Hey guys and gals. This is finally finished... Well, this chapter is. What this story is going to be, is a 3-Part story, told from 3 POV's - Scott, Stiles and Newt. The other 2 POV's will probably be posted as I update the second part to this series - just because they're so long. It took me a good 5 months to get this part completed.

Anyway, for people waiting for my TW/PJO series to be updated, that will happen soon. It'll be called Big Sister, and follow Stiles into who she becomes in Little Brother.

Things are a bit hectic at home. I had to see my father after over 14 months of no contact, and he screwed up being a part of my life again in 7 days - so things haven't been great for me over the past couple of weeks. And I'm also moving in the next couple of months, so updating my be slower, but I'll try to get a couple of one shots finished and posted before I move.

Please R&R/Comment if you want. Picture used is 'Eagle Aurora over Norway.'

Also, thanks to iKnightWriter who edits all my work. You are a Saint.

T.C

PS. I tried to link the clothes I imagined Stiles in, but it wouldn't let me, so that sucks. But if you go onto AO3 - where I cross-post - then you can find the links in the end notes.

~oOo~

Ever since Stiles had been kidnapped, we had become very protective of her. So when she started acting weird – missing meetings, bailing last minute, and leaving Pack meetings early – we took it very seriously. How she dressed had changed as well, and she'd grown her hair out. She hated having long hair before she was taken.

She was sitting on one of the chairs in Derek's loft, smiling and typing away on her phone. A blush tinted her cheeks, and her heart sped up slightly; making all the werewolves' heads snap up to look at her, but she didn't pay us any attention.

Don't get me wrong, I was glad to see that she was happy, but Pack meetings were not the place to let your mind wander. We might not have been talking about anything important or about the Supernatural, but I'd never seen her act like this.

"Boring you, are we Stiles?" Derek asked, slamming a heavy book onto the coffee table when she didn't answer straight away.

"Huh?" She muttered, finally looking up from the screen of her phone, "I agree on the plan of action and I'll research later." She went back to texting whoever it was that had her so distracted.

We all looked at each other, before looking towards Stiles; who was, once again, smiling like an idiot again.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Great, actually." She said, pocketing her phone in her plaid dress, getting up, and heading towards the door, "I'm heading out now. Don't know if I'll answer my phone right away, but leave me a message if you need me."

"Wait! Where are you going now?" Derek stood up, as she pulled the door open, "We have Pack nights for a reason."

"Out. See you later." And she left. Again, only the werewolves heard the sound of her Jeep starting and going off into the distance.

Everybody turned to look at me, as if I had all the answers to everything that was going on with her. I might be her best friend, but we had secrets that we kept from each other. But one thing was for certain… I was going to find out what she was hiding from us.

~oOo~

I didn't get a chance to follow Stiles for a couple of weeks. School, the Supernatural, and her ability to sneak around and change the subject always seemed to get in the way. Never underestimate the only human and her ability to avoid things she didn't want to talk about, and evade anybody who was trying to find out what she was up to; especially when she was the daughter of a cop – the Sheriff to be exact.

Her text came through just before the start of the meeting, telling us that something had come up last minute. That she was sorry, but it was important and she couldn't miss it. What the hell was more important then a meeting about the latest Supernatural creature?

So we decided to follow her. We would all start at her house, pick up her scent, and go off in different directions to try to find out where she had gone.

Also, let's say that the Sheriff was not best pleased to have a load of teenagers descend on his house. Told us to leave her alone. That she was safe. But we didn't listen.

All of the wolves could pick up on a mystery scent, but it didn't overpower the scent of Stiles and her dad. It was musky, but a day or two old. Could just be a friend of the families.

"Everybody got it?" I asked, and everybody nodded, "Lydia, go with Aiden, Danny with Ethan, and Allison with Isaac. We all know the plan, so let's find her."

We all split off, going in our separate directions to take a different part of Beacon Hills, and meeting back at the loft when we'd done our sweep, or found her. Hopefully our search wouldn't take too long. I just wanted to find out what she was keeping from us.

Thankfully, it only took me a few minutes to pick up on her scent. Of course her scent would be all over the town, but after following this trail, I caught sight of her Jeep parked outside of a diner. And she was just getting out as I got closer.

An Asian boy a couple of inches taller than me, with hair that defied gravity, came running out, and swept her into his arms; lifting her up and swinging her around. I didn't recognize him, or know how Stiles could possibly know him.

"Hey, Min? I know you're excited to see me, but you have to stop spinning and put me down." She laughed, clinging onto his shoulders until he put her down, "That's much better."

