The War Inside

Chapter 2a

"Insanity"

"I hate this car that I am driving,

there's no hiding for me

I'm forced to deal, with what I feel

there is no distraction to mask what is real

I could pull the steering wheel."

Car Radio by Twenty-One Pilots

The house is empty when she arrives. Nothing but a note explaining her mothers absence, to greet her. It's 7:00 in the morning, and the thought of going to school doesn't even come to her mind. It had been a long night. Seeing Scott and Kira beat up and battered, by the hands of Stiles who had looked so afraid of his own reflection when he'd awoken on that cold lab table. His screams echoed in her ears. Even after she'd left he and his father in that veterinary building, and went on a drive filled with blaring music, she could not escape them. Now, after hours of driving around restlessly by herself, the screams had died down. She was home. Or whatever she could call the house she lived in. Either way, she was happy to be in a place where she could finally kick off her heels, and collapse into a deep slumber. Or at least try.

Closing the front door behind her, she toed off her heels, one by one. Picking them up delicately, and placing them on the makeshift shoe rack near the front door. She would organize them properly later on. Not now. Not when she had yet to sleep, and would most likely be interrupted by her mother in a few hours, to be scolded about skipping school. No, sleep was most definitely a main priority.

She made her way through her house, dragging her feet behind her lazily. She struggled to keep her eyes open as she pulled herself up the stairs, and by the time she'd made her way into her room, her steps practically turned into sleep walking. It was zombie like, and the least bit lady like. But she had yet to find the strength to care. She stopped in the center of her room. Realizing, she couldn't possibly sleep in her clothes. She would never be that tired. Especially if it would only add on to the list of things her mother was planning to ground her for when she came home.

So, even with no energy seeming to be left in her small frame, she pulled her clothes off. Trading designer for an oversized T-shirt and a pair of white cotton shorts. The T-shirt had been one of the few she'd still had of Jackson's. He had been out of her life for so long now, the shirt had hardly phased her when she'd pulled it over her head. It no longer held his scent, for the fact it had been washed. She was greatful for that. What, with everything that had been going on in her life: becoming a banshee, almost losing her friends, almost dying. She had many other things to focus on than old memories of Jackson Whittemore. The boy who'd ran away with her heart to London.

She pulled her hair out of its bun, allowing it to fall in soft tendrils down her back, and ran her fingers through it's tangles, being soothed by the way her nails gently rubbed against her scalp. Like a massage. The silence engulfed her, and although she was thankful for the bit of peace she'd gained, the silence only left her with one other sound to listen to; Her thoughts. What a horrible sound.

Voices and images from the past few days filled her mind, and it was enough to make her temple throb. She pressed her fingers against the side of her head, massaging it lightly. She just wanted everything to be back to normal. When she didn't know about werewolves. When she didn't find herself waking up in the middle of the night to wail at the sense of a dead body lying somewhere. When she still had time to get her nails done and bicker with her hot-shot lacrosse captain of a ex-boyfriend. When she didn't have to feel as though said ex-boyfriend was now a complete stranger. When she was still Lydia Martin. Popular girl, with amazing grades, and a envious wardrobe. Sure, life hadn't been perfect before, but it had been pretty close.

Currently, Lydia's life just made her feel as if she were in some cliche supernatural television show. Like the ones she used to find herself watching whenever Jackson and she would be in a fight, and she ended up alone with nothing better to do. When had Lydia Martin's life become so complicated? Lydia didn't do complicated. She never had, and she had thought she never would have to. However, somehow along the way, (whether it be befriending the future girlfriend of an teenage werewolf, or walking into the middle of the lacrosse field by herself on the night of the winter formal) she'd went wrong. Now, "complicated" and "Lydia Martin" didn't seem right unless being used in the same sentence.

Sighing at her thoughts, Lydia let the rest of her body fall backwards onto her bed, her hair cascading around her, and her hands folding themselves atop her abdomen. Her hazel eyes glowered up at the blank ceiling, and she squinted her eyes hoping for something up there to silence her thoughts, long enough for her to catch up on some sleep. But sleep had become a foreign concept to her, and even though she was beyond restless, she found herself not being able to fall into a slumber. Pressing her lips together, she let out a muffled groan of frustration. She was exhausted, lost, and -hungry. Now that she was home, her body had sent her the message. It wasn't until then, that she realized she hadn't eaten in 2 days. She would have to handle that at some point. But, later. After she satisfied what she really needed. A distraction. A distraction from her exhaustion. A distraction from her thoughts. A distraction from her hunger. A distraction...In the form of a 6 ft. 1 teenage werewolf, with a body to kill for, and an attraction to Lydia.

