The last chapter! Thanks to everyone who's stuck around to the end, I wasn't sure if anyone was even going to read this when I decided to post it and I'm beyond happy that people have and I hope everyone has enjoyed it. The journey isn't over yet though, I do plan on writing a sequel.

I rushed through finishing this today instead of studying for the test I have tomorrow. Oh well.

"Hey," I greeted Stiles as he came out of the guidance counselor's office. "How'd it go?"

"Oh you know..." He said as he walked over to me, lacrosse stick in hand. "Can we get out of here?"

"Yeah." I whispered before grabbing his hand and leading him out of them room.

Everything's been a little odd, off, weird-take your pick- after the other night at the police station. Allison's been distance, not talking to any of us, not that I can blame her, she just lost her mother. Things with Scott and his mom, well you can imagine. I've talked to Scott a little sense then, but I don't think him and Stiles have talked much. Olly's been worried, but I've told him all was fine, not that he believed me. I've stuck close to Stiles, and he hasn't complained so I think he's okay with it. I also haven't had a vision and I can't be more thankful, I don't think my head could take it right now.

"Big game tomorrow." I said, breaking the silence that grew between us on our walk to the jeep.

"Yup." Stiles responded with sigh.

"Who knows, maybe you'll get to play."

"Ha, yeah, I doubt that." Stiles said with a dry laugh.

"Don't doubt yourself Stiles, I believe that if you got the chance to play, you could win the game."

"You're the only one." Stiles said, glancing at me from where he sat in to drivers seat of the jeep.

I didn't respond to that, just took Stiles' offered hand before looking out the windshield at the passing trees and buildings as we drove to our destination.

Getting out of the jeep after Stiles parked it, I close the door before walking around it to meet up with Stiles. We didn't talk, just smiled at each other before walking away from the jeep and into the woods, hand in hand.

It wasn't a long walk before we reached where we were going, a spot in the woods that I like to think of as a sort of "our place". We haven't come here a lot but we seem to be coming more and more lately. It's the same place we came the day I let Stiles use my camera.

"It's been a long week." I say after we sit down in the blanket we brought, leaning into Stiles as he leans his back on a tree.

"it's been more than a long week." Stiles says as he wraps an arm around me.

"Hmm, yeah, it has." I responded, a thought coming to mind. "So...you know what, never mind."

"No, what is it?" Stiles said, looking down at me.

"Me being...paranoid or something. I don't know" I mumble the last part, shake my head and looking away, my heart feeling oddly heavy. "So I know this is not necessarily the best timing, not that there ever really is, but we're not currently running for our lives or-"

"You're rambling." Stiles said, cutting me off. "Which means you're trying to avoid whatever this is."

"Wow, okay, you know me better than I thought you did." I said with a small laugh.

"You're still avoiding." Stiles said in a sing-song voice.

"Oh shut up." I said with a laugh while hitting him in the shoulder, sitting up more to face him. "Okay bare with me here. I really, really don't want to be 'that girl' or whatever but I'd be lying if I said this hasn't been bothering me a little." Stiles gave me a confused look and before he could say anything, I continued. "The other night at Lydia's party, Scott said something and I know it's stupid but I can't get it out of my head and I feel weird and I don't like it so I think talking about it, something I'm not very good at, would maybe help or who knows, it may make everything worse, I hope it doesn't because things are already bad and this is the only thing keeping me sane right now and I-"

"Hey, hey, hey." Stiles said while grabbing my hands, cutting me off again. "Take a breath, slow down, and tell me what's bothering you."

"Okay," I said before taking a deep breath. "I don't know how or what to say really so...What Scott said about Lydia avoiding you for the past 10 years," I paused momentarily, and seeing how Stiles was about to start speaking, I interrupted him. "I know, I know, but just listen. Him saying that just reminded me of...I don't know a good word, but you get the point. What I'm trying to say is, I know that Lydia will always have a special place in your heart-ignore how cheesy that sounds-and I get that but I just..." I sighed and closed my eyes, not knowing what words to use.

"Robin," Stiles said, making me open my eyes. "You don't have to worry, that was just a crush, people get over crushes."

"A 10 year crush, Stiles people don't just get over those kinds of crushes, I mean that seems like more than just a crush." I told him, looking into his eyes.

