Here we are! The last chapter of Season 2! There will be one more filler chapter before we get into season 3 but this is where everything starts to heat up and I am so excited! I hope you guys are too! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, read, followed, and favorited this story as well as the other ones in the Teen Wolf Saga so far. You guys are awesome and I can't wait to continue this with you. PLEASE go check out my other two stories, Scars and No One Else as they coincide with this one. These stories to intertwine quite often and you will see some repeated stuff, but they will be told in other POV's so I highly encourage you to read the others.

WARNING: Sexual content

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow."

Stiles and Natalie were being dragged by some burly and beefy guy who really needed to put on some deodorant. And learn a thing or two about putting his hand on a girl. They had no idea where they were, but it was dark and cold and not pleasant.

The man threw them down the stairs, Natalie landing on top of Stiles. Then he shut the door.

"You okay?" Stiles groaned from underneath the redhead.

"Yeah," Natalie nodded as she rolled off of him, "I had a Stiles to cushion my blow." She got up and then helped him. "Where the hell are we?"

"Beats me," Stiles said. Something whimpered, making them both freeze. "What was that?"

Backing up, the couple felt around the wall until they felt a light switch. Stiles flipped it on and they both felt their stomachs drop when they saw Erica and Boyd in front of them. Their wrists were bound above their heads and their mouths were taped shut. Their muffled whimpers and screams grew louder when they saw the two humans.

"Oh shit," Natalie breathed out, "Alright, you take Erica, I'll take Boyd."

They ran to the two tied-up betas and went to free their wrists. Erica began whimpering even louder and Stiles hushed her. Boyd tried to scream as well.

"Guys, we like you and all, but can you kindly shut up so we can save you?" Natalie whispered harshly. She and Stiles touched the ties and immediately withdrew their hands as they got shocked. "Ah, fuck!"

"They were trying to warn you. It's electrified."

Descending down the stairs was Gerard. Surprise, surprise. What an evil son of a bitch.

"What are you doing with them?" Stiles asked.

"At the moment, just keeping them comfortable," Gerard told them, "There's no point in torturing them, they won't give Derek nor Anabelle up. The instinct to protect their alpha and their alpha's mate's too strong."

Natalie clicked her tongue. "Okay… so then what are you doing with us?"

"Because Scott can find us, alright?" Stiles said, "He knows our scents. Mine is pungent, you know? It's more like a stench. He could find me even if I was buried at the bottom of a sewer covered in fecal matter and urine."

"Yeah and then just pile a bunch of dead bodies that have been sprayed by skunks on top of that," Natalie added, using her arms for emphasis.

"Okay, thank you, Natalie!" Stiles snapped. She just shrugged her shoulders.

"You both have a knack for creating a vivid picture, Mr. Stilinski and Miss Henderson," Gerard smirked, "Let me paint one of my own." He started to inch towards the young couple and Stiles grabbed Natalie's hand to pull her back. "Scott McCall finds his two best friends bloodied and beaten to a pulp. How does that sound?"

Gulping, Stiles answered, "I think I prefer more of a still life or a landscape, you know?" He almost wanted to laugh at how threatening the old man tried to come off as. "What- what are you, ninety? Look, I can probably kick your ass up and down this room."

He wasn't able to test that theory because Gerard backhanded him in the face and he fell onto the floor. Erica and Boyd started screaming behind the duct tape over their mouths again.

"Don't you dare touch him, you fucking creep!" Natalie yelled, shoving Gerard's shoulders.

But he punched her in the eye and pushed her against the wall. She hit her back and her head hard and she fell as well.

"Natalie!" Stiles called for his girlfriend. He tried to get up but Gerard towered over him before he could get up. He grabbed Stiles by the jersey. "Okay. Wait, wait, wait."

Gerard then started punching the poor boy repeatedly in the face. Natalie tried to go help her boyfriend but her head started spinning from when it hit the wall and she was getting incredibly dizzy. So all she could do was sob as she helplessly watched the boy she loved get beaten up.

