A/N: Here's another chapter for you guys. I hope you like it. I think this is my favorite one so far. By the end I think you'll guess why.

The next morning, my phone's ring wakes me up. I blindly grab for it and hold it up to my ear.

"Hello?" I answer.

"You have got to be freaking kidding me, Ty." The voice on the other end o the line says.

"What, Stiles?" I ask, knowing his voice very well.

"Am I the only human in Beackon Hills?" He asks. I giggle at his words.

"Jealous much?"

"Hell yeah." He answers back as I sit up in bed. "So Scott and I are part of the group you're supposed to be attached to?"

"I guess." I answer. "The only way I was able to find you guys last night was thinking about you guys. Then I think I just hitched a ride with the owl." I say.

"Do you think you could 'hitch a ride' with any other types of animals?" He asks.

"I don't think I can choose. Both times I've done it, it's been an owl." There's a long pause as I think about it. I gasp in realization. "Maybe it's because of Buckbeak?" I say. I rush over to my bathroom and push my shirt off my right shoulder. The scar of Buckbeak's talons is still visible.

"What? What are you talking about?" Stiles says, trying to get me to answer him as I just look at my shoulder.

"Something must've happened when Buckbeak scarred my shoulder. The day we tried to release him back into the wild." There is silence from both of us for at least a minute. I gently touch the raised scars on my skin.

"I'm gonna pick you up." His voice says before hanging up. He didn't even wait for my response. I quickly change into a new outfit: one of my many comic hero tees with jeans and maroon chucks. I grab my Hufflepuff jacket; tell my dad that I'll text him later, and head outside to wait for Stiles to drive Baby Blue up to my house. I know it's not the most original nickname for a baby blue Jeep, but I don't really care. I hear the rumble of Baby Blue from down the street. I smile as Stiles drives up. I run over to the Jeep and hop in the passenger side.

"Where are we going?" I ask as we drive off.

"Back to the Hale house." He answers. "I wanna talk to Derek."

"What? Are you crazy?" I ask, starting to freak out. "He killed someone, Stiles! Plus, there are probably so many cops around. How would you even get close to him?"

"That's why I brought you." He says nervously, not making eye contact with me.

"You brought me to be a distraction?" I ask, glaring at him.

"Maybe." He answers. "Apparently, you're supposed to be a protector of some sort." He looks over at me for a split second before looking back at the road. "Oh come on." He says because I didn't say anything. I continue to glare at him. "You know you love me." His words send me into a state of panic.

"Wait, what? Who told you? Was it Scott?" He looks at me with a confused expression. "I mean, sure. I'll distract your dad and the rest of the cops while you talk to Derek." I look forward, and wait for the awkward feeling in the Jeep to disappear, but it decided to stay around.

"Ty? What was that?" He asks as he starts to slow down.

"Please just drive." I say, not looking over at him.

"No. I wanna know what that was." He pulls over to the side of the road and parks. I feel his gaze burrowing into the side of my head.

"They're not gonna keep Derek there forever. We need to get going. We don't have time for thin." I say. The last sentence I say as I turned to finally look at him again.

"Fine, but after, we're gonna talk about his." He says as he throws the Jeep in drive and we make our way to the Hale house in silence. Stiles parks and sends me a curious look before we get out of the Jeep. Cop cars were everywhere. Suddenly, we see Scott come out of the woods. He must have been hiding there until Stiles came back.

"Hey, what are you gonna do?" He asks us.

"Don't worry about it." Stiles says as he looks between Scott and myself.

"What?" Scott asks Stiles.

"Nothing. Just thought we were the type of friends that didn't keep secrets." He says as he starts walking towards the sheriff's squad car.

"What's he talking about?" Scott asks me. I shake my head and run over to the group of deputies and the Sheriff. I skirt around the police tape and try to get a better look at the hole and the body.

"Hey!" I ignore the shout of the deputy. "You there!" I inch closer to the hole when my upper arm is suddenly grabbed tight, but gently at the same time.

