Disclaimer: "I do not own Teen Wolf. The show, the characters, and any quotes from the show belong to Jeff Davis, and his amazing team of writers. I only own Nixie, and anything I make her do or say."

Hi Guys! Gosh, it feels like it's been a while. And for some of you, I know you've been waiting on a story for Season 6 since I originally wrote for seasons 4 & 5. To those who have been waiting all that time, thank you so much for your patience with me as I went back for the first three seasons, and the rewrite of season 4. I cannot express to you enough my gratitude on that front.

I also wanted to throw in here that season 6 is taking me a bit longer to write because... well, this is it. After season 6, it's over. I think there's been some talk about a new generation of Teen Wolf being created for TV? But if there is, and if that happens, I will probably not continue on with it, or stories based around those new episodes. I was sad to see Teen Wolf end at all, but I do feel that the show ended on a good note, and that's where I am content to leave it for the most part.

Last thing I want to say, just to give a heads up. Season 6, as with the rest of my stories, will follow the same pattern as the TV show did. So it will be broken into parts A & B. So this is the story for Season 6a.

As always, I am sorry for the interruption. And without further adieu, here is what I imagine Season 6a would be like with my character Nixie Haven thrown into the mix. Enjoy! :)

Chapter 1: Episode 6x1

"Do I have to be here?"

As Lydia scans over another wedding dress, eyeballing it and trying to picture Nixie in it, she answers, "It's called wedding dress shopping, Nixie. Which, consequently, is impossible to do without the bride actually being present."

Nixie eyes one of the dresses Lydia is looking at, cringes at the idea of wearing it, and then says, "I gave you all my measurements. I don't see…" "Nixie, I am the fashion queen here. Which, in the realm of helping you find a wedding dress at all, is very helpful. But, in the realm of finding one that you will still be comfortable wearing… is not as helpful. And I am not about to spend money on a dress that I'm not, one-hundred percent certain, that you are going to love while wearing it down the aisle."

And Lydia can't help laughing when Nixie grumbles, "We'd be better off trying to find me a nice set of white pants and a tank top then." Grinning over at her friend, Nixie says, "Sorry. I know I have to be here. It's just… Scott and Stiles are out there right now, trying to help pull over some robber. And if the constant pinging of my phone is any indication, it didn't go well."

Lydia smirks, "I'm still not giving you permission to look at your phone right now." "Just five seconds!" "And after that, you'll race out of here to go after them. No; that has happened the last five times we tried to do this. So you don't get to look at your phone, until after we've found you a dress. That is final."

Nixie groans, but doesn't argue. It wasn't the most unreasonable request, given the circumstances. She had, literally, the last five times they'd arrived to go dress shopping, bolted out the door three minutes later. And all because Scott and Stiles would text her about some new plan they had for helping out the police department. So, Lydia instilled a new rule.

And Scott and Stiles were fully aware of it, so they really shouldn't be texting her so much right now.

In any case, now Nixie has been in this dress shop for nearly an hour, and she's tried on more dresses than she will ever care to admit. Poofy ones, short ones, long ones, laced ones, sparkly ones, no-sleeved ones, long-sleeved ones. Nixie is fairly certain that there isn't a dress in this place that she hasn't yet tried on.

Lydia's choices were good, as far as trying to meet Nixie's standards went. If Nixie were going to a party and had to absolutely wear a dress, there were several choices that would've fit the bill. But… that's not what Lydia was going for. She wanted to find a dress that Nixie, when the day finally came, would have no qualms or issues putting on. She wanted Nixie to love this dress… wanted her to want to keep it after the wedding was over.

And Nixie couldn't lie to Lydia about this. Lydia knew what her face looked like when Nixie actually enjoyed what she was wearing. Hence them still being here, even though Nixie had said that several of the previous dresses would've been fine.

She knows what Lydia is looking for, and Nixie appreciates it greatly. Aside from choosing the color scheme, and a few other décor options that she'd had to pick from for herself, Nixie had let Lydia take charge of planning the entire wedding. The only thing they had yet to pick, was the actual place that it would be held.

Well… and the exact date. The fact that it was happening soon, was a given. Jordan and Nixie decided that having it over the summer would be best, so everyone could definitely attend. But the exact day…

It wasn't that Nixie or Jordan were getting cold feet. Well… Nixie's feet were always cold, as was the rest of her. But, that wasn't why the date wasn't set in stone. The wedding itself, as far as decorations, was going to be very simple and small. Nixie still only had a relatively small group of people that she cared about having there to attend, and Jordan's family… well, that was still an 'up-in-the-air' type of deal. One that Nixie was trying to give him a little space on.

Bottom line, the wedding itself wouldn't take long to set up, and could be held at a moment's notice. Which Nixie felt was ideal, considering how many catastrophes ended up happening and revolving around Beacon Hills. So, there was no set date. There was only the pre-requisite, that all of her family be there for it. And whatever day that ended up being possible, that's the day their wedding would take place.

Now if they could just find this dress, Nixie could get on with worrying about the one other detail she hadn't sorted out yet. But… she'd worry about that after the dress.

They were still looking, Nixie's phone still chiming and vibrating every few minutes, and Lydia glancing over to make sure Nixie wasn't looking at it. And having already been to three other stores previously in the day… Nixie was about at her wits end.

Then, while Lydia was going to ask the manager a question, Nixie paused and turned to look towards the back corner of the store. She's not sure how, or why… but something had just caught her eye.

It wasn't one of the dresses on display. There was no beading, jewels, or extra lacing on the fabric. It was not an over-the-top or overly frilly dress. It was… simple. And in that simplicity, was a sort of elegance that Nixie hadn't seen in the other dresses she'd looked at.

The V-neck at the top made her a tad wary. The scar on her collar would most definitely be visible in the dress. And there was a deep V at the back of the dress, which would reveal her scars there as well. But, considering everyone that was going to be there had already seen her scars, Nixie puts that bit of worry to the side.

The hemline and sash, which appeared directly beneath the bust of the dress, used ruching in design, which was a bit of folding and gathering of the fabric. It was fitted so it would mold to her torso perfectly, if it was the right size. It had no sleeves, with just two straps to go over her shoulders, connecting behind the neck. And beyond the hemline, the dress flowed downward beautifully. It wasn't an overly poofy dress… but the fabric didn't simply go straight down. It was slightly flared, and beautifully folded and rippled down to the bottom, which would probably reach just past the end of Nixie's knees.

She stood there staring at it so long, Nixie didn't hear when Lydia finally came back to join her. Coming up beside her friend, Lydia says gently, "It's beautiful." Nixie nods to that, and then clears her throat and says, "It's more than a hundred dollars though. We should…" "Nixie…"

Turning to Lydia, Nixie sighs when Lydia says, "You're not paying for the dress." "That doesn't help your case any. If anything, it helps mine." "Nixie, we've looked at plenty of dresses that cost a lot more today. You didn't object to trying those on." "Yeah, well, I already knew I wouldn't want them." Lydia gives her a look, and then says, "Look, as far as dresses go, it's only one-fifty, and that's not the most expensive we've seen."

Nixie turns to look at it again, and then bites her lip before asking, "You… do you think Jordan will like it?" "Nixie, what kind of question is that? The man would like you coming down the aisle dressed in a white trash bag, for all he cares." Nixie laughs, and then says, "Um… I guess… we should try it on." "Yes, we most certainly should."

And after requesting the appropriate size, Nixie was now standing in front of the mirrors, in this simple but elegant dress. She honestly couldn't believe it. She felt… beautiful. Even with her scar on display, she felt beautiful.

Lydia moves to stand beside her after a moment. Wrapping an arm around Nixie, she smiles and says, "It's perfect." Nixie nods, and then huffs before wiping at her eye while complaining, "If I make it rain over a stupid dress… I don't even know what I'm gonna do about that." Lydia laughs, and then says, "Come on. We'll have them bag it and then you can finally go home. Or… head out to help Stiles and Scott… whichever you need to do after you look at your phone."

Nixie grins, and then after she's changed back into her own clothes, grabs her phone to see what's been going on. Which, honestly, wasn't a whole lot until the end. Scott and Stiles had helped pull over a man who had apparently been stealing helium. And seriously, for what?! How badly could he need balloons that he needed to steal that much helium?

Anyways, then the last text told her that they were going to the station to talk with a kid that Liam and Hayden had brought in. They'd found him in an abandoned car, begging for Liam to protect him and not let 'them' take him as well. The kid's parents had apparently been taken and kidnapped, and now he was terrified they would come back for him.

