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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 82 ; Superposition

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 6,758 Warnings: angst, A/N: Hi, friends! 82 Chapters down, 18 to go!! Emma is going to be with Scott (platonically) until Chapter 90. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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You know what’s boring? Doing homework with no music in the background.

You know what’s even more boring? Watching two werewolves practice lacrosse.

I watched as Scott scooped up a ball, then turned to face behind him.

“Did you feel that?” Scott asked.

“Are you asking the werewolf or the banshee?” I asked, taking a small break from homework to look over the plays of the next lacrosse game.

“Werewolf.”

“Then no.”

“Feel what?” Liam asked, twisting his stick in his hands.

Scott turned back to face Liam. “Thought I heard something.” He looked behind him again for a moment before turning back around. “Forget it. Alright, let’s keep going,” he said before tossing the ball to Liam… who easily caught it.

“Or we could call it,” Liam said.

“We gotta work on your back shots,” Scott countered.

“His back shots?” I asked, incredulously.

“Yeah, why?” Liam asked.

“Liam, they suck,” Scott said.

“What are you talking about?” Liam and I asked.

“Your back shots… which suck. You should know this, Em. You’re the Assistant Coach.”

“Uhm…” I said. “Do your back shot, Liam. Make the Alpha happy.”

Liam scooped up a ball and shot it over his back, the ball landing in the net… about six different times.

“Are you sure it’s not your back shots that need work, Scotty?” I asked.

He looked at me like he was confused. “I must’ve been thinking about someone else.”

I nodded my head, lips pulled into a knot. “Yeah, probably.”

“Maybe someone else who should be Captain?” Liam said, tossing a ball to Scott.

“We’ll make it,” the Alpha said.

The lights in the stadium turned off, sending me into a small happy dance from my place in the grass.

“Well, guess we have to go now,” Liam said.

“Thank the good Lord above! My ass hurts from sitting for so long,” I sassed, standing up.

Scott looked at me, a small grin on his face… which made me groan in protest.

“No, we don’t,” Scott said.

“Oh, Scotty, no!” I whined, stomping my foot once.

He flashed his Alpha Reds, which made Liam’s Beta Golds shine… where’s my Banshee Greens, you ask? Right here.

They continued to play for a couple of more hours before I called it a night. “Alright, my two favorite werewolves, I’m gonna call it a night. Bobby’s coming over for dinner… or did come over for dinner. Please, for all that is good and awesome in this world, don’t stay here too late.”

Scott chuckled. “Alright, Em. We promise.”

“One more hour. Tops,” Liam said.

“Good! I don’t wanna have to bench you two because you can’t stay awake in class,” I said, giving them a chuckle. “I’ll see you later.”

As I was walking back through the halls, I found my uncle… bitching at the kids who stayed super late for their extra credit assignment.

“Your teenage years are not the time for academic achievement,” Coach said.

“Yes, they are,” Mason said.

“That’s a lie sold to you by the government,” Coach countered, finger pointed at Mason. “Go find some girls, get into trouble. Live a little.”

I rushed over at the word girls. “Uh, Coach, they’re gay.”

Coach looked at me. “Even better,” he said, looking back at Mason and Corey. “Go gays! Now get out of my face! I don’t get paid to lock up after you losers.”

“Yes, you do,” Mason said.

“Get out of here! Go wreak some havoc like the other kids,” Coach said, closing the doors and turning around to face me with his fist in the air… before putting it down to point at me. “And you! You know how upset your mother is that you didn’t show up for dinner?” “You knew I was here with Scott and Liam. They’re out at the field practicing right now,” I said, pointing behind me in whatever direction.

“What were you doing out there?”

“Being Assistant Coach and looking over the plays for the next game… and providing.. moral support?”

He nodded a couple times. “My office. Tomorrow morning. With breakfast.”

“Waffles?”

He looked like he was thinking about it. “Sure.” He leaned forward, placing a kiss to my forehead. “Now, go home and get some sleep.”

“Alright. Love you, Bobby!”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you, too.”

~~~

Well, my idea of getting in my Jeep to drive away from this school and going home sounded like a great idea… until I got a call from Corey, telling me to get back inside the school immediately.

I walked in the doors with Scott and Liam, who found me and told me that something was happening to Mason. As soon as we rounded the corner in the library, said boy was about to bash our heads in with a fire extinguisher.

“Mason, it’s us!” I yelled.

“They were here. The Ghost Riders,” Mason said, putting his object down.

I looked over at Corey and pulled him into a bone crushing hug before pulling away to look at Mason.

“Here? Just now?” Scott asked.

“I thought they left when the storm left,” Liam said.

“I guess not, because two of them were right up there,” Mason said, pointing to a couple of spots where the Ghost Riders were spotted.

“What were they doing?” Scott asked.

“We didn’t see when they came in. We only saw them when we turned invisible.”

I looked at Corey right as Liam started speaking. “You brought him into this?”

“He was trying to protect me,” Mason said, getting in between Corey, myself and Liam.

Corey looked at me. “They didn’t seem to care about us. They-- they walked right by us.”

“You’re very lucky. What happened after?” I asked, crossing my arms.

We all looked between Corey and Mason, waiting for an explanation.

“Uh-- then they just jumped down and left,” Mason said.

Scott looked up at the second story, my eyes stayed on my cousin and his boyfriend to make sure they were alright.

“That’s it?” Liam asked.

Mason and Corey looked at each other. “Yeah,” Corey said.

“They didn’t take someone?” I asked.

“There was nobody else in here?” Scott added, coming up to stand behind me.

Mason and Corey looked at each other again, then back at us. “No. It-- It was just us.”

~~~

After finally making it home, I showered and dried my hair, dressed for bed and crawled in. I was fast asleep in seconds, a new personal record.

It wasn’t until about 1:30 in the morning when I woke up to the strangest sound ever. A male’s voice asking, “Do you see him?”

A loud thud sounded after that, causing me to sit straight up in my bed. I heard a train outside my window along with the wheels screeching on the tracks. I looked around, seeing an orange yellow light shining through my windows, the noise itself causing me a little discomfort.

It wasn’t until I saw my mom walking through my bedroom door all frantic a few moments later.

“Emma, what’s wrong?” she asked.

“Did you hear that?” I asked.

“I heard you screaming.”

“No,” I said, swallowing hard. “It-- it-- it was the sound… of a train… passing through my room.”

She walked over to my bed and sat on the edge of it. “Oh, sweetheart, you were having a nightmare.”

“No, I wasn’t,” I said, as she reached over and grabbed my hand. “It wasn’t a--”

“Well, there wasn’t a train and we haven’t had an earthquake, so--,” Mom said, sighing. “It must’ve been a bad dream.” She stood up and pushed some of my hair back, placing a kiss on my hairline. “Go back to sleep, honey. I’ll see you in the morning.” With that, she turned and walked out of my room, taking one last look at me before closing my door.

“But I wasn’t asleep,” I muttered to myself.

I sighed and pushed my hair back with my hands before placing my hands back on my bed. I looked at the picture that was sitting on my dresser in a beautiful frame.

I tilted my head to the side, eyebrows scrunched together as I got up out of bed and walked over to my dresser. I picked up the frame and looked down at the picture.

“What?” I mumbled. What confused me about the picture was my arm was in the air with my hand hanging there, as well. I was kissing the air for no apparent reason.

I decided to call Scott to see what he thought about the photo since we all got one printed.

“Em?” Scott greeted.

“Are you looking at the same picture I am?” I said.

“Yeah, the one of all of us?”

“That’s the one. Look at it. Why am I holding onto nothing?”

Scott went silent. “I don’t know.”

