Shouldering my bag Monday morning day two after hostage station night I head out of my room at the same time as Scott.
I open my mouth to say 'morning' however mom's door clicking shut sounds down the hall gaining our attentions. Scott flicks his eyes back to me and I nod my head down towards her door.
He takes quick steps past me, over to her door and knocks softly "Mom?– Mom, we're gonna have to talk about this eventually."
I come to a stop just behind him, moving my eyes from her door to the back of his head she hasn't said anything since that night
Scott sighs and continues talking to her door "Okay. I'm going– I love you" at the continued silence I set my hand on his shoulder and he looks over at me. I offer him a small smile and jerk of my head towards the stairs.
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It's been a couple of days being back at school, Friday to be exact, since the police station attack. In that time we have found out that Gerard, Chris and Allison were there that night– also the ones who shot out the windows.
Allison had joined forces with them and according to Scott looked beyond ready to kill Derek when he ran into her in the hall at the station after he left the room with us.
Her mom died the night of Lydia's party– which explains why we couldn't find her when we were searching for Lydia.
Everyone around town and school are saying that her mom committed suicide, but she was actually bit– by Derek the night she was trying to kill Scott poetic justice– or just plain sad– haven't decided yet
With their family being what they are, their code basically forced her hand to kill herself since being a werewolf was a zero percent option. Hard to feel bad when she almost killed Scott, however Allison is my best friend so my heart is with her side of this being all sorts of fucked up.
Speaking of Derek– Isaac, Erica, and Boyd are all 'missing' and the school is calling them runaways that we need to contact an adult if we see them anywhere. They're really in hiding though since Gerard has made it his mission to kill them.
Someone– strongly believed by us to be Gerard– killed Matt by drowning him in the river about a mile from the station also poetic justice but I feel less sad about it
Once the police linked Matt to the murders they searched his house and found the stalker lair of his room and his fantasy relationship with Allison.
Noah informed Stiles, who naturally told me, and my stomach churned at the discovery. I'm just grateful he will never be able to harm her or anyone else ever again.
Lydia has been around though she won't talk to anyone about her party or what happened, or why she basically drugged the entirety of the party population– because she doesn't remember.
Noah was reinstated as the Sheriff and all was okay for the time being, though my gut says that even with Matt gone– we're not out of the woods of something else happening in regards to the Kanima that we still have no idea how to kill or cure with its manifest destiny crap the bestiary talks about
I close my locker, immediately jumping back when I see Stiles just casually leaning against the locker next to mine "Holy sweet jesus, why didn't you say anything?"
He just shrugs and fidgets with his lacrosse stick "A lot on my mind I guess, just wanted to see how you were holding up" he raises his brows and nods towards my jean covered leg.
I nervously tuck a piece of hair behind my ear as I answer him "I've had more stitches put on me in these last few months than the entirety of my life, but it's healing alright I guess– mom has to clean it and bandage it for me because of where it's at, but luckily it wasn't very deep."
He nods and goes back to tying the knot on his net "Has she said anything since–"
I shake my head and lean my back on the lockers next to him "No which makes everything just ten times worse that she won't even ask questions– Scott's dying to talk to her, or make her see that he's still him," I sigh and close my eyes "I don't really know what he's hoping to accomplish by talking to her– I think she just needs some time though."
He chuckles, causing me to open my eyes and see him turn towards me, leaning one shoulder on the lockers "It has to be pretty fucking end of the world level freak out to see your son all wolfed out."
I offer my own chuckle "After watching him be shot AND then taunted by a swamp monster wanna be– damn we're lucky she's even still sharing a house with us" he smiles and makes a noise of agreement at my statement before letting out a sigh.
Resting the back of my head on the locker I tilt my head to the side towards him "How're you holding up?"
He shakes his head and looks to the floor quickly "I'm fine"
At my raised brow response he makes a noise in his throat and continues "Yeah, well aside from the not sleeping, and the constant, overwhelming, crushing fear that something terrible is about to happen."
