Olivia's POV:

"What in the hell were you three thinking?" Sheriff Stilinski incredulously asks as Allison barely finished putting on a brace for Stiles' injured hand while Scott and I watched.

Scott sheepishly scratched his neck. "We were just trying to help."

"Why don't you try and help me understand--" He looks around before he leaned closer and lowered his voice. "--what the hell happened here?"

"Right! Uh--well, we were trying to gently persuade him to pull over..." Stiles trails off, looking to me for help.

"And Scott might have, sort of...tried to scare him just a little." I awkwardly explain as I fiddle with my sleeves. "I may or may not have also gone a bit overboard with the fire and the driver may have also called me the spawn of Satan."

"But it was for a good reason!" Scott added. "He was getting away?"

Sheriff gives us a pointed look. "He got away."

"Right! Because obviously he's some sort of criminal mastermind, Dad!" Stiles tried to argue but Sheriff didn't look too pleased.

"Uh-huh." He mutters as he gestured for us to follow him to the back of the van. "You want to guess what the stolen merchandise is? Hmmm?" He looks towards Allison and nods his head towards the back doors, motioning for her to open it.

She opens the back doors, revealing it was full of large gas tanks.

"Critical life-saving medical equipment?" Stiles questioned with a hopeful smile.

Stilinski shook his head. "No."

"...Poison gas?"

"Nope!"

Stiles's posture deflates a bit. "Filled with drugs...?"

"Helium."

I pinch the bridge of my nose with a sigh. "Oh god."

"H-Helium?" Stiles's voice cracks in which Sheriff nods in confirmation before he turned to walk away, leaving his son in disbelief.

"What kind of grown man steals helium!" Stiles exclaimed in frustration.

"I knew this was a bad idea." I mutter so Allison could only hear. "Maybe we would've had extra time to spare."

She lets out a snort before she leaned close to my ear. "If we're being honest, I'm surprised you're still walking."

My cheeks instantly flush as I turned to her with shock. "Allison!"

"Ms. Argent, I need you over here!" Sheriff Stilinski called from behind.

"Be right there!" She calls out before giving a quick kiss on my cheek. "I'll see you later." She whispered before splitting away from us.

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"This could be a good thing." Scott breaks the silence as he drove Stiles' jeep since we both knew he was disappointed about the accidental chase.

Stiles scoffed. "That we saved helium?"

"I totally could have continued my study date with Allison." I mutter as I crossed my arms. "Instead of chasing a guy that stole helium."

"No, I mean that..." He pauses his sentence which causes me to sit up properly from the backseat. "they don't need us anymore."

Stiles scoffs once more and from the side-view mirror I could see him roll his eyes. "Okay, well, they need us. They just don't know it."

"Stiles, you do realize that we're all going off to college soon." I gently remind, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Soon enough we need to worry about moving out into our dorms or apartments instead of fighting and worrying about whatever is gonna kill us."

Scott nods in agreement. "Beacon Hills is gonna have to survive without us."

"Beacon Hills will burn to the ground without us." Stiles defensively argued.

"Stiles...they don't need us." Scott softly answered.

Within seconds, Stiles' phone vibrates in his pocket and he looks down, an excited expression slowly forming on his face before he held up his phone for us to see.

I look down to the Caller ID, seeing that the call is from Sheriff Stilinski. "Don't tell me..." I whine, leaning my head back against the seat.

"They need us!" Stiles exclaimed with a grin.

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"Ah!" Scott pulls his hand out of the back of the little boy's neck.

I crouch down to the kid's level as Stiles and Sheriff Stilinski held Scott to keep his balance. "What'd you see?"

Scott shakes his head with slight disbelief. "I saw a guy on a horse..."

I raise a brow, placing my hand on the back of the kid's neck to heal the indents. "A horse?"

He nods. "He had a gun."

"Okay...a guy with a gun?" Sheriff asked with confusion "That sounds like my department, not yours."

"What about his parents?" Stiles continued to persist. "What happened to them?"

"I don't know. That's all I remember, but..." Scott tries to focus before he shook his head. "I got this feeling."

Sheriff's expression contorts to hesitation. "What kind of feeling?"

"They're coming back." The boy looks up from the ground once I finish. "They're coming for me."

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"Hm." Lydia hummed to herself as she eyed herself in the rear-view mirror.

Stiles flails from the Turner's backseat before sitting up with an eager expression. "What?"

I watch as Lydia holds up her left hand and brushes her fingers along her cheekbone. "This is a perfect shade for me. I forget the name."

"The nail polish or the skin tone for your makeup?" I snort, noticing Stiles' disbelief.

"Well, I know the nail polish is a mint green so I'm trying to remember--"

"Can we please stay on topic?" Stiles interrupts with exasperation laced in his tone.

