Stay With Me

Chapter Twenty-One: Saving Him?

Stiles groaned as someone forced him down a staircase. It was dark; he couldn't see his captor, but it was safe to assume it had something to do with the supernatural.

"Ow," he grumbled. "Ow, ow, ow." They shoved him down the staircase, and he landed on the floor. Still in his lacrosse jersey and gear, he fumbled for the light switch, and turned it on to see Boyd and Erica, tied up by their wrists with duct tape over their mouth, trying to communicate something to him through the duct tape.

Stiles stared at the glassy-eyed duo in horror, as they stared at him. Erica's mascara had run all the way down her cheeks, and Boyd looked like he had been crying, too.

There was no doubt about it, now: Stiles had been kidnapped by the Argents.

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"They're gonna meet with a medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson," Sheriff Stilinski informed Scott and Isaac, who was rubbing his shoulder after the fight with Gerard and his hunters (mostly his hunters). "I've got an APB out on Stiles - his Jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means...aw, hell, I don't know what that means. If he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if either one of you see him - "

"We'll call you," Isaac told him.

"Look, he's probably just freaked out from all the attention, or something," Scott lied. "We'll find him."

"Yeah," exhaled the sheriff. "I'll see you." He walked away from the two boys.

"McCall," Coach approached him, "we need you on the team, okay? You know I can't put you on the field next season if you don't get your grades up!"

"Yeah, Coach," nodded Scott.

"I mean, I know I yell a lot, but it's not like I - I hate you guys! Well, I - I kind of hate Greenberg, but that's - that's different, it's - it's Greenberg." Coach sighed. "I'm just saying, we - I need you on the team. Get your grades back up."

"I will," Scott told him determinedly. 

"I know," mumbled Coach, walking away into his office.

"Is that everyone?" Scott asked Isaac, once he'd left.

"I think so," Isaac said, and that was when he heard the ripping and tearing of metal. He turned around, eyes wide, to see Scott looking into Stiles' locker.

"You're gonna find him by scent?" he asked Scott, staring at the other beta.

"Yeah," Scott told him seriously, "we both are."

Isaac frowned, as Scott passed him a shoe. "How come you get a shirt, and I get a shoe?" 

"Do you want to trade?" sighed Scott, holding out the shirt, and Isaac sighed.

"No, you can keep the shirt."

And then Derek appeared out of nowhere, like he always did. "We need to talk."

"All of us," added Peter, stepping out from the shower area, wearing a black trenchcoat.

"Holy shit," swore Scott.

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"Shhhh," Stiles was trying to get Boyd and Erica to stop their muffled protests, as he attempted to untie them. He held a finger to his lips, and then went for the ties around their wrists.

The ties zapped his fingers, and Stiles quickly withdrew his hands. "Ah," he groaned, wincing in pain. 

"They were trying to warn you," Gerard's amused voice rang from the staircase. "It's electrified."