Okay, so it hasn't been a year and I think that's a win for me and for this story. And this is TWO chapters in one because I felt as though you deserved it. And it's 2020, so I figured I'd do something special.

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"You barely are blinking

Wagging your face around
When'd this just become a mortal home?
Down

Won't, won't, won't, won't
Won't let you talk me
Won't let you talk me
Down
Will pull it taut, nothing let out." - Roslyn by Bon Iver

"Did you bring it?" Allison asked, the second I walked into her apartment.

"And by 'it', you mean herpes?" she turned around to glare at me. I pursed my lips, "Definitely not."

We walked into Daddy Argent's as I adjusted the shoulder strap of my small black duffel bag. I took the bag off my shoulder and placed it on top of Daddy Argent's desk.

"Here are all the harmless weapons I could find," I sighed, knowing what these weapons were for. They were to stop Stiles, or the Nogitsune – well, definitely the Nogitsune. Stiles, I mean the evil fox, escaped Eichen House and now we're trying to find him. Scott and Kira, on the other hand, are trying to figure out how to stop him, and how to stop the Oni from killing him.

Yeah, life's been super fun lately.

Allison unzipped the bag and looked through the contents as I started to pick at my fingernails. The rummaging through my stuff stopped and I could feel her stare at me. Don't look her in the eyes, Abby, don't look her in the eyes.

"Abby," don't do it, Abby. "Abby, there's a can of pepper spray and a plastic knife in here." Oh, what a lovely ceiling – I still needed to get mine renovated, ugh, stupid money issues. "Where's your taser shotgun? And your Glock with rubber bullets?"

I couldn't help it. I looked at the short-haired brunette. I stared at her with wide eyes and gulped, "Those could hurt Stiles!"

She blinked at me, "Abby, that's the point."

"You said non-lethal!"

"And do you know what that means?!"

"…Not deadly?"

"Yeah!" She exclaimed. "And will these even leave a dent on the Nogitsune? The point was to get weapons that will not kill Stiles."

"But they hurt him," I whispered.

Allison sighed and walked in front of me, placing both of her hands on my shoulders. She squeezed them and reassuringly said, "Hurting him, hurts the Nogitsune and we want to hurt the Nogitsune. Stiles will survive."

I whined and stomped my foot, like the mature 19-year-old I was. I grumbled out a, "Fine," before asking, "When are Daddy Argent and Derek coming here? Papa Stilinski will be here soon."

"In an hour or so," she replied, searching through the vast number of weapons her and her father shared. I wonder if weapon maintenance was a bonding experience between the two – I wish I shared a bonding experience with my father – er, I mean, Scott, not my father. Wait, Scott and I share everything together – okay, you know what? Never mind.

"Hey, Abby," Allison called, placing a couple of different sized taser guns on Daddy Argent's desk. "Where did you even get all your weapons from? I know Sheriff Stilinski does not quite share the same load as you do. And, there is no way he got all those weapons for you."

I smirked, "I mean, he got me my very first gun. And that, is A+ parenting. Actually, the fact that he trusted me with a gun is A+ parenting."

She released a brief chuckle, but I moved onto a more serious note. "When Papa Stilinski gave me the gun his told me, that this gun wasn't for protecting me but for protecting the people around me. He wasn't giving a loaded weapon to an 18-year-old teenager; he told me he was 'giving it to the most caring, trustworthy young lady because she would protect the ones who mean the most to her before herself.'" I let a small smile linger on my lips as I reminisced the loving moment when he handed me my first Glock at the Sheriff's station, after I got my gun license under his supervision.

"His words were pretty spot on," I looked up to see Allison giving me an awfully large grin. "You love him, don't you?"

"Papa Stilinski?" She nodded in confirmation. "Oh yeah," I replied. "He's definitely a father to Scott and me. As mean as this sounds, if I could choose fathers, it'd be him – Daddy Argent's next, of course." I then pondered for a second, picturing him as my father before shaking my head and saying, "Nope, too hot to be my dad."

