"Taken? W-what-?"

"Either that or he's been sleepwalking again. Look, meet Isaac and I at Stiles' house, we're on our way there now. I'll explain when I get there." He hung up and I stared at my phone for a second. Shakily, I threw it on the bed and ran over to my closet. I shrugged on a sweater, remembering how Ginny said it was one of the coldest nights of the year, and hopped around putting on jeans. The entire time I could only think about my dream. How I was stuck in that cramped space with a mummy, and Stiles was on the other side. Not to mention how he was in trouble, and how someone was in that room with him. 

Tears stung my eyes at the thought of that being Stiles' reality at the moment. Sniffling, I laced up my converse and shook my head. I needed to get a grip for Stiles' sake. Anything about me needed to be put on the back burner until he was safe and with everyone. I grabbed my phone and raced out of my room, not even bothering to turn off the lights. I ran downstairs and took one solitary healing potion just in case, and my keys and dashed out of my front door.

I ran over to the Stilinski household and the first thing I noticed was that there was no car in the driveway. No jeep, no government issued cop car, nothing. I walked up to the door to find it was unlocked and with no hesitation or knocking, I opened it.

"Stiles?" I yelled out hopefully, only to receive no response. Sighing quickly I clambered up the steps and all but burst into his room, only to find that empty as well. What was left behind was an entirely different story.

The red strings connecting the case together that was on his wall was still in tact, only with one alarming altercation. Every single string was now in some way connected to a pair of scissors that Stiles had forcefully stabbed into his mattress. It was disturbing, like he thought he was somehow connected to all of this.

I didn't get much time to think over all of what I was seeing when I heard footfall behind me. Thinking it was Scott and Isaac, I abruptly turned around. My eyebrows went up when I saw it was in fact Lydia with Aiden. Her eyes widened when she saw me.

"What are you-?"

"Scott called me saying Stiles was missing and that he would explain when he got here. What are you doing here?"

"I - I um..." Lydia looked unsure of herself as she trailed off. I grabbed her hand.

"Lydia you can talk to me. What happened that lead you here?"

"I just - I was sketching and I - the music stopped. It cut out and I heard Stiles saying to come find him. June he - he sounded terrified." My hands started to shake.

"Shit," I ran my hands through my hair and we all turned to look at Stiles' bed. Once again behind me I could hear footfall. This time it was Scott and Isaac. Scott's eyes landed on Lydia.

"How did you know, did he call you too?" Scott was rushed and I had never seen him so panicked.

"I heard it." She said.

"Don't ask, it gets more confusing when you ask," Aiden said.

"Not as confusing as this," I said, gesturing to Stiles' bed. We moved out of the way so Scott could see what he had done to his bed. I looked back at Scott and added, "He uses red for unsolved cases." 

"Maybe he thinks he's part of an unsolved case," Aiden said.

"Or is an unsolved case," Isaac said, looking around. When he suggested that, I could have sworn I saw Scott's eyes flicker with understanding.

"Hang on," Lydia started, interrupting my thoughts. "Is he still out there? You don't know where he is?"

"He said he's in an industrial basement somewhere," Scott answered.

"We came here to pick up June and get a better scent," Isaac admitted.

"Did he say anything else?" I pressed, my anxiety shooting through the roof. I was certain it was so bad that the scent of it masked Stiles' scent tenfold.

"Something's wrong with his leg," Scott told us, "It's bleeding."

"And he's freezing," Isaac added on and I let out a frustrated breath.

"Tonight's one of the coldest nights of the year," Aiden mentioned, "It's gonna drop into the twenties."

"What did his dad say?" Lydia said quietly. Scott shifted uncomfortably and I scrunched my eyebrows.

"We kind of - didn't tell him yet."

"Stiles is bleeding and freezing and you didn't call his dad?" I exclaimed, and Scott cast his gaze downward.

"He sort of asked us not to."

"And you listened? He's probably delirious from the cold!" I said as a few tears fell down my face, the stress of the situation finally settling with me.

"We can find him by scent," Scott tried to reassure me, "If - if he was sleepwalking then he couldn't have gone far, right?"

"You guys didn't notice that his jeep's gone did you?" Aiden asked as Lydia reached for her phone.

