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Tara sighed and rubbed her hands over her arms while she walked into the graveyard. She had seen Noah's cop car right where it should be in the parking lot.

"Trust me, if he saw a naked girl outside of a computer screen, he'd remember." Mr. Lahey said to Noah in the distance. Tara finally had walked close enough to see them. Noah and Mr. Lahey were talking with Issac to the side, he looked nervous and was huddling into himself, making himself look smaller. Tara put on her brightest smile and walked over to Noah.

"Um- hi. Sorry to bother, but- Naomi isn't home and.. you know about Vivian. I don't have a ride, and walking isn't really the best option. When you're done with this could you drive me to school?" Tara asked nervously looking at Noah. He looked confused looking down at her, Issac looked pleasantly surprised.

"Why can't Stiles take you?" Noah asked darting his eyes between her and the Laheys.

"He wasn't answering his phone. He's had a one track mind lately." Tara answered quickly before looking over at Issac, her smile becoming brighter. "Hi, Issac."

"Hi- hi Tara." Issac stuttered back. Tara furrowed her brows at him. "Where'd you get the black eye?"

Mr. Lahey had a sharp look when he looked over at his son who repeated the answer like it was practiced. "School."

"School fight?" Noah asked joining in.

"Nah, lacrosse." Issac responded that one word earning Tara's full attention.

"I forgot you were on the team, I'm so spacey. God, who did that to you?" Tara asked taking a step closer with concern on her face. "Just tell me who and I'll tell Coach I saw them eating... vegan chips, worst offense in his mind."

Issac could help but laugh slightly at her. "I remember his lectures."

"You two should get to school." Mr. Lahey said clearing his throat. Tara looked over at woods at the same time as Issac, both making eye contact with Derek. They didn't respond to the man which seemed to concern Noah, he looked behind them where they were both staring. He saw nothing, Derek was gone.

"Something bothering either of you?" Noah asked looking between the two.

"No, just- um remembering I have morning practice." Issac said clearing his throat and looking back at Noah.

"Just one more question." Noah said flipping his notebook closed and shooting a look at Tara. She just stared at him until he sighed and asked it. "Do you get many grave robberies here?"

"Yeah, a few. They usually steal jewelry." Issac answered with a strug looking down at the open grave.

"What'd this one take?" Noah asked looking down as well.

"Her liver." Issac said, everyone around him all had shocked expressions. Tara took a few steps away from the hole with a tense stance. Noah looked at her than back at the grave with a sigh.

"Come on, kid. I should take you to school." Noah said tucking his notebook back into his pocket. Tara nodded and tried to relax. She had heard about most of Noah's cases, and just scary things overall. Didn't mean it still didn't freak her out, but she was getting better. She could deal with a missing liver. Who needs it anyway.

Noah started to walk away, Tara following him after a minute. She paused at the grave before looking over at Issac with a soft smile.

"See you at school."

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"She ate the liver?" Scott asked disgusted and surprised as he walked with Stiles and Sydney into the school.

"No, I didn't say either of them ate it. I just said it was missing." Stiles explained not wanting to jump to conclusions when it came to Vivian. "You know what. Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body."

"I've never eaten a liver." Scott said from the side with a nod from Sydney.

"Yeah, right, 'cause when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self-control." Stiles sassed from his side. Once they got to the top of the stairs they all stopped and Stiles turned to the two werewolves with bright eyes. "Actually, wait-- hold on. You two are the test cases for this-"

"You won't believe what I found out." Tara said walking up to the three. "A liver was-"

"Stolen." Sydney said with an apologetic look.

"You already know." Tara said deflating and standing next to Stiles.

"Sorry." Scott said with a softer apologetic look. "You have to get your information quicker."

Tara rolled her eyes and looked back over at Stiles. "What were you saying about testing."

"We need to be going over what happened to these two." Stiles said pointing his middle and pointer finger at the two.

"What do you mean?" Tara asked crossing her arms and looking at the two.

"I mean like what was going through your mind,when you were turning, you know?" Stiles explained to the three of them. "What were you drawn to?"

Scott hesitated and looked over at Tara before going back at Stiles. "Allison."

"Okay, Syd?" Stiles asked looking over at his sister.

"I don't know. Vivian, you... I was more angry than anything." Sydney explained quickly. She was drawn to Vivian but not the way Scott was to Allison. She just felt constantly angry until her friends welcomed her back. Then all she wanted was to be with them. 

