I sat in my bed, writing notes on my laptop.

"Y/N? Someone's at the door for you!" mom yelled from downstairs. I groaned as I stood up and headed downstairs. My eyebrows furrowed as I could see three tall guys at the front door, all of them dressed in black suits.

"Can we help you?" I asked.

"We're from Eichenhouse, we're here to take you in, Miss Y/L/N." one nodded. My eyes widened.

"Mom, call Stilinski-." My eyes widened further as one grabbed me and put a hand over my mouth, making mom scream. I tried to scream but it was muffled as the guy picked me up from behind and carried me out, followed by the other guys.

"Y/N!" mom screamed. My eyes widened as the guy threw me in the back of a van before slamming the doors shut.

Stiles's P.O.V

Stiles pulled up to Y/N's house and turned off the jeep's engine before climbing out and wandering up the path. He knocked on the door and waited for an answer. It opened to reveal Y/N's mom, but Stiles's eyes widened slightly as it looked like she had been crying.

"Um, hey, Mrs Y/L/N." he gulped.

"Hey Stiles, I'm sorry, I'm a mess." She cried.

"Is everything okay?" he asked. She shook her head and sniffed.

"They just took her...it was for her own good..." she choked. Stiles's eyes widened slightly.

"Mrs Y/L/N, where is Y/N?" he asked slowly.

"They took her...the men from the asylum took her." She admitted. Stiles choked.

"The men from Eichenhouse took her? Why? Why did you let them take her?" he gulped. Deep down, he knew he probably shouldn't have been getting mad at his girlfriend's mom, but he couldn't help it.

"Her powers are out of control, Stiles, you know that better than anyone. They're the only ones who can help her." She insisted. Stiles shook his head as he slowly started to walk away from the door.

"You're wrong. We can help her." He nodded before running back to his jeep and climbing in before driving off.

Stiles drove up to the gates of Eichenhouse. He stopped the jeep and quickly opened the door before running to the gates and hammering his fist against them.

"Hey! Let me in! Hey!" he yelled.

"May I help you?" a voice from the intercom sounded.

"Yeah, you can. You sons of bitches are illegally holding my girlfriend in your asylum, let her go." He spat.

"We are not illegally holding her, she is mentally unstable. And you of all people know she's unstable in more ways than just that." The voice sniggered. Stiles's eyes widened slightly.

"How do you know who I'm talking about?" he gulped.

"Don't worry, Mr Stilinski, your girlfriend will be cured and well in no time. Goodbye now." The voice spoke before the intercom went dead. Stiles gulped and looked around to see if he could spot any cameras. None. Then how did they know it was him?

"Goddammit." He mumbled before climbing back into his jeep and driving away.

Stiles hammered his hand against Scott's door and waited for an answer. It opened and Stiles rushed in.

"Woah, woah, hello to you too." Scott scoffed.

"Eichenhouse came for Y/N." Stiles spoke. Scott's eyes widened.

"What?" he scoffed. Stiles shook his head and looked down.

"Her parents let them take her, because of her powers being out of control. Her mom's words." Stiles replied.

"And you think this is another assassination attempt." Scott nodded. Stiles returned it and sighed.

"I just don't think it's a coincidence that they show up, claiming they need to help her, in the middle of a freaking Deadpool, when she's already been here for a year. It doesn't make sense, why wait until now?" He shook his head.

"Okay. Well, call Lydia, and I'll call Allison and Derek, and we'll come up with a plan." Scott nodded.

"Well how long will that take?" Stiles scoffed.

"I don't know, dude, but we need a plan." He nodded. Stiles squinted his eyes at him.

"Scott, we can't leave her in that place, please, we can't leave her there. I can't leave her there." Stiles choked, his eyes wavering as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"And we're not going to. But if we go in without a plan, we'll be taken too, and then who will help her?" Scott asked. Stiles sighed and nodded.

"So, what's the plan?" Lydia asked as they all gathered around the table.

"Meredith is still there, isn't she?" Allison asked.

"Yeah, she is. We could pretend to be her family or something." Lydia nodded.

"Well, Stiles is basically Y/N's family, can't we just use him?" Allison asked.

"That's off the table, when I went alone, I told them that I'm her boyfriend and that got me nothing." Stiles mumbled.

"Then we pretend that I'm Meredith's cousin. We go in and break Y/N out." Lydia nodded.

"Okay, sounds like that could work." Scott nodded.

"Okay. So, here's the rest of the plan." Stiles spoke as he started to write.

Stiles pulled up to Eichenhouse and him, Lydia, Scott and Allison climbed out of the jeep.

"Where's Derek?" Stiles asked, looking around.

"There." Lydia nodded towards the motorcycle that was coming down the road. Derek stopped the motorcycle next to the jeep and pulled his helmet off.

"Remind me why we're doing this again?" Derek asked.

"She's part of my pack, we can't let her die." Scott scoffed.

"Not part of my pack." Derek mumbled as he climbed off of the motorcycle.

"Okay, sour wolf, you agreed to help us with this so don't act like you're here against your will." Stiles smiled sarcastically.

