Caught in the Crossfire | Act Two
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THE WALLS of the hospital were something Blaze was getting used to and he started to hate it. He never understood why someone would want to work in one their entire life. It breeds pain and misery. Blaze would've avoided the hospital altogether if he could, but it appeared he was a man on a mission.

After his therapy session yesterday, which made him miss the attack at the school (which he was silently glad for), Dr. Pierce told him that he should always find answers to questions. Even if he didn't want them. Something about it might help him in more ways than he might know. Peace of mind or something along those lines.

"Mrs. Mccall." Blaze greeted the women at the front desk who looked surprised to see him but smiled neither less.

"Blaze, what a surprise. I don't need to check you in, do I? I've seen you here more than I like." Melissa stated, making the boy chuckle. He always liked Melissa, she was chill and was nothing like his parents. She reminded him of Emily in a way.

"No, actually I came to ask you something," Blaze said looking around not wanting anyone to find out what he was about to ask her.

Melissa narrowed her eyes at the boy but nodded anyway, "Okay."

"I don't know if you know this, but I'm adopted." Blaze blurted out as he leaned his arms against the desk.

"Your parents have always lived here and so have I. One minute they have a kid and the next they have a 10-year-old son. Of course, I do." Melissa nodded.

"They said they found me sitting at this hospital, someone had dropped me off but didn't stick around. I was wondering if you knew who he was?" Blaze hesitantly asked the older woman.

"You know, I don't think I was working that night. It was so long ago, I don't remember." Melissa frowned wishing she had better news to give him.

"I figured it would be a long shot." Blaze smiled tightly.

"Did your parents ever do a DNA test when they adopted you? Surely, they would have your records on who your biological family is?" Melissa asked the boy.

"I have no idea and I doubt they'd tell me." Blaze shrugged.

"Give me a minute." Melissa said as she sat down on the computer and typed in something Blaze looked around awkwardly and waited for her to finish, "Here it is. Blaze Anderson. You were brought on January 2nd, 2005, with smoke/fire inhalation. It says you had no memory of your past, only your name and age. You were found covered in smoke and ashes. Sounds like you were involved in a fire. Nothing about a man bringing you here. Weird, I figured there would be more here."

Blaze was quiet for a moment before thinking of something, "Do you guys keep security footage?"

Melissa knew exactly where he was going which made her eyes lighten up, " Yes, we do. Come here." She made sure no one was around knowing she probably shouldn't be doing this.

Blaze crossed his arms and tapped his foot on the ground trying to hide his anxiousness as Melissa pulled up the footage and fast-forwarded it towards the night, he was brought in. They sat there and watched it, but nothing seemed to appear until something caught Melissa's eye.

"Right there." She said zooming in on the footage of a man who appeared to be in his early 30s. He looked familiar but with the old footage, they couldn't exactly tell who he was. He seemed to be good at keeping his face away from the cameras.

"Jeez, I look like shit," Blaze muttered as he saw his younger self holding the man's hand with his jacket wrapped around him. He looked on the verge of passing out.

"I don't have a clear shot of him except for this which isn't doing much." Melissa sighed before her pager went off.

"Can you print this off before you leave" Blaze suddenly asked her, making her nod as she quickly printed it off, "Thank you for doing this, Mrs. Mcall."

"Please, I've known you for a while. Melissa is fine." The woman gave him a kind smile before she left to go save whoever, leaving Blaze with a picture of god knows who, and an idea on how to figure it out.

⸻

Blaze had no idea if he was even allowed to be going around trying to figure this stuff out, but he was lucky to be friends with two kids who happened to have parents in the fields that he just so happened needed, so he didn't care. Blaze walked into the police station, smiling at the officer who was the same man from the night before.

"Can you buzz me in? I need to speak to Mr. Stilinski. It's urgent." Blaze stated as the officer gave him an unpressed look.

"You're not going to fight him or anyone else, are you?" The officer asked him.

"I'll fight you if you don't let me in." Blaze stared at him before the door opened on its own and Stilinski looked at Blaze.

"Blaze, you're not here to confess a crime, I hope." The sheriff gave him a look as Blaze looked offended.

"Okay, why does everyone think I'm always up to no good? Don't answer that. I was hoping to speak with you, privately." Blaze side-eyed the officer as the Sheriff nodded.

