Lydia Post Surgery
"Parrish. Are you here on official duty?" Melissa asked as Deputy Parrish came to the hospital front desk.
"I am. The Sheriff has asked that I take Lydia Martin's statement once she is out of surgery and awake."
"Well, she came out of surgery half an hour ago, and we're just waiting for the anaesthetic to wear off. Shall I show you to her room?"
"If you would be so kind."
"Of course," Melissa said and she led Parrish to Lydia's room. She was lying on her side, and she was unconscious.
"I will stay with her until she wakes up."
"I thought you would."
"Thank you," Parrish said and Melissa left him to it.
Parrish went over and made sure that Lydia was alright. Her breathing and pulse were good, and her skin had regained colour. Satisfied that she was doing alright, Parrish made himself comfortable on a chair and turned on the TV.
"Yeah, I can teach you. Are you feeling ok?" Parrish asked Lydia.
"Not really. My head and throat hurt from the anaesthetic. My body also hurts, but I've just had surgery so…"
"Does anything feel off or wrong?"
"No. No, it's ok."
"Good."
"I am tired though."
"Go back to sleep. I'm in no rush, and if Stilinski asks, you're still coming round from the anaesthetic."
"Thank you."
"It's my pleasure," Parrish said and Lydia fell back asleep.
Stiles Asleep
"Stiles?" Noah called into his house. Malia opened the door and he turned to her. "Malia. What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to see Stiles."
"Well, he's not here."
"Still?"
"Do you know where he is?"
"Yeah. He's at the school."
"Stiles? Oh man," Noah said as he saw Stiles asleep on the Bestiary. "At least he's studying."
"Yeah, about the supernatural."
"Stiles. Stiles, time to wake up," Noah said as he came over to his son. "Can you hear me? Stiles?"
"Stiles!" Malia shouted and Stiles jolted awake.
"What…? What's going on… what?"
"You didn't come home."
"Oh, hey dad," Stiles said with a smile.
"Let's go home. Come on."
"I've been asleep this whole time?"
"Yep."
"Yeah."
"Oh," Stiles said and his dad and Malia took him home.
Liam Hurt
"Hello?" Scott answered his phone from the hospital.
"It's Brett. We've got a situation. There's a scorpion hybrid, supernatural creature…"
"I know. It's Lucas."
"and Liam's hurt."
"Liam?"
"Yeah. We need you here. Now."
"I'm on my way," Scott said, and he hung up the phone.
"Scott. I've tried to stop the bleeding but…" Brett told Scott as he came over to them. Liam was unconscious, he had a deep wound and it was bleeding badly.
"We need to get him to Deaton."
"Ok," Brett said and he picked Liam up. Still bleeding from his wound, they rushed Liam to the animal clinic.
"What happened?"
"He was attacked by Lucas. A half werewolf, half scorpion."
"Half scorpion?"
"Yes. We need to help him Deaton."
"Alright, I need 200mg of apixaban."
"I'm on it."
"His heart's racing. Can you do anything for his wound?" Scott asked as he was putting pressure on Liam's wound.
"Not until I've got the apixaban."
"It's in. What else does he need?" Brett asked and they looked at him. "My mother was a doctor."
"We let it work, then I stitch him up."
"Ok," Brett said and he put the needle down. He released his grip on Liam's arm and Scott eased pressure on the wound, to see what would happen.
"It's working fast doc," Scott said and Liam's bleeding stopped. Quickly, Deaton stitched Liam up and Scott went over to Brett. "Thank you. You saved his life."
"You saved mine. I owe this to you Scott."
"I won't forget it."
"Please do. I just want to live a normal life."
"I don't think we have that choice."
"I do. For now at least. I can mask my scent, none is after me and my pack is far from Beacon Hills. I will support you Scott, but if my life is at risk, I will return to Satomi."
"I understand that."
"Scott…" Liam said weakly and Scott went over to him.
