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Lacy here with our next Effie update. I know, it's so random now when I post her, but I'm struggling with this half of season six. Hopefully the second half will go better, mainly because I have two major showdowns between Effie and Kate planned and am so looking forward to writing them. For now, it's time for another step towards remembering Stiles. As we saw last time, Lydia has joined Team Derek and knows Effie isn't crazy. We're gonna start off with a scene between Effie and John and I'm sorry, it won't be pretty. Read on!

Disclaimer: I own Effie.

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When Effie was told she had a visitor, she knew better than to hope it was Derek. It hadn't been a week since his last visit and she knew her father wasn't going to let up on that rule. Not with Claudia whispering in his ear.

Stepping into the family room, Effie was surprised to see John standing by the window, his back to her.

"No wife, I see." Effie announced her presence.

John faced her. "Don't start."

Effie shook her head. "Fine. What are you doing here, Dad?"

"I can't come see my daughter?" John questioned.

"Not when you're the one who put me in here." Effie retorted. "At least now I understand how Grandpa feels."

"This is so far from what happened with your grandfather and you know it." John shot back. "I was hoping time away from Derek and all the other crap going on would make you see straight, again."

"The only thing being away from Derek is doing is making me even angrier." Effie informed the sheriff. "And you can't remove me from the supernatural in this town, because I'm part of it." she threw her hands up. "Do you think they're keeping me in a wolfsbane reenforced cell for my own protection?"

"It is for your own protection." John fought back. "Something is clearly wrong with you, Effie. You're imagining a brother you never had."

"No, I'm not." Effie's tone turned hard. "And the sooner you realize I'm not the one who's wrong, the sooner I can get the hell out of this place."

"You're not leaving until you can admit you don't have a brother."

Effie stepped up to her father, eyes flashing lilac. "There has only ever been one moment in my life I wished I didn't have a brother and I was a petty child at the time. I wouldn't be who I am today without Stiles at my side and I will never wish him away." she turned away, heading for the door. "Don't bother coming back unless you're signing my release papers."

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When Parrish warned Derek that a tow company had been called to take away Stiles's jeep, the Hale raced to the high school and moved the vehicle.

Which he instantly regretted as he tried driving the death trap that only seemed to like Stiles.

"What're you doing?" Parrish asked as he found Derek on a side road, head under the hood of the jeep.

"Wondering how pissed Effie would be if I gutted her brother the moment we got him back." Derek's growl answered. "I told the little bastard to stop using duck tape on this thing. Does he listen? Of course not."

Parrish couldn't help laughing a little. "You and Stiles clearly get along."

Derek rubbed his forearm across his brow. "Put it this way, if it weren't for Effie, I think I'd have killed him by now." he sighed. "He's a good person, he doesn't deserve to have everyone forget him and his sister locked away for insisting he's real."

"Tell me about him?" Parrish requested. "Maybe if I know more, I'll remember."

Derek exhaled. "Can't hurt." As he worked to fix the mess Stiles made of his jeep, Derek ran through the last two years of his life, since returning to Beacon Hills and meeting up with the Stilinski twins, again. "He absolutely hated watching Effie and I get closer, but couldn't deny his sister was happy. One of the hardest things we had to deal with was slowly losing him while he was possessed by the Nogitsune. John doesn't know this, but once they graduate, both of them are heading to the east coast for school. Stiles is better at it than Effie, but they both have this habit of talking a mile a minute without actually saying anything. Stiles talks himself into and out of danger more often than anyone I've ever met and it really is a miracle no one's stapled his mouth shut."

Parrish grinned. "Doesn't sound like it would do much good."

Derek huffed a laugh. "Probably not." He moved to the driver's side and turned the key. The engine sputtered, but turned over and started up. "I'm buying him a car repairs for dummies book."

"I'll follow you to wherever you're taking it." Parrish chuckled as he moved back to his vehicle. "Just in case it breaks down, again. At least you'll have someone to bounce murder ideas of off."

Derek snorted as the deputy got in his car. Yeah, it would be nice to have a sounding board.

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Derek had just finished removing all the duck tape from the jeep's parts, again, when a piercing sound broke through the trees. He'd taken the jeep back to the Hale property, keeping it back with the trailer he and Effie had been staying in while the new house was being built. He didn't think anyone would come looking for it, but felt it was better if it was basically out of sight.

The piercing sound echoed from inside the jeep and had Derek shaking his head in agitation. It quickly quieted to a static, as if the radio was on, and drew Derek away from the engine.

Climbing into the driver's seat once more, he listened. It was Stiles's police scanner that was making the noise. Debating with himself for a moment, Derek grabbed the receiver and hit the switch.

"Stiles?" he said cautiously into it. "Stiles, is that you?" Nothing but static came through. "Stiles, if you're there, give me something. I'm running in circles. Effie's-" he stopped. "A lot's gone wrong since you were taken. And we need you back." he dropped his head back against the seat. "Please, just tell me how to get you back."

The passenger door opening jerked Derek's attention from the radio. Lydia and Scott were there, the banshee climbing into the seat.

"-rek, tha-"

The three jerked as a response came from the radio.

"Derek, are you there? Can you hear me?"

Derek laughed in disbelief. "Yeah, I'm here. I can hear you. Scott and Lydia, too."

"Oh my god, Stiles." Lydia laughed in relief. "We can hear you."

"You know me? You remember me?"

"Effie never forgot." Derek said. "She helped me remember and the others are remembering on their own."

"Where is she? Where's Effie?"

Derek looked at the other two, not knowing if he should tell him.

"Derek, where is she?"

"In Eichen House. Stiles, your mom's back and she talked your dad into committing Effie when she kept insisting you were real."

The other end was silent for so long, they were sure Stiles was gone, again.

"Is she alright?"

Derek sighed. "She's scared, angry and wants her brother back."

"I'm working on it. Did Peter make it through?"

Scott winced. "Sort of. But he brought your keys with him. That's how we knew to come to the jeep." he saw Derek's expression. "I'll explain after."

"Lydia, do you remember the last thing I said to you?"

Lydia smiled, almost shyly. "You said," she swallowed. "You said, 'Remember, I love you.'"

"Where are you?" Derek asked.

"We're coming to get you." Scott added.

"No, no, no. You can't. You won't be able to find me."

"Stiles-"

"Just remember this. Canaan, okay? You have to find Canaan. Just find Canaan."

The radio sounded static a few more times before going dead. The three looked at each other, both feeling more lost than they did before, but filled with a hope they hadn't had in weeks.

Stiles was alive and they were going to bring him home.

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I have been glaring at this chapter for way longer than I care to admit. I delayed everything else I had planned for today to get it done before my week break starting tomorrow. So they've contacted Stiles, he knows about Effie and he's delivered his message. I wasn't going to include the I love you thing between him and Lydia, but I couldn't help it. Too sweet, even if I am a Sterek shipper. This is our last update until the first full week of January. As I said, I'm taking a week vacation starting tomorrow to get everything ready for next year. So let me know what you think, flame policy stands and thanks for reading. See everyone in 2019!

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