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Believe It or Not. Part 25/?.

(Based off episode 3x01 “Tattoo”)

While the rest of the teenagers at Beacon Hills High spent their Summer trying to fill it with memorable moments, there were 5 individuals who spent it trying to forget. They tried to forget the death, fear, and heartbreak that they had to experience all throughout last year, feeling like they would never actually escape it.

For the McCall twins, it was especially difficult. Scott tried to deal with losing Allison, everything seemed to be a constant reminder of her. Although he left things convinced they would end up together, every day that passed without contacting her seemed to cause him to lose a little more of that hope he had.

For Y/n, she left Beacon Hills all together. She couldn’t find it in herself to stay in that town for an entire Summer. Along with all the supernatural battles, she had to grieve the loss of the life she once knew, and needed time to process everything she now knew about where she came from. And she needed to do that alone. So after what felt like days of convincing Melissa that she needed to do this for herself, she had booked a flight to Denver, Colorado. Where she would be able to stay with some extended family for awhile as she went on her journey to try and understand how she could get back to herself, and who she wanted to be, and what she wanted to do with all the truth she was now carrying on her shoulders instead of the weight from the unknown that she didn’t understand existed.

However, as the end of the Summer neared, she was ready to get home to all her friends. And one person in particular.

---

(a day since she’s been home)

“It’s not a triple date. It is a group thing.” Lydia assured both Allison and Y/n as they drove towards their intended destination.

“Do they know it’s a group thing? ‘Cause I told you that I’m not ready to get back out there.” Allison stated, her voice laced with a playful suspicion.

“You were in France and didn’t do any dating for four months?” Y/n questioned from the backseat of Lydia’s car, leaning all the way forward so Allison could see the joking judgement on her features.

“Oh come on, neither did Lydia, not after-”

“Do not say his name!” The strawberry blonde interrupted the girl’s banter.

“Is he okay, I mean, did everything work out?” Allison changed the conversation to Lydia’s recent goodbye.

“Well, the doctors looked like total idiots when he turned up alive, but everyone got over it. And yes, Derek taught him the werewolf 101, like how to not randomly kill people during a full moon.”

Y/n slightly tuned out at the mention of Derek’s name. She had finally come to accept it, but it was still a rough topic. She hadn’t faced him since the night at the lacrosse game when they finally defeated Jackson’s other self. She knew she would have to see him again at some point, but she didn’t know what would happen or how she would feel when she did.

---

“Nah, we agreed to give each other the summer… no texts, no calls.” Scott explained to Stiles on the topic of Allison.

“So then how do you know she won’t be at school then?” They boy who changed his hair, but not his spastic nature, questioned.

“After everything that happened, I’m not sure she’s coming back at all.” Scott finished in a sad whisper, glancing down as he fiddled with his own fingers.

“Yeah,” Stiles sighed, “I know what  you mean, I told Y/n I’d give her all the space she needed too, ya know. So that she could figure everything out without any distractions. But I don’t know, when she comes back, where we stand together.”

Scott furrowed his eyebrows and glanced up at his best friend, “Didn’t she tell you she loved you?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Didn’t you tell her you love her back?” Scott smiled as he watched Stiles squirm in his seat at the questions.

“Yes, Scott, yes I know all that happened. Okay, thank you.” Stiles ranted, his frustration evident.

“Well, when you dropped her off at the airport, did you kiss her?”

All of the embarrassment spread through Stiles’ face at the remembrance of what happened that day, “I wanted to, but, I don’t know I panicked and then I think I practically shoved her out of the car.”

Scott laughed nervously and placed his fingers on the bridge of his nose to express the second-hand embarrassment he was experiencing which only made Stiles more frustrated, “Look, dude, just ask her when she comes home, okay? I’m sure everything’s going to be just fine with you guys.”

Keeping his eyes on the dark road in front of him he smiled at Scott’s effort, “Yeah well, a lot can happen in 4 months.” He braked as he approached the red light next to the only other car on the road, which happened to look slightly familiar. As he pulled up, he glanced over only to see Allison and Lydia sitting in the front seat of Lydia’s car, laughing about something.

“Hey Scott,” Stiles attempted to gain the attention of his oblivious friend, “I think Allison’s coming back. I’d say it’s pretty definite, you know. Like a hundred percent.”

Scott looked up at Stiles confused, seeing the expression on Stiles’ face caused him to turn and look out his window. Finally understanding why Stiles also sounded so surprised. He just stared at her, he couldn’t stop. Until some movement from the back caught his attention, and he saw his sister… who wasn’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.

Scott looked back and smiled knowingly at Stiles, who now just looked even more confused.

“What? Why- why are you looking at me like that dude-”

“Just look in the backseat.” Scott sighed impatiently at Stiles’ obliviousness. Stiles whipped his neck back to look at whatever Scott was all of the sudden all excited about, when his eyes fell on Y/n, throwing her head back laughing at whatever had previously been said, he swore he felt his heart actually stop. Or maybe it was beating so fast that he couldn’t even keep up with it.

---

“Oh, my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I can’t see him, not now.” Allison suddenly sunk as far down into the seat as the care let her.

“What?” Y/n and Lydia, extremely confused, both looked out their windows to see Scott, who looked extremely uncomfortable; and Stiles, waving like a complete idiot. Which Y/n couldn’t help but smile and laugh at.

“Lydia go! Just go!” Allison begged, placing her hands on her forehead in complete frustration.

“But the light.” Lydia countered

“Oh no…” Y/n whispered, but Allison and Lydia both heard her. Turning their heads to see Stiles rolling down the window.

“Yep. Yeah, okay.” And with one quick motion Lydia’s foot hit the gas and they were through the light and leaving them behind.

Allison watched unwaveringly in the rearview mirror as the light turned green and the familiar blue jeep began to drive in the same direction as them.

“Lydia, stop. We need to go back and talk to them.” Allison looked at her strawberry blonde friend, who obeyed and stopped her car in the middle of the road.

“I mean I know why I want to talk to them but, are you sure?” Y/n asked Allison from the backseat, but Allison just ignored her and switched from looking at the boys in the mirror to turning around and looking through the back window.

“They stopped too. Why did they stop.” Allison furrowed her eyebrows, now all three girls were turned around and staring into the headlights of the jeep.

“It’s Stiles and Scott. Do you really wanna try applying logic to those two.” Lydia laughed.

“Maybe we should go back.” Y/n suggested, and immediately after she said it. They were hit with a bigger shock than running into Scott and Stiles. The sound shattering glass was almost as terrifying as the feeling of it hitting their arms as they blocked their faces. Y/n was hesitant to open her eyes once she couldn’t feel the multiple shards hitting her anymore, only met face to face with the head of a dear stuck right through the windshield.

Y/n carefully maneuvered her hands on the seat to avoid all the shards of glass as she stumbled around for the door handle, feeling the texture of cold metal she gripped it object and pulled, letting her body fall from the car and onto the pavement. She became even more unsettled at the immediate and unexpected feeling of two hands pulling her shaking body up from her position on the ground.

Her vision didn’t clear up until the two hands had placed themselves on either of her shoulders, holding her wavering body in place as if she were going to collapse at any moment.

“Are you hurt?” At the sound of his voice, all her surroundings finally stopped spinning and she remembered where she was and what had happened. Her body stopped shaking as her eyes met his, which were intensely staring at her and anxious for an answer.

“Yeah-yeah I’m, I’m okay. I’m not hurt.” His grasp on her shoulders became less tense and he let out a breath that he had obviously been holding in from the overwhelming concern. She hadn’t seen these eyes in so long, or been able to look into them. He made it good to be home again. But the longer she stared at him the more aware she became of the slight difference in his appearance. She couldn’t quite place her finger on it due to still processing recent events but then she smiled, moving her hand up to brush her fingers through his now long, dark hair.

“Your hair…” she whispered a smile creeping its way onto her face and illuminating all her features, “I like it.” She finished, stating simply.

“Well, I’m not okay!” Lydia Martin’s squeal caused Stiles to drop his hands from Y/n’s shoulders so they could all turn to face her. “I am totally freaking out. How the hell does it just run into us? I saw its eyes right before it hit us. It was like… it was like it was crazy.”

It was silent as Scott examined the now still body of the wild animal.

“No, it was scared… actually, terrified.”

---

“No, seriously it’s okay, you guys just go and I’ll go with them. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/n reassured Allison and Lydia to go with Chris who Allison had called to come pick them up shortly after the accident.

“Okay, just, let me know when you get home.” Allison pulled her into a quick hug before hopping in the passenger seat of her dad’s car. Y/n didn’t miss the longing look her friend gave her brother before the car drove off though.

A hand suddenly made contact with her shoulder making her jump and turn around quickly, she gasped for air before she saw it was just Scott.

“Wow, hey, I was just asking if you’re ready.” He chuckled at her jumpy state.

She smiled, relaxing and allowing herself to laugh at the situation. Y/n then pulled Scott into a hug, “I haven’t really said hello to you yet.”

“Yeah I know,” he joked with her, “you’re home a few days early too.” the siblings then pulled away from each other.

“It was time to come home.” She admitted proudly.

“Alright, I’m kind of terrified that another wild ass creature is gonna come wreck my car, so, can we go please?” Stiles interrupted their reunion. Y/n just rolled her eyes and turned on her heal, deciding to sprint towards the jeep.

“I call shotgun!” She yelled back at Scott as she hopped into the vehicle that was obviously holding on the dear life.

---

The drive back to their house was silent, other than the soft muffles of music on the radio. It wasn’t awkward or tense, just unfamiliar. No one knew what to say because there wasn’t really anything that needed to be said. Y/n looked over, at one point, to examine Stiles as he drove. Noticing how tight his right hand was gripping the shift, as his right fingers anxiously tapped against the steering wheel as he stared straight ahead. She knew he was nervous, she knew that her presence caught him off guard because it was such a surprise. And he didn’t do well with surprises, it stemmed from his need to be right all the time.

But she allowed herself to smile at him, at the way the ends of his hair now perfectly stuck up and the effect that she had on him. She loved him while she was gone, but being near him again was just an intense reminder of that love.

Y/n reached over and grabbed his hands, intertwining their fingers until there was no room for air to pass through. He looked over at her, seeming shocked. But as soon as he saw the smile on her face, he couldn’t help but mirror that same smile.

She was home, and he didn’t mean Beacon Hills.

---

When the jeep pulled up outside the McCall house, no one immediately got out and the three of them just kind of lingered in the awkward silence. Until Scott understood why there actually was awkward silence as he caught the side-eyes glances between Stiles and his sister.

“Oh- uh, I mean. Thanks Stiles,” Scott sighed slapping his friends shoulder, “I’ll see you at school.”

Y/n watched Scott walk all the way throw the front door, when it shut she knew that one of them was actually going to have to say something.

“So-”

“I-”

They both began talking at the same time, both sharing the same desperation to break the silence.

“You go-”

“You can-”

They both tried again, meeting the same fate as the last attempt. Allowing themselves to laugh about it, Y/n motioned towards Stiles that he could talk first. He took a deep breath to prepare himself, after everything they had been through this last year he didn’t understand how she could still make him so nervous in such simple moments.

“Uh yeah okay- so, did you get out of your trip everything you wanted to? You know, come to any realizations or revelations, uh- do you feel better?”

She noticed the weird and unfamiliar tone as he asked his question, also taking now to the fact that he didn’t meet her eye once during his entire slur. He didn’t want to ask her the question he was really dying to know the answer to. ‘Do you still love me?’ He was afraid that after being gone for four months she would figure out that she made a mistake, and that she didn’t want to be with him. But she just got home, this wasn’t about him right now.

“Honestly I would say ‘feeling better’ is a bit of a jump, but I understand a lot more now. I really got some time to rediscover myself because who I was I had lost that, that innocence. You know, I got to realize that I’m still who I was before, I just have a lot more to learn about how I got to where I am. And I haven’t quite figured that part out yet, I just needed to not be in Beacon Hills. Because I was angry and disappointed, so I needed to clear my mind.” She smiled as she explained herself, and felt even more at peace when she looked up to Stiles and just saw him smiling at her.

“I’m really happy for you.” He hummed as he stroked small circles on her skin with his thumb, remembering all the insecurities he was feeling just a few minutes ago however, he pulled away. Clearing his throat and squirming in his seat, confusing Y/n greatly.

“What’s wrong?” She asked as he fidgeted, wishing he wouldn’t always try to avoid his problems like he’s so known to do.

“Well I uhm- I guess I just also wanted to know, did you come to any- realizations about us?” He literally hadn’t sat still the entire time he was trying to spit the words out, and she tried not to giggle because of how adorable he was. Feeling a little evil, she decided to mess with him.

“Yeah, yeah you could say that I did?”

