Olivia's POV:

"Olivia...you need to wake up. Come on, you can't be dead."

"Ugh, five more minutes Mom." I mumble. "Stop shouting. Yell at Isaac or something."

"Olivia?"

I shot my eyes open and the last person I expected to be here held a panic-stricken expression until it's replaced with relief once I woke up. "Oh thank god."

"Dad? What are you doing here?" I mutter and try to push myself up from the ground, feeling a painful ache in my stomach which prevented me to move. "Ugh!"

I glance down at my eyes widen in shock, seeing the pipe protruding from my stomach but the end was bent to wrap around my waist.

"No, no, no. You can't move." He whispered but I worriedly look around the room, seeing only Allison chained to a wooden post but still laid unconscious. "Just give me a second, I'm gonna get you out of here."

"Dad, how'd you know I'd be here?" I whisper as he unzipped his sweater before he ripped the sleeve off.

"We assumed you left early for school this morning but when I dropped off Phoebe at the lacrosse game, Stiles asked if we'd seen you around so I knew something was wrong." He explained as he folded the sleeve in half. "I tracked your phone at the station and ended up here."

My eyes widen slightly. "You're tracking my phone?"

He holds the sleeve over my mouth with a solemn expression. "You might want to bite into this."

I open my mouth and he carefully slides the cloth between my teeth before grabbing ahold of the pipe with his hands.

Using all his strength, he grunts as he tries to bend the pipe straight again but from the slight movement inside my stomach, it causes me to let out a cry of pain. He instantly let's go and I look down, seeing he bent it slightly.

"One more time, okay?" He panted but I shake my head frantically. "You're strong. You can do this."

"U-Unchain Allison and call for help." My voice muffled against the cloth but he shook his head.

"If I do, you're gonna bleed out to death. I'm not leaving you." He said as he wrapped his hands around the pipe once more.

I spit out the cloth. "You did it once, you can do it again." I scoffed and he lets out a sigh. "I'll be fine, just go."

"I know you don't exactly like me but I thought it would be better if I left and I realize now what I did was messed up. I know you still hate me, but regardless, you're my daughter. I care about you a lot, okay? I never wanted to hurt you or your mother." He explained, tears brimming his eyes. "I'm never leaving you again, I promise."

I shakily breathe out and nod. "Do it." He pulls on the pipe once more, causing me to cry out in agony, forcing myself to look at the ceiling and focus on something else.

"Get away from her!"

I immediately turn at the voice and my eyes widen, seeing Braeden and Derek aim their guns towards him.

"It's okay, it's okay!" I grunt, still recovering from the pain. "He's my dad."

"What the hell happened here?" Derek asked as he handed the gun to Braeden, quickly rushing over to where I was.

I worriedly eye my father who held a confused expression before glancing at Derek. "I'll explain later, but get me out of here."

"I'll help you out." My dad crouched down and gripped on the pipe while Derek did the same. "Ready?"

"Go easy because it—" They both instantly yank it out of my stomach, causing me to gasp. "Shit!"

"Way easier with another person." My dad muttered and tried to reach for me to stand up but I shake my head.

"I'm fine. I just need a minute." I pant, feeling the inside starting to put itself together.

"Don't be ridiculous, we have to get you to a hospital." He tried to grab my hand once more but I bring it close to my body. "Olivia."

Before I could continue to argue, the sounds of footsteps running up the stairs cause all of us to turn in time to see Stiles and his father widen their eyes once they see the damage in the loft.

"What the hell happened?" Stiles worriedly asked and his eyes land on my puddle of blood. "What happened to you?"

"It was supposed to be a date." Derek responded as he crossed his arms.

"They were both here?" Stilinski questioned. "Scott and Kira?"

"And they're both gone." Braeden shook her head with disbelief before she walked over to unchain Allison, carefully lifting her up from the ground. The action caused Allison to rub her eyes tiredly.

"Sir, did you get a disturbance complaint about this?" My dad furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Uh..." Stilinski trailed off, looking to Stiles for help but he quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"Hello?" Stiles answered and his eyes widen. "Okay, okay, hold on. You're talking way too fast. Let me put you on speaker." He moved the phone away from his face and tapped something on his screen. "Okay go."

"Scott's been taken." Lydia's voice rang out from his phone.