"You promised you wouldn't call his dad, I didn't." Scott looked to her, desperate.

"Lydia hold on I can get more help. Derek or Allison-"

"Everyone except the cops, great idea!" Lydia snapped.

"Look Scott," I began calmly, and he looked over to me, "We have to remember that Lydia only gets these feelings when someone is about to die, okay?"

Scott's shoulders slumped, defeated. "You don't have to call his dad, it's five minutes to the station." He and Isaac made to leave, expecting everyone to follow. I went over to Stiles' closet and grabbed the thickest jacket I could find, then ran over to his dresser to find some warm socks. I wasn't sure where we would find him, but if he was only in his pajamas he would definitely need some extra layers.

"We'll catch up," I heard Lydia say.

"What, why?" Scott asked.

"There is something here." 

"Yeah," Isaac said glancing around, "Evidence of total insanity."

"Just for that, you're sitting in the back seat, Lahey."

"Backseat?"

"No offense Scott, but three people are not going to fit on your bike. And if you didn't think I was going with you then you're out of your mind." I said as I left Stiles' room and walked down the stairs.

"June, we can just meet you there," He argued.

"Absolutely not, you and I need to talk." I said, leaving no room for debate as I lead the two werewolves across the street to my car. I slid into the driver's seat and started the car, turning on the heat and turning off the radio. After the boys got in, I tossed the clothing into the seat Isaac wasn't sitting in and pulled off.

"So..." Scott said.

"What didn't you tell me about Stiles?" I said, not bothering to beat around the bush, "Why did you seem to understand why Stiles did that with his murder wall?"

Scott sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "I don't really - I don't think I fully understand why he did it."

"But-?" I egged him on.

"But a few days ago, after the black light party and you were attacked, Stiles seemed on edge. He - he told me about this key that he found on his key ring that wasn't his or his dad's. He also said that you told him about how the key had phosphors." I nodded, remembering that clearly, because we almost kissed shortly after. "He said that that gave him the idea about the chemistry closet in the school. He told me when he went back to the school that the key unlocked the closet."

"The closet that Barrow hid in?" I asked and Scott nodded.

"Yeah. He also said that he double checked the message on the board that told Barrow to kill Kira, and that it was in his handwriting." My eyes widened.

"So, Stiles thinks he did all of that? Helped Barrow and told him to kill Kira?" I saw Scott nodding again from my peripheral.

"But did he prove it to you? Like the key and stuff."

"That's the thing, when he tried to show me the message on the board someone had already erased it."

"And the key?"

"The key wasn't on his key ring either. He had no evidence to prove what he was thinking was true." I pulled up to the station and we all hopped out.

"I saw that key. I never saw him unlock the door with it, but I definitely saw that key."

"But did Stiles really do all of that?" Scott asked me as I opened the doors and walked to the front desk.

"No, but - I don't - I don't know what to think, Scott. I really don't." Scott whipped out his cell phone to send a few texts as I walked up to the deputy stationed at the desk. "We need to speak to the sheriff immediately. It's an emergency regarding his son." The deputy nodded and waved us on through.

The sheriff was beside himself. I mean, it was hard to tell because he kept his composure, but his hands began to tremble and his voice lowered considerably. We were stopped in front of a deputy's desk by the name of Parrish, and my heart broke at the sight of Stiles' dad. He had to take a few moments to gain the ability to speak, as if he was afraid if he said anything at all he would burst into tears.

"If his jeep is gone, that's where we start," He began, and my mind exploded by how he set to work so quickly. "Parrish, let's get an APB out on a blue 1980 CJ5 Jeep. Cordova, I want a list of any kind of industrial basement or sub-level of any building that he could have gotten into while sleepwalking.

"It's the coldest night of the year so far," He spoke louder so the whole station could hear him, "So if he's out there barefoot and in just a tee shirt, he could already be hypothermic. Let's move fast, let's think fast. The three of you come with me." Scott, Isaac and I followed him into his office. He was quick to shut the door and turn to us.

"Okay, is there anything you need to tell me that I can't tell everyone out there?" He asked us.

"Lydia knew he was missing," Scott said.

"Can she help find him?"

"She's working on it," Isaac assured him.