"Hyper-vigilance" I offer with a nod, before facing forward and continuing "The persistent feeling of being under threat."
He sighs and leans his back onto the lockers again, facing forward with me and clearing his throat "But it's not just a feeling, though. It's– it's like it's a panic attack. You know, like I can't even breathe."
"Like you're drowning?" I mumble softly and keeping his head on the lockers he looks over at me whispering "Yeah."
My lip twitches with a sad smile and I turn my head towards him as he clears his throat "What if this gets worse Adds, what if it's agony now and then– then it's just hell later on?"
I bring my notebook up against my chest and cross my arms over it, shrugging a shoulder "Well we can always think about something Winston Churchill said 'If you're going through hell– keep going'."
He chuckles and offers a lopsided smile before he stands up from his lean "See, there was a reason I felt I needed to come to you first– I don't feel the need to go to the guidance counselor anymore."
Offering his elbow out towards me I chuckle, pushing my back off the locker and link my arm with his as we walk out to the parking lot "I mean I'm not very wise, so she may be able to help more."
He just shakes his head continuing to look forward "You're the wisest person I know, Addy McCall."
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Walking up the stairs I hear the voice of none other than Gerard coming from Scott's room. I quicken my steps reaching the door and gasp at what I see before me.
Scott freshly showered staring at Gerard sitting casually and smirking back at him, the Kanima on the ceiling in the corner by the window holding mom around her neck by its tail he's the new master, greeeat
Gerard chuckles "As you can see dear McCall twins, there's been some interesting developments lately. I think we should catch up."
Scott and I look at eachother and back to the Kanima who hisses over mom's grumbles for breath.
Scott flicks his claws out of his hand and Gerard clicks his tongue "Come on, Scott, let's be realistic about who's got the upper hand here."
"Let her go" Scott eerily whispers out earning Gerard to smirk "Can't do that. But let her live?– that's up to you."
"What do you want?" I take a step farther into the room and get a Kanima hiss directed at me, however my eyes never waver their glare at this psychotic geriatric pain in my ass.
Gerard smirks flicking his eyes from me and over to Scott "I want to talk to your brother who hasn't been answering his phone."
My head flicks to Scott seeing him close his eyes with that cat out of the bag information.
He sighs, opening his eyes and connects them with Gerard "Let her go, and we can talk about whatever you want"
Gerard stands up and walks closer towards the corner mom is dangling in, however he stops at the end of Scott's bed "I want the same thing that I have always wanted– I want Derek and his pack."
I cross my arms and look between the two who have obviously been conspiring for quite some time why didn't Scott tell me?
I shake my head as Scott furrows his brows "You have them all in hiding. How am I supposed to know where they are?"
"I think with the proper motivation, you could draw them out. And if you hadn't noticed, I now have a fairly impressive means by which I can motivate people."
He looks back towards his pet who is very good at hissing on commandbefore he continues "Why do you think I'm able to control him?– Oh, you two know the myth– the Kanima is a weapon of vengeance."
I scoff and turn towards him "This is about Kate?"
Gerard flicks his eyes from Scott over to me and nods once "I didn't just come here to bury my daughter. I came to avenge her" he states before the Kanima drops mom and crawls on the ceiling out of the room, and down the hall with Gerard walking slowly after him.
Scott and I rush forward towards mom, I set my hands on her shoulders as she leans forward and coughs trying to catch her breath.
"Are you okay?" we mutter and she sits up setting her hands on the floor as she shakes her head "Oh, I don't know what's happening. I don't know what that thing was or even what you are Scott, but whatever he wants, just give it to him."
Scott looks to me and shakes his head "Mom, it's not that easy."
"Do what he wants– just give him what he wants," Mom shakily counters and keeps her eyes on the floor in between the three of us.
"I don't know if I can" Scott digresses and I lean my head on mom's shoulder. She hiccups and sets her hands on both of ours.
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"Addy wait!" I hesitate on the bottom step of the stairs and turn around slowly to see Scott at the top of the stairs.
