Teen wolf does not belong to me - anyways a massive and thankful shout out to xXbriannaXx, VampirePrincess11, Crash88, guest, sarahmichellegellarfan, nogistiles, Kayela-Brown-1228,Ayine, cecld16, Iste and zvc56 ((also my 400th reviewer)) TazyTara and Natasha . Brittain you all rock, hope you enjoy x

i have also posted a link on my tumblr to a vid I made of Kayla, Allison and Lydia to fight song, it's on YouTube but you have to click on the link to view it. Tumblr is same as my pen name :)

The hot white pain seared across her arm and she let out an involuntary yelp, reality piercing through the suicidal depressing thoughts that circled her but Lydia's small arms just tightened around her back, keeping her still against her shoulder.

And just like that she was free... Well, not really, everything she thought and said was right but it was less crushing and suffocating than before. She felt more like herself, she felt like Kayla again but she didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. Probably a good thing... Yeah she would go for a good thing, didn't want to be too depressing.

Lydia whispered something in her ear, she couldn't really distinguish what was said but it soothed her slightly and she sniffed loudly, no doubt getting tears and snot all over Lydia's designer dress and denim jacket.

She pulled back, shame filling her veins. She shot Isaac, could've killed him, could've killed any of the rest of her friends, could've killed herself, she still felt like her finger was still hovering over the trigger, pushing the self destruct button. It was weird, what she felt. It was like sorrow and guilt was creeping up on her and when she looked at the gun she actually saw a future despite the fact if she pulled the trigger she wouldn't have a future at all. It was all very strange indeed.

Lydia's gaze was soft but understanding, her green gaze intense as they stared into her eyes, her hands not leaving her shoulders.

She felt so relieved... Like the weight was lifted from her shoulders.

She tried for a small smile of thanks but the nausea was creeping up on her again. It was dull and almost non existent as she held the gun and almost killed everyone, it took a backseat but now it was revving the throttle and she felt her stomach churning, like a really bad and sucky hangover.

Lydia must have sensed what was going on with her, or maybe her face was just screwing up that bad but either way she quickly leaned back, grabbing a small trash can from between the two beds and stuck it under her chin, and just in time too other wise Kayla would no doubt get Lydia's dry cleaning bill, something she didn't really want.

Lydia's hands held back her hair, just exactly like how Stiles was doing earlier as the sickness took over - she was never going to eat again, even the thought of it made her whole stomach roll. Her throat burned, fingers clenching the tin exterior of the trash can.

"Lovely" she was sure she heard Isaac mutter, no doubt to break the silence as she stopped spewing her ringer up, letting out a quiet moan as Lydia rubbed her back, "I would take you shooting me again over that"

She was sure she heard someone hit his arm, probably Scott, but surprisingly that made her laugh lightly. Trust Isaac to be the silence breaker.

"Okay, how about you all leave, give us some privacy and we'll meet you in the bus?" Lydia suggested but somehow Kayla knew Lydia wasn't about to take no for an answer - Lydia took no ones bullshit.

"But-"

Lydia interrupted Stiles as her dainty fingers scraped Kayla's hair back in a ponytail, "no buts, why are you 'butting' me, everything's fine, now shoo" she felt her lifting a hand to wave at them, "go"

"Yeah but-"

"She's fine" Lydia emphasised, "the puking shows that"

"How is that a good thing?' Stiles asked, confusion lacing his voice, "Lydia-"

"Stiles" her voice was low and full of warning, "it just is, I know, now Scott please just get him out of here" Kayla felt her turn back around to her, her hand rubbing soothing circles between her shoulder blades, "how are you feeling now?"

"Just peachy" she muttered, head still in the trash can, "can't you tell?"

"Sass is still as strong, that's a good thing" she could feel the grin on Lydia's lips.

