Blue Love

Debby's POV

Once Malia and I came from our highs and she unchained me. I watched her chest move up and down while she sleeps .She looked more comfortable then I every seen. I feel way different is that good? I mean it seem liked our soul merged. Looking outside toward the sky I notice how bright the sky was shining my eyes. I slowly moved from Malia; which failed miserable when she pulled me back harshly,

"Where are you going?"

I laugh at how cute she looked muttering in the pillow. Ruffling her hair I smile,

"I was going to the bathroom"

She releases her grip slowly closing her eyes once again. Walking from the bathroom I quietly move on the bed leaning on the headboard reaching over for my phone. Instantly it begins to ring; checking the ID it read "MAMA MCCALL" Turning to Malia hesitantly I answer the call,

"Hi Mrs. McCall...Yeah I'm on the way...Make sure he doesn't move"

I hanged up the phone, turning to Malia I shake her awake. Lifting up she glares at me grabbing my wrist

"What? I thought we agreed to sleep in."

"Sorry"

Getting out of bed lifting my shirt heading into my clothes picking out a cute light blue tank top with a blue shear blouse with some Blue jean shorts and not forgetting the shoes I wore some cute flats. Arriving to the hospital with Malia we caught up with a nurse directing us to the room. As we got closer I could hear Stiles and Mrs. McCall. What ever was going on it seems to be Stiles' fault,

"I'm completely and totally fine."

" completely and totally have a concussion, Stiles. Lie back down. The doctor said you're not leaving without a CT scan."

"We still haven't paid for the last one."

"Oh, no, no, no. Meredith is at the station. Your dad said it could take some time but he will get her to talk. Even if I let you go, what would you do?"

"Okay, fine. Can you do me one little favor?"

"Anything."

"Can you get me a tape player?"

"Like cassettes?"

"Yes. Tapes."

"Yeah, I'll see what I can do."

"Okay, tapes, though, please."

"Cassettes."

Malia and I walk over just in time for Mrs. McCall walking outside. Looking up at us she smiles,

"Glad you...Girls could come"

I nod,

"Yeah is Stiles in there"

"Yeah, maybe you guys can calm him down"

"We'll try."

I turned to Malia,

"Go inside I'll be there in a second"

She nods hesitantly walking into Stiles' Room. I looked at Mrs. McCall who looked stress to the point,

"Mrs. McCall?"

She smile,

"Yeah what is it Debby"

"Where are the bill for Stiles and the sheriff I'll pay for them its no trouble"

"Debby"

"Please"

"Ok"

She smiles nodding pointing to a desk. Walking over she nudges me smiling,

"So"

"So...?"

She laughs,

"Malia and you work things out"

I was shocked *How did she know* before I could ask she smiles cutting me off,

"Your like a daughter to me Debby I watch out for you and Scott told me what happen in the vault."

"Thank you Mrs. McCall"

Looking over at the Door I'm hit with an Idea,

"Mrs. Call"

"Yeah"

"Can you do me a favor, and keep this a secret"

"Sure"

Opening Stiles room I see him laying on the bed,

"Hi Stiles"

He looks up,

"Debby"

I looked at Malia and she looked uncomfortable but shakes it off moving to my side instantly. Stiles notices this and it turned awkward fast taking a deep breath Stiles looks at us then our interlock hands,

"How are you"

I smile,

"Fine what about you I heard you almost got killed"

He nods

"I heard you almost got killed"

Malia raises an eyebrow while I sit next to Stiles patting bed, but she holds out her hand lifting me up so she could sit down and have me sit in her lap. Stiles laughs,

"Brunski punched me in the out he was a serial killer."

Malia laughs,

"Makes sense"

We giggle a little before Stiles looked at us,

"Yeah, what about you guys?"

Malia looks at me then at Stiles,

"I was almost Burned and Debby almost had her heart ripped out"

Stiles looks at me alarmed caressing my Cheek,

"You ok?"

I laugh pulling away from his grip,

"I'm fine"

Stiles looked at Malia and she takes a deep breath rubbing my thighs,

"Stiles listen"

He looks at her confused,

"I don't have much practice in things like forgiveness. Some things I'm picking up fast ,But other things are like..."

"Like math?"

Malia nods,

"I hate math."

Stiles laughs,

"Point taken"

Malia nods looking back at me before turning to Stiles,

"I love Debby, and I know you like her two, but your feelings will never top mine. I'll be with her life and Death"

Stiles looks at me then at Malia nodding,

"I know, I'm really happy for you too"

Malia looks at me and I nod while she speaks up,

"Stiles I don't hate you...much"

"Malia"

"Sorry"

I laugh at her turning to Stiles,

"Its a process, but she's my process"

Malia kisses my neck smoothing some of the tension. I could tell this was by for the most awkward for her. Looking at Malia she was looking at how I felt Standing up I open the door turning to Stiles,

"I'm gonna go."

Stiles looked at us,

"You don't have to."

Malia nods,

"We should go."

As Malia and I walked out the door my phone begins ringing,

"Lydia Hey...Ok...Take your time"

Malia raises an eyebrow,

"Lydia is beginning to get Meredith talking and she still needs a little time"

Malia nods we look over and see Stiles franticly making his way over taking deep breaths,

"I need you guys help"

Me, Stiles and Malia are back at his house listening to the tape Brunski made when he killed Lorraine. It was by far freaky, On it Lorraine says there is something she has to do. Brunski says they have to return her to Eichen House but Lorraine says she knows they're not going back because she can hear the "recorder in your pocket." She says he plans to record her death just as he did "the others." Stiles realizes that her murder didn't happen at Eichin House. We listen to the tape again to try to figure out where Lorraine died. While listening I hear something nudging Stiles,

"That's it. That's where it is."