Lydia sighs as she wrapped her fingers around the steering wheel again "I'm not getting anything."

"I tried asking my dad but he doesn't have the slightest clue either." Allison added as Scott silently continued to examine the windshield. "Paid hitman maybe?"

The howl of a coyote goes off in the distance which causes us to turn, seeing the gray coyote with glowing blue eyes jump over the stack of tires and approach us. The animal slowly shifts into human, revealing a completely naked Malia which caused Allison to hand her the spare clothes to get dressed.

"I don't think they're dead." Lydia explains as she stepped out of the car and shut the door behind her.

Malia rolled her eyes as she pulled her shirt over her head. "They're dead. Probably torn apart. The only thing I don't get is why there's no blood."

"Hey, what did we say about optimism?" Allison spoke, giving Malia a knowing look in which the were-coyote sighed.

"Be hopeful and less pessimistic..." Malia muttered before she shook her head. "but seriously, I think they're dead."

"They're not dead." Lydia repeated before looking to the rest of us. "If they were dead, I'd sense it."

"If they were alive, I'd smell it."

"I called Phoebe to see if she knew anything else but she doesn't have the slightest clue of what it could be. She was gonna look into it tonight once she dropped off Hayden." I add with a shrug. "Other than that, we're all pretty much in the same boat."

"Yeah, I'm not getting anything either." Scott interjected once he looked away from the windshield.

"Scott, what are you talking about?" Stiles exasperated as he finally got out of the car. "You were in his head for four minutes! I timed it."

"Well, it's not an exact science..." Scott trailed off with a shrug. "And he's a kid. Maybe he's too freaked out to remember?"

"I'd believe it. I mean, didn't the Dread Doctors force you guys to relive past traumas we forced ourselves to forget?" Allison reminded which caused some of us to nod. "See."

"Why does it matter if they're dead?" Malia asked as she slid on her shorts. "Dead is dead."

"If it's just a robbery, we can't help them." Stiles gestured to all of us. "And, if it's something supernatural, my dad can't help them."

Lydia raises a brow. "It sounds like you want it to be supernatural." She accused.

"It's been, like...three months since anything's happened." Stiles tried to explain which caused Lydia to scoff.

"Yeah, and once a week, you drag me out of bed like I'm some sort of supernatural metal detector!" She exclaimed.

"Yeah I'm not exactly a fan of waking up in the middle of the night by your texts telling me to 'sharpen my knives' and reload my crossbow with 'my most deadliest arrows' because of a 'potential supernatural threat'." Allison held her hands up and used her fingers for the quotations before crossing her arms with discomfort. "Every time I tag along with your dad, it's completely normal stuff."

"Okay, it is way more often than that." Stiles emphasized, causing Lydia to roll her eyes. "You can't tell me that you think this is just some series of impossible coincidences?"

"What I'm saying is maybe that wouldn't be so bad." Lydia huffed before she walked off to her car with Malia trailing behind.

Allison looks back to me with a small smile. "I can give you a ride home if you want? Sheriff let me off early for tonight."

I worriedly look back to Stiles, seeing as he went back inside the Turner's car and stared off into where the windshield used to be. Scott walks over to him and leaned against the driver's side door with a small smile.

I shake my head as I turn to Allison. "I'm going to stick around with them for a bit."

She nods before she glances down to her phone and her eyes widen slightly. "Oh!" Before I could ask what's wrong, she quickly cups my cheek with her hand and pressed her lips against mine, causing me to smile. "Happy Eighteenth Birthday, ma amour."

"Never will I get tired of hearing you speak French." I hum, wrapping my arms around her waist. "But thank you. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Of course. Still need to give you your birthday present." She winked, leaving me with my cheeks to flushed as she turned to follow after where Lydia and Malia walked off to.

"So...are we going to spend the rest of the night staring at a broken windshield?" I ask as I walk to stand behind Scott.

Stiles lets out a sigh. "There's something wrong with it."

"It's broken. And it wasn't a magic bullet. It was a regular bullet that blew out a regular windshield." Scott emphasized before he turned to the other cars in the impound lot and gestured to each one. "Just like that one, and that one...and that one."

As I looked to each car, my eyes narrow in realization, seeing that each shattered windshield with the bullet indent were all the same except for the Turner's.

"Are you guys seeing what I'm seeing?" I whisper as I slowly turn towards Scott and Stiles and they slowly nod.

Stiles looks ahead and grabs one of the broken shards of glass from the frame. "Magic bullet."

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Another volunteer job for credits...picture day.

In all honesty, it was nice to pick back up my photography hobby and thankfully Ms. Martin is willing to help me out for credits and for it to look good on college applications.