The teenage girl sat up, pushing herself off of her bed, and grabbing her phone from where she'd tossed it on her dresser.

She scrolled through her contacts, before her eyes landed on the desired number.

Aiden.

Pressing the call button gently, she rose the phone to her ear, and released a yawn as it rang. It only took about 3 rings, before the boy answered.

"Hello?" His voice breathed through the phone.

"Hey, Aiden!" Her eyes watered from the yawn, and she turned away from her dresser.

"Lydia?" She could hear the surprise in his voice.

"Sad. Have you deleted my number already?" A tired laugh escaped her plump lips.

"Sorry, I just..." A pause. A long pause at that. Did he hang up? "I wasn't expecting to hear from you anytime soon? After, well..yano."

She did know. She had just simply forgotten. She would blame it on the lack of sleep, but she knew the real answer was because she didn't want to remember that night. The night Stiles had gone missing. Lydia had spent the entire night worrying about Stiles, and after a visit to the hospital to see the resting boy, Aiden accused her of having feelings for him, and she, well.. she snapped. Aiden, being Aiden, snapped right back at her. It had been stupid really. She had gotten so defensive over a simple question..

Lydia hurried through the hospital doors, Aiden on her heels.

"Lydia! Would you just.." he stopped to pick up her car keys, which she'd absentmindedly dropped when rushing to get out of her car. "..Hang on, a second!?"

Lydia didn't answer him, she simply rounded the corner, heels clicking on the hospital floors, and skidding to a stop as she reached the front desk. Aiden jogged to catch up, soon slowing to a stop beside her with a huff.

"I'm here to see Stiles Stilinski." She'd informed, breathlessly.

"Stilinski.." The nurse began to type in his name to the database.

"I didn't know you could run that fast." Aiden attempted to lighten the mood, smiling at her. She didn't even glance in his direction. He frowned.

"Stiles Stilinski, room 224." The nurse looked up. "Are you family?"

"Yes."

"No."

Lydia snapped her head in Aiden's direction, eyes wide.

"Uh," Aiden stuttered, taken back by her devilish look. "I mean..Yes, and no. She's family. I..I am not." His eyes flicked from Lydia to the nurse, nervously.

"Right. Well, I'm sorry sir, but only family is allowed after hours." The nurse eyed the two suspiciously.

"That's fine." Aiden nodded.

Lydia finally tore her glare from Aiden's face, turning back to the nurse. "Room 224, you said?"

"Room 224." The nurse confirmed.

And Lydia had been on her way. She'd skipped the elevator, taking the stairs instead. It was just one floor up. She dodged rushing doctors, and wheeling patients, until she collided into a pacing Scott.

"Where is he? Is he okay?" She spoke too quickly, and Scott, still surprised from the collision, reached his arms out quickly to stop her.

"Lydia, hey, he's right in there. He's fine, just resting." He rubbed his hands up and down her arm.

Lydia closed her eyes in relief. "He's fine?"

Scott looked over her. "Yes, he's fine. Are you?"

Lydia's eyes locked on his, and she hesitated before quickly nodding. "Mhm."

Scott cocked an eyebrow. "You're sure about that?"

"No, I'm fine. I was just worried about him. But he's fine, so I'm fine, we're all fine." She dared to look over Scott's shoulder, catching sight of a sleeping Stiles through the crack in the door. Tears pressed at the back of her eyes.

Scott's shoulders slumped, as his face softened. "Lydia..."

"I should probably head home. It's late, and I still have to drive Aiden home. Besides, I haven't really done much help tonight, So..." she squeezed her eyes shut as she spoke.

"Lyd-" Scott attempted once more.

"I'll see you later, okay?" She forced a weak smile, and turned calling a quick "Text me!" Over her shoulder.

She could feel Scott's gaze on her back as she walked away, and when she finally was around the corner, she released a breath she'd been holding, as her tears fell. She looked pathetic. Walking around the halls, blubbering like a child. And when she found herself back in front of Aiden, who looked genuinely concerned, It only angered her. He was not allowed to see her cry. Nobody was allowed to see her cry. The only person who'd ever seen her cry was...