His head shot up directly towards her, looking at her for the first time since they’ve been talking and eyes wider than she’d ever seen them.

“You did?”

She shrugged, “Yeah I did,” she tried not to smile and expose that she was messing with him, “you know a lot’s changed, so it’s time for some things to change here too.” she nodded.

He shifted violently in his seat until every part of his body was facing her, “what does that mean?” He asked nervously rubbing his hand over his head.

“Do you remember when I told you I loved you?” She played with him some more.

“Yes, obviously…” He said rolling his eyes slightly.

“Well, I was thinking what I want to change is...” she paused to look at him and notice the desperation on his face wishing she would hurry up and say what she wanted to say, “ that I want to be able to tell you that everyday.”

Stiles shut his eyes letting out an enormous sigh of relief.

“Is that okay with you?” Y/n asked again.

“More than okay.” He hummed as he swiftly rushed over to her, cupping her face and pulling her closer until her lips met his. Filling the hole in his world that had been there for three and a half months.

Y/n smiled into the kiss, remembering every kiss they had had before this one, and realizing that this was going to become much more normal. When they pulled away her heart fluttered to see he was wearing the same smile. He moved a piece of her hair that had fallen in front of her face slowly back behind her ear, not letting his eyes leave hers the entire time.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” She smiled as she bit her lip to stop smiling, knowing her jaw would be hurting tomorrow. As she exited the jeep and shut the door he watched her walk towards her house, then he reached over and quickly rolling down the window.

“Hey Y/n,” he called out to her causing her to turn on her heel, “I love you.” He finished.

She smiled a smile he swore he would never get tired of seeing, and then he drove away. Knowing full well he wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight, his mind wouldn’t let him.

---

As Y/n got all the way up the stairs and into her room, she made sure she shut and locked it. Backing away as far from it as she could get she pulled out her phone and dialed the number she knew she had to.

Going straight to voicemail she took a deep breath before leaving her message, “Hey, Deaton, It’s Y/n McCall and I’m back in town, I was wondering if I could stop by the clinic tomorrow?”

---

“Freshmen. Tons and tons, of fresh men.” Lydia said standing against the lockers, dramatically swirling her finger in the air as people continued to rush through the halls.

“You mean fresh boys. Lydia, they’re 14.” Allison countered back, glancing at Y/n. The two rolled their eyes together before Lydia continued.

“Eh, some are more mature than others.”

“You know, it’s okay to be single. Focus on yourself for a little while, work on becoming a better person.” This time it was Y/n and Lydia’s turn to share silent glances as they stood on either side of Allison. Lydia took the reign on this conversation.

“Allison, I love you. So if you need to do that thing where we talk about me and pretend like we’re not actually talking about you, it’s totally fine. But I don’t want a boyfriend. I want a distraction.” Y/n placed her hand comfortingly on Allison’s shoulder as Lydia changed to topic back to herself, unsurprisingly.

Noticing that Lydia’s head hadn’t moved an inch in the last ten seconds both Allison and Y/n focused their attention on whatever hers was. Finally catching sight of two boys walking in their direction at the end of the hallway.

“Brothers?” Y/n suggested after a few seconds.

“Twins.” Lydia hummed in a rather satisfactory response.

---

The three girls made their way to first period English, there was supposedly going to be a new English teacher. When they walked through the doors, there was no teacher to be seen yet but Y/n made her way to an empty seat next to Stiles, Lydia occupying the seat next to her. There was one more that was intended for Allison but some other kid managed to get to the seat before she did. Knowing, and tension filled glances were exchanged between Lydia, Y/n, and Stiles once everyone realized that literally the only seat left in the class was one directly behind Scott.

“Is someone… “ Allison attempted to ask Scott before he interrupted her.

“No, no, no, no. No, it’s all yours. Uh, it’s totally vacant.” He babbled nervously, embarrassing himself. Which made Stiles place his hand over his mouth as a failed attempt to stifle his outburst of laughter at the situation. Scott turned around to face him, Stiles giving him a wink and a thumbs up. When Scott turned back around, Stiles returned to his laughing fit until he was rather aggressively hit on his upper arm.

“Ow.” He complained, turning to the source of the hitting which was Y/n, just glaring at him. Before he could argue with her, or you know ask, ‘why the hell did you do that?’ He was conveniently interrupted by his phone buzzing, and coincidently, everyone else’s phones also began buzzing and or dinging. All the teenagers looking around at each other, confused, pulled their devices out to see what they had all received. Out loud, Stiles began reading a message from an unfamiliar number.

“The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway, leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under-”

“‘An overcast sky,” Stiles was interrupted by a woman with softly curled brunette hair entering the room, “ seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.’ This is the last line to the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone.”

Highly impressed with who was obviously their new English teacher, Y/n shut off her phone and put it away.

---

After Scott being called out of class for some reason unknown to the rest of the group, they continued their assigned school work. Y/n however, unable to force herself to focus, let her eyes and mind wander around the classroom. She wondered if Derek called Scott out of class, he shouldn’t be able to do that but she wouldn’t be surprised if he found a way. She also hoped Isaac was okay, she hadn’t spoken to him since the night that everything went down. But she knew he was in the hospital and she still cared deeply for him, he was still her friend, and she hoped he was okay.

Getting some focus back, her eyes found themselves on a bandage wrapped around Lydia’s ankle, and she didn’t remember her having that done after the accident. Looking up and making sure their teacher was preoccupied, she leaned over and slightly hit Stiles with her hand. Startled, he managed to knock his book off the desk, causing Jeniffer to look up to see what happened. He gave her an apologetic smile and wave, waiting for her to turn back around before glaring at Y/n to see what she needed. Ignoring his cold glare, she just silented pointed down to Lydia’s bandage. Seemingly just as confused as Y/n, he leaned over until he was practically on top of Y/n’s desk.

“Hey, Lydia,” he called making the strawberry blonde glance away from her textbook, “What is that?”

“Is that from the accident?” Y/n added.

“No,” She simply replied, “Prada bit me.”

“Your dog?” Stiles attempted to whisper.

“No, my designer handbag,” Lydia snapped, earning an annoyed look from both Y/n and Stiles until she sighed, “yes, my dog.”

“Has it ever bitten you before?” Stiles continued to push for more information.

“Mm-mm.” Lydia shook her head.

“Okay,” Stiles shifted in his seat to more effectively face both of them, “What if it’s, like, the same thing as the deer? You know, like, how animals start acting weird right before an earthquake or something?”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, thinking more about Stiles suggestion. He was right, a lot of this was weird and unusual.

“Meaning what? There’s gonna be an earthquake?” Lydia replied implying that he was being overdramatic.

“Or something,” he rolled his eyes, “I just… maybe it means something’s coming. Something bad.”

Lydia scoffed, but Y/n decided to piggyback off his thinking, “No maybe he’s right,” she whispered surprising both Lydia and Stiles, “Think about it. Accidents involving deer are pretty common in california, but how are they always hit? Crossing the road right? Lydia, this one ran straight down the road at us, and we were stopped.” Y/n watched Lydia’s reaction hoping she could change her mind. But the girl just rolled her eyes once more.

“It was a dear and a dog. What’s that thing you say about threes? Once, twice…”

Before Lydia could even finish, all of them were caught off guard when an intense banging started interrupting the entire class. Whipping their heads around, Y/n saw bird after bird start hitting the glass windows that lined the side of the room. All she could do was mindlessly stare at the behavior of the continuous birds. But then it started happening faster and faster. Then it was more than one bird at once, getting louder and louder. She hadn’t even processed that the swarm of birds had managed to break through the glass into the classroom until she felt someone forcing her under her desk with their arms wrapped around her head and someone kept yelling “get down” all around them.

She hadn’t realized, either, that he eyes were shut until through all the chaos she could still make out the sound of someone’s voice whispering in her ear. “Y/n.” They kept repeating. She opened her eyes to see that the person who had pulled her away and wrapped their arms around her head was Stiles, protecting her from the multitude of crows still rapidly flying around.

“Where’s Lydia,” she tried her best to scream loud enough for Stiles to hopefully hear her, “Is Lydia okay?”

---

After the police had come and cleared out the room, all you could look around and see was body after body of dead crow surrounding the entirety of the classroom floor. Still feeling shaken up, Y/n decided the best action was to leave the room so she didn’t have to think about it anymore. When she walked outside into the hallways, she saw Lydia and Allison standing with Chris, and to the other side of her she saw Stiles standing up against his locker one his phone. She decided to walk up to him.

“We got a serious problem at school. Ms. Blake’s class..” She assumed Stiles was on the phone with Scott after walking off and hearing him immediately get cut off in the middle of his explanation.

“Hey, can you tell me about it later?” Scott had said on the phone.

“Well, no, pretty sure this qualifies for immediate discussion.” Stiles aggressive tone caused the veins to pop out on his neck in annoyance.

“Okay then meet me at Derek’s.” Scott suggested.

Stiles taken aback finally looked at Y/n for the first time since she had appeared next to him, “Derek’s house? What the hell are you doing…”

“Just meet us here okay?” Scott interrupted one last time before hanging up on Stiles.

That was the first time Y/n had heard Derek’s name since she was gone. She knew she was probably going to have to see him soon at some point, she knew that. She just didn’t think it would be the second day she was home.

“You don’t have to go.” Stiles told her as he put his phone back in his pocket.

She just sighed looking at him, “yeah, yeah I do.”

---

“So what exactly are we doing here?” Stiles didn’t hesitate to ask as he barged through the front door. Y/n walked in behind him, not as dramatically fast. She stood at the entrance of the door frame as she looked inside the place that she had been few times before. She saw Scott sitting in a chair, shirt of and arm propped up in an odd position. And then she saw Derek, and he saw her.

“I didn’t know you were back yet.” He directed at Y/n, ignoring Stiles.

“Yeah, well, you know. Student first, confused orphan second right?” She shrugged as she walked further inside to meet Stiles.

“He’s repaying a favor.” Scott finally answered Stiles’ question, breaking the extremely awkward tension that had just been created.

Derek took a deep breath, sitting down next to Scott to continue the process they already began.

“Yeah, I see it. It’s two bands right? What does it mean?” Derek asked.

“I don’t know,” Scott shrugged, “It’s just something I traced with my fingers.”

“Why is this so important to you?” Derek sat back and crossed his arms, “Do you know what the word ‘tattoo’ means?”

“To mark something.” Stiles blurted, causing Y/n to just kinda pat his arm as if to say ‘he probably wasn’t talking to you.’

“Well, that’s in Tahitian. In samoan, it means “open wound.” I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned 18. I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now, to make it kind of a reward.” Scott answered.

“For what?”

“For not calling or texting Allison all summer. Even when I really wanted to, even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to give her the space she wants. Goin’ four months later, it still hurts. It still feels like a-”

“Like an open wound.” Y/n finished for him. Scott looked up at his sister and returned the sad smile that already occupied her face, “yeah.” he whispered to quietly all of them almost missed it.

“The pains going to be worse than anything you’ve ever felt.” Derek warned Scott.

“Ah, that’s great.” Stiles squirmed.

“Do it.” Scott had no trace of fear in his eyes at his request.

Immediately, Derek ignited a blow torch as his revealed tool.

“Oh, wow. That’s a… that’s a lot for me. So I’m gonna take that as my cue. I’m just gonna wait outside.” Stiles tried to walk away but Y/n’s arm and Derek’s words grabbed him before he could even make one step.

“Nope. You two are going to help hold him down.”

“Oh my god.” Stiles complained, as Y/n’s hand stayed wrapped around his arm to drag him over to where Scott was sitting.

“Hold him.” Derek demanded.

Stiles grasped his shoulders while Y/n decided she would take his legs, and they held.

---

“Well it looks pretty damn permanent now.” Stiles sighed, finally recovering from all the nausea of watching the whole thing go down.

“Yeah. I kind of needed something permanent. Everything that’s happened to us… everything just changed so fast. Everything’s so uh… Ephemeral.”

Y/n chuckled and placed her arm around Scott’s shoulders.

“Studying for the psats?” She joked. “Yep.” He popped the ‘p’ at the end.

“Nice.” She laughed, taking possession of her arm back as the reached the door preparing to leave, and then Scott stopped. Making them all stop.

“You painted the door,” he stated looking back at Derek, “why’d you paint the door?”

“Go home, Scott.” Derek demanded, ignoring the original question.

Scott returning the action and ignoring Derek, asked another question, “And why only one side?”

“Scott.” Derek snapped, taking one step towards the beta.

“The birds at school and the deer last night.. Just like the night I got trampled by the deer when I got bit by the Alpha. How many are there?”

“How many are there of what?” Y/n chimed in, her and Stiles extremely confused during this conversation because Scott and Derek obviously know something that they don’t.