Stiles sighed and looked down at our hands before speaking, "I know, but-no, your turn to listen," He said when he saw me about to speak."Yeah, I had a crazy crush on Lydia sense forever, 'had' being the key word there because I met this girl a little while back, she has dark hair, the darkest hair I've ever seen, she has these crazy beautiful brown eyes that are so easy to get lost in, and her smile, it's so amazing, it lights up her whole face and when she smiles wide enough she has a single dimple on her left cheek. A girl that, for some reason unknown to me, has stuck by my side ever sense we met, no matter what's happened. And she has tiny hands." He said, making me laugh while hitting him in the shoulder again.

Whipping my eyes, I smile up at Stiles, "Really?"

"Yeah, really. Batman does need Robin after all." Stiles said, earning a big grin from me in return.

"Remember the day we met, I was wearing-"

"A Batman shirt." Stiles said, finishing my sentence for me.

"Yeah, I love that shirt. We should get you like a Robin T-shirt or something, I think that would be funny." Stiles snorted before leaning forward to gave me a quick kiss. As I moved to sit next to him again, I winced slightly when the back of my head hit the tree.

"Your head hurt?" Stiles asked when he noticed.

"Yeah, it's not to bad."

"Have you talked Deaton anymore?"

"No, haven't really felt up to it." I said as I closed my eyes, trying to relax.

"Come over for dinner tonight?" Stiles asked, his arm tightening around me.

"Yeah, dinner sounds good."

"This whole thing is crazy." I say as I come up behind the boys who are both sitting on a bench outside the lacrosse field.

"Yeah, you should probably just go home." Stiles said as I crouched on the ground behind them.

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen. But I will take your hoodie though." I said, suddenly feeling cold.

"Your cold?" Scott asked with a glance at me, having a good point, it wasn't really cold out.

"Yeah, you know me, I'm weird." I said as I accepted Stiles hoodie from him, putting it on.

"I really think you should leave, it's not safe." Stiles told me again.

"He has a point." Scott said before I could respond.

"I'm not leaving you guys here, not with all that's going on." As I finished talking, both boys opened their mouths but I spoke again, cutting them off. "No point in arguing, I've made up my mind and I'm sticking to it."

"Alright, just be carful." Scott said after sighing and nodding slightly.

"Yeah, same goes for you guys, okay?" They both nodded and I leaned over to give Stiles a kiss before ruffling Scotts hair, making him swat my hand away with a poorly hidden smile. "Be safe." I whispered one last time before standing and making my way over to the bleachers where Mr. Stilinski and Mrs. McCall were sitting.

"Oh no," I hear Mr. Stilinski say as I watch Stiles run onto the field. "Why is my son running onto the field?"

"Because he's on the team?" Mrs. McCall says as a smile grows on my face.

"He's on the field," The sheriff mumbled before jumping up and yelling, "My son's on the field!" Everyone turned their heads to look at him as he slowly sat down.

As the game starts I keep my eyes on Stiles, not to much happens at first but when the ball goes to Stiles, he freezes and gets tackled, making everyone in the bleachers wince. This happened a few times, Stiles getting the ball only to be tackled soon after.

I didn't take my eyes off Stiles, I felt bad for him, I knew he could do it, it just wasn't his night.

Biting my nails, I watch as the ball lands next to Stiles, but none of the other players seem to notice. My eyes widen as I watch Stiles scoop up the ball and start running towards the goal, my heart pounding in my chest as I slowly ease to the edge of my seat.

"Shoot the ball!" I started yelling with everyone else as Stiles stood there, looking back and forth between all the players running at him and the goal. "Shoot it!"

Everyone in the stands stood and cheered as Stiles shot and scored. I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up being hoarse tomorrow. As Stiles got the ball again, we all watched as he ran towards the goal, dodging players before he scored again, equaling our score with the other team. I almost didn't notice my rising headache.

Again as Stiles got the ball and ran towards the goal, everyone was on the edge of our seats as the time was almost up.

Jumping up with everyone, we all cheered and screamed as Stiles made the final goal, getting the team a point ahead of the other, and as the timer ran out and we won the game, everyone was out of their seats, cheering. I almost forgot about everything going on with Gerard, but as all the lights went out and an scream rang through the darkness, I got colder as it felt like someone dropped a rock in my stomach.

