#'no one pass to mccall!!' coach voice 'PASS TO MCCALL!!!'

[kneworder]

why do people hate jackson on here he's so goofy he just loudly and confidently tries to be a bitchy alpha male before getting his shit rocked over and over and somehow the other characters still find him intimidating. brother that is mean girl fred jones.

[sunnyie-eve]

36 | Game Over

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Mention of rape, Allison's death, Aiden lives, and Isaac stays

| MASTERLIST |

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Meanwhile Julia was still trying to find away out but couldn't as Void kept following her around closely, "I'm gonna get out of here alone or someone is gonna find me." She comes to another door that wouldn't open as Void took a seat on the steps behind her.

"You think so? I myself, was kind of wondering what they're doing right now. What useless lead they're chasing. I wonder if maybe some of them have bigger problems to deal with right now. Are they really spending every minute looking for you? Remember the past when I took you, I had you for days because no one was looking. Or, are they waiting for nightfall? Focused on some hopeless gesture to pass the time while you suffer?"

Julia turns around to look at him, "No matter how hard I try I fail." She laughs at her self, "I just keep giving you more."

"More what?" He slowly stands up making his way towards her.

"What you crave..." She turns her back to him, "Everything I feel you, can't get enough of it..." She gives up staring into space feeling a bit numb as he breaths on her neck.

"What can I say? I am insatiable." He takes in her scent loving it as a tear falls down her cheek as she silently whimpers.

Meanwhile as the three get to the school they find coach in the music room tasing Brunski. "Well, get her out of here." He says and Stiles grabs Meredith.

Back at the jeep they turn to look at her, "Where Julia?" Stiles asks making her ask who's Julia.

"Just go to your house Scott." Lydia tell him.

When they rush inside back at Scott's house they see his dad waiting with Isaac. "What are you doing here?" Scott asks his dad making him ask the same thing.

"Free period. We're doing a group study." Stiles says only making Agent McCall ask about Meredith. Stiles claims she is his girlfriend which Meredith quickly says Stiles is not her type but says Isaac is her type.

"Wow, total opposite of Julia." Lydia laughs so Isaac gives her a look shoving her lightly to follow Stiles upstairs with Meredith. "What are you butt hurt she picked him over you?" She looks back at him. "I mean it makes sense since he didn't try killing me in the past thinking I was the Kanima." She adds.

"Hey, I'm sorry. My head was up my ass then. I learned better. I've already apologized to Julia many times in the past when we spent time together. She still doesn't let me forget about it." He tells her.

"Why did you guy get together at times?" She turns to face him before going into the room.

"We never got together, you know that. And we spent time together because I liked her." He explains.

"So what made you move onto Allison?"

"Julia obvious didn't like me as much as him. Can we drop this and figure out where Julia is?" He asks her.

"You are butt hurt." She laughs at him, "You like both but you have stronger feelings for Julia." He glares at her entering the room.

Once in Scott's room Stiles talks to Meredith and she realizes that Julia is the other red haired girl. She tells them Julia told her she doesn't want to be found. "That's...not what we were hoping for." Isaac sighs.

"Can we?" Lydia motions Isaac and Stiles towards the bathroom to chat about what they are to do.

Isaac wanted to scare Meredith to get her to help but Stiles tell him no, "Don't you want to find Julia? I know you two kind of have stuff going on. She slipped telling me y'all slept together." Isaac tells him.

"I- We- Listen, let's not right now, okay. It's nothing." He tells him while Lydia looks at Isaac, "We need to come up with something because we are not going to psychologically torture her." Stiles tells him.

"What if she's also a Banshee?" Lydia suggests.

While they try to get her to listen to the voices both boys start to bicker, instead she hears a phone ringing which none of them hear but Isaac goes along looking at Stiles. Stiles hands her his phone, she listens for a second then says coup de foudre. The two of them don't know what it means but Scott instantly recognizes the phrase as he walks in.

Once it was night Julia was still cornered by Void as they stood by each other, "Starting to get second thoughts?" She sees the look on his face, "With them being so close? Scared they're going to kill you?"

He smirks a bit, "Tell me do you sense me dying tonight or someone else?" He watches her focus on the voices making her eyes tear up as she hears the screams and cries say Allison's name over and over.

"No no no." She tries to get pass him but he wouldn't let her.

Finally everyone meets up at Oak Creek to get Julia back. Scott explains that they've been in the same situation before when they saved Malia who was a total stranger. Now they were there to save Julia. Isaac tries to break the tension with a joke saying he's just there because he didn't feel like doing homework.

He sees the look they were giving him, "Obviously I'm joking. I want Julia back and safe away from him just as much as Lydia wants."

They all walk in and do what they were supposed to do. Everyone but Stiles and Lydia would fight if needed while they and Scoot looked for Julia.

Void gets the door to open putting him and Julia in the little room, "I fear you have a trick up your sleeve." She eyes him pulling out one of the fox tails as the Oni show up.

"I'm a trickster..." He breaks it causing the Oni to follow his commands now and they disappear.

Julia starts to panic knowing that Allison was going to die as she uses her strength to open the door she was face to face with Scott, Stiles, and Lydia, "No, you guys weren't supposed to come." She tells them.

"Why? What's happening?" Scott asks her.

"Please tell me Allison didn't come with." She asks so Scott looks at her, "GO!" She yells at him so he takes off they they follow but Stiles was too weak to run. "Stay with him." Julia tells Lydia running away.

"JULIA!" Lydia yells at her.

Julia didn't have to scream for Allison because Lydia did it for them. As she gets outside she watches Scott catch Allison then catches Void sneak off so she goes after him. Even though Isaac was in pain and in shock from Allison he gets up rushing after Julia.

She chases him to a corner before he turns to face her, "Can't get enough of me?"

"You aren't going to win."

"Wanna bet?" He smiles before leaving her and an Oni's sword slices her shoulder before leaving as well.

"What the hell are you doing? Trying to get yourself taken again?" Isaac catches up to her.

"I'm sorry." She apologizes as he gives her a hug.

While Lydia, Scott and Isaac get coached on what to say, the Yukimura's take Stiles and Julia to their house.

Kira, her father and her mother discuss the fact that Allison managed to kill an Oni. None of them are sure how she did it or how it could be possible. Noshiko explains that the Nogitsune made a powerful move when he split from Stiles' body. Mr. Yukimura says at this point they need a divine move. One so inspired that it reverses the fate of the game and turns a losing position into a winning one.

They explain that the Nogitsune has Sente or the upper hand throughout the game and Stiles needs to turn the game around. Kira reminds her mother of the time she trapped it. They realize it was the power of the Nemeton that held the Nogitsune for so long and decide to ask Deaton if they can trap it again.

Kira helps Julia get Stiles to the animal clinic. When the three of them get into the room and he too says he has that feeling of running out of time. Scott tells then that he had the triskelion box and will meet them at the school.

When they arrive at the school Stiles says they have to let him die if that's the price of killing the Nogitsune but Scott says the plan is to save Stiles and he's going with that plan.

"You guys go ahead, I'm going to help Derek and the twins." Julia tells them.

"Are you insane? You can't fight the Oni." Lydia tells her.

"I think I can. The time that I have spent with Void... He did teach me one thing. That we can do more than just scream. I believe in myself." She tells them, "Trust me."

When Julia hears the twins roar she runs towards them to see the Oni swing their swords and the fight begins.

"What the hell?" Derek asks as Julia slides in front of him using her scream to get the Oni away.

"Hey." She smiles before picking up the Oni sword that dropped when it flew backwards.

"You're insane." He tells her.

"Yep." She fights alongside Derek, "I'm here to make sure the voices aren't right this time." She glances over at Aiden.

Ethan tells Aiden he should take the box to Scott while him, me, and Derek hold off the demons. Chris arrives and fires a silver arrowhead into one of the Oni making it explodes into black smoke. Isaac backflips into the fray and Derek yells for Isaac to grab the triskelion box.

As she fight, she yells a bit swinging the sword around fighting with one. The amount of strength she put into it she surprisingly broke the Oni's blade causing him to look at it.

"Get the arrow it's the last one." Chris tells Aiden but Julia had the feeling so she slides to get it first stabbing it into the Oni's chest.

"Julia..." He stares at the broken sword that implied her before the Oni pulls it out as he does.

She looks down in shock with all the adrenaline she chuckles a bit before groaning in pain. Aiden grabs her before she falls putting her down and putting pressure on her wound.

"Why did you do that?"

"To save you." She tears up looking at him, "I have to save you after failing with Allison."

Ethan rushes over putting pressure on top of his brother's hands to help, "Don't die on us."

"Julia!" Derek runs over.

"It doesn't hurt that much. I think it's because it's the one I broke so it didn't go all the way through." She says groaning in pain.

"Well it's not centered either but we have to get you to the hospital." Derek tells her, "You cannot bleed out here. I won't have that." He tells her.

Inside the school Lydia starts to have an odd little feeling running outside to see all the guys around Julia, "No, no, no!" She runs over to them crying.

"Lydia?" Julia smiles as she joins her side, "Is Stiles okay?"

"He's okay but you're not." She says as Stiles runs over then everyone else follows.

"We have to get her to a hospital now guys." Chris tells them so carefully while still keeping pressure on Julia you pick her up getting her into a vehicle.

"Julia, stay with us." Scott tells her keeping pressure on her wound with Isaac now, "Julia..."

Isaac puts his ear closer to her and hears her heart get fainter, "Stiles faster!" He yells at him.

Getting to the hospital they saw how it was chaotic there as well and everyone was needing help as well. So they were all screaming for someone to help Julia first.

"What happened?" Melissa sees them leaving her ex's side.

"She needs help now mom. Please, I can't lose someone else." Scott hyperventilates so help takes Julia away.

While Julia was in surgery, everyone waited for news about her. They get told she was going to be okay but need to stay in the hospital for some time because she had a bit of damage and lost a lot of blood.

Chris tells the group he had to leave but Isaac tells him he changed his mind not wanting to leave. He wanted to be there for Julia because she was one of the first people who was nice to him. With Allison gone he didn't want the same with Julia. He wanted to make sure she was fully good before he left.

Ethan ends up wanting to leave Beacon Hills because of the close calls with him and his brother almost dying. Plus he just wanted to look for more. Aiden didn't really want to leave but Lydia told him she was only a phone call away. She told him he finally proved her wrong about being only a bad guy. She thanked him for everything and said she'll be waiting for when he decides to come back.

At the moment everyone was at home and except for Isaac who was still out in the waiting room. They said they would take turns waiting and watching for Julia to wake up. He had just switched with Lydia so she could get some rest and before her was Stiles.

"Isaac, you know you can go into her room, right?" Melissa walks over to him.

"I know, just give myself a minute before going in." He tells her so she leaves him alone.

When he enters her room he goes over taking her hand to take some of her pain away which causes her to wake up, "Isaac?"

"About time damn it." He laughs happy she's finally awake, "You had us worried."

"How long have I been here?" She looks around the room.

"About two weeks. You were about to push three." He lets her know, "Lydia, Stiles, Scott and I take turns staying here. Lydia just left like an hour ago. Her and I are the ones who are mainly here because Stiles and Scott have been helping Malia. Stiles mainly helps her though." He explains.

"And twins?"

"Left Beacon Hills so did Chris. I was originally going to leave with him because Allison is gone but I wanted to be here with you." He makes her smile a bit, "Let me go get Melissa." He leaves the room.

With her awake they check everything seeing she was doing better but still wanted her in the hospital for a few more days or a week.

Isaac texts everyone letting them know Julia woke up and everyone said they would be there in a few hours to let her rest a bit.

"I appreciate you being here. Even though I did kind of ditch you to spend time with Stiles."

"I did the same spending time with Allison." He sighs.

"I know you developed feeling for her."

"Yeah, but deep down she still loved Scott. I heard her talking to him when she was dying. It was always going to be Scott with her." He forces a smile.

Of course later when the others got there Lydia was the first to show then Scott with Kira. It wasn't until an hour later, Stiles showed up with Malia.

The whole time they were all there, Julia could tell Stiles kept avoiding eye contact the best he could. He hardly even talked to her so when it was time he decided to leave she called his name.

Everyone looks at each other before leaving the room to give them alone time, "What up?"

"That's all I get? What's up?" She asks him hurt.

"I don't know what to say Julia. Every time I close my eyes I remember what he did you. What I basically did to you. I can't stand to look at you because it hurts." He tears up.

"But that wasn't you. You didn't hurt me."

"So when you look at me you don't get scared?" He asks her.

"No, I don't." She tells him truthfully but he doesn't say anything leaving the room.

As the others go back in they tell Julia goodbye so she's get more rest but Isaac stays, "You know you can leave right?" She tells him.

"Go where? Derek is gone doing something he didn't give us much detail. Chris is gone so I can't stay with him. All I have is Scott and he spends most of his time with Kira." He explains to her.

She didn't know what to say back so she stays quiet, "What happened when Void had you? I sorta eased dropped in when it was just you and Stiles?" Isaac asks her.

"You mean besides kidnapping me?" She laughs.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want." He lets her know.

"I haven't even told anyone really. Lydia knows because Derek told her what he thought happened and it was true. It's so hard to bring myself to say the words." Julia tears up, "Stiles thinks I can't stand to look at him but I know he didn't do anything to me. He's not at fault. I could never hate Stiles."

"It's okay, Julia. Let's just change the topic." He tries to get her to stop crying.

"Void raped me." She spits out and sees the look on his face, "You heard Stiles, he can't look at me without thinking about it since he remembers everything Void did while possessing him."

Isaac gives her a hug as she cries more hating that Void fucked up everything between her and Stiles. They had a perfect friendship and maybe something more but not anymore.

[goldenavenger02]

Whumptober day 17. Reluctant Caretaker

Bobby Finstock hated these kinds of announcements; where he had to get in front of his team, some of them he didn't even hate that much, and tell them that there was a memorial for students, it never got easier.

Regardless, he walked out of the office with the clipboard of the flier and addressed the lacrosse team who looked at him expectantly.

"Practice has been pushed back till tomorrow due to the school memorial for Allison Argent and Aiden Steiner. It's not mandatory to go but if you do, the dress code is formal. McCall, Lydia Martin, Mr. Argent and Ethan Steiner will all be speaking, and Danny has prepared a piece with the rest of the band. If you feel as though you need someone to talk to, Ms. Morell's office is open for three hours after school to anyone who needs to talk about it, and my door is always open. Any questions?"

When the lacrosse team started to file back out of the locker room after a resounding no, Bobby started to make his way out as well. Since he didn't have to coach lacrosse, he was going to go home and try to find some sort of suit; he had just been talking to Ethan about joining the team since the teen had expressed his interest and while that interest may have also been in Danny, he couldn't help but be excited with his enthusiasm. He was going to put in an order for his jersey when he had gotten the news two days ago. He had a feeling that he wasn't going to practice while grieving his twin, nor would he make him.

But when he started to walk past the lockers, that's when he saw Stilinski with his back pressed against the row of lockers as he was struggling to breathe. his face pale. Bobby's first thought as he crouched next to the teen was an allergic reaction until he couldn't see any sort of rash. Like a stroke of luck, he remembered what the sheriff had told him when he originally joined the team.

"He can be susceptible to panic attacks, but he hasn't had one in a few years."

"Hey, you wanna tell me five things you can see in here? Stilinski?" Adamantly, he hadn't taken the class on how to stop an anxiety attack in a few years, but he knew one thing and that was that he had to ground this teenager before he passed out and caused a fresh stack of paperwork.

"Y-you, my shoes, your whi-whistle, my hand, the lockers."

"What about feeling? What are four things you can feel?"

"Your hand on my shoulder, my heart pounding, the cold floor... and guilt."

Bobby tried to brush that thought away because he had no idea how the uncoordinated, clumsy teenager could feel guilty about the death of two students, but he also knew survivor's guilt was too real of a thing. He pressed on regardless, making a mental note to refer him to Morrell later. 'That's her expertise after all.'

"What are three things you can hear, Stilinski?"

"Your voice, my voice, and someone outside of the gym door."

'Please don't be another student struggling with grief. Just because I said my door was open didn't mean I'm equipped for it today.' Bobby thought to himself as he noticed that while the teenager was no longer struggling to breathe, he was still way too pale and looked ready to throw up or fall asleep. 'This kid had better not throw up on me.' They didn't need to go through the rest of the grounding steps, he wasn't panicking any more.

So Bobby slid the trash can to Stilinski in case he did throw up before standing up and unlocking the gym door to see McCall standing in his suit in front of him. "McCall, I'm in the middle of a situation right now."

But McCall pushed, actually pushed, past him and made a beeline toward Stiles, sitting on the floor in a suit that was definitely a rental which made Bobby cringe as they spoke in whispers. If there was any way he could leave McCall with Stilinski, he would, but he had the memorial in an hour and the other teen needed to go home or to a hospital. So, he broke up the moment with a reminder.

"McCall, I need to take him to the nurse and you have the memorial in an hour."

"Are you sure you-?"

"I've got him. Get out of here."

After a moment of hesitation, Scott did stand up, stopping to squeeze Stilinski's shoulder with a quick "text me when you get home," before leaving the gym, leaving them alone once again.

"Do you want me to take you to the nurse now?"

"No, my legs are still shaky," Stiles responded with a shaky breath before turning back to Bobby, "thanks for the help though."

"You're welcome," Bobby nodded back, because he knew that if he said "any time", that meant that the kid would think he could come back and do this all over again. Just because he would help him didn't mean he was welcoming it, "maybe go to Morrell next time."

"Copy that, Coach." Seeing Stilinski grin was enough reassurance for Bobby that he didn't have to worry too much.

[sometimesbeforeitgetsbetter]

Off the Record | Stiles Stilinski

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Summary: High school in Beacon Hills, as told through the eyes of one inquisitive journalist who has a knack at getting on Stiles Stilinski's nerves.

Warnings: idk there's like a couple curse words lmao. also, spoilers? if you haven't finished teen wolf I guess??

Word count: 8,227

A/N: hi hi this is my first fic I'm posting on Tumblr (not to say that this is my first fic ever...anyway)! before you start, I just wanna say that there's a couple things that might be off from the show but please just ignore them. like I think it's bs Lydia brings Stiles back and not Scott in 6b so I righted that wrong. but I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think of it! thanks for reading!!

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All my life I’ve wondered why people didn’t question what happens in Beacon Hills.

It’s no secret that our town is unusual, but when odd things seemed to happen, people would just turn a blind eye and go about their business.

I, on the other hand, couldn’t let it go. I was inquisitive by nature, and my mom never knew how to answer my questions.

Why do we have so many animal attacks?

What happened to the people that disappeared in the Preserve?

Why did his eyes glow like that?

That last question almost caused my mom to get me a therapist – which probably would’ve helped me regardless – but she just continued to answer with her usual responses.

They just feel threatened by us, dear.

They’re in a better place now.

I’m sure it was nothing – you probably just saw some reflection in his eyes.

But no matter what she told me, I wasn’t satisfied. I knew there was something bigger going on, something my mom couldn’t explain, but I wasn’t sure what. As I got older, however, I realized that if I kept voicing my concerns, I’d be seen as the local crazy person – which, at the time, was the title reserved for my neighbor, Donna Romano, who always went to Town Hall meetings to complain about how some supernatural creatures were traumatizing her dogs every time she took them out at night to urinate.

Out of fear of sounding like Donna, I kept my suspicions to myself. I observed the strange actions of those around me and kept note of the bizarre events that happened in town. I found that it was something I was good at – observing. Always watching, but never voicing my opinions. Eventually, it got the best of me because I grew really quiet at school. But I didn’t mind. I liked being a wallflower.

One day in the fifth grade I saw my mom reading the Beacon Chronicle and I had an epiphany – journalists investigate weird, inexplicable events, so I should be a journalist. Reading the news became my favorite pastime, and by sixth grade I decided I would join the high school newspaper, The Daily Beacon, when I became a freshman. I figured maybe it would give me an outlet to investigate the odd occurrences in the town without looking like a lunatic.

But in sixth grade, I noticed that some of the odd things had stopped happening. There were less animal attacks and disappearances from the Preserve. Some people had even left town, including the last of the Hales, whose house had burned down that same year.

I didn’t give up hope though. I kept my head down and waited for things to get weird again. In the meantime, I wrote for enjoyment. In eighth grade I started shadowing a girl named Anna that was a part of the Daily Beacon, and I started writing articles – album reviews, movie reviews, school news.

Everything was going smoothly until my sophomore year of high school. Suddenly the weird things were happening, and I was sure that there was one person that was at the epicenter of it all – Scott McCall.

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“...Angela, you’re covering the new faculty; Thomas, you’ve got the new Vegan Support Group club some juniors just created; and y/n, you’re covering lacrosse try-outs,” said Andrew, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Beacon.

I groaned slightly. “Andrew, couldn’t I write something a little bit more...my style? Like what about the one freshman class that boycotted their summer reading and is facing suspension?”

He gave me a slight look. “y/n, you know how important this lacrosse piece is. You know what that sport means to the school. You should be glad I’m giving you this opportunity,” he scolded. “Besides, Marlene is covering that class and is already interviewing their teacher.”

I nodded slowly and tried to refrain from rolling my eyes. I knew that Andrew meant well – he had been like an older brother to me ever since my freshman year – and he was right about the importance of lacrosse. I stayed quiet until he dismissed us, then mentally prepared myself to spend my afternoon watching some jocks exude machismo on a field.

When my last class was over, I walked over to the lacrosse field and found myself a spot on the top of the bleachers. It gave me an excellent vantage point – until a couple girls sat down right in front of me. The redhead I recognized to be Lydia Martin, the school’s resident popular girl. We’d been in class together all our lives, but I couldn’t remember a time she ever talked to me. I’m sure she didn’t even know I existed, just like the majority of the other people in our grade. The other girl, however, I didn’t recognize. I found out her name was Allison by overhearing their conversation. She was new and must have just moved to Beacon Hills.

The shrill sound of Coach’s whistle knocked me out of my thoughts. Tryouts started, and I watched as Scott McCall, a boy from my grade, was nearly knocked out by a lacrosse ball to the face. I winced but wrote down the event in the notebook I had out for documentation.

The next ball that went Scott’s way didn’t hit his face though. He managed to catch it in his goalie net. I couldn’t help but be a bit surprised – like Lydia, I’d known of Scott my whole life though he probably didn’t know me at all. But that meant I knew he was an asthmatic that wasn’t particularly skilled at sports.

“He’s actually pretty good,” I mumbled to myself as Scott continued to catch every ball that came his way.

I didn’t realize how loud I must’ve said it though because at my remark Allison turned around. “I was just thinking the same thing,” she said, obviously surprised. “Do you know him?”

I shook my head and quickly turned my attention to my notebook to write down the surprising turn of events. “Are you writing about this for the school newspaper?” I looked back up at Allison’s question. She was paying attention to me?

“Um, yeah, I am. I’d rather not write about sports, but here I am,” I joked lightly.

She let out a beautiful laugh at my statement. “Well, I’m glad you’re here. I’m Allison, and you are…?”

“y/n,” I answered. “Nice to meet you, Allison.” Suddenly the crowd roared, and I remembered why I was there. Allison, too, smiled and turned her attention back to the game. Lydia hadn’t said a word, but she was focused on watching Scott absolutely demolish Jackson Highmore, who, in my opinion, needed to be knocked down a few pegs anyway.

The more I watched Scott though, I got this weird feeling. He was good – too good. I tried to ignore my feelings and just focus on writing notes for the ridiculous lacrosse piece, which would include the headline: “Sophomore Scott McCall shines at lacrosse tryouts and becomes team co-captain.” But deep down I knew there was something up with him.

A few days later, I was sitting behind Stiles Stilinski, Scott’s best friend, in English class. Even though I’d had nearly all of my classes with him, we never talked. It originally was because I had a minor crush on him and was afraid I’d pass out if I spoke to him, but eventually it just morphed into me not speaking to many people and being convinced he didn’t know of my existence anyway.

But this one day, I was committed to speaking with him. I had to know what was going on, and if there was one person that knew anything about Scott’s new-found lacrosse talent, it was Stiles.

“Hey, Stiles,” I spoke up from behind him.

The brunette turned around, slightly confused but with that soft smile on his face. “Oh, hey, y/n. What’s up?”

I swear my heart stopped beating for a second. He knew my name? He knew who I was? I shook myself out of my thoughts before I went down the rabbit hole of the implications of him knowing me.

“Oh, nothing much. I’m just writing a piece about lacrosse tryouts for the school newspaper and I was just wondering if you had anything to say about it,” I explained.

He tilted his head slightly and shifted in his seat to more fully face me. “Um, yeah sure. I think it’s going to be a great season, especially since we’ve gotten some new leadership. My boy Scott’s co-captain now, so those Devenford Prep guys won’t know what hit them!”

“Speaking of Scott, when did he get so good at lacrosse? Would you say it’s natural talent?” I pressed a bit, hoping he’d say something that would give me a hint as to what was going on.

Stiles’ eyes squinted a little, and his head tilted slightly again. He seemed to be at a loss for words, which was unusual for the fast-talking, sarcastic boy, but he quickly recovered. “It’s definitely...natural...talent. He’s been working extra hard recently to hone his talent and skills so he could bring his A-game to this year’s tryouts.” When he finished speaking, he looked pleased with himself, and I could tell he had let out a small sigh of relief.

What are you hiding?

Though I didn’t know it yet, at that moment my rivalry with Stiles Stilinski began. He and Scott were hiding something, and I was going to find out what it was.

--

“You’re telling me that a girl is in a coma after the school winter formal and you don’t want me to write a story about it?”

Andrew leaned against the desk and crossed his arms. “It’s not that I don’t want you to write it. I just think it’s a tense time right now. The administration is receiving a lot of flack right now because of the winter formal fiasco, and Ms. Blanchard told me that we may want to avoid stirring the pot right now,” he explained. “That is not to say that we abandon our journalistic integrity and commitment to informing the student body, but we just may want to be sensitive to our environment right now.”

I trusted Ms. Blanchard, the faculty sponsor of the Daily Beacon, but not reporting on Lydia’s comatose state felt wrong. She was well-known at school, and students deserved to know the facts of her situation and how it had happened.Well, maybe I was lying to myself by saying that the real reason I wanted to pursue the story wasn’t the fact that something inexplicable had happened at the dance and I had to figure out what it was.

Andrew could sense my disappointment. “Look, maybe for now you can start collecting information and sources, and I’ll talk to Ms. Blanchard. Maybe she can advise us on how best to proceed.”

I threw my arms around Andrew in a quick hug. “Yes, thank you! I promise I’ll be sensitive when asking sources. I know how difficult this must be for the people close to her.”

“I know you will,” he said, chuckling lightly.

With a smile plastered on my face – perhaps a little inappropriately considering the topic I was excited to cover – I left the small newspaper office in search of my first source: Stiles Stilinski. He had been Lydia’s date to the dance, so surely he must know what happened to her, right? “No, I don’t know what happened,” Stiles angrily responded when I cornered him at his locker. “We were separated for a bit because she went looking for someone. When I went looking for her I–” he stopped suddenly, as if choosing his words carefully. He wouldn’t meet my eyes as he spoke.

“The next thing I know, she was at the hospital in a coma. They told me Jackson had found her out on the field when I went to check on her at the hospital,” he explained.

Something wasn’t adding up. “Ok, but where were you the rest of that time? You didn’t go looking for her when you didn’t see her for a while? What about when she had already been checked into the hospital?”

“What is this – an investigation?” Stiles shouted as he slammed his locker shut. I took a step back, eyes wide at the sudden display of aggression. Maybe I pushed too hard, I thought. Stiles rubbed a hand over his face and took a deep breath. “Sorry, I….I didn’t mean it like that. There’s just a lot going on, and my dad has been up my ass about those details too. To be honest, I can’t tell you where I was. The time just flew by and all of a sudden I’d realized I hadn’t seen Lydia for a couple hours. I wish I had been there for her, but there’s nothing I can do for her now other than check up on her.”

Running a hand over his buzzed head, he shot me a forced smile and said “good luck with your article” before walking away.

I was at a loss for words, trying to put the pieces together in my head. Surely he couldn’t have had a part in Lydia’s injury? There’s no way. But his defensiveness was off-putting–

“Hey, y/n!” I was snapped out of my thoughts by Allison approaching me from behind. “What were you talking to Stiles about?”

“Huh? Oh, um, I was just asking him about…” I remembered that the funeral for Allison’s aunt was happening and didn’t want to mention the additional stress of her best friend being comatose, so I opted for a white lie. “Biology homework. I wasn’t really paying attention in class today.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you two were friends,” she said as she leant against the lockers.

I shook my head violently. “We’re not.” I’d grown too close to Allison for her to not pick up on my feelings though.

“You say that now, but–”

“I have to get to class. See you at lunch, Ally!”

--

Other things that year were weird, but none warranted any further investigation via newspaper article. Sure, I was wondering about Erica Reyes’ sudden transformation into the ultimate baddie, the mysterious deaths of a mechanic and Isaac Lahey’s dad, numerous paralyzations at the Jungle, and a death of someone at a secret rave, but Andrew thought it would be best for the Chronicle and Ledger to cover those bigger events. In fact, the only other unnatural event that happened that I had to cover for the newspaper was Stiles’ unbelievable winning streak at the lacrosse championship. I would have quoted him after the game, but I really didn’t want to speak to him and anyway, he had disappeared for a bit right after the team won.

I could tell that things were happening, but it was all hidden from public view. I even noticed Allison’s behavior fluctuating. The arrival of her grandfather shook things up, and while he gave me a bad feeling, I couldn’t exactly figure out why. Lydia was more troubled than usual after coming back from the hospital even though she tried to act normally. Jackson was going through something and was more angry and aggressive than usual, but I wasn’t close enough to him to ask him if he was okay.

