Judging by the sounds of coughing getting louder and more frequent visits upstairs by Melissa, Arielle was not getting any better. For a day or so, she had just remained at one level of sickness, then the next day, it kept getting worse and worse. It was hard for Scott to sit there and listen to the sound of his sister suffering. He wished someone would just find a cure already. He had half a mind to bring Deaton into this, but Agent McCall told him no.

It was even harder for Stiles to sit there while his girlfriend was upstairs, probably near her death bed, and he had a solution that he wasn't allowed to use, all while nobody in the entire house knew that he was madly in love with the sick girl upstairs and would do absolutely anything to keep her alive.

"Agent McCall," Stiles called, getting up and meeting him at the door when he returned home from work, "You have to let her drink water."

"Not an option," he answered, then pushed past him.

"Please, sir!" Stiles begged, "Your daughter is dying! You know exactly what is going to make her strong again!"

Agent McCall put his briefcase down on the dining room table, not moving from where he stood. Sure, the water was going to make her strong again, but what about the aftermath? If she gets too much, she might turn over to the dark side. Nothing frightened him more than watching Arielle turn into someone he didn't even recognize; someone that she, herself, had no control over. He wasn't scared by much, but he was by the idea of losing his daughter to some supernatural spirit.

"She's stronger than you think..." Stiles said calmly, "She won't go to that place unless she's angry... and even if it tried to take over her, we can help keep her here. She responds positively to the people she trusts."

The tall and intimidating father of Arielle McCall turned around and looked at Stiles very angrily, "It's not a good idea-."

"If you don't let her feed, she'll die!" Stiles finally shouted at him. He was completely astounded that he knew the answer to the problem, and yet, he was standing idly by and letting his daughter die.

"Stiles..." Agent McCall said quietly, "You need to leave..."

"Dad," Scott interjected, "Stiles isn't wrong. You know that... We can trust his opinion. He wants to keep her alive just as much as we do. She's like family to him."

Stiles wanted to say something, but he didn't. There was just a long pause as Agent McCall looked between the two of them. He then closed his eyes for a moment, turned away and walked into the kitchen without saying a word.

That night, Scott let Stiles go home and get some rest in his own bed. While it was difficult at first, he agreed in the end. Scott tied Arielle by her arms to her bed posts with a bottle of water waiting on her bedside table.

"It hurts," Arielle said horsely.

"I know," Scott said sweetly, "but trust me, after you drink this, you are going to be 100% yourself again. Okay?"

She nodded and took a deep, raspy, breath. Scott took the water bottle, opened it, and brought it to Arielle's lips. As she started to drink, the color started to return in her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, her hair, followed by her arms and legs, then her hands. Arielle sat up, her hands still tied to the bed posts.

"Are you... okay?" Scott asked.

Arielle pressed her hand to her chest and started to breathe full and perfect breaths.

"I feel perfect," she said, her voice fully restored.

Scott smiled brightly and started to untie the knots, giving Arielle relief against her wrists. Then she got up and hugged him.

"You're the best brother ever," Arielle said into his shoulder.

"While that is very true," Scott laughed, "It wasn't my constant insisting that made dad give in."

"Then who do I have to thank?"

Scott smiled.

There was a knock on the Stilinski household door. There was nobody there, so Stiles was sitting on his couch, watching TV, waiting for something exciting to happen or something like that. Perhaps a dramatic TV episode would be better than actual drama.

Stiles got up and opened the door to reveal Arielle, looking completely back to normal.

"Hey!" he said excitedly, "Look at you! You're back to normal!"

"I know!" Arielle smiled, "Scott gave me a bottle of water last night. Now I feel perfect."

"That is so great."

"It is," Arielle said, awkwardly looking around her to see who could possibly be watching this interaction at the sheriff's doorstep, "So... uh... is the Sheriff home?"

"Uh no," Stiles shrugged, "I think he's working late at the office tonight."

Arielle looked over his shoulder one last time, then stared at Stiles intently.

"Perfect."

With one swift motion, Arielle slammed the door behind her and pushes Stiles up against the nearest wall, kissing him passionately and very deeply. Her hands were rubbing against his shoulders as she tried to get herself closer and closer to him. When they pulled away for a breath, Stiles laughed.

"If I had known you wanted to do this, I would have called you hours ago."

Arielle smiled and started kissing around his jaw bone to his ear.

"I just wanted to thank you," she whispered in between kisses, "In the best way that I know how."

After she whispered that last part in his ear, Stiles knew that he was a goner at this point. Arielle was herself again and it was like a sweet relief feeling her against him. This was the first physical interaction between them since the cabin and they had both forgotten how much they missed this. It was nice getting to work on the social aspect of their relationship, but everybody has to work on the physical part every now and then.

Stiles took Arielle by her waist and turned them around, pinning her up against the wall as he took in her sight, looking her up and down and biting on his lower lip. As they leaned in for another kiss, Arielle started to grab at his belt, but Stiles grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes.

"Let's take this party upstairs..."

Arielle chest started to rise at fall, but through her breath, she said, very seductively, "Well... if you insist..."