"But I-"

"Stiles, come on" Scott gently stared tugging him away, "let's just give them some privacy hm?" He asked but Stiles still felt worry churning in his stomach, his eyes wide and stance jumpy. He had to act like he was indifferent, epecially in front of Lydia and Allison, but as Brian had so helpfully pointed out he wasn't that great of an actor. His girlfriend had just tried to shoot herself, everything she said, the way Lydia talked her back from the ledge, knowing that all of that had been building up inside her for months really hit home with him. They all acted like they were fine but they were the opposite of fine - every single one of them was broken.

"Stiles..." Scott voice trailed off, his friend was making his way out, Isaac already out, muttering something about changing shirts but he needed to see for himself. He needed to see her gaze, he needed her to see the care and worry in his eyes.

And just like that his wish was granted. She turned her head to the side, lolling on the rim of the trash can and their eyes met. He was literally waiting on the edge of his seat to see for himself how 'okay' she was and the relief he felt was immense. She sent him a very small smile, almost unnoticeable, but they had to keep 'them' on the down low. Her stare was meant for him and him alone, it was soft but intense and it conveyed about a hundred different messages, all of which he picked up on.

"I'm okay, stop fretting silly, see no gun? My head is currently half way in a trash can, the only danger I'm in is if I get stuck but I don't quite think my head is that big yet, hm Stilinski? And please chill, it's a sickness bug, I'm completely fine but the best thing you can do is head out to the bus, we don't want people to get suspicious, remember what Brian said?"

He literally got all of that from one simple stare. He could read her like a book when she wanted him to. He understood.

But just because he understood it didn't mean he had to like it. He didn't want to leave, he didn't want to go back out to the bus, he wanted to stay here. But he couldn't. He knew that. So he just settled in giving an almost unnoticeable nod. Fine, he would go to keep up appearances but he wasn't going back to the bus. He would wait for her, like he always did.

"Okay... Okay sure" he murmured to himself, allowing Scott to pull him from the room and quietly close the door behind him leaving only Kayla, Allison and Lydia in the room. The three musketeers.

"Sometimes they're like fungus, incredibly hard to get rid of" Lydia muttered and Kayla let out a quiet laugh, lifting her head from the trash can and sending her a small smile, "I'm glad you agree"

"How you feeling?" Allison winced in sympathy, lowering herself to her knees so they were all sprawled out over the carpeted floor, "any better?"

"Suicidally? Like eighty percent, better than most days, or puking out my entire digestive system? Zero percent" she wrapped an arm across her torso, "how can I puke when I haven't eaten anything in like three days?"

Lydia and Allison shared a glance, one that made her suspicious... Very suspicious indeed.

"...what?' She asked, pushing herself up and furrowing her eyebrows, still hugging the trash can close to her chest just in case, "what's that look for? You've been doing that a lot lately"

"What? No we haven't" Allison claimed, shaking her head but Kayla just cocked an eyebrow, "Uh... What look are we talking about here?"

They both applied the 'trying to act innocent look' but Kayla saw straight through it, "the kind of look like you're dying to tell me something but you're not for some reason" they both opened their mouths but she held up a finger, "and don't deny it, I know there's something" she looked straight at Lydia, "I just know"

Allison looked between the two curiously, her forehead crinkling, "is that how you knew what to say Lydia? Can you... Can you hear each other's thoughts?"

"No, thank god" Lydia exclaimed loudly and Kayla shot her a playful glare, "I don't want to be in her dirty mind"

"Yeah, as if I want to listen about Prodo shoes and handbags all day"

"Prada honey" Lydia corrected, "it's Prada"

"They all look the same to me" Kayla shrugged, letting out a miserable moan under her breath as she felt like she had continuos motion sickness, this - whatever this was - was incredibly sucky, "but no we just..." She couldn't find the right word, her eyebrows scrunching together, "we just... I dunno... She screamed and I kind of just... Just latched onto what she was feeling"

"Yeah" Lydia agreed, "like an echo"

"Exactly" she snapped her fingers at her friends, "that's what it was, like an echo" poor Allison looked even more confused than before, "okay so it's like Lydia's scream, Lydia's terror lit a spark" she explained, "and that spark then made a connection between us for some reason" Allison face screwed up in confusion before raising an eyebrow, obviously wanting her to explain some more, "Uh... Yeah that's all I got" she shrugged, "we're just as confused as you are"

"It wasn't just that though" Lydia's voice was soft but cautious as she stared at Kayla, "when you were, well..."

