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babeyvenus · 10 months

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 68: Bleeding Brother

A/N: gonna be a spam of chapters bc I think it's about time. Feedback always welcome!

As the four headed back to Scott's house, they were debating on whether or not to call Stiles and tell him about what had happened with the possibility of killing a Hellhound.

It made no sense to either of them as to what was going on, and Stiles was the brains of the pack.

But…

Scott sits down on the edge of his bed, glaring at his phone screen as he looks at the voicemail Stiles had sent him moments ago.

Malia and Lydia sit down beside him as Sam paces, still refusing to ruin Stiles' time where he was.

Scott was in a limbo. He knows his best friend wanted the best for Stiles, but they also needed him too. Scott’s voice is hesitant as he calls out to Sam. “Sam–”

She fixed him with a widened eyed look and pointed at him with a snap. “You call him and I'm snatching your damn fingers. The boy deserves a break. It's enough that he's already had the responsibility of being the sheriff's son, but being here hasn't been too kind for him in the past couple of years. He finally has a chance to just do him.", she rambled.

She'd finally stopped pacing, her shoulders sagged. She frowned sadly, as she remembers all the times he was in danger. “We almost lost him. Again and again and again. I'm not risking it anymore.”

Scott frowns, but nods in agreement. However… “If this turns out to be something big, and we don’t call him…”

Sam sits by the bed, letting out a sigh. "I know. He won't like it. But it'd be worth it if he won't get hurt."

Malia looks between the three and shrugs as she speaks. “Maybe we should go back to the woods tonight and find the killer?”

Lydia sighs and turns her attention to Scott. “Scott…”

He frowns and looks at his phone. “You guys didn’t hear his voice. He sounded really excited to be there.”

“And he should be. We shouldn't ruin that. Just play the damn voicemail.”, Sam said.

Scott presses the voicemail on his phone and plays it on speaker. “Hey, Scott. So, I’m here. I’m in Quantico, Virginia at the FBI. I’m at the fucking FBI! It’s real. I’m really here–”

The four smile at the sound of his voice. “And I kinda told Lydia that I miss her and I can’t wait to get home, but listen, Scott…"

They all sigh.

Scott frowns. "Whatever you’re doing right now, either of you, just make sure you’re still getting out of Beacon Hills. I mean, maybe you think you can’t leave, you know, like the whole thing falls apart if you’re not there, which, I get… but you have to. I know you’re supposed to drive out tonight, so, if you don’t call me back, just promise me you’re actually going. Just get in the Jeep and go. If you have to drag Sammy out of there, you do it. I know she won't leave. Not if she's still waiting for that stupid sourwolf.", Stiles says, making Sam roll her eyes.

"Alright, later man, I’ll talk to you soon.”

Scott turns off his phone. “We’ll try to figure this out, find Argent, maybe this won't all be something big and we can just tell him when it’s over.”, he said with hope.

Sam frowned. “Let's… give it a couple of days. Maybe a week and if it all goes to shit, we’ll call him.”

Scott stands up with a sigh. “Then, let's head back to the woods.”, he said and the girls nod.

After arriving at the preserve, they look around.

"So what else could we look for?", Malia asks Scott, but he doesn't answer.

The girls frown at him. "Scott.", Lydia called. Suddenly, Scott runs off as if he was chasing something. The girls look at each other before running after him.

Malia pants, "We can still catch him." They catch up to him and Scott turns to them, confused. “Catch who?”

Sam looks at him with furrowed eyebrows as she catches her breath. Malia frowns and shares a look with Lydia. “The killer. What were you thinking about?”, Lydia asks.

Scott holds up the bullet casing in between his fingers. “Getting the bullet to Argent.”

“Even if he’s the one who fired it?”, Malia asks and he nods. “Especially if he’s the one.”

Scott turns away and freezes as if he is on high alert. “Do you hear that?”, he asks, looking at Malia and Sam.

They nod. “Heartbeats.” Sam feels for any presences and frowns at the familiarity of them. Before she could speak up, panic struck on Scott’s face. “A lot of them. They’re coming.”

Lydia and Malia frown at him. “Who?”

Scott turns back to where he heard the heartbeats.“Hunters – run!”

Scott takes off running, leaving the girls in confusion before taking off after him. “Scott, wait! Scott!”, Malia yelled.

He ignored their calls and seemed to run faster. As they try their best to catch up, they're met with deputies with their guns drawn and flashlights beaming at a pair of bodies on the ground.

The girls' eyes widened as they took in the sight of Scott and Noah.

Noah lifts one of his hands towards the Deputies and warns, “It’s okay. Everybody, stay back. it’s just a kid.”

As they got closer, they could hear one of the female deputies ask, “What’s wrong with his eyes?”

“Shit.”, Sam mutters and moves up to the two. Parrish's order rings clear, “You heard the Sheriff, stand down!”

Sam kneels next to Scott, giving an apologetic look to the sheriff before taking Scott's hands who looks at her with embarrassed expression. He was still struggling to get his breathing and pounding heart in check. “Deep breaths, Scotty. You remember?", Sam asked.

Scott swallowed and nodded, following their traditional technique. Once he calmed down, she looked at him and gave him a nod. "What happened back there?”, Noah asked.

They help Scott stand up and Sam looks at the sheriff. "There's…something we need to show you."

They head back through the preserve towards the area where they found the dead body of the hellhound.

They show the body to Noah, Parrish and a few other deputies who search around the crime scene, looking for any more clues.

Scott turns to Noah, embarrassed. “I’m really sorry.”

Noah dismissed it with a smile and a shake of his head. He didn't blame the boy for a freakout. So long as he wasn't committing mass murder, that is.

Sam frowns as she looks at Parrish. “How much you think they saw?", she asked, nodding over to the deputies. Parrish shrugs. “No more than they’re used to.”

Noah crosses his arms. “I still wanna know what happened.”

“He’s a Hellhound.”, Parrish explains, pointing at the body. Malia clarifies. “A dead Hellhound.”

Lydia frowns at her as the sheriff shakes his head. “Yep, got that.”

Parrish frowns. “Well, I don’t get it. I didn’t think you could kill a Hellhound.”

Malia flicks her eyebrows up, unimpressed. “Looks a lot easier than we thought.”

A pause waves over them and the sheriff and deputy looked at them almost suspiciously.

Noah speaks up. "You got anything you wanna add?”

Scott fidgets but doesn't say anything. Sam rubs behind her neck. “We just didn't think any bullet was able to do that.”

Noah nods and Parrish frowns as he looks at the hellhound’s body once more. “I'd hope not.”

As they drove back to Scott's house, they all sighed. Lydia looks at Sam, frowning. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Sam frowns and looks at Scott. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Malia looks at all of them. “Why didn’t any of you say anything? Wait, was I supposed to say something?”

Scott frowned. “No. None of us said anything because it’s Argent, and he deserves a chance to tell us himself what’s going on.”

Sam looks at them. "So none of us are gonna say anything until we talk to him. For now, we'll just have to figure this shit out ourselves.”