"Anything else?"

"I texted Derek and Allison for help," Scott mentioned.

"I brought some of Stiles' clothes just in case. And I have a healing potion as well." I wasn't sure if I should mention the dream, as I never actually saw Stiles' face, just heard his voice.

"Alright can - can you track him by scent?" Stilinski asked, but before anyone could answer, Deputy Parrish knocked on the door and entered the room.

"We've got it, sir. They found the jeep."

"Where?"

"Beacon Memorial."

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Following behind the sheriff, we pulled up to Stiles' jeep. By the time I cut the engine on my car, the sheriff was already inside of the jeep looking for any sign of his son. When he came out, he looked disheartened.

"It's dead, he must've left the lights on."

"Why would he come here?" I asked.

"Let's find out." Stilinski replied, running into the hospital. I was hot on his heels with Scott right next to me. When we got inside, Scott pulled me off to the side.

"I just got a text from Derek, he's up on the roof."

"Okay, I'll stay here to see if we can find anything." Scott nodded and ran off with Isaac following behind. I turned back to see Melissa running up to the sheriff.

"Security's doing sweeps of every floor, nothing yet."

"What about the basement?"

"Follow me," Melissa said, and we ran jogged over to the basement doors. We got down there and started canvasing the place when Isaac came down to tell the Sheriff and I that Derek said Stiles was gone. Not even a minute later, Stilinski received a phone call from Lydia.

"Alright you two," he pointed to two deputies,  "We're headed to Eichen. Let's go." I made to go with him, but he put a hand on my shoulder. "June, I need you to stay here."

My eyes widened, "No offense sir, but like hell I'm staying here."

"Not that I think you're incapable of taking care of yourself, but-" He paused, and I truly saw how stressed he was. How the worry settled into his face, aging him. "On the off chance that he's not where we think he is, then I need you looking elsewhere. You might - you might be able to do something."

"I appreciate the gesture, but I don't think I know any spells that can wake someone up from such a state." Stilinski clasped a hand gently on my shoulder.

"I'm not talking about magic spells here, June. I'm talking about you. You might be able to help him if I can't. I can see it, he really cares for you, you mean something to him. And I know he means a lot to you. Just - I just know that if he's not in my hands, then he's in good hands if they're yours." He squeezed my shoulder and left without another word. Silently, I looked around for Melissa. It wasn't until we got up to the ground floor did I realize that I was blushing madly.

Forty five minutes later and there was no word on Stiles. In that time, I had figured out that Eichen House was a mental institution, and my worry skyrocketed. I felt like I was grasping at straws trying to find a lead that could bring me to Stiles. There were multiple points where my fears had brought tears to my eyes. I did as best as I could to keep it together, but I think Melissa knew just how anxious I was becoming.

It was just passing the hour mark when I saw Agent McCall walk briskly into the hospital and to the receptionist's desk. He spoke briefly with the nurse sitting there when his eyes landed on me. His face lit up in recognition and with the arm that wasn't sitting in a sling, he beckoned for me to go talk to him. Hesitantly, I walked over.

"Do you know where Melissa is?"

"Um she said something about looking over some video tapes of the hospital parking lot to see if Stiles was in them." McCall nodded.

"Okay, I need you to go get her, and tell her to grab her coat," I realized that his tone was the gentlest I had ever heard it. Calm, but still authoritative and rushed. "As a matter of fact, grab your things as well."

"Why me?"

"You're close to Stiles, right?" I nodded slowly.

"If we're going to find him, it'll be nice for him to have a familiar face around." I nodded again, this time more fervently and ran to go grab Melissa. Explaining the situation to her, she went to go grab her coat while I ran back outside. I ran to my car and quickly grabbed the jacket and socks that belonged to Stiles, and went back to the two McCalls. Together, the three of us went to Agent McCall's SUV and climbed in. The entire time we did this, Scott's parents were discussing theories on Stiles' whereabouts.

"So what are you saying?" Melissa asked.

"I'm saying the real question might be how do we know he's not still asleep?"

"You mean he's been asleep this whole time?" She asked dubiously.

"People who sleepwalk can do crazy things," I said. "One guy goes down to the kitchen and cooks an entire meal, another guy's found mowing his lawn naked."

