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."

Season 5a obviously ended on a sour note, just like the TV show did when it aired. I don't know about you guys, but when I was watching season 5, it was torture having to wait for Season 5b to finally start airing on TV. (In case you guys didn't already know, I'm big on happy endings, so Season 5a ending the way it did... not easy on me.)

Anyways, here's hoping that I haven't made you guys wait too long to finally get into my version of Season 5b, which obviously includes Nixie. Hope you enjoy. And without further adieu, here's chapter 1. :)

Chapter 1: Episode 5x11

It was the earlier hour of the morning, so early that it still feels like night. The sun can't even be seen as of yet, beginning to peek over the horizon in the east.

That's when Nixie woke up, freezing and in a ball on the floor of the cabin. She knew the cold wasn't from outside or the previous night. She would've been cold anyway. She was a blue dragon. A dragon that could breathe ice just as easily as she could breathe fire. At least, that's what Deaton had told her at one point.

She knew she gave off a cold vibe in certain situations, so when she woke up freezing, Nixie lifted her head from beneath her wings and looked around. She'd turned this cold before, when she'd gotten so offended by Scott when he said that maybe there was still something about Peter Hale that could be saved. It happened when she had heightened emotions and she suspected it might also happen when danger was with or around her.

But she wasn't feeling any strong emotion at the moment, unless weary and exhausted counted, and it never had before. She did feel more alone then she ever had in a while, but she tamed her dragon's weakness by reminding it that she had Stiles. Even if he had, very briefly, confided in Theo about Jordan being the one to take the bodies; Stiles was still on her side. Stiles had never trusted Theo.

That left the possibility that the threat of danger was near her, but when she looked around, she was still alone. Looking around the one floor cabin that was sort of serving as her own private, dragon servicing, headquarters; she saw no one, and smelled no new scent around her. It was just her.

So why was she freezing? She'd just turned eighteen last night. She was a dragon now, or she was supposed to be. A fully realized dragon, whose powers were finally hers to control and command once she discovered what they all were.

But instead, as she rises off the floor and blankets and tries to pull her wings in, she hisses as they hurt as they slide back into her body, disappearing from view. Yeah, that probably shouldn't happen. Her scales are still half showing from the previous day, and she forces them to go back beneath the surface. No pain, but that was something she'd been able to do or a while now.

And she still feels broken. She'd been hoping that turning eighteen would help, at least in part, with the brokenness she still felt inside of her. But that in itself had more to do with the pack then it did her dragon, so she's not as worried about that somehow being her fault. The pack is broken, that's a given at this point. Further than that, her bond with Jordan is… well, diminished.

He and Lydia were close, closer than she'd realized before. Of course, on her board and in her mind, she still thinks this concept is a stupid one. Lydia pushed them together, and from the start wanted Nixie and Jordan to find a way to be together and to work it out, even when she was seventeen and a junior in high school. The thought of Lydia, her best friend, doing anything to come between them… it was absurd.

But there was another side of her, a doubtful side; one that she couldn't shut off for some reason. No matter how many times she stated in her head that it was a stupid concept, the other side wouldn't give in to believing it. She still felt that Lydia and Jordan were too close, that they would be happier together than with her in the way. And she was still reminded of the fact that Jordon was her mate, because she was a dragon. But that in no way, at least not one that she knew about, made it certain that Jordan couldn't leave her. As far as she could tell, Jordan wasn't bound to her. She was bound to him.

Sighing, she says, "It's still stupid." But the brokenness inside of her doesn't diminish in the slightest, so she just sighs and digs through her bags to find a shirt and a new pair of pants to put on. Then she goes to her walls again, and adds the fact that she's freezing for no apparent reason to her list of questions and concerns. Why?

She creates a seventh column next to that, which she marks as answers, but doesn't actually put anything in it yet. She has no answers yet. But she will. She has to. Or everyone she cares about is going to die, and that's not an option. As broken as this pack is… she still loves each and every one of them. She's angry, and hurt. But she is not going to let anyone; not the dread doctors, Theo, or anyone else kill and destroy the people that she's already proven she would die for if she had to.

The wound on her chest, no longer bleeding but still open and gaping, is evidence of that. She was madder at Scott than she was at anyone else, even Jordan and Lydia. But she'd still found him, still taken more than half of his injury away, and still brought him back to life. She'd saved him.

Sighing, she adds the fact that she took his injury from him to the list of secrets she's keeping. Or, not so much that she did it, but the fact that her portion of the wound is there, and she's not planning on showing it to anybody. She adds Scott believing in Theo's side of the Donovan story to the second column, where her friends are listed, and the things they've done to cause her to feel broken. She adds Liam's anger at Scott, his uncontrollable rage, and Malia and Stiles breaking apart, though she also notes that one as not being the most grievous of things.

She stares for a moment, and then sighs and adds Stiles brief confidence in Theo as a break. She didn't want to put anything next to Stiles at all really, but if she was going to solve her problems, she figures she shouldn't leave anything out. She still has him. She knows that. And as long as she knows that, the dragon will at least stay quiet about feeling alone. All this other shit, she can work through eventually.

She skips to the fourth column, adding the stupid fact that she feels like she's already lost Jordan to Lydia. She marks beside it that it's stupid. Then she stares for a moment more, before adding that the reason she's here, the reason she's keeping away from her friends at times, is because she feels she needs to be alone physically. Or she just might hurt someone. Like she'd almost hurt Lydia.

Well, she hadn't hurt Lydia. But she had literally snapped her teeth at Lydia, and that was just as bad in Nixie's opinion. And then she adds to the fourth column something she should've put down earlier. The breaking that's been happening inside her. It's been caused by the breaking apart of the pack. But she hadn't told anyone about it, or the constant and immense pain that it caused to course through her whole body.

Then she moves to her sixth column, her column of questions, and adds to that. Can she trust herself to be near the people she cares about without hurting them?

She pauses, and then with a sigh, she adds another question; one she doesn't really like, but that other part of her is determined to write and ask anyway.

Is it possible to let a mate go so they can be happy without you?

She stares at it for a moment, and then sighs and drops her marker on the floor before heading to her bags again. She grabs a jacket, pulls her hair back in a ponytail, and then grabs her phone and her bag before heading out to her bike.

She's about to crank it up and go find Stiles when he calls her phone. Clicking the green button, she asks, "What's up Stiles?" "My dad. I think he's dying." "Where are you?" "I'm at the hospital." "I'm on my way. Stiles, everything is going to be fine."

She races to the hospital, passing cars on her way down the road at lightning speeds. She hears a few honk at her like she's insane. But her scales are out, and she knows even if she did wreck, she'll be fine.

