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After driving around for half the night, I head to the station I was not ready to let Jordan go, I love him, and he needs to know that I will not leave him. I walk in and hesitantly head towards the cell they keep in the other room, knowing he must be in there. I round the corner to see him sitting on the bench, head in his hands. He lifts his head to the sound of my footsteps, sadness flashes through his eyes. "Noelle, go home. You can't be here." I grab the bars of the cell, looking him in the eyes, shaking my head,"I'm not going anywhere. Look, I know that you're scared that you will hurt me, but I can't do this. I can't go on without you, I love you so much, and the thought of not being with me hurts me more than you ever could. And I know that you won't hurt me." He lets out a sigh, standing up and walking up to me. He grabs the cell, his hands just above mine, leaning closer to me. "How do you know that?" I let out a sigh,"Remember after I.. died, I told you that Allison helped bring me back?" He nods,"Of course, that was of the best and worst days of my life." "Well, I didn't tell you everything that she said to me, nor did I explain fully how she helped me come back. She put me in a bath of ice water and told me to think about one person, you. She told me that we had a connection unlike anyone else, a connection so strong that the love you had for me could pull me back from the dead. You're my anchor Jordan, and I need you." I unlock the door with the keycard I stole from my father, and walk inside, shutting the door, Jordan's eyes widen in shock, but he shakes his head relief running over his face as he walks over and pulls me into a hug. He wraps his arms tightly around me, burying his head in the crook of my neck. I lay my head on his chest and breathe in his wonderful scent of his cologne and mint, something I will never get tired of. Jordan pulls away, his green eyes scanning me,"Have you been out all night? You look exhausted." I roll my eyes playfully,"Is that your nice way of telling me I look like crap?" He lets out a chuckle,"No, but really were you out all night, are okay?" I let out a sigh,"Yeah, I've been driving around basically all night." He grabs my hand and pulls me to the ground, so we're leaning against the wall facing away from the door of the cell. I lean against him, and he wraps his arms around me. "Weren't and Scott and the others worried about you? With all that's going on," I shrug my shoulders looking at the ground,"I doubt that Scott is worried about me." "Why wouldn't Scott be worried about you? Did something happen?" I let out a sigh, looking up at him,"I need to tell you something, something I should have told you awhile ago, but I couldn't, because it is not just my story to tell." He nods, waiting for me to explain, and I could tell by the look on his face he doesn't know what to think. I take a deep breath, knowing that he would be upset I didn't tell him about something this big sooner, "Thank you. So after I left your house, after you started training training me, I went to the library with Stiles and Malia to figure out anything we could about the Chimeras and the Dread Doctors. After a while Malia decided to leave and Stiles fell asleep, and I decided to let him for a while. When we finally got to leaving, Stiles jeep broke down, and I didn't have mine. I was sitting there watching Stiles fix his jeep when I saw someone come up to him. I didn't see who it was until it was too late, I saw Donovan, a mouth grew out of his hand, and he put it on Stiles' shoulder. We got away and hid from him in the library, he taunted us, and waited, even though he knew exactly where we were. We climbed a ladder thing, Stiles went first. Donovan grabbed my leg, and was going to bite me, so Stiles pulled a pin to the ledge above, and these large metal poles and... and it they fell and one impaled him. We called 911, but by the time someone got there, the body was gone, and there was no blood anywhere, which I now know was you." "So why would Scott be mad at you?" he asks his expression blank giving me no idea how he was reacting. I look down at my feet anger still radiating at the memory of the argument,"After you.. Left, Stiles called me and told me that Theo told Scott that he intentionally killed Donovan by beating him with a wrench. So I went to Scott trying to explain to him the truth, but he didn't believe me." He's quiet for a moment, as he thinks everything through. He looks up at me, his eyes filled with upset and anger,"You could have told me, I could have been there for you, I would have been there. Is it because I'm a cop? Did you really think that with everything we've been through that I wouldn't be able to keep that between us? That you couldn't trust me?" I shake my head, "No why would you think that? Of course I trust you, you know that. It wasn't my secret to tell anyway, I wanted to give Stiles some time to think things through, why else would I have told you this now? You know what. Maybe it was a mistake coming back here." I stand up, anger and frustration running through me as I walk to the doors and reach my hand through the cell, unlocking the door, and walking away without looking back. I return the keycard to my father's desk, and walk out to see Stiles talking to one of the deputies. He looked a lot like how I looked, exhausted a look of defeat in his eyes. I walked up to him, smiling slightly,"Hey what are you doing here?" He glances at the floor, before looking into my eyes, guilt and sadness clouding them,"I was going to tell dad about the whole Donovan thing. How did it go with telling Jordan?" I let out a sigh."Not well, he was upset I didn't tell him sooner. I just hate fighting with him. We had just made up from when I told him he was the one taking the bodies." He puts a hand on my shoulder supportively,"He'll come around, just give him some time." Just after he said that, an alarm went off, the one that goes off when someone has escaped the cell. I turn around and saw Jordan walking through the station, his eyes glowing orange and his body smoking slightly, the rest of the deputies who were in a panic, guns raised as he walked through the area not responsive to any of his fellow colleague's calls. "Don't shoot! Let him go, just trust me," I yell, causing them to back off and let him walk away to take another body. I turn to