So sorry, this chapter would have been up way earlier today if it wasn't for the all day Guy Code marathon on MTV that kept distracting me. Sometimes I just wanna marry Chris…

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Stiles sat across from Ms. Morell in the tight spaced guidance counselor's office as he anxiously restrung the mesh on his lacrosse stick, "You know when you're drowning, you don't actually inhale until right before you blackout." Stiles explained to the guidance counselor, who stared intently at the teen sitting in front of her. "It's called voluntary apnea. It's like no matter how much you're freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won't open your mouth until you feel like your head's exploding. Then when you finally do let it in, that's when it stops hurting. It's not scary anymore, it's- it's actually kind of peaceful."

"Are you saying you hope Matt felt some peace in his last moments?" Ms. Morell asked Stiles, who had yet to look up at the guidance counselor

"I don't feel sorry for him." Stiles quickly argued back, biting on a piece of his lacrosse netting that was stuck.

"Can you feel sorry for the nine year old Matt who drowned?"

"Just because a bunch of dumb ass, drunk teenagers dragged him into a pool when he couldn't swim doesn't really give him the right to go off killing them one by one." Stiles took a slight pause before he spoke up again. "And for the record, my dad told me they found a bunch of pictures of Skyler on Matt's computer." Stiles informed, before taking a breath and continuing, "Not just of her though, I mean he photo-shopped himself into these pictures. Stuff like them holding hands and kissing, like he had built this whole fake relationship with my girlfriend. So yeah, maybe drowning when he was nine years old was what set him off the rails, but the dude was definitely riding the crazy train."

"One positive came out of this though, right?" Ms. Morell asked, trying to lighten the boy up by mentioning his father's recent offer to get his job back as the Sheriff.

"Yeah, I still feel like there's something wrong between us though. I don't know, it's just like tension when we talk, same thing with Scott." Stiles sighed, looking like he wanted to say more but not knowing completely what to say.

"What about Skyler?" Ms. Morell asked, bringing up the exact topic he was silently praying she would forget about. "How is she after all this? Has she been released from the hospital yet?"

Stiles closed his eyes tightly as memories from that night came flooding into his brain at full speed.

"Skyler? Sky, wake up! Come on, Sky, don't do this to me!" Stiles exclaimed as tears leaked out of his eyes and down the sides of his face. He hated this feeling of helplessness. His dad was chained to a wall, Scott's mom was locked in a cell, and his girlfriend was bleeding to death on a couch while he just lay on the floor and couldn't do anything. Maybe if he was more powerful he could actually do something. Maybe if he was more like Scott he could save his girlfriend.

"No, but hopefully soon." Stiles said, looking down at his lacrosse stick as he gulped nervously.

"Have you talked to her since then?" Ms. Morell asked, ignoring the clear signs that Stiles didn't want to talk about it.

"Not really. I stayed in the hospital with her when she was unconscious, but when she finally woke up she was just…different." Stiles sighed sadly, a faraway look in his eyes.

"Derek? Derek you gotta do something to speed the healing process, please." Stiles begged, moving his eyes to look at Derek who lay next to him.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Derek grunted out as he pierced his claws into his legs, making blood pour out; hopefully with venom with it.

Only a few minutes after Derek regained feeling in his legs and Stiles could successfully wiggle his toes, all the lights in the building went out; plummeting the station into darkness. Before he could even blink the sound of multiple guns going off and glass breaking rang throughout the station, before Scott hurriedly ran into the room.

"Take them!" Derek yelled to Scott as he slowly sat up.

"Skyler! Get Skyler!" Stiles argued as Scott reached for him. Scott quickly yet carefully gathered his unconscious sister into his arms before lifting Stiles and propping him onto his back before running out of the room and down the hall, Jackson fresh on his heels. "He's gone, Jackson's gone." Stiles told him. Scott gently sat Stiles down and lay his sister down next to him.

"Okay, I'm going to get your dad and my mom and we're getting out of here."

"No! Scott you have to get Skyler out of here, now! Take her to your mom, she'll help her!" Stiles exclaimed. Scott nodded before lifting Skyler back into his arms, looking down at her for a second with sorrow filled eyes. If his sister died it'd be all his fault.

"Scott hasn't been talking with Allison but that might be more her choice." Stiles quickly changed subjects before Ms. Morell could ask more about Skyler, "Her mom dying hit her pretty hard but I guess it brought her and her dad closer. Jackson? Jackson hasn't really been himself lately. Actually the funny thing is, as of right now, Lydia seems like she's the most normal."

"But what about you Stiles?" Ms. Morell asked, watching as his hands shakily messed with the stitching on his lacrosse stick, "Feeling some anxiety for the championship game tomorrow?"

