Me: HEYA! This chapter is going to be confusing at first so please bear with me.
Stiles: She's not kidding.
Me: No I'm not.
Disclaimer Here → I don't even know if I believe…
3rd Person POV
****A Few Months Earlier****
Everything was black, there was no sound, no movement, no feeling. Just... nothingness. But then suddenly, everything came back. All at once. A scream erupted, from where though? Who was screaming? Boiling water seeped into her body, into her bones. Burning and putting her back together piece by piece. It went into her mouth, down her throat, into her lungs. The water entered through the wound in her stomach, even as it healed. Green liquid entered her bloodstream, her brain, her muscles, even her hair. Eyes snapped open, a deadly green even as she surfaced the water. The scream died off and she looked around, her eyes returning to a brown color but with a greenish tint in the back. There were people around her, people she didn't know. Or did she? She couldn't remember who she was, but it was slowly coming back.
Her name, Allison? That sounded right, Allison Argent. She was, how old was she? Seventeen or was she eighteen? What day was it, what month? Hell what year was it? A few more memories crept into her mind, her death the number one. Eyes widening even more she looked around, noticing that she was in her favorite clothes. They were dripping wet and the color was faded, but it was still her favorite clothes. A purple dress, black combat boots, and an off-white leather jacket. There was a silver dagger in her boot, she could feel it pressing against her leg, and an arrow up her sleeve. Good, now she could get out of here.
Leaping out of the pool, the water a deathly green, she pulled out the dagger and stabbed the first man in the neck. All around her the people, who were they?, pulled out weapons and began attacking her. Moving on autopilot she fought them off, killing and maiming them as she went. Her silver dagger was soon stained with blood, the arrow in her sleeve was now in someone's eye. Jumping out of the window, into the darkness below, she finally felt free.
****Around A Week or So Later****
Crouched on the rooftop of a building, one of the first cities she had found, Allison watched the people below. She had been following them for weeks, watching them fight off their enemies. People called them the Outlaws; Arsenal and Redhood. Fighting off crime, or more accurately killing, effectively. The black and gold mask on her face protected her identity, not that most people would connect the late Allison Argent to her. Even if it was true that she was Allison Argent, no one would think to look into it. The pack might try to find out who was using the identity of their late friend however. There was no way she'd let them know, no way that she could ever go back.
"We know you're watching us. You've made quite a name for yourself, Quiver," Arsenal called up, "Why don't you come down."
One eyebrow raising, she knew that Redhood used to be a batkid and Arsenal had been Green Arrow's protege, she jumped off of the building and landed next to them. Her outfit was a simple one, there was no way she could constantly where the clothes she was buried in, a black corset with lace trimming that fell beyond her hips and ended on her upper-thighs. Black leather pants clad her legs, easy to move in and also extremely flattering on her finger. She wore the same black combat boots she had been buried in though, surprisingly not worn through yet. Weapons were hidden along her body. Black arm guards that doubled as a place to hold the smaller weapons covered her forearms, one was also an assassin's blade. Chains were connected to her hips by a belt, easily used as a whip. A quiver of arrows were on her back and the bow was tightly held in her grip.
"So, I'm guessing GA was your mentor? Though you could be a batkid considering how many weapons you have on you? Oh, is that an assassin's blade? Roy I need to get one," Redhood said.
"No you don't Jason," Arsenal replied with a low growl.
"Did you just call me down here to argue?" Allison demanded, silently making a reminder to herself that their names were Roy and Jason.
"No, we called you here to make an offer. You've got skills, talents, abilities. We know about your stint with the werewolf pack, we know you're a hunter. In fact we know your friends."
"Leave them out of this!"
"Don't get your panties in a twist," Jason muttered, crossing his arms, "You wanna be part of the Outlaws. Once you're in we become your family and this family will watch your back."