Over the summer, I spent a surprising amount of time with Lydia. Allison spent her summer in France, but she asked me to keep an eye on Lydia to make sure she was okay, especially since Jackson had moved to London during the summer break. I was surprised how much I enjoyed spending time with the redhead, and we hung out when I wasn’t working at my internship at The Beacon Chronicle, which my mom had convinced me to apply for after she noticed how irritated I was that I couldn’t pursue some of the stories I wanted.

By the time Allison came back before the start of school, it felt like Lydia and I had been best friends for the longest time.

“So, Allison, have you talked to Scott at all this summer?” I asked when I was sitting in the backseat of Lydia’s car, Allison in the passenger seat.

She shook her head. “No, I think I still need some time. He...hides things from me and I don’t know if I can trust him.”

I nodded my head, understanding the feeling. I still couldn’t place my finger on what had happened between them or what Scott was involved in. Though I comforted her when I found out they broke up, I didn’t really know why they’d done it.

“What about you, y/n? Have you talked to Stiles at all?” Allison asked, looking back at me in the backseat.

“Why the hell would I talk to Stiles?” I questioned, confused.

She and Lydia shared a small look that I couldn’t decipher before she shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, but you guys are more similar than you may think. I don’t know why you guys act like you don’t like each other though.”

The car rolled to a stop at the stop light, and all of a sudden I noticed a familiar baby blue jeep approach next to us. “Speak of the devil,” I mumbled. Lydia and Allison didn’t notice Stiles staring and waving at first, but when they did the car was filled with awkward tension.

The next events were a blur: Lydia running the red light, both cars stopping in the middle of the road, and a deer running straight towards us, nearing killing me in the gap between the front seats. We were shaken, and the boys ran towards us when they saw what happened.

“Are you okay?” Stiles asked Lydia, but he kept looking at me. I nodded slightly and he turned his full attention back to Lydia.

“What was wrong with it?” Allison asked as Scott got closer to the deer.

“It was scared,” he explained. “No, terrified.”

Things got progressively weirder after that. On the first day of school, I interviewed our new English teacher, Ms. Blake. She was nice enough, but it was unfortunate that her class was the one that a whole flock of birds decided to burst through the classroom windows. By the time the police arrived, I was already drafting up a story in my brain: Why are the animals acting weird in Beacon Hills?

I had overheard Stiles talking to Scott about the deer’s weird behavior and the number of deer-related incidents in California, so I swallowed my pride so that I could talk to him and maybe get some stats and information on the whole situation.

I walked up to him when he was sitting alone, texting on his phone. “Hey, Stiles.” “y/n? What’s wrong?” He had genuine concern written on his face.

“I overheard you and Scott talking about deer-related incidents earlier,” I noticed how he tensed up at my statement, “and I was wondering if you could help me with a piece I’m writing? It seems like you know all the stats, so maybe...you could write it with me?” It pained me to finish that sentence, but I figured it might be easier to figure out what was going on if he was helping – especially if he already had inside information.

I think for the first time in his life, the talkative boy was speechless. “I understand if you don’t want to or you’re busy–” I said quickly, trying to give him a way out.

“Yeah, sure.”

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t caught off guard by his response. “W-what?”

He smirked slightly. “Yeah, sure. I’ll help you out with your article, y/n. Collaborate with you, if you will. We can work on it at my house tomorrow afternoon if you want.”

Nodding and agreeing with the plan, I left the chaotic English classroom.

The next afternoon, I felt like I was walking into the lion’s den. Going to Stiles’ house felt foreign, but what was even stranger was seeing him in casual clothes in a comfortable environment.

He answered the door wearing some sweats and a t-shirt, looking more comfortable and confident than I’d ever seen him. “Hey, y/n. Come on in,” he greeted.

I thanked him awkwardly, and we walked to his dining room table to get set up. “Sorry, I need to go grab my notes from my room. Be back in a sec,” Stiles said before leaving me alone in his dining room.

After a moment of silence, Sheriff Stilinski walked in wearing his uniform. “Oh, y/n! What are you doing here?” He had seen me a couple weeks ago in the police station when I was requesting documents for a story for the Chronicle. Though journalists and cops don’t often have a jovial relationship, he said that he liked me because of my commitment to the truth and respectful nature.

“Hey, Sheriff. I’m writing a piece about the animals acting weird, you know, with the deer accident and bird incident, and Stiles said he’d help me since he has a bunch of statistics on deer related car accidents.”

“Stiles is helping you? Well, I’ll be damned.” When he saw the confusion on my face, he rushed to explain himself. “No, not like that. It’s just, you’re all organized and focused, and Stiles is….Stiles.”

I was laughing heartily when the boy himself walked back into the room. “What’s going on, Daddy-o?”

“Nothing, son. Just catching up with y/n here. I’ve got to get to work, but you’re welcome anytime, y/n.” He said before patting Stiles on the shoulder and heading off to work.

Stiles looked over at me oddly when he placed his notes on the table and sat next to me. “Since when are you all buddy-buddy with my dad?”

Shrugging, I said, “Ever since we started grabbing beer every Thursday night while you’re at lacrosse practice.” His jaw dropped slightly, and I laughed again. “No, idiot. We’ve just interacted a lot because of my internship. Now, can we get started on the article?”

--

After the article was published, my next assignment was writing about the track meet a couple weeks later. I found out Allison and Lydia were riding together to the meet, so I tagged along.

Both girls were extremely tense the whole ride, seemingly concerned about something going on in the bus. We were only a few cars behind the bus full of track runners (and lacrosse players who were forced to attend the meet), but the stand-still traffic was a force to be reckoned with.

“Do you think we’re too close?” Allison asked.

“Honey, if you were any closer I think you’d mount the bus,” Lydia said sarcastically. She got a call from Stiles and looked over at Allison. “Hey, Stiles,” she dragged out the ‘hey,’ tension obvious in her voice.

She listened to what he was saying, something clearly wrong. “What do you mean he’s not–” she stopped when she remembered I was in the car, “healing?” She finished the question quietly, probably hoping I wouldn’t hear.

Healing? Is he injured?

“Yeah, ok, just find a way to get Coach to stop. We’ll meet you there.” She hung up and told Allison to pull off at the next stop.

When we got to the rest stop, I could see everyone hurrying to get off the bus. Allison parked the car, and we quickly went to the bathroom where I saw Scott nearly passed out on the floor. “Oh my god, is he okay?”

“Yeah, y/n. He’s fine. At least, he will be,” Stiles responded. He positioned his body in front of me a little bit as if he was trying to block my view of Scott.

I gently pushed him aside so I could see and was shocked to see black blood coming from the injured boy. “What the hell is going on? Why is his blood black?” I ran forward to get closer, kneeling next to Allison.

“It’s nothing. We just need to stitch him up and he’ll be fine.”

“Stiles, don’t fucking lie to me. I can see that he’s obviously not fine.”

“He’s right,” Allison said quietly. “We need to stitch him up. I need something to stitch him together with.” She looked around before remembering something in her bag.

I shook my head. “We need to tell Coach. Take him to a hospital or something.”

“No!” All three of them yelled at me.

It was quiet for a moment, all of us deciding where to go from here. “Just…” Stiles started, “please go and make sure the bus doesn’t leave without us. We’ll handle this.” I got up and slowly made my way to the door.

As I reached for the door, a hand grabbed my wrist. “y/n,” Stiles said, “it’ll make sense someday. Just trust us for now. Trust me,” he pleaded quietly out of earshot of the girls and Scott.

“I do,” I replied quietly, not meeting his eyes, before pulling my hand from his grasp and leaving the bathroom.

That night, we all had to stay at the Motel Glen Capri because of the postponed meet. I didn’t like its energy, and neither did Lydia. “A lot can happen in one night,” she said.

Though it was supposed to be two to a room, I convinced Coach to let me room with Allison and Lydia. Admittedly, Coach didn’t need much convincing because I was saving the school money by doing so. Once we got our room key, we went up to our room on the second floor.

“I’m going to go get a snack from the machine,” I told Lydia once Allison was in the shower.

She nodded. “Sounds good. I’m going to the lobby. There must be something we can do about these towels that reek of nicotine.”

Grabbing a couple one’s from my wallet, I made my way down the hall to the vending machine where I ran into Boyd and Stiles. As I approached, I could hear Stiles trying to talk to an unresponsive Boyd, who subsequently punched a hole through the glass of the machine, grab his snack that the machine refused to give him, and walk away.

“What the hell was that?” I asked Stiles as I walked up next to him.

He shrugged. “I don’t really know, to be honest.” He reached into the machine to grab his snack and tossed one to me as well.

When I got back to my room, a shaken Allison and Lydia were hurriedly talking about something. “Oh, y/n! You’re back. You won’t believe what just happened…” Allison started

She recounted the story of Scott’s bizarre behavior in the bathroom, and Lydia filled me in on the counter that they have at the front desk. “Can you imagine having a counter for the number of suicides that take place in your hotel? Crazy,” Lydia said. Taking her phone out, she sent a quick text to Stiles telling him that we all needed to talk.

We met him in the hallway a couple minutes later. “What was the text for?” Stiles asked when he saw our little gathering.

“There’s something going on with all the…” she looked over at me before continuing, “guys. You know, Scott, Boyd, Isaac, probably Ethan too.” I tried to connect the dots between all of them, but I didn’t really know what they all had in common. Scott and Isaac were both on the lacrosse team, but from what I could tell they didn’t have a particular fondness for each other or Ethan.

“I think someone’s going to die tonight,” Lydia said decisively.

“Why do you think that?” I asked, but it seemed like I was the only one questioning her line of reason.

She shook her head slowly. “I just...have a feeling.” After a moment of silence, she told us about hearing something from the room next to ours through the vent, so we decided to investigate it. Room 217 seemed empty and locked, but all of a sudden we heard the sound of a saw from behind the door.

Stiles busted the door open, and we opened it to find Ethan turning the saw on himself. “Ethan, stop!” I yelled as we ran into the room. Stiles started wrestling him for the saw, but luckily Lydia saw where it was plugged into the wall and unplugged it.

The next thing that happened was completely unexpected to me. Ethan grew fangs and claws, his eyes blazing red. What the fu–

Allison and Lydia rushed forward, wrestling his claws away from his torso where he had been planning on slashing himself. In the struggle he fell on the space heater, which apparently brought him out of whatever state he was in. He ran out of the room soon after. When we tried to question him about what he was doing, he couldn’t answer us. He had been out of control, and it made Allison realize we were forgetting someone.

“Where’s Scott?” She asked suddenly. When no one could answer, we all decided to split up – I’d go with Allison to look for Scott while Stiles and Lydia went to find Boyd and Isaac.

Scott wasn’t in his room. Allison and I ran all over the motel, looking in every crevice. At last, we decided to check the school bus, and that’s where we saw him. Standing drenched in gasoline, a flare lit up in his hand.

“Scott…” I approached quietly, careful to not make any sudden movements.

It was then that Stiles and Lydia joined us. I watched as Stiles walked into the gasoline, my breath catching in my throat as he nearly sacrificed himself. Scott was talking, but I didn’t really understand what it meant. He said that his life was better before the bite.

Stiles eventually talked Scott down, but the flare rolled into the gasoline. Luckily, Lydia was able to make sure we had all gotten out of the way. I’d ended up next to Stiles on the ground, and though we made eye contact, no words were spoken.

We spent the night in the bus because none of us could bear the thought of spending another second in that cursed place. Coach woke us up in the morning, definitely thinking the worst about what we may have gotten ourselves into, but whatever he was thinking wouldn’t possibly compare to reality. What was reality? I couldn’t have really told you at that point. I didn’t understand what we’d just lived through.

Before the other students started loading onto the bus, Stiles slid into the empty space next to me. “y/n, you know that all of this,” he made a grand gesture to Scott and the others as well as the motel, “is off the record. You can’t tell anyone about this. About what happened.” I held eye contact with him for a moment before nodding. “I wouldn’t tell anyone. To be honest, I don’t even really know what I would tell people, but I wouldn’t.” He nodded, a sad smile on his face as he looked down and fidgeted with his hands. “But Stiles,” I said as he looked back up at me. “Please help me understand it all. You can trust me, I promise, I just want to understand. I want to help.”

With a deep sigh, Stiles nodded once more. “Okay. I’ll tell you everything.”

--

When Stiles said he’d fill me in on everything, I didn’t realize he meant everything. I couldn’t believe how oblivious I had been to everything that had happened in the past year. Sure, I knew something weird was going on, but how was I supposed to know it was supernatural?

Finding out that my little corner of the world, little old Beacon Hills, California, had werewolves (and a kanima, pack of alphas, and whatever the hell a Darach was) was a lot to process. It was unbelievable, but Stiles helped me believe it.

I could tell that he didn’t fully trust me though. There was something in the way he looked at me that told me he was wondering when I would be done with my source acquisition and I’d write the next big exposé: Supernatural Beacon Hills: How Werewolves Have Been Hiding In Plain Sight. I didn’t know how to assure him that I was on their side and wouldn’t expose their secrets.

As the year progressed, things simultaneously made more sense and less sense. To defeat the Darach, we had to perform a sacrifice for the parents that had abducted, and Deaton – the veterinarian that had taken care of every family pet we’d ever had – told me I had to hold Stiles down during it. He said we had some sort of connection, but I guess that’s what mutual loathing does to people.

In the end, we won. We beat the Darach, the alpha of the alphas Deucalion left, and Scott became an alpha himself. But it was still just the beginning.

--

The sacrifice did something to Scott, Stiles, and Allison that we didn’t fully understand. Deaton said they left a door open, which only made it harder for Stiles to trust me because he could barely trust himself.

Knowing about the supernatural didn’t preclude my other responsibilities though. I still wrote for the Daily Beacon, much to Stiles’ displeasure, but I enjoyed it. So, on the first day of school I interviewed our newest faculty member – Mr. Yukimura. He and his family had just moved from New York, and his daughter Kira was in our grade. She was nice, but shy, so I invited her to have lunch with us.

Surprisingly, Kira jumped right into the conversation at lunch by mentioning bardo, the Buddhist concept of being in an in-between state.

After lunch, I caught up with Allison to walk to our next class. “Hey, Allison, could I ask you a favor?”

“Of course! What’s up?”

“Well, I don’t really know how to ask this but...I need help learning to defend myself, I guess? It’s just that I’m going to be helping you guys now, and I actually want to be helpful, so I want to protect myself so you guys don’t have to worry about me,” I admitted.

Allison smiled softly. “I’d love to help.” I returned her smile, suddenly giddy, yet nervous. “But, I think you should know that my...aim...has been off since the sacrifice.”

I could hear the disappointment in her voice. “Nonsense, I’m sure that you’re still the best shot in this school.” She shook her head. “It’s never been this bad.”

Touching her arm lightly, I gave her a reassuring smile. “We’ll figure it out together.”

A few days later, I was surprised when I was paid a visit by both Scott and Stiles while I was sitting in the library. “To what do I owe this pleasure, boys?”

“We need your help.” I perked up at Scott’s statement. “We’re trying to solve the Tate case, you know, the one where Malia Tate disappeared all those years ago after that car accident, and we could use your help tracking her down.” He looked over at Stiles and nudged him with his elbow.

“And, you can write a piece about it. Not including all the details, if what we think happened is true, but you can still write something factual,” Stiles said, still displeased that I was writing for the newspaper.

To annoy Stiles, I acted like I was really thinking about it for a minute, but then laughed lightly. “Yeah, I’ll help you guys. Where do we start?”

--

Pull yourself together, y/n. You’re a journalist. You’re supposed to report on tragedy all the time. Be objective.

I took a deep breath and wrote the first line for what would be the cover story of the next Daily Beacon issue.

Junior Allison Argent, 17, died in an unfortunate carjacking incident last fall.

Before I could write any more, I got a phone call from Stiles.

Oh, thank god. “Stiles?”

“Do you want to come with us to Mexico?” He blurted out.

I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from my chest. “What? Mexico? Why? When–”

“Tomorrow.”

“Stiles, are you insane? Even if I wanted to, there’s no way my parents would ever let me go.”

“We’re all telling our parents we’re going camping, if that helps at all,” he said with what seemed like a hint of disappointment in his voice.

I was quiet for a minute, but my mind was already made up. “Why? And who exactly is going?”

“Scott, Lydia, Kira, Malia, and I have to visit some hunters and see what they know about Derek being missing.”

As soon as he mentioned Malia, my mouth started curling into a frown. It’s not that I disliked the werecoyote, it’s just that she and Stiles had been pretty full on since they hooked up at Eichen and started dating. I wasn’t jealous – though I’m sure Lydia would argue otherwise since she’s convinced I like him or something – just...weirded out by their relationship.

I sighed. “I want to help, but I really can’t tomorrow. School starts back up in a couple days, and I need to finish this elegy for Allison and come up with a bunch of assignments for the staff writers…” I trailed off, thinking about all that I had to do before the coming week.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. Ms. Editor-in-chief over here has a life outside of us,” Stiles joked.

Andrew graduated at the end of last year and left his glittering empire to me, though suddenly I felt overwhelmed at the prospect of running a newspaper while being way too involved in the town’s supernatural endeavors. It didn’t bother me last semester, but after Allison…

“I’ll just see you guys when you get back, okay?” I told Stiles. He made an unintelligible noise of agreement. “And try not to let anyone get killed.” “Yes, mom,” Stiles said sarcastically. I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

When the pack got back, I was surprised by the events that had taken place. “What do you mean it’s a young version of Derek?”

A few days later, I had to cover the spring lacrosse tryouts. Though I wanted to assign it to someone else, I had to do it myself because everyone was busy with the assignments I had given them.

To my surprise, a new freshman, Liam Dunbar, showed everyone up at tryouts – even Scott. I took note of how he seemed almost athletically superior to everyone, and I wondered if he was supernatural.

“He’s human, I’m sure of it,” Scott said as he came up next to where I was sitting on the bleachers, scaring me out of my mind in the process.

“Jeez, Scott. A little warning next time would be nice. But how do you know?”

He shrugged. “I can just tell. He’s just a really great athlete.”

“He’s going to be a great pain in my ass, I can tell,” Stiles said, sidling up next to Scott.

I took note of their reactions, writing down Scott’s comment – about being a great athlete, not human – to consider while writing my piece.

“Oh no, don’t tell me you’re writing a story about him,” Stiles groaned.

“You know I have to write one about the tryouts, and he just happens to be the star player of today,” I told him. “Sorry, Scott.”

Scott waved me off, but Stiles was still upset about the situation. “No, don’t give him the ego boost! He’s already a little shit, and an article about him would make it worse.”

Taking a break from my note-taking, I looked over at the brown-haired boy. “Stiles, have you even talked to him?”

He looked at a loss for words. “N-not really...but I can see his arrogance from a mile away!”

I rolled my eyes. “Well then, if you’d excuse me, I’m going to write up a fantastic story about a talented up-and-coming lacrosse player.”

The article became the next issue’s front page, but I almost wished I hadn’t given him as much attention when Scott turned him into his beta.

The rest of the year didn’t go as planned either, but isn’t junior year supposed to be everyone’s worst year?

As much as I liked helping out with the supernatural problems Scott and the rest of the pack were having, it was hard knowing about what was going on and not being able to write about it, especially when all of the mysterious killings started up. We eventually found out about the deadpool, but I could write about a kill list of Beacon Hills’ resident supernaturals, could I?

At the end of the year, I finally had to make the trip to Mexico with the rest of the pack. “Stiles, I’m going. You can’t stop me!” I attempted to open the passenger door of the jeep when he reached out and shut it from behind me.

“No, it’s going to be dangerous. We don’t even really know what we’re facing,” he tried reasoning with me. “I can protect myself,” I said, thinking of the training that Allison had given me. “Besides, I can’t just sit by and wait for you guys to come back. I need to try helping Scott.”

Realizing that I wasn’t going to back down, Stiles removed his hand from the side of the door and opened it for me. I nodded a quick thanks as I hopped into the vehicle.

I wasn’t expecting to fight Scott that day, but we all did in order to return him from his Berserker form. At the end of the fight, I had a few cuts and bruises, but nothing I couldn’t deal with.

As Derek drove away with Braedan, I could feel that things were changing. “I can’t write about any of this, can I?” I asked somewhat jokingly.

“Off the record,” Stiles replied from where he stood next to me.

--

“Stiles, what’s wrong?”

“Oh thank god, you remember me!” He said as he grabbed my hands. He’d been running down the hall frantically when I saw him.

I looked at him with concern on my face. “Yeah, of course I remember you? Why wouldn’t I–”

“y/n, it’s the Hunt. The Ghost Riders. I saw them, and now they’re coming for me.” He was breathing heavily, eyes sweeping the surroundings for signs of the Ghost Riders. His eyes locked on something to his left, but when I looked, I couldn’t see anything. “They’re here. We have to go,” he said, pulling me towards the parking lot. We got into his jeep, but he didn’t start the car. “Stiles, what are you doing?”

“It’s too late.” I could see the look of grief on his face. “No, don’t say that. It’s not–”

“It’s the truth,” he cut me off, turning to look at me. “Promise me you won’t forget.”

I shook my head. “I won’t. But Stiles, I can’t do this without you,” I could feel a tear escaping my eye and slipping down my cheek, my emotions getting the better of me.

Stiles reached forward and wiped the tear away before placing his hand on my cheek. “What do you mean? You’re one of the smartest, most inquisitive people I know. If I had to trust anyone to find a way to stop the Ghost Riders, it would be you.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his honesty. “Yeah right. Lydia will probably figure it out before me.”

He shook his head. “You can do it. I trust you.” I could tell there was more he wanted to say, but he turned to look at something through the window over his shoulder. “Can I tell you something? Off the record.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my mouth. “Yes, of course. What is it?”

He took a deep breath. “I don’t hate you. I know it may seem like I’ve never trusted you or that I don’t care about you, but it’s actually the opposite. I...really really like you,” he admitted.

I was stunned. Stiles likes me? He was searching my face for any indication of feelings as I sat there silently.

“Oh, shit,” Stiles mumbled. “Ok, forget I said that. Well, you won’t need to forget when you forget me in a minute–”

I cut off his rambling by placing my lips on his. They were warm and familiar, as if they were made for mine. “I like you too,” I mumbled when I disconnected, my eyes still closed from the interaction.

But when I opened them, I was alone in the baby blue jeep.

--

All semester, I’d felt that something was missing, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. Or who it was.

But after months of searching for it, we finally figured it out. Lydia had gone into a banshee trance to discover the word “Stiles,” and it brought back vague memories for me when I heard it. The feeling of soft flannel. A sarcastic laugh. Red string around my finger. A hefty wooden baseball bat.

The collection of memories made sense when we all finally got our memories back and remembered the person we were missing from our lives.

We traced the trail of clues to the sewers, where Scott tried to bring back Stiles because of their brotherly love for one another. I thought it would work, but the portal closed and Stiles hadn’t appeared. Come on, Stiles. Where are you?

We had to fight the Ghost Riders off, making sure they didn’t turn our beloved Beacon Hills into another ghost town. I’d run into the high school, looking for something to use as a weapon when I ran into someone in the hall. A tall, brown-haired figure wearing a flannel shirt. “Stiles?”

He turned, and smiles emerged on both of our faces. I broke into a run again, right into his arms. “I can’t believe you’re here. You’re really here.” I mumbled, the sound muffled against his shirt.

“I knew you could do it,” he said.

I pulled back slightly and looked up at his face, suddenly nervous. “That night in the jeep...did you hear what I told you before you disappeared?”

A soft smile rested on his face. “Of course I did. It was the one thing that kept me going, especially when I was stuck with Peter.”

“Peter Hale? Why the hell were you with Peter Hale?”

Stiles shook his head. “We can go over that later. For now, there’s one thing I’ve been wanting to do.” I was a little confused, but I understood once he leaned in and connected our lips.

This is what I’d been missing, and I was never going to let it go again.

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I watched from afar as Stiles gave his trusty baseball bat to Mason, who didn’t seem to appreciate the hunk of wood.

“Have you told him yet?” Lydia asked as she appeared next to me.

I shook my head. “We haven’t really had time to talk about that stuff. I think he doesn’t really want to think about it just yet and what that might mean for us.”

She nudged me with her elbow, silently telling me to go over there and talk to him. Rolling my eyes, I walked towards the familiar blue jeep and familiar mess of brown hair.

Liam and Mason had already walked away, and Scott and Stiles were standing and talking at the jeep’s trunk. “Hey, y/n. I’m just heading out, but I’ll see you guys later,” Scott said as I came up and Stiles threw his arm around me.

We waved as Scott left, and Stiles pulled me closer. “Hey,” he said, looking down at me with an affectionate expression.

I pulled him over so we could sit in the open trunk. “We need to talk.” I could see the panic flare up in his eyes.

“Oh, um, okay? Is everything okay?”

Chuckling lightly, I nodded. “Yeah, we just haven’t talked about college at all,” I explained.

His head dropped. “Yeah, I know. I just don’t want it to ruin what we have here, and I don’t even know what life will be like outside of Beacon Hills, and I feel like we just got together and now–”

“Stiles,” I cut him off. “I’m going to GW too.”

His eyes widened at my confession. “You...you’re going to GW?”

I nodded, a small smile on my lips. “I committed a while ago. I’m going to study journalism there.”

I watched as a smile spread across his face. Then, it was replaced by a quick smirk. “Oh great, you’re following me there, huh? I just can’t seem to get rid of you.”

I shrugged. “What can I say? I’m going to need someone to give me the inside scoop on the FBI’s antics.”

He looked pensive for a moment. “I think what you’re describing is illegal.”

“Not if it’s in the public’s interest. But maybe it just needs to be off the record,” I admitted. Stiles laughed. “Oh, it’s definitely going to be off the record.”

[just-a-really-tall-girl-tbh]

Waiting Room

Summary: Stiles is badly hurt, with only y/n to save him

Pairing: None in particular but sort of reader X Derek?

Warnings: Mentions of blood and fighting, also talk of hospital

Word count: 2188

Original piece please don’t copy :)

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Sitting in the hospital chair with your head in your hands you focused on your breathing.

In

Out

Flashes of claws plagued your vision, swiping before you.

In

Out

You scrunched your eyes hearing the piercing sound of your own scream, the eerie sound playing back in your mind, filling your head.

In

Out

You sat up leaning back against the plastic chair, rubbing your face up and down trying to regain some perspective. You stood up, unable to sit in those horrid chairs any longer and also wanting to be moving, anything to distract yourself.

Pacing back and forth in the hallway you consistently looked up at the closed doors in front of you.

‘SURGERY – Authorised personal only beyond this point’

The door stood still, you begged for it to open, for someone to come and tell you, they were okay, that they would survive. You needed something, anything to hold on to. Even false hope was still hope right?

Shaking your head, you sat back once again on the hospital chair.

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“Y/N RUN” Stiles screamed.

You barely had a chance to face the boy before you were knocked to the ground, the cold floor welcoming your body. Whatever it was that knocked you was now headed towards stiles. You blinked a few times, trying to stop the world from spinning around you. You pulled yourself up against the lockers that lined the boys changing room. Wincing as you touched your forehead, your fingers instantly becoming coated in blood. You looked up and saw Stiles slowly backing away from a large figure, his arms up in defence. You could see his mouth moving, but the ringing in your ears prevented you from hearing Stiles’ pleas.

Eventually Stiles had retreated as far as the room would allow, feeling his back against the wall, his hands searched either side of him, a failed attempt at finding something to defend himself with.

The assailant’s hand was raised, his claws gleaming in the poorly lit locker room, and in one swift motion he had sliced Stiles’ stomach.

You screamed as his body slumped against the wall, the attacker simply left the room, disinterested in continuing the fight he thought was futile. Stiles’ torso began turning ruby red, the blood coating his middle in moments.

Scrambling to your feet you ran to him.

“Stiles? Hey, it’s okay I’m here I’m here” the words came out weaker than you intended. He looked up at you, his hands covering his stomach, a useless attempt at stopping the bleeding. You looked around the room, you needed to stop the bleeding. Grabbing a towel from a nearby bench you wrapped it and placed it on his abdomen, he grimaces at the sudden pressure.

“I’m sorry okay, I gotta stop the bleeding, just stay with me okay? Don’t you dare leave.” His slight head nod was all you needed to know he heard you.

“You gotta keep talking to me okay? I need another towel, and I’ll call an ambulance, or I’ll call Scott and we will get out of here okay?” You pleaded, trying to convince yourself it was going to be okay. You had seen injuries like this before and they always put pressure on the wound trying to stop the bleeding so that’s a good place to start. Your mind suddenly racing, scrambling to remember information they taught you in that stupid first aid course the school made everyone take. Logical and rational thinking was the only thing that would give Stiles a fighting chance. Placing Stiles’ hands over the now blood-soaked towel, you stood taking a deep breath, and began looking for more supplies.

“Talk to me Stiles, I need to hear you.”

“I don’t want to die at school.” He whispered.

“You’re not going to die; I won’t let you okay? Who else is going to tell me when I’m being dramatic or bring Scott and I into the woods at 1AM looking for a body? Who else is going to defend me even when I’m not there to defend myself? Who else is going to make me laugh when all I want to do is cry?” You finished your sentence as you kneeled next to Stiles, your arms filled with towels. Removing one you replaced it with two more, trying to stop the bleeding.

“You gotta tell my Dad, y/n”

“What? Tell your Dad what?” You were focused on his stomach, placing towel after towel anywhere you saw red.

“Tell him I love him okay?” Your breathing hitched in your throat and you looked up at the boy. His face was pale, more so than usual. His eyes lacked the spark that normally filled them.

“He knows Stiles. He knows.” Tears brimmed your eyes.

“You gotta tell him though okay? Promise me?”

“I promise, but you have to promise me something too.” He looked at you, unable to continue talking, allowing you to proceed. “You have to ask Lydia to the winter formal.”

His eyes widened, and mouth opened to object, no sound passed his lips.

“Come on Stiles, if- No- WHEN we get out of this, you have to do it.”

Stiles nodded as his eyes began to droop closed.

“No no no, you can’t Stiles come on.” You reached up to his face, your blood-soaked hands covering his cheeks with the liquid unintentionally. You shook his head and begged him to come back to you.

