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CHAPTER FOURTEEN ━━ lost and found

OPHELIA sat inside of Stiles' jeep waiting for the trio to leave. Only for him to lock the doors on Scott. Scott sighed, looking to his best friend. Waiting for the boy to stop fooling around and let him into the car.

Ophelia sighed and looked over to the human, "Stiles?" Ophelia asked the hazel eyed boy.

"Yeah, I can do the rest myself." He stubbornly spoke to Scott.

"Lia, is with you. And you don't even know where to start." Scott tried to reason with Stiles.

"Team Stelia always beats team Sciles." Ophelia piped up. Scott shook his head at the hybrid.

"Exactly. I have Lia with me. We'll be fine on our own." Stiles said.

"All we know there is another Chimera, come on let me help." Stiles put the car into drive, stepping on the gas Scott ran in front of the cat stopping it.

"Scott!" Ophelia shouted.

"You both can't go alone, okay. You need me. You need all of us. I can get more help, we can text Liam-" Scott tried to reason with his best friend.

Stiles scoffed, "Liam just tried to kill you." Stiles pointed out.

"Stiles, just let him in the damn car." Ophelia groaned.

"You believed him." Stiles looked at Scott.

"You trusted him to, so did O." Ophelia narrowed her eyes at the Alpha. Who he looked to her apologetically. "He got to all of us." Scott admitted shamefully.

Stiles shook his head, "You know, you don't even know the real story. Ophelia wasn't even there and she believed me. You've known me longer, and yet she believed me no questions asked." He spoke in disbelief.

"I don't need to. All that matters right now is your dad. Come on, Stiles. We survived an Alpha pack, a Dark Druid, professional assassins. We could survive Dread Doctors and Chimeras, too." Scott pressed.

"Oh my." Ophelia said, referencing The Wizard Of Oz. Both boys smiled to the red head.

"We're not looking for a missing chimera. We're looking for a missing teenager."

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THE trio arrived to the school. They stood around the Chimera's locker, watching as Scott pulled out the chimeras t-shirt handing it over to the hybrid. "Smells dreadful." She muttered. Malia walked up beside the Original smirking.

"You called her?" Stiles questioned.

"We need all the help we can get. I should be calling everyone." Scott remarked.

"And we know what he looks like." Malia spoke as she glanced to her best friend. She hadn't told them what happened that night, neither had Malia. She apologized numerous times receiving a smile and a shrug form the girl. She understood what was happening to the Original and she didn't blame her. She nodded to the doe eyed beauty, as they left the school in search for Noah.

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"HIS scent, he was here." Ophelia spoke up.

"Yeah I smell it to." Scott agreed. The trio walked further down the tracks.

"He didn't want you to call me did he?" Malia piped up asking Scott.

"Yeah, is it that bad?" Scott asked.

"We kind of broke up, I guess." Malia shrugged looking around the tunnels.

Ophelia gasped at her best friend, with wide eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were busy-" She cut herself off before she could finish her sentence, looking at the hybrid's worried features.

"Yeah, we kind of broke up, too. You can tell me what's happening to?" Scott stated sadly.

"That's what Ophelia is for." She remarked.

"Still, I'm here for you guys." Scott nodded to the two girls.

"I said I'd help you find this kid and I'm doing it to save Stiles' dad. Don't ask me to talk." Malia ignored the boy's kind gesture.

"Well, I'm not asking. I'm offering. I'm just saying it's okay if you want to." He retorted.

Malia walked away into a hidden entrance. The duo followed behind her. "I got it. I got his scent." Malia spoke up.

"Me too." Ophelia mumbled as they walked further into the tunnel.

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"THIS is Noah's. He was here. I think he's close." Malia said.

"Guys. I think we've been down tunnels like these before, like when we were looking for O, Liam, and Hayden." Scott announced.

"So, what?" Ophelia asked.

"Maybe, it means that we're closer than we think. Maybe there's something else down here." Scott explained.

"We can't just be waiting for something to-" Stiles began.

"Look out!" Ophelia shouted as Stiles was thrown to the ground by the Chimera.

Ophelia lunged at Noah holding the Chimera down, hissing at him. "Let me go, please, please." Ophelia growled at him. "They're coming." The Original looked down the hall hearing the familiar rattles and clicking.

"They're here." Ophelia muttered, getting off of Noah.

"You're not going anywhere." Stiles demanded.

"I said I don't remember." He pleaded.

"You don't remember anything?" Stiles asked in disbelief.

"No. Not when it happens. Not when I change." Noah explained.

"You clawed my dad half to death, okay, and now it's poisoning him. You're gonna start remembering every detail right now." Stiles gritted his teeth.

"They're getting closer." Ophelia looked down the hall.

