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❝ Doesn’t want me dead, ❞ Scott shrugged, not sure why he chose to add that in but it’s true. That’s the main thing he had to use to his advantage with him and the Alpha pack. Which was saying something because between them and the Darrach, he wasn’t sure they would be able to survive. Both seemed impossible to fight, so he was going with the lesser of two evils, where had an advantage, to take the other one out. Once they took care of Jennifer then they could focus on taking out Deucalion. He wasn’t sure about the rest of them, but he knew that Deucalion needed to be stopped for sure. Everyone besides his pack could agree with that, he was sure of it.

He turned to face Stiles, chewing on the side of his cheek nervously. Scott was trying his best to stay calm and collected, for the sake of his best friend but also to keep himself from losing control. Wolfing out wouldn't help anyone right now and he needed to be focused on doing whatever he could to get their parents back. ❝ No, but she didn’t have a whole lot of time to either because Deucalion had just thrown his cane and stabbed her in the chest for telling me what he did and what she thinks he’s trying to do with Derek and me. ❞ The explanation was vague but he wasn't sure how much Stiles wanted to know about what happened. ❝ I don't know if we can believe her but I don't think she'd lie. I mean, it's Deaton’s sister and she knows we can ask him about it and I trust him to tell me the truth, don't you? ❞ For a moment it crossed his mind that she might not be okay and he should try to find out if she got away safely after he left. Maybe he should have helped her to the hospital, which then brought his mind back to his mom. How am I going to find her?

Scott let out an overwhelmed sigh. He paused for a beat, organizing his thoughts again which was proving hard with the constant amount of information he was gathering on top of how worried he is about his mom and trying to keep it together. ❝ She's definitely not working with them, though. That much I know. ❞ If she was, she wasn't anymore. Not by the way they were acting and if she was working with the Darach Scott was positive Deaton would know. ❝ I am going to go back to Allison's though because she said her dad might have some stuff about it. Is Lydia okay? ❞

It was hard for him to separate how he felt about everything overall, and how he felt about his best friend’s choices as of late. Because he knew that it wasn’t a simple choice for Scott to go with the Alpha’s, but it felt like a dead end. They acted like they knew more than everyone else, but Deucalion always seemed to show up after the fact. To Stiles, it felt like barking up the wrong tree. But he wasn’t a werewolf, so he knew better than to offer his opinion. 

Pushing past Deaton’s mountain ash barrier - the only magic he knows how to do - Stiles entered the back room. Scott getting some work done was a relief. At least Deucalion hasn’t killed him as a sacrifice yet. But the relief was battling inside his chest. How could Scott be calmly working in a time like this? All this supernatural bullshit really fucked them all up. Leaning against the wall, he listened as Scott recounted the day with the enemy. They found the missing counselor, which was interesting at least. Apparently she did have something to do with this. Would explain why she kept so many of Lydia’s sketches. 

“Yeah well, Deucalion wants everyone dead, she’s not special.” He said, trying to hide the disdain in his voice. Nemeton. That was a word he hasn’t heard before. “Did she say what a Nemeton was? Or did she conveniently leave that out?” Morrell hasn’t actively done anything to them, yet, but Stiles still had a hard time trusting her. For someone who wanted others to share their feelings with her, she kept most things close to the chest. “And do we actually believe her? Because who’s to say she isn’t working with them?”

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Going with Deucalion wasn’t an easy choice. He’d been warned time and time again that nothing good could happen by associating with him. However, that was before his mom and Stiles’ dad went missing. After that, he didn’t see any other option. He needed whatever information Deucalion and the alpha pack had about Darach. They had to find where that thing was keeping their parents before this ritual she was doing took them out and the whole town. The question was how, and Scott has never been the best at putting the puzzle pieces together to find the solutions.

That was why when he ended up at work he was hoping to find Deaton to help him figure out what was next. Unfortunately, he wasn't there and maybe it was selfish for Scott to want that after what had happened to him just that week. Though, when he heard his best friend's voice it made his heart sink and he knew why he wanted to go to him instead of the person who usually helped him sort his thoughts. When he'd left Stiles he said he'd figure this out, that he'd find their parents and he hadn't done either.