"That's so gross!" She threw a pillow at me, warning, "You need to stop that, Abby!" I slightly laughed, using the pillow as a cuddle buddy and hugging it close to my chest. "So," she started, "where did the extreme amount of weaponry come from after that?"

"Remember in the summer I was with Derek," I gulped, "searching for Boyd and Erica?" She flashed me a guilty look, and solemnly nodded. I shook my head at her, to remind her that times have changed, and I continued, "Well, Derek bought it all for me."

Her eyes enlarged as she took in the new information. "Derek bought you an arsenal?!"

I clicked my tongue, "Technically speaking – it was a gift, of sorts."

"Abby, your birthday was in September."

"If Derek finds out I ever told you this, he will shave my hair off and shove it down your throat, so shut up!"

She rolled her eyes and sarcastically commented, "Yeah, because Derek and I are the closest of pals."

I sighed, "Okay, okay." I took a deep breath and guiltily said, "He bought it for our ten-month anniversary."

"What!?" She yelped. "You guys weren't even dating for ten months!"

I closed my eyes, wishing I didn't even bring this up because Derek will truly end up shaving my hair if he finds out I told anyone – especially Allison. Oh well, people will just have to find out what a big softy he truly is and not the mean, scary guy persona he tries so hard to hold up.

"It was the ten-month anniversary of the day we first met."

It was silent for about ten seconds.

"Awwwwww!" And there it was, the dreaded 'aw'. I rolled my eyes at her and started placing everything we found on Daddy Argent's desk in his office, which consisted of rope, a few flashlights, tasers, and other nonlethal 'weapons' we could find in the Argent's weapon gallery.

I sighed, "He just…always wanted me protected, especially when he wasn't there to do it himself. Derek's the reason I can fight. He's the reason I'm not afraid to fight." He's the reason I've been getting actual sleep the past couple of nights. Derek showed me, through his gentle yet firm words, that I was resilient enough to beat my demons, that I was strong enough to beat Blake. I smiled softly, knowing that my Green Eyes would always protect me, even if I pretend I don't need it.

"You still love him." It wasn't a question. I turned to face Allison, who was giving me an equally gentle smile.

I nodded, letting out a small scoff, "I don't think I'll ever stop." The moment I said that, Allison's and my phone buzzed, we both got a text from different people. We looked up at each other and realized that all the others were here.

The short-haired brunette let out a deep sigh, knowing what was going to happen next: we were going to hunt down Stiles.

Allison went to go open the door for Derek, Daddy Argent, and Papa Stilinski and she walked into her father's office, as I stood next to his desk, saying, "This is everything non-lethal Abby and I could find."

Derek's eyes immediately found mine and he made his way to stand next to me. It was almost like I could breathe better knowing him and Daddy Argent were out of the jail cell, all thanks to Papa Stilinski who dropped the charges. I could breathe better knowing he wasn't on his own in there.

"Take all of it," Daddy Argent stated.

"What's the plan here?" Papa Stilinski wondered.

"Our best shot right now is for Derek to try to pick up Stiles' scent at Eichen House, especially if he went through something stressful there." Chris answered.

I raised an eyebrow, "Should all five of us be going to the same place?"

"Where else has Stiles been showing up?" Daddy Argent asked.

Allison said, "School, the hospital,"

"Wait, hold on," Derek stopped us, "we did this already. He disappeared. We started looking for him, then walked right into a trap at the hospital."

"He's getting us to repeat the same moves," I sighed.

"So, what do we do? Wait for him to come to us?" Allison wondered, eyebrows furrowed.

"We can't," Derek answered. "Not if the Oni find him when the sun goes down."

Papa Stilinski stated, "Scott's working on them right now, with Kira."

"That's the problem," Chris started, looking off onto his desk, "we're all trying to outfox the fox."

It was quiet for a few seconds before Papa Stilinski spoke up and said, "Listen, I'll understand if anyone wants to back out."

