chapter ninety
riders on the storm

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Danielle Tyler and Stiles Stilinski stared up at the train station schedule. She looked at him. He was feeling so much. Sadness. Grief. Anger. Love. She turned to face him, smiling sadly. "Are you okay?" She asked him.

Stiles's jaw clenched. He shook his head. "I don't even know anymore." He muttered. "How would you react if your girlfriend was pregnant with you and your best friends children and she had no idea?" He turned away from her. "And it's not like it's her fault, you know? Everyone thinks that her and Scott are together. She didn't even remember me. And, it's not like we didn't use protection. She's been very vigilant—"

"Stiles," Danielle cut him off as she raised a brow. Danielle did not need details. Stiles slouched his shoulders, looking away. She put her hand on his shoulder. "It's going to be okay."

His eyes brimmed with tears. He shrugged helplessly. "I love her." He says. "That's the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with, you know? Curse or no curse."

As a gust of wind passed them by, Stiles looked up at the sound of a voice. It was calling his name. She was calling her name. Danielle watched as Stiles turned around. His eyes wide in surprise, lit up with something that she couldn't initially recognize.

"Kennedy?"

Danielle scrunched her face as Stiles started to walk away. Stiles was calling for Kennedy. Quickly, the pink-haired werecoyote spins in circles as she looks through the crowd, no sign of her best friend and Stiles's girlfriend. The intercom went off over their heads. "Attention, all passengers. The train will be arriving in 25 minutes."

"This is bad," Danielle muttered as people began to stand up. She looked around. The train was going to take them. They'd all be forgotten and never be found again.

Stiles ran. "Kennedy!?" He called out.

"Stiles?"

He pushed through the sea of people. He didn't bother to look back at Danielle or Sloane. He had to find her. He had to find Kennedy. Her voice was echoing in his ears. Stiles. Stiles. Stiles.

BANG.

A gunshot rings through the air, causing everyone to look up. Stiles stumbles, seeing his dad standing there. "Give the boy some room."

"Dad?" Stiles says, surprised. It almost takes him a moment to realize what he's seeing. It was real. His dad was there. "Dad?"

Noah smiled, the memories of his son back and exactly how they belonged. He beamed with relief as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around the teenage boy. The boy he lost. The boy he found. Danielle and Sloane stepped through the crowd as they watched the father and son reunite.

"I can't believe I found you." Noah chuckled, holding onto his son.

"Dad, I can hear Kennedy." Stiles says. Sloane and Danielle step closer. "I think, I think I can get to her. I think she can get us out of here." A flicker of light in the distant tunnel causes them all to look back. The distant sounds of horses. They were coming.

Noah looks back. "You need to get out of here. Don't worry about me."

"What, you're kidding, right?"

As Noah walked away, his son tried to follow. Sloane stepped in front of him. "Stiles, I will help your father. You and Danielle need to get help on the other side. Find your friends. Find my daughter." Sloane says as she stared at him. Stiles studied her. She meant it. She was doing it for him. She could've gone through the Ghost Riders portal any time, even with Peter. But she didn't. She stayed to protect him.

"We'll find each other again." Noah says.

Danielle looks over at Stiles. "Wait," She says in confusion. "I don't hear Kennedy."

Sloane looked at her. "You can survive the rift." She says. "But I promise you, Kennedy remembers you. And so does Lydia."

Lydia.

Dani and Stiles watch as Sloane and Noah walk towards the tunnel. "Dad." Stiles calls out again.

"Stiles." Noah looked at his son. "We'll hold them back. Now get the hell out of here!"

Danielle started backing up slowly, grabbing Stiles's arm. The two of them ran towards the train tracks, jumping off the platform. They looked back and forth. Stiles took the lead. He ran, ran like his life depended on it. Because it did.

And as a bright light opened in front of them, moving unnaturally, the two of them stumbled back. Colors of blues and greens and whites. They stood up straight.

"Stiles," Kennedy's voice was soft. Pleading. "Stiles I've been in love with you since I was sixteen years old. I don't think there's ever been a moment where I've pictured my life with anybody else. You're it for me. You're my person." Stiles and Danielle shared looks. "You're my soulmate."

Danielle watches as Stiles pushes forward. The two of them close their eyes as they brace for impact. Whatever that could mean.

"I can see you, Stiles, don't stop!"

Kennedy Hale stared at the empty tunnel.

She blinked, waiting for him to round the corner. She looked around. Scott, Lydia, and Malia stood behind her with empathetic looks. "Ken,"

"Where is he?" She asked, her voice low. She turned around. "It was working. I saw him."

Scott and Malia looked at each other. Malia shrugged her shoulders. "We didn't see anyone." She told her sister.

Kennedy's throat burned. She shook her head as she laughed dryly. "He was here. I saw him! Stiles was here!" She began to cry as Scott came closer, wrapping his arms around her. Kennedy choked out sobs as she leaned into her friend.

What she didn't know, was in another part of town, a familiar blew jeep's lights lit up. Stiles Stilinski shot up from his seat, gasping as he looked around. And on another part of town, Danielle Tyler gasped as she sat up straight. She was in the parking lot of Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. She winced as she looked down, her skin burning from the travel. She yelped, slapping at her arms and her clothes that were still burning away.

They were back. They had made it back.

Scott moved to shut the tunnel door. They had to come up with a new plan. As it was almost shut, Liam Dunbar got in the way.

"There's something you need to see."

Kennedy turned around, confused. "You're still here." Scott said, surprised.

"But everyone else is gone." Liam replies. "All of them. They're all gone. You have to come with me."

Scott stepped closer. "What is it?"

The younger beta stuttered. "I can't explain it. I have to show you."

Kennedy stood up straight. "I'm coming with you." She blurted. She didn't give anyone a chance to say anything before she walked out of the door, standing next to Liam.

Scott stuttered. He knew better. "Uh, all right." He turned his head to the other two girls. "You guys stay here. Just in case."

"In case Stiles or Danielle come back?" Malia asks, confused.

"If there's any hope, you need to keep trying." Scott explains. Kennedy clenched her jaw as she turned away, following Liam. Scott slammed the tunnel door shut.

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Kennedy looked around the Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. It was dark, lights flickering. The place destroyed. The strangest part was the train tracks going through the center of it. And the train stop schedule behind the front desk.

"This is happening everywhere?" Asks Scott.

"Here, the school lacrosse field." Liam listed off. The three of them began to walk through the hall, along the track.

Kennedy shook her head, "What does this mean?" She asked softly, looking up at her friends. The three of them looked at the arrivals. Beacon Hills was at the top of the list.

"It means," They looked back, seeing Garrett Douglas's standing down the hall. He smirked wickedly. "It's working."

