It had been three whole hours since Allison Argent had died and despite that amount of time not sounding like much, it had felt like an eternity to Harper and the rest of her friends. Chris Argent had arrived at the scene only seconds after Allison's final breath, obviously devastated to find his daughter lifeless in Scott's arms but jumping into action straight away.

Already, he, Scott, Lydia and Isaac were down at the Sheriff's station, telling them the story that had made up to explain the hole through Allison's stomach. Harper had heard parts of it while her face was buried in Stiles' chest- something about her and Scott being in the car and some guys jumping out and pulling knives on them.

While Stiles was too weak to go with them, Harper didn't think she could physically sit there and listen to her friends lie about Allison's death. The hunter's words from a few days ago repeated over and over in Harper's head, like a bad nightmare. Harper remembered how Allison had told her that she was still trying to be a good person, how she intended to carry on being a good person.

She died doing just as she said, Harper recalled sadly, I'm sure she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Kira had brought the couple back to her house, allowing them spaces on her couch- which by the way, was for some reason massive. Harper sat curled up in the corner, a blanket from Kira's room thrown over her. She had fallen asleep from the exhaustion of crying as soon as they arrived, but she had been awake for about ten minutes now, staring at the back of her boyfriend.

Stiles was sat hunched over at the edge of the couch, his elbows rested on his knees and his chin in his hands as he seemed to think over everything that had gone down in the past few hours. Everything had changed and nobody had expected it. Nobody had expected for them to lose someone, especially not Allison.

The Stilinski boy heard a sniffle from behind him and looked over his shoulder, finally noticing that his girlfriend was awake. He offered her a tiny smile, however, the purple circles around his dim eyes and the paleness of his skin gave away how he was really feeling. Stiles was getting weaker by the second.

"How are you feeling?" He croaked, his voice deep from the crying he had been doing earlier.

Harper shrugged, shuffling forwards to sit on the edge with him. She wrapped one arm around his waist and pulled herself closer, resting her head on his chest. Stiles seemed to relax from the contact, his head slowly moving to lean down on top of hers. His fingers traced comforting circles on the back of her pinafore dress.

"You should have felt Scott's emotions," the Empath muttered, "he was in love with her, Sti."

Stiles said nothing but squeezed her a little tighter. His eyes slowly closed and he let out a shuddered breath, feeling the guilt consume him. He honestly felt like Allison's death was on him, since he had been the one to let the Nogitsune inside and since he was too weak to even close the damn door in his mind in the first place.

Harper sensed his guilt and pulled away, shaking her head.

"It's not your fault," she insisted, "Scott knows that and I know that, everybody knows that. You had no control over what the Nogitsune did tonight, that was all on him. Not you. You would never do anything like that, Sti."

Stiles forced a nod, looking down as a tear escaped his eye and ran down his cheek. Harper pressed the pad of her thumb against his skin, gently wiping it away. She kissed where it had been, wrapping her arms around his neck as she hugged him tightly.

The Stilinski boy didn't even want to imagine how utterly crushed Scott was feeling right now. It ached his heart to think of someone he loved dearly in pain, and he knew how much Scott had loved Allison- how much he still does.

Stiles couldn't ever imagine losing Harper like Scott had Allison. The thought sent his heart into a frenzy, his fingers only fumbling for a harder grip on her corduroy pinafore. He inhaled the scent of her shampoo, attempting to block out the images of Harper dying in his arms the best he could.

"I love you," Stiles breathed, "I'm so glad you're safe."

"I love you too," Harper whispered, closing her eyes, "I'm happy you're back."

The couple pulled apart when somebody came into the room, setting down a teapot and some cups on the coffee table in front of them. Mrs Yukimura sat down next to them, ignoring the fact that she had caught them during a sentimental woman. She seemed somewhat cold in Harper's opinion.

"Here," she passed them both cups as Kira entered the room, taking a seat at the end of the couch, "it will calm you."

"What is it?" Stiles mumbled.

"Tea," Mrs Yukimura responded.

"What? Like magic tea?" The hazel-eyed boy assumed.

Kira's mum raised her brows, "no, chamomile tea. Drink it."

Harper lifted the cup to her nose and sniffed it, instantly recognising the scent. It was her grandma's favourite. She would always have it in the morning, after work, with dinner, before bed. It had become a replacement for water in the Verum household.

Stiles nodded and took a sip, offering the woman a weak but thankful smile. The sound of shoes clicking on the floor filled Harper's ears, causing her to look up. Mr Yukimura, also their history teacher, stood there, his hands shoved in the pockets of his trousers as he stared down at Stiles.

"He's not safe here," he claimed.

Mrs Yukimura sighed, "he's not safe anywhere. Neither are you, Harper."

"Me?" The brunette raised her brows, "why me?"

"The Nogitsune has taken a liking to you, has he not?" Noshiko replied plainly, "that puts you in grave danger, shōjo. He could come back for you any second."

