I was at school the next day and I was in the locker room. I had just finished with the girls' team. We were all changing getting ready to leave for the day. I was looking forward to going back to my house with everything happening. I needed some space to think. That's when I heard what sounded like frantic shuffling of stuff. I glanced around trying to find out who was doing it.

"Where's her stuff?" Someone asked. I turned around in the other direction. It was Gwen. I raised an eyebrow confused and then walked over to her.

"Hey what's wrong?" I asked glancing to what she was doing. She was looking through the locker.

"Her stuff's missing." Gwen said as she slammed a locker door shut. I saw Hayden start walking over towards us. Gwen was looking frantic to be completely honest.

"Who's?" Hayden asked coming up beside me.

"My sister's. Phoebe. She's been on the soccer team with you both!" She panicked. Hayden and I glanced at each concerned, before looking back at Gwen. I felt bad because I didn't know who she was talking about. And I was the captain of the team.

"I don't remember her." Hayden said. Gwen let out a frustrated sound.

"No one does. The school doesn't. Everyone doesn't know who she is." Gwen said as she walked out of the locker room. Hayden and I glanced over at each other. I let out a sigh before chewing on the inside of my cheek.

"I got to talk to Scott." I muttered. She nodded and I grabbed my jacket and book bag on my way out. I couldn't find Scott, so I called his stupid self.

"Where are you?" I asked when he answered the call.

"Malia's locker. I got new information." He said. I hit the end button. That's all I needed to hear before walking down the hallways. When I got to Malia's locker, they were talking about going to a nursing home to see someone and Liam was trying to get Malia to help him convince Gwen she was in danger. Oh, so Gwen was going to get taken by the Wild Hunt. Well that makes sense on why no one remembers her sister.

"Just kidnap her." Malia said. We both glanced at Malia. I shook my head.

"Don't kidnap her." Scott and I said. We glanced at each other for a moment before looking back at Liam.

"We'll be back tonight after we talk to Stilinski's dad." Scott said. I blinked confused as I stared up at him.

"Wait, what?" I asked confused. What had I missed in the last few hours I had been at practice?

"Do we really have to do this?" Malia asked. Scott nodded at her.

"He's our only lead." Scott said. I glanced at him shaking my head slightly.

"Wanna fill me in?" I asked. He nodded.

"I will in a minute." Scott promised. I gave him a firm nod before looking at Liam. He was looking stressed out.

"What if the Ghost Riders show up?" Liam asked. I sighed as I crossed my arms over my chest. We still didn't have any clue on how to stop the Ghost Riders from kidnapping people and making them disappear into smoke.

"He has a valid point. We can't exactly fight them." I muttered.

"Then you'll handle it. You're not alone. You have Cory, Mason, and Hayden. Just find a safe place for Gwen and keep her there." Scott said. But what was a safe place from those psychos? They could appear anywhere at any time and just zap someone up. I didn't even know where they would go after being taken.

"Any suggestions?" Liam asked.

"It doesn't matter as long as she's safe." Scott said. I nodded and followed him out the door. We heard Malia tell Liam to kidnap her. I growled and looked back at the pair.

"Don't kidnap her!" Scott and I said. I followed Scott outside.

"Want to tell me what's going on?" I asked.

"Stilinski's dad is out in a nursing home." He started. I nodded as I followed him to the parking lot.

"Okay, I'm not following." I said.

"We think he may remember Stiles, since he's a little older than the rest of us. Or that's the theory we're going with." He said as we stopped at my car. I nodded thinking it over in my head. I mean it was a long shot but at this point I was ready to try anything and everything. The aching in my heart was there and it hadn't gone away.

"So, we're just going to walk in and talk to him? Is that allowed?" I asked him confused. He just gave me this look and I nodded my head.

"Ah, we're breaking in. Great." I muttered as I leaned against my car.

"If you have any other way to get in there, I'm all ears." Scott muttered. I let out a long sigh before shaking my head. He chuckled at me.