It was like slow motion for a few seconds before everyone panicked. I tried to stay calm and dodge the people as the pushed past everyone to run from the unknown danger, and before I knew it, I was holding Mrs. McCall's hand as she, more calmly than the others, walked around calling out for Scott.

"Mom!" Scott said as we both ran to him. "Robin, you guys okay?"

"Yeah we're fine, but there's someone hurt, some ones down on the field." Mrs. McCall said before the lights all came back on. As we ran onto the field, my heart was pounding so fast I thought it was going to break out of my chest. I just needed to find Stiles and know he's okay. My head was pounding so hard it was getting harder to hear everything.

As we got to the group surrounding the injured person, we pushed through to see it was Jackson. I'll admit, I was a little confused, as well as relieved that it wasn't Stiles.

Stiles. Where is Stiles? Letting go of Scott's arm, I look around at all the players, trying to find the head of short brown hair, with no luck.

"Where's Stiles?" I whisper to Scott, cutting off whatever he and Isaac were saying. "I don't see him." I said a little louder right as the Sheriff pushed through the people.

"Where's Stiles?" He question just like I had. "Where's my son?" He called, looking around as my heart sank.

Stiles was no where to be found.

Leaning my back against some lockers, I hug Stiles' hoodie around myself tighter as I try to fight off my headache and the heavy feeling that's resting on my shoulders.

I don't know when my head got this bad, but it's pretty bad. I can't think about that right now, I need to find Stiles. Where is he? How come I didn't see this coming? I got nothing, I haven't had a vision in a little while, not sure what's up with that.

"Hey." Came a soft voice beside me, making me open my eyes to be met with the face of Scott McCall.

"Why didn't I see this coming? I should have known." I whisper with a sniff, fighting back tears. This is all my fault, I should have done something, known sooner.

"Hey, this is not your fault. There's nothing you could have done." Scott told me with a sincere voice while putting a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"But there should have been something, I knew something felt off. I should have known." I told Scott, my voice cracking at the end as Scott pulled me into a hug.

"Robin, this isn't your fault okay, you know Stiles would say the same thing. He's going be fine, you need to go home now." Scott said as he pulled away from the hug, hands still on my shoulders.

"No, I need to help find him." I said in a hurry. "I can't just sit at home with Stiles out there, I need to do something."

Scott looked like he was debating something before he sighed. "There's not much you can do here, ride back with the Stiles' dad and wait there, he may turn up. Me and Isaac are gonna go look. We'll call as soon as we know something."

Sniffing, I give a small nod, and wipe my eyes with the sleeve of Stiles' hoodie. I know Scott's right, there's not really anything I can do, but I'm not going home.

I walk around the lockers, going to follow Mr. Stilinski out of the locker room before I turn back to Scott. "Find him." I whisper to both him and Isaac, earning me nods from both.

I soon, although it didn't feel very soon, found myself in Stiles' bathroom with my pounding head in my hands as I sit on the edge of the shower.

I was fighting with my tear, some from the pain, most from now know where Stiles is and if he's okay. I texted Olly on the way over and told him as much as I could about what was going on.

My head hadn't gotten any better and I was feeling nauseas again. It was hard to hear as I now had my hands over my ears, blocking out the noise that wasn't even there. As I felt hot tears trail down my face, I heard some noise causing me to press my hands into my ears even harder.

Not being able to hold them back anymore, more tears fell down my face as I tried to keep my crying as quiet as I could.

More noise soon came, this time louder. I removed my hands from my ears and wipe my eyes and looked up as the noise sounded again. Knocking, someone was knocking on the door.

"One second." I called out as I stood and walking to the door, stopping to look at my puffy, red eyes in the mirror. I wiped my face again before opening the door, the first thing I see is red. Blinking away my confusion I look up and before either of us can even blink, I'm wrapping my arms around Stiles' neck, causing him to take a step back so he wouldn't fall.

I feel Stiles wrap his arms around my waist and pull me into a tighter hug as I let more tears fall. "I was so scared." I whispered into his neck.

"I'm okay." He said into my hair as one of his hands came to rest on the back of my head.