He moved one of the test vials from the mixer to the incubator and jotted down a note in a chart. ❝ Yeah, back here, ❞ he answered the callout and turned to greet Stiles properly. ❝ A few things, I guess. I don't really know what it all means or where to find things but I have an idea. ❞ He knew that he wasn't going to get away without elaborating ( and he didn't want to ) he was just buying time to try and organize the information in his own head. ❝ We found Morrell. She was being held out in the woods, Deucalion wants her dead, I think. He's got something against druids and wants to take out anyone standing in his way. ❞ As if that was something they didn't know already. The man was evil and he hated having to work with him. Honestly, he couldn't see any other way to stop Jennifer without them, though. ❝ She also said something about him trying to form the perfect pack, more true alpha stuff and wanting me, ❞ he shook his head, still not convinced he was even close to alpha material let alone some special type of alpha. ❝ But, she said if we could find something called a Nemeton we'd be able to find Jennifer. ❞

— who: stiles & scott // @mccallsmemaybe — where: the animal hospital.

“Yeah, Frank,” Stiles said, pulling his Jeep into a parking spot and putting it in park a little too aggressively. “Thanks…I’m about to go in and interview one of his friends. I appreciate the help.” He didn’t wait for his partner to say goodbye, they rarely ever did. None of their phone calls ever had a greeting or a sign off, they just picked up where they left off last. And in moments like this, when Stiles was too stressed to be polite, he appreciated it. He also appreciated Frank chasing dead leads to help find his father, who was officially a missing person. Sure, there was just a little bit of guilt about allowing his friend to run around in insane circles, but he didn’t really know how to go about explaining ancient druidic creatures performing ritual sacrifices and that they were on a very specific time crunch before said druidic creature became all powerful. So for now, Frank could run the cult angle, and Stiles continued into the vet clinic in Beacon Hills. He hasn’t been in there in awhile, his lack of time and lack of pet kept him away, but with Scott jumping the fence to the Alpha pack, this was the best place to meet up, to figure out what the fuck is happening. Pushing the door open, Stiles didn’t even bother opening the waist height gate to get to the back, he just jumped over. “Scott?” he called ahead of entering the room, stopping when he saw his best friend. “Hey. How’s Team Rocket? Y’got anything out of them?”

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WHO ― @argentisms

WHEN & WHERE ― after leaving deucalion, argent house

The past few weeks felt like a fever dream. Allison coming back, werewolves dying, an alpha pack, the motel, people being taken by an evil druid, and now this whole true alpha thing. It was a lot to process. He’d gone with Deucalion for answers. His mom was missing and Noah Stilinski, not only his best friend's dad but in many ways he'd been the only father figure Scott ever had. That meant there was someone else that still needed to be taken and he had a pretty solid idea of who that someone could be. Chris Argent was likely going to be the hardest to take, to be fair. Regardless, Scott wanted to check in with Allison— both to see how she was doing and ask her about her dad. If anyone had a plan on how to defeat Darach, it was likely to be the Argents. 

Of course, what he didn't take into account is the fact that Allison would probably be on edge. He realized he should've texted or called her first when he was on the ground and a silver edged blade was pressed against his throat. ❝ Whoa, whoa, Allison it's me! ❞ Scott held both hands up, eyes wide hoping she would stop before she went any further. Is it bad he finds this hot? He shook the thought off and forced a smile. ❝ Lesson learned, I’ll call next time. ❞

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He didn't say it, but he felt the need to be sorry. No matter what anyone said, he’d put them through hell. Not only just that night, but he felt like he’d pulled them all into things he shouldn’t have from the start. However, he could admit that he wouldn’t have been able to get through those things without them. In the past three days they’d all saved his life in one way or another. Still, a smile creeped onto his face and he nodded, ❝ we do make a really good team. ❞ They always have, and if there was anything he was confident in, it’s that they always would. As cheesy as it sounded, he'd often thought they were soulmates. Linked together regardless of their relationship status. Meant to be.

The only thing he'd change about that moment ( besides the events that lead up to it ) was the location. He would much rather be curled up with her on the couch, in one of their beds, or an air mattress in a tent somewhere. Still, her fingernails scratching against his scalp as she worked through his curls and the comfort of being enveloped in her scent while he listened to the rhythmic beating of her heart was quite possibly the most comfort he could get anywhere in the world. He didn't miss the skip of a beat after he repeated the feeling he'd never stopped having from the moment it began. Scott hadn't said it since that first night seeing her again, at least not while she was awake ( the night of Lydia's birthday party he'd said it back but she was definitely asleep by then ). I love you too, Scott. It took a lot for him not to look up at her again, to stay curled in place with his eyes shut. That was the first time she’d said those words back to him, sober and awake, since before she left. Before they broke up. He tried his best to play it off like it wasn’t the big deal that it was. Also, he could be incredibly grateful that he was both exhausted and she could not hear his heartbeat. ❝ I’m not going anywhere either, I promise. ❞ He said in a yawn. Within minutes, he finally drifted off to sleep for the last couple hours they had until they were back on the road again.