"Lydia?" He jumped up from the waiting room chair, quickly following after her.

Lydia did not stop, she only wiped at her tears with her sleeve and reached out for her keys with her free hand. "Keys?"

"Here," he placed them gently in her hands. "What's wrong? Is Stiles okay?"

"He's fine." The breeze of the night air brushed against her skin as they made it out of the hospital.

"Well then why are you crying?" Aiden questioned.

"I'm not crying!" Lydia retorted, stomping across the parking lot towards her car.

"You're definitely crying." Aiden pointed out.

"So what if I am!? What's it to you!?" She clicked the unlock button as her car came into view.

"What's it to me? Lydia, I obviously care, what's wrong?" Aiden asked again.

Lydia whipped around. "Please, you don't care about anyone Aiden."

"Says who?" Aiden threw his arms up.

"Me! Derek! Scott! Everyone! I don't even know why you're pretending as if you wanted to help Stiles tonight. All you did was try and flirt with me when we were alone, and laugh at him for keeping my picture in his room!" Her face was growing hot with anger.

"Well I'm sorry if I'm adjusting a little differently to the whole little pack family you guys got going on here, If you don't remember, a month ago we were enemies!" Aiden sneered. "And also, don't pretend like you didn't find that a little weird. If a guy has a picture you drew, framed in his room, it means something!"

"Okay!? Who cares!?" Lydia placed her hands on her hips.

"I care! I don't particularly enjoy this kids infatuation with you!" Aiden sounded disgusted.

"You don't 'particularly enjoy' his infatuation with me!? What are you, my father!?" She mocked him.

"Well do you!?" Aiden stepped closer to her, challenging her.

"Do I what!?" She lifted in her chin, eyes glossy.

"Do you have a problem with his infatuation with you!?" Aiden filled in the blanks, through clenched teeth.

"No! Why should I?" She rolled her eyes.

"...Of course you don't." Aiden shook his head slightly.

"What's that supposed to mean!?" Lydia tightened her jaw.

"It means the reason you don't have a problem with him being infatuated with you, is because you're infatuated with him!" Aiden spit out.

Lydia's mouth propped open, and for am moment she was speechless. "I have no idea what you're talking about!" She whipped back on her heel, yanking her car door open.

"Don't pull that crap with me," he stepped in front of her, the dark closing once more. "Some part of you feels something for him that you can't explain, just say it."

Lydia looked up at him, not sure of what to say. "Even if I did, it would be none of your business. I'm not yours Aiden. You don't get to act as though I am."

"So you're his then?" Aiden hissed.

"I am nobody's!" Lydia shouted. "For christ's sake, I just lost the first boy I've ever loved so he could go play werewolf in London! I've seen more dead bodies this year then I ever could have imagined! One of my friends is possessed by some Japanese dark spirit! And if that's not enough to drive me crazy, I just found out I'm a banshee! I have no time to figure out my own life, let alone enough time to try and complicate things by adding someone else in it. So, no, Aiden. I'm not his. I'm not yours. I'm nobody's! Now get your hand off of my door, or so help me god, I will kick you so hard in the balls you won't even remember what it's like to have a member down there."

Aiden's eyes grew wide at this. Now it was his turn to be speechless. With a quiet gulp, he took two steps backwards, and watched as she yanked the car door back open, and slid inside.

He leaned down, talking to her through the window. "Just.." He began. "Tell me," he breathed. "Are you in love with him?"

Lydia stared ahead, gripping her wheel.

"Lydia." he spoke softly. "I need to know."

She blinked, a tear falling from her eye, and then she started the engine, looking over her shoulder as she reversed out of the spot, and sped out of the parking lot.

"Right...That." Lydia rubbed her lips together. "I'm sorry, that I freaked out. It was just an emotional night. I had been doubting myself and my powers, and I was just overwhelmed." She tried explaining herself.

Aiden's line was quiet, and she could practically feel his hesitance through the phone. "It's fine. I get it." He finally spoke.

"You do?" Lydia began to fumble with the hem of her shirt.

"Yeah. I mean, he's your friend...You were worried. Worrying about someone can make another act, not themselves. I get it." Aiden breathed, and Lydia didn't miss his attempt at emphasizing the word 'friend' nonchalantly.