"Just meet me at my house later tonight." He said. I nodded and watched as he walked away. I started to twist the ring on my hand again before glancing down at it. We're coming for you Stiles.


Scott, Malia, Lydia, and I all headed to the nursing home that we needed to get into. I still couldn't believe we were going to break into this place just in order to talk to a dementia patient. When we got there, I stopped for a moment and stared at the place. It just made me feel super depressed. I felt bad for the people in this place. It made me wonder whether or not they had visitors.

"I can't believe we're about to break into a nursing home." Scott said. I shrugged.

"Well, after the orderlies at Eichen house I think we can take on some nurses." Malia said. I nodded as a shiver went down my back. Thinking back to Eichen house brought back memories I never wanted to think about again.

"Those bitches were mean." I muttered as Malia went inside. I watched as Malia slammed his head against the table and then drag him into a closet. My eyes widened as I glanced over at Scott shocked. He just let out a heavy sigh.

"Damn." I whispered as we snuck in. We went to a room that had a man sitting inside. He was in a wheelchair and I choked up slightly.. He looked at me, looking somewhat lost.

"Miss, is it time for my medicine?" He asked. I shook my head.

"No, it's not." I muttered.

"Oh," He said before spacing out again.

"Are you Elias Stilinski?" Lydia asked. He glanced up at her for a moment before nodding.

"I am." He said. Lydia walked up so she was in front of him.

"I'm Lydia Martin. Do you know who I am?" Lydia said. He stared at her blankly. Well, that look gave us the answer there. Of course, he wouldn't know who Lydia was.

"Should I?" He asked. I sighed and glanced over at Scott.

"Mr. Stilinski we're looking for somebody who might be named Stiles. You went by that name in the army, right?" Scott asked. I chewed on the inside of my lip waiting for an answer.

"Yes, best years of my life." He said as he glanced down. He was being a little nostalgic right now.

"Do you know any of us?" I asked. He glanced over at Scott.

"Of course, I do." He said as he looked up at Scott.

"You're my son." He said. My eyes widened

"Your son?" Scott asked confused.

"Mr. Stilinski what year is it?" Lydia asked.

"1976. It's my son's birthday next week." He said. I looked at Lydia and Scott. Well, this had taken an unexpected turn.

"Dementia." I muttered them both. Lydia nodded. Then he glanced down again.

"Is it time for my medicine?" He asked. I ran my hands over my face and looked at Scott and Lydia. He just shrugged at me. He didn't know what to do now. I wanted to start crying. We were trying to figure out what was going to be our next move. It was starting to get dark out and we still hadn't left. We were trying to come up with a plan and I was sitting at the table with Lydia. She was trying to coax information out of Mr. Stilinski to see if he had known anything about the Stiles, we were trying to find out about.

"Scott McCall?" He asked. Scott nodded and smiled.

"No, no, no, no, no. You're my son." He said smiling. I sighed closing my eyes as I hung my head.

"Keep it down old guy. You'll wake the other old people." Malia said. I opened my eyes and cut her a look.

"You really have a way with your elders." I muttered as I stared at her. She shrugged at me.

"I don't like her." He said as he glanced at Lydia. I shrugged at him. I had really hated her when she first came into the pack, so I knew the feeling well. Lydia sighed. I mean I'm not going to lie there were some days where I wish Malia would disappear. I don't think that feeling would ever really go away.

"Your son. He's the sheriff of Beacon Hills." Lydia said. I nodded.

"Sheriff? No, no, no, no. I was in the army." He said stuttering. I sighed.

"One of you use your claws." Malia said. I glanced back at her and shook my head.

"No, I won't do that." I said glaring at her. I couldn't believe she had just suggested that.

"It could kill him." Scott said. I nodded.

"I get that, but we're running out of time." Malia said. I just rolled my eyes before looking at Scott. He shook his head at her.