So… to the station it was. As soon as Lydia had the dress in hand and told Nixie that she would be keeping it at her house so Jordan wouldn't see it, Nixie takes off to get down to the station to see what's been going on.

She's just walked into the station, into Noah's office, when she hears the kid say, "They're coming back. They're coming for me." Tilting her head, Nixie says, "Alright then. I need a name, a description, and a twelve-hour window so I can kill them first." The kid, Alex, looks up at her in surprise, and then Stiles asks, "Where have you been?!" Nixie gives him a look and says, "Dress shopping." "For five hours?!" "Believe me, I didn't like it any more than you apparently did. But, at least it's over now."

Scott turns to her and asks happily, "You found a dress?" "Yeah. Finally. Now… who's after the kid?" And to the kid, she asks, "And what's your name?" He stares at her a moment longer, and then says, "Um… Alex." "Hi Alex."

She bends down to give him a hug, and Scott smiles at the relief that washes over Alex's face. Then Nixie looks over at them and asks, "Well? Who's after him?" Stiles shrugs and says, "We're not sure yet. Some guy on a horse with a gun." Raising an eyebrow, Nixie says, "That's a bit old school, but okay. I can work with that." Then she winks at Alex and says, "Don't worry. One look at me, and he won't dare to come after you again."

Alex grins up at her, and then Noah says, "Well… until we find him, you guys need to go home and get ready for school tomorrow. Alex, you can stay here until someone from child-protective-services comes to talk to you. Until we find your parents, we'll keep you safe."

Scott and Stiles give Nixie a hug before they walk out of the room, and then Noah escorts Alex into a waiting area. When he comes back and finds Nixie still in his office, he tilts his head curiously. Coming in and shutting the door behind him, he asks, "Something else going on?"

Nixie shakes her head, though her pacing doesn't exactly assure him that she's telling the truth. "You sure, Nix?" She nods to him, and then sighs and says, "I just… need to ask you a question. A favor, I guess. It… it's the last thing I need to make sure I have for the wedding." Noah nods, "Okay. What do you need Nixie? But I have to warn you, if it's help with the food, I don't think I'd be the greatest chef for you." "I don't need you to be a chef."

Stopping in her pace, turning to face him, she takes a breath and says, "I… was hoping… if you wouldn't mind… if you could… um…" She takes another breath, and then says, "Would you… would you walk me down the aisle? As my dad? I… I know that… technically you're…"

But Noah is already smiling wide at her, pride shining from his face, like he'd never been so proud in his life. Coming up to her, wrapping her up in a hug, he says, "Oh, Nixie. Nothing would ever make me happier. How could you think I'd say no?" "Well, I mean… I know we always talk about how I'm your honorary daughter. And you are the closest thing to a father that I have. I can't even remember my own and… ever since my mom went to Eichen, after I found you guys… I mean, you're the one who's been taking care of me like a father would. You're the one who threatened Jordan with a shotgun if he ever hurt me. But I didn't… I didn't want to assume that you would…"

Noah kisses the side of her head, "Nothing would give me more pleasure, Nixie. I'm honored." Smiling up at him, Nixie sighs in relief as she sinks into his arms. Relaxing, she says, "That's everything then. It's all gotten and ready. Now we just… need to find a day in the summer when everyone will have off and be here." Noah nods and says, "Whatever day you want, Nixie. I'll be there. With bells on, if you like."

Nixie laughs at him, and then kisses him on the cheek before heading outside. The boys are still waiting out there, and Stiles flails while asking, "What took you so long?" Nixie raises an eyebrow, "I finally got around to asking Noah to walk me down the aisle. Why?" Stiles gentles at that, and then smiles and says, "Told you he'd say yes." "I didn't even tell you what he said yet." "Well… he said yes, didn't he?" "Yeah." "Well, see?! I told you so. Now, come on."

Swinging a leg over her bike, she asks, "Where are we going?" "To the scene of the crime… or thereabouts. Lydia is meeting us at the car Alex was found in, which is now at the impound lot. See if she can pick up on anything." Nodding, Nixie cranks up her bike and says, "Sounds like a plan. Let's go."

As Lydia makes a thoughtful noise in the back of her throat, Stiles snaps upright in the back of the car and asks, "What?!" Nixie, sitting in the passenger seat, raises an eyebrow at him, and then has to bite her lip to keep from laughing. The look that takes over Stiles' face is priceless when Lydia simply says, "This is the perfect shade of eyeshadow for me. I forget the name."

Stiles' right eye twitches slightly in response before he asks, "Can we please stay on topic here?" Lydia shrugs and says, "I'm not getting anything." And as Stiles begins to flail, Nixie quickly intercedes, "Which probably means they just aren't dead. Which is good. So Stiles, just say thank you." Stiles gives her a look, but then hops out to join Scott. And as Lydia begins stepping out as well, she grins when Nixie says, "And FYI, the shade is Moon-dust." "How do you know my shade of makeup when you hardly ever wear this stuff?"

Nixie shrugs, but then says, "Because I took great care in picking out your last birthday present, and I put the pallet together myself. Great care. You can ask Jordan. It was ridiculous, how much time I spent in there." Lydia nods, but says gently, "You don't have to keep trying to make up for last semester. Jordan and I both know that it wasn't really your fault that you started doubting us both."

Nixie smiles a bit in appreciation, "Thanks. But that's not what that's for. The fact that I got you anything at all was your birthday present. The fact that I spent two hours putting together the perfect makeup pallet for you, is your present for organizing and putting together my entire wedding." Beaming, Lydia says, "Well, in that case, thanks. I love it!" "Awesome."

Then they turn as they all hear a coyote howl break through the otherwise silent night. After defeating her mother and gaining more power of a were-coyote, Malia had developed the same ability that Derek had. She could transform completely into a coyote.

And as she joined them, shifting back into human form, Nixie grabs a bag from the back of Lydia's car. Pulling out the shirt and shorts inside, she tosses them to Malia while Lydia says, "I don't think they're dead." Nixie raises a hand and says, "Seconded." Malia gives them both a look and says bluntly, "They're dead. Probably torn apart. The only thing I don't get is why there's no blood."

Lydia shakes her head, "They're not dead. If they were, I'd sense it, just like Nixie said a minute ago." Nixie nods, though she does add, "The blood thing is confusing though. I mean… they were clearly shot at. So… where's the blood?" Malia nods, and then also adds, "Also, and I know it's wise to take the word of a banshee…" Malia looks pointed to Nixie on that point, sure that Nixie would say something about it if she didn't. Then she adds, "But if they were alive, I'd smell it."

Scott confirms, "Yeah, I'm not getting anything either." Stiles turns to Nixie as a final check on the scent, but she shakes her head too, saying, "Sorry. But all I'm getting is the kid." Huffing, Stiles turns back to Scott. "Dude, you were in the kid's head for four minutes. I timed it. How can you have nothing?" Scott shrugs and says, "I mean… it's not an exact science." Nixie nods and affirms, "Yeah. It's a supernatural science. Which always happens to be a bitch to deal with."

Scott grins at her, and then says, "Besides, Alex is just a kid. Maybe he's too freaked out to remember." Nixie holds up a finger at that and says, "I… well, I am going to have to disagree with you on that point." Scott tilts his head, "Why?" "Because it's not about what Alex is willing to remember. It's about what his subconscious gathered. What you do with your claws… it's not about reaching into the immediate memories. It goes further than that, sometimes even into the darkest parts of our memory, to places that we think we've forgotten about."

Shrugging, she adds, "Even if he doesn't want to remember… you would've seen it. It's not like he could've tricked you. Whatever you saw… that's what he saw." Scott nods, and then they turn to Malia when she asks, "Why does it matter if these guys are dead again? I mean… dead is dead." Nixie gives her a look, to which Malia says, "Sorry. I just don't get why we're so concerned with them being alive or dead."

Stiles answers, "If it's just a robbery, we can't help them. And if it's something supernatural, my dad can't help them. So… that's why we need to figure this out." Nixie raises an eyebrow at that, and then points over at Lydia when she says, "It sounds like you want it to be supernatural." Stiles doesn't confirm that, but says, "It's been like… three months since anything's happened." Tilting her head, Lydia says back, "Yeah. And once a week, you drag me out of bed, like I'm some sort of supernatural metal detector."

And Nixie closes her eyes and sighs when Stiles says, "Okay, it is way more often than that." Shaking her head, Nixie says, "Not helping your case right now, Stiles. And you only think it's more than that, because if Lydia won't come with you, then you come to get me." Stiles flails as he says, "Okay, but still! You guys can't tell me that you think this is just some series of impossible coincidences."