END.

Her hand returns to his hair, carding through softly as they speak. It’s strange to think five other people could potentially be listening in to something that felt so intimate — But the snores a few rows over helped ease any nerves. Hopefully everyone else was more successful when it came to getting some rest. They probably had another hour or so before Coach Finstock came barreling in, anyway. “You don’t have to be sorry,” her voice is soft but sincere, hoping her words can cut through the mental fog he’s fighting off. The compliment prompts a small smile, a small blush creeping up her cheeks. Hopefully it’s dark enough he won’t catch it, though she already knows he’ll clock the rise of her heart rate. She’s not sure she believes it — Her being strong, that is. But Allison’s not planning on fighting him. “That’s only ‘cause we make a good team.” Tonight wasn’t the best example, but it was true — They worked well together, the trust shared between them making it easy to aid the other.

She wishes that she could hold him properly, rather than endure the sad excuse for a cushion the bus seat had. She’d hold him close and never let go if she could. But for now, Allison settles for this — The slow movement of his hair continuing as he turns curl in closer. She nearly misses what he says, words muffled by the fabric of her sweatshirt. Three words make her heart jolt, but it doesn’t pull her away from him. Her hand stutters, Lydia’s words come to mind. It’s a good thing if you meant it, and if you can follow through on it. Allison couldn’t promise him tomorrow, but right now — She could follow through. “I love you too, Scott.” It’s refreshing to say the words right then — When it’s not a drunken confession or knee jerk reaction to him almost dying. She means it, means it with every piece of her that she can give, even if it’s not much. Her shoulders relax with the confession, as if she’s been holding her breath for the last year. “I meant what I said before,” The before in question having been the night she showed up to his apartment, when talking led to kissing led to being in his bed. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” Allison offers, meaning it — Even if she couldn’t be with him, she’d be there for him.

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Scott nodded empathetically. A tent, sleeping bag, and a foam pad on hard earth seemed like a better option than all three places. Maybe it would be a lot better with Allison in that sleeping bag with him and Stiles and Lydia at the next campsite but he digresses. Eyebrows perked up when she concluded her thought. ❝ Do we though? ❞ The words fell out before he could stop them. ❝ Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. ❞ He's not one to be pessimistic about these types of things. In fact, he's more likely to point out that there's always a solution or way to get through it. That hopeful mentality didn’t make itself present at the moment. He felt bad that he was putting that pessimism out to Lydia who’d had enough to deal with between getting dragged out to follow him and Stiles to volunteer and then having to come up with some way to fix him. Then having to stay at that motel. He should be trying to bring light to the situation.

❝ Call it even, sure, ❞ he nodded sheepishly. He’d only done what any decent person ( or werewolf in his case ) would do. That in mind, he felt responsible to tell someone what he was feeling and despite having no proof, there was something about Lydia that lingered in the realm he’d been forced into. She obviously wasn’t a werewolf or any of the other things they’d encountered thus far but she had something special. Scott could feel it. ❝ No, not about Derek. It’s just like, I don’t know. It’s like this dread but at the same time I feel, out of it or something. ❞ It was hard to explain and he didn’t know if it meant anything or not. He listened to her explanation and it was like a lightbulb went off in his head. Of course Lydia would be better at explaining it. ❝ Yeah! Suffocating! That’s exactly what it’s like. But, maybe I’m just tired. I think I’m going to go try to get some sleep. ❞ Either way, it might be the best option for all of them if they can manage it. ❝ But, if you need anything we’re just a few doors down, okay? ❞

"I don't know that this is an improvement," Lydia admits, chewing her bottom lip. Beacon Hills hasn't been safe for a long time — if it ever was — and Lydia knows that things are only going to get worse the longer the alpha pack sticks around, especially for Scott. Not to mention they still have no idea who or what is behind the sacrifices. They have their hands more than full with the terrifying realities that come with being at in Beacon Hills — but somehow those realities don't seem nearly as daunting as what Lydia is feeling here now. If she was the sentimental type she would chalk it all up to the fact that Beacon Hills, with all the bloodshed and darkness, is home but truth be told, she isn't exactly holding a candle for their little town. "At least in Beacon Hills we kind of know what we're up against."

