A month later and another chapter? I know, right. Who am I?

Someone who loves this story that's who!

Disclaimer: Allison deserved better, so NO, I don't own Teen Wolf.

"You'll be lucky once, when the fall listen to send around.
When the sun comes, dry tears from my eyes.
So you come around as the weather starts to change
And you settle in. And the best has yet been made." - Look Out by James Vincent McMorrow

I winced, rubbing Derek's back as he continuously gagged into the running water of the Argents' bathroom.

According to Daddy Argent, there was something in Derek that made him nearly possessed and there was only one way of getting it out: by reaching in there and grabbing it. And that's what I was witnessing; Derek had his hand down his throat, trying to grab whatever was down there and black goo just kept coming out of his mouth.

Eventually, after multiple gags and coughs and my gag reflex trying very hard not to kick in, Derek let out one last loud cough before pulling out a dead fly.

And the worst part? The kid taking out chocolate syrup out of his gym bag was creepier than a fly being fished out of Derek's mouth.

"Well, there's been worse things in your mouth." I mumbled, watching him stare at the nasty bug.

He shook his head slowly, throwing the fly into the drain pipe, and said, "I'd choose a throat over this." The man washed his face and I handed him a guest towel to wipe his face with when he was finished.

"So," I asked, watching him wipe his large hands down with the towel, "how do you feel?"

"Aware," Derek whispered, staring directly at me.

I swallowed, trying to clear up the intense dry throat I abruptly had and looked away, refusing for him to see the flushed look on me. Okay, so that clearly means he was aware during my confession of love to him. Great job, Abby, way to make your situation weirder than it already is.

"We should go, find out what's happening with Stiles." I nodded, agreeing with him, walking out of the bathroom first as he gestured for me to exit before him.

Daddy Argent was leaning against the front door, opening the door for us, "We're going to get through this." I nodded at him, and walked out into the hall, waiting for Derek to do the same.

But he didn't.

"You had a gun pointed at my head," oh, Derek, let's not dig up the past, that was so 30 minutes ago. "You could've pulled the trigger." Derek looked up at Argent, "Why didn't you?"

"Because you're not my enemy anymore Derek, and I'm not yours." Daddy Argent replied, and I couldn't help but smile, even during the circumstance, because that means he considers Derek an ally.

"The truth is that we should be out there looking for him, right now." Green Eyes stated, pointing out the door. "Especially if he can do something like this."

"I'm not sure that's actually going to be necessary," Argent said.

"Why not?"

"Because if he can do something like this -"

Derek interrupted, "He's stronger than ever, which means he'll be coming for us." Daddy Argent nodded at him, looking as though he knew something that we didn't know but what else was new about Daddy Argent?

That man could know the resurrection of Jesus before any of us. Seriously, the guy's a psychic – he puts 'Raven' to shame.

We bid our adieu with a simple nod because Derek didn't believe in handshakes (I gave the man a hug because he's the bestest Argent) and the two of us walked down the long hallway to the elevator in silence.

Yes, this silence was killing me and no, I was not going to bring up my declaration of love. So, yes, we were going to suffer in silence.

Suffering in silence is more my type anyways.

Derek pressed the button for the elevator and whoever was listening up there heard my prayer as it took the elevator seconds to come up. We got into it, and I gulped, being in such close proximity, in an empty elevator, and reminiscing me confessing my love for him.

I subtly turned to look at him, and even after a traumatic experience for him, he managed to look handsome as hell.

"Five minutes," Derek whispered. What? "Just five minutes." He said again, before leaning over and pressing the emergency stop button on the elevator.

"Derek, what're you doing?!" I exclaimed, clutching onto the side rails as I felt the elevator come to an intense stop.

He sighed, turning his body fully to look down at me, "I need us to have these five minutes; five minutes to ourselves without focusing on what's going on outside of this elevator."

"But-"

"I'm in love with you," Green Eyes stated, voice full of conviction. My jaw dropped a little, taking in every word he just said to me. "And I can't lose you again because I can't imagine my life without you anymore."

He placed both of his hands on the base of my neck, one of his thumbs brushing the corner of my lip.

I sucked in a breath, cherishing the sensation. "When Argent had a gun to my head, I knew that if he had pulled the trigger I'd get to die knowing that I wasn't loved by just anyone. I was loved by you." Derek's hands traced my shoulders, down to my arms, to softly grasp my waist. "The choice belongs to you; the choice of me and you belongs to you, baby. It always has."

