"How'd it happen?" Danny asked as he glanced over the scratches on Stiles' exposed forearm. The other teen shrugged, keeping his gaze on a fixed point at the wall so that he was not looking as Danny added some more antiseptic before wrapping the wounds with a fresh bandage. "Stiles..."

The mentioned teen sighed heavily and tugged his arm out of Danny's grasp as the other teen finished taping the bandaging in place and said, "I don't know, okay? I just woke up and they were there." Stiles lifted his shoulders in another shrug as he shook his head, eyes falling to rest on his hands in his lap where he idly picked at his chewed-on nails. "I don't know what's happening to me."

Danny frowned as he bent his knees, trying to catch Stiles' gaze. The other boy refused to look at him, though, and Danny stood straight with a sigh of his own. "We'll figure it out."

At those words, Stiles did slowly look up at Danny, his brow furrowing as if he were in deep thought. "You can't know that. It's getting worse. I feel like I'm losing my mind."

Stiles stilled his fingers in his lap when Danny's hand rested on top of them, the lacrosse player smiling faintly in what Stiles was sure was supposed to be reassuring. "We'll figure it out. I know it." Danny nodded, smiling a little more honestly when he saw Stiles give a faint nod in response. It was better than nothing. "What do you dream about, Stiles?"

"Things," countered the teen harshly as he yanked his hands out from underneath Danny's touch, quickly standing up and moving away from the kitchen table. He did not like talking about what he remembered from his nightmares, not even with Scott. Stiles crossed his arms over his chest, clenching his fingers into fists in order to try to stop both hands from shaking. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Maybe talking will help." Danny spoke cautiously as he took a few steps toward Stiles, though he stopped when he saw his classmate shake his head in response. He frowned faintly at that but did not offer any other words while waiting for Stiles to elaborate or just say anything.

Stiles shook his head again, clenching and unclenching his fingers under each of his biceps as he kept both arms crossed. "I-I can't."

Danny sighed softly as he watched Stiles but after a moment, he nodded. "C'mon. I bet Scott's starting to get lonely without you." He smiled a little, nodding toward the doorway of the kitchen before he started to walk back toward the living room.

The other teen continued to stand there in the kitchen for a moment before he took a deep breath and followed Danny. The two of them joined Scott on the couch, where they resumed playing a racing video game. Stiles was just thankful that Scott chose to not start asking questions. Though, from the way his best friend was worrying at his lower lip, Stiles was sure that the other teen wanted to.

After several more minutes of that, Stiles sighed and tossed aside his controller. "I'm going to bed," the teen announced as he started to walk toward the stairs.

Danny and Scott exchanged worried glances as the later ruffled his hair and sighed heavily. "If you wanna head home, I'll stay with him," Scott said quietly.

Danny's gaze did not leave the staircase, though he did nod a few times before finally saying, "Yeah, okay. Let me know if you guys need help or anything."

"Thanks, man," Scott said with a smile, reaching over to squeeze Danny's shoulder.

Once Scott quickly made his way upstairs to let Stiles know he was crashing there, Danny got up and tugged on his jacket. Then, he made his way out to his car. After he got it started, Danny just sat there for a moment, taking a deep breath as he ran his fingers through his hair several times. "Fuck," he swore under his breath, and then he started to drive himself the short distance to his own home.

Danny's brow furrowed after he parked in the drive and walked up to the front porch to find Jackson sitting on the front steps. "What're you doing here?" Danny asked. He was not upset that Jackson was there or anything; just surprised.

"Been waiting for you," replied Jackson with a lift of his shoulders as he idly toyed with his phone. "Where've you been?"

"The Stilinski's. Something's really wrong with Stiles." Danny frowned as he spoke, crossing his arms over his chest while absentmindedly toying with his key ring with one hand. "He hurt himself in his sleep the other night."

Jackson frowned a little, nodding as he stood up before nodding his head back toward the house. "Wanna talk about it?"

The goalie seemed to take a few moments to think about it before nodding as he started to walk up the stairs. "Yeah, c'mon. Mom's making dinner tonight."

Scott sat up with a slight gasp for air in Stiles' bed. His t-shirt stuck to his front from sweat that was much too sticky to be comfortable. The teen struggled to remember what his dream had been about, brow furrowing a little. There was something that had seemed so important, so urgent in his dream; but, for the life of him, Scott could not remember what it was. All he could remember was that whatever had been happening in his dream, there was a lot of blood. "Stiles?" Scott asked groggily once he realized that his best friend was not laying in the bed net to him. The other teen's spot was cold, making Scott's brow furrow a little as he scrambled out of the bed. "Stiles!" He struggled to concentrate enough to try to listen for his best friend's heartbeat, but as he rushed down the stairs he heard nothing besides his own.

