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cracked-pean · 4 years ago

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Not Knowing Pt.2

Characters: Derek Hale, Female! Reader, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Peter Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Kate Argent (mentioned), Deaton (mentioned)

Word Count: 5,086

Warnings: Buried Alive, Panic Attack, Angst, Fluff Ending, Torture/Punishments (mentioned)

Part 1

Masterlist

A/N: This is part 2 and final part to ‘Not Knowing’ As i mentioned in part 1 this one took a whole mind of its own. But one scene from two shows inspired this to happen. One from ‘Criminal Minds’ and the other from ‘Leverage’ I hope y’all enjoyed it. Let me know what y’all thought about. Again sorry about any errors and missing warnings (please let me know if i missed any so i can tag them)

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The pack stood around the living room, still in shock at the information that Kate had given them. Her terms were, they had to agree on letting her go if they wanted to get the location where their friend was at. Kate had seemed truthful enough the pack had to take what they were given. The wolves decided to go by foot, since they'd be faster and Lydia and Stiles went in her car. Once they were on the road Stiles stared at the piece of paper with the number that Kate had given them. She had said that that's how they'd get their proof if [Y/N] was alive or not.

Lydia noticed his hesitation and placed a hand on his that was holding the slip of paper, “I know. But we have to do it. We have to bring her home,” she paused. “Even if we’re too late.”

[Y/N] had started to come to from an odd sound ringing loudly by her ears. Her head was throbbing and the sound wasn’t helping. The movements on her eyes made her head pound more so [Y/N] decided for her head to calm down a bit before trying them again. The floor felt different. It wasn't concrete like it normally was. This was rough, but smooth. She tried opening her eyes again but realized that wherever she was, was just dark with no such thing as a light source. She leaned forward a bit to get up but instantly regretted it as her head made contact with something hard. [Y/N] lifted her arms instead slowly this time but came in contact with the hard object just a few inches above her.

Trying to figure out what was happening and where she was, the ringing sound from earlier had come on again. She felt around and patted her body and found a small object in one of her jean’s pockets. A phone. It was a small silver flip phone and the small screen glowed a random number. Flipping it open, the call was answered.

"H-hello?" she shakingly spoke.

"[Y/N]? [Y/N] is that you?" the voice said quickly.

[Y/N] was so confused but answered anyway. "Yeah, who is this? What do you want?"

Wherever she was at didn't seem to have much room for her. The small phone produced enough light for her to shine around. Then she paused at the reply the voice gave.

"Oh my God. [Y/N] it's Stiles, we're coming to get you," Stiles? Get her? We who? Where the hell even was she.

With the close proximity she was in, she was still able to hear the phone while shining the light around. Wood. This was all wood. Was she in a box. They had trapped her in a box this time. Great. She tried kicking it open with her feet, but she was too compacted, there wasn't enough room to get a good enough momentum to do much damage.

"Hey, are you still there? What's that sound?" Stiles’ voice rang out from the phone again.

She groaned and let her head drop back against the wooden floor.

"They locked me in a wooden box. I can't get out, it's too small."

There were some mumbles on the other end of the line, but she couldn't quite make out what they were saying. Until there was a sigh and the voice was directed back to her.

"Ok [Y/N] don't panic. You're going to be just fine. We're on our way to get you."

"Stiles do you know where am I? I don't even know where I am and I'm in a box," she let out a hard kick and a bit of dirt was let in through the cracks.

"What the hell?" She whispered but Stiles was able to hear it.

"Um, ok. There's no easy way to say this but don't freak ok," there was a small pause. "Kate buried you underground."

[Y/N] froze as she was about to give out another kick. Buried? She was buried? The small box, the dirt, the wood. Oh my god.

She was in a coffin.

Her heart began to race and her breathing started to come out in small gasps. She felt like she was about to pass out, but she pushed that thought away. The phone slipped out of her grasp and fell beside her head as she gripped her hair in her hands.

No, no, no. This cannot be happening to her. Not this. Anything but this.