Then a thought occurs to her, and she makes a detour to get to the station before continuing on her path to the hospital.

"No, he's the sheriff, he's the county sheriff! Okay. He's covered." Nixie walks in as Stiles tries to calm his voice and says, "I mean… he should be covered." Nixie comes up to his side and says confidently, "He is."

Stiles jerks to her and she can tell he's about ready to fall over and collapse and maybe even just cry. He's trying so hard to be strong, but this is his dad. Nixie nods and tosses a wallet to the nurse behind the counter. "I stopped by the station and grabbed that. I'm sure there's something in there about his insurance. Just look until you find it please?" The nurse nods and goes looking while Stiles wraps Nixie in a hug. Quietly, he asks, "Did you run here?"

Nixie smiles a little at that and says, "No. But I'm pretty sure if the police weren't already pre-occupied, I would've been pulled over at least twenty times for extreme negligence of the speed limit." Stiles hugs her tighter in response, not trusting himself to say anything else at the moment.

The nurse finally finds it, and looks to maybe have more questions for Stiles, when Melissa appears around a corner. Nixie sighs in relief herself when she takes the clipboard from the other nurse and says, "I'll take care of it."

Pulling them both aside, Melissa says, "I texted Scott. He's coming as soon as he can." Nixie turns away at Scott's name, frowning at a nearby wall, and Melissa doesn't miss that fact. Nixie had saved his life. Didn't mean she wasn't still pissed.

Back to Stiles though, Melissa says, "I can call Malia."

"No, no, no." Stiles shakes his head, and then turns to Nixie. Grabbing her hand and squeezing, he says, "I already called who I need. Don't call anyone else." Melissa looks over at Nixie, and then just nods and goes back to the clipboard.

"Is there anyone else we need to notify? A next of kin?" Stiles turns back towards the nurse at the entry station, and then says, "No. No, it's just us."

Part of that broken thing inside of Nixie seals itself back. It's incredibly small at this point, but it's there, and there's a rushing feeling of relief as just a little bit of the pain vanishes from her body.

There was no hesitation in Stiles answer. He didn't say himself first and then include her. He included her from the start, like it was obvious, like she was family already. Because that's what she was, and it's what she always would be.

Even if she was still a little pissed at Noah. But that could all wait until the man was awake and back to himself again.

Squeezing Stiles' hand in hers, she gestures to some chairs and says, "Come on. Let's sit down. Melissa will tell us when they're finished." "Okay."

Jordan was in the shower, washing off ash and grime. It had been a long night this time. Three bodies.

He's scrubbing off his torso, when an additional hand slides up his neck in a gentle but claiming manner. He doesn't need to turn around. He knows it's Nixie. He turns anyway, staring at her behind him.

Lydia is here too, but she's outside the shower, looking in through a small portion of the glass that isn't fogged right now. It's just large enough to see her head through.

Back to Nixie, he laces his hand over hers and sighs. She feels cool, an amazing sensation compared to his overheated body. He pulls her closer, and that's when he realizes she's just as naked as he is.

Definitely a clue. The most he'd seen of Nixie naked was her backside when he had to help bandage her from injuries. She was always still wearing a bra though. That was more for his own sanity than anything else.

But even though he already knew that this wasn't really her, he didn't let her go, and she didn't fight him. It wasn't like real life had been at the police station, where he'd tried to grip her hands tighter but she tore herself from his grip. She remained, and looped her arms around his neck.

And then he kissed her, slow and hard, taking his time and enjoying the feel of her in his arms, surrounded by his heat, taking in her cold. He slid his hands down her sides and back, and then found her thighs and lifted her up, holding her against the tile wall of his shower while she wrapped her legs around him.

That's when another hand touched his back. It wasn't sensual, like Nixie's going through his hair. It was matter of fact, as though trying to grab his attention. Jordan didn't want to leave her, but Nixie pulled back herself, and then said, "Help her Jordan. Help my friend." He stares at her, and then turns his head to look at Lydia now standing behind him. And she's covered in dirt and leaves, all of it washing down into the drain of his shower. And the hand she'd touched him with, the hand that was in the air waiting for his attention. That hand was missing a nail on her pointer and middle finger.

Meeting her gaze, he asks Lydia, "What's happening?" Lydia tilts her head and says, "You're a harbinger of death, Jordan. Don't you know?" He looks at her and shakes his head while asking, "Know what?" Lydia's gaze snaps to Nixie, and Jordan turns his head back to her.

Now she has tears streaming down her face, and Jordan nearly drops her for all the blood she's covered in. Wounds and gashes, new and old, cover her body. But there's a new one that stands out the most, one he most definitely hadn't been told about. A gaping wound in the center of her torso that looks deep enough and bad enough to have killed a normal human being.

Shifting his gaze back up to her, he asks, "Nix?" She smiles a little at him, and then says, "Someone's dying Jordan." "Who?" Nixie smiles again, and then says through her tears, "Help her Jordan. Save her." And with a final kiss, she says, "Wake up and save my friend."

And when he snaps awake, he swerves and just barely misses hitting another vehicle head on while driving down the road.

Gasping and looking around him, he leans back in the seat and runs a hand over his face in exasperation. He'd been dreaming. He'd been dreaming while driving. Whatever the hell this was, it needed to stop.

Then he thought of Nixie, all her wounds, and the one that he didn't know about yet. Had that already happened? Was it something that was going to happen? Could he stop it from happening?

He was about to call her, to demand some sort of explanation, or to at least just hear her voice. That's when he remembered Lydia, and Nixie's plea in the dream for him to go after her, to save her friend.

It took a moment longer to change his mind and switch gears. He wanted to find Nixie. He wanted to hold her in his arms and make sure she was alright, and let her know that they were alright, and that he loved her, and that he would prove it to her every day if that's what it took.

But the number he dialed was Clark, and at his statement, she asks, "What are you talking about?" Huffing in annoyance, he says, "I can't say how I know, but Lydia Martin is missing." "Parrish, you're missing. And some people here are really confused by your behavior, me included." Closing his eyes as he realizes he somehow must've broken out of the prison cell, and not in a conventional way, he says, "I know. And I'm going to try to explain it. But I need you to find whoever's available…" "Parrish, no one's available. Do you have any idea what's going on? The high school sign somehow ended up in one of the hallways, the library is completely wrecked, there might be a prehistoric animal running around the streets, and I am starting to seriously think about a transfer."

Jordan couldn't really argue with that last one in her case. To a normal person, none of this made any sense. But to him… well, at least some of this made sense. Sighing, he says, "Okay, listen. I promise I'm gonna explain what I can later. But right now, I've got to find Lydia." "Parrish!" "I have to find her."

