"Oh, I should've got a haircut." Noah mutters into the hand mirror I hand over to him, as he runs his hand over his hair.
I shake my head and connect my eyes with his as I disagree instantly "Stop it, your hair looks great Mr. S."
Noah softens his face towards me, though his attention moves over to Stiles as he walks over towards me, shrugging with his statement "Well, you know someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut."
I elbow Stiles in the ribs, earning him to make a noise and share a look with me.
Chuckling at the confused look adorning his face, I shake my head softly as Scott chimes in on the other side of me "I think you look great."
Noah shakes his head at Stiles and smiles towards Scott with his words "Well, thank you, son I should have had."
Stiles smiles before he registers exactly what his dad said and he moves his wounded look between us.
I chuckle softly and lay the side of my head on his shoulder, watching as Noah continues to let his nerves get the best of him.
Drawing his brows in, he starts to undo the tie he has on while he lets out a sigh, "Oh, what the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea."
I lift my head off Stiles' shoulder before he moves forward to stop his dad's movements and fixes his tie "What, Dad... Dad, it's one date, okay? The town of Beacon Hills won't implode while you're out with one woman. Or man."
I snort with the look Noah throws him before he answers "It's a woman, Stiles."
Smirking towards Stiles, I watch as he nods once with his dad's answer "Okay."
Noah smirks and continues "A very beautiful woman."
"What beautiful woman, by the way?" Stiles implores and Noah smiles brighter as he leans closer to us "None of your business. Either one of you."
Stiles makes a face as he moves his eyes between his dad and over to us as he jams his tongue into his cheek.
I smirk and shake my head already knowing what he's going to say when he turns back towards his dad with his brows drawn inwards "I want to know."
Scott shares a chuckle with me as I cross my arms over my front and raise my brows quickly with my amusement.
Noah huffs and looks down to his outfit again, I step forward and fix his tie before setting my hands on his shoulders, "You look great, now go and have a great time– please, you deserve it."
Noah smiles as he connects his eyes with mine "Thanks kid."
"Stilinski!" a voice booms outside in the other room causing me to jump slightly and drop my hands back down to my side.
We turn towards the window and I furrow my brows, sharing a look with Stiles before we again hear the bellowing voice "Stilinski!"
Noah lets out a sigh before he walks towards the door to his office with Scott, Stiles and I following close behind him.
We walk out and come to a stop just behind Noah as the kid responsible for the shouting, connects his eyes with Noah's and continues with pure hatred laced through his words "I'm going to kill you."
Releasing an exasperated sigh, Noah lifts his arm out to his side "Donovan, if you think that shocks me, remember it was well-documented in your Anger Expression Inventory– deputies, escort the prisoner out."
Jordan and the other deputy nod towards Noah before they start to walk towards the door again.
Donovan has other plans though as he pulls against them and looks back towards Noah "I'm not angry like I'm gonna throw a brick through your window. I'm angry, like I'm going to find you, I'm going to get a knife and I'm going to stab you with it until you're dead" what a thorough little sociopath
Chills run down my spine with his words and I draw my brows in knowing this psycho means every word he is saying right now.
Donovan's lip twitches with a small sadistic smile as he doesn't waste a second and continues with his threat "And when you look at me and you ask me why, remember right now– because this is why."
The awkward yet terrifying silence is broken when Stiles' voice fills the room "Wow, that was awesome. That was awesome– that was great. Can we do one more? Give us another one, maybe like Christopher Walken this time, you know" I look over to him and watch as he rolls his shoulders, channeling his inner Christopher Walken.
If I wasn't getting major murder vibes from this kid I would have chuckled with Stiles' humor, however I share a worried filled look with Scott instead before we look towards the tense scene in front of us again.
Donovan flicks his eyes past Noah's shoulder to look at us and I set my hand on Stiles' arm just above his elbow he may feel safe with the deputies holding either of Donovan's arms, but I'm hating how he's looking at us
Stiles sets his hand on mine quickly before he lifts it out towards Donovan again and continues "Okay, you know what? It's fine. You'll have plenty of time to work on it when you're in your tiny, little cell, you know. Just stuck there– forever." He states cheerfully, setting his hands on his hips.
