"Your dad is on his way, ours is too" Scott states when he walks back over to us and hands me back my phone.
I haven't moved from my previous position in Stiles' lap, other than to sit on the floor so I didn't make his legs fall asleep.
Stiles wasn't a fan of the change in position, so he scooted me back until my back was flush against his chest and his legs were on either side of me I'm in a Stiles bubble with zero complaints
I look up to connect my eyes with Scott's, offering a nod in response to his words before we hear a gurgling noise from the other end of the locker room.
We all share a look and begrudgingly get up to go investigate the noise that can only mean good things.
We see Brett with some yellow foam type of stuff slowly coming out of his mouth, I drop down to his side and with Stiles' help we get him turned on his side.
Scott wastes no time in calling Deaton, turning to me to ask me if Violet said anything before she attacked him.
I nod "Yea, she taunted him that he was cut with wolfsbane. My money's on some type of yellow wolfsbane, if that's a thing, based on the color coming out of his mouth"
Scott reiterates the information to Deaton before hanging up the phone and bending down to pick up Brett under his arms "We need to get him to Deaton now, grab his legs..."
Stiles and I do as instructed, each grabbing a leg as we walk as quickly as we can out the doors and around the side of the building to Stiles' jeep.
"Derek's on his way to meet you guys, I'll stay here and deal with our dads" Scott says as he shuts the back door.
Stiles and I agree before we hop in the front seat to hopefully save Brett.
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Derek is waiting outside when we pull up to the Vet's and opens the back as soon as we park.
He grabs Brett and we all quickly head inside when Deaton opens the back door for us.
Deaton heads to his medical cart and grabs a scalpel as we lay Brett down on one of the metal tables as softly as we can.
Brett opens his eyes but they're glazed over when he begins seizing and choking on the thickening yellow foaming substance.
Deaton shouts over his shoulder that we need to keep him still so after we access the way he's moving, Stiles and Derek hold down each one of his shoulders as I climb on the table with him.
I move to sit on his shins and set my hands just above his knees to hold his legs down as he continues to choke on the effects of the wolfsbane.
"What the hell is happening to this kid?" Stiles rushes out through our fight to keep Brett still.
I shake my head and lean forward harder on his knees as Deaton walks back over to us and states "He's been poisoned by a rare strain of wolfsbane." yea we told you that much doc, but what's with the seizing?
Deaton comes to stand in between Derek and I as he rushes out "I need to make an incision and you need to hold him as still as possible."
Stiles shares a look with me with those words as I resist the urge to scoff at that being exactly what we're already trying to do.
Stiles looks over to Derek and nods towards Brett "Hey, Derek, how about a little werewolf strength?"
Derek looks up and clips out through Brett's thrashing around "Yeah, I'm not the only one here with werewolf strength."
"If you can't hold him still, the incision might kill him." Deaton states the obvious and I groan in frustration "Can we knock him out with something first then because we are fucking trying to hold him doc"
Stiles tries to get a better grip, but the yellow goop Brett is choking on is getting everywhere as it flies from his mouth and is making his skin even more slick for them to hold onto.
"Derek, he's slipping. I don't think I can hold him." Stiles stresses before I watch with my own wide eyes as Brett opens his eyes with clarity.
He looks absolutely terrified as he quickly takes in the current situation that's happening.
Brett lets out a deep bellow as he simultaneously shoots his arms up and out to his sides, lifting his legs in the process to throw me backwards and the guys to either side of the room from the table this is going to hurt
My back crashes into what I thought was the wall, but when I feel arms land under my arms, I realize it's a chest catching me from hitting the ground.
I'm set back on the ground and I turn, moving my shocked eyes up to see Peter offering a nod when I mutter "Thank you for that" to him.
Peter crinkles his eyes with his small smile and nod back towards me before he shines his were-blues and pushes me behind him.
We watch as Brett hops off the table, looking at the five of us as he moves around defensively before taking quick steps our way.
Peter takes a step forward and reaches back to punch Brett right in the jaw, knocking him down to lay flat on his back on the ground.
Derek and Stiles look over with shock all over their faces before Peter shrugs and looks down to Brett "I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself."
Derek scoffs and looks to the kid "Yeah, maybe more than a little."
