Ok, before you read this, I need to explain a little bit.

1: this is a tag to the season five teen wolf episode, A Novel Approach, so if you have not seen it, please go watch it or research it on the teen wolf wiki.

2: I started school today and it was pretty crap, so that's why I haven't really updated. I will do my best to try and keep regular updates, but they will most likely be at night if at all. I'm taking this year very seriously since my Mom is gonna let me film my book reports as "commercials to sell the book", and I get to do classes that will help me with beauty school in the future.

3: I AM AWARE THEO IS EXTREMELY OOC AND HIS CHARACTER IS NOT LIKE THIS AT ALL, SO LEAVE ME ALONE, BASHERS! *dabs on the haters* (don't worry guys, my sister watches Jake Paul, not me.)

And now, on with the story!

"Ah! You dropped your phone." Stiles heard Donovan yell from where he was behind the bookcase, praying he wouldn't find him.

"It's Maila. Should I text her back?" The windigo questioned before pressing the decline button and pocketing the iPhone as he started pacing around the library, looking for his prey

"You don't really know who I am, do you, Stiles? Maybe you heard about my father. Did your dad tell you about him? Did Sheriff Stilinski ever tell you about the time he was still deputy and how his partner got caught in a shoot-out?" Donavan was starting to get mad, even though he was doing his best to stay calm. "Did he tell you a bullet shattered my dad's T-9 vertebra? Went right through his spinal cord? Know what that means? It means everything below his waist is useless. And not just his legs. I bet he told you some of it. But I bet he probably left out the part where he was sitting in a car calling for backup while my dad was going in alone." Donovan finally lost his cool after that. "Did he tell you that he was too scared, too much of a frightened little piece of crap to go in after him!? Or do scared little pieces of crap not tell their little piece of crap sons about their failures!? About how they put their partner in a wheelchair for the rest of his life!?" He yelled before finally going silent, and descending up the stairs.

Stiles knew that if he made a run for it, Donovan would find him, but, it was better then just waiting for his death, since his shoulder was already hurting like hell, and if needed, he could just wack Donovan with his wrench again if needed. He started to run before he felt a hand grab onto him, to which he responded by screaming, slamming the person in the collarbone with his wrench and climbing up the scaffolding they were using to fix one of the bookcases in order to run, but soon felt the teeth on Donovan's hand dig into his right calf, making him cry out again before kicking him off with his left leg and continued climbing.

"Don't worry, Stiles. I'm not gonna kill you I'm just gonna eat your legs." The blood thirsty windigo insisted, climbing back up toward the human.

Stiles finally saw the small peg that was holding the metal scaffolding together, and, without thinking, pulled it, feeling the metal beneath his feet fall, but he felt the teeth claw back into his calf a second time as he was so overwhelmed with pain that both he and Donovan fell off the remaining metal of the scaffolding, Stiles watching Donovan be impaled straight through the stomach with one of the beams, coughing up both blood and the grey/sliver substance the other chimeras had coughed up or had bled before his eyes glazed over and his ragged breathing quickly came to a stop.

Stiles immediately felt guilty for killing a wanted criminal, even if it was self defense, but just as he was about to get up, the remains of the scaffolding fell on top of him, pinning the lower part of his body down, and impaling his left side, sending rushes of pain through his body, and he responded by crying out, loudly, praying someone would hear him.

"Stiles?!" A scared voice asked, and he immediately recognized it as Theo's, who he still didn't trust, but not having any other choice, he yelled back.

"Y-yeah!"

He heard footsteps come quickly towards him, and was soon face to face with his "friend" from the fourth grade, who had shock all over his face, placing a hand on his good shoulder, his phone in the teen's other hand that he had pulled out of Donovan's pocket.

"Oh God. That's not good at all. Can you feel your legs?" Theo asked, clearly starting to panic.

"Yeah, I-I can." He whimpered, feeling a burst of pain rushing to his skull.