This is what Nixie, at least in his dream, had asked of him. So this is what he was going to do. And grabbing a flashlight and his backpack, he raced into the woods.

And when he had to ignite a flare because his flashlight quite working… that's when his alter ego took over, and instead of looking blindly and shouting her name, he dropped the flare and started walking assuredly into the woods.

Eyes glowing, body moving in a straight line that would get him to the banshee, this version of Jordan reminded himself of the reason he was even here in the first place; the reason this human body was out here doing what he should've been doing already.

Because the dragon had asked him too. Because the dragon cared so much about the banshee, that she could be seen by this human in his subconscious dreams. And it wasn't just the banshee that had warned, alerted, and kept Jordan Parrish alive.

It was the dragon.

And with that, his alter ego said aloud, "She will be safe dragon. I promise."

Stiles was asleep in the chair next to her. He'd tried to stay awake, to wait for Melissa to return to tell him how his dad was, but he hadn't been able to. Nixie doesn't guess he got any sleep at all. She at least got a couple of hours, maybe a few. She's not even sure at this point. She doesn't care either. It's not like she was actually expecting to get much sleep anyway, not with the way things have been going lately.

His head was resting on her shoulder, and she was sitting there staring off into the hall before her, not really seeing anything. Her focus, at the moment, is solely on waiting for someone to tell them how Noah is. And if, for some reason, he isn't perfectly fine, she needs to catch Melissa so she can get in to see him.

She'll take his pain, his injury, if it comes to it. Scott's was already a bit much, but she was quite certain she would survive taking whatever Noah needed her to take as well. If it was more an internal thing, it would definitely be something she could handle. All of her internal injuries healed faster than her external.

Sighing, she looks down at her phone to see who's calling as it vibrates in her hand. It's Scott. She's not in the mood to deal with him right now. If worst comes to worst, she'll tell him she was sleeping along with Stiles and didn't hear her phone go off. It's on vibrate after all, so that's a believable story.

It's about twenty more minutes when Melissa walks into the room. Nixie nudges Stiles head that's resting on her shoulder, and he jerks to attention. And upon seeing Melissa, he sits up a little straighter, as though preparing for the worst. But Melissa bends down to join them and says, "He's okay."

Nixie can feel a huge surge of relief rush through her system, can feel tears forming in her eyes. But she also hears clouds rolling towards the hospital on account of that. Nice clouds. It would've been a pleasant and cooling rain. But considering all the rain Beacon Hills has already received on her account, she turns her head away so she can regain her composure and not burst into tears.

Stiles is just staring at Melissa, waiting for more, and she says, "Dr. Geyer is stitching him up right now." Nodding, Stiles starts to stand and says, "Okay, I wanna see him." But Melissa puts a hand on his shoulder and says, "Okay, okay. The anesthesia needs to wear off. It's gonna be at least two hours." Stiles sits again, "Okay, yeah, but everything's… everything's gonna be okay though? I mean, he's okay?" Melissa smiles, "Hmm, he's gonna be just fine."

Nixie watches as Stiles slumps in his seat, almost looking like he's debating what to do with himself for a moment. Then he starts to tear up himself before saying shakily, "Oh, thank God." He runs a hand over his face, and then looks over as Nixie puts her hand on his shoulder. Smiling gently at him, she says, "It's gonna be fine Stiles." He nods back to her, and then she moves to let him hug her.

He grips her as tight as he can, so tight it hurts. It hurts her chest and her fresher wounds. It hurts her aching body that is in a constant state of pain. But she lets him. In fact, she holds him back tighter so he knows it's okay. He cries into the curve of her neck and mutters, "Thank God." He says it over and over again.

Melissa watches them for a while, and then quietly steps out of the room. Nixie sighs against Stiles and says, "He's fine Stiles. He's gonna be fine." He nods against her, and then leans back in his chair again and holds his head in his hands. Shaking, he says, "I… I can't lose him Nixie." "You aren't going to." "I know… but all the time I was sitting here… I was just… and I…" "Hey."

He looks up at her, and Nixie smiles gently and says, "Don't think about that. Your dad is going to be fine. Focus on that." He nods, and then takes her hand in his while he leans back. Sighing, he squeezes and says, "What would I do without you Nix?" "Worry senselessly. And considering you worry enough with sense as it is, that would not bode well for you." He gives a choked laugh, and then sighs and says, "I… I think I might fall asleep again." "That's okay. I'll watch the clock."

Stiles turns to her and says, "Nix, you should sleep too. I mean…" "I've already slept more than you tonight. Plus, I'm not tired yet. If I get tired, I'll go to sleep. Until then, I'll watch the clock." Stiles nods, and then leans back in the seat. And he chuckles when Nixie gives him a tug so he's resting on her shoulder again.

She's waited nearly two hours when someone dials her phone. This time it's Mason, and Nixie glances over to see Stiles still sleeping before she answers it. "Mason?" "Yeah. Nixie?" "What's up?" "Um… can you talk to Liam? He's… he wants to tell Val that Hayden's dead. And he… he looks… well…"

He looks like he just might've killed somebody himself. He came close to it with Scott. Nodding, she says, "Give him the phone." She hears them passing it, and then Liam immediately says, "Someone's got to tell her. And Mason already said it doesn't have to be me, but…" "Liam…" "She needs…" "Liam."

He pauses, and then asks, "Yeah?" "Mason is right. When she finds out, it's going to break her heart. And you being the one to tell her, isn't going to change that. I know you were close to Hayden, but Clark doesn't. She's not going to see you as a confident and friend. She's going to just see you as the person who tells her that her sister is dead. And that's not the kind of image you want her to have of you."

Liam is quiet for a moment, and then he says, "Okay. Nixie… I'm…" "Liam, you need rest. Let Mason take you home, and both of you get some rest. I'll see you around eventually. Alright?" "Okay."

He hands the phone back to Mason, who says, "Thank you so much. I wasn't sure if this was a good thing to call about." "You call me for anything Mason. Anything." "Alright."

She hangs up and sighs. Liam obviously knew Theo couldn't be trusted now as well, which fixed a small piece of the brokenness inside of her again. But she was still far from okay. In fact, she's pretty sure everyone that had even slightly trusted Theo now knew he couldn't be. Even the Sheriff. So that took care of the few pieces inside her that were broken because of that.

It didn't fix the fact that the pack was broken though. Theo might've been the reason for them breaking apart, but he sure as hell wasn't going to be the thing that fixed it.

Still, Nixie doesn't feel quite as tense as she did before, and it almost makes her drowsy. Well, right up until she feels that pang in her gut. The one that means something new and dangerous is starting to happen. She stands up so suddenly that Stiles nearly falls over. Jumping and looking up at her, he asks, "What? You hear something?"