I quickly walk around Peter to kneel down next to Brett with Stiles who in turn looks up to Deaton "Hey, Doc, I don't think he's breathing."
Deaton drops down on his other side and sets the scalpel up against Brett's chest, dragging it a couple inches down the middle of his chest.
A puff of yellow smoke comes out of the cut Deaton made and Brett makes deep labored breaths that at least sound better than when he was on the table.
"Is he okay?" I look up to Deaton who nods "I think he'll be fine, but probably out for a while"
"Guys, can you hear that? I think he's saying something." Stiles looks around to us as we lean closer to Brett who is muttering just above a whisper, "The sun... The moon... The truth... The sun... The moon... The truth..."
I look up to Stiles as the saying instantly comes to me and I furrow my brows "Three things cannot long be hidden– The sun, the moon, and the truth– it's Buddhist." I move my eyes from Stiles' raised brows and over to Derek who flicks his eyes over to Peter when he grits out "Satomi."
Peter and Derek share a silent conversation before Deaton gains my attention when he sets his hand on my arm "Let's get this cleaned up all right?"
I move my eyes to him, offering a grateful smile before Stiles reaches out to help me stand up and walks with me over to the supply cart Deaton is grabbing items from guess the Vet isn't so bad
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The next morning, I pair my favorite black skinny jeans with some rips in the knees with a white short sleeved henley. I grab my olive green fitted button up shirt that I leave unbuttoned as I put it on and roll up the sleeves to my elbows.
Slipping my white converse on, I walk over to the mirror to throw my hair half up into a messy top knot leaving the bottom half in soft waves down my back, when there's a knock on my door.
I call over my shoulder to come in and smile into the mirror when I see Stiles peek is head around the door.
He smiles when he notices my location and pushes the door open more. He walks in, walking right over to stand behind me as I finish by framing my face with some of my baby hair whispies.
He sets his hands on my hips and leans around my side to kiss my neck as he mutters "Morning gorgeous" against my skin.
I spin on my toes and set my hands around his neck, smiling brightly as I push up to connect our lips softly.
Pulling away as I return the greeting "Well good morning to you too handsome man of mine."
Releasing a soft breathy chuckle, I feel him increase his hold on my waist before he tilts his head to the side "I really think we could figure this out on our own, do we seriously need to bring all these other people into it?"
I shrug and move my fingers against the skin on the back of his neck absentmindedly with my words "It's worth a shot, plus we need to warn Parrish"
Stiles opens his mouth to reply, however, a knock on the bathroom door stops him. I walk over and open the door seeing Scotty with an unreadable expression on his face "Hey, you okay?"
He nods in hello to Stiles before nodding with his words as he looks back to me "Yea, umm just didn't sleep all that great. So you guys warning Parrish still on the agenda for today?"
"Yes, as well as him hopefully helping us talk to Meredith– Lydia seemed very convinced she could help us with the last part of the code" I sigh out as I answer him.
Scott nods and mutters "I'll head to school to check on Liam, keep me posted okay?" With our nods he moves back towards his room and my eyes land over his shoulder at the area under the foot of his bed that usually has nothing under it.
I make a noise, gaining his attention to turn back towards us as I point towards his room "Scotty what's that duffle bag under your bed?"
He turns to look over his shoulder and shakes his head as he rushes out when he look back to us "I– I sort of found something last night. But I'll talk to you guys about it later, okay? Promise."
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Parrish sees Stiles, Lydia, and I in the lobby and nods his head for us to follow him.
He walks us into the back area with all of the deputy desks and points over to Noah's office with his words to Stiles "Your dad should be back within the hour. You want to wait in his office?"
Stiles makes a noise to correct his assumption for us being here "Actually, we want to talk to you."
I nod my head to the side to elaborate his words "Privately, if we could..."
Parrish furrows his brows and looks between the three of us. He offers a tight nod before turning and having us follow him into Noah's office.
Stiles closes the door and we move over to stand in front of Parrish who leans in a half sit against the desk, looking at us expectantly.
I smile softly and take a deep breath as I grab the second list I printed out when I got home last night out of my bag and hand it over to him.
Parrish connects his eyes with mine before moving his gaze to the paper in my outstretched hand as he lifts one hand towards me to grasp the list in his fingers.