"Right. Exactly." Lydia nodded to herself. Friend. That's all Stiles was. That's all he ever would be.

"So, Is that it? Is that all you were calling me for? To apologize?" Aiden asked, breaking Lydia from her growing thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh! No, actually, If we're being honest, I wasn't calling with the intentions to apologize," Lydia admitted, as though that weren't clear. "I was calling to see if you would like to come over."

"Come over?" Aiden's voice lifted slightly.

"Yes, come over. My mom's not home, and everyone else is still a bit..." Her voice trailed off, not knowing how to explain the fact she didn't want to be around her friends because they just reminded her of Stiles, without it sounding like she cared for him more than a friend. "I just, want you to come over."

"Okay. When? Now?" There was a door being shut in the background, and Lydia could hear his breaths begin to pick up speed as he started to walk again.

"That works for me, does it work for you?" Lydia walked over to her vanity, looking over herself as the call was coming to an end.

"Sounds good. I'll be over in about, I want to say, 20 minutes?" He pondered, and Lydia pursed her lips at this.

"Alright! Bye!" Lydia didn't wait for his response, she simply ended the call.

Now that she knew Aiden was coming over, her current attire would not do. Quickly, she tore off the oversized T-shirt, and replaced it with a over the shoulder, coral mid-drift sweater, that hung on her beautifully. The white shorts were then replaced with a tan high waist skirt, that defined her curves. Shoes, weren't that big of a deal. She was in her house, and in all honesty, she couldn't do heels at the moment.

Rushing back over to her vanity, she tossled her hair a bit, deciding to leave it as it was. It didn't look that bad. She applied a bit of nude lipstick on, and then placed a bit of clear lipgloss over it to give it shine. After retouching her eye make up a bit, she gave a twirl in front of the mirror, and figured she was done. She may have lost her mind a bit, but she still knew how to look good while doing it.

"Okay," she sighed, walking out of her room. They would be using it later, but for now she just wanted to get a drink. With no sleep, she could use something to keep her awake when Aiden arrived. "Please, tell me there's still energy drinks..."

Walking into the kitchen, she hissed a bit as her bare feet hit the cool tile of the kitchen. She hurried over to the fridge on tip-toe, pulling it open with all her strength and viewing the contents. Orange Juice, Water, Unsweetened Tea, Red Bull-Ah! Red Bull it is. Her manicured fingers wrapped around the small can, and she slammed the fridge door shut with her hip, already popping it open, and putting it to her lips.

She gulped half of it down with in seconds, and when she lowered her head back down, eyes closed, she smiled to herself. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was until the moisture had touched her tongue. Letting her eyes flutter open, they went wide, as she dropped the can and stumbled backwards into the kitchen counter, a yelp escaping her lips.

There, in front of her, was Stiles.

Only, it wasn't Stiles. He looked sick. Dark circles under his eyes, lips chapped beyond reason, skin whiter than snow. She could practically see his veins pumping blood from beneath his skin. And he had this look. A look she'd never seen on the face of Stiles Stilinski before. A look of pure evil.

"St-Stiles?" She breathed, legs trembling beneath her. "What are you doing here?"

Stiles didn't speak. He only tilted his head to the side.

"Stiles, you're scaring me."' She gasped, feeling her breath slowly escaping her.

This time he stepped forward, and Lydia flinched. Why wasn't he talking?

"Stiles!" She shouted then, trying to snap him out of whatever trance he was in.

The door bell rang, and Lydia jumped, whipping her head to the side, her hair flying around her. Her world was blurred by her tears, and she blinked wildly in the direction of the door, mouth agape, before turning back to face the spot Stiles had stood. He was gone. She slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes roaming the room, terrified.

"Lydia, It's Aiden!" A muffled voice called from behind her front door, going along with the knocking of his fist against the wood.

Lydia felt like she was stuck, not being able to move, frozen in fear. She stared at the small bubbles forming in the spilled red bull on the floor, and she didn't react as the liquid curled it's way around her feet.

Her front door creaked open, and although she could have sworn she locked it, she ignored those thoughts, as she saw a head poke through from the corner of her eye. "Lydia..?" Aiden called her name once more, his voice slightly echoing through the house.

Lydia slowly looked up at him, eyes blank and teary. Her entire body was shaking now, arms stiff at her sides.

