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A/N this is going to be a long chapter because I need to get some things set and done.

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3 days later

<Stiles POV>

Lydia has healed progressively and was let out of the hospital earlier than expected. Although her leg throbs she refuses to use crutches claiming grey doesn't go good with her outfit. I smirk when I remember her saying that. That's the first time I've smiled since my dad got abducted. I sit in my bedroom in my empty house just waiting for my dad to call me downstairs to go to school. But I never hear his voice.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. At first I don't want to answer it, but then again it might be my dad. I look and see its Allison.

Ali- are you and Scott coming to school?
Me- Ya why wouldn't Scott go?
Ali- he didn't tell you did he?
Me-what?
Ali- his mom got taken last night

I freeze in my tracks. Two people gone. That means there is one person left to get taken.

Ali- Stiles it's okay my dad is going out to look for them
Me- k see you at school

I run downstairs and get in my blue jeep. When I get to the school I get yet another text from Allison.

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<Lydia's POV>

My leg throbs in pain, but I will not be holding those God awful crutches. I walk into the hallway of the school and everyone stares at my limp. I try to hide it but fail. I walk into the bathroom and only walk out when I know the halls are empty. I limp out of the smelly bathroom and back into the deserted halls. When I am halfway to my classroom I see the back of Stiles. He looks like he is stumbling.

"Stiles hey," I shout and walk as fast as I can behind him. He turns around holding the wall for support.

"He-help-p m-me," he says through his heavy breaths. I start to panic and look at him from head to toe checking for and wounds but I find none.

"What's wrong?!" My panic voice says.

"I'm h-hav-ving a panic atta-c-ck," Stiles says barely audible. I grab his hand and bring him into the locker room which was right across the hall. He slides down a locker and I kneel in front of him ignoring the sharp pain in my leg for the sake of my friend.

"Stiles breathe, breathe!" I tell him shakily.

"I-I can't!" He says gasping for air. He keeps gasping and gasping. It's making me even more nervous. Think Lydia think! Wait I got it!

I lean in and lock my lips with his. He holds his breath. I melt into the kiss and almost want to make it stronger. His lips are so soft and I swear they are constructed better than a statues face. I remember why I am kissing him which makes me let go of the beautiful rhythm we had going between our mouths. Slowly I open my eyes and look at a now calm Stiles. A breath of relief escapes my mouth.

"How did you do that?" He asks slowing his breath.

"I read somewhere that holding your breath can stop a panic attack, and when I kissed you, you held your breath." I inform him. He stares at me with desire.

"Thanks, you are really smart." I blush at his comment. Then a question racks my mind.

"Stiles, why did you have the panic attack?" I ask. He frowns and looks down.

"My dad, Scott's mom, and Allison's dad are all taken and most likely will be sacrificed tonight," Stiles says. Tears threaten to fall. Fright fills my body up. I take Stiles hand and he lets my squeeze it in order to comfort myself.

"We need
Deaton," I say straightening out my blue dress. I pull Stiles up and tell him to call the pack and tell them to meet us at the animal clinic. They all respond with a yes.

Stiles and I jump into his old blue jeep and start driving. I look at his face and study it. He had dark black circles under his eyes. He obviously hasn't slept the last three nights. His face is sagging and if it's even possible he looks thinner than usual. His hands don't stop shaking.

"Stiles what did you eat for dinner last night?" I ask. He struggles to remember.

"I don't remember," he says plainly.

"What did you have for breakfast," I ask, itching for information

"I don't remember," he adds a little more aggressive.

"What about lun-"

"Look Lydia I know what you are trying to do and no I haven't been eating so lay off what do you expect, my god!" Stiles says in an outburst. His words actually hurt.

"Fine if you're going to be like that then let me out," I say sternly. While Stiles is still driving full speed I open the car door.

"Hey!" He yells slamming on the breaks. I jump out and slam the door shut. I hear Stiles's footsteps behind me. "Lydia wait I'm sorry, I just-"

I cut him off and without turning around to face him I say, "No Stiles you don't get to talk, I care about you and in return you completely rip my head off!" I yell. When he doesn't respond I turn around. The sight I see is so unexpected I gasp and step back.

Derek's girlfriend Jennifer is holding a garrote around Stiles neck. "So what do you say should I kill him or his daddy?" She says smirking.

"It was you?!" I ask to no one specific. So Jennifer, the one person I least expected is the one killing people.

"Please don't kill him please."

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<Stiles POV>

Tears start to fall from Lydia's eyes. I ache for her. "Please Jennifer give back our parents," I say.

"No I don't think I will." She tightens the garrote around my neck. I gasp for air. The pain becomes to unbearable and my vision goes black around the edges.

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<Lydia's POV>

I scream for Jennifer to stop. Then the unexpected happens. The twins show up making Jennifer release Stiles. He stumbles toward me and shields me with his own body as the twins chase Jennifer away.

Once we both calm down we get back in the car and drive silently to the animal clinic.

When we get there Deaton lets us in the back room without hesitation. "Scott told me all three parents are taken, what do you need?" He asks straight forward.

"How do we find them?" Stiles asks.

"Go home grab something that your father valued then Come back here, tell Allison and Scott to do the same thing, I'll explain when you are all here," Deaton informs us. We nod and Stiles and I head back to his house.

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<Scott's POV>

Stiles told Allsion and I to get something of value to our parents. Allison has her dads bullet and I have my moms watch my dad gave her. We are riding on my motorcycle. We told Isaac to come as well just in case trouble stirred. When we arrive I meet a fatigue Stiles and a jittery Lydia.