"Yeah, sure. I was waiting for Stiles anyway. Come on." He said as he led Blaze to his office where he sat down but Blaze stayed standing up, "What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you could find someone for me. I only have a picture of them but no name or anything." Blaze shrugged as Stile's dad bit his lip for a moment.

"Is this about your real parents? I'm sure your parents could just tell you." Blaze scoffed at his words.

"I wouldn't trust my parents with my life, and I doubt they would tell me but not this isn't exactly about them. More like the man who found me and brought me to the hospital. Don't ask how I got it. Can you help?" Blaze stated.

"I can. I probably shouldn't but you're a stubborn one and I know you'll just have my son try and sneak into doing it." The sheriff held his hand out as Blaze smiled happily and handed him the photo which he took a picture of before sending it to his laptop.

"Is this the only photo you have of him?" The Sheriff asked as Blaze rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Yeah, he seemed to avoid the cameras like a plague. Didn't want anyone knowing he was there." Blaze said as he moved to stand behind the man who was waiting for the identification to show up.

The man's picture popped up with all of his information and the sight made Blaze's mouth drop and the Sheriff appear surprised, "What the fuck-" Blaze was cut off by the door opening as Stiles walked in with his hands full of takeout bags.

Blaze slapped the laptop shut as Stiles looked at them in confusion and suspicion wondering what they were doing, "What are you guys doing?" He asked them.

"Nothing. Thanks for the help, Stilinski. I should get going." Blaze coughed, giving the man a look hoping he wouldn't say anything to which he nodded.

"Why don't you stay? I know your parents are probably working late and I brought lots of extras." Stiles offered, giving him a pointed look. Okay so maybe Stiles was nosy but walking into his father's office and seeing the two of them looking at something on his father's laptop made him extremely curious.

"Um-" Blaze tried to find a way out of this but the Stilinski boy was not having it.

"With a murderer on the loose, I'd rather friend not be home alone, and besides you have a knack for trouble. We can keep an eye on you." Stiles smirked as he tapped the seat beside him.

"That's rich coming from you," Blaze grumbled as he sat down. He was not hungry and after finding out that information, He had other places he wanted to be.

"Oh, what the hell is this?" Stilinski asked with a disgusted look on his face as he eyed the burger in his hand.

"Veggie burger," Stiles stated as Blaze rolled his eyes. He may eat healthy, but those veggie burgers always tasted terrible. He could feel the man's disappointment from across the desk.

"Stiles, I asked for a hamburger." Stilinski scoffed.

"Well, the veggie is healthier. We're being healthy." Stiles smiled, holding his salad up, before giving Blaze a look, "You better eat that."

"Yes, your majesty." Blaze mocked as he stopped playing with his salad with the plastic fork.

"Oh, hell, why are trying to ruin my life.?" Stilinski grumbled as he opened the box of what was supposed to be fries instead of carrots and celery.

"I'm trying to extend life, okay? Can you just eat it, please? You think Blaze looks like that, eating hamburgers and French fries?" Stiles asked pointing at the boy who rolled his eyes.

" I'm not as healthy as you might think." Blaze shrugged as Stiles gave him a blank stare.

"You eat the salad and you, tell me what you found," Stiles told his dad who scoffed.

"No, I'm not sharing confidential police work with a teenager," Stilinski said as Stiles and Blaze looked behind him to see a murder board on the wall.

"Is that it on the board behind you?" Stiles asked him.

"I didn't even see that earlier," Blaze muttered as they both eyed the board in interest.

"Don't look at that," Stilinski told the boys.

"Alright." Stiles sat back in his seat but kept his eyes on the board.

"Avert your eyes," Stilinski stated. The three argued back and forth until Stilinski sighed, "Okay. Okay. Stop. Fine. I found something. Mechanic and the couple who were murdered. They all had something in common."

"All three?" Stiles and Blaze asked in unison.

"Yeah. You know what I always say. One's incident. Two's a coincidence."

"Three's a pattern." Stiles finished for him.

"The mechanic, the husband, the wife. All the same age. All 24." Stilinski told them as the boys shared a confused look.

"Well, what about Isaac's Dad's? He is not 24." Blaze wondered aloud.

"Which made me think that either A, Mr., Lahey's murder wasn't connected, or B, the ages were a coincidence until I found this, which would be C." Stilinski handed them a file which Stiles took and opened it, "Did you know that Isaac Lahey had a brother named Cameron?"