Kennedy looked at him, clenching her jaw in frustration. "You couldn't have gone through the portal and stayed there?" She asked bitterly.

Douglas's eyes turned green. He snarled and bared his teeth as he let out a loud roar. Liam, Kennedy, and Scott all snarled back. Kennedy's eyes flickered blue.

"He can't take all of us." Liam says.

"No way." Scott replied.

Douglas stared at them all. "Hollenhund." He called. Kennedy's eyes widen as she hears a noise behind them. Slowly, the three werewolves turn their heads to see Jordan Parrish, the hellhound version of him.

Kennedy clenched her jaw as she stumbled back. Scott moved, keeping her slightly behind him. "Parrish." He says softly. Jordan began to come closer. "Parrish, you don't wanna do this. Stop!"

"The train is coming, boys. There's no stopping the Wild Hunt." Douglas says as he starts walking toward them. Kennedy looks at him, then Parrish again. "You'll make a fine Ghost Rider, Scott. And I'll have a true Alpha and his his Partenaire Lycan by my side." Kennedy and Scott looked at each other. Jordan let out a growl, causing the girl to gasp as she jumped back. "And then a Banshee, a were-coyote,"

"A Stiles."

"A what?"

Garrett Douglas barely has time to register it as a figure comes from behind a door, smacking him with a baseball bat. The three werewolves's eyes widen as they stare at Stiles Stilinski. Their human best friend. The boy they had forgotten. Kennedy's heart falters, her eyes wide. He was there. He was really there.

He looks up at them, "Bad guy, right? I didn't misread that?" Stiles looks down as the man begins to get up. "Oh, god," Scott quickly grabs hold of Jordan Parrish, using the hellhounds as a weapon as he throws him towards the lion-man. Stiles ducks out of the way as the two tumble to the ground.

Stiles looks over, his eyes landing on the girl in the middle of it all. She stared at him. He was there. She was really seeing him in real time. There was no faceless memories, no visions. No drawings. No pictures or words in a diary. This was real. Stiles Stilinski was real.

"Kennedy?"

She broke into a sprint.

Arms wrapped around her waist as she ran into him with full force. His scent overwhelmed her in the most comforting ways. In ways she didn't know she needed. His touch felt so familiar. So right. The way his hands gripped her tightly, as if she'd be ripped away again if he let go. She blinked her tears away, holding onto him tightly.

Stiles pulled away first, his hands cupping her face. She was there. He had found her. The girl he'd loved his whole life. He smiled. And instantly, he pulled her in. And it was like nothing mattered anymore. As he kissed her again, the world fell away. This was what it was all about. This was all he'd ever wanted.

Their tears mixed into the kiss, leaving a salty taste on their lips. But they didn't care. Quickly Stiles's hands grabbed her tighter. Kennedy's fingers raked through his hair as she remembered every piece of him. She pulled away, staring up at him.

"It's really you."

"It's really me."

Scott stood there, eyes wide. His best friend. The person who'd been there with him since the beginning of it all. Stiles pulled away from his girlfriend, stumbling over train tracks as he rushed to hug his best friend. No, his brother.

Stiles sighed in relief, "Oh, man. It's so good to see you." He said as he clutched onto him. He opened his arm, waving Kennedy over. "Oh my god, I've missed you guys." Kennedy joined in the hug.

The Three Muskateers, back at it again.

As they look at this, another figure is behind them. They all turn around to see a girl with darker skin and pink hair. "Dani?" Scott asked, her face instantly snapping all of their lost memories into place. She grins, happy to see some familiar faces.

"Oh, thank god," Danielle exasperated, pushing to hug Kennedy. Kennedy's face lit up even brighter, if that was possible. The two girls hugged each other tightly.

Liam looked over, nudging them. "Hey, hey, hey!"

"Liam! It's so good to see you too!" Stiles shouted as he moved to hug the Dunbar. Scott moved around them to hug Danielle. Kennedy smiled, sniffling as she wiped her tears away.

Liam grunted. "Yeah, no, yeah! It's great to see you, Stiles. But, uh," He pouted behind them, causing the group to look back. Douglas and Parrish stood by each other, the hellhound flaming in shades of orange and green.

Stiles reached for Kennedy, their fingers linking together. "Okay. Yeah, we should go." He turns, "Go, go, go!" He ushers as the five of them run away from the flames. He looks back as he does, looking over at Kennedy. "Oh, I have not missed running for my life. Nope!"

The five of them rushed to another level of the hospital. Part of it didn't feel real. Danielle and Stiles were back. They were real. They remembered everything! It had worked! "Dani, how did you get here?" Kennedy asks as she looks over.

"Your mom told me to go with Stiles. She said you and Lydia remembered me." Danielle explained as she shrugged. Kennedy's eyes softened at the mention of her mom. "She's okay. She's with Sheriff Stilinski."

The group rounds a corner, Stiles walking into an empty hospital room. "Can't believe I'm gone a couple days, the whole place falls apart."

Kennedy and Scott look at each other. Their guilt is still there. "No, you were gone for three months."

Stiles stumbled out of the room, looking between them. "I was," He stutters, looking between them. "What?" He shakes his head as he moves to the next room. He remembers everything. What Danielle had told him. What Sloane said. The curse. He couldn't bring it up, not right now. "Okay, if they don't let me graduate, I swear to God,"

"What are you looking for?" Danielle asks in confusion.

"This!" Stiles walks out with a large tank. The group all look down. Liquid Nitrogen. As he looks up, he nods. "And him." Parrish is approaching them, covered in fire. Kennedy's eyes widen as she looks at the hellhound. "Grab him." Liam and Scott rush forward. "Kenny, get behind me."

She turns to him, confused. "I'll be fine." She says. Danielle and Stiles shared knowing looks. Sloane was right. Kennedy didn't know.

"Just listen to him," Danielle hissed, grabbing Kennedy and pulling the girl with her. The two of them stood behind Stiles whilst the two werewolves grabbed Parrish's arms. The wall shook as Parrosh was slammed into it. Stiles triggered the hose, liquid nitrogen spraying out rapidly at their hellhound friend. Kennedy and Danielle watched in surprise as the green and orange flames slowly began to diminish.

As Jordan slid to the ground, Stiles dropped the hose. Liam jumped back, yelling and swatting at himself. Stiles looked at him. "Liam, you're fine."

"God, that doesn't feel good. You know?"

Slowly, Parrish looked up at them. The real Jordan Parrish. "Stiles? What are you doing here?"

"Buddy, love you, but we're way past that, okay? You gotta fill us in. What's going on?" Stiles asked. Kennedy and Danielle walked closer, Stiles reaching for his girlfriend instantly.