I instantly snorted and shook my head, "It's Stiles, Papa Stilinski." He shot me a grateful look, knowing I would do anything to get his son back to him, to get my best friend back to me.

Then, Derek spoke up, taking a taser gun and placing it in a duffel bag that I set aside for this occasion, "I'm not going to be the first wolf to run from a fox."

"Apparently," Chris started, holding an electric rod, "I'm carrying a lightsaber." What? I want to carry a lightsaber. Can Daddy Argent and I switch?

"We're getting him back," Allison stated, giving a strong look to the man who was rather close to losing his son.

I let out a small smile, before holding onto Derek's forearm and said, "You and Argent hit Eichen House. Me, Allison, and Papa are going to the hospital." I looked around at all the males and Allison, then said, "We'll meet at the school."

They all nodded at my plan and I let go of Derek's arm right before I gave him another tight squeeze to follow Allison and Papa Stilinski out of the room.

Allison and I got inside the Camaro, and I drove us to the hospital, staying as close as I could to the speed limit because you know, I had the Sheriff quite literally tailgating me.

Life is ironic sometimes.

When we got to the hospital, Allison suggested she check the roof of the building to see if Stiles was there or if there was any trace of him being there while Papa Stilinski and I check the room in the hospital where he used to stay.

Papa Stilinski and I got into the elevator and he pressed the button to quickly close the doors as we started ascending to the top floor.

He suddenly let out a long breath before saying, "You know what? I don't know how you guys do it. You're all so strong. You're fearless." My gaze instantly turned to look at the tiled ground in the elevator. "Hell, you even manage to keep your grades up."

I let out a short laugh, already feeling the inevitable tears surface, "I'm just trying to beat my dyslexia."

"And you are doing such an incredible job, Abby. It was a privilege watching you grow up and become the brave young woman you are today." I didn't reply but let out a long, trembling breath which my father figure instantly caught on to and pressed the emergency stop button, which caused the elevator to slightly bounce at its sudden halt.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Papa Stilinski wondered as I refused to look at him. Tears were already escaping my eyelids, watching them fall to the ground, splashing against the white tiles.

I whispered, "I…I'm s-supposed to protect Scott and Stiles, they're my little brothers but I can't. You were the one to trust me to do that. But I can't. I can't protect anyone and that terrifies me; I'm always terrified. I…I act like I know what I'm doing but I don't Papa."

My voice cracked as I whimpered, "I don't know if Isaac's dying right now. I don't know what my dad's doing here. I'm the oldest, I'm supposed to know but I don't – I-I don't know anything." I released a sharp breath of air that was stopped halfway as I choked on the lump that was in my throat that held back something between a sob and a scream.

Within seconds I was gathered up in the comforting arms of Papa Stilinski and he stroked my back with one hand and the other was brushing my hair. I remembered his hugs, especially when I was younger. Sheriff Stilinski was in my life for almost a decade, longer than my actual father, and I'm not entirely sure if I could live without him.

"You wanna' know something funny?" He mumbled against my forehead, since I was tucked into his chest. He didn't wait for a reply as he quickly said, "You sound just like a cop. It kinda' sucks that you're following the footsteps of your mom." I snorted into his shoulder and after a few seconds of his comfort, he pulled me away at arm's length and rubbed my shoulders with his hands.

"Hey, you're going to be okay." I nodded at his words. "You always are." He then gave me a kiss on the forehead before smiling at me and leaning over to start the elevator again but stopped when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Papa Stilinski pulled out his phone and the screen read 'Digital Life System'.

I wiped the tears away with both my hands and asked, through a hoarse throat, "What is that?"

"Someone's breaking into my house. After Stiles started sleepwalking, I had some security precautions put in: motion sensors and cameras." As he explained it to me, he went to a video camera of Stiles' room.

