So here's the flashback chapter I talked about. Fair warning, it's quite a bit longer than the other chapters. I didn't intend for it to be this long I just didn't want to leave anybody out. Also, this chapter isn't the end of the flashbacks for Stiles by the way, there will still be some of those in future chapter. But anywho, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 11: Days Never Forgotten

With the battle plans made (with a Plan B and a Plan C on the ready) everyone couldn't help but think back to the beginning of all of this. The pack had spent so many hours looking for their human it had nearly driven then insane, almost as insane as the torture had driven Stiles.

Scott

Scott ran into the house, ignoring the officers who had tried to stop him. His senses were overwhelmed with the blood but he couldn't really understand what he was sensing until he came upon the horror in the kitchen. His feet stopped moving at the sight of the sheriff's lifeless eyes staring up at him, as if begging him for one last request.

Backing out of the house Scott ran into Liam. "Scott, I smell blood. At least, I think it's blood. But I can't tell whose it is. Scott? Scott what's wrong? What happened? Where's Stiles?" The younger teen could feel his alpha's anger, worry, and most of all his grief. "Scott?" His voice came out as a whine.

As the alpha Scott knew he had to control his emotions, but the sheriff was dead and his best friend was missing. How could he control his emotions? "Liam, we need to get everyone together. We have to find Stiles. The sheriff he…" Scott couldn't say it. He wouldn't say it. And luckily he didn't have to, his beta just nodded before taking off. Scott turned back to the house he had considered a second home ever since he was a little kid. "Don't worry sheriff, I'll find him. I'll bring him back just like I always do. I'll keep him safe." Scott made his promise, honoring the sheriff's last request.

Stiles

A small noise, like metal clacking with metal, woke Stiles from his pained sleep. He looked around, groaning as he realized he hadn't dreamt it all. "Have you had enough time to think about it Stiles? Do you understand what I'm trying to do, that I'm trying to help?" The voice behind him grabbed a hold of his hair. "Your friends will get you killed if you don't kill them first."

"I'm not a killer, neither are my friends." And with those words the torture started. Every time Stiles tried to defend his friends he was met with a slice of a blade or a blow of a harsh fist covered with metal. Once he even tried to tell the man about the horrors committed by hunters and that brought a whole new form of torture, a new rage from the man. "Please, please stop."

The man pulled out a stun gun. "How many volts do you think you can handle Stiles? Do you think you can handle as much as a werewolf? Because one of these days you might be caught in the crossfire and have to take a hit for one of your so called friends." He let the electricity come to life before Stiles' eyes. "They're super healing won't save you Stiles. It won't make you better. And I'm sure that if you die, they won't shed a tear. They won't howl in anguish like they would for one of their own." The man brought the stun gun closer to Stiles' skin. "You aren't one of them Stiles, they don't care about you. I bet they aren't even looking for you. I bet they aren't using their superpowers to find you." With those harsh words he brought the high voltage down on Stiles' shoulder and everything went black again.

Derek

The slightly older wolf had been working on finding the Desert Wolf with the bounty hunter when he sensed several teenagers coming towards his loft. He quickly put his work away and hung up the phone before throwing his door open to a worry-riddled pack. He could feel the anxiety a mile away. "What happened? Wait, where's Stiles?" Derek noticed the hyper-active lanky one was missing. "Scott, why do you smell like the sheriff's blood?" He turned to the alpha wanting answers.

The young alpha shook his head, obviously fighting off tears. "Sheriff Stilinski is dead and Stiles is missing. We have to find him Derek. I have to keep him safe."

Derek laid a hand on Scott's shoulder. "Don't worry, he'll be okay. It's Stiles."

Malia took a step forward, able to think past the emotions of the situation. "What are we going to do? I can't find a scent."

Cracking his neck Derek smiled. "Why don't you let me try?" His senses had been enhanced since he had evolved. When he was in full wolf form he could pick up on the slightest scent, better than the average werewolf.