"He had a brother?" Blaze muttered in surprise.

"Died in combat." Stiles read the red bolded letters on the file.

"But if he were alive today, take one guess as to how old he would be today?" Stilinski asked them as they looked away from the file and towards the older man.

"24." They sighed. Blaze wondered if all police work was this interesting but now, he knew why Stiles had a love for it. His parents never talked about their work with him, not that he'd sit there and listened to it anyway.

"What if the same age, means the same class? Did you think of that?" Blaze stood up as they all moved in front of the board.

"Yeah. Well, I would've. I mean, look I just got Lahey's file 2 hours ago." Stilinski defended as Stiles gaped at his father in disbelief.

"Two hours? Dad, people could be dying!" Stiles exclaimed.

"Yeah, I'm aware of that. Thank you." Stilinski huffed as they went back to looking at the board.

"Same class..." Stiles muttered as he thought over Blaze's words before they hit them. Stilinski grabbed all the past school files to try and find out which school they went to together.

"Okay, this is it. Class of 2006. They all went to Beacon Hills." Stiles stated as Stilinski pointed at the file he was reading, "Including Isaac's brother."

"Okay, but so what if they all knew each other, you know? I mean, two of them were married." Blaze shrugged.

"Maybe they all just hung out," Stiles added to what Blaze was saying.

"Well, they could've had the same classes together. They could've-" Stilinski trailed off, making the boys confused.

"What?"

"Same teacher."

"Hariss."

"They were all in his class?"

"All four. And I don't know how Mr. Lahey fits in, but this, kid, this is a pattern." Stilinski stated.

"We need to figure out who else was in his class. Pass me the 2006 yearbook, Stiles." Blaze said as Stiles leaned. over and grabbed the book.

"These names. We need faces." Stilinski pointed at the names as he grabbed the phone and started to call someone, "If the killers not done killing..."

"Then one of them is next."

⸻

Pulling up into the school parking lot, Blaze saw Stiles and Scott arriving and getting out of the familiar blue Jeep. Blaze had no idea why Stiles kept that Jeep when it looked seconds away from breaking down. He hated driving in it and Stiles was one of the most careless people in the world when it came to survival, and he hated knowing his life was in the boy's hands while he was in there — which is why he prefers to drive his car.

"Hey, guy." Blaze greeted as Stiles and Scott smiled at him in return.

"Hey, you would've happened to have gotten tickets to that party, did you?" Scott asked him but before he answered they heard a voice from behind them.

"Hey. Do either of you guys know why no one's getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?" Matt asked Stiles and Scott, as Blaze seemed annoyed by the topic already. He didn't care about the other day as he wasn't there and how could you explain and suspend someone for the entire library falling apart?

"Just forget about it. Nobody got hurt." Stiles told him, not bothering to hide his annoyance or dislike for the guy.

"I had a concussion," Matt stated.

"Well, nobody got seriously hurt." Stiles resorted still not caring for his hurt feelings.

"I was in the ER for six hours." Matt frowned in annoyance as Scott and Blaze shared a look.

"Hey, do you want to know the truth, Matt? Your little bump on the head is about this high—" Stiles said, putting his hand an inch about the ground, showing how little, he cared about his feelings, "On our list of problems right now."

Blaze sighed as he stepped forward, "Are you okay?"

Scott couldn't help but scoff quietly at his words. Blaze had never shown to care about someone's feelings unless he was good friends with them— which isn't a lot of people so to see him asking the boy that question just seemed to bother him.

"Yeah, I'm fine now." Matt eyed Stiles before he looked at Scott, "So you didn't get any tickets last night either."

"Are they still selling?" Scott asked him.

"No, but I managed to find two online." Matt winked at Blaze who chuckled, making Stiles look at Scott whose eye twitched slightly wishing the boy would suddenly drop dead, "You should keep trying. Sounds like everyone's going to be there. See you around, Blaze."

"I don't like him." Scott and Stiles said in unison, making Blaze chuckle at the pair as they walked in the opposite direction of where Matt went.

"Hey, are you sure about this?" Stiles stopped Scott from walking.

"Last time, whoever's controlling Jackson had to kill somebody because he didn't finish the job so what do you think he's going to do this time?" Scott exclaimed.