Lydia sighs and says gently, "What I'm saying, is maybe that wouldn't be so bad." Stiles gives them all a look, and then turns to Nixie. His eyes are clearly pleading for some kind of assistance. Sighing inwardly, Nixie ponders it all for a moment, and then says, "I honestly don't know what about the car accident would make it supernatural right now. I can't see anything or smell anything that would lead me to that conclusion."

Then she turns to Lydia and says, "But… Stiles is right. It's been three months without any other crazy, weird-ass, supernatural activity in this town. A town that is now, thanks to us, a literal beacon, for supernatural creatures and activity. We can't just ignore that."

Silence for a moment, and then Nixie says, "Just… everyone be cautious. This might not be the beginning of anything that we need to deal with ourselves. But if it's not… then something else is likely coming around the corner rather quickly at this point. So just… stay on your toes. Everyone."

Lydia concedes to that, and then says to Malia, "Come on. I'll give you a ride home." Malia nods, but Nixie can hear her whisper on the way to the car, "Can I see Nixie's dress first?"

Grinning slightly, she then turns back to her boys. Stiles hops behind the wheel of the car, rubbing a hand over his mouth as he tries to think. Bending down beside his window, Nixie says, "Sorry. I know that's not what…" "No, Nixie… you're wonderful. Thanks." Turning to look at her, he smiles gently and says, "And I'm sorry if I keep bugging you in the middle of the night."

Nixie shrugs and says, "I'm not the one you need to worry about. Jordan, on the other hand… you might want to warn him ahead of time or something every now and then. He's not always thrilled when I try to sneak out to come meet you." "Yeah. Tell him I'm sorry?" Nixie laughs and says, "Just make sure you never wake me up early on a Sunday morning, and you're fine." "Okay. By the way, what's with him and Sunday mornings?"

Nixie shrugs, but smiles wider as she stands back up straight. Jordan hadn't actually said it aloud, but ever since last semester, he'd started enforcing that, at least one day out of each week, Nixie would sleep in. Nothing major. She was always up by nine, or at least nine-thirty. But, Jordan didn't like the idea of her not getting enough sleep.

Sundays ended up becoming a sort of perfect day for them to sleep in; and so that was the day Nixie had decided Stiles shouldn't touch. He could come bug her on any other morning. Just not Sundays. At least… not when there wasn't a confirmed crisis going down yet.

Scott comes to the window with them, and then bends down to Stiles. Nodding towards the front of the car, he says, "Stiles… you're staring at a broken windshield." Stiles sighs behind his lips and says, "There's… something wrong with it." Scott nods and reiterates, "It's broken."

Nixie grins a little at that, earning a smirk from Scott. Then Scott adds, "And it wasn't a magic bullet. It was a regular bullet. That blew out a regular windshield." Stiles is gritting his teeth, but then relaxes and even smiles when Nixie butts in with, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Scott. Just because we can't see any supernatural signs right now, doesn't mean there weren't any beforehand. I mean… is there a shell casing lying around that I don't know about? Did we swab it for supernatural DNA or something? No."

Scott gives her a look, but can't help chuckling when she says, "I'm just saying. How do we know some guy didn't have a mystical bullet loaded into some magical gun? Furthermore, how do we know he was on an actual horse? You said yourself, the kid's memories were a bit scattered. Maybe this jackass was riding a unicorn. The possibilities are endless here."

Even Stiles is laughing now, and Nixie smiles at both of her boys before turning to look at the rest of the impound lot. Scott is about to reemphasize that it was all regular things. But as Nixie looks at the rest of the cars, her smile begins slipping.

Stiles, from inside, notices. Nudging Scott with his hand, he then asks, "Nix? Nix, what do you…" "Look at the rest of the windshields." Scott and Stiles turn to see them, and though Scott looks confused for a second, Stiles gets it and says, "They're not blown out." Nixie nods, "And some have been shot multiple times. Definitely with normal bullets. It… this one should be the same."

They all turn back to the car at that, and as Stiles reaches forward for a broken shard of glass, he mutters, "Magic bullet."

Nixie sighs, "And just when you thought it couldn't get any stranger. Shit."

Jordan had been staring at his phone for the past fifteen minutes. He was still working on dinner, and had finally gotten a text from Nixie, letting him know she'd be home soon. But that wasn't why he was still staring at his phone.

With everything that had always been going on in their lives lately, Jordan and Nixie had never really gotten around to any official introductions to family members before. Nixie knew, from before they were even dating, that he had family back in Virginia. She knew that his grandma was the one who taught him to opens doors for beautiful women. But… that had been about it.

Until a couple of months ago. And Jordan didn't really have a problem sharing information about his family with her. Both his parents were still alive, and he had an older brother and a younger sister. His grandfather had died ten years ago, but his grandmother was still very much alive.

But when he got to describing them to her… well, Nixie could see more clearly why he'd moved so far away after coming back to the states. His grandma, Jordan loved to dead. She was the woman who had practically raised him. But, his mother and father were high-level employees for Hilton Worldwide. And they loved their work. So much in fact, that they felt they had little time to spend at home. So Jordan and his two siblings had both been raised by their grandparents, for the most part.

Jordan's brother, even at a young age, was on the fast track to following in his parents' footsteps. And they'd felt it was so wonderful, that they couldn't understand why neither Jordan, nor his sister, felt the same way. For most of his life, Jordan had been prodded to enter into business and sales… a career path he had no passion for, and would never have been happy doing."

That's where the Army came in. Make no mistake, Jordan had felt it as a calling from the first moment he'd seen the brochure and attended a seminar. But on top of that, the Army is what helped pay for his education. And his parents, even to this day as far as he knows, had never supported that decision. Not for him going into the Army, and not for afterwards, when he decided to become a cop.

He had no intentions of inviting them to the wedding. And unless something drastic had changed… he didn't really have plans to ever take Nixie to Virginia to go and see them. And Nixie had understood, far more than Jordan had thought she would.

That part had confused Nixie most of all. Jordan had almost refused to believe she was completely okay with never meeting his parents. He finally explained that... well… it was because of Nixie's parents.

Nixie had been too young when her father had died. She couldn't really remember him, except for what her mother had been able to tell her. And her mother… Naomi was still in a mental institution. And her moments of clarity, though they were coming easier and easier with each visit, were still mostly to be seen in Nixie's presence for now.

Nixie had lived out most of her childhood without her own parents. Sure… she'd had Noah and Melissa after a while. But Nixie knew, better than most, what it was to not know your parents. To have them taken away from you and not be able to have them in your life. And because of that, Jordan had thought she would insist that Jordan work harder to incorporate his own parents into their lives.

That was not the case, as he came to find out. Nixie had stared at him for a moment, and then rolled her eyes before she'd said, "Jordan, if your parents are jerks, then of course I would rather not meet them. I seriously doubt they'd like me very much. From what you've said, they'd sit here for five minutes, and then I'd already be slapping them in the head."

She'd run her fingers through his hair at the time and explained further. "Jordan… I didn't get to know my own dad. And my mom is clinically insane. But I still love her, and she's still the greatest woman that I know. But she is not, the greatest woman that I know, simply because she's my mom. Do you know why she's the greatest woman I know?"

Jordan had tilted his head, so Nixie continued, "Because she's a good person. Because in spite of what she becomes when she snaps… I know the person she really is, on the inside, beyond all the crazy. And beyond all that, she's the person who always made me feel safe when I was younger. She is the woman who, above all else, only ever wanted to protect me and take care of me. She's the woman who, down to her very last moments of sanity, spent almost all of her time trying to make sure that I would be taken care of, and would be safe."

Nixie had smiled, "I love her because she's great. That's how I've chosen everyone that is now considered my family. They're all great people… the best of the best, in my opinion. And if your parents aren't that… well, then that's okay. I don't need to see them. They don't need to see me. And you can brag one day about what they missed when they never got to meet me. Because, and I don't mean to brag myself, but I'm awesome."

Jordan had laughed, and then nodded when Nixie admitted, "I would like to meet your grandma though. And your sister… someday. You seem to really love both of them. I can see it in your face. But that doesn't have to be until you're ready, Jordan."

Since then, he'd been debating internally about this idea that had come into his head. He wasn't going to invite his parents to the wedding. That was out of the question, in his opinion. And his brother, while not as much of a workaholic as his parents… he would most definitely tell them about the wedding, and then they'd show up by default. So no, he wasn't inviting his brother either.

His sister and grandmother, however.

