A/N~ I have enjoyed writing this story and hope that everyone has enjoyed reading it. Going to take a little break to recharge the juices and maybe do a few side ventures. Hope everyone has a lovely holiday season. Thank you all for continuing to be the lovely fan girls and boys you are. ~ A

Chapter 29

After waiting for over half an hour, during which the last vestiges of the eclipse had worn off, Stiles had gotten tired of waiting for his best friend to come and get them. Issac had grown concerned when he started to notice the scent of increased stress on the Spark and when he took the other teens arm to lead him to the entrance. He realized exactly how much pain Stiles was in when black veins began to pulse up his arm.

Stiles quietly hissed to the other boy that he had re-injured himself getting to them as quickly as he did. Concerned the werewolf agreed with the Spark not to wait for his mate, the new Alpha or the ladder. Even though Chris still had a head wound he insisted on going first to help the others get out of the cellar. Stiles sat down for a few minutes to catch his breath Just standing now was causing the young man to have sharp pains in his chest.

"How good is your balance?" Issac asked the older man as he lifted him with one hand and pushed him up to the edge of the entrance. The older Argent scrambled as the entrance of the cellar still crumbled under his fingers but finally found enough purchase to pull himself out. Allison collected belts before she was tossed by the young werewolf up and out through the tunnel entrance. Her father softening the fall as much as he could once she reached the top.

The young huntress then looped the belts together to make a kind of rope to help pull Mama McCall out next. All of them heard a yell from the Sheriff then as Stiles who had grown increasingly gray suddenly threw up the meager contents of his stomach. John Stilinski was just able to catch his son before Stiles passed out into the small pool of vomit on the floor.

The Spark looked incredibly pale, almost ghost like as Issac ran to his side. He only knew what first aid he had learned in school. Unfortunately he had just managed to get Mama McCall to the top of the tunnel when this happened. The blond teen cursed, "Damn it Derek, where are you?"

"Right here kid," he said. The Alpha was suddenly there in the cellar with the other two and immediately began drawing pain from his mate. They hear Scott and Chris working to get the ladder down through the hole, Issac practically has to wrestle the Sheriff away from his unconscious son and up the ladder and out of the cellar.

Issac hesitated for a minute torn about whether to help his Alpha, when Derek spoke, "Issac get up the ladder and move it out of the way," The Sheriff heard this and tried to come back down the ladder, only to be thwarted by the Hunter and his daughter. As well as the expedience of the blond werewolf as he jumped up through the tunnel and he and Scott pulled the ladder up swiftly behind them.

As soon as the ladder cleared the tunnel entrance Derek, the Spark cradled in his arms, jumped to the top and landed beside Melissa. The nurse, quickly began assessing the boy who was like a son to her. Terrified of what she might find, as the Alpha explained about the accident and the Sparks previous injuries.

Sure enough the experienced fingers of Melissa McCall discovered where one of the cracked ribs had been re-injured and had apparently broken completely and now seemed to be not only causing some internal bleeding but also might have punctured something vital. She couldn't do more to assess the teen, being in the middle of nowhere as they were.

The Alpha and the Sheriff nearly got into a shouting match before Melissa intervened. The Sheriff wanted to wait for a helicopter, to air lift his son out to the hospital. Derek knew his running with Stiles would get them to the road and Stiles to a hospital by one of the vehicles faster. Melissa agreed with Derek and drawing pain from the teen as he ran, Derek was off.

The young Alpha reached Stiles beloved Jeep. He fished the key out of the Spark's pocket after carefully buckling the younger man into the passenger seat. One hand on the wheel and the other on his mates arm to draw pain, the Alpha was off. Hazards flashing on his race to the hospital.

~O~

Vex had tried to explain to the others, "I don't really think the Morrigan is wanting to involve herself with Stiles, I have a feeling the boys mother and she had an arrangement," but no one seemed willing to listen to the Mesmer.

Well truthfully it would be more accurate to say they didn't believe the Morrigan would be that "well intentioned" about the whole thing. Vex would be inclined to agree with them on most days because he knew Evony better than most people and not just because they frequently had sex together. Although the boy was her last remaining living relative, he didn't see her maternal instincts kicking in so much as her familial ones, creeping up. Its not like the status of the Morrigan was a familial lineage thing. That would be too archaic even for the fae. In this instance though he was pretty sure of what he was saying but he let the subject drop.

Mostly because Bo had already moved on to other awkward conversations. Ones the dark fae was certain he didn't want to be involved in, like Dyson and Kenzi. Who the succubus was trying to figure out how to combine their names in some cutesy fashion. Then on even further to the even more awkward conversation of why Kenzi had never told her or anyone else for that matter that she was a fae and a werewolf.

"And I'm off," the Mesmer said cheerfully as he walked away.

~O~

Erica was not happy. She and Boyd had deliberately been left out of the fighting with the Alpha Pack and the Darach. For some reason, Stiles theory was that it was the funky assed bank vault they had been trapped in, whatever the reason, her werewolf powers had been slow to return and erratic at best, as was her control.

She had really had enough of being sheltered and protected when she had been human and an epileptic. Prone to seizures at the drop of a hat. She really shouldn't need to be that way now that she was a werewolf. That was supposed to be the whole deal with being a badass werewolf. She was supposed to be BADASS!

She had not told anyone since she had been brought out of her coma by Stiles but she had been feeling disconnected from the rest of the Pack. The bond was still there. She would have freaked her right out if it hadn't been, it was just milder, muffled almost, like listening to a conversation or something from another room. You could get the general gist of what was said but parts were missing. She was worried that some of those parts might be important and it made her edgy. Thus unhappy Erica.

She and Boyd were on their way out of the hospital. It was after hours for the therapy department. However other than the high school gym, there wasn't really a gym in the area. Erica preferred to work out when there wasn't anyone there to watch her. It wasn't vanity. The girl knew she looked good and in shape. It was more she wanted to do certain things that weren't really for public consumption, werewolf style things.

The blond and her man were actually talking about how there needed to be a 24/7 gym in town for those with irregular schedules and who couldn't convince the head of nursing to let them copy the key for the door to therapy. Especially since Stiles had caused an increase in security around the hospital and rightly so. When something suddenly burned through the teen werewolves chests at the same time.

It was like her chest was suddenly on fire and her senses were awakened and she and Boyd said at the same time. "Stiles!" Her guy being the stoic quiet rock that he was , it was said more like a whisper. Erica though it was more like a scream. Both of them were running for the front of the hospital as Derek pilled up to the emergency room entrance.

They were calling for help as Erica held the door open and Boyd had already grabbed a gurney sitting against a wall and pulled it with him to the entrance to retrieve the unconscious body of their fellow Pack member.