"About to redecorate the walls with my brain matter?"

"To put it delicately, yes" Lydia's snark was strong, "there was... Flashes"

"Flashes?" Allison and Kayla asked at the same time, confusion seeping into their voices, "good job you're not epileptic then"

"Not flashes, flashes" she emphasised, her gaze turning sympathetic, "of your life"

Oh. Oh. Crickey. To see that one would need a bloody crash helmet.

"... Okay" she just muttered, wondering why Lydia was looking at her like she was a broken China doll, "what does that have to-"

"The fire" Lydia murmured, "eichen house, Aiden, Mia..." She trailed off, "I didn't force myself into your head or anything it just happened" she was speaking quickly now, fear that Kayla may be upset with her for snooping, "I couldn't stop it and it was over in a second... A whole life time of pain and misery happened so quickly and it was over before I knew what was-"

"Lydia" Kayla interrupted with a soft smile, reaching out to touch her hand that was resting on her knee, "it's fine" okay well it wasn't 'fine' per se, she didn't want anyone to see that, to see how vulnerable and broken she was, it was bad enough when Isaac and Stiles dived head first straight into memories but for some reason Lydia was different, she meant no harm by it, she couldn't stop it, it wasn't her fault.

Green clashed with green, staring into one another's endless depths, searching for understanding.

To break up the silence Kayla felt a smile tugging at her lips, amusement flashing through her eyes, "so do you want to make out or something?" She smirked, "you're giving me googly eyes"

Lydia cracked a smile, "ask me that again when you haven't just puked into a motel trash can and I might just say yes"

"Might? No, you definitely will" she grinned, "don't deny the sexual tension Lyds"

"Denying? Nope, postponing? Absolutely" she let out a light laugh, "now please, if you don't feel your stomach emptying itself any time soon then brush your teeth... Thoroughly"

"Oh ha ha" Allison helped her to her feet and she clumsily made her way to the bathroom, picking up the poor toothbrush that had been worked far too damn hard this past week or two and squeezing on a big dollop of spearmint toothpaste, sticking it in her mouth before leaning against the doorway and cocking an eyebrow at her two friends.

"An' do't thin' tha' distr'cted me, what do yo' wann' say?" She asked through a mouthful of foam and saliva, always acting so graceful and ladylike if she did say so herself, "c'mon guys... Ple'se?"

They both shared apprehensive looks which made her roll her eyes - God, you would think they were about to tell her she had cancer or something.

"Uh..." Lydia muttered, glancing at Allison sideways but it was the latter that looked about ready to open her mouth and spill the beans, whatever the beans were she didn't know.

"Kayla-"

"No" Lydia interrupted, shaking her head quickly at Allison, "Allison what are you doing?" Her whisper was hushed but Kayla still heard it, "shhhh"

"She's going to find out eventually" Allison shrugged back, tilting her head down to Lydia to keep their voices quiet, "after tonight are you really wanting to take any chances?"

Confusion would be a severe understatement to what she was feeling right now.

They both gave her a long once over, "she'll freak" Lydia claimed.

"Uh..." She raised her hand like a polite school kid, "right here you know" they sent her surprised looks, "plus you do know I can hear you right?"

Lydia just shook her head, "nope... No way"

"Yes way" Allison contradicted, "Lydia..."

They were staring at each other, having a silent argument slash debate with their eyes and in that time Kayla spat out the toothpaste, rinsed out her mouth and returned to the room, amusement flashing through her eyes.

"You two are acting like a married couple" she observed with a light laugh, "c'mon, whatever it is it can't be that bad"

"Exactly" Allison agreed, "now that Lydia is optimism"

Lydia was stubborn though and just shook her head, something Allison was about to defy.

"Kayla... Don't freak okay? However much of a shock this is, promise me?"