Donovan smiles with zero humor behind it while he steps back with Jordan and the other deputy.
They start to move when Donovan jerks forward and tries to come towards us.
Stiles makes a noise and sets his arm in front of me, pushing me back with him as Scott steps in front of us quickly.
We watch Donovan pull against the deputies' grips as his lawyer also steps forward and pushes him back as well.
Noah makes a face and throws his arm forward as he yells towards Jordan "Get him out of here!"
They succeed in pulling Donovan the rest of the way down the hall and out the door, his lawyer quickly following behind them.
I set my hands on Stiles' arm and he shifts to instead wrap his arm behind me, setting his hand on my hip before he pulls me into his side.
Scott shares a look with me as he steps closer to us, imploring "What the hell's an Anger Expression Inventory?"
Stiles sighs as he answers "It's a test you take when you're applying to become a deputy."
I make a noise and point my free hand out towards the spot previously occupied by the psycho "Threatening to murder the Sheriff like it wasn't a big deal– that guy wanted to be a cop?"
Stiles pulls me closer against his side as he nods "At least now he's getting the full law enforcement experience." I hope he rots
We say goodbye to Noah before head back outside and towards Roscoe. Scott climbs in the backseat and once I'm settled in the front, Stiles turns the key in the ignition.
The engine sputters and Stiles huffs in aggravation, earning Scott to lean forward.
Stiles looks over his shoulder, moving his eyes between the two of us as he answers Scott's non question "It's anxiety."
I chuckle with a soft shake of my head "What is?"
Stiles looks from me to Scott quickly "The chemo signals? Oh, I'm well aware of how you all monitor my emotional state– yeah."
Stiles chuckles with zero humor behind it and tries to get the engine to turn over again, slamming his fist onto the wheel when it sputters instead.
I lean forward and set my hand on his fist that is still resting on the wheel.
Stiles closes his eyes with my soft reassuring touch and lets out a deep breath. Lifting one side of his mouth, he unclenches his fist and turns his hand to rest his open palm against mine.
I smile softly as I line up my fingers with his and intertwine them together, squeezing three times which he returns with his two squeezes back.
Stiles lets out a soft breath through his nose, moving our joined hands to rest on his thigh as he moves his thumb back and forth against the back of my hand.
Scott sighs behind us and I look over my shoulder, seeing him looking at his phone with a deep glare. I nod towards him when he flicks his eyes up to connect with mine "You okay?"
Scott shakes his head before he turns his phone towards us and I grab it with my free hand as he answers "I got this from Braeden a few hours ago. That's the first real bit of information we've gotten on the Desert Wolf in months."
I widen my eyes at the murder scene with five slashed bodies laying about a room in the photo on his screen. I shift my hand and turn it towards Stiles who makes a noise as he takes in the image, imploring "The Desert Wolf did this?"
"Yeah. And I'm the one who's been pulling on this thread." Scott answers through a sigh as he rubs a hand over his face.
I look back towards him sadly when he drops his hand to his side "Maybe you should stop."
"It's not really up to me." Scott mutters as I hand him his phone back and offer a look of understanding Malia desperately wants to find her mom, which based off that photo I'm completely against it
Stiles lifts our hands and kisses the back of mine before he disconnects our hold and leans forward to start the jeep.
It roars to life and I gasp softly as a very familiar feeling crashes over me, lighting up my nerves and setting them on edge.
Stiles looks over to me quickly as we begin to head down the street "What is it Adds?"
I swallow hard and close my eyes, taking a moment before I look over to him "We need to make a left at the next light"
Scott makes a noise and leans forward again "Are you sure, I thought we were meeting at the school."
I let out a deep breath and nod as Stiles does as I instructed and turns left onto the next road "Yes I'm sure– we're almost there."