Releasing a shaky breath, I closed my eyes and allowed a single tear to trail down my face.

As cliché as it was, I've had dreams of this moment – I just didn't think they'd ever come true, given the way our lives have been. I can't believe he's here and this is real and everything between us hasn't changed but have amplified.

I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me curiously and with the loveliest look of adoration upon his features.

I smiled at him, shaking my head, "You're an idiot, Green Eyes."

I didn't give him a chance to reply as I stood on my toes and crashed my lips against his warm, full lips. He didn't hesitate to kiss me back, his arms wrapping themselves around my body, lifting me up so that he could somehow hold me closer. Derek pressed me against the side wall of the elevator which allowed me to loosen myself against his hold to wrap my legs around his waist. His tongue tasted my bottom lip before barging into its home, playing gently within; I couldn't help but release a whimper, while my hands found refuge in his hair.

This was the moment I so daringly ached for, for months, and here I was living it. He was mine again and I was his, and it felt like the hole that was once eating me up was filled with Derek's soft kisses down my neck.

"I think," he breathed against my neck, "this was a little more than five minutes."

I nodded, legs still wrapped around his waist, breathlessly saying, "Yeah, yeah, we should probably-"

"Yeah, we should," he agreed, letting me onto the floor softly and fixing my shirt for me because his hands were quite high up my shirt. He leaned over to press the emergency stop button again.

The elevator continued to descend and when we reached the basement, we left together, walked to the back entrance together, and smiled together.

Derek walked me to the Camaro, "It's good to see you taking such good care of her." He ran a hand down the hood of the car, before opening the door for me.

"Well, someone had to make sure they kept it in shape and not sell it for a pimp mobile!" I grumbled.

He shook his head, amused, "You never complained about the SUV where we were in the back seat." I snapped my head to look at him, more so sneer at him, and watched as he smirked his infamous smirk.

Well, if he kept these sassy comments up there would be no more backseat adventures.

…Yeah, okay who am I kidding.

I smiled at him, taking a fistful of his long-sleeved t-shirt and dragged him closer to me. Looking up at him, I whispered through a heavy voice, "I've missed you, so much."

"Hey," he softly said, placing both of his hands on my face, "this is it. I mean it. No more running away, no more breaking up to save one other – we're in this together."

"We are? We're going to be okay?"

He leaned down to give me a long, gentle kiss, then practically purred, "You're mine, Abby."

I rushed home as fast as I possibly could because right after I got into the car and Derek and I went our separate ways, Scott called me with urgent news.

Stiles was back.

And Lydia was missing.

Apparently, from the short conversation Scott and I had, he had gone into Possessed Stiles' mind and brought Lydia with him to try and find the real Stiles because he was trapped somewhere within his own mind? I don't know, I don't speak Nogitsune or werewolf.

But from what I understood, there's two Stiles right now.

And one of them, I'm guessing the evil one, has Lydia.

So, a search and rescue mission will now ensue because I am getting my best friend back.

"Stiles!?" I breathed, barging in to my own house, surprised that I didn't break down my own door. I saw my mom, Scott, and Stiles sitting down on our couch. I glanced over at my mom and Scott, before looking at Stiles.

I swallowed hard, "Stiles?"

"Yeah, Abs," he groaned out, while slowly getting up, "it's me." I released a trembling pant before hurriedly going over to him to scoop him into my arms. "I'm here," he whispered, as I buried my face into my best friends' chest, using every muscle on my face to prevent myself from crying.

I can't believe he was here; he was back. I had my best friend back.

Pulling away, I grabbed his face and examined him, seeing that Scott was stood behind Stiles. "Well?" I asked, after Stiles slapped my hands away from him, "What do we do next?" My arms were around Stiles, keeping him upright.

I guess being sucked out of your own mind makes you really weak. I wouldn't know, I haven't been through that – oh, well, to each their own!

Now is not the time for jokes, Abby.

"We need to go to see Stiles' dad, he doesn't know Stiles is back yet," Scott replied. I thumped him. "Ow! Abby, what the hell?!"

"You didn't tell Papa Stilinski his own son is back!?" I growled at my younger, dumber brother.

"Actually," Stiles spoke up, an arm around me to keep his weak body steady, "it was my decision to not tell my dad before I truly found out if I was the real me." I looked behind his ear, to see the same 'S' we've seen many times before; the 'S' that meant 'self'.

