Oh mah lawrd! Here's is that chapter I said was going to be long...I wasn't lying. This was rather fun to write too. There will be some language change in this chapter. I'll have the translation at the bottom. I hope you enjoy reading and let me know if I've missed anything.
TW- Post S5 DP-Pre PP. Rated M to make sure.
Danny flew through the cool night air scanning the forest for any hint of glowing green animals. So far, he'd found nothing. The night was quiet and calm with a few clouds here and there. He'd started at the edge of the forest line and flew back and forth trying to find any hint of Vlad's crazed animals. Some part of him was disappointed to find nothing, the other was grateful for the lack of ghosts.
Lowering into the forest, Danny casually weaved through the trees. As he flew he passed a few startled deer, saw an owl fly off, and a coyote scamper by. Having spent a while patrolling, Danny made it to a clearing where a large stump sat. He landed near the stump and admired it.
"Woah." Danny whispered in amazement.
This was the largest tree stump he'd ever seen and could only imagine just how large the tree itself had once been. He walked up to the stump and ran his fingers over the many rings. It'd been an old tree for sure and Danny could just hear Sam fussing about how wrong it was that they had downed such a tree. Smiling at the thought of his friends protest of the act, Danny hopped up on the stump and sat down.
Resting his head in his hand, he sat cross legged, thinking of his current predicament. It was only a matter of time before Stiles' father found him in the missing persons database, if he hadn't already. Which meant he would have to make a run for it again, and soon. Danny sighed heavily. He was tired of running if he was honest with himself. Some part of him still feared going back and having to face his sister and even his friends.
It'd been his fault they'd all gotten hurt. Part of him had blamed Plasmius for what had happened, but now he felt like it was more his fault. Sure, he and Vlad had been fighting, but if he'd been paying more attention to where his friends and sister were, maybe…
Danny growled at himself as he shook his head. "No," Danny thought. Not being in Amity was for the best. It meant less fights with Vlad or any other ghost, in turn the town and its people would not get hurt. But Danny so missed his family and friends.
A scream rang out through the woods, breaking the silence. Danny's head snapped up at the sound as he began to hover, turning in every direction trying to figure out where the scream had come from. Closing his eyes and listening to the woods, Danny heard another scream from his right. Wasting no time, Danny sped off in that direction intent on finding the distressed person.
As Danny weaved between the trees, even phasing through some, he finally made it to a clearing where a camping tent had been set up. On the ground struggling against two glowing green wolves, was the camper. Danny yelled as he dove into the fray, firing ecto blasts at the creatures. The wolves yelped and ran off into the woods as Danny landed near the injured man.
Kneeling to look closer at the camper, Danny could see deep bite marks and cuts, as the man's blood began to soak the ground.
"Oh man, oh man!" Danny said as his hands hovered over the camper.
Danny's eyes darted around the campsite trying to find anything that could be used to help. Finally spotting a duffle bag, Danny raced to the bag and brought it back. The camper was weak, and seemed to be only half conscious. Pulling things from the bag, Danny found a large towel and began to rip it into strips.
"Hang on man, just hang on!" he called out to the camper.
Danny wrapped the strips around some of the larger wounds, but he could already tell this man needed real medical help if he was going to survive. Slight panic began to set in as he struggled to keep up with various wounds. Growls at the edge of the clearing alerted Danny to the return of the ghost wolves.
"Ah crud." Danny grumbled.
Keeping pressure on the of the deeper wounds with one hand Danny used his other to fire off ecto blasts to keep the wolves away. He could see them circling the clearing, dodging his blasts as they growled and licked their chops.
"I can't keep doing this." Danny said as he readied another blast.
Danny could hear one wolf running up from behind him. Danny ducked, using his body to guard the camper as the wolf jumped over them. Unable to keep track of the wolves anymore, Danny formed a domed shield around him and the camper. Despite the shield, Danny knew he could only hold it long enough to get the camper out of danger. One after another, the wolves charged the shield, slamming against the dome. The sound of something cracking caught Danny's attention as he saw a crack form in the shield.
"HELP!" Danny cried out. "HEY!"
