Author's Note: Alright, now we go to the warehouse. There's some creative swearing going on here. I own nothing.
The Warehouse
Stiles groaned and shifted. The bed under her wasn't comfortable, nor did it seem to be her own. The pillow was too stiff. She groaned a bit louder, people were talking above her in hushed tones. Her arm felt heavy. So did her foot. She tried to move it and swore as pain shot through it. The voices stopped. Stiles didn't want to open her eyes, she didn't want to see Erica and Boyd hanging from the ceiling. She didn't want to get hurt again.
"Stiles." She frowned. That didn't sound like Gerard. That sounded like…
"Dad?" Stiles croaked opening her eyes. Her dad was standing over her, Mrs. McCall at the end of her bed. She was tucked in under a thin hospital blanket, dressed in a hospital gown. She heard shuffling from the bed next to hers and spotted Erica and Boyd. She breathed a sigh of relief. Erica wrapped a hand around hers and sniffled. Her father placed a hand on her shoulder.
"How do you feel?" Stiles shifted again.
"Like shit." Her dad huffed something that sounded suspiciously like the word 'Language' but he was still frowning slightly. Mrs. McCall stepped forwards.
"You have a crack in the bone in your left arm, a concussion, a severely sprained ankle, three bruised ribs, and four stitches in your cheek. You're lucky Chris found you when he did. You look like you got kicked in the head." Stiles tried to sit up. Her father put a hand on her shoulder to keep her down.
"It's ok Erica and Boyd told us everything. We've got an ABP out on the guy who did this to you. Rest you're gonna be ok. I need to go talk to my deputies. I'll be back in a few." Stiles nodded. Once she was sure that her father was gone she turned to Erica and Boyd.
"What did you tell him?" Erica glanced at Mrs. McCall. Stiles groaned.
"She knows, just tell me." Boyd nodded.
"We told him someone took us a few weeks ago. A blonde with a big scar through his left eye, told him that the guy dragged you in in your lacrosse gear and beat you, we weren't sure why. Erica got the gag out of her mouth and screamed and that's when Chris Argent showed up, broke down the door. The guy ran. Chris cut us lose and brought us here." Erica nodded.
"Not too far from the truth." Stiles frowned.
"Chris Argent saved us, all of us?" The Betas nodded. A phone pinged. Mrs. McCall pulled it out of her scrubs and Stiles' recognized it as her own.
"It's Scott. He wants to know if you're ok." Stiles held out her right hand for the phone. Mrs. McCall hesitated but handed it over. Stiles threw it onto the counter near Boyd. Mrs. McCall frowned.
"Was that necessary?" Stiles frowned and refused to answer. Erica sensed the tension and managed to usher Mrs. McCall out of the room, she and Boyd promised to keep watch outside, leaving Stiles alone with her thoughts. It was several hours before they let someone through. That someone ended up being Lydia. She sighed heavily and sat down at the edge of Stiles' bed. Stiles reached out her left arm and hissed in pain. Lydia was near tears.
"I'm glad you're ok Stiles." Stiles reached across herself and patted Lydia with her right hand instead.
"Me too. I heard about Jackson... I'm sorry. I know how you felt about him." Lydia stood and walked over to the counter picking up Stiles' phone, which had pinged several times over the last hour.
"They won't let me see him." Stiles pulled herself up using her good arm. Lydia turned to her and Stiles held her arms open for a hug. Lydia accepted squeezing a bit hard making her ribs throb.
"You have seventeen messages from Scott." Lydia said somewhere near Stiles' collarbone. Stiles sighed.
"I know." Lydia pulled back and frowned.
"Are you ignoring him?" Stiles frowned down at her feet.
"Maybe." She wasn't sure why she hadn't contacted Scott. Maybe because somewhere deep down she'd thought it was him bursting into the basement to save them not Chris. Maybe she didn't want to deliver Gerard's message. She wasn't even sure. Lydia pulled back and glanced down at the phone in her hands. She went pale and handed the phone to Stiles.
"You're gonna want to read this one." Stiles glanced at her phone and swore.
'Jackson is going full Alpha Kanima anytime now. We need your help. We need Lydia. We don't know if the Pack can stop him since we're two short. Please Stiles.' Stiles sighed, she was so tired.
"How much do you know about this?" Lydia let out a breath.
"Pieces. So I'm not crazy." Stiles shook her head.
"No you're not crazy. Not sure why you didn't turn when Peter bit you. None of us are." Lydia whirled on her, she looked like she was just holding back from hitting the already injured girl.
"'Why didn't anyone tell me!" Stiles sighed.
"The more you know the more danger you're in. Do you really think this was done to hurt me?! Why do you think I've been ignoring Scott? Why do you think two werewolves are standing guard outside my door!" Stiles tried to take a deep breath and coughed violently. Lydia was shaking slightly.
