The plot thickens in this chapter… I am posting this as a courtesy chapter because it has been a long time since I posted and the chapter was already done. I am so sorry for not having posted in so long. A lot has gone down in my life in the last year and not for the better at all. If I even tried to explain it to you it would be as long as the chapter, no lie. I'm hoping the hard times are over and I can finally start getting back to me. The posting won't be too regular at first because I do not have internet at home right now but I am going to try and type my ass off for you guys so that when I can get to a WiFi area or something I will at least have something to throw your way. Once again I apologize for being so late on this. I truly do have the story all planned out and mostly written I just need a place to go to post and to tighten everything up really. I hope you have not given up on this story.

Part A-Chapter 6

By the time Thursday rolls around Stiles can tell there is something wrong with him. After his visit with Derek, Stiles had gone to the grocery store to get some shopping done and to get his mind off of all things Derek Hale.

And of course about half way through his shopping he had to have a run in with Kali and Deucalion. What else would make his day complete?

Stiles sighs as he rolls his shopping cart into the next aisle. He has half of the cart already full and he's not even close to being done. Its times like these that Stiles is grateful that he said no to the bite because if he hadn't then he would have eaten his father out of house and home already.

He picks up a few things from the aisle he's currently in and then moves on as quickly as possible because he's already been in the store for an hour and he would like to get home sometime tonight.

He's not paying attention where he's going and his cart bumps into someone's hip. Stiles curses and quickly jerks the cart away from the person he hits. "Shit, I am so sorry. I must have spaced…" he trails off when he lifts his head and finally gets a good look at the person he hit.

Stiles groans and lets his head drop forward. "This day just keeps on getting better and better." He mutters sarcastically.

Kali chuckles and runs her fingers seductively along the edges of Stiles' shopping cart. Stiles is slightly creeped out so he very slowly moves the cart out of her reach. "Can I help you with something Kali?" he asks in an even voice.

Kali chuckles again and Stiles can tell she's barely containing her wolf, if at all. The wolf must be letting her switch to her human appearance because she's in public. Stiles can see the red around her irises glowing faintly and her fangs are half in half out of her gums and pushing against her lips. "There are a lot of things I would love for your young body to help me with but for right now I'll settle with you giving me some information." She answers.

Stiles rolls his eyes and grabs his cart to move past her. "What in the hell would make you think I would tell you anything?" he sneers.

Kali growls and reaches out to grip the end of his shopping cart. "You will tell me what I want to know." she's definitely barely containing the wolf now.

Still, Stiles isn't known to back down. "Why? Give me one good reason why I would tell you anything." He spits back.

Kali grins this time, fangs and all. "Because Aiden is waiting just outside of the police station with orders to kill your father if I so much as text him the go ahead." She jerks her head in the direction of the little Sit N Eat area over by the deli and walks away without another word.

Stiles grits his teeth so hard they tingle but follows her anyway because there is no way in hell he is risking his father's life for a few answers.

No sooner does he sit down that Deucalion pops out of nowhere and takes the sit across from him and right beside Kali. Kali has one clawed foot resting against his leg so he can't stand and the other wrapped around the leg of the table should Stiles try and attack her precious Alpha. Deucalion is the picture of calm though. He's practically sprawling in his seat like he has no cares in the world. Like he's trying to show Stiles that he doesn't view Stiles as a threat. Like he's mocking Stiles and his humanness.

Stiles places his hands on the table for both of them to see. "What kind of answers can I give you?" he asks.

"We would like to know what Derek and his pack are planning. Derek went missing for a week after he and Ennis had their fight and then just shows back up all healed and rearing for a fight. We want to know what he knows." Deucalion states calmly.

Stiles shrugs his shoulders. "I honestly don't know. I am not a member of Derek's pack nor am I talking to any of the members of Derek's pack. Derek paid me a visit about two hours ago asking the same thing of me. He seems to think I know what's going on with you and wanted me to tell him what I knew about you." Stiles half lies. His heart rate staying steady the entire time.

Kali and Deucalion both frown slightly at the fact that Stiles is telling the truth. "Why would Derek think you know anything about us?" Kali asks.

"Ethan and I run with the same crowd at school. Ethan's plaything Danny is a good friend of mine so we have classes together and eat lunch together. Derek thinks that because I spend so much time around Ethan that I might have picked up a few things about you guys. I tried to explain to him that Ethan is a different person at school then he is with you guys because he cannot blow his cover at school or risk exposing everyone. Derek didn't seem to believe me and warned me to stay out of everything. He said that I didn't know what I was getting myself into. Derek doesn't understand that Ethan is my friend."

