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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺

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Sawyer and Stiles rushed their way out of Beacon Hills Memorial and over to Stiles blue Jeep where Scott waited patiently for them both in the backseat. The front seat had always been Sawyer's and, especially after Scott learned of the boy's feelings for Stiles, he really didn't complain about it. Just sent Sawyer knowing smirks every now and then when Stiles wasn't paying attention to the boys.

Asshole.

"This is the one she was just wearing?" Scott asked, taking the dirty hospital gown from Sawyer.

"No, Scott, I took some other person's hospital gown just to make our lives harder," Sawyer quipped, shooting Scott a look. "Yes, it's the one she was just wearing. I stuffed it in my pocket before Devin could see me. I already got the scent from the gown so now it's just your turn."

Stiles started up the Jeep so the trio could start to drive around in search for the strawberry blonde when Allison suddenly appeared in front of the car, dressed in a black beanie and jacket. 

"What are you doing here?" Scott whispered to Allison when she stopped next to the open window, poking his head into the front seat so he could see his secret girlfriend. "Someone could see us."

"Yeah, not really secret friends or girlfriend if we're seen together there, Argent," Sawyer mused, smiling brightly at Allison when she playfully glared at him.

"I don't care - she is my best friend and we need to find her before they do."

"Sawyer and I can find her way quicker than the cops can," Scott assured Allison, waving the dirty hospital gown in his hand to show him and Sawyer got Lydia's scent down. Somehow it still smelled like vanilla even though Lydia hadn't used her typical perfume in a while with her being in the hospital.

Allison huffed and braced her hands on the windowsill, nerves practically radiating off her. "How about we find her before my father does? I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs."

Sawyer groaned and lowered himself in his chair, rubbing his hands over his face. "Great. We've got a search party."

"More like a hunting party," Allison corrected, proving just how serious this whole thing was with Chris Argent looking for Lydia. Now let me in because we're wasting time."

Sawyer pushed open the door and helped Allison crawl her way into the car and over his lap to get into the backseat with Scott. He closed the door just as Stiles pulled out of the parking lot of the hospital and Sawyer stuck his head out of the open window to try and sniff out Lydia with Scott's leant on the back of his chair to help. It sucked that Stiles' Jeep only had two doors and two windows that actually opened, but Scott could still help Sawyer sniff out the scent. That's all that mattered to any of them right now.

"Alright, if she's turning would they actually kill her?" Stiles questioned, speeding the Jeep down the empty roads of Beacon Hills. The speed pushed Sawyer's brown hair back and, if the situation weren't so serious, he'd probably complain about his "beautiful mane" being messed up.

"I don't know. They won't tell me anything, okay? All they say is that we'll talk after Kate's funeral when the others get here."

"What others?" Sawyer asked this time, keeping his head out the window. Still no sign of Lydia's scent anywhere, which was frustrating him greatly.

"I don't know. They won't tell me that either," Allison complained, her tone laced frustration.

Stiles let out a heavy sigh and shifted himself in his seat, gripping the steering wheel just the tiniest bit tighter. Sawyer didn't Stiles' chemosignals to know that the Stilinski boy was racked with anxiety. "Okay, your family has some serious communication issues to work on. Saw, are we going the right way?"

Sawyer took a minute to focus on looking for Lydia's scent when he got the tiniest bit of one in the distance. "Sti, take the next right!"

The scent had wound up leading Sawyer right towards the Hale house, which was odd because Lydia didn't really know Derek Hale like they did. Sawyer was pretty sure she had never been to this part of the woods before and seen the Hale house before. He thought his senses mislead him since he was still learning a bit on how to control everything, but one glance to Scott told him that Scott smelt Lydia over here also.

"Why would Lydia come here?" Stiles asked, turning away from the Hale house to face his friends. "She's never been here before, right?"

"Not with me," Allison answered, shaking her head and walking closer to the house. "Maybe she came here on instinct, like she was looking for Derek."

"You mean, looking for an alpha," Scott clarified, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets.

"Wolves need a pack, right? To survive?"

Sawyer flashed a grin towards Allison and wrapped an arm around Scott's shoulder. "Not all of us do, right, Scotty boy?"

Allison snorted and rolled her eyes at Sawyer. "Okay, but would she have been drawn to an alpha? Is it an instinct to be part of a pack?"

