Stiles pulls up behind a warehouse and kills the engine.

He exits, Scott and I right behind him. We move around the car and Stiles opens his trunk.

'You okay?' Scott asks as Stiles gets a bag from the trunk.

'Yeah, why?' Stiles answers, looking at him.

Scott shrugs, 'it's just… You didn't say anything whole way here.'

'No, I'm fine,' Stiles answers. 'Let's grab the other bag.'

'I can't, remember?' Scott looks at Stiles.

'Dean said you had to do it alone.'

'Okay, this plan is really starting to suck.'

Scott starts to walk away, and I turn to follow him with my eyes.

'No, not here, not now,' he whispers, before running off.

'What– SCOTT! What am I supposed to–'

But Scott is still running away and Stiles groans.

'Plan officially sucks!' he shouts after Scott, but he's already gone.

Stiles throws the bag to the ground, and I give him a comforting smile.

'Why are you stopping?' I ask, just as I see Stiles' horrified face.

'Oh, no,' he groans and I jump off the hood off the car. I stop as I realise Stiles has dropped the bag, and I stare at his hand.

'Is that all you have left?' I ask.

Stiles turns around to look behind him, before staring ahead, complete horror on his face.

Stiles pulls out his phone, quickly dialling a number.

'Scott? Scott, pick up now,' he says in a panicked tone. 'Look, I've got like fifty feet of ash left, and I'm out. Okay? So you've gotta get your wolf ass down here to help me, because I don't know what to do. And I'm just standing out here, with Sophia, and I'm hearing gunfire and werewolves, and I'm standing here like a fricking idiot, with a hand full of magic fairy dust, and I don't have enough. Okay?'

He rings off, immediately starting to talk to himself.

'Come on, think,' he whispers to himself and I wrap my arms around my waist. I knew I should have put on more than just an oversized tee.

'Uhm, okay. He said you gotta believe. Need to believe. Come on, believe, Stiles. Just, eh… Just picture it. Just imagine it working. Just imagine.'

It really does sound like he's psyching himself up, which I guess he is I just have no idea what for.

Slowly he starts to walk forward, and as I watch in awe as he completes the 'circle'.

Stiles seems in awe himself and he keeps looking back and forth, back and forth.

'You did it!' I shout in glee, and Stiles' expression is so amazed and so happy, he almost looks strange.

'YES!' he screams, raising his arms to the sky in triumph. In excitement, he jumps on top of the hood of a near by car, which immediately starts to scream and Stiles jumps off, pretending he didn't do anything.

'You should go,' I tell him, and Stiles brushes off his jacket.

'You gonna be all right?' he asks and I nod.

'Go.'

Stiles hurries inside the warehouse.

I'm sitting on the hood of the Jeep as Stiles stumbles out, looking like he's seen a ghost. I crane my neck as I hear footsteps, seeing Derek jogging up to the Jeep.

'Hey,' Stiles breathes as the both gather around the Jeep.

'Uhm, so we kinda lost Jackson inside, but it's not…'

Stiles stops as Isaac and Erica comes outside, staring at the line of ash in front of them.

Isaac crouches down, examining it before looking up at Erica.

'Oh my god, it's working!' Stiles exclaims, looking happier than ever. Derek is looking more confused. And let's be honest, who do you think I'm looking at the most?

'Ah, this is so – gah!' Stiles turns to Derek and points at himself. 'I did something,' he says proudly, and I snort with laughter.

I notice as Derek's features change.

'Scott,' he murmurs in surprise.

'What?' Stiles asks.

'Break it,' Derek says, and Stiles snaps. 'What? No way!'

'Scott's dying!' Derek barks, and I jump off the hood.

'What? How do you know that?' Stiles asks, suddenly having calmed down.

'Oh my god, STILES! I just know! BREAK IT!'

I'm already running, heading inside the warehouse.

Soon I can hear Derek behind me, and then he's in front of me.

'Go back!' he yells at me, but I shake my head.

'Go back!'

'No!'

Derek runs in front of me, towards a door he pushes open.

I hurry inside as well, just as I spot a shadow.

'Derek, look out!' I scream, but it's too late.

I recognise Allison's mother as she stabs a knife into Derek's back, but he manages to move away before she digs it in too deep.

She attacks again, but this time Derek catches her arm and forces her to drop the knife.

She then attacks him, smashing him into a wall.

I hurry over to Scott and try to lift him up, but god damn it. He's heavy.

I turn as Derek rolls past me, watching as the woman runs out of the room.

'Help me with Scott,' I tell Derek, and he quickly moves to my side and grabs Scott, dragging him outside. I hurry after him, running ahead to get Stiles' Jeep.

Derek gets Scott into the car, and I'm already on the road before he gets the chance to close the door.

I drive to Dean, knowing he can most likely help.

Derek's breathing is heavy, and he's clutching his arm.

In less than three minutes I'm parking outside the veterinarian shop, and Derek hauls Scott inside while I lock the car.

Once I get inside, Scott is lying unconscious on the table, and Derek is leaning against the wall, still clutching his arm. I move to his side, taking his arm from him to examine it.

I lift my hand to his chin, brushing my thumb over his stubbles. I look into his eyes, and he stares back.

Then his gaze shifts, and I turn to see Scott waking up slowly.

Derek turns his head to Dean and says in a voice so full of gratefulness: 'thank you.'

I give him a smile, before he walks out and I turn back to Derek.

'You okay?' I whisper.

He nods, and I give a small smile.

He squeezes my hand, and I lean into him, placing my head in the gape of his neck.

A/N: I'm really curious; is anyone finding my story unrealistic/unbelievable? I always want to know what you beautiful people think of my story, and now I'm curious whether there is anything you dislike. Maybe how I write someone, if I'm taking someone too out of character or whatever. Anything, pretty much :) Let me know and I'll take it into consideration!