"Allison stop-"

"Okay" Kayla interrupted, nodding her head quickly, "sure, promise, cross my heart and all that jazz" she smirked lightly, "so what's the big secret?"

Allison and Lydia shared another knowing look and she was just dying to know what the hell was going on... It was killing her to watch them mutter under their breath and shoot her knowing looks. Whatever it was they could tell her. They could tell her anything.

"Okay... Okay um..." Allison gulped, "Uh... Kayla-"

"Allison's in love with Stiles" spilled from Lydia's lips before she could stop it, all she knew was she had to protect her friend at any cost but after that ridiculous lie was out in the open she felt like kicking herself... Idiot Martin, what happened to being smart?

It was clear that awful lie wasn't bought by the fact Kayla let out a loud laugh, obviously finding it absolutely hilarious whilst Allison let out a choking noise, sending Lydia a bug eyed look.

"Allison's in love with Stiles?" She laughed whilst Lydia winced, ignoring the daggers getting sent her way by Allison, "Allison, our friend Allison, is in love with my boyfriend?" She asked before realising her mistake and covering it up quickly, "Uh... Ex boyfriend?"

"... Yes?" Lydia's tone indicated more of a question than a statement, "one hundred percent"

Kayla couldn't help the chortles that freed from her lips, slowly shaking her head at Lydia in amusement, "okay, sure Lydia, good one"

It was hilarious how ridiculous that thought was.

But Lydia thought it was better than knowing the actual truth, at least for now. She wanted Kayla to find out herself, her symptoms were basically slapping herself in her face, how in gods name couldn't she see it? Puking, check. Weird reaction to smells, check. Peeing all the god damn time, check. Plus Lydia was sure her boobs had jumped up a couple of cup sizes. Either she just didn't pay attention or it never crossed her mind.

"I wasn't joking" she lied as Kayla continued laughing, "I wasn't"

"Sure" her friend drawled out, still laughing her ass off, "heh... After the past week I've had I needed that laugh" she patted her shoulder as she walked past, "don't worry, I won't ask anything more until you're ready to tell me" she said seriously before dissolving into a fit of the giggles again, "Allison and Stiles? Oh my god... That is just too funny" she exclaimed, still laughing at the hilarity of that statement as she walked over to the beds and started throwing all her stuff into her holdall.

"Lydia, what was that?" Allison whispered, pulling Lydia forward by the sleeve of her jacket, "that was an awful lie"

"I couldn't think of anything else" she defended herself, shrugging a shoulder, "but hey, it worked, she dropped it"

"Yeah because you gave her a fit of hysterics" Allison's lips quirked, remembering Lydia's awful interruption.

"Only to stop you... I really think she's just not ready... In fact I know it" because she did, know that was, she had enough turmoil to deal with and sort out over these next few days, this would just complicate things, "I know you want her to know, so do I, but please... Just trust me"

Allison's eyes softened as they looked down at her, her lips pursing, "I do trust you Lydia... I'm sorry" she apologised, "I shouldn't have said anything"

"It's okay" Lydia smiled lightly, "I get it, I do" she sympathised with Allison - it was hard to keep secrets, especially from you best friend, but what helped Lydia was knowing she was doing the right thing, logically. The last thing she wanted was her friend to have an emotional breakdown and she was already teetering on the edge. Lydia didn't want to be the person to give her that shove.

"Yo, I'm ready" Kayla called to them, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and sending them a small smile, "are you?"

"God yes" Lydia exclaimed, plastering a happy go lucky expression over her face, "the quicker we get away from this hell hole the better"

"Agreed" Allison nodded, sending Lydia a knowing look as she brushed past her to get the door, "I never thought a night on the bus sounded so appealing"

"I never thought I would ever get to see a night again" Kayla piped up and all she received back was two glares at that amazing reminder, "what? Like you two weren't thinking the same thing"

Lydia arched a delicate eyebrow, "I was just thinking how great it was to have you back to normal" a smirk danced across her lips, "only now I feel like gagging you"

