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Thank God it’s Friday

A/N: OOOFFFF It’s been a long time. I’m very sorry, my life has been hectic this past year what with graduating and needing to pass my board exam (which I did!) and finding a big girl job (which I also did). So now here’s this pile of garbage that gave me the heebeejeebees, so fair warning. Wouldn’t recommend reading alone at night ...

Summary: Stiles’ first case in the FBI is much more than he bargained for, based on Friday the 13th with inspiration from “Thank God it’s Friday” by Ice Nine Kills., TW: horror, blood, violence

“Stilinski! You ready for a doozy of a case?” Stiles heard his boss, Agent Harold, say from his office door almost as soon as Stiles sat down.

Stiles smiled excitedly, despite it being nearly 7am. “A case for me already?”

“You’re lucky because it’s in your hometown, Beacon Hills. Last guy we sent down there got nothing out of those people, but I figure if we send a former local, it’ll go much better,” Harold said.

Stiles’ face fell. It had been almost five years since he had set foot in Beacon Hills. After he managed a system to handle the full moon by himself even without an anchor, he pursued his FBI dreams. And now, he had to go back as a part of fulfilling that dream.

“What’s the case?” Stiles asked. Harold handed him a thick manila folder. Stiles opened it to find various statements and a request from his father on top, followed by gruesome pictures of barely recognizable bodies and blood spattering on wooden cabin walls.

“A summer camp massacre happened last Friday. About 8 teenagers dead… I don’t know why the PD called us, but it looks like it’s a bit much for a small-town department. Think you can handle it?” Harold said.

Stiles nodded. “Yeah, I’ll head down there as soon as possible.”

Harold left with a nod of approval, and Stiles immediately called his father.

“Hello there, son,” Noah said cheerfully into the phone with a knowing tone.

“Don’t ‘hello there, son’ me, dad. You knew I’d get put on this case, didn’t you?” Stiles accused with a smirk.

“Well, I had hoped….” Noah said and Stiles could tell he was smiling with pride.

“Alright, so… why did you call the FBI?” Stiles asked and opened a blank document and readied himself to write down whatever his dad said.

“Well, like I said, I had a hunch you’d be called to it. And there’s stuff that other agents wouldn’t understand if you get my drift,” Noah spoke lowly. Stiles’ stomach dropped and he took a deep breath.

“I’ll be down there soon…” Stiles said and nodded. Stiles racked his brain about a thousand times while packing, thinking about what he had encountered that could have made such a scene. He knew Scott was away at vet school completing his final clinical placements, so Stiles doubted it was any sort of werewolf, otherwise Scott would be the one on the phone. Stiles did his best to relax once he started driving from his LA headquarters, but the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach was enough to make the hour long ride nerve-wracking..

When Stiles arrived at the hotel in Beacon Hills, a sense of foreboding overcame him. He wasn’t sure if he was simply picking up on the aura of the town or if the blood-soaked images rattled him more than he thought, but either way, he just wanted it to go away. He exited his driver’s seat and grabbed his luggage, then took a deep breath. He was a bit of a nervous wreck, what with this being his first solo case and the possibility of supernatural interference, but he did his best to focus on what needed to be done. He got settled into his hotel room and texted his dad that he was on his way to the sheriff’s station. It was mid-afternoon, so he had hoped the station wouldn’t be too swamped with people who wanted to catch up with him.

“So… what happened?” Stiles asked after he and his father shared a cheerful greeting and they settled in the sheriff’s office. Noah bit his lip and raised his brows for a moment with his head tilted toward the manila folder sitting on his desk.

“Well, the camp is about to open for the season, so the counselors were spending the night like they always do. The night before they were going to let campers in, all 8 of them were killed in the middle of the night. Now here’s the weird part—all campers accounted for and nobody is seen going in or out of the campgrounds before or at the time of the murders on the security footage. There was no sign of any sort of confrontation between the campers, either,” Noah explained as he handed Stiles the file folder with more photos of the crime scene. Stiles grimaced and tried to examine the photos for any signs of supernatural creatures.

“Is there a way that the footage is doctored?” Stiles asked after a moment of consideration.