“A pack of ‘em. An Alpha pack.” Derek answered Scott, and somewhat Y/n.

“All of them? How does that even work?” Stiles crossed his arms.

Derek sighed realizing they weren’t leaving now, “I hear there’s some kind of a leader. He’s called Deucalion. We know they have Boyd and Erica. Peter, Isaac and I have been looking for him for the last four months.”

“Let’s say you find them,” Scott argued, “How do you deal with an Alpha pack?”

Derek shrugged, “With all the help I can get.”

---

Driving home from finding out there was an entire freaking pack of Alphas in Beacon Hills, saying Y/n was angry would be an understatement. She was supposed to be able to be a normal teenager now. She was going to come back and mend things with Melissa, when she was ready to talk to him she was going to learn about her birth mom, she was going to be able to be a normal girlfriend who got to cheer for her boyfriend at lacrosse games. But, it looks like there was one more fight left to worry about, and she wasn’t going to run away from it.

Telling Scott she was going to cheer practice and then would meet him at home, she felt bad about that lie as she parked her car outside of the animal clinic. The illuminated sign said closed, but she knew Deaton would be expecting her.

She opened the door that had been left unlocked for her and called out, “Deaton?” with a hesitant voice, seeming she would never lose her fear of the dark and unknown after last year.

“In the back!” He called back to her, letting her breathe the air that she didn’t even realize she was holding in.

She made her way to the back room that he always seemed to be in, this time organizing needles and various shots of different medications.

“So,” he broke the silence, “did you come to learn how to use your abilities, or how to quiet them.”

To be honest the question caught her off guard, she hadn’t even answered it herself or really thought about it. Of course it was always in the back of her head that she was a druid after she had learned that to be true, but shockingly dealing with being adopted was a little bit more to handle than being ‘one with nature’ and having the ability to manipulate.

Her mouth running faster than her mind, she answered him, “Use them.”

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Believe It or Not. Part 21/?

(Based off episode 2x09, “Party Guessed”)

It was Saturday, which is why Y/n was very confused to find herself still waking up from a buzzing going off on her phone, it was a reminder.

‘Lydia’s Birthday A.K.A The Biggest Party of the Year! Don’t miss it!’

Y/n certainly didn’t set that reminder on her own so she wondered how Lydia was able to pull it off, as smart as that girl is she probably hacked everyone’s cell phones in Beacon Hills all at once.

Letting out a groan, Y/n sat up in bed and sat there waiting for her eyes to adjust.

Hearing a faint knock on her door, she mumbled a barely audible ‘come in.’

Slowly, Melissa entered the room and made her way over to sit on the edge of her daughters’ bed. “Good morning sunshine,” her mom chuckled, “or should I say afternoon?”

Y/n cringed her eyebrows before turning her phone back on and checking the time, it was 1:00 in the afternoon.

Y/n’s eyes then grew wide as Melissa laughed.

“Okay, I know you’re a teenager, but this was very unlike you.” Her mom’s wide grin transformed into a small one as her eyes looked into Y/n’s, caring yet concerned.

“Yep. All good, just stressed you know- with school- it’s kind of kicking my ass-” she lied unconvincingly.

“Y/n, come on you’re too much like me,” Melissa chuckled, “spill it.”

Sighing with defeat, Y/n let it all out in front of her mom with one huge breath, “I’m in the most stereotypical high school situation ever and I hate myself for it because believe me it is the least of my worries right now but neither of them are making it any easier-’

“Wait hold on,” Melissa held he hand up signaling for Y/n to stop her incessant rambling, “neither of them? Them being two boys?”

“Yes!” Y/n exasperated, dramatically grabbing a pillow before slamming it in her face and falling back onto her bed.

“One of them is Stiles I’m assuming?” Melissa formed her statement as a question even though she knew she was already correct, Y/n just confirming her accuracy be screaming into her pillow.

“Okay, come on, come back to me.” Her mom grabbed the pillow from off her daughter’s face and pulled her back up by her arm to a sitting position, hair slightly disheveled now.

“What’s on your mind?”

Melissa’s tone more serious now, Y/n calmed herself back down, “I- they’re both great, well- one of them is. And, one of them is really trying to be. I’m just so confused, and so worried about hurting one of them.”

Melissa smiled, proud of the big heart she’d like to say she’s raised her daughter to have.

“As amazing as I think you are for not wanting to hurt either of them, you gotta think about yourself to honey. In situations like this, someone is always going to get hurt, and there’s nothing you- or anyone else- can do to prevent that.” The way her mom was smiling at her almost convinced Y/n that maybe everything would be okay.

But there was still one question haunting her, one she hadn’t said out loud because she was too scared.

“How do I choose?” She whispered so quietly it seemed as if she hadn’t said it at all.

“Sweetheart,” her mom sighed placing her hand on top of Y/n’s, “If you think you choose who love you’re in for a rude awakening because I’ll tell you this right now- you don’t choose who love, you learn to accept who you love. And then you do your best to make it work.”

Melissa then returned to her feet, smiling at her daughter one more time before exiting and shutting the door behind her, knowing Y/n had quite a bit to think about.

---

“You sure about this?” Y/n asked as Allison put her car in park outside of Lydia’s house.

Taking a deep breath, Allison turned and met Y/n’s gaze, “For Lydia.” She stated strongly as she stepped outside of the vehicle and started walking towards the front entrance.

“For Lydia!” Y/n repeated Allison’s words from still inside the car before following Allison’s footsteps.

As the pair entered the house and made their way into the backyard where the party was being held because of the Martin’s gigantic pool, Y/n immediately saw Scott and Stiles.

Allison split to go talk to Lydia, so Y/n made her way over to her brother and her- well- her brother’s best friend (hers too).

“Hey, have you seen Jackson yet?” She greeted.

“You look beautiful.” Stiles ignored her question and smiled at her lightly, she was completely flustered by the comment not giving her enough time to hide the blush that had taken over her cheeks, which if you asked Stiles it just made her more beautiful than she already was.

Scott cleared his throat, pulling both of them back to focus on the task at hand, “No. Seen Allison?’

“Yeah, we came here together.” Y/n smiled at Scott sympathetically, knowing he and Allison were going through a rough time after what happened the night of the rave. Y/n hadn’t brought up the incident to Allison knowing it’s a rough topic right now. Especially now that the Argent’s and their hunters are more involved than ever because of Allison slipping up and giving them information. None of them were mad, Scott was mad in the moment because it had screwed up the plan so he ended up yelling at her, which was understandable in the heat of the moment. But, they’re only 16, and Allison made a mistake. She’s in a tough situation and it wasn’t her fault, they all knew that.

“We need to tell her what we found.” Stiles stated.

“I’m still kind of not sure what we found?” Scott whispered, and Y/n looked between them completely confused.

“I’m not sure at all what we found, do share!” She encouraged sarcastically.

Stiles turned his full attention to her, “I figured out it has something to do with water. You know, the fact that all victims were on the swim team, the way the kanima reacted around the pool.”

“So, whoever is controlling the kanima really hates the swim team?” Y/n reaches for clarification.

“Hated the swim team,” Stiles corrected with various hand gestures, “Specifically, the 2006 swim team. So it could be another teacher. Maybe like a student back then. I mean, who are we missing though? What haven’t we thought of?” Stiles continued to reach deeper.

Later on in the night, Allison finally approached the group of three making it a group of four.

“Uh, Jackson’s not here.” She observed.

“Yeah, no one’s here.” Stiles retaliated

“Maybe it’s just early?” Scott attempted optimism.

“Or maybe nobody’s coming because Lydia’s turned into the town whackjob.” Y/n stated, retrieving criticized looks from the group, but she just shrugged them off, “come one we were all thinking it.”

“Well we have to do something, because we’ve completely ignored her the past two weeks.” Allison pointed out.

“We don’t owe her a party.” Scott defended.

“She wouldn’t be the town whackjob if it wasn’t for us.” Allison said directly looking at Scott.

“I guess I can use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here.” Scott suggested, smiling towards his girlfriend.

---

“How do you not feel this?” Isaac whispered to Derek as he finished locking up all of the beta’s chains around the train car poles.

“I feel every second of it.” Derek answered without hesitation.

“Then how do you control it?” Isaac pleaded desperately.

“Use your anchor, that one thing meaningful to you,” Derek began before finally looking in Isaac’s pained eyes, “blind yourself with her, use her to keep the human side in control.”

---

Y/n wandered aimlessly around the now completely packed and crazy party, a cup of punch in her hand. Lydia was continuously approaching Y/n throughout the night, making sure her glass was never empty. Which Y/n actually thanked her for, she finally didn’t feel so stressed and tense.

As she made her way into the house, she passed through the kitchen into the empty living room besides the random couple in the corner making out, she realized she was feeling extremely dizzy, and her vision began to blur. And it wasn’t a drunk kind of dizzy, it was a drugged kind of dizzy. Feeling extremely anxious and uneasy, Y/n looked at the half empty drink in her hand and became suspicious of what was actually in it. With shaking hands, she slowly attempted to set it down on the coffee table directly in front of her. But, due to her eyesight being a little whack she missed the coffee table, watching as the cup fell to the ground and shattered, almost in slow motion.

“Shit.” She hissed, bending down on her knees to quickly clean up the mess she created, but being in too much of a rush to pick up the glass, a piece sliced through the thin skin of one of her fingers, causing her the whimper in slight pain.

“Always messing up,” a monotonous voice stated from in front of her, but it wasn’t just any voice, she could never forget this voice, “and you people wonder why I left.”

Slowly retreating from her kneeling position back to a standing one, her wide eyes slowly lifted so that she could see the person in front of her, the person she never wanted to see again but at the same time the only person she wanted to walk through the front doors of her house.

Locking her eyes with his demeaning ones, she called to him in a whisper, “Dad?”

“Look at you Y/n,” he ignored her question, “you can’t even pick up after yourself without screwing up. You’ve always been a screw up.”

“Dad please, please- I tried. I tried so hard-” Y/n stuttered and tripped over her words as he walked towards her, a tear slipped down her cheek.

“God- don’t cry. You’re pathetic.” His voice was now louder, shaking her body to her very core.

“Please-” she begged once more, “I don’t- I don’t understand what I did wrong, I’m- I’m sorry.”

“You don’t understand what you did wrong?” He mocked her, “No- it was what you did right. It didn’t matter, I never loved you as much as I loved Scott. But you knew that, didn’t you? You never admitted it to yourself, but somewhere inside you, you knew all along that was the truth. But I’m here now, and I’m telling you, that fear that you had- about your mom and I loving Scott more than you. It’s not just an insecurity, it’s the truth.”

Her entire body was shaking, looking at the pure hatred with his eyes as he screamed at her, “Why?” She pleaded, “Why wasn’t I good enough for you?” She sobbed.

“Because, Y/n. You’re not my kid. You’re not a McCall.”

“Wha- What do you-”

He faced away from her as he cut her off, “I told Melissa not to bring you home but she didn’t listen.”

Eyebrows furrowed and her throat burning, she couldn’t even process the information being thrown onto her like a brick.

“No. No, you’re lying.” She shook her head, but her father just mockingly smiled at her, replacing her sadness with anger. Clenching her fists, she began rushing towards him.

“You’re a lying son of a bitch and I want you to stay gone!” She yelled towards his figure, stopping mere inches from him before swinging a right hook at him.

But he caught it before it could connect with his jaw, except it wasn’t her father, it was Scott.

“Y/n hey! It’s okay, it’s a hallucination it isn’t real. Whatever you saw, it’s fake you’re okay.” Scott tried to calm his hyperventilating sister. She couldn’t stand anymore, exhausted. Her legs gave out from underneath her and her body collapsed to the ground, Scott following with her and strengthening his embrace around her. She stayed completely still in her arms, she couldn’t get what she had just seen out of her head. Hallucination, okay. But how real can hallucinations be? And do they hold some truth?

---

“Hey, I can’t find her,” Stiles approached Scott and Y/n as they entered the pool area again, once Y/n was in better control and Scott caught her up on what exactly was going on, “And, dude, anyone who drank that crap, they’re freaking out.” Stiles stated obviously.

“Yeah, we know.” Y/n replied without any emotion behind her words.

Stiles instantly noticed, finally glancing in her direction and observing the now dried tear stains on her cheek, ones that he knew where covering his face earlier.

He had drank the punch too, seeing his father who uncovered the fear Stiles has always had of being the reason for his mother’s death. He only hoped, that Y/n didn’t go through as much pain as he did during his hallucination. He would rather go through his a million times than see her look as broken and distraught as she does right now in this moment.

“What the hell do we do?” She broke the silence, trying to seem okay.