The sound of tapping brought Scott to the back door, which stood open, the wind causing it to tap against the wall behind it. "Stiles!" Scott called as he rushed out off the back porch, standing in the middle of the Stilinski backyard. The teen turned in circles, hoping to catch sight of something, anything that could have told him where Stiles had gone. "Stiles!" His voice got carried away in the wind that started to pick up in strength, causing the trees all around to sway where they stood.

With shaking hands, Scott quickly pulled out his cell phone to dial the one number that swirled around his head; Linden's. The sheriff picked up on the third ring with a tired and gruff, "What, Scott?"

"Stiles is gone," the teen barely managed to force the words out, airy and nearly carried away on the wind.

"What?" Scott could hear the man pushing his chair away from the desk and what sounded to be Linden grabbing his jacket.

Scott nodded, even though Linden could not see him. "I woke up and Stiles was gone. The back door was open."

"Call everyone."

Once again, Scott nodded at the instruction, frowning a little as Linden hung up the phone without further word. Instead of calling, Scott quickly sent out a text to Danny, Allison, Isaac, Lydia, Derek, and even Jackson telling them to get to the Stilinski house as soon as possible. He did call Derek when the man did not reply; but there was no answer. Everyone else said they would be there soon, and within ten minutes all of them, Linden, and his own mother were arriving at the house. Linden and Melissa rode in together. Scott just watched silently as Linden began directing search groups. They would go in pairs, working from the Stilinski house outward.

Scott and Lydia walked into the woods behind the Stilinski house, while Melissa and John walked north. Allison and Isaac would check to the south, and Danny would go with Jackson toward the west. Danny worried at his lower lip as he and Jackson walked. Neither one of them said anything for several long minutes until Jackson said, "I think he's gone this way." The teen nodded in front of them, his brow slightly furrowed as if he were concentrating overly hard on something. "I can't tell if it's recent or not."

"Let's just look," Danny stated with a frown as he looked around them, shoving his hands into his heavy jacket pockets as they started to walk. It seemed so strange to him that only a few minutes prior he and Jackson were carelessly playing a snowboarding video game in his bedroom, laughing and joking around while Stiles was out wandering around alone somewhere. Danny pulled his phone out and checked for a response to his text to Stiles, just in case. Like with everyone else's attempts, all messages went without being responded to. "It's cold." Danny's words were mumbled, mostly to himself while Jackson seemed to be struggling to hear something, anything that could be of use to them.

Jackson's brow furrowed a little, and after a moment, he shrugged and said, "I hadn't really noticed." Unless Stiles had thought to pull on a coat before wandering outside, he guessed the other teen probably was noticing a lot more than he was. Maybe. "Stiles?" He raised his voice enough to be heard at a distance. Maybe the other boy was hurt somewhere near-by, able to respond or something. Jackson did not know, and he was trying his best to keep the worry off his face. Danny knew it was there, though. "We'll find Stiles, Danny."

Danny stumbled slightly over his own feet and he frowned with an awkward laugh as he looked over at his best friend. "Alright. Why the reassurance? Pretty sure I knew that."

The other teen lifted his shoulders in a shrug as he glanced toward Danny. "Dunno. You two have been getting closer."

Danny did not really have a response to that, so he kept quiet, his gaze determinedly in front of him. He was not sure he liked what his friend was trying to hint at. After a moment, though, Danny just sighed and said, "Yeah."

The two of them fell into silence after that, each one keeping an eye out for anything that could direct them to wherever Stiles had wandered off to. The longer they were out searching, the more the wind picked up around them, making Danny tug his jacket tighter around himself. He texted the others every few minutes for updates; but, nobody had seen anything to indicate where Stiles had gone off to. Danny worried at his lower lip as he and Jackson stopped at one of the many buildings in the downtown district, where they had ended up, his friend doing a quick sweep of the building only to exit with a shake of his head. The crease in Jackson's forehead was what clued Danny in to the fact that Jackson really was growing more worried about Stiles, even if the other teen did not show it otherwise. "It's going to start raining," Jackson mumbled with a glance up to the dark sky above them.

"I'm going to keep looking," replied Danny as he continued walking. Jackson stayed back by the door of the building he had just exited for only a few moments longer before he quickly hurried to follow Danny, matching pace with him once they were side-by-side again.

Cold drops of rain just started to fall when Danny's phone started to ring, startling them both (Jackson jumped, though he would deny it if asked). Danny smiled faintly at Jackson and answered the call, kicking at a rock as he kept walking and said, "Hello?"

"Danny?"