It was a good offer. Not to mention she wouldn't be solo anymore. They also wouldn't judge her for killing, unlike all the other superheroes she had (briefly) met. Narrowing her eyes she silently judged them. It seemed they were truthful, even if she couldn't see their own eyes, and from what she had seen they were as close (if not closer) than family.
"Alright, I'll join you."
****PRESENT****
*********TWDCF*********
This plan was insane. It wouldn't be long, they knew, for all the mercenaries and hunters to come after them. Might as well be on their own terms. If this plan worked, and it should, then the hunters will either leave them alone or they would (and this was only if it was a last resort) die. Stiles was hoping beyond hope that it didn't happen and had a backup plan that Barry would come in as the Flash if need be.
"Only if you have too. If they can catch your smell, and smell lingers, they'll figure out who you are soon enough," Stiles told him.
"Where are you going to be?" Barry demanded, tapping his fingers quickly and impatiently on the table.
"I'm helping Lydia. She might be a banshee but she has next to no control over her powers. I have no powers. We are the only two that would be a… liability." The word tasted bitter on his tongue. "There. They won't go after me since I'm not on the list, but I need to protect Lydia in case a hunter goes after her."
"Alright. But call me or Ollie, or heck even Roy if you need anything."
"You're the only one that might get here in time Barry. But I won't need it, they're not going to come to the lake house if the plan works."
Stiles shifted, hoping that Barry wouldn't call him out. He was nowhere near the level he wanted to be, or needed to be in his mind. That would only be when he could beat Oliver and Laurel, which wouldn't be anytime soon. Sighing softly he ran a hand through his hair. Right now the brothers were standing outside of the soundproof room that Lydia was inside of. His phone buzzed and he pulled it out.
From: Alpha Scotty
911
Grimacing Stiles looked at his brother. Looks like it was time for Barry to go in as backup. His brother nodded silently, leaving in a flash of lightning. Hands shaking slightly Stiles looked back at the soundproof room. If anything happened in there he wouldn't know about it, though there was no other way into the room but through the door. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and entered the room.
Lydia was on her knees, staring at something behind the record player. Confused Stiles closed the door behind him, moving closer to where Lydia was. It seemed like she hadn't noticed he had entered the room. Joining her by the wall Stiles noticed what she was looking at. A wire, that was plugged into the wall but wasn't attached to anything else. Without warning she punched the wall, startling Stiles.
"Lydia!" Stiles exclaimed, rushing to her side.
Except, there was a hole in the wall; drywall, plaster, and paint dusted the carpet floor. Eyes widening in shock Stiles helped Lydia pull the wall apart. The dust spread and covered their clothes with a thin white layer. Slowly the whole grew and grew, showing more and more of what was behind it. Gigantic computer data bases were hidden behind the wall, all on, all sending out some sort of information.
"We have to turn them off," Lydia said.
"Unplug it?" Stiles suggested, finding the end of the plug and yanking on it.
Immediately the machines whirred to a stop, the lights fading. Had it worked? Was it over? Only time would tell. His phone buzzed and he immediately pulled it out. Lydia looked over his shoulder to see what it was about.
From: Lightning Strike
It's over.
There was also another text.
From: Sourwolf
Pack meeting, my loft.
The two teenagers looked at each other. A pack meeting, now? Immediately after the whole fiasco with the mercenary hunters. There could only be one reason for it. Derek had figured it out. Sighing softly he put his phone back in his pocket.
"Need a ride?" Stiles asked, all he got was a nod.
*********TWDCF********
It was a tight lipped ask, order, for him to meet them at Derek's loft. Judging by the lack of directions or address the adult beta werewolf had figured out who he was. At first he considered just not going, but Stiles trusted them. He trusted Stiles. That was good enough for now.
So he met them there, waiting in the main room. The same room that he saw Eobard Thawne across the street, the same one that he took Stiles from to keep him safe. It was surprising just how much had happened in this room, between him and his younger brother, despite how little time he has spent in Beacon Hills.
