"Maybe we should just walk." Lydia Martin suggested as she sat next to Dorothy Darlington, on the hood of Stiles Stilinski's jeep.

"I agree with Lydia." Dorothy raised her hand in agreement.

"Hey," Stiles stopped working on his jeep to look up at the two girls. He frowned before pointing the screwdriver at them. "I will never abandon this jeep, you understand me? Ever!"

"It's never gonna work." Dorothy taunted in a playful manner. "We're gonna be stuck out here all night because of you and your stupid jeep."

Dorothy heard Stiles gasp. "Stupid? How dare you-"

"Work faster, Stiles." Malia Tate ordered as she stared out into the vast openness of the Mexican land. "There is something out here with us." She spoke again.

When the sun went down, Stiles had Dorothy hold the flashlight while he worked on his jeep, but her hand kept shaking. "Dory, darling, I love you so extremely much, but please stop shaking your hand!" He yelled at her.

"I'm sorry, I'm scared." Dorothy nodded as her stance shrunk a little bit. Stiles raised an eyebrow, questioning her. "We're in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night, with some thing, that we have no idea what it is, out here with us. So again, I'm sorry, but I'm scared."

"Well, just hold it steady." Dorothy rolled her eyes as Stiles ripped something out of his jeep and handed it to her. "What does this do?"

"I don't know." Stiles shrugged before looking back into his jeep. "I'm hoping it's not important."

"Oh my god." Dorothy sighed, knowing they were going to die right then and there. "Lydia, what do you think, are we going to die?"

Suddenly, Lydia was standing is front of Dorothy's dead body as Stiles, once again, screamed that it was her fault. Lydia gasped, covering her mouth, and tears drifted down her cheeks.

"Lydia!"

"I'm sorry!" Lydia shouted before hitting someone's chest. She looked up and saw Dorothy holding her. "Dory." She slightly smiled.

"Lydia?" Dorothy looked extremely concerned as she wiped away Lydia's tears. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Lydia nodded, her smile growing. "What happened?"

"You fucking flipped out, bro." Stiles stated as he continued to attempt to fix his jeep. "'Twas scary."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Dorothy ran her hands down Lydia's arms to grip her hands.

"Now I am." The Martin girl chuckled. "I love you."

"I love you, too, baby, so much."

The girl's moment was cut off by Malia growling and running off with Kira following close behind her. "Malia, wait!" Stiles called after her, beginning to get off his jeep.

Dorothy's eyes widened before pushing him back into his previous position. "You, stay." Dorothy growled. "Malia will be fine. She can protect herself."

After Stiles finally got the jeep to work again, the three musketeers hopped into Roscoe, and went off to find Kira and Malia. As soon as they did, Stiles started to yell at his girlfriend. "You, don't ever do that again!"

"Do what?" Malia cocked an eyebrow, not understanding what she had done wrong or as to why he was yelling at her.

"I thought you just took off." Stiles explained to her. "I thought you were running."

Malia nodded. "I was running."

"No." Dorothy chuckled, shaking her head, and interjecting herself into the conversation, briefly. "He thought that you were leaving."

"Oh, I wouldn't leave without you." Malia stated very calmly, finally understanding.

"Really?" Stiles smiled slightly.

"No." Malia nodded. "I would never leave without you." Malia looked back at the girls sitting in the back. "Them I would leave, except for Dory, of course."

Lydia scoffed, about to say something, but Dorothy grabbed onto her hand. "It's progress." Lydia nodded. Something on Malia's side caught Dorothy's eye. It was a huge gash. "Mal, you okay?"

Malia looked down at the wound before nodding. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure?" Kira asked her, just making sure. "It looks pretty deep."

"Yep." Malia nodded. "I can feel it healing."

"And you didn't see anything?" Lydia spoke in a frustrated tone.

"Barely." Malia sighed. "He did have a strong scent, though."

"Like what?" Stiles questioned her.

"Like death." Malia answered.

When the jeep finally arrived at the sacred church where Kate had been hiding Derek, the pack watched as Scott and Braeden carried a limp body out of the church. "Is that him?" Malia questioned, cocking her head to the side. "Is that Derek?"

"Not exactly." Stiles answered, shaking his head. Derek looked up at the group, and Dorothy's eyes widened as she saw that Derek had been turned into a teenager.