"-[Y/N]. Focus on my voice. [Y/N], c'mon [Y/N/N]."

Fortunately, the call didn't end and Stiles tried to get her attention back on him.

"S-stiles. I-i can't br-eath." She gasped in every word she spoke.

Stiles glanced at Lydia in the driver seat with wide eyes as her grip tightened around the steering wheel. The banshee stepped on the gas a little more, keeping focus on the road. Lydia couldn’t afford to lose it while behind the wheel. If something were to happen to them, then what good would that do in finding and helping [Y/N]. Stiles was starting to panic himself but he tried to push it down and focus on trying to get his friend to calm down.

"[Y/N], I need you to close your eyes and take in a deep breath and let it out when I tell you to, ok."

"I c-can't."

"Yes, you can. I'm right here with you. I'm not going anywhere. Scott and the others are on foot, they'll be there before you know it. But I need you to calm down for me ok?"

[Y/N] closed her eyes and placed her right hand over her heart to try and slow it down a bit.

"Ok."

Stiles let out a small sigh and reassured Lydia that everything was ok.

"Alright breathe in," he heard an intake and waited a few seconds before continuing, "breathe out," and then there was an exhale. This went out for a few minutes till [Y/N] told him she was ok for the time being.

It was quiet on [Y/N]'s end but Stiles let her know he was still there and he knew she was too by the sound of her breathing.

Derek was taking the lead. The others were behind him close by, but he was slightly faster than them. It could have been the alpha spark in him, or the anger that he was feeling towards Kate and her men. Whatever it was, he was glad it was giving him strength to keep pushing towards the girl.

He was lost in thought when he took in a familiar scent.

"Stop." He motioned the others to hold their position.

"You smell that?"

Scott was confused but took a whiff of the air around him as did the other wolves.

Peter broke the silence, "It's faint, but it's her. It's [Y/N]."

Derek gave him a nod.

"We must be getting close to her" Commented Isaac.

They concentrated on her scent to decide what direction they should head in next.

"This way. Let's go," Derek motioned them to follow.

The further in the woods they got, the stronger her scent got. They had thought this was a win for them. They were so close to saving her. Having her near them again. That is until they got to the clearing.

"What the hell?" Erica gasped.

It was an open field with a bunch of freshly dug up holes. Each pile had a shovel stacked on top with a piece of clothing belonging to their friend attached to the handles. Her scent was everywhere. No wonder it was so strong.

"How are we supposed to know which one she's in now?" Boyd questioned.

Derek rubbed a hand across his forehead and let out a frustrated sigh. Knowing Kate, he knew she wouldn’t have made it so easy to rescue [Y/N].

"Scott, call Lydia,"

There was ringing coming from Lydia's phone in the cup holder indicating she was getting a call. Lydia gave him the go ahead to answer it since she was driving.

He put the call on speaker and held it in between the both of them.

“We're here. Did you get a hold of her yet?” Scott's voice rang through the car.

“Yeah we did, she's fine for now,” Lydia assured him.

There was a sigh of relief on the other end.

“Ok that's good but we have another problem now. The field we're at is surrounded by a bunch of piles of dirt with her scent at each one. We don't know which one she's at.”

“Stiles,” it was Peter. “Tell her to make some kind of noise if she can. We might be able to hear her if she's not too far below.”

Stiles mumbled an ok and returned to his call with [Y/N], "Hey [Y/N/N], the others are at the field where you are. I don't know how far below you are, but can you make some sort of sound for them to hear you?"

"Y-yeah. I can-n try."

"Ok, as loud as you can [Y/N]."

She set the phone beside her head and balled her hands into fist and began to bang the roof of the coffin. The dirt was starting to make way in through the cracks more. Her bare feet started to ache as kicked with them as well, she's sure there were some blood stains at the end now.

Peter handed back the phone to Scott and told him to keep the line open.

The wolves split up and walked around the piles and concentrated on listening for any sound that would let them know which one their friend was trapped in.

"Stiles I can't do it anymore," [Y/N] spoke through her end slightly out of breath.