His breathing shallowed, only a whisper of air exchanging in his lungs.

The next few minutes were a blur. You had called an ambulance and then called Scott. Rode in the ambulance to the hospital and were told to wait outside while they wheeled Stiles into surgery. You stood at the entrance of the doors just staring, unable to move from your spot. Maybe if you didn’t move you would wake up from this horrible dream. Maybe if you didn’t move Stiles would walk out of there telling you it was all a mean joke. And so, you stood. Until a nurse came and asked about your head. You didn’t hear her the first few times she spoke to you, until she placed a hand on your shoulder, and you snapped out of your trance. Your face was wet from the tears you had no idea were even falling, too numb to feel anything other than helplessness.

The nurse walked you to a vacant bed, holding your arms and leading you away from the door you so desperately wanted to stand before. She cleaned your hands, the red painted sink yet another reminder of the events. She cleaned your wounds and stitched your forehead together before placing a bandage on your forehead. Her question didn’t register with you the first time, your eyes fixated on the wall ahead, the imagine of Stiles’ body permanently engraved in your mind.

“Sweetie?” You looked at the nurse. “Is there anyone I can call for you?” The sympathy evident in her eyes and tone of voice. Taking a few moments to answer you searched your mind for who you might want to call. Your parents were out of town on business, too busy with their jobs to worry about raising a child. Scott was already on his way, bringing Derek with him. The face of the sheriff came to the forefront of your mind. Feeling the guilt of having to tell him that his only son, his only child, was in a critical condition all because you wanted to sneak a copy of the test answers from Coaches desk, a fresh batch of tears lined your eyes.

“McCall.” You whispered. “Mellissa McCall.”

The nurse simply nodded and left the cubicle.

‘Mellissa McCall can you please report to emergency bay 3 please, Mellissa McCall to emergency bay 3’ the intercom speaker sounded through the hospital.

Moments later the privacy cloth dividing your bed from the emergency room was whipped open. Mellissa’s distraught face appeared behind it, she ran towards the bed, wrapping her arms around you and tightly holding as your body collapsed into hers.

“I tried Melissa, I tried but there was so much blood and it was everywhere-” you began

“Shhh it’s okay you did great okay?” she comforted.

“I can’t tell him. I can’t tell his Dad, I can’t.” You begged.

“Hey, we will do it together okay? I’m right here.” Melissa always had a way of soothing anyone. Maybe it was her motherly touch or the way her voice had a calming tone to it, but it always helped. Always. After a few minutes she pulled away, told you she was going to call the sheriff and ask him to come down, then she was going to go into the theatre to check on Stiles’ progress.

Leaving your cubicle, you sat on the chairs in front of the surgery. Your head hurt but it didn’t faze you. Losing your best friend was at the forefront of your mind and the thought of not having your cheeky sidekick beside you was too much to handle.

Quick footsteps sounded the halls and your heart raced. You weren’t ready to tell Sheriff Stilinski about his son. Looking up you were somewhat relieved to see Scott and Derek.

“Hey.” Scott said softly as you raised to your feet and were pulled into a tight hug. “Have you heard anything?” Shaking your head, you pulled away, not wanting to make eye contact with the werewolf Infront of you, too ashamed to see the distress on his face knowing you caused it.

Scott stepped back allowing Derek to hug you next. He didn’t let go when you tried to pull away after a few moments, knowing you needed to be held just a little longer. Sniffling, you pulled back, Derek allowing you to this time. His arms stayed wrapped around your waist, his hand comfortably placed on you hip.

Collectively everyone looked up at the sound of another person running towards you all. A worried sheriff Stilinski appeared at the end of the hall, sprinting towards you. Before he could ask where his boy was and what had happened, the surgery doors swung open, a gowned-up Melissa exiting the room. She removed her protective gear and took a deep breath. Derek pulled you closer, preparing for the news.

“He lost a lot of blood. Almost too much.” She looked towards the sheriff. “But that boy in there is as stubborn as anything. The doctors believe he will make it.” Everyone sighed in relief and Derek pulled you into his chest, closing his eyes in relief. You felt your knees go weak and let out a soft cry.

“Y/n, you saved him.” Melissa approached you. “If you weren’t with him, he wouldn’t be here.” You nodded into Derek’s chest, unwilling to separate knowing you would have to face your best friends Dad. Mellissa hugged Scott and then the sheriff, both thanking her for her help.

You felt a hand on your upper back, slowly pulling away from the safety of Derek’s chest you turned to face Noah. His eyes were soft, tears falling from them freely, he softly smiled before pulling you into his chest.

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered.

“Hey it’s okay, he’s okay, we’re okay.” He replied.

“I didn’t mean it I swear we didn’t know we weren’t alone.”

“Y/n stop” He paused, separating the two of you, holding you at arms distance and tilting his head down. “We just need him to recover okay? That’s what you need to focus on.”

Simply nodding you were pulled back into the arms of the sheriff. Looking over his shoulder your eyes connected with Scott’s, his worried expression was replaced with one of anger. Eventually the Sheriff needed to sign some paperwork at the front desk, or maybe Melissa just sensed you guys needed a minute. Either way you were grateful for the opportunity to be able to explain the events to the boys.

“Well?” Scott looked at you expectantly. You sighed and looked at your feet.

“We wanted the answers to Tuesday’s test, neither of us had time to study so we figured we would find the answer key in coaches’ desk and borrow it.” Scott rolled his eyes and breathed out heavily, his mannerisms dripping with disapproval. Derek could only watch on as you continued to explain yourself. “When we got there, Stiles said he thought we weren’t alone, I thought he was just trying to scare me. We got to the boy’s locker room and were about to head into coaches’ office when Stiles yelled at me to run. Everything else is just a blur.” Finally looking up and meeting Scott’s eyeline you saw him deep in thought, the stress of the night’s events, evident in every inch of his face. “Scott?”

“I’m thinking.” He was short.

“There’s one more thing.” He looked towards you, ready to be annoyed with whatever you were about to say next. “Whatever attacked stiles, it had claws.” His eyes widened and looked towards Derek who looked like he had just made the same connection as Scott.

“There’s another werewolf in Beacon hills.”

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Couples Costume

Sheriff Stilinski has the job of chaperoning the school dance when he realises his son is wearing one half of a couple’s costume and he wants to know who has the other half.

[AO3]

 “Jackson,” Sheriff Stilinski said warningly.

The young man jumped, snatching his arm back from the punch bowls and quickly hiding the silver flask behind his back as he turned to face the Sheriff.

“Hello, sir,” Jackson said, feigning innocence.

He flashed a charming smile, but it had no affect on John.

John levelled him with an unwavering look and he held out his hand, motioning for Jackson to hand the flask over.

Jackson bowed his head, looking guilty as he moved his hand from behind his back and handed over the flask.

“You can pick it up from the station tomorrow,” John said.

“What?” Jackson objected.

“I’m not going to let you spike the punch and I’m not going to give you back a flask of alcohol before you drive home?” John asked.

Jackson tensed. “Are you going to tell my parents?”

“Not if you don’t try this again,” John promised.

Jackson nodded.

“Now, go on,” John said, nodding towards the crowd.

Jackson hurried back over to his group of friends.

John shook his head, sliding the flask into the inside pocket of his windcheater.

He looked around the large space of the school gym. The large room had been decorated for the Halloween dance; with a canopy of white fabric and orange, purple and black streamers strung from the ceiling to make it look like a tent, strings of lights followed the curves of the fabric and trailed down the walls, and stacks of jack-o-lanterns that the students had carved.

There were a few tables set up around the corners of the room with orange table cloths draped over them and fake candles sitting in the middle of the table to light them.

Students moved around the space, dressed in costumes; standing in small groups around the edges of the hall, talking, or joining the crowd in the middle of the hall, dancing.

A familiar face emerged from the crowd, making his way over to John.

Stiles’ hair had been coloured with pink on one side and blue on the other, matching the eye shadow that Lydia had put on him. He had tattooed painted on him with eyeliner. He had a thick choker with silver letters spelling out PUDDIN around his neck.

He wore a pair of tight red pleather pants with a studded belt, a jacket that was split in half – one side red and the other blue – and a slightly torn tee-shirt with curved black lettering that read ‘Daddy’s Lil Monster’. The shirt was cropped short and slightly torn at the bottom, revealing a glimpse of Stiles’ toned abs and slender waist. To complete the look, he carried around a foam replica of the baseball bat from Suicide Squad.

“Hey, kiddo,” John greeted.

“I thought chaperones had to dress up too?” Stiles asked, looking his dad up and down.

“I did dress up,” John replied. “I’m a Sheriff.”

Stiles levelled him with an exasperated look.

“Forget about me,” John said, changing the subject. He pointed at Stiles’ costume. “Harley Quinn, right?”

“Yeah,” Stiles said, looking down at himself. “I wanted the more classic red and black look, but this was all they had available.”

“Now, if I remember rightly, that costume was marketed as a couples costume,” John said, looking his son up and down. “So, where’s your Joker?”

“Poison Ivy, actually,” Stiles replied.

“Let me guess… Lydia,” John guessed.

“No,” Stiles answered. “She’s Daphne.”

“Daphne?” John repeated, confused.

“From Scooby Doo,” Stiles explained.

“Allison?”

“She’s Velma,” Stiles answered. “Lydia’s Daphne, Isaac’s Fred, Allison’s Velma, and Scott’s Shaggy—he’s even carrying around a Scooby Doo plushie.”

“Okay, so who’s your Ivy?” John asked. He waved dismissively. “It doesn’t matter—I want a photo of you two, so take me to them.”

“John,” Coach Finstock called out, making his way over to the Sheriff’s side.

Stiles swallowed hard. He turned to Lydia as she stepped up beside him, leaning in close and whispering, “Can you find Derek and give him the heads up; I’m being forced to out him?”

“On it,” Lydia said quietly, turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Stiles felt his chest tighten, his heart hammering against his ribs. He felt the lump in his throat swell. His heart beat faster as tears began to prick at his eyes.

He looked over his shoulder to see Lydia enter the gym again with Derek by her side.

Derek was dressed in a pair or red pleather pants and a corset-like deep green vest that was embroidered with light green thread in the pattern of ivy leaves with fake leaves of ivy sewn onto it to make it 3D. A vine of fake ivy was coiled around each of his arms, accentuating the curves of his firm biceps.

His sharp cheek bones were highlighted by a soft shade of green that matched the colour of his eye shadow. Lydia had used eyelash glue to stick fake ivy leaves to Derek’s eyebrows and red hair spray to colour his hair.

His face lit up with sweet smile when he saw Stiles.

“I’m so sorry,” Stiles whispered under his breath when Derek reached him.

“It’s okay,” Derek replied, keeping his voice low. “No matter what happens, you’ve still got me.”

Derek looked at him lovingly, his pale aventurine eyes sparkling in the glow of the string lights.

Stiles returned his smile, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat.

Derek took Stiles’ trembling hand in his own, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

Stiles drew in a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He turned back towards his dad just as Coach said goodbye and chased off after a student causing trouble.

“Dad,” Stiles started slowly, his voice tense and anxious. “This is Derek… My boyfriend.”

A look of surprise passed over John’s face as he looked from Stiles to Derek.

Derek offered his a smile, tightening his hold on Stiles’ shaking hand.

John smiled in return.

“You look great, Derek,” he said. “Do you mind if I get a picture of you two?”

“Sure,” Derek said, stepping closer to Stiles’ side.

He saw Stiles’ shoulders drop as he let out a sigh of relief. His hand was still shaking as he held on to Derek.

John dug his phone out of his pocket and quickly took a photo of the two of them. He smiled at them as he lowered his phone. “Thank you.”

“Do you want a drink?” Derek asked them both.

“I’m alright, thank you,” John replied.

“I’d like one please,” Stiles answered.

Derek nodded, giving Stiles’ hand a gentle squeeze before letting go and making his way over to the drinks table.

Stiles felt he sense of dread return, his chest tightening.

“I wanted to tell you…” Stiles said, looking down at his feet. “I was just… I was scared that you’d hate me.”

“Stiles,” John said softly, setting his hand on his son’s shoulder and craning his neck to look Stiles in the eye. “You are my son and I love you, no matter what.”

Glistening tears welled in Stiles’ eyes, lit by the surrounding lights. A weak smile turned up the corner of his mouth.

“How long have you two been together?” John asked.

“About eight months,” Stiles admitted.

“You managed to keep this from me for eight months?” John asked, stunned.

Stiles shrugged.

“I’m happy for you,” John said, smiling as he gently tousled his son’s hair.

“Thanks, dad.”

“Now, go have fun.”

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 A while later, John stepped out of the gym to patrol the halls and the outside of the building to make sure no students were sneaking off to cause trouble. He made his way around the side of the old red brick building and slowed when he saw Stiles sitting outside on a step.

He went to walk forward when he heard the door open and a familiar voice said, “Hey, you okay?”

Stiles turned slightly, smiling as he looked up at Derek.

“Yeah,” he answered. “I just needed a break from the crowd and the music.”

“Do you want some company?” Derek asked hesitantly.

“I’d love some.”

Derek stepped forward, sitting down on the step beside Stiles.

“Sorry I’m not more fun.”

“I’m having plenty of fun just spending time with you,” Derek said. He paused, thinking for a moment. “Do you want to dance?”

“I want to dance, but I just feel so overwhelmed in there,” Stiles admitted.

“Okay,” Derek said, digging into his pocket and fishing out his phone. He scrolled through his music library before picking a song and turning up the volume just a little. It was a slow song with a soft melody.

Derek rose to his feet and held a hand out to Stiles.

Stiles smiled as he took Derek’s hand, letting him pull Stiles to his feet. He pulled him closer, holding Stiles’ hand in his as he set his other hand on Stiles’ hip and began to sway.

Stiles let out a quiet chuckle as he rested his head against Derek’s shoulder, wrapping his arm around Derek’s shoulder as he swayed back and forth, following the sweet melody of the song.

Derek rested his cheek atop Stiles’ head as they danced slowly beneath the light of the back door and the streetlights along the car park.

John couldn’t help but smile as he watched them, a sense of relief filling his chest when he saw the smile on his son’s face.

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 “It’s time to announce the winners of the costume contest,” Natalie Martin announced as Stiles and Derek made their way back into the gym.

The crowd gathered around the small stage that had been set up at the far end of the gym.

“First up; the award for best dressed girl.” Natalie opened the envelope and read the name, “Supergirl; Erica Reyes.”

The crowd applauded as Erica made her way up onto the stage.

Natalie handed her a bouquet of flowers and a certificate.

Erica thanked her before making her way off stage.

“Next up, the award for best dressed boy goes to…” Natalie opened the next envelope. “The gladiator; Danny Mahealani.”

The crowd cheered again as Danny – shirtless and dressed as a gladiator – stepped up onto the stage to receive his certificate and flowers.

“And now for the best dressed group,” Natalie continued once Danny had joined the crowd again. “The best dressed group goes to—” She opened the envelope. “—the Scooby Doo gang; Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, and Scott McCall.”

The crowd cheered loudly as they made their way up onto the stage to receive their certificates and flowers.

They made their way down off the stage and Natalie picked up another envelope.

A buzz of confused chatter filled the room.

“And a last minute addition,” Natalie said. “The award for the best couples costume goes to—” She opened the envelope. “—Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy; Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale.”

The crowd roared with applause. A few people let out sharp wolf whistles.

Stiles bowed his head, trying to hide his blush.

Derek reached out and took his hand, leading the way through the crowd and up to the stage.

They made their way up the small flight of stairs and across the stage, accepting the certificates that read ‘Best Dressed Couple’ with their names written beneath the elegantly typed title and a bouquet of brightly coloured flowers.

Stiles smiled sweetly, sticking close to Derek as the crowd’s applause grew louder.

They made their way off stage and over to where Lydia, Isaac, Allison and Isaac stood.

Lydia bounded over to Stiles’ side, wrapping her arms around him as she congratulated him. Scott gave Derek a half-hug before hugging Stiles.

Stiles’ face was lit with a bright smile. He turned to face Derek, stepping closer to him and leaning against his side.

John couldn’t help but smile as he watched them—watched how happy his son was, watched the way his eyes lit up as he looked at Derek lovingly. He couldn’t help but feel happy for his son.

[anxiousstark]

S2 10 | Fury

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 2848

Warnings: Mentions of guns, degrading names, injuries, blood, murder, swearing (always).

↪ PLEASE RESPECT MY WORK. DON’T COPY, TRANSLATE OR CLAIM THEM AS YOURS. NOT ON THIS WEBSITE OR ANOTHER. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

"So this kid's the real killer?" Noah Stilisnki asked, his eyes moving from Scott and Stiles to me. We were in Stiles's bedroom, showing him a picture of Matt. We needed to end this, but Noah didn't seem convinced by what we were trying to explain.

"Yeah." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"No."

"Yes!"

"No."

"Dad, come on." He got up from his chair, standing in front of the man who had raised him. "Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So all he had to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common."

"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter Kara wasn't in Harris's class."

"All right, okay, you're right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?"

"No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything." Stiles groaned, throwing his hands up.

"Scott, do you believe this?"

"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us. We know it's Matt." His calming voice reassured the Sheriff, but still, he seemed to have doubts. He glanced at me, and I nodded my head.

"Yeah, he took Harris's car, okay? Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris's class, that they'd arrest him."

"All right, fine. I'll allow the remote possibility, but give me a motive." We looked at each other, sighing in relief. "I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and its coach dead?"

"Isn't it obvious?" We still didn't know why Matt was doing this, so no. "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years." He shouted before his voice lowered. "Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?" Before Noah could answer back his son, I hit Stiles's arm. "Ouch, what was that for?" He rubbed the placed where I had hit him while glancing at me.

"I'm in the swim team, asshole." I pouted, but then I quickly connected another dot. "That's why he attacked me." Both boys looked at me confused, still trying to understand. "That could be another reason, guys. I'm in the swim team." However, there were other people in the swim team, so why didn't he attack them?

"Attacked you?" Mr. Stilisnki directed at me. He seemed mad. "Okay, what do you want me to do?"

We smiled, sighing in content. "We need to look at the evidence," Scott's voice sounded confident.

"Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work."

"Trust me. They'll let you in."

Sheriff Stilisnki was perplexed due to his son's words. "Trust you?" His fingers pointed at him.

"T-trust Scott?" Sheriff still wasn't convinced. "Trust...Y/N?"

"Y/N I trust." I grinned, feeling better than the other two boys, which made both of them push me a little. Tsk, is that jealousy I smell?

"It's 2:00 in the morning." The Deputy behind the counter gave us a judging look. Sheriff Stilisnki took the three of us to the station in hopes of finding more information, which seemed complicated as he no longer worked there.

"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important."

"We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" The hazel-eyed boy whispered to Scott and me. "Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one, you remember?" We nodded. The pregnant girl, Jessica.

"Yeah. Since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him."

The Deputy made a gesture with her head. "Thank you. Boys. Y/N." We entered the office, watching the recording from the cameras of the hospital. "I don't know, guys. I mean, look at this. There was a six-car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed."

"All right, just keep going. Look, he had to have passed one of the cameras on that floor to get to Jessica, okay? He's gotta be on the footage somewhere."

"Oh, hold on, stop! Did you see that? Scroll back." I hurriedly pointed to the camera.

"That's him! That's Matt!"

"All I see is the back of someone's head." Mr. Stilisnki glanced at us over his shoulder.

"Matt's head, yeah. I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird." A disgusting expression decorated his face. But it couldn't surpass Noah's face, realizing how weird his son was. "All right, fine, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?"

"Millions, literally."

"Okay, can we scroll forward? There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras."

"Right there! Stop, stop! See, there he is again."

"You mean there's the back of his head again."

"Okay, but look. He's talking to someone."

"He's talking to my mom." He took his phone out, calling Melissa who was working. After sending her a picture of Matt, she affirmed recognizing him. She had stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall.

Noah rapidly grabbed some files. "We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site."

"And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders. The trailer, the hospital, and the rave." Stiles added.

"Actually, four. A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."

"When?"

"A couple hours before you got there."

"All right, dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?"

"Four's enough for a warrant." We sighed in relief. "Scott, call your mom back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant. Y/N, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."

"On it!" I quickly hurried. When I arrived at the front desk, there was nobody. "Hello?" I glance down. The Deputy was lying on the floor, wide eyes, blood covering all of her chest. Then, I noticed that her gun was missing. I heard a click, turning around. Matt was there, the gun pointing to the space between my eyes.

He turned my body around, now pointing the gun to the back of my head. "Walk." We both started walking towards Noah's office.

Stiles was the first one to notice me, his eyes shaking. He was going to take a step forward when his father stopped him. "Matt?" Noah showed him his empty unarmed hands. "It's Matt, right? Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

"You know, it's funny you say that because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are." The barrel of the gun was pressed tighter against my head as he talked.

"I know you don't wanna hurt people."

"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You three weren't on my list," The gun he was holding hit the back of my scalp, making me hiss. "She was, Y/N McCall. If it wasn't for her, everything would have gone perfectly. But she HAD to be there, at the video store, fucking everything up." He sighed, pushing me forward. Stiles grabbed me, checking my face quickly, touching the back of my head to make sure that I didn't have any wound. "But I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialling somebody on your cell phone like McCall is doing. T-that could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone. Now!"

Matt made Stiles handcuff his father, then he took us with him. On the corridor, three officers were on the ground, lifeless. "What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?" Scott asked.

"No, that's what Jackson's for. I just think about killing them, and he does it." He smirked.

Now, we were destroying all the files that conducted to him being a murderer. "Deleted. And we're done. All right, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first, whatever that means, I think we're good here, right? So I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima."

We saw a light, followed by the sound of a car. "Sounds like your mom's here, McCall."

"Matt, don't do this. When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt."

"If you don't move now. I'm gonna kill Stiles first, and then your mom. And then," He smirked. "I'm going to kill her. Because thanks to Y/N the Kanima isn't as strong as it could be. That night, if Jackson would have been the only one getting scratched, all of this wouldn't have happened. You guys would probably be dead." His rage was directed towards me. "But this bitch had to go inside the video store, and fuck everything up."

"And I will fuck everything up again if you touch anyo-" Stiles gripped my arm, begging me to calm down.

To our surprise, it wasn't Melissa. It was Derek. But he was paralyzed as soon as he came inside, falling to the floor, and letting us see Jackson behind him. "This is the one controlling him? This kid?" I tried not to chuckle.

"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh, yeah, that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas. It's like a fucking Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"

"Abominable snowman," I whispered his name, trying to let him know that it wasn't the time to be sarcastic. "But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal."

Matt didn't like Stiles's comment. Jackson scratched his neck, paralyzing him. His body fell on top of Derek. "You bitch."

"Get him off of me."

"Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must kinda suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

"Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."

Again, we heard a car. This time, it was Melissa. Scott went out with Matt, the next thing we knew, we heard a gunshot. I stayed on the floor, next to Stiles and Derek. Jackson's eyes fixed on me, smirking. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to end all of this.

A couple of minutes later, Matt came back to the room. My eyes focused on Scott, seeing the blood on his shirt. I walked up to him, examining his face for any type of signal that would let me know that he was healing. He just side-hugged me, keeping me away from his injury. "Is Melissa okay?" I whispered.

He nodded, glaring at Matt. "The evidence is gone. Why don't you just go?"

"Y-you think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, I-I want the book." We both were confused. Matt groaned, getting madder. "The bestiary. Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."

"I don't have it. It's Gerard's. What do you want it for, anyway?"

"I need answers." He used the back of his mouth to clean the visible sweat around his mouth.

"Answers to what?"

"To this." He lifted his shirt. His right side was the same colour as the Kanima, scales all over it, and it seemed to palpitate. It looked like that thing had its own life. "I'm tired of this," He grabbed Scott's shirt roughly. "Come with me. Jackson, keep an eye on those two," His glare went to me. "And her."

I sat down again, next to both boys while Jackson kept guard of the room so nobody would go inside or outside.

"Hey. You know what's happening to Matt?" Stiles whispered.

"I know the book's not gonna help him. You can't just break the rules, not like this."

"What do you mean?" I asked, keeping my eyes on Jackson.

"Universe balances things out. Always does." He panted. "He is using Jackson to kill people, and killing people himself." I stared at Derek, waiting for him to continue. "Balance."

"Wait," Stiles intervened. "So he becomes the Kanima? Derek nodded. We needed to stop him. We needed to tell him. I glance around the room, seeing my backpack on the floor. "Oh no," I heard Stilinski muttering. "What are you thinking of, McCall?" He tried to move his head to glance at me. "Don't do anything stupid, please. You are the one who told me that when I confronted Peter Hale."

"Did you listen to me, Stiles?" I asked in a hushed voice, crawling to my bag, rummaging through it until I grabbed the object that I was searching for. Pepper spray.

He groaned. "No, I didn't." I slowly got up from the ground, without making any sound. "You aren't going to listen, right?"

"Hey, Jackson," His head snapped to me, eyes shining. "Beautiful eyes." I rapidly used pepper spray. Jackson groaned, kneeling on the ground, and aggressively rubbing his eyes. I threw the spray back to the boys. "He will come to get me. I need to help Scott. Use the spray if you need it!" And even though Derek Hale told me not to do anything absurd, I continued running.

However, the power in the entire station turned off. "Fuck," I muttered. The sound of guns being shot scared the shit out of me, but I had to find Scott. I crawled on the floor, hands covering my head as the windows were being broken by the bullets. Then, when the shots seemed to stop, I got up and ran.

"Shit," My heart almost came out of my chest when I saw Allison. I felt fear because something bad could happen to her, then I felt relieved because we were worried about her as we hadn't seen her at the end of the party. And again, I felt terrified when I saw her face. A numb expression decorating her features while she had a hard grip on her crossbow. "What are you doing here?"

"Where's Derek? She avoided my question, answering with her own. "Where's Derek?!" Her eyes were teary.

"An answer for an answer," I replied. "What the heck are you doing here? You need to get the hell out of here." I looked around, deciding to whisper. "Allison, this is dangerous."

"I'm going to kill Derek Hale because he killed my mom." She spat. "And I will kill anyone who gets on my way."

"Bitch," I mumbled. "Derek Hale saved our asses a million times. Yeah, he probably isn't the best at communication, but when I say our asses, I also mean yours." I scowled. "Your mom," I smirked. "A huge bitch she is. Well, she was." Allison threw a punch at me, but I surprisingly dodged it, something you would only expect in films or books. "She deserves all that she got. She went to the hospital to get information from Mellisa." She glanced at the ground while I continued. "She deserved all that she got. Do you know why? Because she tried to kill Scott." She was in denial, but she knew because her family was deranged. "She tried to kill your boyfriend, Allison. She tried to kill my brother." I firmly stated.

"Shut up!" Next thing I knew, there was an arrow piercing my stomach. The arrow was exactly in the middle. I stared at it, and the blood coming out, although no words were coming out of my mouth as I stared at her. "Oh my, I-I didn't mean to-" I fell to the ground, thankfully on my back so the arrow wouldn't get more stuck in my abdomen. Allison was also interrupted when the Kanima appeared, paralyzing her. Then, it was Matt's turn to make an appearance.

"You should've given me a chance. Because remember how I said I'm not the kind of guy who would say something like: 'well if I can't have her, no one can.' It's not totally true because, Allison, if I can't have you, no one can!" He screamed. "Thank you for finding this slut," He kneeled next to me, brushing my hair. "Pepper spray, uh?"

"If I could," I gasped for air. "I would fucking k-kill you right now."

"Yeah," He laughed hysterically. "But I think you are dying first. Should we show momma McCall, Scott, and Stiles how stunningly beautiful you look as the blood leaves your body?" This dude was sick, utterly sick. "Yeah, let's show them." The hand that was caressing my hair clutched it forcefully, dragging me by my hair through all the rooms in the station. I lost consciousness.

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Season 3a; Episode 6: Motel California

Hello all! I really love this chapter because it let’s everyone see a little more of (Y/N)’s Zeta powers. We also have a few nice moments between (Y/N) and some of the other characters. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and as always constructive criticism is appreciated! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist. 

Season 3a; Episode 6: Motel California

Pairings: Scott McCall x Twin Sister, Lydia Martin x Best Friend, Isaac Lahey x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, near death

Word Count: 3,955

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Everyone steps out of the bus looking up at the old motel. "I've seen worse." Scott says.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles asks.

"Seriously, this place looks like the setting to a horror movie." I reply.

Coach blows his whistle before anyone can reply, "Listen up. The meet's been pushed to tomorrow morning. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment in accepting a group of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely."

Coach starts handing out the keys, he gives Allison and Lydia a confused look as they approach. Allison smiles brightly taking the key from him, "Thanks Coach."

Once all the keys are passed out Coach addresses the students once more, "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves."

Once he finishes everyone disperses, trying to find their rooms. Lydia and I hang back, looking at the motel buildings with unease. "Lydia? (Y/N)?" Allison's voice breaks us from our thoughts.

"I don't like this place." Lydia states.

"I don't either. I feel like something bad is going to happen." I say.

"It's just for one night." Allison replies, trying to reassure us.

"A lot can happen in a night." Lydia says. I nod in agreement then take a breath and loop my arm through Lydia's, gently pulling her with me.

Once we make it to our door Allison and I pause to look at Stiles and Scott. They both smile then head into their room making Allison turn and walk through the motel door. She throws her bag on the closest bed then looks back at Lydia and I who still haven't entered the room.

"You're both really freaked out, aren't you?" Allison asks.

"I just have this feeling like coming here wasn't an accident." Lydia replies.

"What do you mean? Like we were supposed to come here? Like fate?"

"I don't know. Something." Lydia whispers. As they talk my eyes scan the room and I strain my ears to listen to anything that screams 'danger'.

Allison takes both of our hands, tugging us into the room, "I don't believe in fate."

"Well, maybe you should start." Lydia turns towards me as the door swings shut, "Are you getting your danger sense?"