Jordan sighed as he looked down. "Douglas, he's merging the worlds so the Ghost Riders can cross over." As he tried pushing himself up, Scott and Liam started to help him. Jordan was covered in soot and dirt.

Liam nods, "He wants his supernatural army in our world."

"How do we stop him?" Scott asks.

"The train. It's coming."

The group all look towards the sign on the wall. Beacon Hills at the top of the arrivals list. Kennedy sighs slowly. "Okay, and how do we stop the train?" She asks.

Jordan looked at the girl. "You can't stop it. But you can divert it." He says to them. Kennedy looked at her friends, knowing that was the only idea they had.

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The tracks were all over the town. The group of five wondered towards the school, looking down at the tracks as they did. There was a lot that needed to be said, things that didn't have the right time. Things has been different the last three months. Was it so easy to go back to normal?

"Okay, how the hell do you merge worlds?" Blurted Stiles. "Okay, nowhere in the manual does it say werewolves can do that. And Scott, Kennedy, and I pretty much wrote the manual."

Scott shook his head. "We can't even move between them, all right?" He gestures to his friend. "Look what it took to break you out."

Behind them, Liam spoke up. "We can't move between worlds." The group came to a slow stop. "But Corey can. He can exist in both worlds." Stiles stood there, confused.

"And he can take people with him." Scott says.

Kennedy nods slowly. "Yeah." She looks over at Stiles, who remains lost. "At a party at Scott's house, Corey pulled a Ghost Rider into our world." She explains.

"You had a party without me?"

"At the lacrosse game he brought us into theirs." Scott adds onto Kennedy's statement, ignoring Stiles's offended stare.

Liam shakes his head. "What if that's how Douglas is doing it? What if Corey's the key?"

"Poor Corey," Kennedy mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

Stiles raises a brow. "Interesting theory, okay? Solid logic. It is, but he's in there and we're out here." He explains as he waves his hands. "So the only way to save everyone now is to just divert the train."

"We have to find him."

Danielle shrugged her shoulders. "How?"

Liam looked at them all in thought, "I'm going into the Hunt." He declared.

"No, no, no. Liam, I think you're confused." Stiles says softly, walking over. "We're trying to get people out of the Hunt."

"He can get taken by a Ghost Rider." Scott suggests.

Stiles shakes his head. "It's just, that's not a pleasant option. I'm speaking from experience." He says as he looks at the others.

"Then I'll do it." Kennedy suggests. "My moms there-"

"You are the last person to do it." Stiles cut her off, pointing. Kennedy frowned in confusion.

The beta werewolf speaks up, stuttering. "I don't need to get taken to get into the Hunt." He says.

"Okay. Seems like you got an idea, let's discuss-" As Stiles is talking, Liam runs past him. He turns, the four older teens watching as Liam sprints off. "Where are you going!?"

"I'll be back!"

Danielle looks over, "I'll follow him." She suggests. Kennedy and Stiles stutter in protest, but the pink haired werecoyote is already off.

Stiles watches, pointing his finger. "Were we like that?" He asks, looking towards Scott and Kennedy.

The two others look at each other before looking at the human. "Worse." They say in sync.

Stiles sighs as he looks back and forth. Kennedy bites her lip, speaking up. "Stiles, we have to tell you something." She says. Scott looks over in surprise. Kennedy didn't want it to feel like she was lying. Not to Stiles. "When you were gone—"

"I know." Stiles says. Kennedy and Scott freeze. "Danielle told me. Your mom had a vision." He explains as he looks between them. He could see the sadness, the guilt. The way they cared for him. "I'm not," He struggled to find the words. "Happy about it. But it's not your fault, okay? Neither of you knew anything. It's those," He scrunched his face as he pointed at the tracks. "Ghost Riders that did that." He looked between them both. Of course it sucked. It hurt. But he couldn't blame them. Not when their entire memories had been messed up by what happened. He stepped closer to Kennedy, taking her hand in his. "It's not your fault."

The three of them all looked at each other, smiling softly. Stiles swallowed thickly as he realized there was a major piece of this they didn't know. Something he had come to terms with. and something that would make them feel worse. Was this the time? He wondered this as he watched their bodies relax. When was it ever the time?

Scott looked at either side of the train tracks. "We just have to follow the tracks?" He asks.

Stiles kept an arm around Kennedy, shaking his head. "Yeah, well." He points one way. "Those lead into the woods." He turns. "This way back into school."

Scott sighed. "You wanna split up?" He asks. Kennedy stands between them, looking at them both.

"Never again."

"Thank God."

Liam and Danielle ran up the stairs on the outside school, overlooking a yard below. Danielle sighed, "What's the plan?" She asks. Liam looks down, the two of them looking at a horse.

Liam gripped the banister. "I hate horses." He muttered.

"Okay, so you're going to get on that and ride into the Hunt, I'm going to stay back and look for Lydia and Malia." Danielle explained, looking up. Liam nodded. "We are so gonna die."

Ignoring her statement, Liam pressed his foot into the wired banister. "Nice horse," He says awkwardly. Before either of them can really do anything, an arm wraps around Liam's neck and pulls him backwards. Danielle gasps as it grabs her. A Ghost Rider struggles as it tries to hold them both.

A third figure comes in. Its claws slice through the back of the Ghost Rider. Danielle gasps as she falls back, Liam crawling away as he coughs for air. Danielle whips around, grabbing onto the banister to lift herself into the air and kick the Ghost Rider back. She stands up straight as she looks at the third person.

"Theo?"

Liam looks up in amazement. "Hey, you made it out!"

"Yeah, barely!" Theo grunts out as his arms wrap around the Ghost Riders neck. "What's the plan?"

"Steal the horse and get to the Hunt." Liam and Dani say at the same time.

Theo looks at them. "You're kidding, right? I went through all this trouble to keep you from being taken." He snaps.

Danielle scrunches her face. "Do you need help?" She asks awkwardly

"I'm good." Liam and Danielle wince at the sound of something cracking in the Ghost Riders body. Theo turns to Liam, panting. "The go already! Go!"

Danielle stumbled back, letting Liam have a free running start as he jumped over the banister. She leans over, watching in amazement as Liam lands on the back of the horse. Theo lets go of the Ghost Rider. Dani whips around, slashing her claws at the creature. The two of them push and kick, the rider falling to the ground. They looked back at Liam.

"You know how to ride a horse?" Theo called outs

"Not really." The two of them snicker, watching as Liam and the horse ran off into the fog. Danielle sighed, shaking her head as she looked around.

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Stiles looked over at Kennedy. She was so normal. So blissfully unaware of the truth behind what the Ghost Riders had done. He felt guilty for not telling her. But he couldn't. Not in a time like this.