Lydia and Malia look unsure but Lydia sighs. “As long as we talk to Argent soon.”

Sam frowns, tiredly. "Now would be preferable."

Scott rubs his hands over his thighs, raising his brows and nods. “Finding Argent is the first priority.”

Moments later, Lydia brings Sam over to the Sheriff's station after having to explain she had a premonition of Parrish. Their first plan was having to ask Parrish for access to the card readers because of the sound Lydia heard.

He agrees and helps them down to the holding cell area. Once they were there, Sam sighed as Lydia stared at the bars of the cell. “Is that it? The sound you heard?”, Parrish asked after sliding a key card.

She shook her head. “No, it’s something else.”

They left the holding cells and made their way through the station and into the bullpen where the other deputies were working.

Parrish sits on his desk, having Lydia and Sam stop in front of him. He frowns as he thinks out loud. “It could be any kind of public facility. Hospital, a fire station, or…”

Sam frowns deeply. “Or a mental institution.”

Parrish's head snaps up as he frowns at Sam. “No.”

“Eichen House.”, Sam muttered. Parrish sighs, shaking his head.

Lydia gives him a grimace. “The card readers on the doors?” He nods. “It’s the Closed Unit.”

Parrish stands once more, giving the girls a firm look. “You’re not going back to Eichen, and you’re definitely not going anywhere near the Closed Unit.”

Lydia almost pouts but leans a little closer to him. “What if there’s a connection to the…” She lowers her voice. “Dead Hellhound?”

He immediately shakes his head anyway. “Absolutely not. What if you go there again and someone tries to kill you? Which seems to happen every time either of you go in there!”

Sam frowns. “It’s what we got right now.”

He frowns at her. “If I bring you anywhere near that place either the sheriff will kill me, Stiles will kill me or Derek.”

She raises an eyebrow. She expected the first two, but Derek?

Parrish catches onto her confusion. "He made it very clear, before he left, not to let you get into any more trouble while he was gone or anywhere near the Eichen House again. Said something about you being drugged or something…", he trailed off.

"Look, if you're so worried, then you can come with us.”, Lydia suggested. Parrish smiles and shakes his head while reaching over to his desk chair and grabs his jacket. “Or… I can go alone and the two of you can stay here in the nice, safe Sheriff’s station.”

Before he leaves, Sam walks up to him. "Hold on, Jordan.", she says and makes a motion for him to lower his head.

Confused, he does just that, only flinching once he feels a strand of hair being plucked from his head. His head snaps back up, frowning at the girl as he rubs the sore spot. "What was that for?"

She grins, "Gray hair."

He narrows eyes, slightly offended and leaves the girl at the station. Lydia looks at her. "It's not a gray hair.", she says and Sam gives her a unimpressed look with an eyebrow raised.

Looking around, Sam makes sure none of the other deputies were watching and makes a resin in the floor before putting Parrish's hair strand in the middle.

Once she placed a hand over the circle, the crescent moon appeared on her forehead, indicating that the linking spell worked.

Moments of waiting and they were getting nowhere. Hadn't heard from Parrish or anything.

However, Lydia's attention was gathered by a calendar reminder on her phone.

Last day to register for MIT– today, 6:00PM.

Sam frowns sadly as she looks at her friend who frowns as well. "You should've registered.", Sam mutters. Lydia looked at her.

Sam glanced at her. "Register for online classes, at least.", she said with a smile. She didn't want her friends to miss chances of their lives outside of Beacon Hills and its troubles.

Lydia smiles. "I'll do that." Before she could get another word out, she sat up straight, looking at a deputy placing her walkie talkie on a charger.

The girls share a look and Lydia gets up, sneaking over to the walkie talkie. Sam watches as the girl messes with the device, listening for whatever she was listening for.

Lydia raises the volume, and the sound of static enters the room from the device. The girls looked around to see if anyone was paying attention and no one was so Sam nodded at Lydia to continue.

In seconds, Sam's wrist felt like it was freezing as the small crescent moon appeared on her forehead once more. The girls looked at each other with wide eyes.

“Time to go.”, Sam mutters, leading Lydia out of the station.

Once they arrived to the Eichen House, Sam paused as she tried to sense where Parrish could've been.

After a minute, it was faint, but she sensed him in a cell.

The moment they walk in there, she'd be powerless. The only thing she could think about was how they rushed in there to search for Stiles, only for him not to be there. To look for Lydia as she was getting tortured, only for Sam, Scott and Kira left Stiles and Lydia to look for Valack while the dread doctors tormented them with their presence.

Each time she remembered, she felt helpless. How the hell were they gonna get Parrish out?

Lydia notices the girl's hesitation and holds her hand. Sam's eyes locked onto Lydia who gave her a soft smile. "I got you."

Once the gate slammed behind them, Sam accepted her fate. There was no turning back as they entered the building.

As they walked the hallways for the closed unit, Sam made sure to keep Lydia close. Lydia was more bound to this place than she was and it'd hurt her if Stiles knew that she let Lydia get in trouble with the place.

However, the dark hallways were keeping her on edge. It wasn't easy to keep a brave face as they looked around.

“Why aren’t the lights on…?”, Lydia whispered as they looked at all the unlocked doors. If only it was that easy when they were trying to save her the first time.

"I'm not liking the looks of this, Lydia.", Sam muttered. They both jump at the sound of gates slamming behind them.

Lydia yells for Parrish but Sam glares at her. Her yelling was gonna give them away. Whoever was here obviously didn't want anyone down here.

She wished she could just sense someone's presence. Even if it was just theirs.

Something.

It was better than nothing.

They pause as they hear a female voice. “It’s here."

“We should be killing them.”, another voice says.

“Wait!”, they heard Parrish yell before jumping at the sound of a loud, echoing gunshot ringing through the hallways.

The girls glanced at each other before sneaking to where the sound came from.

Their eyes widen as they see a doctor pointing a gun at Parrish's forehead, muttering that he didn't have to be afraid anymore.

Before he could pull the trigger, Lydia raised her arms and let out her banshee screech at the man, and sent him flying toward the wall of the cell, and fell to the ground, knocked out.

Sam rushed over to Parrish, taking in his state. He was freezing, just like how her wrist felt earlier. "You regret not letting us come with you now?", she asked, taking off her hoodie and wrapped it around him before helping him up.

"I-I had h-him…", Parrish weakly scoffs, but gives the girls an appreciative smile as they help him out of the institution.

After leaving the sheriff's department, Lydia and Sam drove back to Scott's house, finding out they had found Chris at a gun deal that he was supplying the entire time.

Chris informed Scott that he wasn't avoiding the teens, but had been busy providing and investing in gun sales.

It didn't make any sense, though. They hadn't seen any hunters in so long. The Argent clan practically stopped going after supernaturals in Beacon Hills ever since the incident in Mexico.

"Well…I asked him about the casing and he said he hadn't stamped a bullet since… y'know.", Scott explains, making Sam frown sadly.

