"Sorry for the late night call," Noah said as he rubbed his leg.

"Hey, no problem. We've been looking for you." Chris said as he passed over the ice pack. "You sure you don't want to go to a hospital?"

"I'm fine...and I can't trust they won't be looking for me there. Hell, I'm not sure coming back here was a safe bet."

Chris passed over one of his Chinses food cartons to the Sheriff. He looked like he hadn't eaten in days. "We're safe here. But we can move in a bit. I have some go bags ready, we have essentials. But first, why don't you tell me what the hell is going on?" Chris eyed Noah's leg. "Like...what happened to your leg for example?"

After the call, he went to the location the Sheriff told him and picked up a shivering, soaked, and injured Sheriff on the side of the road in the middle of a hiking trail. It wasn't the strangest thing he's seen, but it was worrisome. The only good thing was that he'll finally have some good answers.

The Sheriff dug into the Kung Pow hungrily before he explained. "They had me against my will. Monitoring all of my actions. I saw an opening but it involved jumping out of a second story window. I tucked and rolled but...I'm not as young as I used to be...Luckily it's only sprained not broken. I'll be fine."

"Okay. Good. And you're right. But why don't we move on to who are they? Who took you? Why? What's Stiles involved in?"

Noah poked at his food before looking at Chris with a wary look. "It's...out there."

"Is it about werewolves and the supernatural?" Chris bluntly asked.

"Wh-what?" Noah blinked in surprise. "You know about that?"

Chris nodded. "My family...uh...we're hunters. We...hunt the things that go bump in the night."

"Oh..." Noah mumbled. His mind went somewhere else and normally Chris would have given him the time he needed to adjust but they didn't have it.

"Sheriff? This is good. It'll make whatever you have to tell me easier. I'll believe you. And I can help."

The Sheriff took a few more bites of his food before he pushed it aside and lowered his foot to the ground. "We need to move. And I need a drink. But if I'm right then we need to move fast. My son is in danger. I need to get to London."


"Are you alright?" Cedric asked once in their room.

Stiles watched as Cedric removed his jacket and shoes, and he couldn't help but feel nervous. He was sharing a room with a boy he liked and admired and there was no adult supervision! He was feeling some of that pressure for sure. A mad blush covered his face and he tried to distract himself as he took off his coat. And he did get distracted as he realizes the huge tear the back of his coat had. It must have happened during the running and the attack. He frowned. The coat had cost him a bit of money. It wasn't name-branded or anything but it was a good material that was supposed to last him a few winters, to say the least.

He hadn't notice Cedric come closer and he stilled when he felt Cedric hold half his coat. Cedric pulled out his wand and performed some magic and before his eyes, his coat was good as new.

Stiles smiled up at Cedric, "Thank you...always the lifesaver."

Cedric looked a little sad, but even in sadness Stiles couldn't help but think he was beautiful.

"You should have been able to fix it yourself. You shouldn't have been exiled." Cedric muttered angrily.

"Hey! It's..." Stiles shrugged as he took the coat and placed it on the bed. Then he turned to face Cedric, and wow, they were so close now. "We can't change the past."

"I wish I could..."

"I know. There's some stuff I wish I'd done differently but ya know what's crazy? A lot of it? I'd do it all over again, just the same...like making sure I helped save you."

Cedric was quiet for a moment. A moment that dragged on too long in Stiles's book, but in the end, it was worth it.

"There's something I would have changed for sure." Cedric declared as he pulled Stiles in by his waist and kissed him. Stiles was shocked at first, but easily closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss. No matter how intense and insane things were, at the moment, he was happy.


Noah explained to Chris why it was best to move. Though they never interacted in a way that would suggest any friendship, it wouldn't take long for the wizards to check in with Agent. Of course, that made Noah concerned for Scott and Melissa but from what he has learned on the way to the new location, Scott was able to take care of himself.

Somewhat.

Or he could hope.

Despite what Mr. Winter's orders were, he believed he did want what was best for Stiles and his safety. He was just stuck behind the legal red tape. He half suspected that his little window of opportunity was done on purpose by the wizard who claimed to be fond of his son who was his former student. But he couldn't be sure and he couldn't spend too much time dwelling on that fact or the fact that Scott wasn't human.

"So the English Magical Government has Stiles in custody and the American Magical Government can't extradite him?" Chris asked as he drove to one of the safe houses.

"From what I was explained, no. But I'm not sure I believe it. My boy had been magic once. Gone to a great school and done some amazing things. But he ticked off the wrong people and was stripped of one of the things that bonded him to his mother. He was sentenced back home to a life of normality when he was extraordinary and they tampered with my mind but not his...he must have felt so alone..."

"You can't blame yourself for that. From what you said, it was in neither of your control."

"I know. But I can't help but think I added to my son's problems by being so oblivious to it all."

"They're cunning. Stiles and Scott...and you can beat yourself up, but that's not going to help Stiles. We need to find a way to him. Even if we get to London, we don't know how to get a hold of Stiles. And your leg is still hurt. We need back up." Chris told him.

"I can't involve the kids in this. Not only is it reckless, but I also don't even know if Scott has a passport. Plus he's underage. Even if Melissa lets him leave the country, no way in hell will McCall allow that."

"Don't worry, I wasn't thinking about Scott," Chris said as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.


Derek picked up once he saw who was calling. "Hello?"

"I'm about to take out the battery of this cell and use a disposable one. We have a lead. I need you to meet me at the old Argent hideout I told you about. Remember the one where I store the good stuff?"

Derek's eyes widened. As a show of faith by showing him what's in the Hale Vault, Chris disclosed one of the Argent safe houses and what was inside of it, so Derek knew which one to go to. The one with the good stuff was the one with indoor plumbing and even cable. But then something else caught his attention. "We?"

"I found the Sheriff. We're going to London, pack well."