"That's his room," I whispered, then watched as Papa Stilinski zoomed in on the live camera feed. Stiles' was sitting on his bed, eerily looking at the camera and lifted his hand only to wiggle his fingers as a salute.

Wow, and I thought the Kanima was creepy.

Stiles wasn't there when we go to his room, of course he wasn't, why would he be? But you know what was there? A chess board, with all our names on different colored sticky notes on top of specific pieces.

Allison and her dad were white Knights, as Peter and I were black Knights. Deaton was a black Rook and Jackson – who's hasn't been in Beacon Hills for almost a year – was a white Rook. Ethan, Aiden, Isaac, and Scott were all black Pawns, but Isaac was put aside, probably because he wasn't exactly walking about right now. Two things caught my eyes. Kate – she had a piece, even though she's been dead for well over a year; she was a white Bishop. And Derek's piece, he was the black King. My Knight was in front of his piece, with Ethan and Aiden's pieces on either side of me. But why did Stiles think Derek was a King?

Well, I knew nothing about chess.

"What is this?" Daddy Argent asked the one question around all our minds. "What are these sticky notes for?"

Papa Stilinski replied, "This is what Stiles used to try and explain to me about all of…you." This method seems very Stiles.

"Maybe it's a message from Stiles," Allison suggested, "the real Stiles."

Derek spoke up from my side, "You think there's any reason my names on the King?"

"Well," Papa Stilinski started, studying the chess pieces, "you're heavily guarded. Though, I guess the alarming detail is that you're one move from being checkmate."

Okay, I know enough chess to know what that meant.

I glanced at Derek with a worried look only for him to give me a look of comfort, before slowly and subtly wrapping an arm around me, squeezing my waist.

"It's not a message from Stiles," Daddy Argent stated. "It's a threat from the Nogitsune."

"He's at the loft," I mumbled, feeling everyone's eyes on me as I stared at the chess pieces, "that's what he's trying to tell us."

"And he wants us to come there," Daddy Argent continued.

"Night's falling," Derek said.

Daddy Argent grumbled, "This couldn't sound any more like a trap."

"I don't think it is," Papa Stilinski refuted.

"I think your opinion might be slight biased, Sheriff." Okay, please Chris.

"Hear me out," said Papa Stilinski, with an outstretched hand. "What we're dealing with here is basically someone who lacks motive. No rhyme, no reason, right? Meaning what? Our enemy is not a killer. It's a trickster. The killing is just a by-product."

"If you're trying to say it won't kill us, I'm not feeling too confident about that."

I rolled my eyes at Derek's sassy comment; he's so sassy, like me.

"It won't. It wants irony. It wants to play a trick. It wants a joke. All we need to do is come up with a new punch line." Oh?

Daddy Argent spoke, "The sun's setting, Sheriff. What did you have in mind?"

Hearing Papa Stilinski put his son in his own cuffs wasn't the highlight of my evening.

Actually, this whole damn day hasn't been the highlight of my year.

I was standing next to Derek, with Allison and her father right across from us, near the door to his loft, hearing Papa Stilinski plead to whoever he was talking to, whether it was Stiles or the Nogitsune.

The second we heard, "You're not my son," we emerged from our spots outside the door.

Oh god, seeing Stiles look like this instantly broke my heart. It felt like someone stuck their hand inside of me and wanted to rip my insides out. He looked so tired, so fragile, almost like he hasn't eaten in days. He definitely hasn't slept in days either, as his eyes showed severe bags under them and his skin was so pasty, like he was running a fever that could kill him.

And something was killing him.

Allison and I immediately lifted our taser guns and we shot at the Nogitsune, only to have him smirk at us. The fox looked at the bolts flying out of our guns and the two of us watched as he simply grabbed the two bolts that had thousands of watts circuiting through its wires, and easily chuck them aside. Allison and I looked at each other stunned, before looking back at the fox, wondering what could really even hurt him.