Scott and his friends walked cautiously through the woods, their senses on high. Red, blue, and gold eyes glowed in the dark as they scanned the trees for anything out of the normal.
"Man must be nice not tripping over a branch every five seconds." Stiles called up.
"Then why not use your phone?" Liam asked as he looked back.
"I would, if it wasn't dead." Stiles growled back.
"Why didn't you charge your phone?" Lydia asked, baffled that he hadn't done so.
"I thought I was, seems my cord is striped and the damn thing never charged."
"Bad timing." Malia said.
"Oh for…" Lydia stopped and began to dig through her mini backpack.
The group stopped and watched as she produced a battery pack and cord. She shoved the device into Stiles' hands and then continued through the woods.
"Th…thanks." Stiles stammered.
Scott laughed at him, and thanks Lydia as she passed him. Hayden followed behind her when the two girls stopped.
"Scott!" Hayden called back.
Hearing the urgency in her call, Scott quickly walked up to the girls.
"What's wrong?"
He could see the worry in Hayden's face as she watched Lydia. That's when he noticed the look of distraught on his friends face.
"Lydia. Lydia what is it?" he called to her.
Lydia, whose breathing began to pick up, looked panicked as her eyes stared off into nothing. The once quiet woods were now drowned with the sound snarling animals, growls, and the horrified screams of someone.
"I can hear them." She spoked softly her voice shaky.
"Who Lydia?" Stiles said coming up behind her.
The group by now knew what was happening. Lydia's banshee abilities had kicked in, which meant something was going to happen.
"Oh god, they're everywhere." Tears began to fall as her body began to shake.
"Lydia…" Stiles reached for the red head only to grab empty air.
Lydia ran through the woods, guided simply by feeling. Behind her, Scott and the group kept up with her. She looked around franticly, trying to figure out where this feeling was taking her. She finally stopped, gasping for breath, in an all too familiar clearing.
"The Nemeton." Scott breathed.
Why had she run to this cursed tree? The group gathered around their banshee as she leaned on the tree. Lydia finally straightened up and looked around her.
"I can still hear them, but it's not as loud. I wanted to scream before."
"And now?" Malia asked.
"I don't know, but if we don't hurry someone is going to die." Lydia said desperately.
The group stood in the Nemeton's clearing looking around, trying to figure out where to go next. A cry deep in the woods was their answer. As one they moved, running in the direction the cry had come from. Trees flew past them as they weaved their way through the forest.
The closer they came the louder the cries, accompanied by guttural growls. At some point in their run, Scott, Malia, Liam, and Hayden had shifted ready to take on whatever came their way. Breaking through the tree line, the group of teens were greeted with the site of a glowing green dome surrounded by green wolves.
They watched as the wolves slammed themselves against the dome trying to break through it. The dome itself was starting to crack against their assault, and that's when Scott notice who was under it. Huddled over another person was the ghost kid he, Liam, and Hayden had seen in the woods before.
"Oh! What are those?!" Stiles cried out.
"They're ghosts, some of the ones we encountered before." Hayden supplied.
"Scott, what can we do? The last time we went against these things, we didn't really do much." Liam growled out.
Lydia, who seemed to be unfazed by the sight before her squared her shoulders and walked further into the clearing.
"Lydia what is it?" Scott asked staying beside her.
"I can get them away." She said breathlessly.
It was all Scott needed to hear to understand what she was going to do.
"Kid, brace yourself!" was the only warning Scott could get out. Some part of him really hoped the ghost kids shield would hold.
Backing away from Lydia some, Scott covered his ears just in time for a loud shrieking scream to ring throughout the woods. The wolves who had been so focused on the dome, whined and howled as they seemed to dissolve into puddles of green goop. Lydia stopped her scream and gasped as she caught her breath.
The clearing was deadly quiet as the group regained their senses. The glowing green dome that shielded Danny and the camper seemed to crumble like a sand castle as Scott quickly approached. For a brief moment, Scott was afraid the ghost kid had been hurt by Lydia's scream. A cough and groan from the glowing kid, reassured Scott that he was okay.
Danny lifted himself up off the camper and groaned.
"So that's what it feels like." He mumbled.
