Chapter 10, yay! It's a shorter chapter, I know, but I wanted to get it out to you guys before I had to go to bed. So real quick, in case you aren't reading my other TW story, Waiting for Batman, I plan on uploading Just Enough Time chapters on Tuesdays, then Waiting for Batman will be uploaded on Saturday. If you haven't already seen my other story, go check it out! I explained in that one that I wanted to wait till the end of the season to figure out what I wanted to do with this series before I went any farther. Well the season finale has been aired, I've seen it, and I know how this story is going to end. Sadly, I also know how many chapters there are going to be, and after this one here, there are only four more to go. Possibly five, if chapter 14 gets waaaay too long. But most likely, there will be just 14. So, while you wonder how this story will end, go read the new chapter, then go check out Waiting for Batman if you haven't read it already! Oh, and leave a review if you're excited for the return of JET!

As soon as Allison's car had neared a stop in the parking lot just outside of the animal clinic, I was out the door and sprinting inside. I'd leaped over the half wall that separated the sitting area from the back of the clinic, skidding to a halt as I entered the main operating room. Scott was sitting on the operating table, a katana protruding from his abdomen, but when my eyes landed on the collapsed Stiles, my heart had nearly stopped.

"Stiles!" I cried, rushing to him. A hand on my arm stopped me, causing me to turn to look at the man who'd taken a hold of my arm.

Scott and Stiles had mentioned Dr. Deaton, a druid who'd helped them since Scott had been bitten, but I'd never yet met the man himself. I looked at him now and frowned, ready to snap at him for holding me back.

"I've merely poisoned the fox, Stiles is fine." His words instantly calmed me and I nodded slowly. "But right now Scott needs our help."

My eyes moved to Scott, who was breathing heavily as he watched us with a hint of worry in his eyes. I swallowed and nodded, moving to Scott's side as soon as Deaton had let go of my arm. Deaton moved to stand in front of Scott, carefully gripping the katana with one hand, the other on Scott's shoulder.

"Ready?" Deaton asked as I placed my hand on Scott's back, fingers just a hair's breath away from the blade of the katana protruding through his lower back. Scott nodded once, jaw set as he readied himself for the pain.

Scott cried out in pain when Deaton swiftly removed the black blade from his abdomen. As soon as the katana had been fully removed, I started chanting healing spells under my breath. Stab wounds to the abdomen, even on werewolves, were never a good thing. The spells I cast on Scott's bleeding wound would help him to heal faster, especially when it came to his internal organs.

Scott cried out again as I head a door close in the distance, my spells coming to a stop. I knew the young alpha felt pain as his wound healed faster than it normally would, even with his speedy recovery skills. "Just hold on for a few more moments Scott, it's almost done." Deaton said, holding onto the boy's shoulders to keep him up. The katana was laying on the table next to Scott.

I pulled my hand away, taking a step back. Scott's blood was on my hands as I turned back to where Stiles lay, catching sight of Lydia and Allison coming into the back room out of the corner of my eye. I knelt down, turning Stiles onto his back. The blood on my hands stained his shirt, but I doubted he'd really care.

I must have been watching him for longer than I'd thought, for soon Allison was kneeling next to me, offering me a damp towel. "Clean up," was her soft demand. I offered a small smile as I took it from her, wiping the red blood from my fingers and palms. Once my hands were clean, I handed Allison back the towel before turning to Stiles again. As she stood, I reached over to run my fingers through his hair gently.

"I'm so glad you're okay." I whispered softly, knowing only Scott would be able to hear my quiet words.

"Hey."

I looked up to see the werewolf kneeling next to me. He smiled grimly, and I quickly assumed he was now fully healed. "Hey." I said softly.

"Deaton's cleaning off the operating table. Think you can help me get Stiles onto it once he's done?" Scott asked, glancing at his unconscious friend.

"Course." I answered, my eyes going to Stiles as well. "Scott…"

"Hmm?" He turned to look at me again, and after a moment, I met his gaze.

