First chapter of the sequel, YEAH, I hope you guys like this as much as the last one. I don't anything Teen Wolf, all I own are my OC's. As always enjoy and leave any comments if you want.


When she was a freshman in high school, Sawyer had once stayed up for over twenty-six hours straight. It was finals week and she had been determined to get good grades in all of her classes. She had headed to work after school, and once done with her shift she had come home and went straight to studying. She stayed up all night, chugging Redbull after Redbull until her alarm notified her that it was time for school. She walked into school took all of her exams, passed each one, drove home, and promptly passed out and slept for the next day. She had never been more tired in her life on that day, never thought that she could somehow feel more exhausted than what she had on that day.

Until now.

Waking up the next day, after leaving her mom in the hospital and going home with Mama McCall, Sawyer felt like she hadn't even slept at all. Her entire body felt heavy, with bones like lead and her brain fuzzy, she somehow managed to drag herself out of the bed that Mama McCall had shown her last night. It was her chest that ached most of all though; she felt like someone was holding her down and placing brick after brick on her chest. It was hard to breathe, hard to feel, hard to even pick up her feet, yet she still managed to keep moving.

She adapted, she always did, and soon the feeling of heaviness in her chest would pass, and with it all of the guilt she harbored too. She hoped, at least, because she had far too much going on to worry about something as silly as feeling guilty. Ignoring the pain of emptiness in her chest, Sawyer managed to drag her feet downstairs and into the McCall's kitchen.

Cassidy was already in the kitchen, pushing his cereal around with a spoon, looking completely disinterested. He hadn't noticed her yet, or maybe he had and just didn't care to acknowledge her, either way, Sawyer took this time to look at her brother.

His brown, curly, hair was a mess; a sign that he had not brushed it yet. There were dark circles forming under his eyes, probably from all the lack of sleep, and his eyes looked so sad. They hadn't talked much since coming back from the hospital. It seemed that any conversation they now had already seemed to end with one of them angry at the other. So, they had reverted to just a few words and a couple of glances. Sawyer could never remember a time when she and her brother had been this far apart. She didn't like it, but she also didn't know how to stop it either.

"Hey," She finally said.

Cassidy swirled around the spoon and didn't bother looking up, "Hey," He responded back.

Sawyer felt awkward and out of place, unsure of how to diffuse the unspoken tension between her and her brother. "I'm going to the hospital today, want to come?"

His head perked up slightly but he still didn't meet her eyes, "Is mom awake?"

Sawyer cleared her throat, "Um, no, not yet, actually I was going to check up on Lydia."

Cassidy deflated, "Oh," he whispered softly and there was a pregnant pause. He waited a couple moments and pushed around his spoon some more, "You know what, I'm not actually feeling that great, I think I'm just going to go lie down." He ended the sentence by pushing his cereal away and getting up from his seat.

As he passed her, Sawyer tried to reach out to him by putting a hand on his shoulder, but he brushed her off. She opened her mouth to say something to him, anything really, but the words she was looking for were not there. How was it, that in less than two days, she felt like she had aged twenty years?

Shoving down her disappointment and guilt, Sawyer grabbed her keys and made her way to her car. As she drove to the hospital, she made sure to blast the radio, the last thing she needed was to be driving alone with her thoughts. The music hurt her sensitive ears, but it did the trick just fine. She was able to focus on driving and the bland pop songs that blasted in her car.

Sawyer arrived to the hospital on auto-pilot, like she had been these past few days. She would park towards the back, where less cars were, and then walk into the hospital asking for any updates on her mother. Except this time, she wasn't here for her mother, well, not entirely. This time she was here for Lydia and wanted to make sure that she was okay. After all, it was her father who had bit her and left her for dead. Sawyer's really hoping that Lydia won't hold it against her, or worse, think that she had anything to do with it. If she had known that Pe-

Nope. She won't think of him, or his name. Too many bad thoughts pop up when she says his name. The hole in her chest on worsened when she thought about him. She couldn't say his name, couldn't even think it. It's too dangerous to think about him.