"Yeah, we're stronger in packs," Scott explained.

"Like strength in numbers."

"No, like literally stronger, faster, better in every way," Sawyer said, dropping his arm from around Scott. "It's why when I fight with Scott I have just the tiniest bit more power behind my attacks. I don't know what it is, but..."

"Ooh, hey, look at this," Stiles said from behind the trio, earning their attention. He fingered a piece of wire between his thumb and pointer finger while Sawyer and Allison walked over to him to see what he was playing with. "You guys see this? I think it's a tripwire."

Sawyer watched as Stiles pulled the tripwire and then a whooshing sound behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to see Scott strung up by the ankle and barked out a laugh when he saw his best friend's current predicament. He pushed himself to his feet and sent Scott a teasing smirk. "Hey, Scotty boy, you hanging out?"

"Fuck off, Sawyer," Scott groaned and flickered his gaze over to a sheepish looking Stiles. "Stiles, next time you see a tripwire, don't trip it."

"Yeah, noted," Stiles said, scratching the back of his neck.

Before Sawyer could move and help down Scott now that he got his teasing out of the way, he heard a twig snap somewhere in the distance. It was too far for Stiles or Allison to hear, but Sawyer and Scott both heard it. They exchanged a glance and Sawyer grabbed both Stiles and Allison by the back of their jacket, hauling them behind a tree a few feet away so they could hide in the shadows.

Chris walked out of the shadows with the three guys that Allison mentioned had left with him earlier. Sawyer shouldn't have even been shocked to see the man because he was always showing up when it involved Scott and Sawyer. It was like he had a werewolf radar in his brain and followed Scott and Sawyer everywhere they went to make sure they didn't harm anyone.

Sawyer may be ready to fight at all times because he's always had to be tough with an older brother and younger brother, but Sawyer also never backed down from the bullies. Not after that day in fifth grade when he got beat up by two of the bigger kids that taunted him about being an orphan. Kids were mean and Sawyer learned that hard way. However, Sawyer never wanted to kill anyone. He only ever fought out of self defense or if he felt he was being provoked. Most of that time was by Jackson Whittmore who couldn't fight to save his life so Sawyer had only ever fought Jackson that one time.

Chris sighed as he glanced from the tripped wire to Scott who hung upside down, squatting down so they were face to face instead of face to crotch. "Scott? How are you doing?"

"Good, you know, just hangin' out," Scott replied and Sawyer had to bite down on his lip to stop himself from chuckling. "Is this one of yours? It's, uh, good. Nice design. Very constricting."

"What are you doing out here, Scott?" Chris asked, cutting off Scott's rambling.

"Looking for my friend."

"Ah, that's right. Lydia is in your group now, isn't she? Part of the clique? Is that the word you sue? Or is there another way to put it? Part of your pack?"

Scott's heart beat raised the slightest bit out of annoyance, knowing that Chris was threatening Lydia. He promised to back off on Sawyer and Scott until they did something dangerous, but Lydia had never been part of that deal because she hadn't been bit at that time. She was free game to Chris and that only made Sawyer's blood boil in his veins. "I'd say clique sounds about right to me."

"I hope so. 'Cause I know she's a friend of Allison's and two special circumstances such as you and your buddy Sawyer - two I can handle fine. Not three. Scott, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?"

"No, but I have a feeling I don't want to, either."

"Medical term for amputating somebody at the waist. Cutting them in half. Takes a tremendous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that," Chris informed, running his finger along Scott's waist to show hum just where he'd be chopped. "Let's hope a demonstration never becomes necessary."

Stiles held back Sawyer against him before he could show himself and show Chris just how much pain that a werewolf fist would be to the face. He was a whole five inches shorter than Stiles and Stiles' breath could be felt on the side of his neck while he struggled to hold Sawyer back. Even though Sawyer didn't even fight against the boy because the breath on his neck alone was enough to freeze him to his spot and a shiver run down his spine at the feeling.

Luckily for him, Chris had stood back up to his full height and began to make his in the direction he came with the three hunters that flanked him. Allison ran off to go take Scott down from the trap while Sawyer was slowly released from Stiles' grip, the shorter boy awkwardly clearing his throat and rubbing the spot where Stiles breath had been absentmindedly.