She shakes her head, "No. I feel something." She waits a moment, and then looks down the hall and says, "Come on Stiles. Something's not right." And he follows her down the halls and towards the wing of the hospital that his dad is being kept in.

Meanwhile, Jordan and Scott burst in on the ground floor of the hospital, carrying Lydia who is freezing down to the bone. "Help!" The nurse looks up at him in shock, and Jordan says, "Get someone to help me. Quick!" They roll over a cot on wheels, and Jordan explains, "I've got an eighteen year old female, potentially hypothermic."

Scott is already in the elevator when Jordan looks up. Nodding to each other, he then follows the doctors after Lydia. "Sir, you need to stay here." "I'm a deputy, I need to stick with her." "I understand. But we need to check her out, and you need to wait here for that."

And so Jordan is left on a bench, waiting for someone, anyone, to tell him what to do next. Because right now, in all of this… he's lost.

Back with Noah, Stiles is trying to make sure his dad doesn't die. "What do you mean you don't know? Two hours ago, he was fine. Now it looks like somebody took a baseball bat to his neck." Dr. Dunbar looks to him and says, "There could've been some minor internal…" Stiles lifts his hands and says, "Did you say 'Minor internal'? Since when is anything internal minor?"

Nixie puts a hand on his back and glares at the doctor. Someone had better damn well be able to tell them what is happening. Melissa steps up and says, "Stiles…" "I need to know what's going on with him, okay?" Looking at all of them, he shouts, "Somebody needs to tell me what's happening to him!"

Melissa looks to Nixie hopelessly, and then says to both, "We don't know."

And then Nixie smells it. Not just Scott, but the blood on him too. Looking towards the window, she narrows her eyes and mutters with a growl in her voice, "Scott." Stiles snaps his attention to her, and then looks with her to see Scott in the hall, looking in on Noah.

Scott. He's the reason this was allowed to happen. If he had just listened to her, or either one of them, and stayed away from Theo… maybe some of this could've been prevented. Maybe Noah wouldn't still be dying. Maybe the pack wouldn't be broken. And maybe she wouldn't be in so much pain.

She wants to hurt him. She wants to throw him across the room and through a wall, and then walk away and leave him in a pile of tangled limbs and newly bleeding parts. Not kill him, mind you. Just… just hurt him.

She doesn't get the chance though, and she decides it's better that way. Because while she's contemplating running up to him and punching him with a scale covered fist, possibly dislocating his jaw, Stiles shoves through the door and grabs him first. He throws him against the wall and then slams him into the ground. He pounds higher up on Scott's chest, and demands, "Where were you?"

Nixie smirks a little at the scene, and when Melissa and the other doctors make to try and stop the fight, though Nixie knows she can't do anything about the other two, she glares her glowing eyes at Melissa, who stops in her tracks and waits to see what happens.

Stiles is still on the ground, demanding answers from Scott beneath him. "You trusted him. You believed him, right? Huh? So where were you?!" The doctors try to grab him, and he screams in Scott's face, "Where the hell were you?!"

Melissa, still back with Nixie, says, "You remember he's hurt right?" "We're all hurt." "Nixie…" She turns to Melissa, and says coldly, "Your son deserves far worse for the pain and sadness he made Stiles feel. He deserves worse for trusting that bastard chimera when we told him not to." Turning back to the scene, she adds, "There is no argument you can make that will change my opinion of that."

Melissa watches her for a moment, and then asks, "Then why save him?" "He deserves worse. He doesn't deserve to die." "You still care about him." She glances at Melissa, and then nods before saying, "Doesn't mean I'm not still pissed."

Stiles finally gets the doctors to let him go, and Scott says tiredly, "Your dad's not the only one who got hurt." "Oh, you'll heal." Nixie agrees with that, but then freezes when Scott says, 'I'm not talking about me."

"Everything's going to be alright Lydia." Nixie freezes halfway down the hall. Stiles goes on ahead without her. Nixie, however, leans against the wall nearby and slumps to the floor.

Storm clouds roll in, black and thick, but she can't stop it this time. Her eyes run over with tears as she bites her lip to keep from actually sobbing

Lydia. Her best friend. Comatose in a hospital bed.

Nixie knows bad shit always seems to happen to them... but this was most certainly not supposed to be one of the things that happened, and certainly not to Lydia.

She'd told Lydia to be careful. Theo had still gotten to her. Damn him. Damn him to hell.

She can hear Stiles say something about checking the back of Lydia's neck, but it's a blur to her. She should've gone with Lydia. She should've never let her leave the station alone. Hell, if she'd even just actually gone to look for Liam instead of staying with Stiles, she might've been close enough to do something about it.

Her head is in her hands, resting against her knees. It's Lydia, or Christ's sake. Why did that bastard have to do this to her?

"Nixie?" She freezes, and then looks up at Natalie, who has just stepped out of the room again. Looking in front of her, she sees now that Stiles had been trying and failing to get her to respond to him. Nixie hadn't responded to anything until Natalie spoke.

The woman is looking at her with a conflicted expression now. She obviously knows that they're all involved in the supernatural shit that keeps happening, which is why her daughter is currently in a zombie and catatonic state. But she also knows that Nixie is the one who was always with Lydia before. She always showed up at the crime scenes. She always had Lydia's back and made her smile when no one else could. They were friends.

Standing up from the floor, she steps closer to Natalie and says, "I… I know you… you probably don't…" She can't get enough breath in to say even a whole sentence all at once. Swallowing thickly and letting out a shaky breath, she says, "Can I just… can I just see her?"

Natalie nods slowly to that, and then lets her in the room, but keeps Stiles out.

Nixie has never seen Lydia so lifeless. It's staggering, and she almost falls into the floor. "Nixie?" She holds herself upright and makes her way to the bed, trying to make sure Natalie doesn't see how weak this all makes her feel. Taking Lydia's hand and arm in her hands, she immediately tries to take away the pain.

She can feel the points on the back of her neck split open where Theo had obviously shoved them into Lydia's neck. Corey's marks that she'd taken had already healed over, barely visible even as a scar. But now, with her taking Lydia's as well, she knows they'll be visible now. She also feels her nails split and bleed, just as Lydia's had. Lydia's hand, at least, would be fine now.

Natalie walks over to Lydia and gapes at the vanishing wounds. Then she looks up at Nixie who is crying harder still. She took the physical wounds, but that was all there was for her to take. She couldn't fix whatever else was wrong with Lydia.

It felt like a wall had suddenly blocked her, in fact. Like she wasn't allowed in any further to fix any of the other damage. Whatever was wrong with her beyond just the claw marks, it wasn't something Nixie was allowed to change herself.