"Be there to make sure it happens." Stiles sighed before they walked towards their morning lacrosse practice.

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The door slammed open, gathering everyone's attention towards Coach who walked out of his office, "Can anybody tell where the hell Jackson is and why he missed morning practice?"

"I thought I told you to keep an eye on him," Stiles told Scott in a hushed tone.

"Stilinski! Jackson?" Coach yelled expecting an answer from him since he was talking.

"Sorry, coach. I haven't seen him since the last time I saw him." Stiles said. Blaze could smell the dumb reply about to come from Stiles's mouth before he could even think let alone say it.

"Oh, and when was that?" Coach asked him.

"Last time I saw him, was the time I saw him last," Stiles said, making Scott look over at him and Blaze shake his head. There it was.

"Danny, tell Jackson no missing practice this close to the championships, okay?" Coach leaned down to talk to Danny who was sitting on the bench next to Blaze.

"Sure, coach." Danny nodded.

"That goes for all of you. I should be coaching college." Coach said as he walked back into his office and shut the door.

"Sorry, but I only got two myself," Danny said to Scott and Stiles who were previously asking him about tickets to the rave.

"Do you even have a date, yet?" Stiles asked him.

"I'm working on it," Danny grumbled.

"Okay, okay. Hear me out. You give us the tickets and you devote your life to abstinence." Stiles told him before Isaac appeared and grabbed him and Scott by the back of the shirts and yanked them away from Danny who got up and left.

"How do you two losers even survive?" Isaac asked in complete confusion as he looked between them.

"I ask myself the same question every day." Blaze nodded.

"What are we supposed to do? No one's even selling." Scott shrugged.

"Freshman-looking boys over there are." Blaze nodded towards the two boys holding a ticket making Isaac slap Stiles gently on the chest as he moved past them.

"Wait here, boys." He muttered as he followed the boys into the room they had just gone into.

"What is he gonna...." Stiles trailed off before he and Scott gasped at the loud crashes coming from the room," "Oh. Yep. That's excessive."

"That'll bruise." Blaze grimaced hearing the next few crashes.

"Wow. Okay." Stiles muttered.

Isaac walked back over and shoved the two tickets into the boy's chest before turning around and walking away "Enjoy the show."

"If he didn't piss me off so much, I definitely would fuck him." Blaze blurted out with a smile as he got up and left.

Scott gaped at him in disbelief as he looked at Stiles who gave him a comforting smile mixed with a grimace, knowing Blaze seemed to be into everyone else except the one who was hopelessly in love with him.

⸻

"Ketamine?" Scott questioned his boss as he stood around the vet with Stiles and Blaze.

"It's the same stuff we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage." Deaton said, placing the medicine and the needle on the table for Scott, " If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time."

"Killing him and hiding the evidence would be so much easier," Blaze muttered to Stiles who subtly nodded his head.

"This is some of what you'll use to create the barrier. This part is for you, Stiles. Only you." Deaton said putting the jar of mountain ash on the table.

"Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure. Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure-filled task for me? Like digging up a grave?" Stiles asked looking at Blaze who grinned.

"It's from the mountain ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with ash wood, making it difficult for someone like Scott and Blaze to cause me any trouble." Deaton smiled.

"Okay, so then what? I just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?" Stiles questioned.

"They'll be trapped." Deaton nodded.

"Doesn't sound too hard." Blaze shrugged, as Scott nodded.

"Not all there is. Think of it like gunpowder. It's just powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark, Stiles." Deaton explained to him.

"If you mean, light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that." Stiles said uncomfortable making Deaton chuckle silently and Scott looked concerned, clearly taking those words literally as well.

"Can you give these two idiots a different analogy?" Blaze gave them a look as they looked insulted by his words.

"I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish." Deaton expressed.

"Force of will." Stiles smiled tightly.

"Hey. If this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it." Deaton told him, as Blaze felt a shiver go up his spine. Scott's boss would never freak him out. He was as scary as Victoria Argent.

Stiles nodded before he inhaled and smiled, making Blaze silently chuckle for no reason. There were the try-hard kids who "tried too hard" to be funny but then there were the kids who did it unintentionally. Stiles was one of those people who are hilarious with whatever they do.

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Blaze walked down the stairs, dressed in his usual tank top and jeans attire when he ran into his parents who weren't happy with him. But that was their usual attire.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ian asked his son who was looking for his car keys.