"Thanks for stopping me from punching him," Sawyer awkwardly said, never feeling this way around anyone. Seriously, what was this damn boy doing to him?

"Couldn't let you get that hemi.... something or whatever... done to you. Kind of need you in one piece," Stiles mused and playfully pushed Sawyer's shoulder. "Who else is going to call me an asshole and idiot all day if you were to die?"

"Oh, glad to know that's the only reason you keep me around, Stilinski."

"It's not the only reason," Stiles shrugged and walked off to make his way back to Allison and Scott who had just cut himself down from the trap with his now clawed hand.

Sawyer blinked as he watched Stiles profusely apologize for nearly getting Scott murdered by Chris and quite literally leaving him out to dry. None of that really stuck in Sawyer's head because he only caught on to the fact that there was some kind of hidden meaning behind Stiles' words. The same meaning that now was going to bother Sawyer until he found out what it was.

If he even wanted to find out what it was.

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The next morning, Sawyer woke up to the sound of a body crashing to his floor. He bolted up out of his bed to see Stiles laid out on his wooden floor, groaning in pain. Sawyer barely even registered the fact that he was just in his boxers from when fell asleep last night when his brain tried to catch up with the fact that the Stilinski boy was on his floor, his backpack laying just a few feet from him with his lacrosse stick. For whatever reason.

"Stiles, what the fuck?"

"I'm fine. Thanks for asking," Stiles grunted, pushing himself to his feet and rubbing his shoulder that smacked against the wooden floor. His eyes widened when he noticed his best friend in just his boxers, Sawyer's hint of a six pack on full display for Stiles' eyes to see. For a moment, Stiles forgot Sawyer could hear his heart beat and it raised significantly at the sight before he quickly slowed it down to normal. "Uh..."

Sawyer quickly grabbed the nearest pair of pants near by - which were a pair of basketball shorts - and threw them on and tugged a gray t-shirt over his head. "Stiles... again... what the fuck? It's like..." He trailed off to glance at his alarm clock that read seven AM and groaned. He could have slept for at least another twenty minutes before he'd have to get up for school. "Seven in the morning. You're ruining my beauty sleep."

Stiles' eyes trailed over to the police scanner that Sawyer usually kept on his desk and made look like a regular stereo so Devin wouldn't know that Sawyer had it on him. Though, Devin already knew that Sawyer listened in on all the police calls with Stiles already. He just thought it was the scanner Stiles had in his car. "I'm guessing you didn't hear the call a few minutes ago or hear Devin leave?"

"What call?" Sawyer yawned, rubbing a hand over his face and walked over to his closet to grab his clothes for the day since it looked like he wouldn't be going back to sleep.

"My dad just got off the phone with Devin when I finished getting dressed, a grave had been dug up and the casket was broken into. The liver was gone," Stiles explained to Sawyer, watching the Bowen boy groggily make his way around the room before hiding behind his bathroom door to get dressed. "I think it might have been Lydia."

Sawyer scoffed from the other side of the door, shrugging off the clothes he haphazardly threw on when Stiles fell into his room like a fallen angel out of Heaven. The sound of Stiles' heart beat changing just the slightest bit still echoing in Sawyer's ears. However, Sawyer told himself it probably didn't even mean anything and he was just in shock to see Sawyer half naked. Of all the nights Sawyer was too hot to wear full pajamas, it just had to be that night. It was like God wanted to play a practical joke on him.

"You think Lydia ate the heart of someone?"

"No, I didn't say she ate it. I said it was gone," Stiles grumbled and Sawyer could hear the springs on his bed creak when Stiles sat down on his bed. "There's a difference. Even if she did eat it, who care? It's the most nutritious part of the body."

"Stiles, I never ate anyone's liver," Sawyer reminded the boy, walking out of the bathroom now dressed in jeans, a gray hoodie, his black Vans and his usual jean jacket. He tossed other clothes into the overflowing hamper and Sawyer made a mental note to hand his clothes over to Devin so he could wash them. "I've wanted to rip people's heads off before."

"Even mine?"

"Especially yours, Stilinski," Sawyer teased, pushing Stiles' head as he passed him by to get to his dresser where his brush sat to tame his brown hair that stuck up in every direction. 