Crying and sitting on the edge of the cot, she lowers her head to Lydia's shoulder and says, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Lydia. I tried to find you. I promise I did. I looked everywhere. I… I just… I…" Choking on her sobs and breath, she finally just clams up and sits there, her head on Lydia's shoulder, her cold and limp hand held in both of Nixie's. Nixie herself is still cold, and even more so now. She knows she can't stay, or she'll send Lydia into a hypothermic state all over again.

When she pulls herself away, Natalie says, "Nixie… you're… you're um…" She points to her own cheek, and Nixie touches hers. Some of her tears had literally frozen to her cheek. Brushing it off, she says, "Sorry." She stares at Lydia a moment more, and then turns to Natalie. "Anything she needs. Anything you need. Please just let me know. I will get it somehow. I always do."

Natalie nods, and then says, "She just needs good doctors. I'm going to see that she gets that. I'll… I'll try to see that you can visit her." "And Stiles?" Natalie pauses at that, so Nixie assures, "Just Stiles. I wouldn't ask you to let anyone else see her at this point. I… I'm not altogether sure who I would trust either. But Stiles… he would never hurt her. Never."

So Natalie concedes to that, and Nixie turns to leave them alone. She pauses at the door though, and says, "Natalie." The woman looks to her, and Nixie points to Lydia's hand where the bandages are on her two fingers. "You can take those off of her now, if you want." And then she leaves to go and find the others, following Stiles' scent.

Stiles is halfway down the hall when she catches up. "Hey. It's raining like a hurricane is on us outside. You alright?" "No. But if we can manage to kill Theo, I will be." "Nixie…" "At the very least, I get to maim him." "Sounds good."

She stops outside the door though, smelling Jordan in the room they were about to go in. Backing up, she says, "Stiles, I'm not going in there." "What? We…" "I'm not. I'll be outside alright. My bike will be ready to go. You just come out to me and we'll head in whatever direction you need to go to get things taken care of. Okay?"

She turns to walk away, but pauses when Stiles says, "Parrish is in there too. Isn't he?" She turns to look at him, and Stiles shrugs helplessly and asks, "What happened between you two? What happened between him and Lydia that has you so… so…" "Stiles… it's probably stupid. And after we've saved your dad, and the town, and everyone else who needs saving, we will work on getting me over it."

Giving him a hard stare, she says, "But for now, let's focus on saving your dad. Figure out what we need to do. Your call." Stiles smiles at that and says, "Yeah. I always have you." "Always."

And she leaves him at that, heading out to her bike.

Well, not right away. She makes a pit stop in Noah's room first. Taking his hand, she tries to take his pain and injury away. It might put her in a hospital too, and she no longer had insurance since she was eighteen now. But to save Noah? It would be worth it.

But like with Lydia, something stopped her. The gash outside and the stitches, those she took from him. But whatever was wrong inside him… she couldn't fix it. She couldn't take it. And it wasn't like a wall was stopping her, like it had with Lydia. No… this felt more targeted. Like there wasn't a place inside of him that she couldn't reach, but there was something within him that wasn't hers to take.

What that might be or what it might mean, she has no idea, and she doesn't have time to figure it out. She steals as much more of his pain as she can, and then leaves him and heads out the doors to her bike; slipping on her helmet, cranking the engine and waiting for Stiles to come outside. When he does, he grabs the spare helmet and says, "If it makes you any less anxious, Parrish is staying in the hospital." "Where are we going?"

Scott rushes out and hops on his bike too, trying to ensure that they can't leave without him, and Stiles sighs and says, "I told them you'd be with me. Melissa said neither of us were going alone."

Nixie rolls her eyes behind her helmet and says, "Whatever. Worst comes to worst, I'll knock him out too. Where to?" "Home." And she speeds away like a bat from hell, giving Scott a hell of a time to keep up with her. Stiles clings to her, but he never tells her to slow down. Of course, he's ridden with her occasionally before, so he knows that sometimes she drives like a maniac. Particularly when lives are on the line.

At his house, Nixie hides her bike back in the garage, and then snarls at Scott when he tries to park next to her. He ends up on the opposite side, completely away from her. Stiles ushers her inside, and then grabs mountain ash and circles it around his house for protection, ending in the doorway.

Nixie hugs Stiles as tight as she can, and then says, "If Theo smells me, that'll explain it. What's your excuse Scott?" Scott looks at her, dropping his eyes after a moment, and then hands Stiles his jacket and says, "Just tell him I'm dead. He'll think my scent is from the jacket."

Stiles nods, and then looks to Nixie. "I know you want to hurt him. I want that too. But when he gets here… stay hidden." "I got it." "Good." He hugs her again, and then she and Scott both head upstairs to wait.

While she's sitting near an end table, eyes closed and listening, Scott asks softly, "Does he know?" When she doesn't respond, he simply asks again, "Does Stiles know you took my injury, and that you have wings?" She opens her eyes, glowing silver, and glares at him. "No. And right now, he doesn't need to. We're going to save his dad first. So shut the hell up."

Whether out of fear or wisdom, Scott does remain quiet, and then Theo arrives, passing through the layer of mountain ash, as expected.

Damn chimera.

At the hospital, Jordan is looking around for Lydia or her mom. They're not in the room that he knew they were in a while ago. Instead, he finds them in the loading area of the hospital and though he hollers out to her, she doesn't respond as she's talking to the man with the clipboard.

When he finally reaches her, he asks, "Ms. Martin? Ms. Martin, who was that?" The man glances back at him as he rounds the corner, and Jordan asks, "What were you signing?" Natalie simply replies, "She'll be safe there." "What do you mean? What did you do?" She looks at him firmly this time and says, "I did what I had to."

As they're loading Lydia into the vehicle, Jordan remembers his dream, remembers Nixie telling him, through tears and blood, to save her. To help and save Lydia. Watching them, he says to Natalie, "I'm going to find a way to get her out of there. Even if I have to break through the walls."

Natalie, tired and worried and stressed, turns away from him. But before they can shut the doors, Jordan holds them open and says, "And they had better pray it's me. Because if Nixie is the one that has to get her out…"

Natalie does turn back to him at that, and Jordan shakes his head and says, "You don't know what kind of hell Nixie is willing to unleash, if it means saving her friends. She wouldn't want Lydia to go there." Some of the doctors pull Jordan back and he shouts at the closing ambulance doors, "You know I'm right!"

The doors slam shut, and he glares at the physician before him and says, "I will get her out of there." "Good luck with that deputy." And then they're driving away. Jordan glares after them, and then sends out a mass text to everyone, including Nixie, that says they're moving Lydia to Eichen House.