"Just a little longer [Y/N/N], we're so close," Stiles reassured her.

Lydia's grip on the wheel began to tighten more if that was possible. She took her phone out of Stiles’ grip and spoke.

"Scott anything? I don't think she can hold out much longer."

Scott sighed, "We're trying but I think she's too far down."

She glanced at Stiles, knowing that he heard his best friend.

Derek was about to pull the plug and tell them to dig up every patch there was. He would not stop till they found her. Dead or alive.

"Guys, over here. I think I've got her."

Everyone turned to Erica's call. They hadn't realized how big the patches extended to. Erica was at the other end of the field and kneeled down closer to the pile of dirt she was at.

Right at that moment, Lydia's car pulled up to the field.

"Oh my god," Lydia breathed out. It looked like a scene straight out of a horror movie. God, she really hoped there weren’t any other bodies below those piles. The two jumped out of the car and ran straight towards where the others seemed to be heading.

"[Y/N], another sound I think we’ve got you," Stiles spoke into the phone as he ran.

[Y/N] sighed. She was sweaty and out of breath from all that banging, plus the oxygen was slipping past her quickly from all her movements in the coffin. Not to mention, small dirt piles had begun to form on and around her from dirt that had fallen through the cracks. Closing her eyes, [Y/N] pictured all her friends laughing and having fun. Their smiles shining brightly, a small memory flashing before her with each one, trying to muster up what little strength she had left in her to give it another go. Until a certain one’s made her heart skip a beat. Derek.

If what Kate had said was true about [Y/N] being Derek’s weakness, then Derek was [Y/N]’s as well. She couldn’t recall when the exact moment she realized her feelings towards the Alpha had blossomed, but they were real. Her heart would race a little when she caught sight of him, her stomach did backflips when he would make contact with her skin whether it be in passing or while training. Her breath would hitch slightly when he would suddenly appear in the room or beside her. Every feeling you could think of, she had felt. [Y/N] hadn’t tried to hide her feelings but she hadn’t tried to make them known either, they were just there. And if the pack had caught a whiff of them, they didn’t mention them to her.

[Y/N] scrunched up her eyebrows and gathered up the little strength she had left. C’mon [Y/N], you can do it. Derek taught us to fight till our last dying breath, and that’s what you’re going to do.

She began to punch and kick harder this time, trying to make as much noise as she could. The last kick she made was too hard. It caused a board at the end by her feet to loosen and break, letting dirt completely cover her below the knees.

“Fuck, that’s not good,” she muttered.

The others above ground arrived just as Erica was able to confirm that she was able to hear banging below the pile. Derek grabbed the shovel from the pile and began to dig. Boyd jumped in with one of the surrounding shovels and quickly began to help the Alpha.

“Stiles, a board broke and more dirt fell through. I can’t anymore,” Her voice came out softly through the phone as small tears began to well up in her eyes.

“It’s ok [Y/N], just hold on a bit longer. We’re digging you up right now,” the boy ran a hand along his forehead as he gripped the phone tightly in the other.

“I’m so tired.” With that [Y/N]’s eyes closed.

Stiles’ eyes widened, “No, no, no. C’mon stay awake. [Y/N]?” But there was no reply from her end. “Guys, I think she passed out.”

Derek pushed even more, every breath he took he shoved the shovel even deeper, trying to get enough out of the grave. Suddenly, the tool made contact with something hard. Derek called out, “I GOT HER!”

He tossed the shovel aside and kneeled down on the wooden box as he quickly began to brush the dirt away. He tried looking for some sort of handle to open it but there was none, it was all nailed down. With no other choice he balled up his fist and let it fall through the box. His eyes glowed as he began to tear away wooden boards determined to reach her, and there she was. Her hair was all tangled and scattered around her face. She had black smudges from the sweat and dirt coming together. Derek made a big enough gap and carefully began to pull up [Y/N]’s body through. Peter and Scott reached down and helped pull her above ground onto the grass. Lydia kneeled down beside her, brushing away the girl’s face and dusting off some dirt from her face. [Y/N]’s skin was a bit cold compared to the others.