They trickled in, one by one. Stiles and Lydia were surprisingly one of the first ones there, with Malia and Kira the last. Once everyone was there, except one Peter Hale but that wasn't exactly surprising, Derek gave him a knowing look. Sighing softly Barry hooked his thumbs under the cowl and pulled it backwards and off. He glanced up at a surprised Derek, who stepped back.
"I don't think he's likes us," Derek said.
"Then what is he?" Lydia asked.
"I'm sorry but I have no idea."
"But you knew about Jackson and Kira," Scott replied.
Derek gave Scott a disbelieving look, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. Watching his brother more than the others, Barry saw his brother move over to the older werewolf. One of his brother's hands touched Derek's bicep in an almost comforting gesture.
"Well, this is a little out of my experience," Derek replied almost harshly.
It seemed that Stiles held Derek back from saying anything harsher. They were cute together. Barry approved of them, not that he'd tell anyone that unless they asked him. Besides he was sure if he said something someone would, quite literally, bite his head off. Best to stay quiet. Except to explain what he was.
"I'm human," Barry informed them.
"No human can do that," Malia growled.
"Like no human should be able to manipulate mountain ash?" Stiles snarked.
"Only humans can manipulate mountain ash," Lydia reminded him.
"Well, the scientific term is actually meta-human or meta for short. The particle accelerator explosion mixed with a lightning bolt and chemicals actually created me. Totally scientific explanation for me, and probably you too. Don't have any werewolves in Central as far as I know. Or in Star," Barry cut in before an argument could start.
"You mean there's more of you?!" Scott exclaimed.
"Umm, there's at least one other speedster that I know of. But yeah there's more Meta's. Firestorm and Ghost are the only good ones I know of."
"Ghost wasn't at first. But she was kinda possessed… and dead," Stiles wrinkled his nose.
Judging by the disbelieving looks at Stiles it seemed that they didn't believe him. However Barry was sure that there were videos somewhere, possibly youtube, of Ghost's attacks. Maybe Stiles would show them later. Quietly thinking Barry wondered who else out there were metahumans or if any of them were good. Then again, what exactly determined good and evil?
~Barry, why are you at Beacon Hills? Tell Stiles hi from me~ Cisco said through the comm, startling him out of his thoughts.
"Who was that?" Malia demanded, her eyes glowing blue.
"Heeeeey Cisco," Barry said, shifting, "There was kinda an issue and a minor freakout. But it's okay now. I'll be back soon."
~Now~ Caitlin's voice came over, ~Cold made an appearance again. He's calling for you~
His heart skipped a beat and he bit his lip. Was he ready for this? Yes. Did he want to confront Cold? Not really. However if he was calling out for the Flash (hopefully just the Flash and not Barry Allen, that would bring up too many questions) it would look weird if he didn't. Glancing over at the others, the werewolves all looking at him with narrowed eyes and Stiles with understanding, Barry flashed out of there. The speedforce greeted him like an old friend, urging him along. Soon he was in front of Cold, inside of a jewelry shop with the workers frozen.
"See you got my call. Been getting my notes?" Snart leaned against the glass box holding a diamond necklace. A small flush crept up his neck.
~What notes? Barry…~
Without really thinking Barry turned off the comm, cutting Caitlin off. He was soooo going to get an earful from them later. There was no doubt about that. Maybe even a full on lecture about why he should never turn his comm off in the middle of a mission.
"I have." Did his voice sound strangled?
A predatory grin crossed Snart's face and Barry shivered. However he kept up the best poker face of his life, which didn't say much. There was a reason he never played poker. Snart gestured at his cowl with his freeze gun, but Barry didn't move. It wasn't a threatening move.
"They listening in?" Snart asked, demanded more like.
"No, turned it off," Barry replied.
"Really? So we're all alone?"
"Uh." Barry swallowed. That could either mean something bad or… "What about the cameras?"
"Shut off. Not that difficult."
"I imagine."