“I sense an investigation in our midst.”

~~~

I ended up going back to sleep after having a small talk with Scott. So, I did what any sensible Senior would do; I got up and got ready for my day then headed off to school. I met Lydia in the parking lot, as she had just gotten out of her car as I had parked mine. We walked in the school together and I noticed that everyone seemed to be doing just fine.

I saw a girl dressed how I would and a boy dressed in a plaid shirt, and oddly enough, looking at the plaid made me feel all warm and safe inside, and I couldn’t tell you why.

I told Lydia that I would meet her after class as I stood by a locker. I tried to open it, but I couldn’t get the combination right for some reason and I was starting to grow frustrated. I turned around and leaned against the lockers, wondering why the locker number 1075 felt so much like home to me.

When I finally realized that I needed to be on the practice field for the lacrosse team, I rushed over out of the locker hall and straight to the field, spotting Liam doing the same.

“That is Captain material,” Coach said, standing next to Scott… who wasn’t playing.

“You’re late,” Coach and Scott said.

I looked between them and Liam, finally setting my sights on Liam and crossing my arms. “Yeah, Dunbar. You’re late. Which makes you not Captain material.”

“You’re not out of the clear yet, missy,” Coach said.

“I know, I’m sorry,” I said, shame filling my voice as I uncrossed my arms and dropped my head.

“Liam is Captain material,” Scott said. He started to say something else about Liam, but Coach decided that he’d heard enough and blew his whistle.

“Let’s go. Gather around, listen up,” Coach said. “Thanks to McCall’s selfish desire to focus on his grades and his graduation, we are leaderless. You want to be a champion, you wanna be a hero? Now’s your shot.”

“Alright, boys. Line up,” I said, clapping my hands. They all just stood there. “Assistant Coach, let’s go!” At that, they all lined up in two rows… facing Liam… who was at the end.

“Emma, take charge,” Coach said.

I sighed, rolled my eyes and looked out at our players. “Alright, all you wannabe Captains, I wanna see you tear each other apart.” I put the whistle between my teeth, saying, “Let’s go!” before blowing the whistle to start the play.

Liam ran and dodged a player before being crowbarred to the ground.

“Definitely not Captain material there, Dumb-bar,” Coach said.

“Dunbar,” I corrected, leaning over to Coach.

“That’s what I said.”

“No, it’s not-- you know what, nevermind.”

Liam turned his head to face us. “He said Dumb-bar.”

“And your mouth just bought you equipment duty,” Coach said, kneeling to get closer to Liam.

Scott and I looked at each other like is he for real.

Liam took off his helmet and ran off the field.

“Bobby, Bobby, Bobby,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

After practice was over, Scott and I sat in the locker room, waiting for Liam to return with the equipment the other players left out. Liam set the bags down against the wall near Coach’s office, turning to look at me and Scott, who was tying up his boots.

“I blew it, didn’t I?” Liam asked.

Scott sat up and sighed, resting his elbows on his knees. “You blew it off.”

“You’d have to be trying in order to blow it,” I said, coping Scott’s movements, but lacing my fingers.

Liam sighed and looked around for a moment. “Maybe someone else can be Captain. With schoolwork and all the other stuff we have to deal with--”

I shifted on the bench to face Liam and Scott more. “Devenford Prep started practice three weeks before us. Riverside two weeks. We’re behind before we even start. Half our team can’t even cradle the ball, let alone score.”

Scott and I stood up, Liam looking directly at Scott.

“Why can’t you stay Captain?” Liam asked Scott.

“I’m graduating. Ya’know, I’m not-- we’re not gonna be here next year,” Scott said, taking a couple steps towards Liam. “Somebody’s gotta step up and fill in the gap. It should be you.”

“Yeah?” Liam asked, then looked at me. “Well, Coach doesn’t want me.”

��Liam,” I said, Gentle Emma working her way out.

“I don’t know if the team wants me.”

“It’s not up to them! It’s up to you!” I said, taking the few steps towards the werewolves. Aggressive Emma is out now. “You have to want this… because they’re gonna keep coming at you. They’re gonna keep knocking you down. And you have to get back up. You have to show them that you can get back up.” I looked over at Scott then back at Liam. “Leaders don’t run.”

At the sound of clapping, we all turned our attention to the source. Coach.

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about, McCall,” Coach said.

“But Coach, that was all Emma, not me,” Scott said.

“Doesn’t matter. That’s exactly the intensity this team needs. And you,” Coach said, looking from Scott to Liam. “I’m looking forward to crushing that little adorable baby face of yours.” Chuckling, he turned around and went back into his office, closing the door behind him.

Liam turned and faced me and Scott, looking at me like I had some sort of explanation.

I sighed, “It's a curse being related to that man sometimes. I gotta get to class.” I hugged each werewolf before walking out of the locker room and straight to my class, which had Lydia and Malia in it.

Lydia and I walked in at the same time, with the same looks on our faces. We sat down in our respective seats, Mrs. Fleming getting started right away.

“I’m impressed… with most of you,” Mrs. Fleming said, standing from her desk. “Really speaks to your study habits and your commitment to your own education. Everyone else, see me for extra help.” She placed Malia’s paper down on her desk, a red D- on the front.

I noticed Malia gripping the desk, claws out. I reached over and tapped Lydia on the arm after getting my paper back from Mrs. Fleming. “Lyds,” I whispered. “Malia’s claws are out.”

Malia turned to look at Mrs. Fleming, Lydia taking action. “Mrs. Fleming, uhm--”

“I already told you, Lydia, as well as Emma, I don’t give extra credit on alternate equations based on your own theoretical findings,” Mrs. Fleming said.

“Well, okay then,” Lydia said, turning back to face the front. “Claws. Malia. Malia, claws.”

She loosened her grip on the desk, her claws put away, and I let out the breath I wasn’t aware I was holding.

For some reason, I got this overwhelming feeling about the locker I tried to open this morning. So, I grabbed my bag, put my paper into it and stood up. “Uhm, Mrs. Fleming--”

“Yes, Emma. You can come get today’s assignment and go visit your dad,” she said.

I opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water before nodding and walking up to her desk, grabbing said assignment and walking out into the hallway. I spotted Scott standing at the locker, just looking at it.

“Got a weird feeling about it, too?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah.” He put his hand on it, trying to get a feel for it, but ended up taking his hand off and started to walk away.

I, on the other hand, put my own hand on it, seeing if my Banshee senses would tingle… and to my surprise, a little something.

“Remember the ring,” that same male voice said. I took my hand off the locker and reached under my shirt, pulling out said ring.

Scott walked back over. “What’s that? How long have you had that?”

“It’s Claudia’s. She gave it to me at the start of the year. Said it meant so much to her that she wanted me to have it,” I said. “But this guy's voice just told me to remember the ring.”

“But what’s so special about it?”

I sighed and looked down at the ring. “It was her engagement ring.”

“Looks more like a promise ring to me.”

I had a flashback moment to the point where I received this ring. I couldn’t put a face to the person that slid it onto my finger, but all I knew in that moment as I squeezed the ring in my hand was that I loved this ring with everything that I had. “I gotta get back to class. I’ll catch you later.”

Scott nodded and headed off in the direction of his class.

I was walking down the hallway towards my classroom when I stopped dead in my tracks, seeing an older gentleman with a newspaper standing at the end of the hall. I looked around the hallway and behind me before looking back at the gentleman and walking more towards him.

“Excuse me, who are you?” I asked him. He didn’t answer, just stayed looking at his newspaper. “What are you doing at this school? Are you a teacher? Part of the front office faculty? Hall monitor that never left?”

Still no answer. I sighed and slapped my hand against my leg, frustrated. I looked back at the gentleman, ready to give him a piece of my mind when he looked up from his newspaper. He opened his mouth like he was gonna say something, but all that came out was the same sounds that I heard last night; a train rattling and the wheels screeching on the tracks.

I covered my ears at the sound, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. I opened them again, looking all around me, gasping in the air that I had held during the sounds.

“Holy shit,” I whispered to myself.

~~~

I decided that I was going to check myself out instead of just walking out of school today. When I got to the front office, however, I saw my cousin and his boyfriend standing at the front desk.

“Werewolf stuff,” I heard Mason say.

I quickly made my way over to Mason, Corey and Mrs. Martin. “What are you talking about?” I asked, leaning against the desk next to Corey.

Mrs. Martin sighed and took off her glasses. “I thought I made it clear that Beacon Hills High School is a dedicated safe place. I had to convince 23 students that what they saw in the library last semester was a large bear and the fangs on Scott McCall were the result of acute Teenage Hallucination Syndrome.”

“What is Teenage Hallucination Syndrome?” Corey asked. Bless this innocent werechameleon.

“I have no idea,” Mrs. Martin said.

“But we think someone could be missing,” Mason said. “And they could be in danger.”

“Well, I can assure you that nobody has reported a student missing,” she said, looking at the absentee list. “And all absentees are accounted for.” She started guiding them out of the office. “Gentlemen, I appreciate your concern and I thank you for your vigilance. Remember, safe space. Now, go back to class.”

“We don’t have class,” Mason said.

I facepalmed at his response.

“Then go back to something. Anything.”

She closed the door and walked over to me. “Emma, what can I do for you?”

“I need to check myself out… if that’s at all possible,” I said.

“You’re not 18 yet,” she said.

I groaned. “Mrs. Martin, come on. You’ve known me since like 7th grade. Have I ever been called out of class? Have I ever not come to school sick? I literally have perfect attendance.”

She leveled me with a look.

“Okay, fine, maybe that’s down the drain, but look. I just need a day. I need to see my dad or my mom or my boy--” I stopped my words, wanting to say that I had a boyfriend… when I didn’t. “Forget it. I’ll just stay here and drown in boredom. I know almost all the material anyway.”

I walked out of the office and down the hall a little, seeing the same guy from earlier with his newspaper walking down the hall. I decided to follow him, basically chasing after him. I ran out of the double doors at the end of the hall, finding myself in the same spot I was in a couple of nights ago when Dad and Sheriff were here because of the body that got called in. I looked around, confused as to how I actually got here, but fear ended up taking over for a moment.

“You know me. Oh, thank God, you know me,” that same male voice said.

I looked around everywhere, the wind kicking the leaves up.

“Do you see him?”

I looked at the tree beside me before I found my arms up in the air as if they were wrapped around someone’s neck before they moved down to where their arms would be. I also felt hands on my cheeks, so loving.