"Liam," Scott said as he took Liam's hand.
"What happened…?"
"You got hurt. Brett saved your life."
"Brett?"
"Yeah," Scott said as Brett came over.
"The werewolf Brett who likes Mason?"
"The very same," Brett said as he took Liam's hand from Scott. "Are you ok?"
"I will be. Thank you."
"I'm glad that you're alright," Brett said and he turned back to Scott.
"Thank you," Scott said and Brett smiled. He let go of Liam's hand and left the clinic. Scott retook Liam's hand and Deaton looked at Scott.
"He can survive on his own. And he's a powerful ally."
"I know."
"Focus on Liam, Scott."
"I will," Scott said and they turned their attention back to Liam, who was healing from his injury.
Scott & Mom
"I'm sure they'll come up with a reasonable explanation for the stingers in his arms. I guess it's better than trying to explain a tail."
"Better than the truth?"
"Maybe, this is the best that we can do for now," Melissa said and she looked at Scott. "Scott, I saw you lying on one of these. Your heart beat was slow, almost dead… slow. I hate that you have to deal with this, and that this is the world that you have to live in."
"Mom…"
"No. Scott, I am scared every single day for you. Stiles, Lydia, Kira, Liam. All your friends. I don't want to see any of you in here."
"How is Lydia?"
"She's recovering. She's alright."
"Good."
"Scott," Melissa said as she put a hand onto his cheek. "Please don't get killed."
"I'll try not to mom. I promise."
"A promise isn't good enough."
"Then what is?" Scott asked and Melissa looked down.
"Just try to survive. Don't risk your life for others."
"It's what I do anyway mom."
"I know and I wish that you wouldn't," Melissa said and Scott looked at her.
"Mom…"
"No."
"Mom. I take that from you. I want to help, and I would risk my life for other people's. You taught me that."
"But I'm not a werewolf."
"I know," Scott said and he took Melissa's hands into his own. "People come after me because I am an alpha. Mom, I'm already in danger."
"Don't you think I know that?!"
"I know. But I can't stop that. What I can do is help others. Just heal them, and Stiles and I will solve the route cause."
"Stiles…" Melissa said and she started to cry.
"Mom?"
"When that dark spirit was taking over him. He came to me for help. I gave him a sedative, put him to sleep. Scott, I made it worse. It took over him because of me."
"Mom…"
"No Scott. Stiles protects you and I made him sick. He is the reason that you're still alive and if I can make it worse then…" Melissa said before she started to cry.
"Mom…" Scott said and he hugged her. "All I can do is help others, it's all you can do. Stiles and his dad, they solve everything. They win against every villain we've faced with intelligence and carefully thought out solutions. You've saved so many lives, and don't you stop. Don't you stop," Scott said and Melissa smiled. "We're learning everyday, and so are you. Mom, you helped to save Stiles. That's what we do. We save people."
They went quiet for a few minutes, and Melissa spoke first.
"Let me save you."
"How?"
"By loving you. By being the mother I should have been."
"Mom… You're the only mother I ever needed," Scott and Melissa hugged him.
Stiles Almost Eaten
"Stiles!" Noah screamed as he entered the library. Donovan had vanished from the police station and Stiles had called 911 while gasping for air. "Stiles!" He screamed and Donovan looked up. He was trying to eat Stiles, stomach first. Stilinski fired his gun and Donovan fell. His clerk fired a taser and Donovan was secured. "Stiles. Stiles, it's dad. Can you hear me? Fuck!" Noah called.
"Dad…" Stiles gasped.
"I'm here. I'm here Stiles."
"Windigo. Dad, he's…"
"A Windigo, I've got it. Stiles, stay with me."
"I'm going to fucking kill him!" Donovan screamed.
"He… he…"
"Stiles. You're hurt," Noah told his son. Stiles's head was bleeding and he was shaking. "Stiles, breathe."
"Dad…"
"We need an ambulance, now!"
