"I'm gonna run some food to mom at the hospital.." Scott said as he popped his head in the doorway to my bedroom. I was sitting at my desk, my fingers dancing on my keyboard as I tried to find any information on what the hell a Darach is and why it sacrifices people. I'm good at research, but I'm not Stiles. 

I nodded my head, "Okay." 

"And that means you're gonna be here alone..." He added, I'm not quite sure why he felt the need to tell me that. I knew it meant I was going to be alone, I'm not stupid. 

Again, I nodded, "Okay."

He sighed in annoyance, "Kasey I don't want you by yourself, so you need to call Stiles and have him come over here or you need to go to his house."

"Scott I'll be fine for a few-" 

I was cut off when his hand pushed my laptop screen down, him and his freaking wolf powers. He's lucky he is so stealthy, if I would have sensed him behind me I could have thrown an elbow back and knocked the wind out of him. 

"That was rude and unnecessary." I muttered as I turned in my chair so I could face him. He had an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face. 

"Call your boyfriend," 

I narrowed my eyes in annoyance, "I can be by myself ya'know. When has anything remotely catastrophic happened to me when I was by myself?" 

"Uh let's see, there was the time when you were attacked by Peter because you just had to leave the dance to go pee, or the time when you drank yourself into a hormonal state and trashed the living room, let's not forget when you were left to text Jackson's parents and completely gave us all away when you ended the text message with 'I love you', I mean the list goes on and on, Kasey." Scott dead-panned. 

"Okay, true, but whenever Stiles and I are together-- the situations aren't ever any less catastrophic, if you want to get technical." I pointed out as I stood from my chair and went to retrieve my cell phone from my bed. 

Scott nodded, "Yeah but I feel a hell of a lot better knowing that you two are together." 

"I appreciate the concern bro, I do, but you do realize that by making me spend more time with Stiles, it potentially could put a strain on our relationship." I stated as I sat down on my bed, eyeing Scott wearily. 

He quirked an eyebrow, "How would that put a strain on your relationship? You two can't go twenty minutes without even speaking to each other."

"Now that is not true," I argued as I crossed my arms over my chest, "I can go at least an hour. I was saying that if we keep spending all this time together we are bound to get sick of one another. I mean let's be real here, Stiles and I are probably two of the most annoying people on the planet." 

My brother chuckled, "I'll give you that.. but please just call him and have him pick you up or whatever. It's not like you weren't planning on hanging out with him tonight anyway."

"I'll have you know that I was actually dedicating my evening to research on the whole Darach subject that you keep avoiding." I stated adamantly. 

He sighed as he walked back towards my door, "Just call or text him. If you won't, I will." With that said he strolled out of my room, laughing quietly as he headed down the stairs. 

If he had a car instead of that stupid bike, then we both could have gone to the hospital, but no-- he had to go out and buy that stupid motorcycle thing that gets on my damn nerves. He rev's it every freaking night and I can't stand that stupid sound much longer. My cell phone then began to ring, and upon looking at the screen, I saw that it was Stiles calling me. 

I sighed as I pressed the device to my ear, "Let me guess, Scott just called you?" 

He chuckled on the other end, "Texted, actually. I'm on my way over now, I should be there in five, maybe seven minutes-- depends on the traffic."

"What traffic? You're literally driving two blocks." I chuckled as I stood from my bed and made my way out into the hall and down the stairs. 

"There are neighborhood children that I have to keep watch for, and also a pack of alpha's that could be roaming the street's." He argued, I could practically see the cute little scowl on his face right now. 

"It's too late for neighborhood children to be out, and I doubt that the alpha's spend their free time roaming around my street." I smiled to myself as I peeked out of the front window, the headlights from his jeep lighting up at the top of the road. 

Stiles sighed on the other end of the line in exasperation, "You argue a lot, did you know that? Like, a lot more than the average person."

"And you talk a lot, like... a lot more than the average person." I mocked him as he pulled into my driveway. 

"I don't have to put up with this from you, I have other things to do with my time. Now, if you'll excuse me I need to go and babysit." He replied sarcastically. 

I groaned, "Asshole." 

He laughed loudly as he ended the call, ugh. I rolled my eyes as I approached the front door and pulled it open, just as he was hopping up the steps on my front porch, talk about remarkable timing. He grinned widely as he walked into my house, if he didn't look so damn cute right now I would probably smack him upside the head. 