Stiles chuckled softly and stopped mid-through, a thought coming to him. He scrambled off Sawyer's bed and spun the boy around to face him, the brush halfway through Sawyer's curls and Sawyer's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Wait, you can be the test case for this, so we should go over what happened to you after Peter bit you."

Sawyer slowly lowered his brush to his side and tilted his head. He wasn't exactly sure what Stiles meant by that, since his experience was about the same as Scott's. He struggled at first with the raging anger and shifting on full moons, but Scott was there for him the whole time and helped him through it. His first full moon was rough, much like Scott's was, but now he's been getting a better grasp on it all. "What are you talking about?"

"I mean, like, what was going through your mind when you were turning? Like, what were you drawn to?"

Sawyer rolled his lips into his mouth, not knowing if he should say that the thing he was drawn to was the boy stood before him. Would Stiles find that weird or would he just think that Sawyer just focused on his best friend? Sawyer knew how he felt about Stiles - he's known for a few years now - but Sawyer wasn't sure what Stiles felt. Stiles had been in love with Lydia for as long as Sawyer could remember, but it started to die down over the years it seemed. Even Lydia had taken notice to it and wondered if Stiles realized something that he wasn't admitting to.

What he wasn't admitting to Sawyer wasn't sure, even though a part of his mind - the hopeful part - said he was slowly realizing he liked boys more than girls. Maybe that was just Sawyer having wishful thinking.

"Saw?"

"Oh... um..." Sawyer cleared his throat and placed his brush down on the dresser next to him, avoiding Stiles' stare. "Just... you know... you because... um... you held my hand through a lot of the transition stuff and you were the one that found me bitten outside the video store. So..."

If Stiles found it weird, he didn't say anything and a smile took over his face. "Well, I'm honored I keep you anchored then."

Before Sawyer could cover up the really sappy thing he truly wanted to say with a sarcastic remark, a knock was heard on Sawyer's door and Eric Bowen poked his head into the room, his mop of curls falling into his face. 

"Hey, big bro," Eric greeted, stepping into the room and his eyes flickering over to Stiles. "Stiles?"

"Heeyy, Eric," Stiles awkwardly replied, waving his hand slightly at the youngest Bowen. 

Eric looked like he wanted to ask how Stiles was in the house when he didn't even hear the front door open or close, but he just shook his head. Probably not wanting to know the answer to the questions he had. "Uh, Devin already left for work, I guess. Can we stop at the deli on the way to school to get breakfast? Especially since it looks like Stiles is driving today?"

"Sure, bud," Stiles said before Sawyer could open his mouth and respond. "We can leave in five minutes if you hurry up."

"Yes, you're the best, Stiles," Eric beamed before he was out of Sawyer's room to quickly finish getting ready for school.

Stiles smirked and elbowed Sawyer in the side who glared at him. "You hear that, Saw? I'm the best."

"Yeah, you're alright."

"You know you love me, Sawyer."

Yeah, more than Stiles would ever know.

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"Alright, gather around. I have an announcement," Coach Finstock announced to the boys' locker room, stepping out of his office with a sheet of paper in his hands. "Gather round. Quickly! Danny, put a shirt on, would you? Alright, listen up. Police are asking for help on a missing child advisory. It's a sick girl, roaming around, totally naked."

The group of lacrosse boys all wolf whistled at the mental image Coach Finstock had created for all of them. The only boys that didn't so much as make a suggestive comment to it was Scott, Sawyer, Stiles, Isaac and Danny. 

"Now, it's supposed to get below forty degrees tonight. I don't know about you, but that last time it was that cold and I was running around naked... I lost a testicle to exposure. Now, I don't want the same thing happening to an innocent girl."

"Coach, I know you probably haven't gotten lucky in a while, but anatomy hasn't exactly changed. Females don't have testicles," Sawyer cut in, leaning back against his locker with a smirk. 

"Bowen, shut up or you'll be doing suicides till you puke," Coach Finstock warned and Sawyer merely held his hands up in defense. "Anyways, police are organizing search parties for tonight. Sign up, find the missing girl, you get an automatic A in my classes." He tapped the sign up sheet to the wall and held up a sharpie.

While the other boys all cheered and walked over to the sheet, Stiles, Scott and Sawyer walked over to Jackson to talk to him about Lydia. They all hoped that he had heard from or at least seen her lately. Anything that could help them find the girl before Chris Argent did.