"Stop!" she cried out, "Please let him go! Stiles!"

Something suddenly touched Natalie's shoulder, making her scream. The figure immediately hushed her. She then realized that it was Zach. His head was poking through the window above her and his arm was stretched out. Natalie grabbed his arm and he pulled her up and out of the basement with ease. Zach probably wasn't expecting her to be as light as she was and she fell on top of him.

"Ow!" he yelped. Natalie tried to shush him but it was too late.

"The redhead escaped!" she heard Gerard yell, "Get her!"

"Natalie, Zach, run!" Stiles yelled.

"Stiles, no-" Natalie yelled back.

But Stiles refused to let her wait for him. "Run! Now!"

The siblings looked up and saw one of Gerard's men coming at them. Zach scrambled to help his sister up and they started running like the wind, even hopping over a couple of fences.

Because Natalie was still lightheaded, she wasn't running nearly as fast as usual. The hunter was slowly starting to catch up to her. Zach noticed this and he tossed the baseball bat in his hand to his sister.

"Natalie!"

Said girl caught Tina with ease. Right when the hunter was close enough to grab her, Natalie swung the bat and struck the man in his chest. It knocked the wind out of him but of course that wasn't good enough for the athlete. Natalie whacked him in the head and he fell back. As soon as his head hit the concrete he was out like a light. Zach let out a laugh.

"That was awesome!" Natalie slapped him upside the head. "Hey!"

"Why were you there?" she yelled, "Actually, how did you find us?"

"Did you forget that I'm really good at technology and was able to track your phone?" Zach said, holding up his own phone. "You know, instead of yelling at me, you should be thanking me for saving your life."

"Thanking you?!" Natalie exclaimed.

"You're welcome," Zach grinned.

"I wasn't actually thanking you, you dill-hole!" Natalie smacked his shoulders a few times. "And what did Mom and Dad say when you told them you were leaving to find us?"

Zach scoffed. "I didn't tell them anything. I just left-" His lips parted in an O shape. "I think I see the problem now."

"Oh, do you?!"

They had almost forgotten about the hunter that was passed out on the ground until he groaned in pain. He sounded like he was going to wake up soon. So the Henderson siblings backed away slowly and then ran as fast as they could.

Fortunately it didn't take long for them to get home. Natalie was feeling so tired and bothered that she didn't know what was happening to Stiles. Did he manage to escape to? Or was he being beaten to death by that fossil? She really should have pushed to wait for him. But what was done is done. All Natalie could do now was pray to God that the one she loved was going to make it home in one piece and very fast.

She and Zach stepped into the house to find their parents sitting at the dinner table. Kurt was on the phone, running his free hand through his salt and peppered hair, while Terri had her face in her hands. God, Natalie was so over putting her parents through all of this trouble. She really needed to redeem herself.

"Yeah, Zach too," Kurt said to whoever was on the other line, "It doesn't look like either of them have been home… Noah hasn't had any luck either… just please keep looking. They can't be too far."

"We're not," Natalie spoke up.

Both Kurt and Terri whipped their heads to see their children standing next to the door. They sighed in relief and their mother just about burst into tears.

"They're home," Kurt quickly said, "Please keep updating us on Stiles… thank you, bye."

"Oh my god, Natalie," Terri sobbed, standing up and hugging her daughter, "Where the hell have you been? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Mom," Natalie said.

"Why did you disappear like that?" Kurt asked Zach as he hugged him. He then smacked the back of his head.

"I went to find Natalie and Stiles," the boy told him as he rubbed the sore spot, "Can't anyone just accept the fact that I was just trying to do a good deed here?"

Terri gasped as she looked at Natalie's face. "Honey, your eye."

"What the fuck happened?" Kurt demanded as he lightly gripped her chin so he could get a better look the black eye, "Who did this to you?"

"It's nothing," Natalie lied, squirming away from her dad's hand, "Stiles got jumped by the other team because they were mad that we won and I tried to stop the fight. I got decked in the process, that's all."