Her words sent shivers down Stiles' spine but triggered memories for Harper. His lips against her skin, the way he promised her he would come back for her. She didn't want him to come back, she wanted him as far away from her and her friends as supernaturally possible.

"Great," Stiles muttered sarcastically under his breath.

"But Allison killed one of them," Kira spoke up, the name falling from her lips as if she wasn't even gone, "doesn't that mean something? She killed an Oni."

"Is that even possible?" Kira's dad asked.

"I'm not sure how," his wife agreed.

"But she did it," Kira shook her head, "she killed one of them."

"Yeah, and then they killed her," Stiles interrupted them bluntly, hating how they were talking about her as if she hadn't died just hours ago, "Allison's dead."

Harper swallowed thickly, ignoring the tears stinging in her eyes. It was painful to even hear come from Stiles' lips. The fact that one of her best friends in the entire world had just been killed. Murdered. She would never get justice either, everybody would think it was just a man with a knife and that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Nobody at school would know that Allison Argent was a hero. Nobody would know that she died saving her friends and simultaneously giving them a hope that the Oni could be defeated.

"Now the only good thing is that it looks like I'm dying too," Stiles added.

"Don't say that," Harper shook her head stubbornly, "stop."

Stiles just looked at her, a defeated look on his face. This wasn't the Stiles that Harper knew and she hated it so much. She hated seeing him so weak and fragile, it was the total opposite of who Stiles Stilinski was.

"He made a powerful move by splitting the two of you," Mrs Yukimura nodded.

"So what's our move?" Kira asked.

"At this point, you need a divine move," her dad replied.

"A divine move?" Harper repeated, confused.

"In the game of Go, it's what we call a truly inspired, or out-of-the-box move. The Nogitsune has had sente, the advantage, until this point. What you need is a divine move in order to turn the game around," Mrs Yukimura explained.

Stiles huffed, "Okay, so is anyone feeling divinely inspired?"

"Mum, you said you trapped it in a glass jar, right?" Kira ignored Stiles' sarcastic comment.

"It wasn't the jar that trapped it. It was where I buried it," her mum shook her head.

"The Nemeton," Harper realised.

"A place I don't know too much about," the older woman confirmed.

"So who does?" The Japanese girl asked.

"Deaton," Stiles muttered, "Deaton does."
...

Kira opened the door to her house, Harper and Stiles right behind her. The short girl had her arm wrapped around her much-taller-boyfriend's waist to support him, which he appreciated greatly, although she wasn't doing much to help.

"Scott said he and Lydia are at the animal clinic with Deaton right now—" Kira cut herself off when she stumbled over a box left out on her porch step, "why's this here at this time of night?"

Stiles sighed, "not really important right now, Kira."

Shaking her head, the Japanese girl's dark eyes scanned the box she had picked up before she looked to the pair, "it's addressed to 'my little dove'."

Stiles froze while Harper gulped, flashbacks of the nickname invading both their minds. The Stilinski boy hated listening to the nickname leave his lips every time Void said it, and he hated watching Harper since every time even more.

"What the hell?" Stiles muttered as Harper took the box without another word.

She hesitated a second before ripping the tape of the small box off and opening the folds. Inside laid a name badge, and when her dainty fingers flipped it over, she was shocked to see who it had belonged to.

A picture of Jeremy was next to his name, followed by his Eichen House status. The fabric that attached it around his neck had been ripped so it frayed awfully, indicating it had been torn off of him violently.

Harper shakily picked up the other object in the box- a note with some scribbles on it.

'Unfortunately, even creatures as powerful as I cannot get past the mountain ash guarding your father. Hopefully this will make up for it.'

"He killed Jeremy," Harper's mouth fell open a little, horrified over what he had done for her, "oh my god."

While Kira looked confused, having no idea why Harper was nicknamed 'little dove', what the badge meant, or who Jeremy was, Stiles remembered everything. He remembered the night Void snuck into her room, how he had pinned her down and made her confess things Stiles thought Harper would never even think about.

Yet he didn't judge her. He realised he would probably feel the same if what had happened to Harper had happened to him. In fact, the more he had thought about it, the more he remembered how much he hated Gabriel Valack, also known as the reason for Harper's messed up childhood. Somehow, the man had even come back and made it his mission to ruin the rest of her life too. With him out of the equation, it would actually be a relief. 

"It's not your fault," he placed his hand down on her shoulder firmly, "you didn't tell him to."

Harper placed the badge back in the box and tossed it in the bin next to her. She shook her head, putting a stern face on.

"It doesn't matter right now," she assured the others and herself, "come on. We're running out of time."

Stiles glanced at his girlfriend hesitantly before she put her arm back around him, helping him down the path. He said nothing, but he knew they had a lot to talk about when everything blew over. If everything blew over.

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sorry the chapter is short, but the next one is the last one and iTS EMOTIONAL OKAY

do you guys want a book three on season four? if only a few people want it i probably wont do it because i have my last year of school to focus on, but if loads of you want me to make it i'll try and find time :)