Author's note: Just a friendly reminder that the only things my story has in common with the actual season 3 is the alpha pack, and something else that will come into the story later on!

Previously on Bang...

The woman threw something and Lindsay ducked, screaming. Isaac heard glass shatter.

"It isn't safe for you to let her treat you like she is."

Helen brought Lindsay over to the small table in the middle of the tiny room, forcing her to her feet. She grabbed Lindsay by the straps on her dress, forcing her head against it again and again, occasionally slapping her. Helen continued to hit Lindsay's head on the table as black spots appeared in front of her eyes.

The last thing Lindsay saw was Helen's angry face before everything went black.

"It's abuse."


"I mean... He said it because he thought that was what you wanted to hear." Lydia bit her lip. Lindsay didn't know, but Lydia wondered if it was obvious.

"How do you know?" Lindsay looked a Lydia, a little hopeful, but hardly.

Lydia paled for a second, then let go of Lindsay's wrist and started walking again. "I just have a feeling."


Lydia turned to Scott, her eyes wide. "Something's happening. It's one of those feelings I've been getting lately." She closed her eyes, trying to focus.

"Psychic?" Scott stared at her.

Lydia nodded as she opened her eyes, feeling shaken. "I think it has something to do with Lindsay."


She moved the table over only a little before standing on it. Lindsay brought her arm back, then smashed the remainder of the broom against the window. It only bounced back at her. "Come on," she pleaded, trying to slow her breathing. Lindsay used all the force she could muster as she brought the wood against the window again. Glass shattered around her and she let out a yelp. Lindsay sighed in relief as she pulled herself up to the window, carefully avoiding the shards of glass. Rain poured outside, making her that much more nervous. She pressed her lips together, trying not to look down. She knew it was a long way.

"Please don't let me die." Lindsay gulped.

Then she jumped.

The pain got worse as she rolled onto her side, groaning. Lindsay slowly stood. Nothing seemed broken.

She started running, trying to ignore the discomfort flowing through her body.

Lindsay wasn't sure where she was going, but she had to get away. Quick.


"Lindsay..." Isaac trailed off as she turned to face him. "There's something I need to tell you."

Lindsay stared at him expectantly. "Okay...?"

"Scott didn't go on that date because he wanted to. It was because he had to."

Lindsay was about to get up, but Scott pulled her face to his. At first, she was too surprised to move.

Stiles looked over, flowers in hand, and saw the two of them. That wasn't who he thought it was, was it? It couldn't be.

But he knew the guy too well. He knew exactly who it was.

He dropped the bouquet to the floor and stormed out of the shop.

"I planned it. I knew his mom's pay was getting lowered, and he desperately needed money... I told him that if he went on that date with you and got you and Stiles to break up, I would give him the money he needed."

"I saw you!" Stiles turned back around, a sad look on his face. "I saw you kiss Scott!"

Lindsay opened her mouth is surprise. "Please, just let me explain." She reached out, but Stiles stepped away.

"What is there to explain? I saw you kiss my best friend."

"You don't understand, Stiles. He-"

"Did that kiss at the park mean nothing to you!?" Everyone had left the halls and gone to their next classes. "Once you did it once, did you think you could just jump on any guy you wanted to!?"

"Stiles... No, that's not what I think. I l-" Tears cascaded down Lindsay's face.

"Please, just don't. You went on a date with my best friend, and you kissed him."

"I thought I was meeting you."

"I can't deal with this right now." Stiles threw his hands up in the air. "Whatever we had, it's not anymore. I thought you liked me like I like you."

"Stiles, I do. I swear-"

"We're through." Stiles turned again.

And just like that, he was gone.

"He didn't want to do it, but he was desperate."


Lydia closed her eyes. "I saw something."

"What did you see?" He tried to sound comforting.

She waited a few seconds to look up at him. "Lindsay."


When he opened the door, a girl in heels and a brightly colored dress stared back at him. Her wet hair stuck to her face, and mascara ran from her eyes to her cheeks, but the Sheriff wasn't sure if it was because she had been crying or the rain outside. She seemed upset, frantic even.

"Hello..." He looked around. "Did you... Walk here?" There wasn't a car in sight, and the girl did seem a little tired.

She pressed her lips together, then nodded. "Hi, Sheriff Stilinski." The girl was shivering because of the cold. "Is your son home?"


