#this is fifteen year-old theo in the hallway of his summer boarding school

[mattodore]

memory holes litter my mind, blotting out years. i don’t follow the rabbit down them.

[stilessdylanobae-ddixonlove]

Some of us are Human - The Country Club and Lydia’s Lake House (Chapter 15)

Author: what_the_hell_is_a_stiles826

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate/Hale, Theo Raeken, Derek Hale, Melissa McCall, Blaze, Jessica Eastman, Braeden, Rhiannon King, Issac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Hayden Romero, Yeta Vanderness, Alan Deaton and Reader.

Summary: When another local goes missing, everyone is back on high alert. Deaton helps with the next part of the plan to stop the Jinn while Blaze and Jessica have their final sacrifice. Then the missing is randomly reported to be home safe after all, so the Pack takes a much needed break to enjoy their Fourth of July at Theo’s Country Club. Only, Jessica compelled the reporter to say what she wanted and no one has any idea it was false news. 

Note: First of all, I’m sorry this chapter took me so long. To be honest, I was struggling with it a bit and almost scrapped it a couple of times. I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go with it (knowing my ultimate goal) I just couldn’t figure out how to get there. But here it is, I’m sorry if it sucks. Not really. 

Warning: Cursing, Violence, Fluff. 

Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen

“That’s all it says?” Scott asked his tired voiced mother over the phone as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Just that she was severely dehydrated, had body shakes, very sensitive to light and sound. Her mother swore she was seeing things and that there was more going on but the doctor ruled it as drug withdrawal.” Melissa explained as she walked down the hospital hallway to return the file she’d been explicitly reading.

“Alright, well I gotta get back to class. Thanks, Mom.” Scott replied into his phone in the middle of Stanford’s large and busy hallway. He hung up with a sigh, figuring Stiles and Y/n’s hunch to be correct about Jessica being in the hospital during her transition. Then he remembered something else they’d said, something about Holly. He pulled his phone back out and redialed his mom’s cellphone.“Hey, I just remembered something else. Can you look up Holly Newman’s file? She had to have been treated there.” He asked desperately, leaving the hallway and giving up on school for the day to head home after a not so good feeling arose in his stomach.

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You woke up in your own bed for the first time in weeks. You didn’t have class today and took full advantage of sleeping in. You rolled over and rubbed your fists into your sleepy eyes, then reached to your right and felt the cold and empty sheets that Stiles would normally inhabit. The loneliness pressed on your heart for a few moments before you finally drifted back into a light sleep.

The clock read 12:02 p.m.

Your eyes barely fluttered open as you heard him sneak inside your room and felt him slowly climb in bed next to you. You snuggled your back up to his chest, happy he was done for the day. Somehow between the two of you, you were still managing to pass every subject. Even with everything going on back in Beacon Hills. It’d been quiet since Blaze disappeared, even the Jinn hadn’t made a recent appearance. You worried about what that really meant though.

“Morning.” You mumbled, still half asleep. Stiles pulled you in closer and smiled.

“Good afternoon.” He corrected you. It’d been another late night of homework and plotting before you both finally crashed. The plan was to meet up with Theo, then Deaton today and decide on your next move. Theo has taken comfort in a more local Country Club that he himself had purchased and you all were invited into later. It seemed like the perfect chance at a summer get away, for the time being anyways.

~A Few Days Ago~

During the events at Motel 66, Blaze had his own agenda. It’s why he needed you all distracted and miles and miles away. He’d finally gotten Jessica back to herself, after he lost count of how many blood bags she sucked down in an impressive amount of time. Then they initiated on finding their final sacrifice.

The Jinn, busy keeping all of you occupied that night wasn’t an option to help them anymore. It was up to Jessica and Blaze to find this final sacrifice and get it done and over with. They happened upon Yeta Vanderness, a local girl that was obsessed with dance. She’d been home schooled after the seventh grade and took multiple dance classes in the mean time. And now, she was in Jessica’s sights. Young, strong and alone on her way to Ballet class, Jessica followed her, using her vampire speed and heightened senses while remaining all too quiet. Yeta never suspected a thing. 

Jessica grabbed her once she arrived at the studio and dragged her back to Blaze’s cabin.

~Present Time~

They were back at the Old Mill in a specifically small room, the walls covered in blackened boards and the floor scattered with ash. Yeta sat alone, tied up to the one pipe left standing, near the door. She could feel the ash sticking to her sandals and creating a gray dust underneath her pants. The air smelled of faint smoke and burned wood and plaster from the once sturdy walls. She had each arm draped around the large pipe, that strung from the ceiling and her hands tied together tight. She looked around, hardly remembering how she ended up here.