"Ty? What are you doing here?" I hear the Sheriff ask me. I turn to him as he releases my arm.

"I just wanted to see what it looked like." I answer him.

"Who brought you here, Ty?" He asks as he starts looking around. His gaze stops on his squad car. He gently guides me towards the vehicle. He has me stand by the front of the car with my back to the windshield. "Stay here." He orders as he opens the passenger door and pulls Stiles out. He tugs Stiles in front of me and starts lecturing him. Stiles then tries to explain himself.

I feel someone staring at the back of my head I look around the car before realizing that the gaze was coming from the back of the squad car. I slowly look over my shoulder at the dark haired man in the back seat. Our eyes meet and I feel my eyes change. Derek blinks in shock as he sits back. I see a flash of light blue in his eyes before I close mine and take a few breaths.

"Get the hell outta here." I hear the Sheriff say to his son.

"Absolutely." He answered as I hear him walk away.

"And take Ty with you." The steps come closer to me.

"You okay?" The concern in Stiles' voice is very clear.

"My eyes changed." I whisper so the Sheriff can't hear me.

"What?"

"I looked at Derek and I felt my eyes change." I clarify.

"Crap." He says. "Okay, I'll help you get to the Jeep. Just look at the ground until we get there." I nod as he leads me by my shoulders to Baby Blue.

"What's going on?" I hear Scott ask.

"See for yourself." Stiles comments. I open my eyes and look up at them. Everything seems so clear. I look at Scott, and I can see his eyes.

"Wow." Scott comments.

"Your eyes are yellow." I say to him. Stiles looks to Scott with confusion.

"Right now, his eyes are normal. They're only yellow when he wolfs out." Stiles corrects me.

"I'm not stupid, Stiles!" I yell at him. "I can see his true eyes." I look between them. "And I saw Derek's too." I turn to the side view mirror on the Jeep. The eyes looking back at me are not my own. They look to be that of an owl's. I blink and see the second eyelid come down before the outside completely closed. I steady my breathing before opening my eyes again. My natural green eyes stare back at me. I turn to my friends and they breathe a sigh of relief.

"Alright, can we get going?" Stiles asks, annoyed. The three of us get in. Stiles drives, Scott's in the passenger seat, and I sit in the back seat. Stiles looks at me through the rearview mirror a few times. I can't tell what he's thinking. Why didn't I tell him myself? Well, I guess I technically did. Then the question I should be asking is why didn't I tell him sooner?

"I can't find anything about using wolfsbane for burial." Scott says, looking at his phone.

"Just keep looking." Stiles insists. "Maybe it's like a ritual or something." I feel a tickle in my nose, but I ignore it as I rub at my nose. "Like, maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's like a special skill. You know, like something you have to learn."

"I'll put it on my to-do list." Scott comments. The tickle in my nose comes back, and I rub my nose to get rid of it again. "Right underneath, 'Figure out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight'."

"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves." Stiles continues.

"Okay, stop it." Scott says in an aggressive tone.

"Stop what?" Stiles asks. Finally the tickle in my nose can't be rubbed away and I let out a sneeze. "Bless you." Stiles says as he looks at me through the rearview mirror.

"Thanks." I say.

"Stop saying 'werewolves'! Stop enjoying this so much!" Scott yells at him.

"Are you okay?" Stiles asks him. I let out another sneeze. "Bless you."

"Ugh." I grunt as I look around in the backseat. Something is making me sneeze like crazy.

"No!" Scott yells. "No I'm not! I'm so far from being okay!"

"You know, you're gonna have to accept this Scott. Sooner or later." Stiles says.

"I can't." Scott says. It sounds like he's in pain. I let out another sneeze.

"Bless you." Stiles says.

"What do you have in here that's making me sneeze?" I ask him.