"I'm going to Lydia's to study." Blaze lied through his teeth. Usually that lie would've worked if his parents weren't motoring all of his life now—which he didn't know about.

"That's funny because we called Lydia and she told us, you guys had no plans tonight. You think we don't know about that little underground club tonight?" Ian said as Blaze's shoulders slumped and rolled his eyes.

"And how exactly would you know about that and why are you calling Lydia?" Blaze asked them in annoyance.

"So, you would've tried lying to us about where you've been. I understand you're going through a hard time, but we have gone too easy on your Blaze. The sneaking around, late nights, the restraining order! Do you know what we had to do to make sure they didn't send you to a Juvenile detention center?" Amelia walked into the foyer and stood beside her father.

"You mean, how much money you had to pay that off? It's like you're loaded. Chill out." Blaze rolled his eyes, "And going easy on me? Wow, you're such great parents."

"I am so sick and tired of your attitude, Blaze. You think you can do what you want when you want and treat everything around you like their nothing. You're grounded and you're not going out." Amelia said angrily.

Blaze stared at her for a minute. He used to care about being grounded and getting in trouble until one day he just stopped taking them seriously and started doing what he wanted. He knows he shouldn't because they are his parents but every time, they try to make him do something, it just pisses him off and then he'll disobey them just to piss them off more than they pissed him off.

"Fine. Whatever." Blaze sighed, walking past them and back up into his room, ignoring his parents' surprised looks but not saying anything anyway.

Grabbing his phone, he texted Allison to come pick him up knowing damn well he wasn't about to miss an epic rave and fight. He would've texted Stiles but then again, he didn't trust him or his Jeep.

He waited until Allison showed up, before he opened his window, and looked outside before climbing out of his window and jumping onto the back porch roof and jumping into the grass. His typical routine when it came to sneaking out.

He saw the brunette's car and quickly ran over and climbed into the passenger seat. Allison started driving away from his house before his parents could figure out that he had snuck out— again.

"Is Matt already there?" Allison asked the boy knowing they were going to the rave together.

"Yeah, he texted me earlier. I'll just meet him there. You look more nervous than Stiles did with his task. You alright?" Blaze asked the girl whose heart was racing, he felt like he could hear it.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine." Allison lied through her teeth which made Blaze raise an eyebrow at her, making her sigh, "I told my dad about Jackson going to the party. Ugh, I shouldn't have but people were dying, and he was on my case about everything and-"

"Allison, Ally. It's okay. It's fine. I would've told him too." Blaze resisted her seeing how anxious she was about everything going on.

"Really?" Alison asked him in surprise.

"Yeah, your family seems like a lot of pressure and Jackson is out of control, I get we can try and save him, but we could probably save a lot more people before we could help him. I mean look at us. We're going to a rave filled with people to try and take him down. I can already see it falling apart." Blaze sighed in defeat.

"What? Do you guys have a plan? My dad plans on capturing Jackson tonight at the party." Allison's eyes widened as Blaze cursed under his breath.

"Capture or kill?" Blaze asked her.

"Capture. He and my grandfather are capturing him." Allison stated.

"Didn't Kate tell you the same thing? Like hell, Gerald would let Jackson just be captured." Blaze said as Allison started to freak out.

"Oh, my god. I think you're right. My dad made me leave before the meeting was even finished. I'm going to be the reason Jackson is killed and Scott is going to hate me, and God Lydia-" Allison's hands started to shake feeling overwhelmed about everything that was happening.

"Allison-"

"We have to tell Scott. We have to warn him." Allison shook her head.

"There's nothing we can do now. Listen, I know Jackson is an asshole and I would love to see his head on a stick, and I get he's still just a teenager but it's either him, an abusive dickhead I might add, or multiple other innocent people. I think you did the right thing telling your dad. Scott thinks he can save everyone, but he needs to wake up and realize this is the real world and we can't always save everyone." Blaze exclaimed to the brunette.

"He would tell us, that we can try." Allison blurted out as Blaze laughed knowing that's exactly what he would say.

"Maybe but we're 16 years old, you 17. He's a newbie werewolf with a hero complex and you're dad's a trained hunter with this kind of experience. We don't have a real plan and I already saw this night falling apart. Let it just fall." Blaze shrugged shamelessly.