"I like when you wear hoodies, you should wear them more often." I commented as I walked into the living room behind him, he had already made himself comfortable on my couch. 

He rose an eyebrow curiously as he glanced down at the gray hoodie he had on, "Really?"

I nodded, "Yeah.. I have a thing for hoodies." 

"A hoodie fetish, that's new.." He chuckled as I sat down beside him on the couch, the soft material of the hoodie brushing against the skin of my upper-arm. 

I sighed, "I wouldn't necessarily call it a fetish.. more of a fascination. They are just so damn comfortable and warm and you feel so happy whenever you were a hoodie... you're kind of like my hoodie." 

He smiled as he shook his head from side to side, "I can't believe you just compared me to a piece of clothing, and probably the least attractive piece of clothing on the planet!" 

"You're attractive though, really attractive. And you're warm, and you make me feel comfortable and really happy... I don't see what's so bad about that." I mumbled as I glanced at him. 

"You're really beautiful, you know that." He said quietly, completely derailing from the hoodie conversation. 

I rose an eyebrow, "Really?"

"Yeah.." He trailed off as he brought his lips to mine, gingerly placing a kiss. Why does he do that? It's like he insist's on teasing me with a simple little kiss when he knows that I can't settle for just one. It's unfair. 

Without a second thought I clambered onto his lap, the corners of his mouth tugged upwards in a hint of a smile as he wrapped his arms around the small of my back, my own hands securing themselves at the base of his neck. The skin was warm, and I know it's because he was getting flustered already. My teeth tugged at his bottom lip, and the sensation seemed to jolt something in him, due to the fact that his hands found their way to my waist and pushed me off of him, my back hitting the cushion of the couch. He was hovering above me as he began to deepen the kiss, breathing heavily through his nose as his tongue danced with my own. 

These types of moments were my favorite. The ones where he takes complete control and kisses the hell out of me. It's hard to believe that it took him five months to get comfortable enough with me to be able to kiss me like this. I'm glad that he finally opened himself up to this type of affection though, because I simply can't live without it. 

He pulled back, panting slightly as he eyed me cautiously, "Are you okay like this? I'm not hurting you, am I?" 

"No, stupid. Come here," I demanded as I pulled his face back towards my own, reconnecting our lips together. That oh-so-very familiar sharp intake of breath that he took caused goosebumps to arise on my skin, only making shivers run up the length of my spine. I love him. I love him so freaking much it's unreal. 

My mind was racing with so many different thoughts at this moment, that I couldn't seem to think clearly. I want to focus on kissing Stiles, believe me I do, but for some reason I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. Images of the hospital are flashing at the forefront of my mind, and I don't know why. Something must be wrong, that has to be the explanation right? If something was wrong, Scott would call me though... and he hasn't called me. Or Stiles, for that matter. So everything must be okay. So, I willed myself to focus on Stiles-- and that, that was when my world started to spin. 

"Because I love you," My voice wasn't the only thing that popped into my head, no-- the exact moment that I said that exact sentence was playing in my mind like a video clip. I could see myself, standing in front of Stiles at the Winter Formal, I was viewing Stiles' memory of that night. I could feel the overall excitement and joy surging through me as the words left my lips. That was the first time that I ever told Stiles that I loved him, why is he thinking about this now?

Another moment then made it's way to my mind, "I love you." I was now sitting in the jeep, crying quietly. This memory was when we were going to go and try to get Isaac out of the jail cell last year. I had panicked because he had been being a bit distant and I felt bad for acting so cold towards him, that had been the third time I said that I loved him. 

Why is he thinking of the times that I've said that I love him? Does he always think of these moments when I kiss him? Or is this just a one time thing? Why all of a sudden am I able too-- oh, I connected myself to him. And he is completely unaware of the situation. 

New images were forcing themselves to the front of my mind, and they were all little snapshots of the past times that Stiles and I have kissed. Our first kiss in the hallway, our first slow dance kiss together at the winter formal, the kiss when I was in the hospital bed, the kiss a few days ago when we had all of ten minutes to ourselves before Scott came in and ruined it, the make-out session in his jeep-- all of these little snippit's of these moments were flashing through my head, and they were making me dizzy. 

Words and phrases from Stiles that he has said to me in the past were strewn into the mix,

"I love you."