“There’s a blanket in the backseat of my car,” Lydia said to no one specific but Isaac ran to get it.

“She’s still alive, she’s ok. Just passed out,” Peter informed them.

Derek was still in the grave, it reached up to his waist while standing on top of the box, he had his head hung low as he leaned on the grass for support. He focused his hearing on just her and sighed in relief. [Y/N] was still breathing, it was faint but began to regulate itself as she breathed in more of the open air, and her heart was steady as well. The fear of almost losing her was a terrible feeling for him. God. He understood what Kate had meant now. It was the not knowing. Not knowing if he and the others would make it to her in time. Not knowing if she was alive or not. Not knowing if he would ever get to see her again, her smile, hear her laugh at some joke one of the pack members had told her, feel her hugs. The not knowing was truly the worst.

“[Y/N]? Can you hear me?” Lydia gently spoke to her. [Y/N] had begun to stir and grumble in her place. The others gathered closer but still left enough space for her to not feel suffocated. [Y/N]’s eyes fluttered open and saw spots of black and red. She blinked a few times to adjust her eyesight and the black and red spots could now be recognized as the night sky and Lydia’s red hair. I’m alive? She made a move to sit up and Lydia slowly helped her, right then Isaac appeared with the blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

“Ow, that hurt,” she mumbled as she brought a hand to her head and leaned against the girl’s chest.

“Yeah, you have quite a bump on the back of your head,” Lydia mentioned.

[Y/N] looked around but her body went stiff. Those eyes. Oh god, she wasn’t safe. This was all a trick. She looked back at the others and their eyes had changed. She began to scoot away from them. No this can’t be happening.

“[Y/N], hey what’s the matter?” Scott asked as he neared her.

“No, no. Get away from me,” her voice was soft and shaky, but filled with fear.

Their eyes were glowing. These weren’t her friends. It was Kate and her men.

Everyone was met with confusion and worry. She had been fine literally a second ago. The wolves could smell fear radiate off her. But there was nothing around for her to be scared off. These were her friends, they would never harm her, never in their wildest dreams.

Derek quickly glanced up at her and noticed her eyes shifting between everyone and trying to create far enough distance from everyone. He slowly jumped out of the grave and made small movements towards not wanting to frighten her even more.

“[Y/N], it’s us. You know us, we're your friends, we’re not going to hurt you.”

Someone had spoken but [Y/N] couldn’t hear them. Kate and her men had traumatized her too much to be able to recognize her friends anymore. All the people around her, their eyes were just like theirs when they would come in her room and punish her.

Lydia and Stiles just stared at her. When [Y/N] had come to she was fine, but as soon as she saw everyone else she tried to get away from them. Stiles glanced at his friends and cursed. All their eyes were glowing, none were their normal eye color. None looked human to her, except his and Lydia’s.

“Lydia, Kate must have done something to her. She doesn’t recognize the others, but she does us,” he pointed out to her and the redhead instantly understood. The two spoke amongst each other and then split ways. Lydia walked towards the others and gathered them together while Stiles carefully walked towards the girl curled up in herself on the floor mumbling softly.

“Hey,” he gently spoke and placed a hand to her shoulder. The action caused her to jump a little and look up. Her eyes met light brown ones and something clicked in her.

“Stiles?”

He gave her a small smile and nodded, “Yeah, it’s me. You ok?”

The others noticed her voice change and saw she didn’t move away from him. This relaxed them a little and returned their focus back to Lydia.

“T-they were here. Kate and them, they were here,” her eyes made to move around him but Stiles quickly stopped the motion.

“[Y/N], you’re safe now. They’re gone now. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“No, no. I saw them. I saw their eyes,” she muttered out.

This caused Stiles to sigh sadly. He had hoped his and Lydia’s suspicion to be wrong be it wasn’t. “That wasn’t them, that was the pack. Our Friends.”