"It's going to fall apart." Allison sighed as she parked her car in the parking lot where they saw Matt waiting.

"Hey, guys." Matt greeted them as they walked up to him.

"Hey, sorry. I'm late. My parents are being parents. For once." Blaze muttered the last part to himself.

"It's alright. You guys want to head inside?" Matt asked as they all nodded before making their way instead of the underground club which was already filled with people.

"This looks great." Blaze smiled as they walked through the crowd, almost getting lost from each other which made Matt hold onto Blaze's wrist and Blaze held Allison's a hand not wanting to lose each other in the crowd.

Blaze looked down at the hand on his worst and couldn't help but think of the night at the club when he was being dragged through the club and felt uncomfortable by Matt's hand on his wrist.

"Oh god," Allison muttered under her breath seeing Scott leaning against the wall watching them.

"I'll be here for backup if you need it," Blaze reassured Allison who smiled tightly and walked over to the boy.

"Back up for what?" Matt asked them in confusion.

"Um, nothing. Ex problems. You know?" Blaze said not taking his eyes off the pair who began to argue. He wanted to hear them, and he suddenly did wish those werewolf powers would start working any minute.

He kept his eyes on them as he tried to focus on them but all he heard was the music blaring through his ears. He closed his eyes and tried to block out the music which soon enough began to drown out and Allison and Scott's voices were heard.

"This isn't going to work." Blaze heard Scott say.

"What do you want me to do? Okay, I can fix it. Please, please, Scott. Just tell me." Allison pleaded not wanting him to hate her.

"Just stay out of the way," Scott told her as he went to leave.

"Scott!"

"Just stay out of the way!" Scott snapped at her angrily, which made Blaze angry as he left Matt's side and walked, I've got Scott who was walking in his direction.

"Yo, Scott." Blaze pressed a hand to the man's chest to stop him from walking.

"Can this wait?" Scott asked still frustrated as he tried to walk around him but was pushed back by Blaze making him stare at him in surprise.

"I get you're frustrated but other people are scared, Scott. People are dying." Blaze stated making Scott narrow his eyes at him.

"You knew about Gerald and her dad?" Scott stared at him in disbelief.

"Of course, I did. She told me because she's scared and you're running around once again trying to save people, but it always just ends up with someone innocent getting killed because you don't think anything through." Blaze says.

"I don't think things through. We made this plan together! This entire plan was thought through and she's ruining it!" Scott snapped back at him angrily.

"Maybe if you told her about the plan, she wouldn't have been so scared about innocent people dying, she ran to her family who's been on her ass for weeks and you knew that! You're always running to do what you think is best and that's exactly why everyone ends up dead!" Blaze yelled back at him. Thankfully the music was loud enough to block out their words.

"You're so okay with everyone dying yet you still seem to be on my ass about me trying to save people. I can't save everybody Blaze but at least I'm trying to save people. You just bitch and whine whenever nothing goes, your way, and then you run away when you don't want to deal with "our problems". Why don't you go back to your date, That's the only reason you're here anyway. Like you told me, Blaze. Stiles is doing more." Scott yelled back at him before he shoved past him and left a surprised Blaze behind.

Blaze felt anger pulsing through his veins and the sound of Matt's voice asked to make it worse, "Hey, you alright? That looked pretty heated?" Matt placed a hand on his shoulder to which he shrugged off.

"I'm fine. I need a minute." Blaze said walking away before he finished his sentence. He pushed his way through the crowd, not caring about the plan as he found the exit and walked out, not knowing about the werewolf/hunter fight going on.

Blaze yelled when he felt a pain in his shoulder once he turned the corner, making him grab it.

"Blaze!" Derek yelled as Chris's eyes widened, seeing he had accidentally shot the boy.

"Fuck." Blaze cried out as he fell to the ground, feeling the pain push through his shoulder. Every movement and every breath he took, made the pain worse.

"Are you okay?" Argent crouched down beside him, ignoring the fight going on behind him. Derek wanted to run over but couldn't with the tasers he was shot with.

Blaze took a deep breath, and closed his eyes, "Can this night get any worse?"

"Hold pressure on the wound. I'll call an ambulance." Chris said ready to grab his phone.

"Oh, piss off, Argent. I'll heal but I'm sure you already know that." Blaze said as Argent looked down at him for a moment. The only confirmation he needed was that Blaze Anderson was indeed a werewolf.