"I need you to call one. The taser isn't holding him," The Clark said and Noah called Scott.
"Sheriff?"
"You need to get to the school, right now."
"What's happened?"
"Donovan is a Windigo. Stiles is hurt and we need you to contain him."
"I'm on my way," Scott said and he hung up on Noah.
"Stiles? … Stiles? Stiles!" Noah called, but Stiles had passed out. "Shit."
"Argh!" Stiles shouted as he woke up.
"Woah. Son, you're ok," Noah said and Stiles looked at him.
"Dad?"
"Yeah. You're in hospital. Donovan is in a jail cell."
"What… happened?"
"You were pulled through a bookcase. You've got a bad concussion and a wound on your shoulder."
"Donovan…"
"He's a Windigo. Scott's taking care of it."
"Dad…"
"He attacked you at school Stiles. I'm really sorry that we weren't there earlier but…"
"You didn't know. Dad, I played it off when he said that he was going to kill you."
"Stiles, you weren't to know that,,,"
"I played it off dad," Stiles said and Noah went quiet. "He made a threat to your life and I shrugged it off like it was nothing."
"I get threats everyday Stiles, but…"
"People are being turned. Into something nonhuman, but outside the rules of the supernatural."
"The supernatural have rules?"
"Yes. And someone's breaking them. We don't know how or why yet but…"
"Stiles, you could have been killed. Donovan, he was trying to eat you."
"He's a Windigo so…"
"Shut up. I was scared, really scared. Stiles, he was trying to not kill you but…"
"Dad…" Stiles said as he opened his eyes and looked at him. "I'm alright."
"You almost were not."
"Is he really secure?"
"Scott is on it. And these people, even if they are breaking the rules of the supernatural, I'm more concerned with why Donovan was trying to kill my son."
"You ruined his dad's life."
"What? … oh," Noah said as he realised.
"His T9 vertebrae. Donovan blames you for his paralysis."
"I was scared. Stiles I… I was a deputy and…"
"I don't blame you dad. But Donovan does. If he gets out… he's going to kill us. Both, of us."
"I know."
"Are you working on it?"
"I'm trying to."
"Dad, I'm scared."
"Stiles."
"I'm scared of these people. I'm scared that Scott can't hold them. He was going to kill me…"
"I know. I know," Noah said and he hugged Stiles. "But we will do what we always do. Solve the case."
"The doctors."
"Solve it Stiles. I will talk to Scott. Donovan will be contained."
"I fucking hope so," Stiles said and he hugged his father.
At The Scene, Donovan is dead
"Stiles?" Noah asked his son.
"He tried to kill me dad."
"Really?"
"He's a Windigo. He was coming after me and then…"
"I know what he is. Stiles, I'm not mad," Noah said as he came over to his son. Stiles stepped back. "Stiles?"
"This wound, here," Stiles said and he showed his father his shoulder, the wound was deep, red and bleeding. Noah's face turned pale.
"Stiles…"
"He did that. Dad, he was trying to kill me. He chased me, said that he was going to eat my legs, he…"
"Stiles. Your body is full of adrenaline. Look at me. Look at me!" Noah shouted and Stiles looked at him.
"He pulled me through a bookcase."
"What?"
"He was going to kill me. Dad…"
"Ok, you're in shock."
"Stilinski," Parrish said as he came over. He saw Stiles and became concerned. "Stiles? Are you alright?"
"Stiles!" Noah called as Stiles collapsed and he fell into his arms. "Stiles!"
"Is he ok?"
"What do you think!" Noah shouted as he cradled his son in his arms. Stiles was gasping and Noah lay him on the ground.
"He's hurt pretty badly," Parrish said.
"What makes you say that?"
"His head is bleeding, so is his shoulder. He's clearly in shock and if I knew anything about the supernatural, I would say that Donovan was going after him. In order to eat him. As a Windigo," Parrish explained and Noah looked at him.