“Do you see him? Alright, come on, come on!”

I felt myself being dragged away, running down the sidewalk.

“This way. Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop! This way, this way.”

I turned to look behind me, hearing horses whinnying. “Where are they?” I yelled.

“Everywhere! Will you forget me?”

I turned to look off the side. “I won’t-- I won’t!” I ran out into the street, not thinking.

“Emma, look out!”

I was pulled back from getting hit by a car… at my own fault. I looked back at who my savior was, hoping it was the male I kept hearing, but alas. It wasn’t. It was Malia.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment. “I’m fine.”

I watched the last bit of her nod after I opened my eyes.

“What were you doing?” she asked.

Tears lined my eyes as I looked at her. “Trying to remember.” I shook my head and walked around her, going back inside the school.

What I didn’t expect to see was Scott standing at that locker trying to look into the vents with the flashlight on his phone.

“Scotty? What’cha doing?” I asked, clasping my hands behind my back.

“Trying to find a way into this locker.”

I hummed. “Have you tried the combination?”

He looked at me as I raised a brow. “No.”

“Do you know it?”

“Do you?”

I looked down in shame. “No.” I picked my head up and watched as he looked around before he grabbed the lock, fully prepared to break the bitch off.

“Ohhhh, good idea,” I said, bringing my hands in front of me and rubbing them together.

“You’re too eager.”

“Look, this is the first normal thing that’s happened in like two days, alright?”

He went back to the lock, starting his pull on it, but before it could actually break, a voice sounded behind us.

“What’cha doing?”

We turned around, seeing the new, good looking teacher, Mr. Douglas. Did I mention that he was good looking?

Scott looked from me back to the locker. “Uh, nothing. Just checking out this locker.” He pulled on it, checking it out… as he stated.

“Is it either of yours?” Douglas asked.

I chuckled. “Ya’know. It’s the funniest thing.”

“You wanna explain it to me?”

My chuckles turned to one of nerves before I sighed. “Not really. About the locker.”

Douglas hummed. “I’m relatively new here, but I’m pretty sure breaking into someone else’s locker is against the rules.”

Scott and I gave nervous chuckles. “We’re not breaking into someone else’s locker.”

“Miss Thomas, what does this look like to you?” Douglas asked.

I smiled at him sweetly… like every other girl at this school. “Like we’re breaking into someone else’s locker.”

“Yeah… uh… I think we’ll go to class now,” Scott said, putting his arm around my shoulders. He started guiding me to the doors at the end of the hall.

“Yeah, probably a good idea,” Douglas agreed.

~~~

During our free period, Scott wanted me to come to Deaton’s with him, so being the good friend that I am, I went with him… since we both have the same thing to talk to him about.

Once we got to the clinic, Scott handed Deaton the piece of blue glass from the magic bullet.

“We keep having these feelings like there’s something missing. Holes in our memories,” Scott said. “Like this. I took that from a windshield from the Sheriff’s Impound Lot but I can’t remember why I was there.”

“Yeah, I was there, as well, and I can’t figure out why,” I added.

“The subconscious can be a conduit for our memories,” Deaton said. “Dreams and waking dreams can be powerful tools to help us remember.”

I sighed. “Do you think this is all connected? The Ghost Riders, the Wild Hunt, the holes?”

“The Wild Hunt are drawn to war and mayhem. I’ve never heard of it doing anything to anyone’s memory.” Deaton handed Scott the medical equipment that the windshield piece was on. “It’s almost like you have a form of Phantom Limb Syndrome.”

Scott looked at me, waiting for me to explain further.

I sighed. “It’s common in war. Amputees can have the sensation of an itch they can’t scratch or a pain that couldn’t possibly be there. The missing limb is so important that the brain acts like it’s still there.”

“So, our subconscious is trying to tell us what’s missing?” Scott asked, looking from me to Deaton.

“It may be,” Deaton said.

“How the hell do we figure out what it’s saying?” I asked, resting my elbows on the table and placing my face in my hands.

“Well, Emma, the easiest way to do that would be to simply go to sleep.”

~~~

After taking Scott back to the school to get his bike, I drove myself home, had dinner with my parents then went upstairs to get ready for bed.

I looked at the picture frame on my nightstand, seeing a strange photo of myself sitting in the frame. What was in the frame was me looking at the air beside me, my arm in the air behind me, smiling. It also seems like I had my head resting against something… or someone.

I shook my head and decided to just crawl into bed, forgoing the reading.

I fell asleep in no time after cuddling with my favorite pillow… which I don’t remember how I got. I couldn’t have been asleep for more than an hour before I got a call from Scott, telling me to meet him in the Preserve.

As quietly as I could, I snuck out of the house, knowing I’ve done this before, but not remembering who with. I got in my Jeep, carefully shutting the door before starting it up and peeling out of the driveway.

Once I got to the Preserve, I started walking towards the spot where I was hearing voices.

“Where’s Emma?” Malia asked.

“Right here,” I said, yawning.

“Hey,” Scott said, walking over to me to give me a flashlight and a hug.

“Hey, Scotty. So, why are we out here in the middle of the night?” I asked, rubbing my arm, not really feeling super safe after my adventures five years ago.

“So, I went to bed at home and I woke up out in the woods,” he explained. “About a mile out. I think there’s a reason why this has happened.” He looked at me. “We’ve been out here before. It was the beginning of Sophomore year the night before tryouts for First Line. I remember because it was all I could think about.” He started walking out in the woods, arm around my shoulders.

Don’t get me wrong, I felt safe with Scott, but… not as safe as I should’ve felt.

“I remember,” I said. “I was out here with you.”

“What were you two doing?” Malia asked.

“Looking for a dead body.”

We walked in silence for a second before Lydia said, “That’s morbid.”

“So then, what were we doing out here all alone?” Scott asked, squeezing my shoulders.

“I wish I could help you, but Emma and I were on the outs then, and I didn’t know you,” Lydia said.

“I was still a coyote so I might’ve tried to eat it,” Malia said.

“Deaton said that our subconscious was trying to tell us something,” I said, shaking my head. “But we need you guys to help us figure out what it’s saying.”

“Maybe you were a curious teenager. You heard there was a body,” Lydia suggested.

“But how? I never watched the news. And I didn’t have a police scanner,” Scott said.

“But I did,” I said, looking up at Scott. “Have a police scanner. In my dad’s cruiser. But you came and got me that night after my dad had already left and my mom was home.”

“Scott, your mom works at the hospital. Maybe she got called in and you overheard her?” Malia suggested as well.

Scott stopped walking and turned us around to face the girls. “My mom wasn’t home that night.”

Scott and I looked at each other. “I live five miles from here. You only live on the other side of the Preserve. How did we get here?”

“You drove,” Malia said.

“We didn’t have vehicles yet,” I said.

“You ran.”

“I couldn’t have. I had asthma,” Scott said.

I had a flashback to that night. “I remember you saying my name after I stood up from where we hid for a moment. But I didn’t stand on my own,” I said, turning around with my thinking. “I was pulled up by my arm.” I started walking, everyone else following.

“Yeah, I remember. We were hiding, but they knew that we were there.”

“Scott, maybe you made a ton of noise with your asthmatic breathing,” Malia said.

“How would they know that it was me?” Scott asked.

“I got caught by my dad and Sheriff, who both knew that you were out here with me,” I said.

“Why would the Sheriff and your dad even think that we would be out here?” Scott asked.

“Because like most deaths in this town, it was related to the supernatural,” Lydia said.

“I wasn’t supernatural. I mean, this was the night that I was bitten.” Scott thought back to the night he was bitten. “I wasn’t a werewolf yet. And we weren’t out here alone.” He sighed. “I know this sounds crazy, but I think we had a best friend, and I think he was out here with us that night.”

“It doesn’t sound crazy,” Malia said. “I know that someone chained me up and I think they wanted me to stay human.”

As Malia spoke, I reached into my shirt, grabbing my ring and holding it tight.

“I came to school this morning and I was so sure I was supposed to meet someone,” I said, Lydia nodding.

“I was pretty sure I was supposed to take you to your locker until that someone arrived,” Lydia said.

“But I couldn’t remember who it was supposed to be,” I added, looking down at nothing. I sighed and squeezed my ring harder, but was careful not to break it. “I have been looking for them all damn day. Whoever it is, I think I loved him. No. I know for a fact that I love him. And I think he gave me this,” I said, showing the girls my ring.

We all looked at each other for confirmation before Scott spoke up. “What if we’re all missing the same person?” Scott pulled out the photo I had printed for all of us, showing it to the girls. “And I think that he was in this picture.”

“Scotty, he was in the picture. He was sitting right there. What the hell else would I be kissing? Air?” I sassed. I sighed and looked at the time on my phone. “As much fun as this has been, I gotta get to the diner and pick up a burger for my dad. Mom’s working late at the office… again.”

“Alright, well, be careful,” Scott said.

“Call me if you can think of anything else or if you need me somewhere else, got it?”