No one knew what was going in here. The thought scared Barry a bit. Yet Snart had never actually harmed him before. Never hits that could kill him or seriously injure him. Slow him down sure, but never that bad. He couldn't help but trust Snart.
"You scared?" Snart demanded.
"Not really," Barry replied.
"Should be. I could kill you?"
"But you won't."
"A bit cliche there Red."
Later Barry would leave with a small smile on his face, the jewelry still in their cases. But Snart was not apprehended that day. If anyone asked, Barry was too slow.
******TWDCF******
Unsurprisingly Derek, Stiles, and Scott showed up in Central City the next day. If it hadn't been a three day weekend, like Barry knew it was, he would have run them back home himself. It looked like he wasn't the only one to make a move (though technically Snart had made the first move). Derek and Stiles' hands were entangled in a way only couples did. They caught him at work, the notes from Snart (including one from last night telling him to meet him at a safe house) in his hands.
"Oooh, what are those?" Stiles let go of Derek's hand and bounded over to him.
"Notes. Don't touch… Stiles!" Barry exclaimed after stuffing the notes in his pocket.
It was a bit too late, huh, for him to tell Stiles not to touch anything. Already his brother had picked up some acid (in a cup so it wasn't like it was touching his bare skin) and sniffing it. His brother's nose wrinkled and he gagged, setting it back down.
"Why do you have acid in a cup?" Scott demanded.
"Because I do. What are you guys doing here?" Barry asked, clearing the evidence folder off of his desk and setting it in a drawer.
"Do I need a reason to see my big bro?" Stiles demanded, collapsing in his usual swivel chair and spinning in lazy circles.
"When you can run at the speed of light no. But until then you do."
"Not fair."
Derek stayed quiet, standing behind Stiles' chair. Occasionally Barry would glance over to him. Cisco was supposed to be here soon and Barry desperately hoped it would be soon. Otherwise it was going to get even more awkward than it already was. Scott was just wandering around the room, nose twitching occasionally. However Stiles seemed content to spin in circles and Derek seemed no different than normal and comfortable standing near Stiles. Probably some weird werewolf protectiveness thing. Would that make them mates or something? Nope, not going there.
"Hey Barry I got the meta DNA… oh, hi?" Cisco cut off once he noticed the others in the room.
"Hey Cisco," Stiles waved.
"This is for a case and only a case. No other reason," Cisco started rambling and Barry desperately wished he would just shut up.
"We know he's the Flash," Scott said.
"How do you know that?!" Cisco demanded.
Ignoring them and taking the DNA sample from Cisco, Barry began running it through the databases. Behind him he heard a low growl and Barry turned back around, seeing Scott's red alpha eyes as he looked up at Cisco. Fear flitted across his friend's eyes before they widened with curiousity.
"Werewolves," Scott growled.
"No," Cisco looked way too happy, even as he laughed out the second no.
Sighing softly Barry handed Cisco back the DNA readout. There was a quiet thank you, the other male still in shock, as he left the room. Giving the others an exasperated look Barry crossed his arms. It would be weeks, no months, before Barry stopped hearing about how he knew werewolves. And when Caitlin caught wind of it…
"Either tell me why you're here or leave," Barry demanded.
Someone else walked into the room, someone that Barry had only met briefly. Isaac Lahey, arms crossed over his chest and looking very disgruntled. Returning to his sitting position Barry wondered when he had returned. Last he knew Isaac was in France, with Argent. Then again Argent was back in Beacon Hills. Maybe Isaac had returned with him?
"How is he going to help?" Isaac demanded.
"Can't you just trust me?" Stiles asked.
"Help with what? Stiles."
For a few minutes not a word was said. Instead Stiles and Isaac seemed to be having a staring contest, a single eyebrow risen on Isaac's side. Crossing his arms over his chest Barry settled down to wait, knowing that eventually one would crack. Scott wandered away again, occupying himself with staring at two chemicals mixing together.
"Just, watch this," Stiles said and gave Barry a look.