"My son is unconscious, but he is the sole witness to a young boy's death and the number one suspect for his death!"
"He was forced into it Sheriff. It was self defence."
"I don't care!" Noah shouted and Parrish paused.
"What matters more? Your job, or your son?" He asked and the world went silent. Noah looked at Stiles, and he decided.
"We need to get him to a hospital."
"I'll call for an ambulance."
"Thank you."
"What about Donovan?" Parrish asked as he called 911.
"I will go to jail with Stiles if I have to," Noah replied. "It was self defence."
Sheriff Station Confession
"Dad."
"Not now Stiles."
"Yes. Now," Stiles said and Noah looked up from his desk.
"What is it?"
"I killed someone."
"What?" Noah asked in disbelief, unsure if Stiles was joking.
"Donovan, he…"
"Stiles?" Noah asked and tears pricked at Stiles's eyes.
"He came after me. Dad, at the school… he tried to kill me…"
"Stiles," Noah said and he closed the door to his office.
"He's a Windigo and he… he blames you for his fathers death and he came… he was going to eat me and…"
"Stiles, slow down. What's a Windigo?"
"I…"
"Stiles? Stiles!" Noah called as Stiles collapsed and he rushed over to him.
"Arrest me. I killed him. Dad, I…"
"Parrish! Get in here!" Noah called and Parrished came in. As he did so, Stiles passed out.
"Sheriff?"
"Get a pair of handcuffs. Stiles has just confessed to murder, but he claims that the killer was trying to kill him."
"So it's self defence?"
"We need an ambulance. Now."
"Ok."
"Handcuffs and an ambulance."
"I'm on it sir," Parrish said, and he went about his duty, unsure what Sheriff Stilinski was talking about.
"Stay with me Stiles," Noah begged his son.
Stiles moved and the handcuffs rattled.
"Urh…"
"Stiles. You're awake," Noah said.
"Dad…"
"I'm here."
"My wrist I…" Stiles said before he moved it and realised what was happening. "Dad…"
"You confessed to murder Stiles. I had to."
"Where am I?"
"You're in the hospital. You collapsed and I asked Parish to…"
"The school?" Stiles asked. "You found…?"
"We found his body."
"Fuck!" Stiles shouted.
"When you're awake, we will need your full statement."
"I need my dad…" Stiles said and Noah took a deep breath.
"Stiles."
"I need my dad." He insisted, and Noah stopped. "Are you here as a cop, or my father?" Stiles asked. He knew that being handcuffed in hospital was normal for a criminal, but was he with the Sheriff or his father?
"A cop," Stilinksi answered. "You confessed to murder Stiles."
"He tried to kill me dad!" Stiles shouted.
"I heard only the rantings of a shock induced man! What am I supposed to believe?" Noah asked.
"Me. You're supposed to believe me," Stiles said, and Melissa came into the room.
"Noah. How is… he?" She asked as she saw them both. "Stiles, you're awake."
"Get him away from me. Now!" Stiles shouted.
"He's on official duty, I'm afraid I can't."
"Please… it was defence. He was going to kill me. Melissa…" Stiles begged. Melissa swallowed and focused.
"I need to take your vitals Stiles."
"Why won't anyone believe me!" Stiles screamed.
"Enough!" Noah shouted back and Stiles went silent. He was the criminal. He knew enough to know that confessing had been the wrong decision. He closed his eyes and "passed out".
He felt Melissa's hands on his neck and then her stethoscope on his chest.
"He's faking it," He heard his father say and it broke his heart. Melissa stabbed him with a needle and dropped his hand onto his face. Stiles let his hand hit him.
"He's not faking," Melissa said.
"Stiles?" His father asked. Bullshit. They did not care about him. "Stiles, can you hear me? Stiles!"
"His vital signs are good."
"Should I be doing this Melissa?"
"He confessed to murder."
