▸ If I Could Fly - One Direction

After tending my wounds, Scott and I went back to his house. We were quiet the whole ride home. Scott stopped his motorbike, turning it off. I took off my helmet and got off. I handed it to Scott and started to walk towards the front of the house when I saw someone standing there.

"Sherriff?" I crinkled my eyebrows and walked towards him. "Everything okay?"

"You guys were right." Sherriff Stilinski said, clutching onto a maroon colored fabric. "I remembered Stiles. I remember my son."

"You do." I beamed.

"Lydia came over after I told her about the closed off room." Sheriff Stilinski licked his lips. "It turned out to be Stiles'. She was able to see it right away. It took me a while. I kept denying it, no matter how much proof you guys told me."

"Hey," I placed a hand on his shoulder. "You believe it now. You know Stiles is real. That he's your son. That is all that matters."

"His jersey is what made me remember." Sherriff Stilinski held up the maroon fabric. He held it in front of me. I looked at it, my heart swelling. "Take it. Stiles would want you to have it."

"Before he claims it back as his own." I chuckled, taking the jersey. Tears welled up in my eyes as I ran my finger over the number twenty-four. "Gods, I miss him."

"You know what this means, right?" Sherriff Stilinski smirked.

"Uh, I can finally steal is flannels without him telling me no?" I guessed.

"I-well, yeah, I guess so, huh?" Sherriff Stilinski laughed. "But I meant to say, that you can go back to calling me Noah."

"But that still feels weird." I whined. "It took me three months to finally even say your name."

"Exactly. That's why you practice it, until we get Stiles back." Sherriff Stilinski placed a hand on my shoulder. "You can drop by tomorrow morning if you like."

"To steal his flannel? Yes please!" I grinned.

"I meant to see his room."

"Oh, well that too."

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After making Scott stop at Sherriff Stilinski's house to steal one of Stiles' flannels, we went straight to the police station to meet up with Lydia, Malia, Liam, and Peter. Beacon Hills' population was speedily decreasing and we need to come up with a plan. We were currently in front of the Sherriff's office discussing Scott's plan to save Stiles.

"You're going to bite Stiles?" Lydia said in disbelief.

"I'm not too keen on it either." I mumbled, fiddling with the cuff of Stiles' flannel.

"To get him through the rift." Scott sighed. "It's the only way."

"Just to clarify," Peter started pacing around, "are you planning on biting everyone in the train station?"

"With Stiles back, he'll be able to help us figure out a plan." Scott explained, his hands on top of a Deputy's desk.

"He's good at that." Malia stated. I nodded along, leaning against the wall.

"So the plan is to get Stiles to come up with a plan." Peter said.

"You can shut up now." Malia told her dad.

"Malia, look around. We're the only ones left in Beacon Hills. If they take us, Lydia," Peter went on. Lydia rolled her eyes. "Will be the only one left to haunt the place."

"That's why I'm the only person that's going in. Liam and Hayden will stay here with Mason. As long as somebody is left in Beacon Hills, the Wild Hunt can't move on." Scott explained her plan.

"I like your plan, Scott. I really do, especially the part about turning Stiles." Peter stopped pacing and faced us. "But it can't work.

"How do you know?" Malia questioned.

"Logic. Life experience." Peter started.

"Well you must have had some pretty negative life experiences, and that's coming from me." I pushed myself off of the wall.

"Liam, what are the odds that he'll get taken?" Peter continued. "What if Stiles isn't there? What if there's no Beacon Hills for you to come back to?"

"You got a better idea?" Liam asked.

"Yeah." Peter answered.

"Okay, let's hear it buddy." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"It's called, 'run like hell.' So, leave in five?"

"You promised you'd help us." Malia walked up to her dad. "We still need to find the rift."

"I didn't promise I'd help you commit suicide." He told her.

"If you can't help, we can find it ourselves." Scott stated.

"Scott, I admit that you have a flair for beating the odds. But, this? You don't walk away from." Peter opened the front door and started heading out. "You run."

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"When you were here before, how long until the Ghost Riders showed up?" Scott asked Malia. The four of us were walking through the Preserve to retrace Malia's and Peter's steps from last night. They had found the rift to cross over to the other side. To where Stiles was.