Stiles rolled his eyes, then walked towards the entryway. When he got there, his eyes landed on a girl and he froze, not sure if he was relieved or worried. The girl stood, looking at him with wide eyes. It seemed like she was crying. Stiles took a sharp breath, his arms dangling useless by his sides.

"Lindsay?" He breathed, puzzled as to why she was at his house.

Lindsay gave him a weak smile. "Hey, Stalker."


Chapter 29

Stiles stared at Lindsay in awe. Tears streamed down her face, her mascara running because of them. She was soaking wet and seemed hurt. "Lindsay..." Stiles paused, taking a step toward her. "What are you doing here?"

"I..." Lindsay choked on her words. "I didn't know where else to go." Her whole body shook.

"How did you even know where I live?" He furrowed his brow, then the realization struck him.

"Lydia," they said at the same time.

Lindsay tried to laugh, but it sounded so forced, and she quickly let any attempt at fake happiness disappear. "And... I needed to tell you about what happened with Scott. He's a nice guy, and I know why you would believe him over me, but Isaac made him-"

"I know," Stiles cut her off. "Scott and Isaac told me everything." He sighed, staring at her uncertainly. "And I'm sorry I didn't listen to you."

"Oh." Lindsay looked at her feet. If he knew, that had to mean that Stiles didn't care what happened. "I also needed to show you this." She took a step closer to Stiles, her heels making sounds on the wooden tiling.

Lindsay grabbed a few strands of her hair, which Stiles noted had blood through them, and moved them away to reveal a huge gash.

"Oh, God." Stiles looked away, covering his eyes. "Please put that away."

Lindsay furrowed her brow, letting the hair fall back into place.

"Sorry, that was really insensitive. Blood just makes me nauseous." He let out a huff, reaching out to touch her arm. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Lindsay didn't answer. She started to get dizzy, and her limbs felt weak.

"Lindsay?" Stiles questioned, narrowing his eyes in concern. "You okay?"

Suddenly, Lindsay was unable to stand. Her legs gave up on her and she started to fall to the ground.

Luckily, Stiles was close enough to catch her. "Oh my God, Lindsay?" His eyes widened. "Oh, God. Please don't be dead."

"Sorry," Lindsay muttered, her eyes only half open. "I... I think it's my head. The blood loss probably just made me weak." She smiled as best she could.

"Oh, thank God." Stiles let out a relieved breath of air. "You scared me."

Lindsay closed her eyes. "Sorry." She winced in pain.

Stiles picked Lindsay up, since it didn't seem like she would be able to walk. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He carried her into the kitchen, gently setting her down in a chair. He walked over to a cabinet.

"What are you doing?" Lindsay asked, narrowing her eyes at him quizzically.

"Getting this." Stiles held up a First Aid Kit.

She giggled. "You keep your First Aid supplies in your kitchen?"

He shrugged. "I think we have one upstairs, too." Stiles pulled out a chair across from Lindsay, opening the box. Lindsay watched him put something on a cotton ball. "This might hurt a little. If you want, you can hold something when it starts to. I don't know, I guess it will make it hurt less?"

Lindsay grabbed his free hand. He looked down at her as he stood. She moved the hair out of the way with her other hand. Stiles let a small grin pass over his face. "You ready?"

Lindsay nodded, and Stiles started to clean the wound on her head. Lindsay took a sharp breath as the cotton ball touched her skin and it started to burn. She squeezed Stiles' hand, closing her eyes.

"Do you want to tell me how this happened, anyway?" Stiles glanced down at her as he disposed of the now bloody cotton ball. Lindsay loosened her grip on Stiles' hand and he put a bandage over the gash. "You won't be able to see it because of your hair. And I still think you should get checked for a concussion." He sat down and stared at Lindsay.

Lindsay took a deep breath. "You know my great-aunt, Helen?" She wrung her hands together, hesitantly looking up at Stiles, who nodded. "I've known she was like this for a while, but... Since I came here, things have gotten worse. She gets angry over the silliest things. It's the worst when she's drunk, like she was today. She got really mad. I can't even remember why, really." Lindsay glared at her feet, letting out a puff of air. "She started hitting me, then she dragged me into the 'storage room'. It's this really tiny room in her house that there's really nothing in. It's the reason I'm claustrophobic. But there's this table in there that she kept hitting my head against, and that's where I got this." She pointed to the wound, not looking Stiles' way in fear of how he would react. "She locked me in there, like she always does, and the only way I could get out was to break the window and jump out of it." Lindsay realized she was sobbing when she had to start gasping for air. "That's where the cuts are from, and some of the bruises. The other ones are from her hitting me." Slowly, Lindsay glanced at Stiles from the corner of her eye.

