AN: My Beau-Wannabe has made the decision to watch Teen Wolf with me during December, while helping me study to retake the SATs. I do want to apologize, my whole heart has not been in these past few chapters and I've been going out of my head, so I am sorry. Hopefully, everything calms down again because even my regular writing (personal writing?...other people's essays?...whatever you want to call it) has been severely slacking and I feel I owe to you guys for sticking with it and me. So thanks, hopefully we'll get past this bump and my writing will be decent again.

anon: I'm not alone on the Allison/Jordan ship. I still don't know how it happened.

When I was younger my mom used to tell me that when you loved someone, you'd know it. That you would fall into a routine and no matter how far away they go or how long they're gone for, once they come back and you're reunited again you both fall into that same routine. When I was first told the story I always thought she meant we'd live by a schedule, like get up at 7 and go to work and at 12 meet for lunch at the same restaurant. As I grew older, I saw what she meant in better light as I watched her interact with my father. It wasn't a scheduled routine it was things you'd do together. Like the way they cooked dinner, or fought, or slept, or made decisions. When they died, I realized how important that would be to me, to have a life where the person I loved always fell into a 'synchronized step' with me. That they would cook dinner with me and flirt with me and go out with me and sleep with me a certain way and it would always just be the same. Not the same food or places or words or directions or anything just…the way, the way we did it.

With Stiles, it was always like that. We always had out 'routine', our way of doing things and I always loved it. I loved knowing that we would always do those things that way. So it scared me, to see the way Stiles so easily fell into that sort of comfort with his old pack, with Derek, even. The two came out of the house long after Scott did. Jordan and I sit, talking about the hunters. Jordan had tried to do some research off of the names I had sent her the day Stiles woke up. She didn't find much but a friend of hers had run into the Mitch hunter sometime back. The friend remembered and knew it was the same hunter because he had tried to recruit him but he was long over that hunting stuff. Jordan told me about what she had found when she looked him up. He was born in a small town in Nevada and he lived in the West for a while until his baby sister had gotten sick and died, then his family moved quickly to the East coast, where some members drop off the face of the Earth and others move away. Mitch's brother, Steven, had been with him in New York the year that they had attacked them too, he had lived in New York, where he resided temporarily before moving a few weeks after the hunt fell through.

Scott came out and pulled Jefferson from Issac, continuing the play-fight with the three wolves. Aleysha and Dominic were really wrestling, both trying to prove the other wrong. Erica is sitting on Boyd's lap while talking with Karen and David. Andre sat with Jackson, who talked to the older man. Scott was pinning Jefferson who growls up at him when his phone rings.

"Hello?" I glance over to the beta before turning my attention back to Jordan. "Wait, wait…" Scott pushes himself off my nephew and walks away, gaining Jefferson's concern and the other's attention. "They found what?" He licks his bottom lip and swallows. "Yeah, no…uh…we've all been here. Are you sure?" He glances to me and Stiles walks out with Derek in tow. "Alright, alright, head over. I'll see you when you get here, bye." He hangs up and stares at his phone for a while.

"Who was that?" Stiles asks, gaining his old friends attention.

"Allison. Her dad and one of his collegues found two dead bodies…Chris says it looks like a wolf did it." Stiles bites his lip and his eyes dart to Jordan who straightens slightly.

"Are they sure? How did they find them?" Stiles questions. "There's no way they know, right? How do we know it wasn't the back up that what's his face called in for and they made it look like a wolf?" I narrow my eyes and look to him, wondering what exactly he's thinking.

"Allison said they're pretty certain and we don't even know if that was legit." Scott says and Stiles licks his lip nodding. "she's coming over though, you can talk about it then." Stiles nods before making his way over to Jordan. She ducks down to whisper in his ear.

"I don't think so." He hisses back to her, making me wonder what they were keeping from me, from us. I grab his shoulder gently and he looks up to me.

"What's going on?" He shakes his head.