“It’s an old-school film recorder. I had to scrape off about 40 years of dust just to look at it,” Noah responded with a shake of his head.

“DNA?”

“Campers only.”

“Fingerprints?”

“None.”

“Murder weapon?”

“Unidentified.”

Stiles nodded. After a sigh and a knowing look shared with his father, he said, “Looks like it’s time to talk to Deaton.”

Stiles and Noah drove to the animal clinic the next morning. When they arrived, Stiles couldn’t help but smirk to himself and thanked his father for opening the door for him. He smiled at the memories he had in this clinic, both good and bad. It felt odd to be here without Scott, but he didn’t want to alert his best friend before necessary. He was pretty sure something supernatural was happening, but he needed to rule it out first before he could move on.

They were greeted by a woman dressed in purple scrubs who Stiles noticed was wearing a stethoscope and had a pouch on her hip full of tools.

“Hi, how can I help you?” she asked with a smile.

“We were wondering if Deaton was around? We have a few questions…” Noah said. Stiles nodded and smiled politely at her. She nodded.

“He’s working on notes right now, but I can ask him for you, Sheriff Stilinski,” she said and got up from her chair.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Noah said with a smile.

Stiles quirked a brow at his dad. “You come here often?”

“Well, Liam doesn’t always want to, so I step in. I feel bad for the kid, he’s scared of doctors,” Noah mused. Stiles smirked and shook his head at how little things had changed in the three years since he had been to beacon hills.

“Both Stilinskis… This must be important,” Deaton said as he walked out from the back and motioned for them to follow him to the treatment area that Stiles was all too familiar with. He smiled and waved at the woman who reclaimed her seat behind the front desk. She smiled and waved back politely.

“I’m sure you’ve heard by now about the Beacon Hills Camp killings,” Noah began after they were out of earshot.

Deaton nodded. “Yeah, I don’t live under a rock…”

“We were hoping you could help us… Something to me says… it’s off. In a supernatural-y way…” Stiles explained. “There’s nobody on the camera going in or out, and all the bodies are accounted for.”

Deaton furrowed his brows. “So you have no suspects?”

“None. Not even a footprint,” Noah informed. “What kind of killer leaves NOTHING behind?”

“Either a very meticulous one, or one that isn’t human… I read that the medical examiner concluded the cause of death to be hemorrhagic trauma? Do you have pictures I can see?” Deaton asked.

Stiles responded and reluctantly handed the folder to him, “They’re grotesque to say the least…”

Deaton’s face fell and Stiles could almost see the blood drain from his face as he looked through the graphics. With a sour look, he returned the photos and Stiles tucked them away.

“The cuts are too clean to be any sort of local animal or werewolf… It looks more like a sharp and large knife. Whoever or whatever did that was very clearly not meticulous in any way… I think you’re right, Stiles. There is something supernatural happening…” Deaton concluded.

Noah and Stiles shared a worried look and Stiles felt his heart drop.

“Do you have any suggestions at all?” Stiles hoped.

Deaton’s lips moved to one side of his face, then his eyes darted between the two men, then the floor, and then landed on the door behind them.

“My technician is a psychic medium. I can see if she’ll help you,” he said to them with a shrug.

“You mean like a banshee?” Noah asked.

“Not quite… Banshees have the ability to detect and predict death… Y/N can, well... speak to the dead. She’s done wonders for those in this down who have lost someone suddenly,” Deaton explained. “She can see what happened I guess.”

Stiles was mildly impressed and pleased. If there was someone who could see deaths, then this would be a cakewalk to crack. Stiles and Noah nodded hopefully and Deaton called in the woman who greeted them. She looked slightly nervous and Stiles smiled slightly to himself in amusement. He knew going into the FBI would elicit a bit of nervous energy from everyone he come across in the field, but if only they knew he used to be just like them…

“How can I help…?” she asked feebly.

“Well, the FBI is looking for any help we can get regarding these murders…” Stiles began. “Deaton here tells us you have a gift for finding out what happened to the dead.”

She smiled slightly and nodded. “Well… I didn’t think the FBI would be interested in sanctioning hocus pocus, but I’d like to help in any way I can.”