"I can't." He said again. That's when I heard a flick and Scott grabbed her as I stood up in front of her.

"No," I growled at her flashing my eyes. She glared at me. I heard Mr. Stilinski behind me gasp. This is why me and Malia still had issues. She didn't think about what she was doing. She did it and then worried about the consequences after the fact, but this was potentially fatal to a man this old, and she didn't care. It made me grind my teeth against each other.

"We're not hurting him." I hissed. That's when I stood off to the side and then looked back at Mr. Stilinski.

"Young lady, you need to clip those nails." He said. I just smirked and hid a smile behind my hand.

"You shouldn't be here. If you don't leave, I'll have to report, you." He said. Then I glanced over at him as he started muttering. I looked over at Lydia confused.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Lydia glanced back at the window.

"The sun went down." She said. I stared at her confused and clueless.

"He's sun downing. It's when dementia patients lose their faculties after the sun goes down." She explained. I pursed my lips together tightly. Well, that wasn't a good thing for us.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore!" He said loudly. My eyes widened. If he didn't keep his voice down, we were going to attract unwanted attention. Then we would never get down to if there was a Stiles or not. And I wanted to prove to Scott he existed.

"So, what do we do?" Malia asked.

"Wait till the sun comes back up." Lydia said. I shook my head.

"Um, I don't know if we're going to have that much time." I muttered. That's when he really started to freak out saying leave over and over again.

"There's going to be something we can do to keep him quiet." I muttered as I glanced at the door. Every passing second there was a risk of getting caught.

"I can keep him quiet." Malia said taking a step forward.

"No!" We all chorused together. She sighed irritated with all of us. That's when Lydia took a few pieces of papers out of her bag. I glanced at them, and it was math. Why did she have her math notes with her of all times?

"Elias. Look at the equations." Lydia said taking the papers from him and making him look at them.

"It's binomial probability. What's P?" She asked. Scott and I glanced at each other before looking back towards the pair.

"The probability of success?" He asked. She nodded. Okay Lydia keep this ball rolling. I don't know where this was going but there was a small spark of hope right now in me.

"Right! And that means N Minus K is?" She asked. I glanced at Scott with raised eyebrows.

"Uh, the number of trails minus the number of successes." He said. I nodded and smiled.

"What's with the math?" Malia asked as she stared at Lydia.

"It helps dementia patients concentrate." Lydia said. Then he looked back at the paper and pointed to another problem.

"And this one?" She asked him.

"That's um, conditional probability." He said. Then he stood up with the papers. He was just staring at them like he was calculating something in his head.

"Let's find the moment of an inertia." She said to him. He didn't say anything to her.

"Elias?" She asked him.

"That's Mr. Stilinski. Who the hell do you think you are?" He said as he looked over at us. We glanced at each other with small smiles pulling up at the corners of our mouths. Hopefully, this was a sign we were on the right path.

"You know Scott isn't your son." Lydia said. He nodded as he looked at Scott.

"Of course, I know that. Are the brains getting smaller with the skirts?" He asked. Now, he sounded like my grandfather. Old and crotchety. I heard Malia growl.

"It's alright." I muttered to her.

"You're that McCall kid." He said. Scott looked at him confused.

"You know me?" He asked confused.

"I know your dad. Couldn't hold his liquor and he certainly keep that wedding ring on his finger. Pretty young thing would walk by and poof, that ring disappeared like magic." He said. Malia growled slightly. My eyes widened slightly.

"Do you know all of us?" Lydia asked. He glanced at me.

"You're the spitting image of your mom when she first moved to Beacon Hills. She always dressed like a biker with leather and boots. I'll never know how you mother ever got any boyfriends dressing and acting the way she did. But you seem to have the calmness of your father. He was a brilliant man. He had mood swings though like a woman." He said staring at me. I growled quietly. Then he looked at Lydia.

