"Are you sure it was them?" Logan asked slowly after Scott finished telling his tale. The sun was beginning to come up over the surrounding buildings, casting golden light into the apartment.

"Who else could it be?" Derek challenged. "They want you in exchange for Stiles."

"I just can't imagine that Ben and Tommy would do that," Kayla shook her head. "To another werewolf, maybe, but a human?"

"Well, even if it was them," Logan sighed, "they won't hurt him. No matter what, they won't hurt him. It's against the code. They wouldn't dare."

"How can you be sure about that?" Scott challenged. "Stiles is my best friend, and I just got him back. I can't handle losing him again."

"Then what are we going to do?" Argent asked, rubbing his brow wearily. "We can't just hand Kayla and Logan over to them! They'd kill them both on sight."

"Yeah," Logan said quietly, looking down at the floor, his arms folded over his chest. "Yeah they will."

Everyone looked at the eighteen-year-old. For a moment, no one spoke, and then Logan raised his head and looked at his sister.

"Kayla, can I talk to you for a second?" he asked. Kayla nodded slowly, and Logan forced a smile at the others. "We'll be right back."

Kayla followed her brother into the kitchen, out of sight. After a moment, Logan turned and faced her.

"We have to turn ourselves in," he told his sister quietly.

"What?" Kayla stared at him in shock, careful to keep her voice down. "Why? Whatever happens, they won't hurt Stiles."

"No, but if we run, they'll come after the pack," Logan pointed out.

"I can't believe that they'd have changed so much that that would be true," Kayla denied.

"Maybe Tommy and Ben wouldn't," Logan allowed, "but Mr. Ryker? The Gracens? Hell, our parents? They would."

"Yeah, they would..." Kayla admitted. "But...we can't just...after everything we've done, after everything we've been through...this can't be it. This can't be all there is."

"We can't run, Kay," Logan said sympathetically. "If we do, they'll die. Scott, Derek, the rest of the pack...every werewolf in this town will be hunted down and killed for helping us. I can't live with that on my conscience; can you?"

"No," Kayla sighed, crossing her arms and shifting her feet. "I just...I don't want to die, Logan..."

"I know," Logan rubbed his weary eyes absently. "Believe me, I know. I don't want to die, either. But I'm tired of running, too. And this is the only way we're ever really going to be able to stop."

Kayla hesitated, staring at the floor. Finally, she nodded. "Okay," she agreed. "Okay. You're right...Let's go tell the others."

"Hey," Logan reached out and stopped her, then pulled her into a tight hug, which she quickly reciprocated. "Thanks for running with me."

"Thanks for not shooting me," Kayla mumbled into his shoulder. Logan chuckled sadly, then finally peeled himself away from her.

"Let's go."

Together, the twins walked back out to the living room, where Scott, Derek, and Argent were talking urgently to each other.

"Guys," Logan spoke up, getting their attention. "We, ah...we've decided to—"

"We know," Derek cut him off. "And it's not happening."

"Okay, one, listening in? Not cool," Kayla snapped. "And two, this is the only way to do this where no one gets hurt."

"Except you," Scott argued. "I'm not sending you off to your deaths."

"You're not," Logan insisted. "It's our decision. If we don't do this, we'll always be running, and we've been running for way too long. We're tired, and we want this to be over."

"We can find another way," Argent jumped in.

"Oh, come on, Mr. Argent," Kayla scoffed. "You know them; you know they'll never give up. And you know that if we run, they'll come after every werewolf in this town. There is no other way."

"Yes, there is," Scott wouldn't let it go; he seemed determined to fight for the two runaways, even if they refused to fight for themselves. "I don't know what it is, but there has to be another way. You're not going to die. Not while I'm still here."

"You don't even know us," Logan growled, frustrated.

"So what?" Scott shot back. "I know you don't deserve to die."

"It's not your decision," Kayla said irritably. "You're not our alpha; you can't stop us. Look, Scott, we appreciate everything you've done for us—you know, saving our lives and all—but we just want to stop running, and this is how it's going to happen."

"We can talk to them," Derek spoke up. "We can try and make them see your side, make them see that you're not the monsters they think you are. We can change them."

"Even if Tommy and Ben let us go, our families wouldn't," Logan shook his head dismissively. "And if the families found out that they let us walk...I don't even want to think about what would happen to them."

"They're right, there," Argent allowed, addressing Scott. "The Holbrooks, Gracens, and Rykers are much stricter than I am in following their code. Letting them go would warrant incredibly harsh punishments; they may even be killed. It's part of the reason we moved out to California; we didn't want Allison to be around that."

"Yeah," Kayla nodded. "Us running would be one thing, but letting us go? Mr. Ryker would shoot Tommy himself."

"Come on," Derek didn't sound convinced. "He wouldn't shoot his own son."

"Actually..." Argent's voice betrayed his doubts. "I never much liked Kyle Ryker. He always took a little too much pleasure in what he did. His own wife was afraid of him sometimes, never mind Tommy. Victoria was always arranging for Tommy and Ben to stay over with Allison, especially after a hunt went bad. Kyle Ryker and Sarah Gracen were the most ruthless people I'd ever met. If not for Kyle's wife and Sarah's husband, I don't even want to know what would have happened to them."

"Wow," Derek mumbled quietly. "Nice friends you've got there."

"Our parents were nice," Kayla offered quietly.

"Yeah," Argent smiled slightly, reminiscing. "Yeah, they were. They were strict, but they were fair. They were Kyle and Sarah's voice of reason, the only two that were just as strong willed as they were who could challenge them."

"But we're not going to be dealing with our parents," Logan spoke up. "Our parents couldn't handle killing us themselves, and as much as Tommy thinks he's in control, I'm sure that at the very least Mr. Ryker is going to show up before long. It's too risky; this is the only way. Look, guys, we're sorry. We appreciate what you've done, but we just want this to be over. No more running."

"Guys, you don't have to do this," Scott implored. "Really, we can find another way."

"We don't want another way," Kayla insisted gently. "We've made our decision. All we need from you is someone to take Stiles back."

The three pack members exchanged glances, knowing that they couldn't change the twins' minds. The only thing they could do was try and help them as best they could. So, hesitantly, they nodded in agreement.

"Fine," Scott allowed at last. "But you're not going alone. I'm bringing my pack. And if I see another way out, I'm taking it, and you have to go with it. Deal?"

Kayla and Logan let out sighs of relief, and nodded before they spoke in unison, "Deal."

Wow. Okay. This took a really long time to post. Sorry, guys. The last 3 days have been nuts. For two of them, I was at orientation all day (IN THE BLISTERING HEAT), and then yesterday I was supposed to get home at 2 PM and ended up getting home at 7 PM. So I was exhausted. And angry. Because I HATE flying. Anyway. I wrote most of this at the airport (My SECOND airport of the day) and finished it up today. I hope you enjoy, and I really hope that you guys leave just a quick review; it would make the hell of the last few days worth it. Thanks for reading! ~Alyssa