Stiles nodded. “Well, this part of the investigation, for legal purposes, is to remain off the record. What I’d like from you is something that could maybe give me a hint as to who is doing these horrible things, and how to find them.”

She nodded. “Well, I’m happy to help.”

“Excellent. My name is Agent Stilinski, what’s your name?” Stiles began and held his hand out for her to shake.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you,” she said and shook his hand.

The three of them piled into the sheriff’s vehicle and drove to the camp. Stiles could tell Y/N was becoming more uncomfortable the closer they got to the campsite, so he looked back to ask her more about her power.

“So, you, uh… see what happened to dead people?” he asked.

“Well, it depends,” Y/N said with a shrug.

“Oh.. um, on what?” Stiles continued.

“Well if they know they’re dead, I can just… talk to them. If they don’t, things get… a bit more complicated,” Y/N explained. “It’s hard to explain exactly because every soul is different and responds to things changing differently. Sometimes they see me and respond to me, sometimes they just wander and I can’t make out exactly what’s being said or if it’s to me… Sorry, I feel like I’m rambling, does that make any sense?”

Stiles chuckled slightly, “I think I got the gist of it, thank you.”

Noah pulled through the gates of the camp and parked as close as he could to the crime scene tape. “So uh.. do we need a Ouija board or..?”

Stiles shot him a shocked and disapproving look.

Y/N let out a single-breathed laugh. “No, this should be fine… I might need to get closer, but I’ll tell you what I see or who I speak to.”

Stiles nodded and took out a pen and paper as the three of them got out of the car. There was a sudden shift in Y/N’s energy that Stiles noticed and he watched her closely as she looked around. She stepped under the caution tape with them and her hands clasped together. Her eyes seemed to follow something from the cabin to the lake and her expression slowly changed from curious to distraught.

“Were there any children that were here..?” she asked with a slightly broken voice.

“No, just teenagers aged 16-17…” Stiles said to her. He wondered what she saw to prompt such a question.

She slowly walked up to the cabin marked ’13’, which was where the bodies were discovered, as Stiles had recalled reading in the reports. He was impressed, he hadn’t told her where the crime took place and the caution tape was around the general campsite, not any one cabin.

“Something horrible has happened here…” Y/N spoke in a broken and soft voice. Stiles’ brows furrowed and he followed behind her as she walked into the cabin slowly. He elected not to answer her because he wasn’t sure she meant for anyone to even hear her remarks. A chill settled over the three of them as they walked into the cabin, and the sunlight seemed not as bright in the dingy and freshly cleaned cabin. Stiles would have been happy to have stayed in this cabin as a teenager had he not seen what was in it before the crime scene cleaners were called.

“What happened to you…?” she asked into the room with a tear-laden voice. Stiles noticed her eyes focus a few inches above her next to a bed Stiles recognized to be where one of the victims was found.

Stiles’ heart ached for her upon hearing the emotion she spilled out. He took a glance at his father, who had his eyes trained on her with worry. The two of them, as law enforcement, were taught to be skeptical of those claiming to have psychic or medium powers, but the Stilinskis knew better. While Stiles had never seen anything quite like Y/N’s powers, he was sure they were real. If werewolves and banshees and kitsunes were, how far-fetched could a psychic medium be?

“A man in a mask... He appeared out of nowhere? And went into the lake…” Y/N said as if she was confirming the information with an unseen person as a part of a conversation. A chill went up Stiles’ spine as he realized that she was communicating with a spirit. He wrote down what information he could get from her seemingly one-sided conversation.

“Oh no… No, no!” Y/N suddenly cried out. Stiles watched as Y/N quickly began to become hysteric. She screamed and reached her arms out towards nothing, and fell to her knees with tears running down her face like a fountain. Alarmed, Stiles and Noah rushed to her side.

“Shit-! Y/N, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Stiles said as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders to make her look at him. Y/N’s face was red and blotchy as she cried out in despair, and Stiles worked purely on instinct at this point. He pulled her close to his chest and the two of them rocked back and forth gently. Suddenly, Y/N became limp in his arms. Stiles pulled away to look at her and saw that she had fainted. He felt her breathing against his chest, so he knew she was alive.