"A couple minutes." Malia answered.

"That's reassuring." Lydia muttered next to me.

"What's a rift supposed to look like?" Malia questioned.

"Good question. Lydia?" I turned to face the Banshee.

"If it's a tear in the fabric of our world. Theoretically it could look like anything from a microscopic black hole to a free-floating Einstein-Rosen bridge." Lydia explained. We stopped in our tracks, looking around the clearing that Malia said the rift was.

"I really hope it's not up there." Lydia looked up at the sky. I copied her, seeing a cloudless blue sky.

"I hope so too. 'Cuz as much as I love Stiles, the sky and I aren't that good of friends." I looked back to the ground, searching the woods around us. "I may have mentioned how much Zeus hates me, right?"

"It rings a bell." Malia nodded.

"Let's split up." Scott offered. We did just that, taking different parts of the clearing. A few seconds looking around, Scott called out to us. "Hey, look at this."

Scott started walking towards an area that was hidden behind tall weeds. Following him, I saw a sewer tunnel of sorts. As I got closer to it, I noticed how rusty it was and that the bars in the middle were bent apart. Scott kneeled in front of it, picking up a dead leaf.

"The rift's not above us." Lydia realized.

"It's below." Scott finished.

"To the tunnels we go."

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I climbed down the ladder, Malia right above me. Jumping off, I walked towards Lydia and Scott. It was dark down here, making it hard to see. Malia jumped down. Lydia and Scott turned on their flashlight light app on their phones.

"I can't see a thing." Lydia muttered, holding her phone up.

"It's got to be down here somewhere." Scott walked forward. The three of us quickly followed after him, Malia turning on her flashlight app.

"Have I mentioned how much I hate these tunnels?" I grumbled out as we made a turn a few minutes later.

"Nevah, I swear, if you make some sort of comment about being underground and having one of the Greek gods hating you," Malia turned to face me." I'm going to punch you. In the face."

"Well, actually. Hades does like me." I huffed. We came across a two way tunnel, Scott and Lydia going one way and Malia and I going the other. Only a few steps into that section of the tunnel, and Malia and I ran into some invisible force before falling onto the ground. "Gah. My face."

"Found it!" Malia said as she sat up. Scott helped Malia and I up as Lydia walked closer to the now greenish see through wall that Malia and I had ran into.

"It's remarkably similar." Lydia uttered.

"To what?" Malia asked. We inched closer to the green shield.

"To the Einstein-Rosen bridge." Lydia replied.

"Okay, how do we get through it?" I questioned, looking at Lydia.

"I don't know." She frowned.

"Okay, then let's start trying." Malia looked around. Her eyes lit up. She ran down the direction Scott and Lydia were going. A few seconds later, she came back with a metal pipe. She thrusted the pipe into the barrier. The end of the pipe that was touching the barrier started to burn. Grunting, she took it away. The pipe was smoking.

"There's gotta be another way." Lydia said. "We just need to think."

"Think?"Malia repeated.

"Yeah. Think about how to get through a supernatural rift that melts steel." Scott faced the rift.

"I didn't say it would be easy." Lydia stated.

"I can try my sword." I bit my lip. "But, I have a feeling it won't work."

"You're right. But it doesn't have to be so hard." My eyes widened at the familiar voice. Spinning on my heels, I saw Hauptmann walking our way.

"How'd you get here?" I glared at him, my hand twitching towards my charm.

"He followed our scent." Scott stepped in front of us three.

"I followed your desperation. We're all in a tough spot. Desperate to get inside and save everyone, and hoping to find a way to stop this army of the dead. We all want the same thing."

"Uh, I don't think so." I shook my head, narrowing my eyes at him.

"He has a point." Lydia sighed.

"What?" I looked at her flabbergasted.

"If he doesn't kill anyone." Malia muttered.

"Else." Scott added. "If he doesn't kill anyone else."

"All that matters right now is getting through the rift." Hauptmann said.

"Then you're out of luck." Malia held up the metal pipe.

"The rift burns anything that tries to pass through it." Lydia told him.

"Perhaps not everything." Parrish walked up behind Hauptmann. He growled, his eyes glowing.