Sighing softly Barry got up and speed to the other side of Isaac, tapping his shoulder. The younger boy turned around before laughing a little. Blue eyes dancing with mirth. It always warmed Barry's heart at the obvious joy people got when seeing him run.
"Now will someone tell me what you need my help with?" Barry asked.
"So you know how Roy and Jay were talking about running into someone on one of their vigilante things and she joined their outcast group?" Stiles started, "Apparently that was Allison."
"But she died," Barry started before reminding himself that both Sara and Thea had come back to life, "How do you know it's her?"
"Well… Lydia is currently working on that."
"What do you need me to do?"
The four glanced at each other, each seemingly talking in their minds. It was eerily similar to Barry, but he couldn't place why. Dismissing it as something that probably had to do with Oliver and his protegees, Barry tried to decode the messages. Needless to say it didn't work.
"We aren't sure if we can trust her. If what Roy said is true she was brought back with a Lazarus pit or something," Stiles said, "Isn't that what brought back Sara?"
"Yeah… bloodlust. What do I need to do though?"
"Be there in case we need to call you suddenly."
Barry ran a hand through his hair and nodded. Of course he would be there if he needed them. However if what Stiles said was true, she had joined the Outcasts. That meant they wouldn't stay in Beacon Hills long anyways. He would check up on them tomorrow, he decided as they left. That way he could see it himself.
********TWDCF*******
The pack was sitting around in the grass, watching Allison shoot. Roy and Jason were somewhere, Stiles wasn't exactly sure where. Not that he actually wanted to know, plausible deniability and all that. If they did something Stiles didn't want to be dragged into it. Best leave them to themselves.
It was slightly worrying though, watching Allison shoot the target. Everywhere her arrows hit would kill someone, like actually make them dead. A shiver ran down his spine and he bit his lip. This wasn't the Allison he had known, not really. There was no way. But it seemed he was the only one that had noticed the change. Lydia was standing right next to Allison, Scott and Kira were completely relaxed on the log with Liam sitting next to Scott and Mason.
An arrow was released from Allison's bow, but a streak of lightning caught it before skidding to a stop. Allison lowered her arm, biting her lower lip. His brother gave a small smile, the arrow in his hand pointed straight at his forehead.
"Nice try," Barry said.
Lydia pursed her lips together, "Try the Mongolian draw."
A small smile spread across Stiles' lips, his brother returning the arrow to Allison. The newly resurrected girl accepted it quietly, returning it to her string. Following Lydia's suggestion, Allison repositioned herself and drew back her bow in the Mongolian draw. Releasing the arrow it sliced through the air and hit the dummy where a human's eye would be. Wincing slightly Stiles moved closer to Derek, who just pulled him closer.
"Hey, what are you guys doing?" Barry asked, "Is school already out?"
"Last class was cancelled, teacher got sick the period before and there were no subs," Stiles explained.
"Makes sense. So what do you think?"
His brother had lowered his voice at the question and Stiles knew that only the werewolves and himself could hear him anymore. Thinking quickly Stiles remembered talking to Allison yesterday night. She knew things only Allison could know, specific things. But at the same time it seemed that she was missing pieces of her memory, big black spots. For a while she couldn't remember where she had lived, what the name of the school was.
"I think it's her," his voice was also low, "She knows things but also seems to have missing spots in her memory."
"Oliver would know if that's common or not," Barry replied.
"So would Jason and Roy," Derek added, "Wasn't Jason revived in the pit?"
"As far as I know yeah," Stiles agreed, "But he isn't exactly forthcoming with information. Everything I know about him I've pieced together from conversations with Roy and doing my own research."
Silence reigned on the three, the other werecreatures just watching them out of the corner of their eyes. Biting down on his lip Stiles wondered if Roy would know. Those two were close, closer than just friends. They were family, even Allison was part of that family. While Stiles hadn't seen them in action he noticed the way they walked around each other, knowing where the other was going. As if any second they would need to fight. It was the same way with the Arrow Team, with Oliver and Barry, with himself and the others. Briefly he wondered just how the pack would react when they realized Allison wouldn't be staying.