Ah, the Oni did their job for once without one of us having to defend ourselves, which was amazing. Note my sarcasm.

I nodded, "It's good to know I'm surrounded by idiots. Come on, let's go to the Camaro. We'll get there faster."

We got there in record time because this time the Sherriff wasn't tailgating my poor Camaro.

I truly wondered if anyone in this town got speeding tickets; that problem almost seems welcoming at this point – almost.

"Ah," we heard Papa Stilinski sigh as we saw him get off his chair in his office, "if I could just find my keys."

"In your coffee cup," Stiles replied instantly, making his father turn to us faster than lightening. "You always drop them in your empty cup."

Why? Doesn't Papa Stilinski drink coffee like a normal human? Or maybe he enjoys the taste of keys?

The worried father looked at Scott and I for reassurance, and I couldn't hold in my grin as I nodded at him because Stiles was here, with us, and he was himself. I think, I don't know; he was definitely much weaker.

Papa Stilinski practically ran over to his son and wrapped him up in his arms. I bit my bottom lip, to, once again, stop any tears that would make their way down my face. God, I don't think I've ever had to hold in my tears for this long in my life.

Even though Lydia was missing, Stiles was back.

I walked inside of Papa Stilinski's office, to his desk and reached into his coffee cup to grab his keys.

"Is it over?" Papa Stilinski asked.

"Not yet," I replied, turning around to look at him, "Lydia's missing."

Papa Stilinski immediately sent out an APB for Lydia's car and apparently because it was so late in the day, nearing midnight, it was all he could do.

"He took her for a reason, dad," Stiles started, almost frantically. He was already his usual, neurotic self. He continued, "If we can figure out the why, then we could figure out the where."

Papa Stilinski turned to make sure no one was listening in our conversation, before asking, "Okay, what would a Nogitsune need with a Banshee?"

It was so weird when Papa Stilinski was using all these supernatural words. He was never supposed to be a part of it, neither was my mom. But I guess I was kind of grateful that they knew, because no more secrets, right?

I shrugged, "I don't know, Lydia's pretty good at finding dead bodies. Maybe he needs to find a body." I looked over at Stiles, considering the evil fox was using my best friend as a vessel, maybe he needed to find a stronger one?

"Scott," Papa started, "you know more about this than all of us."

"Me?" Scott wondered.

Oh, you poor, poor soul.

"Um," I drawled, "your fox girlfriends mom told you the whole story."

Scott sputtered out, "O-Okay, she's not my girlfriend." I rolled my eyes at his reply. "And all that happened during World War II, like 70 years ago."

"Wait," Stiles said beside me, "what did you say?"

"Noshiko told me about the internment camps -"

"No, no," Stiles turned to look at me, "Abby, you said the whole story."

"Yeah, so?" My brows furrowed in confusion, before I turned to look at Papa Stilinski and Scott, then turned back to Stiles who looked like he was remembering something in that big head of his.

What the hell was going on?

Stiles suddenly lifted his head up to look at all three of us, eyes darting around the room, "There's a girl at Eichen House." Oh, dear God, of course there was. "Her name's Meredith; I think she might be able to help."

Thus, Papa Stilinski called in (who I was still sure was Captain America) Deputy Parrish and asked him to find a Meredith in Eichen House. Not even ten minutes later, Captain America walked back into the Papa Stilinski's office with news about Meredith.

"Sheriff, Meredith Walker," Parrish stated. Ah, so that's her full name.

"She's still there?" Papa Stilinski asked.

"Yeah, but they moved her to the Closed Unit."

"Why?" I asked, seemingly concerned to the young girl. God know what goes on in that hell hole. Those poor patients, I can only hope they weren't treated as horribly as they once were.

Parrish looked over to me, a hint of a small smile graced his lips. Oh, dear Lord, he was probably thinking of when I walked into the table while I was trying to flirt with him.

I would like to think I'm much cooler than that, but yeah no, I'm definitely not.

Alas, tis doesn't matter, as I have Derek now – my Derek. I was all bubbly inside thinking of our kiss…okay now is definitely not the time to be giddy.

"They said behavioral issues," Parrish replied.

"What issues?" Stiles asked, who seemed more anxious than the rest of us.

"She wouldn't stop screaming."

Scott, Stiles, and I shared looks of equal horror and shock.