"You better tell us their names," Kurt said. He went to pull out his phone.

"I didn't even get a good look at them-"

"Well we're going to march down to their school and demand an apology," Terri insisted.

Kurt started dialing a number. "I'm calling them right now. Better yet, Zach, hand me that bat because I'm gonna whip those shitheads-"

"You guys!" The parents stopped their rambling. Natalie sighed. "I'm fine, I promise. A little black eye can't get me down."

No one said anything. Instead, Kurt and Terri pulled their children into a group hug. This was honestly the medicine Natalie needed the most. No pills, just the love and warm embrace from those who cared about her. In this moment, all of the trouble from the past few weeks had been forgiven. From this point on they could all finally start on a clean slate. Like Natalie always wanted.

Everyone broke apart when Kurt's phone rang. He answered the call.

"Hello? Noah… yeah, she's here. Any word on Stiles?… he is?…" Kurt sighed. "Oh, thank god. I'll let her know right now."

"He's home?" Terri asked.

"Yeah," Kurt said after he hung up, "Noah said his face is battered up but he's okay."

Natalie could finally breathe again. Her boyfriend was safe. And she needed to go see him. Reaching for the key hook, Natalie grabbed her keys. "I'm going over there."

"Natalie, you need to rest," Kurt said to her.

"Resting is for wimps," his daughter said, "I have to go see Stiles."

Neither Kurt or Terri could protest before Natalie shut the door behind her. Now that she was gone, they turned to glare at their youngest kid. Zach rocked back and forth on his heels.

"So… I think this calls for a celebration," he smiled, "What do you say?"

"You're grounded for two weeks."

"Oh, come on!"

After he and Noah hugged everything out, Stiles changed out of his lacrosse uniform and into one of his old t-shirts and sweatpants. His face was pretty banged up with dark red bruising on his cheek and a busted lip. It didn't hurt too much anymore, not that he would even really care if it did. All he Stiles could think about was Natalie. Noah had said that she and Zach returned home and he couldn't have been any more thankful. He thought about calling her but he really wanted her to sleep it off. Even though he knew her too well to know that she wouldn't actually get some sleep. But he could still hope.

Currently he was laying on his stomach on his bed, staring off into space as he relived every event that occurred that night so far from winning the lacrosse game to being pummeled by Gerard. Now that he thought about it, maybe Stiles was the one that needed some shut eye. Just as he felt his whiskey colored eyes getting heavy, someone knocked on his door.

"Dad, I said I'm fine," Stiles said, remaining in his bed. But the knocking continued. He pushed himself up and went to open the door. "Come on, Dad, how many times do I-"

Standing on the other side of the door was Natalie. Her right eye was black and blue due to getting hit. Other than that, she looked to be okay. That didn't make Stiles any less angry for his girlfriend getting hurt.

The longer Natalie stared at Stiles's injuries, the more her bottom lip started to quiver. Her large dark eyes became glossy and she looked like she could break at any second.

"Aw, Nat, come here," Stiles said softly as he pulled her into his arms.

That was when Natalie finally started to cry into the crook of his neck, making him hold her tighter. "Stiles, I am so sorry. I never should have left. I-I should've stayed with you. I'm so sorry-"

"No, no, it's okay," Stiles reassured her, stroking her red velvet hair, "I'd rather have it be me than you. I'm just glad you got out of there."

They pulled out of their hug but still held onto each other. Natalie lightly stroked the bruise on Stiles's cheek. He still winced at the contact.

"Sorry," Natalie apologized, "Do you need an ice pack or something?"

"Do you?" Stiles asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Touché," Natalie nodded.

While Stiles went downstairs to grab themselves ice packs, both of their phones chimed. Natalie sighed when she saw that it was Scott. Again. It was about the fifteenth time he had texted her that night. This time he was asking her if she was okay. She didn't respond to this text either. Instead, she just tossed her phone on Stiles's bed and then plopped herself on it also.