"I'm not sure yet, we'll talk to Allison and figure it out." He smiles at me and I frown back, knowing he's hiding something from me. He glances down.

"What were you guys talking about, anyway?" He asks and I look towards Jordan.

"Moving the pups." I lie and realize whatever he's keeping from me is fine because I can't let him know that the hunters are the same ones from New York, I don't want to scare him. Like I told Jordan, what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Those hunters are gone anyway, the ones coming have nothing to do with anything.

Back To Normal POV:

Allison arrives only an hour or so later and they all go inside. Stiles can't help but examine how much of a pack the two groups look like, they don't even look like two groups. Allison greets him with a hug and a quick 'nice to see you again'. He smiles at her and sits next to Brett, resting his head on his husband's shoulder who smiles widely, glad they're okay.

"So, what exactly did you guys find?" Erica asks, crossing her arms and frowning.

"I wasn't there. My dad said that he saw two bodies when he was out with another hunter, talking about rights to the land and they both agreed a wolf did it. We didn't think it was you guys but the hunter had been told that there was another pack in town."

"No, it wasn't our pack. What did the bodies look like?" Aleysha asks.

"It was a man and a female."

"You don't think they were Mitch's, do you? The last two?" Everyone looks to Scott and then Derek looks towards Brett.

"It could be." Derek says. "But that wouldn't make any sense." Stiles stands up, quickly. "Stiles?"

"I just…I need a minute." He walks quickly out of the room and this time Brett follows him to the bathroom, where Stiles collapses to his knees and vomits. Brett's heart pounds in his chest as he hears murmurs from the betas, Allison, Derek and Jordan.

"Fuck, babe." He cusses, rubbing his hands over Stiles back, frowning at him. Stiles pulls away and wipes at his mouth.

"I didn't wanna worry you." Stiles mutters and Brett sighs, shaking his head.

"This is when you take that a step too far. You aren't okay. Also, I'm allowed to worry about you, just like you're allowed to worry about me." Brett says back, leaning against the sink. Stiles looks up to him with tears in his eyes and Brett's lips part, as he begins to struggle with his breathing. He slips to sit by his husband who inhales shakily, raising his ringed hand.

"This is the first time you used these. I…I didn't want it to be for nothing. I don't know." Stiles rubs at his eyes before looking back to his lover, who stares at him, knowing. "I thought I was getting better. I wanna have kids, our own and expand our pack. I wanna travel the world. I wanna work at your lawfirm and hate it. I wanna be a trophy husband. I wanna spend everyday with you doing nothing. I want to stay here."

"I know." Stiles smiles shakily and Brett rubs a thumb over his cheek, cupping his face. "This is your home Stiles. Me and the pack are your family. Having your family where your home is…that's the best thing that could ever happen to you. Do you remember when I proposed to you?" Stiles let out a small laugh.

"Yeah, after I did but you stuttered over every other word and the pack laughed at you." Brett smiles back nodding. "You promised me that you'd do anything to make me happy, swore up and down you'd never leave me, you said…" Stiles chokes on the words and Brett wipes away a tear.

"I said that no matter what, no matter how much pain we go through, no matter the fear or the anxiety or the fights, we would make it through death and back and still be together. We would stand together and everyday would be like the first, everyday I'm falling in love with you over and over again. And while you point out imperfections I see nothing but perfections." Stiles leans forward and rests his head on his husbands shoulder. "If that means moving here forever, if that means watching you die every year…So be it. As long as you stay with me, as long as you love me." Stiles nods and cuts him off real quick.

"You're not allowed to die on me though." Brett chuckles and nuzzles Stiles hair.

"You aren't dying, I won't let you. We'll get through this. We'll figure it out." He says, and Stiles closes his eyes against his husband who listens to the unsteady heartbeat. "You were getting better, don't show me." Stiles nods, he thought he was too.

