Stiles let out a breath. They were all safe, alive, and unharmed. Well, except for him. Stiles didn't think that crashing your jeep into a tree and hitting your head was 'unharmed', but then he looked over to where Scott was helping his father out of the root cellar, and he suddenly didn't care about what had happened to him. The only thing that mattered was that his father wasn't a sacrifice for an evil druid. Wow, his life had become pretty pathetic lately.

He walked over to his dad, stumbling a little.

"Hey dad" Stiles said, giving his dad a hug. "I'm so glad you weren't a sacrifice." the sheriff smiled at his son.

"I am too, Stiles" he said, stroking his fingers through his son's hair. The sheriff paused when he felt a sticky liquid he knew too well coat his hands. "Stiles, you're bleeding" he said, alarmed. Shit. Stiles thought.

"I'm fine dad, just bumped my head on something down there" Stiles lied, smiling a bit. His dad looked like he wanted to pursue the matter, but thankfully, Scott started talking.

"Derek and I think that some of us should go out into the woods to look for Jennifer" Scott said.

"But I thought Deucalion killed her" Stiles interrupted. Panic crept into his voice, and he silently cursed himself. Scott sighed.

"He did, but if Jennifer can survive having her face slashed up by Kali, we need to make sure she's really dead," Stiles smirked at that. Derek probably had to explain that logic to Scott at least twice. Scott looked at him weirdly, but continued "Derek already volunteered to look for her, but I think one more person should-"

"I'll go" Stiles blurted. He wasn't completely sure why he said it. Maybe because he didn't want people gushing over him, convincing him to go to the hospital just because he was stupid enough to crash into a tree. Maybe because he had just taken an ice bath, so he was really damn cold, and wanted to move. Maybe because Derek looked like something had permanently broken inside him and Stiles though he could cheer him up, or maybe the fact that his head really hurt and he wasn't thinking straight. Whatever the reason, Stiles knew that it was the right thing for him to go. Unfortunately, almost everybody else didn't.

"Stiles, you should rest" said Scott.

"I don't want you out of my sight, Stiles" his father warned.

"You need to be medically checked" Melissa argued.

"You could get hurt" Isaac pointed out nonchalantly (as if he really gave a shit)

"Stiles, somebody else should go" Allison tried. But Stiles was already shaking his head (which was a bad idea because it sent waves of pain through his whole body).

"I'm fine guys. Besides, it's not like I could get hurt. If Jennifer had her throat slashed out, she can't be much of a threat. Besides, I'll be with Derek. And dad, I promise, after I get back you can ground me, put a leash on me, tie me to a chair, or whatever the hell you want." everybody looked at each other, and Stiles could tell that he had won them over.

"Okay, but after that, we need to have a long talk, son, about all this supernatural bullshit, okay?" the sheriff said. Stiles smiled.

"Yes sir" Stiles smirked. And then everybody was leaving at once. Scott clapped him on the back, Isaac nodded at him, and Allison gave him a little wave. Melissa scanned him for injuries, flinching a little when she saw the blood on his temple, but he waved her off. His dad was last, pulling Stiles into a tight hug.

"Be careful, son" he whispered. Stiles nodded. Once they had all left, he turned to Derek, who was sulking in a corner.

"So, uh, let's go?" he asked because the silence was awkward. Derek nodded and started walking. Stiles assumed he wanted to be followed.

They crashed through the woods, Derek walking briskly up ahead, Stiles panting to catch up. He tried multiple times for desperate conversation.

"So, um, what exactly happened? Scott was kind of vague about how it all went down." Derek grunted, but after a pause he talked.

"Scott was at the warehouse with Deucalion, and Jennifer dragged me with her. We fought, she gave Deucalion back his eyesight, Scott broke through mountain ash, became a true alpha, Deucalion slashed out Jennifer's throat" he said.

"Well, that was even worse than Scott's version" Stiles muttered. They had been walking for fifteen minutes when the throbbing in Stiles' head got worse. It was painful, sometimes sharp; other times just a dull ache. He stumbled a bit when a wave of dizziness hit him. He closed his eyes for a minute. He had had concussions before, but none had ever felt as bad as this one. He was also freezing. The cold was seeping into his bones. Then the nausea came, slapping him in the face. He stumbled again, almost falling. Black spots danced in his eyes. He squeezed them shut, and then opened them, only to find Derek's concerned/irritated face staring up at him.

"Whoa, dude, personal space" he squeaked. Derek rolled his eyes.

"Why did you come Stiles?" Derek asked. The question took Stiles by surprise.

"What'd you mean?" he asked. Derek sighed.

"You don't like me so why did you volunteer to find Jennifer with me, you just rescued your dad, so why aren't you with him, and you want to know what happened so why aren't you talking to Scott?" Stiles mouth hung slightly open. He blinked through the pain. He was about to say some lame excuse when a noise distracted him. Derek heard it too of course, werewolf hearing and all. It sounded like a groan.

It was Jennifer, throat a bloody mess, hair entangled, clawing her way across the ground. Derek moved towards her, but Stiles stayed, leaning against a tree. He felt dizzy and disoriented. He was aware that Derek and Jennifer were speaking. Something about...saving people? Stiles carefully walked forward, almost face planting into the soil. He saw Derek's claws extend, and sweep down on Jennifer, ending her miserable life. Derek stood, frozen, looking at her broken body.

But Stiles barely processed that. He was too busy trying to keep upright, and not throw up on the leaves. Finally, he reached Derek.

"Derek" he said, just barely a whisper. He groaned a bit, shivering violently.

"Derek" he tried again, this time tugging a bit on Derek's leather jacket. But Derek was still staring at Jennifer's body, transfixed. The dark spots were starting to get bigger in Stiles' vision, the pain intensifying so that it was almost unbearable.

"Derek" Stiles tried again, this time it was almost a whimper. Derek snapped out of whatever trance he was in and spun around to look at Stiles.

"Stiles, what's wrong?" Derek asked, panic leaking into his voice. Stiles may have said something, but he didn't know because he finally gave into the cold, and darkness, and passed out.