Thank you all for who've stuck with me! I know I suck when it comes to updating, and I can't promise I'll get better. Real Life has been kicking my ass and I haven't been writing lately. I'm slacking when it comes to actually planning this story so any ideas are definitely welcome. I do not own anything in this chapter, besides my ocs, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

Chapter 6

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Scott, Stiles, and Theo arrived just minutes after Malia had gone down to the basement. They came into see the deputy helping the sheriff up to his feet. Scott hurried over to help him, but the trail of blood caught Stiles attention. He followed it to his dad's office, his blood running cold at the sight.

Kira and Lydia were sitting with Laci on the floor. Kira was holding something against the wound, trying to keep pressure on it, while Lydia held Laci's head in her lap. Pain was clear on Laci's face, her hand squeezing Lydia's tightly. Stiles stood there frozen as Theo pushed past him, taking off his belt as he knelt down to help them. He tied the belt around her middle, hoping to help stop the bleeding, or at least slow it down until they could get her to the hospital.

Deaton came in behind the boys, first noticing the fallen tail before he slipped off his jacket and knelt down to pick it up. "Scott." He said out to get his attention. Scott came around the desk to see what it was. Deaton put his jacket over the tail to pick it up, not risking getting cut with the toxin.

Natalie came up from the basement, dazed, until she noticed the blood. She hadn't seen who was hurt. All she knew was it could have been Lydia. Hurrying to follow the trail, she stopped beside Stiles and covered her mouth in shock at the sight of Laci. "Oh, god." She gasped. Even if it wasn't her daughter, she was someone elses and Lydia's friend at that. Moving past Stiles, she hurried to Lydia's side. Kissing her head, she was happy she was okay. "It's alright, sweetheart. It'll be alright." She said, turning her attention to Laci as she brushed her hair back.

Soon Scott followed the blood and froze when he realized it was Laci. His heart stopped, this couldn't be happening again. Theo saw the pain on both the guys' faces and knew if they were gonna help Laci, those two couldn't be here. "Stiles, Scott," He tried to get their attention. "Scott. Stiles. Go. Find Tracy. We've got this." He tried again, hoping they listened.

Stiles and Scott shared a worried look before looking back to Laci. Her eyes met theirs, she could see how scared they both were. She tried to give them a reassuring smile. "It's okay. She's alright." Theo tried again to convince them.

"I-I'm alright." She said to them weakly, nodding for them to go. "Scott, St-Stiles, I'm fine. Help Tracy. Go."

Stiles grabbed Scott's arm, giving him a small tug. They were right, Malia and Tracy were still unaccounted for. "Scott," He said, tugging on him to follow.

After a moment, he nodded and the two took off. Deaton and the Sheriff following after them as fast as they could. Laci felt tears running down her face, closing her eyes as she prayed that he didn't make a liar out of her. She wanted her mom, her mom could help. "Mom. I-I want my mom." She cried out, wincing in pain.

Lydia looked over to her mom, fear in her eyes. She didn't know what to do. This could have just as been easily her, it was suppose to be her. "Mom, she needs help."

Natalie saw the fear in the girls eyes. They were scared and it was moments like this she realized they were still kids. They'd been thrown so much the past two years, but they were still just kids looking for help. Brushing back Lydia's hair, she got back up to her feet and pulled out her phone. "It's gonna be alright. It's all going to be alright." She said, before calling for an ambulance.

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Melissa met them at the hospital. She was pacing the hall when they came through the doors of the elevator, the sound of Laci's cries of pain meeting her ears. Natalie was with her, holding her hand and giving her words of comfort. She looked up and gave Melissa a small nod. The nurse hurried over, coming beside the other mother. She reached out and brushed Laci's hair back. "Hey, baby. You're doing fine. You're going to be fine." She told her, stroking her cheek as she kept in pace with the paramedics.

Laci could only feel pain, which was a good thing in the long run. As long as she could feel everything, that was good. It didn't mean it hurt any less. "M-mom, it hurts." She cried, squeezing her hand tightly.

Melissa's heart broke seeing her like this. She never wanted to see Laci or Scott like this ever again. She just got Laci back, she didn't want to lose her again. "I know, Laci, but they're going to make it better. I'll be right here." She said as they took her into the OR. Melissa wrapped her arms around herself, wishing she could follow her in.