Stiles had the net inside of his mouth as he looked at her with a blank look, "Why would you ask me that?" He looked down at the net and took it out of his mouth, "Oh, but no, I never actually play. But hey, since one of my teammates is dead and another one's missing, who knows, right?" Stiles joked, even though it really wasn't funny at all.

"You mean Isaac?" Ms. Morell asked, nodding her head slightly, "One of the three run-a-ways. You haven't heard from them, have you?" She asked, almost accusing him.

"How come you're not taking any notes on this?" Stiles asked, noticing that she was just staring at him as she quizzed him on all the events that occurred nearly two weeks ago.

"I do my notes after the session." She explained.

"Your memory's that good?"

"How about we get back to you?" Ms. Morell changed subjects. Stiles froze for a second, the faraway look returning to his eyes. "Stiles?" Mr. Morell pressed.

"Stay here, okay?" Scott told Stiles, who rolled his eyes and asked where else he'd go.

"Oh God! Skyler!? Skyler, baby?" The twins' mom exclaimed when she saw her son enter the room with her daughter in his arms.

"Scott, set her down! If you jostle her too much it'll make her bleed faster." Mr. Stilinski informed, making Scott gently drop to the ground to lay her down. A crash from down the hall alerted Scott and he quickly ran out of the room to go see what had happened.

Mr. Stilinski roughly pulled on the cuffs attaching him to the wall so he could get to Skyler. Finally after a few minutes and cheers from Melissa McCall, the ex-Sheriff finally freed himself from the wall.

"Look out!" Melissa suddenly screamed, seeing Matt come up behind Mr. Stilinski. Stiles had dragged himself into the room just in time to see Matt hit his dad upside the head with a pistol, sending the man to the ground unconscious.

Stiles could do nothing but lay and watch helplessly.

"Me? I'm fine," he lied easily, "Yeah, aside from the not sleeping, the jumpiness, the constant, overwhelming fear that something terrible is about to happen."

"It's called hyper vigilance," Ms. Morell explained, "the persistent feeling of being under threat."

"It's not just a feeling though. It's- it's like a panic attack. It's like I can't breathe." He admitted.

"Like you're drowning?" She asked.

"Yeah,"

"So, if you're drowning, and you're trying to keep your mouth closed until that very last moment, what if you choose to not open your mouth? To not let the water hit?"

"You do anyway, it's a reflex." Stiles elaborated, confused as to what she was getting at.

"But if you hold off, until that reflex kicks in, you have more time, right?"

"Not much time." He argued back.

"But more time to fight your way to the surface?"

"I guess," he shrugged.

"More time to be rescued."

"More time to be in agonizing pain." Stiles shot back, "Did you forget about the part where you feel like your head's exploding?"

"If it's about surviving, isn't a little agony worth it?"

"But what if it gets worse later? What if it's agony now, and it's just hell later on?" Stiles asked, looking up at her with torn eyes.

"Then think about something Winston Churchill once said: 'If you're going through hell, keep going'."

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"Scott! Scott, hurry up she's losing a lot of blood, man." Stiles said urgently as they gathered around my unmoving body. Scott reached out to pick me up but hesitated for a minute, not going unnoticed by Stiles. "What? What is it, Scott?"

"Oh God, Skyler baby." Our mother sobbed, bringing her hands up to her mouth to stifle her cries.

"It's…it's her heartbeat…I can't hear it." Scott said in shock.

"No." Mom sobbed out, sagging down to the ground as gasped out with her sobs.

"No. No. She's not dead, she can't die, Scott. This is- this is Skyler we're talking about, man. She can't die." Stiles exclaimed as tears pooled in his eyes and rolled down his face.

"I-I don't know what to do." Scott admitted, feeling defeated.

"Deaton." Stiles suddenly said, "Take her to Deaton."

"Your boss? What could he possibly do?" Mom cried out hysterically.

"He's a vet, Stiles! He deals with werewolves and animals, not gunshot wounds! How the hell will he know what to do?!" Scott yelled angrily, tears of his own leaking down his face as he ignored moms heartbreaking cries. He was scared of losing me. After everything life has thrown at us, he'd be dammed before he let anything take me away from him.

"I don't know, okay?! Something is just telling me that we need to take her to Deaton! It's all we've got right now!" Stiles yelled back in a broken voice.

"Okay." Scott sighed, gathering me into his arms and racing out of the police station towards Stiles' baby blue jeep, Stiles and our mom in tow.