"We were getting worried about you. Thought you might've broken down on the side of the road in that hunk of junk you call a car." He slung an arm round her shoulder.

"You never complain about Roscoe when you need a lift anywhere, so don't insult him now, or you can walk home. I hear it's going to rain later, so have fun with that."

The boy didn't say anything to that, only leading her into the half empty diner by the arm. Stiles only laughed at the boy's antics, as if he'd done it before, because if anybody from the Pack had tried that, she would've punched them.

"Oi, Shanks! Look who finally decided to show up." He shouted, going to a table near the window, which already had a couple of boys sitting down. One reminded me of Jackson, while another reminded me of Boyd on first glance. The last boys didn't resemble anybody I knew, unless you counted the strawberry blond and brown hair as one.

Each one of them got up and hugged her; one of them asking what she'd like before going to the counter to order for her, while the others continued to hug like they hadn't seen her in weeks or months.

The thing that caught my attention was the fact that all of them were on high alert. Their backs straight – on guard – at unexpected noises. It reminded me of how Stiles acted when she first returned home. Apparently she'd been worse in the hospital, but none of us had been allowed to see her in the secure facility, or any of the other survivors for that matter.

~oOo~

It was after they all sat back down and the food arrived that I left them to go back to Derek's loft. I was going to ask her about it later, but I had to wait until she was alone and it was just the Pack to hear what she had to say.

When I arrived, I found that all the others were back, and sitting in various places around the loft; waiting for me to arrive.

"Did you find her?"

"Yeah." I nodded, "I found her."

"Well? Where is she?" Lydia asked, standing up, "Why didn't you bring her back? We agreed to bring her back with us if we found her."

"She was at a diner, with a bunch of boys." I said darkly, "And how they acted, it was like they knew her well – maybe even better then we do. What if she lets something slip to them about us? About what we are."

"Scott, I don't think she'd let anything slip."

"She was gone for almost two years. How do we know that she hasn't changed since she was kidnapped? We don't even know who took her, and the people who do, won't tell us." Lydia became the voice of reason.

"Do you really think she'd do that though?" Isaac asked, "I'll admit, she's changed, but I don't think she'd do anything to put us in danger."

"We could always ask her." All of us turned to face the twins, mainly because we couldn't tell which one of them had spoken, "Maybe, instead of following her, we just ask her to tell us when she's ready."

Allison and Danny agreed with what the twins suggested, but the rest of the Pack outvoted them. We had to get to the bottom of it as soon as possible.

The text that I sent to Stiles was short and to the point – Need to see you ASAP. Can you make it over in twenty? – and hers was equally as short, with a simple 'Yeah, sure,' coming back only a couple of minutes later. I told her to come to the loft, hoping that she didn't catch onto our plan.

She was on the phone with someone when she arrived, talking to them about picking something up on her way over. From what she was saying she'd get, I could tell that she wasn't talking to her father, unless she was letting him have fizzy drinks, pizza and all the other junk food she was mentioning.

"I'll get them when I finish with this… Get the pizza delivered, you know what I like… Not sure how long I'm gonna be… Well just start without me if it comes to that. I know where you keep the spare… Okay. I have to go." She was right outside the door now, "See you later." I could hear the she was smiling, and it was confirmed when she walked into the loft.

As soon as she walked through the door, she knew that she wasn't coming for a normal emergency Pack meeting; what with all of us standing around the room, and a wooden chair placed in the middle. She knew that this was an interrogation. The smile fell from her face.

"Take a seat, Stiles." Derek said, motioning to the seat, "We have a few questions we'd like to ask."

Slowly, she walked to the chair and lowered herself onto it. She was nervous, and her heart was beating like a jackhammer. I hated having to do this, but it needed to be done. We needed to know why she'd changed.

"Where were you?"

"Why is it any of your business? Are you going to follow me if I refuse to tell you?" She was met with everybody's silence, which just proved her suspicion, "You've already done that, haven't you? That's why you wanted me to come here. I should've known."

"We're worried about you." Lydia piped up, "You've changed a lot since… Since you…"

"Since I was kidnapped? I think anybody would change after what I – and the others – went through." She got to her feet, "Did you think it was all sunflowers and roses? Because it wasn't. It was a nightmare."

I saw her rub her left leg slightly, and it was then that I noticed the white scar peaking out from under her skirt. How had I never noticed this before? She didn't have it before she was taken, so it must have happened during the period in which she was with them; given how it had healed completely.