"You guys wanna continue to fight or do you wanna save Y/N's life?" Lydia asked.

"The latter. Let's do this." Stiles nodded. Lydia returned it before pressing the buzzer.

"Hello?" a voice sounded.

"Hi, I'm...Frankie Murphy, I'm Meredith's cousin." Lydia lied, wincing as she looked at us.

"How many of you are there?" the voice asked.

"Five." Lydia spoke, making the voice sigh.

"Fine." It mumbled before opening the gate.

"It worked." Lydia smiled as she opened the gate and they walked in. Stiles looked around as they walked into the building.

"We're here to see Meredith." Lydia nodded as she signed in.

"No, you're not." They turned around and their eyes widened as three tall men stood there.

"Excuse me?" Scott asked.

"We know you're here for the korrigan. And you're too late. She's already dead." One smirked. The others looked at Stiles as he squinted his eyes.

"See, that would be an effective lie if it weren't for the fact that I have an unbreakable link with her, and so know for a fact that she isn't dead." He nodded, cocking his head to the side. The men looked at each other.

"Get them!" the first man yelled, making the other two surge forward. Stiles's eyes widened as they rushed towards him, making Scott and Derek change into their werewolf forms.

"Stiles, go get Y/N, we'll hold them off here." Scott nodded. Stiles returned it before ducking under the arm of one of the men, getting past him and sprinting down the hallway.

Stiles raced down the hallway, looking for the room that Y/N was in. He gulped as he looked around. His eyes widened slightly as he spotted a broom closet that was slightly open. He opened the door and looked around.

"Acid bomb, too painful, Molotov cocktail, too deadly." He mumbled to himself as he looked at the supplies.

"Ah, perfect." He smiled as he spotted the baseball bat. He grabbed it and shut the door.

"I'm guessing you're here for the korrigan." He turned around and gulped as a woman stood in the middle of the hallway, smirking.

"You're damn right I am. And I'm gonna leave with her." Stiles nodded.

"Oh, that's so cute." The woman smirked before running towards him.

"Oh sh-." His eyes widened as she kicked him in the chest, making him fall down. Stiles coughed at the contact and his eyes widened as she straddled him and drove a knife towards his face. He grabbed her wrist, stopping the knife an inch away from his face.

"Trying to prove that you're a big, strong man?" the woman smirked as Stiles slowly pushed the knife away from his face, making the veins pop out of his arm. He clenched his jaw before driving the baseball bat into her side, making her collapse off of him as she groaned. He shot up and ran down the corridor.

"Y/N! Y/N! Where are you?!" he yelled.

Y/N's P.O.V

I paced the width of the cell, chewing on my nail nervously.

"Y/N! Y/N! Where are you?!" my eyes widened as I heard Stiles yelling.

"Stiles?!" I called out.

"Y/N?!" I choked and ran to the door before hammering my fists against it.

"I'm here, Stiles! It's me, I'm here!" I screamed.

"Am I at the right cell?" his voice sounded from the other side of the door.

"Yes, help me, get me out." I nodded.

"Okay, I'm gonna bust the door open, stand back." He spoke. I nodded before taking a few steps back. I gulped as something pounded against the door before pounding again. The pounding happened once more before the door flew open. My eyes widened as Stiles rushed in and looked at me.

"Y/N." he smiled as he rushed to me and engulfed me in a hug. I returned it quickly, holding onto him for dear life.

"I knew you'd come for me." I choked.

"Of course. There was no chance in hell I was gonna leave you here." He nodded before kissing me gently. I returned it, holding his face.

"Come on, we need to go." Stiles nodded, breaking the kiss before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the cell.

"Hey!" we turned around and my eyes widened as a woman stood there.

"Freaking great. I had to get through her to get to you." He mumbled.

"I've got this." I nodded.

"Babe, be careful." He gulped. I returned it and nodded again before sticking out my hand. The woman looked at me.

"Am I about to see your famous korrigan powers? How lucky am I." she smirked before starting to run towards us.

"Any time now, babe." Stiles gulped. I closed my eyes and gulped as I tried to concentrate. I gasped and my eyes flew open as red energy surged from my hand, rippling down the walls of the corridor. The woman's eyes widened and she screamed as the energy hit her in the stomach and made her fly back. My eyes widened.

"Oh my god, that was amazing." Stiles laughed.

"It'll give us more time, that's what matters." I nodded before grabbing his hand and running the hallway.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I, erm, don't know-in here." He nodded, pulling me into a room. He shut the door behind us before looking around.

"We're in their locker room." I sighed, looking at the rows of lockers and benchers.

"We need to get out of here, I need to call Scott." Stiles spoke as he took out his phone.

"Scott is here too?" I smiled. Stiles looked at me.

"Babe, so are Allison, Lydia and Derek. You've been part of the pack for almost two years now, we look after our own." He smiled. I returned it as he put the phone on speaker.

"Hey, Scott, we may need some help getting out-."

"Can't help you right now, buddy, kinda swamped here-." He stopped talking as he roared, making Stiles look at me.