“Come on, let’s get her back to the car,” Noah said and ran ahead of Stiles to start it up. Stiles could barely lift Y/N off the floor before her eyes popped open.

“Agent Stilinski?!” she asked in a hoarse voice.

“Um... call me Stiles… Are you okay? You scared the hell out of me,” Stiles said as he helped her to her feet. His adrenaline was pumping and he helped her stand properly.

“I need to get out of here,” she said in a desperate tone. Stiles nodded and grabbed what he had dropped from the floor and the pair headed toward the car.

~*~

“So… a man in a hockey mask and a jumpsuit came into the cabin while the door was locked and butchered 8 teenagers, then went back.. into the lake?” Stiles repeated what Y/N had just said to him.

She shrugged. “That’s what I saw… I was only able to speak to Alice for a moment or two before…”

“What exactly happened that made you.. well..” Noah asked with a gesture from behind his desk at the station they had all regrouped at.

“You don’t want to know,” Y/N said in a serious tone.

Stiles looked concerned. “You said you saw what happened? Meaning..?”

Y/N shifted uncomfortably. “Sometimes… when things are horrific enough, there is a permanent loop for the souls and those unlucky enough to see it… The events that happened play over and over until the spirits somehow break free or otherwise find peace or are banished to move on… So, I saw the events of that night. And that is what caused… well, you saw.”

Stiles frowned and his heart sank for her. “I’m so sorry. If I had known that would’ve happened, I never would have asked for your help.”

“I just hope it wasn’t for nothing,” she said with a small smile.

Stiles smiled back, “Well at least I know to check the lake and look for a guy with a hockey… Hang on…”

Noah and Y/N looked up at Stiles as he stood up and trailed off his sentence. He turned to Y/N and continued, “You only see the dead, right? Then how come you could see the killer…?”

Y/N’s face fell. “You’re right… Whoever did this… is dead. And was dead at the time that they did it…”

“That doesn’t make any sense, how could a dead person kill 10 people?” Noah asked.

“No idea… maybe Deaton has a book or something? I’ve never encountered that before,” Stiles said to himself, mostly.

“Well, whatever it is, I’m sure Deaton has something to help given he deals in magic and supernatural nearly constantly,” Y/N commented.

Stiles looked at her with a blank stare, then spoke. “How do you know that?”

“She’s not an idiot, Stiles. Liam wolfed out right in front of her one time,” Noah commented. Stiles’ eyes grew wide.

“That kid is going to get us all killed one day,” Stiles said with a shake of his head.

Y/N smiled and let out a small laugh. “Well, it wasn’t all that surprising. Once you start seeing ghosts of werewolves, nothing really surprises you anymore.”

Stiles looked at her and gave her a warm and knowing smile. “I suppose you’re right.”

~*~

Stiles and Noah wanted to ask her more questions the following day, and Stiles made a specific effort to make sure Y/N was comfortable with that. She was, of course, and agreed to help them in any way she could. After the horrific events Y/N had witnessed, she was invested in the case. She saw the large ghost of the killer in the hockey mask and the merciless slaughter of all 8 teenagers, including Alice. She spent the entire night researching the history of the town for any pictures or signs that could point her in a helpful direction. She wanted to help the poor souls stuck in the cabin, and she wanted to help Stiles. While she was looking into the history of the campsite specifically, she came upon an article that piqued her interest, which led to may more articles like it. She quickly printed it out and hoped that Stiles would find it helpful.

When she entered the Sheriff’s station, she was greeted by Stiles’ concerned and serious face in Noah’s office.

“We weren’t supposed to meet for another hour, Y/N… Are you okay?” he asked in a low tone.

“Oh.. Right, well, I was doing some research and I found this. There was a boy in 1980 that drowned in the lake, but everything about the case has been redacted from public record except for his name. The picture… I saw that boy yesterday right before I saw Alice. I might be reaching, but I think there’s a connection,” Y/N explained.

Stiles’ brows furrowed as he examined the article printout. He glanced up at her and then handed the printout to his father.

“Do you remember this case, dad?” Stiles asked.

Noah sighed. “I do, but only vaguely. I was a teenager at the time, so I don’t know about the details, just that the boy’s mother was distraught… I’m not sure how this connects to our murder case, though. Kids drown in that lake all the time.”