Oh, no.

Meredith Walker somehow found herself in our high school, according to Kira, and I can only assume it was because she was trying to find us but couldn't. So, Scott and Stiles decided to run to the school in Stiles' Jeep. I opted to stay at home, in case Isaac, Allison, or anyone else had any information to give me.

Derek sent me a really cryptic text, of seeing me later, involving the twins, and explaining why he's been M.I.A all night and day. But I knew him, he wouldn't ever let any of us do the things we have to do without his help, so something is clearly going on with him.

I was in the kitchen, making myself some instant noodles, when a loud ringer shook me out of my Derek thoughts. I picked up my phone to see Allison calling and I answered instantly, "Hey,"

"Hey," she replied, "any updates on Meredith?"

"Stiles and Scott are on their way to the school right now. They'll probably bring her back here. What're you doing? Where's Isaac?"

I heard her release a loud sigh, "My dad says it's time for me to graduate and in hunter terms, that mean's I get to sculp my own silver bullet."

I chuckled, "I don't know why the long sigh, that sounds pretty damn cool."

"Don't you wish we were doing more, Abby? I mean, this is Lydia and we're stuck at home." I was hearing her usual calm voice shift to something more panicky.

"What more can we do? We don't have any leads right now other than Meredith." I opened my cup noodles, blowing the steam away from my face, "I wish I was doing what you're doing, at least it'd keep my hands busy. I'm eating 50 cent noodles out of a cup."

She laughed, "That sounds a lot like the Abby we all know and love."

"Hm," I grinned, even though we were in a really shitty situation, I couldn't hide the smile thinking about Derek.

"What do you mean 'hm'? What does 'hm' mean!?" I heard some shuffling on her end, almost like she was excited, "What are you hiding, Abby?"

"Um," I mumbled, rapidly saying, "DerekandIarebacktogether."

"WHAT!?" She exploded.

I sighed, happily, "Yeah, we kinda' revealed how much we love each other and yeah…don't make me get all sappy." I whined.

"Oh, my god, I can't believe it! After months of missing him -Abby I'm so happy for you. Well now," she started, I could practically hear her beaming on the side end of the phone, "you've got some lost time to make up for."

"Trust me, I know," I let out a soft laugh. "The second we save Lydia and Stiles, I'm jumping his bones."

"Romantic," I released a louder laugh at her use of sarcasm. "So, I guess this means I could tell you that Isaac and I -"

I cut her off, finishing her sentence, "- had consensual sexual intercourse? Oh, I know. I was just waiting for you to tell me."

She groaned, "He really can't keep anything from you, can he?"

"Not even a little, but neither can you, so…you guys suck."

Allison laughed at the other end, "What can we say? We love you too much to not keep you in the loop."

"Yeah, well, I love you guys too. Honestly, I'm really happy for you two. Isaac needs someone like you in his sad, emotionally scarred scarf wearing life."

She laughed harder, "First date will be a shopping trip. God knows Lydia will freak if she ever sees that scarf again."

"I'm joining you." I giggled, "If I see Derek in one more Baby Gap shirt, I'm moving to Nigeria to get far away from him. The man doesn't even try to look uglier."

Allison released another loud laugh when I suddenly heard the backdoor open. I turned to see my dad walk in through the door with a sheepish smile on his face.

I let out a very loud sigh, saying, "Hey Allison, I'll call you later with anymore updates. My dad just walked in."

She sucked in a sharp breath, "Alright, good luck Abs; I'll see you later, okay? Love you."

"Definitely, love you too," I replied, hanging up, staring (more so glaring) at my absentee father.

"So, uh," my father started talking – God, why, "why aren't you in school?"

"Well, my grades are fine, and my best friend is missing." I sarcastically stated, "So, school really isn't my number one priority right now."

"Abigail," I flinched at my full name, "can we please talk? You've been avoiding me like the plague since I've been here."

"Oh, you mean like how you've been avoiding me for most of my life?"

He sighed, taking a seat at the dining room table. My dad motioned for me to take a seat next to him, but I stayed put where I was, standing near the kitchen island.

"You know," he said, "every day I always wondered what to say to you, what to say to Scott. You know why I left Abby…it was never because of you." He looked up to look at my eyes, the same eyes that Scott and I inherited. Scott and he were so similar, from the hair to the eyes to his jaw that was once sharp.

I considered myself lucky because I had most of my traits from my mother.