It was understandable but still made no sense as to how the bullet was still stamped by his family's graving.

After Scott's explanation, Lydia and Sam inform them about what had happened to Parrish and Dr. Fenris.

Scott and Malia's eyes widened. “He killed every supernatural in the Closed Unit? All of them?”

The girls nodded. Lydia shrugged her shoulders. “He said he couldn’t see it any other way.”

Sam frowned. “Apparently, he was so angry because he struggled to "protect the world" from the things in the closed unit and decided he shouldn’t cage the supernatural and then killed them so humanity wouldn't be afraid anymore.”

Malia scoffs. “Well, I’ve got another way. You don’t kill everyone.”

“He was afraid.”, Lydia frowns. It made a little sense. “The wolves, the rats. Everything links back to fear.”

Scott frowns in thought. “But what is everyone afraid of?” In a second, Scott takes the casing out of his pocket, frowning sadly. “…Us.”

He placed the bullet on the kitchen island and drums his fingers on the island. “We don’t know what fear would do to somebody. I mean, it can change them. They’ll look at us differently. They’ll do things that they’ve never done before.”

Malia frowns in frustration. “People can be so stupid.”

Lydia shakes her head. “They’re not stupid, they’re scared.”

Sam stares at the bullet. “And when people are scared, they'll do things way beyond their expectations."

The next day, Scott informed the three of Brett's assault, and was introduced to Brett’s sister, Lori, who was already waiting for them. The girl informed them that she had found a bloody lacrosse stick by Brett’s car.

Mason and Liam showed up with each other along with Lydia and Malia.

After they discuss their plans, Lydia speaks of hers. “I’ll stay here and try to see if I can get anything.”

Scott, Malia, and Sam nod.

Mason jabs a thumb over his shoulder toward the school. “Corey is in a study group so we can stay with Lydia, we can – you know, try to be helpful?”, Mason suggests, much to Lydia's surprise.

She shrugs. “Fine, meet me in the Chemistry classroom.”

They walk to the school while the other 5 move to where Lori saw her brother's blood. “His blood is over here.” Liam nods, jogging over to her “Let's go.”

They follow the blood trail into the preserve with Liam leading ahead. He stops at a tree with an arrow in it and lifts his hand up to the end of the arrow, turning and aiming his arm from where the arrow was shot. “Here.”

The older four watch, catching onto his line of sight. Suddenly, Sam hears a crunch under her foot and steps back to see a black phone that Lori picks up. She looks at Sam. “It’s his.”

The boys look at the phone. Liam frowns, “I think he set a trap.” Scott gains a look of agreement on his face. “He’s fighting back.”

"And now we know he’s alive.”, Sam says.

Lori turns towards the tree, looking around frantically. “But he’s still hurt. We need to find him. He needs to know we’re here,” she says, worriedly. In a beat, she takes a deep breath in and turns towards the preserve, making Malia's eyes widen as she stops her. “You want the hunter to know we’re here, too?”

Sam frowns as she senses another presence. "She's right. It's not a smart move. Could be a setup for the rest of us."

Liam shakes his head. “He’s new – we can take him.”

Malia turns to the boy. “What if Brett howls back? He’ll lead the hunter right to him.”

Scott shakes his head. “No, we could find him first. There’s no human that can track sounds faster than we can, and we’ve got the advantage. We’ve done this before. We know what we’re doing, guys.”

Malia's eyebrows furrowed as she looked around. “How come I can’t catch his scent?”

“He’s masking it.”, Lori explains. Malia grumbles “Can someone tell him not to?”

Liam walks past them, pointing to the ground a few feet away from them. “He went this way.”

He takes off down the trail. "Liam–!", Sam calls before chasing after him with Lori, Scott and Malia.

They stop after a moment, catching their breath. Malia places her hands on her hips “The trail’s gone.”

“Uh, maybe he just stopped bleeding?”, Scott suggests.

“Guys, I think we should split up. Lori and I go this way, you guys go that way.”, Liam says. Lori speaks up. “Or maybe we go in five directions?”

Sam frowns. “Yeah, no.”

“Sam, we have a better advantage. it’s five against one.”, Liam frowns. “This isn't a 5v1 game, Liam. If we split up, only one of us is taking him on.”, Sam says.

Liam frowns. “I’ve been doing this the past three months without your guys’ help. I think I can make a decision.”, he says, making Sam raise her eyebrows at his boldness.

“Well, if you’re deciding to do something stupid and die, then go ahead.”, Malia huffs, making Sam give her an unimpressed look. “It’s one hunter – one amateur – who doesn’t know what they’re doing.”

Scott kneels on the ground, moving some dirt around and revealing footprints in the mud underneath. “Scott?”, Sam calls.

Liam looks at footprints. “The hunter.. he’s covering his tracks.”

“There’s another.”, Scott informs as he moves more dirt that was moved over to cover the other set of prints.

Malia gets closer. “Two of them?”

“Probably more.”, Sam huffs. The feeling of being scouted even with her detection didn't settle her at all.

Lori looks at Scott. “How many hunters have you seen out here before?”

Scott looks at her. “…a lot.”

Sam frowns at Liam. “Still think it's a good idea to split up?”

Almost pouting, Liam looks at her. “We can deal with it later. We just need to find Brett’s trail.”

Lori shook her head and pointed at a stack of rocks. “No, we don’t. Rock balancing – Satomi taught us. It’s him, and I know where he’s going.”

Lori led them toward the balancing stack of rocks. There was a grate covered by a fallen bushy tree branch, and they climbed down into the tunnels.

After making their way in the tunnels, they found puddles of black liquid, easily resembling black blood. Lori kneels down and swipes her fingers through one of the puddles, letting out a sigh as she turns back to them. “He’s been poisoned.”

“That’s why he’s not healing.”, Scott said, dreadfully.

"I don't think we'll make it to Deaton's.", Sam mutters to Scott.

"What if he only has a few hours to live?”, Lori asks with wide eyes. Sam sighs and looks at her packmates.

Liam frowns, “Well, if we howl, we can find him.”

“That’s too risky.”, Malia counters. Lori frowns at her. “Who cares about the risk? He could be dying.”

Malia turns to Lori. “He’s still moving.”

Scott looks at Sam and she closes her eyes before taking a knee and placing her hand on the ground. If she could feel where Brett is, it'll probably give them an indication of how long he has.

Scott sighs as he watches her. “We just need time to think.” Sam looks at him with furrowed eyebrows. "I can't concentrate under pressure.", she warned.

Lori frowns at Scott. “I need him to know that I’m here, that I’m coming for him.”

Liam looks at Scott. “Yeah, Lori’s right. He has to know we’re here!” He turns back to the black trail and takes a deep breath in.

“Liam, wait!”, Malia yells, but Liam ignores her, roaring down the tunnel.

The silence they heard unsettled them. "Shit.", Sam muttered. They continued down the hall, worriedly.

“Why didn’t he answer…?”, Lori asks. Liam grimaced. “Maybe – maybe he didn’t hear us…”

Sam frowns at him. “Well, I got two solutions. Maybe he's too weak to give a howl or he's been caught. Y'know, by the hunters that's out here??"

