As he drives he feels like he's going to vibrate out of his skin, despite that fact that he's just gotten down from a panic attack earlier. Or maybe he's still having it?

Stiles skids to a halt in front of the Hale house before throwing the driver's door open and racing up the driveway and through the door.

"Talia! Mom!" He contemplates knocking, but he knows it's an emergency so he throws the door open and rushes inside.

He realizes he probably shouldn't have thrown himself against the door that hard in case it had been locked. Good thing it wasn't.

The problem is: there appears to be no one home.

"Hello?" He calls out again.

"What are you doing here? Why didn't you knock?" Stiles sees Derek walk down the stairs and groans.

"I need to talk to our moms. Where are they?"

"Not here."

"Obviously. I need to talk to them, Derek. Where are they?"

"Why do you need to talk to them?"

Stiles realizes that Derek is being annoying and evasive on purpose.

"I don't have time for your games, Derek. Where are they? I don' have the strength to track them or teleport."

"Tell me what happened and maybe I'll tell you where they are."

Stiles doesn't know what's wrong with him. Maybe it's all of the adrenalin still rushing through him, maybe it's his panic at the prospect of losing Scott, but he sends out his light and throws Derek across the room.

"Where's your mother, Derek?"

Derek sands up, snarling and wolfed out, but that just makes Stiles madder. The werewolf looks like he's about to retaliate when the front door opens and in walks and confused looking Talia and a very scared looking Claudia.

"Stiles! Are you okay?" His mother rushes forward and looks him over quickly before enveloping him in a hug.

"Oh god, you had me so worried. I felt you use your powers, what could have been so important that you had to use your powers?"

Stiles is about to reply when Talia steps forward and snatches up Stiles' hands.

"Who?" Talia asks after sniffing them.

Claudia interrupts before he reply.

"Something's been running around, could it have been that?"

"I don't know." Talia murmurs, dropping Stiles' hands.

"That's what I'm here for; I was headed out of town with Scott and my Jeep broke down sowe started walking back to the gas station we'd seen awhile back because Icouldn't get receptionandsowe were walking and thisthingjust jumped fromtheshadows and it got Scott andhe's inthehospitaland theydon't know ifhe'sgoingtomakeit and Melissaletmedrivehercarhere cause Ineededtotalktoyou because I may haveimagined it but ithinkitwasanAlphabutI'mnotsure Isaw thebloodandIstartedpanicking and-" Stiles only realizes he's clawing at his arms when they start bleeding.

He struggles to get a breath of air into his lungs and he can't. His vision starts blurring and before he knows what's happening, he's got strong arms wrapped around him and soothing voice is instructing him to breathe in – that's it, just like that – and breathe out. The person gently lowers them to the floor and Stiles is clinging to them as he starts crying.

"I got him turned it's all my fault, how could I do that to him again? It's my fault, it's always my fault. He's going to die and it's all my fault again. Why can't I ever do anything right? Oh god, why?" Stiles sobs into their arms.

Stiles doesn't know how it happens or when, but soon he's falling asleep in a pair of comforting arms.