"Why does any of that matter?" Melissa stated.

"Remember that townhouse apartment we lived in? That one night, I - came home drunk?"

"Oh the one night?" She argued. I shrank back in my seat a little bit, feeling way too invasive.

"Let me finish," He said. "So I'm drunk, passed out on the bed. I get up to go to the bathroom, and suddenly I hear you yelling 'What the hell are you doing?'"

"Because you were in the closet, peeing in the laundry basket!" I rolled my lips together to suppress the small smile that wanted to surface.

"Yeah I thought it was the bathroom!"

"Oh no, you were drunk off your ass," Melissa said, almost smiling at the memory.

"Yeah but I was convinced it was the bathroom."

"Yeah?"

"So how do we know Stiles isn't just convinced he's in some kind of basement, and isn't actually there?" I sat forward again as he continued, "I think when he called Scott he was still asleep. And he's still asleep right now."

"Then where is he?" I said, and McCall glanced at me through the rearview mirror.

"I've got an idea about that too." He said as he turned his car down a familiar road.

"The preserve?"

"Scott mentioned in his phone call that Stiles said his eyes were burning from a smell that was around him. Do you know any smells like that, June?"

Realization hit me, "That night at the coyote den..."

"Everyone's eyes were burning from that smell, it was so powerful." We drove down the road in the preserve, and stopped when we were near the den but couldn't go farther, "It's a long shot, but-"

I didn't hear the rest of what he had to say, for I was out of the car before he could finish. Even in the dark, I ran. I heard Melissa shouting for me to wait for them, but I didn't. I didn't even care that I was stumbling around over branches and larger rocks, I just kept going. I whipped out my cell phone and turned on the flashlight to see around me, and I found the way to the den. I kept running closer to it, fanning my light all around me on the forest floor to see if I could find Stiles. The closer I got to the den, the more concerned I grew until I shined my light inside. 

Stiles was curled up in a ball, eyes screwed shut and his mouth moving. My eyes widened as I saw his breath fan up and away from his purple lips, and I remembered just how cold it was. I sprang into action, screaming Melissa's name and telling her I found him before rushing inside. I grabbed him by the ankles but he crawled away from me, and he started saying 'wait,' over and over. I kept trying to pull him back to me, and he kept clawing the ground.

"Wait!" He yelled, and my vision started blurring from tears that were pouring out of my eyes. Whether it was from seeing Stiles in that state or the disgusting smell of the coyote den I wasn't sure. Melissa fell to the ground next to me and together we gathered him up.

"WAIT! WAIT!" He bellowed and sobbed, and I fought with his struggling body to get him to face me.

"Stiles it's me-! It's June!" I fought to be heard over his agonizing screams.

"WAIT! WAIT," His crying was slowly calming down, to the point where I didn't have to scream myself hoarse.

"Stiles, it's okay, it's fine! You're fine, it's okay! It's me. I'm here, it's June." I pulled him into my arms as he stopped crying all together. He turned around to look at me, and I could properly see the dirt on his face.

"You're alright. Hey, you're alright."

"June-?" I smiled at him, relieved he was okay.

"Yeah." I ran my hands through his hair and down the sides of his face, "Yeah, it's me. You're safe." His skin was like ice as he leaned into me again. I looked up to Agent McCall and spoke, "Let's get him to a hospital." 

Stiles made a noise of protest when the three of us lifted him up and rushed him back to the car. We put him in the back seat and I climbed in after him, immediately setting to work. I reached over him to grab his jacket and put it on him. I had to do it rather forcefully, as he kept trying to shrug it off. I finally managed to get it on him and zip it up, and I got to work on the socks. McCall turned on the car and put the heat on full blast, while Melissa adjusted the vents to push the air in Stiles' direction. I put both of his socks without much struggle, and moved his body so that it was on top of mine as much as possible. I grabbed Stiles' hands and began rubbing them furiously with my own, occasionally blowing hot air onto them. 

I reached into my pocket and grabbed onto the healing potion. I looked up at McCall, making sure he was distracted. His eyes were on the road and his cell phone was in his ear, undoubtedly telling the sheriff we found Stiles. I uncapped the potion and brought it up to Stiles' lips.