"I don't know." He answer me

"I can't breathe!" Scott yells out. I sneeze again as Scott tries to steady himself by hitting the roof of the Jeep. Stiles swerves on the road a bit. "Pull over!"

"Why, what's happening?" The driver asks. I see Stiles' backpack sitting on the backseat next to me and behind Scott. I open it ad see something familiar. I take it out of the bag. The rope connected to a purple flower was grasped in my hand.

"You kept it?" I ask before sneezing.

"What was I supposed to do with it?" Stiles asks, trying not to crash Baby Blue. Scott groans in pain.

"Stop the car!" The werewolf yells. Stiles stops the car and I get out immediately. The rope gathered in my hand makes me sneeze again. I use all of my strength to chuck it out into the woods on the side of the road.

"Bless you!" I hear Stiles say again. "Okay, we're good." He says. Both of us turn back to the Jeep. Scott is nowhere to be seen, but the passenger side door falls shut. "Scott." I look at the woods around us.

"Scott!" I yell into the empty tree line. My eyes dart around the trees over and over, trying to find any sign of him. My breathing becomes labored and I fall to my knees. "Scott!" I scream. I feel Stiles try and get me to stand.

"Come on Ty." He says in my ear. "I need to at least get you into the Jeep so we can look for Scott."

"He's my responsibility." I whisper to myself, but Stiles hears me.

"What are you talking about?" He asks as he finally gets me to my feet.

"I'm a Guardian, Stiles." He helps me sit in the back seat with the door open. "I'm supposed to protect my friends."

"I think you're taking the status way too seriously right now." Stiles says as he squats in front of me.

"When am I supposed to take it seriously? When Scott's dead because he ran into whatever turned him?" I ask frantically. Slowly I start to hyperventilate. If Scott dies, then I've failed.

"Hey, hey, calm down." Stiles says. "Deep breaths, Ty." I see black begin to narrow my vision. "No, no, stay awake, Ty. Come on." The black completely envelops my vision.

Stiles POV

"Crap." I catch Ty's body as she falls forward on me. "Come on, Ty." I lift her back up into the backseat and lay her down gently. I put my backpack under her head and bend her knees so I can close the door. "What do I do? What do I do?" I ask myself. I should call Dr. Deaton, maybe dispatch too. Okay the doctor first. I pull out my phone and search my contacts for Dr. Deaton. I find it and hit the call button. It rings a few times with no answer. "Come on, come on." It rings one more time before the other end picks up.

"Stiles?" The doctor answers. "What's wrong?"

"Umm. Well, Ty sort of fainted." I say. "And I don't know what to do."

"Stiles, what happened?" He asks in a harsh tone.

"Scott ran off into the woods, and she said something about him being her responsibility." I answer.

"Okay. Bring her home." He tells me. "I'll take care of her from there."

"Yes sir." I reply before hanging up and calling dispatch. I start driving again as I press the call button. They don't take my call seriously, and they hang up on me. I look into the rearview mirror at Ty's sleeping form. Does she really like me like that? Why didn't she tell me? How could I not notice? Why did Scott know before I did? I look back to the road and speed to her house. I quickly park in front of her house and get out of the car. I open the back door and lift her out of the Jeep carefully. "Come on Ty. Work with me." I am able to get her out by carrying her on my back, like a piggyback ride.

"Stiles." I hear the good doc say as I bring her around the car. "Let me hel-"

"No, I got it." I tell him. "Just show me where you want her to be, and I'll bring her there." He looked at me with a shocked expression.

"Alright, follow me." He says. He leads me into the house and up the stairs. He points into a room; I assume it's hers. I lay her down on her bed as gently as I can. "I can check her vitals. You can go home or go find Scott."

"What? I can't stay here?" I ask him. He looks at me in surprise for a second before changing it to a smile.