I haven't talked to him since Gerard crashed into our life last night. He was at work earlier so it was easy to forget as I got ready for the Championship game tonight seeing's how I can't ignore him forever, might as well hear him out now
He looks surprised that I stopped and moves his mouth like he's debating what he's going to say.
I let out a soft sigh as I turn back around and reach over the banister for my jacket on the hook "Look Scott–"
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about working with Gerard" he rushes out interrupting my words.
I stop my movements and flick my eyes up to him before I continue with putting my arms in the sleeves, reaching both hands back to move my hair out from inside the jacket.
Dropping my arms back to my side I let out a soft sigh and shake my head "I'm not mad so much as I'm upset you didn't feel like you could tell me– I thought that we were a team–"
"We are!" he bellows and then grimaces with his outburst before he tries softer "We are, Addy that has nothing–" he sighs and walks down the last few steps until he's on the one above me.
Reaching forward he sets his hands on my shoulders and continues "I just need you to trust me– trust that I have a plan and I will tell you soon."
I shrug and offer a sad smile "I'll always trust you, Scotty."
He nods and drops his hands from my shoulders "Jackson is playing tonight."
I jerk my head back with that information bomb "What, how do you know that?" what is Gerard planning with his psycho little pet?
"Isaac came by the vet's office earlier– he also informed me that him, Erica, and Boyd are leaving tonight during the game."
"I can't believe he's playing like nothing happened the other night and I also can't believe they're leaving Derek like that"
He shrugs his shoulders "I guess they're– trying to find a new pack away from the threat here."
I furrow my brows and offer a scoff at that "Isn't that complete opposite of what it means to be in a pack? Just running away and finding someone new instead of standing your ground and fighting for the people you already have?"
Scott just smiles and I bring my hands up to rest on my hips, raising a brow at him "What?"
Never dropping the smile he just shakes his head and shoulders his lacrosse bag before nodding towards the door "Nothing, lets go. Stiles is almost here"
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I'm waiting outside of the locker room waiting for the players to all be changed and ready for the game when mom walks up to me "Hey sweetie" I stand up from my lean on the wall "Hey, did you need Scott?"
She nods just as Danny walks out of the locker room "Coast is clear, Addy."
I look over to him and smile "Thanks for looking out for my innocent eyes" he chuckles, shaking his head as he walks back inside.
I look back to mom and nod my head towards the door "Come on"
"He's cute" she whispers towards me and I can't help the chortle that follows "I'm not his type mom, trust me."
She shrugs her shoulders as we walk farther into the room and stop behind Stiles.
Coach interrupts our search for Scott as he makes a noise with his loudspeaker before he brings up the mic to talk into it "Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will be joining others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind–"
I resist the urge to laugh at mom's face as she scrunches her brows and looks around us "What?"
Coach continues before I can say anything "Mankind– that word should have new meaning for all of us today."
Mom reaches forward and taps Stiles on the shoulder, pointing to coach as soon as he turns around "What the hell is he talking about?"
Stiles raises his brows in hello towards me before he sighs and answers mom 'He does this every year."
Mom scoffs and looks between us "Seriously?"
I nod while Stiles sighs "Yeah"
"We are fighting for our right to live."
Everyone around us chants "Yeah!" as mom shakes her head "Wait, is this?"
I chuckle and nod towards her "Yup– it's the speech from Independence Day."
Mom mhmm's like it was on the top of her tongue, nodding her head as Coach continues "But as the day the world declared in one voice– "
Stiles looks back to us adding "It's Coach's favorite movie."
"We will not go quietly into the night!"
"He doesn't know any sports speeches?" mom ponders through her shock at what she's hearing for a lacrosse pep talk speech and Stiles shakes his head "I don't think he cares."
"Today we celebrate our Independence Day!"
Everyone answers his speech with a "Yeah!" before we see Gerard set his hands on Coach's shoulders and walks up to stand next to him "Well spoken, Coach."
