Thanks to those who are still commenting and voting, knowing you're still there means a lot to me.

I just wanna let you know I'm going to try and keep with the week to week, but I am back at uni now so some weeks may be slower than others.

I've decided this story will be ending after season 3B, but I really hope you guys will still finish this book with me. I'm sorry it has taken as long as it has xo

I do have some stories sitting in my works, so who knows what's to come. I considered stopping writing altogether, but it's a fun hobby and it's awesome to see that everyone enjoys it like I do. So, we'll see.

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Mr Argent began to put gun after gun on the desk in front of us, looking through them all. It was great and all, but none of us knew how to use a gun. Well, potentially Allison.

While he continued to lay out almost his whole collection, Allison was off to the side spinning her butterfly knives. She headed over to the desk, sitting them besides her father's guns.

"I thought you guys were retired," Stiles pointed out, eyes wide as he observed all of the weapons.

"Retired, yes," Mr Argents agreed. "Defenseless, no. Make sure your phones are on. If you hear from Scott, you let us know immediately."

Stiles pulled out his phone as if the single act would mean that Scott hadn't walked away with Deucalion. No luck.
"Yeah, I'm thinking that's gonna be kind of unlikely."

We all exchanged glances at the comment, knowing what Stiles was referring to.
"Give him a bit of credit, Stiles. And his mum is missing; he's on edge."

Mr Argent nodded, "You all need to try to remember he's just doing what he thinks is right."

Suddenly a voice came from the door.
"I can't shoot a gun or use a crossbow, but. . . well, I'm getting pretty good with these," Isaac flexed his fingers and brought out his claws.

I walked over to him and gave him a hug, avoiding the claws. "I'm so glad to see you. Are you okay?"
And I was worried about him. I hadn't seen him since Boyd was murdered and he hadn't really been answering my calls.

He nodded, "Not great. Better now that I'm seeing you."

I rolled my eyes as I pulled away from him, shoving his shoulder lightly. "Cute," I chuckled as I walked back over to Stiles.

My boyfriend put his arm around me protectively as Isaac walked into the room, and I just rolled my eyes again. I couldn't believe he was jealous of Isaac.
"What now, Mr Argent?"

Ignoring the weird little exchange we'd just had, Mr Argent moved on. "Allison, Isaac and I will go to the bank and see if we can find anything. You and Stiles will go and get Lydia. If she really can find the bodies, maybe we can use that. But right now, you're all going to go home and try and get some sleep. You're no good to anyone tired."

"Alright. Stiles, let's go."

We were quick to leave and get in the Jeep, heading over to the hospital so that my car wasn't left there.

It was quiet for the first few minutes, until Stiles cleared his throat.
"So, what was that with you and Isaac?"

I almost scoffed as I looked over to him. He didn't make eye contact as he kept his sight on the road.
I couldn't believe he was actually doing this right now.

"Really, Stiles?" I mean, honestly. "After all that we've been through, and everything that I said at the motel, you think that I would flirt with Isaac?"

Stiles stumbled for a moment, seemingly unprepared for my answer. What did he think I was going to say?
"Well. . . okay, sure, but he was definitely flirting with you."

"He was just being friendly."
Did I even believe me?

Stiles definitely didn't, "I think you and I have very different definitions of friendly."

"It shouldn't matter, Stiles. I chose you. And besides, Isaac was one of the people who pushed me to tell you how I felt."

This left him speechless, the fact that the guy he barely tolerated had been one of the reasons he and I were actually together right now. Stiles didn't seem like he knew how to react.

"Look, Stiles," I sighed, deciding that it was better to not let him say anything.
"If you don't trust me, you need to tell me, because that is a whole other discussion."

"No, no, no, no, no," Stiles said quickly. "Of course I trust you, Ri. It's Isaac I don't trust."

"Well, you're just going to have to keep your trust in me in mind and know that I would never let anything happen there. Okay?"

He nodded, the Jeep falling into silence once more as we arrived at the hospital where my car was still parked.
Parking right beside my car, Stiles turned off the engine.
"Look, I'm sorry. You're right. I do trust you."

I leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. Pulling back, I placed my hand on his, "I love you, Stiles."

His gaze immediately softened as his eyes met mine, "I love you, too."

Even though he wasn't saying it, I knew his mind was elsewhere. And I couldn't blame him for that.
"We're going to find him, okay? I swear, if it is the last thing I do, I will not let anything happen to your dad."

Stiles tried to smile as he rested a hand on my cheek, "You can't promise that, Ri. Please don't."

I didn't really know what to say to that that could possibly ease his mind.
"Why don't you come stay at my place tonight? Probably better than being all alone at your house."

His hand fell as he pursed his lips, "I doubt Charlotte would be all too keen on that."

"I'll speak to her. Just. . . please don't be alone tonight."

He looked like he was going to argue, but eventually just conceded. "Okay. I'll follow behind you."

I got out of the Jeep and then into my own car and began to drive. I didn't know how I was going to save Stiles' dad yet, but I knew I had to do something. I couldn't just sit around and let him lose him like I had my mother.