"I'm calling a ambulance and Scott." Theo told him, standing up, still frazzled, as he used Stiles' phone and dialed quickly before pressing the touch screen to his ear.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"My friend just had a metal scaffolding fall apart on the lower half of his body, and one of the beams impaled him." Theo explained, almost in a nervous ramble as the responder on the other line spoke.

"Sir, take a deep breath. Your friend won't get the help he needs if you have a panic attack."

Theo took a deep, calming breath, just as Stiles did the same, whimpering in the process before he looked up at Theo, tears in his eyes, silently pleading for help.

"Now, where are you and your friend?"

"Beacon Hills High School, in the library, on the first floor."

"OK, I'm sending people to get you and your friend now. Can I have you and your friend's name?"

"I'm Theo Raeken, and my friend is Stiles Stilinski." The teenager explained before looking at the human, tears falling down his face rapidly. "Please hurry. He's in a ton of pain and his Dad is the Sheriff. He needs help."

"We're going as fast as possible, Theo. They'll be there in five minutes. We need you to keep Stiles awake and stay on the line in case something happens, alright?"

"OK." Theo sighed before Stiles looked up at him yet again just as his phone died, making him curse internally.

"T-Theo? I-I just wanna g-go home..." Stiles whimpered, moving his hand towards the beam in his left side, wrapping his fingers around it, and trying to pull it out.

"Stiles, don't do that." Theo insisted, pulling the now blood covered fingers off the beam. "You could bleed out if you pull that out." Stiles' eyes filled with tears to which the chimaera sighed, looking the human right in the eyes. "Look, your Dad is gonna get here any second with a ambulance, and they'll get you out of here and to a hospital in no time."

"H-home."

"Sorry, but you need a hospital." Theo insisted just as the sirens started blaring in the distance. "It's gonna be OK."

"W-where did Donovan's b-body go?" Stiles asked, his lip quivering, and when Theo turned around, any evidence of Donovan's death was completely gone.

The blood, the Mercury, even the body.

"I don't know." Theo admitted, knowing even the Dread Doctors wouldn't be stealing bodies, especially the failures.

T-Theo? Cannnn I takeee a napppp?" Stiles slurred out as his eyes started drooping.

"No, Stiles. You can't sleep. The ambulance will literally be here in a few seconds." Theo insisted, tapping his cheek to wake him back up just as the paramedics came in, followed by a few firefighters and finally, the Sheriff.

Theo moved away from the scene, barley taking in his blood covered clothes before pulling out his IPhone, texting Scott about what had happened.

"D-Dad?" Stiles asked with teary eyes, searching for a familiar face after he saw firefighters and paramedics rushing around him, trying to get him out from under all the beams.

Noah could barely believe the sight in front of him. Blood splattered all over the hardwood floors, a destroyed metal scaffolding completely destroyed, and his 18 year old son in the middle of it.

With permission from the paramedics, he kneeled down beside his son's right side and gently picked up his hand, holding it close.

"It's gonna be OK, Stiles." Noah insisted while a blanket was placed over his son's top half before the female paramedic who did it kneeled beside his left side.

"Stiles. My name is Annie, and I need you to answer a few questions if possible, alright?" She asked gently, and he responded by nodding slowly. "Are you nauseous?"

Stiles nodded very slowly as she wrote a few things down on her chart, before asking again.

"Do you have any head pain?"

"Y-yes."

"Can you feel your legs?"

"Y-yeah, my left o-one really hurts."

"Alright. They're gonna finish getting the beams off, and then we'll get you to a hospital." Annie told him, gently moving towards the large beam currently in the teen's side to try and slow the bleeding.

"D-dad?" Stiles whimpered, feeling the beams being removed from his lower half, igniting the worst pain he had ever felt and making it rush up and down his veins, and he had felt a lot of pain before.

"Yeah?"

"D-Donovan..."

"Donovan was here?" Noah demanded, immediately getting so mad he could feel the smoke come out of ears.

