AN: So, this is my first Teen Wolf story, yay! Actually, I don't have that much to say, just a thing or two. I wanted to apologize if the first chapter seems kinda rushed or anything. For one, I started to write the chapter in the middle of the night around 1am or 2am, the idea of it randomly plopped into my mind and I had to write it down immediately. :D And the other reason is that the first chapter is more of a prologue and I didn't want to go to much into detail. So, that's it. Enjoy the first chapter :) xx

PS: I heard the song "The Way" by Zack Hemsey while writing this. Maybe you can play it while reading as well, I highly recommend it :)

Scott McCall never thought his life would turn out like that. A few years ago he thought the hardest thing he would ever have to manage was getting through High School. He hadn't been popular, he used to have one Asthma Attack after the other and his grades hadn't been the best either. But never in his life, even after the big turn of events as he got bitten and turned into a werewolf; after Kanimas and sacrifices and Banshees; after his life had become an absolute nightmare of supernatural creatures including himself becoming one of those, never had he thought the hardest thing he ever had to do would be carrying the lifeless body of his best friend in his arms. But that was his reality now. The big wound on Stiles stomach soaked them both in warm thick blood.

"Stiles, please! Stay with me, okay? Stiles? Stiles!"

He screamed at his best friend, his brother, his anchor. But deep down he already knew it was too late. He couldn't hear his heartbeat anymore, couldn't feel Stiles breath on his arm. But these were things he ignored. Stiles Stilinski never gave up, so the last thing Scott could do was keeping it together and staying strong, because he knew Stiles would do the same right now. If he wouldn't be dead already.

When Scott ran out of the building, it felt like everything was set to slow motion. Lydia running next to him, red hair flying around her head, eyes big out of fear starring ahead of them where the Sheriff turned slowly around. His eyes widened at the sight of his son's motionless body getting carried by Scott, one arm hanging loosely at his side and swinging back and forth with every step Scott took forward. The Sheriff's look on his face brought Scott to tears all over again and his sight got blurry. He carried the most important person to the Sheriff in his arms and he knew he was dead. He couldn't tell the older man though, he hoped of some kind of a miracle that brought Stiles back before he had to tell his father that he just lost the last person that was left for him.

The Sheriff came up before him and grabbed Stiles' face in both his hands while crying his son's name. But he wouldn't get a respond. Scott knew. Because he had been spending the whole time screaming his best friend's name as well and had never gotten an answer.

"W-we need to bring him to Deaton." Scott whimpered lowly, while still carrying Stiles in the direction of the cars.

"No, no, we bring him to the hospital."

"Sheriff-"

"No! I don't know what happened, but I'm over this supernatural bullshit!" Stiles' dad screamed. He looked furious and desperate and.. lost. Scott understood. The Sheriff trusted the pack, he even was kind of a part of the pack, but that didn't mean he liked the fact that Beacon Hills was full of supernatural creatures. And when it came to his son he would rather trust the humans.

"It'll take longer to the hospital and Deaton knows what he's doing." The werewolf reasoned.

"For Christ sake, he's a vet, Scott!"

"You know he's more than that. And you know he's able to do more than normal doctors ever could." Scott shot the Sheriff a lingering look, before Lydia opened the car door for him. He climbed in with Stiles still in his arms, resting him on his lap, so he would be able to get him fast out of the car as soon as they got to the Doc. Lydia was immediately by his side, reaching over his chest, so she could stroke the cheek of her dead boyfriend. New tears were welling up in her eyes as she felt Stiles' cold skin under her fingertips. She knew he was dead, too. Because she was a Banshee, a harbinger of death and she had screamed for Stiles so loud, she was sure whole Beacon Hills heard it. The only thing keeping her at bay was Scott. He had to have a plan. Stiles was always the one with a plan, but now it needed to be Scott. He was sure Deaton could help, so Lydia tried her best not lose it, even though she wanted to scream and cry and this time not because she was a Banshee.