"It took me awhile to realize that," I whispered, staring at the ground, saying the things I've always thought but never had the courage to say. "I always thought it was because of me, and how much was wrong with me."

He suddenly stood up, made his way over to me and placed his hands-on top of my shoulders, "There was nothing wrong with you Abby. There has never been anything wrong with you."

"It felt like," I gulped, swallowing away the sudden rock in my throat, "it felt like you left because I couldn't be fixed."

"Abby -"

I shook my head, interrupting him and shaking his hands off my shoulders, "It took me so long to realize that, that I wasn't something to fix. There was nothing to fix because I wasn't broken. I was me, and I'm still me."

"I am so, so sorry that I wasn't there for you Abby. I regret it every single day." He let out a shaky breath, "I know an apology means nothing after so many years. There was so much I wish I could've done differently because you deserved to have a father. But I wasn't there. I just, I need you to know that I love you, Abby, and I am so proud of you." I swallowed hard again, taking in his words. "I'm sorry and I can only hope that there's a chance that you'll have me in your life again."

I crossed my arms across my chest, while refusing to meet his eyes so that he didn't see the tears forming. "I'm sorry too," I whispered. I took in a deep breath, willing my eyes to stay dry before looking up at him, "And there's always hope, dad."

Reaching over, I grasped his hand in mine and saw him clench his jaw, like he was entirely too afraid I was going to let go of him again. I wasn't sure if I was holding on to us, but he was still my father.

He was still the man who helped me ride a bike and stayed up with me many nights going over my vocabulary while my mom was at work and tied my shoes for me when I couldn't.

There were little moments of my dad being my dad.

And they mattered. They had to matter.

I let go of his hand when I heard the front door open to see Isaac stroll in. He raised an eyebrow at the obvious tension in the room and shot me a worried look. I gave him a small smile, trying to ease his concern.

He walked over to us, specifically me and started finishing my half-eaten noodles. I gave him a look that said, 'please tell me you have good news'. He softly shook his head and I sighed, knowing that Lydia was still nowhere closer to be found.

Isaac used the arm he wasn't using to eat my noodles to wrap around my shoulders, squeezing me to his chest, and giving me a quick kiss on the head.

I stifled a laugh as I saw my father's incredulous expression.

Oh, dad, you don't even know half of it. I, quite frankly, have too many werewolves in my back pocket who would kill for me.

I wonder what would go through his mind if he ever met Derek.

We suddenly heard a commotion from the back door. Wow, people just love barging in my house, huh?

Isaac and I turned to look at who was there, and I could've squealed with delight when I saw Stiles, Scott, and a frantic looking Meredith Walker dressed in monochrome.

Oof, remind me to never find myself in Eichen House. Those colors would drain anyone out. Wow, Lydia has taken over my mind.

"What're you doing here?" Scott asked our father.

"I could ask you the same thing." My father grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest in a strict way.

"Free period!" I exclaimed, "I told them to come here so we can form a study group."

My dad raised an eyebrow at my direction, then pointed at the frazzled girl, "Who's she?"

"She's my girlfriend," Stiles wrapped an arm around Meredith, who clearly wasn't interested. She gave him a slight look of disgust before shrugging his arm off.

"You're not my type," she stated. I snorted, watching Stiles glare at me.

"Well," Stiles dragged out, "obviously, we have a lot to talk about."

"Um," I started, "why don't we take this upstairs, Stiles?" The tall, Adderall addicted boy nodded hastily.

He was about to drag the young girl up the stairs when she stopped, pointed at Isaac, and said, "He's my type." Isaac's eyes widened in shock and I could tell, even with my noodles dangling from his mouth, his ego was inflated.

I snorted again, yeah okay, I love this girl.

Stiles nodded, a little stunned and maybe deflated, "Okay, Isaac you can come too."

We swiftly made it to my room, asking Meredith to sit on my bed and Stiles telling her that she's safe here.

Poor girl, who knows the pain she had to go through in Eichen House? That place doesn't exactly have a reputable history.

"Now," Stiles started beside me. I was stood in between the two boys, wondering if this girl really had the answers. "Where's Lydia?"

"Lydia?" She mumbled in a soft voice that almost sounded like whistles in the wind. "You mean the red-headed girl?"

"Yes!" Stiles exploded, "Yes! Good! Progress. Now, all you gotta' do is tell us where she is."

