And we're back! Thanks for sticking with me, further info will be in the next author's note!

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It had been just under sixteen hours and Lydia, Isaac, Doctor Deaton and I all stood waiting for Stiles, Scott and Allison to get back still. I was beginning to get worried that they weren't going to wake up.

I was sitting next to the tub that Stiles was in, holding his hand in mine. His skin was freezing and if he weren't dead, he'd be shivering.

Isaac had tried to get me to leave a few hours ago, but to no avail. I wasn't leaving Stiles' side; I knew he'd do the same for me. Lydia had went and got us all food but besides that, none of us had left the building.

"I need you to wake up, Stiles," I whispered. "You can't leave me here. Please."

I felt eyes on me as I spoke to him, but I didn't care. All that mattered was that Stiles, Scott and Allison woke up and knew where to find their parents.

Suddenly, one by one, they all burst from the tubs. Water went everywhere, covering the ground around them. I felt the water splash down on me, dampening my hair and clothes.

"I saw it!" Scott shouted as he climbed out of the tub. "I know where it is."

Stiles followed his lead and began to climb out, "We passed it. There's- there's a stump, this huge tree. Well, it's not huge anymore. It was cut down. But it's still big, though, very big."

"It was the night we were looking for the body."

"Yeah, the same night you were bit by Peter."

Allison was panting, climbing out of the tub. "I was there too, in the car with my mother. We almost hit someone."

Scott turned to Allison, face slack with shock, "It was me and Riley. You almost hit us. We can find it."

I thought back to that night. The alpha, being trampled, heading out to the road, almost being hit by that red car. Apparently, it had been Allison and her mother.

Deaton, Lydia, Isaac and I stayed silent, none of us really wanting to break the news to them.

When Allison asked what was wrong, Isaac shifted on his feet. "You guys were out a long time."

"How long is a long time?" Stiles asked, gazing down at me as he rested on the edge of the tub.

Tucking some hair behind my ear, I sat back so that I could look at him. "It was sixteen hours."

Scott glanced at all of us, shocked by my words. "We've been in the water for sixteen hours?"

"And the full moon rises in less than four," doctor Deaton pointed out.

Everyone just stared at each other for a moment, the reality of the situation setting in. We had four hours to find the Nemeton, before Ms Blake killed their parents. Four hours to save them.

"I have to go back to the Alphas," Scott said out of no where, getting ready to walk out.

Stiles was standing in front of him within seconds, "No, dude, you are not going back with them."

"I agree with Stiles," I nodded. "They can't be trusted. You know that."

"I made a deal with Deucalion," Scott replied simply. But it wasn't that simple. It never was in Beacon Hills. Yes, he had made a deal, but was honour worth risking his mother's life?

Stiles scoffed, "Does anyone else think that sounds a lot like a deal with the devil?"

"Why does it matter, anyway?" Isaac asked.

"Because I still don't think that we can beat Jennifer without their help."

Allison scoffed, shaking her head as she looked over to doctor Deaton, "He trusts you more than anyone. Tell him he's wrong."

"I'm not sure he is," Deaton said, his face completely serious, like this was the most sane thing he could think of. "Circumstances like this sometimes require that you align yourself with people you'd normally consider enemies."

Deaton had a point there. When we teamed up with Erica, Isaac and Boyd the first time, this is how we reasoned it to ourselves. But was this a similar circumstance?

"So we're gonna trust him, the guys who calls himself Death, Destroyer of Worlds? We're gonna trust that guy?" Issac asked bluntly.

"Another good point," I voiced. "This dude is crazy."
Isaac looked over at me, smiling when he heard that I agreed with him. It was nothing more than the fact that I thought he was right. If Jackson had said it, I would've agreed too.

Probably.

Deaton was quick to pull the reins on the idea, "I wouldn't trust him, no. But you could use him to your advantage. Deucalion may be the enemy, but he could also be the bait."

Before anyone could respond to the statement, we heard a creaking coming from the reception area of the clinic.

We stayed back as Deaton and Scott went to investigate, but that didn't stop me from hearing what the person said.
"I'm looking for Lydia."

I hadn't spoken to his brother much, but I'd definitely spoken to this half of the twins. And from this, I could tell it was Ethan who had decided to pay us a visit.

Lydia went and stood beside Scott. "What do you want?"

"I need your help."

Stiles went to head over to our friends, and I followed him. "With what?" He asked Ethan, stepping slightly in front of Lydia protectively.