Stiles looks over quickly and sets his hand on my thigh understanding exactly what's happening
He continues to drive and I let the dread feeling lead us towards the death I know we're about to find.
Instructing Stiles to turn right, we head under the bridges of the freeway downtown and I feel Scott grip the seat as he leans forward and sees the crash site in front of us.
We hop out of the jeep, and take a few steps in front of it as we take in the crashed transport van that left the station not that long ago with Donovan the sociopath in occupance
A car pulls up behind us and I share a look with Lydia as she climbs out of the passenger seat, followed by the wide eyes of Malia and Kira.
I nod towards Lyds and we look back towards the van, seeing the bloody hand of one of the passengers lift up from the ground shakily.
Stiles wraps his arm around me as I mutter softly, "We need to call 9-1-1."
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Noah, his deputies and the ambulances get to our location in no time. After giving our statements, we all stand off to the side and out of the way as everyone does their thing.
Noah walks over and waves us over "Guys– Scott, you saw this kid, Donovan. He... he wasn't like you, right?"
Scott shakes his head "I don't think so."
Stiles makes a noise as he nervously rubs his hands together in front of his chest "Unless he knows how to hide his scent."
I make a face like that's terrifyingly possible before Noah continues "Well, human or otherwise, this kid might have just murdered his lawyer and mortally wounded two officers. We've got an APB out on him, but you think you can find him faster?"
"I can try," Scott states with a confident nod which Noah returns and grabs a radio from his back pocket "All right– keep it on channel two."
Scott grabs the radio from Noah and takes off up the alley way.
Stiles turns towards me and makes a face before he looks over my head "Dad, what if it wasn't Donovan?"
"I'm guessing you've already got a theory?" Noah implores earning Stiles to nod as he slings his arm around my shoulder and answers "Yeah, I think I do."
There's static noise on the radio and Noah waves Parrish over as he's talking into his radio "Scott, is that you?"
"Yeah, I found Donovan. He's completely freaked out– he keeps saying some name."
"What name?" Noah questions back into the radio after Parrish hands him the microphone part.
"Theo," Stiles whispers next to me, and I connect my eyes with his before Scott answers back "Tracy– he keeps saying Tracy."
"Tracy who?" Noah is quick to respond and Lydia looks over to me quickly with the answer "Stewart. Tracy Stewart."
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The next morning at school we meet with everyone to go over the previous night's events and try to figure out what the hell we're going to do now
Lydia fills us in on how her mother and her were trying to help Tracy the day before. Tracy was suffering from a sleep disorder, however Lydia fully believes something else is going on because Tracy coughed up feathers.
Her mom waved it off and told her how night terrors have reportedly caused people to do a lot stranger things than eating their pillows we're apparently not going to treat that as a big deal
Tracy was convinced that someone was in her room the night before and was tapping on the windows, specifically the skylight above her bed.
Jordan helped Lydia go to Tracy's and he checked the windows in her bedroom– finding them all secure with no sign of forced entry.
Parrish had found the skylight not sealed shut, as Tracy had previously believed, and he later told Lydia that on the roof outside he found a mound of dead and bloodied blackbirds as well as some claw marks.
I make a noise gaining her attention as I implore "If Tracy coughed up feathers... does that mean her having trouble sleeping caused her to– umm to murder and or eat the birds?"
Lydia shrugs with a small shake of her head before she counters "Tracy wasn't just having trouble sleeping. It was a real disorder– it was night terrors."
"Well, now she's the night terror. Especially since no one can find her." Stiles elaborates and Scott sighs, setting his hands on the hood of Roscoe we are all gathered around "Okay, I know we're all tired and miserable..."
I smirk as Mason looks between excitedly and I nod towards him, interrupting Scott with my amusement "Except for you."
Mason flicks his eyes to connect with mine as he laughs lightly "Oh– I'm sorry. This is all just mind-blowing," he turns towards Scott and points to Kira as he continues, "You're a kitsune. I don't even know what that is."
Kira smiles softly as she answers "I'm still learning."