��Well there’s a lot to unpack there, but for now, that’s exactly my point. At least once a year a child drowns in the lake on a specific day, the anniversary of this boy’s death in 1980. And once every seven years, there is a murder on the lake premises that happened exactly like this one,” Y/N explained as she pulled out article after article to prove her point. She hoped that they didn’t think she was crazy, or worse. Stiles looked over each of the articles handed to him with a careful gaze, and then shared them with his father. The pair shared a look, and Noah shrugged. Stiles then turned to Y/N, who was biting her lip in anticipation.

“So you’re saying that this boy’s death brought on a supernatural murder spree?” Stiles asked.

Y/N shrugged with furrowed brows. “I don’t know, but it’s something. Look at the date of his death, and then the days of each other drowning or slashing…”

“June 13th,” Noah commented.

“In 1980, that was a Friday,” Stiles added.

“And every seven years, on Friday the 13th, someone gets murdered,” Y/N concluded.

Noah looked at his calendar and shook his head with a scoff. “I’ll be damned. She’s right. Last Friday was the 13th.”

“I don’t see a name on any of these… Do you remember what the kid’s name was?” Stiles asked his dad.

Noah thought for a moment and then spoke up, “Jason… Jason Voorhees.”

~*~

Stiles was stunned. The amount of research and care Y/N put into finding this pattern must have taken her hours of dedication. He presumed that she had stayed up all night to find this pattern and decided to take great care when approaching the mother of the deceased child from so long ago. He and Noah knocked on the old wooden door and shared an uncomfortable look before a few moments passed and an older woman opened the door. She didn’t look quite as old as Stiles expected and assumed that she must have been a young mother.

“Hello? How can I help you?” she said once she had opened the door completely.

“Hello there, ma’am, I’m sorry to disturb you this afternoon. My name is Agent Stilinski and I’m with the FBI. This is my associate Sheriff Stilinski, as you may know. We were hoping to ask you a few questions in relation to a recent crime, would you be willing to help us?” Stiles said in a very professional tone.

The woman looked over Stiles’ credentials and opened up the screen door for them to enter. Once they entered the house, Stiles took note of any oddities he could find and he was sure his father was doing the same. The woman directed them to sit at her kitchen table and she took a seat across from them. Stiles pulled out a pad of paper and a pen, and approached the situation as compassionately as he could. This was his first time questioning a witness basically by himself, and he wanted to do it perfectly.

“Now, Mrs. Voorhees, we understand that there was an unfortunate incident involving you and the camp by Beacon Hills lake a number of years ago… Would you be able to tell us about that?” Stiles began.

The woman took a breath and gave a knowing nod. “The death of my dear son Jason… I’m not surprised you haven’t heard of him. Yes, I believe it was the summer of 1980, by boy was only 9 and he had always had a hard time swimming, but when I signed him up for that camp, they were sure that he’d come out a better swimmer and would always be supervised. Who knew that teenagers could be so irresponsible! They told me that he ran off by himself into the lake and nobody knew where he went until the two counselors who were coming back from their break saw his body floating in the lake…”

Stiles wrote down a synopsis in bullet points and gave her a compassionate look. “This must be very painful for you, I’m so sorry for your loss. The reason I’m asking you today is because last Friday there were eight teenagers murdered in their cabin. Did you hear bout that?”

The woman looked shocked, but Stiles saw glint of recognition in her eye. He had a hunch that she did know about it, but wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt.

“I knew nothing of that… Sounds horrible, those poor dears… I must not have read the paper that day.. You don’t think I had anything to do with it, do you??” the woman said and began to express a form of panic that Stiles had seen a few times, but only by people or creatures who were trying to deceive him.

He played it off, “No ma’am, we just wanted to get a full history of every incident that’s happened at the camp. Is there anything else you can tell us about that day?”

She let out a sigh of relief and thought for a moment. “Not that I can recall.”

Stiles closed his notebook and handed her his business card. “Well, if you think of anything, don’t hesitate to call. Thank you for your time, and I’m so sorry for your loss.”

The Stilinskis exited the house and loaded back into the sheriff’s car.