Before Liam could retaliate, Scott yells. “Lori, no!” The rest saw Lori's legs walking into a tripwire.

Sam grabs Liam and Malia, after hearing a clicking noise, pulling them back from where she assumed the trap would've come from but her eyes widen once she hears Scott groan. She, Liam and Malia see him hit the wall and let out gasping breaths.

Scott lifts his hands to his stomach where a metal pipe impales him.

Malia and Liam rush over to grab at the end of the pipe, slowly trying to remove it from his body, finally getting it out. Scott lets out a loud groan as he slides down the wall.

Sam walks over to the pipe and sees spikes on the pipe, resembling a mace. "They planned this.", she mutters, looking at the three in front of her. Scott nods, gritting his teeth in pain. “They knew we were coming.”

Malia kneels beside him. “Don’t talk. Just heal and let us figure this out.”

“They’ve been a step ahead of us the whole time.”, Scott growls, holding his stomach in pain. Sam walks over to him, placing her glowing hands over his stomach. "Stop talking, you'll make it worse.", she scolds gently as her arms fill with pain.

Lori frowns sadly, glancing between Scott and down the tunnel. “I’m sorry, but I can’t wait around… we have to go.”

Sam glares at the girl.

Liam nods. “We still have the numbers. Four to two. We’re faster, and we’re stronger. We can take them."

"We'd be faster if she hadn't walked into a tripwire.", Sam growls. She winces, but Scott grabs her hand. "I'll be fine.", he says, trying to get her to stop.

He tries to sit up properly. “They’re smarter too.”

“I don’t care who’s smarter, or faster, or whatever. My brother’s going to die.”, Lori says. Sam turns to her once again. “You have no idea what the hell you're getting yourself into. This isn't just some coincidence. This was planned. Elaborate.”

Sam looks at Scott. "This sounds like something the Argents would do." Scott frowns in realization. He couldn't deny that. They've been through situations like this too long to not know.

Liam looks at Sam. “But they’ve never fought us before.”

“You never from them before.", Sam says. "You’ve never fought hunters, Liam. We need to stick together.”, Scott reminds. Lori shakes her head. “I need to go.”

Liam stops her. “No, you’re not going alone. I’ll go with you."

Sam stands, stopping him. “And how are you gonna do that? Again, you haven't fought any hunters. So what's your plan?”

Liam frowns sadly. “Look, Sam. I know who we are. And we never give up. Especially when it’s someone innocent. When it’s someone alone. When it’s one of our friends.”

Sam frowns at him. "Yeah, against anyone other than hunters. These hunters are way smarter. I just feel like we're running head first into their traps. Picking us off one by one and then what? How're we gonna save Brett?"

She sighs once he gives her an almost pouting look. "Fine. I'll go with you."

Scott nods. “All of you go. I’ll catch up.”

Scott tries to stand, groans and falls back onto the ground, letting out a huff. “I just need a minute.”

Malia looks at Sam. “You go, I’ll stay with him.”, she says.

Sam nods, "Just…stay safe. I'll know if something happens.", she says and leaves with Liam and Lori.

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|pt 2|

humming the smooth melodies of jhené aiko’s music, you slowly walk down the aisles of the bookstore, picking up books and looking at the back reading the synopsis, this morning you woke up and decided you wanted to go to the mall..

usually you go with your bestie but she’s been in florida all week, so you decided to go by yourself, this was a little anxiety inducing but you went straight to your safe haven.. barnes and nobles.. where you can pick any escape you want

you decided you wanted to pick up some romance novels, it probably having to do with it being february and your new found crush but your gonna be delusional and pretend that’s not the case..

you think about him as you look through the books, you haven’t seen him at school all week and you feel worried? it’s odd because you wouldn’t have noticed before but now it’s different..

you haven’t attempted to text him out of fear, but you notice he hasn’t texted you either, it hurts a bit and deep down you can’t help but feel like it was too good to be true..

you shake the thoughts away and collect your books and head to the cashier..

connie silently follows the guards as they lead him out to intake, he’d been locked up the past few, some bullshit about a warrant.. he knew that was a lie.. he knew they needed to get him on something, but unfortunately for them he has one the best lawyers in the country..

he smiles when the guard roughly uncuffs him, muttering for him to get dressed.. the guards leave and immediately he shoves off the jumpsuit wrapped around his waist pulling on his cargos and tee he was last in, he opens the ziplock baggie with his phone in it, calling his employee, he tucks the phone between his ear and shoulder and laces up his shoes

“sir?”

“im out, send the car”

connie hangs up and shoves the phone in his pocket along with his keys and wallet and zips up his jacket, before pressing the button notifying he was done changing—

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you hop off the bus, and start walking back to your house, you carry the few bags of things you bought and shiver at the bite of the cold

“oh nah” you whisper and start to walk a bit faster

a few blocks in you feel the urge to look behind you, you peep a hellcat going slow down the street but you don’t recognize it exactly, you think that’s odd so you keep walking silently keeping note, starting to feel paranoid you turn around again and it’s still following you.. not knowing what to do you keep walking faster until the car finally pulls up next to you and rolls down the window, you prepare to tell the whoever in the car off until you hear

“hey mama”

you stop dead in your tracks and turn to look at the man you’ve been thinking about this whole week

“connie?”

you walk closer to the car and he puts it in park and gets out, before leaning on the door, he smiles

“you missed me?”

wanting to say yes you shrug and say

“where you been? i haven’t seen you at school since last week”

he slowly slides his hands in his pockets and looks at you for a beat and says

“i was locked up, got pulled over on a warrant or sumn, but i got out quick because they had nothing to stand on”

you brows slightly furrow “jail? what kind of warrant did they say it was?”

connie slowly walks closer to you and, softly grabs the bags from your hand and nods towards his car..

“cmon, take a ride wit me real quick”

he goes around the other side of the car opening the door, before you slip inside, he places the bags on your lap and mutters a “seatbelt” and shuts the door quickly walking around to his side and looking around before slipping in the car, the car starts and plays loud drill music before he quickly turns it down and pulls off..

“you didn’t answer my question..” you say softly looking at him

his jaw ticks for a second and his thumb taps the wheel, “ion want you to worry about that aight?” he shoot’s a lazy look towards you..

“should i worry about it” he shakes his head no and you ask..