"Okay, nothing else?" Stiles asked looking back over at Scott, Tara being oddly quiet. Scott looked down before he shook his head slightly

"Seriously?" Stiles asked Sydney hoping to get a better option but just got a shrug.

"Nothing else mattered." Scott said shrugging. Tara was now looking down at her feet as the conversation continued. She looked up with a forced smile.

"But, no, that's good, though, right?" Tara said quickly making Stiles looked over at her. "'Cause the night that Vivian got attack, she was with you. Way longer than she or you was with Lydia."

"Yeah but..." Stiles said adjusting his bag "she was looking for Lydia and Jackson."

Right after Stiles was finished they all heard a car enter the parking lot. Tara turned and watched as it made a sharp turn and parked, Jackson getting out of it with this new air of confidence. She sighed and looked back at Stiles.

"I don't think they'll be drawn to him."

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"Let's go! We have an announcement! Gather around!" Tara yelled with Coach next to her.

"Quicker! Danny, put a shirt on." Coach said this time as they all started to gather in a circle around the two.

"Stilinski, that means you too! Danny, don't listen to him." Tara said with a smirk at Coach who scoffed at her. She looked into the crowd and made eye contact with Issac, giving him a small smile before going back to Coach and the crowd. "Lets go, gather around. Listen up."

"Police are asking for help on a missing child advisory. It's a sick girl, roaming around, totally naked. Another with clothes on." Coach explained making Taras smile and face drop. She looked at the ground as people wolf whistled and laughed at the naked part.

"Now, it's supposed to get below 40 degrees tonight. I don't know about you, but the last time it was that cold and Coach was running around naked.." Tara said her voice rising and getting them to settle down, mostly from fear. "He lost a testical from exposure."

"Now, I don't want the same thing happening to some innocent girls. So police are organising search parties for tonight." Coach explained as he put up the sign up sheet on the wall. "Sign up, find the missing girl, get an automatic 'A' in my classes."

They all cheered and started signing up. Tara made eye contact with Stiles and walked over to where they were talking to Jackson.

"If Lydia wants to take a naked hike in the woods, why should I care?" Jackson asked with that arrogant look on his face and posture.

"Because we have a pretty good idea that she might be... you know, turning." Scott explained getting quieter near the end.

"Turning?" Jackson asked playing dumb.

"Turning." Tara confirmed but Jacksons expression didn't change.

"Into.." Jackson said trailing off for them to finish.

"A unicorn." Stiles said with his arms crossed and a very annoyed expression. "What do you think, dumbass?"

"Well, I think that if Lydia is turning, she's not the one that's gonna need help. Neither is Vivian." Jackson said with a more confident look.

"What do you mean?" Scott asked being the one here who hated Jackson the least in that moment.

"Oh, god, you've got it all backwards, McCall." Jackson said with a slight smirk as he leaned closer to him. "When I was with Lydia, you should have see the scratch marks she left on me. I've seen how Vivian gets when she's mad, the lashings she's given you. Imagine what they'll do when they've got real claws."

Tara was taking deeper breaths with a harsh glare at Jackson, before anything could happen Jackson walked over to his friends with a wider smirk.

Jackson is lucky they were in a public place.

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Tara ignored the paper that was placed on her desk. She was right next to Stiles and behind Scott at their science desks. Nothing had come up for Vivian and Lydia. Every minute that passed, worried Tara more.

"All right, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right." Stiles said leaning forward to whisper to Scott.

"I know." Scott said with a sigh.

"What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive." Tara whispers shuttering at the thought.

"This is a pop quiz, Ms. Varrington. If I hear your voice, or Mr. Stilinski's again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career." Mr. Harris said with a cold face, Tara felt a chill at her last name.

"Can you do that?" Stiles asked with a tilt of his head.

"Well, there it is again. Your voice." Mr. Harris said looking over at Stiles this time. "Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently."

"When Coach says that it seems playful, but when you do it seems threatening and creepy." Tara said with a pout. Mr. Harris gave them both a tight lipped smile.

"I'll see you both at 3:00 for detention." Mr. Harris said making a few kids laugh around the room. Tara noted exactly who didn't laugh. Scott looked back at them both in shock before looking back at Mr. Harris. "You too, Mr. McCall?"

"No, sir."

