Author's Note: So after weeks of writers block, and shows for my school's play I finally came up with this! I hope you guys enjoy and I hope I can come up with a good finale for this story... :P
Her face was the first thing he saw when he awoke.
"Malia..?" he asked weakly, wondering if it was a dream. The air was hazy and mist curled around her. She was saying something but Stiles couldn't make it out. He listened carefully, and watched her lips form the words HELP US.
Help... help! It finally made sense in Stiles' head. He snapped out of his daze and put his hand on Malia's shoulder, trying to stabilize himself. She took it in hers and gripped it tightly, fear filled her eyes. Stiles hated seeing her like this.
"How..." he was all he could manage, but Malia got the message. She clung to him weakly, struggling to breathe.
"Wolfsbane..." she began through gasps of breath "Mountain Ash... blocking the door... trapped...Please Stiles..." Tears began to well in her eyes. She was terrified, truly terrified. Stiles looked around the room to see Kira, Scott and Travis leaning on crates, coughing and spluttering, utterly helpless. He had to do this he had to help his friends.
He looked Malia deep within her eyes and tried to smile, hoping to reassure her. He didn't know if it worked but he didn't have time make sure. he let go of her hand and began to crawl to the doorway. Pure white mist poured into the room by grates in the ceiling. Stiles tried to hurry but it was hard to crawl when your side was erupting in pain every time you moved a muscle. He was so close to the door he could see the thin line of mountain ash spread across the threshold.
Come on Stiles... Just a little further you can do it... He tried to encourage himself but he really didn't know if he could make it! The pain in his side was too intense. He collapsed to the floor, light headed and almost gave up until he saw a figure kneeling before him. Scott had managed, with whatever strength he had left to make his way to the doorway and hold his hand out for Stiles. They shared a look and Stiles knew he had the greatest best friend you could ever ask for.
Stiles grabbed his friend's hand and together they pulled Stiles' weak body the rest of the way to the doorframe. Stiles took a swipe at the mountain ash and broke the line. The rest was a blur.
he remembered a pair of feet stumbling through the door and another pair helping Scott up off the ground. He remembered a strong pair of hands pulling his own body off the ground. Then he remembered running, as fast as a group of Wolfsbane poisoned werewolves and a wounded human could run. The last thing he remembered was crashing into the cold damp alley and collapsing onto the hard asphalt. The stars in the sky above were the last thing Stiles saw before the darkness engulfed him.