And her entire demeanor had changed when she stood up as well. Gone was the fidgety, over excitable, innocent girl that we were all used to, because she had been replaced by the warrior – the survivor – who had hard eyes that had seen too much in her short years.

"What happened to your leg?"

"None of your business, McCall. Stop prying into my secrets, when I know everybody in this room has their own." She came and stood in front of me, "If I'm forced to tell you mine, then you can tell me yours. Until then, leave me alone."

She turned on her heel and walked out on us. Danny followed her, but he came back a few minutes later. He told us that she would interact with us, if she had to, at school and on the lacrosse field, but to leave her alone the rest of the time.

~oOo~

The decision to leave Stiles alone was hard on all of us. We saw her hanging out with some new students; who just happened to be a couple of guys from the diner, as well as another that I didn't know. They were loud, kept throwing food at each other, and were talking about joining the Lacrosse team.

"Coach wants some more decent players. Maybe we could join the Track team as well." And she started telling them about the game, and how they should come watch during the next practice, "You can watch me, and my badass skills."

"How could we say no to that?" The new blond boy said, taking a curly fry from her plate, only to get his hands slapped when he tried again, "And sharing is caring, Tommi. You can't always keep all the curly fries, especially from me." He had an odd accent – Scottish, I think.

All of the Pack was just staring at them, and although not all of them could hear the conversation, they knew that the stealing of a curly fry was a big no when it came to Stiles. She would fight you if you even tried, but the blond just seemed to get away with doing it.

"Bite me!" She leaned in closer to him, and he looked like he was about to reply when he was cutoff.

"And changing the subject. Why should I waste my afternoon watching lacrosse practice?" The one who reminded me of Jackson asked.

"Because you have nothing better to do."

That led to a lot of laughing and muttering from the group. It was like they'd had this conversation before, and a similar outcome had happened then as well.

"Come on. I'll race you to Coach's office, and I bet you that I can beat you, even in these boots." She stood up, showing them her 'Gwen Cooper' boots as she called them. She'd been obsessed with Gwen's boots in Children of Earth, so she bought some.

"Alright." The blond and 'Min' stood up too, and then got into their stance, "Three… Two… One… GO!"

Stiles was off like a shot, weaving her way through the tables to the double doors of the canteen; only stopping when she reached them. The other two hadn't even started, but I think that had more to do with them struggling against their other two friends.

"Hey! This isn't fair!"

"Don't pretend that you don't like looking at my butt. I know that Minho does. He used to look at it a lot when we were running the Maze." She winked at them.

"Say what now?" The blond looked towards his friend, who was looking very sheepish and trying to explain himself, "What the hell does she mean, Minho?"

"I'll explain it later, Newt. Like when we are in a safer environment."

"Like when Nick and Alby are around?" The ginger one smirked, "And it's not nice to play with your food, Tom."

Stiles started pouting and leaned against the doorframe, but I could see slight upturn of her lips. She was enjoying herself, and everybody knew it.

"You're no fun, Benny. Neither are you, Gally. The only one who is, is Newt. He does this thing with his…" She gave a small scream, and started running again, as Ben and Gally let the other two go, and they started giving chase to the little brunette.

We could hear them laughing all the way down the hall, and the screams that Stiles issued when they started gaining on her.

~oOo~

True to her word, Stiles got Newt and Minho to try out for the team, much to the dislike of the Pack, most of whom were First Line. We had a little laugh at them when they came out in some ill-fitting, borrowed kit though.

But as soon as they got out on the field – after Coach's usual shout at the team – Stiles, Newt and Minho worked like one person. Every ball thrown, they caught, and they scored with ease whenever they got a chance to shoot. Coach put them on First Line almost instantly.

And the cross-country run we did after practice… They completed it like it was nothing. They beat all the Supernaturals that ran, and they treated the three-mile run, like an early morning jog – even boasting that they'd done a five-mile run together before even coming to school.

Now, I've known Stiles since we were about four years old, and apart from the two years that she was missing, we'd spent almost every minute together. Not once, in all those years, had she ever willingly gone out on a run. She only did the cross-country runs to stay on the lacrosse team.

"We're still on for tonight?" I heard her ask Newt. She didn't even sound out of breath as she took a swig from the water bottle she was holding, before handing it to the boy she was talking to.

"Of course." He answered, taking the bottle and drinking from it, before throwing it to Minho, "Seven o'clock. I'm going to beat you this time. I'm determined of it."

"Dream on. I'm the Master." She wrapped an arm round his skinny waist, while he put his arm round her shoulder, "Gally got close, but Nick is the only one to actually beat me."