Back at Stiles house, Theo crosses the mountain ash border and says, "I guess we're all telling the truth now." And he looks around, sniffing, obviously smelling Nixie and Scott in the air. But when Stiles tosses the jacket and accuses him of killing his best friend, Theo doesn't really seem concerned anymore. Apparently smelling Nixie on all of them was something he'd grown used to.

"Let's be honest Stiles. Was he still really your best friend?" Stiles stares at him, and then says, "Guess I wouldn't really notice. Nixie kind of became that for me. She's pulling double duty. You know, being my best friend and being the little sister I never got to have."

Theo tilts his head and says, "You all really think a lot of her." Stiles nods and says, "She'd die for me. She'd die for all of us. And she's proven that a thousand times over. Is that something you're willing to do Theo? Are you willing to die for your pack?" Theo scoffs and says, "You're not even in my pack yet Stiles. Pretty big favor to ask already."

"Then how about my dad, hmm? Are you gonna let him die?" Theo takes a step forward, and it takes everything in Nixie not to move, or breathe too loud, or snarl. Scott watches her twist her head and close her eyes, her hands clenching as she struggles for control. How had he never noticed the effect that Theo had on her?

Theo then says, "If I wanted him to die, I wouldn't have told you where to find him." "Then why are they saying that his body is shutting down? That some toxin's poisoning him and they don't know how to stop it." A brief pause, and Nixie hears Theo's heart jump in response to Stiles' claim. She and Scott look at each other, and she knows he heard it too.

"I'm not the bad guy Stiles. I'm just a realist. I'm a survivor. If you knew the things that I know…" Stiles stands up and cuts him off, "Yeah, but what do you know?" "I know what's coming. I know what the dread doctors created. And I know what Parish is."

Nixie rises to her feet so fast that Scott scarcely has time to reach out to make sure she doesn't actually go down the stairs to tackle Theo. Her motion was fluid and created no noise. One moment she was on the ground. The next, she was standing, eyes glowing, her hands balled to fists at her sides.

She looked pissed, and Scott realizes sadly that she's looked that way a lot the past couple of months. She was good at hiding it, sure, but he'd seen the look on and off nonetheless.

He should've known. He should've paid more attention.

Theo nods and says, "Lydia figured it out. I saw it in her memories." Stiles glares and says, "Right after you drove her out of her mind." "Collateral damage."

This time Scott does grab Nixie, and because she knows she'd probably fly down the stairs otherwise, she allows him to leave her arm in his grip. Lydia was not collateral damage.

Nixie had thought it before, and she'll think it again. She's going to kill Theo. And if it does come to that and she's given that option, she doesn't even think she'd ever feel guilty about it later.

Stiles, as though reading her thoughts from downstairs, says, "You had better hope Nixie never hears you talk like that." "Yeah? And what is she that makes her something I should be so afraid of." "Right now, you should just now that she's insanely protective of what she cares about. And Lydia is on that list." Glaring at Theo, he says, "You're lucky you're not already dead." "Are you sure Scott would've allowed that if he were still alive?" "Doesn't really matter now, does it."

Theo sighs and says, "Look, if Lydia is right about Parrish, then things around here are gonna get a lot worse." "I don't care." "You should. I know Nixie will when you tell her. Because if your dad does survive, he's not gonna be sheriff of anything much longer."

He turns to leave, and Stiles asks, "What's happening to him? Hey, tell me!"

Nixie hears the thud on the steps below, and Stiles stops talking. Scott, not nearly as strong as he once was, fights tooth and nail to keep her still for a moment longer. Long enough for Theo to leave, then he releases her with a gasp and she races down the stairs to where Stiles is, having landed on them and passed out. "Stiles?"

Scott races down too, and when Stiles blinks awake, Scott reaches out a hand for him and asks, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" "I'm fine." He shoves Scott's hand away, but reaches out for Nixie and allows her to pull him up off the ground. She looks him over and says, "You sure?" "Yeah. Promise."

Scott looks between them, and then says, "You blacked out Stiles." Annoyed, Stiles says, "I'm fine." Back to Nixie, he asks in a gentler tone, "Did you get anything from him?" Scott says, "Nothing, he was calm the entire time."

Stiles just keeps looking at Nixie, who says, "His heart jumped. Once and only once." "Does that mean he's lying?" Nixie pauses at that, and then looks to Scott, who says, "Not really." Stiles glances at him, and then back to Nixie and asks, "What was I talking about?" "About Noah being poisoned." She watches the gears in his head turn, and then he says, "Okay, that could be something. A jump could mean surprise, right?" Nixie nods to that, but then shrugs helplessly when Stiles asks in confusion, "So why would he be surprised that my dad's still dying?"

"Wait." They both look to Scott, and he says, "He didn't say that he was the one who attacked your dad, did he?" Stiles stares in disbelief, and then says, "No. Which means it was probably someone else." Scott nods and says, "Another chimera."

Stiles and Nixie look at each other, and then Stiles says, "I'm driving. Save your gas. Let's go." She follows him outside, Scott following behind. Hopping in the cruiser that's still in the driveway, as soon as Nixie is in the passenger seat, Stiles locks the doors.

Scott stares for a second, and then asks, "Stiles?" "We can do the rest on our own. Tell your mom Nixie can babysit me if she's so worried about me getting hurt." "She's worried about both of you." Scott looks to Nixie and says, "Tell him."

Stiles looks to Scott at that, and then to Nixie and asks, "Tell me what?" "I will tell you after we figure out how to save your dad. That's what's important right now. And we're wasting time." Scott leans closer and says, "You two don't even know where to start. All we know is that it's another chimera. Do you even know where you're headed?"

Stiles obviously has an idea, because he cranks the engine. Scott puts his hands on the door and window on Nixie's side and pleads, "Come on guys. Let me help. I can find the clues that you can't." Nixie shines her eyes at him and says, "Any clue you can find, I can find as well. And Stiles has me. What the hell do we need you for?"

Stiles presses the gas to go forward, but Scott runs to the front of the car to stop them leaving. Nixie glares and bites her tongue for a moment before asking, "Is it terrible if I suggest just running him over?" "Not when I'm already considering it." But as they look at each other, they both know they wouldn't actually do that.

Scott looks at both of them and says, "Guys, you can't do this alone. Okay, even with Nixie's help, you two can't go at this on your own. You need me. You need all of us." Nodding to them, he says, "I can get more help. I can text Liam." Stiles looks at him like he's stupid and says, "Liam just tried to kill you." Scott pleads, "Okay, then at least let me help!"

He's desperate. Nixie's second sight cuts on at random again, and she can see the desperation, the deep-seated sorrow, and the brokenness that surrounds Scott. He's not bright anymore, but a shade of light gray, caused by the devastation of all that's happened.

