I lied, I think this took about as long or longer than it took to get chapter 7 up. Sorry.
"Oh my god, Scott!" The group was all by Scott's side in a moment Deaton working furiously on Scott's wounds.
"Melissa!" Deaton exclaimed "I need some of the WolfsBane that was used." The vet demanded seeing as Scott didn't have much time.
Melissa and the others searched desperately around on the wood floor, Steph just standing confused in her doorway.
"Got it!" Jackson shouted and let a large handful of purple dust fall from his hand and into Deaton's waiting ones.
Deaton kneeled over Scott's unconscious form Derek and Melissa at his side, Derek turned to his pack his eyes flashing their brilliant red and he snarl "Get out!" he practically roared causing the wolves to scramble for the door while Lydia and Jackson walked as calmly as they could manage from the room.
Allison was hesitant, eyes filled with tears staring down at her dying boyfriend before she too turned and walked out the door placing a gentle hand on Steph's shoulder and forcing her to come with.
Steph, the events of the night finally catching up to her and the adrenaline fading quickly from her veins, looked up at the brunette girl guiding her down her own stairs. She glanced back trying to get a look at her brother once more but only found the white door shut and blood colored black leaking underneath the door.
Scott's blood.
"What's happening?" She gasped out voice quiet at they slowly descended the light oak stairs, they turned and walked through the dining room before stopping in the living room. Issac Erica and Boyd were huddled together on the long couch, barely taking up space with their huddled position leaving more than enough space for Allison and Steph to sit.
Steph sat by the arm and Allison next to her, like a wall between the young girl and the group of werewolves on the other side.
Stiles sat by the wall, Back against the plaster and knees drawn up slightly so he could rest his elbows upon the spots for support. His hand were tangled in his dark brown hair and his head downcast, the occasional drip of liquid falling from his chin andd landing on his dark hoodie.
Lydia and Jackson took up the recliner, Lydia sitting atop Jackson and snuggled into the male's chest.
"What's happening?" Steph repeated getting the other's attention.
The huddle of wolves ignored the girl completely and just continued to sit, pressed up against each other like the scared pups they were.
Jackson and Lydia shared empathetic glances at eachother but remained silent, While Stiles faught away the oncoming panic attack leaving only Allison to answer.
The brunette turned to the young girl with a soft smiel that didn't quite meet her dark eyes "Steph," She began gaining the panicked teen's attention "Steph, there are things out there. Paranormal and supernatural things, and your brother is one of them." she eased hoping her soft tone and connection with both Steph and Scott would help sooth her.
Instead Steph shook her head wildly, refusing to believe what Allison was telling her. It couldn't be, it couldn't.
"No," she tried to scream and shout and throw an all out fit but the soft slender arms that circled arround her kept her from doing anything of the sort "No no no no no." she continued to repeat it like a mantra.
"You're lying," she hissed at her brother's girlfriend "You're a liar!" she shouted struggling against Allison soothing embrace but instead the older girl tightened her hug.
"I know, I know," she urged "I know it's hard to believe and I know you don't want to believe it. I didn't either, but it's true." She whispered urgently begging the girl to try and accept the truth.
Steph melted into her arms, her own limbs circling around Allison's torso and squeezing her head now buried in the crook of her neck "Scott," she breathed choking on tears "No." she whimpered and Allison pulled the young girl onto her lap and let her cry and break and sob.
"Stiles," Lydia whispered noticed that the teen's breath had picked up and his hand pulled at his hair, his entire form trembling, "Stiles." She repeated louder. Her and Jackson jumped from the chair they sat on and ran to the teen's side, taking notice of Allison concerned gaze and the way the wolves seemed to stare at Stiles.
"Breathe." Lydia demanding almost panicking herself "Come on Stiles, You need to breathe!" she screamed.
Jackson's hands were on the shorter male's shoulders and he had manage to get Stiles to look at him, his face soaked in still falling tears.
"Stiles, breathe dammit!" Jackson shouted, voice tight and demanding "You're no use to Scott if you're down here freaking out, so take a deep breathe god dammit and calm the fuck down!"
Jackson calls and demands were followed by Stiles taking in a wheezing breathe, than another and another until slowly his body stopped shaking and he let himself fall against the wall limping, taking in deep breath after deep breath.
"That's it Stalinski, there ya go." Jackson soothed as the teen he used to bully relentlessly calmed down and took in several breaths, his panic attack ebbing away until he could breath normally again.
"You scared the crap out of us." Lydia breathed, her own breath coming in short gasps. The room fell into a panicked silence after that, the own sound being heavy breathing and Steph's harsh sobs.
The silence went on for a while, no one having anything to say in the situation so they all heard it loud and clear when door creaked open from up stairs.
No one dared to move, in fear it was just their imagination. Then footsteps echoed in the small hallway, resonating down into the room they all sat in. The footsteps continued to the stairs and through the dining room until Derek was standing in entrance to the living room a look of anger concern and fear planted on his usually stoic features.
"Derek?" Allison asked weakly, not wanting to startle the still crying teen in her arms "Is he okay?" she questioned, and the room was again was shrouded in silence waiting desperately for an answer.
No one like it when it came.
"I don't know."
I didn't proof read this, I apologize for my mistakes that I do not plan on ever fixing, you're welcome.