Guilty. Guilty guilty guilty. That was the only word to describe how Aria was feeling. She had no defense for when she told Derek, she was a werewolf now and could have easily fought Issac off. So, she pleads guilty. Aria sits on her bed when Issac leaves, closing her eyes and feeling like the worst human (?) being ever. Aria hears footsteps and glances up to see Scott in her doorway. My stars, she was getting sick of all these guys.

She picks herself up quickly, "Hey." She says softly.

"You're back." Scott smiles from ear to ear, "How's it going for you?"

Aria shrugs, "I don't really feel any different-" Her heart jumps, "It's a lot different, actually." She revises.

"You'll get used to it, if I know anything about you, it's that you know how to adapt." Scott sits next to her on her bed, "I saw that Issac came down only a few short minutes ago."

"Mhm." Aria says in a guilty tone.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No way." Aria turns to him, "How's Stiles been doing? He won't tell me anything."

Scott looks down at his hands then at Aria, "He's been getting worse. He went to the hospital a while ago, my Mom had to sedate him because he wasn't getting any sleep. I found him outside of his room - and just.. the look he gave me.."

"Why wouldn't he tell me?"

"You worry enough about everything else, Aria. With you being a werewolf now, would you have been able to handle Stiles going to a hospital on top of all of that?" Scott asks her.

Aria looks away from him, "I would have came home. I would have helped him."

Scott puts a hand on her knee, "You can help him. You can help him by being here."

Aria offers Scott a smile, "Thanks, Scott."

"No problem."

Aria wakes up that night due to someone shoving her continuously. She opens her eyes to see Issac and Scott. She throws herself up against her headboard, her heart racing. "What are you guys doing in here?" She asks.

"Stiles, he's gone missing." Issac answers.

Aria quickly gets out of bed, grabbing her Doctor Who TARDIS robe and sliding it on. "What are you talking about?" Aria asks as she walks to Stiles's room, "See he's right in here-" She starts as she throws open the door to reveal his room empty. "What the hell?" His bed didn't even look slept in. There was a board with lines of red yarn on every photo. Every inch there was red yarn. "What the hell is this?" She asks, lightly tapping on one of the strings.

"That's what we were trying to tell you." Scott says, "Go and get dressed. Your dad already sent out patrol units."

"Wait. Why didn't my dad wake me up and tell me?" Aria asks.

"He probably didn't want to freak you out." Issac says, "Figured you had enough on your plate."

Aria scoffs, walking back to her room, "Hold on." She calls as she shuts the door. She quickly slides into a pair of skinny jeans, a t-shirt, and a cardigan. She walks back out, "Okay, so where is he?"

"That's why we need your help, we don't actually know." Scott admits sheepishly, "We have Lydia on it..she'll be over here in a little bit, see if she can do anything."

Aria sighs, scratching her head, "So basically, we're all sitting around waiting."

"Yes." Scott and Issac say in unison.

Aria rolls her eyes, going down the staircase with Issac and Scott on her heels. She grabs her car keys. "Well, I'm not going to sit around and wait."

"Wait! Aria!" Issac starts.

Aria whirls around, "What? Do you want me to sit around helpless while my brother is god knows where? We need to help him. Sitting around staring at each other and cracking jokes isn't going to help him. We have to split up. Issac, go get Allison and start looking. Scott, try to find the twins and get them on top of this."

"And where are you going?" Scott asks.

"Don't worry about me." Aria says, unlocking her car, "Just go."

Issac and Scott don't push the issue. Scott jumps onto his motorbike and Issac gets into his car. They both drive away as Aria climbs into her car. She thinks for a moment. She then sets the car in drive.

She pulls up in front of the graveyard gates. She frowns at the locked fence. She climbs up the bars hesitantly, hopping the pointy spikes at the top. She anticipates her collapsing on the raw earth when she drops, but she lands on her feet. She takes out her cellphone, seeing a new text from Lydia.

Aiden and I are at your house, where are you?