Stiles raises an eyebrow while I point to the player,

"Play it again and turn it up."

Stiles nod rewinding the tape recorder listening to it over,

"No. No. I don't think you're gonna be taking me anywhere. I can hear the recorder in your pocket. It's on now, isn't it? You're making a tape. Just like you taped the others."

Malia looks at me alarmed,

"It's the record player."

Stiles turns off the tape looking at Malia,

"What record player?"

Malia looks at me with realization and I turned to Stiles,

"The one in the lake house, in the study."

Stiles looks at us raising an eyebrow,

"So she escaped from Eichen House to go back to listen to a record player?"

Malia stands up looking at us,

"Well, she was like Lydia, right?"

I nod,

"She was a Banshee?"

Stiles nods looking still slightly conflicted,

"Yeah, but only once."

I nod,

"She predicted Maddy's death and then just spent decades trying to predict something else."

Malia looks at us,

"Maybe she finally did."

Then it hits me and I turn to Stiles catching on to Malia's theory,

"And what if this time, it wasn't just one death, it was a lot of deaths?"

Stiles nods,

"Like the dead pool."

I nod looking at Malia,

"What if all those years ago, Lorraine predicted it?"

Malia nods looking at us pacing around. I turned to Stiles,

"And she knew there was something in the study that could stop it?"

Stiles grabs his keys heading to the door,

"Then we're going to the lake house."

Once I texted Scott and Lydia keeping them in the loop we arrive to the Lake house. Stiles, Malia and I head to the room. Surrounding the player we begin listening. For what seem like hours and hours we couldn't hear nothing. Malia looked at me sighing deeply,

"This is useless"

Stiles nods,

"What are we doing? This room wasn't even made for us."

Malia nods,

"We need someone like Lydia or Meredith, and we're just sitting here listening to a stupid record player play a record that doesn't play anything."

Malia laughs sarcastily,

"Come on. There's plenty of other things we can be totally useless doing."

Stiles stands up turning off the play angrily walking toward the door. Suddenly I begin hearing something. I turn to Malia and she noticed it too. I turn to Stiles,

"Stiles."

He stops in his track turning to me uneasy,

"Yes?"

I looked at Malia and she nods,

"I can still hear it too"

Stiles raises an eyebrow looking at the record player and back to us,

"But it's not on."

I looked around shaking my head,

"Then it's something else."

Malia nods,

"Something spinning."

Walking over Stiles checks the record player and the table it's on and notices a coaxial cable extending out of the wall behind it. We move everything and Stiles starts ripping the cable up and out of the wall. The drywall splits as he pulls the cord toward the ceiling. Malia and I tear away the remaining board and find large, old fashioned, reel driven computer tape drives behind the wall. Malia looks at me,

"Uh...What is this?"

I sigh,

"A dead pool."

Malia steps forth instantly I grab her wrist gently shaking my head laughing,

"You can't just smash it to pieces."

She raises an eyebrow,

"Okay?"

Stiles nod,

"If this thing's being used to disseminate the list, then it's probably gonna keep going until everyone's dead."

Uneasy I turn to them asking while raising an eyebrow,

"Then what do we do?"

Stiles rubs his forehead,

"It needs some kind of prompt or command or something, right?"

Looking around in the room everything seem to much put together. Nothing seem out of order, while looking I notice at the corner of my eye I see Malia stepping back toward the Machines. Stiles instantly grabs her,

"No, no, no."

Malia glares at him then turns to me pointing at the machine,

"What about a key?"

Taking a double take I look and then it clicks. Malia figure it out, she realized that there is a control on the face of the central unit that is accessed by a key. Pulling out my phone I toss it to Stiles instantly,

"Call Lydia"

Via video call, Stiles shows Lydia the computers but she doesn't know anything that might help. She asks if there is a monitor and Stiles says there's nothing like that, showing her the room again. She realizes that some kind of wine stain is gone. She says the stain can't be gone because she bribed Brunski with the $500 she was saving for the carpet cleaning. Knowing that red wine stains don't just disappear, she realizes that the it might not have been wine. Lydia begins speaking Since the ashes in her grandmother's urn were not ashes, the study isn't a study and the record player isn't a record player, she figures the wine might not have been wine and sends Stiles to find the bottle. It's a 1982 Cotes du Rhone.

Stiles returns quickly with the bottle. It clinks when he shakes it but he doesn't have a "wine opener." Malia solves the problem throwing and breaking it. They find a key among the wet shards of glass. Stiles rushes to the bank of computers, inserts the key and turns it. At first nothing happens but Suddenly the computer reels stop turning as the machinery whines to a halt. Racing over to my bag I pull out my IPAD and log into the assassins screen where they talked with the benefactor, luckily Stiles showed me how. I looked at the screen for a few minutes. Malia and Stiles looked at me. Taking a step toward me Malia hesitantly ask,

"Is it Over"

I hold up the screen for both of them,

"You tell me"

The screen had a message that changed everything It is a message from the Benefactor, "ALL CONTRACTS TERMINATED." Stiles turns to me smiling and Malia instantly grabs me into a hug. It seems like everything was over, but why do I feel like this only was the begin of something bigger than we can handle.