"I hear them too. Hey, Stiles, get him out of here. Go to the hospital. Figure out a way to save your dad." Scott demanded.

"We can't take them." Malia looked to the two.

"Have a little faith." Ophelia tilted her head to the coyote, narrowing her eyes down the hall, her claws flicking from her finger tips.

"We can slow them down." Scott nodded to the two. Stiles ran off with Noah. The trio watched as the doctors walked down the hall towards them. "We're gonna be okay." Scott reassured the girls.

"Scott, you both are going to die down here." Ophelia said in disbelief, since she couldn't be killed unless the doctors had a white-oak stake behind their backs.

"No, we're not." Scott reassured them.

"How are you so sure?" Ophelia asked.

"Because, Malia isn't the only one I called." Scott spoke up to the two.

"Get down!" The familiar voice spoke. Chris Argent shot towards the Doctors, Freya walking in behind him chanting giving the doctors aneurysms. Elijah, and Klaus sped in grabbing the three.

"Run." Elijah demanded, the three sped off down the hall to the exit.

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OPHELIA walked towards her bedroom, after hearing her brothers and sister argue over how she could have been killed or injured, she finally got away. After today's events, Stiles' dad almost dying, Theo stringing her along. She needed a break from it all, a distraction, anything to keep her mind at ease. She hated herself for letting her guard down for one boy. She swore she'd keep it up for the sake of the pack, keep an eye out for anything suspicious or anyone. And that diminished when a boy gave her the time of day. Her sadness turned into anger, and as each day goes by her anger increases.

She entered her room in a huff. Walking towards her vanity, letting her long hair out of it's up-do. Breathing in deeply, she dug into her sweatshirt's pocket bringing out a blood bag up to her lips, her veins under her eyes appearing slowly. She looked away from the mirror feeling disgusted with herself as she sipped on the bag. She looked up and was greeted by familiar blue eyes.

She put the bag down on her vanity. Her hands shaking slightly. Brett walked over to her, his thumb hovering beneath her eyes, feeling the veins beneath them. Looking down to her in awe, she fluttered her eyes close at the wolf's touch. Forgetting that she was ever mad at him, or at anyone, all she wanted was to be held.

"Why-" She began.

"I'm sorry." He whispered gazing in her eyes. "I wasn't being 100% honest, about, how, I couldn't be with you. Satomi's rules, well, partially it's because of it. But-" He sighed and walked away from the shorter girl sitting on her bed.

"But what?" She walked between his legs, confusion in her doe eyes.

Brett inhaled sharply, swallowing a lump in his throat not wanting to cry. "One day-" He whispered tears breaming his eyes. "You're going to lose me." She looked away not wanting to cry. He held her smaller hands in his, with a sad smile.

"Don't say that." She muttered shaking her head, tears gathering in her doe eyes, but nonetheless he continued.

"I'm going to grow old. And you're still going to be young and the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on." He smiled looking at their intwined hands.

She shook her head, as her eyes watered looking at the boy in front of her. "Stop." She pleaded quietly. "Please." She begged, not wanting to hear him talk about the day she'd have to lose him as well.

"I'm scared of leaving you behind." He admitted. She kneeled down so she was looking up at him, she took his face in her small hands. "I don't want you to go through anymore grief, O." He let the tears stream down his face. "I don't want to be the reason you feel pain. The reason why you want to turn it all off." He held her hands that were now on his face, kissing her palms. "You may think you're a bad person, but you're not." He shook his head with a small smile. "You're good." He nodded. Ophelia's lip quivered, running the pads of her thumbs against his cheek bones wiping away his warm tears.

"I remember how you told me, how you felt when Erica died, Allison, Stefan; everyone you have loved. I don't want you to go through that when I'm gone one day. Even if it is years from now. I don't want you to feel like that ever again." He shook his head, sniffling. "You don't deserve that. After everything you've been through."

"What's worth dying for if not love?" She whispered. Brett looked down into her doe eyes, both seeing nothing but regret and sadness. "I don't want to fight with you." She sniffled.

"Neither do I." He mumbled.

"Can you stay with me please?" She asked him with hopeful eyes.

The wolf nodded his head and kissed her forehead. Brett stood up, picking up the smaller girl and laying her down in her bed, as he laid beside her. "Promise me, you won't ever leave me." She looked up meeting his icy blue eyes, which held nothing but admiration and love.

"I promise." He whispered. Brett pulled her into his chest, kissing her forehead. "Okay?"

"Okay." She nodded tiredly. They both fell asleep to each other's heart beats. Even though he knew she was to be with another, he'd be there by her side till his final breath.

AN 🦋✨🧚🏼‍♀️

listen to the song when Brett and Lia are together.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭, 𝟏𝟖𝟖𝟖