Mom takes a step back when she hears his voice and I set my arm around her to rest on her upper back, reaching my other hand across my front to rest on her elbow closest to me as he continues "I might have chosen something with a little more historical value, but there's no denying your passion. And while I haven't been here long, there's no denying my pride in having a winning team for this school. I know you'll all be brilliant tonight, even with only one co-captain leading you. Now, I'm your principal, but I'm also a fan. So don't think I'll be content to watch you merely beat this team. Get out there and murder them." your morbid side is showing there principal
"You heard the man. Asses on the field!" Coach shouts earning another round of all the players shouting "Yeah!"
I keep ahold of mom's arm to lead her out of the locker room through the crowd of lacrosse players around us.
We succeed in not getting trampled on, and head for the bleachers once we get on the field. Mom sits next to Noah and I sit next to her, making sure I'm far enough forward in the seat to not bump my war wound on the back of my thigh thanks for the memories Jackson
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Sitting on the bench, getting padded up and waiting for the game to start, Scott looks over to Stiles "Your dad coming?"
"Yeah, he's already here" Stiles points over his shoulder turning slightly on the bench and immediately smiles at the sight of Addy sitting with her mom and his dad.
"You seen Allison?" Scott gains his attention and he faces forward towards the field again clearing his throat "No, you seen Lydia– anyone been able to ask her why she spiked our drinks at her party?"
Scott shakes his head "She's avoided Addy all week besides to say 'she doesn't remember', so we still have no idea."
Stiles doesn't like that answer however he decides to take advantage of finally getting to talk to Scott, after not really being able to all week since the night at the station "You know what's going on?" he sighs out while Scott shakes his head "Not yet."
"It's going to be bad, isn't it? I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?" Stiles lays all his fears at the feet of his best friend who nods slightly "Looks like it."
"Scott, the other night seeing Addy get hurt like that, and my dad getting knocked out by Matt all while I can't even move, it just– I want to help, you know, but I can't do the things that you can do. I can't–"
"It's okay– hey what happened to them wasn't because you can't do what I can do, you've still been able to protect them" Scott tries to comfort his friend who turns to look at him with a grimace "We're losing, dude."
Coach walks up hearing the tail end of the conversation and slaps Stiles on the shoulders "The hell are you talking about? Game hasn't even started. Now put on your helmet and get out there. You're in for Greenberg."
Stiles raises his brows looking around them "What? What happened to Greenberg?"
"What happened to Greenberg? He sucks– you suck slightly less." Coach offers before Stiles swings his equally terrified and astonished gaze forward towards the field "I'm playing? On the field? With the team?"
"Yes, unless you'd rather play with yourself." Coach offers with a chuckle to lighten the mood except the spastic teen misses the rhetorical tone, adding without missing a beat "I already did that today– twice" Stiles states like it's not too much information before he widens his eyes towards his friend "Not– not about anyone in particular or anyth–"
Scott snorts and shakes his head looking to the ground as Coach furrows his brows never needing to hear this information from anyone especially one of his students "Get the hell out there!"
"Ah–" Stiles grabs his gear and runs onto the field as Scott watches his friend with pride in his chest at him finally getting to play.
Though his smile dies as soon as he hears a new voice enter his ears "Scott, can you hear me?"
Scott looks around until he connects his eyes with Gerard's on the sideline of the field who smiles before he continues "Ah, you can. Good– then listen closely because the game is about to get interesting. Let's put a real clock on this game, Scott. I'll give you until the last thirty seconds. When that scoreboard clock begins counting down from thirty, if you haven't given me Derek, then Jackson is gonna kill someone. So tell me, Scott, who's gonna die tonight? Should it be your mother, who so bravely came out to support you? Or the Sheriff, your best friend's father? Or how about your pretty twin sister who managed to survive the attack of an Alpha?"
Scott looks back at his family and resists the urge to punch the principal in front of everyone with that threat.
Taking a deep breath he closes his eyes as Gerard's voice once again sounds in his ears "Or maybe one of these innocent teenagers with their whole life ahead of them? Or should I do everyone a favor and kill that ridiculous coach? It's up to you, Scott. But you are going to help me take Derek down. Because if you don't– I'll have Jackson rip someone's head off right in the middle of the field and drench everyone you love and care about in blood."