"Stopping my brother and Kali. . . from killing Derek."

I felt my hand curl into a fist at her name. I had been weak and she had broken me. Not again; we had to stop them.
"What are we waiting for? We have to help him."

Scott nodded, "And we will, but we can't all go after him. We need to split up. Lydia, you go with Ethan and try to convince Derek to stay out of sight. Stiles, take Riley and go and get something with your dad's scent for me to try and find him. Issac, Allison and I will get something from Allison's for me to find her dad."

"Good plan, Scottie," I praised. I then grabbed Stiles' hand and tugged softly. "Let's get going."

He agreed without hesitation, leading to him dragging me in the end.

♡♢♤♧

After arriving at the Stilinski household, we went straight to the sheriff's room to find something for Scott to get his scent off of.

Stiles had his phone on speaker while he spoke to Scott. "I mean, what would work best for you?"

"Just grab anything?" Scott asked more than answered.

When I saw Stiles' holding up a pair of his dad's boxers, I made note to inform Scott. Apparently when he said he'd smell anything, he didn't actually mean anything.

"Stiles, I'm not smelling your dad's boxers."

Groaning in frustration, Stiles moved on to the next drawer. "How about socks?" Stiles asked as he grabbed a pair.

"Socks?" Scott hesitated before answered. "Okay, I'll smell socks. I've gotta go, talk to you guys soon."

After Stiles hung up, he put the socks in his backpack and we headed over to the front door. He slowed as we left his dad's room, eyes blinking.

"Stiles?" I said softly. "Come on, we have to go."

He nodded, not saying anything. Taking his hand in mine I lead him out and back to his Jeep. We got in and he started driving, the sky growing dark as we went.

"Do you know where you're going," I asked as Stiles sped on.

He was so on edge, his hands tightening around the steering wheel. "It's in the reserve. We just have to get there before the full moon."

"We will," I said, but the promise fell flat on its face without my solid belief that we would.

I had faith, don't get me wrong. But faith wasn't what was going to save their parents.

Stiles kept driving, peering out his windshield at the oncoming storm. Tonight, of all nights it could have happened, there was supposed to be a massive storm.

But Stiles paid no mind, continuing to drive fast and rather recklessly onward towards our destination. Lightning flashed outside, the road bumping beneath us. As the sound of the wind howled louder, I was honestly beginning to worry. This wasn't something I'd be able to control if it got out of hand.

"Stiles, I know you want to get there soon, but if you don't slow down we're not going to get there at all," I warned. My right hand found the dashboard, gripping it tightly.

He shook his head, mumbling "It's fine."

As we drove on, the wind grew stronger. It threw dust and branches at the windshield, showing no signs of stopping any time soon.

"Stiles, please. You can't see anything."

"I said it'll fine!" He yelled. At that moment a large branch hit the windscreen and then went alongside the car.

Stiles turned to watch it, swearing beneath his breath. But what he didn't notice was that he dragged his hands and the wheel with him, turning us towards an oncoming tree.

"Stiles!" I screamed. "Look out!"

Stiles turned back, but not fast enough. He attempted to swerve out of the way, but it was too late at that point. The Jeep hit the large tree head on, jolting both Stiles and I forward.

The last thing I remember, was seeing Stiles hit hit head on the steering wheel, hearing a sickening cracking sound, and feeling an immense pain.

And then I blacked out.

♡♢♤♧

I woke up to a horrific ache travelling through my body. But as soon as I started to move, I knew the epicentre of my pain could be found at my arm.

Looking down, I almost passed out again. The hand which I had placed on the dashboard had obviously been a bit too stable. When the Jeep had made impact, I had been thrown so hard that it had jerked my arm in a very wrong direction.

The bone hadn't broken the skin, but it was definitely broken and trying its best. "Holy crap," I muttered, trying not to move my arm too much.

Turning over, I saw Stiles was still passed out with blood dripping down his forehead. "Stiles," I mumbled, feeling physically sick. "Stiles wake up."

Keeping my right arm close to my chest, I used my left hand to shake Stiles awake. He started to groan, sitting up slowly as he rested a hand on his forehead. "What happened?"

"It wasn't fine," I attempted to joke, hissing in pain when I accidentally moved my arm a little too fast.

Stiles unlatched his seat belt, reaching over to the backseat and grabbing his bat. "We're just gonna have to trek the rest of the way."