"I am so in love with you it isn't healthy."

"And if you die, I will literally go out of my freaking mind!":

"Don't go, please don't go."

"I'm not a hero, Kasey."

 "My brain doesn't work that fast, if it did it wouldn't have taken me six years to tell you that I'm in love with you."

"I'm still getting used to the fact that the girl of my dreams actually wants to be with me, my bad."

"Maybe you realizing that you don't want to be with me for the rest of your life!"

"I'm not going to apologize for being afraid to lose you."

Is this all that he experiences with every kiss that we share? Each time all of these memories and feelings just flood his brain? It's fascinating that each time his lips come into contact with mine, every single memory or word that he thinks about is so remarkably important in our relationship. 

As much as it pained me to do this, I gently pushed on his chest to stop the kiss. He pulled back slightly out of breath as he gazed at me curiously, "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing-- I...I just..." Words escaped me as I tried to think of the best way to explain what just happened. To be honest, there are no words to describe how perfect that moment was and how much I needed that to hold on to my sanity. 

Stiles parted his lips to ask another question but his phone began to ring, he groaned as he fished it out of his pocket and pressed the blue device to his ear in annoyance, "Yeah buddy?" 

I watched in confusion as his facial expression changed from annoyed to concerned in about 1.3 seconds flat. Something was wrong, and it was at the hospital. I don't know how I knew that, but I did. 

"Okay, yeah, we'll be right there." He said quickly as he climbed off of me and tapped his phone screen. 

I rose an eyebrow in confusion, "Is it bad?"

"Scott and your mom are okay, but it's still pretty weird. We gotta go," He said as he grabbed my hand and tugged me off the couch. I guess this discussion would have to be pinned for later then.

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"There are two missing..." Stiles began to reitorate to his father for the third tims, as Sheriff Stilinski attempted to write the information down on his handy dandy little notebook. 

He held his hand up to stop his son, "Wait wait wait, they were both in the car?"

"No, dad, they're trying to tell you that it was two seperate kidnapping's okay? Two doctors, both gone." Stiles explained as he did some of his famous hand gestures. 

Apparently, Scott was in the parking lot with Ethan, I didn't ask why due to the fact that we didn't have much time at the moment, and they saw a car like crash into a parked car. When they went to investigate it, the car was empty but there was a dead butterfly or moth or some type of winged insect laying in the front seat. 

Sheriff Stilinski sighed, "Okay, so who's car is this?"

"Dr. Hilyard the on-call doctor. The E.R. attedent is the one that never made it in." My mom stated as she placed her hands on her hips. 

My brother, boyfriend, mother, my boyfriend's father, and myself were all gathered in a small group trying to get all of the details of the case in order at the moment. It's not really working out all that well since mister Stilinski has no idea that this is all linked to the Darach, but you know that's pretty much our sort-of luck.

"Let me focus on getting your story first, alright?" Sheriff Stilinski stated as he looked at my mom.

She nodded, "Yeah."

"Can you three give us a second?" He asked as he glanced at us. 

My brother nodded, "Sure." 

We then walked a little ways off from our parents and I was the first to speak, "So these are definetely sacrifices right?" 

My boyfriend nodded, "Yeah-- it's one Deaton mentioned: Healers." 

"What about Danny? He threw-up Mistletoe. That is not a coicedence, and if he hadn't been with Ethan, he would've died. Danny's not a healer." Scott stated as he glanced between the two of us in question. 

Stiles sighed, "I... wait, can you hear that?" He asked as he pointed to his father, who was on the phone. 

Scott turned around and focussed for a moment before turning back around to face us, "They found a body."

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"Wait, so you're telling me that Deaton pulled a Liam Neison and basically just called to tell Scott that he was going to be taken?" I asked Stiles as  he haphazardly parked in the lot of the animal clinic. 

He nodded, "Pretty much. After Scott bolted out of the school I called my dad to give him a heads up." 

I sighed, "Why does this kind of thing keep happening to us?" 

Stiles already out of the jeep at that point so he didn't hear my question, not that him hearing it would make much of a difference really, seeing as how he wouldn't have the answer anyway. If he did then we would be able to find a way to keep this kind of stuff from happening to us all the time. 

I sighed in annoyance as I hopped out of the jeep and made my way inside the clinic, where I found my brother and boyfriend speaking to Mister Stilinski and a new female deputy, I've noticed her at the past few scenes lately. 

