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Stiles lays on his back, light snores escaping his slightly open mouth while he sleeps. Y/n is sat on her legs next to him as she tries to coax him awake for the day. "Stiles." She calls, not recieving an answer. "Stiles~" She tries again while gently poking him, yet that also doesn't work. "Stiles!" She firmly shakes his arm, this time barely getting a tired 'hmm' out of him. "You've got an early practice today, remember?" He lightly grunts in affirmation. "If you don't get in some practice before the big game tomorrow, you're gonna complain that you suck, again."

"Not gonna suck." He mumbles groggily.

"We're supposed to take Malia to school early, too, so she can get a bit more studying for her math test." He starts to roll over as she continues to talk. "It's gonna determine whether she gets to be a senior with us. Stiles!" He now has his back to her and she huffs, trying to think of something that would wake him up. After a minute she smirked. She carefully leaned over him and pressed her lips to his cheek. Stiles stirred as she trailed soft kisses down his neck, and then he hummed when she gently nipped at his earlobe, her lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. His head turned towards her and she dipped down to kiss him properly.

"Mmm." He hummed after a moment and pulled away to look at her. "I appreciate the wake up call, but I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Y/n smiled and shrugged a shoulder. "I don't really care. But neither have I, so we're even." He huffed a small laugh before kissing her again.

The day went by uneventfully, a rare occasion that everyone tried to enjoy. Malia passed her math test with a C-, yet got an F in Economics in which Lydia promised to send her notes for. Lydia couldn't shake the feeling that something was still coming, that someone was still going to die. Kira tried to help her, assuring her that the computers were off, there was no more dead pool, no more assassins, and that no one was dying. All Lydia responded with was 'not yet'. Y/n did her best to comfort Lydia, not dismissing her feeling, but promising they would figure it out soon.

That night Malia, Y/n, and Stiles were hanging out in his room when Noah walked in with a knock on the doorjamb. "Drop what you're doing. I'm taking you three out to dinner. Whatever you want."

"Dad, I don't think a man of your debts should be treating anyone to anything." Stiles spoke up.

"Well, there's one debt we no longer have to worry about." He pulled a letter from his pocket.

"What is that?" Stiles took the letter to skim it over.

"A letter of apology from Eichen House."

"Apparently, they've decided to forgive our debt due to, uh... Well, you and Lydia almost getting murdered."

"They can do that?" Malia asked.

"They can do it and they did it." He smiled.

"I have never been so happy to have almost been murdered." Stiles said as he set the paper down.

"Who knew attempted homicide could come with something other than trauma." Y/n said with a chuckle.

"Well, we're not out of it yet." Noah started. "But... We're going to be okay. And at least for the moment, I can afford to take my son, his girlfriend and her sister out to dinner. Girls, what's your favorite food?"

"Deer." Malia instantly responded, making Noah pause.

"She also likes pizza." Y/n gave Malia a look to which the coyote nodded with a smile. The three teens followed Noah out of the room and towards the front door, but the Sheriff paused when he grabbed his keys, finally remembering the parcel he sat on the table.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot." He picked it up and handed it to Y/n who gave the man a confused look.

"What's this?" She asked as she took it.

"Well, it was brought to my attention that you knew a woman named Genevieve Pierre, one of the dead pool victims, and that there was something of hers you were looking for."

Her eyes widened in surprise as she glanced between him and the object in her hands. "Is this what I think it is?"

"I managed to pull a few strings and got it processed out of evidence. I figured it was better that no one look at it too closely, and that it was safer in your hands."

Y/n reached into the plastic and pulled out the grimoire that belonged to her friend and mentor. Her fingers gently traced over the debossed patterns of flowers and felt the cool metal of the clasp holding it closed. She smiled and suddenly pulled Noah into a hug. He chuckled as he returned the embrace, patting her back for a moment before she pulled back again. "Thank you. This means so much to me."

He brushed it off with a simple shrug. "It was no big deal." Y/n smiled again before she tucked the grimoire into her bag and then the four proceeded to get some well-earned pizza.

...

"What are we doing in the woods again?" Stiles asked as he followed Y/n through the Beacon Hills preserve.

"Saying goodbye to a friend." Is all she responded with as she easily treked over the uneven terrain, quietly laughing as she heard Stiles stumble and curse at tree roots. She eventually led him to Lookout Point, the lights of the town sparkling below almost mirroring the shimmer of the stars above. Stiles stood next to her as she reached into her bag and pulled out the leather bound book his dad had given her. She pushed open the clasp and flipped to the back of the grimoire to reread the message Genevieve had left for Y/n before she died.