"Oh my god, Lydia!" Aiden rushed over, not bothering to close the door behind him.

He'd lifted her out of the pool of liquid so quick, she hadn't even realized she was being moved until she was planted on her kitchen counter.

"Lydia?" Two hands cupped the sides of her face. "Lydia, look at me."

Lydia lifted her eyes, meeting Aiden's. "Aiden?"

"Yeah. It's me." Aiden nodded. "It's me."

She sucked in a sharp breath. "Where is he!?"

Aiden frowned. "Where is who, Lydia?"

"Stiles!" She placed her hands on his shoulders, shaking them slightly.

"Woah, Lydia...What are you talking about?" He looked slightly annoyed at the mention of Stiles, but his concern seemed to mask that.

"He was here. He was in my house. But, there was something different about him." Lydia shook her head, sniffling. "Something's wrong, I know it."

Aiden tried to make sense of what she was saying. "Yeah, he has a Japanese dark spirit sitting inside of him."

"No! Aiden," She gripped his shoulders even tighter. "I think something happened. He was here. He was right here. But it wasn't him."

Aiden stared at her for a moment, before realization swept over him. "You think the spirit has taken over him again?"

Lydia hadn't realized how much she didn't want to hear that, until it came out of Aiden's mouth. She quickly nodded. "We need to call Scott."

Aiden didn't hesitate, "Alright." he quickly fumbled for his phone in his pocket, slipping out and dialing the number he'd grown to know by heart. When the ringing began, he handed it to Lydia, who's shaking hands grasped it desperately.

Pressing the phone to her ear, Lydia begged for Scott to pick up, silently.

She didn't have to wait long, as it seemed he picked up almost instantly. "Aiden, I was just about to call you." his voice was laced with something that confirmed Lydia's fears.

"He's gone, isn't he?" she let out through trembling lips. "Stiles, he's...he's missing."

"Lydia?" Scott sounded surprised. "Uh, yeah, how did you know? Did you hear something?" Scott asked, knowingly.

"More like saw." Lydia looked towards Aiden, who nodded for her to continue. "Scott, he was here."

"Wait, what do you mean? He was at your house?" Lydia could hear Scott shushing a questioning Sheriff in the background.

"I think so. I'm not sure. One minute he was there. The next he wasn't." Lydia lifted her palm to her forehead, trying to recollect what she'd just encountered. "Something was wrong with him though. He wasn't himself. He was," she filed for a word. "He was terrifying."

Scott fell silent, and Lydia knew he understood what that meant.

"Scott, we have to find him." Lydia spoke. "He's going to do something."

"I know." Scott sighed. Aiden stood up straight, folding his arms as he continued to listen in on the phone call. "Okay, you're with Aiden, right?"

"Yes." Lydia spoke quickly, meeting Aiden's frowned gaze.

"Good. You'll be safe. I need you two to help look for him. If we're going to find him, we need to do it quickly, and the only way to do that is by splitting into groups." Scott explained.

"I agree." Lydia slowly slid off her counter, her heart rate finally getting back to normal speed. She cringed as her feet felt sticky due to the drying energy drink.

"You and Aiden will look for Stiles around town. Any public area you think he would remember going to. The mall, The gas station, anywhere where you think he could cause harm to a large amount of people. Any place he could cause alot of chaos. Allison and I will look around the school and track. Sheriff and Argent are going to look around Stiles house and the station. We'll all meet back at Derek's. Sound okay to you two?" Scott completed, awaiting their agreement.

"Whatever you think is best, is what I'm going with." Lydia informed, walking around her kitchen island.

Aiden leaned his arms on the counter, eyeing her.

"Okay. Be careful. And keep in touch. If you two need help, scream, or call out. I'll hear you." He assured.

"Will do. Bye." Lydia chewed the inside of her lip.

"Bye." Scott hung up, and Lydia turned to Aiden, her breathing shaky.

"What happens if we don't find him?" Aiden raised his eyebrows. "How much damage could he do?"

"...Let's see. The last time the nogitsune took over, he shoved a sword through his best friends abdomen, and slammed Kira's head on a metal lab table." Lydia squinted her eyes. "You really want to risk seeing what he does next?"

"No, but if we need to find him before his next move, we shouldn't look in unlikely places." Aiden shrugged.

"What are you talking about." Lydia shook her head.