Mom got in the front and Scott drove while Stiles sat in the back with me lying in his arms as he murmured to me. "You can't leave me, Skyler. You just can't. You're going to make it, okay? We're going to fix this; we're going to make it all better. I promise." He swore to me, as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead, his salty tears rolling from his face onto my own.

"Deaton!" Scott called out as they raced into the vet's office. Deaton must have known we were coming though, because he stood in front of his desk ready.

"Bring her back here." He said urgently, leading them to the examination room, where multiple beakers and bottles were already out, ready for Deaton to use on me.

"What is this? What's going on?" Mom asked confused.

"Mom, I'm sorry you're finding everything out like this, but right now you just have to trust us. He's our only chance at getting Skyler back." Scott pleaded, making mom nod her head as more tears sprung from her eyes.

Stiles gently lay me down across the table and Deaton wasted no time getting to work. "Are any of you familiar with the Latin word 'incantatrix'? Deaton asked, as he cut my shirt, revealing the bloody wound.

"Incantatrix?" Scott asked confused.

"It's Latin, meaning witch or enchantress." Deaton informed calmly, dripping different liquids into my wound.

"Why are you telling us this?" Stiles asked, never taking his eyes off of me.

"Are you aware of your family history, Melissa?" Deaton asked, addressing my mother for the first time.

"I-I don't know." She stuttered, still trying to justify all of this.

"Your mother is a witch, Melissa. You come from a long line of witches. In fact, the Blackwood's are known to be the longest line of witches." Deaton informed.

"How come mom isn't a witch?" Scott asked confused.

"She has never died. If someone comes from a line of witchcraft, such as Skyler, they must die in order to be exposed to their witchcraft genes. They must die in order to be brought back a witch."

"A-are you saying that Skyler is going to be a witch?" Stiles asked, looking up at Deaton for the first time before looking back down at me.

Deaton looked up and made eye contact with the three faces in the room, "That's exactly what I'm saying."

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That was two weeks ago. Two weeks ago I died. One week ago I woke up and found out I was destined to be a witch.

Everything was kind of fuzzy, I remember waking up and feeling something warm on my left hand. I remember trying to lift it, as my eyes started fluttering open, but something was weighing it down. I blinked away the fuzziness and realized that I was in the hospital for what felt like the hundredth time. "Stiles?" I muttered, looking over and seeing him sleeping in the uncomfortable hospital chair, his head lying on the hospital bed I was lying in and his hand holding onto mine tightly. The minute I muttered his name his head snapped up, looking wildly around the room before he finally realized I had said his name. "Skyler? Oh my God, you're awake." He breathed out a sigh of relief as his face slightly scrunched and tears immediately pooled in his eyes. "What happened?" I had questioned confused. At the time I still couldn't really remember much. "You- you don't remember?" He asked, concern covering his features. I shook my head 'no' as the door opened, revealing my very relieved brother and my very worried mother. The next hour was spent with them questioning me on how I was, what I needed, if I was in pain, and what I remembered. Then it was my turn to do the questioning, to which I found out that Matt had succeeded in killing me, making the three of them take me to Deaton's who proceed to heal me, but not before he informed them that I would indeed become a witch. I had also found out that mom knew everything. She knew Scott was a werewolf and she knew that I was now a witch.

Since finding all that out last week I had done nothing but sit in the hospital bed and stare at the wall in front me. I had tried watching TV to distract the morbid thoughts that swam through my head, but quickly gave up on that when the only things on were Vampire Diaries, Practical Magic, and Charmed. God sure does have a sense of humor, doesn't he?

Scott and Stiles had gone back to school, but Stiles would come by in the mornings and after school until they kicked him out at night. Scott sometimes stayed later since he was family and since mom worked here, but for the most part he would go home when Stiles did. I don't blame him, though. I didn't speak to either of them when they were in here, not even Stiles. They'd talk to me, though, but after a while they both gave up. Stiles still told me he loved me every time he left, though. But I couldn't even bare to look at him, let alone say anything to him.

It's not that I wanted to ignore them, I really didn't. But I knew if I tried talking to them, or if I even looked at them, I'd break down. I want to be strong, I really do, but I don't know how to handle this. How am I supposed to be a witch? What does that even mean? Is my nose going to bleed continuously every time I cast a spell like Bonnie's does on Vampire Diaries? Am I going to have a specific power like the sisters on Charmed? And if I'm a witch does that mean there are demons I'll have to vanquish? Right now the only thing I'm going off of is primetime television shows.

"Hey, babe." Stiles greeted as he walked into my hospital room, breaking me out of my thoughts. "Sorry I couldn't stop by this morning, I had an appointment with Ms. Morell. Gotta love therapy sessions, right?" He said sarcastically, hoping to get a reaction out of me, but all I did was stare forward. "Right." He sighed, looking down sadly. "I can't stay long, since the game's tonight we have an early meeting. But good news, I get to play! I wish you could be there, but I understand that you can't leave. Well, I should go. I love you, Skyler." He said, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth before sadly walking out.