"You two shanks are cute, you really are, but I never get invited to these things." Minho said, throwing his arm round the taller boys shoulder, "I always feel left out. Give me a little love."

They all started laughing, and walked off to the stands where their two other friends and Coach were waiting. I tuned out after Coach asked them about the numbers they wanted on the back of their jerseys – Newton 05, and Lee 07 – and asked about joining the track team as well.

I thought it was irresponsible – as team Captain – to add three new bodies to the team when we had a game at the end of the week. We didn't have enough time to train them to the standard that was required, and we had no idea how well they'd gel with the team.

Coach shot me down when I brought my concerns to him though. He told me that they had more time to adjust then I had before my first game. He told me to "Suck it up, Buttercup."

So, by the first game of the season, we were as ready as we could be. The new boys had uniforms that fit, and their own lacrosse sticks and gear. They were currently talking with the Sheriff, and the only other friends that they seemed to have.

"Good luck, Kiddo. You'll do great." The brown haired one told Stiles, as he hugged her, "And I bet the others would say the same thing if they were here."

"How come we never get a hug?" One asked, but when they tried to hug him, he ran away; much to the amusement of the group.

"Cause you always do that, and Tina likes my hugs."

"Don't worry though, Princess. I'll hug you whenever you want. Maybe we could even spoon once in a while." The redhead winked at Minho.

"Look at Benny being sarcastic. We've been rubbing off on him."

That's when the whistle blew to signal the players to get into position, which we all did in nearly record time. Danny was in goal, like he always was, and the rest of us just spread out.

Then the whistle blew for the start of the game, and the ball was in the opponent's hands. It didn't stay with them for very long though.

Minho intercepted the ball when it was thrown, and almost immediately passed it to Newt, who took off running down the field. We all thought that he was going to lose it when he got just past halfway, when every player went for him, but Stiles slid under one of the players legs, and Newt launched the ball at her. And that's how the first goal was scored.

Everybody was floored that Stiles Stilinski, the ADHD nerd who was always on the bench and known as an awful player, had actually scored a goal. The first game she'd ever played, and the first goal was scored in the first minute.

And that was really how the rest of the game went. A couple of goals were score by a member of the Pack, but most of them were scored by either Stiles, Newt or Minho. The final score ended up being Devenford Prep – 4, Beacon Hills – 11.

And then we went to the changing rooms for the after-match talk about everything we did, and how we could improve, but Coach didn't have anything bad to say. He praised the two new players and Stiles, before she left the boys changing rooms to go to the girls ones.

"Yo, Danny!" She yelled, opening the door to the boys changing room, and walking through the half dressed boys; nearly all of the team having learnt that when it came to Stiles, she didn't care about privacy, "You wanna come to dinner with us?"

By 'us', I think she meant her dad, Newt, Minho, and the other boys who were in the stands cheering them on. I'd recognized all of the boys in the stands from the diner that she'd been to before the argument.

"Yeah, alright. As long as you can drop me home at the end." He answered, grabbing his lacrosse gear and closing the locker.

"Dude, we were gonna have a movie night afterwards. You can stay over. Plus, Nick, Newt, and Alby are adults. You'll be in safe hands." Minho said, putting on his shirt and closing the locker.

"I'll ask my mom, but I shouldn't see a problem with that."

Stiles whooped, and high fives Newt and Minho, before jumping on Danny's back and demanding that he take her for food. They just laughed at her, while they walked out of the room; discussing which films they were going to watch.

~oOo~

After nearly a month of staying away, no matter how much the rest of the Pack told me to leave her alone, I just couldn't. I knew that I should, because she looked happier then I'd ever seen her, but I had to make sure that she was safe. So I went to her house.

The Sheriff opened the door when I knocked, but he didn't look to pleased to see me. Given the fact that Stiles probably told him about us following her, and then interrogating her, I'm surprised that he didn't slam the door in my face.

"What do you want, Scott?" He asked, folding his arms.

"I want to see Stiles."

"Well, she's not here." He was telling the truth. His heart remained steady, and apart from a small frown on his face, he was completely calm.

"Then where is she?"

"She's out, Scott." He sighed, "She'll tell you what you want to know, when she's ready to tell you. I think she's just mad at the Pack because you invaded her privacy, and then tried to force her into revealing something she didn't feel comfortable with sharing. She hasn't even told me everything that happened to her."