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Mikayla passed by a smiling Scott on her way to a smiling Allison, so she can assume that they were passing their little notes again. She put on her own, sympathetic, smile when she reached Allison who was holding her funeral dress. Matching Mikaylas black dress that she decided she would wear instead of bringing it along.

"You still want me to come? I don't want to intrude." Mikayla said when Allison noticed her.

"You wouldn't be intruding, honestly I'm glad one friendly face will be there." Allison said shutting her locker. "I'm surprised you were okay with going.. you know.. with Lydia and all."

Mikayla could feel her smile drop slightly but she tried to save it. "It'll take my mind off of it, and off of the fact that Vivian is missing and making the rest of my friends insane with worry."

"Nice dress." A random guy beside them said pointing to Allison's dress in her hands.

"Thanks." Allison said looking at him with a polite smile. "Nice camera."

Mikayla was about to start talking to her again when she heard the whispers from beside her and Allison. "Not her sister, her aunt. The one who murdered all those people."

Allison looked down at her feet after the girl was done talking. Mikayla brightened her own smile to distract Allison. "Scott's gonna be there too, just from afar."

The guy from before looked over at them, as if he was thinking it over. Before he could Allison seemed to hear more of their mean whispering and stormed off. Mikayla was about to follow but the guy seemed to gather up the courage to say what he was thinking.

"Do you know anything about that girl that went into the woods. Vivian Gasko?" He asked gaining Mikaylas attention.

"What? Um.. yeah. I'm her friend. Why?" Mikayla asked her eyes darting over to where Allison disappeared.

"I just saw the sign up sheet in the locker room. Was curious." He said looking down at his bag. "Think they'll find her? And the other girl that went missing? Lydia Martin?"

"Knowing the girls... I think it'd be impossible not to."

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Tara had given up on watching the clock. In all honesty, she was halfway asleep while Stiles stared down the clock above Harris's head. She was awoken by the metallic screech of Stiles chair moving. She jumped up on instinct, still slightly groggy.

"Sit." Harris said not looking up from the papers he was grading.

"What, but it's been an hour." Stiles defended pointing at the clock while Tara rubbed her eyes.

"My detention is an hour and a half." Harris informed still giving them only half of his attention.

"You can't do that." Tara said finally seeming to wake up.

Harris then looked back up at the two of them with an amused smile. "Oh... but I can. You see, Stiles, since your father was so judicious in his dealings with me, I've decided to make you my personal project for the rest of the semester. He's quite fond of you too, Tara."

They both deflated at the speech he was giving. "You are going to benefit from all the best that strict discipline has to offer. Now.. sit down, before I decide to keep you both here all night."

They both sat down.

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Mikayla was surprised that the Argents hadn't thought ahead and brought security. Mikayla was pressed close to Allison as they pushed through the paparazzi, her parents blocking most of them from taking a picture of her. Mikayla had been holding Allison's hand the entire way, making sure that she was going to be okay. She was also surprised that they let her come. They had confirmed that she wasn't a werewolf and had seen her land the final blow on Peter, but it still shocked her that the Argents seemed to trust Mikayla.

It took a few minutes and a lot of pushy reporters before they made it into the barricade that the police made for the funeral. Noah helping keep them all out, which Mikayla appreciated. Even if Kate was a sadistic bitch, she was still Allison's aunt.

"I knew this was a bad idea." Chris said mostly to his wife while dragging his daughter along, Mikayla attached to her hip.

"Well, it wasn't my idea." Victoria said back with a snide tone.

"I tried telling him." Chris said with a apologetic look at his family. "But he insisted on making a point of it."

"Well, if he insisted, then he can deal with this when he gets here." Victoria snapped back, grabbing her daughters arm and effectively pushing Mikayla to be walking behind Allison.

"When who gets here?" Allison asked, huddled in on herself now that Mikayla wasn't right next to her. They really took comfort in each other after Lydia was attacked. They were both close with her and could relate to how the other was feeling.

Victoria looked over at her husband before sighing and looking back at Allison. "Just, sit down sweetheart."

Mikayla looked over at the statues that were within the barricade and saw a glimpse of Scott and Sydney. That made her feel better, to know that they were there.

A cameraman had managed to slip past the police and had been taking clearer photos, until an older gentleman grabbed the camera and examined it. Mikayla had never seen him before, but he was allowed in and he seemed in control. He took out the memory card and crushed it before handing the camera back to the disappointed man.