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"Oh, no. Why is my son running out to the field?" Noah gains our attention from our newly acquired popcorn.
I look over at him and then onto the field, a smile instantly settling on my face Stiles finally gets to play
"Because he's on the team?" Mom offers like it's obvious, earning Noah to nod and reiterate on a mumble "He is– he's on the team"
I clear my throat looking back to him "Coach put him in the game on purpose."
Noah looks to me and swings his wonder filled eyes back onto the field standing up and celebrating "He's– he's on the field. My son is on the field!" he shouts, earning everyone around us to look over and wonder why he's celebrating that information he's a proud dad, leave him alone
Noah looks around at all the eyes on him and slowly sits down. Mom smirks and grabs the popcorn bag from me to cover her chuckle.
The refs start the game with a blow from their whistle, and the players fight for the ball. Someone throws it towards Stiles, who catches it without really moving or trying to. Even from here we can see his shocked excited smile– right before he gets tackled to the ground.
I jerk back with the noise of the colliding bodies and grimace into my hands fuck that had to hurt
Mom drops her hands forward setting the popcorn bag by her feet as she sits back up and reassures "He's probably just warming up."
I nod hesitantly as we watch the next play and Stiles attempt to pick up the ball with his net however before he can get a good angle to lift it up– more players from the other team crash into him
I flinch and clear my throat "Oh, I mean he's gotta just be a little nervous– plenty of time to turn it around." I try to reassure before the next play gears Stiles up to catch a throw, except instead of him catching it– the ball bounces off his helmet and the crowd boos at the action.
Noah, with his elbows on his knees, drops his head to cover his face with his hands as mom and I share a grimace.
My eyes are drawn from the less than ideal game happening when I spot Isaac sitting by Scott thought he was leaving?
They exchange a few words before Isaac finishes getting padded up and goes onto the field.
There's a minute left in the second quarter and we're down by four not ideal but not terrible either
The whistle blows and we get the ball, everyone starts cheering before Isaac slams into our own guy who had the ball.
We all groan with the impact and Coach screams "Lahey!– Ramirez! You're in." Ramirez gets up and heads to the field though it's not long before the next play is under way and Isaac again pummels one of our own guys.
Coach's groans of frustration can be heard from here as he shouts "Murphy. You're in."
I set my elbows on my knees and bring my hands up to cover my mouth "Scott–" when he turns around I mutter as discreetly as I can "Is there a good reason he's taking out our own guys?"
Scott grimaces and nods his head before I ask "He making it so Coach has to ignore your academic ban and put you in?"
Another grimace nod from him and I offer my own return nod "Okay then" I drop my hands and sit back in my seat to see mom looking at me.
"He can hear you?" she whispers and flicks her eyes between us. I offer her a nod and she makes an impressed face that's progress, people!
I smile towards the field though it drops immediately with the next round of events of Isaac crashing into three players in a row.
Mom and I flinch back into each other, gasping through our sympathy pain for them I want Scott to play too but damn dude
Coach stands up shouting and pointing towards the field "Lahey! Seriously, what the hell is your problem?"
The whistle from the refs sounds yet again, however, before Isaac can continue his using up everyone on Coach's bench to get to Scott plan, Jackson runs up and tackles him to the ground.
We all stand up with the action because that sounded even more brutal than the previous ones.
Scott stands up as well and rushes onto the field dropping next to Isaac and exchanges a few words with him it'd be great to have the werewolf hearing at a time like this
EMT's run onto the field and load Isaac up onto a stretcher and walk him off the field as Coach walks up and shoves a helmet into Scott's chest followed by a lacrosse stick finally
Mom rushes from the stands muttering "Stay here" to me before running up to Scott. She sets her hands on his arms and talks with him for a few seconds.
