Sorry! I know I hate seeing notes like this. I doubt I will ever get round to finishing this story.

Thought I would share a few bits I have written other time. Most are Nogitsune and Emma bits.

After Stiles/nogitsune defeats the Oni in the hospital.

When I finally found Stiles he was standing alone in a dimly lit room. Stepping into the room I couldn't help but slow down. My stomach churned uneasily as a tense energy flickered through the air. I frowned at the sensation. It was the feeling I got when I wanted to run but why would I run away. It was only Stiles.

He still hadn't turned to face me. I eyed him closely as I approached. If I hadn't been actively looking for him I would have probably overlooked him. His usually erratic movements had stilled and his shoulders were pulled back into a confident stance. My gaze shifted down over his entire body, confused by his statue like posture. My eyes narrowed when they reached the floor. A single firefly lay on the tiles, it's light flickering helplessly.

I frowned at the dying insect, I'd never seen a firefly glow before. We'd hunted for them as kids and dad had always laughed at us before saying we would struggle to find them in California. By the time my eyes traveled back up to Stiles face, he had turned to face me. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly. My gut twisted uncomfortably as our eyes met.

"Stiles? You okay?" Scott skidded into the room before I could question Stiles myself.

"I'm fine. Just needed some sleep."

"Yeah mum said." Scott nodded back at him before shifting his gaze over to me, "Thanks, she said you brought him in."

My stomach continued to twist uneasily and my lips pulled tightly back into a half smile. Finally pulling my eyes away from Stiles, I went to follow Scott from the room. Maybe I'd just eaten something bad at lunch. I went to glance back at the floor, Something inside insisting that the firefly was important. However, before I could an arm swung around my shoulder while the other clung to my arm steering me out into the corridor. I couldn't help but wonder if I'd bruise as his hand tightened around my bicep.

I eyed Stiles curiously as he lent into me, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Yeah. Thanks Em. What would we do without you?"

After Stiles MRI he asks Emma to get home away from the hospital. While driving home He jumps from the car at some traffic lights ands she follows.

I was done trekking through the woods aimlessly. Reaching out I grasped at his hand and pulled him to a holt. His entire body jolted from being forced into a sudden standstill. Something was wrong. Stiles was usually warm to the touch. I'd noticed it last year when I'd helped hide his drunken ass from his dad. The boy ran hot and over the last weeks I'd begun to find his warmth comforting, calming almost. But he wasn't warm.

A harsh coldness clung to his skin like a thin coating of frost. The chill from his hand sent a wave of dread into my heart. Lifting my eyes to meet his, I wasn't surprised to find the deeper chocolate tones glaring back at me. The vibrant hazel flecks I had become so familiar with were nowhere to be found.

"You're not Stiles."

A twisted smile clawed its way onto his lips as I aired my deduction. The boy turned to face me fully. He stood tall, his head held high as he sauntered toward me. I'd never seen Stiles move in such a confident way. Everything about him screamed wrong. What was it Deaton had called this creature? A Nogitsune.

"Clever girl." I cringed back as he approached, his patronising words only making me more aware of how un-Stiles-like this imposter was.

I continued to move backwards as he edged forward. His predatory gaze watching my every move. I'd thought about ringing Scott, calling for help but non-Stiles had shook his head the moment my hand had twitched. I'd seen enough monsters to know not to push it. I had no idea what a nogitsune was capable of but Deaton had seemed weary enough.

Never in my wildest dream had I thought Stiles, scrawny hyperactive Stiles, could be this intimidating. With each step forward my heart raced, I only stopped retreating when my foot moved backwards and the ground had vanished. I stupidly glanced round. Directly behind me was a hole, no larger than a freshly dug grave. Yeah the comparison wasn't lost on me. This had all been planned.

How very Stiles-like.

Everything had been planned from that first panicked look in the hospital hallway. He had practically herded me here! Pulling my eyes from the drop behind I opened my mouth to confront the imposter. But the threats never came out.