"Gagging Huh?" She chuckled, crossing over the threshold and feeling immediately better as the fresh air hit her face, the cool air nipping at her flushed cheeks, "I could do a little bondage, why not"

"Just a little?" Lydia grinned, walking ahead of her but swivelling her head around to shoot her a smirk, "a little isn't very interesting"

"Fine" a small laugh freed from her lips as they made their way to the steps across from them, "a lot of bondage"

"Much better"

"You two are the worst" Allison observed as Kayla titled her head to the side as Allison walked next to her, a small grin pulling at her lips to show her adorable dimples, "I can't believe I'm laughing at this situation... You almost died you know"

"Unfortunate" Kayla shrugged, "but it happens every other week, it's fine" she waved her hand in dismissal, pushing all her chaotic emotions to the side and far far away from her. It wasn't that she had suddenly gotten over it, her friends knew that, but if there was one thing they were all good at was carrying on, wading through knee high of crap. She didn't feel happy, she felt like shit. The twinkle in her eyes wasn't there, it was snuffed out. Pretending to be okay and laughing and joking just made all that crap slightly easier to deal with. She knew Allison knew that if the reserved stare was anything to go by and she definitely knew Lydia knew. She felt a slight buzz in the base of her stomach, Lydia's cautiousness.

They may appear normal yet they were anything but.

They traipsed down the steps side by side, a comfortable silence pressing against them. At least until a figure moved from the side of the metal railings and they all simultaneously jumped, obviously still being a tad on edge after the nights events, expecting the worst but it just turned out to be Stiles.

Stiles who had chosen to give them some privacy but still wait around, or maybe the more appropriate term would be 'slink around' like a creepy ass stalker hidden in the shadows. But it was the thought that counted. In fact it was kinda sweet.

Lydia's mouth was halfway open into a shout before realising who it was and snapping her mouth shut, a glare crossing her features.

"What are you trying to do? Give us heart attacks?" She demanded, blowing out a relieved breath, "seriously?!"

Though she seemed a lot calmer than before this whole bus trip. Back when Kayla thought Stiles did actually do all those horrible things, Lydia's glare was lethal and deadly, her words were full of fire and knives but now, Kayla noticed, when she looked at him she was looking at him almost fondly, the way she did before all this shit happened. Maybe the showdown in the motel changed her view of him. Again.

"Uh... Sorry" he apologised half heartedly, his voice faint but his eyes fell on her and she could see the relief that spread through them, "um... Can I... Can I talk to you?" Although his voice was mostly calm and monotone there was a spark of worry that shone through. His whole trying to be dis-interested facade breaking slightly.

Of course, Lydia and Allison still thought he was a cheating awful person where as Scott and Isaac knew that was all a lie but none of them knew of their decision to keep their relationship under wraps because it was a secret. Jesus Christ this was confusing.

She had to physically stop herself from smiling at him, not giving the game away.

"Uh... Um yeah... Yeah sure" she nodded as Allison's eyes widened in surprise and Lydia's hair almost slapped her cheek by how fast she whipped around to send her a highly disbelieving look.

"Um, what?" Lydia asked, an eyebrow cocking, "what?"

Overprotective friends, they were great.

"It's okay" she sent her friend a small comforting smile, "I want to"

"Why?" She asked, frowning between the two of them, "am I missing something?" Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, giving them both thorough once overs and Kayla actually felt like she was getting interrogated, her keen eyes no doubt observing and studying her body language.

"What? No" She defended but her heart picked up a little at the lie but she kept a calm exterior, "I just..." Her eyes met his again briefly, stares clashing intensely, "I just..." She hated this, the lying, the secrecy, but if it meant saving lives then there was no other way. She didn't realise she was staring at Stiles until Lydia coughed deliberately and she shook her head, breaking herself from that trance, "I just need to... Do something" she made up vaguely, shrugging a shoulder.

But Lydia's stare just intensified even more, her forehead crinkling between the two of them but it was Allison, level headed reasonable Allison, that took control. Her hand curled around Lydia's arm and gently started tugging her away, much to the strawberry blondes distaste.