I turned around and left after that. Apart from seeing her at school, and the occasional couple of words in class or on the field, I'd had no contact with her. I was ready to apologize, but she never seemed to be alone when I wanted to say it. She was always with one of the new kids.

So I was going to find her by scent. Given how well it had worked in the first place, I had been reluctant to do it again, but I knew that now was the time.

Following her scent was a little harder then it had been last time, but I hadn't been around her as much as I had back then. And seeming as I hadn't gone into her house to look for anything with a strong scent, I was working off by my memory.

But it turns out that it was easy to find and follow her scent – all I had to do was follow the strongest scent I could pick up. Probably having known her for a long time helped as well.

When I found her though, it took me a couple of minutes to realize that it was her. And I was not happy with what I saw. It wasn't where I found her, or what she was wearing that angered me. It was who she was with. Newt.

She was in an open back, wine coloured dress with black heels and hair over the shoulder, and was hand-in-hand with the tall blond. Due to the dress, I could see a healed scar on her right side of her lower back.

"So what's the special occasion?"

"Can't I take my girlfriend out for a nice meal at a fancy restaurant? Does there have to be some ulterior motive?"

"No, there doesn't." She stopped walking with him, and stretched up to kiss him on the cheek, "But you are a little cheeky, so you never know."

He started laughing, but agreed with her. He also leaned down to kiss her on the lips, and they fit together like they'd been doing this for a long time.

The smile on her face wasn't something that you could fake, but I kept on seeing red at the two of them together. How could she keep something like this from me? We told each other nearly everything, and that had only stopped when she was taken.

They also didn't notice me until I walked up to them. It scared the both of them, as they were too wrapped up in themselves to notice.

"So this is what you've been keeping from me, huh?" Well this was not going to go the way I was planning on, "I thought we were best friends, that we told each other anything and everything, but this is a pretty big thing to keep from me."

"Like you haven't kept anything from me." Stiles turned around so fast, that Newt had to grab her to stop her from falling over, "And I didn't think that my relationship had anything to do with you."

"It has everything to do with me." I yelled, "If I'm going to keep you safe, I have to know everything."

"You didn't keep me safe the first time." She countered, Newt grabbing her round the waist to stop her from launching herself at me, "You were too wrapped up in your own relationship, that you didn't take the threat against me seriously. And then I vanished for over two years."

Seeing him grab her made my eyes flash red for a second. I knew that she wouldn't be able to do much damage to me, but she would probably end up hurt herself.

"We searched for you."

"Well not hard enough!" She kept fighting against Newt, even though she probably knew she had no chance of actually breaking through his hold, "Maybe if you'd tried harder, you'd still have the friend you knew."

That's when she defied the odds, and actually wriggled out of Newt's grasp, and made a break for it. She had tears running down her face, and the heels she was wearing didn't slow her down in the slightest.

Before either of us could move, she had already disappeared into the night.

~oOo~

After we lost Stiles, we knew that we had to call in reinforcements. Well, Newt did. I was just going to ditch him and follow her scent again, but Newt was not somebody you could lose. He just seemed to pop up out of nowhere.

So I called the Pack. Told them to meet us at the edge of the Preserve – which is where we lost her – and to expect some new comers, courtesy of Newt, who had called this 'Nick' dude and the Sheriff.

Everybody arrived pretty quickly, and oh boy was the Sheriff ready to rip me limb from limb. The only time I'd ever seen him this angry, was when Stiles had stolen his County Sheriffs car, and taken it for a joyride with me.

"I told you to leave her alone. What part of that is so hard to understand?"

"All I wanted to do was apologize."

"If that was your way of 'apologizing,' then you need to look at what it means in a dictionary." Newt all but growled at me, "You made her feel so shitty about not telling you she had a boyfriend, that she ran."

All of the Pack, apart from Danny, all looked taken aback. Stiles in a relationship, was not something anybody had thought about.

"You haven't been around that long. You'll probably leave her at some point, and I'm gonna be the one to pick up the pieces."

"Well we've been a couple for almost two years. And she's saved my life."

The dark-skinned boy who'd arrived with Newt's team of reinforcements, put a hand on the blonde's shoulder.

"Now is not the time for you to lose your temper. What you need to be doing… What we should all be doing, is finding Thomas. It's cold, and she's alone. Our priority should be finding her."

"Alby's right. We should be working as a team, not fighting. You can fight this out when she's home safe, but until then, you two -" He pointed at Newt and I, "– are going to be working as a team."

That's when we all split off into teams. Each group had somebody from the Pack or the local law enforcement, and somebody from the new kids. We thought that best, instead of having somebody else being lost in the woods.