He moves to hold it in front of him with both hands as he looks the list over, "This is a hit list?"
Stiles nods his head to the side "We call it a dead pool."
I clear my throat and nod my head towards the paper "Do you recognize any of the names?"
Parrish nods after taking a second to look them over "Yeah. The Sheriff had me run a bunch of these through the system last night– but we couldn't find any of them."
Stiles huffs, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks over to me "Show him the other thing, babe"
I look up to Stiles who nods towards the paper with a quick raise of his brows with a slight grimace.
Parrish looks up to me, probably expecting me to hand him something else instead I reach forward to flip the folded paper that has his name and the third part of the non decoded code below the fold line.
Parrish stands up from his lean against the desk and turns away from us as he breathes out "Okay. That's kind of terrifying. What's with the number?"
I grimace and elaborate "That's how much you're worth."
"I'm worth five dollars?" Parrish exclaims with a look back to us and Stiles holds out his open palm to correct like it makes it all better "Five million"
Parrish scoffs as he drops the paper down to his side "I only make forty thousand a year. Maybe I should kill myself" he grumbles to himself with a look back to the list, earning us all to share a shocked look before he continues "I don't get it. Why... why am I on this?"
Stiles shakes his head when he looks back to him "Honestly, that might be a question for another day. Right now, there's still another third of the list we gotta crack."
"We need the third cipher key– but we need help getting it." I state, earning him to shrug "From who?"
Lydia makes a noise with a tilt of her head as she slowly states with a smile "Meredith."
Parrish makes a noise before walking past us and towards the door "The girl from Eichen? The last time you saw her, you almost gave her a nervous breakdown."
Stiles and I raise our brows with that bit of information before we look over to Lydia who makes a noise with our questioning faces "Uh– almost being the key word there."
She shrugs before she turns to look back to me and continues "she wouldn't talk to me without you here Addy and I knew she knew something. She gave us four numbers eventually but Kira called saying you cracked the code already and her mom and I were on the list."
Parrish makes a noise and closes the door before he walks back over to us "Are you psychic too, Addy?"
Wondering if I heard him correctly I jerk my head back slightly, furrowing my brows as I make a noise.
Lydia immediately reaches over to set her arm around me, placing both of her hands on my upper arms as she answers him "Addy and I are of the same intuitional wavelength, yes"
She finishes her words with a slight squeeze of her hands and I take that as my queue to nod, and nervously stutter out "Yea– yes... intuition wavelength, that we are... the– the same that is."
Stiles snorts behind us, trying to cover it as a cough when I look over my shoulder to glare at him, earning a wink and kiss blown my way from him cheeky bastard
Fighting my own smile, I shake my head at his antics and look back to Parrish when he walks over to the desk.
He clicks on the computer until he gets the number to call over to Eichen to set up a meeting with Meredith.
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We get to Eichen and Parrish with his badge is proving to be very helpful at getting us inside with no problems.
We meet with the orderly who has agreed to let Parrish talk to Meredith and walks us over to her room.
I cross my arms over my front with the feeling that crashes over my body at walking through these halls.
Stiles notices and sets his arm around my back, resting his hand on my hip as he pulls me into his side and continues our steps behind Parrish.
The orderly stops at a door and shifts his keys around to unlock the door. The first two keys he tries aren't the right one and I groan inwardly at why the patients room keys aren't marked with a better system than with a massive keyring jumbled mess of all the keys.
He officially is taking entirely too long and gives an opportunity for someone to come around the corner.
Stiles notices and mumbles towards us as he looks down to the ground "Oh, no, not this guy. That's Brunksi, Adds."
I draw my brows in with his words, directing a deep glare to the asshat known as Brunski who was a right bastard to Stiles when he was staying here he deserves a slow death for how he treats the patients here
"What the hell are we running here? A bed and breakfast?" Brunski clips out before taking the keys from the orderly and reprimands him with a shake of the keys "We do not just open the door for anyone with a badge."
Parrish channels his authority voice to state "We need to talk to Meredith Walker."
