Just Breathe

Chapter 43

"Stiles...." Derek began but than couldn't finish. It was now midday and the pack was still recovering. After Emma had disappeared the night before, the pack had fought off the Oni. Or at least held them off until the sun came up. Lydia and Aiden had gone out to look for Emma, as they were the only ones mentally stable enough to drive. Stiles sat on the couch, his gaze staring off into no where. Isaac sat curled up on his lap, trying to heal a cut he had received on his leg. Stiles mindlessly rubbed his back. Allison sat in the armchair, head in her hands, stressed out about the nights events. Derek sat on the arm of Stiles's couch, thinking. He wanted Emma back so badly. But it was just so difficult. Scott paced around the room, Ethan and Kira eyeing him from the other couch. Stiles sighed, unable to be comforted. Last night Void had played him. She had acted like Emma just to cause trouble, and he hated himself for falling for it.

"Guys, I think I have an idea" Scott spoke, pausing his pacing. Everyone perked up, open to any and all suggestions. "I know we don't like him very much but he hadn't caused trouble in a while and he just always seems to know what to do" Scott explained.

"Scott I don't know" Derek interrupted knowing exactly who he was talking about. "I still don't think Peter is trustworthy" Derek thought it over in his head. Everyone turned as a very lifeless voice spoke.

"I say give it a try" Stiles spoke, his eyes focused on nothing and his body still. He looked pale and had bags under his eyes. He was taking this very hard. "What do we have to lose?" Stiles asked, his eyes finally making eye contact with Scott.  Derek sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Stiles was right. He just didn't like depending on his psychotic uncle.

"Yeah fine. I'll call him" Derek said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Derek paced around speaking into the phone. Some nodding, some hushed speaking and then finally Derek hung up. Derek turned to the people. "He said he would help. He said Deaton is coming too. The only thing we need to do is get Emma" Derek informed the pack. They all felt their hearts sink. That was going to be very challenging. Stiles looked down as his phone began to ring. The were wolves all perked their head, listening to it. Stiles picked it up, holding it to his ear.

"Lydia?" Stiles asked. The pack watched as Stiles's face went from numb and lifeless to worried and confused. The pack couldn't make out what Lydia was saying but they knew whatever it was, was either really scary or really disturbing. "Okay" Stiles's voice trembled. "Just bring her here. And bring Melissa" Stiles whispered. He hung up his phone, his hands trembling. Isaac looked up on him, nervous. His wolf became scared as he began to whimper.

"Well?" Derek asked, straightening up as the scent of anxiety and worry instantly filled his nose. Stiles looked up at him, sniffing. 

"Lydia and Aiden were driving when Lydia's banshee powers kicked in and they ended up in a random parking lot. They found Emma laying in the middle of it, unconscious. She had a huge gash across her stomach" Stiles explained. "I don't understand" Stiles clenched his fists. 

"Well the good news is Peter and Deaton are almost here" Derek said.

"And now we have Emma so I guess we are close to curing her" Kira tried to tie in a sense of optimism. "Maybe" she said more quietly. Everyone nodded, sitting in silence.

Within the next ten minutes. Everyone had arrived. Aiden carried in an unconscious Emma, laying her on the couch.  Everyone stood in front of her, starring. She lay perfectly still, peaceful almost. Stiles felt like it was Emma sitting in front of them, but he knew better now. It wasn't her. "What happens when she wakes up?" Stiles asked, sitting down next to her. He looked over her face, then suddenly her eyes opened. She began laughing hysterically, thrashing around.

"You think you can hold me?" Emma smirked, thrashing around. Scott and Derek held her down as she struggled to break free.  

"Stiles hold her mouth open!" Deaton shouted. Stiles nodded, smushing her face so her mouth was open. Emma stared into Stiles's eyes, sending chills down his back. Deaton dropped a liquid into Emma's mouth. Everyone pulled back, watching to see what she would do next.