“That old lady is full of it,” Stiles commented once they began driving.

“She knew something and she wasn’t telling us… I think we need a search warrant,” Noah said with a shake of his head.

“How are we going to do that? No reasonable judge is going to grant that to you without some serious evidence,” Stiles added, exasperated.

There was a long pause where Stiles thought through every option he could. Then, Noah spoke up.

“If she’s willing, we can Y/N back there and she can tell us what she sees. Maybe Jason possessed his mom or something, but it seems like we need to get more to this story,” he said. Stiles’ eyes went wide and he looked at his father.

“After what happened to her the last time? Absolutely not. I cannot let her go through that again,” he said definitively and protectively.

Noah cracked a small smile and suggested, “We should at least give her the option. I know she’s invested in this case and I’m sure she wants to do whatever she can to help.”

Stiles thought for a moment and he wasn’t sure if it was his urge to want to see Y/N again or his lack of better judgement, but he agreed and the pair drove to the animal clinic.

“I’ll absolutely do that. Anything I can do to help is something I’m willing to do,” Y/N said when the idea was posed to her.

“Okay great. You and Stiles can go tonight and search for clues, work your magic, and find a ghost killer,” Noah said with a smile. Y/N laughed at his remark.

“Okay.. Um, I’ll meet you at the sheriff’s station at 7, then?” Stiles asked her.

She nodded. “I’ll be there with my Ouija board.”

Stiles’ eyes went wide and he saw her double over in laughter.

“I’m kidding!”

Stiles went back to his hotel and changed out of his suit and into a pair of joggers and a t-shirt to send in his report for the day. He had to carefully choose his words because not all of what he was doing was necessarily sanctioned by the government. If Pamela Voorhees was behind the killings (and he had a strong suspicion she was), he had to find tangible proof, not just ghost sightings from a local and very beautiful and talented medium. He submitted his barely-there report and hoped Agent Harold would be sated given the lack of physical evidence at this point in the investigation.

Once he was ready and the time came, Stiles packed his gun, badge, handcuffs, and a couple flashlights for this ghost excursion. Not very much bothered Stiles, but ghosts were quite terrifying. Ever since he had overcome his demonic possession, anything resembling a ghost gave him the heebeejeebees. He had to power through it, though. Images of the butchered teenagers flashed in his mind as a reminder to be brave and to get justice for them. He pulled up to the sheriff’s station and found that Y/N was already there and dressed in darker clothing as well.

“Hey! I brought snacks. I didn’t know how long we were going to be out, but I figured Cheez-its are always a good option,” Y/N offered him with a smile. “Are you ready?”

Stiles smiled at her offer and nodded. “You do this often?”

They piled into his car and she shrugged. “Not usually this official. I’ve never worked with a man in uniform before.”

Stiles chuckled slightly. “Well, I’m kind of out of uniform at this point, but I do have my gun and badge if anything were to happen.”

“Well still. I usually only do these sorts of things for people who are mourning and want closure from a sudden or unexplained death. I actually had Alice’s mother come up to me in the store today…” Y/N said somberly.

Stiles’ heart ached for her as he imagined the burden of a grieving mother desperately asking for help. “I.. can’t imagine… What did you say to her?”

“I lied. I told her her daughter was with her and resting peacefully,” Y/N said in a serious tone. “It’s not like I could say ‘yeah she’s trapped in a loop where she gets murdered over and over until her spirit can move on once justice is served, which might not be ever because it looks like she was killed by a ghost.’”

Stiles’ face fell. “I’m going to do my best to give them justice. I hope you know that.”

Y/N let out a breath and nodded. “I do. But I also know that this case is probably very frustrating and I’m sure everything we’ve found out so far you’ve kept off the record… While I’m hopeful and I believe in you, I know the reality of the situation.”

Stiles smiled slightly at her saying she believed in him as he pulled up to the caution tape in front of the camp where they had been yesterday. He shut his car off and the air immediately felt more chilled and ominous.

“Alright, let’s get to ghostbusting,” Y/N mused with a sly smile.

“Oh god,” Stiles groaned.