"I-I said that?" The human spoke, confusion lacing his voice while his father went from angry to very worried.

"How close are we to getting him out?" The sheriff asked, still holding his son's hand, and his son was grasping it for dear life.

"Two more beams and then they have to cut as much as the one that impaled him as much as possible." Annie explained as she finished bandaging as much as the wound as possible.

"Go faster." Noah demanded before he looked down to see his son's eyes roll into the back of his head and he started yelling while harshly tapping his son's cheek. "Stiles! Wake up!"

Stiles' eyes opened a few minutes later while they were cutting the beam, letting Noah let out a sigh of relief.

"I-I'm thirsty and-" he cut himself off with a yawn. "Tired."

"I know, kiddo. You need to just stay awake till the paramedics say otherwise, OK?"

"O-ok." Stiles stuttered as they finished cutting as much as the beam as possible.

"OK, we are gonna lift you onto the gurney, but you're gonna be on your right side, alright?" Annie asked and the teen nodded before the paramedics gently lifted the 18 year old, who very visibly winced, strapping him on and rushing him out of the building with his dad getting ready to get in the car before seeing a frightened Theo behind one of the bookcases, sliding a phone back into his pocket.

"Hey. Theo, right?" He asked, approaching the 18 year old slowly, seeing his blood splattered clothes that he knew it was mostly, if not all Stiles' blood.

Theo nodded, still very freaked out about what had happened, even if Stiles hated him, that was the worst thing he had seen since working with the Dread Doctors, and he had seen a lot of twisted things.

"Do you need a ride home?"

"I was actually hoping if I could go with you to the hospital to make sure Stiles is OK."

"It's pretty late. Your parents are gonna be worried if we don't get you home." Noah explained to the teen. "Besides, I know your house is on the way, and tomorrow is Saturday, so you can probably visit when hours start."

"You sure? Stiles might need you before I get home." Theo asked quietly.

"Positive. Besides, the surgery could take awhile and I'm just gonna drop you off." The sheriff told him, placing a hand on his back as he lead him to the cruiser.

Theo climbed in the passenger seat, tightening his seatbelt before Noah got in on the other side, buckling the seatbelt, shutting the door and driving towards the hospital.

"Hey, kid? I know tonight was long and stressful, but I'm gonna need a eye witness statement when I or a coworkers files this case, cause I know I most likely won't be able to get anything out of Stiles."

"I was studying for my AP Biology test, and I used my all hours pass that all the seniors get when I heard the door bang open and I saw Stiles run in and hide behind a bookcase, so I hid behind one as well, cause I didn't wanna get caught by whoever was tailing him, and I heard Donovan come in and say a bunch of things to get on Stiles' nerves about you, before going upstairs. I saw Stiles try and make a run for it before he was grabbed and screamed, and I heard him hit him with something metal before climbing up the scaffolding. I heard Donovan say something really disturbing, saying he wasn't gonna kill Stiles, but eat his legs..." Theo trailed off, not knowing what the humans' dad knew.

"Don't worry, kid. I know a lot about the supernatural, including the fact you're a werewolf."

"I think he was a windigo. They basically are Australian cannibal werewolves, who constantly thirst for human blood. Anyway, I saw Stiles try and get to the top while kicking at him but I saw him grab his left leg, and he screamed. They have teeth in their hands, so that's probably why he screamed, but he must've pulled the peg at the top that held most of it together, and he grabbed the top and hung while Donovan still had his leg. They both fell and Donovan got stabbed through the stomach. I heard him choke up blood and stop breathing before the rest of the scaffolding fell on Stiles, and that's when I let him know I was there."

"Thank you for being honest, Theo. I'll leave out the whole Windigo thing." Noah explained as he pulled into the driveway of Theo's house, putting on the emergency brake. "Do you need me to come in with you and explain?"

"No, thank you, sir. I can handle it. Go be with Stiles." Theo insisted as he got out of the car and came around to the open driver's window.