Jordan turns the burner on the stove down to simmer, and then sighs as he swipes the phone off the counter beside him. It wasn't like he never talked to his sister or grandma anymore. He just… hadn't really told either of them about Nixie, or her friends, or the life he was building for himself in Beacon Hills. He knows that to them… this hadn't ever been something they'd considered would be permanent for him. Eventually, they were probably expecting him to come home.

That definitely wasn't happening anymore. Even if he'd considered it an option beforehand… there was no way Nixie would move to Virginia full time. Not with so many of her people living here, in Beacon Hills. Nixie's protectiveness wouldn't allow for her to be so far away from them. And Jordan would never put her in a position to choose between him and the pack. Besides… he was pack too. It didn't make sense for him to move away.

Bottom line… it was time for him to inform his grandma and sister of those facts. That he would never be moving back to Virginia fulltime. That he loved working here, in Beacon Hills, where the help was so clearly needed. And that he'd met a woman who had stolen his heart, and that he was getting married to her… and that he wanted them to be there and to meet her.

The phone rings five times, and Jordan is getting nervous and honestly contemplating hanging up. But before he can, the ringing stops, and a light voice on the other end says, "Hello?" Smiling, Jordan says, "Hey Liv." There's a pause, and the same light voice that belongs to Olivia Parrish exclaims, "Jo! Oh, it's good to hear from you! How long's it been? Two months?" Jordan shrugs, "I think it's been more like three, actually." "Entirely too long. We're going to have to work on that."

And if they were going to meet Nixie, Jordan knows for a fact that the phone calling won't be an issue for long. Grinning at the thought, Jordan says, "I completely agree. How are you?" "Oh, I'm doing just fine. Grams is still teaching me the ins and outs of the Vet Clinic. I told you I got my license to practice, right?" "You did. Congratulations again." "Thanks! Anyways, Grams says I can take over from her in about a year or so, but she's not ready to retire yet. You know how she is." "Oh yeah."

They talk a little more about aimless topics, and then finally Olivia asks, "Did you have something more specific to talk about Jo? You don't usually call this late unless it's important." Jordan nods, "Yeah. Sorry about that." "It's okay. I wasn't asleep anyway. You know me. Night owl."

Yeah. Jordan can't help grinning at the fact that, based on that alone, Nixie and Olivia would get along swimmingly.

Nodding to himself one more time, Jordan says, "Um… well… it's kind of a long… well, it's not really a long story. I just… um…" "Jo, just tell me. You know you can tell me anything."

A long pause, and then Jordan says, "I met a girl. She's beautiful, and wonderful, and everything to me. I've been dating her for a little over a year. And… now we're engaged. And we're getting married sometime when summer starts. And… I want you and Grams to come, but I really don't want mom and dad there. So… yeah. Would you… would you come? To the wedding?"

The pause after that is much longer than the first one, and Jordan sighs at the stern voice Liv uses when she says, "Hold on. Back up. You've had a girlfriend? For over a year? And you never bothered to tell me?! Jordan Caleb Parrish! What the fuck?!"

When Nixie finally came home, she raises an eyebrow when she hears Jordan sigh and say, "That… was both worse and better than I thought it was going to be."

Walking into the kitchen, she glances down at the green beans he has in a pot and says, "Well, whatever it was, I'm glad it's over. These are almost out of water." Jordan spins around to look at her, and then he quickly turns the burner off. Cupping her face in his hands, Nixie gives a small gasp of surprise when his lips land on hers. No other warning or preamble. He just draws her in and teases her lips apart.

And Nixie can feel his smile growing when she parts for him immediately. Like he seriously thought she would do otherwise. It'll be a cold day in hell before Nixie will say no to kissing her fiancé, Jordan Parrish.

The only thing that pulls her away is an eventual need to breathe. Pulling back, Nixie gasps in a breath and then moans when Jordan's lips trail down to her neck, teasing the sensitive curve with a gentle touch before wrapping his lips around a particular section, working a hickey into the skin there.

Nixie doesn't even remember when he picked her up and sat her on the island behind her. She just knows that, when he finally pulls back with a soft pop, her legs are wrapped around his waist, her fingers in his hair, and his fingers are moving up and down her back, the perfect amount of pressure applied that makes her want to lean into him even more.

He pulls back to look up at her, and then grins. Gently bumping his nose against hers, he says, "Love you." Her answering laughter is music to his ears, and then she says, "I love you too, Babe."

She watches his eyes close as she runs her fingers through his hair again. Then she asks, "So… what was that for?" Jordan draws her left hand down so he can kiss the inside of her wrist, and then he says, "You just… make things seem possible. Things I didn't think would be beforehand." "Such as." "I called my sister today."

Nixie nods, not really surprised by that. She already knew that Jordan kept in touch with both his sister and his grandma. But she does pause in surprise when he says, "I invited her and Grams to the wedding." He opens his eyes again, trying to gauge by Nixie's reaction if that was an okay thing to do. He supposes he should've, maybe, asked about it first, but…

He worries needlessly though, because Nixie shakes herself awake and then beams at him before saying, "That's awesome! That means I get to meet them! And they get to see us get married!" Then she blinks and adds, "Oh. And they get to see me in a dress. Not quite as awesome… but what the hell." Jordan chuckles, and then pauses himself before saying, "Wait."

Nixie grins down at him, and then nods when he asks, "You found a dress?" His smile widens, and then he can't help laughing when Nixie says, "And I have to say, it's a true testament to how much I love you, that I spent so long looking for the damn thing. But yes, I found a dress. It's… well, according to Lydia, it's perfect. So…"

Jordan squeezes her hips gently and asks, "Do you think it's perfect?" Nixie blushes a bit, but then nods, "Yes. I… yes." And as she bites at her lower lip, Jordan sighs and says, "You know you can't do that to me. Particularly when we're standing like this. Dinner will get cold." "And that is the beauty of a microwave."

And if they only make it to the couch after that… well, Nixie's fine with taking the blame for that as well.

When Stiles steps into Malia's yearbook picture for the third time, Nixie comes up behind Sydney. Putting an arm around her shoulders, Nixie says, "Give me five seconds, then snap the picture when I give the signal." Blinking, Sydney asks, "What signal?" "Oh, you'll know it when you see it. Trust me."

Coming up behind Stiles, Nixie snags the back of his shirt before he can interrupt Malia's photo, yet again. And when Malia glances over to see what stopped him, Nixie then reaches up and gives Stiles a light smack on the head. Nothing compared to what she sometimes does to him… but he flails nonetheless and shouts, "Ow!"

Malia can't help laughing, and Sydney smiles before snapping the shot of the easy smile on her face. It was the best picture Malia had taken yet. Nodding in approval, Sydney says, "That works. Thanks Nixie." Nixie bows, and then smiles when Malia puts an arm around her shoulders and says, "You're the best." "Well, I do try."

Then Malia points to Stiles and says, "And you're lucky she showed up. You almost ruined my year book photo." "What? Why would I want to ruin your year book photo?" "Uh, maybe because you haven't signed up for your own yet?" "Yes, I did."

But as he unfolds the sheet of paper and shows it to her proudly, Malia throws her hands out and says, "It's blank." Taking it back, Stiles looks at it in confusion, "Uh…"

Nixie is about to comment, but then Scott adds, "Or, maybe you're sublimating the stress of graduating by avoiding key milestones." Everyone turns to look at him, but they all break down laughing when Nixie says, "I told you to skim the psychology book I gave you. Not memorize it." Chuckling even as he speaks to her, Scott says, "I didn't memorize it." "Well, then what did you do exactly? Because you sound like you just swallowed a dictionary."

They all laugh again, even Stiles. Then he says, "Oh, by the way. Deputies searched the car. No slugs and no exit hole. And the address that Alex gave my dad? It's an abandoned house." When everyone doesn't immediately jump at this, Stiles exclaims, "Come on! Missing parents?! Suspicious guy on horseback?! Magic bullet?! Who's coming with?"

Malia points to Nixie and says, "I have to study for a math quiz." And when Stiles look at Nixie desperately, she says, "I promised Malia I would help her study." Lydia makes a tsk sound behind her lips and says, "Yeah… not interested. Not today." And when Stiles looks to Scott, he says, "I cannot miss anymore classes. I missed thirty-eight last semester. The fact that Nixie helped me catch up on all the missed work, and that Lydia's mom made a case for me… are the only two reasons I'm still in school."

Stiles seems so completely stunned by all of them that Nixie actually puts a tentative hand on his shoulder before saying, "We can go after school, Stiles. The house will still be there." Stiles huffs and says, "You know what? Forget it. I'll take Liam."