I pulled back from the hug so I could look at Stiles', letting out a small gasp. I hadn't noticed the cuts a bruises before. "Oh my gosh Stiles, are you okay?" I ask as I gently bring a hand up to his face.
"Yeah I'm fine, it's not that bad." He said, waving it off.

"I'm so sorry." I whisper, more tears spilling from my eyes.

"No, no, this isn't your fault, I'm fine, you need to stop blaming yourself for everything." Stiles told me as he cupped my cheeks in his hands.

"But-" I started, only to be cut off as Stiles softly presses his lips to mine.

"No buts." Stiles whispered when he pulled away.

"Did you see your dad?" I asked, just now remembering he had been in Stiles' room.

"Yeah, he's downstairs. He's letting Scott know I'm back." I sighed, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders, although I still felt cold. I turned and went into the bathroom and pulled out a first aid kit from under the sink before grabbing Stiles' hand and leading him into his bedroom.

"Sit down." I said, motioning to his bed.

"Robin, I'm fi-"

"Sit. Down." I interrupted him with a stern look. Although I don't think I look that intimidating with my puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks, but he complied anyway and sat on the edge of the bed, soon being joined by me as I set down the kit and opened it to look for something to clean Stiles cuts.

"Does it hurt?" I asked as I pulled out some disinfectant, ignoring the shaking in my hands.

"Nah."

"Tough guy huh?" I asked, earning me a small smile. Lifting the wipe to Stiles' face, my hands starts to shake more, causing me to drop it.

"Robin, hey, you okay?" Stiles asks, his voice sounding concerned.

"Yeah, I uh- I..." Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, trying to ignore the pounding in my head and my shaking hands.

"...okay?" I heard the echoey voice of Stiles, causing me to open my eyes to see two Stiles'. Two Stiles'? What? Blinking my eyes, I try to clear my blurry double vision as I see both the Stiles' mouths move yet I don't hear anything coming out. Why are they just moving their mouths?

As blackness starts to creep into the edge of my vision, I feel hands on my shoulders and look between the two sets of worried eyes, both Stiles' mouths still moving, more franticly now.

That being the last think I see before the blackness takes over.

Beep

Beep

Beep

As I start to swim back to consciousness , I hear this annoying sound and try to open my eyes. My eyelids are so heavy though and I'm still so tired. There's also this weird pressure on my left hand. Odd.

Finally prying my eyelids open, thankful someone has the lights turned off, I move my eyes around, scanning the room. It's to dark to see much and I can't really turn my head, so giving up on that task I look to my left, a smile growing on my face with I see Stiles' face in the faint glow of a light coming through the window.

He's sitting in a chair, head resting on the bed next to my leg, his hand in mine. Deciding not to wake him, I look to my right to see Olly leaning back in a very uncomfortable looking chair, legs crossed, head leaning on his hand, also sleep. Behind him on a small, also uncomfortable looking, couch is a sleeping Scott.

I smile at how ridiculous they all look before looking back to Stiles. As much as I don't want to wake him, I need to know what happened and where I am. The last thing I remember was hugging Stiles in the hallway outside his bathroom.

I squeeze Stiles hand lightly, feeling fuzzy and week, but it seems to be enough as I soon see his eyes fluttering open. He lifts his head, using the hand that's not in mine to rub his eyes before he suddenly freezes, his head darting to the side to look at me.

"Robin!" He said way louder than necessary, successfully waking the others in the room.

"Hi." I croak out, my throat feeling dry.

"Oh my gosh, you're okay." Stiles says with a sigh of relief, holding my left hand in both of his.

"You gave us a big scare, little one." I flicked my eyes to my right, where Olly was now leaning forward in his chair, I relieved smile on his face.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"Don't be, you're okay now." Olly says, moving some hair from my face as Scott comes back into the room, his mom following.

"Hey sweetie, how you feeling?" She asks as she comes to stand next to Stiles, Scott going to stand next to Olly.

"Fuzzy." I whisper.

"That's completely normal, especially with the pain meds we have you on. Scott, will you get her some water please?" She said with a glance at Scott, he nodded before quickly darting out of the room. "How's you head feel?" She asks in a sweet calm voice, reminding me of my moms.

"Just fuzzy. What happened?"