"Help me," the words barely passed his trembling lips. Stiles? Was he still in there? Had he managed to regain control? Any fight I had built up washed away as large hazel eyes met mine. I stepped forward,returning my foot to solid ground . My hand reaching up to rest on my friend's shoulder.

"Stiles? Hey it's okay we're going to ge.."

I didn't even have time to scream as I was sent tumbling backwards. Eyes wide and mouth opened in a silent curse, I fell into the grave. My side slammed into the hard earth below and I lay motionless for a moment as I tried to stop my head from spinning. A light cough made me pause as I went to move my arm that had been trapped underneath me in the fall. Ignoring the pain in my side I twisted my head round to look upwards. Stiles, no that was wrong, the Nogitsune was crouched at the edge of the hole peering down at me. My phone cradled in one hand and the other was waving back at me. I couldn't quite make out his expression but I knew I didn't like it.

"I thought that would be harder. I mean really. Do any of you ever learn? Oh, I wouldn't move around too much."

Glaring up at him I continued to shift my body weight round in an attempt to untangle myself. It was only when my elbow brushed against something metallic that I stopped. The floor wasn't empty. Pulling my eyes away from the grinning fox I found myself surrounded by bear traps. Each one glinting menacingly back at me. It was a miracle I hadn't landed on one. My head snapped back up to face him as a flash of light filled the hole.

After they catch Stiles and all go to Scott's house to decide what to do with him.

I stayed in the lounge. Constantly eyeing our captive from my perch in one of the McCalls large armchairs. His eyes had creased in the corners when I had first settled into the seat but he had soon lost interest when I didn't give him a reaction.

Melissa placed a glass of water on the table in front of me before moving towards the imposter. She had brought her first aid kit with her and began to dab at the partially healed wound on his stomach. I didn't watch, I didn't even lift my head to acknowledge him. My eyes never left the messy scrawl of notes in my lap.

That was until I heard Melissa's gasp, "Stiles?"

I shot to my feet sending my notes flying. The water she had placed on the table toppled to the side as I lunged forward. My hand firmly grasping her wrist as her fingers curled around the edges of the duck tape. I knew why she had done it. I could see the shimmering eyes pleading up at her. Though their expression darkened as I pulled her hand a way. Melissa brought her hand up to her mouth as his malicious gaze shifted between us. It didn't take long for her to leave the room.

Non-stiles watched me pack away Melissa's things silently. His eyes tracking my every move gleefully. I could practically hear his taunting. It wasn't until everything was packed away and I knew for certain I was the only one in the lounge that I looked up at him.

His eyes lit up at the attention. With one more quick glance over my shoulder I settled down in front of him. I kept myself low as not to attract any attention from the group talking in the kitchen. I knew what I needed to do. Pulling my knife out from its holder I pushed the tip into the flesh above his heart with just enough pressure to tear his already ripped T-shirt.

"I think Stiles would understand." I whispered as quietly as I could hoping that Scott was too busy planning to save the day to hear my words.

The nogitsune's eyes gleamed with mirth as they glanced between me and the group in the kitchen. I all but snarled at him as his eyes curved. I imagine his shoulders would have been shaking had he been able to move them. He was laughing at me! This evil, twisted monster was laughing as if I'd just told him a joke. I had every intention of plunging the blade into his chest and dealing with whatever consequences came my way. But, and there is always a but, I let out an involuntary yelp and flinched as he jerked his chin upward. His movements pushing the blade deeper into his skin. Drawing blood.

"Emma?"

I jumped up and hid the bloodied blade behind me. Lydia was leaning against the wall that led into the kitchen. Her eyes roamed over me, searching for an answer I wasn't giving her. Eventually her eyes settled on the paralysed body on the sofa. I could feel the boy's eyes burning into my back and I hoped he couldn't see my hands trembling. Lydia stepped forward clearly intending to question me further but paused when the doorbell rang out.

Everyone's eyes darted around the room as if trying to figure out who it could possibly be at the door. In an attempt to get out of their eyeline, to stash my blade, I darted to the side clumsy. My breath caught in my throat as I wrenched open the door and found Peter Hale.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" I almost slammed the door shut at his words. Almost.