Y/n,
If you're reading this, I'm sorry. I wasn't very honest with my reason for coming to Beacon Hills. I really did want to see you, and see how your magic has developed, but that wasn't the only reason. I had a dream, a vision, that something big and bad was coming for you. I was terrified. I thought if I got there in time I would be able to help you. But now I realize I might have just caused you more pain.
Someone is coming for me, but it's not a normal Hunter. I think this is someone far worse. I fear my time is coming up, but I'm not afraid like I thought I'd be. Just sad, and a tad regretful. I didn't mean to put us in this predicament, or cause you any more grief. I wish things could have gone differently for your sake.
I hope my grimoire finds it's way to you. I'm sorry I couldn't teach you more myself like I had hoped for, but my pages will have to do now. I hope they can be useful to you in a time of need. I'm grateful that I was able to get to meet you. I'm sorry again.
Please, take care of yourself.
Forever your friend,
Genevieve Pierre

Y/n closed the grimoire again and wiped away the tears that had fallen from her eyes. "So that's a grimoire?" Stiles asked, a weak attempt at taking her mind off of it, yet even answering simple and obvious questions was a welcome distraction.

She nodded as she looked down at it. "Genevieve's grimoire. Made with her own hands when she was 13 and filled with the pages of her mother and those who came before her."

"I remember you said something about it being burned when you die."

"As a final goodbye."

"That's why we're here?" She nodded again. "You want me to be here for this? Isn't it, like, super personal?"

"Yeah, it is. Usually it's a ceremony only witches attend. But I'm the only witch here and... I didn't want to be alone when I did this." The last part was barely above a whisper, yet he still heard her. He noticed her grip tighten around the book and he reached out to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side.

"I'll always be here for you." He muttered, pressing his lips to her temple and he could feel the tension in her shoulders relax a bit as she layed her head on his shoulder.

After a moment she took a deep breath and straightened up. "Okay, let's do this." She spoke mostly to herself, but Stiles still nodded as he let his arm fall and watched as she did her thing.

When she blinked her eyes shifted and she used her magic to levitate the grimoire from her hands and retrieve hers from her bag. The two grimoires were opened and their pages flipped at a steady pace, replicas of the pages in Genevieve's book being made and inserted into Y/n's. When that was done they floated back down to her outstretched hands and she put her newly expanded grimoire back into her bag. Looking back down at Genevieve's grimoire with eyes still glowing, a purple tinted fire sparked to life in her palms, slowly traveling along her hands until they and the book were encased in an amethyst flame. The grimoire was quickly reduced to ash and embers, the flame dying and the particles slipping through her fingers as she raised her hands and coaxed a gentle breeze to pick them up and carry them into the sky. Her eyes dimmed as she stood back and watched the final piece of her friend and mentor move on from this world.

Stiles stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned back in his embrace, resting her hands on his arms. Together they watched the tiny flickers of light meld with the stars above and she spoke the final goodbye of witches for the fourth time in her life.

"Illa volat cum sua alas suas ad sidera."

...

"Everything's fine. I got a text from him this morning and he said he might be late." Stiles said to Liam, the Beta having been nervous about Scott and had dragged Y/n with them to the locker rooms as the players started to prep for the coming game.

"Well, how late is late? Is he always late?" Liam fretted.

"Not usually," Y/n admitted, "but sometimes it happens. He'll be here."

"We're playing Devenford Prep again and this time it's an actual game. He shouldn't be late."

"Who shouldn't be late?" Coach asked from nearby having heard the last thing Liam said.

Stiles gives Liam a look, Liam looking down a bit sheepishly. "Scott and Kira."

"They might be slightly late." Stiles added.

Coach stammered in surprise. "Slightly late is still late. What are they doing?" "They're doing something that's going to make them slightly late."

"What could Scott and Kira be doing right now that's more important than playing in the first game?" The three were silent at his question, half wondering if he was being serious, but when his confused expression persisted they realized he wasn't kidding.

"Oh, Coach." Y/n muttered in pity. "I could think of at least three." She didn't elaborate when he looked even more puzzled and gave him a smile before she left the locker room to wait at the bleachers like she usually does.