Taking a deep breath and calming herself down, Sawyer walked up to front desk and somehow manage to ask where Lydia was politely. She was in the ICU, still, and the very thought of her being there still worried Sawyer deeply. Derek had told her that sometimes the bite didn't always take, that it could possibly kill you. Was that happening to Lydia? Was the bite too much for her? Was her body rejecting it and now it was killing her?

God, she hoped not, she can't take another death.

Fully expecting to be the only person visiting Lydia, besides her parents, Sawyer was surprised to see Stiles in the chair outside Lydia's room. And of course, he couldn't just patiently sit in a chair and wait to see Lydia. No, that wouldn't be Stiles. No, instead he was lying in a rather uncomfortable position, sleeping, muttering something under his breath. Sawyer could let him sleep, after all, he probably needed it just as much as she did.

But then again, she didn't want to be alone with her thoughts and Stiles was always a nice distraction.

"Stiles," She said softly, gently nudging his shoulder trying to wake him up, "Stiles." She said in a sing-song voice this time. Stiles only responded by smacking his lips and grinning stupidly. Sawyer huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Well, he did ask for this. "Stiles," She said his name loudly this time but he still didn't stir. Rolling her eyes, Sawyer took a hand smacked him across the face while yelling his name loudly.

When his eyes shot open and he jumped from his awkward position, looking around wildly, Sawyer knew that he was fully awake. "Great, now that your up, can you tell me if there's been any change with Lydia?" She asked sitting down it the seat next to him.

Stiles, while rubbing his cheek said, "No, she's still asleep," He mumbled and turned to her, "And can you be a little more gentle next time you wake me up."

Sawyer hitched an eyebrow, "How many times are you planning on me waking you up?" She asked flirtishly.

A faint blush appeared over Stiles's face, "That depends," he asked stuttering slightly, "On how gentle you can be."

"I'm not known for being gentle, Stiles."

"I know." He said with a wink.

Sawyer became flustered after that. It was weird to be flirting with Stiles after everything that had happened over the weekend. At the same time, though, it also felt good. It felt good to be a teenager and do regular teenage things, like flirting with someone you like.

Their silence was interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing and both looked up to see Melissa standing there, a bright smile on her face, looking at the both of them. The sight of Melissa brought Sawyer to her feet and she moved forward anxiously, "Is there any news?" She asked hopefully.

Melissa's smile lightened less as she blinked a few times, "Lydia's awake, but only family is allowed to see her at this time."

Sawyer let out a sigh of relief and she felt a weight lifted from her chest, only to be replaced by another. She was alive, which was great, but then, what did that mean? Was Lydia now a werewolf-like her, or was she something else? Sawyer shook the thought from her head and decided that she would worry about that later. "Any my mom?" She asked in a hopeful tone.

Melissa let out a small sigh and her smile turned to a sad one, "She still hasn't woken up, but, the doctors are sure that she will within the next day or two," Sawyer slumped her tense shoulders and balled her hands into a fist to keep from crying. Melissa touched her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly, "Your mom went through something traumatic, the body, sometimes it just takes time to heal."

"Yeah," Sawyer said in defeat, "Time to heal."

Melissa looked sadden by her reaction but and looked at her like she wanted to say something else but couldn't quite think of the words. However, before she could say anything more, the room to Lydia's room opened and a man, who she could only assume was Lydia's father, walked out. He stopped and looked at both her and Stiles, who stood up and clutched his 'Get Well Soon' balloon tightly.

He narrowed his eyes and pointed at them, "He's been here all day," He said while pointing at Stiles.

"Actually, he's been here all weekend." Melissa said and Stiles looked at her accusingly but the older woman just shrugged her shoulders and went back to reading her charts.