Nixie scoffs, "Yeah, okay. Good luck with that." And when Stiles throws her a confused look, she gestures towards where Liam and Hayden are sitting on a bench in the distance, faces locked together in a heated make-out session. Sighing, Stiles says, "Yeah, I'm not taking Liam." "Nope."

Nixie then turns when she feels a light tap on her shoulder. Sydney smiles a bit shyly, and then asks, "Can I get a candid?"

It wasn't lost on the others that the rest of the yearbook line was kind of in awe of the fact that Sydney felt brave enough to tap Nixie on the shoulder… much less ask to get a picture. Nixie had dreaded needing to take her own yearbook photo. She wasn't big on photos at all really.

But Sydney was a sweet girl, and Nixie had no qualms with her. Furthermore, Nixie wasn't against all forms of photography. Just the ones where she was supposed to be in pictures by herself. But groups pictures… those she enjoyed.

So even as Stiles says, "Uh, no…" Nixie pushes him towards Scott and says, "Certainly. And don't mind him. He's just a bit cranky today." "Hey!" Scott laughs as Stiles makes a face at Nixie. Lydia tugs Nixie to sit between her and Stiles. Malia sits behind Lydia, and Scott remains on Stiles' other side. Stiles gives Nixie a look, but then points to both Scott and Nixie and says, "Okay. If you guys can explain to me why this is blue, I'll let it go." He pulls out the shard of glass from the windshield that he'd pulled out the other day. And yes… it's tinted an odd shade of blue.

Nixie and Scott both tilt their heads at it, but then look back up when Sydney says, "Everyone smile!" Stiles lets Scott keep the shard, and then says to Nixie, "I'm telling you. Something weird is going on." Nixie nods, and wraps an arm around his shoulders. Squeezing gently, she says, "We'll work on it, Stiles. I promise. After school. Now, smile for the camera."

And she can't help laughing at the ridiculously happy face he puts on for her.

As Stiles and Scott hop out of the jeep, they both turn back to see Nixie pulling up behind them. And if it were anyone else, that wouldn't seem so strange. But… it was Nixie. She was never in the back. Stiles raises an eyebrow, "What happened? Did someone actually attempt to pull you over?" Nixie gives him a look, "No. But since neither of you noticed, Lydia had a small 'banshee-episode' at the end of the class."

Scott turns to her and asks, "Is she alright?" "Yeah, she's fine. She's not sure what to make of it though. She says she just heard static on the TV, and then the sound of rain and thunder, like a storm was coming. And then, in her vision, a bolt of lightning came down and hit her. Then she woke up."

Stiles stares at her openly for a moment, and then asks sincerely, "Is she alright? If we need to go back, we can…" Nixie smiles gently, but says, "She's fine, Stiles. Actually insisted that I still come here with you guys. She'll work on figuring out what she's seen. We'll work on figuring this out. So… how are we getting in?"

Scott grins and says, "I'm pretty sure the front door is open. But what did you have in mind?" "Oh, a series of possibilities came to mind, my dear alpha. Through a window, picking the lock, yanking the door off with supernatural strength… really, the possibilities here are never ending. Would you like me to continue?" Before Scott can comment, Stiles says, "No! Guys, come on. Let's just head on up to the creepy, abandoned house; so we can break in and figure out why Alex thinks he lives here, when it's abandoned."

And as he starts up the steps, Scott laughs when Nixie says, "It should probably worry me that I find nothing wrong with that statement. Then again… considering everything else we've done before… I guess this would seem small in comparison." Scott wraps an arm around her shoulders and says, "I am so glad you're here." "As you should be. I'm a delight to have around."

Nixie's not gonna lie though… she gets a rather unsavory vibe when they walk inside. Dust covers everything, furniture is gone. The place looks like it hasn't been lived in for years.

But Nixie can't shake it. The place didn't feel like the shack she'd gone to in the woods. It didn't feel like an abandoned home that desperately needed love and care. No… it felt like a home that knew love and care… and had just suddenly lost it.

She has no idea why she feels that way, but she tells the boys as much and they both look at each other before looking around some more. Scott then looks over at them and asks, "Want to split up?" Nixie shrugs, but then smiles when Stiles says, "Uh, absolutely not." Scott grins too, and then they slowly start making their way up the stairs.

As they pass by a couple of empty rooms, Scott comments, "Maybe Alex got the address wrong?" Stiles sighs and adds, "Or he lied." They both pause though when Nixie says, "Not likely."

She bumps into Stiles' back, and then looks up to find them both looking at her. Raising an eyebrow, she asks, "What?" Scott shrugs, "Why don't you think he's lying? Some new sense? Are you actually a full on lie-detector now?" Nixie makes a face and says, "Ha, ha. Very funny."

Then she sighs and says, "Alex is alone, and he's scared. More than that though… his parents were taken. And I saw that kid's face. He's more worried about them, about what might be happening to them, than anything else right now. And he's a smart kid. He knows the best way to find them fast, is to just tell the truth."

Shining her light into another room, she adds, "Noah could ask him if he'd ever illegally had a beer, and if it meant finding his parents faster, Alex would tell him yes, if that was the truth. So no… the kid's not lying. He might've gotten it wrong. But not on purpose."

As they reach the last door at the end of the hall, Scott and Stiles both look at each other. Stiles then apprehensively reaches for this closed door, his hand inching its way towards the knob. He pauses before it, wondering if this is still a good idea.

Then he jumps and moves aside when Nixie says, "Oh, for Pete's sake." And then she moves past him and turns the knob and shoves it open. And she would've commented on how quickly she'd done it, compared to Stiles, but…

The room isn't empty. It's the only room in this place that doesn't look abandoned. More than that… it looks lived in. Stepping inside, Nixie frowns in confusion. Stiles hurries in after her and says, "You were right. He definitely didn't lie." Nixie nods, "And he didn't get it wrong, either."

Scott comes in behind them and asks, "Why didn't the cops say anything about this?" Stiles ponders that for a moment, and then sighs, "They don't know it's here. They can't come here without a warrant, and there's no record of an owner to serve a warrant to. So… unless there's some kind of threat or imminent danger, they wouldn't come in." Scott nods, and then grins when Nixie adds, "Unlike us, who fully believe in helping ourselves to abandoned houses and crime scenes whenever we feel like it."

She's looking at some of the pictures on Alex's wall, when both she and Scott jerk around at the sound of a rattling from downstairs. Stiles looks to both of them and asks, "What?" Scott asks Nixie, "You hear it too?" "Yep." Nodding, Scott says, "Stay with Stiles. I'll check it out." Nixie doesn't argue, but she does say, "You holler if you need help. And so help me, if you die while you're downstairs, I will hurt you." "Love you too, Nix."

After he's gone, Stiles and Nixie go back to exploring the room. Stiles is looking through some things on Alex's desk, when he notices Nixie taking a rather keen interest in the pictures on the wall beside the closet. Coming up to her, he asks, "What do you see?"

Nixie simply answers, "Alex." Stiles nods, "Yeah, well… it is his room. Makes…" "No Stiles. I mean… all I see is Alex." She points to each of the pictures… all of them with only one person inside. Shaking her head, Nixie says, "They aren't selfies either. You take a selfie, or even if someone else is just taking a picture of you… they make you the center of the picture. You're the focal point. But these… Alex isn't center. He's off to the side, sometimes even straining to be in the picture at all."

Pulling one down, tilting her head at it, Nixie adds, "Like he's making room for somebody else. Somebody we can't see. Something… something's missing here, Stiles." Stiles nods, and then says in realization, "His parents." Nixie looks up at him, and then asks, "How?" "I don't know. But… somehow… somehow they've been…"

But he pauses, tilting his own head as he hears a sound. Nixie tunes her already heightened ears in more, trying to pick up on what she'd somehow missed. But, aside from Scott walking around downstairs, something Stiles definitely wouldn't hear… Nixie doesn't pick up anything. Back to Stiles, Nixie asks, "What is it?" "You don't hear that?"

Nixie strains to hear something that would also be within Stiles' limited range of sound… but she doesn't hear anything. Shaking her head, she asks, "Why? What do you hear?" "Wind… rustling… low-howling type of wind." Nixie tries again, but still comes up empty. Stiles then points and says, "It's coming from under the bed."

As he bends down so he can look under it, Nixie lowers down on the other side to get a good look. And when she draws up the blankets to look across at Stiles… she sees nothing.

But judging from Stiles' wide and terrified eyes, he most definitely isn't seeing just her. Snapping back up to look at him over top of the bed when he moves, she asks, "What?" "We need to get out of here." Blinking in her confusion, Nixie stands while asking, "Stiles? What is going on?" "You didn't see that?!" "Obviously, I can't see whatever the hell it is you're seeing! So what did you see?!" "Horse hooves!"