"Allison what are you-"

"Just give them some space"

"Why? So he can worm into her head again? No way-"

"Lydia-"

"If he seduces her I swear to god-"

"Lydia, Kayla's the one with that ability to do that" Allison pointed out, still holding Lydia as they made their way to the bus, the latter trying to turn around and watch the two of them.

"Men Allison, he's a man and men are- paishsnjska" the rest of her sentence came out muffled as Allison clapped a hand over her mouth, shooting them an apologetic smile as she dragged Lydia practically kicking and screaming to the bus - Allison, the mother, Lydia the toddler having the temper tantrum.

She waited until she couldn't hear them struggling and glanced over Stiles' shoulder, making sure the coast was clear before giving a very small nod, telling him that silently.

"Kaylz" he immediately said, relief coated in his voice as he took a step closer to her, his hands reaching out for her but she quickly shook her head, her eyes widening dramatically, the clear message being 'not here, we have an audience' and they did. Allison, Lydia, Scott, Isaac and even Boyd were watching not so discreetly from the bus window, expressions varying.

A pained look flashed across his face at that, keeping the three feet distance between them despite how badly she craved to close that gap.

"I... Are you-" he lowered his voice dramatically, his back to the bus so they couldn't see his expression which was full of worry and intensity, "are you okay?" He then just scoffed at himself, shaking his head a little, "no of course you're not, stupid question" their stare met again and his gaze softened, "but... But do you feel... Alright? Now?"

She gave him the smallest and softest of smiles, well aware of their friends watching them like Hawks, "yeah... Much better" she told him quietly, knowing Isaac would have no trouble listening in, Scott was a bit more respective of privacy, "Lydia she, Uh... She helped a lot"

He frowned, his honey flecked brown orbs staring at the ground briefly in contemplation before flickering up to meet her stare, "why Uh... Why didn't you say? About what you were feeling?" He whispered in a quiet voice, "you can always talk to me"

"I know" she replied, "only now not in public or anywhere near, y'know, people" she smirked lightheartedly, showing him she was joking.

His eyes flared up with pain, one foot moving forward but he stopped himself, "I'm sorry about that" he apologised, "if you want... If it would be easier to just... Cool off until Brian-"

"No" she shook her head, "no, like you said he's not winning, never again" she vowed, making the same mistake as him and almost taking a step forward but faltered, wincing as she did so, "and about not talking... It's not that I didn't want to talk to you... I just thought I could deal with it" she explained, "and I could... At least until whatever the hell is happening to us happened and amped up everything by like a million" she smiled lightly before shaking her head, "don't worry Stiles"

"Don't worry?" He repeated her phrase in confusion, "how can't I worry Kaylz? Because I'm worrying, a heck of a lot actually" he told her, "my worry scale is flashing in the ultra red zone over here and I can't shut it off" he rambled, "and I don't know what happened between you and Lydia back there but just because I can't physically feel your emotions it doesn't mean I don't know they're there"

Her heart sped up slightly as he talked, her bottom lip finding its way in-between her teeth.

"And I hate seeing it... Seeing you so sad" he whispered empathetically, "and I can't do a damn thing about it"

Her family, her dad, her brother. Harry. Paige. Derek. Everyone she had lost or disconnected herself from. It hurt, of course it did, but she got on with it. But seeing someone so invested in wanting to help her made her walls crumble a little.

"It's not your job to fix me" she whispered quietly, "you don't have to pick up the pieces"

"I want to" he replied, almost stepping forward again before realising his mistake and letting out an aggravated sigh in frustration before glancing over his shoulder at the bus currently filled with their friends, who was still blooming staring like they were at the damn pictures, "come on"

"Huh?" Her voice still quiet and tired as he stepped forward, taking her hand in a gentle grip, "Stiles, what about-"

"It doesn't matter" he replied, knowing what she was going to say before she knew herself, holding her close to the side of his body as he walked back towards the motel, "I need to speak to you, properly Kaylz"

She trailed after him, glancing over her shoulder once to see a few flabbergasted expressions on her friends faces but Lydia's was the most hilarious. She looked as if she has been personally betrayed, that or someone had slipped an ice cube down her back.