"Sure." He gestures to a desk chair, and I walk over and sit in it. I watch as he makes sure Ty's gonna be okay. He stands up with a sigh and turns to me. "She'll be okay. She just had a panic attack. She should wake up soon." He says, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. Her dad left the room and I relaxed a bit. I look at the time on my phone. I have plenty of time before the game. I get bored just sitting in the chair, so I decide to look around her room.

I start with the desk. I don't go through drawers; I just look at the things placed on top. There's a pencil holder with a bunch of mechanical pencils, but there's one regular pencil. It's shorter than the rest of them. I almost didn't see it. I take it out and inspect it. There are bite marks all over it. I would think that's gross but I pause when I see something written on it by the eraser. It's the initials: M.S. written in my dad's handwriting. I remember this pencil. It was when we first met. Second grade. She had forgotten her pencil, and I had tons. I gave her the one I'd been using that day. Why would she keep it? I look over at my friend laying in her bed. I look at the other things on her desk.

A picture frame draws my attention. It's of the three of us: Scott, Ty and me. We were standing in front of Baby Blue, my Jeep. We had gone to our first movie at the theater for it's maiden voyage. I smile at that. I didn't approve the nickname for my Jeep at first, but I've gotten used to it. Taped onto the frame is a ticket stub. I pull it off the frame and flip it over in my hand. It was labeled with a date, and under that it says: Baby Blue, The Nerd, The Dream, and Me. I squint at the words as I try to make sense of them. By process of elimination, that would make me The Dream.

"I always thought that the only way for you and me to have the relationship I wanted us to was in my dreams." I hear Ty's voice. I turn to the bed. She's looking at the ceiling. "I never thought you would ever be interested in me like that."

"Why would you say that?" I ask her.

"Because I saw how you looked at Lydia." She answers. "Every time she walked into the room, your face would light up. Every time you tried to talk to her, you would make a fool of yourself. Every time she ignored you, you were devastated." I feel my eyes water as she explains my whole life since the third grade from her perspective. "I always thought-" I hear her voice crack, holding back a sob. "I always thought one day you'd give up on her and, I don't know, notice how much I like you." I feel a tear fall from one of my eyes. I wipe it away before she notices. "I know. It's so stupid." I watch as a tear falls down the side of her face. I reach out to her and wipe away the tear.

"It's not stupid." I feel my voice quiver slightly. "I'm stupid." She finally looks over at me.

"You're not stupid." She tells me as more tears fall from her eyes.

"Yes. Yes I am, Ty." I admit as I get up from the chair and pace her room. "All this time, I've been chasing something that will never happen." I wipe my face, with my hands, in frustration. "How could I not see it?"

"See what?" She asks me.

"That everything I've been chasing, I already had." That gets a giggle out of her. "What?" I ask.

"Nothing, its just super cheesy." She smiles at me and I smile back as I think about what I had just said.

"I guess it is pretty cheesy," I admit. "But it's the truth." I sit on the edge of her bed and take her left hand in mine. "I don't know how I didn't see it." We sit there, taking in the moment. Suddenly she sits up in bed.

"What time is it?" She asks in a panic. She looks to the window, and it's dark outside. I look at my phone again.

"Crap. I gotta get to the school." I say. I am gonna be so late.

"Can I come?" Ty asks me. I look into her emerald eyes, and how can I say no to her?

"If you're feeling up to it, of course you can come." I answer her. She smiles at me and stands from her bed. She heads downstairs to talk to her dad and I gather myself. Well, everything is out there now. We'll just have to figure out where to go from here. But, we have no time for that. Hopefully, Scott will be at the game. Hopefully, he won't play, but I won't hold my breath. Coach Finstock is pretty set on playing him. I head downstairs and Ty is waiting by the door.

"Let's go." She urges me. I smile and both of us head out to the Jeep. Soon we're on our way to the high school.

A/N: So, can you guess why I like this chapter? I am so happy with this chapter, and I would love to know what you think about it. I cried a bit as i was writing it. Anyways, I can't wait to read your reviews and comments. I'll talk to you in the next chapter.