“is it gonna happen again?” he softly licks his lips and says “i’m gonna make sure it doesn’t”

you look in his eyes as he says that and you get the slightest flash of something sinister behind them, that erupts butterflies in your belly and you softly squeeze your thighs together

“okay” you whisper, and he looks at you again with a slight smile..

after 20 mins of driving you finally ask with a little laugh “where we going?” he pulls up to a parking garage entrance and pulls in before saying

“my crib” your heart skips a beat and, your feel yourself get a bit hot.. “oh” you whisper

“is that okay?” he asks with a teasing smile, pulling into a parking space, “yea i just didn’t expect that”

“don’t worry your safe, your always safe wit me”

you look up at him with a bright smile, and connie nearly wants to fall to his knees, he looks at the brightness in your eyes before it quickly lowers to your lips and he looks away, almost wanting to laugh at how smitten you’ve gotten him..

he opens your door, taking your hand and you walk away hearing the car lock, he leads you to an elevator, and he presses the fob to the button and presses the 10th floor..

you feel his thumb softly go back and forth on the back of your hand “you cold?” he says softly and you nod.. “i could tell when you were outside” he shrugs off his big carthartt jacket and drapes it over your shoulder.. the elevator dings and he pulls you into the hallways stopping at his apartment door, pulling out his keys, unlocking it and nodding you inside

you walk through the door looking around, it smells just like him, the fresh masculine smell, slightly twinged with weed, he kicks he shoes off and you do the same, pulling off your hot pink crocs and neatly placing them next to his shoes…

“so did you just get home today?”

“yea a few hours ago actually, i haven’t been home in a week, i fucking missed it” he pulls off his hoodie causing his shirt to lift under it and you catch a glimpse of his happy trail.. you want to scream because you find that so attractive but you look away fighting back a smile..

you walk further into the seemingly large apartment, looking around at the masculine decor, the black couches and large tv mounted on the wall, you slowly turn and notice a book shelf, you slowly walk towards it, hearing connie in the back opening a fridge.. you graze your fingers on the books about finance, stock investing… and your finger stops on a book about secret society’s.. you look back at connie before you keep scanning the books.. others filled law.. others about cars and guns…

“you like to read?” you ask connie

“that’s how i learn, knowledge is power” connie says as he stands behind you, slowly dragging his hand up your arm.. then slowly moving your braids to one side.. and dragging his lips up your neck inhaling your sent at the same time..

you let out a slow breath.. and you feel his large hands slowly press against your lower belly, and you feel heat slowly pool there..

“your so beautiful you know that?”

you softly smile.. “sometimes i don’t”

he softly pause before slowly turning your face towards his.. “i’m gonna ensure you do”

he looks in your eyes for a beat before letting your face go, “im gonna hop in the shower rq, then we’re gonna dip aight?”

you let a breath “mhm” you nod for reassurance and he smiles a bit before turning around and walking down the hall..

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10 mins later you sitting on his couch tapping through stories.. you start to think about who connie is.. he got out of jail today and you still have yet to know what.. and.. and that phone call! the last time you were in the car together he told you the same thing “don’t worry about it” do you trust him enough to not worry about it? are you going to let curiosity kill the cat?

you hear the bathroom door open cutting your thoughts short, you look up at connie.. the towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets rolling down his abs.. gold chain dangling around his neck.. and his tattoos.. god you love his tattoos.. a snake winding around his arm.. a cross on the side of his neck and a large chest and back piece..

“i can feel you staring pretty girl”

you immediately look away feeling your body heat up from embarrassment.. he laughs a bit and shakes his head.. “it’s okay.. i stare too” you softly turn towards him and look in his eyes.. “i really like your tattoos”

“oh yeah?” “yeah” you whisper back shyly and he smiles at that, connie likes making you nervous.. he likes catching you stare and that little dazed look on your face..

“your gonna come wit me to pick sumn up, and we gon get food after or sumn aight?”

“you know.. you never ask.. you just tell” you say with a teasing smile..

“would you like me to ask? even if i knew the answer already”

“what makes you think i’ll say yes?”

“you haven’t said no yet..”

“maybe i will”

“well let me know when you decide to do that”

you roll your eyes and connie slightly smirks before walking into his room and changing clothes, he goes into his closet looking behind him before grabbing his piece and tucking it his pants, he covers it with his shirt and grabs a thick jacket and pulls on his timbs..

he sprays some of his cologne and slips on his rings and opens his nightstand and grabs his other phone slipping it in his pocket and leaving..

he walks out the room and sees you still patiently waiting on the couch, hearing your nails tap against the screen.. “cmon mama”

he watches your pretty head snap up, you quickly hop up, pulling up your pink sweatpants and rounding the couch walking towards him..

he grabs your hand and you walk out the door together, heading to the elevator and eventually ending up in the parking garage again, this time getting into a different car, he quickly pulls out, nodding to the security guard and pulling into the street..

he zooms pass other cars as he picks up his phone from the cup holder, calling someone..

he looks around before he turns, and starts to speak

“im pulling up, have it ready” soon after he pulls into a warehouse building, you hear his tires crackle against the the gravel and a man stands there holding a large black duffel bag, connie rolls down the window, dapping the man up before reaching down and opening his trunk, silently plopping the back the trunk and shutting it, without another word he begins to walk inside, connie pulls out the driveway pulling out into the street again..

you almost open your mouth to ask what’s in the bag but you choose not too, do you really want to know? do you need to know? it seems connie doesn’t think you do.. so you stay quiet..

connie softly looks over to you.. “whatchu want to eat?” you smile a bit thinking about it “mmm i dunno you pick” he shrugs and smiles “i don’t care about what i eat, i’ve been eating prison food for a week”

you think about it, and you smile getting an idea “let me cook for you” connie slightly pauses and looks over at you, his heart slightly soars and he says “forreal?” “mhm” you nod and connie looks at you with an amused expression on his face, like there’s an inside joke he’s having with himself..

“aight, bet” he quickly makes a u-turn zooming pass cars and soon after pulls into a whole foods.. he parks and nods for you to get out too, you walk hand in hand inside the store and you grab a basket quickly pulling on his hand, leading him to where you need to go..

you stand in the aisle looking at different types of beans as connie stands close behind you, softly rubbing your back “what are you making?”

“rice and beans with jerk chicken” he groans softly and whispers “sheesh” you smile and continue shopping, quickly grabbing all the ingredients and heading to self check out, connie helps scan and pays of course and you quickly put the bags in the car and head back to his place..

the tv is playing in the back as you cut up vegetables, the meat is already marinating in the fridge, and your just focusing on the rice and beans at this point, connie is standing next to you washing the rice..

connie loves this, cooking with someone, allat wifey shit.. that gets him bad, he hears you giggle at a joke from the show and he smiles, when you proposed the idea of cooking for him he almost fell in love with you on the spot, he likes that wifey shit because he knows he can match that energy by providing, he’s always wanted to be that.. a provider.. it’s just in his nature, he knows dudes who want a wife but act like bums when the opportunity arises, nah he’s gon take care of you back.. always.

he finishes cooking the rice and looks over to you “you need me to do something else?” you finish giggling at the joke and shake your head no “no thank you” you say sweetly.. and he nods before pressing a kiss to your cheek.. “i’m gonna be in my room aight?” “mhm” you nod and he walks down the hallway as you cook..

an hour later your rolling balls of cookie dough and placing them on the baking sheet in front of you, you hear the door open and connie’s comes out the room, he changed into grey sweats and a wife beater he smells the kitchen “damn it’s smells good in here”

you smile and grab the sheet, placing it in the oven and go to the sink to rinse your hands off “we can eat the food is done, i was just making some cookies”

he walks behind you, reaching up grabbing two plates and forks handing them to you, you go over to the pots on the stove and start making his plate..