He came back into the room not long after with an ice pack in each hand. He tossed one to Natalie and laid down beside her. Simultaneously they placed their ice packs on their bruises, sighing happily at the cooling sensation.

Another ding rang from Stiles's phone. Natalie grabbed it. "You know you have about sixteen missed texts from Scott?" The phone dinged again. "Make that seventeen."

"I know," Stiles simply said.

"What, are you avoiding him?" Natalie asked.

"No," Stiles replied, "No, not really."

"Huh. It's okay. I haven't responded to any of his messages either."

"Why haven't you?"

"Honestly… I don't know," Natalie said after she thought about it, "I guess I just don't wanna really deal with all of that right now. I need a second to just breathe. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah," Stiles nodded, "I think that's what I'm feeling too." He looked at Natalie, who was staring up at the ceiling. "Hey." He propped himself up on his elbows. "Remember the road trip we were talking about? Let's do it."

Natalie sat up. "Really?"

"Why not?" Stiles said, "You and I need this. We could get away from everything for a bit. Clear our heads. Enjoy life again. Just be together."

It did sound nice. A little getaway with the one she loved with no interruptions… hopefully. It would be perfect.

"Okay." Natalie's smile grew the more she thought about it. "Yeah, that actually sounds really amazing. I'm in."

Stiles grinned as well. Being careful to not touch Natalie's black eye, he placed his hand on her cheek and gave her one of his more gentler kisses that she still enjoyed.

"You wanna start planning it out?" she asked when they broke the kiss.

"I like the way you think, pretty lady," Stiles said. He kissed her again before getting up from the bed. Not without falling on the floor, of course. As he went to grab a notepad and a pencil, both of their phones went off. "How much you wanna bet that's Scott?"

"Nothing because it is him," Natalie confirmed with furrows eyebrows as she looked at the text, "You actually might want to read this."

"What?" Stiles looked at his own phone. "'Jackson might not be dead. He's in some type of transparent casing from the venom coming out of his claws. And he's moving.'"

"We really can't get just one moment of peace, can we?" Natalie tucked her phone in her back pocket. "Maybe we should go help him."

"Look, it's probably best we both stay out of it," Stiles said, "Especially you. You really need to get some rest, Natalie."

Throwing her head back, the redhead groaned. "Why does everyone keep telling me that I need to rest?"

"Because you look like you haven't slept in weeks," Stiles told her, "I don't know what's been going on with you lately but whatever it is… it's draining you. You're pushing yourself way too hard and I can tell you're crashing."

"I don't care. And I don't know how many times I have to keep saying I'm fine."

Shaking his head, Stiles said, "See, that's the problem. You- you don't care about getting hurt. But you know how I'll feel? I'll be devastated. And if you die, I will literally go out of my freakin' mind. And I've already almost lost you once. I don't wanna go through that again. You see, death doesn't happen to you, Natalie. It happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how they're gonna live the rest of their lives now without you in it? Huh? And look at our faces, huh?" He gestured to both of their injuries. His voice started to get loud, making Natalie flinch. "Come on, you actually think this was meant to hurt us?"

He stopped when saw Natalie's doe eyes get bigger. Not once in all of their years of being best friends had she ever heard Stiles raise her voice at her like that. It was kind of scary. Of course Natalie knew he would never hurt her. She wasn't scared of him. She was more scared of the pain that she was causing to everyone around her by hiding her own pain.

Noticing her eyes starting to get watery again, Stiles grabbed her hands. "Natalie, I'm so sorry-"

"No… it's okay," she said softly. She blinked the tears away. "I'm the one who should be sorry. Sometimes I forget how much me being sick affected you. I should have been more sensitive about that."

"I know you think I worry about you too much. But it's just because I can't stand the thought of losing you to anything. I love you, Natalie."

"I love you too, Stiles."

They kissed each other tenderly and hugged each other tight like it would be their last time. And in this world, there would always be that underlying fear that someday it would be.