I have never seen Stiles with Hercules like strength, seriously, the child falls down when a ping pong ball is thrown at him. And now? Electricity did nothing to him. I had to remind myself that this wasn't Stiles. Whatever fox this was, it was far from Stiles.

The Nogitsune suddenly threw Derek across the room, and I instantly started searching the lightsaber that Daddy Argent gave to me before this. However, I froze when I heard a gun clock because that was not me.

We all looked at Argent, who was very clearly holding his gun in a terminating way at my best friend. Woah, woah, woah, what just happened? Why is Chris Argent holding a gun, which was definitely not filled with rubber bullets?

Possessed Stiles turned to look at Chris, shifting his concentration from Derek to the man holding a gun at him while everyone else in the room held their breath, including me. If this man didn't put down the gun any time soon, there was going to be a Daddy Argent shaped hole through Derek's wall.

"Argent," Papa Stilinski started, "listen to me. Don't do this."

"Why not?" The man questioned. I could feel my heart beating like a storm inside my throat. "I've done it before. Werewolves, Berserkers, I can easily add a Nogitsune to the list." What?

Papa Stilinski is now holding a gun at Chris Argent, and I am ten seconds away from defecating myself because I cannot believe this.

"You're not going to shoot my son!"

"You said it yourself, Sheriff, that's not your son." Chris Argent stated, clenching his gun tighter. The rest of us didn't move, almost as if we were scared to, scared to know what would happen if we did.

"Put it down." The Sheriff claimed, "Put it down!"

Possessed Stiles was grinning at the situation before him, like he was expecting this to happen all along. Suddenly, his entire demeanor changed, and he whimpered out, "Dad's he's going to shoot me." And God, that sounded so much like Stiles – my Stiles. "He's going to kill me dad."

"Don't listen," Argent grumbled.

Papa Stilinski urgently yelled, "Put it down! Now! Do it."

"Pull the trigger," Possessed Stiles smirked, tauntingly, "Come on."

"Listen to me! You put the gun down now!"

"Shoot me."

"Dad?!" Allison yelled, trying to grab her father's attention but to no avail.

"SHOOT ME! SHOOT ME!" Possessed Stiles teased.

"Argent, you put the gun down! Put it down! Put it down!"

"Strife," Allison whispered next to me. What? Why was Allison whispering words when there's an issue in front of us?! Wait, strife, chaos oh my God – "STOP! Stop it!" Allison exclaimed, "This is what he wants! This is exactly what he wants!"

He wanted this. He wanted all this commotion because my God, he thrives off it – no he, lives off of it. Throughout the tension, the sun set, at a rather rapid pace. I wonder when twilight became dark so, so quick.

Possessed Stiles shrugged, "Not exactly, I was kind of hoping Scott would be here." Oh, frick you, you evil demon. "But I'm glad you all have your guns out. Because you're not here to kill me." The Oni instantly emerged from the darkness. Five of them. Great. "You're here to protect me."

Stiles walked backwards, using all of us as his own personal barrier. On cue, we all formed a circle around the Possessed boy and guns were out as each one of us had an Oni to stop.

I grabbed my gun from my thigh holster, filled with stupid rubber bullets and shot the Shadow Ninja or Dementor thing as many times as I could but it proved worthless as it rapidly charged up to me and swung its sword at me. I ducked as fast as I could, and it came swinging at me again, which made me dodge its attempt again. I whipped out my dagger, knowing that it won't do anything for me other than buy me some time. I tried to implant my knife within the creature in a threatening stance that I knew too well, but it dodged my attempt so fast that I thought it disappeared.

Then, it did. It vanished in an air of black smoke.

"Where is he?!" Papa Stilinski suddenly asked. We all looked around, all of us breathing heavily from the fight we had to face, and Stiles was gone. Did they take him? Or did he disappear on his own?

I glanced at all of us, wondering if we were all okay and saw Derek on the ground, with rather deep looking slices into his shoulder and back. Immediately, I hurried over to him and kneeled down, helping him sit up.