"I don't know. It doesn't feel like it has before. But I know something is... different about this place. And it definitely doesn't feel good." I answer.

"Well, I'm going to shower." Allison says. She pulls clothes out of her bag then heads into the bathroom. A few seconds later she comes back out, "Can one of you get towels? These all smell like smoke."

Lydia and I both nod, taking the towels from Allison's hand. "I'll go." Lydia says to me.

"I'll come with you. I need to get out of this room." I reply, standing up and following her out of the room.

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 Lydia and I step into the lobby. Lydia walks up to the front desk, placing the pile of towels onto the counter. I stand slightly behind her, trying to focus on my breathing. "Excuse me, but the card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room. Yet somehow every one of our towels reeks of nicotine."

The desk clerk turns around revealing a permanent tracheostomy tube in her throat. "That would explain it." I mumble.

At the same time the desk clerk addresses Lydia, "Sorry about that, sweetheart."

"What's that? That number." Lydia asks the clerk.

My eyes flicker to the number '198' posted behind the desk. "Oh, that's kind of an inside thing for the motel. My husband insists on keeping it up." The woman replies.

"What does it mean?" Lydia asks once more.

The woman leans closer, "We're not going to make the top of anyone's list when it comes to customer satisfaction."

"Obviously." Lydia states as I roll my eyes.

"But we are number one in California when it comes to one disturbing little detail. Since opening, more than any other motel in California, we've had the most guest suicides." She then points to the number.

"198." Lydia and I both say in disbelief.

The woman smiles, "And counting."

Grabbing the new towels, Lydia and I turn to leave the lobby. I suck in a couple of deep breaths once we are outside. "Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine."

"That doesn't really answer the question. Are you fine right now?"

I look at my best friend, "I feel a little sick. And I still have a feeling that we're in danger." I take another deep breath, "I've dealt with this feeling enough to know not to ignore it."

"Too bad the danger sense doesn't tell you what the danger is."

"That would be too easy." 

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 Back in the room Lydia and I tell Allison about the suicides. "198?" Allison gasps out in shock.

I lazily nod, leaning against the headboard and trying to relax. "Yes. And if we're talking forty years, on average that's only about four point nine five a year which is sort of expected." Lydia says. "But commemorating it with a framed number? Who does that?"

"All suicides?" 

"That's what she said." I answer, closing my eyes to avoid the girls concerned looks.

Lydia continues, "Hanging, throat cutting, pill popping, both barrels of a shotgun in the mouth suicides. And I don't know about you but-" She cuts herself off then starts speaking in a whisper, "Did you hear that?"

My eyes flutter open and I use my heightened hearing to try and figure out what she's talking about. "Hear what?" Allison asks.

Lydia stands up and looks towards the air vent. She quickly climbs onto the bed to try and get closer to it. "Lyds?" I question.

Lydia stays silent, intently listening to something that neither Allison nor I can hear. "Oh my God..." She mumbles.

"What is it?" Allison asks.

"Lyds, what happened?" I ask at the same time.

"You guys didn't hear that?" Lydia questions.

"Hear what?" Allison asks once more.

"They shot each other. Two people in the other room- they just shot each other."

Lydia stumbles off of the bed and rushes through the door. She moves to the room next door, Allison and I following closely behind. She swings the door open and reaches for the light switch. 

The room is empty, plastic sheets cover the furniture and paint cans litter the floor. A heater is near the wall drying the paint. "I don't get it. It had to be here. You didn't hear them?"

Allison and I both shake our heads, "It was a guy and girl. They sounded young and... they were here. I'm not lying."

"Hey we believe you." Allison starts, "After everything we've been through, we believe you."

"It has to be because of what you are." I say watching as Lydia hurries out of the room.

"Have you figured it out yet?"

We walk back into our room and Lydia starts packing up her bag, "No. I know it has to be a banshee or phoenix like I said before but from what I've found so far a lot of the information online is just stories and myths. Nothing explaining the powers which makes it hard to figure out what you are."

We all pause for a minute then Allison asks Lydia, "You want to leave? Like find another motel?"

"I'll sleep on a park bench if I have to. Something's seriously wrong with this place and we need to leave."

"But they were suicides. Not murders. And it's not like the place is haunted, right?" Allison questions.

I bite my lip as Lydia replies, "Maybe it is. I bet that couple did their suicide pact right in that exact room. Maybe that's why they're renovating it. Maybe they've been scraping brain matter off the wood paneling."

"Maybe we should find out."

We all make our way to the lobby to ask the woman about the room next to us. A sign on the front desk reads 'back at 6am'. "There goes that." Lydia sighs.

Allison looks past the desk, "Didn't you both say that the number was 198?"

Lydia and I both look at the number which now says 201. "It was 198." Lydia replies looking at me for confirmation.

"Yeah, it definitely was 198." I nod, wrapping my arms around me.

"What's that mean? There have been three more suicides?" Allison questions.

"Or three more about to happen." Lydia replies.

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 Sitting in our room Allison, Lydia, and I tell Stiles about the suicides and the feeling of doom lingering over Lydia and me.

As Allison talks about something that happened between her and Scott earlier, I rest my head on Stiles shoulder and close my eyes, "Last time I saw Scott act like that was on the full moon."

Stiles adjusts the way we sit, wrapping his arm around me so that we would be more comfortable. He then starts speaking, "He was definitely off with me too. But actually, Boyd was really off. I watched him put his fist through the vending machine."

"See? It's the motel." Lydia then gestures to me, "Look at (Y/N)-"

"I am not acting strange." I defend myself, cracking an eye open.

"No but you're sick. I'm new to this werewolf thing but I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to get sick." She glares at me. 

I sigh and close my eyes again, waiting for Lydia to continue. "We either need to get out of here right now..." She trails off.

I hear a drawer being yanked open as she continues, "Or someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism ASAP before all the werewolves go crazy and kill us."

"Hold on. What if it's not just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right?" Stiles asks.

"You mean like three sacrifices?" Allison questions.

"What if this time it's three werewolves?"

"Scott, Isaac and Boyd."

"Scott and Boyd maybe since we know they're acting weird but Isaac isn't the only other werewolf here. There's me and Ethan too." I say, opening my eyes once more.

Nobody replies as Stiles reaches out, "Let me see that." he says pointing at the bible in Lydia's hand. Lydia hands him the book then he opens it pulling out newspaper clippings.

"What is that?" Allison asks.

Stiles reads the piece of paper, "28 year-old man hangs himself at infamous Glen Capri." He turns a few more pages, finding more newspaper clippings.

Lydia grabs two, "Look at these two. They both mention room 217. These are probably all the suicides that happened in this room."

"So if there's a Bible in every room..." Allison starts, mind racing.

"There could be articles in all of the rooms."

"That's just beautiful. Most places leave a mint on the pillow. This one leaves a record of all of the horrible deaths that occured." Stiles sarcastically states.

"What if the room next door has the one about the couple?" Lydia asks.

"Well, let's go check." I say, sitting up. The two other girls have already made their way to the door as I move to stand, though when I do I stand quickly and almost lose my balance. 

Stiles grabs my waist to steady me before I can fall, "You alright?"

I nod, "Yeah, just stood up too fast." He still looks concerned so I smile, "Seriously, I'm fine."

I grab his hand and pull him out the door with me. Lydia and Allison stand in front of room 216, "It won't open. It wasn't locked before." Lydia says.

Not getting the chance to reply, we all look at the door as we hear the sound of a saw. "I'm not the only one who heard that, am I?" Lydia asks.

"It sounds like someone turned the hand saw on." Allison states.

I gently elbow the two girls out of the way and reach the handle. I take a breath and using all the strength I can gather in my weakened state, I snap the handle. Opening the door we see Ethan raising the hand saw to his stomach.

"Ethan don't!" Stiles says, moving past me to grab the saw from the Alpha.

Lydia grabs the power cord from the wall just as Stiles wrestles the saw from Ethan. I rush over to Stiles as he falls almost landing on the still moving saw. I quickly help him stand and check him over to make sure he's okay. 

Before I can ask, Stiles and I both turn our attention to Allison and Lydia who are trying to stop Ethan from putting his claws into his abdomen. Stiles and I join the girls but Ethan pushes us away. He falls back and hits the heater with his hand. "What the hell? What are you doing?" Ethan frantically asks us.

He examines our out of breath and concerned looks then asks another question, "What just happened?"

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 Ethan shoves past us heading out the door, "You seriously don't remember?" I ask, rushing after him.

"Didn't you hear what I just said? I don't remember how I got there or what I was doing." Ethan snaps.

I glare as Stiles replies, "Hey, you could be a little more helpful, you know? We did just save your life."

"And you probably shouldn't have."

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing." I say.

We watch as he slams the door to his room shut. "What now?" Lydia asks.

"I'll find Scott. You three grab Isaac and Boyd. The best we can do is get them out of here." Allison answers.

"If you need us just shout. I'll hear you." I say. She nods then quickly goes back up the stairs. I start moving in the direction of Isaac and Boyd's room but stop when I hear Lydia's voice.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" 

"I wasn't-"

"Stiles." Lydia warns the brunette.

"Okay," He sighs, "I didn't want to say it. But we've kind of been through something like this before. A lot like this."

"What do you mean? When?" I raise an eyebrow when Lydia asks, just as confused.

Stiles quickly glances at me then looks back at Lydia, "Your birthday party. The night you poisoned everyone with wolfsbane."

"If it's wolfsbane then that would make sense why I'm not being affected the same way as the others." I say, turning back around to continue walking towards Boyd and Isaac's room.

The other two follow, "Lydia I didn't mean you're trying to kill people. I meant that maybe you're somehow involved in getting people to kill themselves." Stiles tries to explain.

"But last time she didn't really remember much of anything because Peter was controlling her. She's perfectly fine right now and-"

Lydia cuts me off, "Do you hear that?"

We both shake our head, exchanging a look. "What do you hear?" Stiles asks.

"A baby crying. It's mother- she can't get it to stop crying. And I hear... I hear water running." She pauses as she listens, "Oh my God, she's drowning the baby."

She then whirls around to face me and Stiles, "Someone's drowning."

We quickly rush to Boyd and Isaac's room. In the bathroom, Boyd has a safe on top of him, keeping him under the water. "He blocked the drain with something. I can't get to it. Help me move the safe." Stiles says.

We all grab onto the safe and try to move it but it's too heavy. "Now would be a great time for the werewolf strength (Y/N/N)." Lydia mumbles.

"I'm a Zeta. I'm not as strong as a Beta or Alpha. And with me being weak right now I'm probably just back to my normal weak human strength."

"You weren't when you broke that handle earlier."

"Fine, maybe only slightly stronger than you two. But that still doesn't mean I'm strong enough to move this."

"The heater- Ethan came out of it when he touched the heater." Stiles interrupts our arguing.

"Okay, but he's under water." Lydia says.

"Yes, I'm aware of that." Stiles snaps back.

"Wait, the bus, they'll be emergency road flares. They've got their own oxidizers. They can burn underwater."

Right after the words leave her mouth I stand up and rush out the door, "(Y/N/N)!" I hear them both yell after me but I don't let them finish. I'm the fastest out of us, even with me being weaker right now.

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 Running into the bus, I quickly found the emergency kit and pulled out three flares. I rushed back into the room, "Okay, here." I handed one to Stiles.

"What do I- how do I do this?" He asks.

"The cap. It's like a match- the cap lights it." Lydia quickly explains.

He twists the cap trying to light it. Lydia and I look on in worry waiting for it to take. After what felt like ages the flare ignites. Stiles shoves it into the bathtub, burning Boyd's arm.

Boyd lurches forward, shoving the safe off of him and onto the bathroom floor. Boyd quickly stands up and starts breathing heavily, "She's gone." he whispers between deep breaths.

"What?" Stiles asks.

"My sister. She's gone." He leans against the wall with a sad look in his eyes. I take a breath and turn around, going back into the bedroom. Stiles reaches for another flare so that he can ignite it.

Once it's ignited he kneels down to come face to face with Isaac who is hiding under the bed, "Hey, Isaac. Got something here for ya." He says as he places the ignited flare on Isaac's skin.

Once it touches he jumps and pushes himself away from Stiles, "What happened?"

"C'mon Isaac. You're okay now." I say as I reach a hand out, helping him stand back up. "You and Boyd should pack your bags. As soon as we find Scott we'll probably spend the night on the bus. This motel is messing with all of us."

Isaac nods, "Are you alright?" I ask before I leave. Lydia and Stiles already left to find Allison and Scott.

"Yeah, Boyd and I will meet you guys at the bus in a little bit." He leans down giving me a quick kiss and lightly pushes me towards the door.

I make my way over to Allison, Lydia, and Stiles, taking note that Scott isn't with them. "We still can't find Scott." Allison says as she sees me.

I don't answer her though and I quickly walk past her. My connection with Scott is kicking in and I know that he is in danger. I let instinct take over and walk to where I know Scott will be. 

The others follow me as we all start smelling gasoline.

Scott stands drenched in the gasoline, a wet puddle around him and a lit flare held tightly in his grip. He seems to be in an odd trance-like state as he looks at us. "Scott?" Allison asks from behind me.

"There's no hope," he replies.

"What do you mean? There's always hope."

"Not for me. Not for Derek."

"But Derek wasn't your fault. You know it wasn't." She tries again. Tears rush to my eyes as I look at my brother.

"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. And the harder I try to protect everyone, the more people get hurt, the more people get killed."

Finally I speak up, no longer being able to listen. "Scott you know that's not true." I take a step closer. Lydia tries to stop me but I shake her hand off.

"Scott we need you. I need you. I couldn't do half the shit I do without you. You always do the right thing, even if it doesn't seem like it at the time. Scott, I love you. I can't live without you." Tears are sliding down my face as I slowly take more and more steps towards him.

"You would be fine without me. You always have been."

I shake my head, "No. No that's not true. You've always been my rock. I may pick on you sometimes and I may not say it enough or hell, this may even be my first time admitting it but I never cared what others thought about me. As long as you loved me and cared about me that's all I ever needed."

I take one last step, now in the gasoline puddle with my twin. I slowly reach for the flare, "You’re my best friend, my brother. I wouldn’t know how to survive without you. So if you really want to do this, you're going to have to take me with you."

I gently and slowly pull the flare out of Scott's hand. He doesn't try to object. I throw the flare away from us and the puddle and instantly pull Scott in for a tight hug. Behind me I hear Lydia scream, "No!"

Then she pushes Scott and me away from the puddle. Landing on the ground we all turn to look at where we were just standing. The flare rolled back towards the puddle and a fireball erupts. 

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 My head rests on Isaac's chest, his arms wrapped tightly around me. We wake up to bright sunlight filtering in from the windows and Coach and the cross country team entering the bus.

"I don't want to know. I really don't. But, in case you missed the announcement, the meet's canceled. We're headed home. Pack it in." Coach says, looking at all of us.

I get out of Isaac's grasp to move my seat to share with Lydia again. Ethan stops near us, "I don't know what happened last night, but I know you probably saved my life." He says to Scott.

"Actually, I saved your life. But it doesn't matter really. Minor detail." Stiles says. I smile and shake my head waiting for Ethan to continue.

"So, I'm going to give you something... We're pretty sure Derek's still alive. But he killed one of ours. That means one of two things can happen. Either he joins our pack."

Scott interrupts, "And kills his own."

"Or Kali goes after him. And we kill him. That's the way it works."

"Your little code of ethics is kind of barbaric FYI." Stiles states.

Before the bus starts moving Lydia quickly stands up, "Coach, can I see your whistle for a second?"

Not giving him the chance to respond she quickly grabs his whistle pulling it off of his neck. "I want that back." He says.

Lydia cups her hand around the whistles vent and gives a short breath. She pulls her hand away to show her palm covered in purple dust, "Wolfsbane." She says.

"Every time Coach blew the whistle in the bus- Scott, (Y/N/N), Isaac, Boyd-" Stiles says.

"And Ethan." Lydia adds, cutting him off.

"We all inhaled it." Scott says.

"You were all poisoned by it." Allison continues.

"That's how the Darach got into their heads. That's how he-" Stiles starts.

"Or she." I pipe in.

Stiles looks at me with a look of disbelief. "What? I'm just saying not all killers are men."

"Yeah, you've said that before (Y/N/N). Thank you." Stiles then turns to Lydia and grabs the whistle out of her hand. 

Just as the bus starts driving away he tosses the whistle out the window. Coach glares and starts to scream but Stiles speaks before he gets the chance, "I'll buy you a new one."

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Revelations - Chapter 2: Second Chance

Teen Wolf x SPN AU crossover

Word Count: 8757

The Smith family just wanted normal, yet the new semester is bringing a new student, secrets in the woods, and secrets even in their own home?

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Stevie had successfully avoided her three amigos all day at school. Even in shared classes she managed to sit on the other side of the room. Clearly getting the point across that she was upset at them for forgetting about her. Unfortunately she still had to drive her brother home after practice. So she headed out to the field after school like usual but made sure to bring her book to read, a Sherlock Holmes novel. As she was sitting on the bleachers reading she heard someone calling her name. It was too low to be Lydia and Allison was going straight home, still upset that Scott blew her off. Yet it didn’t match any of the three high school guys she normally talked to. Lifting her head she turned to see Isaac walking over dressed in his lacrosse gear ready for practice.

“Isaac, hey.” She greeted him while putting the bookmark in between the pages before letting the book close. The blonde was nearly the same height as her now as she sat in the bleachers. “I, uh, was wondering if I could get your number?” He was hesitant to ask even looking over his shoulder as if someone would interrupt them, which given if Michael was there he might do. The blonde girl smiled and nodded her head. “Yeah.” She pulled out a sticky note from her bag and wrote down her cell phone number before handing it to him.

“Great, I’ll send you a text after practice so you have my number too.” The gentle smile that was on Isaac’s face made the teenage girl’s stomach flip, fluttering as he tucked the sticky note into the safety of his gear bag. Over Isaac’s shoulder I could see the three idiots running towards the field, just making it as the coach blew his whistle. “Let’s go! One-on-one from the top! Lahey, get on the field! Jackson, take a long stick today.”

I slid my book into my bag as Isaac ran onto the field. My brother looked at me squinting slightly as if trying to figure out why Isaac Lahey was talking to me. He was distracted by Stiles hitting his shoulder. The coaches whistle blew again starting practice. With both Stiles and Mick on the field I stood from the bleachers and moved down for a closer look making sure to stay out of Coach Finstock’s way. My eyes also kept landing on Isaac, he was pretty good.

Scott was knocked to the ground by Jackson and I stepped up to the benches, worry filled my eyes as I tried to see if he was okay. Michael was leaning over Stiles' shoulder ready to bolt across the field and get Scott out of there in case he went wolfie on them. Stiles shook his friend off his shoulder. “He’s okay,” Stilinski told the Smith boy. Seconds later Scott was running back over as Coach voiced his retry.

This time McCall was the one to hit Jackson to the ground a bit rougher than probably needed. Stevie ran out to the field not caring if she got in trouble by the coach. I passed by my brother and Stiles whispering, “Get Scott off the field.” Mick and Stiles went over to Scott, one on either side and blocked him from sight. The two boys exchanged a glance as they worried for their friend. Mick looked back at his sister who was with the coaches around Jackson. She glanced at them and gave them a nod towards the school.

“I can’t control it.” Scott huffed.

“Right now? Here?” Stiles asked, shocked.

“Stevie’s right we gotta get him out of here. Come on, back to the locker room.” Mick instructed pulling Scott up as both teens helped the shifting male back to the locker room. They were unnoticed as everyone else was focused on Jackson. Stevie was the only one who saw them leave.

By the time Stiles and Mick were entering the boys locker room they were practically dragging Scott. Mick had taken the more level headed role as Stiles was silently freaking out with worry. Scott collapsed to his knees as Stiles let him go to fumble with the door lock to make sure no one walked in on the probably dangerous teen turning into a werewolf.

“Scott? You okay? Talk to us man.” Mick was crouched over throwing the helmet he had still been wearing off.

“Get away from me!” Scott ordered, the intensity of his voice coming out like an animalistic growl. The order caused both Stiles and Mick to stumble back away from Scott in a hurry. The eriy golden eyes of the wolf within shining, canines enlarged making their friend appear like he was snarling at them. Yet their retreat kept continuing as they weaved around the lockers trying to escape the mad-wolf state Scott was in. Their friend was currently hunting them, leaping onto the lockers to prevent the two teens from avoiding him. A growl came from their friend as he stalked across the lockers and onto the metal support beam above them, fear fueling their attempts to make distance between them. Stiles scrambled and landed him bumping into the fire extinguisher which he pulled from the wall and used on his wolfie friend as Mick unlocked the door for them to escape. Catching their breath outside of the locker room, Stiles clung onto the extinguisher like it was a lifeline. Scott was coughing in the room from the extinguisher being aimed at him.

“Stiles… Mick..” Their names faintly came from inside the locker room. Both teens looked at each other as if verbally asking what their next move would be. Being on either side of the doorway they both hesitantly looked into the room they just ran out of. Sitting hunched over and sweating on a bench, brown eyes looked at them full of confusion. “What happened?”

Stiles and Mick rose to their feet letting out a relieved sigh. Stilinski dropped the fire extinguisher, pulling off his gloves. Mick wiped the fear induced sweat from his brow mentally thanking whoever for Stevie staying with Jackson on the field and not being apart fo the little cat and mouse game that just occurred. “You tried to kill us.” Stiles put it simply, cheeks flushed from the attack. “It’s like I told you before. It’s the anger. It’s your pulse rising. It’s a trigger. “ Stiles sat on the floor in front of Scott while Mick took a seat on the bench.

“But that’s lacrosse. It’s a pretty violent game if you haven’t noticed.” Scott counters.

“Yeah well, it’s going to get a lot more violent if you maul someone on the field.” Mick comments for a second sounding more like his twin then himself. “Thanks for that, Smith. The point is you can’t play on Saturday. You got to get out of the game.” Stiles looks from Mick to Scott, an apologetic look on his face. “But I’m first line.” Scott objects but Stiles and Mick sadly shake their heads. “Not anymore.”

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“Step back. No one move him.” Stevie orders as she kneels down across from Coach Finstock at Jackson’s side. “What are you doing Smith?” Coach inquired looking at her. “Making sure no one causes any more damage to your star player. My dad’s an EMT. I know a few things. Like if you move him after a hit like that you could cause more damage than good. We don’t know if his back was injured.” She looked from Finstock to the assistant coach who nodded in agreement. “Right. Everyone stay back. Someone call for an ambulance.” Coach instructed the others around them. One of the students from the bleachers called back that they called and one was on the way.

Being careful of how she positioned herself she leaned over Jackson who seemed to be clutching at his shoulder. “Jackson, on a scale of 1 to 10 how much pain are you in right now?” Stevie asked. “Eight. My shoulder. I can’t feel my fingers.” Jackson’s pained panic made the girl who usually can’t stand him feel sorry for the teen. “Help is on the way. Do you want me to call Lydia for you? Or your parents?” The girl responds as she leaned closer trying to keep things more private. “Lydia.” He muttered under the sound of the approaching ambulance siren.

“Make room!” Coach shouted as the EMTs came across the field with a stretcher. Stevie looked up to see who was working when Jackson’s hand left his aching shoulder to grab her forearm and hold her in place. The girl looked back down at him, into his pained, scared eyes. “Please don’t leave me.” His request was soft but she heard it and nodded her head.

“Stevie, watch out.” James instructed his daughter as he stepped around the stretcher with one of the other EMTs. Stevie moved back to let her dad move Jackson. “I’m coming with, dad.” Stevie says before running back to her bag. She grabbed it and pulled the keys out and tossed them to Danny. “Give those to Mick.” She instructed before running over to the stretcher that Jackson was now strapped onto.

“Stevie?” Jackson let out a groan as he tried to look for her. “She’s walking right next to you boy.” James informed him, putting a hand on his chest to keep him from moving. “Jackson, Jackson Whittemore.” Stevie corrects, the sound of her voice next to him relaxed Jackson slightly as they walked back to the awaiting ambulance. James looked at his daughter and she glanced back before going on. “One-on-one impact. Shoulder to shoulder contact. Jackson hit the ground. Triggered Scott to have an asthma attack, he’s with Mick and Stiles but he seemed fine otherwise. Jackson here was experiencing a level eight pain in his shoulder and numbness in his hand.” She explains to the EMTs.

James nods his head as he and his coworker load the stretcher into the ambulance. Stevie climbed in with a hand from her dad before he followed, closing the doors behind him. As her dad began to give the standard evaluation Stevie texted Lydia about what had happened. Stevie reached over and grabbed ahold of Jackson’s hand just to remind him that she was there as her dad worked on getting an IV set up to give him something to temporarily help with the pain till we arrived at the hospital.

Lydia was at the hospital when the ambulance arrived and was able to give the front desk all the information they needed for Jackson that Stephanie didn’t give already. The two teens sat in the waiting room together until Jackson was put into a room. James came out to his daughter and told her that Dean would pick her up on his way home, and had already called his husband to let him know.

Until that time came Steph sat with Lydia waiting to hear what the doctors had to say, after trying but failing to contact the Whittemore parents who were away on business as usual. Not long after hearing the diagnosis Steph was picked up by Dean in the pick up he used for work.

“Hey, Stevie. How’s the kid?” Dean asked as his daughter got in the truck. “He’ll be okay physically but.. Maybe not emotionally. The game is Saturday and they don’t know if he can play.” Dean nodded his head. “Are you going to sit with me at this game or pretend not to know me?” He asked, making Stevie laugh. “I don’t know what you’re talkin about Willis.”

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Mick and Steph were in Michael’s room talking about what happened on the guy’s end of the accident when the familiar tone of an incoming call was heard. Mick answered the call on his computer, moving to fit both him and his sister in the camera frame. As Scott answered the call from Stiles, the caller turned around shooting at the camera with a toy gun that lit up and made shooting noises. Stevie dramatically fell over into her brother like she had been the one to be shot by Stiles.

“So Stevie, how bad is it?” Scott asked, rubbing at his forehead. The teen girl was pushed up, and nearly over, by her twin. She pushed him back before turning back to the camera. “It’s not good. Jackson’s got a separated shoulder.” She tells the guys running a hand through her hair.

“Because of me?” Scott wondered aloud. “Because he’s a tool.” Stiles scoffed. “Can’t believe you went with him to the hospital.” Mick turned to his twin, “Can he play?” Stevie slowly shrugs her shoulders. “They don’t know yet.” Mick groaned and looked over at the computer towards Scott’s face. “Sorry man, looks like everyone is going to be counting on you.” Scott let out a disappointed sigh before Stiles leans closer to his screen, inspecting something.

“What?” Scott questions. Stiles’ didn’t verbally answer as he started to type. The twins exchanged a quick glance. Mick glanced over his shoulder thinking maybe one of their dads was there but his room was empty besides the two teens. Stevie leaned closer to the screen, her eyes widening as she saw what Stiles probably had seen, it looked like someone was behind Scott. The stutter of Scott’s camera was the first warning they got that the internet at the McCall’s house was not running up to speed.

“There’s someone behind Scotty.” Stevie whispered to her brother as Stiles sent it. Steph jumped back, falling off of her brother’s bed that she had previously been sitting on as she watches her friend be yanked away from his computer in a stuttering video. Footsteps thundered up the stairs making Stevie’s already racing heart to beat faster, as if whoever was in Scott’s room would be barging in Mick’s next. It wasn’t an intruder who stepped into the room but a concerned dad who looked around the room, green eyes landing on Mick shutting his laptop quickly before panning over to Stevie who was trying to hide how scared she was from her dad so as to not cause any issues.

“What the hell just happened?” Dean asked moving to help his daughter off the ground. “I uh, got Stevie with a stupid jump scare and she fell off my bed.” Mick lied rubbing the back of his neck.”

“Bitch..” Stevie muttered as her brother scoffed, “Jerk.”

Dean looked between the twins, his jaw slacked as he thought about scolding them on their language towards each other. Yet the interaction was so familiar to him that he just couldn't bring himself to do anything. “Mick, don't scare your sister like that. Stevie don’t do whatever you did to make your brother want to scare you.”

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The next day at school Stevie was at her brother’s locker, which she so deemed them to be sharing this year. She was gathering the books she would need for class that day and later that night for homework. Her mind wandered, thinking of tomorrow’s game. That was until a body sagged against the lockers next to her brother’s that she was taking books from to put in her bag. Her eyes glanced over and she let out a soft gasp. Isaac was standing next to her, his face half hidden by the hood covering his head. She could just make out the scratch against his left cheek bone.

“Uh, hey, do you think you could take a look at a cut on my hand? I had a bit of an accident at the graveyard last night.” Isaac’s question was so soft that his voice shook. Forgetting anything else she might need from the locker Stevie closed it reached her hand out to see the injury he was referring to. The boy looked around before hesitantly pulling his hand out of the sweatshirt pocket to let her see the cut.

“It doesn’t look like it needs stitches. Did you clean it out?” She looked up at him, her hands gently holding his hand. He nodded his head, looking down at her. “Yeah. I, ugh, had it wrapped in a clean towel till this morning.” Her head dipped back down as she traced a finger over the cut carefully but the action still caused him to yank his hand away. “I’m sorry!” She quickly apologized, worried that she had hurt him, maybe there was something still in the cut. “No it’s okay, just tender.” She nods then slowly rises up onto her toes to get a closer look at the small cut on his face. Blood rushed to the boy’s face as she got closer. “W-What are you doing?” Stevie lowered back down, a soft smile on her face. “You have a small cut on your cheek but it looks like a scratch.” Isaac excused himself telling her that he would text her later.

Seconds later Mick nudged his sister over so he could access his locker. “Does my sister have a little boyfriend?” Mick grinned peeking at the girl from the other side of his locker door. “I don’t think Isaac would classify as ‘little’ he’s practically the same height as Uncle Sammy.” Stevie snorted out a laugh as she crossed her arms. Mick knew she was becoming defensive of the topic and he understood why. After all having a twin brother and two other guys always around must be either intimidating or give off the wrong idea to people. Hell the amount of times people have asked him if Stevie was dating Scott or Stiles alone proved it.