Scott nodded before I walked up to Lydia and gave her a hug. I shocked the hell out of myself and Malia by giving her one as well. After saying my goodbyes, I walked back to my Jeep, getting in and heading to the diner to place my dad’s order.

After receiving his order, I drove straight to the station, to which the front desk officer let me right in… like I’ve done this about a thousand times before, which felt weird, but normal at the same time.

I walked up to my dad’s desk, setting the bag down and placing a hand on the desk and the other on my hip. “Dinner. Take a break from work and eat.”

He chuckled. “You always know exactly what to say to get me to stop working.”

“That’s because I’m your daughter, and you have to do what I say,” I sassed, moving to a leaning seat on the desk.

He opened the bag and smiled at the aroma the burger gave off. “You are my favorite child.”

I chuckled. “Daddy, I’m your only child.”

We both realized what I had said and gave off sad looks.

“Only living child,” I muttered quietly.

“Hey,” Dad said with a mouthful of burger. “That wasn’t your fault. Don’t feel guilty about it.”

“It’s hard not to, Dad,” I said.

My attention was brought to my godmother, Claudia, walking through the station with a bag of her own in hand.

“Dinner for Sheriff?” I asked.

“Well, what I’m gonna try and get him to eat,” she said, looking at the bag.

“Can I see what’s inside the bag?” I asked, taking quick steps over to her.

“Hey, Emma. Why is there--” Dad said.

“Just a second, Daddy,” I said, digging through the bag. I looked back up at Claudia, an unimpressed look on my face. “A salad? Really?”

“What? He needs to start eating healthier. Once you find your person, you’re gonna do everything in your power to try and help him live a super long and happy life,” she said, before turning around and walking into Sheriff’s office.

I rolled my eyes and walked back to my dad’s desk, reaching in the bag. I motioned to Sheriff’s door, full on sass mode. Dad nodded his head in understanding before I put the burger and fries behind my back and walked into his office.

“Emma, what a nice surprise,” Sheriff said, a smile plastered on his face.

“Well, I wouldn’t be a good goddaughter if I didn’t show my face every once in a while,” I said.

“Anyway,” Claudia said. She placed the salad on his desk and looked at me before looking back at Sheriff. “I had a hunch you probably forgot about dinner.”

Sheriff moved the box a little. “Oh, it’s uh-- What, uh-- what, what is quinoa?”

“It’s quinoa. Quinoa and kale.”

Sheriff removed the fork from its plastic wrapper. “Oh, that’s--that’s…” He opened the top of the plastic box. “Well, uh, you’re--you’re always looking out for me.”

Claudia looked at me, while putting her hand on his shoulder. “Well, I want you around for a long, long time.”

I watched with amusement as he took a small bite, not really wanting to. I shook my head as he hummed, walking over to his desk and closing the lid. “I present to you, your delicious dinner,” I said, placing the burger and fries on his desk, garnering a laugh from him.

“And this is why you’re my favorite,” he said.

I pretended to be bashful with a little bit of sass added in. “Well, what can I say?”

Sheriff looked at Claudia. “Happy?”

“Always,” she answered.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that’s my cue to leave,” I said. “I’ll just be-- yeah.” I walked out of the office and back to my dad’s desk. I went to sit back down when I got a text from Scott, telling me to meet him at the clinic.

“Daddy, I gotta go. Scott needs me at the clinic,” I said, putting my phone in my back pocket.

“Alright, sweetheart. Be safe,” he said.