They ducked under the metal railings of the stairs and made their way over to the far off wall, slipping between a space between two walls, creating an almost alley like way and as soon as they were out of sight he turned around, not giving her mind a chance to catch up with her before he pulled her tight against his chest, his hands clinging to her.

A simple hug. Who knew that could make her feel a billion times better?

"I've been dying to do this" he whispered against the crook of her neck, her hair tickling his cheek, "you have no idea how badly I've wanted this"

A smirk graced her lips, "trust me, I know"

One hand trailed up the back of his neck to thread through his unruly hair, the other pressing flat against his shoulder blade, enjoying the feel of him pressing his forehead into her shoulder, his nose skimming across her neck.

It was simple, quiet and unmessy. Exactly what they needed right now.

"Stiles?" She hummed out quietly, not wanting to break this comfortable silence they had established, "this is nice and all... Really nice..." Especially how he had his arms around her waist, "except you're kinda squeezing and I'm super nauseous... Get my drift?"

She heard a chuckle, the noise sending vibrations through her skin as his lips moved over her neck to pull back, his arms loosening from around her.

"Sorry" he apologised, standing up to his full height and he reached out, tucking some loose hair behind her ear, "I'll take you to the doctors when we get back"

Sweet thought, wouldn't work.

"Um... We can't... Remember?" She asked, watching as his face fell, "hence the clinginess around the back of a shitty motel"

"Right" he seemed disappointed at that, "stupid Brian"

"Stupid Brian" She echoed, "but we'll think of something"

"Actually Uh..." He sent a small smile, "I kind of have. Thought of something"

"Oh?" Her voice went higher pitched, something close to eagerness spilling from her voice, "what's your plan?"

He winced, apology shining in his eyes. "I can't... I can't tell you"

Okay that was unexpected.

"... Why?" She whispered, still playing with his hair, "don't you-"

"I trust you, it's him I don't trust" he smiled lightly, the pads of his fingers making patterns across her cheek, "we know he can use powers and abilities right?"

Her stomach churned at that thought, the ghost of his unwanted fingers brushing against her skin, "Uh... Yeah, right"

Realisation dawned in his eyes as he glanced at her softly, apology written on his features but his eyes got this fired look in them, "I just don't want to put you in a position where he could use you to-to find out"

A small smile graced her lips, "Stiles-"

"I know what you're going to say" he interrupted, placing a finger across her lips, "'you don't need to protect me I can protect myself'" he quoted her unflawlessly, even mimicking her voice a little which didn't work, not in the slightest, "and you're right, I don't need to, I'm sure you've got that covered, but-" he emphasised, "-I want to" he repeated, "the thought of him... Doing that to you again-" he sucked in a sharp breath, his honey brown eyes darkening, "-no way in hell, I'm taking no chances, not with you"

"Sap" she smirked, tugging his hair between her fingers lightly.

"Your sap" he laughed a little, "your sap in secret really" he amended, "just... Trust me, I have a plan... Most likely a suicidal stupid reckless plan but it'll work, I know it will"

She heard the fierceness in his voice, the belief and determination, "of course I trust you... You have a plan? Then let's roll with it"

He smiled at the belief she had in him, leaning down to press his forehead against hers, "you believe in me, just like that?"

"Just like that" she echoed, "and please don't make me go into the whole mushy self believe speech, I already feel like puking, no need to irritate that"

He laughed, tilting his head slightly so his nose brushed against hers and she shivered, loving but at the same time hating how he made her feel. It was kinda ridiculous actually.

"You're not mad I won't tell you?"

"Nah, because unlike a lot of other people with significant others my ego is not that big where I think it's all about me, my brain is hot-wired to see the logic rather than the emotional"

He smirked, "such a Hale"

"See? I take no offence because that was an observation" she laughed lightly, raising her free hand and poking his chest playfully.

"I knew there was a reason I loved you" he grinned boyishly, his eyes lighting up.