Natalie knew the fear Melissa was in. If it had been Lydia, she'd be in the same position. Touching her shoulder, she tried to show the other mother some comfort. Melisaa took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. Laci would be fine. She was just as strong as her brother. Clearing her throat, she looked over to the other mother with a small smile. "Thank you for staying with her. How's Lydia?" She asked, looking around for the teens who were bound to all show up.

"Shaken up, but alright. Thanks to Laci. She pushed Lydia out of the way." Natalie told her, hoping it brought her some comfort to know her daughter was a hero.

Melissa didn't want her kids to be heroes though, she wanted them to be alive and healthy. It was all she wanted after the year she'd been through. "Melisaa, that thing . . . that girl . . ."

The nurse knew what kind of shock she was in. She'd been in the same shock when she'd found out about Scott. It took her a while, but she'd been able to live with it. Scott was her son, she loved him whether he was a werewolf or an alien. "I know this must be confusing, but you can't . . . you can't tell them what you saw." Melissa said, looking over to the brunette. She was protecting her kids, Natalie realized. She was protecting Lydia.

"All I saw was a lunitic girl trying to kill everyone." Natalie said, giving her a weak smile.

Melissa place her hand over Natalie's, giving it a quick squeeze. She knew Natalie, no matter how freaked out she was, understood it. They were protecting their kids. It was what a mother did. Their kids came first.

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Stiles couldn't sit still for the life of him. Not while Laci was about to go through surgery. He paced the hallway, his nerves getting the best of him. Lydia, Kira, Malia, and Theo were all waiting with him. Scott was on his way down with Liam. They'd been waiting for what seemed like forever and he wasn't sure how much longer he could wait to hear some news.

Malia could see how terrified Stiles was and she wasn't sure how to take it. Sure, they were all scared, but he was acting differently. Now wasn't the time to question it though. He needed her to be there for him, not question him about why he was so worried.

"Stiles." Melissa said out, approaching the group.

The others stood up, hoping for good news on their friend. "How bad was it?"

Melissa touched his arm, knowing he was worried. He loved Laci, she'd seen that since the three of them were kids. "It could have been worse." She said, trying to keep up a professional front so she didn't break. She slipped past Stiles to stand in front of Theo. "Theo, nice going on that tourniquet. That probably saved her life." She said, giving his arm a thankful squeeze before she turned to Scott and Liam, who'd just showed up. "Alright, so she's about to go into surgery. So it's going to be a while. Any other supernatural details I need to know about, or do we just stitch her up and hope for the best?" She asked, looking around the group for anything that could help her.

"It was the tail." Kira spoke up.

"Tracy cut her with the tail, if that make a difference." Scott said, clearing his throat.

She could see how badly this was tearing him up. Laci was hurt because he didn't make her stay behind. He blamed himself. "Okay." She said, nodding her head as she turned to leave. She paused besides Scott and touched his cheek. "She's going to be okay. She's a McCall." She whispered to him, giving him a weak smile. Scott cleared his throat, nodding in understanding. Hesitating, she nodded before leaving to go help with the surgery.

"But it wasn't just Tracy. Th-there were the others." Malia said out once Melissa was gone. Stiles looked conflicted, like he didn't believe her. "The guys in the masks."

Lydia stood beside Kira, looking around the hospital. She felt helpless just standing there. She was covered in her best friend's blood and it was starting to get to her. "I-I'm gonna go find a bathroom." She said softly, touching Kira's arm before slipping past her and going off to find a bathroom. As she rounded the corner, it was like she was suddenly somewhere else. She whipped around, about to call for Scott, but found that they were no longer there. She was alone.

A strange noise met her ears, sending a chill down her spine. She wasn't as alone as she thought she was.

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Laci woke up the next morning sore as can be. The sun was shining bright through the window and she could swear she could hear some old cartoon playing. It sounded vaguly like Bugs Bunny. Groaning, she opened her eyes to see Scott and Stiles fast asleep. Scott was sitting in the little stool beside her bed, his head rested on his arms. Stiles sat in the chair at an angle that told her he was the who was using her tv before he passed out.

Smiling tiredly, she reached out and ran her hand through Scott's hair. It'd gotten longer, she noticed. Upon feeling her touch, he jumped up startled, sending his chair he was sitting on back until it hit Stiles' leg. His snoring came to an errupt stop as he shot up from his sleep, ready to attack whoever woke him. "Whoa, whoa, I'm up!" He said, still dazed from being half asleep.