“Besides if you’re going to ask me about Isaac you gotta talk to me about Erica.” Steph put her hands on her hips looking at her twin brother expectantly. The male Smith teen groans at the thought of talking to his sister about a girl. “Okay bad choice I get it. Why is it you never bug me about Lydia?” The slight pout of his bottom lip caused his sister to let out a cackle from his sister. “As if. I’m now friends with her. Not to mention if I hear it from you and Stiles I might as well feel left out. But seriously, Mickey, what’s up with you and Erica?”

Mick shut his locker draping an arm over his sister’s shoulder as he slings his back pack over his outer shoulder. “She’s a nice girl. Pretty smart too. She’s just insecure because of her seizures. It doesn’t help that other teens are cruel about it.” The soft tone he spoke in made his sister wrap her arm around his torso. “You should take her out sometime. I think she could use a guy like you to remind her that not all humanity is scum.” Mick let out a soft laugh as he nodded his head. “Look at us liking people that aren’t our childhood crush.”

“Okay enough chick flick moments.” Stevie pushed her brother away, promptly avoiding the topic of her childhood crush. “I gotta get to French class. Try to focus in class.”

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Mick walked over to Stiles and Scott who were peeking around the corner of a walkway. He leaned over both to see them looking at the principal talking with Sheriff Stilinski and another officer. “What are they talking about?” Mick whispered. Stiles didn’t answer as he hit Scott’s shoulder, “Can you hear?” Scott shushed his friends as he used his new wolf enhanced hearing to listen into the conversation. He looked back at his friends to inform them of what he just heard. “Curfew because of the body.”

“Unbelievable. My dad’s out looking for a rabid animal, while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hangin’ out, doing whatever he wants.” Stiles huffed, slapping his leg. “We can’t exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek.” Mick points out.

“I can do something.” Stiles says looking between the two teens next to him.

“Like what?” Scott asks.

“Find the other half of the body.” Stiles was serious as he turned towards his locker. “Are you kidding?” Scott questioned but wasn’t answered. His attention turned down the hall to where Lydia was introducing a lacrosse player to Allison, Stevie at the dark haired girl’s side. Lydia gave Scott a look as he walked over, something the blonde girl did not miss. Though as her friend was in front of Allison the blonde hurried down the hall to let them talk. She reached Stiles and Mick and hummed. “Lydia is up to something.” She told them both looking at her at the mention of the Martin girl. “What do you mean?” Mick wondered aloud. “She’s messing with Scott I think.”

“She’s trying to get him to play tomorrow and using Allison as a way to make sure he does so.” Stiles informed them as he shut his locker looking down at the slightly shorter girl. “Want to go look for half a body?” Stevie let out a soft laugh as she turned towards Stiles, head tilted to the side. “As charming of an offer as that sounds. I have to work at the shop tonight. You guys can call me if you need me though.” Stevie turned to her brother, “Are you joining the investigation?” Mick nods his head and she gives him a thumbs up. “Alright well I’m heading to class so don't get in trouble.”

After school Mick and Stiles raced out of school to the jeep. Stiles drove as fast as he could to the McCall’s. While Scott blew off the last class of the day he sent a text to the guys saying he had found the body. Stiles and Mick bounded up the stairs to Scott’s room, entering without knocking.

“How did you find it? Where did you find it? And yes I’ve had a lot of adderall, so...” Stiles interrogated the moment he entered the room. Scott just looked up at them from his bed where he was restringing his lacrosse stick net. “I found something at Derek Hale’s.”

“Are you kidding? What was it?” Mick asked, pushing back a stray strand of hair that had fallen in front of his face. Scott looked over at him then back at Stiles. “There’s something buried there.. I could smell blood.”

“That’s awesome!” Stiles exclaimed, earning him a scolding hit to his shoulder from Mick. “I mean, that’s terrible. Who’s blood?” Stiles dialed back his excitement and corrected himself. Scott turned away, “I don’t know.” The McCall teen stands from his bed turning to face his friends. “But when we do, your dad nails Derek for murder and then you guys help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there’s no way I’m not playing that game.” Scott tightened the last knot on the net before tossing his stick onto his bed for tomorrow. The three turned and headed out the door.

The first stop for the guys was Beacon Hills Hospital. Scott snuck off to the morgue while Stiles and Mick waited. Both stumbling across Lydia Martin, who was most likely there for Jackson. Stiles leaned against the counter, conflicted on what to do. He looked at his friend and mouthed to him. “Should I talk to her?” Mick nods his head encouragingly. Just because they have been crushing on the same girl doesn’t mean that Michael wasn’t supportive of his friend. Stiles nodded his head and took a breath before awkwardly stepping over to the popular girl.

“Hey, Lydia.” Stiles put an arm out to lean against the wall to act all ‘cool’ while Mick was leaning against the nurse’s station behind him. “You probably don’t remember me. Um, I sit behind you in Biology.” Lydia looked off almost as if she was trying to remember who he was. “Uh, anyway, I always thought we had this kind of connection. Unspoken, of course.” Lydia looked right at Stiles and smiled at him. “Maybe it’d be kind of cool too, uh.. Get to know each other a little better.”

Lydia spoke for the first time, tucking her hair behind her ear as she did so revealing the bluetooth earpiece, “Hold on, give me a second.” She removed the earpiece and turned back to Stiles. “Yeah, I didn’t get any of what you just said. Is any of it worth repeating?”

Mick could see his friend deflate and decided to step in to rescue him before the awkward teen said something embarrassing. “Lydia,” Mick waved awkwardly as he inserted himself into the conversation. “Stiles was just commenting on your new shampoo. The berry scent goes perfect with your perfume.” Mick gestured from Stiles to Lydia as he spoke. The Stilinski boy’s eyebrows furrowed at what his friend said before quickly nodding his head in agreement. “We better be going dude. Hope Jackson is doing well, keep Steph updated.” Mick grabbed Stiles by the shoulders and physically turned him before walking around the corner out of Lydia’s sight and sitting down.

“I didn’t know she changed shampoos.” Stiles whispered to his friend. Mick shrugged his shoulders grabbing a magazine to flip through. “Just this week actually. It used to smell like vanilla.” Mick comments nonchalantly not looking at Stiles who nodded his head slowly. Stiles picked up a magazine too so they were less likely to get kicked out while waiting for Scott. While waiting Jackson came out of his appointment and Mick had to nudge Stiles to stop him from staring at Lydia and Jackson. Yet what really got Stiles to look away, and also make him jump, was Scott pulling away his magazine.

“The scent was the same.” The McCall teen told them glancing at Mick but looking mainly at Stiles who he was standing in front of. Stiles’ scared face morphed into disbelief as he pushed himself up out of the chair, “Are you sure?” Mick stood up from his seat too leaving the three male teens now standing in the middle of the hallway. “Yes.” Stiles let out a sigh at Scott’s confirmation. “So he did bury the other half of the body on his property?”

“Which means he killed the girl.” Scott points out. Stiles nods his head. “I say we use it.” The three turn to leave the hospital, Stiles leading the way. “How?” Scott questioned earning a heavy sigh from his best friend as he stopped and turned around. “Answer me this first. Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek or because you want to play in the game and he said you couldn’t?” Mick’s eyes widened as he looked between the two. “There were bite marks on the legs, Stiles. Bite marks.” Stiles nods his head. “Okay. Then we’re gonna need a shovel.” Stiles pushed Scott forward towards the door before he turned around walking backwards to look at Mick. “You might want to call Stevie on this one Mick. I know she said she had work but your Pops would let her off if she skipped out. She can meet us there.”

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The three of them had only gotten two shovels so as Scott and Stiles dug, Mick was keeping watch in case Derek came back or his sister pulled up. None of them were expecting the teen girl to come hiking out of the woods, hair tied back into a ponytail, her pops’ old brown leather jacket on, and a heavy duty mag flashlight she borrowed from the shop clutched in her hand. As she got closer they could all see the smudge of grease on her cheek.

“You didn’t drive here?” Mick inquired, worry fueling his moves as he took large steps to reach his sister and check her over. “We were working on my car and you sounded urgent. I told Pops that I was walking over to Scott’s.” Stevie pushed her brother back as she moved over to the whole they were digging, shining her light into it. “Wait why my place?” Scott asked, confused as he stopped digging for a bit. “You live the closest to the shop. So what exactly do we do if Greyback comes back and catches us?”

“We run.” Stiles bluntly answers, still shoveling. “What if he catches us” Mick looks over his shoulder towards the road in and out. “I have a plan for that.” Stiles huffed. “Which is?” Scott looked over at Stiles squinting at the light coming from Stevie’s flashlight. “We all run in opposite directions. Whoever he catches first, too bad.”

“That is an awful plan.” Stevie deadpans at the same time Mick and Scott simultaneously say, “I hate that plan.” The shovel came down but this time it hit with a thud. Stiles held his hand out to stop Scott from digging anymore. “Oh, stop, stop, stop. Light.” Stiles tossed his shovel to the side and Stevie kneeled down next to the whole shining her light down. Stiles and Scott cleared away dirt revealing a tied knot of rope. “Hurry.” Scott whispered.

“I’m trying. He didn’t have to tie the thing in like 900 knots.” Stiles huffed, struggling to untie it. “Okay move. Let me in there.” Mick pushed his way down between them in the whole and was able to untangle the knots and open the covered body. Stevie let out a startled squeak as she fell back as the three boys shrieked in terror jumping out of the whole. They had all prepared to see half a body, not a mutilated wolf.

“What the hell is that?!” Stiles yelled pointing down into the whole. “It’s a wolf.” Scott’s blunt amazement covered up the soft sound of Stevie’s shuffling to get closer to them. “Nice going captain obvious! We can see that.” Mick snapped sarcastically, running a hand through his hair to calm himself from the jump scare.

“I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood.” Stiles looked at Scott who was staring into the pit. Scott looked up, shaking his head, “I told you something was different.” Mick points down into the pit, his eyes still wide in confusion and fear. “That...this doesn’t make sense.” Mick’s finger swirls around in an invisible circle as he refers to the bit. His sister put a hand on his shoulder, the action visibly relaxing him slightly. “Yeah.” Stiles agreed. “We gotta get out of here.” Stevie comments not looking into the whole. “Okay. Help me cover this up.” Scott tells Stiles who was still the closest to the pit along with him. As Stiles moves to grab the shovel again his eyes pan up to see a singular flower plant on the other side, right next to where Steve had been standing before.

“What is it?” Mick asked, noticing Stilinski freeze. “You see that flower?” Three more pairs of eyes moved over to the perfectly illuminated plant. “What about it?” Scott questioned, Stevie moving behind him leaving her brother. “Is that what I think it is?” Stiles wondered aloud as the blonde girl looked over at him, “Wolfsbane.”

“What is that?” Scott’s confusion made Stevie drop her head down against her chest. “Uh, haven’t you ever seen The Wolf Man?” Stiles asked in disbelief. “Oh come on man, there’s a whole potion named after it in Harry Potter.” Mick added. Scott still looked at his friends lost at what they were talking about. “You are so unprepared for this werewolf stuff.” Stiles states as he stands up and moves over to the plant that Stevie was now kneeling next to. The teen plucked the plant from the ground pulling with it a rope very similar to the one that tied up the wolf in the pit. Stiles kept pulling up the rope that was hidden maybe just an inch under the dirt. The rope wrapped twice around the grave.

Scott and Mick turned from watching Stiles back to the wolf body, but it wasn’t a wolf that they saw. “Stiles. Stevie.” The two teens moved over towards the other two before following their eyes into the pit. “Holy..” Stiles jumped slightly at the sight. “Owch..” Stevie muttered as she shivered at the uneasy feeling of the dead woman’s eyes looking up at them.

The next day the teens were there to see the brooding adult be arrested and put into the back of Sheriff Stilinski’s patrol vehicle. Mick and Scott were leaning against the front of the jeep, Stevie had placed herself on top of the hood right behind where her brother was leaning, her chin annoyingly resting on the top of his head. Derek looked right over to them as the officer opened the door to put him in. The three all perked up as they watched Stiles get into the front seat of the car that Derek was sitting in. Stevie nearly fell off the Jeep as she flung herself backwards, Mick had turned around just in time to grab her leg as Scott grabbed an arm, all of them worried about what the boy was doing. “Don’t let anything happen to him..” Stevie muttered under her breath but she was pretty sure Scott heard her, and there for possibly even Derek.

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Stiles turned around in the front passenger seat of the patrol car to look at Derek Hale through the metal grate divider. “Okay, just so you know, I’m not afraid of you.” He told the intimidating male the lie trying to seem braver than he was. Yet as Derek peered up at him with a straight face that confidence quickly faded. “Okay, maybe I am. Doesn’t matter. I just wanna know something.” Stiles glanced out the window making sure no one was coming before looking back at Hale. “The girl you killed.. she was a werewolf, she was a different kind wasn’t she? I mean, she could turn herself into an actual wolf, and I know Scott can’t do that. Is that why you killed her?”

Derek sat there silently the whole time listening to the younger male talk. His stare hard as he practically glared at one of the reasons he was currently in the back of a squad car. “Why are you so worried about me when it's your friends who are the problem?” Derek spoke calmly, it unsettled Stiles who was also taken back by the plural terms the man kept using. “When he shifts on the field, what do you think they’re going to do… huh? Just keep cheering him on? I can’t stop him from playing but you can. And trust me.. You want to. I’d also keep an eye out for your little girlfriend.” Derek had leaned forward as if the thought of Scott playing should be threatening but as he leaned back and mentioned Stevie, that had completely thrown off Stiles especially on top of the thought of Scott losing control.

Stiles was so caught off guard by what Derek said he didn’t notice the passenger door open until he was being yanked out of the car by a hold on his upper arm. Sheriff Stilinski closed the door and walked Stiles away from the door to the front of the car before releasing his son. “There. Stand.” The man ordered.

Stiles let out a soft sigh looking at his dad. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” The sheriff asks in a low but firm tone. “I’m just trying to help.” Stiles defends. “Uh huh. Okay, well, how about you help me understand exactly how you came across this.” The sheriff put one hand on his hip and used the other to motion as he talked.

Stiles let out a sigh. “We were looking for Scott’s inhaler.”

“Which you dropped when?”

“The other night.”

“The other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body?” The sheriff mentions, to clarify.

“Yes.” Stiles exaggeratedly nods, falling into a trap.

“The other night you told me you were alone and the other two were at home.”

“Yes.” As soon as he answered Stiles quickly tried to take it back. “No. Oh, crap.”

“He just ratted himself out about the night we came looking for the first half. We might be in trouble.” Scott informed the twins of what he just heard.

“So you lied to me?” Stiles' dad asked him now squinting slightly against the sun. Stiles looked up from his shoes and decided that he was going to fight this as long as his dad let him. “That depends how you define lying.”

“I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?”

“Mm, reclining your body in a horizontal position?”

Scott chuckled as he told the twins about that and Stevie’s bubbling laugh was probably a bit louder than it needed to be earning a look from the sheriff, from over the man’s shoulder. The man sighs and turns back to his son. “Get the hell out of here. And tell Stevie to get down from there before she gets hurt.”

Stiles nods his head, “Absolutely. Right away.” The teen scratches at the top of his head before walking away from his father and over to his jeep where the other three were standing. “Stevie, get down from there please. My dad is worried you’re going to hurt yourself.” Stiles went right over to the girl and effortlessly picked her slightly off the hood, enough to safely pull her down from where she was sitting.

The four didn’t waste time getting out of there. With the twins riding in the back and Scott next to him, Stiles drove away from the Hale house. “I’m not having any luck finding anything about wolfsbane being used for burial. What about you Stevie?” Scott comments his eyes still on his phone. Since they got into the vehicle the two had been doing research, by request of Stiles of course. “Not yet, keep looking though.” Stevie replies her brother yawning next to her.

“Maybe it's like a ritual or something? Like burying them as a wolf is special. Or its a special skill, like something you have to learn.” Stiles thinks aloud. Scott huffs, “I’ll put that on my to-do list right underneath figuring out how the hell I’m playing this game tonight.” Mick grinned his head leaning against the window, eyes closed to block out the blurring trees they were passing. “Hell if it was me I’d just make Stevie play.” Stevie elbowed her brother in the ribs causing him to groan in pain and sit up straighter.

“Yeah well not all of us have a twin.” Scott was a bit irritated by the unhelpful statement.

“Maybe it’s different for a girl werewolves,” Stiles says still on the wolfsbane topic.

“Okay! Stop it!” The snappy order from the McCall boy drew Stiles’ attention from the road briefly. “Stop what?” He asks, unsure of what he did to upset his friend.

“All of you, just stop saying werewolf. Stop enjoying this so much.” Scott practically yelled at the three of them. Stevie looked at Scott concerned over his sudden mood swing. “Are you okay?” Stiles was concerned for his friend, slowing down slightly.

“No! No, I’m not. I’m so far from being okay.” Scott’s face was beginning to glisten with sweat. His eyes clenched shut in pain. Stevie reaches a hand forward to try and comfort her friend but he just shrugs her off.

“You know, you’re gonna have to accept this, Scott, sooner or later.” Stiles tapped on the steering wheel as he spoke using that tough love kind of tone as he kept glancing at his best friend not fully realizing the pain Scott was in.

“I can’t.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to, dude.” Mick spoke up from the back seat. His mouth pulled downward as he looked at the back of his friend’s head. That could so easily have been him. Would he be feeling this way too?

His thoughts were stopped by Scott’s groaned response, “No! I can’t breathe. Ahh!” Scott slapped his hand upwards against the roof of the jeep. The impact caused the metal to creek and Stiles to momentarily lose control over his vehicle.

“Pull over!” Scott requests through clenched teeth.

“Why? What’s happening?”

“Stiles! Just pull over!” Stevie’s voice cracked, her eyes getting glassy as she watched Scott from behind the driver seat.

Scott opened Stiles’ backpack revealing the wolfsbane rope that they had found. The simple blueish-purple flower mockingly reveals itself to the werewolf. The effects of the plant being so close were starting to affect the werewolf in the group. His head snapped up to the driver. “You kept it?”

“What was I supposed to do with it?” Stiles drew his eyes off the road from the panic he heard.

One growled order with golden eyes to ‘stop the car’ later and the driver slammed on the brakes. All four people in the vehicle, especially the two in the back that weren’t technically in seats, ricochet off the surface in front of them. For Scott he hit the dash but stopped most of the motion with his hands before clenching at his head. Stiles’ impacted with the steering wheel, his chest taking most of the hit and his arms blocking his head from bouncing. He quickly recovered and got out of the jeep along with his bag. Mick had grabbed his sister as soon as the brakes began to squeal but ultimately it caused them both to not only hit the seats in front of them but headbutt each other also.

Stiles flung his backpack into the woods to get it, and there for the wolfsbane, away from his best friend. Yet as the twins rubbed their sore heads and Stiles had his back turned Scott ran off, once again.

“Scott?” Stiles called as he looked around for a sign of the teen werewolf but there was none. The twins climbed out of the jeep and looked around also both with a hand on their head, well technically Stevie was rubbing the back of her head and Mick was rubbing his jaw.

“Well go get your brain genius. We’ll go look for him. Beacon Hills isn’t that big.”

Stilinski went into the woods to retrieve his bag leaving the wolfsbane there. This time Stevie was in the front seat, her brother seated in the middle in the back as Stiles sped through the preserve back towards the town. As he drove Stiles had Stevie call the sheriff department dispatch using his phone on speaker.

“Stiles, you know you can’t call the dispatch line when I’m on duty.” The officer answered in an annoyed tone.

“I just need to know if you’ve gotten any odd calls.” He was louder to be heard over the leaking windows and the distance from where he was to where Stevie held the phone out to him.

“Odd how?” She clearly didn’t seem like she believed him or even wanted to talk to him.

“Uh, like an odd person or.. A dog-like individual roaming the streets.” His head turned as he watched the road but he caught the blank stare coming from his left.

“I’m hanging up on you now.”

“No! Wai- wai- wai- wai- wait!” The panicked cry to get the officer to stay on the line was useless as she muttered a ‘goodbye’ while hanging up.

It was silent except for the sounds of the jeep. The blank stare still baring into him finally made the driver look at the girl in the passenger seat. She crossed her arms, dropping his phone into his open bag and clucked her tongue. Behind her Mick shrunk down and away from her.

“Dog-like. Stiles Stilinski you are so lucky she probably thought you were prank calling her!” The boy next to her winced at the use of his full name. “Do you realize that if that was taken seriously and gotten back to your dad that he might be the one that could possibly kill Scott? Do you know how unbelievable that would be?!” Her body shifted in her seat, torso now twisted so she was looking at his profile since his eyes were locked on the road too nervous to look at her. She raised her hand, pointing a finger at him, mouth ajar ready to rant farther when Mick’s phone went off. She narrowed her eyes as if letting him know he was saved by the call.

Unfortunately for the twins the call had been from their father, upset that they never called in last night to let them know who they were staying with and requesting they come home. Stiles dropped the twins off before doing some more searching for his friend before the big game.

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Mick went right up to Scott the moment he entered the locker room. He patted the dressed lacrosse player rough enough to get his attention. “Thanks for letting us know you’re alright after vanishing on us.” Scott looks over at the male Smith teen with a small grin. Mick shakes his head and moves around to the other side where he began to change for the game.

Stiles was the last of the three to arrive heading straight towards his locker, which was next to Micks. He nearly passed his best friend but quickly turned around, glad to see him just like Mick was.

“You gonna try to convince me not to play?” Scott’s focus was on his shoes despite knowing the two teens were on either side of him. Their red jerseys with white numbers giving them away.

“I just hope you know what you’re doing.” Stiles’ shoulders slump. His eyes briefly meet with Mick who nods his head in agreement.

“If I don’t play I lose first line and Allison.”

“I don’t think Allison’s going anywhere.” Mick let out a small laugh shaking his head.

“Besides, it's one game you don’t need to play.” Stiles adds stepping closer.

“I wanna play! I wanna be on the team. I wanna go out with Allison. I want a semi-freaking normal life. Don’t you get that?”

Mick’s eyes scanned the area for anyone who was listening in as Stiles nods his head, “I get it.”

Stiles sat down and began to list off a list of things for Scott not to do. Mick groaned, grabbing his glove and throwing it at Stiles to get him to shut up. “Will you shut it?” Shaking his head he pulled Scott up and patted him on the chest. “Ignore Stiles, we all know he and Steph are worrying enough for all of us. You got this. If by some odd chance anything does start to happen, we’re there. We got your back.” Scott smiled and nodded his head grabbing his things to head to the field. Mick follows with Stiles at his side.

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The remaining Smith family members met with Melissa McCall by the parking lot and walked with her to the field. Stevie ran off to wish luck to her boys like she always does before she returned to the stands where her dads were sitting with Melissa already, right in front of Allison, and the man who must be her dad. Stevie waves at her friend before squeezing in between her dads using them as body heaters. The four even made room for the sheriff when he joined them.

Stevie and Melissa jumped to their feet as Scott fell to the ground after colliding with Jackson when both went after the ball. The teen’s mother covered her face and Stevie went to move down the bleachers to yell at someone. Dean simply held his arm out to stop his daughter and moved her back in between him and his husband. Yet the team still made the first point drawing cheers from the crowd. Stevie glanced over her shoulder at Lydia who was proudly cheering for her boyfriend. Her eyes narrowed as Lydia had Allison help her hold up a sign for Jackson.

The Smith teen turned around so fast her ponytail had inadvertently hit her dad. “Easy there firecracker. The game’s just started.” James rubs his daughter’s back and she nods her head, stuffing her hands into the pockets of the jacket. From the benches Stiles and Mick looked back after seeing Scott staring into the stands.

“Brutal.” They both muttered, turning back to the field.

Mick turned back again to see his sister’s eyes a flame. He quickly turned back around. “As if he isn’t bad enough, Steph is about to jump the stands and play coach.”

“Why are they having a talk without Scott?” Melissa leaned over to ask. She didn’t fully understand so by chance she could make it, she would sit next to the Sheriff or Smiths so they could explain things to her.

“Captain’s probably giving directions.” James answered her, his daughter fidgeting next to him.

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“Which one is Scott again?” The man behind the Smith’s asked Allison. Lydia was the one to answer. “Number 11. Otherwise known as the only one who hasn't caught a ball this entire game.”

“I hope he’s okay.” Allison whispers.

“I hope we’re okay.” Lydia corrects. “We need to win this.”

Stevie gets up swiftly, climbing behind their row past Allison and Lydia, to dodge her pop’s attempt to block her as she goes down to the field. She leans on the bench between her brother and Stiles, patting them both so they knew she was there.

The next round started and Scott finally took his chance to get at the ball by using a player from the other team to leap into the air for the ball. Stevie stood up fully clapping her hands. “That’s it Scotty!” Scott weaved through the other players quickly. Scott scored the next goal in a matter of seconds sending the Beacon Hills supporters into a roar of cheers. Stiles and Mick jumped to their feet. Mick reached back rubbing his sister’s head causing it to frizz on top. The next play the couch walked the sidelines yelling to Jackson to pass to Scott. Stiles behind him was so hyped.

The whistle blew and the other team got the ball but one look at Scott and player 8 passed the ball to him. As the ball was in play nerves came back over Stiles causing him to chew his glove. Coach Finstock sat down between Stiles and Michael in awe as he pointed to the field. “Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball?”

“It appears so, Coach.” Stevie answered, causing the man to look back at her but before he could yell at her she stepped around the bench yelling. “Greenberg, move out of the way!” In seconds Scott made yet another goal this time the ball broke through the goalies’ net from the force of the toss.

The game was now tied. Stiles was again walking off his excitement with the coach when the ref came to argue the score. The point was ultimately given and the next round began with Jackson actually passing the ball to Scott. Yet there was something with the way he moved. “No Scott.” Stiles muttered standing up with Mick both ready to run onto the field and stop their friend. Stevie pulled out her phone and texted Allison telling her to cheer for Scott, specifically for Scott.

Six seconds left on the clock.

The players on either side of Scott run forward. Scott pulls back his stick and flings the ball into the net winning the game. Mick and Stiles excitedly hugged each other. Stevie wasn’t even prepared as she was lifted off the ground and tightly hugged, metal helmet bumping slightly against her head. Parents and fellow students raced onto the field in celebration. Stevie was placed back down her eyes now landing on number 14, Isaac.

No one noticed as Scott dashed off towards the school.

No one noticed the intense gaze coming from green eyes that was locked onto Allison Argent’s father.

The field was loud but the Smiths hung back with the Stilinski’s, the sheriff on the phone. “We’ll meet you kids by the car.” James tells the twins before walking with his husband back to the car.

“Bad news guys.” Stiles walks over talking quietly pulling them with him. “Medical examiner had determined an animal killed the girl, not a human. Derek’s being released. “Bigger shocker. The girl was identified as Laura Hale.. his sister.”

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Lockdown

Authors Note: I am a British writer and luckily enough I have never actually had to experience something like this happening. I cannot imagine what it must be like. There is reference to the ‘shooting’ during the fanfiction, therefore, I do not blame anyone if they differ from reading this. Nothing is graphic and if anything it only gets mentioned for a small portion and there is no one hurt either. I would really like to do a part two. Let me know if anyone is interested.

Summary: It was just a normal day in Beacon Hills. Y/N and her friends were going about her business when a gun threat disrupted the balance of things. Strangers and potential foes grew closer as their lives hung in the balance.

Warning: Gun Threat, Swearing, Adult Language and Themes

Pairing: Reader x Stiles Stilinski

Word Count: 3,787

“You can not tell me that you didn’t just see that look he gave you?” Jackson brushed up against my side as I tried to jot down the new notes that Coach was terribly transcribing on the chalk board. I mean was that even spelt correctly, how did this man become a legal teacher?

“It is probably just in your head Jackson.” I counter.

“No he is seriously giving you the stink eye. What is McCall’s problem?”

I shrug him off as he is up to his typical shit stirring mode. Jackson and I are neighbours and long-time friends. Since I was nine, we were barely ever apart, we shared our biggest secrets with one another. Mine was that I am the daughter of two illusive demon hunters. I am the only person who knows that he has been pretending to be someone who he is not. Jackson has been in a secret relationship with Ethan. Deep down Jackson was a sweetheart. A sweetheart who cannot control his mouth or fists but Ethan and I are working on that.

“Come on Y/N!” He bumped my arm which made my hand jerk and my notes start to resemble that of Coach’s horrible penmanship. If there is one thing that I hate, its when my notes are not written one hundred percent perfectly. I slam down my pen and turn abruptly in my chair to face Jackson, which sparks some attention from the brunette boy on the table in front. He did not fully turn his head around which was lucky for me as my cheeks immediately go red from embarrassment.

“What is your problem Jackson?” I enquire, nostrils practically flaring which only invoked a chuckle from my best friend.

“Take that chip off of your shoulder and listen to me would you.” He countered as he pushed a note into my hand. “Read this and tell me you wish I left you to copy down that gibberish from the board.”

I huffed and started to carefully unfold the piece of paper. Coach didn’t really care if we showed up to the lesson, let alone if we were actually listening. I read it three times before I actually registered what the words were telling me.

Hey Y/N If you could would you be able to meet me in the west stairwell after 3rd period? You look really pretty today, btw    

“Jackson, who is this from?” The boy shrugged and dropped his head to focus on the words coming out of Coach’s mouth. “Don’t pretend like you care about what he is saying” I gesture to the shaggy haired man “now tell me at least who you got this from.”

Jackson pointed to Lydia who was not at all aware of the two pairs of eyes on her as she casually scribbled in her journal. “But I have no clue who had the note before her. It was probably that McCall.” He sneered. I exhale disappointedly, as much as Scott was a nice guy and all, I don’t want this to be from him. I do not have anything against the guy, he is just not someone who I would want to be interested in me. He seems to always be around trouble, and that is something I cannot be involved in.

