Stiles's POV
Scott and I were sitting on the floor of my room, trying to stay awake as we finished our economics homework.
"Hey." I jumped awake when I felt Scott kick my knee. "Come on," he laughed. "We gotta finish this assignment. It's due tomorrow and Coach says it's worth a huge chunk of our grade."
"It's so boring," I complained as I tried to make myself sit up straighter.
We went back to the assignment, getting a portion of it done. I jumped when my phone started ringing.
"Who is it?" Scott asked when he saw me staring confusingly at my phone.
"It's Y/N," I said slowly.
"Why would she be calling so late?" Scott wondered as I answered.
"Hey."
"Stiles?"
My breath got stuck in my throat when Y/N's voice came out soft and shaky. I quickly pulled my phone away from my ear and put it on speaker.
"Y/N?" I said gently. "Are you okay?"
"I don't know," she stuttered. I looked up to see Scott's eyes widen. "Stiles?"
"I'm here," I said instantly.
"I don't. . . I don't know where I am. . . I was asleep. . . I think. . . I think I was sleepwalking. . . Stiles, you have to help me. I have no idea where I am. . . I'm scared."
"Y/N," I said gently. "Everything is going to be okay, I promise. Look around. Is anything familiar?"
"I don't know," she said, her voice getting caught in her throat. "I can't really see. It's wet and cold."
"Can you hear anything?" Scott asked. We held our breaths as we waited for her response.
"No," she finally said, her voice breaking. "I can't hear anything. Why. . . Why can't I hear anything?"
I nervously bit my lip as I could hear the panic in her voice. I quickly tried to figure out where she could be. Cold, wet, and can't hear anything. . .
"Y/N," I said when it clicked. "I think you're in the woods."
I looked over at Scott as all we could hear was her shaky breathing. "I think. . . I think you're right, Stiles."
My breath got stuck in my throat when I heard her start to cry. "Y/N? Listen to me, stay where you are. Don't move, okay? Scott and I are on our way. We are coming to get you. We'll find you, Y/N. I promise."
"Okay," she said softly. There was silence before she added, "Stiles?"
"Yes, Y/N?"
"Please hurry."
When I hung up, Scott and I instantly jumped up. We quickly put on our jackets and shoes.
"We should wake my dad," I started to ramble. "He could get a few cops looking for her too."
"Do you have anything of Y/N's?" He asked as I slipped on my shoes.
"I don't think so," I stuttered. "Why?"
"Then we need to stop by her house. If I can get her scent, it'll be easier to find her."
I ran my fingers through my hair, hesitating. "Stiles," he said walking over to me. "I know how much Y/N means to you. She's important to me too, but you and I both know I would find her faster than your dad."
I sighed when I knew he was right. "Okay," I gave in. "We go to her house long enough for you to get her scent. Her window is usually open and we can climb the side of the house easily."
I stopped talking when I saw the way he was looking at me.
"How do you know that?" He asked, smirking slightly.
"I've. . . Well. . . There were times. . . She has. . . Because I've done it before, okay? Can we just go?"
* * * * *
After we went to her house so Scott could get her scent off of her pillow, we drove towards the woods. I nervously tapped my fingers on the steering wheel as we got further and further from town.
"I know you're nervous," Scott broke the silence for the first time since we got in the car. "But I promise, I will find her."
"You have to," I said under my breath. "If we lost her. . . It would be like losing Allison all over again and we barely got through that. We can't. . . I can't lose Y/N."
"We won't," he said. "We'll find her. . ."
"I'm in love with her, Scott." I cut him off. I glanced over at him to see him staring at me with wide eyes.
"We've all been best friends since we were little but in middle school, Y/N's and my relationship changed. It wasn't because of her. It was because of me. I started to look at her differently."
"What caused the sudden change?"
"I don't know," I sighed. "It was just like. . . One day she was our goofy Y/N and the next. . . I felt different around her. I was more cautious about how I looked, how I acted, whether she was smiling or having fun. I became more focused on her."
"I never noticed," Scott said more to himself than to me.
"I didn't want you to," I sighed. "I was worried you'd get angry or hurt or. . ."
"Why would I get angry that you had feelings for Y/N?"