Jackson rolled his eyes and leant his arm against the tiled wall that lead to the showers in the back of the locker room. "If Lydia wants to take a naked hike in the woods, why would I care?"

"Because we have a pretty good idea that she might be... you know, turning," Scott said, keeping his voice low so the other boys in the room wouldn't hear.

"Turning? Into what?"

"A unicorn," Stiles remarked, crossing his arms across his chest with an odd look. "What do you think, dumbass?"

"Well, I think that if Lydia's turning, she's not the one that's gonna need help. When I was with Lydia, you should have seen the scratch marks she left on me. What do you think she's gonna do with real claws?" Jackson mocked, giving the trio a fake smile and pushing through them to get away.

Sawyer's jaw ticked as he watched Jackson walk out of the locker room. "Man, I really want to punch him in his pretty, rich boy mouth."

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Sawyer sat in Mr. Harris' class, his cheek pressed to his palm as the man slapped a blank pop quiz in front of him. The sight of the Science teacher alone was enough to piss Sawyer off alone. The man was a total dick and had given Sawyer multiple detentions for just breathing. Devin had even had to come down to the school once or twice to speak with Mr. Harris after Sawyer lost his ability to keep his mouth shut around the man.

"Alright," Stiles whispered, leaning against the table to get closer to Scott who sat in the table in front of Stiles and Sawyer. "It is causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right." He gestured behind him to the table that Danny and Jackson sat at together.

"I know," Scott huffed, turning his head the slightest bit so Stiles could hear him.

"What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?"

Before Sawyer or Scott could give their two cents in, Mr. Harris slammed his hands on his desk and sent a sharp look Stiles' way. "This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."

Stiles, who could never stop talking when he was supposed to, blinked at Mr. Harris. "Wait, you can do that?"

"Well, there it is again. Your voice, which is triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at three for detention."

Sawyer shot Stiles an apologetic look while simultaneously trying to simmer his boiling blood at how Mr. Harris just treated Stiles. He couldn't let his anger cloud his mind and get him to turn in front of everyone. They had enough problems right now without Sawyer exposing to the whole world that the supernatural existed.

"You, too, Mr. Bowen."

Sawyer gaped at Mr. Harris and noticed Scott subtly glance at him, more than likely hearing how Sawyer's heart spiked in anger. "What? I didn't even do anything."

"You want to make that two detentions, Mr. Bowen? I'm sure your brother would just love to get away from his busy schedule as the sheriff's second hand man to come down here again," Mr. Harris taunted.

Sawyer clenched his jaw to stop the onslaught of insults he wanted to fire at Mr. Harris, nearly breaking his pencil that he clutched in his hand. He diverted his gaze away from the asshole science teacher and went back to his pop quiz, visioning the punch that he couldn't physically deliver to the man's face.

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Sawyer puffed out his cheeks, his chin placed on top of his stacked his hands as his eyes stared at the clock above the blackboard. He and Stiles had been sat in silence together for fifty-nine minutes now and Sawyer just wanted it to end. The only thing keeping Sawyer calm at the moment was the sound of Stiles' steady heartbeat.

Once the clock hit three o' clock, Stiles began to pack up his things until Sawyer grabbed Stiles' arm to stop him. He furrowed his eyebrows when Sawyer shook his head for him to sit back down. "What? It's been an hour."

"My detentions are an hour and a half, Mr. Stilinski," Mr. Harris announced from his desk where he graded the pop quizzes from earlier that day.

"You can't do that," Stiles argued, slapping his hands to his sides.

The smile that took over Mr. Harris' face could battle that of a villain's. It only made Sawyer hate him more, if that were even possible. "Oh... but I can. You see, Stiles, since your father and Sawyer's brother were so judicious in their dealings with me, I've decided to make you and your boyfriend my personal projects for the rest of the semester. You are going to benefit from all the best that strict discipline has to offer. Now, sit down before I make you and Sawyer stay here all night."

Sawyer tugged Stiles back down onto his stool before he could open his mouth and cause even more trouble for them both. Neither of the boys didn't even bother to waste their breath on Mr. Harris that they weren't each other's boyfriends. They just had to survive the last twenty-eight minutes of the detention and then they could go meet Scott at Kate Argent's funeral.

