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The partly wet leaves on the ground crumpled loudly under Chris's feet, He managed to stay as quiet as possible. For Days Gerard and Chris had been searching for the Dread Doctors lair. They had both had suspicions that they were planning on bringing the beast back. The one the Argent family killed years ago, Chris didn't like working with my father much. He didn't trust him, and He didn't trust him around the pack, but he was crucial in finding and eliminating the Dread Doctors.

Chris was worried about the kids; they were all way above their heads in this supernatural nonsense. He remembers the days when Scott's biggest concern was when he was going to see Allison and the next big lacrosse game, not the responsibly of a pack, his own beta, and the big task of its own being a true alpha. Chris thought back to Stiles. The skinny defenseless human, who wasn't so defenseless anymore. For 16 Stiles had been through way too much from dealing with Scott's furry problem to being possessed by the nogitsune and Allison dying. But Scott and Stiles friendship stayed strong and they both protected each other immensely.

If the Dread Doctors were cooking up the beast in their hide out I knew the kids would have yet another challenge to solve, and another threat to face. The beast of Gevudan was a ruthless killer, it killed hundreds of people. Chris dared to hope that they weren't bringing the beast back because he didn't know if the kids could survive it this time.

And Theo. The kid claimed that he came to Beacon Hills to find a pack, after he found out that his friend Scott McCall from 4th grade was the true alpha. Scott and the pack trusted him, but Chris saw the apprehension in Stiles. He suspected that there was something up with Theo, and Chris was beginning to believe that whatever Stiles was seeing, he might have been right. Stiles Studied people looking at the good, and the bad in people. He didn't trust everyone he came across and usually covered it up with sarcasm and confidence. Stiles could plainly see that the rest of the pack trusted Theo, but Stiles wasn't as willing to open up. He kept things confined to himself and only shared with the pack when he felt he was safe to do so. Chris worried about Stiles, and Chris worried that the pack wouldn't be able to hold up under the pressure that was being put on them at the moment, Stiles needed to talk more. Scott needed to lead better, and well, the rest of the pack need to listen and follow. None of them are as in touch with their supernatural sides as Scott and Stiles. Stiles just needed to get better in touch with his spark, so it can ignite.

Chris dropped to his knees to inspect the ground further and felt the wetness of the ground spread into his jeans, he got back to his feet and wiped his hands on the side of his pants, he heard his phone go off and he sighed, he reluctantly took his phone out of his pocket and inspected the caller ID; Stiles.

Chris hoped that everything was okay and with shaking fingers answered it after the 3rd ring.

"Yes Stiles, what is it?" Chris spoke in a bored tired voice

Chris could hear the ragged breathing from the other end of the phone, and he could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest "Chris…Chris oh god … are you in Beacon Hills right now?"

Chris could hear the panic and desperation in the young Teens voice and was terrified to know what had happened "Yes!" he answered quickly "Stiles what is it? It everything ok?"

"no..no I need you to come to the school library now!" Stiles yelled as his breathing picked up franticly again "it's a matter of life or death"

Chris drew in a sharp breath at Stiles' panicked tone, and he had to fight to remain calm for the young boy at the other end of the phone. He could still hear Stiles' short shallow breaths and worried about the kid hyperventilating. "I'm on my way Stiles, now tell me what happened" he spoke softly and calmly as he ran fast through the dark night. Feet thumping loudly on the ground as he ran as fast as his legs would take him towards his SUV.

"I-I came to the school library" Stiles paused and Chris heard more panicked breaths from the other end of the phone "and it was a mess, someone had a massive fight" Chris finally found his car and jumped in as he continued to listen to Stiles. "there…. was a body" and Chris heard Stiles voice crack. Fighting the bile that threated to rise, he tried to push the dark thoughts back. Thoughts of Malia, Lydia, Liam and even Scott, dead.

So he tried to urge on "Stiles, come on" he made sure he spoke softly again.

"the body…it was Scott" Stiles voice cracked again but Chris hardly heard it over the blood rushing through his head, it felt like he was underwater. The sounds around him were muffled and he fought hard to bring air back into his air deprived lungs.

"What…. oh god…" and there was the panic again in his voice, Chris closed his eyes and breathed heavily, stopping himself from breaking down. Who would tell Melissa. Chris never hated Scott, he was always protective over his daughter and didn't want some 16-year-old newly turned werewolf stealing her heart, Chris mentally cringed when he remembers shooting the kid with an arrow on his first full moon. He guessed it made sense how scared he looked when he drove up in his red van the next day. He remembers Him and Gerard hunting him. "no,no,no" he whispered under his breath.

"he wasn't breathing and didn't have a pulse" Chris heard Stiles paused and swallow "Chris he was dead, I don't know how but I bought him back. But he is in a really bad way, he passed out no long after his heart started beating again. I need to get him somewhere safe but I can't do it by myself"

"Stiles don't worry I'm on my way" Chris tried to stay calm but he knew his voice gave away just how scared he really was. "just make sure he keeps breathing"

"thank you Chris" and then the phone went dead.