“you eat alot? you ask and he walks up behind you softly rubbing your lower back “mhm” he hums and you start to put more rice and another piece of chicken and you hand him his plate before making yours..:

you end up on his couch, he puts on a movie and you start to eat.. “you wanna smoke?” he asks and you smile “you stay trynna get me high” he laughs and shakes his head before reaching on his coffee table, grabbing a box and starting to roll up, he sparks it and hits it before passing it to you, you pass it back and forth until your both faded and you start eating

connie takes his first bite and groans softly, pointing and nodding at the food “this is so fucking good mama” you smile knowing that it’s good and you take your fist bite “shiiit” you say and you both laugh high asf..

you talk and eat for the rest of the evening, you open up about yourselves, telling each other things about your insecurities, your outlook on life.. who you want to be as people, and that draws you closer, you both begin to understand that your just people that want love, and company and support.. and that connects with both of you, both of you falling deeper and deeper and not even realizing it..

you and connie cuddle, both wrapped around each other eating the warm cookies fresh out the oven, the high still hitting, you feel his hand softly rub small circles on your hips, and you feel butterflies erupt in your belly, and heat slowly trickling down..you softly adjust yourself, and connie notices looking down, he softly smiles and against his better judgement he slides his palm down, softly rubbing your lower belly, his pinkie lightly grazing under the waistband on your sweats and you softly bite your lip..

you reach back softly, and rub his hand on your belly, softly rubbing it, connie softly presses a kiss to your cheek, slowly moving down to your neck, nipping and sucking softly, your eyes lower and you shudder, you softly turn around, sitting up and connie follows,

you slowly climb on his lap, and his hands immediately finds your waist, you both hold eye contact only breaking it it look at each others lips,he leans in looking up at you for consent, you softly nod and he captures your lips in a kiss, you kiss him back the kiss is slow and sensual, as if your both making a map, slowly figuring each other out.. his tongue grazes your lower lip and you open your mouth , you tongues now dancing around each other, you slowly roll your hips into his his, and that sends a sharp shiver down your spine.. you almost gasp at it..

he hands slides up your chest and up to your neck, grabbing it and squeezing it, pulling you closer, the pace of the kiss becoming faster, more passionate..he softly pulls back softly biting your lip before kissing you again.. you wrap your arms around his neck, your nails grazing against the nape of his neck, causing him to shudder and his bulge under you twitching, this slightly intimidates you.. your a virgin and all of this is new to you.. your just going with the flow.. but damn does it feel good.. it feels better than any words you’ve ever read when reading your silly little romance novels.. even better than when you touch yourself late at night..

you slowly pull away, a string of saliva connecting you both, not wanting you to separate, his eyes are low and filled with lust.. he leans back and groans softly rubbing your ass “you gonna drive me crazy mama” your face heats and you smile “yeah?” you whisper sweetly while you softly rub his chest..

he watches you, and you lean in, laying your head on his chest, he softly rubs your back.. this combined with the weed and food, starts making you sleepy, your eyes begin to lower and connie notices..

“you can sleep baby, i’ll drop you off later” you sleepily nod and you feel connie pull a blanket over you and press a kiss to your forehead.. and you drift off to sleep, feeling safe and warm..

|a/n|

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Chapter 65: I remember

The four arrived at Scott's house, reminded by Scott that Liam and Hayden had been planning to catch a Ghost Rider.

Exiting the car, Scott and Sam walked inside the house, seeing Hayden and Liam standing at the kitchen table.

They noticed another face and immediately Scott growled. However, Sam frowned at the boy, another vision flashing through her mind.

She remembers being chained up and sluggish. She remembers seeing Liam, Mason and Scott in a room with Mason hooked up to tubes.

More so, he had her chained up and had her sick.

She glared at him and he gave a nervous smile. "Somehow I don't think we're gonna hug this out.", he said.

Scott huffed through his nose, anger radiating off of his body. "I hope you realize it's taking all of my strength to not tear you in half right now.", he growled.

"Please let me.", Sam said angrily. Theo frowned. "Really, Sammy? What happened to you was a mistake. I apologized, didn't I?"

"No, actually, you didn't. I remember saving your ass, though. Again.", she said, crossing her arms.

A growl caught their attention as they looked over to see Malia, who glowered at the boy.

"Hey, Malia.", Theo waved. "You aren't still upset about the whole shooting thing, are you? Or is holding grudges genetic?"

Malia's eyes brightened to a blue hue as she let out a loud, angered growl. Rushing at Theo, she throws him to the ground and lands on top of him, slamming her fists into his face.

No one bothered to stop her, validating her anger for what he did to her. Surprisingly, Theo wasn't fighting back.

Malia stopped, huffing as she glared at him. He coughed. "It's okay, you don't have to stop.", he said as blood dripped down his nose.

Malia flicked her wrist, her claws growing out. "Trust me, I won't."

Before she could pierce Theo in any way, Liam and Scott grabbed her, picking her up and dragged her away from the Chimera.

"Malia, enough!", Scott exclaimed. "Just– slow down, okay?"

"Didn't he try to kill you?", Sam asked. "He tried to take over your place," She turned to Theo. "And all for what, jealousy?"

Theo frowned.

"I know." Scott said. "That's why we're putting him back in the ground."

Liam shook his head, "You can't."

"Why not?", Sam asked.

"He remembers Stiles.", the underclassman said.

Sam paused. She looked at Theo once more. That would make sense, considering he was the only one that remembered her the moment she walked in. Why did he remember her? Why didn't anyone else remember her?

"The Dread Doctors knew all about the Wild Hunt. He can help us.", Liam insisted.

"Or he could kill us.", Scott said.

"He's my responsibility.", Liam told Scott, holding up a sword blade. "Noshiko gave me the sword."

Theo sighed, sitting up against the fridge. "It's so awkward when Mom and Dad fight."

"Shut up!", Liam and Scott shouted.

"You both are right.", Hayden said. "If Theo tries anything we'll send him back to the Skinwalkers. But for right now-"

Scott shook his head. "He goes back now.", Scott ordered.

"Except Liam's the one with the sword.", Theo muttered.

"Shut up!", the 5 teens yelled at him.

Scott dragged Liam to another room to talk to him alone. Once he was out of sight, Malia moved over to Theo again. Sam stepped in front of her. "Malia.", Sam warned lightly.

"Can you give me a second alone with Theo?", Malia asked.

"Why?", Hayden asks, nervous.

"So I can kill him.", Malia says with furrowed eyebrows.

"Okay, look.", Theo said, getting to his feet. "I know that there's mixed feelings all around."

"You're damn straight.", Sam said, turning to him.

"But I might be your only option to stop the Wild Hunt.", Theo said.

Sam frowned. She didn't want to trust Theo so quickly. Not after what he's done to receive his power that he didn't deserve.