They ventured into the cabin and Stiles could sense Y/N’s trepidation upon walking inside the cabin once more. Only illuminated by the flashlights they brought, the room looked much smaller than in the daylight, and the eeriness about the room was accentuated by the close-by lake’s fog. He saw her eyes move about the room and land on the bed farthest from them and she seemed to go into a trance-like state.

“He drowned in all our sins, he drowned in our mistakes… fueled by the flood we pay in blood the curse of the crystal lake…” Y/N said in a fashion that impressed to Stiles she was repeating after something. Her voice was hauntingly low and almost sounded like a song.

Y/N was seeing a campfire on the edge of the room. She saw the spirits of not only the eight teenagers she had seen before, but countless others gathered around the fire and chanting along to the beat. She couldn’t figure out why they were there, but her gut feeling told her to not join them. For some reason, she couldn’t look away.

She repeated the chant once more, and Stiles saw her eyes water. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, which she responded to by seeming to break out of her trance and looking up at him with a small and sad smile. She put her hand over his and Stiles took comfort in her warm touch when he suddenly heard a small whistling from outside the window.

“Ki, ki, ki, ma, ma, ma…” the whisper had said in a machine-made sounding rhythmic whisper.

“What the fuck was that?!” he whisper-yelled. He looked out the nearby window and saw nothing but the light fog surrounding a few trees that his flashlight hit with its beam. He turned back to the middle of the cabin.

“Probably the ghost we’re trying to find,” Y/N surmised plainly. Stiles looked at her with a pleading expression and wide eyes.

“I hate everything about that sentence,” he said in a desperate tone.

“OH SHIT!” Y/N screamed and Stiles immediately grabbed his gun and pointed it towards the door where he saw an enormous figure blocking their path. It seemed to be human and wielded a comically sized machete in one hand and an equally large axe in the other. Covering its face was a hockey mask that had two red marks above the eyes that Stiles could only see blackness in.

Stiles stood in front of Y/N and pointed his gun at the figure. “Drop the weapons and put your hands above your head!”

“It’s a ghost, you can’t just shoot it,” Y/N said.

“I can’t let you get hurt,” Stiles responded lowly and addressed the non-compliant figure once more. “Put the weapons down slowly and place your hands on top of your head!”

The figure didn’t comply and instead it began to advance towards them. Stiles’ heart was pounding and he felt Y/N run to the front of the cabin once the large man had cleared the doorway enough for her to sneak by him. Before Stiles could get another word out, Y/N shouted once more.

“Jason Voorhees!” she said. The man turned and faced her and advanced quickly towards her. Stiles fired a shot into his chest from the back and the man didn’t even flinch. Stiles heard anguished screams come from Y/N and he had to think quickly.

“Fuck,” Stiles swore and ran at the figure who had given Y/N a few good whacks from the machete. They were exited from the cabin and Stiles thought to maybe run to the lake. He didn’t have too much experience with ghosts, but he figured it wasn’t going to hurt anything.

“Jason Voorhees!” Stiles commanded, and the figure’s attention was drawn to Stiles. He dropped his hold on Y/N and stood in front of Stiles within a few steps.

“Good, Jason! Kill for mommy!” Stiles heard a familiar woman’s voice say. He looked over and saw none other than Pamela Voorhees standing in the same stance Jason was but with empty hands where she mimed holding the weapons. “Kill him so we can keep getting our revenge on this wretched town!”

Just as he was about to do some serious damage to Stiles, Y/N’s voice rang out.

“Jason Voorhees, you are not of this world, and I command you to leave! I cast you out of this realm and into the next!” Y/N screamed from behind the figure. Pamela’s gaze turned angry and both she and Jason turned toward her at the same time.

“No!” Pamela sneered. “How dare you?!”

Stiles noticed Y/N holding her side as she screamed with conviction at the attacker. “I cast you out!”

Without warning, the figure was gone from sight and only the machete and axe remained. Stiles saw Pamela lunge towards the dropped weapons and grab them, then run at Y/N screaming in anger. Stiles rushed the pair an managed to disarm Pamela and pin her to the ground. He pulled out his handcuffs and began to detain Pamela.

“Pamela Voorhees, you’re under arrest for the assault and attempted murder of Y/N Y/L/N,” Stiles said.