Shifting away from the camper some, Danny could see he was unconscious, but still breathing. A warm hand on his shoulder made Danny jump some as he turned to see who it was. A worried Scott looked at Danny and then at the camper.
"He was attacked by those wolves." Danny said, keeping pressure on one of the deeper wounds.
"Stiles!" Scott called back to his friend.
Stiles and Lydia rushed to Scott and quickly acted. Liam, Hayden, and Malia stood around the small group keeping guard just in case anything else came their way.
"Uh, jeez. Okay, Okay." Stiles stammered taking in the sight before him.
"Lydia call my dad. Scott, we need to get him to the hospital now if he's going to have a chance." Stiles said.
Lydia had scrambled for her phone was soon speaking with the Sheriff.
"Stiles!" Lydia shoved the phone into his hands.
"Hey dad…..Look you can yell at me later, but right now you got to listen….Dad I know, but meet us at the hospital. We've got an injured camper…..I get that! Look we'll explain everything there, but we're taking him now. Let the hospital know we're coming!"
Swiftly hanging up, Stiles looked around the clearing.
"Scott, get his sleeping bag! We'll use that to get him out of here."
"I can help!" Danny spoke up. "I can at least do basic first aid and bandage what I can."
"Maybe this guy brought a medical kit." Stiles said as he scrambled through the camp site.
"Ah!" came his cry of success as he dragged a small medical kit out of the partly collapsed tent.
"I can help too." Lydia said as she grabbed some of the supplies. Danny said nothing as the two began to wrap some of the larger wounds.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Lydia said as she looked up at Danny.
"What?!" Danny said looking over the camper, fearful that something was happening to him.
"Your ears." Lydia said as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks.
Danny touched the side of his head and looked at his hand. Green splotches stained his white gloves. Lydia knew the ghost boy's ears were bleeding because of her.
"I'm sorry." She said again as she finished her aid on the camper.
"Don't worry about it. I'll heal, let's just worry about him for now." Danny finished his aid and turned to Scott, just as Liam cried out.
"Guys we've got incoming! Hurry up!"
"Scott, take the camper and get him to the hospital. Let me deal with those things," Danny ordered Scott.
Scott nodded, his face set with determination. Calling his other friends over, they placed the injured camper in his sleeping bag and picked him up.
"Be careful!" Scott called back to Danny.
Looking back at the werewolves, Danny smirked.
"Tell that to them." He jabbed his thumb in the direction of the ghost animals. "Now go!"
Scott gave one last look to the ghost kid before dashing off after his friends. In no time, he and his pack had reached their vehicles and rushed to get the camper into one of them.
"Put him in my car!" Lydia yelled as she ran to the driver's side of the car.
"Liam, Hayden go with her. Stiles and I will be right behind you." Scott cried out as he and Stiles rushed to jeep.
Melissa sat behind the emergency room desk looking over patient papers and trying to stay awake when the phone rang.
"Beacon Hills Emergency Room." She answered.
"Melissa, it's John. I'm giving you a heads up, Stiles called about an injured camper they found out in the woods. They're on their way to you now." the Sheriff said quickly. "I'll be there soon to assess what's going on as well."
"Got it." Melissa said before the line went dead.
Looking around her, Melissa, hanging the phone up, took a deep breath to calm herself before the chaos that was about to be unleashed. Picking up the phone and hit the numbers for the intercom, Melissa began to sound off orders.
"Attention staff we have an inbound code blue. Repeat inbound code blue."
It was like a switch had been turned, the once relatively calm emergency room erupted into a mass of movement and noise. No sooner had she made the announcement, Melissa saw the doors to the emergency room burst open.
"Mom!" Scott called out as he, Liam, and Stiles carried in a weighed down sleeping bag.
"Bring him here!" Melissa said as she directed the teens.
They lifted the injured camper onto a stretcher and watched as a group nurses wheeled him off.
"Scott, you guys need to stay here and wait for the Sheriff, I'm going to go help them." Melissa said as she raced off to help.
Catching their breath, the group of teens moved off to the side waiting room and waited for the Sheriff. Lydia, Malia, and Hayden soon joined them as they sat, the sounds of nurses and doctors scrambling here and there filled the halls.