And then, the voice of Matt screaming over and over that he ‘can’t swim’ as teenagers continued to throw him in the pool, all of them watched in shock as he struggled with being in the water.

Until Jackson pulled him out of the pool.

Suddenly, they understood. The three exchanged glances knowing that they all had just figured it, Matt is the one controlling the Kanima, controlling Jackson.

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Believe It or Not. Part 19/?

*song suggestion: Friends by Chase Atlantic* (Based off 2x07 “Restraint”) “If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know that someone's controlling him.” Allison suggested as they all stood together. Y/n returning to her friends after her surprise visit from Isaac. She was trying to pay attention but her mind was elsewhere. “Or he doesn't remember.” Scott sighed. Stiles watched as Y/n stared down at her feet, shifting from one to the other every few seconds. His brows furrowed in confusion to her odd behavior. I mean sure, they were dealing with a lot but she was definitely acting strange right now. And he noticed. “What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?” Y/n asked without shifting her gaze from the ground. “A fugue state?” “He’d have to forget everything.” Scott pointed out, “The murder-” “Getting rid of the blood.” Y/n finished for him, finally looking up and meeting Scott’s eyes as the seriousness of the situation hit all of them once again. “Yeah, he had help with one thing though- the video. And someone else helped him forget that.” Stiles added. “Whoever is controlling him.” Allison shifted uncomfortably, “Are you sure Jackson has no idea about any of this?” “He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing.” “So do we try to convince him he's not?” The brunette gestured with her hands to express her frustration. “If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah.” Scott announced to all of them. “Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?” Allison asked, her tone unsure. “ Yeah, it's us. He’ll talk to us right?” No one answered the unusually lanky boy. --- “ You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically.” The sheriff’s obviously disappointed voice read off a piece of paper to the set of twins and his own son sitting uncomfortably at the table in the interrogation room. Neither one of them looked at each other, hell Y/n was terrified to breathe with the intensity of the glare they were receiving from Jackson’s father. “What about School?” Stiles inevitably asked. “You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50- foot distance.” The sheriff sighed. “Bu - okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?” Y/n couldn't have rolled her eyes harder as she let her elbow slam against the surface of the table and dropped her head into the palms of her hand. He can't be serious? God this boy would be the death of her. “I'll just hold it.” He retreated lower into his chair as he felt the glare of his own father and Mr. Whittemore. --- “Move! It's not just this. Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think that you would reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it. The completely bizarre behavior, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris for you to make up that chemistry test that you missed.” Y/n and Scott’s mother ranted as she fast-walked down the hall and they tried to keep up until she stopped and turned around to face both of them. “I missed a chemistry test?” Scott whispered, extremely confused. “Really, Scott?” She sighed, switching her gaze to her daughter, “And you, what is going on? You guys I can't keep doing this. I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You're grounded.” She seemed to have started having the conversation with herself, as if she needed to convince her and not them. “What about work?” “Fine- other than work. And no tv.” “My tv’s broken.” Scott winced. “Then no computer!” She pointed at Y/n. “I need the computer for school.” She smiles innocently. “Then no, uh-” Melissa glanced behind them, “no Stiles!” She decided loudly. Knowing that grounding her twins from Stiles would strike a nerve in both of them. “What- no Stiles-” “No Stiles!” She cut him off as he approached from behind, immediately retreating backwards as Melissa yelled. Not even Peter was this scary. “And no more car privileges. Give me your keys!” Scott handed her the keys right away. They both watched as she tried to unravel them, but her hands were shaking. “Mom- you want me to-” “No.” She rejected Scott. Y/n knew she needed to step forward, “Mom.” She whispered as she grasped Melissa’s hands. “What is going on with you? Is this about your father?” Y/n didn't know what to say, the question was unexpected, to put it lightly. She just stared at her mom, unsure of what movement to make next. “We’ll talk about this at home.” Melissa’s eyes had changed from infuriated to concerned and confused. --- “So why do we need their help?” Isaac asked as he watched Derek pace around their underground home. “Because it's harder to kill then I thought and I still don't know who it is.” “And they do?” “They might,” Derek sighed, “ which is why I need one of you to get on their good side.” “ Well Isaac’s already got that covered.” Erica smirked. “Shut up Erica.” Isaac glared at her as Derek’s movements ceased and he turned to look at his beta. “No, what does she mean?” Isaac’s jaw clenched as Erica answered, “his anchor is the McCall twin.” she laughed, “he even went to visit her tonight, make sure she was okay after her little outburst.” “When were you going to tell me this?” Derek left his eyes glued on Isaac. “Never, if you want me to use her for your benefit.” Isaac shot back. “Fine. Erica, it's up to you. “Hm. Scott or Stiles?” She phrased playfully. “Either.” --- Y/n stood in a random section of the library as they waited for Scott and Stiles to meet them, since it was the only place they could find to avoid video cameras. “It's everything Lydia can translate. And trust me, she was very confused.” Allison handed Scott a tablet through the spaces in the books once they had arrived. “Yeah, what’d you tell her?” Scott asked as he handed the tablet to Stiles. “That we were apart of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures.” “I am apart of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures.” Stiles replied offended. “O- oh, great.” Y/n nodded her head, as she glanced at Allison. Both not trying to laugh. Which he noticed. “Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him?” Scott diverted from the subject. “Not really. But Stiles was right about the murders.” Y/n pointed out. “Yes!” He claimed excitedly, he reached through the books and without even really thinking about it he and Y/n high-fived before returning to the conversation. “It called the Kanima a weapon of vengeance,” Allison took over, “There's a story in there about a South American priest who uses the Kanima to execute murderers in his village-” “All right, see? So maybe it's not all that bad.” Stiles cut her off optimistically. Y/n just smirked and continued what Allison was trying to say, “until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to.” Stiles eyes widened as he looked at her and she winked. “All bad, all very, very bad.” “Here's the thing though. The Kanima is actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be-” “Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it.” Scott finished what Allison had began to say as he read off of the tablet. “Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself.” Stiles’ cynical sarcasm took over the atmosphere. “What if- it has something to do with his parents? His real parents.” Allison’s eyebrows furrowed as she thought of possibilities. “Yeah, does anybody know what actually happened to them?” Scott followed. “Lydia might.” Y/n nodded her head as she thought of the strawberry blonde. “What if she doesn't know anything?” Scott asked. “Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me, so- I'll talk to him myself.” Allison offered whilst shrugging her shoulders. “Okay, what do I do?” Scott leaned down to look into her eyes. “You have a make-up exam, remember? Promise me.” She whispered. “If he does anything, you run the other way.” Scott’s voice became serious. “I can take care of myself.” Allison reminded him once again. “Allison,” Scott sighed, “if you get hurt while I'm taking some stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me.” Y/n watched her brother’s eyes as he spoke to Allison and she smiled. She had never seen him care so much for someone, and she loved that it was Allison that he felt this way about. “If he does anything-” “Like?” Allison cut him off gently. “Anything- weird or bizarre- anything.” He finished “Anything evil!” Stiles head shot through the book shelf. Y/n and Allison smirked at each other before Y/n placed her hand on his forehead and forcefully pushed his head back through, causing him to stumble back and almost drop the tablet. He looked at her with an annoyed expression on his face as she just smiled back. --- “Do you want me to go with you when you talk to Jackson?” Y/n offered as she and Allison left the boys behind and started to walk out of the library and out into the hallway. “Did you forget he has a restraining order against you too?” Allison smiled amusingly as one of her eyebrows quirked. Y/n just rolled her eyes, “No-I’m the smart twin remember- I know I can't be there, but I could be 50 feet away if something goes wrong.” “Thanks,” Allison said as she stopped at her locker and began spinning the combination until it opened, “but I don't want to drag you into it, I don't think he'll hurt me at school.” She finished as she exchanged the books she had before with new ones. Y/n was just standing to the side, back pressed against the locker as Allison gathered her things. Legs crossed and gaze down as she played with the ring on her fingers. Until she got the uncomfortable feeling that someone might be watching her, she slowly lifted her head to look at the scene around her. Sure enough, across from her and down the hallway Isaac Lahey was leaning against another set of lockers glaring right at her. Once he realized he had her attention, he smirked. The smug look on his face making her skin crawl. “That's okay,” Y/n sighed irritated, “I think I have something to deal with anyway.” She narrowed her eyes at the beta, whispering the last part not to Allison but yet to him, she knew he would be listening. --- “I'm not supposed to tell anyone.” Lydia held her head up high as Stiles angrily trailed behind her, annoyed. “Come on,” he pushed her, “anyone who says ‘I'm not supposed to tell anyone’ is always dying to tell someone, so tell me!” He whispered exasperated. Lydia tilted her head as if considering the offer, “why do you wanna know?” “I can’t tell you that.” He sighed, hesitant. Lydia furrowed her eyebrows skeptically, “Then I’m not telling you.” “But you are telling me that you could tell me something if you wanted to tell me?” Stiles spilled out all in one breath… barely. “Was that a question?” Lydia finally looked at him. Stiles slowed his walking down to almost a stop, “it felt like a question.” he whispered to himself as he continued to follow behind the pretentious girl, gaining his speed back. “Well- tell me if this feels like an answer,” Lydia’s tone sounding irritatingly high-pitch, “No.” The strawberry blonde stormed off leaving Stiles behind watching her walk away. “Lydia! Lydia, come on! Ly-wait! Ow! Ah, ah, hey, Erica.” He was caught off guard calling after Lydia being thrown into a wall by a psychotic blonde. “Why are you asking about Jackson’s real parents?” Erica smirked as she forced her forearm harder against his neck. Stiles was shook but even in his terrified state he was able to locate the camera in the corner directly behind Erica, his confidence gaining. “Why are you bringing out the claws on camera?” His eyebrows wiggled, “That's right. You wanna play Catwoman? I'll be your Batman.” Erica’s smirk fell and she dropped her arms back down to her sides, retracting her claws while Stiles fixed his hoodie. “If you're wondering about Jackson’s real parents, they're about half a mile from here. In Beacon Hills Cemetery.” “Do you know how they died?” Stiles asked ignoring Erica’s egotistical tone. “Maybe,” she tilted her head and pursed her lips, “if you tell me why you're so interested.” “Um-” was the only word Stiles’ lips could form, he became nervous as she held his glare, knowing she could kick his ass at any second. Observing his anxious and worried state, she was able to connect the dots. “It's him, isn't it.” She smiled, chuckling. “What? Who? Him who?” Stiles tried to play it cool, failing miserably. “The test didn't work, but it's still him. It’s Jackson.” Erica whispered to herself, turning on her heel away from Stiles and storming down the hallway. Leaving him helpless. However, as he watched her walk away he was able to return to his senses, taking off after her. --- Y/n had lost sight of Isaac. She was following him through all the twists and turns her made through the hallways of the high school, but eventually she couldn't keep up anymore. Sighing, she decided to drop her need to find him for right now, considering it really wasn't her most prioritized problem. As if on cue, she felt her phone vibrate from her back pocket and she quickly retrieved the device to see that Scott was calling her. “Hello?” Her voice traveled through the phone. “Yeah hi, so Allison, Jackson, Stiles, Erica and I are going to detention.” “Terrific!” She cheered sarcastically, “What exactly happened?” She heard him sigh with embarrassment through the phone before answering, “I kinda, sorta… threw him against a locker.” “So the restraining order is going well I see.” Due to the silence that followed her snide comment, she could practically feel Scott rolling his eyes. “Okay sorry, so what do you need me to like get you guys out or-” “No, actually we need you to find Isaac.” Scott cut her off. She reacted by slumping her shoulders and groaning loudly, “come on whyyy.” “Look I don't know how but Erica figured out that it’s Isaac. Please just make sure he doesn't get to Derek.” “Fine.” She conceded. Hanging up on her brother and begrudgingly spinning on her heel to continue her search for the cocky beta who had been throwing her head in a loop. --- “Oh uh- we can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools.” Jackson smirked proudly. “All of these tools?” Mr. Harris asked for clarification. “No just us tools.” Stiles motioned to him and Scott. “Fine. You two, over there.” Harris pointed to a table opposite from Jackson. After a while of sitting in detention. Allison at a table with Jackson and that kid Matt who surprisingly kept showing up places, Erica by herself, and Scott and Stiles far away. All of the sudden Jackson started to feel a pounding in his head, his ears were ringing and his vision became blurry. He quickly removed himself from his seat and began to exit the library, Harris following behind him. Once the door shut after being pushed open, Scott and Stiles shared a mischievous look with each other, before cascading out of their seats and dropping down at the same table as Erica. “Stiles said you know how Jackson’s parents died.” Scott confronted her not wanting to waste anytime. “Maybe.” She smirked. “Talk.” Scott urged her forcefully. Erica’s smirked dropped, placing her palms face down on the table she began to talk. “It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's 18.” “So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at 18?” Stiles asked mockingly. “Yep.” Erica confirmed, popping the ‘p’ dramatically. “There's something so deeply wrong with that.” Stiles whispered more to himself. --- Y/n found herself inside the boys locker room. It was empty due to the fact that Scott and Jackson had pretty much broken every inch of it. Her eyes followed along the cracks in the floor until they reached to the knocked down rows of lockers, falling next to the sink that was still consistently leaking water. She thought maybe she could find Isaac here, but seeing as there was no one in here her theory was at a loss. Frustrated she turned around to leave only to ran straight into someone standing right behind her, towering over her. And of course, it's just so happened to be Isaac. “Jesus Christ,” she whispered, shutting her eyes briefly before opening them again to look up at him. “Looking for me?” He smirked down at her. “Yes, not because I actually want to be around you though okay so don't get any ideas Lahey.” “Lahey? So we’re doing nicknames now?” He smiled down at her. “No, no. WE are not doing anything. I'm just here to make sure you don't know-” she trailed off not sure if Erica had actually told him her discoveries yet, “certain things.” “Oh you mean like Jackson being the Kanima even though he passed the test?” The tall boy teased. “That would be the certain thing yes.” She swung her arms down defeated. “And you've come to politely ask me to convince Derek not to kill him.” Y/n scrunched the features on her face sarcastically as if to suggest she was considering his words, “I'm not sure if politely is the word i would use but yeah let's go with that.” “Look Y/n, whatever Derek wants to do, he's going to do and there's nothing I can do to stop him.” “God Isaac, you know- I felt sorry for you. I thought that you could be helped, that Derek was controlling you and forcing you to fight with him but I was wrong. You will willingly do whatever he asks you to do because you're a coward. Instead of just making your own decisions and doing the right thing you just- you're screwing everything up!” She threw her hands in the air frustratedly. Both of them caught up in the anger of the moment hadn't noticed that Scott and Stiles were now in their presence, Scott holding Erica in her arms as she was unconscious. However, when they heard the sound of y/n yelling they knew it was best not to interrupt the situation. “I’m screwing everything up?” Isaac shot back pointing towards himself. “Yeah you're right, I would've done everything Derek asked me to do after he turned me at the beginning no questions asked. But ever since you showed up I've been lying to him when it comes to you, for some reason unknown to me I have this annoying tendency to make sure that you're safe. So trust me I'm not the one screwing things up.” By the time he finished his breathing was heavy. He looked into Y/n’s wide eyes trying desperately to read what she was thinking but he couldn't grasp it. “Mmhm.” Scott cleared his throat causing both Y/n and Isaac to whip their heads in the direction of his voice. “Isaac you need to take us to Derek,” Scott motioned down to Erica, “she needs help.” --- Once they got inside the underground bunker Derek rushed Scott to lay Erica on the ground. Everyone else gathering around, Y/n catching Stiles’ eyes for a brief second before hurriedly looking away. She knew that when everything was over tonight she had a lot of explaining to do with Stiles and Scott. “Hold her up.” Derek instructed Stiles, who began to sit on the ground and hold Erica’s body. “Is she dying?” Stiles asked out of breathe, Y/n could tell her was concerned for her. “She might,” Derek answered, “which is why this is gonna hurt.” Derek clenched his teeth before breaking Erica’s arm, the sound of bone cracking sent shivers up Y/n’s spine. “You broke her arm!” Stiles shouted. “It'll trigger the healing process.” Derek clarified. Y/n watched as Stiles stroked the hair back that was sticking to Erica’s forehead. The action made her shift from foot to foot, uncomfortable. Unaware of his eyes on her, Isaac watched the effect that Stiles had on Y/n that he hadn't noticed before. --- “You know who it is.” Scott stated towards Derek who was recovering from saving Erica. “Jackson.” He answered coldly. “You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn't you? I'm gonna help you stop him. As part of your pack. If you want me in, fine. But we'll do it on one condition. We're gonna catch him, not kill him.” Derek turned finally to meet Scott’s eyes, “And?” He urged Scott to continue, knowing the beta wasn't finished. “And we do it my way.” --- Y/n was standing outside with her eyes closed under the night sky. Her head was pounding with the weight of everything going on in her current situation. She heard the door open from behind her, and she didn't exactly know who she hoped it would be. “I’m sorry I yelled at you today,” it was Isaac, “none of what I said is your fault, that's all on me.” “I just don't get it.” She turned around to face him, confusion written all over the expression on her face. “Why am I your anchor? The only time we're ever actually near each other is to fight.” “No every time we're near each other you find a way to expose the truth about me.” With every word he spoke he took one step closer to her until he was standing right in front of her, eyes staring intensely into hers, except this time she didn't take a step backwards. “That's because I think you can be saved. I think all three of you can.” She simply whispered. “And I guess that's just it too isn't it Y/n, you're not on anyone’s side. Not Derek’s, not Scott’s. You're on your own side where you don't want anyone to be fighting and I admire that about you.” His intense stare lightened into a gaze and she felt her heartbeat steady as a reaction. “As much as I don't want to fight, I have to. And I know that you think I can just simply choose not to but nothing is that simple in this town anymore.” He laughed slightly. “So whatever comes next I just hope afterwards I can convince you to forgive me.” His eyes were pleading with her, begging her to say something but she couldn't. She was frozen and numb exactly where she was. Knowing that he wasn't going to get a reply, he did what he felt like he had to do to make her believe him. Without any warning Isaac cupped her face in both of his hands and roughly crashed his lips into hers. She kept her eyes open at first from shook, but as his lips moved against hers it was like her mind and body wouldn't let her do anything to stop him. When they finally retreated from each other he kept his hands on the sides of her face and glared into her eyes, hoping maybe now she would say something. And she did. “Why did you do that?” Her voice almost sounded angry. “Why didn't you stop me from doing it?” Y/n had no idea what to say, still processing what had happened. But instead of trying to figure it out, she turned on her heel and left Isaac standing where he was, returning to the door and rushing inside. She immediately made her way over to Stiles, and he dropped everything when we noticed the distraught look in her eyes. “Can you drive me home?” She asked desperately. “Yeah, yeah of course.” He agreed quickly and put his hand on her lower back as he guided her out to where his jeep was parked. They both got inside the car and were on the road within seconds. “I don't know what to do.” She whispered, not really sure when she said it if she wanted him to hear her. He grabbed her hand before speaking, “look we’ll figure it out. If we can take down an alpha werewolf I think we can handle a teenage lizard.” He tried to get her to laugh, frowning himself when it didn't work. “I'm not talking about the supernatural right now.” She spoke a little louder now, catching his eyes, the eyes that still took her breath away every time she looked into them. “You can talk to me Y/n.” Stiles reassured her. “I’m Isaac’s anchor apparently.” “What?” The jeep swerved a little on the road as he tried to grasp the information she fed him. “Oh just wait it's gets worse,” she sighed as he waited for her to continue, “he kissed me tonight, Stiles.” Y/n appreciated not being as werewolf in this moment more than in any else, she knew that the sound of his heart breaking and beating ridiculously fast would crush her. “Oh.” Was all he could muster. “And Stiles i didn't stop him.” Silence was all that sat between them. For excruciatingly long, Y/n sat behind the boy that she's cared for since she could remember that time that he held her hand when her very first dog died, they were 8 around the time. It has always been Stiles. “It looks like you have a lot to think about then.” Stiles broke the silence. “Stiles this isn't fair to you, you’ve been waiting for me and now I'm making everything so much worse and I'm so sorry.” She let her head fall, not being able to convince herself to look at him as tears fell freely from his face. “Y/n I forgive you.” “Why?” She gasped as he squeezed her hand a little tighter. “Because one of the reasons I lo- care about you so much is because you would never do anything to hurt anyone. You would gladly throw yourself into a fire to save the people you love. I said I would give you as much time as you needed and I stand by that. If at the end of that time, there's someone else standing with you, I forgive you.” He didn't deserve this hurt and sadness she was setting on top of him. She slowly opened the door and stepped out of the car, not knowing what to say. Y/n’s hand stayed grasped upon the door as she turned around to look at him one last time, needing to say something before she let the door shut. “Every word I've said to you this past year, every kiss, I meant all of it Stiles and wouldn't take it back for anything.” “Me either.” She shut the door and he drove off. Leaving her more confused than she’d ever been.