Stiles next to her is bright and light as usual, but anger, frustration, panic, worry, and sorrow are all tinting his aura now with bits of gray. Looking back to Scott, she sighs and is about to say that they're wasting time and to just let him in, her pity for him outweighing her anger.

That's when Scott asks, "Nixie?" She looks to him and asks, "What?" "Your eyes." Frowning, she looks to Stiles, who jumps a little, and then says, "They're coated blue, like a really deep sapphire blue. What are you doing?" "Nothing on purpose." She closes her eyes and takes three deep breaths, and when she opens her eyes, she's seeing the world normally again. So... her eyes apparently change when she's looking at the world that way. If she thinks about it, it was usually dark every other time she'd used it before, so it kind of made sense that no one else had noticed it before now. Sighing, she turns back to Stiles and says, "Your dad. Focus."

Stiles stares at her a moment longer, and then nods while Scott says, "Guys, please. I can help." Stiles turns to him and says, "You believed him." "You trusted him too."

Nixie snarls and Scott jumps back. Glaring with silver eyes now, she says, "Stiles never trusted Theo. He confided in him once, and that is all. But he never trusted Theo. That was all you."

Scott nods to her in understanding, and then says, "Look, he got to all of us." Stiles reaches over for Nixie's hand, trying to keep her calm, and then he says, "You know, you don't even know the real story." "I don't need to. All that matters right now is your dad." Stiles softens a little at that, and Nixie squeezes his hand and says, "He is right. At least on that note." Stiles turns to her and nods, and they both look to Scott when he says, "Come on guys. We've survived an alpha pack, a dark druid, and professional assassins. We can survive dread doctors and chimeras too."

Nixie watches as Stiles suddenly gains that contemplative look on his face. And when Scott looks like he might say more, she holds up a hand for him to wait. Silence follows, and then Stiles looks to her and says, "We're not looking for a missing chimera. We're looking for a missing teenager."

Nixie nods and says, "Right. So… about the werewolf in front of the truck. Which, I feel I should point out, he forgot to mention that we managed to survive Peter Hale, a kanima, and a nogitsune as well." Stiles grins a little at her, and then she nods to Scott and asks, "What are we doing about him? Because we're wasting time if we're not actually going to run him over."

Stiles looks back to Scott, and then unlocks the doors and says, "Don't say a word." And he doesn't. Not until much later.

They find this kid's locker in the school; Noah Patrick. Finding a jacket inside, Scott says, "Now we can catch his scent." Nixie takes it and breathes in deeply, and then drops it back in Scott's hand. And then he tosses it to Malia. Stiles stares, and then asks, "You called her?"

Scott turns to them and says, "We need all the help we can get. I should be calling everyone." Malia nods and says, "And I know what this kid looks like."

She looks at Nixie and smiles a little, to which Nixie turns and starts walking away, back to the cruiser to wait for Stiles. Scott and Malia both watch her, and Scott says, "I thought it was just me." Stiles looks at both of them, and then says, "I think she's pissed at anyone who granted Theo the least bit of trust. She just happens to be most pissed at you. We'll be outside."

He finds her at the cruiser, waiting, and when he comes up to her side, he asks, "What's up?" "What do you mean?" "I mean you're pissed, and for you, that's rare when it's not directed at the actual bad guys." "Anyone who trusted Theo could be considered on that side."

Scott and Malia both listen to their conversation from inside the school, and Stiles says, "Nixie, talks to me." A pause, and then she says, "I saw it. I saw how evil he was." "How?" "The… the thing I did earlier in the jeep. With my eyes." "You mean when they turned blue?"

She nods to him, and then sighs and says, "I can't control it. I don't know how to cut it on and off. But it happened for the first time when I came in and saw you and Donovan. Then again on occasion, and I saw it on Theo at one point. And his… his is worse than any I've had a chance to see yet. It's why I've had a bad feeling about him from the beginning. Even without seeing it… I guess I just sometimes know."

Stiles nods and says, "You didn't tell anyone about this?" "No." "Why?" "Stiles, we've had a lot to worry about. When we have less to worry about, I'll tell you everything." "Wait a second." He thinks for a moment, and then looks to her again and says, "You're eighteen. We missed your birthday, it was… it was just yesterday."

Nixie nods, and then says, "Nothing all that dramatic happened, I assure you." "Bullshit Nixie. What…" "Stiles, your dad. Focus." "Nixie…" She grabs his shoulders and says, "I get that you're trying to show me you care and that you're on my side, and that I have you. But you Stiles, you are the one person in the world right now, who doesn't have to do anything to prove that to me. Because you are the one person in the world right now, the only person right now, that I know I have on my side. I know you're with me."

He stares at her, and then sighs and wraps her in a hug before saying, "As soon as we have time…" "I will tell you everything. Until then… let's focus on saving all the dumbasses in our lives. Starting with your dad." Stiles chuckles a little, and then they hop in the cruiser so they can follow Scott and Malia when they come out.

They follow the scent to some abandoned and old railroad tracks. And while searching along the side, Nixie hears Malia say, "He didn't want you to call me did he?" Scott shakes his head and says, "No. Is it that bad?" Nixie turns and says, "They broke up. Kind of like you and him did as well. How ironic."

Silence for a moment, and then Malia says with a tinge of fear in her voice, "Is she alright? I've never heard her sound… well, so bitchy." "I think there's a lot going on with her that she's not telling us." "You mean injuries she's hiding again." "No. Well, I mean... maybe… I don't know really."

Nixie crouches near a drainage area, and then turns to where Stiles is on the other end and says, "Hey." He looks at her, and she nods towards the tunnel before dropping into it herself.

They all follow her, after Scott and Malia have a little heart to heart moment, and then the three of them smell around. Malia catches it first and says, "I got it. I got his scent." And they all follow her through the tunnels to try and find this kid.

"This is Noah's. He was here. I think he's close." Nixie nods in confirmation when Stiles looks to her, and then they all look to Scott when he says, "Guys. I think we've been down tunnels like this before. Like when we were trying to find Liam and Hayden." Nixie rolls her eyes, because she had figured that out a long time ago. Stiles asks, "Okay, so what?" Scott says, "So maybe it means we're closer than we think. Maybe there's something else down here. Something we haven't found yet."

Stiles glares and says, "Yeah, nothing that helps my dad." Scott turns to him, maybe about to argue, but Nixie steps up and says, "All that matters right now, is your dad." Scott looks to her, and she glares and says, "That's what you said. That's why we let you come with us. Now, if that's not true, then get the fuck out of our way. If it is true, then come back here on your own time to figure out what you missed before. Right now, we are finding this kid."