“Always am.” I leaned down and placed a kiss on his cheek before jetting out of the station.

~~~

Arriving at the clinic, I didn’t know what to expect. All I knew was that when I got there, Lydia was sitting at the table with the windshield piece in front of her hanging by thread and light shining underneath it.

“Anyone care to explain what’s going on?” I asked.

“Well, since you weren’t here, Lydia’s gonna conduct a little experiment for us,” Deaton said.

“Look, I know we’re both Banshee’s, but we’re not lab rats.

Without missing a beat, Lydia said, “I volunteered.”

I looked at her for a moment before chuckling nervously. “Well, nevermind then.”

“Now, she just magically writes down all the answers?” Malia asked.

“It’s not quite that simple,” Deaton said.

“It never is,” Lydia said, getting more comfortable on the stool.

“In automatic writing, the hand moves outside of any conscious awareness,” Deaton explained. “Now, hopefully the silence, the darkness, and the light will allow you to find a more comfortable, relaxed, trance-like state. Lydia, I want you to stare into the light. And let go of all thought.” Deaton looked from Lydia to us, nodding with his head that we should leave the room and give Lydia the quiet she needs.

I watched as Lydia picked up her pen and clicked it, setting the ball on the paper. She looked at the light and got busy focusing before I saw her pen move just a touch.

“I have to warn you,” Deaton said. “We may not be able to access these memories.”

“Why not?” Scott asked.

“The legend has always been that the Wild Hunt takes people. But if what you’re telling me is right, the truth is much worse. They erase people from reality.”

After looking at Lydia scribble on the paper, I looked up at Scott, who was already looking down at me.

“How do we remember someone who has been completely erased from our minds?” I asked.

It was quiet, except for Lydia’s scribbling.

“Maybe he hasn’t been,” Malia said, nodding towards Lydia.

“Oh, is she okay? Should we stop her?” Scott asked.

Deaton put his arm across me and Scott, but I ducked under his arm, walking towards my Banshee friend.

“Lydia? Lydia? Slow down,” I said, soothingly.

Deaton turned off the light and Lydia dropped her pen, breathing heavily. She was still in her trance-like state.

“Is she okay?” Scott asked, leaning down a little closer to her.

I put a hand on her shoulder. “Lyds?”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Malia pick up the paper Lydia was scribbling on. “What does mischief mean?”

“Why does that ring a bell?” I asked no one in particular.

“That’s not what she wrote,” Scott said, after seeing the paper. “Em, come look at this.”

I rounded the table and saw the word that Lydia had scribbled. Warmth immediately fled my body, and I grabbed at my ring again. I’ve been doing this a lot lately.

Lydia gasped and looked up at us. “What the hell is a Stiles?”

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 90 ; Riders in the Storm

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 7,717 Warnings: angst, fluff, happy ending A/N: Hi, friends! 90 Chapters down, 10 to go!! WE GOT OUR BOY BACK!!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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THIRD PERSON POV

Stiles watched on the Arrivals board as the first space flicked to Beacon Hills, On Time. He looked down as a ticket blew by his feet before he heard Emma’s voice saying his name. He turned around, hoping to see her beautiful face.

“Stiles...”

“Emma?” he said. He started walking towards the benches to find her, but the PA system stopped him, a familiar voice filling the area.

“Attention all passengers. The train will be arriving in 25 minutes.”

Stiles went back to his search for his girlfriend, pushing the hordes of people. “Emma?”

“Someone's being me tonight, all sassy.”

“Emma?” Stiles said again. Hearing her say that brought him back to the Formal.

“Now, if you step on these shoes, I will kill you,” Emma said.

“Emma, wait.”

“STILES!” Emma screamed.

As he continued to push through the crowd, a gunshot rang out. He looked to his left, figuring it was a Ghost Rider, but was surprised when he saw the last person he thought he’d see in the Hunt.

His father.

Sheriff was standing there with his gun raised in the air for a second before he lowered it. “Give the boy some room.”

“Dad?” Stiles said, not believing he was seeing his father. He walked up to him, saying, “Dad?”

Sheriff smiled at his son as the two walked up to each other, embracing in a father/son hug that Stiles didn’t know he needed.

“Oh, God,” Stiles whispered.

“Oh, I found you,” Sheriff whispered. The two pulled a part, Sheriff still having a small grip on the back of Stiles’ neck. “I can’t believe I found you,” he chuckled.

“Dad, I can hear Emma,” Stiles said. “I think-- I think I can get to her. I think she can get us out of here.”

The sound of horses neighing tore Sheriff’s gaze away from Stiles for a moment before he looked back at his son. “You need to get out of here. Don’t worry about me.”

“What, you’re kidding, right?” Stiles said.

“Go. Get help. Find your friends. And for the love of God, find Emma.”

“Yeah, and what about you?”

His father turned around to face him after turning to walk away from Stiles and smiled. “We’ll find each other again.” Sheriff turned around again, walking a couple of steps.

“Dad,” Stiles said, stopping his father’s steps yet again.

“Stiles…” Sheriff said, raising his hand then dropping it. “I’ll hold them back. Now get the hell out of here. Emma’s been going insane without you. Go. Go!”

Little did his father know, Stiles was going insane without Emma. At his father’s words about Emma, Stiles turned to his right, hopping down from the platform and onto the tracks he’d become so accustomed with. He started running to the spot where he knew the Ghost Riders had come through once before when a bright light stopped him, Emma’s voice coming through.

“Stiles, I would never leave you behind,” Emma said.

Stiles pushed through the wind that the rift was causing, Emma’s voice coming through once again.

“Stiles, I would never leave you behind,” Emma said. “You’ll always be my hero!”

Stiles left his hand up to the rift, hoping that he’d be able to walk through, Emma’s voice encouraging him.

“Stiles! Keep going. I can see you, Stiles, don’t stop!”

At her last words of encouragement, Stiles ran through the rift, unsure of where he’d end up.

Where he did end up, however, wasn’t with Emma or Scott.

It was in his Jeep.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

I reached my hand out towards Stiles’ figure, telling him, “I can see you, Stiles, don’t stop!” but the white light faded out… and the only thing I could see was the other side of the tunnel that we’d become so accustomed to seeing. I slowly lowered my hand, sighing. “Stiles?”

It was quiet for a moment before Scott’s voice filled the space. “Emma?” With tears in my eyes, I shook my head a little. “Where is he?” I turned around to face him and Malia, anger and worry showing in my facial expression. “It was working. You--you saw him, right?” “We didn’t see anyone,” Malia said.

I turned back around to face where the light was, saying, “No. He was here. I know it.” Taking a shaky breath, I said, “Stiles was here.” A few moments later, without even thinking, I turned back around walking up to Scott. He knew what my next moves were going to be because I saw him tense his muscles. “He was here! Where is he?!” I yelled, banging on Scott’s chest.

After a few seconds of taking my unintentional abuse, Scott grabbed my wrists, holding me to his chest as I cried into him.

“Where is he, Scotty?” I asked through my sobs.

“I don’t know, Em,” he whispered. “But, either we’ll find him or he’ll find us. Come on.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, leading me back into the bunker. Feeling Lydia’s arms around me, I heard the door squeak as if it was being closed before Scott said, “Liam!”

“There’s something you need to see,” Liam said, my attention on him now.

“You’re still here,” Scott and I said.

“But everyone else is gone,” Liam said, panic in his voice. “All of them. They’re all gone. Look, you have to come with me.”

“What is it?” Scott asked.

“I-- I can’t explain it. I have to show you.”

I started moving forward to go with Scott and Liam, but Lydia’s grip on me tightened. “Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere,” she said.

Scott turned back to look at us. “Uh, alright. You guys stay here, just in case.”

“In case Stiles comes back?” Malia asked.

“If there’s any hope, you need to keep trying,” Scott said. “Make sure Emma doesn’t leave. Make her listen.” He turned around and closed the door, leaving me alone with Lydia and Malia.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

After finding himself in his Jeep, Stiles decided to drive to Scott’s house, looking for his best friend first, just in case Scott knew where Emma was if she wasn’t with him. Walking into the front door, Stiles let himself into the house. “Scott? Scott.” He ran to the bottom of the stairs, calling his best friend’s name one more time before leaving to head to the station. Not finding Scott there, he ran back out of the house, getting in his Jeep to drive to the station.

He thought about calling them, asking where they were, but ultimately decided against it.

Running into the station, Stiles was determined that they were there, only to find the place completely deserted. Seeing how trashed the place was, he walked into his father’s office, a sad look on his face as he looked around. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a dispatch microphone on a desk. Remembering that the desk he was looking at was Carter’s, he thought about the police radio in his Jeep.

He ran back out of the station and to his Jeep, still on the hunt for his best friend and girlfriend.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

I heard rustling behind me, so I turned my head over my shoulder, humming at Malia. “What are you doing?”

She opened the door that led into the tunnels, turning back to face me and Lydia, stating, “We’re going to find Stiles.”

This got my feet moving and energy to surge through me.

“No, no, no,” Lydia said. “Scott told us to stay in case he shows up here.”

“Lydia, I love you, but he’s not coming here,” I said. “If he was, he would’ve, and he hasn’t, so he’s not.” I thought about what I said and how I said it. “Damn. I sounded like him just then.” I shook my head.

“You still think it worked, right?” Malia asked. “One of Em’s memories opened up a rift.”

“I know for a damn-well fact that I saw him.”

“And you’re never wrong about these things. Neither is Lydia.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say never,” I sassed.

“But right now?” Lydia asked.

“Right now, I’m not wrong,” I stated confidently. “He’s out there, I can feel it.”

“Then are we doing standing here?” Malia said.

I was the first one out of the bunker, each girl following me. I didn’t care about the fact that I was practically running through these tunnels.

We ended up going to the school where the Jeep was. I immediately saw that it was gone. “Guys, the Jeep is gone,” I voiced.

Lydia quickly parked her car before I almost tore the door off with how fast I opened it. I ran over to the spot the Jeep was previously parked, kneeling on the ground. Noticing the fresh tire marks, I voiced as such. “This looks fresh.”

“It’s from Stiles’ Jeep. It must’ve just left,” Malia said.

“Without his keys?” Lydia asked.

“That boy can hotwire a car. Trust me. Half the time, he gets it started with a screwdriver,” I said, standing up.

“Then he’s here.”

“We have to tell Scott.”

“We should probably tell Scott about that, too,” Malia said, looking ahead of her.

“What?” I said. She put her hand under my chin, turning my head. My eyes went wide as I looked at what Malia was. “Lyds,” I said, smacking her arm.

“Ow! What?” she said, holding her arm.

“Look,” I whispered.

She turned her head, looking at what Malia and I were looking at. A train track heading in two directions; into the school and into the woods.

I sighed. “Scott’s gonna have a field day trying to figure this one out.”

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

Figuring that one of them was at the hospital, that’s where Stiles drove. Once he got there, he went to the back of his Jeep, grabbing his trusty bat and heading inside. Noticing the tracks running through the building, he focused on following it, but upon hearing voices, he ducked inside a room.

“And I’ll have a True Alpha by my side,” Douglas’ voice rang out.

“Parrish! Stop!” Scott’s voice rang out, followed by a growl that Stiles knew was Parrish’s.

“And then a Banshee, a werecoyote, a were-banshee--”

As soon as he heard Emma’s supernatural name, he decided that’s when he was gonna make his appearance. “A Stiles.”

“A what?” Douglas asked, turning his head over his shoulder.

Stiles took his bat and hit Douglas in the upper back with it before looking up at Scott and Liam. “Bad guy, right? I didn’t misread that?”

Douglas stood up, causing Stiles to jump and say, “Oh, God!”

Scott and Liam thought that was the perfect time to grab Parrish and throw him at Douglas, Stiles leaning against the wall to not be in the middle of that. Parrish took Douglas down, neither of them getting up.

Scott and Stiles looked at each other, Scott not believing that his best friend was standing there in front of him. Stiles ran, as carefully as he could, to Scott, wrapping him in a brotherly hug, chuckling and saying, “Oh! Buddy! Oh, man!”

“Oh, it’s so good to see you,” Scott said.

“Hey, hey, hey! Uh--” Liam said.

Stiles looked over at Liam, wanting to give the Beta some love as well. “Liam! It’s so good to see you, too!”

Liam returned the hug, trying to warn the two about what was behind Stiles. “Yeah, no, yeah! It’s great to see you, Stiles, but uh--”

Hearing the Hellhound flames, Stiles turned around and looked a lit up Parrish. “Oh. Yeah, we should go. Go. Go, go,” he said, pointing and waving his arms, all three of them running down the hall.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

After noticing the tracks leading into the school, Lydia, Malia and I decided to follow them, careful not to trip. Coming up on the library, I held my arms out to each girl, stating, “Wait, wait, wait. Stop.” Looking at the doors, I had this eerie feeling. Putting my arms down, I walked over to the doors, opening them.

There, in the library, were benches with people sitting on them, light poles that you would find in old-fashioned train stations standing near the benches.

“Why is there a train station in the middle of the library?” Malia asked.

I sighed. “There’s also a train station in the Wild Hunt.”

“Any chance they’re connected?” Lydia asked.

I started walking through the library, stating, “I would say high. Like 100%.” Lydia’s heels followed after me, as well as Malia’s boots.

“If there’s a train station, then there’s probably a train,” Malia theorized.

I turned to face the two girls, left brow raised. “If there’s a train… it’s going to the Wild Hunt.”

“They’re all gonna be taken,” Lydia said.

I shook my head. “They can’t get on that train.”

“Uhm,” Malia said, looking around and taking a few steps away from me and Lydia. “Okay. Listen up, everybody. We’ve all got to get out of here. We gotta go right now.”

I looked around at the people sitting on the benches, none of them moving, none of them paying Malia or us any mind… like we weren’t even there.

“It’s bad, we have to go!” Malia yelled.

Lydia walked around as well, standing in front of a woman, yelling, “Hello?” before snapping her fingers.

I watched as Malia walked in front of a man, saying, “Uh, hello? Sir?” waving and snapping her fingers in his face.

“How do we get them to leave if they can’t hear us?” Malia asked.

“Uh,” I said, looking back and forth between them. I looked at the person I’d been looking at and voiced as such. “Maybe there’s someone who can.”

Peter motherfreakin’ Hale.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

Running through the hospital, the two werewolves and Stiles were trying to find a safe place away from a Hellhound Parrish.

Rounding a corner, Stiles saw a door to his left, immediately going into it, looking for something. “Can’t believe I’m gone a couple days, the whole place falls apart.”

“No, you were gone for three months,” Scott said.

Stiles quickly ran out of the room, looking at his best friend incredulously. “I was… what? Okay, if they don’t let me graduate, I swear to God…” He walked into the room across the hall, still determined to find whatever it was that he was looking for.

“What are you looking for?” Liam asked, backing up a couple steps.

“Ah! This,” Stiles said, coming out of the room, liquid nitrogen tank in hand. He set it on the ground before looking up. “And him.”

Coming down the hall in the opposite direction in which the boys came was Parrish in Hellhound form, a mixture of green and orange flames coming from his body, eyes lit a bright green. Stiles noticed the color of the green, thinking to himself that Emma’s eyes were a shade darker. Interesting.

Coming out of his train of thought, Stiles looked up at his best friend. “Grab him. Grab him now.”

Parrish growled, walking faster towards the three teens, the werewolves grabbing him and pushing him against the wall, Stiles spraying the nitrogen onto the Hellhound. Parrish’s flames died down, Scott and Liam pushing him down to sit.

Liam groaned like he was in pain, patting himself down. “God, ow!”

“Liam, you’re fine,” Stiles said.

“God, that doesn’t feel good, ya’know.”

Looking up at Stiles, Parrish was confused as to why he was here, voicing as such. “Stiles? What are you doing here?”

“Buddy, love you, but we’re way past that, okay?” Stiles said. “You gotta fill us in. What’s going on?”

“Douglas,” Parrish said, standing with Scott and Liam’s help. “He’s merging the worlds so the Ghost Riders can cross over.”

“Yeah, he wants his supernatural army in our world,” Liam confirmed.

“How do we stop him?” Scott asked, looking at Parrish.

“The train. It’s coming,” Parrish said, looking at the Arrivals board above the nurses station, Stiles and Scott looking over at it, as well.

“Okay, and how do we stop that?”

“You can’t stop it. But you can divert it.”

