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Stepping into Derek's loft, Aurelia and Noah were immediately met with Stiles. Stood in the centre of the room, a small grin spread across his face upon seeing them, both unarmed, both wanting to help him. Aurelia felt her chest shake with every breath, just seeing him broke her heart all over again.

Allowing the handcuffs to roll out from his hand, Stiles' attention was drawn back to his father. "You want to handcuff me?" He almost taunted, almost like it was a very dumb, nearing fatal, decision.

Noah walked forwards, showing no fear, only concern. "If my son is still here, if there's still a part of him standing here in front of me, then he'll put these on willingly." Noah spoke softly, walking closer to his son. "And he'll come with me, because he knows I'm here to protect him from himself and from others." Slowly, with tears in his solemn eyes, Stiles lifted his hands. Slowly, Noah clipped them around his wrists. Stiles kept his eyes down the whole time, fixated on the floor. But the moment the second cuff clicked shut, his eyes returned to his fathers. A deadly, almost amused, look in his eyes. "You're not my son." Noah grimaced, stepping back and away from the boy before him.

Tearing his wrists apart, the handcuffs snapped and shot in different directions to the floor. Jumping at the vicious action, Stiles' attention was drawn to the Phoenix stood in the corner. Feeling her blood run cold, she watched as the man before her smiled eerily and stepped forwards.

With his eyes glowing, Derek stepped through the door and placed himself between Aurelia and the dark spirit. Allison moved forwards, her taser held tightly in her hand. Stiles almost smiled at her effort, but as she shot it forwards, it dropped.

Gripping the wire, the electricity seemed to flow around his hands, not a flinch present as he wound up the wire and threw it on the floor. The taser pulling roughly from her hand and landing on the other side of the room.

Derek then stepped forwards, intending to throw a punch towards his face. However, superhumanly, Stiles grabbed his arm and threw him to the floor. Derek landed on the floor with a groan, pain and confusion radiating his body.

Click.

All of a sudden, the noise drew everyone away from the battle and drew Derek away from the floor. Stood directly in front of Stiles was Chris Agent, his gun held tightly in his hand. His finger danced on the trigger as he directed it at Stiles' forehead.

"Argent, listen to me. Don't do this." Noah begged, stepping towards him. Only Argent tightened his grip. Aurelia moved closer and placed a hand on Chris' arm, looking up into his cold expression.

"Why not? I've done it before. Werewolves, berserkers." He listed, blinking hard. "I can easily add a Nogitsune to the list."

"You're not going to shoot my son." Noah warned, cocking his gun and aiming for Chris' head.

Aurelia stepped away, removing herself from the possible line of Noah's shot. "Put the gun's down!" Lia demanded, her plea falling on deaf ears as she only grew more angry.

"You said it yourself, Sheriff. That's not your son." Chris bartered, his eyes never leaving the Nogitsune before them. It may not have been Stiles mentally, but he was still in there.

"Put it down." Noah demanded. "Put it down."

Aurelia watched as Stiles' expression changed, as he pleaded to his father. "Dad, he's going to shoot me. He's going to kill me, Dad." He spoke, tears streaming from his eyes. But Aurelia knew better.

That wasn't Stiles.

"Don't listen." Agent begged, against Noah's incessant pleas for him to lower the gun.