The three of them stumbled as they stood behind a tree. They looked ahead. In front of them was the railroad switch. Scott shook his head. "It can't be this easy."

"Yes, it can, Scott." Stiles says as his friend looks at him. "It can be this easy. For once, let's do easy."

Kennedy looks over. "Okay, I'll do it."

"No, no you can't." Stiles says. The werewolves look over in confusion. Stiles stutters in alarm. "This isn't the time to tell you guys."

"Tell us what?" Scott asked, confused.

Stiles inhales, ready to talk, but when he tries nothing comes out. He looks at them both, knowing that the truth was only going to complicate things more. But they had to know. They had to know the full picture. "Sloane told Dani and I about this curse." He starts, looking between them both. "There was this Theroux who was cheating on her husband with his best friends and she gave birth to twins. One daughter was from the husband, the other was from the best friend."

Kennedy tried to think of any mention of this story, but nothing came to mind. Sloane knew a lot about the Theroux bloodline, but finding books or journals was hard to come by. "The husband cursed the entire family. Whenever there would infidelity in the Theroux bloodline, they would pay their dues by birthing twins, one from each father." He explains. Stiles could tell they didn't understand. "The twins would destroy each other. The original twins were the last druids in the Theroux family. It's why Kennedy's relatives are all seers."

Scott shook his head, "But what do the seers and these twins have to do with Ghost Riders?" He asks, looking at his friend in blatant confusion. Stiles adjusted his feet, unable to stay still as he looks at them both.

"Kennedy's pregnant."

The words hung in the air for a moment. Everyone could feel their stomachs drop. Their hearts pause. Their blood run cold. It was like everything was on a stand still. Like what he had said wasn't real.

Kennedy scoffed, smiling as she shook her head. "What? No, I'm not." She says.

"Your mom had a vision." Stiles says. Kennedy looks at him, her smile faltering. "When the Ghost Riders erased me, they replaced you and Scott together. There's no rules in the Theroux curse."

Scott shook his head. He struggled to wrap his head around the idea. "But if the curse is real, and Kennedy's—"

"She's pregnant with miracle twins. And one of them is yours."

Kennedy suddenly felt like throwing up.

Because seriously, what in the twilight fan-fiction is this?

Scott's face paled as he looked at her. Kennedy shook her head. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. Curses and seers and druids and twins and ghost riders. It was all too much. Kennedy choked on air as she tried to hold back the overwhelming tears.

"Are you sure?" Scott asks softly. He looks up at his best friend. He didn't want it to be true. Scott had already felt so much guilt for what the Ghost Riders did. This would feel so much worse.

Stiles grimaced, looking over at Kennedy. "Listen." He says. The two werewolves frown. "Listen." Kennedy and Scott look at each other, finally catching on to what he meant. Kennedy almost didn't want to. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she slowly looked down, focusing her hearing on herself.

Scott stepped closer, listening. He could hear Kennedy's heartbeat. The outrageous speed from nerves and adrenaline. There's a moment, a long moment before he hears it. Another heartbeat. And another. They're outrageously fast. Different than Kennedy's. Scott looked up, his eyes wide with tears as he looked between them both.

This was real.

Unfortunately.

Kennedy didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to do. She looked back and forth as she reeled over it. Tears rolled down her face. She looked at Stiles. "I'm so sorry," She whispered.

Stiles shook his head at her, stepping close. "Kennedy, it's not your fault." He assures her. His hands cup her face, gently holding her. "It's okay." Kennedy didn't know if she believed him. He looks over, the switch still there. "Let's let this one thing be easy."

They watch as Stiles climbed over the tree. Kennedy and Scott share looks, sighing as they follow. Kennedy rushes forwards, just behind her boyfriend. As Stiles reaches for the switch, a rope wraps around his wrist. Kennedy gasps, freezing. "Oh, god." He mutters before falling backwards. "Or not."

Kennedy looks up, seeing Douglas holding one of the ropes. Just as she reaches for Stiles, he snaps it back. Kennedy gasps out, watching as Stiles disappears into green smoke. She choked on air, looking up in terror. Her and Scott watched as Douglas aimed a gun. She almost swore before a bullet rang through the air.

She grunted out in pain as she landed on the floor. Her head smacked against tile. She groaned, rolling onto her back as she opened her eyes. She was in a classroom. She shot up in confusion, looking around. She was in Coach's classroom. She scrunched her face in discomfort, aching as she grabbed his desk, pulling herself to her feet. She looked around. There was too much happening too fast. How was she supposed to get through this?

Her throat burned. She slowly looked down. She couldn't believe it. She was pregnant. And if Stiles was right, and if this curse that had no exceptions to Ghost Riders was true, she was pregnant with twins. One of them, was Stiles's, and the other was Scott's. As her memories of Stiles had came back, long gone were the feelings that she had for Scott. Feelings she, at one point, thought were real. But they weren't. As guilty as she felt, she didn't love Scott. That was her best friend. And now? Now things were so much more complicated.

Kennedy sighed out as she looked around. She didn't have much time. She had to find Scott or Stiles. They had to find a way to stop the diverter.

The library was a disaster.

Malia Tate ran with Lydia Martin. The two of them looked up as a Ghost Rider held up its lasso. The Tate was quick, pushing her friend out of the way as the lasso whipped into her arm.

Peter Hale, back and in the flesh, turned around at the sound of his daughter in pain. "Malia!" He yelled out. The sound of a roar causes everyone to look. Kennedy Hale runs into the room, eyes flickering blue as she kicked back one of the Ghost Riders. She landed next to her dad, looking up at him. "Bunny," He says softly. Kennedy stands up, looking back at Lydia and Malia.

She runs to them, kneeling down. She looks at Malias wound, turning around to see Peter fighting off the Ghost Riders alone. When he is flipped on to his back, the girls stumble back in surprise.

"Go!" He yells.

Kennedy turns to them. "Come on!" She shouts. She grabs hold of her friends, tugging them along. She looks back repeatedly, but she doesn't run after her father. She can't now.

As Lydia runs out the door, she looks back at Kennedy and Malia. Malia holds her sisters hand, looking over. Kennedy doesn't have to say anything. The sisters part ways. Kennedy runs after Lydia, and Malia roars as she runs to help their dad.

"Kennedy," Lydia breathes. "Where have you—"

"I need to find Stiles, okay?" She says. Lydia blinked, "He's here. He's really here." Kennedy beamed as she laughed with joy. She looked at Lydia, "Dani's here."

Lydia almost couldn't believe it. Her mouth hung open in surprise as she shook her head slowly. Was this a joke? The two of them look down hallways. Lydia frowned, her eyebrows knitting together as a feeling comes over her. A feeling that Kennedy was right. Danielle was back. And she knew how to find her.
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Kennedy turned, opening a door. Lydia gasped as a familiar green bright light swarmed over Kennedy. Suddenly, her friend was gone.