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Mr. Harris finally had let Stiles and Sawyer go and the two boys had never ran out of a classroom faster in their lives. They both fumbled with their bags as they both ran to the Jeep so they could make it to Kate's funeral in time to be there with Scott. With Harris adding an extra half hour to his detentions, Stiles and Sawyer had only just made it up to Scott in the nick of time.

"Hey," Sawyer whispered to Scott as he and Stiles crouched on either side of Scott behind the statue of an angel. He glanced over to where the chairs were set up for Allison and her family to sit, an older guy with a balding scalp stood before the raven haired girl. "Scott, who is that?"

Scott pulled his back behind the statue when Allison and the older man both turned in the direction of the statue. "Definitely an Argent."

Sawyer heard the man tell Allison that since she hadn't seen him since she was three, he didn't expect her to call him grandpa but Gerard. Though, he preferred to be called grandpa since he was, in fact, her grandfather. That didn't settle too well in Sawyer's stomach as he got a bad feeling about Gerard.

"Maybe they're just here for the funeral," Stiles suggested, trying to make light of the situation that could potentially turn dark rather quickly for Scott and Stiles. "What if they are the non-hunting side of the family? There could be non-hunting Argents. It's possible, right?"

"More like reinforcements," Sawyer mumbled, earning a nod of agreement from Scott who clearly thought the same. He narrowed his eyes as more people sat in the seats behind Allison, her parents and Gerard. 

Before Scott and Sawyer could try and come up with theories on the others, the trio were grabbed from behind and pulled up to their full heights. Sawyer groaned when he noticed Devin held him by the back of his jacket while Noah held Stiles and Scott next to him. 

"Sawyer, you are seriously unbelievable, you know that?" Devin snapped quietly to Sawyer who didn't even bother fighting against Devin's hold. "I could kill you."

"Nah, you wouldn't kill your favorite brother," Sawyer mused as Devin hauled him over to Noah's squad car while Noah followed behind them with Scott and Stiles.

"Yeah, you're right because Eric doesn't give me agita," Devin said, releasing his hold on Sawyer's jacket and crossing his arms. "Now, Noah is going to take you home and you'll be lucky if I don't string you up when I get home later."

Sawyer grinned at his brother, rocking back on his heels. "Is that a threat or promise, big brother?"

Devin squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh. "Sawyer, can you please just stay out of trouble for five minutes?"

Stiles rounded the car once he had pushed Stiles and Scott inside and pat Devin on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Devin, I'll make sure he gets home fine. I'll lock him and my idiot there together if I have to."

Once he was sat in the squad car in between Stiles and Scott, Sawyer banged his head back against the seat while Devin made his way back over to the barrier that kept the press away from the funeral and Argent family. He knew he was going to get the lecture of his life from Devin once the guy got home from work and he wanted to enjoy his last few hours of breathing.

"I got a 4 - 1 - 5 Adam," the dispatcher announced through the police scanner in Noah's car, alerting Stiles and Sawyer who knew exactly what that term meant.

"I'm sorry, but did you say 4 - 1 - 5 Adam?" Noah asked in the radio, sounding between shocked.

"Disturbance in a car," Stiles and Sawyer quietly informed Scott who just looked confused on what was going on.

"They were taking a heart attack victim - DOA. On the way to the hospital, something hit 'em and then got in the back. I'm standing right in front of it and there's just blood everywhere. I mean everywhere?"

Noah was quiet for a moment, clearly trying to process that scene that the deputy that took over the call told him. "Alright, unit, what your's twenty?"

"Route five and post. I swear, I've never seen anything like this."

Sawyer jerked his head to the side to signal to the two boys that they needed to hurry up and get out. To try and get to the scene before Noah and more police could to see what happened. If they stayed with Noah, all the boys would just be taken home before that. If Lydia had done this, then they needed to make sure that they found her and made sure the strawberry blonde was okay.

Sawyer would be damned if he let the poor girl get found by Chris Argent or his new hunting pals. They wouldn't let her get away if they did find her and Sawyer wasn't about to let the poor girl die. He promised to protect his friends and he was about to do just that.

AUTHORS NOTE

hi hey hello

I love Sawyer Bowen with my whole heart and he just deserves the world honestly. We still have a little bit left of episode one, but we'll be finishing that up while starting episode 2 next chapter! So I'm excited for that!