Stiles makes a noise and turns to look on the other side of me "Liam, we said you could tell him. Not invite him to the inner circle."
Liam grimaces while Mason looks back over to us as he clarifies with a smile "Uh, I'm in the inner circle?"
"No." Stiles and Liam mutter at the same time and I chuckle as I hit Stiles softly on the upper arm "Stop it, Mason is just as excited as you and I were when Scotty was bit"
Stiles concedes with a nod and wraps his arm around my back while Scott steps forward "Guys, look, back to Tracy. She's just one lone wolf. We can find her."
"One lone serial killing wolf." Malia stresses and I make a noise to argue "Wha– I mean she only killed one person, you know– the other two were mauled... not quite serial killing status yet"
Mason raises his brows, widening his eyes with my words before Stiles chimes in "All right, what do we do when we catch her?"
Malia shrugs "I say we put her down."
We all share a look like that shouldn't be out of the question and Mason makes a face as he takes in the vibe around us and nods "Intense."
I snort into Stiles' shoulder as Scott sets his hands on the hood again to stress "Guys, let's concentrate on catching her first. We'll figure out the rest later."
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"Nice to see where your priorities are, Scott." Ms. Finch states as she finishes handing back our graded tests.
Scott smiles brightly with his grade as Ms. Finch continues "Since you have such a good grasp of the subject, how about you lead us in a review of last night's reading."
"Uh... sure" Scott answers and opens his book, though he's quickly distracted as am I as we see Liam standing just out of sight of Ms. Finch in the doorway, waving his hand as he tries to get Scott's attention to come out into the hallway with him.
"Scott?" Ms. Finch urges, earning Scott to quickly look over to her "Sorry, just looking for the page."
"Scott?" she tries after a few seconds of silence and Scott shakes his head "Yeah, one sec. Sorry" he taps his ear signalling for Liam to talk from out there.
Liam shares a look with me, which I shrug and offer a grimace before he steps back and does just that.
After a few seconds Scott looks over to me quickly and back down to his book well that look was promising to mean nothing bad is about to happen
The fire alarm blares a minute later and Ms. Finch huffs before instructing the class to move slowly out of the classroom.
We regroup in the hall behind the rest of the class, breaking apart with our plan of Scott and Liam heading down to his history class to get Tracy, who is apparently sitting in the class while I go and grab Stiles.
Sending him and Malia a text, I shove my phone into my back pocket and turn around the corner. I let out a shocked squeak when I crash into a chest and hands land on my arms to steady me "I got you, are you all right?"
I nod and grab Stiles' hand as we turn and head back down the hallway to meet Scott "I'm okay, let's go sweetcheeks."
Hearing his breathy chuckle, I squeeze his hand and we come around the other corner just in time to see Scott carrying a passed out Tracy with Mr. Yukimura helping lead the way.
Malia meets our group just as Stiles and I push open the doors, heading over to Roscoe and climbing inside.
Stiles starts her up and we quickly rush over to Deaton's with Scott and Malia holding onto Tracy in the back seat.
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Scott lays Tracy down on one of the metal tables as soon as we get to Deaton's who grabs his flashlight, clicking it on and beginning his investigation.
Shining the light in Tracy's eye as he lifts her eyelid, he talks us through his findings "Pupils dilate under normal conditions"
He moves to rest his fingers against her throat, continuing "Heart rate is two fifty. Evidence of an allogeneic skin graft on the right shoulder."
Deaton continues his examination of Tracy and furrows his brows as he takes in the next weird bit of information "Now, this silvery substance at her lips is not something I've seen. It almost looks like mercury."
Almost on cue Tracy shakes her shoulders, making a deep rumble and we check to make sure she's still unconscious she is, which is good since homegirl is on a murder spree– killed her psychiatrist last night after her dad
"Uh... can't you just give her a shot of something?" I offer helpfully and Deaton counters back with a furrow of his brows "She doesn't look to be in any pain."