"Scott, your bike." Liam said.
"I'll get it later." He replied calmly.
"I hope he makes it." Hayden said sadly.
"We've done all we can to help him. It's up to the staff now." Lydia reassured her.
They only had to wait a few minutes before Sheriff John Stilinski made it to the hospital. Seeing the teens, he made his way over to them and sighed heavily.
"Not that I'm not grateful, but do I want to know how you found this guy?"
Stiles stood up and faced his father.
"You want the book version or the real version?"
"Both." Stilinski said.
The teens explained everything to him, laying out exactly what had happened.
"So, this ghost kid was there. Is he the cause for all this?"
"I don't think so." Scott supplied.
"He was protecting the camper, not hurting him." Malia said.
"Fine. Now what am I going to put into the books?"
Lydia stepped up and laid out the story.
"We were going to the bluff to look at the stars and hang out, when we heard a cry and went to investigate. That's when we saw the camper, chased off the coyotes, and brought him here."
Malia glared at the red head next to her.
"What, there are no wolves in California."
"Fine." Malia said as she crossed her arms.
"Alright, that's plausible. I'm going to catch up with the doctors and check on our campers' condition. You lot, go home." John said pointing at the teens.
Once the Sheriff had left, the group sorted out how they would each get back to their cars.
"I'll take Liam, Hayden, and Malia back to the preserve so they can get their cars. Let me know how the camper turns out." Lydia directed as Scott.
"I will. Me and Stiles are going to stick around until we find out. You guys drive safe."
With final good-byes, Scott and Stiles sat in the waiting room. The two friends waited and waited, until Stiles had at one point fallen asleep in his chair. Scott was slowly nodding off as well when a whispered voice woke him.
"Hey."
Scott jumped slightly looking for the source of the voice. Save for himself and Stiles, the waiting room was empty.
"Sorry, didn't mean scare you." Came the voice again. "Don't freak, but I'm going to show myself. Okay?"
Continuing to look around for the source of the voice, Scott nodded. On Scott's right the figure of the ghost kid seemed to fade into existence. Taking a step away from him, Scott faced the ghostly figure. Danny floated just a few inches off the floor, his eyes tired as he scanned the emergency room hallway.
"How is he? The camper?" Danny asked.
"We don't know yet, but I think that bandaging you did before helped." Scott said trying to reassure him.
"Yeah." Danny said looking down at the floor.
Scott was about to speak when the sound of footsteps coming closer reached his ears. Turning to ghost next to him he whispered quickly.
"Hide."
In an instant Danny was gone from view, just in time as Scott's mom rounded the corner. With an exhausted sigh, Melissa walked into the room as she removed a surgical mask.
"Alright boys," she announced.
Stiles jumped at the sudden sound and stood up quickly. He shook his head for a moment, clearing his vison as he finally focused on her.
"Yup, yup. I'm good. What happen?"
Melissa smirked at the young teen, but sobered as she delivered the news.
"That camper owes you his life. He was severely injured, multiple laceration to his arms, chest, and legs. It took three transfusions to get his blood pressure stable. He's headed in for surgery now, but he'll make it."
A weight seemed to have lifted. The good news was a relief to everyone, including Danny.
"The Sheriff will be going out to the camp sight to find any identification for this guy." Melissa informed them.
"And I'm going to need you boys to take me there." The Sheriff said as he walked by the room.
"Oh…oh okay." Stiles stammered as he followed his dad outside.
Melissa watched for a moment before turning back to her son.
"Keep them safe, if whatever got that camper is still out there then you need to be ready." She warned.
"I know mom," Scott leaned into his mom and hugged her tightly. "We'll be careful."
With his reassurance, Melissa smiled at her son and left to return to work. Scott watched her leave as Danny reappeared next to him.
"I'm glad that camper will be okay." Danny sighed. "Also, you don't have to worry. I chased those things out for now, but if you want I can follow behind you guys to make sure." He offered.
Turning to talk Scott noticed bright green wound on the ghost's upper right arm. Green blood slowly oozed from the cuts, which looked like claw marks.
"Your arm." Scott pointed out.
Looking at his injured arm Danny shrugged it off.