"Scott and Kira," He corrected. "we just don't know where."

"Mexico." Deaton's voice spoke out this time. "And if you want to save his life, that's where you're all going too."

"How are we supposed to know where in Mexico?" Allison questioned as Braeden helped her limp closer to us.

"Kate said something about a church and I'm assuming it's the one she took Derek and me." I weakly push myself up from the ground, ignoring the ache in my chest. "It's the place she turned me into a Berserker. I can show you guys where."

"Wait what? Who said you're going to Mexico?" My dad scolded. "The only place you're going to is a hospital where your mom can check on you."

"Yeah, I agree," Stilinski spoke up and Stiles's eyes widen. "Even if Deaton is right about this, the best thing to do is to go through the proper channels."

"What, dad!" Stiles scolded. "Lydia, I'll talk to you later." He said before he ended the call. "Scott and Kira are in danger. We have to do something."

"What we could do is call the right law enforcement agencies, border patrol, putting out an all-points." He continued off, ignoring Stiles' complaints. "Allison, I'm sure your father would agree. Especially Lydia's mom."

"We can't just wait around for the wheels of bureaucracy to start spinning in five different government offices, okay?" He argued. "Someone needs to go down there right now, find them, and rescue them. I'm going."

"Me too," I added and Allison nods in agreement. "Scott and Kira need us."

"Olivia, you're not going. End of discussion." My dad stated.

"We'll call every law enforcement agency, all the way down to South America if I have to." Stilinski tried to assure. "If nothing turns up, Deputy Jimenez and I will go."

"Fine." I mutter.

As my dad continued talking with Stilinski, I limp my way over to Allison as Derek handed her a rag before walking away to Braeden.

I gesture for Stiles to come and he nods, discreetly walking over to us.

"Hey," She looks up to meet my eyes. "do you remember how you said that we were gonna go on a trip after we defeated the Nogitsune?"

"Is that what you called me over for? To discuss your past?" Stiles scoffed but I shushed him.

Allison furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Yeah, why?"

"How do you guys feel about going on a vacation to Mexico tomorrow?"

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"Here, try this." I toss another one of Scott's jackets to Malia.

She sniffed it once more and shook her head. "Fabric softener."

Stiles exited the bathroom, holding one of Scott's dirty boxers. "How about this?" She scrunched her nose in disgust and he gave her a look. "Remember, Scott's life is on the line." He shoved the boxers in her direction.

"We're trying to find Scott, not make Malia suffer by ruining her sense of smell." I scold him. "Go put that back!"

Malia looks around the room before walking over to Scott's bed to snatch his pillow and sniffed it. "Got it."

"Yeah...that works too." Stiles muttered as Malia took out the pillow from its pillowcase.

"Guys!" Allison called from downstairs.

The three of us quickly go down the stairs and once we turn the corner, we were met with Allison standing in front of Liam with her arms crossed.

"Oh! Liam, go home!" Stiles groaned as him and Malia walked passed Liam, the rest of us following after him. "You're not coming with us."

"Why not?" Liam questioned with slight frustration.

"It's a full moon," Stiles stops by the kitchen. "I don't feel like driving all the way down to Mexico just to have you rip my throat out." He gestured to his neck.

"I mean, we'll have strength in numbers if we want to go against Kate and her Berserkers." Allison gave a small smile. "Scott would probably want him there."

"See!" Liam exclaimed. "You can lock me up, right? Chain me up to the backseat or something."

"You tore through the last chains, remember?" Malia pointed out.

"Yeah, we would have to freeze you in carbonite to get you down there." Stiles emphasized.

"Okay..." Liam looked around at the four of us. "then where do we get carbonite?"

Malia and Allison look to Stiles who had his eyes narrowed to Liam. "Seriously, you haven't seen it either?"

I pinch the bridge of my nose in annoyance. "No one's going to understand your space references, Stiles."

"It's Star Wars!" He exasperated before he shook his head. "You know, what? Nevermind. We have to go." We begin to walk towards the backdoor again but Liam quickly walked in front of us.

"Wait! What if we put me in the trunk?" Liam persisted.

"You'd get out of that, too." Malia responded.

Stiles let out a sigh. "Liam, you've been a werewolf all of five minutes. You don't have to do this."

"I know I don't, but I want to." He pleaded. "Can't we put it to a vote or something?"