"Okay," Meredith nodded. "If she tells me."

What?

"If she tells you," Isaac repeated, just as puzzled as Stiles and me. "Can you ask her?"

"I already did," Meredith beamed. Wow, she was the cutest girl ever.

"Perfect," I grinned back at her. "What did she say?"

Her smiled turned to a frown, before saying, "She said she doesn't want to be found."

"Uh," I looked at Stiles and Isaac, who looked at me, before we all looked at Meredith again. "This is lovely," I said sarcastically.

I thumped Isaac as hard I could.

"We are not torturing the girl!" I whisper-yelled at him. We were in mine and Scott's joint bathroom discussing what we could do to actually find Lydia with the voices that Meredith's been hearing.

"I meant scare her."

I thumped the dumb werewolf again for his equally dumb suggestion.

"Abby's right," Stiles said, waving his arm around for emphasis, "we're not going to psychologically torture her either."

"Fine," Isaac grumbled. He cleared his throat softly, "How about this? You said she hears things, right?"

"Yeah," Stiles nodded.

"Doesn't that mean she's like Lydia? A Banshee?"

I sarcastically smiled at him, "Thanks for a helpful suggestion, Isaac."

The man sneered at me before mimicking me in a deep, goofy voice. He ruffled my hair and I gapped at him, before watching him and Stiles go back to Meredith.

That was just plain rude.

Stiles bent down in front of Meredith, saying softly, "Okay, just try to focus on the sounds around you, on what you're hearing. Just focus on the silence."

Isaac was kneeling near him, and he decided to add his two cents, "Listen to the silence."

"Focusing on the silence -"

"Listen to the silence-"

God, it was like watching a terrible play unfold in front of me, but I couldn't look away.

"Okay, Isaac," Stiles practically grumbled out, "will you just let me handle this, please? I just – I have more experience with Banshees."

"Yeah," Isaac mumbled, "and mental patients."

I released a really inappropriate laugh from where I was standing behind Isaac, gaining a large smile from him.

Oh, Lord, I'm going to hell.

"Is anyone going to get that?" Meredith suddenly asked.

"Get what?" Stiles wondered.

"The phone,"

"What phone?" Oh, Stiles you idiot.

"Your phone," Isaac hissed out.

"Oh!" Stiles, you hopeless child. "My phone, yes," he took out his phone from his pocket and pretended to answer it. "Hello? Yes, she's actually sitting right here." He handed her his phone saying, "It's for you."

She held Stiles cellphone to her ear for a few seconds before pulling away and saying, "They say Coup de foudre."

What the hell does that mean?!

"Is that Spanish?!" I wondered. "What does that mean?!" You'd think I'd know what that means because I'm taking Spanish, but nope.

"French. It's French." Scott suddenly said.

Where the heck has he been this entire time? Oh, he probably got an apology from our father too. Fun times.

Apparently, Scott's heard the saying 'Coup de foudre' before when Kira's mother was telling him and Kira of how the Nogitsune was born. It was at an abandoned internment camp called Oak Creek; the Nogitsune rose to power from there and that's where he has Lydia.

We quickly clambered into the Camaro, because let's face it, it's so much faster the than the Jeep. And the way Stiles was looking right now, we needed fast.

Stiles was sitting next to me, with Isaac and Scott sitting in the back.

"You okay?" Stiles asked, probably noticing the worried looks I've been giving him every ten seconds.

I quickly nodded, giving him a swift once over, "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. No need to worry about me."

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Isaac, oh the ever optimist, decided to speak up, "All right, I'll say it. You look like you're dying." He said toward Stiles. "You're pale, thin, and you look like you're getting worse. And we're all sitting here thinking it." I gulped as the truth of Isaac's words. "When we find the other you, is he gonna' look like he's getting better?"

"What happens if he gets hurt?' Scott asked Stiles.

"What?" Stiles wondered, "You mean if he dies, do I die?" Stiles shook his head, "I don't care. Just so long as no one else dies because of me. I remember everything I did. I remember pushing that sword into you, Scott. I remember twisting it in you."

"That wasn't you," I whispered, trying to give him some sort of ease.

"Yeah but I remember it." He let out a trembling breath. "You guys gotta' promise me, all of you, you can't let anyone else get hurt because of me."

I looked at boys sitting in the back seat with my rearview mirror and we all gave each other the same look: reassurance.