Newt and I walked in silence for what seemed like hours. We were both trying to cool down, but it was incredibly difficult when the person you're mad at, is walking almost in step with you.

"Look, I know you don't like me, but can we just pretend to get along for her sake?" He asked, easily keeping up with me, "I love her, but I won't make her choose between the two of us. It's not fair on her."

"No offense, but I know nothing about you. I'm trying to keep her safe." He had a point, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

"And you think her running around with the Supernatural is safe? Yeah, she told me all about what you guys are, and what she used to do in her spare time." He moved his flashlight to look in another direction, "She actually came to my house in tears after she left yours."

That was news to me, but if I asked Danny about it, then he would probably be able to tell me about what she had been going through since she left the loft and hadn't looked back. He was the only one that she would talk to.

Then Newt's flashlight stopped on something, and he took off running. I only caught a glimpse of what he was running towards as the light moved with his arms, until he finally stopped when he reached what he had seen.

On the ground, was a pale lump, but I knew that it was a person, because I could hear their heartbeat and smell their blood. They weren't shaking from the cold, so that told me it was starting to get pretty bad – Stiles had told me everything she'd found out about hypothermia when she wrote her fifth grade science report.

When I got closer to them, my worst fear was confirmed. Stiles was the pale lump that I'd seen, but she was now covered in Newt's jacket, and he was motioning for me to give him my jacket to cover her legs. I could see that she didn't have her dress on anymore, and I knew that they only started to remove their clothing, when the person was getting too cold.

"Call an ambulance. You know the area better then I do, and I'll call Nick and the Sheriff. If we can get more bodies here before the ambulance, we can start to warm her up while we wait." He threw my phone at me, while he put his to his ear.

So, by the time I got off the phone, Minho, Gally and Derek were crashing through the woods to get to us, and they were followed by the Sheriff, Peter, and the tall, brown haired boy that I assumed was Nick. I only knew four of the six because of school, so the other two were kind of a mystery. And there had been more than six guys who arrived to help with the search.

"Come on, Tommi. Open your eyes. Let me see those beautiful eyes." But she didn't move, or give any indication that she'd heard him at all.

More and more people kept arriving – one group having the wine coloured dress and heels that Stiles had been wearing – and nearly all of them we didn't know, but each giving up their jackets without having to be told.

When the ambulance arrived, and they unbundled all the jackets off her to wrap her in a blanket, I saw that the wound I'd seen earlier wasn't just on her back. A similar scar was seen on the right side of her stomach, a smaller puncture mark was on her left, and the jagged line on her leg, ran most of the way up her thigh.

"Who's riding with us?" One asked, as they lifted Stiles into the ambulance.

I looked at her father and everybody else in our ragtag group, before stepping forward. However I wasn't the only one to come forward. Newt did as well.

"What the hell makes you think, that you're riding with her?" I glared, "She's my best friend."

"Yeah, and she's my girlfriend!" He almost yelled, "And tell me, do you know what happened to her when she was kidnapped? Do you know who took her? Hell, do you know what they did to her? To all of us?"

It was hard to come back with something to that, because she had never told us what had happened. Everybody said 'give her time,' and I never did. I pushed for information, until she finally snapped, and walked away; never to talk to us again, unless it was her snarky comments or just plain ignoring anybody who wasn't in her new circle of friends. Or rather, her old circle from when she was gone.

"I'll take that as a no. How are you going to be any help, when you don't know the first thing about it? You won't be." He got into the back of the ambulance, and the doors were closed.

"Why aren't you going with her?" I asked the Sheriff, who was looking at the retreating ambulance, "Surely you'd be better to go with her. You are her father after all."

"And as much as I hate to admit it, Newt knows her better then anyone." He took a deep breath, "She changed, Scott. She's not the same girl as she was before. When she was found, she didn't even recognize me, and the only people she trusted, were the others who were found with her."

~oOo~

The trip to the hospital was a quiet one. I ended up in the back of the Sheriffs car, with Gally talking the shotgun seat, Allison sitting next to me, and another boy called Frypan – what kind of name is Frypan? – sitting by the other window.

Gally was very angry, and Frypan said it was good that we had the metal barrier between us. I got the feeling that he was more volatile then all the others, even Nick who had a good couple of inches on him and more muscles.

"Newt, how is she?" Gally jogged up to the pacing boy when we arrived, "Please don't give me any bad news."