Aria quickly texts her back, looking around, make sure you lock up. She tucks her phone into her back pocket and starts walking around the graveyard. Graveyards were annoying to Aria, they didn't go in chronological order, so basically she was wandering around for a good twenty minutes until she found who she was looking for.

Claudia Stilinski.

Aria glances around, "Stiles?" She calls out, "Stiles?" Going to her mother's grave had been a last ditch effort. She thought maybe Stiles would have been drawn here. Or whatever was in Stiles would be drawn here. "Damn it." She murmurs. She takes out her cellphone, texting Scott, anything?

He doesn't respond and she works her way back to her car.

"We found him, he's set up to get an MRI." Her Dad explains, his hands on her shoulders, "You look like you're freezing, go home, it's all under control here."

Aria looks up at him, "You're lying to me." She proclaims. She'd heard the skip in his heart.

Her Dad sighs, scratching the back of his neck, "Aria, I'm really stressed out. I'm losing both of my kids and I can't stop it. I'm under a lot of stress to keep this family together."

Aria looks away from him, biting the inside of her cheek, "Look, Dad, let me talk to him before he gets the MRI-"

"Aria-"

"Please."

Her Dad doesn't stop her when she pushes her way into the room. She see's Stiles sitting there, his legs dangling. He doesn't look up at her presence. She takes a few steps closer to him and lightly touches his shoulder. He turns around, his eyes haunted.

"Hey there." Aria says softly.

Stiles offers her a small smile, "I'm worse than we thought. I don't know where I've been."

Aria rubs his shoulder, "That's okay, Stiles. Don't worry about that, worry about getting better."

"They didn't tell you, did they? About the nogitsune?"

Aria swallows hard, "No, no they didn't." Aria was fairly familiar with Japanese culture, seeing as it was one of the places she'd gone to when she'd escaped Beacon Hills.

"Well, I might have one inside of me. I don't know how much longer I can fight it, Aria.." Stiles admits brokenly, "I can feel it, in my head, swimming around, looking for an opening.."

"Hey, hey, don't say that." Aria says, tears flooding her green eyes, "We're going to get you better. Scott, Lydia, Derek, Issac, Allison, and I. We're going to help you. I promise."

Stiles's eyes flood with tears as well, "I hate it when you cry."

"Me too." Aria admits, choking on a sob.

"And I just got you back." Stiles says with a sad smile, furiously wiping the tears off his cheeks, "I love you, okay, Aria? I know we fight a lot, and we're really disfunctional, but I love you. So much."

"Damn it, Stiles." Aria hugs him, furiously crying on his shoulder, "I love you too, don't forget that, don't let this thing win, okay? You're strong, you're a fighter, us Stilinski's, we're fighters." She releases him to place her hands on his cheeks, "Don't you dare forget that, and don't for a second stop fighting." She lightly kisses his forehead, "I love you."

He furiously hugs her again and when he lets go, she leaves. She walks past her Dad, who doesn't bother consoling her because she's past that point. She walks out of the hospital, hot tears running down her cheeks. She glances up to see Derek with some Asian girl and Scott. Scott runs past her into the hospital.

"Hey." Derek says, saying it so softly it was as if she were glass and ready to break at the slightest touch. "Hey." He repeats, running up to her when she almost collapses to the ground in her agony. He hugs her, pulling her tight to him. "Shh, shhh, it'll be all right."

Aria hiccups, "Stiles, Stiles.." She begins but she can't finish, she's choking on her tears. "Will it always feel this bad?" She asks. When she lost her mother, she cried a bunch, all the time. Yet it was nothing compared to how hard she was crying right now at the meer thought of losing Stiles.

The Asian girl holds up a kleenex for Aria, "You look like you need this." She says. Aria happily takes the kleenex, escaping Derek's arms, wiping her tears furiously with the kleenex. "Kira, by the way."

Aria nods, "Thank you." She hiccups, "Aria."

Scott came out then, jogging to meet them, "Guys, we have a problem."