Malia makes a noise, elaborating how she feels about the situation "I think she meant a shot to kill her."
Scott and Stiles grimace with her words as Deaton looks between us, answering back curtly "I generally prescribe to a code of ethics that frowns on such measures."
"Malia, you know we're not going to do that." Scott argues and I shrug back over to him "Scotty she's killed two people already and mauled another two– how the fuck do we know she's not going to kill us whenever she wakes up?"
Stiles makes a noise and points over to me with a wink before looking back towards Scott, "She makes a decent point– either way, eventually I'm going to have to let my dad know she's here."
"Agreed– and while I may argue against euthanasia–" Deaton mutters with a pointed look towards Malia which causes me to roll my eyes while he reaches towards the rolling tray next to him and continues "I'm not opposed to a little... extra security."
He picks up a bottle with mountain ash in it, uncapping it before flipping it out to the side and a circle of ash lands around us with the six of us in the middle of it.
Stiles shifts on his feet and sets his arm around my back. He rests his hand on my hip and pulls me closer towards him, slightly away from the table.
Deaton smirks our way "Don't worry, Stiles... Tracy won't be able to cross a line of mountain ash– she's not going anywhere."
Stiles looks from me and down to Tracy as he answers him "Yeah, that's kind of what I'm afraid of."
Deaton nods his head to the side, "Well, Addy, you and I will be able to get out of here no problem. You two– not so much" he finishes with a smirk thrown towards Scott and Malia who makes a face and turns towards the circle.
She lifts one hand and pushes towards the air above the ash line, eliciting a blue circle of light that pushes back against her hand and she drops her arm back down to her side quickly "Weird."
I chuckle when she looks back to us before Deaton grabs my attention "Scott, would you mind holding her down– I'm going to be trying a few more invasive tests." he states as he lifts up a scalpel because that worked out so well last time with young Derek
Scott looks up towards us and indicates with a nod down towards Tracy. Stiles sighs, however we step forward and I hold down her leg as he holds down her arm.
Deaton reaches forward and drags the scalpel down her arm, though a significant reaction is missing there isn't a cut left behind from the sharp blade
Deaton furrows his brows and pushes harder on the blade, earning a little ting noise to ring out throughout the room before he lifts up the broken end of the scalpel.
Stiles makes a noise as he takes in the broken scalpel "I think you're gonna need a bigger blade."
Deaton throws Stiles a look and I chuckle before I let go of Tracy's leg and step back from the table.
I cross my arms over my front, arching my back in a stretch when Scott walks over to me and Stiles quickly follows with his inquiry "What's up?"
"It's mom– it's about the driver of the prison transport. She's saying he's awake and talking" there's some good news
Deaton chimes in behind us "Malia, help me turn her over, please."
Scott grabs my attention again as his phone vibrates and he continues reading the message from mom "Driver didn't have stroke or heart attack– says it was more like his body just locked up... Like he was paralyzed" there's some terrible familiar news
"Paralyzed?" I clarify and Stiles looks to me "I think I know what she is" murder lizard 2.0
"Do you care to enlighten the rest of us?" Deaton interrupts quickly before he nods towards Tracy and continues "because this doesn't look too good."
Putting our thoughts on hold we walk up towards the table again where Tracy's shirt is pulled up to expose her back.
It looks like something is moving along her spine, freaking me the fuck out as Deaton continues to push his fingers against whatever is moving.
Straight out of a horror movie, Tracy's back cracks open with a long deep ass cut and blood immediately shoots out of her back– spraying Deaton and Scott who each step back from the onslaught of disgusting.
I grimace and move my eyes between Tracy's body and Stiles as we watch a spine that looks like it belongs to a dinosaur move about in her back what the actual fuck is this shit?
A literal tail snaps up from Tracy and slashes Stiles across the chest, he groans and falls down onto his stomach before she turns and slashes Deaton's arm.
