There are so many scenes in this season that make me super sad.

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For the second time that day, I was being woken up by my phone ringing. Except this time, it was almost midnight and it wasn't Melissa, it was her son.

"Hello?" I answered groggily, wiping the sleep out of my eyes.

"Riley? Riley, something's wrong," Scott said quickly.

"Slow down," I instructed him, sitting up so I could concentrate.

Scott took a breath, "Stiles called me. He was really breathy and he was saying that he didn't know where he was."

I felt like someone was gripping my heart, the nails digging in deep. "What do you mean?"

"He kept saying that he was stuck, and that there was something on his leg that was stopping him from leaving." There was a bit of hesitation before he continued, but he knew he had to. "He also said that he was bleeding."

"Okay, if he's missing, I'm calling his dad. We need-"

"No," Scott interrupted. "He told me not to."

"I don't care."

"Riley, he was really serious about this. He made me promise."

"I didn't promise him."

"Then promise me," Scott said quickly. "Just give me time before you make me break my promise. We're heading over to his house now."

I clenched the phone harder in my hand, annoyed that he was holding off from calling the Sheriff. "Fine. I'll meet you there."

I hung up on him immediately after, rushing into some closes and out to my car. I made sure to leave a note on the bench for Charlotte for if she woke up and noticed me missing. The last thing I needed was her thinking that I wasn't listening to her new rules now that she knew what was really going on in our small town.

♡♢♤♧

When I got to Stiles' house, Scott and Isaac were already waiting out the front for me. We all rushed inside, racing through the halls to Stiles' room. I slowed down for a moment when I noticed that there were lights on. This was strange, because the Sheriff was at work. So who was here?

Rounding the corner and walking into Stiles' room, we saw Lydia and Aiden standing in the centre, staring at us.

"How did you know? Did he call you too?" Scott asked Lydia breathlessly.

"I heard it," Lydia said simply.

Before anyone could reply, Aiden shook his head. "Don't ask. It gets more confusing when you ask."

"Okay. Not as confusing as this," Lydia almost whispered.
She turned around and gestured to the bed.

I don't know how I didn't see it when we first walked in. All of the red yarn which had been strung across Stiles' walls were now all tied to a pair of scissors. I would have been slightly less concerned if this pair of scissors weren't jammed directly into the centre of Stiles' bed.

"Red represents unsolved cases," I said softly.

Aiden shrugged somewhat, "Maybe he thinks he's part of an unsolved case?"

"Or is an unsolved case," Issac countered.

"I don't care," I told them all. "All I want is for someone to tell me how we're going to find him."

"Hold on," Lydia said quickly. "Is he still out there? You don't know where he is?"

"Lydia, if I knew where he was, I wouldn't be so freaked out right now."

"He said he was in an industrial basement somewhere," Scott said, filling Lydia in on what we knew; which was not much.

"We came here to get a better scent," Isaac added.

"What else did he say?" Lydia asked.

Scott thought back to the phone call for a moment before replying. "Something's wrong with his leg. It's bleeding."

"And he's freezing," Isaac added once more.

"Tonight's the coldest night of the year," the ex-Alpha informed us. "It's going to drop into the twenties."

I felt my heart slow and my throat tighten. Stiles could die out there.
Feeling the air around me thicken, I tried to slow my breathing so that I didn't suffocate any of my friends.

"What did his dad say?" Lydia asked, mainly directing the question at me.

Clenching my teeth, I turned to the Alpha beside me, "Would you like to tell her, Scott?"

He began to stutter, avoiding making eye contact with Lydia. "We kind of. . . we didn't tell him yet."

Lydia took a step forward, facing Scott directly. "Stiles is bleeding and freezing and you didn't call his dad?"

"He made me promise not to. We can find him by scent," Scott explained. "If he was sleepwalking he couldn't have gotten far, right?"

"You didn't notice his Jeep is gone, did you?" Aiden asked us all.

I ran so fast into the house, I didn't even stop to think about the Jeep. That was the last straw.
"You know what? I don't really care about your promise anymore, Scott. I'm calling him. He needs to know."

As I grabbed out my phone, Scott reached towards me to stop me. I pulled away as he spoke, "Wait, Riley, hold on. I can get more help. I can call Derek, Allison. . ."

"Everyone except for the cops. Great idea," Lydia replied sarcastically. I was glad someone was on my side about this.

Aiden apparently agreed also. "You guys remember she only gets these feelings when someone's about to die, right?"

"I'm calling his dad. Right now," I said.