We were going to save both Stiles and Lydia, no matter what happens.

Needless to say, the rest of the ride to Oak Creek was in silence.

We arrived there in record time and the second I parked in front of the abandoned internment camp, I saw Allison and Kira get out of Allison's car. I parked the car and got out, going to the trunk while wondering what weapons I would use.

Guns seemed useless against the Oni, and the Nogitsune, so I knew I needed to get something that I could use for close contact fighting.

I truly thought Derek was stupid for buying these because he thought they were cool, but my God, these were definitely coming in handy for tonight – retractable forearm blades.

Derek really did buy me an entire arsenal.

I wrapped the straps around my left forearm, making sure the blade was in its protective holders and went to grab a handgun for a 'just in case' measure. After fastening my weapon around my arm and placing the gun in my thigh holster, along with my favorite dagger, and I rejoined the group, standing next to Allison.

She nodded at my choice of weapon and I nodded back at her, giving her a soft smile.

"We've done this before guys," Scott started. Oh, my God was he making a speech!? It's official, this feels like a scene out of a Marvel movie. "A couple of weeks ago we were standing around just like this, and we saved Malia, remember?" He looked at Allison, who nodded at him. "That was a total stranger. This is Lydia."

"I'm here to save my best friend," Allison announced.

"And I'm here to save mine," Scott added, looking at Stiles.

I grinned, "It's a good thing I don't choose favorites, so I'm here to save both my best friends." I saw Stiles fondly roll his eyes with a hint of a smile on his face.

"I just didn't feel like doing any homework." Isaac stated.

"These knives are sharp, Isaac," I smirked, "wanna' find out?"

He sneered at me, before he started making his way into the dark yard. We all followed him into it, immediately coming into contact with Noshiko and her army of the Oni.

Scott and Stiles went inside the building, but Kira, Allison, Isaac and I knew we had a long battle ahead of us if we wanted Lydia safe from Noshiko and Fake Stiles.

"Kira," her mother scowled, "turn around and go home. Take your friends with you!"

"I can't." Kira replied, "When I looked at the game, I realized who I was actually playing. You."

Allison drew her bow and arrow out, aiming her weapon at one of the many Oni that was surrounding Kira's mother. "Call them off," she stated, fiercely.

"You think you could take him alive? You think you can save him?" Noshiko asked, rhetorically.

"What if we can?" Kira rebutted.

"I tried something like that 70 years ago." She hissed. "Your friend is gone."

"Are you sure?" Kira asked, stepping closer to her mother. "Or if Stiles doesn't have to die, maybe Rhys didn't have to die either?"

The Oni behind Kira's mother suddenly got into a threatening stance, which made me whip my blade out of my forearm holder.

"I see I'm no longer the fox now, Kira." Um, okay? "You are. But the Nogitsune is still my demon to bury."

The Oni vanished.

Um...did she actually call them off?

Not even a few seconds later, Kira's mother released an anguished breath. She gasped as she looked down at her hand and her eyes widened in fear.

"What…" I whispered, "…what just happened?"

"What does that mean?" Isaac asked, wondering the same things I'm sure the rest of us were wondering.

"It means," we heard a voice say behind us, making us all turn around to see – oh no, "there's been a change in ownership." It was Nogitsune Stiles…and the Oni guarding him. Oh, no. "Now they belong to me."

They charged at the four of us, but God there were so many, and we had to fight all of them off just with each other. Two immediately found their way to me. I instantly pulled out my dagger from my thigh holster and used it as another defense weapon, like the blade I had on my left arm.

I shielded myself from their swords, using my arms to intercept their attacks. I ducked when the second one tried to slice my head off. I pushed one away, proceeding to hastily plunge my dagger within it and kicked it away, watching as the Oni fell to the ground. I ran from the other Oni I didn't stab and was without an extra weapon, trying my best to fight it off with every block I had within me using my blade across my forearm.

I was feeling my energy drain with every kick and every punch and every second I tried to disarm these things.

But I knew I had to keep going. I had to push with every fiber in me.

That's when I saw it - an Oni managed to slice Isaac's midriff.

I kicked the Oni I was dealing with as hard as I could so that it would get away from me for a few seconds.

I could hear it; I could hear Isaac losing his strength. I could hear the flesh of his skin being torn. I turned to see him trying to fight off two Oni's with his bare claws, and he was so close to being severed.

And I immediately did what I thought was right.

