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So Close - S.S. XVIII

Summary: The universe has a funny way of putting the things you want right in front of you, but just out of reach. Stiles and Y/N have been best friends ever since Scott brought him home, but when Stiles realizes that he might want to be something other than best friends, she leaves to go to some fancy private school up North. Now that she’s back though … maybe he’s got a shot? A Teen Wolf AU in which the reader has always been so close to Stiles and yet so far.

Prologue - S2E1 Part 1 - S2E2 + S2E3 Part 2 - S2E4 + S2E5 + S2E6 Part 3 - S2E7 +S2E8 Part 4 - S2E9 + S2E10 Part 5 - S2E11 + S2E12 Part 6 Part 7 - S3AE1 Part 8 - S3AE2 + S3AE3 Part 9 - S3AE4 Part 10 - S3AE5 + S3AE6 Part 11 - S3AE7 + S3AE8 Part 12 - S3AE9 + S3AE10 + S3AE11 Part 13 - S3AE11 + S3AE12 Part 14 Part 15 - S3BE1 + S3BE2 Part 16 - S3BE3 + S3BE4 Part 17 - S3BE5 + S3BE6 Part 18 - S3BE7 + S3BE8 + S3BE9

Word-count: 4.2k+

A/N: anyone in the mood for angst? me too.

“Y/N.” You could barely make out the person’s voice. It was low. They were shaking you. “Y/N, are you okay?”

You blinked at the harsh light shining in your eyes, squinting to make out whoever was with you. It couldn’t be Stiles. You pushed off whoever it was, but that just made them tighten their grip when they found you again.

“Y/N, it’s me. It’s Scott. You’re okay.”

Your heart rate slowed and you started processing what was going on around you. “Scotty, my head hurts. And-” why did it hurt so much? “And something’s wrong with Stiles.”

“Yeah, yeah, we know,” he said. He tried to help you stand but you stumbled into him as he did. “How bad does it hurt?”

“I can find him,” you said, not answering his question. You moved to look around the room and when you turned back to Scott, he was looking at you with those big eyes of his. “What? I know I can find him.”

“No it’s not that,” he said quietly. “Your neck … it’s all bruised.” He moved to touch it and you pulled back. His hand fell to his side. “You need to stay here and- and I’ll get Mom to come take look at you.”

“No!” The word came out too loud and you winced again. “I just mean … Scott, she can’t know about this. If she knows how much danger I get in when I’m helping you, she … she won’t let me help anymore.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t,” he said gently.

You felt about ready to cry. It felt like there was a bullet rattling around in your skull and it took so much effort just to stand up, and now Scott was saying that he didn’t want you around anymore. It hurt. Your throat felt like it was closing up with all the emotions you felt.

“There’s one more thing-” He clenched his hand as he looked for something to say. “Stiles, or whatever’s inside him, cut one of the power lines. A lot of people are hurt. Including Isaac.”

“Isaac’s hurt and you didn’t start with that?” Your yell was scratchy and faded out towards the end. You started stomping past him to go find Isaac but your legs gave out almost as soon as you moved.

Scott caught you and lay you down on the bed. “Stay here, okay? I’m getting Mom.”

“Scotty, please,” you begged. You felt the tears pool in your eyes.

“Stay here.”

He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before running out to find your mom or anyone else that could give you a check-up.

Now that you were alone, you let the tears stream down your face. How could you have not seen it? Felt it? Just known that it wasn’t Stiles? You knew he was acting differently and you knew he was scared but you didn’t do a single thing about it. You turned to cry into the pillow and found that it still smelled like him. You cried harder.

---

They’d been keeping Isaac in almost the exact same room that they kept Stiles for two days now. Although the nurses all knew you as Melissa’s daughter, they still wouldn’t let you see him because you weren’t family. They wouldn’t let Cora in either, despite all her arguing.

So the two of you had curled up on the bench outside his room, waiting for someone to let you see him. You must have fallen asleep because you felt Scott’s hand on your shoulder, trying to wake you up as gently as he could.

“Have you been here all night?” he asked.

“I’ve been here since they cleared me,” you said between a yawn and some stretching. “She’s been here since he got his own room.”

Cora mustered up a smile that faded quickly before speaking, “They won’t let us see him because we’re not family. I tried to explain that he lives with us because he doesn’t have any family but …” She shook her head.

“Well, he’s got us,” Melissa said. It made you smile, despite your still aching head and broken heart. “And I’ve got a key card.”