There was a knock on the doorframe and the two turned to see Noah standing there. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Just a loving moment between two teenagers but nothing major," Stiles answered sarcastically, making Natalie roll her eyes.

"My apologies then," Noah chuckled, "How's the shiner, Natalie?"

"Oh, you know," said girl answered, grabbing her ice pack, "I've had worse things happen to me."

"I guess that's true." Stiles sat down at his desk and Noah knelt beside his son. "Listen, I know that getting beaten up, and with what happened to Jackson, has gotten you both pretty shaken. But Stiles, be happy about one thing." Stiles looked at his dad. "The game. You were amazing."

"Thanks, Dad," Stiles scoffed.

"No, I mean it," Noah said, "Look, it was pretty much over. And then you got the ball, and you started running. You scored, and the tide just turned. And you scored again and again. You weren't just MVP of the game. You were a hero."

Shaking his head, Stiles said, "No, I'm not a hero, Dad."

"You were last night," Noah smiled. He patted Stiles's shoulder and walked out of the room.

"I'm not a hero," Stiles mumbled to himself.

"You are to me," Natalie said as she came up behind Stiles. She wrapped his arms around his neck. "And not just during the game. Throughout all of this."

"I'm just human."

"That's what makes you even more incredible. You don't need what Scott or Derek have to be amazing. You've always been amazing, Stiles."

Stiles smiled lightly and rested his head back on her chest. "Thanks, Nat."

Natalie moved away to shut the door. When Stiles raised an eyebrow, Natalie slowly pulled off her shirt and tossed it onto the floor. Her boyfriend's eyes grew wide. Well this definitely was not how he expected this night to go. But when she looked into Natalie's nervous but seductive eyes, Stiles knew that she was finally ready. Just like he was too.

He stood up from his desk and walked over to Natalie slowly. Her back was pressed against the door as Stiles stepped closer to her. Caressing her cheek, he lowered his head and kissed her softly. That kiss then grew deeper as Natalie wrapped her arms around Stiles's neck. He grabbed her by the hips and gently pulled her with him towards the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and his eyes widened when she straddled his waist. Natalie tugged on the bottom of his shirt and she pulled it over his head.

Of course they fumbled with it a little. Just like he did when Stiles tried to unhook her bra right after. Both of them always had a feeling their first time together was going to be a little awkward. But that was who they were- awkward, clumsy, and absolutely crazy for each other. They wouldn't have wanted this any other way.

Holding onto her so she wouldn't fall, Stiles lowered her onto the bed. They kissed until he broke it but then began to start placing them along her pale neck and down to her chest. A soft gasp escaped Natalie's lips as her boyfriend got to her right breast. He kissed around the curve before flicking his tongue against her nipple. She ran her fingers over his hair as he began to suck on it, closing her eyes as she savored the wet sensation. Stiles then started giving her other breast some attention too by massaging it, tweaking her other nipple every so often.

As much as she usually loved the foreplay, Natalie was feeling a little impatient. So she pushed Stiles away. He was about to ask her if something was wrong when she kicked off her boots and unbuttoned her jeans. She shimmied out of them along with her underwear, leaving her fully naked underneath him. Stiles could already see the glistening coming from in between her legs and he could feel himself hardening up even more, almost painfully so. Taking his girlfriend's cue, he stood up to pull down his own bottoms before rejoining his girlfriend on the bed.

Stiles reached over to his nightstand and pulled out the box of condoms that he had yet to open up. A sense of pride washed over him as he ripped the lid open and pulled out a packet. He tore it open with his teeth, stopping for a bit as Natalie reached down in between their bodies and stroked his dick to keep it hard. Even though Stiles was fully capable of doing so when he was staring down at his gorgeous naked girl. He finally managed to get the condom out and rolled it over his hard member.