"I don't know," I sighed. "We were in middle school. I thought that you would worry about me pushing you away to get closer to her."
Scott let out a small laugh. "To be honest," he smirked. "I never would've said anything to her but I would've teased you relentlessly."
I laughed, briefly forgetting about where we were going and what we were trying to do. Scott was the first to speak again. "When did you realize you were in love with her?"
"Not until freshman year. She started dating Nick and we saw her less. I was miserable all year."
"Oh yeah," he smirked. "The second they would walk away you'd start talking trash about him, saying she could do better. When we found out he broke up with her for another girl, I thought you were gonna murder him."
"I had a plan in place," I mumbled.
I looked over at him when he froze. He looked out the window, tension filling the car.
"What?" I said under my breath.
"I think," he hesitated. "I think I caught the faintest whiff of her scent. Keep going. But slower."
I slowed down, holding my breath as I waited for him to tell me which way to go.
"Get off the road. Follow that trail."
We followed his wolf-senses for a little while longer until my jeep couldn't make the trip any further. We got out of the car, continuing on foot. I walked behind him, trying to control my anxiety so he could focus on Y/N's scent without mine interfering.
I gasped when he froze. His eyes were wide as he took a shaky breath.
"I got her."
With that, he took off running. I was quick to follow after him. We went off the path, jumping over branches and rocks.
I almost bumped into him when he stopped suddenly. "Why are you stopping?" I asked as I caught my breath.
"I. . . She. . . I had her."
"You lost her?" I started to panic as he spun in a slow circle.
"Stiles, stop!" He yelled as he put his hand on my shoulder, now in his werewolf form. He took a deep breath, slowly dropping his hand.
His eyes opened, the moonlight flashing off his red eyes.
"I got her."
We didn't run as long before we could both hear the soft sounds of crying. "Scott," I said, grabbing his arm, stopping him. "You're still a werewolf."
"So? Y/N's seen me like this before."
"I know. I just. . ." I hesitated.
"What?"
"I think she's still asleep."
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Do you remember when this happened to me? I thought calling you and having you and Isaac come get me was a dream. We have to be careful."
He nodded as he slowly changed back. "Then you go," he said pointing towards Y/N.
"What?" I stuttered.
"She called you, Stiles," Scott said, smirking slightly. "You're the one she wants to see." I nodded as I wiped my clamming hands on my jeans.
I walked over to Y/N, the site of her making my heart sink. She was sitting against a fallen tree trunk with her knees tucked up to her chest. Her arms were wrapped around her knees and her head was tucked into her chest, her forehead resting on her knees. Her shoulders were shaking as the sound of her soft cries echoed off the trees.
I knelt down in front of her, not making a sound. "Y/N," I said gently. "Scott and I are here. We found you. You're going to be okay."
As I spoke, she slowly lifted her head. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, studying me as I reached forward and wrapped my jacket around her shaking shoulders.
"Stiles?" Her voice was soft and scratchy from crying.
"I'm here," I smiled. I gasped as she instantly jumped forward and wrapped her arms around my neck. I pulled her into my chest, tightly holding onto her.
I sat like that, holding her as she cried into my chest. I started rubbing circles on her back to help calm her down. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
"Come on," I whispered. "Let's get you home."
She nodded, still tucked into my chest. I stood up with her in my arms. She looked up and smiled when she saw Scott watching us.
"Thanks, werewolf." She said, making Scott smile.
"Anytime," he winked at her.
Without another word, we turned around and headed back to my car. We went slow, making sure Y/N was okay. When we finally got to my car, I reached in my pocket and tossed Scott the keys.
"You drive," I whispered. He nodded before opening the door for us. I crawled into the back with Y/N, her instantly leaning into my chest.
As Scott drove us back to my house, I could feel Y/N falling asleep as I rubbed her arm. I reached up with my other hand and ran my fingers through her hair. I pressed a kiss to her forehead before leaning my head against hers.
Scott turned around and looked at us from over his shoulder. He sent me a smile before focusing back on the road.
"Stiles?" I looked down to see Y/N looking up at me.
"Yeah?" I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, lightly rubbing her cheek with my thumb.
"Thank you."