"He's going to be okay, right?"

Scott looked at me for a long, silent moment before he ducked his head, letting out a sigh. "I don't know."

I nodded, looking down.

"We'll think of something."

After an hour, Stiles still hadn't woken. Deaton said it would be alright, that Stiles was just waking up again, and it might take some time for him to be able to be fully conscious, since the Nogitsune had suppressed him for a few days. If the Nogitsune had been in power over Stiles for more than a week or two, it could take Stiles days.

So I waited, never leaving his side.

Allison and Lydia left after they found out everyone was alright, I silently swore to them that I wouldn't breath a word about Peter being a father until they thought it was time. Scott was hesitant to leave as well, but after some time, he agreed to bring Kira home, since Deaton and I were both staying to watch over Stiles.

Deaton had left the room to deal with some things, but only after I promised to call for him if Stiles woke. He wanted to be certain the Letharia Vulpina worked on the Nogitsune, allowing the real Stiles to shine through. I was looking down at Stiles' sleeping face, running my fingers through his hair gently.

"Wake up Stiles." I whispered, ignoring my phone as it vibrated once in my pocket. It was likely just Derek, and if I didn't respond, he'd probably call Scott to see how things were going.

It took Stiles another half hour to open his eyes, gasping slightly as he shot up. I had just started to doze off, physically and emotionally drained, but the sound of him waking snapped me back into full consciousness. When I saw him sitting up, I launched myself at him, hugging him tight.

"Ah, Lani, can't breathe." He groaned, forcing me to release him. I pulled back, cupping his cheek in one hand as I stared into his eyes, those bright, amber eyes.

"It's you right?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He nodded slowly, pulling me into a hug, which I returned eagerly, though was careful not to crush him again.

Reluctantly, I pulled away again, calling for Deaton. The older man walked into the operation room where Stiles and I were, his eyes trained on Stiles. The druid made quick work of assuring that Stiles was truly himself again, finally giving us a moment to ourselves about twenty minutes later.

I sat on the table next to Stiles, my hands folded in my lap. Out elbows were barely touching as we sat in silence for a few moments now that we were alone.

"How much do you remember of the past few days?" I asked, turning my head to look at him.

He swallowed nervously, looking at me. "Are you okay?" He asked, frowning. "I mean, you were chained up in that basement for…days."

"A little malnourished, but I'm going to be okay." I said, taking his hands in mine when he winced. "That wasn't you Stiles, that was the Nogitsune. I'm okay. I'm here and I'm alive, you don't have to feel guilty."

He sighed, shaking his head. "Coach got shot with an arrow." He pointed out. "You know, I've always wondered why I couldn't be special, like you or Scott or Kira or even Allison. Now, I don't want it so much."

"Oh Stiles, you are special." I told him, reaching up to cup his cheek in one hand. "You're more special than you know."

He scoffed, looking down. "Yeah, I'm a monster."

"No, you're Stiles Stilinski." I told him, tilting his head up to force him to meet my steady gaze. "You're you, the you I love."

Stiles blushed at my words. "Love? You barely know me."

I smiled sadly, shaking my head. "Stiles, when we first met, did you feel a tug, like a string was wrapped around something inside you, pulling you towards me?" I asked.

He blinked, nodding slightly.

"I felt the same way, and I've been falling in love with you from the moment I laid eyes on you." I told him, hesitating now. "What do you know about androgynous souls?"

"About what?" He asked, confusion clear on his features.

I chuckled softly. "Androgynous souls." I repeated, smiling softly. "It's the original term for soul mates." His eyes widened at that, and before he could speak, I told him what the Nogitsune had told me, what I'd learned about what Stiles and I meant to one another. "So you see, I don't barely know you. Somewhere, deep in our souls, we've known each other since the very beginning." I told him.

Stiles gulped nervously, pulling back slightly as he watched me with worried eyes. "You need to go to San Francisco." He said suddenly, causing my eyes to widen.