"Alright, I'll go with Derek and try to pick up on a scent. Lydia, go find Parrish and see what the police have. Maybe they have a lead we don't know about." Normally they would already know everything the police know, but Stiles wasn't there to share with them what he'd over heard on the police radio. "Malia, Liam, and Kira, I want you guys to see if you can figure out who would do this and once the police are done at the house see if you can sneak back in and get any clues there." Scott made the command and everyone followed without argument. There was no time for arguing. They had to find Stiles.

Smelling the house was hard. The smell of fear and blood seemed to drown everything else out. "There's a distinct smell of gunpowder and something but it's under something else, like a herb. I think they tried to cover their scent but I've got it." Derek took another whiff. "Stiles' scent is off, that's probably why Malia couldn't smell him. I think they drugged him." Derek finally opened his eyes to see Scott not looking at him but at the blood puddle on the floor. "Hey, it's going to be okay."

"This is my fault. I should have stopped this. What kind of alpha am I?" Scott shook his head, unable to look away from the blood.

Derek grabbed Scott by the chin, forcing the teen to look at him instead of the blood. "You're a great alpha Scott. You're better than I ever was. People attack people like us. There isn't much you can do about that. Stiles and his father knew what they got themselves into but they believed in you. Don't let that belief and trust go to waste now. Your guilt isn't going to find them."

After a second Scott nodded and wiped away his tears. "I know, okay, I know." He took a deep breath and took a step away from Derek. "What direction did they go?"

The two wolves made it outside, trying to avoid the suspicious looks from cops. "That's the tricky part. Their vehicle smells funny. It's like they laced their tires in something…but I think they left town." Derek got into his SUV. "Come on, I've got the scent. If we can get out of town and away from people I can shift and it will be easier." With that the two took off, the only thought in their minds was finding and saving Stiles. Derek couldn't believe how much he'd come care for the annoying teen.

The thought of losing the last Stilinski broke the heart of both the wolves, driving them to find the boy even more. But after finding a burnt van the scent went cold…even for the evolved werewolf.

Stiles

He hated coming to. He swore to himself when he heard a terrible humming. "Are you going to sing me a lullaby?" Stiles hated the gravelly sound of his own voice.

There was an awful laugh in response. "No Stiles, I'm going to prove to you that you aren't one of them. Let's see what happens when you are injected with this." The man came forward with a syringe. "Do you know what this is Stiles?"

Even though his vision was blurry Stiles could immediately identify the liquid being held before him. "Wolfsbane is poisonous to humans too you idiot."

The man only laughed. "Yes I'm aware, but it won't kill you. It will only make you feel pretty awful. But I promise I won't let it kill you Stiles. Unlike your friends, I can save you." Without another word or any hesitation he plunged the needle deep into the vein in Stiles' arm. "I want you to think about the monsters you call friends while you're feeling this. And once you start to see how great life would be when you fight for my side, you'll start to feel better. I promise." Again the blackness took over with the feeling of nausea and all together crappiness.

Lydia

Why did he have to go and get himself taken? Hadn't they lost enough? Lydia held onto that anger. It was that anger that would get her through this, keep her focused while everyone else would drown in grief and worry. No she had to keep making her annoyed and sassy comments, just like Stiles would have been making his sarcastic comments had he been there. "He couldn't have left us some clue?" Lydia looked at the evidence Parrish laid out before her.

"I don't think he had time. It looks like there was a bit of a struggle but a neighbor said they saw him carried away and he seemed to be asleep. I bet they drugged him right after shooting…" He couldn't say it. He couldn't admit that his mentor, his boss was dead. No, he was going to keep working and ignore the empty office taunting him. "But, we were able to track the gun used to shoot him. Also, that license plate number that Scott sent you, it had a hit. I think we know who took Stiles. Look." He pointed to his computer to the mugshots of two men. "These guys have records for owning illegal firearms and assault. They have also been flagged with this group." He pulled up other mugshots. "The police have a theory that they're some kind of gang or something. But I think…"

Lydia finished the thought for him. "They're a group of hunters." She looked at the nasty bunch. "Alright, we have them, now what?"

