Guys, I literally had a panic attack while writing this chapter. I've struggled with really bad anxiety for years and they depicted Stiles' panic attack so fucking accurately that it gave me fucking flashbacks. It was scary as hell. And I got bored so I added yet another little plot twist. Have fun reading.
-Recap-
"They're all gonna die." Allison looks up into Isaac's eyes, hers filling with tears. "Aren't they?"
Isaac pulls her into his arms, both of them staring where their parents last stood as they try to remain strong.
(3rd P.O.V.)
Stiles and Lydia are in school, rushing down their stairs while Lydia explains how Aiden isn't replying to her texts. Stiles stops so they can think their plan through, when his phone buzzes. He hurriedly pulls it out, heart dropping at the words on the screen.
"Oh God. What is it?" Lydia asks, rushing back up to Stiles.
"It's from Isaac." Stiles' voice shakes, as do his hands. "Jennifer, she t- she has Allison's father. And Lyrica. She took them. She's got all three now. And a backup." Stiles' hands begin to shake more violently as they lower to his sides.
"There's still time." Lydia says as Stiles' breathing picks up, quickly leading to hyperventilation. "We still have time, right?" Stiles' vision begins to blur and he holds up a finger for Lydia to wait, gasping in fear. "Stiles? Are you okay? What is it? What's wrong?"
Each question seems like it's spoken from farther and farther away as Stiles slowly spins around, trying to connect with his surroundings.
"Stiles?" Lydia's voice echoes, falling upon deaf ears.
"I think I'm having a panic attack." Stiles manages to gasp out, looking at Lydia in fear.
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In the deserted cellar, Chris Argent wakes with a loud gasp, trying to catch his breath as he looks around.
"You okay over there?" Sheriff Stilinski asks from where he's tied to his own post.
"Chris? It's Chris, right?" Melissa calls from her place near the stairs.
"Yeah." Chris nods, still trying to catch his breath. He looks around as he calms down, chuckling as he recognizes the place.
"Is it just me, or has somebody been here before?" Stilinski questions.
"Years ago." Chris confirms. He pulls his feet up towards his hands, trying to get into his boot.
"Hate to disappoint you, but we watched her take your ankle knife."
Argent stretches his feet back out, shuffling his hands around behind him.
"And the knife that's in your sleeve." Melissa adds.
"And the switchblade in your other sleeve." Stilinski calls as Argent shuffles again.
Argent groans, shuffling once more, until the doors open above them, sunlight flooding the dark room.
"And the taser in your jacket pocket." Jennifer's voice calls, slowly descending the stairs. "Argent... the French word for silver." She slowly walks over to the male, towel in hand. He moves his head away as she moves to wipe the blood on his face away, and she gently moves it back. "Interesting how truth becomes altered by legend... when it's not actually the metal silver that kills werewolves but the family. What's the Argent code again? 'We hunt those who hunt us'? I hope you don't mind if I borrow it for a little while, since I've been hunted myself."
"Don't pretend like we have the same cause." Argent angrily replies. "I don't kill innocent people."
"That's why they call it a sacrifice, and I wish it worked another way. But think about what you're doing. You are making this town- even this world- safer for your children." Jennifer continues.
"Oh, can it." A loud groan is heard from the other side of the cellar. "I'm pretty sure I speak for all of us when I say you need to just be quiet."
"Well, look who's finally awake." Jennifer laughs, standing and pacing over to Lyrica. "I was beginning to think I dosed you with too much wolfsbane."
"In your dreams, Honey." Lyrica chuckles. "So, tell me, why'd you want me so bad?
"You're special, Lyrica."
"Aw, I'm awfully flattered, but I've got a husband." Lyrica sarcastically grins.
"Who I slept with." The eyes of Melissa and Noah dramatically widen at the brunette's words.
"Yeah, because I made him." Lyrica genuinely laughs. "You really think he'd cheat on his mate? Especially with you? Honey, you're supposed to be educated on the supernatural."
"I could kill you right now, ya know?" Jennifer questions, rising back to her full height and turning her back on the noirette. "Leave your brothers without a sister. All 4 of them. Derek would lose his mate, and he'll want to die. Isaac too. I'm sure your father would feel quite guilty. Well, more than he already does."
"Wait, what?" Lyrica backtracks. "4 brothers? You got the numbers wrong, Lady. I only have 2."
"Well, I suppose they're only your step brothers." Jennifer shrugs, walking away a few steps before turning back. "But that wouldn't really matter to you, would it? After all, family is family. I mean, that's why you offered yourself in place of the sheriff, isn't it?"
"I have no clue what you're talking about, you crazy bitch." Lyrica groans, tired of the woman's nonsense.
"You remember your mother? Jasmine? And her husband? Justin? Your step father? Yeah, he got pissed and donated sperm just to spite your mother. This was around when Stiles was conceived. Out from his donation popped 2 boys. Twins. Ethan and Aiden. You've just got a whole family of supernaturals, don't you?" She turns to look at the sheriff. "Well, most of them."
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"Okay." Lydia pants, pulling Stiles into the dark and empty locker room. "Come on. Come on." Stiles is audibly hyperventilating as Lydia leads him towards the lockers, and he crashes into one, both of them sliding to the ground. "Just try and think about something else, anything else."
"Like what?" Stiles wheezes.
"Uh, happy things. Good things. Uh, friends, family."
Stiles looks up at her wide wide eyes.
"Oh- I mean- not family. Oh, God. Okay, just.. Try and slow your breathing."
"I can't. I can't." Stiles pants, terrified.
"Shh, shh, Stiles, look at me." Lydia lowers her voice, cupping Stiles' face and lifting it so he can see her. "Shh, look at me. Shh, Stiles." She locks eyes with him before leaning in, pressing her lips firmly against his. She pulls away after a moment, looking him in the eyes as he steadily breathes.
"How'd you do that?" Stiles whispers.
"I, uh- I read once that... holding your breath could stop a panic attack. So when I kissed you... you held your breath."
"I did?" Stiles asks, unable to think clearly.
"Yeah. You did." Lydia nods.
"Thanks. Really smart." Stiles sniffles.
Lydia chuckles. "I-I just-I don't know. I just read it somewhere. And if I was really smart, I would tell you to sign up for a few sessions with a guidance counselor."
Stiles chuckles and they sit in silence, until it hits Stiles.
"Morrell."
Edit: May 22, 2020. This chapter took literal seconds because I had to skip over the whole panic attack scenes.
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