Scott reached out once more, putting his hand over mine. "You don't have to. It's five minutes to the station."

We all began to walk out the door. Everyone except Lydia, who held Aiden back also. "We'll catch up."

"Lydia, we need your help," I insisted.

"I know." Her eyes were wide as she looked at me. She looked almost confused. "There's something here."

"Yeah," Isaac agreed. "Evidence of total insanity."

I turned to him, glaring fiercely. "Don't talk about him like that."
Isaac's eyes fell, biting his lip as he regretted his words.

"We can figure out what's wrong with him after we find a way to keep him from freezing to death," Scott instructed everyone.

"You all need to stop talking about him dying, because I'm already freaking out over here, and it's not helping."

Lydia put a hand on my shoulder sympathetically. "Go. We'll be right behind you."

I wrapped my arms around her quickly, thanking her quietly. Every now and then, I almost forget how Lydia and I never even spoke. Now she was one of my best friends.

I looked at the scissors once more, before walking out of the room. If I looked at them any longer, I might've started to believe what Isaac had said. What was going on with him?

♡♢♤♧

The Sheriff was less than impressed to find that we had kept the fact that his son was missing from him for as long as we did. But he didn't waste time, doing his job immediately.

"If his Jeep is gone, that's where we start." He turned to his Deputies, putting them to work. "Parrish, let's get an APB out on a blue 1980 CJ-5 Jeep. Cordova, I want a list of any kind of industrial basement or sub-level of any building that he could've gotten into while sleepwalking. It's the coldest night of the year so far. So, if he's out there barefoot in just a t-shirt, he could already be hypothermic."

I felt as if I were going to pass out. This wasn't real, it couldn't be. A hand reached over and grabbed my own, squeezing it to try to reassure me that everything would be okay. It wasn't working.

"Let's move fast. Let's think fast." The Sheriff then turned to me, Scott and Isaac, "You three, come with me."

When I didn't move, I felt the hand slightly tug me forward. "Riley, come on," Isaac said softly, guiding me to the Sheriff's office.

The Sheriff shut the door once we were all in the room. "Okay. Is there anything you need to tell me that I can't tell anyone out there?"

"Lydia knew he was missing," Scott said quickly.

"Can she help find him?"

Isaac, still holding my hand, half nodded. "Well, she's working on it."

"Anything else?"

"I called Derek and Allison for help," the Alpha informed the man.

"Can you find him by scent?"

Just as Scott was about to answer, there was a knock on the door. He quickly shut his mouth to ensure no one heard us talking.

The Sheriff's newest Deputy - Parrish - entered the room. "We got it, sir. We found the Jeep."

He was also now my favourite Deputy.

♡♢♤♧

The Deputy's information lead us all to the hospital. While the Sheriff searched the inside of the building, Isaac and Scott's keen sense of smell lead the three of us to the roof top.

When I saw a silhouette, I began to run towards it. "He's not here. Not anymore," It said.

Getting closer, I slowed to a stop as I realised that it was only Derek. "The entire building? He's not here at all?" I asked desperately.

Derek shook his head, "Gone."

"I'll go tell Stilinski," Isaac told Scott. He turned to me, "We're going to find him, okay?"
I nodded, but nothing tonight was giving me any sense of certainty.

Before Isaac left, Scott caught his attention. "And see if you can find Allison. She's not answering her phone."

Which also made me nervous. Allison was skilled in hunting, just like her father. We needed her, but Scott and I had both tried to contact her multiple times, and she was no where to be found.

After Isaac left, Scott and I approached Derek, who hasn't even bothered to face us. He was just staring ahead. I wasn't sure at what though, because the only thing in front of him was the building's generator.

"Notice how strong the scent is up here?" The man asked Scott. "Ever hear of chemo signals? Chemical signals that communicate emotion. And just our sweat can give off anger, fear or disgust. Take a deep breath and tell me what you feel."

I watched Scott closely as he did what Derek instructed him to. I wish I was able to do the same, I felt useless.

"Stress," Scott answered.

"And anxiety," Derek nodded.

"What was he doing up here?"

"I don't know. But there was definitely some kind of struggle."

This more than anything, caught me attention. "With who?"

Derek sighed a little, as if he didn't want to tell us. "Himself."

I dragged my hands through my hair, more stressed than I'd ever been. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I walked away from the werewolves as I tried to call Stiles again.

The phone rang, until finally, it stopped. 'Hey, it's Stiles. Sorry I couldn't answer your call, just leave me a message.'