Brunski dissmisses the other orderly with a nod of his head before he turns back towards us and Parrish continues "It involves a murder investigation"
"Well, you can talk to her all you want, but these two, especially that one... They're outta here." He stresses with a look towards Stiles that has me wishing I had werewolf claws to slash at his stupid smug face.
Parrish shakes his head to counter "They're crucial witnesses in an ongoing investigation. I wouldn't have brought them here if it wasn't absolutely... crucial."
Brunski moves his creepy smug face closer to Parrish "Okay, Deputy. How about you come back with a court order, then I'll listen."
Brunski raises his brows before side stepping Parrish to come stand right in front of us.
Stiles drops his hand from my waist as he shifts his shoulder to move himself more in front of me.
Brunski notices and smirks before he continues being the world's biggest prick "As for you, Mr. Stilinski, how about you come back with payment in full. That's right– daddy may be the Sheriff, but he's late on the bills. I guess those government jobs aren't as reliable as they used to be, huh?"
Parrish doesn't miss a beat as he raises a brow towards the asshat "But they do help when you need a favor. Like, how a month ago, Canaan P.D. helped you get home after blowing 0.1 on a breathalyzer."
Stiles gasps "No..." as he looks giddily from my shocked raised brows and over to Brunski, who moves his glaring eyes from Parrish to Stiles as we learn that bit of information.
Brunski smiles humorlessly as he states before looking back to Parrish "All right– I'm not against a little quid pro quo."
Lydia drops her head onto my shoulder, as she shakes hers with her silent laugh Parrish is officially our new best friend
We watch as Brunksi reaches over and sets the keys against Stiles' chest as he states when Stiles grabs the keys from him "Not at all. Not at all." He grumbles as he turns away from us and walks back to the hole he crawled out of.
Stiles sets one of his hands on Parrish's shoulders, setting the keys in Parrish's palm with his other hand as he happily states with a slap of the hand on his shoulder "You– You, I like you. I'm gonna keep you."
Parrish smiles like it was nothing and goes about finding the key to unlock the door to Meredith's room.
Stiles kisses my cheek with the brightest smile on his face from watching the asshat who was awful to him get called out.
I return his smile and reach my hand over to link our hands together and rest the side of my head on his shoulder.
Lydia shakes her head with a soft smile at us before she moves to Parrish's other side to help him with the keys.
We finally open the door and see Meredith sitting on the side of one of the two beds in the room, turning to us like she knew we would be coming here.
I suck in a breath softly at recognizing the room as the first place Scott and I were in when we went into Stiles' mind to free him from Void's grasp.
Meredith sits up more when she sees both Lydia and myself walk in the room. She moves her eyes to me stating softly "You came– they knew you would find each other eventually."
Stiles furrows his brows and shares a look with me before he turns back to her "Meredith who knew who would find each other?"
"I can't tell you that" Meredith shakes her head quickly, confusing us all even more we'll just put a pin in that for later
I take a deep breath and walk closer to her "Umm that's okay– we don't have to talk about that... we were actually hoping you might be able to help us with the last key we need to break that code Lydia asked you about last night..."
Meredith shakes her head quickly "Oh no I definitely can't tell you that either."
I huff and move to sit on the opposite bed from Meredith with Stiles and Lydia, while Parrish stands by the door.
Lyds sits on my other side putting me in the middle of them when she questions "Meredith, what do you mean you can't tell us?"
Stiles tries with a raise of his hands to go with his words "We just need the third key. You can give it to us in numbers, letters, hieroglyphs."
I shrug and turn to look at her, adding lightly "Slap your hands over my ears again, you know– whatever you want."
Lydia furrows her brows at me and I shake my head at forgetting to fill her in on that horrible experience without her.
"I can't." Meredith states with a shake of her head when she moves her gaze over towards Stiles.
Lydia scoffs as she looks back to her "Then why did you demand to meet us at the station to give us the second key?"
"I wanted to help. That's what I want to do. I want to help, and I wanted you both there together to help you both figure it out."
Noticing she's looking at Lydia and I, I make a noise and lean forward slightly "Meredith– help us figure out–" I begin but Lydia cuts me off "Great. So help us now. Okay? Give us the third cipher key."
Meredith looks down to her hands has she shakily replies "Things have changed. I... I can't."
"Why not?" Stiles pushes and Parrish reminds "Guys, go easy on her."