"He said that Donovan tried to kill him. That he tried to eat him."
"Donovan was a Windigo."
"That's confirmed?"
"It is."
"Shit. Is he ok?" Noah asked and Stiles felt Melissa take his pulse.
"His pulse is a little fast, but he's alright."
"What have I done? I've arrested my own son for murder."
"He confessed to it. I need you to take the handcuffs off, I'm worried about why he's passed out for a second time."
"Ok," Noah said and he removed the handcuffs. Melissa tested Styles's eyes, and Stiles remained as limp as he could.
"Ok. I need to call for support."
"Stiles. Stay with me," Noah begged him. They knew that he was innocent, they just had procedures to follow. As much as Stiles understood the situation, he remained "unconscious".
6 months in jail. Manslaughter was the charge that Stiles got in the end for self defence. He had defended himself but 'unreasonable loss of life had been sustained'. Stiles took a long time to forgive his father for what he had done, but he took even longer to get over Donovan's death. It had been in self defence, but he had killed someone. That stayed with Stiles for life.
Stiles Killed
Last seen by Malia at 54 26.2
With blood on his hands, Stiles put the phone back onto its handle. He was breathing heavily, but weakly. The wound that Donovan had inflicted was deep and bleeding badly. He turned to look at Donovan and raised a hand to the wound.
"Woah," He said as his vision swam. He was feeling sick, dizzy and nauseous. "No. No, Stiles come on," He told himself, and he took a step towards Donovan. His phone was ringing and he had to get to it. "Argh!" He cried out and he fell. His body was numb and his breathing had become frantic, but air was not getting into his lungs. He gasped and gasped, but he wasn't getting better. "No. No…" He gasped as blood poured out from his body. "No. Dad…" Stiles whispered, but he fell unconscious.
The police arrived and entered the library. The officer was shocked and horrified when he saw Donovan's impaled corpse and then Stiles, who's life was fading with every moment that passed.
"Dispatch, I've got two casualties. I need back up."
"Copy that, are you in danger?"
"I don't know," The officer said before he went over and took Stiles's pulse. "Oh shit," He said as he realised who Stiles was. He had a pulse, but it was fading fast. Judging by the blood loss, Stiles was going to die before any paramedics arrived, but the officer had to try. "Dispatch, I've got Stilinksi's son here and I need an ambulance right now."
"Copy, one's being sent out to you now."
"What the hell happened?" The officer asked as he took in the scene.
"Stiles!" Noah called as he ran into the hospital and Melissa immediately came over to him.
"Sheriff."
"Where is he? I was told that there was an incident at the school and he was brought in."
"Stiles was but…"
"But what? Where is he?" Noah demanded and Melissa swallowed and took a deep breath in.
"He's not a patient."
"What? Then where is he? The officer said that he had been severely injured."
"Yes, he had been."
"Had been? Why… why are you talking like that? He had been?"
"I'm really sorry Noah," Melissa said and a mix of anger and denial crossed Noah's face.
"No. No. I don't know what it is that you want to tell me but it's not… he's not…"
"He bled out at the scene, there was nothing that could be done for him."
"No…" Noah said, and he stepped away from Melissa as tears came to his eyes. "No…"
"Noah…"
"NO!" Noah screamed and everyone was taken aback. The Sheriff then fell to his knees and he started to cry into his hands. Melissa knelt beside him, and they remained there.
When they finally made it to the morgue, Melissa stood beside Noah and he looked at his son.
"Who did this to him?"
"Donovan. Scott has confirmed that he was a Windigo."
"He's dead too?"
"Yes. He was impaled," Melissa said and Noah took a shaky breath in. He looked at Stiles's body and noticed the dry blood on his hands.
"The blood here… on his hands it…" Noah said before he raised his hand to his face to stop himself from crying.
"Hey. We don't have to do this now Noah."