Your mom let the three of you in and you sucked in a breath as Cora reached for your hand. He looked nearly dead, lying there hooked up to the machines. It scared you, and judging by the faces around you, you weren’t the only one.

Cora walked over and pushed some hair out of his face. She kissed his forehead.

“Shouldn’t he be healing by now?” you asked quietly.

“He almost died,” Cora said. Her voice was harsh but you know she didn’t mean it to be. “The other people that were in that water did die.”

Scott reached out for his burnt arm. “He’s in a lot of pain. I can take some … it won’t help him heal but-”

“Thank you,” Cora said, softening her voice.

He nodded at her before taking Isaac’s hand. You watched as the veins in his hand turned dark and the darkness crept up his arm. When you looked over at Cora, the black was snaking up her arm too. You felt useless.

Isaac took a deep breath in as the two of them pulled away sharply. Cora took out a tissue to wipe her nose; it was bleeding.

“We should get to school,” you said after a few seconds.

“I’m not leaving him,” Cora said. “He’s vulnerable when he’s alone.”

“Cora, I really think you should come to school with us,” you said. “If you push too hard now, you won’t be able to protect him when it matters. Right now, I think you just need a distraction.”

Cora didn’t say anything, but she let you walk her out of the room and take her to school.

---

As soon as the whistle blew, Cora took off way in front of you - apparently not as concerned about showcasing her superspeed as blowing off some steam. You couldn’t really blame her. But you picked up your pace when you heard her scream in the woods.

The only reason you stopped was to talk to Scott and Kira - and that was just to tell them that Cora was hurt - but when you saw Stiles running up with Coach, you had no idea what to do. You were so angry with him, or whatever was inside of him. Scott caught your arm to stop you from doing something you might regret.

“Stop! Stop! Everybody stop!” Stiles yelled. He had his hands out to keep everyone still. He bent down and picked up the end of a chain and kept pulling and pulling … until he picked up the other end.

“Congratulations, Stilinski. You found a length of chain,” Coach clapped slowly as he spoke. “Can somebody now please tell me what the hell is going on?”

You saw the movement before you registered what it was. You were going to jump in front but Scott pulled you back. You turned to yell at him and instead found Coach lying on the ground with an arrow in his chest.

You all rushed to help, but he was thrashing on the ground, trying to pull the arrow out and yelling for someone to take it out. Aiden was telling him to keep still but he refuses to listen.

“Alright, everyone stand back!” you yelled at the group of runners that were getting closer and closer. You stood up and started shooing them away.

To your surprise, Ethan was actually helping you. He gave you a smile over his shoulder and you walked closer to him.

“What the hell are you guys doing with Stiles?” you asked quietly.

“Nothing, I swear,” he said. He seemed frustrated about being accused again.

“No, you don’t get it,” you said. “Where did he come from? Are we sure it’s him?”

Ethan blinked at you for a second, seemingly shocked that you trusted him more than Stiles. “I don’t know. Scott trusts him.”

“Scott trusts everyone,” you huffed. You ran a hand through your hair. “Okay, look. Cora’s out there somewhere and she’s hurt.”

“I heard the howl,” he said.

“I need you to find her,” you told him. Again, he looked surprised. “You’re faster than me and you can smell her. Go.”

He ran off after a second and you told the crowd to start heading back to the main road, but to watch out for the ambulance. They didn’t seem too happy about it but they started moving.

You turned around again after the last of the stragglers started walking away. Scott looked drained. He must have taken some of Coach’s pain to get him to be quiet. You didn’t like the way Stiles was looking at him.

When you got back to the main road with everyone else, you started going through the Jeep with Aiden. As touching as Stiles’ reunion with his dad was, you weren’t in the mood to be a part of it.

“Scott, you should look at this.” Aiden held out the tube of wrapping paper you found to him.

“That’s the same wrapping paper we used for Coach’s birthday present,” he said, taking the tube in his hands.

“Yeah, and that was Barrow’s thing,” you said. “He made his bomb out of nails and bolts and wrapped it up like birthday presents. Then he blew up a school bus.”

“You guys are saying that Stiles is gonna blow up a school bus?”

“No,” Aiden argued. “We’re saying whatever put an arrow through Coach’s chest is gonna blow up a school bus.”