[Y/N] made another move to look behind him but was stopped again. What was going on? Why wouldn’t Stiles let her see the others.

“But you can’t see them just yet. I need to listen to me very closely.” [Y/N] looked at him closely but complied.

“I’m not sure what exactly Kate did, but I’m pretty sure she made you fear us. Well, the wolves more specifically. See, when you woke up Lydia was with you and you were fine. But, once you saw the others you panicked.” [Y/N] looked down at the grass between them and thought about it as he spoke. “That’s because their eyes weren’t their human color. Its what’s causing you to freak out. Notice how you’re not backing away from me?” She glazed back up at him and nodded. Stiles grinned, “That’s because I’m not a werewolf. I can’t change my eyes like they can.”

[Y/N] thought back on what had happened to her in the time she spent away from the others in that cold, isolated room.

“She hardly ever came to see me,” Lydia and the others were now focusing on the two on the grass floor. Listening in on their conversation. “She always had her men do her work for her. They were horrible, Stiles. They would punish me for the hell of it. They’d starve me, hunt me,” she couldn’t hold back the tears as they ran down her stained cheeks. “Cut me. But, they were always shifted. Claws, teeth, eyes, everything.” A deep growl came from behind them but she didn’t worry about it too much. She understood it was her friends and that they were listening. But that didn’t mean she didn’t slightly tense up when hearing it.

“I know it’s gonna be hard for you to see them face to face, so I have an idea. Only if you’re up for it,” Stiles offered. [Y/N] nodded. She was willing to do anything. She had spent too much time away from them already and she wanted to be near them again. No matter how long it took, she wanted her family back.

Stiles nodded and began to shift their bodies together, never once letting her lose eye contact with him. He had made them switch places of a sort, making it this time for Donnie to have her back towards the others and Stiles facing her and them at the same time.

“I’m going to ask each of them to come over to us, but you won’t be looking at them. You’ll only be able to focus on their voice and touch. Your eyes will deceive you, but your ears won’t. You know it’s our pack here with us now so trust me. Trust yourself.” [Y/N] closed her eyes and let out a small breath, once opened she gave him a slight nod.

Stiles gave Lydia a nod and she began to send one member at a time.

The first one over was Erica. The blonde began to run towards her best friend and came to a stop just before reaching her and walked slowly towards [Y/N]. Erica wasn’t sure what to say so she said the first thing that would make [Y/N] believe it was truly her.

“Hi Wonder Woman,” Erica’s voice came out in a whisper as she placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder but [Y/N] was able to hear it.

She chuckled and placed her own over the one on her right, “Hi Batwoman.”

That was how each played out. One by one each member made themselves known to her whether it be a nickname or a “Glad your back” but Donnie was able to recognize each voice to each name. Then it was down to one person left.

Derek was scared. Of course [Y/N] was going to recognize him, but Derek feared that Kate might have done something to her to fear Derek in a different matter other than his shifted eyes. Kate had taken [Y/N] to hurt Him. Kate had made [Y/N] fear his pack to hurt Him. All that she had done to her was to hurt Derek and he was wary of what he could find out when he made his presence known to her.

Peter was just finishing up and Lydia turned to the young Hale. He was pacing slightly behind her and rubbing his hands together. She understood what was going through his head and made his way over to him.

“Hey, you’re up,” Derek paused and looked at her. Lydia’s eyes softened and gave his arm a small squeeze. “You’ll be ok. Just take a deep breath and walk on over there. She remembered the others, she’ll remember you,” she gave him a small smile and stepped aside for him. With that, Derek took a shaky step forward and began to walk towards her.

Stiles was talking quietly to her to calm her nerves and quieted down once he noticed the Alpha behind her. Stiles gave him a nod to go ahead.

“Hi, [Y/N],” he had placed a hand on her shoulder, but had also kneeled down behind her.

[Y/N]’s eyes widened. That voice. That one specific had taken the air out of her lungs. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she heard it. The voice didn’t have to say much more than her name for her to be able to distinguish who it belonged to.