After the man left, the older guy started to walk towards the family and Mikayla. Allison was sitting down with Mikayla to her right and Victoria to her left. Chris was still standing waiting for the man to approach him.

"Christopher." The man said giving him an emotionless hug.

"Gerard." Chris said back, seeming even tenser than normal. Gerard walked over to Victoria who had stood up after the awkward hug with Chris. They kissed each other cheeks as a greeting.

"I'm so sorry." Victoria said before sitting back down. Gerard finally looked down at Allison and Mikayla, more Allison. Both had stayed sitting during the whole interaction. Allison's innocent look held more malice than Mikayla had ever seen.

Sydney had been keeping an eye on them both when the crumbling of leaves interrupted her. Tara and Stiles had managed to join them behind the statue.

The two who had been there cast a momentary look at the two before looking back over at the staring contest between Allison and Gerard. Gerard's face had a small smile on it as he spoke to the girl.

"Do you remember me?" Gerard asked, already assuming the answer. Allison looked him over for a moment before nodding slightly. Mikayla had gone to staring at her hands.

"Who the hell is that?" Stiles asked, not managing to hear the conversation that was a while away. Allison looked over at them, probably looking for reassurance but almost managed to give them away since Gerard looked over at them as well. They all ducked away quickly, Sydney holding back an annoyed sigh.

"He's definitely an Argent." She said getting tired of bending behind the stand of the statue. When they peaked back over, both of the eyes were off of them and instead on each other again.

"Considering I haven't seen you since you were three, I don't suppose I can assume you'd call me grandpa." Gerard said, it took everything in Mikayla not to gasp at the revelation. She was sucker for drama. Allison looked down at her feet for a second before Gerard continued talking. "So if it's comfortable, call me Gerard for the time being. But I'd prefer grandpa."

Gerard then took the next available seat, Chris following soon after. They all seemed distracted enough that Allison and Mikayla both took the chance to look over at the group of four. Scott waved at Allison and got a small smile back. Stiles and Tara gave them dorky thumbs up. Sydney just nodded at them. Mikayla took a deep breath and looked forward.

"Hey, you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral. I mean.. what if they're the non-hunting side of the family." Stiles theorised, trying to reassure Sydney and Scott. "There could be non-hunting Argents. It's possible, right?"

"I know what they are." Scott said looking back at Stiles.

"They're reinforcements." Sydney said still staring directly at Gerard. Tara about jumped out of her skin when a hand reach down and grabbed her shirt, yanking her up. Tara and Scott were let go off but Sydney and Stiles still had a firm grip on their shirts. Their dad had found them.

"Ah. The four of you." Noah grumbled looking down at the main two with disappointment and annoyance. "Unbelievable."

"Pick up my tie."

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This is not the first time that Tara has been in the back of Noah's cop car, and she's sure it won't be the last time. She just knows that this is the first time that she's not been thinking about when Vivian was going to get there.

"4-1-5 adam." The radio called out. Noah grabbed it, seeming to forget his meddling kids and their friends were in the back seat.

"I didn't catch that. Did you say 4-1-5 adam?" Noah asked holding down the button.

"Disturbance in a car." Sydney and Stiles whispered at the same time to their friends.

"They were taking a heart attack victim-- DO.A." The radio man explained. "But on the way to the hospital, something hit 'em."

"Well.. hi-hit the ambulance?" Noah asked in disbelief.

"Copy that." The radio man confirmed before continuing. "I'm standing in front of it right now."

The four in the back seat leaning forward. No longer bored and playing with their nails. All now listening to the radio. "Something got into the back. There's blood everywhere. And I mean everywhere."

"All right, unit 4, what's your 20?" Noah asked a serious edge to his voice.

"Route 5 and post. I swear I've never seen anything like this." The man continued on, fear coming into his voice. The four didn't know what happened after that.

Right when they got the address they were gone.

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The four of them climbed through the woods until they got to the street they were looking for. The crept up and hid at the bottom of the hill looking up at the ambulance. They had a clear view inside. Tara could feel anxiety bubbling in her gut the way Vivian described it when it had happened to her. There were two ways the ambulance got this bloody. Each version was her fault.

"What the hell is Lydia doing?" Tara asked peering into the bloody back. It was disgusting, almost hard to look at.

"Or Vivian." Sydney said reminding them all of the grim reality that Vivian could have seriously done this.

"I don't know." Scott answered, none of them knew and that was the scary part.