When I got over to them, Mister Stilinski smiled and patted my shoulder as he made his exit. Scott had a sullen look on his face and I know it's because he feel's guilty, he then nodded his head in the direction of the storage closet. I rose an eyebrow as I awkwardly led the way, my brother and boyfriend in tow. 

Scott sighed as he glanced at Stiles, "We have to tell him."

"You mean like tell him, tell him, or tell him something else which isn't what I think you want to tell him?" Stiles replied, I had to take a moment to try and understand what he meant, he's a genius when it comes to wordplay. 

My brother turned his head to the side slightly in annoyance, "You know what I mean."

"Do you remember how your mom re-acted? She didn't look you or Kasey in the eye for like a week," Stiles argued as he gripped onto the metal bars of the cat cage on the shelf beside him. It was obvious this conversation was stressing him out. 

I swallowed dryly as I glanced at my brother, "And she got over it. And--and it actually made the three of us a lot closer." 

Stiles glanced out the glass window in the door to watch his dad for a moment, "I don't know, dude. I mean, look at him. He's completely overwhelmed as it is." 

"He's overwhelmed because he has no clue what's happening. He's got people dying in his town, his town that he's supposed to protect. And it's not his fault that he doesn't know what's happening. He's gonna find out sooner or later." My brother continued as he glanced at me, obviously he wanted me to speak up-- but for once, I wanted to do nothing more than keep my mouth shut. 

Stiles' grip on the cage tightened, "Yeah, but is now really the right time?" His tone of voice was getting nasty, and I could see the anxiety and annoyance rolling off of him in waves. He too glanced at me, obviously waiting for me to agree with what he was saying, but once again I opted to keep my mouth shut. I can't pick between them, and I won't do it.

"What if not telling him now get's someone else killed?" Scott argued, and that's when I saw the flick of the switch in Stiles. Scott shouldn't have said that.

"What if telling him get's him killed, huh? I mean okay, look, I get that Deaton's been like a father to you. I get that, okay? But this is my-- Scott, this is my actual father. I can't..." He stopped as he started to breathe a bit heavier, glancing at the ground as he tried to collect himself. I felt my heart tighten as I watched him, "I can't lose both of my parents, alright? Not both of them" He finished as he glanced back at my brother. 

Scott nodded, "You're right."

My boyfriend sighed as he glanced back at the ground, "I'm not. I'm not right. I'll tell him."

"I'll help you," Scott said with a smile as he turned on his heel and made his way to the foor. Stiles glanced at me, and the look made my chest hurt, in more ways than one. I could see the hint of annoyance he had with me for not taking his side, but what really killed me was the complete and utter fear that was swimming around in his eyes. 

I followed Scott out the door, only to be hit with a total slap to the face. Miss Morrell was standing in front of Sheriff Stilinski, "Please, whatever you need, however you can help find my brother." She stated. 

Her brother. Of freaking course Deaton is her brother! I shouldn't be as surprised as I am right now, I mean it makes sense, they're both very wise and seem to know everything. This really is a small freaking world after all. 

"Will you excuse us for a moment? Thank you," Sheriff Stilinski said as he walked out of the clinic.

The second he was gone, Miss Morrell was sauntering herself over to us, the top she was wearing was revealing a little bit too much of her stomach for a school guidance counselor. "Okay, listen closley, all three of you. No sheriff, deputy, or detective is going to be able to find him." 

Scott rose an eyebrow, "You don't have to ask us for help."

"Actually, I'm trying to help you, because if you're going to find my brother then you need to use the two people that might actually have the ability to seek out the supernatural." She stated as her eyes landed right on me. 

I swallowed thickly as it clicked in my mind exactly who she was talking about, "And that would be Lydia and myself." 

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wolfpack what is happening? haha, sorry this took forever to get posted. i've been hella busy and just haven't had the time to sit back and watch the episode while i type it. again, i'm sorry. this school year has been super hectic and it wasn't supposed to be but i guess working on the yearbook and the paper was a bad idea. so did you all like this chapter? i thought it turned out pretty well, i'm a bit rusty so i apologize for that. i've been waiting for an update on after all day and it hasn't happened yet, i'm going through withdrawls people. haha.

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p.s. the next few episodes are what i have been waiting to write about, and i'm so excited! xx