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Danielle Tyler grunted as she landed on the floor of the gymnasium. She ducked her head as a Ghost Rider shot its gun. Her yellow eyes glowing as she let out a low growl. She jumped high in the air, turning her body in unnatural ways as she dodged. She snarled, kicking the rider back as he stumbled. She had lost Theo a while back, the two of them fighting off Ghost Riders and ending up in various rifts.

A lasso wrapped around her wrist. She gasped out in pain as she looked behind her. On the other side, a Ghost Rider had another. She growled out again as the second rope bit into her skin. For the first time ever, fear flashed over Danielle's face as she looked between them. She wasn't cut out for this.

Just as she's ready for whatever is about it to happen, a loud scream floods her ears.

Danielle's eyes snap open as she watches the Ghost Riders fling against the gymnasium walls. Their lassos fall to the ground, and Danielle stumbles forward. She looks up at the gym doors, a familiar redheaded banshee standing at the entrance.

As the Ghost Riders drop, Lydia Martin runs forward. Danielle jogs over, the two of them meeting in the middle. "I didn't say it back." Lydia whispered.

A smile etched onto the werecoyote face. She shook her head. "You don't have to."

Their lips connected instantly. Lydia's tears of relief knowing that Danielle Tyler was really back. Danielle held her, her dream finally coming true. She could feel Lydia's hands on her face. The metal of her own charm bracelet. Dani's grip tightened as she kissed the girl of her dreams like she'd die if she let go.

Stiles Stilinski grunted out as he fell into the lockers in the boys locker room. He's ran into Scott a few times, but no sign of Kennedy. He grunted as he pulled himself up. He needed to get back to the diverter.

He rushed to the door, swinging it open. To his misfortune, a Ghost Rider stood on the other side. Stiles's eyes widen in alarm as he grabbed the riders arm. The two of them struggled, a gun shot dining out in his ears. 

But Stiles wasn't supernatural. He didn't have powers. He was human. And it took moments for the Ghost Rider to shove him back harshly. "Scott, I can't fight this guy!" Stiles yelled out, backing away. A gunshot fired, and he ducks. Stiles stumbles between two rows of lacrosse lockers, over benches, looking up to the Ghost Rider. It's soulless black eyes. Its face which has lost all remnants of whoever it once was.

As the gun raised, he froze. Stiles looked down the barrel of the gun of a supernatural creature. This was it. He sucked in a slow, nervous breath. He closed his eyes, bracing for impact. Hopefully it wouldn't hurt, he thought.

BANG.

Stiles's eyes shut tighter. It took a moment before he realized he wasn't shot. One eye opened, and there was nothing there. He opened both, turning to see the Ghost Rider pinned against the locker by what looked like nothing. He turned his head. Kennedy Hale stood at the entrance of the locker room, holding out a hand as she glared down the creature.

She took slow steps forward, tilting her head as it snapped the Ghost Riders. Her hand curled into a first, and Stiles watches as blood began to pool from underneath the creature. It slowly faded into nothing but green smoke. Like it was never there. He didn't know what she had done, but it was dead.

Stiles looked up, relieved to see her. "Ken," He breathed. Kennedy rushes forwards, hugging him tightly. Stiles closes his eyes as he clutches onto the girl he loves more than life itself. She held on to him just as tight, her body shaking as she tried to comprehend everything that had happened Stiles cupped the back of her head, holding her close.

They were just kids, why did they have to do this? Why were they the ones saving the world? Why were they the ones cursed by the supernatural, one way or another? It all seemed so unfair. So non sensical. Like this was all just some stupid scheme.

He held her face in his hands. He looked at her with this genuine softness. This undying love that seemed to fight through everything, even the Ghost Riders. Kennedy smiled at him. She had missed him so much. A piece of her had been missing for months and now that it was back, she almost felt complete again.

She watched as he looked down at the ground. He was contemplating. Kennedy's expression changed to one of concern. Was he hurt? Was he upset? Their relationship had its biggest hurdle yet in this moment. Kennedy was pregnant with his child. Kennedy was pregnant with his best friends child. And the idea of that made him sick. But he knew. He knew that this was all some game to the Ghost Riders. To Douglas. He knew that these were unforeseen circumstances. He just didn't know why he had to pay the price.

When he looked up at her again, he melted. The girl of his dreams. His best friend since he was ten years old. The girl who'd believed him when nobody else did. The girl who saved him time and time again. She was willing to follow him blindly through just about anything. And he'd do the same for her. No matter the trials and tribulations the two of them had seemingly always fell back together like puzzle pieces.

"Marry me."

They both seemed equally taken aback at Stiles's words. Kennedy blinked at him, her mouth falling open as she looked at him. Was he joking? For a moment, no around came out. Her eyes flicking back and forth until all she could say was, "What?"

His hands move away from her face. She follows his gaze as he pulled his flannel open. On the inside, was a poorly stitched pocket made of old fabric and duct tape. She watches as he pulls out a small velvet box. Her eyes widen as she looks at it. She knew what that was. She looked back up at him, trying to tell if this was all some sick joke. She'd never seen him look so serious in her life.

"I, uh, I think I've been in love with you since before I really knew what love was." Stiles begins. He moves to hold her hands. They always fit in his so perfectly. "You have been the most amazing best friend since we were ten years old. You were there when my mom got bad. You were there for every bad school day. Every bad idea. You were there for me when you never had to be." He swallowed thickly. His eyes were glossy. "And you've been the most loyal, kind, determined, stubborn, badass werewolf I've ever met." They both laugh through their tears. It was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. "And you're the love of my life. And I've known it since the day I met you. Since the day you met my mom. You remember what she said?"

Kennedy smiled softly. She shook her head, her face covered with tears. "No," She breathed out. That felt so long ago. Eight years and some change. They'd known each other for eight years.

"It was right before she got bad. It was one of her last good days." Stiles says as he looks her over. "I brought you in to meet my mom. You were waiting for Ben to come get you." His hand tightened in hers, looking for comfort as he spoke. "My mom said you were the kindest girl she'd ever met. Then asked you to take good care of me while she's in the hospital. I have a tendency to cause trouble."

"Mischief," Kennedy corrected, smiling faintly.

Stiles nodded. "You've been taking care of me since we were kids. You've been taking care of all of us." He looked her over as he stepped closer. "And I want to spend the rest of my life with you, taking care of each other." Kennedy sucked in a breath, her body shaking as she looked down at the velvet box between them. Stiles opened the box, the two of them staring down at the ring. The diamond shimmered in the moonlight. Her hand clasped over her mouth as she looked at it in amazement. "Kennedy Dawn Hale," She watched as Stiles looked at her, slowly sinking down onto one knee. She almost couldn't believe it as real. "Will you marry me?"