“Hello?” Yeta's voice cracked, it echoing down the empty hallway. She coughed up some dust and ash, her throat slightly burning. She tapped her metal ring that sat on her left thumb against the pipe, trying to make enough sound to locate help. “Hello!” She repeated a little louder.

Nothing.

Down that hall and into the open, darkened factory floor stood Blaze and Jessica preparing for their final sacrifice and how she’d bring Holly back to them. Blaze read over the spell in his hand me down spell book a dozen times, while Jessica prepared the buckets for her part. This final sacrifice would be the most important yet, giving Blaze all the power he needed. He had to prepare for that as well, knowing the timing of the kill along with the gathering of her strength and the draining of Jessica’s blood had to be done absolutely perfectly.

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Meanwhile Stiles laid flat on his back, buried in blankets on your couch with his legs sprawled out and his feet nearly hanging over the edge as you had the left side of your body draped over top of his and the remaining half sinking in between the cushions. He ran his fingers down your soft, y/h/c hair and placed his free hand on your back. You wanted everyday to be like this; you never felt safer. You took in a long, deep breath, relaxing every muscle in your body against Stiles, closing your eyes. He flipped through the channels on your flat screen, stopping at the sound of a news channel reporting another missing girl.

“Yeta Vanderness, twenty years old and from Beacon Hills, California never returned home after ballet lessons a few mornings ago. If you see someone matching her description, we ask you to please call your local police department immediately.”

Then you opened your eyes as it all came flooding back. Jessica, Blaze, the Jinn and all their sacrifices. It’s not that you’d all given up. Derek and Braedon had continued searching with no leads as their relationship inevitably ignited with another spark during the tough case. Peter and Argent continued searching on their own terms as well, while Scott had missed even more school than you trying to find anything that might help. Anything that might stop this. 

But now, someone else was missing. You had to save this one, you had to stop it.

“I think we should go find Lydia and Theo now.” Stiles spoke up. You slowly sat up, nodding in agreement.

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Scott marched into Derek’s apartment that afternoon after seeing the news himself. Malia was at Lydia’s family’s lake house with her and Theo, waiting and keeping an eye on things. Specifically Theo, whom she still did not trust. They needed a secluded place that everyone could meet and decide their next move together. Somewhere safer than Scott’s house and unknown to Blaze. Scott shuffled inside and pulled the large sliding door closed behind him.

“Derek!” Scott hollered as he turned. The tall werewolf came around the corner, topless and clearly with company. Scott cleared his throat awkwardly in realization. “It’s happening, they took someone else.” He explained. Derek scrunched his face, beyond frustrated by the difficulties of finding this one man. This one man who was a Witch and clearly knew how to cover his scent.

“What do you want me to do, Scott?” Derek threw his hands down. Braeden entered the room, tossing her hair up into a loose bun and walking to the fridge. “I’ve been trying to find the bastard for days.” He concluded.

“Well, we can’t just let her die.” Scott added. Braeden removed the orange juice from the fridge and poured herself a small glass.

“Maybe we need to try something different.” She joined in between sips.

“What do you mean?” Derek asked, curious about his lover’s advice on things. Scott shifted to face her.

“Maybe instead of trying to catch his scent or Jessica’s scent we should just think about where they might go. We checked the cabin, once. Maybe they’re there now. Or is there anywhere else you can think of that he might of taken her? Somewhere he’s gone before?” Braeden brainstormed as she leaned over the counter top with her juice. Derek scratched smiled at her, impressed and then he made eye contact with Scott.

“The Mill.” Scott added enthusiastically. 

“I’ve checked there too.” Derek quickly replied.

“Okay, but now he’s found his final sacrifice. It’s where he took Y/n. We have to look again.” Scott pleaded, knowing he’d go alone if he had to. Derek sighed, glancing Braeden’s way before crossing his arms in thought.

“Alright.” He agreed. “What the hell does that place mean to him anyway? Why there?” Derek thought out loud. Scott thought a moment.

“I just figured it was abandoned and easily accessed.” Scott shrugged.

“Witches go to a place of meaning to them to harvest power. If he keeps going back there, it has to mean something to him.” Derek explained. Scott furrowed his brow and reached for his phone in his pocket.