Liam and Scott returned to the kitchen, an uncertain look coming from Scott.

Theo wiped away some of his blood, watching as Liam walked up to him. "I can put you back in the ground anytime.", Liam warned Theo.

"You also need a transformer that can handle five billion joules of electricity. I know where to find one and I can show you how it works.", Theo said.

"How the hell would you even know where to find something like that?", Sam asked. Theo smirked at her. "I have my ways."

Malia growled lowly at his smug behavior. "I'll also tell you if Malia promises not to kill me.", Theo said.

Scott looked at Malia and Liam looked back and forth between them before deciding. "She promises." Liam told Theo.

"No, I don't.", Malia said, shaking her head before turning to Scott. "We're really gonna do this? Trust him?"

"I don't think we have much of a choice, Malia.", Sam said. "If there's even the slightest chance we can get rid of the Wild Hunt and save Stiles, I'm all for it."

Malia frowned at her.

Theo crossed his arms. "Thank you."

Sam frowned at the boy. "Don't think this makes us trust you. If you even twitch the wrong way, you're going back to hell."

Theo frowned, a slight pout dropping his face.

"I've got an idea.", Malia said as she walked out of the kitchen. "It may not be better. But at least it's not him.", she said and left the house.

Sam sighed and turned to Liam. "You're doing great.", she praised lightly, and looked between him and Hayden. "Both of you.", she said, smiling at them.

Liam felt a nostalgic sense of pride and smiled at her.

"Just keep him in check.", Sam said, making the two underclassmen nod at her before she turned to the alpha. Scott's eyes never left Theo's place as he stood on edge, ready to attack if he needed to.

Sam grabbed Scott's grab lightly, gaining his attention. "Ease up. You gotta trust them. They've been doing well without us so far.", she said, making his shoulders slump a bit.

Scott glanced at Liam, the poor beta's eyes drifting from his alpha to his hostage. The alpha sighed. "Fine."

Sam lets go. "Just let me know when you need me.", she said and left the house. She paused, seeing Lydia still outside the McCall house.

She looked unnerved. Sam walked up to her. "You haven't left yet?", she said, making Lydia jump a bit in shock.

Lydia placed a hand over her chest, getting her heart to steady. "What's wrong?", Sam asked. Lydia frowned at her.

She let out a sigh. "Okay, so you know how Lenore created an apparition of Caleb so that she didn't have to be alone?"

Sam nodded.

"Well," She bit her lip. "What if the Sheriff is doing the same thing? What if he conjured up Claudia to deal with losing Stiles?"

Sam frowned. "It makes no sense, Lydia. Despite how he believes he never had a son, it doesn't explain why she's still alive."

Lydia shook her head. "I heard what Elias said, though. He said that she's dead. And that the sheriff has a son."

Sam's eyes widened a bit.

"There's more to all of this.", Lydia said, then she looked down, a guilty expression washing over her face. "There's… something I didn't tell you guys. About what I found when I was researching Claudia."

Sam frowned. "What did you find?"

Lydia looked up at the girl. "She had frontotemporal dementia.", she said, making Sam's eyes widen.

Another vision flashed through her mind. She was in a hospital room. She was holding someone's hand, standing next to a tearful Scott.

"You know what they're looking for, right? It's called frontotemporal dementia.", she heard. "Areas of your brain start to shrink. It's what my mother had. It's the only form of dementia that can hit teenagers."

Lydia continued. "She should have died from it, but all of a sudden, she was miraculously healthy, which isn't possible because–"

"There's no cure.", Sam said, looking down. Lydia nodded.

She remembered that. She also remembered stressing over someone and coming in contact with the Nogitsune.

It had to have been Stiles. The memories were piecing together, which she was appreciative of, but it was enough. They needed to do more and fast.

"Scott and the kids have a plan to catch a Ghost Rider tomorrow night. I don't know what we could do about Claudia.", Sam said and scratched behind her neck. "And I don't really wanna tell the sheriff that his wife doesn't exist."

"But that's the thing. What if him conjuring Claudia up is what's stopping him from being able to remember Stiles?", Lydia suggested.

Sam paused, thinking. It could be. With Lenore's way of creating her son once more to live with him… It was possible.

Lydia lets out a huff. "I mean– come on. You saw how she was when you peeled her wallpaper. She wasn't just angry."

Sam nods, remembering Claudia's face. "She was worried. Hell, scared even.", she said and looked up at Lydia. "She knows something. She knows enough to hide it."

Lydia nods. She frowns, looking down with a sad face. "I'll… I'll tell him.", she says and Sam nods, frowning sadly.

After what Sam had told the sheriff, she hadn't bothered to apologize. She didn't want to be the one to make it worse. With that, Lydia headed to the Stilinski house to explain.

The next few hours, Sam got ready to help Scott and the others trap at least one Ghost Rider, but instead she heard her doorbell ring.

Frowning, she thought her mom would've unlocked the door with her key, but the doorbell kept ringing. She left her room, searching for her mom who was supposed to have a key to get in the house.

It'd make sense for the woman to call her, at least, to let her know she needed to be let in, but she hadn't even got that. Not even a text.

So, downstairs she went and answered the door. She half expected her mother, but was more surprised to see the sheriff standing at her door with a sullen look on his face and a lacrosse helmet in his hands.

"You were right.", he said, making her confused. "About Stiles. Lydia told me everything.", he explained.

Her eyes widened as she let him in. "I don't remember everything, but it's all coming back. Claudia… Claudia's really dead.", he said, quietly.

"I'm sorry you had to go through this.", Sam said, frowning sadly. "And I'm sorry about what I said."

Noah shook his head as he sat on the couch. "No. No, you were right. I'm sorry. I forgot my own kids.", he says, making her eyes widen a bit. "Fought to forget you guys, even. That's not on you."

He wrung his hands tightly. "I–" He lets out a shaky breath. "There's not enough apologies in the world that could make up how much you've been through and how much I've contributed to that."

He looked up at her with a glaze over his eyes. "You guys were friends. The best of friends. You kept him strong when she died. You did what I couldn't.", he said and handed her the helmet.

Sam bit her tongue as the man poured his heart out. There was so much she wanted to say. For Noah to have his memories was enough. It was enough for her to feel sane.

"It," She swallowed the lump in her throat, clearing her voice as she looked at the helmet in her hands.

"It's still all in puzzles. I remember only a few things with him but I can't see his face.", she says, her eyes glossing.

"I know he's there and I know he was, but I can't see him. His voice sounds so far away and I know I've heard it before.", she whispers, untrusting her voice. Noah watches the girl struggle to find her words.

"With everyone telling me that there was a possibility that he wasn't real, I almost believed it. But it was like he wouldn't leave me alone." She shut her eyes tight, fighting back tears as she laid her forehead on the front of the helmet.

"And I felt so alone for so long and I didn't know why. I didn't know it was because of him. He wasn't here and I let him go without a fight. I let my life go without a fight.", she said, trembling.