"Alright, your turn Malia." I call out and she walks over to the stool in front of the grey screen. She adjusts her posture before giving a cheesy grin.

I look through the viewfinder and just as I clicked the button, Stiles rushed into the frame which caused me to groan. "Hey!"

"My bad, sorry." He quickly apologizes before he stepped out of the frame. "Go ahead, look pretty."

I look through the viewfinder again and Malia smiled once more, but just as I clicked the button, Stiles entered through the frame once more which causes me to huff.

"Dammit, Stiles!" I scold.

"Sorry, sorry." He mutters, stepping to the side again.

I inhale through my nose as I look through the viewfinder...again and Malia posed once more with a cheesy grin.

I snap the picture but unfortunately, Stiles entered yet again which caused me to glare. "Stiles, you're still in the damn photo!" I angrily say as I look behind to the line of people who were also glaring at him.  "You're lucky we're in public or else I would've lit your ass on--"

"One special delivery for the birthday girl!" I feel a hand rest on my arm with a cup of frozen yogurt in front of my face. "What do you say you take a break?" Allison nervously laughed as she wraps her arm around mine.

"Thank you, good idea." I mutter, grabbing the cup from her hands before I turn to Sydney, who was crossing off the names and double checking to make sure the pictures turned out okay. "Think you can cover, Syd?"

She nods with a smile before she swaps spots with me but as Malia peeked at the screen, she lets out a groan in annoyance. "You ruined it." She grumbled to Stiles as the four of us walked to the picnic table where Scott and Lydia were waiting.

"Why would I want to ruin your yearbook photo?" Stiles remarked as the werecoyote took a seat beside Lydia. "Also your birthday gift is in my Jeep, Olivia."

I simply smile and Scott pats my back, muttering a happy birthday with a small smile as well.

"Maybe because you haven't signed up for your own photo yet?" Malia suggested.

I take a bite of the yogurt before I nod in agreement. "Yeah, I don't remember seeing your name on the list."

"Yes, I did!" He digs through his pockets before pulling out a folded up sheet of paper and unfolds it before showing it to us.

"It's blank!" Malia exclaimed.

Stiles's expression falls to confusion before looking back to the sheet with his brows furrowed. "Oh."

I snort, taking a seat next to Scott. "And I thought I had terrible memory."

"Or maybe you're sublimating the stress of graduating by avoiding key milestones?" Scott suggested as he glanced up from his textbook to turn to us but our expressions were filled with confusion as we blankly stared at him. "Psych paper."

"Interesting." Allison chuckled.

"Hey, the deputies searched the car." Stiles pipes up again. "No slugs, no exit hole. And, the address Alex gave my dad? It's an abandoned house. Come on! Missing parents? Suspicious guy on horseback? Magic bullet? Who's coming with?"

I look at the others and see their unenthusiastic expressions at his suggestion.

"I've gotta retake my photos." Malia spoke up first as she shook her head.

"Yeah...not interested." Lydia added.

"I'm tutoring a freshman named Nolan with his math homework in my free period." Allison gave a small smile. "Sorry, Stiles."

Stiles looks towards Scott and I but I slowly look down to my yogurt, continuing to eat the dessert in silence.

"I cannot miss any more classes." Scott sighed. "I missed thirty-eight last semester. And Lydia's mom is the only reason I'm still in school. I can go after school."

"Olivia?" I look up from my frozen yogurt and see Stiles' hopeful expression. "You hate school so...wanna go?"

"You're right but I would love to graduate with my friends. I'm in the same boat as Scott." I explain. "I'm behind."

"You know what? Forget it. I'll take your sister or Liam." Stiles turns to the side but he pursed his lips.

I follow his line of vision and my eyes widen slightly, seeing her and Hayden passionately making out on a nearby bench.

"I think she's busy." I chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm not taking Phoebe."

Scott hummed as he shook his head. "And Liam's practicing lacrosse."

"Can I get a candid?" Sydney speaks up from behind Stiles with a camera in her hand.

"Uh, no--"

Allison rolls her eyes playfully before shoving Stiles to sit down and took a seat beside Lydia.

I scoot closer to Scott but Stiles holds out the glass shard from last night in front of Scott and I. "Okay, fine--if you two can explain to me why this is blue, I'll let it go."

Scott grabs the shard with wonder but I smack his arm, gesturing for him to pose as Sydney held the camera up. "Everyone smile!"

"Olivia, you forgot to put the yogurt down."

"Dammit."

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A/N:

Hi!

Small backstory on the photoshopped picture! It took me HOURS to find the perfect angles of crystal and diana to make it seem like they were ~in high school~ and not like in their 20s and 30s, especially as far as to change the brightness in the photo HAHAHAH.

Anyway I hope you all have/had an amazing day! Bye!