His hands ran up and down Natalie's parted thighs as he took in the moment. Even though Stiles wasn't a werewolf, he could practically hear the redhead's heartbeat racing as she stared back up at him. Whether it was out of nerves or excitement, he couldn't tell. But there was no mistaking the love in her eyes that she had for the boy she had known since birth. To this day Stiles couldn't understand what in the world made her choose him. Still, he couldn't have been any more blessed to say that Natalie Angelina Henderson was his and they get to share this special moment with her.

"You ready?" he asked her softly.

She nodded. "Yeah. Yes."

Grabbing the base of his dick, he aimed the tip at her entrance and began to push slowly. Her breath hitched as he sank deeper and deeper until he hit the barrier that was between her being a virgin and not being a virgin. Natalie bit on her bottom lip to prevent herself from making any noise when he finally broke her hymen. She did wince which Stiles noticed right away.

"I'm sorry," he was quick to say, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she assured him, "I'm okay. Just move. Please, Stiles."

Making sure to stay inside her, Stiles lowered his upper body so he could kiss her lips, which she happily melted into. He remained in that position as he began to rock his hips back and forth slowly so she could get used to the feeling.

Now of course he wasn't one of those porn actors that seemed to move in a way that could make a girl scream. No, Stiles's movements were a little sloppier, which Natalie expected. But it was still enough to make her moan softly into his ear. He breathed heavily into hers when he quickened his pace a bit. They did their best to be as quiet as possible since Noah was just downstairs. It was proven to be quite difficult to do so when Stiles ached to go faster and deeper.

He straightened himself up and gripped on her thighs as he snapped his hips into hers. This gave him a beautiful view of Natalie arching her back which made her breasts look absolutely incredible. Her eyes were closed and her bottom lip was tucked in between her teeth. Any uncomfortableness was washed away in her body language as she allowed herself to fully be in the moment and enjoy it.

It wasn't long before Stiles could feel himself getting close. He wanted to kick himself for being that guy that finished fast while the girl didn't get off. So he pressed his thumb against Natalie's clit and rubbed it in tight circles that had her seeing stars.

"Stiles…" she whimpered, "Oh my god. Ohhh…"

That seemed to do it for her because before Stiles knew it, Natalie's walls were clenching around him. He finally let himself go and held her close as he came. "Fuck, Natalie. God…" His hips kept twitching like they were being electrocuted as he felt himself spill into the condom.

It seemed to went on for minutes before they both finally found themselves back on earth. Stiles rested his forehead on Natalie's as they both tried to catch their breath. Both of their bodies felt sticky from their sweat and Natalie's wetness but it didn't bother them. They just kissed each other for the hundredth time that night.

"I love you," Stiles whispered.

"I love you too, Stiles," Natalie whispered back.

After one last kiss, Stiles slowly pulled out of her. Natalie lightly moaned at the loss but all was forgiven when he laid down next to her after throwing away the soiled condom.

They spent the next several minutes kissing and holding each other, forgetting about what was going on out in the real world. That was until someone knocked on the door.

"Oh, great, it's my dad again," Stiles grumbled. "One second!" Both he and Natalie shot up out of the bed and frantically threw their clothes back on. Stiles was the first to be fully dressed so he answered the door. "Dad, I promise everything is- Zach?"

Hearing her brother's name made Natalie groan in annoyance. After shoving her beanie back on, she stomped over to the doorway to scold him.

"Dude, I swear to god, if you keep-" Natalie paused when she saw who else was standing next to Zach. "Lydia? What are you doing here?"

"I went to your house first," her friend said, "Your parents told me you were here."

"Is everything okay?" Natalie asked, "And why is he here with you?"

"I told her what was happening to Jackson," Zach answered sheepishly.

"Why?" Stiles asked.

"Because she thinks she might know how to help save him."

The couple looked at each other with furrowed eyebrows, unsure of where this was headed. "Go on."

Soon after Lydia explained her theory, the four of them ran out of the house and jumped into the jeep. Stiles sped throughout the town to get to the destination, which was the iron works in downtown. Not used to the boy's crazy driving, Lydia gripped onto the handle up her head and tried not to puke. Zach looked down at his sister's phone.