Nixie leans back and asks, "Horse hooves? But there's nothing…" "Nixie, just come on! We have to get out of this room!" He all but drags her out behind him, which he knows wouldn't actually be possible if she weren't willing to follow. Nixie had always been stronger than him… could've stopped him if she'd wished.

But he was clearly frightened of what he just saw. And he was equally frightened by the fact that he was apparently the only one who saw it. As he slams the door shut to Alex's room, Nixie runs a hand up his back and says, "Just breathe Stiles. It's okay. Everything is going to be…" But then Stiles tenses up again. Closing his eyes, he says desperately, "Please tell me you hear that."

But Nixie can't hear it. She assumes it's the same rustling, low-howling wind that Stiles mentioned before. But she can't hear it.

She does feel a very real chill rush up her spin this time though. And even though when she and Stiles turn, and she still doesn't see anything… this time Nixie gets this feeling that there is most certainly something there. A feeling she can't ignore or dismiss. Even if to her normal eyes, there was nothing to be seen.

As that thought occurred to her, she switched over to using what Deaton had called her Dragon's Eye. The sixth sense that she'd always had, even before she knew she was a dragon, was really only a small portion of what she could actually see. Sensing if a person was good or bad, friend or foe… that was easy for Nixie. Seeing more than that… seeing the aura of the person and all the things that made up the good and the bad… that was something she could see in full when she used the dragon's eye.

Eyes coating over in blue, she gapes at what she finds. She still can't see the person, the actual individual that's standing at the end of the hall. But she can see the aura that swirls around him. Dark and… almost void. As though he had no other emotions, and no other purpose, then to be where he was and fulfill the task of erasing Alex and his family. There was nothing else about him to give Nixie any indication about what he was.

Well, aside from the darkness surrounding whoever it was. Whether the thing had any other purpose in life or not, his current intent was of a dark nature, and Nixie didn't like it one bit.

Stiles glances over at her sapphire eyes and asks, "You see him? Do you see…" "I… I see what's around him. I can't see him. I… it doesn't make any sense. How can I…" But she drops that question when she feels Stiles' fear skyrocket. "Stiles, what's happening? Talk to me." "He's got a gun."

He actually tries to step in front of Nixie. Yeah… like he actually thought that was going to happen. Nixie still can't see the man himself, and can only see the aura around him. But as soon as the bullet fires, though Nixie can't hear a sound of that either… she sees that same dark aura surrounding the projectile that is suddenly headed straight for Stiles.

Which is when Stiles suddenly finds himself snagged by the back of his shirt, and hauled back behind Nixie. She pushes him down as the bullets keep coming, and even though she can't see any real bullets coming towards them, she hurriedly peels off her shirt and jacket so she can pull out her wings.

Stiles blinks up in surprise at the sudden darkness that engulfs him. Nixie's wings trap him in a protective barrier, not even an ounce of light spilling through. He can feel her hands on him as she asks, "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Son of a bitch, I don't care if I can't actually see him. I'll kill him."

Stiles finds himself able to smile a bit again, and then he says, "I'm fine. But… did you see the gun? The…" "No. I saw the bullet after he fired. Or… well, I didn't actually see the bullet itself either. I saw the aura around the bullet. And I knew I didn't like where it was trying to go." Stiles nods, and then asks, "Are you hit?" "No. At least… I don't think so."

When she pulls back to stand up, that's when Scott, Mason, and Liam all come racing up the stairs. And upon seeing Stiles still on the ground, Scott asks anxiously, "What? What happened?!" Stiles takes Nixie's hand so she can help him up, and then says, "He was here. He shot at us." And then Nixie holds up a finger and says, "No. He shot at you." "Nixie, you couldn't even see him." "I saw where the bullet was though! And it was aiming at your head! He shot at you! And I'm going to kill him!"

Stiles can't help grinning a little at her, and then he turns to look at the doorway. But… where he'd been certain were bullet holes at one point… there is nothing but the door they'd gone through previously. No evidence of being shot at… except his and Nixie's own account of it happening.

Back to Scott, he says, "It was one of the guys you saw in Alex's memories." Mason hurries past Liam and asks, "The guy who took his parents?" Stiles shakes his head frantically, "No, no, no… they weren't just taken. They were…" Nixie looks up at Scott and says, "They were made to disappear. That's why they don't appear in any of Alex's photos." Stiles points to her in agreement and adds, "And that's why there's no furniture. It's like Nixie said after you left. They were erased."

And Nixie feels a sinking feeling enter her stomach when she turns back towards Alex's room. The one room in this house that still seemed to be lived in. Reaching for the knob again, hesitant about what she might find this time, she opens the door up again.

And where they are all certain a room filled with things belonging to a young boy had been… there was nothing but another empty room. They all stare into it for a moment, and then Stiles can't help but ask, "Okay, you two definitely saw all the other stuff that was in here before? Right?" Nixie nods numbly for a moment, and then says, "His parents were erased." And Scott adds, "And Alex is next."

And all Nixie can think to say after that is, "Shit."

Lydia had almost said no to joining Stiles at the school tonight. But when she heard Nixie's voice over the phone as well, she got dressed and said, "Stiles, next time you want me to come immediately, and without argument, just get Nixie to call me first." "But…" "Nope. Just get Nixie."

After digging around in the library for hours, they come out not understanding much more than they did before. Or… okay, they don't understand anything more than they did before. Which is disheartening, most definitely. But Stiles is still flipping through one of the books he'd borrowed determinedly.

Sighing, he says, "I just keep feeling like it's familiar… you know? Like I've heard it before." Nixie nods, and then can't help grinning when Lydia says, "Pensée civage? That's French. 'A lingering thought you can't reach.'" Nixie pats her on the shoulder and says, "Color me impressed. Though I suppose, seeing as how you also speak and read Archaic Latin… I shouldn't be so easily impressed." Lydia grins over at her, but then both turn back to Stiles.

On any other day, he'd look at her like he were impressed and pleased too. He'd always loved how intelligent Lydia was. But not today. Today, he just keeps determinedly flipping through his book while asking, "Okay, well, is there a French word for, 'feeling an overwhelming sense of urgency and impending doom?'" Nixie turns to Lydia, seeing if she has an answer. To which Lydia shrugs and says, "Féminine un fille phantom." Nixie raises an eyebrow, and then struggles to not laugh when Lydia explains, "French for 'banshee'." "And now I am most definitely impressed."

Stiles looks up from his book to glance between the two of them. Impatiently now, he says, "Okay. So what does your banshee intuition say this is? Tell me that, and I'll be impressed." Lydia gives him a look, but then says, "I know this is important Stiles, but we've been at this for hours. You don't have to figure all of it out right this second."

Stiles leans back in surprise, and then says, "But this kid… this kid's got no one. You know? And… I mean… there's a reason why. There has to be." Nixie nods gently, and then moves to his side so she can wrap an arm around him. Smiling up at him, she says, "We'll figure it out Stiles. We always do. But Lydia's right. We've been at this for hours. Try resting your eyes for just a few minutes, alright? We'll pick it back up at your house."

He finally nods in agreement, snapping his book shut before rubbing at his eyes. And he would've gone on to his jeep to head home; except Nixie tightened her grip on him so he held still.

Lydia, after hearing the book slam shut, had gotten that look in her eyes. The one that said her mind was suddenly traveling somewhere else that the rest of them couldn't follow. Nixie and Stiles waited patiently for her to come back to them, and when she did, she said softly, "Give this man a ride, sweet family will die. Killer on the road."

Stiles blinks in confusion, but Nixie snaps her fingers and says, "Oh, I know that one. It's a song, isn't it? Um… oh come on Stiles. What's the name? It's…" Stiles thinks about it for a second, and then says, "Riders on the Storm?" "Yes, that's it!" Lydia looks up at them and asks, "What?" Stiles points to her and says, "That's the song you were just singing. Riders on the Storm."

Lydia's eyes clear of their confusion as she says, "That's it." Stiles throws up his hands and asks, "What's it?" Nixie nudges him and says, "Give her a second, will you? She just got back from traveling amongst the voices of the dead. Geez." Lydia rolls her eyes while grinning at Nixie, and then says, "The ghost riders. The wild hunt. That's the answer to all this. They come by storm, riding horses. And they take people."

Stiles stands there for a second, frozen and in surprise. Then he grins and says, "Lydia, you're so smart, I could kiss you right now!" Lydia blushes a little, and even though she knows he's not with Malia anymore, she says, "Do not kiss me." Nixie raises an eyebrow at her… but then grins when Stiles says, "Not gonna, no."