Chris was already on the main road that lead through the woods. He was driving way past the speed limit and could see out of the corner of his eyes the trees blurring past him. He kept his face ahead and tried to wipe all the emotion off his face, Scott isn't dead right now. Scott isn't dead right now, he repeated like a mantra in his head, screaming it over and over again. He seemed to get every red light on the way to the library, but he just kept on going. He could hear the car horns blaring behind him and angry drivers yelling their remarks. But he didn't care. He needed to get to the school.

Soon the school library came into view and he heaved a sigh of relief. Parking the car quickly he ran off the entrance of the school. Running into the school he could smell the metallic taste of blood immediately. Hoping not all of it was Scott's he continued running. Boots pounding loudly on the floor underneath him.

Getting to the entrance of the library he seemed to freeze. There was blood everywhere, the books where sprawled left forgotten where they lay, some of the bookshelves lay sideways on the ground. The large decorative window was broken and glass shards lay on the floor underneath the window seal. Large deep claw marks littered the floor and walls, tables were broken and chairs in pieces. Then were the two boys. One shorter teen with tears running down his face and legs jittering a million miles an hour. And the taller one, the one that should have been by his side. Was sprawled on the floor next to him, Chris could see the blood on his arms and face. Dripping from his hands onto the floor, his clothes torn and he could see the shallow breaths that made his chest rising barely visible.

Stiles turned to look at him. The relief that rushed down his face made Chris's heart squirm. Stiles waved him over and Chris quickly ran over at the command.

"no, no, no" he whispered as his hands ghosted over the holes that littered the teens body. He lifted the boy's shirt. The large gouge in his chest moved Chris' stomach, and he fought hard to stop the bile from rising to his mouth. He couldn't stop the shocked expression the crossed his face for a split second. "Stiles," Chris addressed the frantic boy next to him "if Scott wasn't a true alpha he wouldn't be alive right now. We need to get him somewhere safe and cleaned up"

Stiles was on autopilot. Nodding his head in quick sharp movements and he rose unsteadily to his feet. Shaking slightly. "my car is outside let's get him in the back, and get him home" again Stiles nodded silently.

Chris helped Stiles grab Scott's shoulders and host him up. He was completely unconscious and provided little to no help. Stiles helped Chris maneuver Scott's dead weight so he was standing up, and then move his floppy arms behind their shoulders so he was resting between them. Scotts head lolled and flopped to his chest as Stiles and Chris moved him.

Finally, Chris slammed the door of his car shut with Scott lying safely across the back seat. His head in Stiles lap. He got into the front and started driving quickly but carefully making sure he didn't worsen any of Scott's injuries.

After 5 minutes Chris' heart jumped when a low moan from the backseat caught his attention. Followed by a gurgled gasp and a groan. "Scott, buddy you are here with Stiles and Chris" Stiles said is a soft comforting voice to calm the panicking boy in front of him. Scott shook his head, and the turned as he threw up blood all over the floor of Chris' car.

"Oh god Chris" Stiles started and Chris couldn't tell if he was most scared about Scott's condition or the floor of his car. And to be honest Chris didn't care about his car at all.

"Stiles, its fine we need to get Scott home" he promised

Scott started mumbling and gurgling his words slurred and incoherent "St-ils so-oo-rrryyy"

"buddy there is nothing to be sorry for" stiles said softly "now who did this to you"

"th-eoo"

And Chris was ready to punch something.

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Chris and Stiles decided to take Scott back to Stiles house. When they pulled into the driveway Chris looked back, he wasn't surprised to see Scott back in the blank land of unconsciousness. Chris sent a silent prayer to anyone above- to anyone that would listen to keep Scott under, they didn't want him to wake up right now.

Chris pulled the car into park, taking his seatbelt off he quickly jumped out of the car and ran over to the backseat where Scott and Stiles were waiting. Letting Stiles slide Scott's head off his lap and shuffle over to the door. Between the both of them they quickly got Scott's limp body from the car and carried the young alpha slowly and carefully into the Stilinski household.

Carrying Scott in proved to be difficult. Scott was a dead weight completely limp. Stiles ended up carrying Scott's legs, while Chris held Scott under his armpits. His head lolled back uselessly with his mouth gapping open. Chris mentally cringed at the cuts and bruises that littered the skin visible. Making sure that his head didn't hit anything on the way in, they maneuvered him around the furniture.

Chris and Stiles moved Scott into the spare bedroom, laying him down on the bed they stripped him down to his underwear, and then that's where they got the full extent of his injuries. The large gaping hole his chest wasn't hard to miss. The 3 large claw marks that ran through his abdomen made the hair on the back of Chris' neck stand up. Scratches and bruises littered Scott's body. None were healing. Applying bandages to the deep dangerous injuries and cream to the minor ones, Chris redressed Scott.

When he came back to the bedroom Stiles was sleeping in the bed next to Scott. A protective arm over his abdomen. Stiles snored loudly, and Chris could see the deep breaths that Scott was taking, the boys were safe. Through all the stress of the chimeras, the dread doctors, the boys had found each other again. The boys shared a remarkable bond, and no one not even Theo could break it. It seemed even death couldn't hold the boys apart. They were not closer to solving their greatest problem than a week before, but somehow Chris new it would all be alright.

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