"Excuse me?"

"Go back to your dad Lani, you'll be safe there." He said, taking my hands in his. "I don't know what the Nogitsune has planned, but if it means you end up dead because of me, than you need to leave, get as far from me as you possibly can and don't come back until Derek or I call you and say things have settled down again."

I shook my head, pulling my hands from his grip. "I'm not leaving Stiles, nothing you say or do will make me leave you when things are this dangerous."

"The fact that things are so dangerous is why you should leave!" He told me, looking at me desperately. Stiles was practically begging me now, but we both knew I wasn't going to listen.

I reached up, cupping his face in both my hands. "Stiles, I have fallen so fast and so hard, you'd have to drag me kicking and screaming and lock me in a padded cell to keep me away from you at this point." I told him, my gaze boring into his. "It scares the hell out of me, it does, but I'm not going to fool myself. I'm staying, and that's final."

He sighed and nodded, leaning in to kiss me. I kissed back, my fingers sliding into his hair, gripping it lightly. We continued to kiss, one of his arms wrapping around me to pull me closer to him. When we finally pulled apart, I was panting slightly.

"I'm not going anywhere Stiles." I told him firmly before pulling him into another kiss.

The next morning, I was just about to pull on a long sleeved shirt when my phone rang. Setting the shirt on the bed, I went over and answered my phone, smiling when I saw Stiles' name on the screen.

"Hey handsome." I said in greeting, knowing my words would likely cause him to blush.

"Morning to you too." He said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "Listen, I just wanted to let you know something, okay? You just have to promise not to tell Scott."

"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling uneasy suddenly. "Stiles, what's going on?"

"I'm admitting myself to Eichen House, the mental hospital. My dad and I are on our way there now."

I froze, eyes wide in shock.

"Lani?"

"Why?" I asked, snapping out of my shock.

"Because once the poison wears off, and we all know it will sooner rather than later, I'm putting you in danger, all of you." He told me.

I was shaking my head slowly. "No, no, Stiles, don't do this. We can figure something out, together."

"I thought about this Lani, a lot. It's the only way I can give you guys more time."

"We can't help you if you're in there Stiles!" I pointed out to him. "They won't let you see anyone for the first few days you're there, you know that, right? Not me, or Scott, or even your dad! How are we going to know you're still you by the time you can finally contact us again?"

"Lani, he chained you up and barely fed you for a few days, I'm not letting the Nogitsune get to you like that again!" He snapped, causing me to stop in my pacing. When had I even started to pace?

"Stiles, please, don't do this. I can defend myself. The Nogitsune just caught me off guard last time, I'll be ready next time." I told him, feeling tears in my eyes. "Please, don't do this."

"I'm sorry, I have to do it." Stiles said, sounding completely defeated. "And please, please just don't tell Scott, not until I'm fully admitted."

"Stiles!" I called into my phone, but he'd already hung up. I let out a cry of frustration, tossing my phone onto my bed.

I jumped slightly at the sudden knocking on the door to my apartment. I shook my head, frowning, and took a step to go and answer it before I remembered that I was still just in my bra and jeans. I grabbed my shirt from my bed, pulling it on as the person waiting for me knocked again, louder this time.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, geez." I said, opening the door. I gasped slightly when I saw Derek and Scott, my eyes landing on the other teen as I remembered Stiles words.

Don't tell Scott.

The werewolves gave me curious glances, Derek frowning deeply. "Lani, what is it?"

I frowned, not breaking eye contact with Scott. "He asked me not to tell you, but Scott, he can't do this. We can't help him if he does."

Worry crossed Scott's features as he seemed to understand who I was talking about. "What's wrong with Stiles Kaylani?" He asked, moving around Derek to put his hands on my shoulders, eyes trained on my own. "Where's Stiles?"

I swallowed. "If I tell you, you take me with you, got it?" I asked. He nodded instantly, understanding my need to go with him. "Eichen House." I told him. "He's admitting himself to Eichen House."