"What do you remember?" She asked as Scott showed up in the doorway. He must have ran really fast. Scott came around to stand on my right as Mrs. McCall helped me sit up and drink some water.

"I was with Stiles, we were standing in the hallway." I said after taking a sip of water, only coughing a little.

"You had a brain hemorrhage, a bleed in your brain," She started to explain to me, Stiles and the other probably already having heard this. "It was small, but it must have happened a few weeks ago for it to get that bad. We were able to relieve the pressure on your brain and stop the bleep without any major surgery. You got lucky."

I guess that explains some things, the headache, nausea, and shaky hands, I just thought it was from the visions. Is that how this happened in the first place? This just keeps getting better and better. Note the sarcasm.

"You okay, little one?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay." I said, giving Olly a smile. "How long have I been in here?"

"A week." Olly answered, making my heart skip. A week? A whole week? What happened with Gerard and everything else? Scott must have known what I was thinking because he spoke next.

"Everyone's fine, just worried about you." I looked up at him and he nodded, a small smile tugging on his lips.

"Thanks Scottie."

"Scottie?" He asked, his smile growing.

"Yup, that's your name now." I said while poking him in the shoulder, earning a small chuckle from Mrs. McCall. "When can I get out of here?" I asked, turning my head to look at her.

"Well, We'll talk with your doctor, but I think you should be good by tomorrow. But, you'll need to take it easy and we'll schedule you to come back in for a checkup sometime."

I nodded along as she told me this, just happy to be getting out of here soon. "But you still need your rest, and so do all of you." She said with pointed looks at everyone in the room. "I haven't be able to get this one to leave your side." Mrs. McCall told me, putting her hand on Stiles' head.

I squeezed his hand and smiled at him, grateful that he stayed by my side.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Olly said, making me turn to look at him. "Linda brought the kids by, they got you this." He handed me a little brown teddy bear that held a small balloon that said 'Get well soon'. I gratefully took it with a smile.

"I'll have to remember to say thanks. Now you heard the lady, shoo." I said, making a shoo motion with my right hand, left still being held by Stiles. I saw Olly about to say something, probably about to protest leaving, but I spoke before he could. "It's fine Olly, I'm good, you need to go home and take a shower, you stink." I added a face when I said that, trying to make my point stronger. Olly just laughed and shook his head before standing and giving me a kiss on the forehead.

"Alright little one, call if you need anything, I'll be back early in the morning. Love you."

"Love you to Olly." I said back to him before he made his way to the door, glancing back once before he disappeared into the hospital hallway.

"Alright, you guys too." Mrs. McCall said, pointing to the boys.

"Okay mom, we'll head out in a minutes." Scott said.

"Alright but only a minute, I'll be back soon to check on you." Mrs. McCall said, making her way to the door where she exited, closing the door behind her.

"What happened?" Was the first thing out of my mouth.

"Well Jackson's alive." Stiles said.

"What?" I asked, keeping my voice low.

"Yeah, it was this whole weird thing. We dealt with Gerard and..." Scott trailed off, taking the seat Olly had vacated.

"And?" I asked, looking between the boys.

"Peter's also alive." Stiles said, making my eyes go wide.

"Wha-, oh my go-. Who's next? Elvis?" I asked, making both boys laugh. "How's Allison?"

"She ah, she's... Taking some times, going somewhere with her dad for awhile." Scott told me, the smile leaving his face.

"She came to see you." Stiles said, motioning to the end of the bed where a vase of flowers sat.

"It's probably for the best, give her some time to clear her head, figure things out. Losing a parent is never easy." I said, a frown of my own taking over my face.

"Is it just me or did it suddenly get super depressing in here?" Stiles asked, managing to get us to smile.

"Okay, Mrs. McCall wasn't joking around, you guys need to go and get some sleep. You can fill me in on the rest tomorrow."

"I'm good, 100% I can stay." Stiles said, causing me to smile and look over to him.

"Yeah, no. You need to go home, it's late anyways, I'm just going to be asleep. Go home and get some real sleep and bring me back some edible, non-hospital food. Please." I added when he was about to say something.

"I think you lost this one buddy." Scott said, standing from his chair.

"Yeah, I think so too." Stiles said, also standing.