I pushed him away.

I practically shoved him to the ground, using whatever short stance and slim body mass I had to defend Isaac from these sword wielding warriors.

I abruptly shielded my face with my left arm blade with what could've been a deadly blow from the Oni that was hell-bent on slicing up Isaac. I was still using my left arm to protect my face from its deadly swords, every time it swung its sword at me, I heard the loud clanking of steel from my blade against its sword.

I then pulled out my gun from my holster, while dodging its sword from cutting me in half, and shot half a clip into the Oni's abdomen. The bullets managed to slow this one down and it fell to the ground, when suddenly, another Oni came up next to me and kicked my gun away. I didn't have enough time to duck when it waved its sword at me and I ended up on my knees, doing my best to block its blow towards me with the one weapon I had.

The Oni that I first started firing at was back on its feet. I gasped.

I was fighting off one wielding ninja with my blade, who kept clashing its sword at my forearm, trying to find different angles to harm me. I was on my knees when I realized I didn't have anything else to stop the other Oni's sword from penetrating my skin.

It was standing above me, raising its sword above its head…above my head.

I released a shaky breath.

I was grunting, holding my forearm against the sword of the other Oni. And I realized, it was for Lydia and Stiles.

This was for Lydia and Stiles.

Lydia and Stiles. It was okay if it was for them.

Just for them.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the Oni's sword to go right through me.

But it didn't.

I hastily opened my eyes to see an arrow trapped into the chest of the Oni that was meant to kill me. I gasped, happily, watching the firefly light begin to shine around the arrow head. The other Oni who had its sword still atop of my blade was completely distracted by the ninja beside him lighting up, and I used the advantage to push the Oni away with my blade, quickly dislodging its sword from its grip.

It fell to the ground.

The ground started shaking when the Oni that was shot with Allison's arrow disappeared into a mass of black smoke. It was gone, completely gone.

Oh, my god, she killed an Oni.

Holy shit, she saved my life.

I was beaming when I turned my body to look at Allison, only to see she was smiling back at me.

I didn't see it coming.

Neither did she.

She turned her body for the slightest second and an Oni ran its weapon through her abdomen.

No.

NO.

There was a scream that sounded a hundred miles away, a muffled one, but it was a scream. Was it me? Did I just scream? It sounded like my scream.

It sounded like my voice, with a resounding echo throughout the abandoned camp of the word 'NO' being ripped out of my throat in the most painful way.

Her body was slowly falling to the ground, too slow; she wasn't ready to go. She couldn't have been ready to fall. Scott caught her before she hit the coarse pavement because she wasn't ready to touch the ground.

I'm not sure where he came from. But he caught her. She was going to be okay because he was here. He was here, catching her in his arms, like how it's supposed to be.

It was always supposed to be like this, Allison in Scott's arms once again. And she was in his arms because she was going to be just fine.

He was taking her pain away; I could see it.

I was sure of it.

They were talking to each other, full sentences. She was barely even bleeding. She was fine. She's Allison Argent; she's stronger than any of us will ever be.

She's going to be completely fine.

She fell limp in his arms.

Was she – was she tired? She just went through a lot. She was definitely exhausted. What better place to be in than the arms of your first love when you're tired? Scott was making her feel better. His head ducked down, touching hers, whispering sweet things in her ear I'm sure.

My little brother's shoulders were shaking. Was he laughing? I wonder what he said that was so funny. I'm sure he was making her laugh. Scott's a goofy, funny guy who was probably distracting her.

My best friend was fine.

I blinked and wrapped my arms around my knees, staring at her limp body in Scotty's arms.

Why wasn't she moving anymore? Why wouldn't she wake up from her rest?

She never stayed still for this long. I know; I've been in the same bed with her many times. She twitches in her sleep. It felt like it was raining.

"Allison," I whispered.

I was gathered in someone's arms. He smelt like a familiar cologne, blood, and warmth.

Isaac was holding me. It wasn't raining.

I was sobbing in his arms.

Yeah, I was re-sobbing while writing this episode.

I really hope I did Allison's death scene justice. It was so hard because she was an important character and for her to go like this?

Ouch.

Especially because Abby and Allison were super, super close. Now, it will definitely effect her and Lydia. Hopefully not too bad.

But, at least, there's a Dabby Reunion. The reunion that you all have been waiting for!

Anyways, of course this story will continue.

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Until the next chapter!