"I don't know." He continued to pace, not paying any attention to the friend who was no standing in front of him, "She started shaking in the ambulance, and they took her straight through, and now they won't let me see her. They told me that she had hypothermia."

"She's going to be okay." He put a hand on the blonds shoulder, "She's going to be okay, Newt. She's survived much worse than this, and so have you. Don't give up hope now."

"But she looked so pale. When they hooked her up to a heart monitor, it could barely pick up her heart beat." Newt had tears in rolling down his cheeks, "And they had to pin her down because she was shaking so much."

"And we've dealt with much worse with no proper medical equipment or training." Gally started pulling Newt towards the seats, "Sit down. Pacing isn't going to make anything go faster."

It seemed to take an age before anybody even came out to tell us what was going on. By this time, the Sheriff and everybody else who had been on the search team, were crowding the waiting room. Alby, Nick and Gally were trying to coax Newt into looking up from his knees – where his head currently rested – while everybody else just sat or stood waiting for any news.

But my mom came out. If she was shocked by how many people were waiting, she didn't show it on her face. She just looked at all of us, before going to Newt, who had looked up when the door opened; his eyes red and puffy.

"She's okay, a little cold, but you guys got to her in time." She told him, rubbing his hand in a comforting way, "We still need to warm her up a bit, but you can see her, if you want."

Newt nodded, standing up from the chair he'd been in for at least an hour. I was half expecting him to fall over when the blood ran back down to his legs, but he just got up and followed my mom like he'd just walked in.

It would be another half hour before my mom came out again, giving a couple more of us permission to go and see Stiles. The look on her face told me that I was going to be in the shit when we got home. I deserved it though. If it hadn't been for me, she wouldn't be laying in a hospital bed.

"We had her sedated while we got her core temperature up, but she'll probably be waking up in a couple of hours. It was only so she didn't try to take off all the blankets we were using."

She led us to a room. Stiles had a blanket draped over her and a cannula in her nose, while Newt was holding her hand; his head resting on the bed and his eyes closed. The machines were letting off a steady beeping.

"Took us a while to get her heart beat up cause she was so cold. And then when we got it up, it started beating too fast. We have no idea what was going on, but we got it back down to a normal rate."

"Is she going to be alright?"

"She should be, yes. A couple days in the hospital, and she'll be ready to come home." My mom looked over to me, "But next time she keeps something from you Scott, just let it go. Know that she'll tell you when she's ready."

"Absolutely. Understood." I nodded my head, not daring to look my mom in the eyes. I could tell that she was giving me 'the look' that scared both Stiles and I on many occasions over the years.

Even though Stiles eyes barely opened, we all noticed the little flicker of movement. I don't think she was actually awake, but rather it was just an involuntary reflex that happens once in a while.

"Love you, Newt." She murmured before her eyes closed again, and she slipped back into her slumber.

~oOo~

It was hard to believe that it had been so long since the incident that had landed Stiles in the hospital, but before we knew it, all the girls were talking about Prom, and the dresses that they were going to wear, and make-up and hair. It was exhausting, and so hard to keep up with what they were talking about.

Poor Newt and Minho had been dragged along to the shops to carry all the bags of clothes and accessories that were being bought. By the end of the day, Minho looked a bit shell-shocked about what had happened, and how they had been roped into it.

"I was buying a suit when they accosted me." He'd said, "Is it not safe for us shanks to go when girls decide to go shopping? Can you even call it shopping? It's more like a military operation."

Newt was smiling though. He got to spend the day with Stiles, so he happily followed her around all day. I don't think I would ever get their weird group, and all their slang.

Our friendship with them had grown since the hospital. Nick – who was the appointed leader of them – told us what they'd been through at the hands of WICKED, their fight for survival, and the deaths of their friends. I understood why Stiles didn't want to tell us where she'd been. It sounded like a nightmare.

"Stop messing with the tie, you piece of klunk."

Nick and Alby – the appointed chaperones for the night – had been fighting with Minho and Gally for the best part of an hour about the ties that they had to wear to Prom, and they were not happy about having to wear them.

"They're pointless. What good do they shucking do?"

"Make you look presentable, Princess." Ben walked in, pulling on his jacket, "But I'd be more worried about your hair, if I were you."

"What's wrong with it?" Minho ran into the bathroom, looking for any imperfections with his hair, while everybody else just started laughing at him, "It's not funny to joke about a man's hair."

The rest of us just kept on laughing. We'd learnt within the first couple of weeks of being their friends, that Minho spent way too much time working on his hair than was probably healthy.

"You are making an impression on all the girls that will be there. You never know, you might get a dance."