He sat in silence, an angry expression on his face. Lindsay waited for a response. Stiles stood up abruptly. "I'm getting my dad," he said, about to leave the room.

"No, please don't!" Lindsay exclaimed, about to get up to stop him, but her legs were still weak. Stiles turned back to her. "Please don't tell him." The tears started to come more rapidly. "She may be doing some pretty bad things, but she's still family. You can't tell your dad."

"That woman is hurting you," Stiles replied, looking almost as upset as Lindsay. "I'm not going to just let her continue to do that."

Lindsay shook her head violently. "Please, Stiles," she pleaded.

He wiped his eyes, feeling tears of his own coming on. "Lindsay, not telling anyone is just like asking for it to happen again. I can't just sit here and watch you be in pain because of her!"

"Stiles..." Lindsay trailed off. "I can't just let her go to jail, either. I know what she's doing is wrong, and I know that there has to be another way to stop her. I've already lost you, and Lydia, and so many other people." She sobbed uncontrollably, her words spilling out faster as she continued. "I can't lost her, too. I can't do it. I just need-"

Stiles came back over to Lindsay and cut her off by kissing her. His lips were soft and gentle against her own. He held the sides of her face as if he were afraid she might break. Lindsay kissed back, her arms draped around his neck. When he finally pulled away, they were both gasping for breath.

"What was that for?" She questioned quietly.

Stiles stared into her eyes lovingly. "Lindsay, I like you a lot. More than a lot, actually." He grinned at her. "And, unfortunately for you, you haven't lost me quite yet. You'll be stuck with me for a long time."

Lindsay laughed, finding the strength to stand. She placed her lips on his. Stiles leaned down, wrapping his arms around her waist to bring her closer.

Sheriff Stilinski, who was walking by at that exact moment, stopped in his tracks and looked at the two, a genuine smile crossing his face for the first time in a while.


"Stiles just texted me," Scott said to Lydia, sighing in relief. "Lindsay's with him. He said she's okay."

Lydia furrowed her brow. "Is she hurt?"

Scott shrugged. "I don't know. Are you okay?"

"Yeah." She closed her eyes. "I was just so sure that something happened. I saw it. I felt it."

"Maybe something did. I can ask if you want." He sat down next to her, concerned. Lydia nodded. Scott sent a text to Stiles, then looked over at her. "So, what exactly did you see?"

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. There was no way Lydia could tell him what she saw. Lindsay would hate her more than she already did. "I-"

The sound of Scott's phone buzzing saved her from having to explain. He glanced at it. "He just hit her head." Scott grinned at Lydia. "Is that what you saw?"

Lydia thought for a second. That was probably what Lindsay told Stiles to say. It was to keep Scott from finding out, she was sure, but it was still enough for her to determine she was right.

"Yeah." Lydia smiled back anxiously. "Something like that."


Stiles and Lindsay sat next to each other on his couch. He held her hand, looking over at her. "So, who else knows?" Stiles questioned quietly.

"Um..." Lindsay cleared her throat. "Well, my friend, Nina, Lydia, and... Isaac." She glanced at him uncertainly.

"Isaac?" Stiles raised an eyebrow, suddenly feeling pretty jealous. Why had she told Isaac before him?

Lindsay sighed. "Well, that... That day that..." By the way she was struggling to find the right way to tell him, Stiles knew Lindsay was talking about the day she and Scott kissed. She noticed the pained expression on his face and continued. "I don't really know what exactly happened. Isaac said that Scott told him about what happened, but clearly that isn't true, so maybe he followed me home. I'm not sure." Stiles noticed how badly Lindsay's hand was shaking and helped her steady it. She gave him an appreciative smile. "I sort of snuck out that night, and Helen got really mad, and, well, you know..." Stiles stiffened. He should be telling his dad. "When Isaac got there, he saw."

Stiles noticed she'd started crying again and wiped a tear away with his thumb. "It's okay." He stared into her eyes.

Lindsay gave him a wobbly grin, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. Stiles slowly returned the gesture, not wanting to let her go. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to tell you everything," she whispered.

Stiles pulled away, holding her at arm's length. "Trust me, I know. I've been dying to tell you how I feel since I realized how wrong I was." He let out a huff, pausing. "I have something else I wanted to ask you."