"I'm sorry. I can't. He... he doesn't want me to." Meredith looks up to us and Stiles urges "He? Who's he?"
"Meredith, who doesn't want you to tell us the third cipher key?" Lydia states slowly before Meredith raises her brows with her answer "The Benefactor."
Lydia stands up with her frustration as she directs her words back to Meredith "What's his name? You could just tell us his name..."
Meredith raises her brows and shakes her head quickly with her mouth sealed shut.
Stiles huffs and raises his hand out to her "Okay, you're shaking your head. What's that mean? Does that mean you don't know? Or you don't want to help us?"
"I can't... I can't help anymore, not with that. Elenor and Lorraine would want you to focus on–" Meredith stutters out quickly and gains my full attention with one of those names, however, Lydia is on a roll with her frustration fueling her aggravated train "How do you know about him?"
Meredith looks to me and murmurs "Elenor and Lorraine would wan–" before she whimpers and starts thrashing her head from side to side.
I stand up next to Lydia and soften my voice "Meredith why do you keep saying those names?"
Meredith doesn't answer and instead keeps whimpering and thrashing her head around, earning Parrish to mutter "Guys, I think we better stop"
Lydia doesn't care and raises her voice "Meredith, a lot of people are going to die if you don't tell us."
"I don't... I don't know. I don't know." Meredith quickly breathes out with a nervous voice as she shakes her head more, before she whimpers out "Please"
I raise my hands softly up towards her in surrender "Meredith, it's okay. You're gonna be all right." Meredith gasps in between shaking her head back in forth as she hysterically states "Please– I don't... I don't... I don't know."
"Meredith" Parrish tries again earning Meredith to snap her head up to us as she bellows in a scream unlike one I've ever heard before, "I said, I don't KNOW!"
I slam my eyes closed with her words, bringing my hands up to hold the sides of my head as I fall backwards and release a loud pained gasp from the pain she just caused to fill my head like it was about to explode.
Stiles catches me and wraps me in his arms as he pulls me back a few steps and I drop my hands from my head.
Opening my eyes, I look up at Stiles before looking over to see that Parrish caught Lydia in much the same way and has his hands on her upper arms as she shares a look with me what the hell was that trick?
Feeling lightheaded from that onslaught of whatever the fuck that was, I open my mouth trying to pop my ears like that will at all help.
Stiles sets his hand on my cheek and turns my head towards him, leaning me to the side to look at my ears that feel like my brain is oozing out of.
I look up to him, seeing the clench of his jaw before he sets his other arm more around my back pulling me into his chest protectively as he looks back at Meredith.
I slowly move my eyes from him and over to Meredith, seeing that she has moved to sit further back onto her bed in the corner.
She's murmuring to herself between her quick pants as she continues to thrash her head from side to side "The sisters they would want– the sisters..."
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Parrish offered to take Lydia home once we cleaned up our bloodied ears that Meredith caused with her special kind of scream.
Stiles and I head to get coffee from our favorite coffee shop on our way back to his house, to follow through with his original plan of figuring the code out just with ourselves probably should have just listened to him
Walking into his room and taking off my shoes, I take a drink of my delicious iced caramel caffeinated yumminess before setting it down.
I turn to grab my laptop off of its charging place on his desk and move to go lay on his bed.
Stiles reaches out and grabs my hand when I move to walk past him, stopping my steps as he uses his free hand to grab the laptop and set it back on the desk.
Moving to stand in front of me, he sets his hands on either side of my face as he moves his worried eyes quickly between mine.
I smile softly and set my hands on his forearms to reassure him, "I'm okay"
Nodding he rubs his thumbs against my cheeks, licking his lips quickly before he whispers "I know, but you don't have to be."
Offering a sad smile I bring my hands up to rest on his chest as I whisper back "Well we don't have time for me not to be... I kind of need to figure this out."
Stiles lets out a quick huff of frustration through his nose before grumbling "I know" as he brings me forward softly and kisses my forehead.
He slowly pulls away and I push up on my toes to connect our lips softly. When I pull away, Stiles makes a noise and kisses me again quickly before murmuring against my lips "I vote we spend the night doing this instead."