"Now we try to find them and we go in smart." He eyed the young strawberry blonde. "We can't just go in guns hot. We have to be smart about this or it could get Stiles killed."

The young girl, much too old for her age, just smiled. "Just tell us where they are at and we will take care of the rest Parrish."

Stiles

No begging, he would not beg. Stiles had to keep reminding himself that he would not give into this madman as he laid in his own vomit feeling terrible. He just wanted this to be over. "Scott, Malia, Derek, Lydia, Liam…Dad…" He called out as much as his weak body would allow. "Please…"

Malia

Nothing. There was nothing. No Stiles. He was gone. He was just gone. Malia was trying her best to keep the emotions as bay. She wasn't good with emotions. He didn't like them. She didn't understand them. But she was working on it. Stiles was working on it. He was always telling her she was a work in progress. She might leave some people for dead, but she would never leave Stiles. And Stiles said that he would never leave her. But he was gone. He left her. And it hurt.

Malia growled in frustration. "Where is he?" She didn't like him being gone. Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder if she would be a part of this pack without Stiles. He was her connection to everyone. While everyone doubted her or considered her too untrusted, un-human, Stiles believed in her and helped her become a part of this pack. But what would happen if they didn't find him?

A hand rested on Malia's shoulder, hoping to relax her but also a little afraid it would be bitten off. "It's okay Malia, we'll find him. We just have to figure out why someone would take Stiles." Kira kept her voice calm. She had to remain calm, even if she was freaking out on the inside.

"Why would they take Stiles?" Liam was pacing. "I mean, if they are hunters why would they take the one non-supernatural being of the pack? Shouldn't they have left Stiles alone? This doesn't make sense. I know I'm new at all of this but…"

"No you're right." Scott's voice made them all jump. "They only reason hunters would take Stiles is to use him as bait or…" Scott hated to think about it. "Or to send a message, they've tried to do that before. Gerard beat the crap out of Stiles once to send some message to me. I wouldn't put it past some other hunter to do the same thing. And if that's the case we should hear from them. Hopefully, before they do anything too bad to Stiles."

Derek stood behind Scott. "But if that doesn't work, we know where the bastards who took him are at." He almost smiled. It made Malia want to smile, she remembered how Stiles said how rare Derek's smile was. She was sure Stiles would say something right now about it.

Malia rocked on her feet. "Alright, let's go get him."

Before the coyote could go anywhere Scott held his hand up. "I talked to Parrish. He had a good point. We can't just go in there guns blazing. We sniff the place out. If we smell Stiles we call the cops and just act as back up. There's a better chance of Stiles living if we don't attack them."

"What? Why don't we just…" Malia wanted to argue. She wanted to run to Stiles and bring him back. She wanted things to go back to how they were. She didn't like the pack not being whole.

"We have to be smart about this. We can't go in there like animals." Derek gave the girl a stern look. "If we just run in there claws out they could kill Stiles or he could get killed in the crossfire. Do you really want to risk his life like that?" He was right, and she knew it. So she backed down and looked at Scott, ready to hear Stiles' rescue plan.

Stiles

"How are you feeling?" The man put a bottle of water next to Stiles' mouth, allowing a small amount of relief.

Relishing in the water, Stiles tried to suppress the urge to throw it back up. His head was pounding and his body ached. "Awful thanks to you."

"Well, whenever you want to change that opinion let me know and you will feel better in no time." The man poured the water onto the floor just two feet in front of Stiles before dropping the empty bottle and walking away leaving Stiles in his sickness.

Kira

The fox had yet to really find her place in the pack yet. She didn't want to just be Scott's girlfriend, although she loved being Scott's girlfriend even if their relationship kept getting interrupted by the supernatural crap. She wanted to support everyone. She wanted to be there for them after everything they had been through. But she also had to ask the tough questions sometimes.

Regretfully, Kira cleared her throat. "That's great you guys. But what do we do if you don't smell Stiles?" As she saw the slightly angered looks from the werewolves, she knew they hadn't considered her question. But she knew they needed to be prepared for this. "I mean, um…" She wanted to find Stiles too. She had come to really like the kid. He was Scott's best friend after all. But she also didn't want to lose anyone else in the pack. She knew Stiles wouldn't want that, not after Allison…

After a moment of silence Scott finally spoke up. "Then we question them."