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Believe It or Not. Part 17.

Summary: shit goes down Suggested song: "Verbatim" by Blackbear ///// (Based off 2x05 “Venomous”) Jackson was lifting weights in the boys’ locker room with Danny after school, both just minding their own business and training for the next lacrosse game. Time became a blur, because once Jackson was able to comprehend he was being kidnapped it was already too late, Erica was dragging him god knows where and he wasn’t strong enough to stop her. All of the sudden he was being dragged down a flight of stairs and into a basement. The cold, concrete material tearing holes in his shirt as Erica and Isaac held him on his knees. Jackson looked up into the eyes of Derek Hale. “What happened to you on the night of the full moon?” Derek asked with a smirk, placing medical gloves over his hands. “What? Nothing. Nothing happened.” Jackson answered quickly, Isaac’s hand gripping his shoulder tighter and tighter every word he spoke. Derek stood up, making Jackson nervous by the way he was staring into his eyes. “You're lying.” “No wait. No wait, I can, I can- I can prove it. I taped myself.” Jackson panicked. “You taped yourself?” Isaac laughed mockingly. “Yes. It was the full moon. And maybe while you were curled in the corner having an existential crisis about turning into a monster, I was preparing for the so - called gift your big, bad Alpha promised me, and what did I get? Nothing. You want proof? Let me get the video.” “No,” Derek smiled placing a piece of cut glass between his fingers, “no, I have a better idea.” “What is that?” Jackson’s eyes grew wide as Derek took slow, menacing steps towards him with the sharp piece of glass. “You know Jackson, you've always been kind of a snake- and everyone knows a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom.” Jackson had no choice as the loyal betas dug their fingers in his mouth to keep it open. Derek forced the tip of the glass into Jackson’s mouth, letting a sample of the venom he stole from the animal he encountered the other night slide on the boy’s tongue. “You’re still a snake Jackson, just not the one we’re looking for.” Derek stood up and walked away as Jackson’s body fell to the ground, paralyzed. Unable to move, Jackson just got to watch as Isaac bent down to look into his eyes. “You're still going to have to do one thing for us. Well, actually, for me.” --- Time seemed to be moving extremely slow as Y/n walked through the hallways of Beacon Hills this morning. Coffee in hand, she wandered the halls with her head down watching her feet drag across the ground. To say she didn’t get enough sleep would be an understatement. She wasn’t just not sleeping, she would cry and cry until she finally drifted off under the covers. Only to jerk awake gasping for air, reliving either her conversation with Stiles in the jeep or any time she’s had to run for her life due to the supernatural. Seeing him today would kill her, she hadn’t heard one word from him, and she knew it was because he had nothing to say to her. Around the others y/n knew they were both going to have to suck it up and act okay, and she wasn’t prepared for that. Y/n walked into class and approached her usual seat diagonal from where Scott usually sat. Only to be met with the last person she expected to see sitting there, Isaac Lahey. “This is my seat jackass, move.” She motioned to the side with her hands, annoyance written all over her face. He laughed at her, glancing down towards his hand as he made his claws replace his fingernails. “Yeah, I think I'll stay.” He peered up at her face to see exactly what he wanted to see, defeat. Rolling her eyes, y/n took the seat behind him. She glanced over at Scott and gave him a questioning look with her eyes, to which he just shrugged. Two seconds later, Stiles ran into the room and crashed in the seat behind Scott. “Dude, I just talked to my dad, who just talked to Jackson, and I've got really terrible, horrible, very, very bad news.” “I think we already know.” And that’s when Stiles eyes landed on Isaac. --- Y/n unenthusiastically made her way to her next class after the most uncomfortable experience of her life in the last one. Dreading the rest of the day knowing that she’ll have to encounter one more class period with Isaac before the day is over and she can go home. She walked through door of coach’s class and again, walked towards to the seat on the side of the room that she sat in behind Scott. And just as she was about to set her things on the desk and sit down Jackson cut off in front of her and sat down. “Seriously?” She whined, “Is everyone’s goal today to piss me off?” She spoke out loud to herself as she found another seat at the back of the room next to Lydia. Y/n wasn't listening to anything coach was babbling about because she was too busy straining her neck and ears to know what Jackson was talking to Scott and Stiles about. Scott must have seen her struggling because her phone vibrating caught her attention. She reached into her pocket and retrieved the small device, opening the message she received from her brother. ‘I think something big is going to happen in Chemistry.’ Confused, she texted him back, ‘what do you mean?’ Y/n looked up to see Scott on his phone typing aggressively fast. Which started to make her worry. ‘Isaac and Erica are going to run the test on Lydia in chemistry, and if it works, they're gonna kill her.’ Her breath caught in her throat as she finished reading the message. Y/n glanced over to look at Lydia except the strawberry blonde wasn’t in her seat. That's when y/n remembered coach had let her go to the board to write the answer, and she was writing something that's for sure. Even though y/n hadn’t been paying attention she was pretty sure that wasn’t the answer. EMPLEHENOEMOS It was written all over the chalkboard, covering every blank space that there was. Y/n watched as the girl turned around, black smudges under her eyes caused by tears that had escaped. Lydia was gasping for air, she looked terrified. “Okay then,” coach interrupted “anybody else want to try answering? This time in English?” Y/n didn’t take her eyes off of Lydia, feeling honestly really bad for her. Y/n was having flashbacks to when she was ignorant while all of this was going on, when no one was telling her the truth about what was happening. A strong feeling of guilt consumed y/n as she realize they were all putting Lydia in the same position. Y/n knew she didn’t owe Lydia anything, they weren’t friends. But she believed Lydia was smarter than she led on, she had to know something was going on. And knowing your friends are hiding something from you, makes you feel the deepest and emptiest illusion of pain that there is. Y/n knew first hand, she wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Not even Lydia Martin. Once again y/n was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of her phone buzzing, it was from Scott and there was an image attached. She quickly opened her phone to see a picture of the letters Lydia had written on the board except the image was flipped and she could finally see the real meaning. SOMEONEHELPME It was english. --- “Derek is not gonna kill her without proof.” Scott said to both y/n and Stiles as they walked through the hallways of the high school to their Chemistry class with Mr.Harris. Scott oblivious to the sad stares Stiles and Y/n gave each other when the other wasn’t looking. “All right, so he tests her like he did with Jackson, right? But when and where?” Stiles continued to question out loud as they walked through the door of the classroom. All walking at the same pace until y/n stopped walking altogether, causing a chain reaction with Scott and Stiles. “I think here and now.” Y/n sighed, then Scott and Stiles followed her gaze to where Isaac and Erica were standing at the opposite side of the room. All five of them glanced to where the one and only Lydia Martin was seated, with an empty seat right next to her. “One of you has to get to that seat first.” Y/n whispered to the two boys standing by her side. Without saying a word, Scott and Stiles started rushing to the empty seat at the same time that Isaac and Erica did. Luckily, Scott got to the seat, and even though it was only for two people, Stiles managed to sit with them too. Relieved, y/n grabbed a seat at the table next to the one her friends were sitting at. Erica and Isaac settled for sitting together at the table behind them, not taking their eyes off of Lydia. Without really thinking, y/n kept looking over her shoulder and staring at them. Would they really do something at school? In front of everyone? She was mostly staring at Isaac. She remembered the look in his eyes when he had her pinned to the ice, he didn’t look like he wanted to hurt her. She was still embarrassed that she practically begged him not to hurt her. Y/n was never going to beg anyone for anything, ever again. Allison’s been helping her train every night for the past week. She truly felt stronger. Y/n watched the both of them, Erica looked like pure evil, scheming bitch. Catching her completely off guard, Isaac looked right at Y/n. He must’ve sensed her staring at him. Every bone in her body was screaming at her to look away, but the way his eyes locked with hers caused her to stay exactly where she was. He smirked at her and winked, god she wanted to punch him so bad. “Y/n.” Allison’s voice finally allowing Y/n to be released from Isaac’s ice blue eyes. When she looked up at Allison she noticed right away the confused look on the girl’s face as she looked at Erica and Isaac. “Just sit down, I’ll fill you in.” Y/n whispered in a failed attempt to keep the two betas from hearing her, knowing they probably still heard her anyway. Allison let her bag fall off of her shoulder and onto the ground next to the lab stool, taking her seat both she and y/n placed their elbows upon the table and leaned their heads close to each other. “They’re planning on testing Lydia.” Y/n informed Allison. “”Right now!” Allison panicked, immediately being hushed by an annoyed y/n. “Yes, right now. So as we go through the rotation for the experiments we just have to make sure neither one of them ends up at a table with her, okay?” Allison just nodded her head in agreement instead of saying anything, swallowing harshly with worry. The terrifying thought crossed through her mind, what if it is Lydia. As if y/n knew exactly what Allison was thinking due to the wide-eyed expression on her face, she placed her hand on Allison’s arm. “It's not her.” It can't be. --- “Erica, you take the first station. You'll start with… Mr. McCall.” Mr. Harris instructed the two. Erica smirking and Scott rolling his eyes and making their way to a lab table as Mr. Harris finished pairing the two off. Allison and Y/n remained together while Isaac was paired with Stiles. Relief flooding through y/n when she noticed Lydia with some other person instead of Isaac or Erica. “Whatever you're thinking of doing, wait. Give me a chance to talk to Derek.” Scott begged and pleaded to Erica while she held the same smirk as before. “Why don't you talk to me instead,” she smiled with big puppy-dog eyes, “That's funny. In school, you guys act like you're broken up, but she's all over you.” Erica scoffed looking at Allison. “I don't know what you're talking about.” Scott attempted to hide his secret, unaware of the increases in his heart rate that didn't go unnoticed to Erica. “If I were Allison,” her hand found its way to his thigh, “I’d be wanting you all the time.” Over at y/n and Allison’s table, Y/n was watching the revolting encounter between Scott and Erica while Allison actually tried to focus on the project. “Allison don't look.” Y/n warned her oblivious friend, her eyes transfixed on the two. “Oh my god.” She heard Allison sigh, and she glanced over to see Allison death-glaring right at Erica. “Hey, I said don't look.” Y/n shrugged. Both returning to the assignment. “Switch!” Mr. Harris’ voice only added another layer of tension to the room. --- Y/n looked around quickly and rolled her eyes whilst sighing as she realized that the only open seat was next to Isaac. Reluctantly, she let herself fall onto the cold, metal stool. Immediately getting to work on the next step of the experiment so she could ignore his presence. He smirked at the fact that she was so determined not to talk to him, laughing slightly, he broke the silence. “What, no hello?” He perked up so he was sitting straight, listening to the increase of her heart rate. Y/n glanced at him for a second, not long enough for him to notice before she got back to work attempting to control her breathing. “No, thank you for not slashing my throat when I had the chance?” This time she dropped all the lab tools in her hands, sighing and sitting up straight so she could look him straight in the eyes. Restraining herself from slapping the smirk right off his face. “Thank you? You want a thank you for not killing someone? Look nimrod if you hurt Lydia, I’m gonna-” “Going to what? Beg and plead for me not to hurt you… again?” Tears threatened to escape eyes but she held back, she wouldn't let him see that. “I was going to say turn your ass into a fur coat and give it to her as a birthday present.” She collected herself. “Really?” He smiled widely, “I’ve never actually been to one of her big invite- only parties. I did ask her out once though.” He glanced forward as he said his last thought. “Sounds like the beginning of a heartfelt story. I’m gonna pass, thanks.” Isaac caught himself off guard as a genuine laugh escaped his lungs at her response. He cleared his throats as to not seem so distraught. “It was the first day of freshman year-” but he was cut off immediately at the sound of y/n’s voice. “And you thought everything was going to be different for you in high school, but she said no.” Y/n sarcastically dragged on the ‘no’ for emphasis as she poured some weird blue liquid into a graduated cylinder. “Yeah, She even laughed. Told me to come back when the bike I rode to school had an engine, not a chain.” When Y/n was done with her current task, she let herself look at Isaac again, his gaze already on her. “Unrequited love’s a Bitch.” She stated coldly, “Maybe you should write about it in English class, you know. Channel all the negative energy.” He smiled while she smirked confidently at him. “Nah,” he laughed leaving his eyes locked on hers, “I was thinking I'd channel it into killing her. I'm not very good at writing.” Isaac became very pleased, seeing the breathless and terrified look on y/n’s face. Although, he was taken aback when she leaned forward, face inches from his. “Listen to me. It's not Lydia, and even if it is, you can't kill her-” Y/n was cut off when Isaac grabbed her wrist and wrapped his fingers around her upper arm, unaware that his claws had been released. “No you listen to me, you and your little friends aren't in charge here.” Noticing his eyes starting to glow yellow, y/n whimpered, “You’re hurting me.” His eyes instantly changed back normal as he stared deeply into her frightened ones, his claws fading back to regular finger nails as well. But he didn't let go of her arm, just loosened his grip until his touch was ghosting over her skin. She watched his expression change from angry to… guilt? “Switch!” “I’m sorry.” Isaac breathed out, finally letting go of her. His gaze drifting down to the floor ignoring the shuffling of students around her. “You mean that, don't you?” She whispered leaning down towards him, causing him to sheepishly look back up to her, brows furrowed in confusion. “You don't want to hurt anyone, do you? You don't have to Isaac you can get out-” “I believe he said switch.” Stiles interrupted y/n, eyes dead-set on Isaac’s figure. Without saying a word, Isaac got up and left the stool whilst Stiles replaced him. “What was that all about?” Stiles questioned y/n. But she didn't answer, instead she watched Isaac take a seat next to Lydia before Scott could stop him. Stiles noticed too, neither of them knew what to do. Isaac looked up at Y/n’s glaring eyes, and she knew, he was going to do it anyway. Derek was his alpha, and he would do whatever he was told. “What are we going to do?” Y/n whispered, not really expecting an answer. --- Y/n and Stiles continued on with the further instructions for the experiment. Y/n glancing back every five seconds to where Isaac and Lydia were. Stiles watched her distraught behavior, and he understood it for he felt helpless too. “Are you okay?” He decided to distract her. Y/n turned back around to continue her work. “I’m fine.” She replied shortly. Stiles huffed in response, “Y/n seriously-” “I am being serious Stiles. I'm fine.” Frowning slightly, he decided to let it go. Both of them turning back towards the beta and the strawberry blonde. He hadn't done anything yet, and they were left to wait anxiously. “Time.” Mr. Harris stopped the working students, “If you've catalyzed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal. Now for the last part of that experiment- which I'm sure you'll all enjoy, you can eat it.” That's when it clicked. Y/n, Stiles, Allison, and Scott all made the connection. They all stared at the crystal being held in Isaac’s hand. The Kanima venom not visible, unless you were looking for it like they were. Isaac handed the crystal to Lydia, and she took it at the nice but not-So-nice gesture. The strawberry blonde continued to lift her hand holding the crystal to her mouth. Y/n watched speechless as Lydia opened her mouth, but just before she could taste it- “Lydia!” Scott’s voice echoed throughout the classroom, stopping her from doing anything as he stood from his seat and stared at her with concerned eyes. “What?” She asked annoyed. “Nothing.” He sat back down, defeated. Isaac smirked as Lydia ate the crystal, realizing he won. His smile only grew when she didn't get affected by the poisonous venom. Isaac looked out the window to see Derek watching, Scott saw him too. Unconsciously, his gaze left the window to see if y/n was watching. And she was, she looked angry. Except, he didn't know if anger was the right word to describe her, was she disappointed? Whatever she was, looking at her right now made his face fall. He couldn't grasp what was happening right now, all he knew was that he hated that he had hurt her. He shook the feeling off immediately, he had more important things to worry about. --- Once the bell had rung they all hurried out of class. Y/n looked around the hallway unable to find