~~~

After getting that lovely piece of information from Parrish, the three teens all piled into Stiles’ Jeep, and headed straight for the high school. Upon arriving, they walked up to the school, careful to not trip over the tracks on the ground.

“Okay, how the hell do you merge worlds?” Stiles asked. “Okay, nowhere in the manual does it say that werewolves can do that. And, Scott, Em and I pretty much wrote the manual.”

“We can’t even move between them, alright?” Scott said. “Look what it took to break you out.”

Scott and Stiles stopped their steps, turning to look at Liam, who was walking slowly behind them, thinking about what they were saying.

“We can’t move between worlds,” Liam said. “But Corey can. He can exist in both worlds.”

“And he can take people with him,” Scott added.

Liam nodded, looking at Stiles, explaining further. “At Scott’s house, he pulled a Ghost Rider into our world.”

“At the lacrosse game he brought us into theirs,” Scott added, yet again.

Stiles put his hands on his hips as he took in this new information.

“What if that’s how Douglas is doing it?” Liam said. “What if Corey’s the key?”

“Wait, Emma’s cousin, Corey?” Stiles asked, looking at Liam, who nodded in confirmation. “Interesting theory, okay? Solid logic, it is. But, he’s in there and we’re out here. So, the only way to save everyone now is to just divert the train.”

“We have to find him. More so for Emma’s sake.”

“She doesn’t know?” Scott asked.

Liam shook his head, looking down. “I didn’t have the heart to tell her.”

Going back to the matter at hand, Stiles asked, “How?”

Confused, Liam looked at Stiles, eyebrows scrunched. “She’s been freaking out trying to get you--”

“No, no. Finding Corey. How?”

Determined look on his face, Liam looked between Scott and Stiles. “I’m going into the Hunt.”

“No, no, no. Liam, I think you’re confused. We’re trying to get people out of the Hunt.”

Liam noticed glowing green hoof prints as Scott said, “He can get taken by a Ghost Rider.”

“It’s just-- that’s not a pleasant option,” Stiles said, fully ready to argue his case. “I’m speaking from experience.”

Happy about the sudden turn of events, Liam looked back up at his Alpha and his best friend. “I-- I don’t need to get taken to get into the Hunt.”

“Okay, seems like you got an idea, let’s disc--”

Liam bolted it towards the school, putting his own little plan into motion.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ll be back!” Liam yelled, running through the school’s quad.

“Were the three of us like that?” Stiles asked.

Scott looked at his best friend, brows scrunched a little. “Worse.”

Both boys looked at the tracks in front of them, carefully planning out their next moves. “We just have to follow the tracks?” Scott asked.

“Yeah, well--” Stiles said. “Those lead to the woods. This way back into the school.”

They both faced the school, Scott sighing before smirking to himself at catching Emma’s scent, and thinking about his and Emma’s conversation with his next words. “You wanna split up?”

Without missing a beat, Stiles said, “Never again.” He looked at his best friend and patted his shoulder.

“Thank God,” Scott whispered.

They both started their walk along the tracks into the woods.

After walking a few feet in silence, Stiles sighed. “I can’t help but feel like Emma should be with us, ya’know. She’d kill us if she found out we went on an adventure without her.”

Scott chuckled. “I’m sure she’s fine… and a lot closer than you think.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles asked, stopping his steps.

Scott turned and looked at his best friend, smirking after a couple seconds. “You’ll find out soon enough. Come on.”

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

Malia got all up in Peter’s grill, yelling, “Peter!” as loudly as she possibly could, waving her hand in front of his face.

“Malia,” Lydia said.

“What?” she said, snapping her fingers in front of Peter’s face. He couldn’t care less as he was too busy reading a newspaper.

“I got it,” I whispered to Lydia. I put my sights on Malia, saying, “The only way we were able to break through the Hunt… is with an emotional connection.”

“Dang,” Malia sighed. “Wish I could help.”

I heard Lydia sigh next to me, so I copied her sigh, crossing my arms.

“I’m not saying it,” Malia said, eyes dancing between us. “I’m not saying it.”

“Okay,” I said, turning to my left and walking towards the library doors. “Well, I guess everyone dies.”

I heard Lydia’s heels clicking on the ground behind me, Malia’s growl followed soon after. We both turned around, seeing her face Peter and closing her eyes.

Malia took a deep breath, before saying, “Dad. Dad. Dad.”

“Say it like you mean it,” Lydia and I said.

Malia squatted down in front of Peter, closing her eyes once again before opening them again, saying in the most gentle tone I’ve heard come out of her mouth since knowing her, “Dad. Please wake up.”

Peter dropped his newspaper, and that brought hope into my emotions. Malia stood back up as Lydia and I backed away a couple steps as Peter stood up as well, him and Malia locking eyes.

I couldn’t tell if there was recognition in his eyes or confusion, but I wanted to watch this scene play out to see what Mr. Drama Queen’s next move was going to be.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

Walking along the tracks in the woods, Stiles was more confused than ever about Scott’s last statement, but that went to the back of his mind when Scott put his arm in front of him.

“Wait, wait. Down,” Scott said, pulling Stiles to stand behind a tree that was split in two.

“Why’re we stopping?” Stiles asked.

Scott pointed in front of them, saying, “It’s there.” The track diverter. “It can’t be this easy.”

“Yes, it can, Scott,” Stiles said, looking at his best friend for a moment. “It can be this easy. For once, let’s do easy.” He stepped between the two trunks of the tree, going for the diverter.

“Okay,” Scott said, following behind Stiles.

Stiles reached forward, but was stopped by a whip wrapping around his wrist. “Oh, God.” He was pulled back, landing on his back with a grunt as Scott rushed forward. As his back hit the ground, Stiles groaned out in pain. “Or not.”