Lydia's father looked back to Stiles with a raised eyebrow. Stiles's eyes widened as he began to flush, "I'm just going… I'm gonna…snack!" He sputtered out before turning on his feet and rushing towards the vending machine down the hall.

Lydia's father shook his head and made a face that Sawyer had seen so many times of Lydia, "Weird." He then turned his attention towards her, "And you are?" He asked with an almost insulting tone.

Sawyer narrowed her eyes at him, "I'm a friend of Lydia's." She said forcefully.

"Right," He said as if he didn't believe her, "Well, Lydia's doing fine so why don't you just run along." He made a shooing motion with his hands and Sawyer had the urge to punch this man.

"With all due respect, sir, I would rather stay and wait."

"Only family can see her."

"So that means that I can't wait, to see her?"

Lydia's father rolled his eyes and waved a dismissive hand at her, "Whatever, do what you want, I have to make a call and she's taking a shower right now." As he walked away from her, Sawyer made a face and stuck her tongue out at the elder man. Well, at least Sawyer now knew why Lydia had such utterly low and shitty standards for men.

With Stiles away and Lydia in the clear, Sawyer took a deep breath and made her way to the room she had been dreading most. Her mother's room. The one that she had been avoiding but at the same time could not stay away from. She hated seeing her mother in such a state but it also relieved her to still hear her heart beating.

Her mother's room wasn't that far of a walk from Lydia's, so it only took her a few minutes to find it. The door was open and she knocked on it, alerting the nurse that she was there, and flashed her visitor badge. The nurse nodded and left the room, leaving Sawyer and her mother alone.

Sawyer took her usual spot next to her mother in the uncomfortable hospital chair. And as she had done the days before, Sawyer took her mother's hand and began taking away some of her pain. She watched as the black lines from her mother's arm began creeping over to hers and the pain began to start again. She had thought that if she took some of her mother's pain away then maybe she would wake up sooner, or recover faster. But the only thing that it seems to be doing is causing Sawyer more pain.

She didn't care though, she could take it, hell, she had taken worse. What's a little more pain compared to the emptiness that laid her chest? God, she wanted her mother to wake up so badly; she also dreaded having to tell her about what happened at the Hale house. The last thing she wanted to see on her mom's face was heartbreak.

A blood-curdling scream, one she could recognize anywhere, echoed throughout the hospital. Sawyer sprung to her feet and ripped her hand from her mother's, rushing out of her room and back down to Lydia's.

If only she had waited a few more moments to see her mother's green eyes fly open.


The first thing that Blake realized when coming back into consciousness is that her side hurt. A lot. Like, a lot, a lot. She groaned and moved a hand to her side to try and see why it hurt so much. Her hand was stopped by a tangle of wires and Blake frowned. What the hell? She lifted herself up a little bit, wincing at the pain, and looked around the room. She was in a sterile room, a monitor was to her left while a chair was to her right, and she was wearing a flimsy hospital gown. So, apparently Kate's gunshot did a little more damage than intended; or less, depending on who you ask. Blake looked around the room for anything that could help identify the date. To her, she felt like she had been out for only a couple of hours, but Blake had enough medical knowledge to know that probably wasn't the case.

God, what had happened while she was out? Was Sawyer alright, did Argent handle Kate? Was Kate dead? Was Peter dead? Wait if she had been out for a while then who had been taking care of her kids? The thoughts were too much and Blake needed answers and she needed them now! She searched for the nurse's call button and practically ripped the thing from its place on the bed once she found it. She smashed the button in rapid succession until she saw Melissa McCall frantically run into her room with a look of both worry and happiness.

Melissa looked at her with a crooked smile, the same one the Scott had and waited a few moments to catch her breath. "How do you feel?" She asked with a slight hint of humor.

Blake merely glared at her as she tossed the button to the side and began pulling back her blankets, "Like I got shot by a psychotic, ambidextrous, bitch," She said in raspy, dry, voice as she tried scooting forward, "How long was I out for?"