"Yeah. One of those things got a swipe on me. It'll be fine later."
Looking around him, Scott began walking to the hallway.
"Hey follow me. Let me at least wrap it up." He offered.
Danny floated, staring the older teen down, before sighing and giving in.
"Fine, I'm going to be invisible."
Nodding in understanding Scott began to make his way down the hall, when Stiles rushed up to him.
"Scott! Buddy, where you going? Dad needs us to show him where that camp sight is."
"I know, but that ghost kid needs my help with something." Scott said.
"Wait. What ghost kid?"
Just as Stiles asked Danny materialized next to Scott and grinned a goofy smile.
"Hey." Danny waved.
With a startled stammer, Stiles back pedaled from the sudden appearance. He stared in disbelief at the floating teen before him and looked to Scott.
"Ghost…kid?" he stammered.
Scott nodded and looked into the room they were near and motioned for the other two to follow him.
"Stiles, see if you can find some cleaning and bandage material from a nurse's cart real quick." Scott directed.
"Right. Why?" Stiles asked closing the door behind him.
"Yeah, sorry. I got hurt fighting those ghost animals. I told him I'd be fine, but he wants to patch me." Danny said sitting on the bed.
"Okay then." And with that statement Stiles left in a flurry of flailing limbs.
"He always like that?" Danny asked.
Scott smiled and laughed some.
"When it comes to new things sometimes."
The sound of the door opening and closing quickly announced the return of the other teen. In his arms were two bundles of gauze, some cotton balls, tape, and a bottle of peroxide.
"Here." He said placing the items on a nearby counter.
"Thanks." Scott said.
Taking one of the cotton balls and wetting it with the peroxide, Scott began to clean Danny's cut. The younger teen hissed softly, trying to hide his discomfort.
"Sorry. Didn't think this stuff would work on ghosts." Scott admitted.
"Nope, it still works…for some of us anyway." Danny said cryptically.
"So, you're the one Scott said helped him the other night." Stiles said, trying to start a conversation.
"Yep."
"Thanks for helping my friends." Stiles said seriously.
Caught off guard by the older teens sincerity Danny stared before stammering out a reply.
"No…no problem."
Scott, ripping off two pieces of tape, finished his bandaging and stood back.
"Done." He announced.
Danny, moving his arm around so he could see better, stood up.
"Thanks. Well, I'm glad you all made it out safe and that the camper will make it too. Since you'll be going back into the woods, I'll follow ahead to make sure those creatures don't bother you. You know, just in case."
Floating up some Danny faced the two older teens.
"Thanks for the help again." And as before he faded from view, leaving Scott and Stiles in a quiet room.
"Well, that was…interesting." Stiles said. "Come on. Dad's waiting on us."
The two cleaned up what mess there was and left the room, making sure no one saw them. They began to make their way toward the exit when a scream rang out through the halls.
"Oh, come on!" Stiles exclaimed.
Scott, whose claws were out and ready, spun around to figure out what was going on. He watched as a nurse ran past him, followed by a large and looming figure.
"Scott…" Stiles called out to him.
The figure at the end of the hall was massive and glowing faintly. It crawled along the floor sniffing before rising and sniffing the air when it finally set its sights on Scott. It stopped a few steps away from the two teens as it stared them down. Green eyes stared at them from under a hoodie, the muzzle of a wolf stuck out baring fangs as it growled.
Scott stared back, his eyes flashing ruby red as he ready for whatever may happen. The figure seemed surprised as it stared at Scott, and straightened. Removing his hood Wulf cocked his head to the side.
"Alfa."
Scott and Stiles stared in disbelief at the giant werewolf before them.
"Did that thing just speak?" Stiles whispered hoarsely.
"Yeah, it did."
"Alfa, pardoni mia entrudigo. Mi estas Wulf. Mi sercas miajn amiko, Phantom." Wulf said, holding up his hands.
Scott stared at the ghostly werewolf and shook his head.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand you."
The larger werewolf sighed, the action filled with frustration.
"Mia…Me…My….Friend…I…look." he struggled to get out.
"You're looking for a friend." Stiles repeated back.
"Jes." Wulf said.
"Who?" Scott asked.