Before Kira could ask what that meant Derek spoke up. "And then we call the cops to deal with the aftermath. Or I'll get rid of the bodies." His eyes flashed blue for a quick second. "They better hope they still have Stiles there for their own good. He's the only thing keeping us gentle."

Stiles

"I'm a Stilinski! We don't break easily!" Stiles yelled at no one as he closed his eyes, trying to avoid the hallucinations that had started an hour ago. "I don't break easily…" This time he said it to himself, afraid he would break before his friends could find him.

A familiar voice rang through his head. "What are you doing Stiles?" It was his dad…no it couldn't be his dad. His dad was dead.

Liam

Being a part of this pack had been a struggle in the beginning. But Liam had found that he really needed the pack. And he needed everyone in it. That included Stiles. Even if the two bickered back and forth at each other or their friendship wasn't an easy one to start. Stiles had become that big brother that offered tough love and sarcasm. Liam knew that Stiles was there for him. He knew that Stiles had his back, just like he had Scott's. Missing that, missing Stiles, made Liam want to whine, howl in agony.

When they went to the house that held the degenerate hunters that took Stiles and shot his dad, it felt like an arrow to his chest when they didn't smell Stiles anywhere. It was even more heartbreaking when they realized Stiles had never been there. Stiles scent had never touched those walls. They hadn't found him. But at least they found these jerks.

After almost a year of being a werewolf, Liam had seen a lot of things. He had learned a lot of things. But watching Derek pull information from the group of hunters was one of the hardest things he ever did. It wasn't that he felt bad for them, they hurt Stiles. It was the screams. He heard the begging, he heard the torture, and he couldn't help but wonder if Stiles was going through the exact same thing at that very moment miles away from them. And how much longer could Stiles last over these hunters?

He'd never considered himself much of a hero, nowhere close to the hero type, but Liam would do anything to bring Stiles back safe. Maybe Scott was rubbing off of him…

Stiles

"What are you doing Stiles?" The voice just wouldn't go away.

There was only one way to get the voice to go away. "Werewolves really are just like superheroes you know!" Stiles yelled. If he could only goat the doctor into torture then he would blackout and he could end the hallucination. "They can take away pain and…"

"That's not going to work Stiles. Just give the man what he wants." His dad begged. "Just say you'll think about it and he will make you better. You don't have to be sick." The hallucination was so real Stiles could almost feel his dad running a hand through his hair trying to comfort him like he did when he was sick as a child.

Stiles let the tears fall. "I'm so sorry dad."

Parrish

By the time Parrish got to the house the hunters were barely standing. They'd all taken a beating, half of them had claw marks. "What happened to them?" He turned to Scott and Derek who stood off close to the woods, away from the rest of the officers.

The older wolf shrugged his shoulders. "They fell." His face was dead serious and cold.

"Yeah, they must have just slipped right down the stairs passed your claws." Parrish shook his head. "Did you at least find something, anything?" He wanted to find the boy just as much. He felt as if he owed it to Stilinski. Not only that, but Stiles had always been open to Parrish. He had welcomed him into their little rag-tag group of supernatural beings.

Scott shook his head. "They said they were hired by another hunter, some man from out of state. He didn't have a name, paid in cash, and didn't talk much. He was all business according to these guys. We're right back at square one." The teen looked completely defeated. "We have no clue, no leads, on where Stiles is at. Not even Derek could pick up a scent on this guy. It's like he's a ghost. No one knows who he is and…and he's got Stiles." Scott ran a hand through his hair.

Parrish couldn't help but feel his heart break. They were all just kids, they shouldn't have to go through all of this. "Don't worry Scott. We're going to figure this out. The police force is working night and day to find him. Between us and you guys, we'll have Stiles back in no time." At the time, he believed what he was saying. But they all could hear the blip in his heart.