"I knew you'd save me." Stiles says, pulling away to lick at his lips "That's our thing. We take turns saving each other. You get attacked by an Omega and I patch you up, I get poisoned and you find a cure." Brett swallows at the look on Stiles face and feels like he's suffocating all over again.

"Is this the moment we talk about it?" Stiles inhales deeply and continues.

"One day we won't be there Brett, I'll be too injured to patch you up or you won't find a cure in time. And this…thing we have between us, this always making it, even if it's at the last minute, like when you and Dom were kidnapped by witches. We have this stupid mindset that we're always going to save the other, that we're never gonna lose the other, but look at our life, B, one day, we're gonna…" Brett looks down and Stiles pushes his face up with a palm to the chin, tears in his eyes. "we can't have this mindset."

"Why not? Why can't we just stop? Pretend, be blissfully ignorant like the rest of the world." Stiles shakes his head.

"Because that's not who we are. We protect those blissfully ignorant people and the life we live is one we both love. If we didn't…you'd be a lawyer, we'd get a divorce because all you'd do is work. I can't live like that. I like running around with werewolves, I like kicking Jeff and seeing him growl at me but knowing I'm safe. We can't pretend anymore babe, we just can't."

"I just don't wanna lose you." Brett chokes, Stiles purses his lips and closes his eyes. "Stiles?" Stiles looks at him and tries to hold back tears, blinking for a second.

"I know but I can't…I can't say you won't this time. I was…I was okay, I'm not anymore Brett. Maybe, maybe the antidote is temporary, make this isn't something you can cure just put off a few days or weeks." Brett puts a hand over his eyes, pushing at them, trying to get a grip on his feelings. He shakes his head and Stiles runs a hand through his hair, trying his best to hold back tears. "Brett, I'm sorry." Brett ducks his head and kisses him.

"Don't apologize, we'll try and we'll try until we can't. There has to be something, there has to be a reason." He whispers when they pull away. "I don't know what I'll do without you." Stiles grips Brett's face between his thumb and finger, pulling it away to meet his eyes.

"You'll stay here, our betas need them. You'll keep our betas safe and you'll move on. Okay? Look at me, promise me you'll continue….you'll be the Alpha we know you are, you'll have the pack we have maybe better."

"I won't promise that until I have to." Stiles pleads with his eyes. "I don't…I can't admit I'm losing you when I'm not yet." Brett ducks his head, both men closing their eyes and he nods. "I'll do it though, I promise. But you have to promise you'll do the same if something were to happen to me ever."

"You know I will." Stiles says, wrapping his arms around his husband. Brett refuses to believe this is the end, even as he's pressed against his love who tells him to believe it. The two sit there and Brett listens to the quiet panic from downstairs. Jordan and Derek try to calm the pups, Karen tries to calm her husband while she keeps a tight grip on herself. Aleysha's crying because Jefferson's crying which makes Scott and Issac panic. Brett closes his eyes and buries his face in Stiles hair, glad his husband can calm himself in the quiet. After a few minutes of complete silence in the whole house, minutes after the pups had calmed themselves into silence Stiles spoke. "I want to look into it, all of it. I wanna figure out something, anything." Stiles pulls from him and meets his eyes. "Are you okay with that?" Brett nods.

"Yeah, just…tell me if you find anything. We know his name was Mitch and he has a brother Steve, I'll have Jordan text you his last name. You do what you have to. "Stiles smiles and kisses his husband quickly.

"Thank you." Brett nods and gives Stiles a small smile before standing and pulling the other man up. "We won't give up though," Stiles says pushing his body to Brett's. "That's not how we do things." Brett nods and kisses him.

"Good, I don't want to give up and that's a promise I'd never be able to make to you."

"I'd never make you promise something I couldn't do…" Stiles looks down. "That's why I won't make you sit around and say goodbye." Brett shakes his head, they weren't saying goodbye, not yet.

AN: Next chapter, everything falls into place. I'm so sorry.