---

Ethan found Cora and pried one of the animal traps off her ankle. He met you in the parking lot and loaded her into her car. You thanked him and drove her to the animal clinic so Deaton could check on it. She insisted she was fine but she seemed tense when Deaton wasn’t there.

You worked off the memory of Deaton treating Isaac to clean Cora’s leg. You washed away all the dried blood and disinfected the wound before wrapping it up.

“Well, you were right about one thing,” she said. “It took my mind off Isaac.”

You gave a shallow laugh before pulling her into a hug. Cora could be a lot to handle at times, but you knew that she meant well. She was just scared to losses anymore of her family.

“I’m going to head back to the loft.” She pulled away slowly and tried to stand on her own. “You need a ride home?”

“I think I’m gonna stick around here for now,” you said. “I think this might be the only place in the county that I won’t run into Scott and Stiles today.”

“What happened between you two, anyway?” Cora asked, she didn’t mention it but you knew what she was looking for. After a few days, you had to admit that your bruises were looking pretty rough. “The last I heard was him getting an MRI and then Isaac was in the hospital.”

“He, uh-” you looked down. You pulled your sweater up to cover your neck. “He went for the MRI but he found me before it was done. That’s why I’ve got these bruises and a headache that won’t go away.”

“I’ll kill him,” Cora said without hesitation. It made you laugh, and that made her soften slightly.

“It wasn’t him. I- I still don’t know if it is,” you said. You shook your head and sighed before continuing, “Go home, killer. I’m fine here.”

Cora left and you had maybe half an hour of silence to spend with yourself before someone barreled through the back entrance. You picked up a scalpel and waited.

Not even a second later you heard someone yell, “Hey, Kira!” It was Stiles. “Kira, get inside!”

He closed the door and laughed for a second. He didn’t know you were there.

You tightened your grip on the scalpel and set your jaw. You threw it at Stiles’ back, aiming for the spot right between his shoulder blades, but he spun around and caught it before it made its mark.

“Uh, uh, uh,” he hummed. “What’s that saying? Fool me once, shame on me. Stab me twice …”

“Shame on you.” You made another move for something sharp, but he was too quick.

He’d picked up something off one of the shelves and was forcing whatever was inside down your throat. You gagged and tried to push him off, but you couldn’t control your muscles. Your body was going numb.

“Jackson really is the gift that keeps on giving,” he laughed, grip hard enough to make new bruises on your arms as he lay you down on the ground. “If only he was here now. That- well, that would be fun.”

You tried to bite him as he pulled apart some surgical tape to put over your mouth, but he hit you before you could. He dragged you to a corner and moved some of your hair out of your face when he was finished. He pressed another awfully rough kiss to the tape covering your mouth before running out to feign panic to your brother.

You watched him and Kira carry Scott inside - he had one of the oni’s katanas in his stomach - and tried to scream. They couldn’t hear you. Kira started pulling the blade out, but Stiles caught her wrist. He pulled it away and slammed her head into a table. You tried your best to do something before he could do anything to Scott, but it didn’t work.

His fingers danced around the handle of the katana. “You okay?” he asked.

“Please don’t.” Scott’s voice was so quiet, so tired. He was afraid. “Stop.”

“It’s okay,” Stiles smiled at him. Almost a real smile. Almost. Then he put his hand on Scott’s shoulder and grabbed the handle. He started twisting and Scott started groaning.

You screamed and Scott finally saw you but he was in far too much pain to do anything. He didn’t want to hurt the thing that looked like his best friend.

“Does it hurt?” he asked. “You should’ve done your reading, Scott.” Another twist. “See, a nogitsune feeds off of chaos, strife, and pain. This morning you took it from Isaac. Then from Coach. And then from a dying deputy. All that pain … you took it all. Now give it to me.”

The veins in Scott’s face and neck started turning black again, except this time the darkness snaked up Stiles’ fingers, through his wrist and arm, and to his heart. Or what was left of it.

“Oh, you’ve really gotta learn, Scott,” he said. “You’ve gotta learn never to trust a fox. You know, because they’re tricksters. They’ll fool you. They’ll fool everyone.” His head tilted slightly in your direction. “Well, maybe not everyone. But everyone that matters.”

“Is that so?”

You’d been so caught up in watching Stiles that you didn’t see Deaton come in. He injected something into Stiles’ neck and he started gasping for air, struggling to stay up. He collapsed in front of you and you screamed again.

“What was that?” Scott asked. Deaton pulled the katana out when Stiles fell. “Was that a cure? Is he okay?”