He also falls onto his stomach before Tracy turns to me and slashes across my chest. I hiss with the sting and look down at the cut before connecting my eyes with hers won't affect me, but sweet fuck owww
When I don't fall to the ground paralyzed, Tracy tilts her head to the side and takes a moment for something to flash across her eyes before she lunges forward quickly.
I gasp deeply with the onslaught of pain, setting my hands on Tracy's arm attached to claws that are now embedded very deeply into my side.
Tears rush into my eyes as memories of Winter Formal slam forward in my mind this feels so much worse though
"No!" Scott shouts before she retracts her hand quickly and I groan, crumbling to the side and gratefully land next to Stiles, though just out of reach for his paralyzed hand "Adds?"
I let out a shaky breath, trying to breathe though the pain as I hear Tracy continue to hiss and growl while she slashes out towards Malia and Scott who each groan with the pain and crash onto the ground.
Tracy hisses again and takes off out of the room, running straight through the mountain ash barrier with exactly zero problem well that's not what you want to see
I move my eyes up to Stiles' frustrated face and just see Scott disappear as he lands on the ground on the other side of him.
"It wasn't a werewolf," Stiles shouts out towards the room before Scott and I mutter the answer "Kanima."
"Hey, Deaton, how the hell did she get through the Mountain Ash?" Stiles inquires and connects his eyes with mine as Deaton answers "I don't know– it's a barrier no supernatural creature should be able to cross."
"Scott did it," Stiles argues and Scott is quick to counter back "Once, but it almost killed me."
"We should've killed her." Malia quips before I groan out as I push down on my side as hard as I can, grumbling to the room "Meanwhile, she's probably on her way to killing someone else."
"Why are you affected by the venom, Adds?" Stiles mutters against the ground.
I shake my head before turning my head to the side and connect my eyes with his, hating that I'm about to worry him "It's not the venom Sty–" I whisper out, though my words are loud to everyone in the room.
"What does that– what does that mean? Addy!" Stiles rushes out as he loses his grip on the control he was keeping at bay as soon as he saw me land next to him.
I lift one of my hands up from my side and I hear him suck in a quick breath as he flicks his eyes down and registers the blood covering my hand and pooling near my side.
Letting out a whimper, I roll my head back to look up at the ceiling as I set my hand back on my side, trying to keep as much pressure on it.
"How bad is it?" his voice cracks and I close my eyes causing the tears that have gathered to fall down the sides of my face.
"Addy can you reach your phone?" Scott rushes out quickly and I shake my head even though he can't see me "It's– it's on the counter next to Deaton."
I try to shift and see how far I will have to drag my body, however the flash of white hot pain is overpowering and I let out a pain filled yelp.
"Adds–" Stiles brokenly whispers next to my head and I close my eyes again.
"Addy don't move, you need to keep your hands where they are– keep pressure on the wound. You have to try to stop the bleeding– moving will just cause you to bleed quicker" Deaton instructs with a sense of urgency and I let out a noise of aggravation as I lay my head back down "Got it, doc."
"Listen, everyone. We need to concentrate– Scott and Malia, you two will probably be able to move long before Stiles and I can– but you need to focus."
Malia breathes out quickly "Focus on what?"
"Healing." Scott answers and Deaton continues "That's right."
"I don't know how to tell my body to heal." Malia rushes out
"Malia, calm down. It's okay..." I try, however, she's quick to clip back "I can't calm down. I can't move." you and me both
"It won't last long. We're going to be okay– doc, how do we focus?" Scott reassures before Deaton answers "Think of a body part. Your hands, your feet, even just the tips of your fingers. Imagine them moving. See it in your mind and your body will follow."
It's been about ten minutes and none of us have been able to move however, my mind has been going a million miles a minute as I try to block the pain
I try to distract everyone from the current situation we're in, my voice is small as I state slowly, "You know, there– there are cases of people who accidentally murdered their entire family while in a night terror. They had no idea what they were doing. It's call– it's called a homicidal somnambulism."
Stiles makes a noise and continues my train of thought "What are you saying Adds– that if Tracy's killing people she doesn't really want to kill, she might not actually be awake?"