She immediately runs back over to the seat in between Noah and I, setting her arm around me once she's settled "I'm really grateful you have been able to be there for your brother while this has been happening– I'm proud of you both, and I don't even know everything you've been through."
I lean my head on her shoulder "Thanks mama– I know Scott wants to tell you as much as you want to know."
She just nods and squeezes my shoulders once before dropping her hands back onto her lap as the whistle blows.
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The other team is relentless with tackling our guys to the field, however we have managed to stay in the game– scoring enough to head into the 4th quarter with a fighting chance.
There's ten minutes of the game left and the score is 9-4 them.
The play ends with Scott and Stiles getting tackled to the ground. Once Scott stands up he rushes off the field and if I hadn't have just watched him literally land on the ground I would have missed his departure where is he going?
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We score three more times bringing the numbers up 9-7 with five minutes left of the game.
The whistle blows and Coach looks around his empty bench before he stands up yelling around him "McCall! Where's McCall?"
The other team knocks one of our guys down, signaling the end of the play. I set my elbows on my knees and bring my hands up over my mouth, my nerves are going crazy between the game and the unknown of what's happening and why Scott took off from the game.
The players still on the field get set up before the whistle blows again and they all run at each other.
There's one guy on the other team in particular that is knocking three guys around him down. Everyone is so focused on him that no one is paying any attention to the ball that is still in play.
Said ball rolls on the ground and lands right at Stiles' feet as everyone on the other side of the field start asking each other where it's at pick it up
Stiles looks around him and notices the very open pathway in between him and the goal– not thinking about it for another second, he scoops up the ball into his net and starts shuffling backwards before he turns around to properly run towards the goal.
He begins shouting as soon as he sees everyone notice him and the newly acquired ball in his net "Oh, oh, oh!"
His screams intensify the closer he gets to the goal and Noah drops his head to set his hands on the sides of his face muttering "Oh, crap."
I shake my head answering him "No– he's got this."
Stiles reaches the goal though instead of shooting it into the net immediately he stops and turns around noticing the other players running at full speed towards him why isn't he shooting it?!
Coach stands up raising his arms up and voicing as much "Stilinski! Shoot it– shoot the ball! Shoot it, you idiot!"
Not being able to stand it either I clench my hands together as I also shout towards him "Shoot it, Sty!"
Stiles jumps into gear, turning around just as the other players reach him and sets up to reach his arm back– launching the ball straight into the goal.
We all stand and cheer as his first goal of the evening brings our score to 9-8 with four and half minutes left of the quarter.
Stiles' excited voice can be heard from the field and it instantly brings an even bigger smile to my face "I scored a goal! I scored a goal!"
He raises his arms and looks towards us seeing us all in the stands, smiling and cheering him along.
Next play begins with two minutes on the clock now, someone throws to Stiles who catches easily and this time he takes off running towards the goal again, even doing a pivot turn to dodge a player before setting up and throwing the ball towards the goal, scoring effortlessly and tieing the game up this is incredible
We all stand up to cheer even louder, though Noah's shouts can be heard over everyone's around us.
Stiles excitedly fists bumps his lacrosse stick around as he screams out his celebration as well. I share a chuckle with mom as we watch him move around the field could he be more adorable?
The next play gets under way and Stiles, again, gets the ball and immediately takes off down the field, not even hesitating to shoot the ball as soon as he's in front of the goal.
He scores easily, bringing the score 10-9 us– causing everyone in the crowd to stand up to cheer and celebrate the incredible last three goals and end of the game.
Since he basically just scored the winning goal as there's less than a minute on the clock now, every one of our players rush forward to all huddle around Stiles as we watch the last forty seconds tick down on the clock.
He breaks off from the huddle and swings his eyes over towards us, smiling at his dad before his eyes move over to mom and finally land on me.
As I'm clapping and sporting my own face splitting smile towards him, it feels like time slows down as he looks at me and I notice the smile on his face change slightly.
If I had blinked I would've missed it– it was the excited one I usually seem him wear anytime he wins a board game or laughs at a funny movie, however when he connects his eyes with mine it changes to what I can only describe as one of complete awe.