He gave me a reassuring look, but I wasn't all that reassured staring at the nasty cuts on his once incredible looking physique. I placed a hand on the base on his neck and used my thumb to stroke his jaw, brushing off some blood that was splattered on top his beard, due to his injuries.

We all heard rapid footsteps at the door of the loft, and me, Argent, and Papa Stilinski lifted up our guns at the entrance, waiting for another intruder.

It was Scott – oh, now he decides to join, and, oh look, he brought his little girlfriend too. Yeah, we could've used Kira about five seconds ago, seriously, impeccable timing guys. The three of us let out a breath of relief before we simultaneously dropped our guns.

"What happened?!" Scott demanded.

"What always happens with the stupid Oni," I replied. "They disappeared. They literally just vanished."

"And so did Stiles," Papa Stilinski stated.

I was tending to Derek's angry wounds, and I let out a sigh every time I saw him flinch from the cotton pad full of hydrogen peroxide that I was softly dabbing on his skin. The rest of the gang left, to try and get some sleep as it was almost impossible to find a fox at night. We knew he'd be hiding from the Oni, not wanting to be found by either us or them, so we all figured the best thing we could do now is rest and continue searching tomorrow.

"Abby, you should go home and get some rest."

I rolled my eyes at his concern, "You aren't healing, Derek. It's worrying me." We were sitting on the edge of his bed and I was practically straddling his back side. Derek was wearing jeans and a wife beater, so, yeah, I'd get any reason to touch him.

He chuckled, turning around to look at me, "I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine, Abby, I promise. It's because of their swords. The healing process just takes a little while longer."

"And you're sure you'll be fine. Green Eyes?" I couldn't help but let my worry remain. I know that Derek could take care of himself, but I'm in love with the man. I worry over him every day – not that he knows, or maybe he does.

I'm not really sure where we stand at the moment.

"I promise if anything happens, you will be the first person I contact." He looked at me with those pretty eyes and I could feel my resolve falling.

How does he manage to look this handsome even when he was so severely injured? My eyes lingered on his full lips, remembering what they once felt on mine. The last kiss we shared was months ago, at the motel, when we really broke up and whenever I thought of that moment, it made my throat full.

I nodded, letting out a breath before getting off of Derek's bed. I straightened my clothes and made sure I had all my weapons in their respective holders. Green Eyes stood up as well, walking me to his door, standing so close to me that every movement he made was as though he was deliberately trying to touch me. We haven't really spoke about us since the night at the hospital. We've been so busy trying to help and save Stiles, and I knew now was not the right time to bring it up, thus I stayed shut.

When the time was right, I'd tell him everything I wanted to since we saved the gang at the motel.

We stopped at his door, and he was looking down at me with a captivated look, like he was trying to see where I stood as well. I smiled at him, before wrapping my arms around his waist, careful not to touch any of his wounds and rested my head against his chest.

Without a lick of hesitation, he pulled me tighter to his chest with his arms around me and I felt his chin rest on top of my head. I contently closed my eyes, relishing this moment because I was in his arms (awake, and not waking from a terrifying nightmare) and he was in mine. A sense of adoration rushed through me when I felt his lips press the crown of my head, remembering the feel of them, even if it was just on my head. I couldn't describe this moment anything other than what it was: peace.

I was at peace for the briefest instant.

I woke to my mom vigorously shaking me awake telling me that Aiden and Lydia found Stiles at a random supermarket marking lot.

Yeah, I don't know either.

It was a rather weird exclamation to wake up to.

But I quickly ran downstairs, after brushing my teeth as fast as I could, to see him on the couch with tape covered over his mouth. Thank God I didn't have to hear Possessed Stiles speak, because this kid was an asshole, like Stiles in general is an asshole but Possessed Stiles? A whole different league.

Apparently, he did something to Ethan which is why Aiden wasn't here anymore, but Lydia, Deaton, and Scott were in the kitchen, motioning me over. Possessed Stiles was looking at me, and even though his mouth was taped shut, I could feel his grin. I sneered at him before walking into the kitchen, trying not to let the goosebumps affect my body.