"Who are you kidding? They'll all be too jealous of my hair to ask me anything."

"Just wear the damn tie, before I superglue it to your head."

When the Pack had started hanging out with them, getting used to the humor and slang was the hardest thing. And their hierarchy was another thing. They could wrestle and argue as much as they wanted, but when Nick said 'enough,' he meant it, and they listened to him.

We'd tried using their slang once, and we were never going to try that again. It was definitely a face palm moment, and I knew it as soon as the words had left my mouth, but it was too late to stop from saying them.

"You know, you boys take longer to get ready, and we have a lot more work to do." Lydia announced, walking into the room in a pale pink dress; followed by the rest of the girls that had been getting ready in the other room.

"Do you think this hair doesn't require a lot of work?" Ben joked, pointing at his friend, who was still obsessing with his hair, while Nick was tying his tie – much to Minho's annoyance.

Lydia didn't come back with an answer, just huffed, and turned around again. Ben chalked that up as a win, and high-fived Gally.

"Hey, where's Stiles?" I asked, noticing that she hadn't walked in with the girls, "Wasn't she getting ready with you?"

"She's having dinner with her dad and Newt." Allison told me, sweeping a piece of stray hair behind her ear, "We helped do her hair and make-up earlier, but the Sheriff said something about scaring Newt into never breaking her heart."

"She'll join us later. Wait till you see her dress." Lydia said, striding further into the room, "I'm here to make sure you're ready in time for the car getting here. You don't have much time left now.

So after the tie wrestling had happened, hair had been fixed, and Minho and Lydia had finished their sass match, we were off to the school. I was actually surprised that Minho kept his tie on, but I think Nick had gone through with his threat of super gluing it together.

And about five minutes after we arrived, the Sheriff's car pulled into the parking lot, followed by Stiles' beloved baby blue jeep, Roscoe. Only it was being driven by Newt, while Stiles was in the passenger side. He parked up, got out, and went to the passenger side to open the door for Stiles; before holding out his arm for her to take.

"Proper gentleman you are." Stiles took his hand, and stepped out of the jeep. All we could see was a pair of white heels, before the long, light blue fabric fell over them, and Stiles stepped out from behind the door.

Now I'd seen Stiles in dresses before – she'd been in them a lot more since she got together with Newt – but never anything like this. The dress was a pale blue, with some intricate lace work at the top, and a corset type back. Her hair was up in some type of braided bun, and her make-up was minimal, but effective.

The Sheriff took pictures of all of us – the Jeep featuring in a lot of the photos. I knew that it was Stiles' way of having her mother with her at Prom. Others might find it weird, but it was something that Stiles decided about a year after her mom died.

Then it was time to go in, and have fun. Nothing was attacking us, we'd had a fairly normal couple of weeks, and if we could get through tonight with no major catastrophes, then we were officially out of school. No more missing lessons to deal with any Supernatural threats.

We all had a dance with each of the girls, even though Minho had to be dragged away from Stiles after he refused to let her go, shouting 'we will never be parted my love,' and laughing like a lunatic at the look on her and Newt's faces.

But towards the end of the night, Newt had got Stiles back, and they were currently slow dancing; her head on his shoulder, and he was murmuring in her ear. Her shoes had come off about two hours into the night, and were now being held by Nick; who stood to the side, with his back against the wall and talking to Alby. They knew everything that was going on, and didn't even have to look.

I could hear what he was murmuring to her, or rather, singing. He'd taken to singing the song that was playing to her, and she was smiling. Whatever grievances I'd had against him before, they disappeared when I saw how happy she looked.

"I found a love, for me. Darling just dive right in, follow my lead. Well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet. I never knew you were the someone, waiting for me... "

"She looks happy. What's he saying to her?" Allison asked, seeing me looking towards them, as we danced.

"He's singing to her." I told her, watching as Newt spun Stiles around, and brought her back to his chest. Stiles let out a soft laugh, but never stopped looking at Newt with adoration in her eyes.

Allison smiled at them, but they paid no attention to anything around them. "He's good for her. He makes her happy, and, I know it sounds cheesy, but I think he's the person she's been searching for."

While Stiles getting taken was heart breaking, and worrisome, and anxiety inducing, and we'd spent a lot of time and resources searching for her, maybe it happened for a reason. None of the people from the Maze would've got out without her. She wouldn't have met Newt. And seeing her with him, I couldn't actually see her being happy without him.

"… Now I have met an angel, in person, and she looks perfect. I don't deserve this, you look perfect tonight."