She couldn't think. All she could do was laugh in surprise and wipe at her tears. She sobbed, smiling as she looked at him. "Yes, of course," She threw her hands up as she sunk down to meet him. Their lips connected, sparks flying like they always did. They were truly it for each other. They knew that more than anything else. Her hands framed his face perfectly as she kissed him. Every ounce of love she had for him pouring out.

They looked down, laughing softly as Stiles took her hand. She sniffled, trying her hardest not to cry as he put the ring on her finger. It fit just right. She looked up at him again, bringing him close as she kissed him again.

The sound of foot steps caused them to spin around. Lydia and Danielle stood at the door, their eyes wide as they looked between them. "Thank god," Lydia sighs as she sees that they're both okay. "We need to go."

Kennedy stood up, Stiles behind her. "We need to find Scott." She says. "Where's Malia and Peter?"

"I have no idea." Muttered Lydia. "Come on."

As the four of them started walking through the school, Kennedy looked in the direction of another hallway. Her eyes widen as she looks at a Ghost Rider, aiming its gun at Stiles. Danielle turned her head just as Kennedy shoved the human boy harshly. Lydia and Danielle stumbled, grabbing on to him as Kennedy faces the Ghost Rider.

A gunshot rings through the air, and Kennedy is gone.

Stiles blinks, watching the green smoke overtake where his girlfriend— fiancé once was. Lydia and Danielle tugged him, pulling him harshly. He yelled her name, waiting for her to appear. But she didn't. He stumbled and slid as the two girls pulled him along.

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Scott McCall walked along the wood like again. He was close to the switch. He almost would've ran if it hadn't been for the green rift that had opened up in front of him, a familiar girl landing at his feet.

"Kennedy," He breathed, sinking to the ground to grab her. Kennedy coughed out, shaking her head wildly as she looked around.

"God, I hate these guys!" She shouted in frustration. She looked up, grabbing Scott's hands as he pulled her up. She looked around, taking in her surroundings. Her hands raked through her hair. They were in the woods now. She saw the train tracks feet away. "What's the plan?" She asked softly.

Scott shrugged his shoulders. "Don't die, get to the diverter." He listed off, looking at her. He looked at her hand, seeing the glimmer of a ring. He recognized it instantly. Stiles had gotten her that ring. Scott had been there.

Kennedy looked up at him, pressing her lips into a line. She sucked in a breath, "We got this," She says, reaching out. Scott looked at her hand. They'd been through it all together. As best friends. As werewolves. As alphas to a pack of their friends. And they were still standing because of that.

Scott looked at her again, a more confident look as he grabbed her hand. The two of them knew, that no matter what happened, this was what they were. They were best friends. Companions. Soulmates.

Douglas didn't even turn around when he heard them coming.

"I'd almost say you enjoy this. The pursuit of utterly futile endeavors."

"Step back from the diverter." Scott says. The two werewolves stand side by side, as they had many times over the years. "Or I'll make you step back."

Douglas chuckled, turning his body to face them both. "Now that's the German way of doing things." He hummed lowly. "You would've made an excellent Nazi youth."

Kennedy shrugged. "My adopted mom was jewish, so," She muttered, raising a brow.

"Maybe you didn't hear me." Scott says to Douglas, staring him down. "I said step back."

Douglas snaps his head, his face contorting. Animalistic, his eyes turned green and his teeth turned into fangs. He growled at them both, standing tall. "And maybe you didn't hear me." He roars.

Scott and Kennedy's eyes change. They stand side by side as Scott lets out a loud roar. The two of them bare their fangs, seething. Kennedy's eyes, now a bright blue. But that didn't matter anymore. Not to them. Alpha or no alpha, Kennedy was his companion. His Partenaire Lycan.

Around them, the Ghost Riders began emerging from the fog. Tens, maybe even pushing a hundred. Scott and Kennedy looked around, flicking their claws at they let out low threatening sounds. Maybe Douglas thought they would stand down. But they didn't. The two of them looked around, looked at each other.

Maybe it was to a fault, their loyalty. The way they'd trust each other with every instinct, every part of themselves. Their faith in each other.

"Unbelievable." Douglas scoffed. He stepped towards them. "Even in the face of insurmountable odds. I don't know if it's suicide or stupidity."

Scott shrugged his head. "Maybe both." He says, looking over. "Either way, we're getting to that diverter."

"You of all people, Scott, should know what happens to a lone wolf." Douglas looked at the girl next to him. "Because we both know your pregnant wolf won't be of much help." Kennedy clenched her jaw, standing up straight.

"They're not alone!"

Kennedy and Scott turned around, seeing Theo Raeken. His shirt was torn up, and his hair was a mess. He walked closer. "He's got a pack."

Malia stepped around the tree. "And Theo's not in it." Malia deadpanned. She looked over at her sister, who's eyes widen in surprise. "But I am."

Peter Hale stands next to her, raising a brow. "I'm not in the pack." He says, shaking his head.

"Neither am I." Kennedy and Scott watch as Sloane Valet stands next to her husband. The woman looks around, a smirk on her face as she speaks. "But nobody likes a Nazi."

Kennedy let out a breath. "Mom?" She whispered. Douglas roars as he slashes his claws through the air. Kennedy whips around, her eyes turning blue as she runs at the first Ghost Rider.

Sloane Valet's eyes turn red as she runs. Ghost Riders gunshots rang through the air. Sloane moves with quickness and agility, her speed giving her an advantage to jump through the air and slash through the first one's face. Malia Tate fought to her side, dodging attacks and hitting them harshly.

Peter snarled as he kicks a Ghost Rider into another. He whipped his head around as Sloane jumps next to him, attacking. He looked at her. "I've missed you." He breathes. Sloane throws a Ghost Rider to the side, turning to face him.

Kennedy fell into the ground, gasping out as she looked up. The Ghost Rider had her against a tree. She scrunched her face as she looked at him. She choked out for air as she looked up. His hands wrap around her throat. She swallowed, but it was damn near impossible.

Douglas kicked Scott down. "Your friends are no match for the Wild Hunt." He called out. He held out his arms. "There are too many of us and too few of you." Scott looked up, scrambling to his feet to fight back.

Kennedy's eyes flickered white. With a wave of her hand, the Ghost Rider flies backwards, tumbling into others. She coughed on air, stumbling forwards as she looked up. She looked coed, Scott and the others fighting back. She looked ahead, seeing the train track.