"Standard call with Scott the werewolf." Stiles nodded, squinting his eyes.

"How do we get out, Scott, we need a plan." Stiles spoke.

"I don't know, just make sure you get out-." Suddenly something pounded against the door, making our eyes widen.

"We've got to go, Scott, we'll see you outside." Stiles spoke before hanging up and raising his baseball bat.

"Stay behind me." He mumbled, gently pushing me behind him with his arm and making me smile slightly at him being protective over me. The door burst open, revealing the woman again.

"You little freaks aren't getting away again." She snapped as she walked in.

"That's where you're wrong." Stiles nodded, his baseball bat poised. The woman looked at me and smirked as she took her necklace off.

"Remember this, sweetie?" she cooed, snapping the wire of the necklace and making it glow red. My eyes widened.

"Stiles." I choked.

"It's okay." He nodded, pushing me further behind him. He swung the bat out, making the woman dodge it before quickly moving behind him as she kicked him in the back, making him groan and stumble. She looked at me and smirked as I raised my hands, palms flat so that I was ready.

"You've seen what I can do. Don't test me, they're not lying when they say I can kill people with my powers." I nodded. The woman laughed.

"They also say you're too afraid of killing those who you love to actually use your powers effectively against those who you do want to kill." She nodded. I gulped.

"How do you know so much about me? Who is telling you this?" I scoffed.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she smirked as she surged forward. My eyes widened as she quickly hooked her necklace over my hands, trapping them together as she pulled. I struggled against the wire, wincing slightly as it started to burn through my skin. I gulped as I felt my eyes go red, making the woman's eyes widen as a ball of red energy started to appear between my hands.

"What the-." The ball went off, making both of us fly back. I collided with the wall, making me cough as I fell to the floor.

"Y/N!" Stiles yelled as he appeared behind the woman.

"Stiles, be careful." I wheezed. His eyes widened as the woman ran towards him. Stiles swung the baseball bat and hit her in the stomach, making her groan and fall backwards. He hit her one more time, making her fall on the ground unconscious. Stiles looked at me.

"You okay? Are you hurt?" he asked.

"No, I'm-." I gasped and choked as I felt death. But this time, it was different.

"Y/N, your eyes are red, what's wrong?" Stiles asked as he rushed to me. Tears pricked my eyes as I collapsed against the lockers.

"Woah, babe, what's wrong?" he gulped, helping me up. I looked into his eyes as tears started to rapidly fall from my eyes.

"Allison." I choked.

We raced out of the building and looked around.

"Where are they? Where-." I choked as I saw them.

"Oh my god." Stiles mumbled. We ran towards Scott and Lydia, Scott cradling Allison's body as he knelt on the ground.

"What happened?" I choked.

"One of them pulled out a gun and fired before either Scott or Derek got to him." Lydia nodded, tears running down her cheeks. I choked and tightly hugged her, making her return it as she cried into my hair.

"Scott, I'm so sorry, man." Stiles choked. Scott looked up at us, his tear-stained face a rare sight.

"I tried to save her, I swear." He cried, rocking back and forth with Allison in his arms.

"We know, buddy, we know." Stiles reassured, placing a hand on his shoulder before looking at me. I choked and gently let Lydia go before running into his arms. He held onto me for dear life, gently cupping my head as he pressed his lips against my forehead. Rain started to gently pelt down on us, quickly soaking us all as we stood around Allison's body.

"Scott, I'm so sorry, but you need to let her go. This is now a crime scene, my dad needs to be called, I'm so sorry." Stiles choked, his hand still on my back as the rain dripped through his hair and landed in mine. Scott sniffed and nodded as he gently laid her down on the ground before slowly standing up.

"We'll make them pay, Scott. I promise." I nodded, making him choke as he hugged me.

I sat on Stiles's bed, looking down at my black painted nails as I waited for Stiles. As if on cue, he appeared at the doorway of his bedroom.

"How do I look?" he gulped. I nodded as I stood up, admiring how his clean white dress shirt looked against his black tie, trousers and dress jacket.

"You look great." I nodded as I walked to him and put my hands against his chest. He sighed and nodded as he curled his arms around my waist and landed his hands against my lower back.

"I know this isn't really the right time, given that we're about to go to our best friend's funeral, but you look beautiful." He nodded, looking into my eyes. I gave him a small smile and returned his nod. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Babe, your eyes have gone red." He gulped. I sighed.

"I just, I'm so angry. At myself, and at the guy who killed Allison. She went in there to save me, and she died. She died because of me." I choked, a tear leaving my eye. Stiles sighed and gently wiped the tear away with his thumb.

"One thing you have to know is that it wasn't your fault. She chose to go in there, she wanted to save you as much as everyone else did. What happened was not your fault." He scoffed gently, shaking his head. I sighed and gulped.

"I don't know, Stiles, I just...I need to kill them." I admitted. He looked at me.

"Y/N, babe, you can't do that." He shook his head.

"I know but...every one of them needs to suffer for what they've done." I nodded. He sighed.

"I agree. And they will suffer. I promise you that." He spoke. I sighed and nodded before hugging him, making him return it.