But he moves around jerkily for a moment, and then swoops in and plants a kiss on Lydia's cheek. And as he runs away, back towards the school, he shouts, "Did it anyway!"

Lydia turns to watch after him, her fingers coming up to gently touch her cheek. Then she whips back around when she hears Nixie laughing quietly behind her. Pointing sternly to Nixie, Lydia says, "Oh, quiet you." "I didn't say anything!"

Moving forward, wrapping an arm around Lydia, Nixie says, "That was brilliant though, just FYI. Why did it all sound familiar though? I agree with Stiles… it feels like something we've heard before." Lydia nods, and then says, "Um… well…"

When Nixie raises an eyebrow, clearly waiting for an answer, Lydia sighs and says, "It's where I first learned what Jordan was. I was reading a book that was talking about the wild hunt. And hellhounds… I mean, they're somehow connected to it." Frowning, Nixie asks, "You mean… like Jordan's taking people? Like he doesn't have control again? Because he would've most definitely told me about that." "No, no, nothing like that. He… the book wasn't very clear on the hellhound's part in it. I just remember it talking about the hellhounds running with the ghost riders at some point. But hey! Not all of the lore we read is true. Maybe it was a mistake or something."

Nixie sighs and says, "Doubtful. It was the one book that finally led you to what Jordan is. Most likely, it was accurate."

They stay standing there for another minute or so, and then Nixie sighs again before asking, "Now what?" Lydia shrugs, but then says, "I'm going back to the history classroom. Maybe I can figure out more about what happened to me in there after school." Nodding, Nixie adds, "I'll go with. And just FYI, I'm keeping my dragon eye out for a while." "Why?" "Because apparently that's the only way I can see these damn things."

So Lydia watches as Nixie's eyes coat over in a deep blue, and then they head to the classroom. And because Nixie is rather paranoid about these guys showing up, she also texts Malia to get back to the school as quick as possible.

Stiles texts her about going to check on Alex at the station, just as Malia is walking in. Holding up her phone, she says, "I got your text. You said you needed my help?" And as she walks around and sees Nixie's blue eyes and Lydia's vacant expression, Malia groans, "Oh God. That kind of help." Nixie gives her a look while Lydia says plainly, "Something terrible is going to happen." And Nixie adds, "And we need to stop it."

Leaning against a desk on Lydia's left, leaving Nixie standing to Lydia's right, Malia then asks, "Okay… what is it?" Nixie raises an eyebrow and says, "If we had that information already, why would we have called you here? We would've come to you."

Malia gives her a look, and then turns back to Lydia and asks, "When did you first have the premonition?" Nixie's phone goes off, so she steps back away from them so they can still work. Answering, she asks, "Yeah, Stiles?" "Nixie, Alex is gone. Scott and I are back at the school. There's a dead body there, and we think the ghost riders are coming back for Liam and Hayden, because they were on the road too? Where are you?" "With Lydia and Malia in one of the classrooms. Lydia's trying to work out the latest premonitions she's been having." "Okay, great! Stay with her! Let me know if you guys figure anything out!" "Yeah, you too Stiles. Keep me posted." "You got it, Nix."

After hanging up, Nixie turns around towards the girls when she hears Malia read aloud, "'Those who see the wild hunt beware, for you are already lost.'" Nixie stares at them for a moment, and then comes back up to see the passage that Malia was reading from the book.

Lydia is about to comment on it… wondering what that particular phrase has to do with the horrible thing she thinks is about to happen. But then she turns to look when Nixie says, "Stiles." Lydia tilts her head and asks, "What about him?" "He… saw them. He saw them when I couldn't. He saw the horse in Alex's room… and… and he saw the ghost rider at the top of the stairs in the house. He…"

Lifting her eyes to Lydia, Nixie says in terror, "Stiles saw the wild hunt." Lydia scrambles up from her seat and asks, "Where is he? We need to…" But then they both freeze when Malia looks at both of them like they're going crazy, and asks, "Who is Stiles?"

Nixie feels like she just got sucker-punched; the wind temporarily knocked out of her. Lydia stares at Malia in horror, and then turns and hurriedly runs to grab Nixie. "Come on. We have to find him! Now!" Nixie nods, and they both sprint from the room, leaving a very confused Malia behind.

Stiles doesn't know what to do anymore. Hayden, Liam, and Mason didn't know who he was. Scott didn't know who he was over the phone. And… And his own dad, Noah Stilinski, didn't know who he was. Everyone was forgetting who Stiles was. And he didn't know what to do. He didn't know who he could try to convince that he was real, or who to call, or…

He's honestly terrified to try calling Nixie. If Scott didn't remember him… But he has to try. His hands are shaking, almost beyond his control, as he presses her number to start dialing.

Same as always, there's barely even a second ring before she picks up. But that wasn't the part that filled Stiles with relief. No… the thing that had him nearly sinking to his knees in the middle of the empty hall, was Nixie's immediate response of, "Stiles! Where the hell are you?!"

"Nixie. Oh my God. You remember me." "Yes, I remember you! And I can't find you! Where the hell…" "I'm near the back of the school. Where we were earlier. I'm heading for my jeep. Can you…" "On my way. Hurry, Stiles!"

As he barges out the double doors, he first hears Lydia shout, "Stiles!" "Lydia? You remember me too? Oh, thank God!" Lydia nods, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him tightly, "I know you! But… I think everyone else is forgetting. Everyone except me and Nixie." Stiles' breathing is labored as he tries to think through this. Then he notes that someone is missing, and he asks, "Where's Nixie? She…" But before he can finish, he hears the same rustling and low-howling wind as before. The sound that only he could hear.

The sound that meant the wild hunt was here.

As one of the riders appears around the next corner, Stiles points and asks, "Lydia? Do you see him?" Lydia turns sharply, but then shakes her head while asking, "See what?" "The guy on the horse." Lydia freezes in terror, and then says, "Stiles… if you can see them, they're gonna…" "No, I know. I know. Okay? They're coming for me. So you have to get away from me right now. Okay?" "Stiles, I'm one of the only ones who remembers you! I'm not leaving you here!"

He stares at her hard for a second more, and then sighs, though his eyes seem grateful for her stubbornness. Taking her hand, he says, "Alright. Come on. Come on! This way!"

They turn and try to race away from the rider… but they only succeed in running into another one. Stiles draws them up short, though Lydia still can't see anything. Turning back in another direction, Stiles tries drawing her another way… but another ghost rider waits for them there as well. Lydia shouts, "Where are they?" And as Stiles glances around, he says, "They're everywhere."

The one closest to them starts reaching out, as though to grab him. Stiles shoves Lydia aside and says, "Get away. They're…" But Lydia grabs hold of him tightly and then screams, "NIXIE! NOW!"

She dives down from the sky like a high-powered missile fired from a fighter jet. Her impact with the ground as she lands actually cracks through the pavement. Stiles watches as the surprised horses reel back in a moment of fear as ice coats the ground all around them, a chill suddenly entering the air that makes everyone see their breath.

The roar that leaves her lips is deafening, her body fully transformed to show that they will not take her boy without a fight. Even if she can't truly see them. Their exact forms were a mystery to her, but with her dragon's eye, she could make out that there are at least three figures she's trying to defeat at this moment.

Stiles then finds himself shoved hard towards Nixie. Lydia pushes him away from her with all her might, into Nixie's grasp. Nixie looks to her and asks, "You still can't see them?" "No." "Good. I'll come back for you." Holding onto Stiles tight, she snaps her wings back open, preparing to take off into the sky as fast as she can.

Stiles' scream of, "Nixie, look out!" is too late. One of the ghost riders, the one carrying the whip, had unfurled it and reeled it back, bringing it back around in a wide arch so that it snapped in the air before coming down and cracking against Nixie's right wing.

The sound it made upon contact was like that of a thousand pieces of glass shattering and all of the pieces falling to hit the ground. Nixie had only risen a couple of feet, but came crashing back down as soon as her wing was hit.

The force that hit her didn't feel like a whip. It didn't feel like a bullet, or a claw, or an electric baton. It didn't feel like anything she'd ever felt before. It was a hundred times worse than anything she'd experienced. It was even worse than the scar Peter had given her… the first scar she'd ever received. And since that one was still considered one of her worst, aside from the one she took away from Scott… that was saying something.

Stiles rolled over off of his back and stared at Nixie in shock and horror when she let out a pained wail. And while she struggled to get back up, he could see the back of her wing, where the whip had made contact. And several of her scales had actually been knocked away. They were scattered on the ground, and in the place beneath them on Nixie's wing, was a tender piece of flesh.