I chuckle which just ends up getting swallowed when he connects our lips again.
He moves to snake his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest with his hands flat against my lower back.
Stiles breathes in deeply through his nose as he effortlessly moves our lips together. He swipes my bottom lip with his tongue, deepening our kiss as soon as I grant him what he asked for, causing goosies to run down my arms in the best way possible.
Getting lost in the kiss, and desperately wishing this could be our evening, begrudgingly I pull away after he succeeds in making me forget my name.
He tightens his hold on me as my actions elicit a whine from him that brings a smile to my face as I kiss him quickly between my words "So so tempting– but we– have a– code to crack, mister."
Stiles shifts his arms to set his hands on my hips, gripping my sides slightly harder as he lets out a frustrated groan and drops his forehead to rest against mine.
He lifts his frowning eyes up to connect with mine as he grumbles deep in his chest "Yes my love."
I chuckle as he drops one hand from my hip and moves to the side, kissing my temple when he reaches past me to grab my laptop.
Throwing a soft smile my way, he winks as he moves past to go and lay on his bed with his back against the pillows he gets situated on the wall.
Since he's stretched out the opposite way one would lay in a bed, his feet are hanging off the side.
I chuckle when he pats the spot next to him and lifts an arm up for me to get situated under once I move across the bed towards him.
He rests his arm on top of the pillow behind me and splays his hand against the side of my hip as he pulls me closer into his side.
Stiles hands me the laptop and I bring up the code with the cipher key passcode box staring mockingly at us.
Stiles makes a noise and taps his fingers against me, clearing his throat to offer "Okay, well, we know one thing. Both of the first two keys, Allison and Aiden, they're both names of the dead. Right?"
I nod "Right but we've already tried every other person's name that we have lost that we could think of– it was quite a few and none of them worked." I sigh out before I bite my lip and stare off in front of us.
I hear Stiles' reply "Yeah, I noticed– hey, what are you thinking?"
I make a noise as I blink to break the staring contest I was in with the wall and look over to him shaking my head "Just something doesn't sit right with what Meredith was saying. It felt like she wanted to help us with something other than the key to the code–" I chuckle softly with another shake of my head before I continue "Just something to ask her about later if we didn't completely drive her over the edge."
Stiles furrows his brows "The names she was say... hold on– Banshees predict death. Right? So what if the third key is someone who isn't dead..."
"But will be." I finish for him, earning him to quickly raise his brows with his nod.
I lick my lips quickly before looking to the keyboard. I take a deep breath in before I hover my hands over the keypad and close my eyes, trying to focus on anything.
All right inner banshee, I know I usually yell at you for not being helpful because I haven't actually taken the time to learn anything about you– so that's on me. I promise to study any and all of the lore on what I am, but I could really use some help right now. We need to save people, and the only way that's going to happen is if we know the rest of the people on the list–
"Adds–" Stiles' whispering voice has me opening my eyes slowly.
I take notice of letters in the key box now, however, I furrow my brows at the name it spells out "Derek? No– that can't be right"
I turn my head to my right, connecting my worried eyes with Stiles' over my shoulder who sadly nods towards the screen "Only one way to find out... hit enter, babe..."
Letting out a deep breath through my nose, I hit enter and feel my stomach completely drop with what it causes.
The code changes and the last list forms in front of our eyes, beginning with the name Peter grumbled last night Satomi. Then Malia, Liam some chick named Liz before Meredith's name is the last name I recognize on the list of twelve people.
I gasp and look back to Stiles rushing out "Call Parrish. We need to call Parrish."
He nods as I set my computer on the bed and scoot forward to get my phone out of my bag.
Stiles sets one hand on his hip and brings the other up to chew nervously on the side of his thumb nail.
When the call connects, I set it on speakerphone to tell Parrish that Meredith needs to be watched and protected because she's on the last of the dead pool list we just cracked.
We hear Parrish sigh before he digresses "Addy– Meredith won't need looking after anymore..."
Turning around I connect my wide eyes with Stiles' as I mutter towards the phone "What are you talking about?"
"Addy, Meredith's gone. They found her an hour ago in her room– she... she hung herself. I'm so sorry."
Tears continued to gather in my eyes with Parrish's words before I feel them fall as I watch Stiles draw his brows in sadly.