“The fox is poisoned, but it’s not dead,” Deaton said. He came over to take the tape off your mouth. “Not yet.”

---

“My father said all of the Katashi evidence is being moved to a federal lockup by armored car tonight,” Allison said as she opened the door. “Probably within the next few hours.”

You walked in after Scott but before the twins. You’d been picking at your nails again, almost always fiddling with something since Stiles institutionalized himself after Deaton poisoned him.

“We’re going to rob an armored car?” Aiden asked.

“Well,” Lydia drew out her answer. “We’re gonna try.”

You followed the two of them into Chris’ study and you all found a place to sit before talking about the plan. The scroll with instructions about how to destroy the nogitsune inside of Stiles was in Katashi’s silver finger, so the twins were supposed to distract the car so the others could break in and steal the finger without anyone noticing.

“This is a really bad plan,” Scott said.

“It’s not that bad,” Lydia said.

“It’s not that good,” Aiden disagreed.

“None of us knows the route they’re going to take,” Lydia continued, ignoring him. “If Allison can get one of her dad’s GPS trackers on the armored car, then we can follow it.”

“So when it gets here-”

“We attack them?” Ethan asked.

“No,” Lydia said. “Your bikes will be in the middle of the road, looking like you guys got into an accident. And when the driver gets out to help-”

“Then we attack them?” Aiden asked.

“No!” everyone snapped.

“I still don’t think they should do it by themselves,” you said, pushing yourself off the couch and ignoring the looks Ethan and Aiden were giving you. “They can’t act and they’ll attack anything that moves.”

“Fine,” Lydia said. “You three distract them, and Scott will break open the back door.”

“I hope,” Scott added.

“And you will get Katashi’s finger,” Lydia finished.

“It’s not like his actual finger, is it?” Aiden asked, scrunching up his face.

“Oh, my god,” you mumbled. “I’ve done a lot of things, but I’ve never been arrested before. You two better not get me arrested.”

“Why aren’t we just going to Stilinski for help?” Aiden asked, ignoring you.

“Because if he gets caught, then it’s the Sheriff tampering with federal evidence,” Scott answered.

“Guys, this is going to work,” Allison said before anyone could doubt the plan again. “We can do this. We’re losing Stiles. My dad’s in jail for murder. We need to do this.”

---

“Okay, I’m just gonna say it. They should’ve been here by now,” Aiden said, pushing himself off his bike.

“Yeah, I’m getting worried too,” you said as you checked your phone. “Scott should have texted by now.”

“Okay, so we’re agreed? We’re going against the plan and finding them?” Ethan asked.

“I-” you bit your lip. “Yeah. Let’s circle back.”

You climbed on the back of Ethan’s bike and held on tight. He didn’t drive nearly as carefully as Scott did, and you already hated being on these things with him. The twins cut corners and took shortcuts to get back to the station, and you felt about ready to throw up when they stopped.

“You guys go ahead,” you said. “You’re faster than me and they need help.”

Ethan nodded and the two of them disappeared around the corner. You caught your breath and got your throwing knives out of your bag before making your way to where they kept the armored cars.

When you got there, the twins were beating the crap out of Kincaid. You raced down the steps to find Scott. You helped him up while he yelled at the twins to stop. Kincaid rolled to a stop at your feet and you stepped over him to get between them.

“You want him to come after us?” Ethan asked.

“Scott,” Aiden started, “We’ve seen guys like this. Trust us. He’s dangerous.”

“So are we,” Scott said. Kincaid was getting up, wiping the blood off his face. “And he looks smart enough to remember that.” He reached out and took the silver finger from Kincaid’s jacket. He smiled when the scroll fell out. “We’re here to save a life. Not end one.”

The twins exchanged a look before taking a step back. Kincaid pushed past them to walk away. He didn’t say anything as he left, but he did look back over his shoulder at Scott. And Scott didn’t look away.

---

You’d been going out of your mind the past few days. You got the scroll back, but it was barely helpful. ‘Change the body of the host,’ how were you supposed to do that? Stiles never wanted to be a werewolf. Isaac was still in the hospital. Cora was putting up walls again without him or Derek around. Scott was always off somewhere with Kira, not really telling you the full story about anything.

So you were doing chores. You finished all your homework, scrubbed every available surface in the house, and did laundry. That’s why you were heading to the Stilinski’s house, you told yourself, to return the lacrosse jersey that Stiles lent you months ago. Definitely not to find an excuse to be in Stiles’ room.