"You're too cold for this to do away with your hypothermia completely, but it'll definitely help." I said to him quietly. He weakly opened his mouth, and allowed me to empty the contents of the vial. After about five minutes of me diligently rubbing at his body trying to keep it warm while simultaneously ignoring the beads of sweat dripping down my back, Stiles laid his head down on my lap. I cautiously put my hands in his hair, stroking it soothingly and slowly. 

He hummed in content, and spoke lowly, "I thought you were with me, wherever I was." I froze, but continued to stroke his hair.

"How so?"

"I don't know, it was - it was like I was in one room, and you were in another. You were on the other side of the wall from where I was, and you were screaming."

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We all stood up eagerly when we saw the sheriff approach us.

"He's sleeping now, and he's just fine." Relief flooded my body, and everyone's shoulders relaxed. "He doesn't remember much, it's a bit like a dream to him." He looked to Scott's dad. "Thank you."

"It was that repellent we sprayed in the coyote den to keep other animals out. I couldn't go near it without my eyes watering. It's just a good thing he mentioned it over the phone."

"No," The sheriff argued, "It was more than that. Thank you."

"It was a lucky connection." I rolled my eyes, and so did Stiles' dad.

"McCall, can you shut up please, and accept my sincerest gratitude?"

Agent McCall reached out his good hand to shake the sheriff's, "Accepted." 

"Alright, you three go home. You've got school in less than six hours. Get some sleep." I hugged Melissa and the sheriff before walking off with Scott and Lydia.

"I don't know what happened," Lydia said. "I was so sure."

"Yeah, I wasn't much help either," Scott agreed. "June was the real help tonight."

"All of that doesn't matter if he's okay," I reassured, and Lydia turned back quickly, as if reacting to a loud noise. "Lyds, do you hear something?"

"No," She shook her head, "I didn't hear anything."

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School was torturously slow. Sheriff Stilinski had texted me around lunchtime telling me that throughout the afternoon doctors were performing some tests on Stiles, and that I was welcome to come visit. Scott and I agreed that we could go around six o'clock to see him. Once we set up the time to go see him, six o'clock couldn't roll around soon enough.

Lydia didn't go with us to visit him. Actually, she looked like she was coming down with an illness of some sort, and opted to go home. I made my way home and plopped down on my bed. It took all I had not to fall asleep, and I pushed myself up into a sitting position. With my back to the door, I looked over my chalkboard wall that still had all my abilities written on it. 

Frustrated, I went to my desk and grabbed an eraser. With long strokes of my arm, I made sure to erase every last bit of what I had written down. Staring at that writing had made me feel utterly useless. I had so many abilities, yet none that could help Stiles with whatever was going on with him. Not to mention that I wasn't even sure if I could rely on my magic anymore. Especially if I was apparently slipping into his dreams. The same dreams that were so vivid to him, they were now an integrated part of his reality.

I spent the next two hours meditating, or at least trying to. Basically I was doing everything I could not to be consumed by my worry for Stiles and his mind. When Scott picked me up, I was about ready to throw everything in my room around in a fit of rage, so I guess all in all my methods of soothing myself were futile. I hopped onto the back of Scott's motorbike and we sped off toward the hospital. The whole time I kept thinking (hoping) that we were headed towards a solution for Stiles.

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  "I'm not sure I know how to pronounce this, or if it's actually a misspelling," I heard the doctor say. I was standing in a room with Scott, Stiles, Melissa, and the sheriff along with a doctor. Stiles was currently sat on a slab where he was to lay down for the next hour for his MRI.

"Just call him Stiles," the sheriff told him.

"Okay Stiles, just to warn you you're going to hear a lot of noise during the MRI. It's due to pulses of electricity going through the metal coils inside the machine. If you want we can get you some earplugs, or headphones...?"

Stiles shook his head, "Oh, no. No I don't need anything." He scratched the side of his temple, something I had noticed he did when he was uncomfortable.

"Hey," His dad said to him, "We're just on the other side of that window, okay?"

"Okay." The sheriff smiled at him as Stiles pat him on the shoulder. He, Melissa, and the doctor walked out, leaving Scott, Stiles, and I alone in the room.