"Why is it dry? It's not connected to the wound and…"
"From Donovan's injuries, the steel pole that impaled him would have fallen from a great height," Melissa said and Noah looked at her. "The pin that held all the steel poles in place was missing."
"The pin…?" Noah asked before he looked at his son and realised what had happened. "Oh no," He said as he covered his mouth.
"Noah?"
"Donovan was a Windigo?"
"He was."
"Stiles would never kill someone in cold blood. But if he was in danger, or being attacked. I think that he pulled that pin. He pulled that pin and a steel pole impaled Donovan."
"It was self defence," Melissa finished. "See here, the wound on his right shoulder."
"I do."
"It's a bite mark."
"He was attacked."
"And he surcame to his injuries before we could get to him," Melissa finished and Noah went quiet. She watched Noah for a few moments before she spoke. "I'm going to call Scott. We're going to get you back to our house tonight. You should not be alone Noah."
"No… no," Noah whispered and Melissa carefully covered Stiles's body up with the white sheet.
"Come on, I need to sit you down," Melissa said and she took Noah outside, to somewhere that was safe.
"Mom," Scott said as he arrived.
"Honey," She said and she hugged him. Scott was crying and tears stained his face. Noah looked up and Melissa drew back from her son, placing her hand onto his cheek. "We all need to look after each other ok?"
"Yeah," Scott said and Melissa kissed him before she drew him back into a hug.
"How are your friends?"
"Devastated. Lydia passed… she passed out. Malia's broken and Liam… I can't believe that he's gone."
"None of us can."
"Was he really attacked?"
"Yes. He killed Donovan in defence of himself," Melissa said and she held her son as he cried. "Ok. Scott, we need to get the Sheriff home."
"Which home?"
"Our home. I don't think that he should be alone."
"No," Scott agreed.
Carefully, Scott took Noah back to their house and he made a bed for him on the sofa. Grief took its toll and everyone grieved Stiles in their own time and their own way.
Stiles Blacks Out
"Stiles?" Noah asked as he came into Stiles's room. "Stiles?" Noah asked as he saw him lying on the ground. "Stiles, are you ok? Stiles?" Noah asked as he knelt beside him. "Can you hear me? Stiles?" He asked, before he looked at the board. "Donovan?"
The sheriff had a closer look and he became worried. He went back over to Stiles and knelt down.
"Stiles? Stiles, wake up."
"Gone… gone, the body was… gone…" Stiles whispered.
"Stiles?"
"It was self… self, he…" Stiles said before he started gasping for air.
"Stiles. Stiles, come on."
"Dono… Donovan…" Stiles said before he fully passed out.
"Stiles? Stiles, wake up. Stiles?"
"Arh," Stiles gasped as he woke up.
"Stiles," Noah said. Stiles was lying on his bed and his dad was holding a cold cloth to his forehead. "You've been having cold sweats."
"What happened?"
"You passed out. You were distressed and I've seen your notes about Donovan on the board."
"What?" Stiles asked, and his heart rate started to rise.
"I need you to tell me everything that's happened."
"Everything?"
"Everything," Noah said and Stiles, who was still shaking, confessed to what had happened.
"It's not your fault," Noah said once he had finished. "If it happened as you say it did, it was self defence."
"It was. But the body… the body's gone."
"Then we need to find out what's happened to it."
"Are you mad?"
"No. Not right now. You're alright and…"
"Argh," Stiles winced.
"What's wrong?"
"My shoulder," He said as he raised his hand up to his right shoulder. Noah pulled his shirt down and reeled at the disgusting wound on Stiles's shoulder.
"Donovan did that?"
"Yeah. In the parking lot."
"Ok. I'm going to get the first aid kit," Noah said and he got it before he returned to Stiles.
"What's going to happen to me?"
"I would recommend telling your friends. But without a body or any evidence, there is no reason why anyone should believe that a crime was committed."
"So I pretend that it never happened?"
"Not to the ones you love the most. But if you want to stay out of jail for confessing to manslaughter or murder."
