Okay?

Steve pulled into the school parking lot, spotting Stiles' Jeep instantly as it was the only car left. He quickly pulled in to a spot behind it. He jumped out of his car and ran to the Jeep. The hood was still up; a roll of duct tape had fallen to the ground next to it. Blood splatters covered the ground towards to the right of the roll. Steve took a whiff of the surroundings before following the scent into the school.

"Two people, Stiles and someone else. Not Theo. Stiles reeked of fear, the other person was angry. Smelled like hatred. Stiles was bleeding but so was the second person. Stiles is fighting back. He might still be alive," he thought while sprinting through the school.

Steve could hear the sounds of a struggle happening around the corner. Stiles was screaming while the other person was taunting him.

"Don't worry, Stiles, I'm not going to kill you. I'm just going to eat your legs," a person said before growling.

Steve rounded the corner as Stiles yelled out. He saw him climbing the scaffolding that was left in the library overnight by the paint crew while another guy was trying to pull him down. Steve made it to the door as Stiles was yanked down a bit.

"Stiles!" Steve shouted as he tried to pull the doors open to no avail. The guy holding Stiles' legs looked over, eyes glowing white with jagged teeth. "Wendigo," Steve growled as he shifted. He noticed the card reader and reached out to swipe his student ID. As soon as the reader beeped, he heard a bang followed by a clattering of steal. Steve looked up just as one of the metal rods went through the wendigo's chest.

"Stiles," Steve said running up. Blood erupted from the impaled guy's mouth. Stiles was frozen on the scaffolding looking at the guy. "Stiles, you're okay." Steve added reassuring him. He slowed from a run to a walk as he sensed Stiles's panic.

Stiles looked at Steve and then returned his gaze to the guy, slowly stepping off the scaffolding. The guy began to groan, his heartbeat slowing rapidly. Stiles grabbed the rod and gently tried to pull it out. The guy began to growl before falling limp. Mercury oozed out of his mouth, while his eyes stared blankly ahead.

Stiles's breaths quickened as he stared at the body. "Stiles, you're okay," Steve repeated stepping a bit closer. Stiles shook his head, his eyes starting to water, before moving towards the librarian's desk. He grabbed the phone and pressed three buttons.

"911, what's your emergency?" a woman's voice came over the phone. Stiles remained silent other than his deep breaths. "911, please state your emergency." Stiles didn't speak. "You've reached 911. This line is for emergencies only if you do not have an emergency please hang up."

"Want me to send a car out?" A man's voice sounded from the phone. "What's the address?"

"It's the school. Beacon Hills High," the woman answered.

"Let's see if we've got a car in the area," the man spoke before the call ended. The dial tone sounded through the phone. Stiles held the phone for a few second before his shaking hands hung up.

"Stiles?" Steve reached out to touch him, but Stiles flinched away. He looked at the body once again before turning to leave. Steve started to follow him. Stiles paused to put a book in the doorway, but turned back to the body when a phone started to vibrate. He slowly moved towards the body. His hands shook as he reached into the pockets and removed a phone. He ignored the call. Stiles stood there for a moment, looking back up to the guy's bloodied face. "Stiles, let's go," Steve said calmly holding the door open. Stiles walked backwards, not taking his eyes off the body until he was halfway to the door.

Stiles ran out of the library and kept running until he was at his Jeep. Steve followed closely. Stiles began to work on his Jeep as soon as he got to the open hood. "Stiles, let me take you home," Steve stated, still calm. Stiles ignored him as he continued to work. "Stiles." Sparks popped from the battery and Stiles went to close the hood with a grunt before running to the driver's side door. Steve opened the passenger side and climbed in. Stiles briefly glanced over as he went to start the Jeep. The Jeep roared to life.

Stiles' breath slowed a bit as he put his hands on the wheel, but it picked up again once he saw his blood-stained hand. He began to tap the wheel with his thumb and ran a hand through his hair trying to slow his breaths. A siren wailed nearby. "Stiles," Steve said a little louder. Stiles looked over, his eyes widened when he noticed the siren. He turned back to the wheel taking a few deep breaths before flipping off the lights and throwing the car in reverse and pulling in between a dumpster and Steve's Camaro.

He turned the engine off as the officer's truck pulled up in front of the school. The officer stepped out and looked around the school before making his way inside.