I looked back in my rear view mirror every once in a while to make sure Stiles was still following behind me, considering he had been yet to see my new place. It would probably take a bit of convincing, but I was sure that Charlotte would let Stiles stay.

Pulling into my driveway I got out of my car, telling Stiles to stay out the front while I went to talk to my sister. He agreed, knowing I had a better chance of convincing her on my own.

Opening the front door, I called Charlotte's name as I walked in.

"Hey," she smiled as her head popped out from the kitchen. "I'm just serving up dinner, where have you been?"

"Sorry, I've just been at the hospital," I said, hoping maybe the sympathy card would work. I couldn't really tell her what was really going on though.

"Oh, my gosh, why?"She asked, rushing out of the kitchen to inspect me for injuries.

I placed my hands on her shoulders to get her to stop, "I'm fine, I promise. It's Stiles, actually."

"What happened to Stiles?"

What did happen to Stiles?
"Well, his dad, more specifically. He's really sick and has to stay overnight, and he doesn't want Stiles home alone. Which leads me to my question-"

"No," she cut me off.

"You haven't even let me ask yet."

"You want to know if Stiles can stay over the night. I know you two are together now, so the answer is no."

Dammit. She would've let him if we weren't dating.
"Please, Char, Scott is out of town right now and he has no one else. He can have my room and I'll take the couch. Come on, you know me."

She narrowed her eyes at me for a moment, before sighing heavily, "Fine. But if I hear anything, he'll be out on the street and I don't care what time it is. Now, go and invite him in for dinner."

"Invite him in? What-"

"Oh, please, I heard the Jeep pull up just as you did. He really needs to take that thing to a mechanic or something," she chuckled.

I smiled as I headed towards the front door. "Thank you, Char."

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When the movie ended Stiles turned off the television, "So, what did you think?"

"Well, it wasn't as lame as I thought it would be," I admitted as I looked up at him. We were sitting on my bed, he had his arm around me and I was laying against him.

"I told you you would like Star Wars!" He exclaimed with a smile.

Yes, I had watched another Star Wars movie. But to be fair, he was going through a lot right now with his dad being missing, so the least I could do was let him pick the movie. Even if it was Star Wars.

I chuckled, glad to see that he was smiling - even if it was just for me to stop bugging him asking how he was every five seconds. "Fine, you win this time. But I choose the movie next time, got it?"

"Deal," he agreed with a small smile. I noticed his smile sinking as the lack of movie distraction only left him with thoughts of his dad.

Just as I was about to ask if he was okay Charlotte pushed the door open, poking her head in. "Alright, I'm going to bed, so that means so are you two. Separate rooms, please."

"Yes, Char," I smiled. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight. And thanks again for letting me stay," Stiles said politely.

Charlotte nodded her head, "Of course, Stiles. Goodnight."

As she left I climbed up off of my bed, pulling a pillow with me, "Alright, I'll see you in the morning. Try and get some sleep, okay?"

Stiles quickly jumped off of the bed and grabbed a hold of my hand, guiding me back into my room. "Riley, I'm not taking your bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

"Stiles, it's fine."

He grabbed each of my shoulders, shaking his head, "Ri, I'll take the couch."
Pulling my pillow out of my hands, he gave me a small kiss and said goodnight before walking out of the room.

I wanted to tell him he had taken the pillow I like to sleep on, but decided against it.  

♡♢♤♧

Morning seemed to arrive slowly after the day we'd all had. I don't think I slept more than three hours.
When I walked out into the kitchen, Stiles was already in there cooking at the stove top.

"Morning," he said quietly, so as not to wake Charlotte up. "There wasn't a whole lot in the fridge, but I managed to pull together some eggs and bacon. Sit down, it'll be ready in a minute."

Wrapping my arms around my chest from the slight chill in the air, I sat down at the bench. I laughed as I looked over at him, "I don't think you've ever cooked me breakfast before. Should I be worried about food poisoning?"

He thought for a moment, before he shrugged, "You've got healing abilities like Scott, so you'll be fine either way. It's Charlotte who should be worried."

I laughed again as he began to plate up the food. It actually looked quite nice.
As I began to eat Charlotte walked into the room.
"I smelt food," she said sleepily.

"There's plenty," Stiles informed her.

Her eyes widened slightly as she took in what she was seeing. "You didn't have to make us breakfast, Stiles."

"It was the least I could do."

Stiles walked over to the stove and Charlotte sat in the seat beside me, sliding a plate over the counter top towards herself. Before she began to eat, she leaned over to whisper in my ear, "He's a keeper."

I choked on my food a little as she chuckled to herself.

After finishing breakfast I went and took a shower and got dressed so that Stiles and I could get over to Lydia's house. We didn't waste any time getting over there, knocking on the door as soon as we arrived.

We heard a shout from inside before the door opened. Mrs. Martin smiled as she let us in and lead us to Lydia's room, before letting us know she would be in the kitchen.

Lydia didn't seem all that surprised to see us, probably due to the fact that I had seen her just last night. We didn't take long to fill her in on everything else she had missed, making sure not to miss anything.

She bit her lips as she thought over everything we had said. "Scott can't really be with them. He can't be."