My mom was tending to his wounds when I walked into the kitchen, and I asked, walking over to Lydia and Scott, "Why isn't he moving?"

"Kanima venom," Deaton replied.

I pursed my lips, thoroughly impressed with that. I wondered, "So, what does that mean? How long do we have?"

"I wish I knew," the Doc answered, leaning over the kitchen table, "but if we don't figure out something soon, we're going to need to find a better place to keep him. I think we're grossly underestimating the danger here. He might be paralyzed, but it still feels like he's got us right in the palm of his hand." Deaton stated, outstretching his own palm for emphasis.

Scott and I turned to look over our shoulder to see Possessed Stiles looking directly at us. And I knew, I knew damn well, he was still smiling because all of this was one big game to him. I think he was winning, too.

Suddenly, my phone started ringing and I took it out of my pocket to see it was Derek calling. I quickly walked to the hallway that was connected to the back door, and answered, "Hey, what's up?"

"He's going to pay, Abby." Derek angrily stated.

Woah wait, what?! "Derek?" I heard him huff and puff into the phone; he truly sounded like a werewolf and it was horrifying. "Derek's, what's going on?"

"He's going to pay for what they did to me, what they did to my family." He practically growled, "I'm going to make this right for us." He hung up. I stared at my phone agape, before slowly walking back to the kitchen. Oh, no, he told me he'd call me if something were to happen to him and something happened to him.

"I think," I gulped, "whatever Stiles did to Ethan, he did to Derek." I looked at Scott, worriedly.

His eyes were widened as were Deaton's and Lydia's, before he pointed to the back door, and barked, "Go! He'll listen to you. He won't do anything if you're there." I nodded, before hurriedly grabbing my keys and running out the back door, into the Camaro.

I slipped out of my drive way and I then realized I didn't know where I was headed. He told me that he was going to make him pay, make him pay for what happened to his family. And who killed his family? Kate Argent.

Oh, God.

He's going after Chris Argent.

I stepped on the gas pedal and quickly drove to my best friends' apartment. I could only hope I reached there before Derek did. My hope died down when I saw his SUV already parked at the back entrance of the building.

I held in a scream of frustration knowing that the fastest way up to the 4th floor would be to run up the stairs, so here's to hoping that jogging every morning for an entire summer with Derek will help me for this.

It did not help. Runner's high is a vicious lie.

I was dying, trying to inhale as much oxygen as my body would let me, trying really hard not to crawl to the door. I get that running is healthy and everyone should do it, but God, what is the cost? Your left lung?

I was almost to Allison's door and I rapidly started knocking on the door, calling out to either of the Argent's.

The door opened on its own.

Oh, no.

Please Derek, please tell me you didn't just murder one of my best friend's and her father. Oh, please, oh, please.

I slowly entered the apartment, softly cursing that I didn't bring any form of weaponry with me. I then wanted to hit myself. I shook my head at the thought of Derek ever hurting me; I didn't know what was wrong with him, but I was sure, he would never hurt me.

My first stop was Allison's room and I let out a breath of relief when I saw that it was empty. I checked Daddy Argent's room, which was also empty. Oh, no, what if they were both in his office? What if Derek already got to them?

I picked up my pace to practically slam my body against Daddy Argents' office door and my eyes widened at the sight before me. It was him, no Allison, tied to his chair and looking wet. I furrowed my eyebrows at his drenched state before the smell of lighter fluid filled my nose.

"Oh my, God," I gasped. Derek was going to burn Daddy Argent alive, wasn't he? Just like what happened to his family. "Where is -"

"What're you doing here, Abby?" I jumped when I heard his voice directly behind me. I turned around to see Derek looking truly sadistic. He was sweating profusely, clearly didn't get any sleep, but it was his eyes that got me. I could tell it wasn't him. It was like I couldn't see my Green Eyes behind his own eyes.