I feel like I'm rooted in the spot, not registering the words correctly we drove her to feel like she needed to do that
Stiles reaches out and takes the phone from me muttering a thanks for letting us know to Parrish before ending the call.
He throws my phone onto his bed before he reaches out, setting his hands around me and bringing me closer to envelop me in a tight, comforting hug.
He sets his hand on the back of my head as I lift my hands up his back to the tops of his shoulders as I lay my face into his chest and grieve for another life lost too soon.
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Stiles took me home once we got a message from Scott that he was home and needed to talk to us as soon as we could head over.
We walk in through the side kitchen door and mom jumps in her seat at the kitchen table.
She moves papers around on the table before turning in her seat, offering a smile she tries to make lighthearted but it looks forced "Hey kids"
I share a look with Stiles before we walk closer to her "Mom? Are you–"
"I'm fine sweetheart, just doing the monthly books– you know how much I hate that" She laughs it off, but it sounds pained.
I return her smile, fully getting the hint that those will be her last words on the subject as I point towards the stairs "Scott needed to fill us in on something, then Stiles will–"
She sets her hands on our arms and nods to the stairs "Yes go talk– have fun."
Mom doesn't wait for a reply before she turns around and heads back to the table.
I follow her with sad eyes before I feel Stiles grab my hand and nod towards the stairs.
Once we're upstairs, Scott fills us in on his event filled day that was full of Garrett kidnapping Liam, saying he would return Liam if Scott succeeded in attempting to stop the armored car that was transferring Violet to a federal prison, coming up on an accident of the car that had both of our dad's in it– they're okay and only had minor injuries– however the cause of the accident was Kate and her motherfucking berserkers, which took Violet, killed Garrett at the scene, and stabbed Scott with one of their knives.
Scott passed out at the accident scene and woke up at Deaton's to see Chris there as Deaton removed the knife.
Chris ended up taking Scott to a warehouse where Kate was supposedly hiding out in.
She's apparently some kind of were-cheetah who still doesn't have control and told Chris to leave.
Chris fired at the Berserkers who then started fighting them before Scott heard Liam's roar that ended up sharing with Scott exactly where he was being held.
With Kate gone in the wind, Scott took off to go and rescue Liam who was in a water well and also poisoned with the same yellow wolfsbane.
Scott took Liam back to Deaton's who performed the same chest cutting, yellow puff of smoke inducing action he did with Brett and is now sleeping it off.
Stiles and I were silent with his whole recap story and I shake my head after fully digesting all of his words "So Liam is okay?"
Scott smiles softly "Yea he's going to be okay."
I let out a relieved breath and nod while Stiles makes a noise and looks between us "That's your take away, Adds?! Come on, Kate is a were-cheetah– that's a fucking thing now?"
Scott chuckles and shrugs as he nods "Yea she wasn't like anything I've seen before. Chris and I fought her Berserkers until she called them off and then they just left us."
I nod taking in his words, before he sighs and walks over to his bed and grabs the duffle bag I saw earlier, sliding it on the floor between us.
Stiles and I share a look before we look back to Scott who shakes his head "I found this in Garrett's locker last night once everyone left– well and then I stole it to bring it back here..."
He kneels before sitting down and moves the bag in front of him before he unzips it, revealing bundles and bundles of hundred dollar bills.
"Holy shit" Stiles and I exclaim as we take in the contents of the bag and sit down so the bag is in the middle of the three of us.
Scott nods and drops his eyes back to the money bundles, as we all stare speechless at a literal dream come true for both of our parent's money troubles we know they're having despite them trying to keep it from us
Stiles sets his elbows on his knees and sets his hands over his mouth before he drops them into his lap "You counted it yet?"
Scott shakes his head with a raise of his brow "No"
I look between them on either side of me before I shrug "We should probably count it..."
The both look towards me before they nod and each grab one end of the bag to dump everything out in the middle of us.
The last thing to fall out of the bag and land on top of the countless bundles of money is a cassette tape.
We all share a furrowed brow look before Stiles sets the bag on his other side and I reach forward to pick up the tape.
I flip it around and notice 'play me' written on the front before I flick my wide eyes up to the guys and turn the tape around to them.