Blaze knew if he was anyone else, then he would've been killed by the hunter already, "You saved me." He blurted out as he tried to control his breathing.

Chris didn't say anything as he looked at the boy who spoke again, "That night. You found me in the woods and took me to the hospital." Blaze breathed out looking at the same man that appeared on the sheriff's laptop.

"Get out of here, Blaze." That is all he said before he got up and left.

Derek ran over to the boy, having heard what he had said but didn't mention it, "I'm going to take the bullet out but you're going to need to heal yourself."

"Not exactly good at it," Blaze grunted before he yelled when Derek pulled the bullet from his shoulder, eyes glowing before he helped him sit up.

"Fuck, getting shot hurts," Blaze grumbled before Derek took his arm and held it in his own. Blaze watched in fascination as he felt some of the pain disappear and replaced itself in Derek who didn't seem to be bothered by it.

"2005. That's when your family died right?" Blaze muttered to Derek who glanced up at him and nodded, "I had smoke inhalation when I was brought into the hospital in 2005. Around the same time your family died. Like I was in a fire."

Derek didn't say anything for a moment, "I feel like I know you, Blaze but I can't ever remember meeting you."

"I was found in the woods with no memory of anything but my name. Is there a chance..." Blaze trailed off from spilling the thoughts that had been consuming his mind since he talked to Melissa at the hospital.

"I don't know." Derek sighed, both boys seeming to forget about the plan as they talked about the chance of knowing each other, "You're getting closer, I see."

Blaze looked down at his arm which was covered in blood but no wound, making him smile slightly.

"Alright, let's go. We need to find the others." Derek stood up, holding a handout to Blaze to look at it for a minute before taking his help and standing up.

"If they're not dead yet," Blaze said before they took off towards the doors again to try and find any familiar faces which they saw Stiles standing by his Jeep as people were leaving.

"Hey! Um... so we kind of lost Jackson inside, but it's..." Stiles said hesitantly as Derek and Blaze's eyes widened and their heads snapped to him before Blaze scoffed.

"Plan to fall apart! And it had nothing to do with the Argents. Why am I always right?" Blaze wondered as Isaac and Erica tried to leave but couldn't do with the mountain ash barrier.

"Oh, my god! It's working. Oh, this is.. yes. I did something!" Stiles started to freak out, smiling happily at the thought of doing his task.

"And these two might die. Good job, Stilinski." Blaze high-fives Stiles who wouldn't help but chuckle at his words.

Suddenly the sound of a howl was heard, making Blaze and Derek share a worried look, already knowing who it was, "Scott?" They said in unison.

"What?" Stiles asked in confusion.

"Break it," Blaze told Stiles.

"What? No way." Stiles scoffed, not wanting to break his hard break and risk Jackson getting away.

"Scott's dying!" Derek yelled at him, making Stiles's face drop.

"Okay, what? How do you know that?"

"Oh my God, Stiles, I just know! Break it!" Blaze yelled at him in frustration and worry for Scott who was in there alone.

Derek and Blaze ran inside the moment Stiles broke the sand and ran towards where they could hear Scott and his heartbeat. The flashing lights were making it hard for them to see but they pushed through and ran into the room where Scott was laying on the ground.

"Scott!" Blaze ran to his side as Derek was attacked by Allison's mother. He ignored them as he gently shook Scott, praying that he was alive, "Scott! Scott, come on. Wake up. Derek!"

Victoria pushed Derek off her before she left leaving the werewolves to pick up Scott's unconscious body and drag him out of the building.

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Guilt ate at Blaze as he stood beside the table watching as Deaton patched up Scott who was passed out on it. Hearing Scott's pain and seeing his state in that room made him want to kill Victoria Argent himself but he didn't want to leave Scott's side. Scott stirred but didn't wake up,

"This is not you're fault," Derek said tiredly, sensing the guilt flowing off the boy.

"If I hadn't had that stupid fight with him, I wouldn't have left, leaving him alone to almost be killed. God knows how long or what she was doing to him before we showed up." Blaze said quietly, placing a hand on Scott's bicep and moving his thumb gently.

"It was bound to happen. They always wanted him dead. I doubt he'd blame you." Derek muttered to him but Blaze didn't say anything back as they watched Scott at the table.

"Don't tell him I was here," Blaze spoke up before he turned around and left the clinic.

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