"Okay." Lindsay waited patiently.

'You said you lost Lydia before..." Stiles looked at Lindsay hesitantly. "Did something happen?"

She bit her lip uncertainly. "We got into a fight." Lindsay wrung her hands together. "Ever since I came here, I've felt something is different. Something strange is going on in this town..." Stiles gaped at her, but she didn't seem to notice. "I know she knows what it is, so I tried to make her tell me. She just said that Beacon Hills has the highest murder rate in California." Lindsay scoffed. "I mean, it's true, I looked to make sure, it's just..." She trailed off, unsure of whether she should continue. "I know there's more to the story." Lindsay took a deep breath, looking at Stiles. "Just be honest with me, okay? Do you know what's going on in this town?"

Stiles took a while to respond, choosing his words carefully. "No, I don't," he lied hesitantly, instantly feeling guilty. Lying to Lindsay was possibly the hardest thing he'd ever done. "But I've felt it, too."

Lindsay stayed silent. Clearly, that wasn't the answer she was looking for. Stiles thought about telling her everything, but realized it would only put her in more danger. "What are we?" She suddenly blurted out, staring at Stiles.

"I don't know." Stiles raised an eyebrow. "What do you want to be?"

Lindsay glanced at Stiles' lips. She brought her mouth to his carefully. Stiles sank into the kiss, but Lindsay quickly pulled away. "I know what I want," she breathed. "What do you want?"

Stiles pretended to think about it. "Hmm..." Lindsay giggled. "How about a do-over on that date?"

"I don't know..." She replied playfully. "I guess I'll think about it." Lindsay shrugged and Stiles laughed. "There is that party on Tuesday. I might consider going with you."

"Oh, really?" Stiles inched his face closer to Lindsay's. "How about now?" He pressed his lips against hers.

When he pulled away, Lindsay tilted her head to the side in mock thought. "I'll consider it, for sure." She grinned.

He pulled her closer, and she sucked in a breath. "What about..." Stiles tilted her head up to his, holding her face in his hands as he kissed her. "Now?""

Lindsay pulled back to answer. "I'll definitely consider it."

"Oh, come on." Stiles stuck out his bottom lip in a pout and Lindsay laughed. "What's it going to take to get a yes?"

"Hmm..." She tapped a finger to her lips.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, then kissed her, harder this time. Lindsay smiled underneath his lips, grasping at the hairs on the back of his neck. When Stiles moved away, Lindsay found herself hovering in the same place instead of pulling away herself. He gave her an expectant look.

"What's your answer, now?"

"Definitely yes." She pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes.

"That's what I thought." Stiles chuckled as Lindsay hit his arm. "I knew you'd come to your senses eventually."

Lindsay gasped in mock shock. "Well, we'll see who's longing for more when I'm done." She pressed her face to his, moving slowly against him. Lindsay moved her hands up his body steadily, gracefully. She granted his tongue entrance as he pulled her closer.

"I don't think I can wait until Tuesday," Stiles muttered in between breaths.

"Me, either," Lindsay replied.

Hesitantly, Stiles pulled back. "What about Sunday?"

"There's no party on Sunday," she joked, smiling.

"Well..." Stiles paused, staring at Lindsay. "We could go to dinner, or you could come here."

Lindsay's eyes sparkled. "Personally, I feel like as long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter where we are." She sighed. "You can decide."

Stiles drew his eyebrows together. "Oh, I was going to anyway." He looked at Lindsay and they both laughed.

"I was counting on it." She trailed off, and her happy expression slowly disappeared. Lindsay gulped. "Stiles... I don't think I can go back tonight." She gave him a concerned look, her body starting to shake again.

"Hey, it's okay." Stiles held her face in his hands. "You can just stay here."

Lindsay seemed surprised by his response. "Are you sure your dad will be okay with that?" She questioned, her eyes filled with worry.

He shrugged. "Sure. I can just tell him that you got into a fight with Helen." Her eyes widened. "Don't worry, I won't tell him about her, even though I should. But he'll be okay with it, I promise."

"Thank you," Lindsay whispered. "For everything." She gave him a quick peck on the lips. Stiles watched her carefully. "You should probably talk to your dad. Tell him I'll sleep on the couch."

"Okay." He nodded, standing. "I'll be right back." Stiles left the room, adding quietly since he knew it was too early to say, "I love you."