"What kept you from doing that, was it Allison?" Stiles asked looking over at Scott. Sydney doesn't know why she didn't go crazy. She wants to think it was Vivian, she hopes it was Vivian. But it could've been anything.

"I hope so." Scott said still looking into the van. Tara let out a shaky sigh and looked away from it. All the lying was starting to get to her, it was getting harder and harder. Stiles shook his head. Everyone was in a funk since Vivian had gone missing. They were expecting something to happen with Lydia, but not Vivian. It was just a scratch, well scratches. Right?

"Do you need to get closer?" Stiles asked pulling Scott and Sydney out of their dazes. They both took a second to sniff the air before the shook their heads.

"No, we got it." Sydney said trying to get up but Stiles arm stopped her.

"Just.. I just need you to find her." Stiles said staring directly into her eyes and then Scotts. The sincerity and desperation was starting to hurt Sydney. "Please, just... just find her."

"We will." Sydney said dead serious. She wasn't going to lose Vivian or Lydia. They were both too important. Stiles nodded and let go of Sydney's arm. The werewolves stood up and sprinted into the forest.

Stiles was too busy watching them he didn't even notice that Tara had already left.

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They both kept sprinting and sprinting, going between all fours and regular running. Scott had gotten ahead of Sydney. Even though they were at the same level, Sydney seemed to be stronger while Scott was faster.

They were only stopped when Scott got tackled by a werewolf. Sydney was on them in a moment and tore the werewolf off of him. Scott and Sydney were standing together while the werewolf stood up in front of them. She could finally see the face, it wasn't Lydia or Vivian. It was someone they hadn't seen before.

"You aren't Vivian or Lydia." Scott said without thinking as it tackled him again. Thye tumbled around for awhile, Sydney trying to help Scott but the werewolf was wild. After a few minutes the werewolf went after Sydney, which was his mistake. Sydney kicked him into a tree and stood up taking deep breaths, she had started to wolf out and could tell her eyes were glowing.

The werewolf looking at the two standing over him, both coming very much in peace. "Are you okay?"

He ran away without answering. They took off after him, trying to following him through the rocks. They all jumped down from a tall rock and fell into the clearing, the werewolf triggering a trap and getting suspended from his arms. Still in wolf form.

The two went to help him but were quickly dragged away but something much more powerful than them. Derek pulled them behind a tree.

"Wait, no.. let us help him." Scott pleaded struggling against the alpha.

"Let me go." Sydney growled struggling just as much, but they were going anywhere.

"They're already here. It's no use." A female voice said from the side. One they knew.

"Tare?" Scott asked breathless looking over at the girl who was standing beside Derek and looking over at the werewolf with a hopeless expression. The hunters were in a larger group than usual and had almost reach the werewolf.

Chris was leading them with Gerard next to him. He wielded his electric baton, staring at the werewolf with a cold look. He electrocuted him until he turned back into a human. Tara had to look away.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Chris asked glaring down at the now human.

"Nothing. Nothing, I swear." He answered, fear making his voice tremble.

"You're not from here, are you?" Chris asked next as Gerard approached the human, coming to stand next to Chris. After a minute of no response, he asked again, much louder. "Are you?!"

"No." The man said having to take a second to stop his trembling. "No, I came-- I came looking for the alpha. I heard he was here. That's all."

Sydney looked over at Derek who had his own mask up. You couldn't tell what that man was feeling unless he wanted you to, and he never want you to know.

"Look, I didn't do anything." He continued after the Argents were silent. Debating. "I didn't hurt anyone. No one living. He wasn't alive in the ambulance. He wasn't, I swear."

Gerard's face dawned a smirk as he looked back at the group perched on the stones. "Gentleman! Take a look at the rare sight. Want to tell them what we've caught?"

"An omega." Chris informed to the audience.

"The lone wolf! Possibly kicked out of his own pack." Gerard said getting quieter. "Or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down. Maybe even murdered. And possibly alone by his own choice."

Chris looked over at his father with a confused look. Scott and Sydney made eye contact before they both looked back at the omega. Taras eyes have been locked on the omega since he had been caught.

"Certainly not a wise choice." Gerard said in a patronizing voice. He then walked over to lower rock and unsheathed a sword, one he'd brought because he wanted to make a show of killing the innocent wolf. "Because.. as I'm about to demonstrate... an omega rarely survives.. on it's own."