"Stiles," I said shakily. "Stiles, I need you to come back to me. You told me you'd never leave me, so where are you? Please. . . just-"

The phone cut off, not letting me finish my message. Dropping the phone from my ear, I felt like I had lost nearly all hope. That was, until I saw Scott with what looked like the ghost of a smile on his face.

"Scott? Scott, what happened?"
I ran over to him, but he said nothing, just held up his phone. A text from Lydia.

- We've found him
- Meet us at Eichen House
- Now!

I felt like ten tonnes of weight had been lifted off of my chest. Lydia had actually done it; she had found Stiles.

We wasted no time, running back down to the car park of the hospital. All of the Sheriff's cars were gone, meaning that Lydia had informed them first, thankfully. I got on the back of Scott's bike and he drove us directly there.

The Sheriff, Lydia and Aiden were there already, getting the doctors to open the gates so that they could enter the building. As soon as it opened, the Sheriff stormed into the building, following Lydia's lead.

When he asked her where to go, she stopped to scan the halls, taking us to a specific door. "It's here. It's right here."

We all ran to the door, entering the room. There were stairs to what I could only assume was the basement. I was moving so fast I almost tumbled down the steps.

"Stiles?" I yelled as I searched the room. "Stiles, where are you?"

The room was so small, it took less than thirty seconds to search the whole thing. He wasn't here. Not that I could see at least.

We all stopped looking, Scott turning to Lydia, saying her name questioningly. There had to be more to it. Another door to another room in here, or something. Anything.

She looked around the room quickly. "I don't get it. This has to be it," she insisted.

"Then where is he, huh?" The Sheriff asked. He turned, repeating his question, but yelling this time.

Lydia stepped back in shock. His yelling didn't bring forth an answer though, the banshee remaining silent.

The Sheriff took a deep breath, taking a step back from the girl. "I'm sorry."

"I don't understand," Lydia said quietly.

I felt the breath leave my lungs, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't steady myself. He wasn't here. Out the corner of my eye, I saw Aiden lead Lydia out of the room, followed closely by the Sheriff.

"Riley, come on," Scott said quietly. "We need to keep moving."

I nodded, silently following him out of the basement.

When we left the institution, we were about to drive back to the Sheriff's station, when Mr Stilinski received a text. He looked like he was about to start crying. a hand rising to cover his mouth.

"Mr Stilinski?" I asked, curious to what had just happened.

He put his phone down, looking over to me and smiling. "They found him. They found Stiles."

♡♢♤♧

Scott, Lydia and I all sat in the hallway with Scott's parents, waiting for the Sheriff to come and tell us how Stiles was.

Mr and Mrs McCall had found him. Apparently he had been in the woods; in the coyote den. He was lucky that he hadn't froze to death.

Finally, the Sheriff returned. We all stood up as he approached us, waiting to he what he had to say.
"He's sleeping now," the man sighed. "And he's just fine. He doesn't remember much. It's a bit like a dream to him. Thank you."

Agent McCall stood straighter, shifting the sling on his arm from when he had been attacked by the Oni. "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."

While they were speaking, I couldn't help but look at Lydia. She looked so confused; like, even though we had found Stiles, something was still missing.

Mr Stilinski shook his head, "No, it was more than that. Thank you."

"It was a lucky connection."

"McCall," The Sheriff said in frustration. "Can you just shut up please and accept my sincerest gratitude."

For a moment, it honestly looked like McCall might keep going, but then he nodded and said he accepted, holding a hand out to the Sheriff. They shook hands, putting aside their differences for that single moment.

Mrs McCall turned to me, Scott and Lydia, a small smile on her face, "All right, you three. You've got school in less than six hours. Go home. Go to sleep. Okay."

She gave her son a hug, and he and Lydia began to walk away. But I didn't move.
Mrs McCall placed a hand on my shoulder, "Riley-"

I shook my head quickly, standing my ground, "I'm not going anywhere. I want to be here when he wakes up."
I wasn't risking him going missing again while I was at home or at school. That wasn't going to happen.

Mrs McCall frowned, not sure what to say that would actually sink in.

"I already told Charlotte, and she said it was okay. As long as you say I can stay."

"Riley," she sighed. "I'm not sure if that's a good idea."

"Please, don't make me leave," I pleaded.

She looked to the Sheriff, who eventually just nodded. When Melissa finally said it was okay, I thanked them all and then went straight to Stiles' room.

He was sleeping, just like the Sheriff had said. I made sure to try not to wake him as I walked over to the couch beside his bed, sitting down and settling in for the night.