She looked at Noah. "I want Stiles back. If he's the key to all of this happening in the first place, I want that back. I wouldn't want anything else to change."

The sheriff nodded, his own eyes glossing over. "I didn't realize that he was a key point in my life too. Not until I lost him."

He frowned, rubbing his face. "I was… I was happy. Happy knowing that I had Claudia as if nothing happened, but deep down I think I knew something was missing."

Looking down at his hands, his jaw clenched. "When you peeled the wallpaper back, you could almost see it."

He looked up at her. "His room was right behind the wallpaper." He shook his head. "It was a part of the blueprint of the house and somehow I just dismissed it."

Sam frowned as he continued. "Memories came back and the more they did, the more his room became whole again.", Noah explained, with a faint smile on his face. "His desk, his bulletin wall with all the cases with those strings. His bed, his jersey… everything."

He glanced at the helmet. "I believe… If you remember him enough, stuff will come back to you. He'll come back."

Sam looked at her reflection through the helmet, rubbing it with her thumbs, she let out a soft breath. Determined, she looked up at the man. "We need to let them know."

As they left the house, Sam noticed her mother's car wasn't in the driveway. The absence of the car made her nervous. In fact, the entire street seemed empty. She left it up to it being night time, but she expected a few houses to have lights on.

All of them were dark. She looked at the sheriff, nervous.

Noah gave her a reassuring nod, and led the girl to the McCall house. Once they arrived, the teens' shocked faces met them, glancing back and forth between the man and Sam.

Noah walks over and rests one of his hands on the kitchen counter, moving his eyes around the table to look at each teen. “I have a son. His name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski… but we call him Stiles– I remember.”, he says, confident.

He cleared his throat. “When Stiles was a little kid, he couldn’t say his first name… not sure why, it pretty much rolls off the tongue–”, he says, with a smile. “–but, uh, the closest he could get was ‘Mischief’. And his mother called him that until…”, he trails off, his eyes dropping to his feet.

Letting out a shaky breath, he lifts his head once more, a soft smile coming to his face. “I remember when, uh– when Stiles first got his jeep–”

His eyes bounced between Sam and Scott. “It belonged to his mother and she wanted him to have it. The first time when he took a spin behind the wheel, he went straight into a ditch. I gave him his first roll of duct tape that day. He was always getting into trouble, but he always had a good heart. Always.", he said, nodding.

He gave the two an appreciative nod. "I'm so grateful that you two stuck by him. You two are the reason why he's… well, him. I don't think I would want it any other way."

Noah sniffs, smiling. “We’re here tonight because my goofball son decided to drag Scott and Sam, his greatest friends in the world, into the woods to see a dead body.”

Sam's eyes widened a bit as she remembered how Scott got bit. There was someone there with them that night. They were there because of Stiles.

Sam and Scott smiled wistfully at each other before the boy looked at the sheriff. “How did you remember?”, Scott asked, softly.

Noah steps closer to the table, pointing at Lydia. "It started with Stiles’ jersey.”

He takes a breath. “Then I found the red string for his crime board– finally his whole room came back, and all the memories… and then the strangest thing happened–”

Sam frowned. “What kind of strange thing?”

“I thought I saw him,” Noah whispers, his eyebrows furrowed. “It’s like something opened right there in the middle of the room. Just for a moment– and then it was gone."

The teens looked at each other. “A rift.”

Noah makes a face and steps closer to the table with our shared statement, setting his hands against the edge as he leans against it.

“I thought there was only one rift– we saw it disappear.”, Liam argues, Scott frowned, remembering, but looks at Noah. “You remembered Stiles… and then a new rift was created.”

“If the Sheriff can do it…”, Lydia trails off. Sam smiles. “We can too.”

“But that rift closed.”, Liam repeated.

Scott smiled, determined. "Then we’ll open it again.”

Noah looks at the teens. “How?”

“By us also remembering Stiles.”, Sam says, determined. “We have to remember everything.”

After coming up with ideas, Sam left with the sheriff to see Stiles' room. Once she did, her heart pounded in her chest.

She was half expecting the room to be empty, but it was full, crossed with strings that stretched across the room.

As she stood in the doorway, she remembered seeing a small frame of a boy, curled into a ball and faced away from her on the bed.

Once that memory dispersed, she glanced at the red strings she saw. "Red strings…", she muttered. "Unsolved cases.", Noah says from behind her.

She remembers that. Being the sheriff's son made Stiles obsessed with every case he had, ready and willing to help his father figure it out, always there.

Staring at the red strings, she remembers seeing the strings tied to two rings that were impaled with scissors that stuck out of the middle of the bed.

She remembers the Nogitsune. The fear and anger she held for the apparition. She remembers Allison dying because of it.

"You have to watch. Watch him die."

She sat the Stilinski boy's head on her legs and let him rest until his eyes finally opened again. He looked around and sighed. "Oh god… I fainted, didn't I?", the boy asked, making the relieved teens laugh. Sam smiled down at the boy. "We're alive, Stiles."

As she walks around the room, ducking under each string, she looks closer at the bulletin board, noticing a picture with her and Scott and another boy.

Her eyes widened as she looked at the boy's face. He had buzz cut hair, moles on his face and a dimpled smile.

They looked happy… well, as happy as could be. They were dressed up. She looked at the date of the picture. That was the date of the winter formal two years ago…

"Sam, you're okay.", the boy exclaimed, tightly hugging her. "Where have you been? What happened? You didn't answer your phone and we've been looking for you the past two—" He stepped away from the girl, looking at his hands, covered in her blood.

She lifted a hand to her eye, remembering every bit of that night. She remembered how she got the cut on her eyelid, growing irritated.

In the midst of her remembering, she remembered Peter biting her, the powers she got afterwards. But…

Who was she with in that basement…? Why was she there?

"He told me everything that happened that night.", she heard Noah say from the door. She turned to him, seeing him lean in the doorway.

"He was excited to have you go to the formal with him. Even if he wasn't going to be able to dance with Lydia. But he was determined that he was.", Noah said with a faint smile.

It dropped as he looked at her. "He was worried about you, kiddo. He made me promise not to tell your mom about you "going missing". It freaked me out too, because–" He frowned sadly as he looked down for a moment.

"I felt like I was gonna fail you again.", he said, looking at her. Sam's eyes widened as she remembered seeing the sheriff's blurry face for a moment in a hospital.

He looked distraught, though he tried to keep a brave face as she dipped in and out of consciousness.

She remembered hearing his voice, panicked as he called for backup.

Before then, she remembers meeting Stiles for the first time.

As her bottom lip trembled for the last time of the night, she ran into his arms, blubbering a small, weak apology.

The older Stilinski held the girl in his arms tightly, fighting off his own tears. He let the girl wet up his shirt before noticing a bright light behind her.

Sam also turned, the light catching her attention. It was a rift. She didn't do that.

She left his arms as she walked up to the rift, seeing train tracks in the distance. She looked at Noah over her shoulder, seeing him pull out a gun before giving her a nod of approval.

With sweaty palms, they headed in.

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