“Head to Lydia’s lake house, both of you. Theo is there with something that could help us. I’m going to go talk to Deaton about it and then I���ll meet you there.” Scott told them. His phone vibrated in his hands and as he raised it up to see who texted him, Derek had another question.

“What about Stiles and Y/n?” Derek asked of your involvement.

“They’re on their way there already.” Scott showed off the text message he just received from his best friend before heading out to the Animal Clinic. Now that they had a piece of Theo’s revived soul, they needed to know how to use it. He planned to figure that out as soon as possible.

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“What’s wrong?” Stiles asked you. You turned to him in the moving, bouncy Jeep as you both made your way to Lydia’s lake house.

“What?” You questioned. He noticed how oddly quiet you’d been, staring out the window nearly the entire car ride. “Nothing.” You shook your head.

“Well, something’s on your mind.” Stiles noted. You sighed dramatically.

“I don’t know, it’s just this whole thing. We keep trying to save these people...” You trailed off.

“I know.” Stiles understood.

“It does feel like the Darach all over again. I keep hearing Cora’s voice saying ‘All you really do is find the bodies’ over and over in my head.” You lowered your head. Stiles reached over and placed his hand on top of your thigh. You looked up at him and slightly grinned, placing your hand on top of his.You took comfort in his touch the rest of the way, knowing it was time for action and to stop feeling sorry for yourself. The radio went to commercial and Stiles reached over to turn the volume down. But then you heard her name. “Wait, turn that back up.” You said.

“We are happy to report that Yeta Vanderness has been found alive and well as of a couple of hours ago. She was away with a friend and returned home to her family safe and sound.”

You turned to your boyfriend, who pressed his lips together in relief. You smiled at him, feeling much better about seeing your friends and sharing the good news. 

News that you still had time.

After pulling into the driveway of Lydia’s lake house, you took a deep breath as you once again stared at the beauty of it. Every brick, every board perfectly in place with beautiful flower bushes and an endless line of trees surrounding it. Across the large and winding driveway was the boat shed, right on the glistening lake. Stiles turned to you and smiled, taking it all in with you.

“Shall we?” He asked kindly. You smiled and hopped out of the Jeep. He came around and grabbed your hand in his and walked you up the stone path. Stiles hadn’t been here in quite some time. He stared at the lake as he walked with you. He watched it crash into the dock when a large and speedy boat created a decent wake. It's been since Stiles and Lydia were still together and she just wanted to get away for a weekend. Despite how things were now, it was a good memory that Stiles still held close. “I’m glad her family didn’t sell this place.” Stiles admitted, turning back to you. You softly grinned as you slowly opened the front door after a small and short knock. It was enough to catch some of the rooms attention.

Inside smelled like freshly baked cookies and something with pumpkin, it reminded you of Fall. You noticed the lit up wax warmer on the coffee table, creating that delicious smelling aroma. The pearly white carpet felt unbelievably soft under your feet and you immediately understood why Stiles said what he said. This house felt safe, warm and comfortable.

Lydia, dressed in heels and a peach colored, knee length dress, looking as gorgeous as ever was seen sifting through the crowd with drinks in hand before she stopped in front of Parrish, who uncomfortably stood in the corner of the very large living room. Liam smiled and waved at you from across the room where he stood next to Hayden, who was lost in conversation with Malia. Derek sat rubbing his hands together on the sofa when Braeden grabbed his hand in hers and smiled at him, calming those forever nerves.

“Hey guys, about time.” Issac spoke as he appeared before the two of you. He handed you a glass of wine and gestured towards the kitchen you could barely see into. “Food’s in there. Uh Stiles, want a drink?” He asked, mainly out of respect for you. Your boyfriend shook his head while looking around at the room full of your laughing, slightly buzzed friends.

“Sure, thanks. What is this?” He asked. Issac turned back to you to answer Stiles’s question.

“Uh, well the girl was found. Safe. I don’t know if you heard-“ He started off.

“We heard. On the way here.” You corrected.

“Yeah, so Lydia decided to order in dinner and make some drinks. Everyone seemed pretty into it, we could all use some down time.” He shrugged.

“Hmm.” Stiles licked his lips. “Where’s Scott?”

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Deaton stood in the Animal Clinic in his familiar white lab coat, washing off some surgical instruments at the sink while Scott stood across from him, behind the examining table with his arms crossed. 

“What if I told you, we got a piece of Theo’s revived soul. What would you say?” He asked his boss. Deaton spun around, wiping his hands dry with a towel. 

