan. Just find Canaan." Stiles rushed out.

"Wait, Stiles-" I yelled into the walkie-talkie. Static came out of the other end. "Stiles? No, no, no. Stiles!"

"Stiles! Stiles!"

STILES WAS BRIEFLY IN THIS YAY

SPAM CUZ I KNOW YOU WANNA

and I am planning on updating again tomorrow. I want to finish part a by the end of Spring Break

much love,

Lux xx