A phone started to ring and Stiles watched as Barry fumbled with his pockets before pulling it out. Confusion flashed across Barry's face before he hovered his thumb over the screen. Then he pressed down on the screen and put the phone to his ear. Stiles couldn't hear anything but half of the conversation, which just confused him.
"I'll be right there… Yes I'll bring Stiles… Don't talk like he's going to die, you know him. He'll be back in it as soon as he get's out," Barry was standing slowly and Stiles watched him, what did this have to do with him, "Yes now."
A second later Stiles was pulled to his feet by his brother. One hand wrapped around his waist and he was pulled into the speed force.
********TWDCF********
Of course Oliver just had to get nicked with a poisonous sword. It wasn't like that was anything knew. And until they could get the cure (or more accurately figure out which of the many herbs that Oliver had was the cure-all herb thing) he was stuck slowly dying in the hospital. Because it wasn't too urgent, unlike how Felicity made it sound, Barry had made a detour for coffee. Which he had already finished and thrown away by the time they got here. Currently Stiles was trying to get his candy bar out of the vending machine, by shaking it. Barry was unsure if he should stop him or just let him continue.
That was around the time the vending machine started to fall over. Thankfully Stiles moved out of the way before Barry had to intervene, hands out as though he could steady it. Gravity aiding it the vending machine fell to the ground with a loud crash, Stiles looking around to see if anyone noticed. Lips twitching Barry glanced down, holding in his laughter. It didn't keep the smile from appearing on his face and he shook his head.
"What just happened?" Laurel demanded, having heard the crash.
"The vending machine fought back," Barry replied, barely holding in his laughter.
"Who won?" Oliver asked, sitting up in the bed.
"I think it was a draw. Stiles didn't get his candy but the machine fell over."
"At least he didn't loose."
Like a kicked puppy Stiles entered the room, giving Oliver a small smile when he sat down. Just as Barry suspected there wasn't any candy in Stiles hand. After a few moment's consideration he decided not to say anything. Stiles was probably embarrassed enough without him adding too it.
"Have you guys found it yet?" Stiles asked.
"Not yet," Felicity replied.
"How long?"
"I'm not going to die," Oliver growled, despite looking like death warmed over.
"Last person to say that too me did die," Stiles snapped.
Resting a hand on Stiles' shoulder Barry gave a tight squeeze. While he didn't know which friend, or possibly family member, said that to Stiles, he knew that his brother needed some sort of comfort. The look in Oliver's eyes softened, just a tad.
"You'll be fine Ollie," Laurel told him, "Diggle is getting the herb right now."
Felicity gave Barry a look, glancing towards Stiles briefly before looking towards the door. Nodding in understanding Barry made an excuse about the bathroom, which if anyone was actually in the right mindset would've realized it was all BS, before leaving the room. A couple minutes later Felicity followed and joined him across the hall from the men's bathroom.
"You wouldn't have called me if it wasn't serious," Barry said.
"I looked at the video footage, Oliver lied about what it was. It wasn't a sword. Look," Felicity handed over her tablet and played the video.
It was black and white, at first Barry didn't see Oliver. But then he fell from the rooftops of one of the buildings, literally fell. A skull covered creature, a berserker if the picture Lydia had shown him of them was correct, jumped down next to him. The claw of this creature was poisonous to humans, Barry knew this (they had warned him as Stiles was one of the only ones in the pack that could die from getting even grazed by this), even if it just grazed. From what he could tell of Oliver's wound it had penetrated his side, the edge of it yes but it hadn't gone all the way through. If there was even a hint of the bone still inside of Oliver he would die within a day, even with the herb treatment.
"Is there any bone or anything still inside him?" Barry demanded, having paused the video after seeing the Berserker.