“I’d say I’m impressed you got that far.” He shrugged. Scott deadpanned him, knowing he had to have some more helpful information.

“What would we do next?” He asked, letting his arms fall to then rest his palms on the counter behind him. Deaton threw the towel next to the sink, thinking about his answer. 

“You’ve already risked so much-” Deaton began.

“Please, this is important.” Scott interjected. 

“It always is, I’m afraid.” Deaton replied with a sigh. After a short pause, Deaton looked to the floor in shame. “Well, first you’ll need a Hunter.” Scott furrowed his brow, unclear where this was going and growing a little concerned. 

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Stiles rinsed out his and yours wine glasses at the sink in Lydia’s kitchen. You smiled at him as you wiped down the counters and scraped off dirty plates of food into the garbage. Lydia came around the corner with more empty glasses. Everyone else had left to go to the Country Club with Theo.

“Oh, uh. You guys don’t have to help clean up, it’s fine.” Lydia awkwardly told you. You smiled at her, finishing off your duties by placing the remaining dishes in your hand into the dishwasher. The three of you were then distracted by the front door opening and closing.

It was Scott.

“There you are.” Stiles noted.

“Hey, guys.” He greeted you. “Malia already filled me in on Yeta.” He informed you all, after you’d already opened your mouth to tell him everything. “Where is everyone though?” You pressed your lips together in silence. “I told Derek and Braeden to come here.” Scott questioned his friends.

“They did. And then they went to the Country Club with everyone else. Theo invited all of us, but we wanted to wait for you.” You explained. Scott nodded.

“Wait, he doesn’t have the-“ Scott scrunched his face in concern.

“Don’t worry.” Lydia pulled the glowing syringe from her bag on the coat rack. “I’ve got it.” She concluded, shoving it back into her purse. He nodded. “So, what did Deaton tell you?” She asked him. Scott took a deep breath. It hadn’t quite sunk into his own brain yet. He needed more time.

“He’s looking into things.” He lied. “Let’s go have some fun at the Club. We deserve it.” He harshly swallowed.

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You stretched your legs out in front of you, against the padded lounge chair. It was dark now, but scattered twinkly lights above the tables and bar kept things well lit. You watched Malia and Scott in the pool. They splashed and hung on each other, the glow from the pool light igniting their kicking legs below the water. You noticed Liam ordering more food at a nearby covered table with Hayden and Issac.

“I’m here!” You heard a familiar voice shout behind you. Issac stood and smiled. You quickly turned to see Rhiannon in her beach sandals and two piece approach the tall blonde and greet him with an enormous kiss on the mouth, throwing her hands behind his head. You grinned at the sight of your friends finally enjoying themselves.

“Last one in has to order me food!” Rhiannon yelled as she ran for the pool, diving into it and pushing water over Scott’s shoulders. Issac laughed at her, covering his face. He quickly followed, while Liam stayed and stuffed his face full of more free chips.

“Nice one, Rhi!” You teased as she plunged out of the water, pushing her wet hair down. She jolted your way, not knowing you were near.

“Y/n! Hey! Get in.” She asked you, pushing her bottom lip out as far as it could go when a stream of bright light appeared above you all in the sky and let off a loud boom.

Fireworks.

It only made sense. It was the Fourth of July, after all. You’d almost forgotten. The sky was illuminated by bright colors and everyone was looking up, totally distracted by them. Stiles finally returned from the bar with your drinks. He kicked off his flip flops and sat behind you. You cradled yourself in between his legs and happily accepted the fruity beverage he handed you. “Just in time for fireworks.” You turned a little to kiss him on the cheek before taking a sip. “I feel a little bad though.” You admitted, looking up to Stiles and placing your forehead against the bottom of his chin. He rested into you and placed his drink on the table to your right. 

“I know. But Y/n, we’re in college. Having a night like this here and there is like a rite of passage.” He squeezed you against him, tighter and forcing a smile onto your face. 

“It won’t take long for Blaze to take someone else.” You mentioned. Stiles sighed loudly, his breath gently blowing against your baby hairs.

“And we’ll go after him.” He confirmed. You both watched the night sky light up in blues and reds. The occasional waiter would come around to refill your drinks as the two of you remained snuggled up together.

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“It worked!” Jessica paraded back into the factory, overwhelmed with joy that her plan to compel the local news anchorwoman to say whatever she wanted went so smoothly. She plopped down in the window sill, absorbing the moonlight. “It’s been so long since I’ve been able to do that.” She sighed, happily as she watched Blaze move Yeta into a metal chair in the center of the factory floor and tighten her bonds. 