Stiles knows what he's doing. He's playing the innocent naive human game. He's been around werewolf Scott long enough to learn how to control his heart, especially when lying. Kali's ears are twitching restlessly so he knows she's listening closely to his heart. He watches as she gives Deucalion a subtle nod before turning back to him. Stiles contains his smirk because he knows they believe him.

Deucalion gives a fake put upon sigh and shakes his head fondly as if he were thinking of something cute a small child had just done. "Ethan always has had a thing for humans. He wants to protect them, befriend them, and keep them safe. I've tried to tell him that humans just don't understand us werewolves but he doesn't listen to me. It's no surprise that Ethan has become a friend to you. Even though I do not like it I will allow it to continue because I know it gives him a piece of mind. Thank you for your time Stiles. We may be seeing each other again real shortly." Deucalion gives him a smile and then leaves.

Kali sits there and studies him for a moment longer before she too stands. She pivots on her feet to walk away but stops short and bends down to pick something up off the ground. She gives Stiles a smile and hands him a prescription pill box. "You must have dropped these. You need to be more careful. If someone would have found these and sold them the cops would come knocking at your door." She says before leaving herself.

Stiles looks down at the prescription pill bottle in his hand. It is his Adderall bottle. He doesn't remember grabbing it before he left the house and then realizes that it must have been in his hoodie pocket already and just didn't realize it. He rolls his eyes at himself and stuffs the pill bottle back into his pocket.

Stiles is currently sitting in the lunch room with Danny and Ethan on one side of him and Lydia and Jackson across the table from him. He is aware that he's beginning to sweat a little and his throat feels like sandpaper. He lifts his hands from his lap and holds them out in front of him. They are shaking pretty badly.

The longer he stares at his shaking hands the blurrier his vision seems to be getting. He is aware of Jackson asking him a question but as he opens his mouth to reply his throat constricts and he ends up throwing up all over the lunch table. His puke looks more like foam and he definitely knows that is not a good thing.

The noise of the cafeteria suddenly gets louder tenfold and Stiles winces as the sound reaches his ears. His body is beginning to feel heavy, just like when the Kanima paralyzed him. With the last of the strength he can feel leaving his body quickly Stiles reaches into his pocket and pulls out the pill bottle that supposed to hold his Adderall.

He tosses the bottle onto the table and says with his last conscious breath, "I think Kali poisoned my Adderall."

Stiles doesn't remember what happens next on account of losing consciousness.

~! #$%& !~

When Stiles gains consciousness he's notices two things immediately. One is that there is a bright ass light shining in his eyes and two is that he cannot feel any part of his body what-so-ever. He tries to move his head from side to side and gets nowhere. He tries to wiggle his fingers and toes and gets nowhere. He tries to draw in a deep breath and can't even feel his chest rise or fall.

Not again. He whimpers. Even though he can't feel his chest his breathing starts to pick up and his heart rackets up a few notches. He can hear machinery begin to beep rapidly right beside his head. He's scared and frightened and knows he's having a panic attack.

He's internally wiggling and freaking out but his body just isn't moving on the outside. There are black spots appearing in his vision again and he's losing his breath. Every time he opens his mouth to gasp this high pitched wheezing sound comes out instead and steals the breath he needs.

He's hears a distant banging sound and then suddenly he's being rocked and the bright light only gets worse.

"He's having a panic attack, we need an oxygen mask now!" someone shouts close to his ear. He would wince if he had the ability to. He feels a dull pressure enter his arm and suddenly he feels very dizzy and sleepy. "Rest Mr. Stilinski, your father and I will talk to you when you wake again." he guesses it's the doctor that says that to him as he loses consciousness again.

The second time Stiles wakes he can wiggle his toes and fingers but nothing else. He doesn't have a panic attack but he comes close so the doctor gives him more of the sleeping medicine and tells him they will try again next time he wakes up.

Stiles would feel bad that he's being difficult but he's too busy worrying about not being able to move his body. He's not sure how long he's been out but he can already tell it's longer than when the Kanima paralyzed him.

The third time Stiles wakes up he can wiggle his legs back and forth but that's pretty much it. He doesn't have a panic attack but his heart rate does exhilarate so they put him back under again.

Now, as Stiles blinks his eyes open for the fourth time he assesses what he can and can't move and then just lays there and breathes for a few minutes. He is no longer panicking and he tries to keep his heart as steady as he can. He's tired of being put under, he wants answers.

