𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙀
ミ★ ( seven deadly sins, act two ) ★彡

After Scott had come running back to Stiles and Lucy, they continued looking around the woods until they found the coyote den that they assumed Malia Tate was living in. They found clothing that she wore in the last photo that was taken of her, along with her other belongings. They quickly realised that they had to leave as Malia wouldn't come back to the den after they had invaded her home and their scent would be all over everything. They then had to find out where she would go next and called it a night seeing as they'd get nowhere and Malia was most likely in the wind again.

Lucy sighed as she sat in class the next day, Stiles had managed to convince her to actually go considering she went through all the trouble to get herself enrolled so she could be closer to everyone, but she never actually went to class—instead, only showing up when everyone was at lunch to just hang out or join in when things were getting exciting. She always argued that she was millions of years old and didn't need school, that she knew everything already, but he managed to convince her that he would need her by his side in case something went wrong.

She watched intently as Stiles stood up in front of the class to read, her hearing picking up on his short breaths and his elevated heartbeat. He was beginning to freak out, which wasn't a good sign.

Lucy stood up cautiously, as did Scott, "Stiles? Are you okay?" She asked. He stumbled slightly against the small podium, his grip barely steadying him. Within a second, Lucy was by his side, dragging him out of the classroom, claiming she was taking him to the nurse's office, glaring at anyone who was sending him weird looks.

She took him to the locker room where he ran straight towards the mirror, telling himself it was just a dream and to wake up. "Stiles, no it's not. This is real. You're here. You're here with me." She said reassuringly, she placed a hand onto his shoulder. "Okay, what do you do to tell if you're not dreaming?" She began to get worried, she knew she couldn't do much to help Stiles get out of his panic attack, and that he needed to get out of it himself by proving it to himself that he was awake and it wasn't some silly dream.

"Your fingers..." He panted. "You count your fingers. You have extra fingers in your dreams." He told her.

Lucy then held up both her hands in the mirror. "How many do I have?" She asked, Stiles didn't look up however, keeping his eye level low. "Hey!" She yelled out to try and snap him out of it. "Look at me. Come on, Stiles. Look at my hands and out count with me."

She began to hold up a finger and Stiles began to count all the way until they got up to ten fingers. Stiles' heavy breathing stopped as soon as he realised he wasn't dreaming and he slumped against the wall, sliding down the wall. "What the hell is happening to me?"

"I don't know. But you're going to be okay. You all will." She reassured him. "I know I'm not exactly the best at helping, but I'm going to try. For you. I'm going to help you, help Malia. I'll help Scott be able to transform again, I'll help Allison with her dead aunt and I'll help you with everything that's going on with you." She promised him.

"How are you going to help?" He asked her, still out of breath.

"I don't know, but I'm going to try for you, because you're my friend." She said ignoring the small weight off of her chest being lifted when she said the word friend, she had been holding it in for months now and it felt good for Stiles to hear the same thing. Lucy tried to help him up off of the ground. She then heard commotion coming from the other locker room where Scott was. "We have to go, I think there's something going on with Scott."

They then found out that Malia had come into the school and had chased down the new girl, Kira, who was trying to return their bags to them after they had run out of class. Scott has managed to scare Malia away but Stiles realised what she might have been looking for; her toy that they had taken from the crash sight.

The group ended up leaving and going to the clinic so Deaton could help them catch Malia. "Xylazine. It's a tranquilliser for horses. For a werecoyote, expect it to work within seconds. I only have three. So whoever's shooting, needs to be a damn good shot." The druid informed.

"Allison's a perfect shot." Scott said with confidence.

"She used to be." Isaac corrected.

"She can do it." Scott persisted.

"If we can even find the thing." Isaac added once again.

"Okay, what is the point of him?" Stiles asked. "Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity and the scarf? What's up with the scarf anyway? It's sixty five degrees out."

Lucy snorted. "It's a pretty ugly scarf, you've got better ones. The colour is washing you out, sweetie." Stiles held out a fist for her to bump, which she gladly did.

Isaac crossed his arms in annoyance. "Look, maybe I'm asking a question no one here wants to ask. How do we turn a coyote back into a girl, when she hasn't been a girl for eight years?"

Scott sighed and looked up from the table. "I can do it." He said.

"You can?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah, remember the night that Peter trapped us in the school? In the gym, he was able to make me turn using just his voice. Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery." Scott told his friend.

"This is a werecoyote, Scott." Lucy reminded him.

"Who knows if it'll even work, if you can find someone who can teach you." Deaton added.

Stiles then realised. "That's why you called Derek first." At the mention of Derek's name, Lucy's head snapped up.

"You called Derek?" She asked. "What did he say?Did he say when he would be back?" She questioned Scott, ignoring the confused look she got from Stiles about her interest in the werewolf.

Scott sighed. "He didn't answer. I could try it on my own, but right now I'm too scared to even change into just a werewolf."