“D-d-derek?”

The voice let out a deep rumble before speaking again, “Yeah [Y/N/N], it’s me. You’re safe now.”

She looked at Stiles with hope in her eyes. She wanted him to help her confirm it was him. She could hear him and could feel his hand on her, but it all seemed too good to be true. But once that smile appeared on Stiles’ face the tears fell upon her cheeks and she turned to embrace the male behind her.

The motion came at Derek with such a force, he was pushed down to his bottom as he quickly wrapped his arms around her too. All the emotions he had bottled up for the past three months of not knowing her whereabouts came pouring out in that one hug towards her. He had tears in his eyes as well and hid his face in her neck as she hid hers in his chest. He took in her scent, took in her heartbeat and just focused everything onto her. Finally having her in his arms where she belonged. [Y/N] was shaking as she cried. The fear of all those months finally catching up to her. She kept mumbling apologies while Derek just held her and commenting she was safe and that they weren’t going to harm her anymore. After her tears had reduced to sniffles, she made a move to remove her head out of his chest to look at him, but Derek noticed and stopped her.

“No, don’t look. Just listen to my voice. I’m right here with you,” he soothed her. One arm was wrapped around her waist as the other brushed her hair, calming her.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I wish I could look at them,” she squeezed him again. “I wish I could look at you.”

“Don’t apologize, this wasn’t your fault. All that matters is that you're here safe with us. With me,” he placed a kiss on top of her head.

After a few minutes had passed, [Y/N] had begun to doze off in the warmth of his arms. Derek glanced down at her and finally took her in fully. Her hair was all knotted and scattered across her face. Her cheeks had dark smudges with tear stains on them. Her clothes were all dirty and torn in random places. Derek was pissed at the way Kate and her men had treated and left her. He noticed her feet near his thighs as she was curled up on him. They were all scarred, scabbed and bloody. His eyes glowed red and could feel them do so. He made sure [Y/N]’s head stayed hidden in his chest in case she accidentally made eye contact with him.

“I’m going to ride with Stiles and Lydia over to Deaton’s so he could check on her. The rest should head on home,” Derek announced as he got up with [Y/N] in his arms, carrying her bridal style.

The others didn’t argue but came towards the two to bid them a goodbye before walking over to the trees to head on home. But they were all going to Derek’s loft to stay the night.

Derek walked over to the car and made himself and [Y/N] comfortable in the backseat, with her body laid out while her head laid in Derek’s lap. He had gotten a water bottle and damped a small area on the corner of the blanket to wipe away some of the dirt on her face. Shortly after, [Y/N]’s eyes fluttered open and she saw him looking out the window waiting for the other two to join him. She was able to see the scruff along his jaw, his brows creasing together and those beautiful hazel-green eyes. For the first time she was able to truly see him as him and not one of Kate’s men and fear for her life as she did with them, but as the man she had fallen in love with and felt the warmth and safety in being around him. [Y/N] noticed one of his hands on her stomach and the other in her hair. She intertwined hers with his which caused him to look down at her and noticed her eyes were focused on them.

“You have to keep your eyes closed [Y/N],” he reminded her.

“But I’ve already looked at you,” she tilted her head up towards him. “And I’m still here.”

“W-wha, but I t-tho-” [Y/N] grinned at his stammering.

“I guess it’s only when you guys’ eyes are shifted. Might need some time working up to them, but I’m ok when they’re normal.”

Derek grinned down at her and brought up her hand to his lips. “You should rest, we’ll be at Deaton’s soon.” She hummed and dozed off.

Shortly after Lydia and Stiles made it into the car and noticed the two in the backseat. Their hands intertwined and placed on [Y/N]’s stomach. Derek had his head leaned against the window with a faint smile on his face. Stiles couldn’t help it but took a quick picture of the two.

“He’s gonna kill you for that you know,” Lydia sang.

Stiles scoffed, “He’ll also thank me. Now drive.”

Lydia laughed as she drove out the clearing and towards the road.

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