She couldn't hold back the laughter. As much as it hurt her side to, it felt nice to just laugh. It'd been a while since she could just do that. "Shouldn't you guys be in class?" She asked, wincing as she pulled herself up.

Scott hurried to help her sit up. He was sick of seeing her in pain. "Uh, yeah, we just wanted to make sure you were okay. We're only missing first and second period."

Laci felt guilty, she knew that Biology class was one of the ones Scott was missing. That class was too important, he couldn't miss it. "Go, Scotty. I'll be fine. Promise. If you leave now, you'll make second period." She said, all but shoving him out of the room.

Looking back at Stiles, his friend could see the confliction on his face. He knew Laci was right though, Scott was ruining his chance at getting into the college he wanted. He gave his friend a small smile and nodded. "I'll stay with her, man." He said, giving him a look that said it was okay to leave. Scott hesitated another minute before nodding. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head, whispering that he'd check in later, before grabbing his bag and heading out.

Stiles shut the door behind him before sitting on the edge of the bed. He hadn't told Malia he was coming here. He just told her he needed to be alone last night. Hell, he hadn't even planned on coming. He just couldn't lay there while she was sitting here in a hospital bed. "So, you ever gonna tell me about Malia?" She said, trying to break the awkward silence.

Stiles blushed, not knowing how to explain Malia to Laci. It felt strange and wrong. He wondered briefly if this was how it felt when she had to tell Isaac and Derek about the other. Only, this wasn't some twisted love triangle. Laci didn't love him, not like that, and he was getting over her. He still loved her, sure, but not in the way he use to.

"Well, uh, she's . . . different. It started when I was in the Eichen house. Then after everything that happened . . . with you, she helped me pick up the pieces. She needed help, so I helped her. We're still working on some stuff, but she's pretty great. She's blunt, kind of like Isaac, you know, was. They would have gotten along great." Stiles started to explain to her, but she could tell there was something he was leaving out.

"What aren't you telling me, Stiles?"

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He wasn't sure how she'd take it. They hadn't talked about what happened after her death. About Mexico or any of that. "Well, uh, she's kind of Peter's long lost daughter. Derek's cousin." He confessed, tensing up before he realized she hadn't freaked. Peaking an eye open, he realized she just looked blown away.

"Speaking of Derek, have you called him?" He asked, hoping to change the subject.

Blushing, Laci looked away. Derek was the last person she wanted to talk about. To her, it was just the other week they slept together for the first time. She'd finally chosen him, she loved him, and then she died. Months past, a lot had happened. Braedon happened. "I'm not gonna turn his life upside down, Stiles. He's happy." She said sadly, refusing to meet his eyes.

Derek might be happy, but she wasn't, and it killed Stiles to see her like this. He reached over and squeezed her hand. As much as he didn't like Derek with his friend, he knew she loved him and he had loved her. He'd known that probably before either of them knew it. "You deserve to be happy too." He said softly, giving her a weak smile.

She knew he was trying, she couldn't blame him for it. Stiles always knew what to say to her when she needed a shoulder to lean on. Smiling weakly, tears ran down her cheeks as she squeezed his hand. "Why couldn't I fall for someone like you, Stiles? You always know how to make me feel better." She said, trying to be strong. She didn't want to cry anymore, there was nothing she could do to change it. There was no point in crying.

Stiles couldn't hide the blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks. A knock on the door broke up the moment, causing them to look over to see Parish poking his head in. "I, uh, I need to get a statement from her." He said, hoping he wasn't interrupting something.

Stiles let her go, getting up to his feet nervously. He nearly face planted when he tripped over the end of the bed, but caught himself before he could. Laci covered her mouth, trying not to laugh as her friend's clumsiness. "I'm, uh, I-I'm just gonna get to school. I'll see you later, Lace. Bye, Parish." He hurried to say, grabbing his bag on the way out.

When he was gone, Laci let out a small chuckle. Stiles definitely knew how to make an exit. The deputy cleared his throat, getting her attention back. "So, uh, I need to ask you some questions about last night. You feel up to it?" He asked, pulling over the chair Scott had been occupying just a little while ago. Laci hesitated before nodding.

It was now or never.