"You're Natalie Martin's girl. You look like her. She was pretty once, too." He said. My eyes widened and Malia growled.

"It's alright Malia." Scott said.

"And she also liked to talk like she was the smartest person in the room." He said. That's when Malia flicked her claws out and growled.

"Malia!" Scott and I said yelled. She glared at both us.

"That's enough!" Sheriff said. I turned around to see him looking at us. I swallowed nervously before glancing at Elias. We were so close.

"Sheriff." Scott said.

"I explicitly told you not to come here. And who attacked a staff member?" He asked. The nurse nodded at Malia. Ha, Malia was going to get in trouble.

"That's her." He said. Malia growled.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Woah, we were just having a nice conversation." Mr. Stilinski said. That's when the Sheriff looked at us.

"The four of you out. Now." He said. I sighed and we all headed out the room. I was the last one almost out the door when I heard Mr. Stilinski yell at his son. I paused for a moment and glanced back over my shoulder. He was frustrated that he never got company.

"That's right! Leave like I'm not even here." He yelled. I turned around at the doorway to the room we had been in and looked back at the sheriff. He had paused. He glared at me and I scooted around the corner of the door, peeking into the room. I wanted to hear this.

"Go back to your dead wife and your loser son!" He yelled. The sheriff had paused mid-step and turned around to face his father. My eyes widened slightly as I smiled. He did remember Stiles. I moved so I was in the doorway smiling.

"What did you say?" Sheriff asked confused.

"Is it time for my medicine?" Mr. Stilinski asked. The Sheriff stared at him for a moment before looking back at me. That's when I ran so that the sheriff couldn't yell at me anymore. Scott stared at me as I walked out the door. We all had to go to the police station. When we got there Mrs. Martin was there waiting to yell at us. I would love to say I cared about what Ms. Martin was going to say but I really actually didn't. I was on cloud nine knowing someone remembered Stiles had indeed existed at one point.

"I know this looks bad." Scott said.

"This doesn't just look bad it is bad, Scott. You broke into a nursing home, you harassed a dementia patient, and you beat up a nurse. This could affect the rest of your lives." She said. I shrugged.

"My dad's a lawyer." I muttered. Scott looked at me shocked and I glanced up at him and shrugged again. Yeah, no one was going to kill the mood I was in.

"Especially you Malia. They're talking felony charges." Mrs. Martin said. I just leaned back against the bars of the cell and crossed my arms over my chest. This was all so entertaining to hear.

"I didn't beat him up. I could have but I chose not to." Malia said. Oh yeah, cause knocking someone out was better than beating him up. I just rolled my eyes and sighed again.

"It's an improvement." Lydia and I both said sadly. That's when the Sheriff opened up the door to his office.

"By some miracle, the nurse decided to drop the charges. They're free to go." Sheriff Stilinski said and then closed his door back up.

"Just because you're not going to jail doesn't mean you're not grounded for an eternity." Mrs. Martin said. I rolled my eyes and that's when my phone beeped. I glanced down to see a message from my dad. I opened it up and saw it was just him saying that if I were going to do stupid reckless stuff to try and not get the police called and we would talk about it when I got home. Well, if my dad was involved no wonder the charges were dropped. I headed home and put my hands into my pockets as I sulked out of the police station. I hadn't had the chance to tell Scott and I figured I would just tell him in the morning. I had ridden with Lydia to the nursing home, so I had to walk home from the police station. When I was on my way home, I had this weird feeling come over me. It was a stomachache. I had always been the one in the family to have weird feelings when bad things were happening.

I remember that once when I was little way before I had even changed, I was watching Max and Luna climb a tree. I had been in my sandbox building a sandcastle. The twins were too young to do anything with me. I had felt sick to my stomach and then five minutes after that feeling washed over me Max fell out of the tree and broke his arm. It had been a big thing, but I never told anyone about the feeling. I shook my head as I struggled to go down the street without collapsing in a heap. When I got home, Max took a look at me.

