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Nearly

" Stiles, come on, over here!" Scott roared, jumping down a cliff's edge to a ledge not to far below. Stiles was standing at the top of the cliff, looking horrified. "Dude. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones. I'm not jumping off a cliff. " Scott rolled his eyes and muttered something. Stiles bent down, trying to hear him, and suddenly felt himself rolling through the air towards Scott. When Scott caught him, he looked up and saw a grinning Malia, her eyes glowing blue. Stiles turned to Scott and punched him. All he got out of that was a few broken fingers. Scott put his hands up and laughed. " Hey, she just saved your life man." He pointed to where Stiles had been standing. The place was now covered in Chupacabras, blood frothing at their mouths. Stiles looked on, horrified, as they ripped apart the mountain lion who had been following the small group. " Come on, let's go find the others" said Malia, dragging Stiles away. He barely noticed when his two friends dragged him down the cliff side. All he could think about was those teeth tearing the flesh, ripping at the skin, sucking at the blood. Malia turned to him when they reached Beacon Hills High School.  "Hey. It's ok. We can help them. We can help all of them." Stiles quickly smiled and then turned to Scott with a serious face. " We can't let them hit Beacon Hills. We need to get the pack back together. All the pack." Scott knew Stiles meant Isaac and Ethan. "Okay, okay. I'll give them a call." Stiles turned to Malia. "I'll, eh, catch you later" Malia nodded and slipped away. Stiles set off for his jeep, and turned to see Scott wiping away his tears. Stiles smiled sympathetically and muttered to himself " We need to do something. Anything. It's awful, seeing him like this." Stiles carried on to the jeep, walking in silence, saving a few glances back at his friend, who was looking at his phone intently. When he reached the jeep, Stiles turned on his phone. He dialled the number that for a short while, had been imprinted on his brain. "Malia? Call Lydia. We're going to Mexico."

"Stiles, I love you, but why, did I let you drag me here, AGAIN? Last time, I was nearly tortured, you nearly died, Scott was turned into a Berserker, Kira nearly died, Kate was hunted, Derek died, and Braeden got hurt. Scott was tortured and he nearly died. And we were ALL kidnapped." complained Lydia. Stiles rolled his eyes and sighed "I told you. We're not going to La Iglesia again, we're going to the desert to get Kira. Now it was Lydia's turn to roll her eyes. " So the skinwalkers are just going to, you know, take pity on her love sick boyfriend and let the crazy electric fox go? Typical..." Stiles gripped the steering wheel tighter, until his knuckles were white. Maria looked at him, and laughed.  Stiles smirked and turned to address Lydia. " One word you used lots in that sentence, was nearly. You were nearly tortured. Everyone nearly died. But the thing is, you weren't and we all survived, so hopefully we'll be just as lucky this time!" Lydia slumped back against the seat, defeated. Stiles suddenly went silent, and Lydia looked up. "What is it? Are we...?" Stiles let go of the steering wheel and turned off the engine. "Yes. We're here."