I'm beyond grateful to be in this moment sharing the celebration for everything he just did for not only the team but for himself in his first starting lacrosse game.
I always want to see him this happy, and I'm ready to fight any situation that takes this kind of joy from him holy shit I'm head over heels in love with him
I always have been, I know that now. Everything I'm feeling in this moment is everything I have felt since we were little and I had no idea what love even was. I locked everything away and never thought of it again when Scott first mentioned Stiles' crush on Lydia when we were in middle school. That hurt more than I cared to admit at the time, still doesn't feel great even now. But I want him to be happy, no matter what that means for me.
Our trance is broken as soon as the whistle blows to signal the end of the game and the celebrating crowd gets even louder once the score board buzzes with the clock at zero.
In the middle of us all cheering the lights all around the field go off and mass chaos ensues with everyone running every which way in the crowd and on the dark field.
Mom grabs my hand and we rush towards the field dodging everyone we can as mom and I shout "Scott! Scott, where are you?" "Scotty!"
Scott crashes into us setting his hands on each of our arms "Mom, mom, Addy– are you guys okay?"
"Yeah, we're fine, we're fine. But somebody is hurt. Somebody is down on the field," mom announces and my stomach drops with that information as I look towards Scott "Where's Stiles?"
He just shakes his head at my question "He must have went to find his dad"
I nod trying to convince my gut that that's a plausible reason as to why we never crashed into him either I've become too used to him always being there when there's danger or it's not a good sign we haven't seen him
"Get out of the way. Move. Back off! Move," we hear Coach state in a panic as we rush over to where there's a crowd huddled around someone laying on the field please don't be Stiles, please don't be Stiles
"Jackson!" Lydia comes running up to the group before we get there shouting "Jackson! Jackson, what's happening?"
"Can we get a medic over here? We're gonna need a medic!" Coach shouts as mom pushes through, dropping to Jackson's side immediately and placing her ear on his chest sorry Jackson, but thank goodness it's you
Scott and I come to a stop at the front of the group as mom looks up towards Coach "He's not breathing. No pulse."
"Nothing?" Coach confirms again and mom shakes her head digressing "Nothing" before reaching to lift up the bottom of his jersey and we all gasp at the bloody scene of his abdomen "Oh–"
"Oh, my God. There's blood. There's blood." Lydia gasps out next to us and I set my hand on her arm, squeezing once to let her know I'm here.
She sets her hand on mine as Scott turns towards me and I now notice Isaac standing just behind us, nodding his head towards Jackson "Look"
"He did it to himself" Isaac confirms after we notice Jackson's bloodied claw hand what the fuck is Gerard's play here?
Mom wastes no time in starting chest compressions as she looks up to a hysterical and crying Lydia next to me "Get down here. Get down here and hold his head– tilt it up!"
Lydia drops down and listens to mom's instructions as she continues to do chest compressions and we wait for the EMT's to get over here.
"Stiles. Where's Stiles?" Noah gains my attention as he walks up and pushes through the group looking from Jackson on the ground and moves around in a circle looking at all the players near us "Where– where's my son?" no no no no
Walking quickly over to him, he jumps when I set my hand on his arm "Mr. S, what do you mean? He– he didn't come find you when the lights went out?"
He looks like he's on the verge of freaking out as he shakes his head "No Addy– I have– no I haven't– where's Stiles?"
A knot forms in the pit of my stomach at him not being here, at not seeing him since before the lights went out he wouldn't have just left us, this can't be good
I feel like I can't breathe as I'm going through all the emotions and scenarios of where he can be when I feel hands on my shoulders causing me to jump slightly.
However I'm able to take a deep breath when I hear Scott's voice next to my shoulder "We'll find him"
I offer a slight nod as my response since I don't trust my voice at the moment we have to
I look sadly over to watch as Noah continues to turn around in circles, walking near the other side of the group before finally yelling louder than his previous mumbles "Where's Stiles? Where the hell is my son?!"