She skidded into the dirt, running. "Malia!" She yelled out. As Malia looked ahead, she got a running start as she flipped through the air. Kennedy snarled as she slashed her claws, kicking a Ghost Rider back as Malia landed on the other side.

Malia grabs a Ghost Riders arm, tugging him to the side as she grabs hold of his lasso. Kennedy turns, waving her arm to send the Ghost Rider back. A bright light causes the sisters to look back. The train was coming. Malia looks over, throwing the lasso in the air.

Kennedy grabs it, running. Douglas shouts as he gets off the ground. Scott, thinking quick, lunges in the air. The two of them crash into the hard ground. Douglas snarled in frustration. Kennedy's eyes turn blue, starting to flicker different shades.

Theo Raeken looked up from the ground, blood slipping from his lips. He breathed out in realization. "Oh my, God." He whispered.

The rope cracks through the cold air as it wraps around the diverter switch. She seethes, her eyes flickering. Blue. Hazel. Gold. Red. Hazel. Blue. Red. Hazel. Gold. Blue. She let out a roar as she pulled the rope. Hard. As the level pulled back, Kennedy's glowing blue eyes began to fade into a vibrant red.

The train tracks slowly shift. Scott is on his feet, staring in amazement. The group watches as the train takes a separate turn, heading a different direction than Beacon Hills. Kennedy stumbles back, breathing heavily. Peter Hale looks up from the ground. Sloane is near by, rolling on to her back in pain. They had done it. They had saved the town.

Malia ran over. Douglas was grunting out in frustration. "You missed your train." She commented. Scott looked over at Kennedy, who smiled faintly. He looked up, letting out a loud roar throughout the town. He was signaling to Liam and the others.

Sloane and Peter stood up, looking around as the Ghost Riders surrounded them. Sloane turned her head. "Mom?" Kennedy called out. Sloane ran over, wrapping her arms around her daughter tightly.

Kennedy sobbed out as she hugged her mom tightly. She felt her mom's fingers in her hair. Sloane shushed her daughter, looking up to see Peter looking at them with a soft, longing look. Sloane sighed in relief. "I can't believe it, Bunny." She whispered, kissing her daughter's head.

Ghost Riders surrounded them. Their guns aiming at the werewolves. Theo looked around, his lips stained from blood. Garrett Douglas glared at them all. Kennedy pulled away from her mom. She held on tightly.

Lightning rumbled above them. Scott looked up. The clouds moved rapidly. The storm was moving. The Wild Hunt was ending. Sloane pulled her daughter closer as she watched the Ghost Riders lower their weapons. Kennedy looked around, stepping away from her mom.

Douglas watched the Ghost Riders turn away. They all started walking past him, ignoring the supernatural creatures. "Where are you going?" He snapped. "Stop." Kennedy walked closer, clenching her jaw. "Zuruckkomen."

"They don't work for you." Kennedy says, straightening her posture. Douglas looked at her with a crazed look. "They're not your soldiers."

The lion-man snarled in anger. He turned to the Ghost Riders. "Come back and kill them! Tote sie!"

"Yeah, call your army back." Theo called out. Douglas looked at the chimera. "Or don't they listen to you?"

Douglas flared. "I am your leader. Ich bin swim Anfuhrer!" He shouted. "Obey me! Gehorcht mir!" The Ghost Riders come to a stop. Scott reached forward, pulling Kennedy behind him. The clan of riders turned in sync, an eerie sight. Sloane looked over at Malia, who seemed unsure but ready for anything. "Kill them." Douglas turned to the werewolves that had defeated him. "All of them."

Scott's eyes flicker with panic. "Ken, run."

"I'm not leaving you."

The group huddled closer as they looked ahead. Douglas smirked. "Tote sie. Tote sie." He waits for the riders to attack them, but they never do. Everyone falters in confusion as the Ghost Riders begin to surround the blond löwenmensch.

Peter smirked behind his daughter. "Riders don't bow." He says. "They have no leader."

Lightning crackled above them. Douglas looked at his hands as he watched himself began to change. He had gloves, his skin was decaying. Kennedy scrunched her face as the man slowly turned into one of them. A Ghost Rider. All that was left was the nazi symbol tied to his sleeve. But he looked just like the others. A pale decayed face, black pits for eyes, no mouth. He let out a screech. The lightning crackling around them until suddenly, they weren't there.

Kennedy and her friends looked up into the sky as the clouds above began to rapidly move away. The Riders of the storm were gone, heading off to wherever they were meant to be next.

Kennedy turned her head, looking at the others. They had done it, she realized. They had stopped Garrett Douglas and the Ghost Riders. Beacon Hills was saved. Everyone was back.

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Beacon Hills had fallen into place the way it always did. Like nobody knew what had happened. There were no train tracks or peculiar Ghost Riders. People returned to their lives as if everything had been the same.

And so did the rest of the school year. Stiles and Dani struggled with the catch up, but the perk of dating the two smartest girls in school? It made it a lot easier. Lots of studying double-dates, lots of notes, and lots of falling asleep at tables in the library. Regardless, it all worked out. Danielle and Stiles passed their finals with ease and relatively good grades.

As the school bell rang, Kennedy smiled wide as she reached for her books. "Have a great summer, everyone." Mr. Croft says.

In the seat behind her, Stiles shook his head. "No." He blurted.

"To the Seniors, I'll see you at graduation."

Scott turned to Lydia's desk, tapping it excitedly. Danielle and Kennedy looked at each other, giggling as they high-fived. Stiles looked around as students began to grab their things. "No, no, no, no. That's it? What?" He looked over at his friends.

"Last day ever." Scott says with a grin.

"Well, it just feels so anti-climatic." Stiles mumbled, looking around.

Kennedy raised a brow. Lydia spoke up. "Well, there's the whole graduation thing." The banshee points out.

Malia speaks up. "I've gotta go to summer school or I can't do the whole graduation thing."

"I'll be sure to start a musical dance number in the halls." Kennedy teased, nudging Stiles's arm. "Come on,"

Stiles frowned as he watched them all gather their things. "No. Come on, wait," He slouched back in his seat as they started to head for the door. "Guys?" Everyone started heading off, disappearing to their respective paths. He watched, shaking his head. "This can't be it."

Kennedy poked her head back in the door way, smiling bright. "Hey," Stiles watched as she walked over, wearing a floral dress and heeled boots. Stiles stuttered as she pressed her lips against his, trying to keep him quiet. Stiles hummed against her, blinking repeatedly as she slowly pulled away. He reached for her hand, looking down at the ring on her finger. "Let's go grab our things." She says softly.

As Stiles stands at his locker, he stands next to Scott. His friend. His best friend. His brother. Scott looked over, exhaling as he shook his head. "I can't believe we're not in high school anymore." He says with a faint smile. "Kind of feels like nothings really changed."