“So they think she’s home safe?” Blaze asked for confirmation as he watched Yeta shed a tear from her tired, red eyes.

“Yep.” Jessica replied, hopping down from the window and proceeding to her chair that sat directly across from Yeta’s. 

You’re insane.” Yeta snapped as another tear escaped.

“Well, that’s not very nice.” Jessica laughed. “Tell me, do you have any siblings?” She asked the frightened girl, as Blaze placed the empty buckets on each side of her. “I’ll take your pouty face as a yes. Wouldn’t you do anything for them?” She set her arms out to rest at her sides, her forearms face up. “What if one of them died?” She squinted her eyes at the final sacrifice across from her.

“Enough.” Blaze hollered. “Let’s do this.” He turned to Yeta, ready to drain the life from her. Ready to bring back Holly. Ready for it all. 

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Back at the Country Club you watched the final mortar explode across the dark sky above you and your friends. Stiles had grown hungry and disappeared somewhere near the bar to order food. The pool sat empty while everyone who previously occupied it had gone to change. You noticed Scott exit the men’s bathroom and rub a towel through his damp black hair. He looked over to you and smiled, then headed your way. You scooted over and he sat down to join you. 

“Hey.” He said, simply. 

“Where’s Malia?” You smiled. 

“Full moon.” He gestured up. “She just needed a break.” You looked to the bright, perfectly round moon having no clue that tonight was also a full moon. Malia had come a long way, but she was still the most effected by it. 

“She alright?” You asked. 

“She’s fine. Told me to stay, actually demanded it.” He shrugged. You giggled. “Where’s Stiles?” He asked, finally noticing his absence. 

“Food.” You giggled some more. 

“Ah.” Scott replied with a smirk. A few moments passed, and the Club began to clear out. You reached for your cellphone, reading the time to be 10:46 p.m. You’d in fact been laying low all day.

“You know I feel kind of bad.” You sighed, shoving your phone back in the cushion of the lounge chair. “Taking a beat like this, not looking for Blaze.” You added. He nodded, placing his forearms against his thighs and leaning forward. 

“Yeah, me too.” Scott nodded. “He’ll find someone else.” He turned to you. “I hate waiting for that to happen.” You bit your lip in frustration. “But I think this is a good thing, maybe we needed to step back so we can come up with something better. I don’t know.” He sighed again. You nodded in agreement. 

“Do you believe he can actually bring Holly back?” You gulped. “That something like that is actually possible?” You questioned your Alpha.

“I don’t know what I believe.” He answered honestly. “Kind of makes you wonder, doesn’t it?” He turned back to face you.

“What?” You tilted your head in wonder.

“If it is possible.” Scott licked his lips in thought. “The people we’ve lost...” He trailed off. His words sent a shock directly to your heart, realizing what he was referring to. You scrunched your face in worry and then let your expression lighten at the thought of seeing your best friend again; of seeing Allison again. You swallowed the pain in your throat, trying to shove the thought out of your mind. “It’s not like I would ever try. Hurt people to get her back.” He let out a breath, rubbing his hands together awkwardly.  

“I know, Scott. I know.” You said, placing your hand on his shoulder to comfort his guilt.

“I guess I just feel guilty for even thinking it.” He shrugged. You wanted to tell him it was okay and he wasn’t a bad person for thinking about it. He loved her, and love does crazy things to people. But then his phone rang, interrupting the moment entirely. “Hey, Mom.” He answered her call. 

Melissa-Good, you’re still awake. 

Scott-What did you find? 

Melissa-Well, it’s not good.

Scott-What is it?

Melissa-The reason that Holly Newman was admitted into the hospital that day...

Scott-She was attacked in the woods right?

Melissa-*sigh* Yeah. At first they thought it was another mountain lion. But Scott...

Scott-What? What was it then?

Melissa- A wolf. It was a wolf.

You noticed his frightened expression. Scott immediately feared that maybe Holly, Blaze, all of it was more connected to your world than you all thought. Which only made Blaze’s intentions that more terrifying. Was it a wolf? Or was it a werewolf? 

“What is it, Scott?” You asked as he turned to you. 

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Thanks for reading! Again, I apologize it took me so long. 

What’s the next step towards paralyzing the Jinn? Is what happened to Holly related to the Pack? 

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