her friends, she started walking to look around the students shifting past her when all of the sudden she was grabbed and pulled into another room. She squealed slightly, until she had fully entered the room and turned around to see Scott. Behind him, Allison and Stiles. “Shut the door.” Scott asked sternly, she obeyed without saying a word. “Derek's outside waiting for Lydia.” “Waiting to kill her?” Allison asked for clarification. “If he's thinking she's the kanima, then yes, especially after what happened at the pool.” Scott stressed “It's not her.” Y/n stated from the corner, arms crossed and staring straight in front of her. “Y/n, she didn't pass the test. Nothing happened.” Stiles took a few steps toward her. “It just doesn't make sense.” She looked down towards the floor. “Hey,” Stiles approached her all the way until he was right in front of her, without thinking he cupped her face in his hands, “we’ll figure it out.” He searched her eyes as she stared hopelessly at him. At a loss for words, she just nodded her head until he let go of her. “It doesn't matter,” Allison thankfully broke the tension between the two causing Stiles to turn his back to Y/n, “Derek thinks it's her. So either we can convince him that he's wrong, or we've got to figure out a way to protect her.” Silence fell over the room as everyone processed her idea. “I really don't think he's gonna do anything here, not at school.” Scott pointed out. “What about after school? What if we can prove that Derek’s wrong?” Y/n perked up, letting her arms un-cross and fall comfortably down at her sides. “By three o’clock?” Stiles questioned. “There could be something in the bestiary.” Allison suggested, giving y/n a warm smile before walking over and standing at her side. “Uh, I can talk to Derek, maybe convince him to give us a chance to prove that it's not her. But if anything happens, you guys let me handle it, okay?” His expression turned extremely concerned and serious as he stressed the last part of what he said to Y/n and Allison. “What does that mean?” Y/n raised her eyebrows. “That you guys can't heal like I do. I just don't want you to get hurt.” Allison smiled softly and glanced at y/n as she let out a small laugh. Allison continued to place a comforting hand on Scott's shoulder. “I can protect myself, and Y/n can too.” “Yeah, Scott, don't worry with her training I've gotten really good.” She reassured her brother. “I just don't either of you getting hurt. Seriously, if anything goes wrong, you call me, okay?” Y/n felt slightly awkward as Scott’s attention became completely focused on Allison as he continued. “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. We have until 3:00.” --- Allison and y/n had the task of translating the pages of the bestiary, since it was in Latin the best idea they had was to go to Ms. Morrell for help. “So What was that?” Allison couldn't help but ask Y/n. “What was what?” Y/n asked cluelessly, although she was scared that she knew exactly what Allison was talking about. “Back there with you and Stiles, are guys like-” “No.” Y/n stated before Allison could continue to grill her with questions, “I don't know- I just can't be with someone right now.” “Can't or don't want to?” Allison raised her eyebrows. But y/n just rolled her eyes, ignoring Allison as she opened the door to Ms. Morrell’s office. --- “Do you mind me asking where you got this? Uh- book?” The two girls stood there awkwardly, Y/n turned towards Allison waiting for the girl’s answer. “Um, a family heirloom.” Allison attempted to say nonchalantly. “Interesting family. I’m pretty familiar with most Romance languages, but this is a little out of my reach.” She sighed while examining the pages. “Can you give it a shot?” Y/n ask more intense than she meant to, earning a slight glare from both Allison and Ms. Morrell. “Alright, uhm, “Kanima” - do I have that right?” She looked to the two girls for confirmation. “Yeah.” Both Allison and Y/n answered in unison. Causing Ms. Morrell to glance at them suspiciously, but they just gave her an unsuspecting smile. “Like the wolf, it's power is greatest at the moon’s peak. Huh, sounds like a werewolf.” She let out a laugh. Both girls responding by laughing as well, gesturing as if the idea of a werewolf were crazy. “Oh, there's some words here I don't recognize.” The teacher’s brows furrowed, confused. “Just try.” Allison pushed. “Please.” Y/n added at a lighter tone, nudging Allison in the side to try and stay cool. Even though neither of them was actually succeeding. “Could I hold onto it for a little bit?” Ms. Morrell asked politely. “Now is better, please.” Y/n replied quickly, silently cursing herself for making the same mistake that Allison just did. Man they really sucked at this. “Alright, uhm- okay. ‘Like the wolf, the Kanima is a social creature, but where the wolf seeks a pack, the Kanima seeks a friend.’” “A friend, what does that mean?” Allison asked out out loud, not really sure if she was expecting an answer from anyone. “Maybe it's lonely.” Ms. Morrell suggested. “Like a teenager.” Y/n whispered hesitantly from beside Allison, who glanced at Y/n and immediately made eye contact her. Wide eyes from both. A few seconds later, y/n received a text from Stiles. ‘We need to get Lydia out of here, now!’ “We have to go.” She held her phone screen up so Allison could read the message, and they rushed out of the room without saying anything to Ms. Morrell. They started making their way towards to library which is where they would meet Stiles and Lydia. “I want to.” Y/n said to Allison, continuing on the subject from before they walked into Ms. Morrell’s office. “And- I don't know how to explain it- I know how I feel about Stiles, but, I just can't right now.” She shook her head as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. Allison grabbed the sides of her arms and turned Y/n to face her, causing them both to stop walking. “I get it, I do. Trust me.” Allison smiled lightly to which Y/n returned the small gesture. “He’s mad at me now.” Y/n laughed quietly. “That's because he's a 16 year old boy,” Allison reasoned, “he'll get over it, and when he does- he’ll understand to Y/n. You don't see the way he looks at you, but I do.” Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, “How does he look at the?” “The way I look at Scott.” --- “If we’re doing a study group, why didn't we just stay in the library?” Lydia asked as Stiles hurriedly pushed her out the double doors exiting the library. “Because we’re meeting up with somebody else.” Which wasn't exactly a lie. They continued to walk down the halls a little ways and then suddenly from beside them Y/n and Allison approached and adjusted quickly to their walking pace. “Well, why don't they just meet us in the library?” Lydia asked again, pouting at the two girls that just showed up. “That would've been a great idea! Too late.” Stiles sighed unenthusiastically. Lydia stopped walking right in the middle of the hallway. “Okay, hold on-” Suddenly she was shoved forward by Jackson who had just joined them as well. “Lydia, shut up and walk.” And she obeyed, Y/n rolled her eyes at his unnecessary aggressiveness towards Lydia. She was just confused, she didn't know what was going on and that wasn't her fault. It was their’s. --- Stiles pulled the jeep and parked it next to the curb outside of Scott’s house. Everyone hopped out and made their way up the steps of the front porch. “If we’re studying at Scott’s house, then where’s Scott?” “You realize it's my house too, Lydia?” Y/n asked, expressing her annoyed attitude. “He's meeting us here!” Stiles chimed in. Stiles practically slammed the door, continuing to look all three locks present on the wooden piece. Lydia raised her eyebrows for him to explain the weird behavior. “Uh, there's been a few break-ins around the neighborhood.” Allison and Y/n looked at each other, knowing this was a disaster. The panicky and spastic boy then continued to place a chair underneath the door handle. Y/n closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall, waiting for him to explain this one. “And a murder!” He added way too excitedly. “Lydia, follow me. I need to talk to you for a minute.” Jackson motioned up the stairs, she followed but stopped halfway. She looked back at the three that still remained by the door, then continued to roll her eyes and walked the rest of the way up the stairs. Y/n felt overwhelmed with the turn the day had taken, afraid of passing out she took at seat at the bottom of the stairs and put her head in her hands. Allison and Stiles looking out the windows on either side of the door. “Stiles give me your phone.” Allison was the first to speak. “Why?” He asked as he handed it to her. She ignored him as she dialed Scott’s number waiting for him to pick up. “What's wrong?” The room was so quiet Stiles and Y/n could hear Scott’s voice. “It's me,” Allison replied, “you need to get here, right now.” “Okay. I'm leaving now. On my way.” The hand that was holding the phone fell down at her sides, Allison shook her head and laughed slightly. Stiles walked forward to retrieve his device but she pulled it back up and held it in both of her hands, prepared to make another phone call. “What are you doing?” Stiles voice caused Y/n to raise her head from her hands so she could observe the interaction. “I think- I think I have to call my dad.” Allison’s voice cracked as she struggled to hold back tears. “No, but if he finds you here- you and Scott-” Stiles tried to stop her but she cut him off. “I know. But what are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us, okay? They're here- they're here-” Allison couldn't restrain the tears any longer, letting them flow freely and stopping her from finishing what she was saying. “They're here to kill Lydia.” Y/n calmly filled in the black for her, Stiles and Allison looking over at the sounds of her voice. --- “I got an idea, just shoot one of them.” Stiles motioned to Allison as she held her cross-bow in her hands. “Are you serious?” She whispered, frightened. Y/n still remained on the stairs. “Look, they don't think we’re gonna fight, so if one of them gets hit, I guarantee they'll take off. So just shoot one of ‘em.” “Which one?” Allison shook her head and looked back out the window. “Uh- Derek. Yeah, shoot him, preferably in the head.” Stiles suggested. “If Scott was able to catch an arrow. Derek definitely can.” Y/n intervened, a pessimistic tone laced her words. “Just shoot one of the other three then.” Stiles angrily motioned with his arms. “You mean two?” Allison questioned as she was looking out at the street. This caused Y/n to finally move from her seated position, moving to look out the same window as Allison. She counted Derek, Erica, and Boyd… “Where the hell is Isaac?” She asked, turning to look at Stiles. Y/n didn't wait for a response as she ran up the stairs to where Jackson and Lydia were. As she reached the top of the stairs she saw Lydia standing in the hallway. Allison ran up right behind her. “What's happening?” Lydia asked with a terrified expression on her face. “Someone’s trying to break in.” Y/n lied quickly as she ran forward and grabbed Lydia’s arm. “Come with me.” She pulled Lydia into her room, continuing to drag her into her bathroom. “Stay in here, lock the door, got it?” She searched Lydia’s eyes as the girl nodded her head. Y/n shut the door, then waited until she heard the switch of the lock. Once she did, she ran back out in the hallway where Allison was standing right outside Scott’s room. “Stiles, it’s!” She shouted down the stairs to where Stiles remained. Then she turned to face Y/n, panic all over her face. “I'll take care of Erica, you get Isaac.” Y/n was about to protest saying she didn't have a weapon but before she could, Allison pulled out the two Chinese daggers that Y/n had been training with. Allison tossed them to her and she caught one in each hand, letting them spin until she grasped them in the position she wanted them. Y/n walked back into her room, head not facing straight in front of her. So you can imagine her surprise when she ran right into another person, that other person being Isaac. She stared up to his smirking face, speechless. “Nice to see you again too.” He smiled, so confidently it made her want to scream. “I won't let you touch her.” She snarled through gritted teeth, not in the mood for his sarcasm. “That's not really your choice.” He tilted his head to the side, looking his now yellow eyes with hers. “I won't fight you.” Y/n spoke. “Because you're afraid you'll lose like last time?” He stepped towards her, trying to intimidate her. Except she didn't step back, she remained exactly where she was. “No, I'm pretty sure I could easily kick your ass this time,” he laughed but she kept talking, “but I won't fight you because I don't think you want to fight me.” His smirk dropped, now he looked angry. “You don't know anything about me.” He snapped, eyes turning back to normal. “Maybe not. But that night you hesitated to hurt me- to kill me when you could've. And don't say you stopped because Derek told you to, because you stopped way before that. You don't want to kill her, Isaac. And you don't want to fight me either.” “Wanna bet?” He stepped forward again and this time she reacted by stepping back. “Okay,” she raised her eyebrows, catching him off guard as she let her daggers drop out of her grasp and onto the floor, “do it then: hit me, bite me, kill me.” Y/n shouted at him, completely calm. He just stared at her dumbfounded. ‘Come on’ he spoke to himself inside his head, trying to motivate himself. But he couldn't, he wouldn't. Looking into her eyes right now, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. He opened his mouth to say something but was caught off guard as the Kabila fell from the ceiling, grabbing Y/n’s neck and holding her against the wall. She squinted her eyes in pain, not wanting to look at the creature. Without even thinking about it, Isaac reacted by grabbing the tail of the Kanima and throwing it away from Y/n. The Kanima hissed at the two, then hurried out the window and onto the roof. “Thank you.” Y/n whispered, staring wide-eyed at Isaac. He didn't say anything as an unsuspected arrow laced with Kanima venom shot him in the leg. Allison entered the room, and killer look ok her face as she stared Isaac down. Scott walking behind her, a limp Erica propped over his shoulder as he dropped down to pick Isaac’s paralyzed body up and placing it over his other shoulder. Y/n speechless followed Allison and Scott down the stairs, where Stiles and Lydia stood on the front porch facing Derek. Once the last year had made it onto the porch Scott tossed the two bodies in front of Derek’s feet. “I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott.” Derek smiled at the beta, “You're not an omega, you're already an alpha of your own pack.” Scott looked behind him, seeing Y/n, Allison, Stiles and Lydia all standing behind him. He knew Derek was right. “But, you know you can't beat me.” “We can hold you off until the cops get here.” Y/n interrupted, smiling when she saw the distraught look on Derek’s face. “You know Derek, when no one else would tell me the truth, you did. I thought you were a friend, thank you for showing me the real you.” Y/n told Derek as she walked forward to stand beside Scott. “Get them out of here.” Derek ordered Boyd without saying anything back to Y/n. --- Allison took Lydia home while Stiles stayed behind to help Scott and Y/n fix anything that has broken during the multiple fights that took place tonight. “I can't believe it's Jackson.” Stiles whispered. “Really? You can't believe Jackson who verbally abuses his girlfriend and isn't nice to a single person, is a homicidal lizard?” Y/n replied sarcastically as she placed a lamp back on the table in the living room. “Way to go taking out Isaac tonight Y/n.” Scott changed the topic. “Actually I didn't do anything,” Y/n stated, causing both boys to look at her and urging for her to continue, “he saved me from Jackson tonight.” Neither of the boys spoke, Scott looked confused while Stiles expression could be described as… jealous? “His dad was murdered and he had no friends, So of course he accepted Derek’s offer. But I don't think he wants to be the bad guy.” “Are you- are you kidding? Do you know how many already bad things he's done?” Stiles started shouting. “Yeah- because he's been told to do them, they're all afraid of Derek.” Y/n shouted back. “Okay stop!” Scott interjected himself between the two. Y/n stared into Stiles’ confused eyes while he stared into her angry one. “We should be trying to help them, all of them.” Y/n looked at Scott now, referring to Derek’s three betas. “Y/n, they have to want to be helped.” Scott replied to his desperate sister. With that, Y/n didn't feel like she could be in the same room as them anymore. She quickly went upstairs and into her room. She stomped through the door and ran her hands through her hair, so overwhelmed with the situation. Once her hands dropped to her sides, she turned around to see Stiles standing at her door frame. She couldn't tell if she was relieved or if she wanted to slam the door in his face. “What?” She asked. It was dark, but from the tone of Y/n’s voice Stiles knew she was trying not to cry. “I just came to say I’m sorry. Not just for right now, for the other night.” “It seems like that's all we know how to do when it comes to each other ,” Y/n locked her eyes with his, “apologize.” Stiles didn't know what to say to her as she sat down. He decided to approach her cautiously and sit down next to her. Y/n didn't look at him, staring down at the floor. It was only when she felt his warm hand intertwining his fingers in her cold one, that she looked up to him. “That's not all we know how to do,” he whispered with a small smile, lifting up his other hand and placing it on the side of her face while using the pad of his thumb to wipe away her fallen tear, “and you know that.” Stiles leaned forward and Y/n involuntarily followed his actions until their lips found each other in a slow, yet passionate kiss. Y/n was to the first to pull away once she realized what was happening, no matter how much she wanted to stay. “Stiles-” she sighed with her eyes still closed, holding onto the kiss. “I know.” He cut her off, smiling kindly. “I’ll give you all the time you need.” Speechless, Y/n was left to watch Stiles walk through her door, leaving her alone with her thoughts. And an overwhelming sense of admiration for him. •• and that's all(:••