Stiles

Nothing was going to make it better. That's how it was starting to feel until there was a slight prick and everything became peaceful. When he started to come out of the peaceful sleep there was something playing in the background, a video of some kind, and there was another prick. Stiles couldn't help but jump. "Shhh, it's okay Stiles. Just relax."

"What…" Stiles didn't, couldn't finish his sentence. His ears tuned into the video playing in the background. There was a man talking about how to kill werewolves. Then it changed to a crying woman talking about her dead family. Finally he could swear he heard his own pack talking about how they didn't care about Stiles, how he wasn't really pack. Then there was that man again explaining the perfect way to take down any werewolf. But that was all he could pick up before there was another prick and he was falling back into a peaceful sleep, dreaming about what the man had explained: how to kill his friends.

Melissa

Days turned into a week and she couldn't put it off any longer. Melissa went to claim the body. It was one of the hardest things she ever had to do. Growing up Melissa had had plenty of close friends. But between a rough marriage and her line of work she had lost so many friendships. The sheriff had been there though. When Scott became friends with Stiles and she met the Stilinskis it had seemed like a miracle. She had found friends again. After all they had been through, Claudia's death and everything with the boys, no one seemed to understand Melissa better than the sheriff.

Seeing the man lying on the cold slab seemed so surreal. She was a nurse, she should be used to this. But she wasn't. She had to run to the bathroom to empty her stomach. And for a quick second she was glad Stiles was still missing. This way he didn't have to do this. The poor boy didn't have to see his dad like this. He didn't have to plan another funeral. But the thought was quickly pushed away because she missed the boy dearly and she knew he would hate to miss his dad's funeral.

The next two days were spent planning the funeral. Melissa kept trying to drag it out, hoping Scott would walk through the door with Stiles in his arms but it never happened and they had run out of time.

She kept the tears from falling as several police officers said their goodbyes. She kept the tears from falling as the group, her son included, carried the casket to its final resting place by Claudia. She kept the tears from falling as her own son gave a choked speech about the man he had considered a father. She kept the tears from falling as she stepped forward herself to recite Stilinski's favorite poem, the same poem he had read at his wife's funeral. And she kept the tears from falling as they lowered the casket and sent his soul off with a 21 gun salute. Melissa held her tears through it all.

But as everyone walked away Melissa found herself staring at the new grave as the cemetery workers did their job. She pulled out the picture she had put with Stilinski's obituary. It was the last good picture they had of the full Stilinski family. Her eyes ran over her two dead friends, her heart aching so much she wondered for the first time if she could die from a broken heart. But then she saw the smiling boy looking back at her. The boy, who at the time the picture was taken didn't know he would lost both his parents so young.

And falling to her knees, Melissa cried. "I'll bring him home, I promise. I'll take care of him. I'll take care of him as if he were my own." She promised the headstones, her two best friends.

Stiles

When he came to the next time, Stiles was feeling much better. There were pills and a bottle of water lying next to him. He was now on a cot instead of being strapped to a chair. "You're awake." The doctor walked forward, picking up the pills and holding them up to Stiles' mouth. "Take them, they'll make you feel better." He looked down at Stiles with a sickly sweet smile.

Another video was playing in the background but this time Stiles could see the graphic images of torture and murder of werewolves. "What is that?"

"Be grateful Stiles and maybe try to learn something." The man held the bottle of water up to Stiles' lips before turning back around. "Eat, build up your strength." He held up food to Stiles mouth as the video in the background started to grow louder, echoing in Stiles' ears. Everyone wonderful taste was tainted by the blood being splatter on the screen.

Scott

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, months turned into a year, and hope was beginning to fade. Missing posters were falling, forgotten by most of the town. The news no longer ran his picture after the nightly report. But the last straw was the school trying to empty his locker. Scott saw a janitor with a trash can by Stiles' locker and he saw red. "What are you doing?!" He grabbed the binder out of the man's hands.