Tara closed her eyes and leaned closer to Scott. She could hear it cutting through his chest like Chris had explained the other night. She could imagine it. Sydney had her eyes locked on the man as he died. Derek wasn't even holding her anymore, she was too frozen in shock to do anything.

"Look, look! Look at them!" Derek whispered forcing Scott to look like Sydney was doing. He wasn't doing the same with Tara, who had been holding back tears. "You see what they do? This is why you need me. Why we need each other. The only way to fight them is together."

"What are they doing?" Sydney asked as the hunters stepped closer to his body, stabbing the sword into the dirt. Derek stared at the dead werewolf with barely contained rage.

"Declaring war."

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It didn't take long for his father to find him. It wasn't like Stiles was hiding well. So now he was groveling to his father who was still annoyed that he couldn't find Scott, Sydney, or Tara. Tara going missing just added to the worry that's been building in him since Vivian had been attacked.

A rustling came from the bushes caused Stiles to look over his father's shoulder and see a figure approaching. Stiles walked away from his father, walking closer to see who it is. The hope that was building in his chest was only slightly diminished when he saw that it was Lydia.

That was before he realized that if Lydia was here, that meant that Vivian had to be near. Stiles ignored his fathers yell as he sprinted into the woods. He only had to for a few seconds before he saw Vivian.

She was standing by a tree while staring off. Vivian was shaking, her hair was messy like Lydia and the hospital gown she was wearing had tears in it everywhere. Stiles felt frozen to the spot as he watched her shiver.

"Vivian." Stiles breathed taking a few steps closer to the girl.

"Stiles?" Vivian asked so quiet that Stiles almost didn't hear her, but he did. Stiles ran over to where she was standing, she had only moved her head slightly to see him.

Stiles came to a stop in front of her. They made eye contact and stayed standing in front of each other for a few seconds before Vivian wrapped her arms around his neck. She clinged to him like he was the only thing in the world. Stiles looked down at her, concerned and confused. After another moment he followed her lead and wrapped his arms around her waist, relaxing now that he knew she was safe.

This nice moment only lasted a few moments before he realized just how cold she was. He took a small step away from her and shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Hey, let's get you somewhere warm." Stiles said softly looking at her with such a soft look that Vivian felt slightly warmer. She nodded after a minute.

"I-I don't.. I do- don't know what happened. I just- just blacked out." Vivian stuttered out, her eyes getting wider.

"I know, I know. Let's get you home." Stiles said starting to lead her out of the woods.

"Are Tara and Naomi okay? I didn't worry them too much, did I?" Vivian asked looking only at Stiles as he walked her to the lights they could see through the trees.

"Only as much as you worried the rest of us." Stiles said trying to comfort her but his tone doing the opposite.

"I'm sorry." Vivian said her eyes not leaving his face.

"It's fine-" Stiles tried to say but she stopped again getting his full attention.

"For everything." Vivian said keeping eye contact with him. Stiles looked at her and knew that they'd never talk about the kiss, well at least not while everything was happening. He was oddly okay with that. As long as Vivian was okay and they were friends, he would be fine. Vivian wanted desperately to talk about it, but she couldn't. Not now, maybe not ever.

Right now all she wanted was to go home.

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Naomi had gotten a phone call 32 minutes ago. It was from Noah. He had just told her that Vivian had been found and after they had gotten her and Lydia's statement, she would be sent home. Most likely by Stiles.

Maybe that's why Naomi hasn't moved from her spot in 32 minutes. Maybe that's why she had tried to call Noah again 12 minutes ago. Or why she texted Tara 31 minutes ago. It's definitely why when Tara got back to the house 5 minutes ago, Naomi almost jumped out of her skin.

The two girls were looking down at the table when the door opened. Vivian was standing in front of the door with Stiles right next to her. She looked how she should. Skinnier, dirty, and tired. Naomi ran over to her daughter and squeezed her into a hug.

Tara joined them a few minutes later. Naomi couldn't be blamed if she let out a few tears. She pulled away and held her daughters face. "I'm never letting you out of my sight again."

"I'm sorry." Vivian said back with tears gleaming in her eyes.

"You have nothing to be sorry about." Naomi pulled her back into a hug with Tara standing to the side, her own tears not going unnoticed. Naomi looked up and noticed Stiles trying to quietly leave. "Stiles."

He looked up at her confused before softening at her thankful smile. "Yes, Ms. Gasko?"

"Thank you."

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