"Okay," I agreed, climbing out of the car. Grabbing my jacket off of the seat, I tied it around myself like a makeshift sling to keep my arm in place.

Stiles glanced over at me, noticing that I hadn't walked over to him yet. "Riley, what are you doing?"

Making my way past him, I began to walk towards the Nemeton. "Nothing, let's go."

"Stop," he said, grabbing my shoulder.

I gasped as I tried to hold back tears of pain. "Stiles, we need to find your dad."

He walked to stand in front of me, seeing what I had done to my arm. "You're hurt."

"I'll heal."

"I did this," he said softly. "You need to stay here before you get more hurt."

"I will heal," I repeated as I slipped from his grasp and took a step back. "And if you think that I'm going to stay back while you go, then you don't know me as well as I thought you did. Now, are you coming with me, or am I going alone?"

Stiles looked like he was going to fight back again, but thought better of it as he gritted his teeth and began walking. "I know. I was just hoping you'd listen this time."

"Well, don't count on that happening any time soon," I smiled as I walked alongside him. "Now, let's go and save your dad."

We moved fast through the reserve, me following Stiles since he was the one who apparently knew where the Nemeton was. I tried to keep control of the air around us, making sure not too much debris got in our way. The pain in my arm made it a bit hard to concentrate, but I did what I could.

When we finally reached the Nemeton, I couldn't have been happier. It seemed we had arrived at just the right time. The ground all around the massive stump was caving in on itself and since the parents were beneath it, this wasn't exactly good.

"What are we going to do?" I asked Stiles.

He looked from the hole to his bat, and then back again. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course. What sort of question is that?"

"Good, then stay there," he told me before running forward and jumping down the hole.

"Stiles!" I shouted, but he was already down there. I ran over to the edge and knelt down to try and see what was going on. Stiles had managed to wedge the bat between the roof and the ground, stopping the earth from collapsing on top of everyone. And it wasn't just the three soon-to-be sacrifices down there, but Allison and Isaac also.

I drew a breath of relief, slumping down as I watched them all embrace, glad to be alive. Stiles got a call from who I could only assume was Scott, asking our friend to bring a ladder after informing him that they were safe.

Everyone laughed, and for a moment, everything seemed okay.

♡♢♤♧

It had been a couple of days since the incident with Jennifer trying to sacrifice everyone in the Nemeton. It had been quiet and I had been waiting for something horrible to happen, but for now everything was okay.

I laid next to Stiles on his bed, watching his chest move up and down as he slept. This was a rare occasion since he had been in the ice bath. He told me that something felt different; like something inside of him had changed. He had been having nightmares that would keep him up through the night. I told him it would be okay, but I could never be one hundred per cent sure.

Sheriff Stilinski was thankful, saying that having me there helped. I wasn't sure I did that much, but I wasn't about to argue. Seeing him trust me enough to stay the night now that we were together and not just friends was a big deal.

I itched my arm just above where my cast was, awaiting the day I could take it off. Since I was new to the whole 'supernatural-healing' thing, I wasn't exactly a pro at it. Meaning, that healing a broken bone was taking me a little long then a scratch on my arm. To avoid making it worse, Doctor Deaton put a cast on my arm to help. He said I would only need to keep it on a week, which was much better than what I would've needed if I didn't have the ability to heal.

This meant also that I had to stay out of school that week so people didn't pick up on the fact that I had only worn a cast for a week. Thankfully, Charlotte was out of town for the next couple of weeks, following a lead on a story.

Stiles shifted beside me, mumbling beneath his breath. I listened closely, trying to hear what he was saying. "No, no, no, no, no," he repeated.

"Stiles?" I whispered.

He was sweating as he began to toss and turn. "Don't let them in," he whimpered.

I said his name louder, trying to wake him up. He kept mumbling, moving around as he slept. Whatever he was dreaming about was really getting to him.

"Stiles," I said loudly, doing my best to wake him. "Stiles!"

I tried not to talk loud enough that I would wake his dad, but I needed to help him wake up from his nightmare.

He suddenly sat bolt upright, his eyes snapping open. "No," he said quickly.

"Hey, hey, you're okay," I said quickly, springing forward to wrap my arms around him from behind to remind him I was there.

He breathed deeply, placing his hands on my arms. "Thank you," he said softly.

"Are you okay?"

He looked over his shoulder at me, "I'm not sure."