It didn't take long for dusk to set and the floodlights to turn on to illuminate the playing field. Y/n smiled at Noah and Malia when they got close and took their seats next to her. She watched Liam and Stiles sit together by the field and decided to check on the Beta, practically feeling the nerves roll off of him in waves as she moved to stand behind them. "They're still not here." Liam commented after he looked around.

"Okay, what's really going on?" Stiles asked.

"Are you worried about the full moon?" Y/n asked when she got close enough.

"It's not for another 24 hours."

"Liam, you're gonna be just fine." Y/n put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze.

"Just try not to rage out on anyone." That comment was followed by a slight whine of pain as Y/n had smacked Stiles in the back of the head and gave him a small glare that told him to shut up.

"You guys aren't worried?" Liam asked.

"Okay, I'm mildly concerned." Stiles gave a quick glance at Y/n, but luckily she had decided to ignore that one.

"I'm not worried." She claimed, making Liam look up ther. "You're stronger than you think, Liam. And that doesn't mean just werewolf strength. After a bit more practice, you'll be just fine." She smiled at him.

Liam gave her a small one in return, but it faltered again as he thought about the game. "We're gonna lose without him." He claimed.

"No, we're not." Stiles countered. "We can be just as good without Scott. Okay? I've been practicing. Let me tell you something. I'm getting good. Really good." He smirked in bravado at his developing lacrosse prowess. Yet his definition of 'really good' is what others would define as 'almost just as bad'. When the whistle blew he tried to get the ball only to flop over onto the ground as an opposing player got the ball instead. At another time the ball bounced right off of his helmet. Then he fell backwards as he tried to catch the ball, the object bouncing past him. And finally he was run down by four Devenford Prep players. He grunts as he lands on his back and the crowd groans in sympathy. Y/n sighed and rubbed her temples from her spot on the bleachers. More time goes by and the Cylcones are losing, Coach yells in frustration as Devenford gets another goal. Liam takes a seat next to Stiles who is now very concerned for the missing teens. "All right. Neither of them are answering. I gotta go see what's going on."

"You're leaving? What are you gonna tell Coach?" Liam asks before both boys look to the older man. Coach throws down his clipboard and angrily grunts indiscernable profanities.

"Uh, you don't tell him anything. Okay? Liam, you're gonna be okay. All right?" He pats him on the shoulder before he gets up.

Y/n had been listening to them when her phone went off and she frowned at the message. Alan had gone to Eichen House, using a captured wendigo as an exchange to speak with another patient in the secret side of the mental hospital. A Dr. Valeck who supposedly had information on what Kate did to Derek. She had been hesitant, hearing what he did to himself and how it's affected others as well, yet Alan had assured her he'd be fine, but she hasn't heard from him all day and now Lydia is telling her he was in a type of supernatural coma and they needed to help him.

She stood up from her seat just as Stiles walked over to them. Stiles said he was going to go look for Scott and Kira while Y/n told them she needed to help Alan. Noah went with Stiles and Malia stayed at the game in case Scott or Kira showed up.

...

Dr. Fenris stood over Alan, still unresponsive in one of the medical beds. He had been monitoring him for several hours, but, "Still nothing." He muttered before looking at a nurse. "I think we're going to have to move him to the sixth floor."

"He's not going anywhere." Y/n's voice called from the doorway and both medical professionals turned to see the girl standing there with Lydia right behind her.

"Well, unless you're family, I don't think you can make that decision."

"I'm his daughter." The two girls walked in to stand by Alan's bedside.

"You don't look much alike."

"You never heard of adoption?"

"Let us talk to him." Lydia asked suddenly.

"He's not responding to any stimuli. We can talk to him, but there's no way of knowing he's actually hearing us."

"Trust me on this. He'll hear us." The girls were left alone in the room with Alan. Y/n didn't like seeing him like this, but it'll be fixed soon enough. Her eyes glowed as she used her magic to look into his mind, finding him lost in a vision and helping him find his way back. The doctor was surprised that he was awake again, all of the people who had gone to see Valeck having remained comatose, but Alan was released and the girls took him to the clinic where he told them what he saw.

"Hey." Stiles said when Y/n called him, putting the phone on speaker and setting it on the exam table in front of them.

"Scott's been taken."

"Scott and Kira. We just don't know where."

"Mexico." Alan answered. "And if you want to save his life, that's where you're going too."

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Published: 3/9/22
Edited: 4/12/22

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