Before the poor man doing his job could see Scott's red eyes Liam grabbed ahold of Scott's arm. "Hey, man, calm down." His own eyes flashed, causing Scott to come back to his senses. Liam turned to the janitor. "We'll take care of it." And with that the man left them alone. "Scott, hey, it's okay. We haven't given up on him. We're going to find him." Liam's heart remained steady as he said it. He was the only one left who didn't lie when they reassured Scott. "It's Stiles. He's probably annoying them as we speak. I'm surprised they haven't given him back already just because…"

Scott smiled and put a hand on Liam's shoulder. "It's okay. I'm okay. Thanks Liam." He looked at the locker and started shoving items into his own bag. "Hey, do you want to come to the police station with me today?" Scott had yet to give up with his routine check-ups at the police station. He had to make sure they hadn't given up on his friend. He'd even quit lacrosse so he could spend more time searching for Stiles and keeping the case going.

"I wish I could. My dad wants me home right after school. I'm still in trouble after last weekend." The beta's response made Scott frown. Scott knew it was his fault. He had kept Liam out the whole weekend, even after the boy's cell phone had died and he'd missed several calls from his parents, in a search for Stiles that ended with nothing, not even the hint of a clue.

Scott nodded. "It's been over a year man." For some reason he just felt like he needed to say it. "That feeling of running out of time…"

"I know Scott, I know. It's going to be okay though." Liam gave his alpha a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "We always figure it out, remember? It's going to work out. Don't give up just yet." And again his heart remained steady.

With a thankful smile Scott returned the pat on the shoulder and left. He was on his way to the station when he saw Lydia wandering around. He pulled over. "Lydia? Hey, are you okay?"

The strawberry blonde looked at Scott with tear-stained cheeks. "Stiles…it's Stiles…"

Stiles

Nothing was right. It had been so long. Maybe he was right. Maybe no one was looking for him after all. Maybe he really was going to die here. But he couldn't go back to killing, so Stiles would endure the pain. He would take the torture even if he was at the brink of death. His mind was playing permanent tricks on him. He couldn't even sleep without some kind of torture. This was going to be the end.

But one day the doctor came into the dark room looking almost defeated. "I don't know how much more of this your body can take Stiles. Something is going to have to change." He sighed putting a heavy hand on Stiles' weak shoulder. "There is one lesson I didn't want to teach you, at least not this way, but I'm afraid that this is the only way. I wanted to keep you from this pain." If Stiles had been strong enough he would have laughed and made a sarcastic comment at that. The fact that he didn't let his captor know he really was broken. "Remember all I've taught you Stiles." He whispered in Stiles' ear before a needle was buried deep into his skin and everything was black.

When the blackness faded Stiles was back in Beacon Hills. He knew where he was but he didn't understand why or what the point of this was. It had to be a trick, but he couldn't figure this trick out. Stiles could always figure the trick out. Now, now he was just lost. Not knowing where to go, Stiles just let his feet lead him. The only thing he could think was that this was another needle induced dream. He just needed to find his dad. So he started towards the station, hoping to be found before he had to kill anyone.

Now

Stiles looked out the window, trying to ignore the terrible thoughts running through his head, all the doubt. "Stiles?" The voice pulled him away from his own mind, causing him to look over at his friends standing around the room waiting for him. "Are you ready for this?"

Nodding slowly Stiles stood up. "Guys, no matter what happens tonight, no matter what's said, I want you to know that I know you were looking for me. I know I'm part of this pack." He gave a sad smile, his mind immediately thinking of all the ways tonight could go wrong even with all of the backup plans and safe guards put into place. "I'm not scared anymore."

Everyone just stood there for a minute, taking in what Stiles was saying but not sure how to respond. Everyone wanted to say something but there weren't any words that seemed to do justice to the feeling in the room. There weren't any words that could explain how they felt when Stiles was gone. There weren't any words to explain how they felt when they got him back. So they just nodded, everyone understanding somehow. And they left to fight together.

/I know it's a bit late but I had summer classes to finish and finals to take. Next week I go back to school so things might get a little hectic but I'm hoping to finish this story (maybe only two more chapters left) before all of that starts so it won't be effected but if the updates are late just hang in there with me. But yeah, thanks for reading, please review, and have a fantastic day!