"Why his is eyes glowing green?" My mouth opened in shock.

"Jordan." Lydia said, looking at Parrish.

"If the Hellhound can open the rift, we all go together." Mr. Douglas offered.

"You're the bad guy. I'm pretty sure helping you is a bad idea." Malia pointed out.

"Good guy. Bad guy. When has anything ever been so black and white?" Mr. Douglas asked.

"World War II." Liam panted as he came out of the other tunnel. "He's a Nazi. He wants the Hunt for himself. He wants his own supernatural army."

"That's why you knew I was a demigod." I looked at Mr. Douglas with wide eyes. "You were under command of one of my cousins."

"Hitler, yes." Mr. Douglas nodded with a smirk. He took a whip, letting the tip fall onto the ground. "Sadly, you are nothing like him."

"I beg to differ." I glared at him, pressing my charm.

"We're not letting you through that rift." Scott told Mr. Douglas.

"'Not letting' me? I see. You still think you have a say in the matter." Mr. Douglas lashed the whip in our direction. Scott and Malia dodged it. Scott roared, showing his red eyes. Mr. Douglas thrashed his whip again. I jumped out of the way. Lydia ran towards Liam, hiding behind the tunnel for safety. The whip came back in our direction. Malia followed Lydia.

I dodged another lash of the whip, blocking it with my sword. Mr. Douglas narrowed his eyes at me. He cracked the whip again. I jumped over it, almost ramming into Scott. The teen wolf steadied before he faced Mr. Douglas and roared again. Grabbing my arm, Scott pulled me towards the tunnel the rest of our pack was safely in.

"Hollenhund." Mr. Douglas said. Parrish walked past us, going to the rift. He held his hands against the rift and started to tear at it. Parrish was creating a hole in the rift.

"Parrish, stop!" Scott cried out. Mr. Douglas blocked out view, lashing the belt at us. We jumped back. Parrish growled and Mr. Douglas faced him, a smile on his face. I took a step forward and gasped. Parrish tore through the rift. The Hellhound walked next to Mr. Douglas.

"Wunderbar." Mr. Douglas grinned as he walked past Jordan. Parrish roared at us. "Hollenhund. Come in."

Parrish roared again before he followed Mr. Douglas.

"Now." Malia said. We all ran out of the tunnel and towards the rift. It closed on us, Scott hold out his arms to protect us. Through the rift, we saw Mr. Douglas and Parrish turn into another tunnel.

"No." I shook my head, tears welling in my eyes. "No, no, no."

Ghost Riders started coming our way from the other side of the rift. Scott started shuffling us backwards. The Ghost Riders easily went through the rift. They continued to walk our way, weapons out.

"Liam, you and Lydia get to the bunker." Scott demanded Liam. Liam grabbed Lydia's hand and the two ran off. Scott and Malia growled, flicking out their claws. As I was about to ready my sword, a whip wrapped itself around Scott's neck. I stared at it with fear. The Ghost Rider started to tug at it. However, Scott didn't turn to green smoke. Malia went behind Scott and tugged at the whip. I slashed my sword through the whip, cutting it straight through.

"It cut through." I said with wide eyes. Scott and Malia fell onto the ground.

"The whip. It didn't take you." Malia noted. Scott unwrapped the rope from his neck and threw it to the side.

"I don't think they're trying to take us. I think they're trying to kill us." Scott helped Malia up. They started to run away when another whip wrapped around Malia's torso. Malia tugged at it. I jogged her way and cut the whip again.

"Thanks." Malia muttered to me, clutching her stomach.

"No problem." I nodded. Another whip went towards Scott. "Oh my gods, how many whips do you guys have!?"

Scott easily caught it and tugged it my way. Getting the gist, I ran towards it and cut the whip again. The Ghost Riders pulled out their guns and pointed it at us. They cocked their guns. A roar came for the other end of the tunnel. We all looked to see Peter running at us. He jumped, placing his hands on one Ghost Rider while using the momentum to kick the other one to the ground.

"Why aren't you running?" Peter yelled at us as he punched a Ghost Rider.

"I can stay and help." I said. Peter growled and threw another punch at the Ghost Rider.