"A couple of days," Melissa rushed to her side, "Blake you shouldn't be moving around so much, you could tear your stitches open."

Blake merely shrugged her shoulders as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. The feeling of pins and needles radiated down both her legs but Blake merely ignored it. She needed to find Sawyer and Cassidy to make sure that everything was still alright. Mentally counting to three, Blake stood up on her own two feet.

Then immediately got dizzy and would have fallen if Melissa hadn't been there to catch her. "You also lost a lot of blood," Melissa told her as she eased her back onto the bed, "So, you're going to have to take it easy for a little bit."

"Sawyer and Cassidy?" She asked looking up at the other woman.

Melissa smiled, "They're staying with me until you get released," She chuckled, "Sawyer was actually just here, but something happened with her friend, Lydia I think, and she went to go check on her."

"And Kate?" Melissa paused for a moment and stood up straighter, as if she was thinking about whether or not she should explain something to her. "Tell me what happened to Kate." She demanded, though she didn't sound so intimidating with her scratchy voice.

"They found her body in the Hale House, her throat had been slashed open, animal claws by the looks of it."

Peter.

"Anything else?" Blake asked. Melissa bit her lip nervously, "Melissa what else is there? Was there another body?"

"No, it's not that, it's just…" She trailed off and there was a pregnant pause. She took a deep breath and gave Blake a serious look, "Blake what were you doing there?"

She could tell Melissa the truth, although she has a feeling that telling her friend she was there to murder someone might put a dent in their relationship. She could lie, but then again, Blake would have to keep track of that, and honestly, that is something that she didn't want to do. It would be too much work and eventually she would screw up her story somehow. So, now she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. It also didn't help that she had no idea what everyone else had said.

"Blake," Melissa said her namely softly. She had her hands clasped over each other, nervously waiting for her response. "Whatever you say, I won't repeat it to anyone else, not even the Sheriff."

Blake sniffed and wiped her misty eyes, "I didn't go there to kill Kate if that's what you were wondering, or, at least that wasn't the plan."

"What exactly was your plan then?"

"Argent came over to my house warning me how Kate had lost it; he explained everything to me how he found out that Kate was the one responsible for the Hale house fire and all the killings…" She lied about the last part, but hey, it's not like she could say that her baby daddy turned into a murderous, rage-filled, werewolf monster, killing everybody, "She was going after Sawyer next so he and I figured out where she was most likely to go and planned on confronting her." She shrugged, "When things didn't go as planned, I shot Kate in the arm, trying to stop her from hurting Scott, and, well, turns out she's ambidextrous, so here we are…" She gestured to the hospital room.

Melissa frowned, "What was Scott doing there?"

Blake through her hands up in the air, "I don't know, to be honest with you I had no idea any of those kids were going to be there." She paused, "He didn't tell you what happened."

Melissa sighed and sat down in the chair, "He told me a story, but, I'm not quite sure if it's actually the truth." She slumped down even further and rested her feet on the end of her bed, "Some of what he said just doesn't add up."

They went silent and Blake felt a stab of guilt. She knew what Scott was hiding and it was killing her not to tell her friend. Melissa just wanted to make sure her son was okay, and Blake couldn't fault her for that. She would want the same for both of her children if she was in Melissa's position. Well, actually she kind of was in Melissa's position, so, yeah, Blake totally got it.

"Hey, Melissa," Blake said, interrupting their silence.

"Yeah," Called back absent mindedly, still thinking about something else.

"I don't mean to be that patient, but I really have to pee and I don't think I can walk to the bathroom."

Melissa sighed heavily but Blake caught the edges of her lips tip upwards into the beginnings of a smile, "Alright," She said and maneuvered herself into a standing position, "Let's get this over with."

"You going to stay and watch?"

Melissa rolled her eyes, "I have to see your urine output and to make sure you're not peeing any blood, so, two birds one stone." When she caught the look on her face she scoffed, "Oh, don't give me that look, Blake."