I connect my eyes with his as I try to nod and digress softly "She's still in a night terror."
Stiles breathes out with that bit of information "You research night terrors earlier my little Watson?"
I smile and make a face like it wasn't a big deal "Just found a few case studies and linked murder cases during free period my brilliant Sherlock"
Stiles makes a noise, his face shining with pride as he whispers "You really are incredible you know that?"
I move my eyes between his quickly, wishing more than anything I could kiss the adorable face just a few inches away from me.
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I shift my head before I state excitedly into the room around us "Okay. I'm pretty sure I just felt my right leg move. Uh, yep, definitely felt it. Like a twinge, spasm, something" I groan out with trying to move more before Deaton shoots my hope down with his words "I'm going to have to disagree– and I think I hold an informed opinion."
I roll my eyes and move them to connect with Addy's, noticing they're closed my heart feels like it stops "Adds?"
She doesn't move or acknowledge me in any way and terror overcomes my whole body.
I silently scream at every muscle, focusing on trying to move myself to get to her "Adds– babe please show me your blues."
Letting out an aggravated noise, I feel my fingers twitch however that's as far as I can get.
Resisting the urge to scream into the room I focus on her, taking note of how shallow her breathing is becoming.
"Is she awake?" I hear Scott try from behind me and I rush out quickly "No and– and her breathing is slow. Too slow and she's so pale, Scott–" My voice shakes and I'm instantly reminded of Winter Formal when I was able to hold her in my arms, I would give anything to be able to do that right now.
"We need to try to keep her awake" Deaton states and I huff before I clear my throat and try again "Yea, I'm trying– Addy, come on wake up. Listen to my voice and open your eyes, babe wake up!"
Her eyebrows twitch and I feel a flash of hope, wishing more than anything I could cradle her face with my words "I know you can hear me, come on babe wake up" my voice cracks again and I suck in a breath as I watch her eyelids flutter a few times, however they stay closed.
"Malia." Scott breathes out before Malia answers back quickly "I don't think she cut me that deep."
"Keep going– keep moving." Deaton urges before we hear Malia groaning as she does whatever she's doing "What's happening? I can't see." I question and gasp when I hear Addy's beautiful soft voice mutter next to me "Malia's moving, she's standing up"
"Adds," I whisper brokenly and she let's out a deep shaky breath, attempting to lift her mouth into a reassuring smile "I'm still with you."
"Malia, wait for us." Scott urges behind me however she's quick to argue back to him "There's no time."
"Look, she's not a werewolf" Scott elaborates and Malia quips back "But she has a scent– I can find her."
"Malia– save her" Scott stresses finally conceding that he won't be able to stop her.
A moment passes before we hear her groan again and she uses the table to move closer to us. She gets enough strength and steps over us on her way to run out the door.
She stops and turns in a circle, finding Addy's phone and laying it down near my face. I flick my eyes from the screen seeing the 9-1-1 connecting call and up to her face, offering a grateful nod before she turns and runs out the door.
I give the necessary information to the 9-1-1 operator and connect my eyes with Addy's once they end the call "Stay with me okay, they're on their way."
Her lips twitch into a small, sad smile as she tries to reassure "I'm not going anywhere."
Finally able to move my arm, I slide my hand on the ground until I can touch her shoulder "Good because I will kick your ass."
She chuckles softly, instantly groaning in pain and rolling her head to the side. I watch a stream of tears fall down the side of her face before I see a flash of white as a body runs past us.
I look over my shoulder when I hear a grunt behind me and watch as Scott hits his hand on the metal table.
"How did you find us?" Scott questions before I register Theo's voice "'Cause you work here. I heard about Tracy, I've been looking for you."
Theo makes a noise and quickly walks over, dropping to a kneel next to Addy. He moves his eyes around her, hovering his hands over her abdomen as he flicks his gaze over to us "What the hell happened?"
"Tracy– we called 9-1-1 but she's been losing a lot of blood" I grunt out as I am finally able to push up on my shaky arms and fear courses through me stronger now that I'm finally able to take in the massive pool of blood surrounding her.