"We'll see you in the morning Robin." Scott said from my right, giving me a hug.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow." I told him, returning the hug. When we broke apart I turned to Stiles as he leaned down to give me a kiss. "Goodnight you guys." I said after we pulled away.

"Goodnight." They said in unison, making me chuckle. They walked towards the door and I waved, Stiles pausing to wave back before Scott grabbed his shirt and dragged him from the room, shutting the door behind them, making me laugh before a yawn broke through. Guess I'm more tired than I thought. Sighing, I lie back down and close my eyes, the darkness consuming me before I could process a single thought.

Slowly blinking my eyes open, the first thing I notice is that it's still dark. Even darker than before I closed my eyes it seems.

I'm not sure what woke me up, I don't think I was dreaming, which is odd for me but hey, I'll take it as long as I can sleep peacefully.

Rubbing my eyes, something catches my attention and I realize what woke me up.

"You know," I started saying as I sat up, "That's kinda creepy." The figure I was talking to then emerges from the shadows to sit in the chair to the right of my bed.

"Sorry."

"Oh my, Derek Hale apologizing, what is the world coming to?" I said with feign shock and surprise.

"Shut up." Derek said, although he was smiling.

"Ah, there he is, the Derek Hale we all know and love."

"How you feeling?" He asked, scooting forward in his chair.

"Oh, and he disappeared again to be replaced by this stranger with feelings." I said with a laugh, him rolling his eyes. "I feel pretty good actually, but they do have me on some pain meds so, could just be them working their magic." I finished talking with a yawn.

"I came by a few times, but every time Stiles was here." Derek told me, making me stop fiddling with the blanket and quirk an eyebrow at him.

"Is that disapproval I hear in your voice?" I asked with a smirk.

"Stiles? Really?" He sounded like a truly just couldn't understand. I thought about saying 'Kate? Really?' But felt like that was a low blow and decided against it.

"Oh come on Derek, you know you secretly like him, it's impossible not too." Derek only gave me an unamused 'Mhm', making my laugh again. "So I heard that big bad uncle is up and walking around again." That caused him to sight and rub his face before nodding. I yawned again, causing him to look up.

"You need sleep." He stated, leaning back in his chair.

"Yeah, I was sleeping but then some one woke me up." I joked, giving him a look, one brow raised.

"Sorry."

"Again with the apologizing, it's weird." He smiled and shook his head, folding his arms over his chest. "I've been asleep for a week, I'm fine." I said, a traitor yawn escaping me.

"Uh-huh, sure." He said, obviously not believing me.

"Okay, maybe I'll just rest my eyes for a minute." I stated while lying back down and closing my eyes, the darkness consuming me once more.

Taking Stiles' offered hand, I climb out of the jeep and onto the grass of the lacrosse field. I got out of the hospital a few days ago. Olly has been keeping a close eye on me, I'm surprised he let me leave the apartment without him.

I'm here with the boys, Scott's teaching Stiles how to play lacrosse better over the summer so he can make first line when school starts back. I'm here for moral support. I also brought my camera.

Going over to the nearest bleachers, I set down my bag as the boys make there way onto the field, Scott going to the goal and Stiles standing before him, ready to throw the ball.

Sighing with a smile, I bring my camera up to take some pictures as Stiles scoops of a ball, ready to throw it to Scott.

"No wolf powers!" He yells to Scott.

"Just throw the ball." Scott yells back. I let out a small laugh and shake my head, bringing up my camera to get a picture of Scott, although I know his eyes will have that ban lens flare thing they do.

Stiles shakes his head and get ready to throw the ball, and I make sure to grab a few pictures of him as well. Stiles shoots the ball, and Scott catches it no problem.

"Hey, I said no wolf powers!" Stiles yells to him, making both me and Scott laugh.

If this is what the rest of the years going to be like, I think we'll be okay.

If only we knew that this was only the beginning.

Done! I'm so happy to mark this story complete! I am going to write a sequel, if anyone wants to suggest some names for that story, please let me know.

I really do hope everyone has enjoyed this story so far and sticks around for the next part. (again, name suggestions welcomed)

I have no medical knowledge so sorry for how unrealistic that most likely was.

And for anyone confused as to who Linda is, it's Jimmy's mom.

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