Stiles who is watching the whole event unfold,"We have to follow him, we may not be on the best of terms, but I need to know that he is ok." Stiles nods, and we follow after him, his pace slow enough that we have enough time to get in my jeep and follow him from there. He brings us to a parking lot, where the bodies were being kept. I watch as he observes the bodies, then gets in the truck, driving away, without sparing a second glance towards us. I turn around and see a new truck pull up, Theo's truck. Stiles must have called him earlier, the Donovan lie pushed aside, we need his help, and there was no way we were going to Scott. "Sorry, I got here as fast as I could." Theo says as he gets out of the truck. "We gotta go. Now, Parrish has the bodies," Stiles says frantically, walking toward the truck. "Stiles wait-" "Parrish is out and he's got the bodies. We've got to find Scott and we've got to tell him." Stiles continues, opening the door to the truck. "Stiles!" Theo shouts, causing Stiles to stop and shut the door to the truck, turning to listen to him. I don't think Scott wants to talk to you right now." Stiles rolls his eyes."Thanks for the reminder. It doesn't matter. He needs to know about this." "Stiles! Scott doesn't want to talk to you," Theo states again, causing the both of us to stop what we were doing and turn to face him, eyes filled with confusion. My blood runs cold when I see that he is holding Stiles' library ID card,"But I think your dad does." I glare at Theo, hiding my fear,"What did you do Theo? What the hell did you do?" "Your dad was looking for you two. He found me instead." Theo states, a crude smile upon his face. My heart pounds loudly at the thought of my dad being with someone who we thought killed his own sister. Scenarios flash inside my mind thinking of what this supernatural sociopath did to our dad. "Where is he?" Stiles asks, his voice full of anger as he glares at Theo. "I covered for you two. This was taken care of. If Melissa didn't find it at the hospital. I guess even the children of cops can make mistakes." Theo states, pacing around confidently, as if taking his victory lap. I glare at him, anger radiating through my body,"Did you hurt him?" "I never lied about why I came to Beacon Hills. I'm here for a pack. I came for the werecoyote. The one whose first instinct is to kill. I came for the Banshee, the girl surrounded by death. I came for the dark kitsune, the Beta with anger issues, and the connector, the girl who could take away my pain whenever I pleased. I came for Void Stiles. That's the pack I want. Unfortunately, it doesn't include Scott. Your heartbeat's rising, Stiles, Noelle. It's not because you're afraid. Stiles, the Nogitsune is gone, but you've still got more blood on your hands than any of us." Theo states, causing the anger to continue to rise in the both of us. "Screw you," I snap, how dare he say things like that when he's done far worse things than the both of us combined Theo lets out a chuckle,"I'll tell you where your dad is, if you promise not to help Scott." Stiles glare hardens as he lifts his arm, punching Theo in the face, hard. Theo laughs louder this time,"There he is! That's Void Stiles. It felt good, didn't it? And don't tell me you wouldn't do the same thing." This time I swing my fist, hitting him roughly in the jaw, knocking him to the ground "You're right, I would." He spits the blood out of his mouth, and sits up,"We won't tell Scott. Cause you two can't lose your best friend, right? Even though we all know you two never needed him." Stiles lunges forward, grabbing Theo by the collar. "You hate me now, but you'll get it eventually. This is the hard part. Cause you can't help Scott and save your dad's life. You still got time, Noelle, Stiles. You've still got time." At that point my mind had already been made up. I love Scott no matter what, and I can only pray that someone can get there in time, I even called Mason to go and warn him, but I had to save our dad. Stiles and I cannot live without a parent, we need him, and he needs us. As we were on our way to go to where Theo said our dad was, I felt an immense pain in my lower abdomen, as if someone had dug their hand inside and twisted. My vision flashes as I scream out in pain. I'm then standing over Scott and Theo, Theo's hand shoved deeply in Scott's abdomen as he shoves him to the ground and walks away. I look back at Scott, watching in sadness as the red in his eyes slowly fades away, leaving them dull and lifeless. My vision is pulled back to the jeep as I feel my own warm blood spill down my stomach, this only has happened one other time, the night Alison died, and I knew that Scott was gone, but the wound on my stomach continued to bleed profusely, without causing any life threatening damage to me. "Noelle! Are you ok? What happened?" Stiles shouts. I let a sob escape my lips,"Scott's dead, I saw Theo do it!" Stiles shakes his head, glancing over at me for a moment,"He can't be. He's the True Alpha, he will surive. Look at your wound, it hasn't stopped bleeding, that's got to mean something. I can feel it, he will be ok." I nod my head not wanting to argue, even though I knew, deep down, that there was nothing we could do. That the bleeding was because I'd lost an alpha. We arrive at the place and run inside the doors, seeing our father, lying on the floor. We run over to him, falling to my knees in front of him as tears begin to fall down my face. I grab one of his bloody hands, Stiles grabbing the other as I use my free hand to apply pressure to his wound. His shirt is filled with blood, and there is so much of it, that it goes up to his neck. "Dad? Can you hear me? You're going to be ok, you hear me. You can't die, not like this." I tell him as I continue to grip his hand tightly. I look up at Stiles, instructing him to call 911, which he does. As we wait for help to arrive, I lay my head on my father's bloody shoulder, and sob, begging him not to leave us.
***************************************** Hey guys! I'm back to my usual updating schedule! And I'm so excited to get back to writing this. This is the end of the first part of season 5! That's so crazy to me, and I'm so excited to write the next part, and have new challenges for Noelle and the other to face! Thanks for reading, and please don't forget to comment and vote, show Noelle the love and support she deserves, and I'll be back next week! -S
