Autor's Note: I need to clarify some things about the timeline here. So in this version of events Lydia has started going crazy but has not yet resurrected Peter, that happens after Jackson turns full wolf and Gerard dies. So Peter isn't back yet. But Matt still died, Gerard has the Kanima. Erica and Boyd still got caught by the Argents. And they still figured out that Lydia can sure Jackson cause love. I own nothing.
The Basement
For one shining moment Stiles was on top of the world as the scoreboard changed from nine to ten! Everyone was celebrating as the board buzzed signaling the end of the game. The team surrounded her everyone shouting and yelling in relief and pure unbridled joy. They had won. Stiles had won them the game. She distantly heard Coach Finstock screaming in joy. For once everything had worked out, she thought as she spotted Scott pushing his way back onto the field, Isaac not far behind him. Then Danny wrapped her in a bearhug and she lost sight of them. Nothing could have gone wrong at that moment, her dad was still shouting that his daughter had won the game. Lydia was cheering her name. Everything was perfect.
Then the lights went out and panic gripped the field as a shrill scream echoed around the field. Stiles whirled as bodies raced past her, someone was shouting for help. Someone was down on the field. She pulled off her helmet her hair sticking up in all directions as she heard Mrs. McCall calling out for Scott. She had to help. But before she could open her mouth a hand wrapped around her face and gripped hard. She tensed ready to bite down and scream for all she was worth when she felt the cold press of metal through her hair. Someone was holding a gun to her head again. She stilled completely, someone breathed in her ear.
"Good girl. Now walk." She had no choice but to do what Gerard said. She couldn't see anything, it was too dark, there was no moon tonight. She nearly tripped as her knees made painful contact with what had to be the edge of a van. She was shoved inside and she blinked for a moment before her eyes adjusted to the light now pouring from the lacrosse field. She could hear Lydia screaming Jackson's name from here. Then as the door to the van slid closed she heard her father shouting her name. Begging to know where she was. She swore as the van took off down the road.
The door was opened by a young man she didn't recognize who was pointing a gun at her. She rolled her eyes and raised her empty hands in surrender. She couldn't help but wonder if this kid knew that she wasn't a werewolf as Gerard directed him to take her into the house. She was manhandled into Allison's house, did Allison know that this was happening? Would she be against it? Stiles knew what losing your mother could do to someone. She'd tried to talk to Allison afterwards but she'd never answered any of her calls and had walked the other way when they'd seen each other. Gerard opened the door to the basement and nodded to the young man who prodded her in the back with his gun. When she didn't move quite fast enough for him he shoved her down the stairs. She tumbled and fell swearing loudly as she did so. She landed hard on one of her ankles which immediately crumpled under her. She managed not to swear as she pulled herself up on the wall shaking out her foot. It didn't feel broken. Then she heard the crackle of electricity. She felt along the wall and finally found the light switch. She flicked it on hoping that hadn't been the source of the sound.
She swore loudly again as the light flickered on and she spotted the source of the sound. Erica and Boyd were bound and gagged hanging from the ceiling, both looked hurt and scared. Boyd's shirt was covered in blood. She thought she saw a flicker of relief as they spotted her and she pulled herself off the wall favoring her ankle. She rushed over to them as fast as she could and quietly apologized as she yanked the tape off Erica's mouth. The she-wolf whimpered as Stiles reached up to the chords tying her up. She tried to speak but her voice caught in her throat. Stiles' hand made contact with the chord and she immediately pulled it back as the sparks of electricity burned her hand and the lights flickered. Erica whimpered again.
"She was trying to warn you." Stiles whirled almost falling as she put weight on her injured ankle. Gerard was standing at the bottom of the stairs smiling.
"What are you doing to them?" Gerard smiled wider.
"Electricity keeps them from shifting, in the right amount. A bit more keeps them from healing, a bit more takes away their hearing, a bit more takes their strength. Fascinating isn't it." Stiles stepped slightly in front of the two helpless Betas. Erica watched her, shocked that the only human in this mess was trying to protect them, more than Derek ever had. Maybe if she howled Derek would come before Gerard could do anything to Stiles. Gerard glanced at the she-wolf and shook his head pulling a knife from his belt.
"You howl, she dies." He said gesturing towards Stiles with the blade. Erica froze nodding slightly even as she smelled the tang of fear spark off of Stiles. Gerard stepped forwards and Stiles matched his step back.
"Why am I here?" Gerard's smile made Erica's stomach turn.
"You're here to help me send a message." Before Stiles could move he grabbed her by the front of her jersey and delivered a punishing blow to her face. She tried to fight back but Gerard was quite a bit faster than she was. Erica watched as Gerard hit her again and again. Boyd was straining against his bonds but they weren't giving an inch. Gerard dropped Stiles to the floor seeming to have grown tired of beating her for the moment. She rolled over and spat blood that Erica hoped was just from her split lip. She looked awful. She had a slash in her cheek that was bleeding freely, Gerard hadn't put the knife down when he'd started beating her. The skin around her left eye was already darkening into a bruise. She coughed and glared at Gerard.
"Scott will find me, he knows my scent." Erica could hear the slight quaver in her voice, but she couldn't tell if it was uncertainty or pain.
"Scott's going to be a bit busy tonight I'm afraid. See he's dealing with Jackson's death." Stiles' eyes went wide, confusion joining pain in their whiskey depths.