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Believe It or Not- every part so far Summary: episode by episode, follow y/n McCall on her journey through the Teen Wolf world and her journey with Stiles Stilinski. https://officialmccall.tumblr.com/post/154920935033/believe-it-or-not-part-1 https://officialmccall.tumblr.com/post/154952950873/believe-it-or-not-part-2 https://officialmccall.tumblr.com/post/154992006708/believe-it-or-not-part-3 https://officialmccall.tumblr.com/post/155050127363/believe-it-or-not-part-4 https://officialmccall.tumblr.com/post/155167746538/believe-it-or-not-part-5 https://officialmccall.tumblr.com/post/155350310698/believe-it-or-not-part-6 https://officialmccall.tumblr.com/post/155564271373/believe-it-or-not-part-7 https://officialmccall.tumblr.com/post/155762546578/believe-it-or-not-part-8 https://officialmccall.tumblr.com/post/155955007623/believe-it-or-not-part-9 https://officialmccall.tumblr.com/post/156233692968/believe-it-or-not-part-10 https://officialmccall.tumblr.com/post/156497096418/believe-it-or-not-part-11 https://officialmccall.tumblr.com/post/156756152528/believe-it-or-not-part-12 https://officialmccall.tumblr.com/post/157190872828/believe-it-or-not-part-13 https://officialmccall.tumblr.com/post/157539420448/believe-it-or-not-part-14 https://officialmccall.tumblr.com/post/158130632143/believe-it-or-not-part-15 https://officialmccall.tumblr.com/post/158460154563/believe-it-or-not-part-16 https://officialmccall.tumblr.com/post/159304392988/believe-it-or-not-part-17