The two of them look down the row of lockers. A few feet away, Kennedy laughs as Danielle looks at a small printed photo. Lydia is packing up her locker, wearing her charm bracelet Danielle had gotten her. Kennedy smiles as the two girls look down at the photo. An ultrasound of twins.

Lydia squeals as she hugs Kennedy tightly. "I'm so happy for you, Kennedy." She says softly as she holds her tight. "You're going to be a great mom."

Kennedy pulled away, "I love you, Lyds." She says. She looked between them. The banshee and the werecoyote. "I'll see you guys later, okay?" Lydia and Danielle nod, their hands connecting as Lydia shuts her locker. The two girls turn down the hall, leaving Kennedy alone to turn the other way.

She was looking at Stiles.

A small, shy smile etched onto her lips as she fiddled with the photo in her hand. The ring on her finger. She adjusted on her feet as she looked between them both.

"Everything's changed."

Outside. Kennedy and Scott scrunched their noses playfully as Stiles slams the jeep hood shut. They stood at the back, with Liam Dunbar and Mason Hewitt. The two of them were just as surprised as the rest of the pack at the revelation of the Theroux curse. Though the Ghost Riders were gone, there was still a lingering memory of them here. Especially now. But, Kennedy wouldn't let that change things more than they already had.

Neither would Scott. Neither would Stiles.

"Okay! So, Liam, since you're the new alpha—"

"I'm not an alpha." Liam cut off Stiles, leaning against the jeep.

"Right, but, you know, alpha-in-training."

Liam talked with his hands. "Well, I'd have to kill an alpha." He points out.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Liam. Since you're taking over, the most important thing you can remember is that Mason is always gonna be the one who's there to save your ass all the time." Liam and Mason looked at each other, smiling.

Scott spoke up, "Not all the time." He defends.

"Most of the time though." Stiles says. Scott and Kennedy looked at each other, almost offended. "Which is why," Stiles turned to the jeep, reaching in and pulling out a metal bat. "I think you're gonna need this."

"I don't play baseball." Mason chirps, wrapping an arm around Liam.

"Right. Neither do I. It's not the point." Stiles hands over the bat, letting Mason take it. Kennedy waves as the two younger boys start walking away. "Love you guys." Stiles calls out. He sighs, moving to the jeep again. "Alright, I leave you with this." Scott looks down to see Stiles holding out a row of duct tape. "You know, hurt her and I'll kill you."

Scott looks up at Stiles. "You sure you won't need it?" He asks.

"It's okay. Kennedy's gonna drive me to DC. She wants to help me move into my dorm, so," He looked over at the girl, who smiled softly as she reached for his hand. Scott looked at the role of tape. "You know she's going to Stanford?"

Scott looked over, "You got accepted?" Kennedy nods, and Scott beams. "Yes!" He says as his arms open wide. Kennedy laughs as Scott hugs her tightly, nearly lifting her off the ground as he does.

When she's put back on the ground, she's still smiling as she pushes her hair back. "Lydia is starting MIT as a junior." She adds.

"How does she even do that?" Stiles asks, scrunching up his face.

"She's a genius." Scott says simply. Kennedy nods, knowing he was right. They all knew that.

Stiles looks at his friend. "Real question is how'd you get into UC Davis?"

"How did you get into George Washington?"

"I don't know, your dad." Stiles says as he wraps an arm around Kennedy's shoulders. Scott raises a brow. "The, uh, big FBI pops made a call to the little pre-FBI program." He looked down at Kennedy, who smiled up at him happily.

"Pre-FBI." Scott repeats, shaking his head as he smiled. He looked between the two people he'd known the longest, looking down at the pavement as a bittersweet feeling grazed his chest. "Well, I guess we're not the same kids running around the woods looking for a body."

"No, we're not." Stiles digs into his pocket, pulling out his keys. So much had changed. They weren't three pesky teens anymore. They were werewolves. Seers. Human. They were heroes of each other stories.

Scott looked down, then up. "You know, you can keep the Jeep." He says.

Stiles shook his head. "No, I want you to have it." He says as he looks up. He hands over the keys, Scott taking them.

"Stiles. These aren't the keys to the Jeep."

"Well, that's one to your house, another to your room, one to Kennedy's house, both of them." Kennedy and Scott looked down at the key ring as Stiles spoke. "It's the master key to the school, Animal Clinic, key to the Sheriffs station." He nodded as he looked up at the McCall. "Just figured you should have all the copies I secretly made. So," Kennedy smile at him. Stiles reached into his pocket, pulling out the keys to the jeep. Stiles turned his head, looking through the jeep windows. "They still need us."

Scott and Kennedy follow his gaze. The innocent students that walked through the parking lot. All of them oblivious to the dark truths behind their town. "They'll always need us." Scott replies, looking back.

"And, you know, I," Stiles looked between them. His best friends since he was ten, even younger. The people he trusted more than anything. "I need you guys. You know that."

Scott and Kennedy looked at each other. They looked back at Stiles. "I need you guys, too." Scott says, his eyes softening.

"Well, I think it's safe to say I need both of you." Kennedy says, smiling softly at the two people who mattered most. Scott and Stiles look at her, then each other.

"I'm gonna miss you." Stiles says, his lips pursed in a line. "No, really, I need you though, uh," He looks up at Scott. "I lost my license im the Hunt. So you have to drive." Scott started laughing. Kennedy slowly face palms, putting her hand over her face.

"Your dad is the Sheriff. I'm sure he'll let it slide. You drive."

Kennedy walked around the jeep, smiling over at Stiles as he opened the door. Kennedy climbed inside, taking her designated spot in the back seat like she always did. Even when she could've taken the front, she refused. This is how it's always been, she'd say. This is how it will always be. Scott climbed into the passenger side, letting the girl take his jacket and put it on the seat beside her like always. Stiles sat in the drivers side, starting the engine. Sure, things had changed. But they hadn't, not really.

As the jeep comes to live, the familiar voice of sheriff Stilinski cuts through the radio. "Unit Four, repeat. You're telling me there's a body in the woods?"

As the radio keeps going, Scott and Stiles look at each other. Kennedy reaches forward, flicking off the switch. The three of them all sat there, sharing looks.

Their journeys started with the three of them. And they each knew their journeys would end with them. It was the Three Muskateers, their label for themselves since the Glen Capri. Three silly teenagers who wanted to look for a body in the woods. Three teenagers who trusted each other more than themselves. Scott McCall, Kennedy Hale, and Stiles Stilinski. Nothing could be better than this for any of them. At the end of it all, the three of them would stick together. They were their own pack. Best friends. Soulmates tied by an invisible string.