"Other than his own you mean?" Felicity winced, "Sorry, that wasn't funny."
"Felicity! It's important. Oliver could die if there is, even with the herbs."
"I don't know. I can ask a nurse or something?"
"No, they'll ask too many questions." Barry racked his brain, Melissa? She knew about the supernatural and would ask too many questions. "We need to get Oliver out of here. Can you get him to the foundry? I can get someone here."
"Who?!" Felicity exclaimed.
"Trust me."
Felicity stared at him, before sighing softly. All he needed was a nod and he was off. Questions could be answered later. Right now he just needed to get Melissa and bring her back to Star. She knew how to keep a secret and wouldn't tell anyone their identities. Without even pausing he grabbed Melissa out of the house, after leaving a note for Scott with the briefest explanation ever, and ran her to the foundry. True to their word Oliver and the others were already there, Oliver looking worse by the minute.
"Barry! You're… how? Where are we?!" Melissa demanded.
"Questions later please. You need to help Oliver. Berserker. No time to explain. Can you make sure there is no bones in there and get them out if there are?" Barry begged.
"You will answer those questions later young man."
Barry was sure Oliver would try to kill him later, after yelling. But right now he cared more about saving his friends life. At least this way Diggle could give them the herbs the second he found them (Oliver just gave him a name and the cupboard it was in. Turns out there are more bottled herbs in there than Diggle thought) rather than going all the way back to the hospital.
The injury was gross, Melissa digging through the injury was grosser, and the bone that inevitably came out was the grossest. Unsurprisingly Felicity left the room to go vomit, Laurel was barely hanging on, and Stiles had passed out the second the injury was unwrapped. How his younger brother managed to be in a pack of werewolves was beyond him. Surely there would be worse injuries than this one and a lot more blood?
"That's all the bone," Melissa said after a long pause, her gloves covered with Oliver's blood and a few drips on her scrubs, "Now can someone tell me what is going on and why we are in what looks like the Green Arrow's Cave?"
It was around this time that Diggle showed up with the herbs. Without a word Melissa took it from him, after stripping herself of her dirty gloves and putting on new ones, before following the instructions given to her by Thea and putting the sludge on the wound. Watching it sizzle and the toxins leak out. She caught the toxins in a dark towel, keeping it from falling onto the ground. As she cleaned his wound and de-toxed it Barry gave her a quick rundown of everything.
"Berserkers," Melissa growled, "They've been causing issues in Beacon Hills."
"Dad got stabbed," Stiles whispered softly, "There was no bone thankfully. He was fine. I nearly called you but by the time I calmed down he was okay."
Barry understood, especially with all the PTSD that Stiles obviously had, that he would have been so preoccupied. However he was kinda surprised no one else in the pack called him. Instead of responding he watched Melissa take a needle and surgical string from one of the many drawers and began to stitch up his wound. Now he understood why, and how, she ended up part of the pack. While most of them healed on their own it was always a good thing to have a doctor on their side, especially if it was too much for them to heal immediately. Much like he had Caitlin actually.
"Will he be okay?" Laurel asked in a hushed tone.
"He'll make it, judging by the other injuries he's been through. If anyone can make it he will. Just keep the wound from being infected," Melissa replied, removing the gloves from her hands and throwing them in the trash before brushing some loose strands of hair from her face, "Now, will you return me and Stiles home before Scott and the Sheriff start a manhunt?"
"Yeah, sorry. Anyone got smelling salts?"
Me: So, next chapter will have like everyone in it at once. Might be a bit difficult to keep track of characters. This story is almost over, however… How would you guys feel if Stiles joined the Young Justice team? This is like a whole dimension on it's own so it'll make sense. I'm not exactly following the CW DC timeline much anyways. Not sure if I'll make a whole story off of it, probably just an epilogue.
Stiles: She just wants an excuse to have more Nightbolt scenes.
Me: Nightbolt will make an appearance in the last chapter regardless so shush.
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