"Let him go, Derek," I stated, walking backwards toward Daddy Argent, hoping to get to the knots that were binding him to the chair.

"You know what his family did, Abby." He was taking steps toward me, as I stepped away from him. "You remember what his father did to you and Stiles? What Allison did to you and Isaac? His sister tried to kill Scott, remember that?!"

"And we gave them another chance because they deserved one," I whispered, feeling my back press up against the back wall of Daddy Argent's office.

Derek slowly pushed me further and further, passed the man who was tied up. I continued, "They deserved another chance, just like you did." I suddenly felt something cold on my wrist and I looked down to see Derek handcuffing me to the radiator. I gasped, instantly wiggling my arm trying to break the chain that was connected to the handcuff and radiator. "No, Derek, stop this! This isn't you!"

"This has always been me," he snarled, turning his back to me.

"No, it hasn't!" I wrapped my arm around his neck, trying to pull him back, away from Argent. "You protect me, you protected Argent! You protect everyone! You always have!"

He struggled against my grip for a couple of seconds as I tried to hold on him down but without my other arm I was useless. Derek quickly overpowered me, turning around to look at me and practically slamming me against the wall, all the while roaring.

I looked at his wolf form, blue eyes glaring at me. He was heaving, staring at me like he hated me, like he wanted me dead as well. And then, I knew it truly wasn't him.

"Hey, hey, hey," I tried to pacify, placing my free hand on his face as my left hand was a bit preoccupied. He attempted to nip at my hand, but I didn't release his face, just started rubbing the skin under his eyes, "This isn't you, Green Eyes."

Derek blue eyes almost looked red, like an Alpha. He had all the excuses in the book to be the villain, but he wasn't. He isn't, and he never will be, because Derek Hale wasn't born to be a villain. He was a protector. But I could tell how livid and broken the man before me felt. And he needed to know. He needed know he was loved too, through the rage and all the fallen pieces, he was loved and that his suffering will be soothed.

Derek turned to look at Argent, who's back was to us, but I knew damn well he was already out of those knots. That man was the one to teach Allison how to get out of knots and I know this because Allison was the one to teach me to get out of knots.

"Hey, look at me, look at me Derek," he didn't. His breathing was tortured, staring at the back of Argent's head, as if he didn't know what to do with all the rage he had within him. "Look at me, Green Eyes," he still didn't.

"This isn't the man I love." His head snapped toward my voice. His bushy eyebrows furrowed at my voice, looking down at me, like he was trying to remember me, to remember us. "Whatever is in you that's making you do this, I need you to let it out, okay? I love you. I love you, Green Eyes, but this is not you."

My werewolf released a low growl, before changing his face back to his normal self but he still looked absolutely agonized as he stared at me. Possessed Stiles had to have somehow possessed him, because this wasn't Derek – not my Derek.

I suddenly heard movements in the room and saw that Daddy Argent had the ropes off of him, grabbing a gun from under his desk. Derek placed a protective stance over me and roared at the Argent as he held the barrel of the gun to Derek's forehead.

"No, stop!" I yelled. But before anything remotely happened, Derek collapsed, falling on his side. Daddy Argent and I looked at each other, before looking down at Derek, who's nose was dripping blood – more specifically, black blood.

Goddamn, Nogitsune.

AHHHHH the first time Abby's ever told him (really) that she loves him and it's because of Void!Stiles compulsion. Wow, I can't believe it took 70 chapters.

A/N here: So, I need to know the truth. I need to know if there are people here that still love this story, because I still do. I want to keep writing but the reason I didn't want to continue ever since I posted my last chapter is because I got absolutely no feedback/reviews from anyone for the past couple of chapters.

I need to know if this story is worth it for you guys to continue. I know it's worth it for me.

But is it worth it for you? If so, I will finish it.

I will finish it for you guys and for me. But I need some hope for it too.

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