Douglas, who had the whip, pulled on it, sending Stiles back into a cloud of green smoke.

~~~

His back connected to the lockers behind him, Stiles grunting in pain as he landed on the floor. He sat up a little, looking around the room he was in, he said, “Nope. Not easy at all.”

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

“Attention all passengers. The train will be arriving in 12 minutes,” a voice said over the intercom. I finally realized who it was and sighed.

“When I find Scott McCall and Liam Dunbar, both boys are gonna be blessed to have their wolf powers,” I said.

“Why?” Lydia asked.

“Because they’re going to be running away from me as I try to murder their asses,” I said, crossing my arms. She gave me a weird look that I sighed at. “The voice on the PA is Corey’s, which means that he was taken, and Scott and Liam didn’t bother to tell me.”

As I was stewed in my being upset, Malia explained everything to Peter, who was sitting on top of the bench he was just preoccupying.

Peter turned to face us, looking at Malia. “Me? You want me to stop them? You know how many there are?”

“Yeah,” Malia said. “A lot of them. So get going.”

“Oh, Malia,” I said, face palming.

She grabbed Peter’s arm, pulling him off from the top of the bench.

“There are hundreds of waiting rooms in this train station which apparently now also serves as a high school library,” Peter said, the three of us girls walking behind him. “It’s impossible.”

“Nothing’s impossible,” I said.

“We can try,” Malia said.

“Where do you get this implausible optimism?” Peter asked.

“Definitely not from my father,” Malia retorted, walking around him, Lydia and I following.

“We don’t have time for this,” I said.

“We need someone to just hear us,” Lydia said.

“I think we already did,” Peter said.

As we stood by a dark archway, wind hit us in the face as a Ghost Rider came stalking towards us, flipping his jacket back like a cape.

“Oh, God,” I said. “This is so not going to be easy.”

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

Coming out of the locker room, Stiles heard Scott yell out his name. As he rounded the corner, the two almost ran right into each other, Scott reeling his arm back in defense mode.

“Damn! Man! Are you okay?” Scott asked.

“I think so. I finally saw the girls’ locker room,” Stiles said. “Now I know why Emma spends all her time in ours. It’s not that different. It’s kind of disappointing.”

“What just happened?” Scott asked, both boys now walking down the hall together.

“I don’t know. The worlds-- I think they’re collapsing in on each other.”

They heard Corey’s voice over the PA, saying, “Attention, all passengers. The train will be arriving in 11 minutes.”

“Em’s gonna kill me,” Scott whispered before he looked over at Stiles. “We gotta get back to the diverter.”

“Yeah,” Stiles said. “Wait, why is Emma gonna kill you?”

“I may or may not have told her that Corey got taken,” Scott said, more of a question than a statement.

“God, you’re a dumbass.”

“Yeah, I know.”

The boys both went to exit through the double doors, but ran into a slight problem. Both of them disappeared into another cloud of green smoke.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

Malia decided that now was the time to activate her Were side; her Coyote Blues shining and fangs on display. She even brought out her claws. Going to move to slash at the Ghost Rider, Lydia and I jumped in front of her.

“Get behind us,” I said. “They won’t take Banshees.”

“You sure about that?” Peter asked, coming to stand a couple of feet in front of us. The Ghost Rider whipped at us with his whip, Lydia and I jumping back with grunts, our breathing quick.

Peter brought out his claws and slashed at the Rider… only his claws did nothing. He did it once more just to see, nervously chuckling before everybody else started panicking. He kept slashing at the Rider, nothing happening, but that wasn’t going to stop him.

Lydia, Malia and I turned around and booked it… only to be stopped by another Rider after a few steps, the Rider circling his whip around his head, bringing it down to, well, whip one of us. Malia pushed me into Lydia, getting us out of the way of the Rider’s whip. Malia’s arm was the victim in this as the whip cracked on her.

“Malia!” I heard Peter yell. Awww, he’s trying to be a good father… for once. He ran over to us, holding his daughter from behind, saying mine and Lydia’s name, pushing Malia into us. He stood in between the Riders looking at each one before doing a 180 and grabbing the side of the bench closest to him, kicking the Rider in the chest, successfully knocking him down.

“He did it,” Malia said.

Peter went to kick at the Rider he’d just knocked down, only to be pushed back by the Rider’s foot. He slid on the ground for a moment before standing, grabbing the Rider’s arm that held the whip, aiming to toss him into the other Rider… who dodged his friend and let him fall to the ground. The Ghost Rider still standing stalked over to Peter, who ducked as the Rider tried to crack his whip at him. The former Alpha put the Rider into a headlock, only to be tossed over onto the floor.

“He’s not doing so well,” I whispered.

The first Rider he’d knocked down picked him up from the floor, putting his back against the end of the bookshelf, trying to suffocate him.

“Malia, go!” Peter said the best he could.

The three of us booked it out of the library, leaving Peter to defend for himself. I guess Malia had other plans because I watched as she stopped and turned around to face Peter, who again, was being held up by a Rider.

“Em, come on!” Lydia yelled.

The last thing I heard as I ran with Lydia into the hallway was Malia growling.

Coming to a stop in the hallway across from the library, I looked at Lydia, taking in deep breaths. “Ya’know,” I said, swallowing hard. “She’s never gonna learn.”

Lydia chuckled at me, shaking her head.

Having a weird feeling, I looked at the hall in front of me, not sure if Lydia felt it, too. I guess I didn’t care whether or not she did because I just started walking, following my gut instinct.

I felt Scott’s presence in the school, not really feeling anyone else's. Guess that part of my abilities is slowly fading just like my hearing. Awesome.

But as I walked further into the hallway, I could feel someone else’s presence.

Stiles.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

Back slamming into the lockers again, Stiles groaned in pain, exclaiming, “Damn iiiiiit!” He grunted and panted, walking towards the door. He opened it, but to his surprise, a Ghost Rider was standing on the other side waiting for him.

After the Rider pointed his gun at Stiles, he grabbed the Rider's wrist, trying to get him to drop it. Instead of dropping his gun, the Rider shot off a single shot, pushing Stiles off of him.

“Scott, I can’t fight this guy!” Stiles yelled.

The Rider cocked his gun and pointed it back at Stiles, gunshot ringing out as Stiles ducked out of the way. When Stiles stood again, the Rider had his gun pointing at his head.

Thinking back to when Emma was in the Vault, he closed his eyes, his last thought of his beautiful girlfriend.

Or so he thought.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

Stiles’ presence led me to the girl’s locker room, where I saw a Ghost Rider pointing his gun at Stiles’ head. Oh, hell no.

I lifted my hands, letting out my Banshee scream, sending the Rider into the lockers and down to the ground, either passed out or dead, I didn’t care. I just wanted my Stiles back as I ran into the locker room.

Seeing him for the first time in months, tears started to form in my eyes. I pulled my lips over to the left side of my face, turning my head a little to the right. “I didn’t say it back.” I guess he was just as shocked as I was, but he disregarded it, walking towards me, saying, “You don’t have to.”

I met him halfway, our lips meeting in a long, overdue kiss. Our lips moved in sync as we enjoyed being with each other again. When I felt like I couldn’t breathe, I pulled away, looking him in the eyes, him doing the same.

I sighed, tears flowing down my cheeks as I wrapped my arms around his middle, putting my head against this chest, never wanting to let go.

He returned the hug, putting his arms around my shoulders and resting his head on top of mine.

“Come on, let’s go find Scott,” he said. He took my hand, leading me out of the locker room and down the hall. We got about halfway when my eyes lit up their Banshee Green. “Emma?” “Found him,” I said.

Stiles’ grip on my hand got a little tighter as we ran down the hall towards the doors. We had just put our hands on the handle when we heard his mother’s voice, turning to our left. Nothing was there.

“Stiles? Stiles, is that you?” Claudia’s voice rang through.

“Mom?” Stiles asked, quietly.

“Babe, that’s not your mom,” I said, him pulling me to walk down the other hallway.

“I know who it is. I know her voice. You do, too.”

“No, handsome. That’s the Wild Hunt. They’re tricking you. Stiles, babe, please believe me.” We came to a stop as I continued my explanation. “The Wild Hunt brought her back, but she’s not real.”

He turned his head over his shoulder to look at me. “What do you mean brought her back?”

“Stiles,” Claudia said. We looked down the hall at her as she walked towards us. “I know what you’ve been through. I know how much you love your father.”

Stiles let go of my hand, walking towards his mother… who wasn’t actually his mother. What scared me the most about this whole thing wasn’t the fact that her face changed from the Claudia I once knew as a kid to one of a Ghost Rider, but the fact that Stiles was believing that this was his mother.

As Claudia came to a stop in front of Stiles, her voice distorted as she said, “But I love him more. Even from the Hunt, you somehow wormed your way back into his memory.”

“Yeah, worming’s one of my skills,” Stiles retorted. Even facing danger, he’s still his old, sarcastic self.

I took the few steps towards him, lacing my left fingers with his right, wrapping my right hand around his arm and I turned my body to face him. “That thing is conjured from your dad’s pain. If he remembers you, he can’t believe in her.”

“That’s why you have to go,” Claudia said.

She stepped forward as I pushed Stiles back, ready to scream before she grabbed my throat, successfully stopping it from exiting my body. Stiles came back, though, to save me from asphyxiation… only to put himself in my spot.

“You shouldn’t treat your mother that way,” Claudia said.

“You’re not my mother,” he said, voice strained.

I was too busy grabbing at my own throat and taking deep breaths while leaning on the wall to realize that Claudia had backed Stiles up into the wall next to them a few feet down.

I looked up and over in the direction I heard Scott’s roar, my own eyes responding. Since his roar was louder than what I’ve always heard, the Were part of me responded, my own roar filling up the space, though it was mixed with my Banshee scream.

I looked down at Claudia, not liking the fact that Stiles was turning purple.

“He believes in me,” she said. “Dreams. So hard to kill.”

Sheriff walked in front of me, facing his son and not-so-real wife. “But not impossible.” He shot at her, the bullet going right through her.

“Noah,” she said. “Your bullets can’t hurt me.”

I walked up next to Sheriff, hearing Lydia’s heels clicking on the linoleum floor. I turned and looked at her before looking back at Claudia and Stiles.

“Fire again,” I said, voice hoarse from being grasped and then screaming.

Sheriff fired off another bullet, Lydia and I holding our hands in front of us, both of us screaming. Aaaaaaand my voice is now gone.

I leaned forward, resting my hands on my knees, feeling Lydia’s hands on my back as we felt rumbling, hearing horses neighing. Lydia leaned me up, pressing me into Sheriff’s side as we all collectively heard the Ghost Riders chittering, lights flickering on and off.

I groaned quietly, putting my hands over my ears as the unmistakable sound of a train squealing on the tracks filled my ears. When the noise passed, I uncovered my ears, looking over at Lydia… then everything went black.