"I need to see him." Stiles looked at Lydia for a minute. Then she spoke.
"Boyd, go get my jeep. Erica find me pants. We're going after Scott and Jackson." Lydia looked like she was going to say something, but Stiles continued. "All four of us." Lydia beamed.
The Kanima hissed and was about to lunge when the wooden wall burst open light flooding in as a very familiar blue jeep came barreling into the warehouse before slamming into the large scaled man who disappeared under the front end of it. Scott glanced up to smile at his best friend's impeccable timing but found a whimper slipping out of his mouth instead at he sight of her. She was paler than he'd ever seen her, though that might be the dark bruises on her face and the white cast on her left arm.
"Did I get him?" Scott noticed Erica and Boyd leaning forwards from the backseat of the Jeep. Then the Kanima leapt onto the hood and roared at the occupants.
"Jesus Crispity Christ!" Stiles swore ducking as the Kanima headbutted the windshield. All four people leapt out of the Jeep, Erica latching onto Stiles, helping keeping her standing, Scott realized as he spotted the splint on Stiles' right ankle. Lydia however advanced on the Kanima.
Derek refused to pay attention to the Kanima right now. If his research was right and he really hoped it was Lydia could save him. But what he was worried about right now was Stiles who reeked of the hospital and looked like she was in intense amounts of pain. He stepped between his Betas and the Kanima.
"What happened?" Stiles was the one who spoke.
"Later." The room went quiet again as they all watched as Jackson transformed from scaly Kanima to blue eyed wolf. While he and Lydia held each other, and wept Scott stepped over to Stiles.
"Are you ok?" Stiles shrugged.
"I never really had a shot there anyway. We both know that." Scott nodded frowning.
"Not what I meant." Stiles shook her head slightly.
"Oh yeah that, Gerard sends his regards." Scott growled but his was drowned out by Dereks.
"Gerard did this to you?" Stiles, Erica and Boyd nodded. Derek was suddenly glad that he had bitten the old man and Scott had poisoned him. But he whirled on the beta.
"You need to take better care of your pack McCall." Erica nodded.
"Yeah you both could learn some things from Stiles. She at least tried to get Boyd and me out of the psycho Argents basement." Erica turned to Chris. "No offence." Chris nodded slightly and Allison stared at him.
"You let them go?" Chris nodded.
"Yes I did. They've never hurt anyone. I drew a line, Gerard hurt innocents, hurt innocents to send a message, that's not the way we do things." Stiles wobbled slightly as Lydia pulled off her jacket and let Jackson cover himself with it. Erica and Boyd were at Stiles' side in moments. Stiles rolled her eyes but she was smiling slightly. She shot Lydia the thumbs up and rolled her eyes at Jackson.
"You're paying for the scratches you put in my Jeep." Jackson glanced at the Jeep, then at Lydia and smiled a genuine smile.
"That's fair. Also I think I'm gonna drop the restraining order." Stiles' smile slipped a little.
"You remember anything?" Jackson looked down at his feet.
"Bits and pieces." Lydia wrapped an arm around him.
"We'll get through this Jackson." Jackson nodded. Stiles nodded.
"Great, I'm going back to the hospital before Mrs. McCall isn't able to keep everyone out of my room anymore." Erica frowned.
"Maybe I should drive." Stiles shot her a look and Scott spoke up.
"Nobody drives the Jeep but Stiles, and her dad." Stiles nodded.
"Bet your ass! Now are you coming or not?" Erica grinned and pulled Boyd into the jeep. Stiles rolled her eyes and started the engine.
"No making out in my back seat you two." Erica laughed and laid a kiss on Boyd's cheek. Stiles rolled her eyes again before gunning her engine and driving off.
Soon Stiles was back in the hospital, Mrs. McCall having been kind enough to sneak her both in and out of the hospital to help the pack two of whom were now curled up in chairs around the room snoring lightly. Stiles had refused Mrs. McCall's offer of painkillers before but now she was sitting comfortably in a haze of morphine. Her father slipped into the room and smiled as Stiles tried to wave but only really managed to twitch her fingers. He sat down on the edge of her bed.
"You feeling ok?" Stiles head lolled as she tried to nod. So instead she spoke.
"Im goood." Her father stifled a laugh and ran a hand through her hair.
"That's good. I think we're gonna be ok Stiles." Stiles glanced around and her head lolled again as she yawned.
"I think so too." She said managing not to slur this time as her eyes began to droop closed. She felt her father pull the blanket higher up and brushed her hair out of her face laying a kiss on her forehead. He was right, Stiles thought as she slipped into the comfortable darkness, they would be alright.