Stiles turned to me. "Clearly it's two against two and you haven't said anything about it." He crossed his arms. "You're the swing vote if he gets to go or not."

I lock eyes with Allison and she nods with a small assuring smile.

"You're right about the full moon," I look at Liam and see the stressed look on his face, before looking back to Stiles. "but I don't think it's right if he's alone. No offense, but I don't think a metal bat will win against a Berserker."

Liam's eyes lit up while Stiles shook his head with disbelief. "All right, but I don't want to hear a single complaint about struggling to hold him in place, got it?"

"Well, there's gotta be bigger chains, a bigger trunk or something. There has to be." Liam responded and Stiles's eyes widen slightly, almost like an idea popped in his head.

"Maybe there is."

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After Stiles parked the jeep at Argent's abandoned warehouse, the five of us stood outside the vehicle as a prison transport van and Derek's FJ cruiser arrived.

Braeden exited the driver's side and Stiles cleared his throat. "How did you get a prison transport van?" He asked curiously.

"I'm a U.S. Marshall."

"I thought it was just a cover?" Allison asked but Braeden raised an eyebrow. "Nevermind."

Derek got out of his car as well. "Are we really bringing him?" He pointed to Liam.

"Are we really bringing him?" Stiles pointed to Peter who stood behind Derek.

"We're bringing everyone that we can," Peter stated. "And considering Scott and Kira were taken the night before a full moon, we should probably get going."

"Then I see we don't have a problem bringing Liam." I crossed my arms.

"Wait," Malia spoke up, her eyes never leaving Peter's. "What's that mean?

"If Kate took Scott back to the same temple that she took Derek and Olivia, how do we know that she's not planning to do the same thing to him?"

Wait a minute, how did he know about me being at the temple? He wasn't there when I told the others and I'm pretty sure Derek wouldn't have bothered to mention it to him.

"What, she wants to make him younger?" Liam asked. "Mess with their abilities?"

"Or take him back to when he wasn't a werewolf." Derek added.

"A werewolf can't steal a true Alpha's power. But maybe a Nagual jaguar with the power of Texcatlipoca behind her..." Peter let out a sigh. "Maybe she can. So, if everyone is sufficiently freaked out, I say we get going." He gestured to the cars.

"We can't." Allison argued.

"And why not? We're on a time limit."

"We're not leaving without Lydia." Stiles sternly stated.

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Dozens of calls later, the strawberry blonde never answered the phone.

"What's she doing at the school anyway?" Derek asked as Stiles kept redialing her number.

"We got Kira's sword," Malia lifted up the weapon. "but we need something with a stronger scent."

"So, Lydia went to get a jacket out of her locker." Allison added but Stiles walked over to us as he shook his head.

"No answer."

"If she has a car," Braeden spoke up with a shrug. "she can catch up to us."

"That's a good point!" Peter pointed to her. "We'll call her from the road."

"No, what if something happened?" Stiles questioned which earned an eye-roll from Peter.

"Fine. You stay, you find her. We're gonna go on without you."

"Peter, I know you're barely getting used to the idea of having a heart, but what if she's in trouble?" I retort. "We shouldn't leave without her."

"I could call Mason. He has a study group with Phoebe at school. Maybe they could look for her." Liam suggested.

Stiles hesitated for a moment but I shrug, knowing we didn't have any other option. "All right, fine."

"Allison, take the front seat with Braeden." Derek instructed and she nodded,

Before we all get inside the van, Peter spoke up once more. "Remember what we're dealing with here. It's not just Kate, it's Berserkers. You might see human eyes behind those skulls, do not assume that there is any humanity left." He tilted his head, his eyes landing on Liam with a small smirk. "Oh. This little one is terrified of them, aren't you?"

I worriedly turn to Liam and see the discomfort on his expression.

"Don't worry, my friend. It is that fear that'll keep you alive." He continued before looking around us again. "A reminder to everyone. You do not fight Berserkers to survive, you fight to kill."

We continue walking to the van but I pull Liam back. "This is your last chance, are you sure you want to come?" I whisper and he immediately nods. "Even with the Berserkers there?"

"Olivia, as long as either you or Scott are there to help me through the full moon, I'll be okay." He assured. "I trust you."

"Okay." I give a small smile. "Then let's hit the road."