Scott could see the rest of his pack running out of the building just as the Sheriff hopped into the car. He gave Scott a look through the mirror and started the engine. The ride to the vet felt longer than any route Scott had driven so far. And that meant something because not long ago he, Stiles, Kira, Lydia and Malia had been driving all the way down to Mexico. Scott blinked away some tears and starred down into Stiles face. It was hard to see his best friend lifeless when he usually was full of energy, full of life and never resting. Stiles was never quiet, he talked a lot, never sat still. Stiles had absolutely no filter for anything. Scott imagined if it was the other way around, if he would be lying in Stiles arms instead, his best friend would probably be drumming his fingers on Scott's body, would be bouncing his legs up and down and would ask his father every three seconds how long they still had to drive. But it wasn't the other way around. Stiles was silent and motionless. And it was all his fault.

Scott wiggled his hands. He tried his best to struggle out of the thick robe that's tightly bound around his wrists. They'd ran right into Theo's trap. They'd wanted to take him down, lock him up until they talked some sense into him. Theo and Scott had never been friends and even though everyone knew Theo had bad intentions, they all lived more or less in peace together. That was until a week ago Theo started to get more and more reckless. He showed openly his powers and wasn't afraid to use them if someone got in his ways. And that was something Scott couldn't tolerate. He maybe wasn't Theo's Alpha, but he sure as well wouldn't accept such behavior that was dangerous for his pack. The Argents weren't hunting them down anymore, but Scott was sure there were more people like them out there. So they'd made up a plan. They didn't want to kill Theo, but everyone agreed that he needed to be stopped. But Theo knew somehow, they played right into his hands. And now Scott, Stiles, Kira, Liam and Lydia were tied up at the ceiling, hands hanging above their heads, toes planted on the floor. The only hope left were the Sheriff, Hayden and Malia who all three were waiting outside the building. Theo had threatened to kill someone, if Scott tried anything to escape, but he hadn't believed him. Because even though Theo once tried to kill Scott, he didn't think he could actually go through with it and kill someone his own age. He was so wrong.

Theo turned his back to the pack. Scott was weakened by the mountain ash, but he fought for all his strength left in him. His face shifted, fangs forming in his mouth, eyes turning red. He looked to the others, everyone giving him encouraging nods. So he took a deep breath and howled into the silent room. The sound echoed from the walls. Malia and Hayden would hear him, even the Sheriff would hear it, even though he wasn't supernatural. Theo's head whipped around with an angry glare on his face. But the glare only lasted for so long. He took the knife, he'd put into his back pockets before, and twirled the blade on his finger.

"That was a really stupid idea, Scott." Theo said while walking slowly toward Scott. He stopped when he stood right before him, noses almost touching. "I did tell you to keep your head down, didn't I? I did tell you THAT I WOULD KILL SOMEONE IF YOU WON'T LISTEN TO ME!" He sounded angry, but he had a big grin on his face now. Theo took the blade and placed it on Scott's throat. "You should have listened to me."

"Please don't hurt him!" Kira squeaked beside Scott.

Theo looked at her and his smirk got even bigger. He traced the knife along Scott's skin while still looking at Kira. "I won't hurt him." His gaze switched to Scott. "Well, not physically anyway." He stepped back, taking the knife with him. His eyes burned holes in Scott's and all he could do was stare right back at him. Before anyone could register what happened, Theo's arm drew back and he threw the knife to his right with force. Theo still looked at Scott, but Scott's head turned to side only to see that the knife stuck to the handle in Stiles stomach. He faintly heard Kira scream at the sight, but he almost didn't hear her. All he could take in was the scene right before him. His best friend with no supernatural powers spluttering blood out of his mouth and down his chin. Stiles looked to Lydia, her face shocked and already soaked in tears, before he turned his head to see Theo walking toward him.