The sound of Stiles' scratchy voice made the goalie stumble to a stop, his breath catching in his chest for a moment. "Stiles? Where are you?"

"I don't know..." Danny could practically see the way that Stiles' brow furrowed as the other teen glanced around him, looking for something to indicate where he was. "An old house, maybe? It's dark."

"Ask him what he hears," mumbled Jackson as he nudged Danny slightly with his elbow.

Danny nodded in response to Jackson as he ran his free hand through his hair. "Stiles, focus for me. What do you hear?"

Danny could hear the sounds of Stiles moving around a little, maybe pacing. "Uhm, I don't know. Rain. It's raining. There's... nothing else besides me." Stiles' voice was slightly unsteady along with the sounds of a stumbled step. "It's not a house. The walls are stone. How did I get here?"

"Sleepwalking." Danny wet his lips idly as he started to walk again. "Stiles, try to find a door, an exit... something. You need to get outside, figure out where you are so we can come get you. We're all out searching."

"Everyone?"

He wanted to frown at the slightly broken tone in Stiles' voice, sighing slightly as he nodded though the other boy could not see it. "Yeah. Your dad's looking with Melissa, Scott and Lydia, Allison and Isaac... I'm with Jackson."

Stiles gave a short laugh at that, and Danny could practically picture the slight lift at the corner of Stiles' mouth. "Hiya, Jackson."

"Stiles," was all that Jackson offered in response, but Danny could see the way that his best friend was more at ease now that they at least knew that Stiles was okay.

"Oh, god..." Stiles breathed after another few moments. "Danny, shit... fuck, dude. There's... I mean... I think I'm going to be sick."

"Stiles, what's going on?" replied the elder teen. Danny picked up his pace a little as he walked, though he was not entirely sure what direction he needed to be heading. He felt as though he could not just stand there, though. He did not like the helpless feeling that weighed down on his chest.

Stiles' breaths were uneven and a little to quick to be okay on the other end of the line. "My hands. There's blood. Oh my god. Danny..."

"Where are you?" Danny demanded, cutting off Stiles' panicked rambling about the blood that was apparently on his hands.

"Uhm... the cemetery. I'm at the cemetery."

Jackson let out a heavy sigh and nodded a little in the direction that the town cemetery was. They were only a few blocks away. "Jackson and I are almost there. Stay on the line with me, Stiles."

"I feel dizzy."

Danny swore under his breath, instructing Jackson to text the others in order to let them know where Stiles was. "Just breathe, okay? Take a deep breath." Danny listened as the sound of Stiles struggling to do as he was told came over the line. Somewhere in the near-distance, Danny heard the sound of a siren turning on. The sheriff was coming. Once at the cemetery, Danny quickly looked around, though he soon followed Jackson's lead when his friend seemed to know the way immediately. "Stiles, we're almost there, okay?"

By that point, the rain was falling a little more steadily, though it could still only be considered a light sprinkle. It made Danny shake in his jacket, though he did not notice it as he continued talking to Stiles on the phone instead. The moment the other teen came into his line of sight, Danny hung up the phone and pushed past Jackson to run to Stiles' side. He shrugged out of his jacket and pulled it around Stiles while glancing the other teen over for any signs of injury. "Stiles..." he said quietly, almost drowned out by the weather around them.

"I don't know whose blood it is," Stiles mumbled, his gaze not leaving his fingers for a moment until Danny took both Stiles' hands between his own. "I don't know what happened. I-I don't..."

"It's okay, we'll figure this out. I'm sure-"

"This is not okay! I hurt someone! I..." Stiles trailed off his words when Danny silently tugged him into a hug. The goalie squeezed him gently and Stiles could do nothing but accept the gesture, practically sagging against Danny as he hid his face in the elder teen's shoulder. Jackson seemed to be keeping watch around them, or looking for signs of what could have happened, if there were any there. "I don't know what to do."

Danny frowned a little as he shook his head slightly, not removing his arms from around Stiles though he looked over his shoulder to Jackson. His friend shook his head in indication that he had not found anything of note around them. Danny sighed softly, gently squeezing Stiles once again. "Everything's going to be fine, Stiles. I'm sure it's just..."

His attempted encouragement was cut off when the sound of a car stopping near-by made all three teens look to see Melissa and Linden rushing out of the sheriff's cruiser toward them. "Stiles!" Linden's voice held every ounce of relief that he felt at finding his son, and he seemed to relax as he quickly pulled Stiles into a nearly crushing hug once he had reached the teen and Danny had stepped aside.

"Dad..." Stiles' voice was muffled by his father's shoulder, but he did not pull away any. He seemed more relaxed with his father there, but he was still shaking. The teen squeezed his eyes shut tightly and silently wished for all of it to just go away.