"No! Now go!" Peter grunted.

"Go." Scott placed a hand on Malia's and I's back and pushed us away from the fight. The three of us ran away, leaving Peter alone to fight the two Ghost Riders. Malia stopped at the entrance of a tunnel and looked back at her dad. Peter threw another punch, only for the two Ghost Riders to grab his arms and push him against a wall.

"Go!" Peter screamed at us. A Ghost Rider took out a gun and cocked it. Malia took a step forward, hurt flashing across her face. Peter gave her a small smile of sorts. Then a gunshot echoed and Peter disappeared into green smoke. Scott grabbed us and ran off.

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We arrived to an empty house. Melissa was supposed to be here by now. Her shift ended hours ago. Liam, Scott, Lydia, Malia, and I searched the entire house, but we couldn't find her. Scott couldn't even get a scent. We were in the kitchen as Scott called her for the tenth time. He sat at the table staring depressed at the phone that was on speaker.

"The number you have reached is not in service. Please check the number or try your call again. This is a recording." The female voice said before being cut off by a beep. "We're sorry the number you have reached is not in service. Please check the number-."

"Scott." Malia softly said, leaning against the refrigerator.

"Or try your call again. This is a recording." The phone continued. It beeped again. Malia walked towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder. She took a seat by me, looking at our Alpha.

"Scott, your mom is gone. But she's still alive." Malia faintly told him. She reached for his phone and turned it off before dragging it away from him.

"What do we do now?" Liam asked.

"We can't hide from them." Malia said.

"What about Lydia?" Liam glanced at her as he stood up from the bar stool. "The Ghost Rider was afraid of her."

"It was?" I turned to face Lydia who stood behind me.

"It wasn't fear. It's" Lydia said. Liam and Lydia took at seat at the table. "Almost like reverence."

"Doesn't matter." Scott muttered. "The rift is gone. We're the only ones left in Beacon Hills."

I frowned at the thought, fiddling with the hem of Stiles' flannel. A soft knock came from the kitchen door. Looking up, I saw Sherriff Stilinski entering the house. He softly closed the door behind him and walked to the island.

"I have a son." Sherriff Stilinski started. "His name is Mieczysław Stilinski. But we call him Stiles. I remember. When Stiles was a little kid, he couldn't say his first name. Not sure why. It pretty much rolls off the tongue. But, uh, the closest he could get was 'mischief.'"

"That's why mischief was written all over the paper." I muttered to myself, a smile growing on my face. Tears were pooling in my eyes.

"His mother called him that until," Sherriff Stilinski took a deep breath in. "I remember when, uh...When Stiles first got his Jeep. It belonged to his mother. She wanted him to have it. The first time when he took a spin behind the wheel, he went straight into a ditch. I gave him his first roll of duct tape that day.

He was always getting into trouble. But he always had a good heart. Always. We're here tonight because my goofball son decided to drag Scott, his greatest friend in the world, into the woods to see a dead body."

"How did you remember?" Scott asked, his eyes glassy.

"It started with Stiles' jersey." Sherriff Stilinski smiled at me. "Then I found the red string for his crime board.

Finally, his whole room came back and all the memories. And then the strangest thing happened."

"What?" Lydia questioned.

"I thought I saw him. It's like something opened right there in the middle of the room. Just for a moment." Sherriff Stilinski explained. "And then it was gone."

"A rift." Scott said.

"I thought there was only one rift." Malia uttered. "We saw it disappear."

"Apparently not." I beamed.

"You remembered Stiles and then a new rift was created." Scott pointed at Sherriff Stilinski.

"If the Sheriff can do it," Malia realized.

"Maybe we can." Lydia finished.

"But that rift closed." Liam sadly stated, looking at the table.

"Then we'll open it again." Scott said.

"How?" Sherriff Stilinski asked.

"By remembering Stiles. We have to remember everything."

ONLY 2EPISODES AWAY FROM THE ENDING OF 6A.

BE PREPARED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER

LOTS OF FEELS

And p.s. for the Stevah kiss, I found some great one, but it's Stiles and Lydia ones:( Do you guys still want one where it won't show Lydia's face or find another one cuz I have two back ups

much love,

Lux xx