"I'm sorry Stiles, I really am. That was absolutely unnecessary, but actions have consequences." Theo said casually. He grabbed the handle of the knife and turned it in Stiles stomach, slashing it further upwards, causing Stiles to cry out, tears welling in his eyes. "Dying with the knowledge that your best friend killed you.", he continued with a sigh. Stiles opened his mouth for a sarcastic respond, but another wave of blood pooled out of his mouth instead. Theo pulled the knife out of the body and cut the robe between Stiles hands. As soon as he was free, he fell down along the wall, dust whirling around him. Stiles looked up to Scott and tried to focus his sight. He mouthed a silent 'brother', before falling on his side. A loud roar ripped out of Scott's chest, his eyes glistening redder than anyone of them had ever seen. His muscles rippled under his shirt, claws forming on his fingers and with all amount of strength he could muster he ripped the robe on his own hands in two and landed on his feet. With a quick motion of his hand he used his claws to cut through Liam's bonds, who's eyes were glowing golden because of his Alpha's roar. Liam quickly jumped to action and freed the others, while Scott was already punching in on a startled Theo. Kira ran to Stiles' side. His breathing stocked and his eyes rolled back and Kira reached out to him as if she could help him through her touch. She turned her head to Scott to tell him that Stiles had stopped breathing, as another loud scream echoed through the room. Everyone held their hands to their ears, trying desperately to block out the grieving scream of the Banshee.

Malia and Hayden stumbled into the room, ears bleeding from the unexpected scream. They both couldn't believe their eyes as they saw the scene in front of them. Stiles bleeding, lifeless form lying on the floor and Scott jumping off of Theo to run to Stiles, while all the others stood shocked with tears in their eyes around them. Lydia was the first to move as Scott bend down to take his best friend in his arms.

"Take care of him.", was all Scott said to his pack with a nod in the direction of Theo's unconscious body, his voice sounded broken and rough. He took a few steps forward, before he increased his speed and ran out of the room, Lydia following immediately.

The plan was to take Theo down, so everyone would be safe. Well, as safe as one could be in Beacon Hills. And sometimes you couldn't reach your goal without sacrifices. Scott knew that. But this was to much. This wasn't a necessary sacrifice. This was tragedy.

The Sheriff came to a stop and Lydia jumped out of the car even before the Sheriff could pull the key out of the engine. Scott struggled a bit with Stiles in his arms, but the older Stilinski was quickly by his side helping him, while Lydia was already pounding against the door to get Deaton's attention. He opened the door with a worried look on his face, but turned fully professional as soon as he saw Scott carrying Stiles body. They all went inside and Scott laid Stiles down on the table, taking a step back to make room for Deaton, but he chose to hold Stiles' hand though.

"What happened?" Deaton asked while pulling Stiles' shirt up, his slashed wound full on display. The Sheriff's hands began to shake at the sight and Lydia took them in her's. She needed just as much comfort as the father. They both stood near Stiles as well, non of them able to leave his body.

"Theo he.. he threw a knife at him with enough force it got stuck in Stiles' stomach. He turned it and twisted it. Stiles threw up blood. I- I don't know everything happened so fast." Scott stumbled over his words, but the room was so silent, everyone could hear him clearly.

Deaton placed a hand on Stiles' cheek and turned his head, so he could reach his neck better. He placed two fingers on his pulse point and even the Sheriff knew he wouldn't feel anything. But that didn't made it easier when Deaton looked at him and shook his head. He placed his hands over Stiles' eyes, even though their were already closed.

"I'm sorry, Sheriff, there's nothing I can do. He's already-"

"Don't. Don't say it." The Sheriff pleaded.

"It doesn't make it unreal, just because I don't say it out loud." Deaton said softly.

"There needs to be something you can do, anything!" Scott threw in, his eyes filling with tears again. "He- He's my best friend, he's more than that, he's my brother and I.. he.. I CAN'T ACCEPT THAT!" Scott started to scream even though he knew that wouldn't change a thing. He had an idea now how Lydia felt all the time when she went full Banshee. He just couldn't take the pressure inside his chest anymore, so he screamed.

"I'm sorry. But there's no natural way to save him."

Maybe Lydia and Stiles were the brains in his pack, but Scott wasn't dumb either and he knew Deaton always chose his words wisely. He turned his gaze to the doctor and looked him straight in the eyes.

"No natural way."

"No." Deaton had known Scott would notice his choice of words.

"So there's a supernatural way then?" This time Lydia picked up on it, too. Her voice was rougher than usual and she sniffed silently after her question. Her hands were still tightly wrapped around the ones of her boyfriend's father.