You used your spare key to get in, but you heard voices upstairs. You made your way to Stiles’ room, holding onto the dagger you hid up your sleeve. When you got there, you saw Allison, Chris, Noah, and Derek huddled around Stiles’ chessboard. It still had the sticky tabs from when he tried to explain the supernatural to Noah on it.

“What are you guys doing?” you asked, disengaging the dagger.

They turned to look at you, but Derek was the only one that wasn’t surprised by your entrance. “Looking at a message that the nogitsune left,” he answered.

“That Stiles may have left,” Allison corrected. “What are you doing?”

“Returning a jersey. Let me see that,” you said, making your way over to the board. “Why is Derek the king?”

“We were just discussing that,” Noah sighed. “He’s one move away from being in checkmate.”

“Then that’s not a message from Stiles,” you said, folding your arms over your chest. Stiles didn’t leave messages like that. “That’s a threat.”

“He’s at the loft. That’s what he’s trying to tell us,” Allison said.

“And he wants us to go there,” Chris said.

“Night’s falling,” Derek said.

“This couldn’t sound more like a trap,” Chris said, his tone was hard like he’d been arguing for hours already.

“I don’t think it is,” Noah argued.

“I think your opinion might be slightly biased, Sheriff,” Chris said.

“Look-” you put your hands up. “If this is a message, he’s telling us to protect Derek. If it’s a threat, then it’s about killing Derek. Regardless, it’s happening at the loft once the sun sets. We shouldn’t be there when it does.”

“Just hear me out,” Noah begged. You nodded. “What we’re dealing with here is basically someone who lacks motive. No rhyme, no reason, right?”

“Meaning what?”

“Our enemy’s not a killer,” Noah said. “It’s a trickster. The killing is just a by-product.”

“If you’re trying to say it won’t kill us, I’m not feeling too confident about that,” Derek said.

“It won’t. It wants irony,” Noah explained. “It wants to play a trick. It wants a joke. All we need to do is come up with a new punchline.”

“Stilinski, look at her neck,” Derek said. You’d taken the brunt of the physical damage that the nogitsune had caused the pack because your wounds didn’t heal like theirs, even if they were starting to fade. “Does that look like a joke to you? The bomb set off in your office, is that another one? This thing might be trickster but it’s not just playing some game anymore.”

When Noah didn’t respond, all eyes were still on you. You hated it. You were thankful when Chris finally broke the silence. “The sun is setting, Sheriff,” he said. “What did you have in mind?”

---

You heard the handcuffs clink in Noah’s hands and the sound of a defensive and scared Stiles. It was convincing, and it made your heart ache. Until you heard the metal snap and the cuffs fall to the ground.

You walked in with Derek, Chris, and Allison, and watched as Allison aimed her stun gun at his chest and pulled the trigger. Stiles caught it and started pulling on the wire, ripping it out of her hands and sending it flying to the ground.

Next was Derek’s attack, full of his werewolf glory. Stiles grabbed his arm and slammed him into the table before sending him flying into a wall. You winced.

In the silence that followed, the click of Chris’ gun was deafening. Stiles turned to him, seeming amused, and Noah started talking Chris down. You didn’t know what to do. The situation got worse when Noah pulled out his gun and pointed it at Chris. Stiles tilted his head.

“You’re not gonna shoot my son,” Noah said.

“You said it yourself, Sheriff: that’s not your son,” Chris said.

“Dad, he’s going to shoot me,” Stiles said. He had tears in his eyes. “He’s going to kill me, Dad.”

Chris didn’t lower his gun. Noah was yelling at him to put it down. And Stiles was yelling at Chris to shoot him.

“Enough!” you yelled. As much as you didn’t want to get close to the thing that looked like your childhood crush, you stepped into the middle to separate him from the others. “Noah, this isn’t Stiles. But, Chris, I swear to god if you shoot him, I will end you.”

“Ah, see?” Stiles asked, leaning forward to get your attention. “We knew you’d come around.”

“And, you-” you turned to glare at him, pointing a very sharp knife at him. “Shut. Up.”

“Can’t you see this is exactly what he wants?” Allison asked. She was still looking at you.

“Not exactly,” Stiles said. “I was kinda hoping Scott would be here. But I’m glad you all have your weapons out … because you’re not here to kill me; you’re here to protect me.”

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