“Why don’t you just go and see who it is. I will go with you and if it turns out to be McCall, I will rescue you.” He gave my hand a slight squeeze for reassurance and gazed down at my notebook. “By the way what did you get for number four?”

I laugh a little too loud which causes the brunette to turn around and give me a quick glance that I couldn’t translate in time before he was facing the front again. Again, my cheeks flared, the same way that they do every time his eyes meet mine. I shake the thought away and turn back to my friend. “Jackson, did you think this was a test the whole time? Number four is literally asking you to write down your height.”

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I was packing my stuff into my bag as the bell rang. “So, are you going to meet this mystery person?” Lydia enquired as I put my water bottle into the slot at the side of my bag, looping the strap over my one arm.

Lydia and I do not really talk, but considering she was my only lead on who this note could have been from, I bit the bullet and spoke to my lab partner. As we were filling the beakers with corrosive liquid, I came straight out with it. “So, about this note you handed to Jackson for me? Do you know who it was from?”

Lydia shook her head, a little startled that I asked her a question that wasn’t ‘can you pass me the pipette?’ “No, to be honest I can not even say who had passed me the note. When I looked down from the board it was just there lying on top of my journal. I am sorry Y/N, I wish I were able to help more but I honestly wouldn’t be able to say who gave it to me.”

I was a little discouraged by only knowing what I did during first period and it was now third. I was meant to meet this person in only a matter of minutes. Lydia and I continued to talk throughout the class. She was really nice to talk to, but I could sense that there was something about her that wasn’t normal. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was something.

“I have no clue if I am going to go or not.” I admit, letting the anxiety slip in. It would be hard enough for me to go through with it even if I knew who it was I was going to meet up with. This person said I was ‘pretty,’ for all I knew this could be a joke. That’s all I needed, I was already the girl with all the ancient supernatural protection runes all over my person and possessions. My mum and dad are hunters, and I have been brought up in a world where I cannot go anywhere without some protection. The salt and holy water in my bag is proof of that.

“Well, I hope whoever it is, knows how amazing you are. If he doesn’t, he will have me to deal with.” She bumped my hip with hers and waved as she left the lab.

I picked up the last item on the table and turned to leave the classroom when I was knocked onto the floor, landing hard on my butt. At first, it felt as though I had walked straight into an invisible force field. Little had I registered that it was a person.

“Oh shit!” It was the brunette from this morning. ‘Dammit’ I thought. I could already feel my cheeks start to turn red. Why did this always have to happen. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to; I wasn’t looking where I was going.” The brunette boy bent down to help me up from the floor.

I brush off my jeans once I am back on my feet, avoiding making eye contact with the boy in front of me. He too looked really nervous as if this incident was his worst nightmare. “I- it’s o- okay.” I stutter. Really voice, of all the times you want to fail me, it’s now. “I w- was just going.” I try to walk past him when a blaring siren started ringing throughout the school.

Panic flashed across my face and his too. Everyone’s worst nightmare, a gun drill. The siren was one hundred percent recognisable. “Get down!” The brunette boy threw himself at me as I yet again landed flat on my backside but with him on top of me this time. We were both frozen for a couple of seconds, my eyes locked on his and it might sound girly, but I could literally lose myself in them.

Finally, he lifted himself up off me and slid underneath one of the tables. I copied and mirrored him under the table in front of his. “I’m sorry, I thought I saw someone walk past the window inconspicuously behind you. I just panicked.” His eyes searched my body, the way that I was now hugging my legs, resting my chin on top of my knees. “Oh God, did I hurt you?” Fear flooded his face at the thought that he may have caused me any pain.

I shake my head. “No.” I whisper. “I’m okay, thank you.” My hand instantly goes to play with the locket that hung around my neck.

“What’s that?” His eyes caught my fingers tracing the metal details.

I freeze. “What’s what?”

The brunette flicked his head towards the chain that was between my fingers.

“Oh, it’s a necklace my dad gave me, to protect me.”

The boy smiled. “That’s cool. My dad gave me a baseball bat to protect me.” I felt the corners of my lips rise into a slight smile.

“I bet you wish you had it now?” I enquire.

The boy sniggered. “If only a bat was an equal match.” I knew what he was on about. A bat could not compare to a gun. “Wanna know something funny?”

“Something funny would be great right about now.” I could feel my foot start to twitch the way that it did when my mum and dad were out on a hunt. Total and utter uselessness. I was a sitting duck.

“My dad once told me that I am always at the centre of some drama.” He let out a sigh. “That wasn’t really that funny was it?”

I shake my head but smile. “Your dad seems like a smart man.”

He smiled and raised a hand to ruffle his hair. God why did he look so good when he did that. “He has to be, I mean he is the sheriff.”

“You’re the sheriff’s son?” I question my eyes went wide in shock. I had heard a lot about this boy. He was best friends with Scott McCall and his dad is right, he always seemed to be in trouble.

He smiled beautifully if that were possible during a terrifying circumstance. “Yeah, you didn’t think it was a coincidence that I am called Stiles Stilinski and there would be no relation to Sheriff Stilinski?” His smile and baffled tone made me smile back at him. “It’s not as common as most surnames. I mean what’s yours?”

“Winchester.” I reply.

“Now that is not a common surname.” He leaned out from under the desk with his arm stretched out. I took his in return. “Nice to meet you Y/N Winchester.”

“You too Stiles Stilinski.” My eyes locked onto his and our hands clung to each other. It felt like we had been holding hands for hours, completely frozen in each other’s gazes.

Suddenly there was a loud pop that rang throughout the building. This tore our hands apart finally. I retreated under the table and moved my legs back up to my chest, creating a shield. Stiles did the same but did not take his eyes off me. I started gripping onto my locket as my breathing became more rapid. I was normally better at threats, my parents dealt with the supernatural world. They battled ghosts, demons, vampires and even werewolves and yet a civilian with a gun going around the school, finger on the trigger, changed me into a nervous wreck.

There was this scuffling noise and suddenly there were arms around me holding me tight. “Shh, its okay Y/N.” Stiles was holding onto me, trying his best to soothe my breathing down. “Breathe with me okay. Copy me. Y/N, you need to look at me.” His hands were either side of my face as he whispered to keep our location a secret. “You can do this. Ready?”

My eyes locked onto his, tear stains running down my cheeks. I watched him attentively as he took each breath. I copied never losing eye contact with those light brown eyes. “That’s it. One more time okay?” His thumb caressed my cheek as I nodded. My breathing finally falling back into place. I take my last breath and let it fall. “That’s it.”

I thought now that my breathing was back to normal that Stiles would release me, but he didn’t. He held his grasp onto my body and did not look away. “Are you okay?” He whispered, his voice getting caught in this throat. Part of me wanted to say yes, to pretend that I was this tough girl. But the boy had just seen me during a panic attack. Me saying that I was not okay wasn’t going to come to be that much of a surprise. I shake my head.

“It’s okay not to be okay sometimes.” I went to wipe a tear that was falling from my cheek but Stiles was there before I got a chance. “Do you want to know a secret?”

I nod, dropping my legs from my chest. “I’m afraid of a lot of things. My friends and I, we face a lot of scary things and for most of it, I feel like I will die. But the thing is, we could die. But that could happen any day and at any time. I believe that we live through the scariest moments in our lives so that we can tell people about them.”

“What was the scariest moment in your life?” I ask, my voice all croaky from holding back the tears.

“Well apart from this one?” He pauses as he gathers his thoughts. “The scariest moment in my life was the day that something possessed my best friend and it led him to almost commit suicide.” I gasp, shocked by what he had just confessed.

“What happened?” I have dealt with possessions before, that wasn’t the part that shocked me.

“Well we went on a school trip and there was something supernatural that had possessed my friends, they were driven to madness. Scott picked up a flare, he was covered in gasoline, it was all around him.” He broke off as his voice cracked. “I walked over to him and held his hand and the flare. I told him that if he needed to do it, then we were both going to go. I was and always will be by his side.”

I took his hand this time and I felt him jump. “I had no idea. I am so sorry that that happened.” Stiles was staring at our entwined hands.

“But the other scariest moment in my life was when I wrote you that note.” I felt a sharp thump to the chest. I was so stupid, how did I not know it was the cute boy who sat in front of me in practically every class that we had together. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.” I respond. Stiles had not lifted his head since our hands connected.

“Were you going to come and meet me? I mean obviously before all of this happened.”

I stop and think. Was I? I hadn’t given that moment another thought since the siren went off. It felt like days ago I had been handed the note. “I don’t know.”

“Oh.” Stiles’ tone was defeated and sombre. His grip on my hand also weakened the minute my response registered. “I know it was a stupid thing to do. I just thought that if I was going to take a jump and finally try to ‘make my move’ as they say.”

“Stiles, it’s not that I don’t appreciate the gesture-“

“It’s just you don’t like me. I get it. I actually get it a lot.” His head dropped and he tried to pull away. I feared that he was going to leave me alone under the table and return to his own.

“No stiles it wasn’t that-“

“Is it cause I’m weird looking? Dad and Scott say I look a little odd.” The boy was rambling.

“No you’re not weird looking-“

“Then it is because of the way I talk isn’t it?”

“No it-“

“It’s my clothes then isn’t it? I dress in a lot of tartan. You know some people say-“ I grab the boy, placing a hand behind his head I pull his lips towards my own. Stiles’ eyes widened the second my lips connected to his. But soon enough his hands drifted from his side and tied themselves in my hair pulling me deeper into the kiss. It was as if Stiles had come alive once we kissed. Our lips moved in time with each other almost as if they were made to do this and only this. The shy boy became more confident and definitely more dominant as his tongue lightly brushed my bottom lip. I let his tongue meet my own, and his moan vibrated against my mouth.

Our bodies moved in sync with each other. My one hand entwined in his hair while the other draped down his back. His were on my hip and the back of my neck as we both pushed ourselves closer together if that were possible.

When I broke the kiss, his pupils were wide in surprise and desire. “Why did you stop?” Stiles questioned, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“I would have met up with you Stiles.” I whisper into his ear. When I pull my head away from his neck his eyes were wider than they were when the kiss broke apart. “But maybe next time, you should author your notes, perhaps?”

A cheeky grin spread out across his face as my words registered. “Wait, does that mean I forgot to say it was from me, that you’d be meeting me.” I nod as the boy put the puzzle pieces together. “I am an idiot.” The boy slapped his own forehead at his carelessness. “Can I ask you another question?” I smile and nod. “Can we do that kiss again? I really liked it.”

The smirk on his face was enough for me to give into his charms. Before I could lean in, Stiles had grabbed me by my hips and pulled me onto his lap. I hooked my arms around his neck and allowed his lips to connect with mine, his hands firmly on the space between my hips and my ass. It was a bit of a squeeze under the table, the top of my head was rested on base of the table. I was aware that I may have gum in my hair because of this, but I didn’t care. Hearing his moans as my hands trailed from the back of his neck and down his spine was enough for me to crumble within his arms.

Stiles’ lips drifted away from my own but instantly connected into the crook of my neck. This time it was my turn to let out a moan. “Stiles.” I sighed when he hit the right spot and began to suck on it with his hot breath spreading across my skin.

Both of us jumped apart when we heard a cough from the front of the lab. There stood Scott McCall. I was just thankful that it wasn’t Coach or any other member of the School Faculty. I looked back at Stiles who for once didn’t seem happy to see his best friend. “Not exactly what we were taught to do during a school shooting, Stiles.” He nodded towards me “Y/N, Jackson is worried about you, he said you were not answering your phone.”

Stiles detangled me from his lap and helped me to my feet in front of the table rather than being under it as we had previously been.

I pulled out my phone and funny enough there was sixteen missed calls from Jackson and twenty-two messages from him as well as a couple from my own father. Not cool Jackson do not get my dad involved in this.

“What are you even doing out in the open, Scott?” Stiles grilled. “There is a school shooting going on you know.”

“Dude that ended about twenty minutes ago, your dad came arrested the guy. The teachers announced that we could all go home. I was on my way home when Jackson came up to me and asked me if I had seen Y/N. When I told him no, he went into panic mode and started running up and down the corridors.”

I felt my phone vibrate in my hands, Jackson again. “Hello?”

“Oh my God. Thank God you’re okay. Are you still in the school? Where are you? I will come and get you and take you home.”

I look up at Stiles who held onto my hand and gave me the sweetest smile. “Jackson I am okay. I think I am going to get a ride with someone else. Thank you for always looking after me. I love you.”

“It’s my job. Who are you with so I know you are safe, put them on the phone?”

I hand the phone over to Stiles who takes it apprehensively. “He wants to make sure I haven’t concocted some excuse to avoid listening to Taylor Swift in his car, again.”

“Hello?”

“Oh my God, Stilinski? What are you doing with Y/N?”

Stiles pulls the phone away from his ear and places a hand over the microphone. “I don’t think he is too happy that you’re with me.” I laugh and he put the phone back up against his ear. “Jackson I will look after her, I promise. Enjoy Taylor Swift though. I really like the one she sings with Ed Sheeran.” He pulls the phone back and hits the end call button on the screen.

Scott looks questioningly between the two of us. “So, what is going on between you two. Is this going to be a normal thing now? Am I going to have to write up a schedule for who gets Stiles during the week?”

Stiles slaps his friend’s back. “You still got me. But now she has me too, only she gets more kisses than you. I mean we could add more kissing sessions when we are together if you would really like?”

“I think I will pass.” Scott announced.

“Good because there would be no competition.” Stiles twirled me so that I was now pressed against his chest and laid another kiss on my lips. When he pulled away, his head was bent down to mine, eyes locked on my own. “You ready to go home?”

Part 2?

[harringtonstilinski]

You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 17 ; Venomous

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 3,597 Warnings: emma get paralyzed, kanima, name drops,  A/N: Hi, friends! Here’s Chapter 17! I can’t believe we’re about halfway through the second season! I really appreciate all of y’all’s support. It really means a lot. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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I was sitting in my seat next to Scott, when Stiles came rushing in, sitting in his seat behind Scott.

“Guys, I just talked to my dad, who just talked to Jackson and I've really terrible, horrible, very, very bad news,” Stiles spat out.

Scott turned in his seat. “I think I already know.”

I looked over at them and gave them confused brows.

I saw Stiles looking at the seat in front of me. I looked and recognized the head of dirty blonde hair. Isaac. Ah, shit.

Class went on like normal, Scott and Stiles keeping an eye on Isaac, and when the bell rang, I was more than happy to pack my stuff and get the hell out of there.

Walking out of the classroom, Stiles was spitting out information about what he researched last night. I only knew about his research because I stayed in his room to talk for a while after my shower.

“Alright, I only found one thing online called the kanima,” he said. “It's a werejaguar from South America that goes after murderers.”

“That thing was not a jaguar,” Scott said. 

“Yeah, and we're not exactly murderers,” I said.

“Yeah, but you did see it kill somebody, which is probably why it tried to kill the both of you,” Scott theorized. “And it's still trying to kill you, and it probably won't stop until you're dead.” He just kept walking while Stiles and I stopped.

“You know, sometimes I really begin to question our 'friendship' with him,” he said to me. 

I giggled and grabbed his arm. “Come on. We gotta get to class.” I started walking forward, dragging him with me. 

Econ with Coach. I was sitting in my normal seat in front of Scott, beside Stiles. I watched Jackson walk in Stiles' row, but didn't think anything of it.

“Hey, dick and balls,” Jackson said. I turned around seeing him sitting behind Scott. 

“Who's supposed to be what in the scenario?” I asked before turning back around in my seat.

Jackson ignored me and asked, “What the hell is a kanima?”

I whipped my head back around, looking at Scott and Stiles with wide eyes.

Slamming a book down on his desk, Coach said, “Alright, listen up. A quick warning before we begin our review. Some of you, like McCall, might wanna start their own study groups because tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult...” he paused and then chuckled. “I'm not even too sure I could pass it. Okay, I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question.”

I raised my hand, going on with class like nothing was going on. “Come on. Who's got it, huh? Come on, let's go, Emma.”

I walked up to the board and grabbed a piece of chalk to answer the question. I couldn't hear what Jackson was saying, but I could make out his voice. I stopped what I was doing to look at my best friends as I heard my uncle’s voice, saying, “Jackson! Do you have something you wanna share with the rest of the class?”

“Uhm, just an undying admiration for my-- my coach,” Jackson said.

“That's really kind of you,” Coach said. “Now, shut up!”

I turned my head back around to finish the question. After that, I kind of blacked out.

“Emma...” I heard my name in singsong form. I opened my eyes to notice that I was crying.

Coach walked in front of me and looked at the board behind me. “Okay then, anybody else want to try answering? This time in English?”

The class laughed, so I set the chalk back down and ran back to my seat, packing my stuff. I walked past Coach, saying, “Bobby, I'll be right back.”

I walked out of the classroom and made my way to the locker room. I didn't want to go to the girls room because I didn't want anyone walking in on me, crying hysterically. The locker room was becoming like a safe haven for me. I went straight for Stiles' locker and pressed my back against it, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor. I had my knees bent, so I put my forehead against them and wrapped my arms around my legs. I hadn't stopped crying.

The bell interrupted my crying session, so I gathered myself and stood up, straightened out my clothes and walked to my next class. Chemistry. Eek.

I walked in right after Stiles and Scott did, taking my seat next to Allison. I didn't want anyone seeing me in my state, so I just kept my head down. What the hell was going on with me?

“Einstein once said, 'Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.' I myself have encountered infinite stupidity,” Harris said. I looked over towards Allison, seeing Harris place a hand on Stiles' shoulder, patting a couple times. “So to combat the plague of ignorance in my class, you're going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let's see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or in Mr. Stilinski's case, less than one. Erica, you take the first station. You'll start with...” I looked at the class, the majority having their hands raised. I rolled my eyes and looked over at Stiles, who was trying to flag me down.

I looked over and he mouthed 'what's wrong?' I just shook my head, letting him know I'd tell him later.

“I didn't ask for volunteers. Put your hormonal little hands down,” Harris said. “Start with Mr. McCall. Alright, next two. Isaac, you go with Emma.”

I looked up at Harris with an expression that read I didn't understand what he said. I looked back at Isaac, seeing him smirk. This was going to be fun.

“Don't believe everything Isaac says to you,” Allison whispered.

“Same with Erica,” I said. “Whatever is going on, she's just trying to get in your head.”

“You don't know what's going on?” Allison asked, brows scrunched in confusion.

“No,” I said, my own brows in the same state. I heard a throat being cleared behind us, so I looked and... there stood Isaac. I looked over at Stiles and he had this mad look on his face.

Allison stood up and walked to her station, Isaac taking a seat.

“Where have you been? I've been wanting to catch up,” he told me as I measured out the amount of ingredients I needed.

“Why are you back?” I asked. “Derek want you to kill me or something?”

“No. He wants us to test something out.” I looked over at him, as he said, “Then kill.”

I rolled my eyes. “Ya'know, you were a really nice guy before you got bit. You hang around with Derek long enough, you'll be on killing sprees soon enough.”

He leaned closer, placing a hand on my thigh. “I'm sure you like someone who likes power and control.”

I grabbed his wrist. “Touch me like that again and I'll break it,” I threatened. “You don't know my type, so I suggest you shut the hell up.”

“I know that you like Stiles. You can't deny it.”

“Switch,” Harris said.

Allison came over and sat next to me again.

“You okay? Scott said you bolted out of Econ,” she asked.

I sighed and chuckled. “I'm fine. Just feeling like I'm turning into a nutjob.”

“You're not. You experienced something that none of us have,” she said. “It's okay to go through a little bit of trauma.”

I looked over at Stiles' station and saw him looking at Isaac while pointing in my direction. Oh, god. Why was he talking about me?

Ting. “And switch.”

Erica sat next to me while Isaac sat next to Lydia.

“Emma,” Erica greeted.

I nodded my head once, trying to finish up this experiment. 

“Look, I know that we haven't been on the best of terms here lately, but I wanna start over,” she said. “Let's be friends.”

“Not when you're on Derek's side,” I said. “Sorry.”

I mixed the remaining ingredients into the jar in front of me when Harris rang the bell again, saying, “Time. If you've catalyzed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal.”

Erica pulled mine from the jar and showed it to me.

“Awesome job, Em,” she cheered.

“Only my friends call me Em,” I said, done with her. “You can call me Emma or, hmmmm, nothing at all.”

“Now for the part of that last experiment I'm sure you'll all enjoy…” Harris said. “You can eat it.”

I realized then that I just made rock candy. Awesome. Erica handed me the candy, so I took it from the tongs. I went to take a bite when I heard Stiles call my name and Scott call Lydia's. We looked back at both boys and said, “What?”

I bit my candy and noticed that something felt off. I looked at Stiles and mouthed, 'help.'

He shook his head like he didn't understand. I rolled my eyes and stood up slowly, whispering to Erica, “Bitch.”

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Walking into Coach's office, I had to sit down. 

Stiles was immediately by my side. “Em, what's wrong?”

“I'm losing feeling, Stiles,” I said. “Like the other night at the mechanic's shop.”

“Just stay right here,” he said. “I'll get you some water.”

Scott and Allison walked in after that, all three of them standing in a small circle.

“Derek's outside waiting for Lydia and... Emma,” Scott said.

“Wait, why me?” I asked.

“Waiting to kill them?” Allison asked.

“You two do realize I'm sitting right here, right?” I asked again, going ignored.

“If he thinks they're the kanima, then yes, especially after what happened at the pool,” Scott said.

“It's not Emma. She passed. She got paralyzed,” Stiles said, unscrewing the cap of a water bottle and putting it up to my lips, letting me take a sip.

“Then it can't be Lydia,” I said. “Hold my head up, you oinker.”

“Emma, she didn't pass the test. You did. Nothing happened,” Scott said.

“It can't be her.”

“It doesn't matter because Derek thinks it's her,” Allison said. “So, either we can convince him that he's wrong, or we've got to figure out a way to protect them.”

“Well, I really don't think he's gonna do anything here, not at school,” Scott said.

“What about after school?” Allison and I asked.

Scott sighed, which made us sigh.

“Stiles, water,” I whispered. He placed the bottle up to my lips again, me taking a longer sip this time. “Thanks.”

“Okay, well... what if we can prove that Derek's wrong?” Allison asked.

“By three o'clock?” Stiles asked.

“There could be something in the bestiary,” she tried to reason.

“Oh, you mean the 900-page book written in Archaic Latin that none of us can read? Good luck with that,” Stiles said.

For some reason, the feeling was coming back quicker, so I placed a hand on Stiles' arm. “Hey, calm down.”

He helped me stand up, realizing what I was asking him.

“I think I know someone who might be able to translate it,” Allison pondered.

“Uh, I can talk to Derek, maybe convince him to give us a chance to prove it's not them,” Scott said. He looked over at Stiles and I. “But if anything happens, you guys let me handle it, okay?”

“What does that mean?” Allison and I asked, once again in unison.

“It means you guys can't heal like I do,” Scott explained. “I just don't want you two getting hurt. Especially you, Em. Not again.”

Allison reached into her bag and pulled out what seemed like a compact crossbow. She held it up, saying, “I can protect myself.”

Scott looked down at the ground then back up at Allison. 

Setting down her crossbow, she asked, “What?” Her and Scott looked at each other before she asked, “Did something else happen?”

Stiles and I looked at each other then back at the couple.

“I just don't want you getting hurt,” he said. Man. He really did love Allison enough to protect her... even though she didn't need it. “Seriously, if anything goes wrong, you call me, okay? I-- I don't care if your dad finds out. Call, text, scream, yell, whatever. I'll hear you and I'll find you as fast as I can.”

Allison looked down at her shoes then back up Scott, nodding her head slightly.

“We have until 3:00.”

I watched as Stiles walked over to the table that Allison had set her crossbow on. He looked over at me and I shook my head, telling him not to mess with it.

Allison nodded again and Scott turned around to leave, but oinker over here, picked up the weapon and pulled the trigger, sending an arrow Scott's way.

I was more than thankful for Scott's were-ability because he turned around not 0.2 seconds after and caught the arrow before it hit him in the head causing me to gasp.

“Ah,” Stiles said, handing the crossbow back to Allison. “Sorry. It's a sensitive trigger on that.”

I face palmed, wondering why I don't keep him on an arm length leash. “God, you're such an idiot,” I sighed, grabbing my backpack and walking of Coach's office.

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Seeing Stiles, Allison and Lydia walking through a set of double doors, I hurried over to them as fast as I could. I had been in the library looking for a book to do some research with when I saw Erica and Isaac walk in and head straight for Matt and Danny, asking where me and Lydia were.

“Stiles, we gotta go... now,” I said fearfully.

“Whoa, hey. What's going on?” he asked.

My eyes danced between his as I whispered, “Isaac and Erica are looking for me and Lydia.”

Stiles looked at me with wide eyes as mine filled with tears, my voice shaking as I added, “I don't know why, but they're looking for us… and I'm scared.”

“It's alright. We have a plan,” Stiles said, putting his arm around my shoulders. He leaned down and whispered into my ear, “I'm gonna let anything happen to you, baby, I promise.”

All I could do was look at him and nod my head slightly, feeling a little bit safer knowing that Stiles was gonna try everything he could to protect me.

I wasn't sure they had a plan until Lydia started talking. “If we're doing a study group, why didn't we just stay in the library?” 

“Because we're meeting up with somebody else,” Stiles said. 

Lydia hummed and said, “Well, why don't they just meet us in the library?”

“Oh, that would've been a great idea,” Stiles responded. “Too late.”

“Okay, hold on--” Lydia said before getting interrupted by Jackson.

“Lydia, shut up and walk,” he said, grabbing Lydia's arm and basically pushing her to the doors.

I looked over at Stiles and Allison, silently asking them why they're trying to protect her. Oh, yeah. Derek's trying to kill her now because she didn't get freaking paralyzed. Lucky bitch.

Piling into the Jeep, I was so not okay with this. Lydia, Allison and Jackson were in the back, me up front, and Stiles was obviously driving. Again, I was so not okay with this. Stiles and I looked at each other, him knowing I wanted to voice my opinion. He gave a look that said ‘not right now’, so I rolled my eyes and looked out the window.

I didn't have a clue where we were headed, so when we pulled up next to Scott's house, you could imagine my shock and surprise as we all piled out of the Jeep.

I was already halfway to the door when I heard Lydia ask, “If we're studying at Scott's house, then where's Scott?”

“Meeting us here, I think,” Stiles said. “I hope.”

I turned around and gave both Stiles and Lydia a look. It said completely different things to each person. “Do you really have to stomp your way up the steps?” I asked.

“Do you really have to be a nasty bi--” Lydia said.

“Okay, before a cat-fight begins, Em-- open the door,” Stiles said.

Once again, I rolled my eyes at him and got the hidden key from where Melissa keeps it and unlocked the door. Opening it, all five of us piled into the house. Once inside, Stiles closed and locked the door... locking all the locks. He looked out the window, and turned to face everyone else. He noticed my look I was giving, which was an unimpressed one.

“Uh,” he started. “There's been a few break-ins around the neighborhood.” He looked at a chair and grabbed it, putting it under the doorknob. Lydia gestured to it, silently asking why he did that. “And a murder.”

I snorted at Allison's reaction, her and I locking eyes as Stiles said, “Yeah, it was bad.”

“Alright. Well, I've actually got homework to do, so I'm gonna set up shop in here,” I said. I walked into the room to the right of the door, and sat down to get started on my homework.

I felt a body sit next to me. “What do you want, Stiles?” I asked, looking over my notes.

“Just wanted to make sure you were doing alright. Ya'know, since you were paralyzed today.”

I tilted my head up and looked around with my eyes for a moment. “I just... want to know how it took longer for that stuff to paralyze me today when back at the mechanic's shop, it took no more than two minutes. I'm so confused,” I said, sniffling. “I wanna know if there's anything wrong with me. I mean, am I the damn kanima?”

“No. You're not,” he said, putting an arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his side, sighing. “You're Emma Thomas. The girl that basically went against Peter three times and came out alive.”

“Yeah, but I'm seeing him, Stiles,” I whispered, sniffing. “I saw him at the ice rink and I had a vision of him today.”

“Whoa, what are you talking about?” he asked. I opened my mouth to answer, but Allison called for him. He looked in her direction then back at me. I hadn't taken my eyes off of him. He looked at me with an expression I knew all too well.

I nodded my head slightly and sighed. “Go. Save the world,” I chuckled halfheartedly. 