"Get some sleep. You're welcome to check on him tomorrow." Noah told him before rolling up the window and driving to the hospital before Theo went into his house, changed into his pajamas, brushed his teeth, and got in bed, thinking to himself as he pulled the bloody wrench from his jacket pocket, examining the blood and mercury on it.

'I did what I had to do.'

Meanwhile, Noah had just pulled into the hospital parking lot, and came into the entrance, before heading to the front desk.

"Hello, Sheriff." The receptionist smiled, turning away from her computer. "How can I help you?"

"My son was brought here about two hours ago. Can I ask for a update and where I am supposed to go?"

"Sure. Patient's name?" She asked, going back to her computer.

"Mieczyslaw Stilinski. Age 18."

"How do you spell that?" She asked, slightly chuckling. "Sorry, I just started working here and I have not heard that name before."

"M-I-E-C-Z-Y-S-L-A-W." He sounded out slowly as she typed it in before quickly typing Stilinski off of the name tag attached to the man's uniform before responding.

"Yes, he's still in surgery, but should be out very soon. I sent three other people upstairs to the second floor operation room where he is, but the waiting room up there."

"I see. Thank you."

"No problem, sheriff." The receptionist smiled before returning to her work while Noah got in the elevator, clicking the second floor button and leaning against the wall, tapping his foot before the short elevator ride ended and he exited, speed walking towards the waiting room before seeing the sight in front of him.

Scott was sitting still, head in his hands in the chair. Lydia had fallen asleep on Scott's lap and Maila was biting her claws with her fangs and pacing back and forth, eyes glued to the door.

Noah gently came over, sitting Maila down beside him and calmed her down enough so she would stop wolfing out.

"Maila. It's gonna be OK. You too, Scott." He pointed out the clear self guilt on the 18 year old teen he had practically raised for a bit when his parents were officially divorcing.

"I could've stayed with him. I should've stayed with him. I shouldn't have just left him when his jeep is basically on it's last leg."

"We both should've stayed with him." Maila told him. "I left him since he had fallen asleep while doing research, so if you think about it, we're both to blame."

"Maila, you are really bad at pep talks. Also, even if either of you had the ability to fly, you couldn't have prevented that."

Scott nodded, starting to doze off with Lydia still asleep on him while Noah pulled Maila closer, feeling her starting to drift off against his chest, and soon enough, the room was filled with three teenagers lightly snoring, and a very worried father, praying he hadn't been feeding Theo, Maila, Scott and even himself lies about his son's wellbeing.

...

Melissa came in behind the nurses who was taking Stiles to his room in the ICU, when he came in to see Lydia asleep on her son's lap, him being asleep as well, Maila pulled close to the sheriff, asleep like the others, and Noah sleeping with his head against the wall.

She gently shook Noah's shoulder, trying to wake up her best friend, who did wake up with a snort.

"How's Stiles?" He immediately asked as she explained what happened to the teen who was like a second child.

"It was touch and go for awhile in there, but luckily, the full damage isn't terrible. He has several dissolving stitches in his left side where the pole got him, as well as a couple stitches in his left shoulder and right calf where Donovan grabbed him, as well as a broken left tibia and a mild concussion. For what happened, he's lucky his back or neck didn't snap on impact. He's in the ICU for observation purposes, but should be in a private room by tomorrow if he is OK during the night. Only family is allowed to be in there with him until he is moved, so all three of them need to go home."

Noah shook his head before speaking, looking fondly at the three teens.

"I think of Scott as a son, Maila is dating my son and has been living in my house, and Lydia has been through thick and thin with Stiles. I'd hate to kick her out. If they wanna go home at some point in the night, they will, but I don't think that'll happen."

Melissa nodded as Noah stood up, gently leaning Maila up against the wall before following the female doctor to the ICU where she lead him into the room where the nurses had just finished reconnecting the human to all the medical equipment as he held his hand, whispering.

"Oh, Mieczyslaw... How do you get yourself into these situations?"