"Jackson's dead?" Gerard glanced at his slightly bloodstained knife before throwing it towards Stiles who flinched violently. It buried itself in the floor next to her head. Boyd could hear her harsh scared breathing as Gerard stepped forwards again pulling his silver pill container out of his pocket. He downed a few and smiled.
"Yes, for the moment." Stiles' opened her mouth to speak but Gerard lashed out again, this time with his foot and Stiles was forced to curl in on herself to try and protect her ribs and head. Eric sobbed.
"Leave her alone! She's not one of us! She's not a wolf! Leave her alone!" The door to the basement burst open and hurried footsteps came racing down them. Chris Argent stared at the scene before him as Gerard delivered a blow to Stiles' head with his steel toed boot. She slumped to the floor out cold as Erica sobbed. Chris shoved past his father and knelt down by Stiles. Erica snarled her eyes flashing gold as Boyd's did the same, he was unable to snarl as the tape was still over his mouth.
"Don't touch her!" Chris ignored the angered Beta for the moment as he placed two fingers on Stiles' neck feeling for a pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief as he found one, slightly thready but there and still strong. He glared up at his father.
"What the hell are you doing? We don't hurt humans! That has always been the rule." Gerard laughed as he took another pill from his silver box.
"You and your rules Chris. This is war. There are casualties in war. But I'm done with her anyway. He should get the message now." Chris' glare intensified.
"All this to send a message?" Gerard nodded.
"If you want to be helpful, send it. Otherwise get out of here. I didn't raise a coward to afraid to get his hands dirty." Chris pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and held it to the slice on Stiles' cheek as Gerard walked out of the room. Once the door was closed again he glanced up at the Betas. He and Erica made eye contact for a moment before he stood. He quick stepped over to the machine that controlled the voltage that was feeding into the Betas. Erica's eyes welled up with tears as he reached for the controls. Then she heard the flick of a switch and the electricity stopped. She blinked as Chris pulled a knife out of his belt and sliced through the chords holding her up then stepped over to Boyd. Erica lunged for Stiles trying to focus through the tears. She could hear her heartbeat. Chris pulled the tape off of Boyd's mouth.
"What are you doing?" Boyd croaked as Chris cut him down too.
"Choosing a side." Erica picked Stiles up.
"She needs a hospital." Chris nodded and glanced around.
"I'll take her. You two cant go out the door, Gerard will shoot you. Go out the window." He tossed Boyd his keys. "Meet me in the black van. Don't let them see you." The Betas nodded and pried open the small window barely squeezing out of it as Chris picked Stiles up and carefully made his way up the stairs. No one stopped him as he walked through his kitchen. Then he heard a gasp. Allison came running out of the downstairs guest bedroom where she'd been sleeping ever since she'd learned that her mother had died in her room.
"Stiles! What the hell happened to her? Is she ok! It was Derek wasn't it!" Chris shook his head as he glanced around.
"Gerard happened to her. I need to get her to the hospital." Allison looked shocked.
"But she's human." Chris nodded and gestured his head towards the front door hoping that Boyd and Erica were already hidden.
"Open the door for me sweetie." Allison's hands shook as she did as she was asked. He could practically see the wheels in her head turning, finally starting to see what kind of person her grandfather was. She raced over to the hall closet.
"I'll come with you." Chris shook his head. He couldn't let her find out that he was helping Derek's pack. He couldn't involve her in this. Gerard was likely to kill him for it.
"No it'll look suspicious. She was taken off the lacrosse field. I'll say I found her while out looking after I heard what happened. I love you sweetie." Without another word he stepped out the door and quickstepped over to the black van. He stepped around to the passenger side and a hand reached out of the back seat opening the door for him. He buckled the still unconscious girl into the seat and closed the door behind him before slipping into the diver side. The keys were in the ignition. He gunned the engine and drove away from his house. As he did he spotted Allison sobbing in the doorway.
He pulled out his phone and dialed nine one one.
"911 what is your emergency?" The voice came over the line.
"This is Chris Argent. I found Stiles Stilinski. She's hurt. I'm taking her to the hospital." The voice was silent for a moment.
"We'll meet you there." He nodded.
"I also found Erica Reyes and Vernon Boyd, they're a bit shaken up but not hurt." He heard someone scribbling something down on the other end of the line.
"Where did you find them?" He thought fast.
"The preserve behind the school. I found an old shed, that's where they were." He turned left towards the hospital as the man on the phone spoke to someone else. The phone must have changed hands because the next voice Chris heard was Sheriff Stilinski's.
"Chris, you found my daughter."
"Yes." There was a sigh of relief and the phone changed hands again. The first voice spoke again.
"The sheriff is on his way to the hospital." Chris nodded and hung up the phone. Not five minutes later he pulled up to the hospital closely followed by the Sheriff's cruiser. He opened the door as the Sheriff hopped out of his car and raced towards the van. He yanked open the door and carefully unbuckled his daughter scooping her up and racing into the hospital. Chris opened the door to the back seat and helped Erica and Boyd down. The she-wolf hesitated but hugged him and then raced into the hospital hand in hand with Boyd. Chris closed the door and hopped back into his car. He had read up on the Kanima, if Jackson was dead he wouldn't be for long and he had the feeling that Scott and Derek would have figured that out and would be getting him out of the hospital any time now. He pulled around to the back of the building, finding just what he'd hoped to find, Scott and Isaac dragging a body bag.