"What's wrong?" He asked. I shook my head as I went to the couch in the living room. He sat beside me in the armchair. After a moment he groaned.

"No, I know that look. Something bad happened." He said. I just shrugged.

"I- yeah. I don't know what though. I was walking home, and it just slammed into me like a brick wall." I muttered. He nodded.

"Well, I guess if it's making you look all pale and sickly, we'll find it out tomorrow on the news." He murmured. I saw Camille pop her head out from the kitchen and glanced at me.

"Do I need to get the bucket?" She asked. I shook my head and Max just shrugged.

"I think it would be a good precaution honestly." He said. She nodded and headed for the garage. I glared at him.

"I always wonder why you are the sensitive one." He murmured and I just shrugged.

"You can have it. I don't want it." I whispered. He laughed at me. I just rolled my eyes and leaned back on the couch into a tiny ball trying to fall asleep.

I woke up the next morning and got ready for school. When I glanced in the mirror and saw the dark circles under my eyes. I growled and just rolled my eyes at myself in the mirror. I went to school and realized I had been running a little behind on the time. When I got there the day had already started for everyone. I had only like two classes today and they were right before lunch and after lunch, so it didn't matter when I showed up as long as I did for my classes. I sat down at one of the tables still feeling the lingering effects from last night. I just rubbed my eyes again as I heard footsteps approach from behind me. I sniffed and smelled the familiar scent of one Scott McCall.

"You okay?" Scott asked sitting down beside me. I nodded and looked at him.

"Had a really bad feeling hit me in the middle of my way home last night. Spent the whole night on the couch." I muttered. He stared at me concerned and I just laid my head down on the table in front of me. I felt him put a hand on my back and give me a comforting back rub. I chuckled and glanced over at him. He raised an eyebrow on why I was chuckling.

"You're weird." I muttered.

"How?" He asked confused.

"Because you normally don't give me the back rubs…." I murmured frowning. He stared at me with a sad look. He knew how bad I needed someone to remember Stiles. Ever since finding that piece of paper in my old house it was eating away at me. I of course couldn't say anything to anyone at home without being called crazy. I'm sure Max already thought that after the first morning I woke up with jewelry I didn't remember getting.

"You think Stiles?" He asked. I nodded and sighed putting my head into my arms. I felt the tears start to gather in my eyes.

"So, I need you to do something for me." He said. I glanced up at him.

"So, Lydia thinks that the people who are being taken are leaving things behind. Gwen's sister left her bracelet in Gwen's room. Another one left his school ID. Maybe Stiles left something in your room." He said. I shrugged.

"Maybe, I can look around for something when I get home. I mean I already think he had gotten this ring and necklace for me" I muttered.

"See if you can find something of his he left behind." He said. I nodded and he carefully studied me. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"What?" I asked.

"You sure, you're feeling alright. You look more drained than just beside what happened last night…" He said. I shrugged.

"Well, when you all left the other night, I had lingered by the door, and I heard something…" I said. He raised his eyebrows up in surprise. I took a deep breath.

"Sheriff Stilinski's dad had yelled at him. He had told him to go back to his loser son and his dead wife…but Claudia isn't dead." I muttered. Scott stared at me, and I just rubbed my eyes as the bell rang. Scott glanced up at me. He didn't want to say anything in case he had been wrong in saying that. I could read it in his expression.

"And we're taking the people who saw the ghost riders at that party at my house last night to the Argent bunker so they can be safe." Scott muttered. I nodded.

"You think that the bunker will keep them safe?" I asked. He shrugged.

"We have to try." He murmured. I nodded.

"I hope we're not making them sitting ducks in water." I whispered.

"You're going to be at the game." He said. I nodded.

"Just going to watch. I'm not playing." I said. He nodded and sighed.

"This is about to be the most stressful game of the season." I muttered as Scott just stared off into the distance looking at the field.