Stiles sighed, "You didn't see the look on his face, though. It was-"
He didn't even know how to finish the sentence. We were both still unsure of what to do without Scott.

"Then what can I do? I mean, I get that I'm some kind of, like, human Geiger counter for death, but. . . I don't know how to turn it on and off yet," the strawberry blonde told us.
"All I know is that she tried to kill me because of-"

"Lydia, we don't have time for pauses. What?" I said quickly.

She looked like she was coming to some major conclusion as he eyes widened and her mouth fell somewhat agape. "When she called me a banshee, she was surprised by it. What if that's not why she tried to kill me?"

"Then why did she?" Stiles asked.

"That's what we need to find out."

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Lydia and I both got a ride with Stiles to school that day, figuring it would just be easier and we could talk on the way. Unfortunately, no great revelations came to us on the short drive. I had text Scott and Lydia had been texting Aiden. An answer from either of them would've been nice.

"Aiden's not texting me back," Lydia stated as we went down the small staircase to the lower floor of the school.

I quickly checked my phone, before sighing, "Scott's the same."

Stiles stopped in the middle of the hallway, glancing around. Lydia and I both noticed how nervous he was.
Lydia turned to him, "Okay, well, maybe we could just- we could go over there and-"

She stopped talking when Stiles pulled his phone out of his pocket, receiving a text. He didn't reply as he read the text, his hands began to quake ever so slightly.

I stepped over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, "Stiles?"

"Oh, God," Lydia said barely above a whisper. "What is it now?"

Stiles lowered his phone, but he didn't look up as his eyes started blinking more than normal - a nervous twitch of his I had picked up on. "It's from Isaac. Jennifer, she t- she has Allison's father. She took him." He looked up, "She's got all three now."

His hands were shaking as he slid his phone back into his pocket, his face beginning to go pale.

"There's still time," Lydia tried to reassure him, but she didn't seem too confident. "We still have time, right?"
Stiles was always the one with the plan keeping everyone together. Without him we'd be lost.

Stiles began to gasp heavily, verging on hyperventilating. He stumbled backwards as he edged around Lydia and I, trying to get past us.

Noticing he was starting to downwards spiral, I stepped in front of him trying to get him to focus. "Hey, you're okay. You hear me? Stiles?"

"Stiles?" Lydia asked, confused as to what was going on. If this was what I thought it was, then I needed to get him somewhere less crowded.
"Stiles?" Lydia continued as the boy held up a hand. "Are you okay? What is it?"

A held Lydia back, "Stop. He needs space."

Stiles nodded as he gulped, bringing a hand to his chest, "I think I'm having a panic attack."

"I know, I know, okay," I told him softly. Turning to Lydia I spoke quickly, "Call Isaac, see what the play is in terms of saving everyone. I'm going to take care of Stiles."

She nodded and told me she'd call when she had something, before I grabbed Stiles' hand and lead him out of the hallway. The closest room that was empty was the boy's locker room, so that's where I took him.

He stumbled in after me, bumping into lockers as he did so. Taking his bag out of his hands I dropped both mine and his on the ground as Stiles slid down the lockers to the floor.

He was breathing in short spurts as he slumped to the side, his eyes searching frantically. "I can't. . . breath," he managed to get out. "Don't. . . don't leave me."

Kneeling in front of him, I grabbed his hands and held them in mine, squeezing tightly. "Stiles, I'm here, I'm not leaving. I'm not going anywhere."

He nodded, but nothing changed, his state growing worse. "Alright, um, tell me about Star Wars."
When he didn't say anything, I placed a had on one of his cheeks and got him to focus on me. "Stiles, talk to me about Star Wars."

Stiles gulped heavily, "There's, uh, Jedis and- I don't know - I. . .I can't think."

Stroking my thumb along his cheek, I decided to try something else. "Alright. You need to try and slow your breathing then? Okay? Deep breaths in and then out. Follow me."
I began to take deep breaths, four seconds in, four seconds out.

When Stiles made no attempt to follow, my other hand rose to meet his free cheek. "With me," I instructed with more force.

Stiles steadily began to do as I said, his shaking breaths rattling out of him at a slower pace. "You're okay," I whispered. "It'll all be okay. You're almost there."

His chin quivered as he tried to keep with my breathing, but listening carefully, I could hear that his heartbeat was still beating somewhat faster than normal. "Stiles, we're going to count to ten."

He nodded against my forehead, beginning to count with me. When we reached ten, his breathing had slowed to an adequate pace. We sat there quietly in the silence of the locker room, my hands still on his face.

When he was able to steady himself, he sat back so that he could see my face. "How'd you know how to do that?" He asked softly.

Taking my hands from his face, I tucked my hair behind my ears. "After your mum died and you started having panic attacks, I researched them a bit so that if I was ever with you I'd know how to help you," I explained.

Stiles' eyes blinked a few times as he stared at me, before he leaned back forward and kissed me. This one wasn't rushed; it was slow and sweet.
"You're amazing," he told me as our lips parted

"You know I'd do anything for you," I reminded him, embracing him tightly.