Stiles lifted his eyes to the rider, watching as he reeled his whip back again, preparing for a second blow. Scrambling towards Nixie, Stiles shouts, "Nixie, put them away! Your wings! Put them away!" "Stiles, I have to…" "NIXIE! DO IT NOW!"

It hurts a bit, but she obeys him, and Stiles feels a little relief when the rider holding the whip lowers his readied hand. So long as Nixie didn't pull her wings out again, the rider wouldn't hurt her. Grabbing onto her arm and helping her up, he says, "Alright. Come on! Lydia, come on!" Lydia follows at a sprint behind Nixie and Stiles as they head for the jeep. Stiles jerks open his door while saying, "Lydia! Don't try to scream! They'll take you too! Just don't look at them! Get in! Get in!"

He all but shoves Nixie into the back seat while Lydia dives into the passenger seat beside him. Yanking out his keys, fumbling with them while trying to stop his hands from shaking so he can start the car, he then glances up to see all of the ghost riders surrounding his vehicle.

When he pauses, even pulling the key out, Lydia asks, "What are you doing?" Nixie nods in agreement, "Stiles, we need to go!" Shaking his head, suddenly very calm, he says, "There's no time." Turning towards both of them, eyes flitting between them, he says, "Guys… I'm going to be erased. Okay? Just like Alex. And you're going to forget me." Nixie glares and says, "Like hell." Lydia nods in agreement while saying, "I won't. No, I won't. We won't, Stiles."

Stiles looks at them both sadly and says, "Lydia… Nixie… you will." Nixie leans forward and says, "Stiles, I swear to God, I…" "Nixie…"

It was his tone of voice… like that of a father trying to teach a child an important lesson, that made Nixie go silent and stare at him with fear and sadness in her eyes. Smiling gently, even as a tear slips down his cheek, he reaches out to gently cup her face in one hand. Nodding, he says, "You will, Nixie. And it's okay. It's not your fault." Then to both of them, he says, "But you both have to try, okay? Just… try to find some way to remember me. Okay?"

To Lydia, he says, "Remember how you were the first girl I ever danced with? Or how I had a crush on you freshman year? Sophomore year? Junior year?" Lydia can't help laughing slightly, even as tears stream down her cheeks. Stiles reaches out to squeeze her hand and says, "Remember how you saved my life?" Nodding, Lydia says sadly, "You saved my life too."

Stiles nods, and then turns back to Nixie. Raising an eyebrow, he asks, "Remember all the times you've had to smack me upside the head?" Nixie really doesn't want to smile or laugh right now. She really doesn't. But Stiles makes it impossible. He grins back, and then says seriously, "Remember how you were the only one who could get past the Nogitsune to find me? Remember how you took my place as Gerard's hostage?" Nixie nods, tears of her own falling down her face. The storm outside that had already been going intensifies, in part because of the riders, and now also because of Nixie's tears.

Pulling her closer, resting his forehead against hers, Stiles says, "Remember when we first met?" She nods again, and then a sob works its way out of her chest when Stiles adds, "Remember that I'm your boy?"

He moves to press a kiss to her forehead, and then does the same to Lydia. Then he kisses Lydia's cheek again, lingering this time against her skin. And when he leans back, he says, "Just remember… Remember I love you."

And before Nixie or Lydia can say anything in return, the door is forced open, and Stiles is ripped away from them.

What follows is… well, confusion. Nixie knows she was feeling an intense sadness for some reason. Not quite as severe as when Alison had died and been taken from them… but something close to that. And as she wipes at her cheek, she knows she was crying at some point.

But for the life of her… she can't remember why.

Lydia, in the seat in front of her, turns around while muttering, "Remember… remember… remember…" And yeah, Nixie would like to remember too. But… remember what, exactly?

And why the hell were they sitting in this jeep that neither of them owned?

Waking up the next morning, Nixie blinks in confusion, because the alarm clock wasn't the thing waking her up. No… no, it was this… this nagging feeling that she'd forgotten to do something. She'd missed something. There was something she was supposed to do, and she hadn't done it yet.

Nixie hates waking up like this. The day hadn't even started and she already felt like she was falling behind. To make matters worse, she doesn't have any clue as to what it is she's forgetting. Just that it might be important. But even after ten minutes of wracking her brain, she can't think of anything she'd forgotten. All her homework was done. She'd made sure Lydia and all her friends got home safe last night after finding out about that body at the school. Everything was, as far as she could tell… perfectly fine.

And to top it off this morning, just as Nixie is about to close her eyes and try and get some more sleep, the alarm clock finally goes off, informing her that she needs to get up. She groans at its insistent buzzing.

Jordan, not really surprised by her reaction to the alarm clock anymore, just chuckles as he reaches past her to hit the snooze. Bracing himself up with his arms on either side of her, he kisses her temple and whispers, "Good morning." And he laughs again when she mumbles, "No. It's a terrible morning." "And why is that?" "Because I'm awake."

Jordan kisses gently from her temple to her cheek, and says, "Well, I think it's a wonderful morning." "Why on earth would you think that?" He nips at the lobe of her ear, and then nibbles down the side of her neck before whispering, "Because I woke up to you laying right next to me." And before Nixie can comment, his lips land on the curve of her neck, working it over thoroughly. And she can feel him grin when all she can manage in response is a panting sigh.

When he's finished, he chuckles when she cups his head and immediately draws him away from her neck so he can kiss her lips. And then he becomes just as lost as she is in the kisses that follow. Her fingers run through his hair earnestly before scaling down his back and clinging to his warm skin. He takes one of his hands and runs it down her side before sliding back up beneath the tank top she had on. Nixie's breath shakes against his as he sinks his fingers firmly into her skin the way she likes.

Finally pulling apart, both breathless, Nixie then grins and says, "Hi." Jordan chuckles and says, "Hey. So… is it a good morning yet?" "Well, that depends." "On what exactly?" "If I say no, do we get to lay here and continue kissing until I change my mind?" "Not exactly." Nixie gives him a confused look, but then his hand at her side slides down until his thumb can rest near her sensitive hip. Trembling, she says breathlessly, "It's still a terrible morning." "Well, we certainly can't have that."

It's another twenty minutes before she gets out of bed, after which she and Jordan still take a short shower together. Then they both get dressed and head their separate ways.

But even Jordan, for all the pleasant distraction he could provide, couldn't completely rid Nixie of the feeling that something, and something rather important at that, had been forgotten.

She meets Lydia at the front doors. Lydia smiles, but then asks with a frown, "Hey… were we supposed to do something this morning?" Frowning back, Nixie asks, "You too?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, ever since I woke up, I've felt like I'm forgetting something." Lydia raises an eyebrow, "Oh really? Ever since you woke up next to your smoking hot fiancé? You've felt like this the whole time?" Nixie blushes, but grins and says, "Well, maybe not the whole time. But most of it. Now, shut up, and help me think about what we both might be forgetting. Because between you and me being the smartest people in the group, one of us most certainly ought to remember."

As they step inside, still pondering and still looking around for ideas, Malia walks up to them and asks, "You guys okay?" Nixie shrugs, her frown deepening as she continually can't bring to mind what she's supposed to remember. Lydia answers, "We just both have this feeling that we were supposed to do something." Scott makes his way up the hall to join them, and then asks, "Do what?"

Nixie looks over at him and says, "Well, my dear alpha, you see… if we could remember that, we wouldn't be standing here, staring off into space, trying so hard to figure it out." Scott grins down at her and says, "Ha, ha." Nixie grins back, and then huffs in frustration before asking, "Seriously, what is it we're supposed to do?" Lydia shrugs and says, "I can't remember."

They all stand there for a moment, trying to figure it out. But when the warning bell rings, Nixie sighs and says, "Okay… everyone just get to class. And Lydia… keep trying, but don't stress about it so much. If it's really that important, one of us will figure it out eventually."

And Nixie is confident that she's right on that point. Because let's be real. If none of them could figure it out by the end of the day, then how important could it really be?

Dun, dun dun! So, that's Chapter 1. Yay! Hope you're enjoying it so far. Chapter 2 will hopefully follow shortly after this, God-willing that the internet doesn't crash on me while I'm working. I'm telling you, it's getting ridiculous around here.

As always, I have tried my best to rid my story of any huge and blasphemous errors. But if you see any that annoy you as much as they would me, please let me know.

For those who wish to know ahead of time, this story will contain a total of eleven chapters. (I know. It's an odd number this time. Feels weird, but that's how it happened.)

And also, please let me know what you think! :)