"When's the last time Stiles has gone to the mall Lydia?" Aiden said as if it was obvious. "I barely know the kid, but I know him enough to know that's not where he spends his spare time."

"So what's your point?" Lydia tucked a strand of hair behind her ears.

"Where would a nogitsune go, to cause chaos and strife, to a large amount of defenseless people? A place, that Scott ironically didn't think to check?" Lydia thought over Aiden's clues as he threw them out.

"..The hospital." Lydia whispered.

"Ding, Ding, Ding." Aiden spoke, a small smirk creeping on his lips.

Scott shoved his phone back in his pocket. "Alright, Lydia and Aiden know the plan. We should probably get going."

Allison's nodded. "I called my father. He's waiting for you at the station." she turned to Sheriff.

The Sheriff pinched the bridge of his nose.

"We're going to find him." Scott placed his hand on the Sherriff's shoulder. "I promise."

"Thank you, Scott. But I'm not so concerned about finding him, as I am about which state we're going to find him in."

Allison and Scott glanced at each other before Allison cleared her throat.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Because, no matter what the plan is to save him." Allison reminded. "Right, Scott?"

"Absolutely. I won't let anyone hurt him. The plan is to save him, and that's the plan I'm going with." Scott gave his shoulder a light squeeze.

"Alright." The Sheriff let out a tired sigh, before he let his hand drop. "Let's go catch my son."

Lydia sped around another corner, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"Lydia, slow down." Aiden shrunk into his seat. "I can heal, but I'd rather not have to heal another broken spine."

"Sorry," Lydia breathed a laugh. "I just, I don't want to miss him."

"We won't." Aiden leaned his head back against the seat. "But we might, if you continue to just speed around right turns."

"What?" Lydia turned her wheel to the right again.

"You keep going right. That right there was your 4th one. I'm pretty sure four rights, equals a circle. Meaning our whole plan to check at the hospital is kind of failing right now." he chuckled.

"I'm just following the navigation system." Lydia rolled her eyes.

"Well, that must be hard. Considering it's not even on." Aiden tapped the screen.

Lydia snapped her head to look at the navigation screen. It was in fact blank. Just as he'd said.

"Oh no." Lydia gasped, tears welling in her eyes. "I need to pull over."

"What?"

"I need to pull over right now." Lydia began to grip at the wheel, spinning it at an unnatural speed.

"Lydia! Whoa!" Aiden's hand grabbed onto the door. "Lydia! Watch out!"

Lydia yanked the car to the left, losing track of where she was going.

"LYDIA!" Aiden shouted, his heart rate shooting up. "STOP!"

Lydia yelped, slamming her foot on the brake, causing the car to jerk forward, before coming to a complete stop.

The car was silent, only the sounds of loud gasps for air filling the surroundings.

Aiden was the first to speak. "What the hell was that?"

Lydia inched her eyes upward, looking through the windshield glass. In front of her, lying face up on the road, with blood seeping through his shirt, was Stiles Stilinski. He looked lifeless. As though he'd been dead for hours. This image was enough to cause Lydia to snap out of her trance.

"Stiles!" She shouted, pushing open her door, and hurrying around her car to get to him.

Aiden was quickly to her side, stopping her before she could reach the unconsious boy.

"Let go of me! He's dying!" Lydia struggled against him.

"No, he's not! Look!" Aiden pointed to Stiles, who's chest could be seen slowly rising and falling.

Lydia let out a sigh of relief, a single tear falling down her rosy cheek.

"Remember how Scott said, if we needed him, to scream?" Aiden didn't move his eyes from Stiles.

Lydia looked up at him.

"Lydia, scream."

Lydia then realized the burning sensation that had gained in her throat. She'd been so distracted, she didn't even pay attention to the signs her body was giving her. Without another moment of hesitation, she opened her lips, sucked in a breath, and let out a gut wrenching scream.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Teen Wolf", nor do I profit in this story other than the satisfaction of becoming a better writer. I do not claim to own any of these pre-written characters. All belong to the creator Jeff Davis and various copyright holders!

A/N: Hello, lovelies. I am so sorry this keeps taking so long to get the next chapter out. My inspiration has just lacked since the last season's finale. But I hope this chapter made up for the long wait. Thank you for being so patient and for all your wonderful reviews, they really are what keeps me going! x