Deaton lowered his head and looked down at the young dead body. He knew how much this boy meant to the three people in the room. Stiles Stilinski; the only son and only family of Sheriff Stilinski, the most loyal and genuine friend of Scott McCall and the protective boyfriend who'd had the biggest heart on earth which was full of love for Lydia Martin. Alan Deaton knew Stiles would have done anything for the people he loved. He would even die for them and now he actually did. Deaton always tried to keep the line between humans and supernatural creatures straight. Stiles' death was tragic, but it was also natural. Even the way he died was natural, a knife could have killed him any time. Supernatural creatures around or not. But he couldn't help but feel a dull ache in his chest by just thinking about denying them his help.

"I may have a way to bring him back but-"

"Do it!" Scott said immediately. Deaton held up a hand and continued. "But it's dangerous." Of course it is, Scott thought. "Tricking the death.. such things have consequences." Scott frowned deeply. Theo had said almost the exact same words when he turned the knife in Stiles' stomach.

"I can't live like that. My son isn't even dead for an hour and I'm already falling apart. We're going to deal with whatever consequences will follow." Lydia nodded to the Sheriff's words and Scott turned his attention with a look full of hope back to Deaton.

"Anything could happen to him. Maybe he won't feel any emotions anymore, maybe he's going to suffer from nightmares just as he did as the Nogitsune possessed him, maybe his whole personality will change. I can't guarantee he's staying unaffected by it. So are you sure you want to do this to him?" Deaton wanted to make absolutely sure that this could end really bad for not just them but Stiles as well. The boy was strong, but Deaton didn't know what exactly was going to happen to him. Lydia and Scott were both looking at the Sheriff. As much both of them loved Stiles, in the end it would be his father's choice. They wanted Stiles back, but not without the permission of the older man. He looked back to the kids, sharing a long and meaningful look, before nodding.

"We will stand together. We're going to help him, we're going to make it. Together."

The Sheriff spoke the final words. Deaton glanced at the man in front of him a last time, before he turned around and went to the cupboards. He searched through a few of them, collection little bottles with herbs and strange colored fluids. Scott asked if he could help with anything but the doctor declined, he said that everything needed to be done the right way and he didn't want to take any risks. Scott agreed with him and only watched instead, just like the other two. The mood wasn't as dark anymore as before, there was hope for Stiles, but Scott tried not to get to excited about it. He and the whole pack hadn't had so much luck lately, there could always went something wrong. He couldn't stop the skip of his heart, as Deaton turned with the mixed cure around, though. Deaton took a syringe and filled it with the liquid. He stepped forward and placed the tip of the needle over Stiles heart. Scott placed a hand on the doctors back as he felt him hesitate and that was all it took for him to pierce the needle through the body and shooting the yellowish liquid inside. He waited a few seconds before taking the syringe back out and placed it on one of the counters.

"Scott, disinfect Stiles' wound, please."

Scott looked over to the doctor, but followed his request. He watched Deaton from the corner of his eyes, while simultaneously concentrating on his task. The Doc was sterilizing his hands, then he put some latex gloves on. Scott made room for him as he came up beside the table with a needle and suture thread in his hands.

"You're getting better and better, Scott." Deaton praised him with a smile. "Would you adjust the light as well?" Scott did as he was told, even though he was confused as hell. Deaton leaned forward and started stitching up the torn skin on Stiles' stomach. Lydia scrunched up her face and averted her gaze. "He's going to heal from the inside out. His organs will be okay by the time he wakes up, but superficially wounds like scratches heal slowly, not to mention a big slash in his stomach." Scott and the Sheriff nodded in sync and watched the doctor work. They were all nervous, neither of them knew what exactly would happen. But what mattered most was that Stiles would be with them again. When Deaton was done he cleaned everything up and put a badge on the wound. Satisfied with his work, he slipped off his gloves and threw them in the trashcan. He sat down in his chair and looked over some papers. He felt the questioning stares of three people on him, so he looked back up and put a genuine smile on his face.