Even though I hate him and don't trust him, when he connects his eyes with mine silently asking if he can help her, I nod as I sit up and move closer to kneel on her other side and move her hands to put pressure on her side.
He grips his belt and nods towards her when I raise my brows "Lift her up so we can slide this under her."
I set my arm under her shoulders, placing my other hand over her still bleeding wound to keep pressure on it as I lift her up slightly.
She groans through a whine with the pain of sitting up and I place my lips against her forehead whispering "I'm so sorry babe, you're gonna be okay– you don't really have any other option than being okay if I'm being honest though."
She makes a noise and drops her head onto my shoulder– I'll take that as her chuckle she can't quite make at the moment.
Theo nods and I slowly lay her back down, handing over the end of the belt across her abdomen to him.
He pulls the belt through the loop, pulling all the way over to his side and fastens it tightly against her as a makeshift tourniquet.
She releases a deep pain filled gasp "Jesus h fuck I think that's good, wolf muscles" she grunts out through a deep breath.
There's my girl.
I chuckle softly, wiping my thumb and forefinger across my eyes quickly before I grab her hand.
Theo grimaces softly "I'm sorry, it'll help stop the bleeding until we get you to the hospital"
She nods and grasps my hand in hers tightly as she answers him "I get it, thank you"
He nods and looks above my head to Scott who is leaning against the table as he informs the newcomer "We lost Tracy."
Addy makes a noise as she softly states "And Malia"
"And I can help." Theo answers before shifting past us to help Deaton stand up and lean against the table as well.
"This is Theo?" Deaton questions before Theo continues with a look towards Scott "Let me help. It doesn't have to mean I'm part of the pack. Or like you've accepted me or anything like that. It just means I can help catch this girl."
We all share a look with Scott, and I nod my head to the side with my acceptance that maybe agreeing to his help with the situation we're currently in wouldn't be the worst thing.
Still don't trust him in the slightest.
"Scott. I can help you" Theo urges again just as the emergency lights of the ambulance shine brightly through the windows.
Scott sets his hand on my shoulder as he steps towards the door to let the paramedics in.
They quickly get Addy loaded onto a stretcher and we follow her out to the ambulance, my hand tightly grasped in hers.
Letting go of her so they can set her inside, I step up to the back fully intended on going with her.
My eyes drop to the belt around her middle and I hesitate, turning around and looking towards Scott who's standing right behind me.
He moves his eyes from Addy to connect with mine and he instantly shakes his head as he registers why I'm hesitating "Go, we'll follow Tracy's trail and keep you updated— go with her, please."
Nodding once, I give him a reassuring slap on his shoulder, giving a slight nod towards Theo before I turn and climb in the back of the ambulance.
The paramedic guides me on where to sit and gives the okay to grab her hand again, which is good because it was happening anyways.
I'm sitting up by her head as they get her set up with an IV and the driver makes good on getting us to the hospital quickly.
She turns her head towards me and I rest my elbow on the gurney with her, swiping my hand across the top of her head and into her hair.
My lungs feel like I'm suffocating as I move my eyes around her face quickly. She looks so pale and she's having a hard time keeping her eyes open.
Feeling tears rush into my eyes, I fight them and my fear of losing her off as I attempt to smile towards her, whispering "Hey gorgeous"
She rolls her big beautiful blue eyes and for a moment I forget about the current situation, "I love you for always thinking I'm gorgeous" she states so softly if I wasn't right up in her space I would have missed it.
She loses the battle and closes her eyes, though she tightens her hold in my hand with her weak grip. Even going through all of this she still fights like hell to reassure me that she's okay.
With the slow, steady beeping of her heartbeat filling the ambulance as we rush down the city streets, I lean forward and rest my forehead against her clammy one. I lay my arm around the top of her head, closing my eyes with her as I state as strongly as I can muster. "I love you always Addy McCall– just stay with me, we're almost there."