"Let's get him home," said Melissa softly as she walked over to them, running her hand through Stiles' hair at the back of his head in what was meant to be a soothing manner.

Stiles shook his head at that, quickly stepping away from the both of them. He held his hands out slightly, showing the blood on his shaking hands as the others pulled up in Lydia's car. "I-I don't know what happened," Stiles said in a shaky, scratchy voice. He sounded as though he had been yelling all night. "Dad..."

Linden's mouth was set in a firm line, his eyes trained on his son's hands for only a moment before he nodded once. "We're getting you home now, son," Linden said in a warm tone that almost seemed to make Stiles flinch. "Then, I'll go back out and try to figure what happened."

"What if I killed someone?" Stiles' question hung in the air, and he idly wet his lips as he glanced around to everyone. Scott seemed completely convinced that there was no way Stiles would have done that, if his expression was anything to go by; and, Jackson's was a look of complete understanding and empathy. It was a strange thing to see, but Stiles seemed to smile ever so faintly in the other teen's direction.

"Stiles, this isn't you," said Scott, breaking through the silence of the others as he shook his head several times. "I'm sure everyone's fine. Let's just... get out of the rain."

Stiles sighed heavily but nodded a few times as he said, "Yeah, let's do that."

Several minutes later, they all found themselves back at the Stilinski residence. Stiles had not stopped shaking yet, though he had seemed to relax a little when Danny had taken his hand in order to tug him toward the sheriff's cruiser. Neither teen let go of the other throughout the drive or even after they had gotten into the house. "I'll make some tea, sweetheart," Melissa said with a warm smile in Stiles' direction before she disappeared into the kitchen, Scott and Allison close behind her. Isaac dragged Lydia and Jackson upstairs to help him look for some dry clothes for everyone; the girls could deal with borrowing men's clothing for a short while. Linden, Stiles, and Danny found themselves sitting in the living room on the couch, none of them minding that they were getting the furniture wet.

The blood had washed off of Stiles' hands, but the teen kept looking at them as though the blood was going to return out of nowhere. He let out a shaky sob of a breath when Linden finally wrapped both arms around his son and tugged Stiles into a tight hug. The teen curled up against his father's side, taking comfort in the silent embrace without letting go of Danny's hand. "I'm scared," Stiles said quietly, the words almost inaudible to either Linden or Danny. However, the shared look of sadness and fear between them told each that the other had indeed heard the words, and that neither of them had any idea at all what could be done.

Stiles did not really say anything else for the rest of the day, even after everyone had showered and changed into dry clothing. The TV was turned on for background noise, and Stiles watched as Isaac, Allison, Lydia, Scott, and Jackson played rather vigorous rounds of Uno. Linden and Melissa made dinner for everyone, and nobody seemed to be willing to bring up the thing that Stiles was most worried about; what had happened while Stiles was missing. They all knew they should probably be figuring it out, but for that moment, they were all more worried about making sure that Stiles was going to be okay and that he knew that none of them had any plans on doing anything but being there for him; even Jackson.

"I'm tired," Stiles mumbled after a while, his head resting on Danny's shoulder where the two of them sat watching their friends.

Danny nodded a little and gently squeezed Stiles' hand, having taken hold of the other teen once again after they had both showered and changed. "I'll go upstairs with you, if you want," offered the goalie with a faint but honest smile that Stiles returned with a nod.

Stiles then got up and said a quiet good-night to his father and the others before heading upstairs, and Danny soon followed him, promising that he would let Linden know if something happened. When Danny got to Stiles' bedroom, Stiles was swallowing one of the pills that Melissa had gotten for him. Stiles was extremely grateful that Danny did not ask how he was, or ask any questions about what was happening as the two of them lay down in the bed. There was a good distance between the two of them, though they lay facing one another. "Your eyes look bruised," Danny mumbled after a few moments, frowning faintly as he reached out to gently brush his fingers against the dark coloring under Stiles' eyes. It took him a moment to realize what exactly he was doing, and he quickly pulled away even though Stiles did not seem to mind the touch at all. "Sorry."

The other teen smiled faintly, shrugging a little with a soft sigh as he settled down into the bed a little more. "Don't let me leave?" Stiles mumbled after a moment, closing his eyes with a heavy sigh.

"Stiles..." Danny sighed heavily, frowning a little though he nodded when Stiles looked at him again. "Yeah, alright. I can do that. Just get some sleep, okay?" Danny hesitated only for a moment before he reached out to place a hand on Stiles' bicep, remembering how in the other boy's sleep the touch seemed to make him more at ease. "I'm not going anywhere."