"No. No. No," Stiles whispered still breathing heavily. Steve turned towards him as the boy shook his head. Stiles looked up at the rearview mirror for a second before quickly averting his eyes back to his hand that were still resting on the wheel.

"Stiles, it's okay," Steve stated, his voice dropping down to barely a whisper. Stiles grip on the wheel tightened as he continued to look forward. The officer stepped out of the school and Stiles instinctively sunk down in his seat. Steve heard a voice from the officer's radio, but he was too focused on Stiles to make out what was said.

Stiles looked down and flipped his radio on. "Dispatch, I'm 1097 and there's no one here," the officer outside the school called in, "it's a 653."

"Roger that, prank call. Return to your patrol," the female 911 operator answered.

Stiles looked up at where the officer was standing. "What?" he breathed. His panic started to build again and he let out a shaky breath as the officer pulled away.

He opened his door and ran out back to the school. "Stiles, wait!" Steve shouted trying to pull himself out of the car. He caught up with him at the library doors. Steve followed him in and froze right behind him. The library was clean. All the rods were leaning against the scaffolding. The body was gone. The blood and mercury that had poured onto the floor had also disappeared. Stiles started to walk forward, stopping where the impaled body stood. He looked at the rods before reaching out to touch one. His finger came back reddened with fresh blood. Stiles stared at his hand then turned back at Steve, who stood, there bewildered by the disappearance of the body.

Stiles ran back out the door to his Jeep. Steve got in next to him as Stiles' shaking hand struggled to put the keys in the ignition. "Stiles, please let me give you a ride home," Steve begged gently touching Stiles' hand. Stiles looked over and paused for a few moments before nodding slightly and opening the Jeep's door. They got in the car next to them and left the school. Steve drove around the town for a few minutes.

"Where—where are we going?" Stiles whispered, his voice hoarse.

"I don't know where you live," Steve admitted. Stiles pointed to the right and Steve followed his lead.

The rest of the car ride was silent as Stiles continued to point out the directions to his house. Steve pulled over in front of the house. Stiles stayed in the car for a few moments staring at his hand while Steve looked over towards him. Stiles suddenly jerked realizing they were at his house, nodded at Steve, and then got out. "I can't leave him alone like this." Steve turned his car off and got out as well. Stiles looked back briefly before heading into his house. Leaving the door open behind him.

Steve followed him up the steps towards his room. Stiles was riffling through his drawers gathering clothes and then grabbed a towel. He turned towards Steve and opened his mouth before he held up the contents in his shaking hands. "Okay," Steve nodded.

Steve heard the water start to run in the bathroom down the hall. Steve stepped out of the room and headed downstairs to grab a glass of water. He listened to the sounds of the house while filling the cup. The sheriff, who Steve now assumed was Stiles's dad, was upstairs snoring in one of the bedrooms. Steve looked over at the clock and saw that it was almost three. Stiles's dad was either used to him coming home late, or he was incredibly tired. Probably a combination of the two considering all that has happened over the past few days.

The shower was still running when Steve set the empty glass down. He heard Stiles scrubbing vigorously to remove the blood from his hands. "And the feeling of death from his whole body." He heard gasps as the boy tried to hold himself together every now and then letting a small sob escape. Steve returned to the room and his eyes went towards a clear board standing in the center. It had red string connecting various pictures and clippings. Masked Killers, Theo Raeken, and Tracy Stewert were also written on the board but were not connected to anything.

Steve pulled up the desk chair that was behind him and waited for Stiles to finish with his shower. About an hour later, the water turned off. He could here Stiles breathing heavily still. His breathing would slow for a moment or two before something reminded him of the night and it resumed the accelerated pace. The sink had been turned on and Steve could here water being splashed against Stiles's face. Another hour passed by before Stiles returned to his room in fresh clothes.

Stiles saw Steve and nodded before making his way to his bed. He sat on the edge with his head resting in his hands, every now and then his hand would run through his hair. He tried to focus on his breathing, and got the same effect he did in the bathroom. "Stiles, you're alright now. You're safe." Steve said softly after a few minutes.

"No," he whispered in response shaking his head in his hands. "It's not alright." Steve barely made out the last part.

"Stiles," Steve said moving to sit beside him on the bed. He reached out to touch his arm. "It was an acci—" Black tendrils shot up his forearm as soon as he made contact with Stiles' arm. His hand jerked back before he decided to return it. Stiles' breathing had slowed slightly, either because of the lessened pain or from the contact of another person.