"It wasn't murder dad."
"I know that, but I can't say what a judge will believe. We will keep it between us."
"Ok."
"There, all bandaged," Noah said as he finished treating Stiles's shoulder.
"Thanks dad."
"Get some rest. Both you and I need to get some rest. You could have died tonight."
"I know. Thanks dad," Stiles said and Noah let his son get some much needed rest.
Telling Scott
"Are you going to be okay in there?" Scott asked Stiles.
"Yeah. Why?"
"You just seem a little off."
"I think we're all a little off."
"Maybe some of us more than others."
"I also think I might have stopped her from killing Lucas."
"Okay. Wasn't he trying to kill you, though? I mean, that just sounds like self-defence."
"It was more than that. I mean, she nearly took off his head."
"Maybe she had no choice. There's gotta be a point where self-defence is justified. Tracy killed her own father. And Lucas would have killed you."
"They're not the bad guys. They're the victims. We shouldn't be killing the people we're supposed to save," Scott said and Stiles looked down. "Are you sure that you're ok?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," Stiles said as touched his shoulder.
"Is your shoulder ok?" Scott asked and Stiles looked at him. "You keep touching it, and your heartbeat's rising."
"Ok," Stiles said and Scott watched him as he became nervous. "Lucas wasn't the last Chimera," Stiles said and it got Scott's attention. "Donovan attacked me last night at the school."
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I am. Mostly."
"What is he?"
"He's a Windigo."
"Where is he now?"
"I…" Stiles said before he touched his shoulder and looked down.
"Stiles? What is it? What happened?"
"It was self-defence. He was coming after me and he was going to kill me Scott."
"Stiles… what did you do?"
"I saved myself. I had to," Stiles said and Scott became very concerned. "I pulled a pin and steel bars fell down. Donovan was… he was impaled on one of them."
"That's why I smelt blood at the school."
"Someone took his body. Just like Tracey and Lucas, I called 911 but his body was already gone."
"You killed him?"
"I defended myself. Scott, I had to. Argh!" Stiles yelled as he touched his shoulder.
"Stiles? Are you ok?" Lydia asked as she came over and supported him. "Oh," Lydia said as she pulled Stiles's jumper back and saw the wound.
"Holy… What happened?"
"He killed Donovan."
"It was self defence."
"Donovan did this to you?"
"He attacked me. He was going to eat me."
"When did this happen?"
"Last night. Scott please, I had no choice."
"There's always a choice Stiles."
"Not in that moment. If I hadn't pulled that pin, it would have been my body that the police found at the school."
"We need to treat this. Stiles, sit down," Lydia said and she helped Stiles to take a seat in the jeep.
"Scott please. I can't believe what I did, but I had no choice," Stiles told him a few minutes later.
"It's ok. I know that you're not a killer. If you felt like you had no choice, I trust you. And he really did hurt you."
"He did. Scott, I…"
"It's ok," Scott said and Stiles finally started to cry as he let the shock of the situation take over him.
Finding Scott & Kira
"Stiles!" Lydia called as they left Eichen house and she saw found Scott and Kira lying at the bottom of the stairs.
"Are they ok? What happened to them?"
"I don't know," Lydia said as she knelt down and took Scott's pulse. "I think he's been electrocuted."
"Kira. He must have carried her outside. Is he ok?"
"His pulse is weak. We have to get him to Beacon Memorial."
"We will."
"Is Kira ok?"
"Yeah, yeah I think so."
"Can you lift Scott?"
"I can try," Stiles said and together they got Scott and Kira into Stiles's jeep.
"Scott? Scott, can you hear me?"
"Mom…?" Scott asked as he came round and Melissa smiled as she took his hand.
"I'm here. I'm here darling."
"What happened?"
"You were electrocuted."
"Kira."
"Yeah. Something happened at Eichen House and you carried her out. You were electrocuted by her foxfire."
