𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

As I'm walking towards the library I see Scott and the twins racing down the hallway towards me and I grab my brother's arm, causing him to stop as he looks at me.

"What's going on?" I ask him.

"We can hear one of Argent's emitters" Ethan answers.

"It's in the basement" Aiden adds.

Before anyone else can speak, I spin on my heels and start racing towards the basement.

"Nat, slow down!" Scott shouts, chasing after me with the twins.

We reach the bottom of the stairs to the basement and as we turn the corner my heart drops at the sight of Stiles stood there with the emitter in his hand.

"Stiles" I breathe out.

I make a move to walk towards the boy but I am held back by my brother who gives me a warning look.

"Okay, I know what you guys are thinking, but it's me" Stiles rushes out "I swear to God, it's me"

I hear two growls from behind me and I turn my head in time to see both the twins run at Stiles, eyes glowing blue and teeth on show.

"No!" I scream.

"Wait, stop!" Scott hollers.

I throw my arms up and large wisps of electric pink wrap themselves around Ethan, pulling him away from Stiles. Aiden grabs Stiles by the neck and lifts him up, causing my eyes to widen.

"I said stop!" Scott demands.

Aiden growls at Scott and my brother's eyes turn crimson red as he snarls back at the boy in anger, making him back up in surrender. Once I see that Ethan is calm, I let go of my hold on him and he turns to me with a glare, but I see no hate behind his actions.

"It's me, Scott. I swear it's me" Stiles pleads "I don't know where i've been the last two days or what i've been doing, but this is me. I promise"

I study the boy's skittish movements, between the way his hands shake slightly and his eyes move around the room nervously I feel relief settle in my stomach. The nogitsune's sickly confident demeanour is gone and Stiles own twitchy self is back.

"It's him, Scotty" I sigh, wrapping my hand around my brother's arm.

"You know that happened at the hospital?" Ethan snaps.

"I know more than that" Stiles retorts.

The Stilinski boy walks over to his bag and crouches down, pulling out folded up blueprints.

"You see this?" Stiles speaks up, unfolding the paper "It's a blueprint of the hospital's electrical wiring. You see all these markings in red? That's my handwriting"

"I know I did this. I caused the accident" He adds.

Scott and I share a worried look before my brother crouches down in front of the pale boy. The twins take a step forward on either side of me and I roll my eyes at their overprotective nature.

"And everything in this bag, it's all stuff that could be part of something bigger" Stiles says.

Ethan crouches down next to Scott and picks up a handsaw, looking at Stiles in disbelief.

"What the hell have you been up to?" Ethan asks him.

"I think something worse" Stiles answers "A lot worse"

"That's just wonderful" I huff sarcastically.

The twins start carefully emptying out the duffle bag, ropes and chains being placed on the table along with duct tape and many other objects.

"That the hell were you doing? Building a Terminator?" Aiden scoffs.

"Thank you for that" Stiles retorts.

"Guys, this is a map" Scott declares, placing down a sheet of paper.

"Is that the cross country trail?" Ethan points out a red marker line.

"That's the Tate car. Where Malia Tate's family died" Scott then notices.

"You mean that's where her father put the steel jawed traps" Stiles counters, his eyes meeting my own.

We share a look of horror, the memory of him saving me from one of the traps still very fresh in my mind.

❦ ❦ ❦

"Coach!" Stiles hollers as we run from the Jeep to the man.

"Stilinski, whoa" Coach jumps up from his seat on a boulder.

"Coach, listen close" Stiles warns him.

Aiden stands by my side as Stiles rambles out an explanation to the teacher who listens carefully before his eyes practically pop out of his head in disbelief. We all start running and we stumble upon Kira in Scott's arms.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Stiles demands "Everyone, stop!"

The large group of cross country runners slow to a stop behind us, all of them looking at us in complete confusion. Stiles crouches down and starts moving the leaves, finding a metal chain.

The Stilinski boy gently starts moving along as he collects the chain and once he reaches the end, there's no trap attached to the chain. Coach starts clapping sarcastically and I frown in confusion, this doesn't make any sense.

"Congratulations, Stilinski. You found a length of chain" Coach announces "Can somebody now please tell me what the hell's going on?"

"Hey, Coach!" Scott yells and I notice the trip wire at the man's feet far too late.

An arrow comes whizzing out of nowhere as I'm grabbed by both Stiles and Aiden, the boys pushing me behind them.

"Oh, crap" I hear Coach mutter.

I push past the boys just in time to see Coach collapse with the arrow buried in his stomach, a red stain growing on his shirt.

"Shit" I gasp.

Stiles, Aiden, Scott and I all drop down next to the man as people start gathering around us in shock. The man's calm demeanour vanishes and he starts screaming, flailing around. Scott and Aiden hold Coach's arms down as Stiles tries to stop the bleeding and I hold down his kicking legs.

"Get it out of me! Get it out of me! Get it out of me!" Coach screams "Oh, my God, I'm going to die! Get it out of me! I'm going to die!"

"Coach, you're not going to die" Stiles assures him.

"I'm going to die!" Coach protests.

"It will hurt less if you stop moving, Coach" Aiden advises.

"Get that thing out of me!" Coach shrieks.

"Stay still, Coach. An ambulance is coming" Aiden declares.

"Get it out!" Coach yells "I'm gonna die!"

"You're going to be fine" I tell him.

"Get back! Get back! Give him some room!" Aiden shouts at the crowd of people who all listen, moving away from us.

"Stiles, calm down" I warn the boy who looks more scared than Coach himself.

"I'm fine" He lies.

"You're literally shaking" I argue, looking down at his shaky hands.

He tries to stop them from moving so much but fails miserably so I move my hands from the man's legs, placing them on top of Stiles' bloody set and pushing down firmly.

Scott grabs Coach's wrist and starts taking his pain, black veins running up the Alpha's arm. As my brother lets go, Coach's head lulls to the side and he lets out shallow breaths.

"I think he just passed out" Aiden states.

"You think?!" I hiss.

Stiles pulls his bloody hands away from the man and looks down at them as they violently shake, tears pooling in his honey brown eyes.

"I could have killed him" Stiles starts to panic "I could have killed him, right? What if it was his head or his throat?"

"But it wasn't" Scott counters "And he's going to be all right"

"I think I just heard an ambulance coming" Aiden buts in.

"And my dad" Stiles realises.