"You're going to be okay," Stiles shot up and went to the board grabbing the white pencil. He started to breathe harder again. The pencil tapped against the board leaving a mark before Stiles started to write.

Donovan Not Dead. Walked Out. Stiles stepped to the opposite side of the room, sniffling and starting to cover his face. Steve figured Donovan was the name of the guy in the library. Steve stood and moved towards the window, peeking around the curtain. If the wendigo-chimera was still alive Steve would be here to protect Stiles from him.

Stiles moved back to the board, causing Steve to focus his attention to the room. Donovan is Dead. He underlined the word dead twice. His breathing slowed again. He stepped back and looked at the thoughts for a moment before going to write something else. Someone took the body. Stiles held his breath. Rereading what he had written on the board and shaking his head. Tears were starting to form in his eyes. Steve went to comfort him but Stiles quickly grabbed the eraser and started to roughly rub away the first two lines. The pencil wasn't coming off completely and Stiles half sobbed and half grunted in frustration before throwing the eraser at the board with a shout. Stiles rubbed his head before leaning against the board.

Steve stepped forward placed his hand on Stiles' left shoulder, "It's okay, Stiles." Stiles just shook his head against the board lightly punching it. Stiles straightened and reached up to massage his right shoulder black veins sprouted up Steve's arm again. Stiles' phone started to vibrate causing them both to jump and separate.

Stiles looked down at it for moment trying to slow his breathing. He answered the phone and took a breath. "Hey, Scott?" he got out.

"Stiles, someone's taking the bodies," Scott replied from the other side. Stiles froze. He opened his mouth and looked at Steve terrified. "Stiles, ya there?"

"Yeah, um, yeah. Where. What are you talking about?" he stuttered.

"I'm at the animal clinic with Kira. Tracy's body is gone. The lock on the door was broken from the outside. My mom told me that Lucas' body is missing from the morgue. They're searching the whole hospital for it. Someone's stealing the bodies." Scott explained.

"Oh, okay," Stiles said a bit dazed before letting out a sigh of relief.

"I just wanted to let you know. Sorry for the late call. Get some sleep." The call ended.

"You didn't tell him about Donovan," Steve stated.

"No," Stiles breathed.

"You have to tell him."

"I will," Stiles replied quietly. "I will. Soon." Stiles turned towards Steve, "Don't tell him."

"I won't. I promise." Stiles sighed and sat on his bed. He rubbed his shoulder again and winced. "What happened to your shoulder?" Steve asked watching.

"I don't know. It felt like Donovan bit me. But it was with his hand."

"Can I see?" Steve asked gently. Stiles turned around and carefully pulled his shirt up reveling a jagged circular that surrounded a section of missing skin on his shoulder blade. "Do you have any first aid supplies?"

"Yeah, in the bathroom," Stiles said lowering his shirt and facing Steve again.

Steve nodded and then headed out the room, returning a few seconds later with some gauze, tape, and an antiseptic pad. "I'll try to make this relatively painless," Steve said as he sat next to Stiles.

Stiles nodded and turned his back towards him, lifting his shirt again. Steve took the gauze and went to absorb some of the blood, placing his other hand on Stiles' back to take the pain. Stiles winced slightly at the first contact, but then relaxed as the black veins crawled up Steve's arm. After a few dabs, he gently wiped the wound with the antiseptic pad before taping two pieces of overlapping gauze over the wound.

"All set," Steve said taking his hand off Stiles' back.

"Thanks," Stiles whispered as he lowered his shirt.

Steve started to stand. "It's no big deal."

"For being here tonight," Stiles added

Steve nodded slightly before crouching down to Stiles' level and placing a hand on his good shoulder. "You're okay now," he paused for a moment, "Get some sleep. I'll come by tomorrow and give you a ride to your Jeep."

Stiles nodded in reply as he moved to lay down on his bed. Steve went to the door, looking back as he reached for the light. Stiles nodded back at him and Steve flipped the switch off and headed toward his car. He sat there for a few moments listening to the sounds in the house until her heard Stiles' light snores join the sheriffs.

A/N:

This fic isn't a Stiles/OC fic, so it won't be heading in that direction, if you were wondering. Stiles is one of my favorite characters of the show (the other two being Lydia and Allison).