“He was my son and those counselors were off having sex instead of watching him!” she cried out as he handcuffed her and read her the Miranda rights. “They deserved it!”

“I suggest you use that first right before we consider that a full-blown murder confession,” Stiles said matter-of-factly.

Stiles looked over at Y/N and saw that she was stabilizing herself on a tree. She managed to sit down and was holing her side from what he could see through the darkness. Stiles sat Pamela by an opposite tree and pulled out his phone and dialed 911.

“What the hell happened?!” Noah said to Stiles as he ran out of his squad car once he and the ambulance arrived at the campsite.

“Officially, Y/N was taking a jog and got lost, then this lady came after her with an axe and machete from over there,” Stiles said to Noah. “So I arrested her. I trust you can handle her booking?”

Noah put his hands up and motioned for him to place her in the back of his car. Once the car door was shut, Stiles noticed that the ambulance had taken off with Y/N.

“Hey, before you go chasing after your sweetheart, I just want you to know this: I’m proud of you, son,” Noah said with a smile. Stiles smiled back and got into his car and raced to the hospital.

When stiles entered the hospital, he was greeted with a warm smile from Melissa, who happened to be at the front desk.

“Stiles! Hi, I didn’t know you were coming to visit!” she said with a cheery smile. Stiles smiled and gave her a quick embrace. She then noticed his attire, he assumed, and her face dropped. “What happened?”

“A woman named Y/N Y/L/N just got here, I believe?” Stiles asked with hope.

She nodded and went to look on the computer. “Yeah, they’re checking her in now. Looks like she’s still alert and responsive. Room 3.”

Stiles smiled and thanked her before rushing down the hall and pulling the curtain away from the front of Room 3.

“Stiles! You’re okay?” Y/N said. He noticed that a nurse was just finishing up a pressure bandage for the gash on Y/N’s side.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the room unless you are family or significant other,” the nurse said impatiently.

“He’s my boyfriend,” Y/N said to her. “Sorry..”

Stiles blushed and smiled to himself at her boldness. The nurse nodded and left the room and closed the curtain behind me.

“Boyfriend, huh?” Stiles said with a sly smile.

Y/N blushed a deep red that almost matched the blood stains on her hand. “I didn’t want you to leave.”

Stiles smiled and bit his lip. “Well, since I’m your boyfriend, I get to kiss you, right?”

Y/N smiled and let out a small laugh. “I’m pretty sweaty and gross right now, but sure. Pucker up, lover boy.”

Stiles moved closer to her and placed a hand on her cheek. “Oh so now I’m lover boy?”

“I suppose you are,” Y/N responded and the distance between their lips closed. Stiles wasn’t sure if his boldness was feeding from hers or the fact that his adrenaline was still pumping through him, but in this moment he just wanted her to be safe and happy. When he pulled away form her, they shared a small laugh.

“That was really nice,” Y/N said. Stiles nodded in agreement.

“We should do it more often. Not the ghost hunting, but the kissing part,” Stiles suggested.

After they had finished at the hospital and Y/N had gotten plenty of suture in her, Stiles drove back to the sheriff’s station and parked his car.

“How did you know..?” Stiles asked. Y/N gave him a puzzled look. “With Jason’s ghost… How did you know how to make him disappear?”

“Well, when I saw his mother basically controlling him, I guessed that she had summoned him, so I used my ability to speak to the dead to cast his spirit away. I’ve only done it a couple times, and I’m glad it worked,” Y/N said.

“You saved me. Thank you for that,” Stiles said and gripped her hands in his.

Y/N nodded and smiled and held his hands in hers. “You saved mine, too. Thank you. You brought so many souls peace tonight… You should feel good about that.”

He smiled and looked down at their hands. “I’m glad.” As the sun began to rise, Stiles smiled at Y/N and gave her a kiss on the cheek after she yawned. “Go get some sleep.”

“Will I get to see you again?” she asked in a serious tone. Stiles nodded immediately.

“I live about an hour away, so we won’t have to be too long distance,” he said to her. “And.. if you wanted… You could help me out on the next case. Say we meet up next Friday?”

Y/N smiled and laughed with a nod. “As long as it’s not the 13th.”

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