"You know you have, like, twenty-two missed messages from Scott?" he told her.

"Yeah, I know," Natalie said, "I've been… busy." Stiles grinned cheekily and she blushed.

Zach's face turned into disgust and he gagged. "Oh, gross."

When they got to the iron works, Stiles stopped in front of a building where they heard roaring and yelling. Everyone had to be in there.

"Okay, so what's the plan now?" Lydia asked.

"You might wanna keep holding on tight," Stiles told her, putting the car back in gear. He squeezed his eyes shut.

"What are you-"

Natalie didn't have the chance to finish her question because Stiles stomped on the gas pedal and crashed into the building. He aimed straight for the kanima, running it over. The jeep screeched to a halt and Stiles opened his eyes.

"Did I get him?" he asked out loud, making Scott let out a chuckle.

"Oh, nice going, Stiles!" Zach exclaimed, "Now he's dead!"

"Hey, once you get your license in two years then you can question my driving skills," Stiles snapped back.

Then the two started bickering. Natalie tried to get them to shut up when the kanima jumped on the hood of the jeep, making everyone stop. It hissed at them and everyone screamed and scrambled out of the car. Stiles, Natalie, and Zach ran over to Scott but Lydia stayed standing next to the jeep.

"Jackson!" she exclaimed to try to get his attention, "Jackson."

"Lydia!" Zach yelled, trying to get to her.

But Scott stopped him. "Wait."

Just as the kanima raised its claws to swipe, it noticed Lydia holding up a key. But what everyone didn't know that it was actually the key Jackson had given to her to his house back when they were together. The kanima eyed the object curiously. Nobody really understood what was happening, but whatever it was actually seemed to be working. Jackson was finally starting to turn back into himself. He took the key from Lydia and stared at her like she was with him. He then started backing up slowly.

Derek locked eyes with Peter, who had been hiding in the background this entire time, and they both ran towards Jackson. They stabbed his claws into him, Derek at his stomach and Peter from his back. Lydia gasped as she saw the boy she loved being raised in the air, choking on his own blood. She wanted to run towards him but her eyes widened when the white wolf stood in front of her. Seeing an actual wolf seemed to scare the girl, but Anabelle just nodded her head to let her know that this was supposed to happen.

The werewolves holding Jackson up retracted their claws, letting him down. Anabelle finally stepped aside and let Lydia run towards Jackson to catch him.

"Do you…" Jackson choked out, "Do you still-"

"I do," Lydia cried, nodding her head, "I do still love you. I do, I do still love you. I do. I do. I do still love you, I do."

Jackson slowly leaned towards Lydia, his head resting on her shoulder as he finally passed away. The poor girl was now sobbing over the loss. Natalie was even starting to get a little teary eyed. Even though she hated the guy, she knew how much Lydia was in love with him. Natalie rested her head on Stiles's shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her.

"Where's Gerard?" they heard Allison ask.

"He can't be far," Chris said.

Once Lydia laid Jackson to rest, he had fully shifted back into his normal self. She stood up and faced everyone with teary eyes. Now what was she to do without the boy she fell in love with? Natalie was about to go comfort her friend when everyone looked down at Jackson in shock.

His long claws scraped along the cement floor, drawing Lydia's attention to him. His eyes snapped open, the same electric blue as Derek and Anabelle's. Slowly, Jackson stood up with his back hunched over. Once his back was straightened and head tilted back, his face had become one of a werewolf. He flashed his claws and roared at the sky.

As soon as Jackson shifted back into his human self, Lydia threw herself at him and he caught her. They embraced each other, letting each other know that the love was still there. The trio heard sniffling next to them. Zach wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

"Dude, are you crying?" Scott asked him.

"What?" Zach said, trying to play it off, "I'm not crying, you're crying. Shut up. I hate werewolves."