"Now we wait." Deaton explained to them, before going back to his paper work, calm as ever. The three of them stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. The Sheriff was the first one to move. He gave Lydia's hands one last squeeze, before he took the other chair that stood in the corner and placed it next to the table where he was standing before. With a exhaust sigh, he let himself sink on the chair. He gave a quick look over Stiles' badged up stomach, a shiver creeping up his spine at the sight. He rubbed his hands over his face. It felt like he didn't sleep for years, he was so tired and drained.

Lydia smiled sadly down at her lifeless boyfriend and stroked her finger through his messed up hair. She always complained about it when it stuck in all directions, but in truth she loved it when it looked like that. He looked like a rockstar. Her rockstar. She gave him a quick kiss on his forehead, leaving a light red mark on his skin with her lipstick. With a heavy beating heart she made her way to the counters where she hopped on, still facing the table so she wouldn't miss a thing.

Scott stayed put where he was. He didn't feel like sitting, he was way to nervous for that. Again he imagined Stiles being alive and waiting for someone else to wake up from the death. A grin formed on his lips as he thought of Stiles pacing the room up and down until someone would shout at him to finally calm down, then a sarcastic answer would follow, before Stiles would start walking around the room again. They knew each other for so long, since they met at the age of four they had never been apart. Where the one went, went the other as well, as if there were strings attached between them, always pulling them in the same direction.

An hour went by and nothing had happened. Everyone except of Deaton got impatient, but neither of them said anything. Scott got several texts and phone calls and he was sure Lydia got the same amount, they both didn't answer them though. He knew it wasn't fair, but they didn't knew much yet anyway. Scott would write his pack as soon as Stiles woke up. If he wakes up, a voice in Scott's head was nagging. He ignored it.

Stiles suddenly sat up, sucking in deep breaths in way to quick drags. He started to hyperventilate, he couldn't breath, there was no air. Scott and the Sheriff were still by his side and tried to calm him down instantly. The other two came quickly by. Lydia looked frightened, Deaton eyed Stiles suspiciously. Scott took Stiles face in his hands, trying to calm him down somehow, but Stiles shook his head wildly and struggled away from Scott. He slipped off the table and caught himself on the chair the Sheriff was sitting on before, but his legs were too weak and he fell onto the floor. Tears were streaming down his face, as he grabbed at his throat desperately as if he could drag some air in his body that way. With panic in his eyes he looked up at the others. Lydia and Scott were falling down to their knees beside Scott, Deaton took the Sheriff by his arm and prevented him from doing the same. Stiles looked frightened and the doctor reasoned he would feel narrowed if they all were around them.

"Stiles, hey, listen to me. You need to calm down. Breath, okay? Breath with me." Scott talked slowly, trying to appear calm and relaxed even though he had nearly a panic attack himself.

"I. Can't.", was all Stiles managed to say. His voice sounded hoarse and broken.

"Focus on me, Stiles. Look at me and breath with me. In." Scott took a long breath in. "And out." He breathed out again. "Come on, do it, Stiles. In and out." Stiles tried his very best to focus on the brown eyes before him, he starred right into them as he followed the orders. Breathing in and breathing out. In and out. In and out. In and out. "That's it, buddy." Scott said smiling, but as he stopped talking to his best friend, he stopped his breathing as well. "No, don't stop, Stiles. Breathe. In and out. You can do it without me now." Stiles repeat Scott's voice in his head. In and out. He breathed. In and out. He calmed down, his heartbeat slowed down into a normal rhythm, just as his breathing stabilized. Stiles took in his surroundings, confusion showing on his face. The Sheriff crouched down to his knees, too, now that Stiles looked calmer.

"How are you feeling, son?" The older Stilinski asked carefully.

"Where am I?", he asked instead of answering his father's question.

"We're at Deaton's surgery. He took care of you." Scott answered him.

Stiles furrowed his brows and looked back to Scott. A light smile was on his lips as he reached his hand out to pat on his friends shoulder. Scott couldn't believe her was here again. He had been so afraid to lose him. Stiles frown deepened at the friendly touch.

"And who are you?"

AN: I did it! I'm so happy and excited about this story. I literally wrote the chapter within one day and I'm usually never that fast. Let me know what you think, I'm always happy about comments :)