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Lydia and Allison, who were told to stay in the car, rushed into the warehouse. Upon entering they saw the scene before them. The Sheriff was unconscious and Scott was getting the life sucked out of him by Yara. Their eyes drifted past Scott, however, to the lifeless body on the ground.

"No." Lydia felt Stiles go, but she did not want to believe it. She ran over to him and held his head in her lap.

Allison took control of the situation. She threw a dagger at Yara, breaking the girl's concentration. She unattached her tongue from Scott's neck and hissed at her. Scott snapped out of his super a little, and began to remember the scene around him.

"Fight Scott!" Allison glared at the succubus.

Although he was weak, the wolfsbane was almost gone from his system. Scott grabbed Yara wrists and pulled, yanking her tendrils out of his arms. He growled, eyes turning yellow, as he pulled. Yara needed stopped. He shifted and bore his claws at her. She jumped back trying to get herself back in order.

"I may have just had a taste, but it's still enough to take you all down."

Allison jumped forward, she hated this girl and was ready to take care of it. She grabbed a pole from the ground and charged at Yara. She got a hit in, before Yara grabbed the pole and yanked it out of her hand. She threw it hard enough at Allison to knock her down. Scott growled and jumped at Yara, but she grabbed his arm and twisted it. He cried out, but then he looked over at his best friend on the ground. Anger flared up and sunk his claws into Yara's arm. She was losing her grip on him. He kept squeezing her arm until she attempted to pull away. Tears fell out of her eyes.

"Scott, you don't want to do this. You just have to focus on my voice."

Scott huffed. "Shut up." He squeezed harder.

"Scott, wait!"

Scott stopped squeezing and glanced at Lydia, who looked like she had an idea brewing in her head.

"She can bring him back." Her wide eyes were desperate.

Scott's eyes darted back to Yara. "Is that true? Can you?"

Yara laughed. "I won't."

"You won't have a choice." Lydia got up and grabbed Yara's wrist. She then held her hand up to Scott's. "You need his power, you want it. So take it."

Yara could not help herself. Her veiny tendrils crawled up Scott's arm, and they both sunk down a little.

"Lydia, what are you doing?" Allison had recovered and was running back over.

"Just hold her!" Lydia grabbed Yara's other arm and put it on Stiles' hand.

Yara was lost in Scott's life force. She wanted her hand to reach up Scott's wrist, but instead veins crawled until Stiles' skin. Once she realized what was happening she tried to pull away, but Allison and Lydia had a strong grip on her. Yara was not as strong when she was in the middle of sucking out someone's life. The two girls watched as Scott grew weaker, but so did Yara.

Lydia did not take her eyes off of Stiles. "Please, just please work."

They held onto Yara until Scott looked as if he would pass out. He could not take much more. They let go and Yara pulled her veins out from Scott and Stiles' skin. She was weak, very weak.

"What have you done to me?"

They did not answer, but instead watched Stiles. Just when Lydia thought all hope was lost, she saw Stiles twitch and a ragged breath escape his lips. His breathing became more rapid and he began to cough a sputter.

Lydia breathed a sigh of relief, while Scott scooted towards his best friend and grabbed his bloody hand.

"Stiles?" He was out of breath, but already healing.

Stiles opened his eyes and gasped for air. He looked around, out of breath, and saw everyone staring at him. He saw Yara fall unconscious on the ground. That was about all he absorbed before falling into the blackness himself.

"How?" Scott looked at Lydia.

"She reversed it. I made her take your energy and transfer it through her and back to Stiles. Since you can heal, some of that power rubbed off onto him. He's going to be okay."

"And her?" Allison glared at the girl on the ground.

Lydia shrugged. "She'll probably get weaker. With no life force to feed on, she should wither away."

"Good." Allison helped Scott up, who went over to check on the Sheriff.

He shook his shoulder. "Hey, Sheriff?"

The man groaned, opened his eyes, and went into defensive mode.

"Whoa, whoa, it's okay, it's over." Scott helped him sit up.

The Sheriff grabbed his head and then remembered what had happened. "Stiles!"

Scott steadied him. "Will be okay, but he needs a hospital."

John got up and ran to his son, who still lay unconscious on the ground. He looked over at Yara who was also passed out. "What happened?"

They all looked at each other, not sure what to say. Lydia spoke.

"She was behind it, working for someone else. I…think they were drugging people, trying to kill them." Lydia knew that was a horrible story, but it was all that came to her.

The Sheriff looked at the red head, but knew that weird things always happened in Beacon Hills; he was not ready to know them yet. He nodded, his denial about the town would make him believe anything they came up with. He radioed in an ambulance and backup. They all just waited in silence until everyone arrived.

At the hospital, Melissa took care of Stiles. She checked him over knowing what caused everything. He was recovering well for coming back from death. He slept for many needed hours. In that time Yara was taken into custody and sent to Eichen house. They could give her treatment and keep her at bay in solitary confinement. The others hoped she would not lure anyone else in and escape, but if she did, they knew she would not try to come back for them. That would be too risky.

When Stiles finally woke up, Scott and Lydia were in his room. His change in heart rate made Scott perk up and he came closer to his best friend.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Like I died." He looked at the two. "Did I die?"

Scott looked at Lydia. "Yeah, for a little while, but you're okay now."

Stiles nodded, not fully absorbing the information. "My dad?" He panicked a little not seeing him in the room.

"Getting some coffee, he'll be back soon. Don't worry, he doesn't know anything." Scott smiled.

"Yara?"

Lydia gave a quaint smile. "Locked up, hopefully not bothering anyone anymore. Deaton said she shouldn't be able to get out of Eichen House, but even if she does, she won't come looking for us."

Stiles nodded. "Good. Scott, look I'm so sorry I led you to her-"

"No." Scott interrupted. "She had a hold on you. You couldn't help it. She got me too for a while. I'm just glad it's all over."

Stiles nodded, and his father came through the door. He smiled at him.

"Stiles." John, relieved, sat down his coffee and came over to his son. "You scared me."

"Yeah, well, I was pretty scared too." He grabbed his father's hand.

After that Stiles made a slow, but full recovery. It was hard at first going home. Everything was still fresh on his mind. He remembered what Yara put in his head, it was his worst fears about all the lying to his father, but he knew it was just that, a fear. He had trouble sleeping, but that was nothing new. After everything that had happened, his father never talked about it to him. Part of Stiles wanted to explain all the strange things that occurred, but he wanted to keep his father safe by leaving him in the dark. If he uncovered everything that happened in Beacon Hills, it would drown him.

Stiles was still having some trouble adjusting after Yara. The first time his father yelled at him since it all happened, he flinched back and almost hid upstairs. His father saw the fear in Stiles and sat him down.

"Son, I'd never hurt you. I know they drugged you, and you thought I had, but I would never."

Stiles nodded. Yeah drugged, not got into his head after sucking the life out of him. "I know, I know. It was just such a clear memory, I still don't really remember what actually happened."

"Come here." John pulled his son into a hug. "I'll always be here for you Stiles, I'll always watch out for you."

"I love you, Dad." Stiles hugged his father tightly for the first time since Yara attacked him.

"I love you too, Son."

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AN: I'm so bad at endings! Hope you all enjoyed this story, and thank you for reading!