Stiles nods and says, "Exactly. And we can't just be standing around here, waiting for something to…" Nixie sees the kid barrel into Stiles, knocking him against the nearby wall, where he slumps unconscious. And before Malia or Scott can do anything else, Nixie roars so loud they crouch and cover their ears. Grabbing the kid and slamming him up against a concrete column, Nixie snarls and says, "What did you do?" "I don't know what you're talking about! Please, let me go!" "No!" Her talons extend, piercing into his left shoulder where she's grabbed him on one side. Her other hand is pressed against his chest, scales erupted and hard and pressing into him so hard she can hear the concrete behind him crack slightly.

Scott helps Stiles to his feet, and though they hear the grinding and cackling of the dread doctors, Stiles comes over and says, "What did you do to my dad?" "I don't remember!" "You don't remember anything?" "No! Not when it happens. Not when I change."

Nixie snarls and Stiles says, "You clawed my dad half to death. And now it's poisoning him. So you're gonna start remembering every detail right now." Nixie pierces him deeper and he cries out in pain. And as the dread doctors get closer, Scott turns and says, "We'll slow them down. Stiles, get him out of here. Find a way to save your dad. Go."

Stiles glances at him, and then at Nixie. Sighing, he says, "They're gonna need your help." She looks to him, and then releases Noah from her talons, only to dig them in again. He cries out in pain again, but looks to her with rapt attention as she says in his ear, "If anything happens to my friend because of you, they will be the least of your problems." Letting him go, she adds, "And you'd best damn well remember that."

He nods, and then Stiles hurries with him away from the dread doctors. Turning back with Scott and Malia, Nixie asks, "Plan?" "Stall them." "Basic, original. Not bad." Scott actually grins at her, and then he looks to Malia and says, "We're gonna be okay." "Scott, we're gonna die down here." Nixie snarls, so Malia edits, "If they get past her, we're gonna die down here." "No, we're not." "How can you be so sure?" "Because you're not the only one that I called."

"Get down."

If ever there was a time to hear his comforting voice, Nixie believes it was then. After being cautious, or angry, or dismissive, or saddened by so many voices today, it was nice to finally hear one aside from Stiles' that she still felt she could trust.

Argent cocked his gun and all three of them slid to the side to get out of his way. And after firing at the dread doctors a few times and proving that he could at least slow them down a little, Argent looks at them again and says, "Run."

When they finally exit the tunnels, Chris drives them all to the hospital in his cruiser, and when they get inside and Melissa nods, Nixie feels relief shoot through her again. Noah will be alright. Stiles' dad will be alright.

Nixie leans against a wall for support and sighs in relief. Chris watches her for a moment, and then gently nudges her shoulder and says, "Walk with me."

Outside on the sidewalk, he says, "Melissa and Scott have both told me a bit about what's happened. In particular right now, they're concerned about you." "I can't imagine why. I'm fine." "Says the dragon who would sooner die from loneliness than actually admit to needing help herself when there's even the slightest thing wrong with her friends."

Nixie shrugs at that, and Chris says, "Melissa says you took part of Scott's injury. Literally?" Nixie nods to that, and Chris asks, "Why is it easy to tell me and no one else?" "You weren't here to start trusting Theo." He nods and asks, "Is that all?" Nixie shrugs after a moment and says, "I don't know. All I know is Theo started all of this. The pack is broken, and it's his fault." "Then why still be angry with Scott, or Malia, or anybody?" "Because they didn't have to trust or listen to Theo. They chose to, in spite of the fact that Stiles and I told them not to."

Chris watches as she runs a hand through her hair, and then asks, "What else?" "I'm fine." "Nixie…" "Chris…" Sighing, she says, "Lydia is stuck in a catatonic state. Kira is off in the desert doing God knows what to try and regain control of her fox, Stiles' dad nearly died, Malia is on some secret mission concerning the desert wolf I'm pretty sure, Scott is weak and still recovering, Hayden is dead, and I haven't even actually gone to see Liam yet to see if he's still a rampaging anger monster or if he's finally gotten a grip."

Shaking her head, she says, "Compared to all of that, I am fine. And I will remain that way until this pack is back together."

She turns to leave, but Chris asks, "And what about Jordan?" Nixie pauses, and asks, "What about him?" "I notice you didn't mention him. And considering he's your mate, he should be one of your first concerns." Turning to Chris, she shrugs and says, "He's fine." "Nixie…" "You have my number. Call me if you need anything Chris. Don't forget that." And since she doesn't have her bike, she takes off running, reaching Stiles' house in record time so she can grab her bike, and then she heads to the house in the woods.

Back in the hospital, Stiles wakes up to his dad grabbing his arm gently. "It's okay Stiles. You still got me." And Stiles grabs his hand in his and holds it for dear life. Finally completely relieved, he says with a smile, "Nixie said you'd be alright." Noah smiles back, and then looks around and asks, "Where is she?"

Stiles steps into the waiting room, but she isn't there. So he comes back to his dad's room and texts to see where she is.

Her reply is, "You were asleep, and I didn't want to disturb either of you. I'm at home, trying to get some rest. By the way, in case you haven't seen it, Natalie sent Lydia to Eichen House. Crazy ass woman. Do you want me to come to the hospital? Do you or your dad need anything?"

Stiles ponders all that's happened today, and then texts back, "No, that's okay. But come by tomorrow, please. Dad wants to see you. Get some rest for now though. That's an order." She replies with a smiley face, and then a sleeping one, and then says, "You get some rest too. See you tomorrow."

In the cabin, her wings come out when it reaches midnight, almost as though demanding that at some point each day, they have their time to be out and free of the confinements of her body. Sighing, she falls onto her blankets and wraps herself in her wings again. Her back is sore again from them coming out, and she suspects that they'll hurt going back in tomorrow morning too.

But these things can wait. They can wait until they have Kira and Lydia back. They can wait until they have Liam back. They can wait until Malia gets a grip and decides killing her mother isn't the most important thing in the world.

They can wait until they have Deaton back, and Nixie can figure out if there's a way to let Jordan go. He'd be happier with Lydia. He'd have less to worry about with Lydia. Lydia is the better option.

Somewhere in her mind, she knows it's still stupid. And yet, the other part of her is still winning out. The other part is becoming more and more convincing.

And so her plan to release her mate, if it's possible, is still in effect.

And that's Chapter 1! Yay. And again, for those wondering and wanting to know, this half of Season 5 will consist of 12 chapters altogether. And hopefully it won't take me very long to proof read and get the rest of them up for you guys. I do hope you enjoy what you've read so far, and as always, please let me know what you think. :)