"You know what they're looking for right?" Stiles said quietly, and Scott and I said nothing. 

"It's called frontotemporal dementia," He continued, "Areas of your brain start to shrink. It's uh - it's what my mother had. It's the only form of dementia that can hit teenagers, and there's no cure," I looked over at him and let out a deep breath, sick of the tears that seemed to constantly be at my waterline.

 Scott didn't say anything for a bit. He pinched at his nose before speaking, "Stiles, if you have it - we'll do something. I'll do something." Stiles looked up at him and pulled him in for a huge hug. When they let go, Scott walked out of the room.

I made to go follow him, "I'll be in the waiting room if you uh - if you need me for whatever. I don't know why you would need me, you know, the doctors - the doctors could help more than I could-"

"June," I paused and looked up at him. He looked over my face and I couldn't help but feel like he was trying to memorize it. Like he wasn't ever going to see it again.

"June," He repeated, "I'll always need you."

I wiped the stray tears that had fallen and went in to hug him. His hands went around my waist as my arms hooked around the base of his neck. I pulled away, but not enough to where he had to let go of me. His hands were still on my waist as my hands moved to either side of his face.

"Thank you for being there for me."

"I am always going to be there for you Stiles Stilinski. Always," I told him, meaning those words more than anything I felt I had ever said. I stood up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his forehead longingly. I pulled away from him and began to walk outside of the room. I turned back when I reached the doorway.

"I'm right outside," I said, and left his sight.

When I got to the hallway where Scott was, I sat down next to him. He held out his hand and I took it, squeezing tightly. We both leaned back in our respective chairs and let out long sighs.

"Quite the past couple of days, huh?" Scott said, to fill the silence.

Not even moving, I kept my eyes staring straight ahead at the wall opposite the two of us. "I'm falling in love with your best friend." I told Scott in a flat voice. No emotions were mixed in, but I heard my voice hold a certain conviction that was slightly comforting. 

Scott squeezed my hand, and in the same tone replied, "I know."

And we sat there in silence. Derek joined us at some point and talked to Scott. Some time later the two of them ran off to go look at something. Meanwhile, I let the weight of the words I had spoken aloud to Scott settle in my heart.

I was falling for Stiles Stilinski. In a truly head over heels, need-you-in-my-life kind of way. I thought back to all of my previous boyfriends, and couldn't help but compare them to Stiles. Yes, I did in some ways care for my exes, but I knew it wasn't like this. I had never felt such a desperate need to make sure anyone was okay until I met him. I never wanted to hear someone endlessly make jabs at my magic and the fact that I was a witch, until he did. I never met someone whose eyes were always warm and endless, and looked at me in a way that made me feel like I was the only other person out there. 

When my own parents threw me aside like I was nothing, Stiles made me feel important again. He took me in as a friend, as his partner in crime, and incorporated me into his family. Not just his dad, but Scott and the others. I mean yes, he initially suspected me of murder, but he made sure to redeem himself in my eyes as fast as possible. He made an effort for me, in a time where people in my life had effortlessly left me to rot.

And then I kissed him. I don't even know if I could technically consider it a kiss because I was trying to stop his panic attack, but I felt something. A real, genuine, awkward, beautiful, pure thing. I knew I did, and I told myself that before anything could happen, we would have to be friends first. Sitting in that hospital chair I told myself that being friends could go fuck itself. 

I was falling in love with Stiles Stilinski, and I'm pretty sure he was losing his mind. My timing overall was really just off.

As if fate really wanted to kick me in the ass one more time, Stiles disappeared from the hospital that evening. He left nothing but an exposed electrical cable flying around the front of the hospital and chaos behind.

Aaaaand we're back! I would like to formally welcome you to the time of Void Stiles. Pretty inconvenient for June, huh? Anyways, please vote and comment what you think, this story has gotten to 2,000 views and it's blowing me out of the water here. I also wanted to show you guys some pictures from my trip to Slovakia! The countryside was absolutely gorgeous and everyone should go there to escape reality for a little bit. This chapter is dedicated to @linnanpiha and @caitlinfinlayson because their comments make me smile like a buffoon. Xx, love you guys. Unedited, I'll be back tomorrow.