Stiles woke with a start. He jolted forward he hit his side off the steering wheel, he held the brim of his nose with his fingers as his eyes tried their best to see a straight picture. He moaned lightly into his palms as the world span around him. Then he smelt it, the metallic smell he was so used too; he reached for his forehead and his fingers stained themselves with his blood. It didn't matter what his Dad said, or Lydia and Scott said, the person who would be angry at him for crashing his car, would be Allison. She knew that the pain and the blood were what drove his addition; the head wound wasn't going to help him from avoiding a rebound.

Stiles clambered out his car and fell onto his hands, his jumped up and opened the back off his car; he pulled out his bat and ran into the forest. He prayed that his mind would take him there, to the tree, to his Dad, to his honourable Mother. He kept his eyes closed and his feet did the work for him, then his ears did; he heard the faint screams of his friends and family. His brown Bambi- like eyes darted around, he saw the ceiling collapsing in on itself; he knelt down by his side and crawled under, he placed the bat upright and it held the surroundings of the roof. He looked at his Dad with wide eyes, his Dad then pointed to the bat, "I always said aluminium was better than wood." He joked; Stiles smiled and wrapped himself around his Dad.

The storm outside carried on, it got louder and louder; Stiles tried his best to conceal the pain he felt in his head. He detached himself from his Dad and held onto the bat with all the strength he head, he looked at Allison and smiled; she didn't return the favour, she pointed at the temple of her head and he shrugged his shoulders; she was of course referring the massive cut in the side of Stiles's head. If the world wasn't falling on them, Allison would have shouted at him until she got an answer.

A few minutes went by and the storm stopped, Stiles held onto the bat and they all looked up, "Is it over?" Allison asked.

Stiles and his Dad chuckled, they then embraced again. Stiles then leant back into the wall, "That looks like it has a story," Melissa said pointing to his head wound.

"Long story," the boy giggled, "but I might need my jeep towed."

"You crashed your car?" Allison exclaimed.

"Yes, if you didn't notice there was a massive storm on my way here." Stiles didn't mean to be angry with her, he was just sad that he hadn't been there sooner.

"You okay though?" Allison asked before Stiles's Father had a chance.

"Ship shape." Stiles smiled, his phone started to vibrate in his pocket; he reached for it and swiped it, "Scott." He said happily into the receiver.

"Hey, you okay?" Scott asked, he had phoned Stiles first; not Allison or Isaac, but Stiles. Allison was sure she saw a glimmer of happiness shine in Stiles's eyes.

"Yeah, we're okay." Stiles answered the wrong question, he didn't tell Scott that he was okay because it would have been a lie, he felt sick to the stomach, but he was going to say that out loud. "We're all okay." Everyone laughed, Allison smirked, but it didn't hide her concern; she was worried that Stiles might not be with it and this wound could be the made or break moment on if he carried on self-harming. "How 'bout you? You okay?" Stiles asked.

"Sort of." Scott can tell the truth, Stiles cannot.

"Do you think you can come and get us?" Stiles questioned.

"Yeah of course." Scott exclaimed.

"Great okay, um, bring a ladder." Stiles told him, they all laughed around him; they were all alive, everyone was okay – Stiles hadn't lost anybody, he had saved them with an aluminium bat. He hung up and placed the phone in his pocket, "He's coming." His eyelids started to close, but he fought to keep them open.

"You okay Stiles?" His Dad asked.

"Good." Stiles lied; you didn't have to be a werewolf to see that he wasn't fine.

"I'll go." Allison got onto her knees; she was the smallest one in the room apart from Stiles and she was the only one who could get to him without bringing a ton of rocks on top of them all. She cursed under her breath as the roof began to settle, Stiles's Dad held the bat with all his strength to keep the roof up. Allison reached for Stiles, "You're not okay." She stated, she bent down on her knees and held his cheeks in her hands.

"Stiles honey, were you unconscious?" Melissa asked.

Stiles nodded, "Yeah he was." Allison called back, "How long?" She asked Stiles.

"Just before I was meant to meet up with you, Isaac and Scott -" Stiles cut himself off because he was falling back into the abyss of darkness, "Then I woke up just before the roof tumbled on you."

"Stiles that's over an hour." Allison sighed; he shrugged it off, "Melissa, what do I do?"

"How bad is it?" Melissa asked in her nurse voice.

"Deep, the blood seems to have stopped." Allison took her jacket off and curled it into a ball, she placed it on his head; he moaned, "Sorry." She leant back next to him and his head fell into her shoulder, "Stiles..." she whispered, she held his cold form close to her side and curled her legs up as she kept pressure on his head wound.

"The adrenaline was keeping him up, when Scott's gets here; he needed to get Allison and Stiles out first." Melissa told them, "A head wound shouldn't been take lightly."

Allison saw the panic settling in the Sheriff, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of him."

"I know," Stilinski smiled; Allison's heart froze for a second, that wasn't a gentle remark. He meant that, but that would mean he knew about Stiles's self-harm. She looked at him with wide eyes, he nodded and she sighed, she looked at the ground. "Just keep my son safe."

"Of course," Allison closed her eyes tightly, she turned to Stiles and noticed tears were still present on his cheeks. "I promise." She murmured.

"I'm here!" Scott exclaimed, he bent down by the side; his eyes shot to the unconscious form of Stiles and the tired form of Allison, "What happened?"

"Car accident." Allison explained, Scott nodded and pushed himself on his front; Allison then laid Stiles on her knee and tried her best to pass the unconscious form over to Scott. She gently placed her hand under this head and waited into Scott had a firm grip on him, then she let go. Scott got Stiles out the lower ground, then Derek bent down and lifted him up; he then gently placed the boy on the ground, he put his jacket under his head.

"Scott, come here." Derek ordered, "I'll get them out, you stay with your friend." Scott smiled, he hopped up and knelt by Stiles's side; Allison found her own way out, Derek held out his hand and pulled her up; she charged to his side.

"We need to get him to the hospital," Scott sighed, "He's in pain."Allison looked at his veins as they turned black.

"Okay, Derek tell the others we're taking Stiles to the hospital!" Allison shouted, she took the keys of Derek; Scott scooped him up into his arms and bolted off to Derek's car with Allison close behind.

Allison sat in the back, Scott laid Stiles in the back; his head stayed on top of Allison's knees. "Wait!" Derek called, he ran around the corner with Melissa.

Melissa ran down and cracked the back down open; she lifted the boy's legs up and placed them on her legs, "Scott drive." She ordered.

He got in the driver's seat of Derek's car; he took the keys of Allison and sped away towards the hospital.

Melissa held Stiles's wrist in her hand, she sighed sadly and Allison looked up to her with teary eyes, "He was fine." She stated, "You can't tell me now that he isn't."

"Allison, a head wound sometimes takes a long time to do anything to hurt someone. Stiles needed to save us before he allowed his body to crumble." Melissa explained, "Look at me; he is going to be fine."

"Okay." Allison looked down at the pale face of her friend, "he better be."