~~~

Waking up the next morning, I felt a weight on my waist. Confused, I looked at who the arm belonged to, smiling when I saw Stiles, sleeping like a baby. Carefully, I rolled from my left side to my right, only to realize that when I flipped over to face him, we were clothing optional. I guess I had a really good time with Stiles last night.

Smiling at my handsome boyfriend, I leaned up as gently as I could to press my lips to his, only to be beaten by said boy himself. Humming as we pulled apart, I smiled and licked my lips. “Hm. I’ve missed that so much.”

“Me, too,” he said. “Me, too.”

“Since we still have to go to school, let’s get up, get our showers and head off, okay?” I said, poking his nose.

He groaned in protest, pulling me closer to his body. “No. I vote we stay right here all day.”

“Stiles,” I warned. “It’s our last day of school.” I sat up, excited. “Our last day as Seniors.” I threw the covers off me, grabbing a shirt from the pile on the floor and putting it on. “Get dressed.” I said, dashing out of his room and into mine. I quickly got dressed, hair and makeup done when Stiles showed up in my doorway.

I looked at him after shouldering my backpack purse and smiled. “What?” He smirked at me, shaking his head. “Just wondering how I got so lucky.”

Smiling as I walked toward him, I reached my hand out, asking him to take it. “Ask the parentals.”

Shaking his head again, he chuckled. “You really need to stop watching early 2000’s movies. You quote them too much.”

“Oh, like you and Star Wars?” I retorted.

“Hey, don’t knock Star Wars. You always fall asleep.” I nodded once, smirk on my own face. “That I do. Now, let’s go.”

~~~

Pulling up into the school’s parking lot, Stiles parked his Jeep in his usual spot before getting out and rounding the Jeep, opening my door and helping me out. He pulled me into his side, giving me a sweet kiss before walking me inside of Beacon Hills High School for the last time as a student.

Classes went by like normal, all of us having the last class of the day together.

“Have a great summer, everyone,” Mr. Croft said. I think it went on deaf ears as most of the class left.

“No,” Stiles said.

“To the Seniors, I’ll see you at graduation.”

“No, no, no, no. That’s it? What?” Stiles turned around and faced me, Malia sitting behind me, Scott and Lydia in the desks next to me.

“Last day ever,” Scott said, a smile plastered all over his face.

“Hell yeah!” I exclaimed.

Stiles looked back at me, saying, “Well, it just feels so anticlimactic.”

“Well, there’s the whole graduation thing,” Lydia said.

“I’ve gotta go to summer school or I can’t do the whole graduation thing,” Malia said.

Scott got up out of his seat, saying, “Let’s do it.” Malia, Lydia and I following suit.

“No, come on,” Stiles protested. “Wait… guys. This can’t be it.”

I was standing at my locker, cleaning it out for the last time ever. It was weird that I was going to miss a locker, but it’d been mine for the last four years. What can I say? I was attached.

“I can’t believe we’re not in high school anymore,” Scott said, gaining my attention. He was talking to Stiles, but I didn’t care. “Kind of feels like nothing’s really changed.”

Having a hand on my locker door to close it, I looked from Scott to Stiles as he lifted his head up and over to look at me. Smiling at him, I grabbed the ring that occupied my neck.

“Everything’s changed,” Stiles said. He reached out for my hand, and I gladly took it, lacing our fingers.

Walking out to his Jeep, it really started to hit that high school life is over, and the real world is about to hit us in the face. Hard.

Letting go of my hand, Stiles handed me his backpack before giving me a quick kiss. We’d been doing that a lot since we saved him from the Hunt. He messed around with something under the hood as I put our bags in the backseat, where I knew I was going to be sitting.

“Okay!” Stiles said, coming around to the back of the Jeep. “So, Liam, since you’re the new Alpha--”

“He’s not an Alpha,” I interrupted. I looked at Liam, winking, “I got your six.”

“Well, ya’know, Alpha-In-Training.”

“He’d have to kill an Alpha,” I retorted.

“Babe,” Stiles said, causing me to chuckle. He looked back at his intended target. “Liam, since you’re taking over, the most important thing you can remember is that Mason is always gonna be the one who’s there to save your ass all the time.”

“Well, not all the time,” Scott said, offense in his voice.

“Most of the time though.”

“You sound a little bit proud there, babe,” I said.

“Little bit,” he said, looking down at me. He looked back at Mason, train of thought going back to the station it was originally stopping at. “Which is why… I think you’re gonna need this,” he said, reaching into the Jeep and pulling out his trusty bat.

“Aw, not your trusty bat!” I whined.

“Uh, I don’t play baseball,” Mason said.

“Right, neither do I. It’s-- it’s not the point,” Stiles said, handing the bat to Mason.

“Okay, thanks.”

“There you go,” Stiles said, Mason and Liam walking away. “Love you guys. Alright. I leave you with this.” He pulled out a roll of duct tape, handing it to Scott. “Ya’know, hurt her and I’ll kill you.”

I scrunched my brows. “Since when is Roscoe a girl name?”

Stiles looked at me, giving me an unamused look. “Would you just go with it?”

I chuckled, putting my hands up.

“You sure you won’t need it?” Scott asked.

“It’s okay. Emma and I are gonna fly to DC. She’s gonna help me move into my dorm, so…”

I sighed, not wanting to be thinking about the 80 minute flight I’d be taking after. Thinking about being 443 miles away from Stiles is already sending me into a state of anxiety. “Then Mom’s gonna fly to DC with a connecting flight to Boston to help me move into mine. I don’t even know I got in to Harvard.”

“Your mom, plus you’re a genius,” Scott said.

“The real question is; how did you, Scott McCall, get into UC Davis?” I sassed.

“How did Stiles get into George Washington?” Scott asked back.

“I don’t know,” Stiles said. “Uh, your dad. The, uh, big FBI pops made a call to the little pre-FBI program.” “Pre-FBI,” Scott and I said. I was so proud of each of my boys, equally.

I looked down, tears starting to fill my eyes. “Wow, I guess we’re not the same kids running around the woods looking for a body.”

Stiles put his arm around my shoulder. “No, we’re not.” He pulled out a keyring with a crap ton of keys on it, tossing them around lightly in his hand.

“Ya’know, you can keep the Jeep,” Scott said.

“No, I -- I want you to have it,” Stiles said, looking up at Scott, handing him the keys.

“Woah. Stiles, these aren’t the keys to the Jeep.”

“Well, that’s one to your house, another to your room, Emma’s house, uh… master key to the school, Animal Clinic, key to the Sheriff station, Emma’s Jeep--”

“You made a copy of my Jeep key?” I asked.

“Well, yeah. Just in case you wanted me to drive it somewhere and you don’t have your set, so…” he explained.

I smiled at him, cupping his cheek with my right hand. “You’re such a cute little psychopath.”

“Guys,” Scott said.

“Right, sorry,” Stiles said. “Just figured you should have all the copies I secretly made, so…”

I reached into his right pocket, taking the actual keys to the Jeep out, looking at them.

“They still need us,” Stiles said, looking over at the students piling out of the school.

“They’ll always need us,” Scott agreed.

“And, ya’know, I--” Stiles said. “I need you--” He looked down at me as I nodded my head before he looked back up at Scott. “To… be my best man.”

Scott looked at us, eyes wide with shock. “You’re getting married?”

“Well, not right away, but we know we want to. I already have Lydia as a bridesmaid. I asked Malia, but she said wearing a dress makes her feel too girly, so she opted out,” I said. “We’re gonna miss you, Scotty,” I added, a tear falling down my cheek.

“No, really, I need you, though, uh-- I lost my license in the Hunt. So you have to drive,” Stiles said.

“Babe, your dad is the Sheriff and my dad is his right hand Deputy,” I chuckled. “I’m sure they’ll let it slide. You drive.” I held the keys up to him, smiling.

Scott put the duct tape back in the Jeep, all three of us moving to get in. Me first through the drivers side, taking my place in the middle with Scott and Stiles in their respective seats.

I leaned forward, hands on the backs of each seat as Stiles started the Jeep, his police radio coming on.

“Unit Four, repeat,” Sheriff said. “You’re telling me there’s a body in the woods?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Unit Four said. “There’s a body in the woods...”

I reached forward, turning the radio off as I looked between each boy that was looking at each other.

All I could do was smile and put my arm around Stiles’ front as he pulled out of the parking lot. I had my best friend, who was more like a brother. I had my other best friends, who were both currently planning out their summers since they were both single bitches. Get it, girls.

But the most important person who I had in my life… was Stiles.

And I couldn’t wait to start the rest of my life with him.

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