"One of many reasons, I'm sure" she joked as he leaned down, their lips barely brushing across each other's and her breath got sucked back into her throat, her stomach plummeting.

"One of millions"

"That's disgusting" she dead panned but a smile tugged at her lips, "truly and utterly disgusting"

"It's adorable" he contradicted, his short laugh fanning across her mouth and drying out her lips, "admit it"

"Nope" she laughed, shaking her head, "never"

He grinned cockily, a smirk adorning his features, "we'll see" and with that he slowly moved forward, their lips meeting. It was slow and sweet and filled with emotion that they couldn't communicate as much as they used to, hidden around the back of a creepy ass motel away from the people they trusted the most.

But Stiles had a plan, a pretty kick ass plan if you asked him. Of course it was pretty dangerous, highly illegal and no doubt if it went pear shaped then his head would be on a stick but if it got rid of Brian, or even stopped him, then it would be worth it.

One could hope.

Camden was fed up. No, scrap that, he wasn't just fed up, he was fucking sick and tired and ready to pull out some hearts.

How long had he been in this god forsaken place? One week? Two weeks? Three? He had lost track of time. Every time Brian the asshat came in for his daily dose of juice, otherwise known as Camden's life source, a part of him died and withered away.

His power withered away.

His eyes, once bloodthirsty red was now icy blue, his alpha status torn away from him. He was weak and he was tired. Oh god was he tired, these past few days he had been too tired to actually get any sleep. The fact his alpha powers were gone, stripped of him, meant he was fading - fast. Brian would have no use of him soon.

Camden Lahey, military boy, bad ass Alpha had been reduced to a weak, snivelling pathetic excuse for a werewolf. Even werewolf was pushing it. Soon he would lose all his power completely and then what? Would he die, or worse, become human?

His bleary eyes refocused on the dim surroundings, his head pulling itself up with effort, dreading what he would see next.

Within the last few days he had started hallucinating. Awful viscous visions tore through his mind, torturing him.

Yesterday it was his dad. How he would shout and ball, his belt hitting his skin. His awful words, his voice as sharp as razor blades. How he failed to protect his younger brother. How he got accused of running away. And he did, run away. He left Isaac to deal with the brunt of it and that could never be forgiven.

The day before it was his mother. His kind, generous mother. Her long sweet blonde locks smelling of vanilla and honey, her wide blue eyes as deep as any ocean. However his vision warped. He saw her eyes turn black, red, horns producing from her head, her teeth elongating into dangerous weapons. It was torture, plain and simple.

And today it was Laura. His Laura, his forbidden love. Her beautiful green eyes and dark hair were neat as always. You could tell she was a Hale, all female Hales had this aura about them, this confidence and no shit exterior. Her lips were smirking at him playfully, like they used to when they would sneak out at night time. His Laura hadn't been his Laura for a long time, not since he left for the army, and she never would again. She was dead. She was murdered.

"You're right, I was" her voice pierced trough his hazy brain, "I was murdered... By you"

No... No this was his worst nightmare. It wasn't real, it wasn't.

"Don't deny it" she snarled but he screwed his eyes shut, weak arms flexing against the wolfsbane rope, "you killed me"

"I-I didn't" he found himself stuttering, "Peter-"

"You" she was vicious, like a rabid animal, "look" he screwed his eyes shut even more, shaking his head, "I said LOOK"

He had to, her voice was demanding and snarling but when he peeled his eyes open he saw her cut in half, blood pooling around her, her eyes fading from red, "this is all your fault"

"No... No Laura-"

"This is all your fault... I HOPE YOU DIE"

And for the first time since he had been locked up, he hoped that too.

A)n ahaha Camden's back oooooh and stayla awwwww... Anyway I hope you all liked and please please review, see you next Time.

I also have another side story called 'fluffy encounter', 'bedroom adventures' and 'baby you're my firework all tied in with these stories.

Oh and I posted a pretty cool Kayla x Allison x Lydia vid, link is on my tumble, same as my pen name, check it out 😄