"Yeah... It hurt."
"I bet it did. You're healing Scott, so just relax."
"Ok. Where am I?"
"The hospital. Scott and Lydia brought you in."
"Kira?"
"She's at home. She's alright. Get some rest darling."
"I will," Scott said and he fell asleep.
"How is he?" Stiles asked Melissa as he came to the reception desk at the hospital.
"He's fine. He's at home and resting in bed."
"Good."
"Thank you for bringing him in yesterday Stiles."
"It's alright. I'm just glad that he's doing ok."
"He's going to miss school today, but he should be in tomorrow."
"Ok."
"Speaking of which, you need to be there. Scoot."
"Yeah. Thanks," Stiles said, and he left.
Lydia Faints
"Lydia? Lydia? Oh my gosh," Sydney said before she rushed into the school corridor. She was going to find Lydia's mother when she bumped into Scott.
"Sydney. Are you ok?"
"It's Lydia. She's collapsed, I need to find Mrs Martin."
"Ok. Where is she?"
"In Mrs Martin's office."
"Ok. You find Lydia's mother and I'll make sure that she's alright."
"Ok. Ok…" Sydney said, and she rushed off. Theo joined Scott and they went to Mrs Martin's office.
They found Lydia sitting against a wall, and she was slowly coming back to consciousness.
"Lydia. Lydia, hey," Scott said as he knelt in-front of her. "Lydia. Are you ok?"
"I'm ok. I'm fine."
Scott's Asthma Attack
Scott used the inhaler and looked at Liam.
"Thanks."
"Ok everyone. Show's over," Mrs Finch said and everyone left.
"...what do you mean, I…" Stiles said as he appeared. "Scott. You ok?" Stiles asked as he came over and joined Liam kneeling beside Scott.
"Yeah."
"What happened?"
"He had an asthma attack."
"You haven't had an asthma attack for years Scott."
"I know."
"He could barely breathe," Liam told Stiles.
"Are you alright now Scott?" Mrs Finch asked him.
"Yeah. I'm ok."
"Do you need to go to the hospital? Should I call your mom?"
"Maybe. Stiles, call her," Scott told him.
"Ok. I'll call her now."
"Just relax Scott. You're going to be alright."
"Can you breathe ok?"
"Yeah. … Thanks Liam."
"Scott's had an asthma attack," Stiles told Melissa over the phone. "He's alright now, Liam got him an inhaler. I don't know why. We're at school and we're going to keep an eye on him. Yeah, we will. Ok, see you then," Stiles said before he hung up. "Your mom's going to pick you up once school's over."
"Ok."
"Liam, Stiles, help him to go to the nurses office."
"Yep. Are you ok Scott?" Stiles asked as they gave him a hand to stand up.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright."
"You can tell us what you saw on the way," Stiles said as they left the classroom.
Parrish Learns About Stiles
"I need to call it in. No, I need to turn myself in."
"I don't think that's such a good idea."
"You just told me that I'm the one taking the bodies. I've attacked other law enforcement officers. That's a criminal offence."
"And you attacked Stiles."
"Stiles?" Parrish as he stopped. "What are you talking about?"
"We took a body to the animal clinic. Stiles and Theo monitored it to find out what was taking them. You came, flipped the jeep and it was set on fire."
"Stiles was inside when this happened?" Parrish asked and Lydia turned to him.
"He was."
"Is he ok? I know he is but…"
"We didn't know that it was you at the time. You didn't know what you were doing and…"
"But was he ok?"
"Theo pulled him out. He inhaled smoke and had a few minor injuries but… yes. He was ok."
"I could have killed him."
"But you didn't. You did it to get them out of your way. You're only dangerous when people stop you taking the bodies."
"But why would I get so aggressive? Am I trying to cover the deaths up?"
"No, you're not trying to cover them up you…" Lydia said before she stopped. "Actually, maybe you are."
"What?"