I felt him get up from beside me and walk over to Allison.

~~~

I finished all my homework while Allison and Stiles were keeping watch. As I was packing my things, I heard Stiles sigh and say, “Oh, jeez. What are you doing?”

“I think-- I think I have to call my dad,” Allison replied.

“No, but if he finds you here-- you and Scott--”

“I know. But what are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us. Okay? They're here to kill Lydia and Emma.”

It was silent again before I stood up and made my presence known. “I'm, uhm,” I said before clearing my throat. I pointed behind me in the direction of the bathroom. “I have to pee, so I guess if anything happens, just... keep me posted?”

Stiles walked over to me, sensing my hesitance. “Alright. Uhm, just stay in there and I'll come get you when and if they leave.”

I nodded and looked down at my shoes. I felt him put his hand on the back of my head. I sighed sharply as he pulled me into his chest, my hands immediately fisting his shirt.

When he pulled away, he looked at me, and said, “Just stay in there… where you’re safe.”

I couldn't hear anything in the bathroom, so I didn't hear the commotion that was going on... until I heard growling. I didn't know what to do, so I just opened the door slightly and poked my head out the door, seeing bodies flying and a light turning off. I whimpered, as I was crying, not knowing what the hell was going on.

I saw the door open and two bodies fly out into the McCall’s front yard.

I walked out and immediately was wrapped in Stiles' arms. I guess he was trying to hold me back in case one of the others was going to attack me.

Scott, Allison, Stiles and I all walked out onto the front porch, looking at Derek and Boyd. Well, they were. I was looking up at Stiles.

“I think I'm finally understanding why you keep refusing me, Scott. You're not an omega,” Derek said. The next thing he said made me turn my head quickly to look at Scott. “You're already an Alpha of your own pack. But you know you can't beat me.”

“Arrogant asshole,” I mumbled.

“I can hold you off until the cops get here,” Scott said. 

I heard the sound of the sirens then hissing. I looked back at Stiles, scared for my life.

All four of us ran off the porch and into the yard, turning back to look up at the roof. What we saw made me stiffen. The fucking Kanima.

Stiles held me a little bit closer as I whimpered.

Lydia came running out of the house, fear written all over her face. “Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?”

As I looked back at Stiles, I heard Scott say the one name I thought for sure wasn’t it.

“It's Jackson.”

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baby, let’s go home

part two

iii.

Theo is eleven when Stiles finally opens up to them. It's not surprising that it's Tara who gets to him first. She's always liked Stiles and strives to persuade words and reactions out of him anytime possible, although it was out of sympathy at the beginning. Gradually, she develops genuine care and sees Stiles as a younger brother as days, months, and years drag on. Soon, two years is up, and it takes them that long to hear the boy laugh.

It's during a movie night, the rare ones when both adult Raekens are home. They're watching Goblet of Fire, and while Tara and Stiles have their eyes on the television, they're visibly distracted as the girl leans and whispers things to Stiles now and then. The boy's eyes look alive and alight with her words. His lips are twitching in one of his rare smiles. When one of the characters gets turned into a ferret by a one-eyed teacher, it happens. Stiles bursts out in a fit of giggles at whatever Tara has said.

It gives everyone a moment's pause, even Tara. Stiles doesn't notice the astonishment in their faces or merely disregards. And then, Tara beams and tells him something again. Stiles bobs his head readily as his pale cheeks and entire disposition bloom in vibrant colors at once. Theo's parents exchange ecstatic glances, and then Theo's mother leans over to them, laughing.

"Well, you two seem to be having fun," She comments, shooting her gaze back and forth between Tara and Stiles. Theo has never seen her mother so delighted in his life.

Stiles doesn't resign back to his passive demeanor. Instead, he chuckles and confesses, "Tara and I have been talking about how Theodore is a muggle Draco Malfoy."

Theo whirls his head sharply, brows furrowed in a deep scowl, "I'm most certainly not,"

Tara points a finger to him, snickering, "That's what a muggle Draco Malfoy would say,"

Theo throws a pillow in her direction, but she pays no mind as she and Stiles press closer to whisper to each other again, conspiratorial. Stiles laughs about three more times before the movie finishes. As they walk to Theo's bedroom, he notices the significant lightness in Stiles's steps, like he knows there won't be a nightmare, for once. Theo doesn't even feel bad that it's at his expense that Stiles finally comes out of his cocoon.

~•~

The next weekend, Theo's parents are home again and excitedly announce that they're going out to the zoo, the park, the ice rink, the pizza, and the ice cream parlor as family.

Stiles glazes over at the word for a second -delaying, pondering, before his face splits to a wide-open expression, his eyes smiling with his mouth.

It's like the end of a two-year storm.

~•~

At school, he starts participating, and it's no wonder to discover Stiles is smart. Teachers are startled the first time they see his hand coming up to volunteer an answer. Other students also start talking to him again, and he doesn't shut them out anymore. He waves at Theo when they pass each other in the corridor. Stiles's lunch table starts filling with people, and Theo sometimes shares with them, too. It's a turnabout from his previous outcast status. Theo thinks he fits right into the light. He's too bright to stay in the shadows. 

He even manages to befriend one of the nastiest boys in their school - Jackson Whittemore. He's a bully, and even Theo dislikes him. He's certainly made fun of Stiles. But when Jackson freezes in front of the chalkboard, panicking over his assigned equation, Stiles quietly whispers to him the solution before turning back to his seat.

Stiles spends lunch partially to assist Jackson in his maths since then.

"He crushed my dad's badge when we were in 4th grade," Stiles tells Theo one evening, as they lay belly-down on the carpeted floor of their room. It's not Theo's bedroom any longer, and he doesn't want it to be. They're answering homework under the soft glow of their lamp.

Theo remembers that day: Stiles in an empty room, hunched down like he bore the weight of the world with his dad's crooked police badge in between tight fingers.

He looks at the side of Stiles's face, frowning. "Then why are you friends?"

Stiles only shrugs, biting on the end of his pencil. He doesn't turn his attention from the book. "I understand him,"

He doesn't elaborate, but Theo learns what Stiles meant, anyway. They have gym class together, and Jackson gets into a fight with the meek kid, McCall. He's not as unassuming as they thought.

"I'm just saying," Jackson is sneering, face in an ugly twist. "Stop brooding because your drunk father left. You should be thankful. It's a good riddance."

Scott doesn't perceive it well. He takes three strides and pulls Jackson by the collar. Almost everyone is astounded; Scott has never been violent. He's asthmatic and kind of stumbles on his own feet.

Stiles stands alert at the altercation, hurrying to get in between the two. Theo follows, hissing and groaning, unable to stop Stiles from intermediating.

"Scott," Stiles begins in a soothing voice, eyes level on the livid boy. "Scott, please let go. Jackson, stop flaring your nostrils, Jesus."

Theo cranes his neck around, trying to catch sight of the gym instructor. Of all the times he could be gone, he chooses now.

Scott only has eyes on Jackson. He's heaving from barely-held rage. "Mind your business," he grits out, sparing Stiles a glare, then darting back to Jackson. "It's easy for you two. You don't have parents. You're only living off the charity of others."

Theo double-takes, looking at the McCall kid in silent horror. Jackson snarls indignantly at his low-blow remark, but Stiles freezes, mouth agape. He steps back, dazed, letting their other classmates take his place, and he turns to leave. Theo hurries after him, ignoring the whistle of the coach as he arrives on the scene.

Theo finds Stiles on the waiting bench. He's bent down, clasping his hands together, attention lost to the gravel below. His bag is haphazardly lying on the pavement beside him. It's still class hours technically, but it's last period, anyway. He doesn't worry about missing the last twenty minutes of gym class. Theo takes a seat to his right unobtrusively, looking at the empty driving lane.

No words exchanged for a while; Theo doesn't know how to comfort people. He's not good with words, but he can be around. Then, Stiles looks up to him.

"I'm not even adopted," he tells Theo matter-of-factly. "I'm just a stranger living off the mercy of your parents."

Theo wants to disagree. He knows for a fact that neither his parents nor he and Tara feel sorry for him anymore. Stiles is family. Theo's words get lost, however, in the pool of rich gold receding to obscurity.

Stiles's lips smirk, but his eyes tell a different story.

"It's okay," Stiles's long lashes are damp. "You don't have to say anything." He drops his head again, squeezing his eyes close. "I just want to go home."

~•~

title from: Hold On by Chord Overstreet

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Merry Christmas, damnfancyscotch!

For @damnfancyscotch, who liked high school AUs and soulmates, so have some rival teams and a bit of Shakespeare!

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*****

Not a Shakespearean Tragedy

Stiles and Scott walked to the lacrosse field after school for practice, clad in their uniforms and carrying their crosses. They passed by the basketball court, where the basketball players were practicing.

“Look, there goes the lacrosse bozos!” one of the basketball players jeered at them.

“Only bozos I see are you guys!” Stiles yelled back at them. “Did you lose your mascot costume again?”

Some of the guys started yelling back at them, some players holding others back, but the two friends just ignored them all and continued on towards the lacrosse field.

“You ever get sick of this stupid rivalry?” Stiles sighed.

“It is pretty stupid,” Scott agreed. “I always worry when they say things about how I play, though,” he added quietly.

Stiles immediately got in Scott’s path so he would stop. “Don’t you ever say that about yourself!” he said vehemently. “You’ve gotten really good over the years since your asthma went away, and next year, you’ll probably be our team captain! Don’t ever doubt yourself, bro!”

Scott smiled his adorably sweet smile that made Stiles think of puppies. “Aw, thanks, bro!”

“And I mean it, too,” Stiles added as the two got to the field.

As they waited for their coach to arrive, Stiles glanced back at the basketball court. He really was sick of the stupid squabbling between teams.

The rivalry between the basketball and lacrosse teams was legendary. It had been going on for nearly a decade. The two coaches, Coach Finstock of the lacrosse team and Coach Abernathy of the basketball team, kept trying to one-up each other, and the teams had caught their fever. There had been crazy pranks, yelling insults at the other team across the fields, even stealing the team mascot costume. Friendships between players on the other team were rare.

Which was a real shame because Stiles really wanted to be friends with Derek Hale. He was a senior while Scott and Stiles were juniors, but they shared quite a few classes. Derek was smart, especially in English, and had good things to say in class. He was actually a big fan of Shakespeare’s works, and Stiles gained an appreciation for his writing because of Derek. He would smile at Derek when he said something particularly interesting in class, and Derek would smile at him, too. But then they’d look away because they weren’t allowed to be friends, which was completely unfair.

Derek was one of the rare basketball players who didn’t insult the lacrosse team. Well, maybe he did and Stiles just wasn’t there to hear it. Stiles was no innocent angel who didn’t insult the basketball team, but he never said anything bad about Derek, either.

Navigating teen social groups was just a nightmare.

What if a basketball player and a lacrosse player were soulmates? That would be worse than a nightmare.

But Stiles often wondered. He didn’t think that he and Derek had ever touched each other’s bare skin. When soulmates touched each other’s bare skin for the first time, their vision would explode into white, and they would finally recognize each other as soulmates.

Not all soulmates find each other in high school, but many of his classmates had found theirs already. Even Scott had discovered his soulmate Allison when he handed her a pen and their hands brushed each other. Stiles really wanted to discover who was meant to be his.

“Stiles,” Scott nudged his arm. “What are you thinking about?”

Stiles sighed. “The usual,” he said.

It was far from the first time that Stiles had mentioned the unfairness of it all. But before Scott could say anything, Coach Finstock came out, his whistle around his neck. The two boys and a few other of their teammates stood at attention, but most of them were still talking amongst themselves and hadn’t noticed their coach showing up.

Coach Finstock blew his whistle. “Alright, listen up! We’re gonna practice shooting at the goal, and if you keep missing, you’re gonna be running suicides! Let’s show up that stupid Coach Abernathy! You got it?”

“Yes, Coach!” the team said in unison.

Stiles was too busy after that to think about anything but lacrosse.

**********

A few days later, Stiles had to stay after school because stupid Mr. Harris had given him detention. Scott had already gone home, so Stiles was walking through the corridors alone.

Suddenly, he walked into what felt like a brick wall. He fell on his butt, thankfully not hitting his head on anything, but it was still startling.

“Are you okay?” asked a familiar voice.

Stiles’ head flew up and he looked into Derek Hale’s beautiful eyes. “Y… yeah,” he said.

“Let me help you up,” Derek said, holding out a hand.

This was the moment that Stiles had been so curious about. He gripped onto it, and the moment he did, his vision did explode into white. And apparently, Derek’s did, too, because instead of Derek helping him up, he fell on top of Stiles instead.

“You really are my soulmate?” Stiles was in shock. They really had never touched any bit of their skin together before that very moment?

“Are you upset?” Derek looked worried, moving back off of Stiles. “We don’t have to--”

“No!” Stiles screamed, grabbing at one of Derek’s arms to stop him. “I like that we’re soulmates,” he said at a more normal volume. “I was kind of hoping that we were, actually, because you’re really kind of awesome.”

Derek looked more relaxed and a smile was blossoming on his face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Stiles returned the smile.

Forget about the two rival teams for now, Stiles thought. For now, Derek was all that he wanted on his mind.

**********

Unfortunately, the next day, they both knew that they had to speak to their respective coaches. Stiles was not looking forward to telling Coach Finstock that Derek was his soulmate, and Derek wasn’t looking forward to telling Coach Abernathy about Stiles, either. But the two of them walked to the gym anyways. No one else was there, and the two held hands for moral support.

“Everything will be okay,” Stiles said, both to reassure Derek as well as himself.

Derek gulped. “Yeah. We’ll be able to be together and not have to hide our relationship.”

Stiles stared at him. He didn’t even consider that they might be forced into a secret relationship, forced to have clandestine meet-ups in other towns so no one else would see them. Stiles would wear a hoodie and sunglasses, while Derek would wear a scarf that covered the lower half of his face and…

“Stiles!” Derek interrupted his thoughts. “It’s not going to happen!”

Stiles looked over at Derek. He looked just as nervous as Stiles felt, but he looked determined, too. Stiles bet that that’s how Derek looked before a big basketball game. Maybe someday, Stiles would be able to go to one of his games and see for himself.

“Coach?” Stiles called, walking into his office in the gym

Coach Finstock was reading some essays from his freshman classes, but he looked up when Stiles approached. “Bilinski,” he greeted. “You needed something?”

“Um, yeah,” Stiles said. His heart was beating a mile a minute. He had the sinking feeling that this conversation could end very badly, but he needed to go through with it anyways.

“Bilinski!” Coach yelled. “Get on with it! I have papers to grade, you know! They don’t pay me to just sit here and look pretty, you know!”

“Sorry, Coach,” Stiles scratched his head. “I found my soulmate yesterday.”

“Congratulations!” Coach grinned. “But why are you telling me this? Shouldn‘t you be giggling about it with McCall or something?”

This was it. The moment that could end his days of lacrosse and Derek’s days of basketball. “It’s Derek,” he blurted out before he could lose his nerve. “Derek Hale. From the basketball team.”

Coach didn’t say anything.

“Am… am I gonna get kicked off the team?” Stiles was getting nervous, and when he was nervous, he tended to babble even more than normal. “I mean, I’m not the best player, but I’ve won you some goals. And Scotty, him and I play really good together! And Derek, he’s like one of the best players on the basketball team! He’s even the team captain!”

Finstock blew his whistle, and Stiles immediately shut up.

“Bilinski, do you really think we’d kick you off our teams because you’re soulmates?” Finstock asked. “Because that’s pretty crazy.”

Stiles’ jaw dropped. “But… the rivalry between the teams…?”

“What? Did you think this was gonna be like Romeo and Juliet?” Finstock stared at him. “Because while I have suffered greatly in my life, I’m not living in a Shakespearean tragedy! Don‘t put me through that, Bilinski!” He shook his finger at Stiles.

Stiles held his hands up. “I won’t, Coach! Promise!”

Finstock nodded in approval. “Good man. But don’t let being all lovey-dovey affect your performance on this team, or I’ll replace your starting position with Greenberg, and you know I don’t want that guy playing!”

Yeah, Stiles didn’t want Greenberg taking over his spot. “You got it!”

“Now, get out of here and let me grade my papers in peace!” Finstock said, picking up one of the essays on his desk and reading it.

Knowing when he was being dismissed, Stiles ran out of Finstock’s office and the gym. Derek was already outside, waiting for him. “How did it go for you?” he asked anxiously.

“He told me we weren’t Romeo and Juliet,” Stiles answered.

Derek raised an eyebrow. “I don’t remember ever saying we were,” he said.

“You didn’t,” Stiles said. “It was just Finstock being his weird self. But he’s all for us being together!” he added, bouncing from foot to foot in excitement. “What about you and Coach Abernathy?”

“Oh, yeah! He approved, too” Derek said, grinning so that his teeth were showing. God, he could be such a cute dork!

“Woohoo!” Stiles shouted, throwing his hands up in the air in celebration.

There was no one around to see the ensuing kiss, and Stiles was fine with some things just staying private between soulmates.

**********

At the end of the week was the next basketball game. Stiles sat in the stands and dragged Scott along with him, who dragged Allison along as well. “It’s so weird to be here,” Scott told him, looking like he would run and hide the second one of the basketball players or their coach spotted him.

Stiles shook his head. “I told you, Scotty. Everything’s okay. Remember Coach‘s speech yesterday, about how he and the basketball coach bet every year on their teams winning? That‘s how this stupid rivalry came about, so the coaches can bet each other out of money!”

Scott shrugged. “If you say so, dude.”

Allison ruffled Scott’s hair and smiled sweetly at him. “Don’t worry so much,” she said. “Let’s enjoy the game for once.”

“Hey, here they come!” Stiles shouted.

The basketball players started running out onto the court. Stiles spotted Derek immediately in the front leading the others. He spotted Stiles in the stands and waved shyly at him.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?” Stiles whispered dreamily, putting a hand over his heart. “It is the east, and Derek is the sun.”

Scott and Allison laughed at him. “Dude,” Scott shook his head, grinning.

“You are so in love!” Allison beamed, her dimples showing.

“Yeah,” Stiles said, watching Derek take control of the ball and run dribbling it across the court. “I am.”

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Childhood Crushes and Graduation Confessions || Stiles Stilinksi x McCall!Reader

Request: “from prompt list 1, #1 🥺👉👈 with stiles x reader and the reader is Scott’s sister”

Word Count: 1.3k

Prompt list 1, prompt 1 - “Do you like them?”

A/N: Oooooh okay, so I didn’t have an idea for this one for quite a while before it hit me - childhood crush and graduation confession (also the title bc i suck at titling). Also, the graduation is based off what little I know about American graduations and my own high school graduation (we didn’t have caps and gowns, but I don’t think any high schools in Australia do so that bit is a complete guess). But let’s pretend that this is how Beacon Hills High did graduations because we were robbed and didn’t see the pack graduate. 

        As per almost every weekend, Stiles was over at your house visiting Scott. They were playing some superhero game in the backyard and you were pretending not to watch through the window from the living room sofa. You were at that age when you pretended to be more mature than your brother. There was only a two- year difference between you, but at eleven years old you wanted everyone to think you were so much more mature than your older brother, who was currently chasing his best friend around with a stick. Rolling in your eyes, you looked back down to your book.

        You had begged your mom to buy it for months before finally getting it for your birthday that year. Your first young adult fiction novel. The true mark of maturity, in your eyes. 

        A battle cry streamed past you as Scott ran after Stiles. They had apparently decided to bring their game inside. Your arm was yanked, and Stiles pulled your back into his chest and held a stick to your neck like a knife, something he had seen in a movie somewhere.

        “You have two choices here, Captain M.” Stiles had tried to make his voice drop but it seemed more comical than threatening. “You can either try and stop me, but the pretty girl will get it. Or, you can save her and let me go.” You felt your cheeks get warm at his off-handed compliment. “It’s up to you, Captain.”

        “Ow!” You tried to push him away as he accidentally poked the stick into the side of your neck. “Stiles! Let go.” He quickly apologised, looking at you with concern, before returning to character and looking at your brother.

        “Let her go, Doctor.” You almost laughed at Scott’s lower voice. “She’s innocent.” You were pushed into your brother and tripped half-way over, falling into Scott. As you both fell over, Stiles ran away with a faux-villainous cackle.

        After helping you up, Scott quickly looks out the open back door before looking back to you.

        “I saw you blush. Do you like him?” The way Scott asked it seemed like the most casual sentence ever. You tried to fight the warmth again, but the way he smirked at you let you know that it definitely didn’t work. “I knew it!”

        “A-” Your reply was interrupted as Stiles yelled for Scott to hurry up.

---

        You sit among your classmates, caps and gowns on and listening to Ms Martin making her speech. Somehow you made it to graduation. Ever since Scott got bitten, you stopped thinking about getting through school, and more about not being killed by the supernatural and those that hunt it. Perfectly normal thoughts for a high school student - which really, since Monroe and the Anuk-Ite, they unfortunately were.

        You notice Liam turn around out the corner of your eye, giving you a thumbs up. You smile and give him a quick wave back. From the day that he had accepted that he was a werewolf, you and Liam had been close. You both enjoyed having someone around who was the same age, and who had a strong bond with Scott.  While you enjoyed the company of the rest of the pack, sometimes you wanted to just hang out with someone who was the same age.

        Finally, after speeches and slideshows, names were being called and students were crossing the stage.

        “Liam Dunbar.” You laugh as his face went red when his parents and the pack loudly cheered. He shakes Ms Martin’s hand and accepts his graduation certificate, then walks off stage. As he does, though, you realise that you will get the same treatment, only with the addition of your mom’s very vocal enthusiasm.

        “Mason Hewitt.” Another loud cheer, but instead of being embarrassed, Mason pushes back his shoulder and soaks in the attention. 

        Even as you walk up to the stage, you glance nervously at your family and their smiles. They were going to embarrass the hell out of you, you could tell by the look in your mom was giving you. You catch Stiles’s eyes as you turn back and he gives you a soft and reassuring smile. He mouths something along the lines of “you did it” and your cheeks warm.

        “Y/N McCall.” As expected, your mom’s voice is heard clear as day, the rest of the pack calling out and cheering along with her. It was completely expected, but the volume catches you off guard and your already warm cheeks burn. 

        “Congratulations, Y/N.” Ms Martin shakes your hand and passes you your certificate with the other. Down the stairs and back to your seat you look over at your family, before looking towards the back of Liam’s head and whispering,

        “We fucking did it. We actually survived to graduation.” You see his shoulders jump as he breathes out a laugh, before he turns and mouths back “hell yeah we did”.

        “Alright, everyone!” Of all people to organise the cap throw and the photo of it, the school decided Coach Finstock was the best person for the job. “Three!” Stood next to Liam, Mason and Corey, you all pulled of your caps. “Two!” The entire crowd of graduates leaned down slightly as they prepared to throw. “One!” Cheers, shouts, and caps flying into the air. You turn to the guys and Mason pulls you all into a group hug.

        The first person to hug you once you find your cap and make your way over to your family is your mom.

        “Two for two graduates! I did so well.” You laugh in response as she gives you a squeeze, her voice watering as she tries not to cry. “I’m so proud of you.” You pull away but are immediately grabbed by Scott, who lifts you up off the ground slightly.

        “I’m proud of you, Y/N/N.” Your feet hit the ground again and you look at your brother. 

        “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get sappy.” You hit his arm and try to fight the tears that are starting to well up.  “Go congratulate your beta.” He rolls his eyes but immediately begins to search the crowd for Liam. You turn and talk to Malia and Lydia, catching up on some of the things that you missed from each other’s lives. 

        “I’m sure Beacon Hills High will be glad to finally be rid of the McCall’s huh?” You try to hide your jump as Stiles suddenly appears beside you. You turn and give him a light punch in the arm.

        “Not as glad as they were when your dumb ass graduated.” He just rolls his eyes before pulling you into a hug. 

        “Congratulations.” When he moves back, you take a deep breath before darting forward and placing a kiss on his cheek. When you pull back, Stiles’s face is red and your own face has warmed back up. “I… uh…” You take advantage of Stiles’s shock and almost literally run away.

        You find Liam talking to Mason and drag him away slightly by the arm.

        “Liam I just did something really stupid.” You say quickly as you put your hands on your knees to catch your breath, glancing up to see him looking at you, amused. 

        “What did you do this time?” You stand back up and go to punch him before lowering your hand back down to your side.

        “This is serious, Liam.” You place your hands on his shoulders and look him dead in the eye. “I kissed him on the cheek and then ran away and it was really stupid of me and I don’t know what to do.” Liam laughs. He laughs while you just look at him, embarrassed. 

        “You could try again and kiss him properly.” You let out a shriek and jump to hide behind a still-laughing Liam from Stiles (who seemed to be sneaking up on you a lot today). Instead, Liam pushes you into Stiles. 

        He catches you before you fall and you both just stand there looking at each other. His hands slide down to your own.

        “Can I?” Your brain can’t quite seem to comprehend what is going on, and you find yourself nodding. Stiles smiles, and leans in, kissing you.

---

End of chapter A/N: let me know if you want a sort of part 2 where it’s from Stiles’s perspective instead. Might be fun idk. Oh also, requests are still open! And I’m finally back in the groove a bit with over 1k words... feels good

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Jealous

This one was requested by the lovely @daughter-of-pan12​:

“Hey I was wondering if you could do a request I have about Scott from teenwolf I was wondering if the story could be based off of halseys music video colors but Scott and the reader end up together in the end.”

So my darling, I changed things up a bit from the video but I still hope you enjoyed it!!

Masterlist Want Me to Ship You?

“Since when do you play tennis?” You asked Scott with amusement, smile on your face as he walked over to you from the tennis court.

“I don’t. Trying something new because Coach asked me to.” Scott shrugged, taking a seat next to you on the bleachers.

“Asked or demanded?”

“A little bit of both?”

The two of you shared a laugh.

“Well, plus side is, I may or may not have blackmail material. It depends.”

You showed him the photos you took of him playing on your camera. You were on the yearbook committee so you taking pictures wasn’t completely out of the norm.

“Depends on what?”

“If you like tennis...and how you feel about the shorts.” 

Scott chuckled and looked down at his legs. If you didn’t know how he felt about them, you couldn’t use them against him. But then again, maybe he wouldn’t mind you teasing him. It’s something that hasn’t been brought up yet but Scott liked you...a lot. He didn’t know if you felt the same. I mean, even when he’s oblivious to it, sometimes he swears you’re flirting with him...so he’ll flirt back.

There were a few instances where you both caught the other staring at each other in class. Stiles had talked to him over and over about just asking you out. He was able to ask Allison and Kira...why was it so different with you? Maybe because with Allison and Kira, they were more romantic in the beginning while he’d been friends with you first. Would asking you out ruin that friendship if it doesn’t work out?

No. Not with you. You were too amazing to let a relationship ruin your friendship...assuming it ended amicably and neither of you didn’t do anything to mess it up. But he’d have to actually ask you out before this could even be an idea.

“Shorts aren’t that bad. I could go a little looser.”

You smiled and shook your head, a small laugh leaving you.

“Then these pictures aren’t what I hoped. Unless--”

“Not in the yearbook. I’m not on the tennis team.”

“Damn that’s true.”

Scott looked up to see Stiles stop walking. He then pulled out his phone and Scott’s phone chimed. 

“Why is Stiles standing there staring at us?” You asked, slightly perplexed.

“I don’t know.” Scott replied, pulling out his phone.

But he knew. He knew that Stiles wanted to give you guys some time alone. 

Did you ask her yet?

Scott sighed and looked up at Stiles who held up his arms as if to say, “huh?”. Scott quickly typed his reply and sent it.

“Hey, so are you going--” Scott started before his phone chimed again, interrupting him.

ASK HER!

Scott turned his phone on silent and put it back in his pocket.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Judging by your reaction it’s not important pack business.”

“No, it’s just Stiles being Stiles.”

“Is it explaining why he’s still staring at us instead of coming over?”

“No. It’s a long story.”

“Anyway, you were asking me something?”

“Oh yeah, um, are you going to the carnival this weekend?”

“Yeah. Me and a couple of us were told to go take pictures for yearbook.” You replied, slightly unenthusiastically.

“You don’t sound excited about that.” Scott let out a small chuckle.

“I’m kinda not because that means I’m going for fun reasons.”

“Well, do you wanna go with me? You can get some pictures and we can have fun...like a date.”

You froze for a moment, your eyes widened in surprise. Scott McCall is asking you out on a date? HOLY CRAP! You’ve liked him for the longest time, like since the end of elementary school, and he wants to take you out…

“Or we can go as friends, it doesn’t have to be a date.” Scott backtracked after your pause in response.

“No, no that’s not it.” You replied quickly after he backtracked. “It’s just--are you sure you’re asking the right person on a date?”

“Unless you’re not the real Y/N Y/L/N, I’m sure I have the right person.” He smiled at you brightly.

“R-really?”

“Yeah. Of course. I mean, if you want.”

“I--” You smiled, letting out a small laugh because you still couldn’t believe it. “I would like that.”

“And maybe we can invite Liam and Hayden. Double date for less stress and we’d be able to get some pictures for the yearbook.”

“That’d be great.”

“Awesome.” 

The two of you shared bright smiles.

“MCCALL!” Coach called from behind them.

The mood was ruined, Coach’s voice startling the both of you as he called out to Scott from the tennis courts.

“Last I checked, Y/L/N isn’t a tennis ball or racket!” Coach Finstock continued as he walked over to the bleachers. “You flirt on your own time, two laps each!”

“Wha--me too?” You motioned to yourself in shock.

“You too, Y/L/N, get going!”

“I’m not even in--” You were interrupted by Coach’s whistle.

“That’s another for the both of you!”

You looked over to Scott in surprise before you both started laughing. What the hell?

=================================

Beacon Hills High School was throwing a fundraiser to raise money for the sports teams. The fundraiser was done in the form of the carnival. 

“What should we do first?” Liam asked the group of you.

“Actually, we’ll meet up with you guys a little later. Y/N’s gotta take pictures for the yearbook so I wanna get that out of the way for her.” Scott replied, small smile on his face as he looked over to you.

“Yeah. We’ll see you guys in an hour?” Hayden agreed.

“Sounds like a plan.” You confirmed. You turned to Scott as Liam and Hayden walked away. “You didn’t have to do that. You could’ve gone with them while I walked around and took some pictures.”

“We’re on a date. For me, this is part of it and it’s not like we can’t have fun getting your pictures.”

Scott smiled and took your camera bag from off your shoulder. He opened it up and passed you the camera and one of the lenses he recognized from the previous day. You couldn’t help but smile as you attached the lens and put the strap around your neck. Scott had already zipped up the bag and put it on his shoulder before offering you his hand.

