Chapter 6- Second Site

A/N: First, I must take a quick minute to thank any of you that are still reading this and apologize for the ridiculous wait from chapter 5 to this chapter. Fingers crossed that things in my life are headed in the right direction. I'm not sure I can handle any more derailments. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Stiles and Scott had gone in circles reviewing all the information they had at their disposal about faeries, Stiles would frantically hop from one website to another shuffle to his board to stare at it as if it would tell him where Malia was. Scott had called Deaton and gotten a little more information from him about faeries but nothing too substantial.

He'd called Kira and updated her on the status of things. He'd told her to remain in Washington at school for now and that he'd call her if they got desperate. Isaac had come home with Chris though he lived down closer to Sacramento. He offered to come home but Scott had just told him he wanted to keep him in the loop and up to speed in case they needed to call in their reserves.

Stiles kept trying repeatedly to call Malia's cell phone and even managed to get Parrish to put out a trace on the number. Unfortunately the server didn't get any pings on the GPS meaning it was either dead or off. Stiles was getting anxious, he could feel it building behind his calm façade. Any minute the scales would reach a tipping point and the damn would burst and he'd be a mess. He had trying to stop and take calming breaths when he'd felt his heart race, but it seemed it was quickly outgrowing his control. He caught Scott shooting him worried glances but he pretended not to notice. It was his first hurdle as a father and he was failing miserably. He couldn't even find them.

Stiles must have really been out of it. He'd been imagining a hundred different scenarios, none of them good, while staring at his laptop when he felt her throw her arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. She pulled his hands off the keys and swiveled the chair to where she knelt beside him. "Stiles, babe look at me." He opened his eyes that had been clamped shut, he hadn't remembered even doing it. He took in the site of her, she had obviously left in a hurry, still wearing her short skirt and her locks piled in a haphazard bun, mascara smudged. He thought he'd never seen her look so beautiful.

"I've missed you." He managed to whisper and was shocked to hear how weak and out of breath he sounded.

She let out a small laugh and a sniffle; her eyes watered with unshed tears as she took her hand and caressed his cheek. "I haven't been gone that long." Staring into her emerald eyes seemed to ease something within him a little. Lydia was here, she'd help him figure it out. If anyone could help him find his son and Malia it was Lydia. After a beat Lydia asked, "How you holding up?" She stood and readjusted her skirt and ran a hand over the wrinkles in her blouse.

"I've been better. I'm really glad you're here. Thanks." His breathing had slowed to a more normal pace but he still felt light headed.

She clasped his hand in hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I'll always be here when you need me. You know that." She started rifling through the papers on his desk that he'd thrown in a haphazard pile. Her eyes turned sharp and focused on the information. She had switched to business mode and he couldn't be more in awe as he watched her fitting the pieces together in her head.

She pivoted to review the board before absently pulling a few books from her shoulder bag. The first, he recognized as a copy of the Argent's bestiary and the second appeared to be borrowed from the library at Berkley. She pulled a few sheets of paper she'd photocopied and taped them to the board connecting them with tape.

"This is what I think we are dealing with based on what you've got and what I've got. It's a faerie. A queen from the Unseelie Court, the most malicious and malevolent of the faeries, the good news is that usually act on passion and not on thought so that might give us an edge."

"And the bad news?" Stiles asked as he moved behind her and rested his chin on her head gently like it weighed too much for him to carry. She brought a hand around to run her hand through his thick hair without even looking.

"The bad news is that to them honor is a lie, they believe in devotion to themselves above all else. They are usually depicted as a dark cloud riding on the wind in ancient mythology. They often are referred to as a band of unsanctioned dead flying above the Earth."

He drew in a shaky breath and felt his knees grow weak. He stumbled to his bed and sat heavily before he could collapse on the floor. "What do we do?"

"Well if my assumptions are correct and she is after your baby than they shouldn't be harmed which gives us time Stiles. The baby isn't to term yet. I would start by combing the woods around the nemeton. We might not be able find them by scent or sight but we might be able to pick up Malia's scent."

Stiles stood heavily and moved to his phone on the desk to call Scott who had apparently gone elsewhere sometime before Lydia's arrival, he'd been too preoccupied to notice. "Wait, why wouldn't we be able to see or smell them?"

"Well to most they are invisible so I'm assuming that is why Scott lost Malia's scent. They obviously masked it when they took her. There are ways to see them if one doesn't possess the second site though, things like touching stones." She trailed off as she ran a nervous hand over her throat.

"Lyds?" He asked as he approached her and brought her into a soft hug, pressing his hand to the back of her head and holding her close.

"It's not a scream. Just a feeling. I have a gut feeling I'll be able to see them. Banshees are tied to another realm, we can harbingers of the dead, but in some myths they refer to it as a second site. "

Stiles let out a breath as he held her close to him. He took this small bubble of calm he had holding her petite frame against him. He could smell wisps of the shampoo she used and the floral undertones of her perfume. He breathed her in and felt himself ease. He couldn't explain it, but with her back he felt like he was whole.

After Stiles spoke with Scott they decided to meet up and comb the woods with Parrish, Derek, the Sheriff, and he and Lydia though he was adamant that Lydia stay home. "I don't think you should go Lyds." Stiles had tried to beg her off.

She turned and gave him her signature steely glare. "And why is that Stilinski? Out of any of you I might be the only one to see them. You need me."

He let out a breath and nodded. "I just don't like putting you in harm's way if I can help it. My son is already out there, and Malia. I can't have something happen to you too… I just I can't." The anxiety and trepidation of the what was about to happen was slowly pushing him over the edge again.

Lydia took the two steps that were separating them and pressed her lips to his. The kiss started out chaste, meant to calm him down from a full on anxiety attack but he quickly turned the tables. He caressed the side of her face with the pads of his thumbs and brushed his tongue against her lips asking for entrance. She eagerly granted him it and a small moan ensued when he brushed his tongue against hers.

They were interrupted by Scott clearing his throat. "Um… are you ready to…"

"Yeah. Let's go find them." Lydia said as her eyes never left Stiles. He looped their fingers together and headed off out into the preserve just as the moon climbed above the trees casting its white silver light on the ground ahead.

He was thankful Scott, Parrish and Derek had super vision, he couldn't see anything out in the dark, but then again maybe he didn't want to see anything. He clasped Lydia's hand tighter and tried to remain calm and focused as he started the search for Malia and his son.