"We need a real alpha." Stiles sighed.

"That's shady to say." Lucy snorted as Scott looked up at Stiles in disbelief.

"You know what I mean. An alpha who can do alpha things." Stiles defended himself. "An alpha that can get it going, get it... up."

"You're digging yourself a deeper hole, Stiles. Stop talking." Lucy sang.

"Great. I'm an alpha with performance issues." Scott grumbled to himself.

"It's okay, Scott, it happens to most men as they get older. It's nothing to be ashamed about." Lucifer winked at him and he groaned knowing she was enjoying this way too much, "Happens to one in five."

"Is there anyone else other than Derek who could help?" Deaton asked the group.

"I wouldn't trust Peter." Isaac chimed in again.

"Maybe the twins?" Stiles suggested.

"They're not alphas anymore." Deaton informed them. "After what Jennifer did—almost killing them? It broke that part of them."

"But what if they know how to do it?" Stiles asked.

"Nobody's seen them for weeks." The true alpha said.

"Well, actually, that's not totally true." Stiles informed.

The day after, the group all arrived to the edge of the reserve, the air was tense as they were about to go and help save Malia. Each of the teenagers having their doubts about themselves, wondering if they'll be able to save Malia with their own issues going on.

"Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good?" Lydia asked.

"Compared to the list of things I've done in my lifetime, this is one of the better things." Lucy commented as she strolled over towards the group, taking a sip of her coke. "Besides, we're trying to keep a father from accidentally killing his own daughter. Stuff like that weighs on your conscience."

"Actually, we're trying to keep a guy from killing a coyote who is actually his daughter, who we don't know how to change from a coyote back to his daughter." Isaac said and Lucy turned to glare at him.

"Keep talking and I'll smack you into next week." She growled, to which Isaac nodded and closed his mouth.

Scott turned to Allison. "Did you bring it?" He asked her and she nodded, opening the car trunk and pulling out the large dart gun.

"Oh, fun." Lucy commented at the sight of it. The group then heard gunshots coming from the distance and Scott took off on his motorbike towards it and Isaac and Allison ran into the other direction also. Stiles immediately called his dad asking what was going on.

"It took the doll again? What the hell is so important about this doll?" Stiles questioned.

"I don't know, but listen to me. There are traps all over the woods. Near the trails. Probably near the car crash. And Tate is out there with a rifle. I want you to stay out of those woods. You got that?" Noah Stilinski told his son, Lucy rolled her eyes in annoyance knowing damn well they weren't staying out of the woods.

"It's the doll." Stiles realised and hung up the phone. Lydia and Lucy gave him a strange look. "It's the doll? Why would it go all the way to the school and then all the way back to the house just for a doll?" Stiles asked. "One that was in the car wreck in the first place. We didn't find it in the coyote den."

"It likes the doll. Who cares?" Lucy asked as Lydia paced behind her.

"It likes the doll a lot." He commented.

"What kind of doll is it?" Lydia asked.

"I don't know. It's a doll, you know. It's got little arms, a big baby head and dead, soulless eyes that match Lucy's." Stiles described and Lucy kicked him slightly. "Actually, I took a pic." He said pulling out his phone and showed Lydia the photo, pointing out the jacket and the scarf they found in the den.

Lydia then pointed out how Malia wasn't holding the doll, but her sister was. The doll wasn't Malia's, it was her sister's. "I know where she's going." He realised. Malia was just trying to return the doll to the crash site as it was practically used like flowers on a grave and they stole the doll.

They began following after Stiles, Lucy having to stop and hold her head, hearing the loud scream coming from Isaac. He was hurt. Badly. "Go after him." Stiles told her and Lucy nodded, disappearing towards Isaac and Allison.

She ran towards them as Scott let out a loud howl, the sound causing her to gasp in delight hearing such power, she then watched as Isaac's eyes flowed yellow and he let out a loud yell, the strength helping him pull apart the trap and setting him free. "Looks like you didn't need me after all." She laughed slightly.

The group then successfully returned Malia to her father and went home with a lightness to them. They did something good today.

Lucy sat on Stiles bed waiting for him to come back from dropping off Malia, drinking another coke. He walked into the room, taking off his jacket, he sighed. "That's like your fifth one today." He pointed out.

"What are you trying to say?" She questioned, cocking her head to the side, taking another sip.

"That's not healthy." He said to her.

"I don't care. I like coke." She said to him. "Powder and liquid form." She winked.

The boy sighed, he wanted to know what her interest in Derek was all about. "And you apparently like Derek also."

The devil shrugged. "I like what I like and if you don't like it then you have bad taste. Sorry, I don't make the rules." She defended. She wouldn't go as far as saying that she liked Derek, but she would admit that she was attracted to him. "Derek is hot, dad did great with him."

Stiles sighed. "I don't even know where I'm going with this. I'm not even sure that I want to know, to be honest with you." He said to her, which she winked and took another sip of her coke in response.