A week had went by after that night. Everything actually seemed to go back to normal. It was such a relief for everyone, including the teenagers. Even though Allison had broken up with Scott, but he actually seemed to be taking it quite well. Good for him for remaining positive. And of course Stiles and Natalie were better than ever. Not much has changed with them. Except the copious amount of sex they were having now. That was fun for the both of them.

The jeep pulled up at the lacrosse field and the trio hopped out. They started pulling lacrosse equipment out of the trunk.

"So you really think she's gonna come back to you?" Stiles asked Scott, referring to Allison.

"Yeah, I know she is," Scott said, "What about you and Nat? You guys still going on that trip?"

"Yep!" Natalie told him, "In just a few weeks, Stiles and I are gonna be sleeping under the stars, boinking all night light."

Scott groaned. "Oh, god, you did not just say 'boink'."

"I sure did, Scotty," his best friend grinned, "And besides, we always had to hear about your sex life with Allison so it's time for some payback."

Laughing, Stiles bumped his fist with Natalie's. "True that. Now why don't you just get into the goal and help me make team captain like you promised there, big guy."

"Hey, you know what I just realized?" Scott asked when they got in their positions, "I'm right back where I started."

"What do you mean?" Natalie asked.

"I mean no lacrosse, no popularity, no girlfriend. Nothing."

"Dude, you still got me," Stiles said defensively.

Natalie jumped on Scott's back. "And me!"

"I had you guys before," the teen wolf chuckled.

"Yeah, and you still got us," Stiles said, "Okay? It's a life fulfilled."

"Very."

"Alright, enough chit chat," Natalie said, hopping off Scott's back so she could stand behind her boyfriend, "Let's get this thing started!"

"Now remember," Stiles told Scott as he scooped up a ball, "No wolf powers."

"Got it," Scott nodded.

"No, I mean it. No super fast reflexes, no super eyesight, no hearing- none of that crap, okay?"

"Okay." Scott tapped on both sides of the goal with his lacrosse stick. "Come on."

Stiles raised his stick to shoot at his best friend. "You promise?"

"Would you take the shot already?"

Bending his knees, Scott looked behind Stiles at Natalie. She put her thumb up and winked and he nodded at her. He looked down and when he raised his head back up, his eyes turned amber. Natalie didn't know how Stiles missed this. Then he swung the lacrosse stick and Scott caught the ball with ease.

"I said no wolf powers!"

After Natalie got home from her day with Scott and Stiles, she hopped in the shower to wash the sweat and dirt off her. She hummed to herself as she gave herself one final rinse. Her skin was starting to get pruny so as much as she wanted to envelop the hot water even more, Natalie decided it was time to hop out. She turned off the water and grabbed a white fluffy towel before stepping onto the mat next to her bathtub.

She continued to hum when she went back into her room. Rocky was sitting on her bed so Natalie scratched his ear before pulling out a pair of clean underwear, shorts, and an old and oversized band t-shirt. It was after she pulled the shirt over her head when she felt a sharp and excruciating pain in her head.

Crying out, Natalie squeezed her eyes shut and clutched onto her head. She was just hoping that the throbbing would go away. But the pain just seemed to increase. It only got worse when she opened her eyes. Everything around became blurry and she was even starting to forget where she was. Natalie began to hyperventilate.

"Mom!" she called out, afraid to move.

"Yeah, honey?" Terri called back.

"I- I need help!" Natalie cried out, "There's… there's something wrong…"

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she tried to grip onto something. But it was too late. Natalie fell on the floor with a loud thump, causing Rocky to bark uncontrollably.

The last thing Natalie remembered before blacking out entirely was her mom yelling for Zach to call her dad and her dialing the ambulance.

Dun, dun, DUUUNNN!

Yes, you are one step closer to finding out what is happening with Natalie, even though I'm sure some of you may know at this point. But things are about to get very interesting very soon and I hope you guys stick around!

PLEASE review and go check out Scars and No One Else. Things are gonna get dramatic in both stories and you don't wanna miss it. I'll be sure to update soon! Xoxo, Maddie