"I love you, too." I whispered as the door closed.

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"It's going to be bad, isn't it?" I heard Stiles ask. I looked around my room but I was alone. "Like, people running around screaming, bodies everywhere kind of bad?" Stiles continued. "I'm scared, Scott." He admitted, I slowly stood up as I realized the voice was inside my head. I could literally hear Stiles in my head. "I felt so helpless seeing my dad chained up like that, lying on the ground unconscious. And then Skyler; Skyler literally died, Scott. And I couldn't do anything to save her. I-I'm not like you; I don't have super healing and super speed. I can't do the things you can do." Stiles said sadly.

"It's okay." I heard Scott assure Stiles. I can hear Scott too? I pulled the IV's out of my arm and took off the unflattering hospital gown, before throwing on the jeans and hoodie my mom and brought in for when I can finally go home.

"We're losing, Scott." Stiles said sadly, and that was the last I heard from him before I snuck out of the hospital and made my way to the game.

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I arrived at the game just in time to see Isaac knock someone on our team down, injuring him bad enough to make the EMT's take him out on the stretcher. "Lahey! What the hell are you doing?!" Finstock yelled angrily, gripping tightly onto his clipboard. Isaac turned around and gave him an innocent shrug before smirking and racing back onto the field.

"Skyler? Skyler what in world are you doing here?!" I heard my mom exclaim, I looked up to see her and Sheriff Stilinski staring at me worriedly.
"I'm fine, mom." I said, trying to ease her stress as I sat between her and Stiles dad.

"How did you get out? Why did you get out?" My mom asked me.

"Stiles playing." I said simply, a small smile on my face.

"The minute, and I mean minute this game is over you are going straight back to the hospital, you hear me?" My mom demanded.

"Yes, mom." I laughed.

Mom, Sheriff Stilinski, and I watched as Stiles ended up with the ball multiple times, and every time got trample unmercifully. "He's just warming up." I said out loud, trying to re-assure us all. Right as the other team got the ball back, Jackson slammed into Isaac, sending him flying to the ground. "Oh god." I muttered, watching as Scott leaned down to Isaac's level. Mom quickly got up and ran down to Scott. The two quickly talked to each other and Scott looked up at me. I gave him a small smile and he nodded in return.

"Everything okay?" I asked mom when she sat back down.

"Yeah." She nodded, looking straight at the field.

Not much time passed before someone threw the ball and everyone looked around on the field to see where it had gone. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed, realizing the ball was right as Stiles feet. "Oh no." Sheriff groaned, hiding his eyes as Stiles picked up the ball and ran with it. The other team realized he had the ball and quickly ran after him, making Stiles scream out as he ran. Everyone in the crowd was screaming at him to shoot it as he stood in front of the net and the other team advanced on him. "Shoot it, Stiles!" I suddenly screamed, standing up in my seat. Stiles eyes met mine for a split second before he turned and aimed the ball at the net. Everyone screamed and cheered as the ball went in smoothly.

"He did it! He made a point!" Sheriff screamed happily, jumping up and hugging me. I winced slightly, making him quickly pull away. I looked back at the field to see Stiles staring up at me with a huge smile. 'I love you' I mouthed to him, sending him a soft smile. His face lit up and he nodded at me, before running back to huddle with the team.

After Stiles made the first goal he didn't stop. Three shots later the game was tied. The stands were so quiet with anticipation you could literally hear a pen drop. I looked up to see there were only thirty seconds left on the clock, and I when I looked back at the field Stiles had the ball and was sprinting to the side. "Come on, Stiles! You can do it!" I screamed, right before he chucked the ball into the goal. The entire stands erupted into cheers as the buzzer sounded and Stiles made the game winning goal. Everyone raced down the bleachers and onto the field to celebrate. The minute my feet hit the field I was running towards Stiles, who I saw running towards me. Without a second thought I flung myself into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and burying my face into the crook of his neck. "I love you. I love you so much." I cried, clinging onto him for dear life, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Ssh, hey Skyler don't be sorry. Don't be sorry." He soothed, setting me gently on the ground before taking my face in his hands, "I love you, okay?" He said, before pressing his lips to mine. As we both got lost in the kiss we didn't even notice the lights going off, sending the field into complete and utter darkness. We didn't notice the screams of the crowd change from joy to terror. We also didn't notice the two hunters who grabbed us, putting a cloth over our face before we both fell into darkness.

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