“You ready?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You replied.

The two of you walked around for the hour, taking pictures of some of the students as they played some games, ate some of the fried foods and the rides.

Your last stop of the photo tour, per Scott’s suggestion, was the ferris wheel and a photo from the top overlooking the carnival. 

“Thanks for doing this with me, Scott.” You told him as the ferris wheel moved.

“No problem. It was fun.” Scott insisted with a light nudge of his shoulder. “We should definitely eat after we find Liam and Hayden.”

“Oh, that’s a given. I mean, we shared cotton candy but we need solid food.” 

“I was thinking by the end of the night we try that deep fried twinkie you were talking about when we passed it.”

“I’m telling you...it’s really good. Hey, so I know we have spent the first hour of our date getting my work done before we go on a ‘date’ date, but I’m having a lot of fun.”

“I’m glad. Maybe we didn’t need the Liam/Hayden filter after all.”

“I think it helps that we were friends first. It helped us to be comfortable, I think.”

“Maybe.”

Scott put his arm around your shoulders before he pointed to the sunset as the two of you got to the top of the ferris wheel.

“It’s beautiful.”

“So are you.” Scott made a face and smiled. “That was so corny but it’s true.”

You laughed and shook your head. It felt like the right moment for this. It seemed Scott knew it too because he leaned in, meeting you halfway, for a kiss.

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You and Scott have been together for the past month and so far, everything was awesome. Scott was an amazing friend but was also an amazing boyfriend. The transition from friendship to relationship was shockingly easy. 

“So I was thinking maybe we can hang out at your house tonight. My parents are gonna be home and to be honest, I don’t wanna deal with the questions.” You suggested, closing your locker.

“Have you told them about us?” Scott asked curiously.

“Yeah. I just don’t want to divulge into our relationship with them just yet and then my dad tries the whole, “I have a shotgun,” thing.”

“Does your dad really have a shotgun?”

“He says he does but I haven’t seen it.” 

“Okay. We’ll have to stop by the store after school so we can get some snacks. I promised my mom I’d buy some milk anyway.”

“Sounds good. Oh, real quick, you mind holding my camera? I have to pee real quick.”

“Yeah sure.”

Scott accepted your camera, putting the strap around his neck as you rounded the corner to the bathroom. While he waited, he turned on your camera to look through the photos on them. He smiled when he saw the ones of the two of you saved on the memory card. He scrolled to see you and him and your friends...but then...what the hell was Theo doing on your memory card in between pictures of you guys? 

Why were there more than one of Theo? What the holy hell? Why were these saved in with pictures of you guys? Were you into Theo and just settling for him?

“Thanks.” You told Scott as you walked over to him. 

You suddenly felt the change of Scott’s mood. Before you could ask him what was wrong, Scott pulled the strap over his head before showing you the picture on the screen.

“Why do you have pictures of Theo saved on here?” Scott asked, irritability in his tone.

“Do I? I thought I deleted those.” You replied with a shrug.

“How do you not remember? You have pictures we took last week and a couple more weeks ago saved in between these pictures.” Scott pushed the camera into your hands. “What the hell, Y/N?”

“Why are you getting so mad, it was a simple mistake?” Your tone changed to match his.

“Is it? Because you did have a crush on him before.”

“A lot has happened since then, Scott.”

“Well, it looks to me that maybe you still have something for Theo and you’re just settling with me.”

“How could you say that? I--”

“If you wanna be with Theo then go.” Scott shook his head and stormed off.

“Scott!” You called out but he didn’t even turn around.

What the hell just happened? You have never seen him get so jealous like that let alone jump to conclusions like that. The reason you had those photos were innocent. You sighed to yourself, fighting the tears and turned around to walk the other way to class.

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“I think you read too much into it.” Stiles told Scott.

“I don’t know, man.” Scott sighed. “She used to like Theo.”

“And a lot happened since she liked him. He turned out to be a dick in so many ways and knowing Y/N, that crush died when he manipulated her too in his crappy plan.”

“But then Liam brought him back...she even mentioned that she thinks he deserved a second chance after what he’d been through where he was.”

“Doesn’t mean she likes him again. Look, she may have liked Theo but she’s liked you longer than him.”

“What?” Scott looked up to Stiles in surprise.

“Dude, I’ve been telling you for the longest time but you didn’t believe me. Maybe since she decided boys didn’t have cooties anymore, she’s liked you. She wouldn’t “settle” for you like you think she is. You know Y/N, Scott. She would never do that to you.”

“Then why wouldn’t she delete the pictures of Theo in her camera?”

“Maybe she has a good explanation for that. You’re being ridiculous and a dumb, jealous boyfriend. She hasn’t given you a reason to be.”

Scott knew that Stiles was right. You never gave him a reason to be jealous and he didn’t know why he was being like this. He could blame whatever but at the end of the day, there was no excuse for how he acted. He owed you the biggest apology.

“I gotta go. I need to talk to Y/N.” Scott said to his best friend.

“Yes, go. Let me know how it goes.” Stiles urged.

Scott texted you before he got onto his bike and drove to your house. You were waiting on the porch, sitting on the steps as he pulled up.

“Hey.” He called out as he took off his helmet.

“Hey.” You replied with small shrug, a tinge of sadness in your tone.

“I owe you an apology.” Scott told you as he sat down next to you. “I was being a jealous jerk for no reason.”

“You were.” You agreed with him. 

“I should’ve let you explain.”

“You should’ve.”

“I let some insecurities I haven’t felt in a while get the best of me. I thought the worst because I remembered that you used to like Theo and then my mind went to how you might think he was better looking than me and I just fell down that rabbit hole.”

“Scott, the whole thing with Theo? That was over for a while. I could never be with someone who pretty much broke us all apart and pretty much killed you.”

“I know. I’m really sorry.”

“You know the only reason I have those pictures on there were for yearbook? I thought I deleted the files when I uploaded them to the computer at school so I never bothered to check.. And there were so many because he didn’t like how they turned out and I had no choice but to humor him.”

Scott felt stupid. Of course it was for that reason. He really should’ve given you the benefit of the doubt.

“I forgive you though.” You added. 

“You do?” Scott’s voice was hopeful.

“Of course. I get insecure too and well…” You pointed up to the sky.

It was a full moon….how did he not realize that? Maybe because he was so caught up with everything going on with his relationship.

You let out the breath you had been holding when Scott shook his head with the look of realization on it.

“I was gonna talk to you tomorrow but you texted me to talk now.”

“It’s no excuse though. But I’m still so sorry.”

“I forgive you. Promise me something though?”

“Anything.”

“Even on a full moon, at least try to fight your instincts to walk away so I can explain myself?”

“I’ll try my best.”

You leaned in and kissed him. Apology accepted.

[imaginationintowords]

Human

Chapter 14

Stiles Stilinski x OC!Reader Original Character story

word count: 4908

Plot: A Teen Wolf fanfiction based on an original character, Sophia Tuteur.Sophia Tuteur is Scott McCall’s cousin. They are both the same age, and she has been living with Scott and his mom since she was eight years old, since her parents are always on the road due to work. This is Sophia’s point of view to everything going on.

[a/n: IT’S FINALLY BACK!!!!!!!! Sorry it took so long for me to update this story! Honestly, no excuses, I just sort of lost inspiration once Teen Wolf ended. Let’s all agree there were certain aspects in the last season that just didn’t work/make sense. But I started rewatching Teen Wolf from the beginning again, and boy did I miss writing this story! So hopefully it was worth the wait! And please let me know if you want to be untagged!]

"So wait, what did Derek want last night?" Scott asked as he, Stiles, and I walked through the school's halls towards the boys' locker room.

"The very same reason why Peter came to see me the night of the dance," I tell them, "to join his pack."

"What pack? It's just him," Stiles says confused, I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Why does he need you?" Scott asked.

"With a guardian in your pack it's sort of like an immunity," I tell him.

"Immunity for what?" Stiles asked.

"From what," I correct him, "Guardians are basically mediators between the shape shifters and hunters. When a guardian is in a pack it gives the pack a sort of immunity. Hunters are not allowed to attack without consulting the guardian. It's in the code."

"Woah. So, you're a peace maker," Stiles says in awe.

"Essentially," I smile, "Derek knows that if I'm in his pack the Argents can't try anything."

"So what did you tell him?" Scott asked.

"Told him that I would only join if you agreed to as well," I tell him.

"Well that's not going to happen," Stiles scoffs.

Scott and I share a look, I raised my eyebrows at him, silently asking him the question.

"Right?" Stiles asked with a slight panic in his voice.

"Right," Scott says, "I'm not joining his pack."

"Then neither am I," I nod my head agreeing.

"Now that we're all on the same page," Stiles says stopping just outside the boys' locker room, "The full moon tonight."

"Don't worry, I have it under control now," he tells us.

Stiles and I look at each other then back at Scott, sharing the same skeptical look.

"I'm serious," he says, "It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same."

"This is all you," I pat Stiles on the shoulder, "I'm heading to the library for my free period."

I walk away from them heading towards my destination. As I rounded the corner, another body came rushing into mine.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sophia," I look up at Isaac, who looks like a nervous wreck.

"No worries," I smile at him.

"Sorry, I thought I was going to be late for practice," he says lifting his lacrosse stick.

"Well, you better hurry, don't want to hear Coach yelling," I step to the side.

"Thanks," he said quickly rushing away.

As I continued walking down the hall, I noticed a lot of whispering going on between the other students. As I turned the corner I see why.

Allison and Lydia are stopped at Lydia's locker. Allison spots me while Lydia was grabbing things from her locker. She waves, but before I could wave back, I felt a buzz in my back pocket.

I pulled out my phone to see a text from Stiles,

Scott senses another werewolf in the locker room! Get to the field NOW!

Another werewolf in the school

I quickly turned back around and made my way to the lacrosse field.

[Third Person POV]

"Who are you waving at?" Lydia asked Allison, seeing no one down the hall.

"Oh, uh Sophia," Allison tells her, "but guess she had somewhere to be."

"Who?" Lydia asked confused.

"Sophia. Scott's cousin," Allison says, "she helped saved your life the night of the dance."

"Oh," Lydia uncomfortably shifts, "The one sleeping with Derek Hale."

"What? No, she's not," Allison says.

"That's what they all say," Lydia says closing her locker door and walking down the hall, Allison following behind.

[Sophia's POV]

I quickly walked over to Scott who was sitting at the players' bench.

"Do you know who it might be?" I asked him.

"No, I have no idea," he says as we both look around the field. Stiles comes running over to us.

"I told Coach you're switching with Danny for the day," Stiles tells him.

"But I hate playing goalie," Scott tells him not understanding what Stiles is telling him.

"Remember when I said I had an idea?" Stiles asks him again, Scott nodded his head yes, "This is the idea."

"Oh," Scott said.

"There you go," Stiles encouraged, smiling over at me.

"What's the idea?" Scott asked still not getting it, causing me to roll my eyes.

"I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes," Stiles exasperatedly said, rolling his eyes.

I shook my head at them and walked away to go find a spot on the bleachers. I sat down on the first row, getting myself somewhat comfortable to seeing how this will all play out.

I couldn't believe what I am watching. Scott is tackling all of the players and smelling them. I shook my head and put my head in my arms.

"He can't be serious," I whisper to myself in disbelief over how ridiculous this all is.

I hear a whistle and look over towards Stiles, who is pointing at Isaac and mouthing out, "It's him."

Shit.

I glance at Isaac who looks like he's trying to control his anger. Keyword, trying.

Jackson walks over and sits on the player's bench, opting out of getting slammed by Scott.

I nervously glance between Scott and Isaac as they take their places. They both take off at the sound of Coach's whistle, colliding with one another very dramatically.

Werewolves.

Coach blew his whistle obviously mad at Scott again.

I look to the right and notice Sheriff Stilinski and two deputies walking on the field. Stilinski ignores Stiles as he tries to ask his dad something and heads straight to Coach.

"Everyone take a break," Coach yells, "Lahey come here please."

Isaac walks slowly over to the deputies and Coach. I quickly make my way over towards the boys.

"What are they saying?" I ask Scott.

"His father's dead," he says, "They think he was murdered.

We watch as they slowly take Isaac away.

"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles asks."I'm not sure. Why?"

"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours-"

"Like overnight?" Scott interrupts.

"During the full moon," Stiles nods.

"That's not good," I say, looking at Scott.

"How good are these holding cells at holding people?" Scott asks Stiles.

"People? Good," Stiles grimly says, "Werewolves? Probably not that good."

"Remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?"

"Yeah, why?" I ask.

"He does," he says pointing his chin towards Isaac.

We all turn our attention back towards Isaac who is being escorted towards the locker room.

Coach dismisses the team after ten minutes, probably to give Isaac some time to gather his things.

As we make our way to Mr.Harris's chemistry class, we quietly talk about the Isaac situation.

"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Stiles asks, the question more pointed towards me.

"I don't know," I lift my hands up in defense, "He didn't even tell me last night that he turned someone. Let alone another teenager."

"Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you, it can kill you," Scott says, "And maybe teenagers have a better chance at survival."

"Not entirely," I mumbled.

"What do you mean?" Scott asked me.

"Nothing," I quickly say.

"What aren't you telling us?" Stiles asks, stopping us before we walked into the class.

"Nothing that's for me to tell," I say, shifting uncomfortably.

I quickly made a dash inside the class before they could question me any longer. I took my normal seat in front of the boys and took my things out, letting them know that I'm done having this conversation while we're in class.

"Danny, where's Jackson?" I hear Stiles ask Danny, who sits behind them.

"In the principal's office, talking to your dad," he tells him.

"What? Why?"

"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac," he condescendingly says.

"Witness," I hear Scott whisper.

"We gotta get to the principal's office," Stiles tells him.

I shake my head and roll my eyes at them. These two are literally begging to get in trouble now.

"How?" Scott asks him.

"Everyone please turn to page seventy-three," Mr. Harris asks with his back turned towards the class, while he writes on the chalkboard.

All of a sudden a paper ball goes flying passed me hitting Harris right in the back of his head. I sat there shocked.

"Who in the hell did that?" He abruptly turned around.

I place my head in my hands, shaking my head as Harris tells the boys to go to the principal's office.

I didn't even bother to watch as the boys walked out of the class.

After a few minutes I realized I never went to the bathroom during my free period, and I really had to go now. I hesitantly raised my hand, hoping Harris won't give me a hard time.

"Ms. Tuteur, do you need to go to the principal's office as well?" He smugly asked.

"No, actually can I go to the restroom?" I asked.

"No," he rudely said about to turn around.

"Sir, you may want to reconsider your answer," I tell him, holding up a tampon, causing some of the class to snicker.

"Uh-okay go," he tripped over his words, face beet red as he quickly wrote a hall pass.

"Thank-you," I smiled, grabbing the hall pass on my way out.

I make my way to the restroom and forgot that I would have to walk pass the principal's office on my way.

"Sophia, come to join us?" Stiles asks with a smile on his face.

"Nope, just going to the restroom," I tell him, and for some reason I decide to stop.

"Harris let you out?" Scott asks surprise that I was let out.

I hold up a tampon. Stiles eyes went wide.

"You're not on your period," Scott announces, taking Stiles and I by surprise.

"How the hell do you know that?" I ask him, unsure how I should feel.

"Well, one, we've been living together for years," he says in a matter of fact tone,"and two, werewolf."

"Going to pretend that this conversation never happened," I tell him.

"Do you want to know what's going on?" Stiles says.

I thought that over for a second, "No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me anyways."

Before they could say anything the door to the office opens, and Sheriff Stilinski and a deputy walk out. He looks over at the three of us completely annoyed.

"Why am I not surprised to see you three out here," he says, we all shrug in response like children who just got caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

"Why are you three here?" he sternly asks.

I hold up my tampon and hall pass, smiling innocently. He quickly clears his throat embarrassed.

"Dad, what's going on with Isaac?" Stiles asks.

"Do you guys know Isaac?" he ignores Stiles' question.

"Not much, apart from lacrosse," Scott tells him.

"Kind of," I quietly say, suddenly finding my feet more interesting.

"Kind of?" Stilinski repeats.

"Well, we're friends," I say looking up and fidgeting with my fingers, "He also kind of asked me out to the dance."

"What? Why?" Stiles abruptly asks, standing up.

"You know guys do actually like me, right?" I snap at him, completely offended by his reaction.

He slinks back down in his seat, a bit ashamed at himself.

Stilinski clears his throat, "When was the last time you spoke to Isaac?"

"We ran into each other today on our way to free period."

"But other than that, I haven't spoken to him since a couple of nights ago," I say, "I offered to help with our chemistry. Homework. Our chemistry homework."

I tripped over the last of my words, feeling my face heat up a bit and avoiding eye contact.

Stilinski remained quiet, looking between the three of us trying to figure out if what we're telling him is the truth.

"May I leave now?" I ask holding up the tampon.

"Oh, yeah. Go ahead," he clears his throat.

I hurried away from all of them. Thankful that that was done. Guess that's what I get for lying about my period.

As I walk out of class I find Stiles waiting there for me. I go to ignore him until he says something that catches my attention.

"Gerard Argent is our new principal," he tells me.

"What? How?" I ask.

"No clue," he says, as we walk towards our lockers.

We walk in silence.

"So I got detention," he says.

"Good, that's what you get," I remark, stopping at my locker to swap out the things I would need for homework tonight.

"Soph," he quietly says watching me, "Sophia, can you please look at me?"

I remain silent, handing him a book as I place another one in my locker.

"Sophia," he says grabbing my hand with his empty one. I look at our connected hands.

"I know you're mad about what I said," he says, "but I didn't mean it like that. It just took me by surprise, that's all."

"What, that a boy can like me?" I ask, hurt by his lackluster apology.

"No, of course not," he defends, "Was just surprised to hear that Isaac had asked you to the dance. That's all. Trust me, I know that guys like you."

"If this is your way of apologizing, it's crap."

"I'm sorry," he apologizes, "I didn't mean it that way. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"Okay."

"That's it?"

"I accept your apology," I tell him, "but I have to go tutor some freshman and I can't be late."

"Sophia, I really am sorry," he says before bending down and placing a soft kiss to my lips.

"Apology accepted," I smile at him.

"I better hurry, don't want to be late for detention with Harris," he says before kissing my cheek and running off.

As I was cleaning up my spot at the library, my phone buzzed on the table. Seeing that I was the only one here, aside from the librarian I didn't see any issue with answering.

I looked down to see Allison's name flash across my screen.

"Hey Allison, what's up?" I answered, balancing my phone with my shoulder as I continued to pack.

"So we might have a problem," she says.

"What do you mean?" I asked, throwing my backpack over my shoulder and walking out of the library.

"My dad and grandpa were asking me all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out-"

"What guy?" I spot Stiles walking in the parking lot towards his car, and yell out his name.

As I reach him I put my phone on speaker.

"He was dressed as a Sheriff's deputy," she says, "They're sending him to go get Isaac."

I look at Stiles with a worried look on my face.

"He was also carrying this box with something etched onto it," she says, we can hear shuffling on the other side as she searched for something, "Hold on, it's in one of these books. I'm sending you a picture."

"Did you get it?" She asked, as we wait for the picture to finish loading.

"Shit," I whispered once it loaded.

"What?" Allison asked, "Do you know what it is?"

"Yeah, it's wolfsbane," Stiles says, looking over at me just as worried as I am.

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"It means they're going to kill him," Stiles says looking at me.

"I can slow him down," Allison blurts out.

"Allison are you sure?" I ask her.

"Yes, he just left. I can catch up to him."

"Okay. Call us immediately after and if anything goes wrong," I tell her before hanging up.

Stiles and I quickly get into Roscoe, as he starts up the car I start dialing a number.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he pulled out of the parking spot.

"Calling Scott and Derek," I tell him.

On our way to meet Derek, my phone begins to ring. I answer it pressing the speaker button.

"Hey, did you slow him down?" Stiles asks.

"You could say that."

"Okay, well we're heading to the station," I tell her.

"Where's Scott?" she asks.

"Isaac's."

"Does he have a plan?"

"Yeah, but not a very good one," Stiles says, "and unfortunately we don't really have time to come up with anything better."

We hang up the phone as we're approaching Derek's car a block away from the station. I climb into the back as Derek enters the car.

"Are you sure its wolfsbane?" he asks as Stiles continued down the street.

"Yeah," I say showing him the picture.

"Okay. Now, the keys to every cell are in a password-protected lock-box in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk," Stiles explains to Derek.

"I'll distract her," Derek says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You? You're not going in there," Stiles says placing his hand on Derek, causing Derek to glare at him.

"I'm taking my hand off," he says slowly pulling his hand away.

"I was exonerated."

"You're still a person of interest," Stiles debates.

"An innocent person."

"An-" Stiles says in disbelief, "You? Yeah right!"

"Stiles, cut it out," I sternly tell him.

"Okay, fine. What's your plan?" Stiles says turning towards Derek, arms crossed across his chest.

"To distract her," Derek slowly says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"How? By punching her in the face?" Stiles remarked, getting on both mine and Derek's nerves.

"Stiles, just let him do it," I roll my eyes, "We need to hurry."

"I just want to know what he's going to do."

"I'm going to talk to her," Derek says.

"Okay. All right. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?" Stiles skeptically asks.

Derek remains quiet just starting at Stiles blankly.

"Dead silence. That should work beautifully," Stiles sarcastically says, "Any other ideas?"

"I'm thinking about punching you in the face," Derek snidely says.

"Do it," I say in slightly serious yet playful tone.

Stiles whipped his head towards me completely offended. Derek starts climbing out of the passenger seat.

"Hurts doesn't it," I remark winking at him, then following Derek out.

Derek walks into the station with Stiles and I following close behind. While Derek approaches the empty front desk, Stiles and I watch from behind the lobby doors.

"Good evening, how can I help," the deputy trails off once looking up at Derek's face, "you."

"Hi," Derek smiles at her.

"Hi."

Stiles rolls his eyes, annoyed at Derek's plan actually working. I tried containing in my laughter at the scene in front of me. I don't think I've seen Derek smile like that before, or even flirt.

"Um, I had a question," Derek flirts, stumbling over his words a bit, "Um, sorry, I'm a little-a little thrown. I wasn't really expecting someone-"

"Like me?" she interrupts.

I tap Stiles on the shoulder, pointing for him to walk by while the deputy was distracted. Stiles dramatically looked around before dashing towards the door. I walked normally by, and giving Derek a thumbs up once I was through the door.

"Oh, I was gonna say so incredibly beautiful," he sheepishly says, "but, yeah... I guess that'd be the same thing."

"Next time you might want to have a little more confidence in Derek," I playfully tell Stiles as we make our way to his dad's office to get the key.

"I could've done that," he rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, sure you could've," I sarcastically say.

We quickly go into the office and Stiles finds the lock box while I stay on lookout. He puts the code in and opens the box to reveal that it's empty.

"It's empty," he says turning to me.

From the distance we can hear the keys jingling.

"He beat us," I tell him.

"I'll go find the key, you go get Derek," he tells me.

As we go into the hallway we run into a deputy.

"Oh I was just looking for-" Stiles says, but I grabbed his arm and nudged my head to the arrow in the man's leg.

This is the deputy the Argents sent to kill Isaac. Stiles and I looked at each other wide eyed.

The deputy looked between us, he went to reach for me but Stiles quickly got in front of me. The man settled on grabbing Stiles, and covering his mouth while holding the syringe of wolfsbane to his throat.

"Not a single scream," he threatened as he dragged Stiles away.

I looked to my right and noticed the fire alarm at arm's length. I quickly pulled the lever, and ran after the man and Stiles.

I stopped at the door way and noticed that Isaac's cell was opened and empty. The man let go of Stiles, just as confused as we were to see Isaac wasn't where he was supposed to be.

All of a sudden a werewolf version of Isaac leaped out at the deputy and grabbed him by the throat. They began to fight.

"Stiles, get behind the desk," I tell him grabbing his arm to take cover.

We watch as Isaac knocked out the deputy, as Derek made his way in stepping on the wolfsbane syringe.

Isaac is breathing heavily, before he looks over at where Stiles and I are hiding. Stiles holds onto me tight as Isaac growls at us and starts to make his way towards us. Before he could take a step towards us, Derek growls at him, which causes Isaac to cower to the floor and whimper.

Isaac looks up from his arms returning back to his normal self.

"How did you do that?" Stiles breathlessly asks.

"I'm the alpha," Derek smirks.

"We gotta go before Stiles' dad shows up," I tell Derek, getting up and making my way towards a still frighten Isaac.

"Hey, it's okay. You're okay," I kneel down in front of him, trying not to get too close so he has space to breathe.

"Isaac we're going to have to go now, okay," I stand up stretching out my hand for him to take.

He hesitantly looks between me, Derek, and Stiles.

"It's okay, you're not going to hurt me," I assure him.

He reaches up and takes my hand, I help him up onto his feet. I place his arm around my shoulder, even though our height difference is significant, him at 6ft and me at 5'2. I rub his back comfortingly.

"What am I supposed to do?" Stiles calls out.

"Stay here," Derek tells him, "Figure out something to tell you dad."

He comes over and helps me with Isaac, as I lead us out the back exit before we could get caught.

We quickly make our way to Derek's car. He helps me put Isaac in the backseat, while I sit in the front.

"Where are we going to take him?" I ask Derek as he begins to drive away.

"He'll stay with me," Derek says.

"With you? Where?" I ask, I haven't even had time to ask Derek where he's been staying at since the whole hunters fiasco.

"I got a place," he shrugs his shoulders like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Where?" I ask, annoyed at the amount of no detail he's giving me.

"You'll see," he says, causing me to roll my eyes.

"You're annoying," I remark.

"So are you," he quips, trying to make light of the situation we are currently in.

"You two know each other?" Isaac asks from the backseat.

"Eh," I jokingly say.

"Sadly," Derek mockingly jokes back.

"How?"

"Yeah Derek, how do we know each other?" I playfully ask him, as if I didn't know the answer. I just wanted to know how he would answer it.

"Old family friends," he says, keeping his focus on the road ahead.

"Wow," I say at his answer.

"What, it's true."

"That's such a lame answer," I tell him, I turn around in my seat to face Isaac, "I basically lived with Derek and his family until I was about 7/8 years old."

"So you know about this, all of this?" Isaac asks.

"Yeah, I do," I softly say, "If it were up to Derek, he would keep me locked in a closet and out of the way."

"Unfortunately for me, you would annoy the hell out of me thus having me release you," Derek jokes with a serious tone.

"I'm lovable," I smile, shrugging my shoulders.

"Yeah, you are," Derek sarcastically says.

"Yeah you are," Isaac softly says, causing me to blush and turn back around in my seat.

I purse my lips, trying to fight back the smile on my face. I can feel Derek side eye me to get a look at my reaction.

"Shut up Derek," I say, trying to fight the smile on my face, and maintain the redness in my face.

After awhile we pulled into Beacon Hill's warehouse district.

"This is where you live?" I ask him, as he parks his car in front of an abandoned building.

"For now, yes," he says turning his car off, "It's a good place to stay hidden and away."

We all get out of the car and follow Derek into his building.

"Wow, so homey," I comment, looking around the large barren space, that was poorly lit by the cheap lights that Derek turned on.

"It's a place to stay safe, away from the hunters," Derek remarks in a serious tone, "It doesn't need to be homey."

"I'll be right back. I'm going to go grab some things for you two to stay the night."

"Oh, I'm staying the night?" I ask.

"Yes, I don't want to leave Isaac alone," he says, "and you insisted on seeing where I lived."

"I can just take the Camaro."

"Yeah, no. I'll drop you off early tomorrow."

As Derek goes to god knows where in this place, I look over at Isaac who is still a bit shaken up.

"You okay?" I ask him.

"Yeah," he says unsure, "I think. It's just a lot."

"I know. I mean I wouldn't know, but I can imagine."

"I'm now a wanted man," he says, the realization of what's happening sinking in.

"Don't worry, we're going to figure this out," I tell him walking over to him, and placing my hand on his back.

"Thanks," he softly smiles looking down at me, "You're the only one who's still treating me the same."

"I know you Isaac, and I'm going to make sure nothing happens to you," I reassure him.

"Thank-you," he whispers.

We continue to stare at each other in a comfortable silence. I notice his eyes looking down at my lips then back up at my eyes real quick.

The gravity between our two faces slowly pulls us both into one another. I can feel his breath on my face and vice versa. We close our eyes and lean in,

"Sophia," Derek yells causing Isaac and I to quickly jump away from each other before our lips could meet.

"Yes," I clear my throat, embarrassed about what Derek just walked in on.

"You're going to sleep in my room," he protectively says, "Isaac you'll be sleeping out here on the couch."

Isaac nods his head as Derek handed him a bag, "Got these out of your house earlier."

"Thanks," Isaac says grabbing the bag from Derek, avoiding eye contact.

"Say goodnight Sophia," Derek says, standing next to me.

"Goodnight," I tell Isaac.

"Night," he nods, catching my eyes for a split second before he turns away to get ready for bed.

Derek escorts me to his room, that is actually a bit nicer.

"Should I even ask what was about to happen before I walked in," Derek says closing the door behind us, as I pick up the clothes he left for me on his bed.

"Nuh uh," I shake my head, making my way to the en-suite dimly lit restroom.

"Soph," Derek softly says catching my arm, "I get it okay. The whole teenage thing, I've been there. I just, need you to be careful."

"I will," I sincerely say, nodding my head understanding where he's coming from.

"I don't want to tell you how to live your life, because I'm the last person to judge. I just don't want you getting hurt," he genuinely says.

"Why are you so sure that I'm the one who's going to end up hurt?"

"Because I know you. I might not have been around for awhile, but I still know you Sophia," he says, "You love with your whole heart. You see the good in everybody, you want to believe that everyone is somewhat good. You're the little girl who believed in fairytales so deeply you would cry when someone told you they were fake,

"But you are also the little girl who believed everything. You want to see the good, and I get that maybe I'm a little cynical after all I've been through, but not everyone is good. Not everyone cares about you the way that you care about them. And I just don't want to see you taken advantage of because of that. Simply because someone takes your kindness as weakness."

"I'm not weak," I retort, trying not to cry at what Derek is saying.

"I'm not saying you're weak," he shakes his head, "Hell you're one of the strongest people I know, especially after all you've been dealt. I just want you to be careful about who you give your heart to."

"Can I get ready for bed now, I'm tired," I say looking away from him, trying to hide my watery eyes.

"Yeah, go ahead. I'm sorry."

"Uh-huh," I respond, closing the door behind me.

I'm not weak.

I am not weak.

"Yeah, then why are you crying?" my thoughts shoot back at me, as I glance in the mirror to see tears streaming down my face.

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