He only has to wait ten or so minutes before the doctor comes in to check on him. He moves Stiles around a bit and tests what parts of his body react to his poking and prodding. This time around Stiles can move his arms, feet and hands, legs and he can feel the slight pressure of his breathing. It's better than last time but not nearly as good as he would like.

The doctor moves over to his IV and pulls a needle out of his pocket. Stiles makes a noise of protest. "Please don't put me back under. I can handle being awake and not being able to move. I promise I won't have a panic attack just please don't put me back to sleep. I want to see my father and I would love those answers you promised Me." he says.

The doctor stops and sighs as he nods his head. "Alright Mr. Stilinski. I will call your father to the hospital and we can sit down and talk about what happened to you." The doctor gives him one last nod and leaves the room.

Thirty seven minutes and forty six seconds later (trust me he counted) the door to his room opens and his father and doctor step inside before shutting the door behind them. He father immediately rushes to his side and takes his hand in his own. Stiles gives his father a small smile and squeezes back very gently.

The doctor moves to stand on his other side and folds his hands together in front of him. "Before we begin Mr. Stilinski…"

"Stiles, please."

The doctor nods. "Stiles. Before we begin Mr. Stiles I need to ask you a few questions just to clear some things up and we can move on from there."

Stiles glances at his father and notices that he doesn't look very happy with the doctor so Stiles is guessing that the doctor has already run these questions past his dad first. Stiles turns back to the doctor and nods his head. He'll answer whatever the man wants as long as he gets his own answers in the end. "Sure."

The doctor nods. "Good. First question. Are you currently or have you in the last six months taken any drugs, no matter how small I need to know."

Stiles is honestly surprised by the question. He didn't think he looked like the type of person who took drugs. Maybe he needs to start wearing tighter pants. "No. I've never taken any drugs in my whole life. I never saw the appeal. Plus when I first got put on Adderall my doctor told me not to because there could be unknown side effects depending on what drug is taken. I would never even think to try any."

The doctor nods yet again, god is that all the guy can do with his head is nod? "That's pretty much what your father said."

"Yeah and you should have listened to me when I said it too." He father growls.

"I am following protocol sir. It does not matter who the parent of the child is or if they work in law enforcement, there are questions that need to be asked of every single child that comes into this hospital. There is never any disrespect meant."

His father grunts but doesn't comment any further. The doctor turns back to him. "Does anyone other than your father or you pick up your medicine from the pharmacy when it comes in?"

Stiles thinks for a moment. "Sometimes my best friend Scott or his mother does. His mother Melissa works here at the hospital so sometimes she'll stop at the late night pharmacy and pick it up for me and then give it to me in the morning when I pick Scott up for school. Scott's only ever gotten it for me once and after that time I stopped asking because he kept forgetting to go to the pharmacy and get it. Other than those two, no."

There's that nod again. "Just one more question and we'll get to everything else. Have you angered or made any enemies as of lately?"

An image of Deucalion and Kali flash before his eyes and then an image of Kali bending down and picking up his pill bottle and handing it to him flashes as well. Fuck. "No, not that I can think of." He answers instead. "Because they upped my dosage of Adderall last doctor visit I've been a lot calmer and haven't caused any trouble in the last few months."

"That's good Mr. Stiles. Now, the reason I asked about your Adderall is because the pills you have been taking are not Adderall at all. Someone switched your Adderall out for these new pills. They are identical in size color and shape, as well as smell. Whoever made these pills knew what they were doing and targeted you specifically."

"What kinds of pills were they?" he asks.

The doctor sighs. "To be honest I'm not really sure. I do know that they are partially made of a liquid paralysis but the other component is different. When my lab ran tests on the pills they found traces of some sort of flower based powder but we cannot trace what type of flower it is. The pills were not only meant to paralyze you but also to kill you. We are not sure how long it was meant to take though. How long have you been taking the pills from that bottle?"

"What day is it?"

"It is Sunday Stiles." His dad answers.

Stiles closes his eyes for a second and waits. "I passed out on Thursday and I started taking the pills Tuesday morning. I take two a day but on Thursday I only took one because I take my second one at dinner. So I think I took five pills total from that bottle. It was a new bottle."

The doctor shakes his head. "Stiles, there was only one pill left in the bottle. Whoever gave you the pills in the first place expected you to be dead by Friday morning if you had taken you last pill Thursday night."

Stiles sighs. How did he not notice that his full bottle was suddenly almost empty when Kali handed it to him? He was too busy freaking out to pay attention to the bottle he just stuffed in his hoodie. "What does that mean for me? Why am I still almost fully paralyzed?" he asks, suddenly very much terrified.