"First things first, we found out who is making the sacrifices," Lydia announces. I look at Allison.

"Who?" Ali asks. Stiles sucks in a breath as if fearing my reaction. I need him to tell me now before I burst out and go wolf.

"Jennifer."

"Our teacher!" I yell.

"Ya but that's not why you are here," Lydia says. She nods to Deaton.

My boss starts to explain the plan. "Well we need to see your parents so to find their location you need to do it by sinking into ice cold water so your heartbeat slows then the image will appear," Deaton informs.

"How slow does our heart need to be?" Allison asks. With a sad face Deaton answers her.

"Nearly dead, in fact if something goes wrong one of you might not wake up, not to mention after it is over there will always be a darkness around your heart," he says. Isaac walks into the back room and we tell him the plan and about Jennifer. He agrees that it is a good plan.

We fill three baths with cold water and ice. Allison sticks her toe in it and immediately gasps. She shakes under hr black dress and pulls her foot out.

"Okay now you need someone with an emotional connection to you to put you under," Deaton says. Lydia starts to walk to Allison but is redirected towards Stiles.

I wonder why he changed that. Allison goes with Isaac which makes me twitch but I go with it, and Deaton will keep me under.

Simultaneously we step into the cold water.

<Lydia's POV >

I step behind Stiles and Isaac and Deaton follow suit with Ali and Scott. I am so nervous I am shaking more then my three best friends that are in the water. Stiles grabs my hand over his shoulder and we squeeze them together. I place my other hand on his shoulder to push him down. Deaton counts down from three. On one I watch part of my pack be pushed under water. I look down at Stiles. His eyes are closed and he has not let go of my hand. All of the sudden his hand slips from mine and he becomes limp. I back away from the tub for I can't stand to look at my nearly dead friends anymore. I back up into Isaac and throw my arms around him.

I don't have a very strong bond with him but he is going through the same thing as me. We hold each other and I start to tear up. Eventually I go and sit in a chair next to Allison's tub.

Deaton and Isaac left to pick up some food. We don't know how long this is going to take. I wish I could grab Allison's hand. But I'm afraid I might screw something up. Now that I'm along I do t hold in the feelings that have been racking my body. I start to make the most unattractive sounds. Tears flow down my face like a river. Everything around me seems to blur and all I can focus on are the three lifeless bodies that are in front of me.

Maybe talking to them will make me feel better and since no one is here why not. "Allison I love you so much, before you came to Beacon Hills I had no one. Just a boyfriend. I didn't have anyone to gossip with until I met you. Scott you became a leader, I watched you grow into something true, you guide me more than I recognize, thanks, finally Stiles, before I got to know you I just thought you were some loser wannabe but when I got to know you I realized you are actually perfectly happy, I love you all so much." Right when I am finished Deaton and Isaac walk in with fast food. I wipe my tears and try to fix my make up but when they walk in they show sympathetic looks. They know I was crying. Isaac sits next to me in another chair.

"It's going to be okay, they are coming back," he says calmly. I smile through the sadness that surrounds my heart.

"How do you know, they might not wake up, they are nearly dead, how are you so positive Isaac?" I ask. I really am wondering how he is so positive.

"Because if anything I know one trait that each of our friends have," he says, "and that is that they will never give on their loved ones." I start to cry again as I think about how noble they are. "Oh god please don't cry I don't know how to handle that girly feeling stuff."

That actually makes me smile a smile that isn't forced. The tears don't stop but no one mentions that they are falling.

3 hours later

The three off us went in the front room about 2 hours ago. We couldn't watch Scott, Stiles, and Allison anymore. I am about to say something to Deaton when I hear a huge gasp from the back room. The three of us jump up and run back there.

Scott and Allison are out of their tubs. "We know where our parents are!" They shout simultaneously.

"Why isn't Stiles up yet?" Scott asks. He goes over to the tub and shakes it. "Stiles!" He shouts. We run to the bath tub side.

"What's wrong with him?" Allison asks frantically. Deaton takes his pulse.

"I can't find a pulse! Get him out of the tub and out him on the floor!" Deaton demands. Scott and Isaac lift him out and carefully place him on the floor. I hold his head in my lap and Allison holds his legs up in her lap so all the blood flows to his heart.

"C'mon Stiles!" Scott shout nervously. Deaton shakes his head as he takes Stiles's pulse again. I start to cry again along with Allison. We all mumble encouragements. Deaton starts to pump air into his lungs and then pounds in his chest.

I start to get dizzy and my head fills with voices. It makes me want to scream. Allison notices my distress. "Lydia?" I can't hold it in anymore. The voices are to loud. I scream. Everyone covers their ears. I scream until Stiles head moves in my lap.

"Stiles!" Scott shouts and pulls him up into a hug. Stiles coughs and he looks weak. He sits back down on the ground when Scott is done hugging him.

"What happened?" Isaac asks.

"I don't know, I found where Jennifer was keeping our parents and then I tripped on a root, fell, and cut my chest on a old glass bottle that was on the ground then all the sudden everything went black," Stiles answers.

"Wait you said you got cut?" I ask.

"Ya," Stiles answers confused. I don't hesitate to unbutton his shirt. He is taken aback at first but knows why I did it when he looks down. His chest has a dirty cut on it that is bleeding.

"It's not bad, lay down and let me stitch it up," Deaton offers.

After Stiles is all stitched up we finally ask where the parents are being kept.

Allison answers.

"The nemeton."

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A/N hope Ya likes the long chapter! Comment!