Lydia forces a small smile when Scott thanks her again, feeling just a little bit uncomfortable about it. "You saved my life before. We can call it even?" She suggests, half joking. Although Lydia had been entirely unaware, she had learned later about how hard Scott had fought Derek and his make shift pack to protect her and that is something that she won't soon forget. Her brows furrow, "Weird how?" Their lives have been one never ending string of weird instance after one another for a long time now and Lydia's trying to gauge what exactly he means by that. "Why do you think you did something wrong? Is this about Derek?" Her frown deepens, a string of guilt plucking in her chest and reverberating through her because it isn't like she has been helpful about the alpha pack, considering her flirtationship she'd had with Aiden. She crosses her arms, shaking her head and turning her gaze back at the motel briefly. "It doesn't feel right here. It's... heavy. Suffocating. Like something bad has happened here and is going to happen again." She feels a little crazy trying to explain it, but tries regardless.

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📱 → A VOICEMAIL SCOTT LEFT ALLISON

[ DELETED ] hey allison, i heard you're back in town. i hope you had fun in france. i know you probably don't want to see me or talk to me but i kind of... well i don't want cross any boundaries and i won't, i promise but... i guess i just wanted you to know that i missed you. a lot. maybe we can talk? okay, well, just call me if you want or text me. i love you, i never stopped... sorry.

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⭐️ → FOR HEADCANONS ABOUT SCOTT & ALLISON

when scott first saw allison on campus he couldn't look away from her. every time he tried he would end up glancing back over or trying to find her again. after that, he knew he had to meet her. when they ended up having a class together that semester, it was and obvious sign that he had to do it. somehow he managed to find the courage to say hi and after that, they kept talking. the rest is history. allison might not believe in fate, but scott definitely does ( even if he doesn't say it out loud to her, he's definitely said it to stiles more than once ).

after scott and allison had been dating for a few months, they started their own tradition of taking camping trips out of town for the weekend. this became even more important after the argent family found out he was a werewolf and they needed to sneak around, plus scott and allison ended up having more responsibilities dealing with the pack and hunting. it was important for them to have that time to get away from everyone and everything, to be alone with each other without anything ( or anyone ) getting in the way. when allison left to france and they broke up, scott continued to go to the same spot. of course it wasn't the same, but it made him feel close to her even when they were so far apart. a lot of people said he should be spending that time to get over her but scott knew there was no way he was ever getting over allison and beyond that, he didn't want to.

before everything blew up, the bite, and the complications— scott had thought very seriously about asking allison to marry him. when he told his mom, melissa gave him his grandmother's ring to use. the weekend he planned to ask her was the weekend after he got bit. after that, even after she found out he was a werewolf, the timing always ended up being wrong. then they broke up and have never officially gotten together. the only people who knew were his mom, and of course, his best friend stiles. he still has the ring, scott hopes someday he will get to use it.

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☎ isaac

NAME: isaac lahey

RINGTONE: default

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: okay okay, lunch on me? peace offering?

LAST TEXT SENT: sure. you don't need to, though. i told you i'm not mad.

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☎ cora

NAME: cora hale

RINGTONE: default

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: derek just told me your girlfriend is a hunter. how fucking stupid are you?

LAST TEXT SENT: we broke up like a year ago chill out. shouldn't you be trying to figure out a plan right now, not talking about my dating history?

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☎ isaac

NAME: isaac lahey

RINGTONE: default

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: are you mad about the allison thing?

LAST TEXT SENT: stop asking about it or i'm going to be.

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NAME: lydia

RINGTONE: maneater by hall & oats

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: what did you call me for?

LAST TEXT SENT: was wondering if prada needs a friend [ insert picture of small dog here ] we just got this princess and she's up for adoption or fostering.

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☎ noah stilinski

NAME: sheriff stilinski

RINGTONE: bad boys theme song

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: are you with my son? you better not be at that site in the woods. it's off limits!

LAST TEXT SENT:  [ sent two hours later ] no he just left, sorry i don't get good reception in the woods.

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❝ Stay, ❞ he blurted out before she could say it again or pull completely away. Scott moved forward to capture her lips again, he needed more. This time there was more of an urgency, a hunger. He’d suddenly become an addict that was getting their fix after a period of forced sobriety. A need, she was a need. If that wasn’t obvious before, it was now. He made it last until he was breathless, both his hands now held her face. ❝ Please, ❞ he pleaded in a breath, mouth still inches from hers, ❝ please, stay. Allison— ❞ x

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