"Phantom."
Scott thought for a moment, he'd heard that phrase used before to describe something or someone.
"You mean that ghost kid?" Scott asked as it finally dawned on him.
"Jes." Wulf replied excitedly. "Vi havi vidis lim?"
"His name is Phantom?" Stiles asked.
"Jes, kie li estas?" Wulf asked again.
"I'm sorry, we don't understand you."
With a frustrated growl and a roll of his eyes, Wulf began to float.
"Mi ne havas tempon por tio." With a quick swoop into the air, the ghost dived for the ground and was gone.
Scott and Stiles stood in the empty hallway and looked at each other, confused about what had just happened.
"What was that all about and what they heck language was that?" Stiles asked.
"I don't know."
By the time Danny had made it back to the McCall house the sun was just starting to peek over the tree line. Stifling a yawn, he checked Scott's room to make sure he'd made it back before either he or Melissa had returned. Taking a moment to rest, Danny sat at the kitchen table and laid he head on his uninjured arm.
"What a night." He grumbled.
He'd kept to his word and had followed Scott and the Sheriff in the woods, making sure none of the ghost animals reappeared. They had stayed for the whole night, looking over the scene. Danny watched as they bagged and collected what evidence they needed. It had been exhausting and he was sure at one point he'd fallen asleep in the tree he was hiding in.
"Not much of sleep though." He said to himself.
Getting up from his seat, Danny made his way into the kitchen and began to look through the fridge. The sound of the side kitchen door opening got his attention as he continued to look for something to eat. Thinking it was Scott or Melissa, Danny began to talk.
"Morning, I didn't sleep well so I'm going to grab something to eat and then head back to bed."
Finally grabbing a yogurt, Danny closed the fridge door only to be greeted by glowing red eyes. Gasping and dropping the snack, Danny backed away. There smiling an evil grin stood Melissa, a large frying pan in hand.
"Don't worry. I'll help you get some sleep."
Faster than Danny could react, the frypan was swung at him, making contact with his head. With a resounding clang, Danny collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Cackling, Not-Melissa placed the frying pan down.
"Finally! Now to tie the brat up and get him back. I was starting to get tired of this mess too. He better pay me double after all this."
Not-Melissa began to look around for something to tie Danny up with. Ripping a lamp cord out, they began to wrap it around Danny's legs, just as the front door opened. Scott, taking his helmet off and yawning spoke up.
"Mom, didn't know you were getting…off…." He froze at the sight before him.
Danny laying on the floor, a small stream of blood dripping down his forehead. His mother, whose eyes glowed a pupil-less red, in the process of tying the younger teen up.
"What the hell!?" Scott roared.
Not-Melissa stood up straight and sneered at Scott.
"Now, now watch your language young man."
"Who are you?" Scott yelled.
"Hmph, how rude. That's no way to speak to your mother." Not-Melissa scolded.
"Who or whatever you are, you are not my mom!" unable to control his anger, Scott's eyes flared red as a growl escaped when he spoke.
Not-Melissa's eyes widened, before she sneered.
"You're being very disrespectful to mommy dearest. Let's fix that!"
Scott was just barely able to react in time, as she lunged at him. A shoving match soon ensued as Scott fought his mother off. Hands locked, Scott struggled to push back, as his knees began to buckle.
"What's wrong honey? Don't you want a hug?" Not-Melissa mocked.
Scott growled, fighting back his transformation. He didn't want to risk hurting his mom, but was losing the strength to keep the thing before him back. Just as he was about to collapse, a loud clang rang out, just as Melissa body went limp and fell.
"Mom!" he cried out.
Scott caught his mom and adjusted her in his arms. Looking up to see what had happened, Scott saw Danny standing, a frying pan in hand.
"That's…not…. your…mom."
Danny swayed on his feet as he lost his grip on the pan and soon collapsed.
So if you remember Wulf speaks Esporanto. So after some looking up I was able to get the language down...sort of. Below, in order, are the translations.
-Alpha
-Alpha, pardon my intrusion. I am Wulf. I am looking for my friend, Phantom.
-Yes.
-Yes. Have you seen him?
-Where is he?
-I don't have time for this.