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Believe It Or Not. Part 16.

Summary: the gang devises a plan to finally start putting some puzzle pieces together. However, while Allison and Scott find themselves in some trouble... Stiles and Y/n find themselves in a pickle of their own. Warnings: no one gets to finish a sentence in this chapter rip Song: "Verbatim" by Blackbear -----------/// (Based off 2x04 “Abomination”) Scott was really mad, he was barely talking to y/n. Every effort she made to try and talk to him- he ignored. Honestly, it really starting to tear her apart. She wasn't sleeping, barely eating. Y/n needed her brother, and as much as she felt he was overreacting she hated not having him around her. She was walking down the stairs, the sound of the door opening and Scott walking through grabbed her attention. Not even making eye contact with the girl, he approached the stairs and started to jog up them. “Hey Scott-” she attempted again as he just passed right by her, not acknowledging her existence. “How long?” She called out to him, hearing this caused him to stop just as he reached the top of the stairs. She turned to face him, but he kept his back to her. “I mean seriously, we agreed that night when you sat with me in the hospital, Scott- no secrets. No secrets means I’m involved, and involvement means I need to be able to protect myself-” “I didn't want you involved in any of this!” He yelled, cutting y/n off. “I said no more secrets. That's means you get to know what’s happening. Not that you get to be apart of it.” His voice reached a lower volume now as he continued, “y/n, this world that we’ve all been pulled into… it sucks. It sucks, and it's dangerous. I don’t want you risking your life like that again, okay?” “You sound just like Stiles.” She scoffed dismissively at him. She turned around to continue walking down the stairs. “Y/n you need to understand--” “No, Scott,” she cut him off, whipping around and holding her hand up. She tried to stay calm but now she was filled with so much rage she couldn't help but yell, “you need to understand- understand that whether or not I risk my life, is not your decision. I’m not going to be the only person who acts like everything is fine and normal when it's not, especially not when my friends- and you- need me the most.” She paused, needing a second to breathe, “I’m going to keep training with Allison. I'm gonna learn how to fight, and you're going to have to accept that.” “I’M TRYING TO KEEP YOU SAFE!” Scott shouted, desperately trying to reach her as he approached her. “YOU’RE NOT AN ALPHA SCOTT!” She retaliated. She calmed down immediately after, hating the sound of her own voice as she yelled. “And you're certainly not mine.” She whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. Y/n didn't give him a chance to say anything else as she stormed out of the house, slamming the door. Scott stood there, afraid that if he moved he wouldn't be able to keep himself from falling. All he ever wanted, was for her to be safe. Because if he couldn't protect her he was useless. Her safety was the only reason he lied to her when this all first began. But then again, look how that ended up. --- The sound of the door slamming behind her, y/n practically ran off the porch. She headed straight for her car that was parked in the driveway. She got in, met with the cold touch of the seat on her legs. She just sat there, the keys above the ignition not yet placed in. It was already dark out, the moon reflecting her face onto her windshield. Where would she go? She had nowhere in mind but it felt like she needed to just leave, clear her head. She was tired of being underestimated, and of everyone acting like she needed to be protected. Maybe she used to be, but that was going to change. As if on cue, the sound of her phone ringing caught her attention. The caller ID read out Stiles’ name, y/n immediately swiped the green symbol of a phone right to answer. “Hello?” “Hi,” his voice instantly calmed her down, “can you come pick me up?” “Where are you?” “I’m outside the mechanic shop with the police-” “Stiles are you okay?” She asked panicky, hearing him chuckled in response at her immediate concern. “Yeah, yeah I'm fine. They just have to keep my jeep as evidence because- well it's a long story. I'll explain it when you get here.” She smiled, feeling better that nothing serious had happened, “I’m on my way.” Then she hung up, starting up her car and driving to Stiles. --- Y/n pulled into the parking lot of the mechanic shop. She had seen the blinking police lights from a block away, now they were blinding her. As she drove on a little more, her eyes landed on Stiles standing and talking to his dad. Y/n honked the horn of her car a couple times to signal she was there, laughing as it scared the boy so bad he jumped. He jogged the rest of the way to her car, opening the door and taking his place in the passenger seat. “What happened?” She asked, once she saw the expression on his face. “Well, that thing that attacked you and Allison in Isaac’s house payed me a visit tonight.” He sighed, “It killed the guy working on my car. And this really weird thing happened, it scratched the back of my neck, but when it did I was paralyzed from the neck down.” Y/n reached across the middle console pulled down the part of his shirt covering his neck, taking a look at the scratch. “Did it’s claws have some type of poison on them?” She inquired. “I don't know, maybe. The only thing I know is that Scott was right. It's not a werewolf, I mean, it's eyes were almost like, reptilian. But there was something else about them.” As he said the last part, his eyes shifted away from her and out the window. The blinking lights illuminating his golden eyes. “What do you mean?” Y/n pressed for him to continue. “You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes and you feel like you know 'em but you just can't figure out who it is?” Stiles’ eyes still hadn’t shifted from the window as he explained himself. She placed her hand on top of his, “Are you saying you know who it is?” “No,” he swallowed audibly, his eyes now meeting hers as he looked into the mm desperately, “but I think it knew me.” --- Y/n got to class a little early, taking her seat in her desk and pulling out her textbook. Although, she didn't know how anyone expected her to focus in class right now. Her mind was occupied with too much. Another mythical creature? Because apparently the whole werewolf thing wasn't enough. She was taken out of her thoughts at the sound of someone slamming into the desk next to her. She looked over to see Stiles panting like crazy, taking a hit from his inhaler before he was finally able to breathe normally. “What’s wrong with you?” Y/n laughed at the state of the boy. Still not fully recovered, he just rolled his eyes at her. “Since Allison and Scott have to keep everything they do on the down-low, I've been their personal fricken messenger.” He complained, arms flailing all about per usual. “Ah yes, and what’s the supernatural problem on the agenda for today?” Taking another deep breath, Stiles told her the whole plan without even pausing, “Apparently, Gerard has some kind of book called a- a bestiary. But Allison can’t get to it without his keys. So she invited him to the lacrosse game tonight.” Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, “So… how exactly is that going to work?” “Well we all know I'll be spending my night on the bench. Once Allison has the keys, I’ll walk by the bleachers and grab them from her. Then I’ll head into the school and get it from his office.” Nodding her head along with the story, y/n tried to process the events that lied in front of them for the night. “Is there anything I can do to help?” She offered. “You’re plan B.” Stiles stated firmly. Seeing the confusion in her face, he elaborated, “if something goes wrong, and I get caught, you take my place.” She laughed, “and Scott agreed to this?” Wondering how they pulled it off since her brother’s attitude toward her want to help. “Yeah, Allison told me about that…” Stiles squinted his eyes guiltily, “so he doesn't actually know about your part.” Y/n smiled widely at the spastic boy in front of her, “perfect.” --- She stood on the sidelines. Pom Poms in hand and high-kicking her way through her anxiety. As y/n went through each cheer routine, she couldn't help but let her eyes shift to Allison and Gerard, waiting for Stiles to make his move. On the field, she watched this gigantic kid from the other team practically plow through their own boys. “Is that thing even a teenager?” She leaned over and asked the girl next to her on her squad, whose name was Caroline. “Eddie Abramovitz,” the blonde answered, “they call him the ‘Abomination.’” “Cute.” Y/n sneered. She shifted her gaze back to bench, but this time when she did Stiles wasn’t sitting there anymore. She looked up quickly enough to see the boy running across the parking lot and into the school. Every second of the game that passed from then on was just pure anxiety from waiting to see him come back. Back to the game, since Stiles was gone coach was desperate to find another player as all of his were getting injured. He had picked a random person from the crowd, which y/n didn't really care about until she saw who stood up. It was Boyd. She immediately made eye contact with Allison in the stands. Allison held up her phone in her hand while Gerard was distracted with the game, shaking her hand signaling for y/n to check her phone. Y/n quickly ran to her bag, rummaging through until she found the cellular device, a text from Allison waiting. ‘Stiles has been gone for too long- isn't answering my messages- time for plan B.’ As y/n got to the end of the message, she gulped. If Stiles wasn’t answering his phone, who knew what she was going to run into in the school. She grabbed her jacket, slipping it on. She turned her head in all directions to make sure no one was watching her, and then slipped away from the game. --- “Stiles?” Y/n called out hesitantly as she walked through the empty- and dark- hallways of the school. Getting no reply, she became more nervous. Hugging her arms around herself for comfort. “Marco?” She tried again, quieter this time because she wasn’t keen about a homicidal creature tracking her down because of her cynical sense of humor. She got to the end of the hallways that lead to the pool, y/n needed to cross through the pool to get to Gerard’s office. As she rounded the corner she let out a scream as she ran into someone… who also let out a scream. “Stiles what the hell!?” She yelled as she realized who it was. “Me what the hell? What are you doing here?” He retaliated. “Plan B.” Was all she said, sighing. “What's plan B?” A voice said from behind them, causing them to hurriedly turn around. Derek and Erica staring at them. “Derek.” Stiles unenthusiastically pointed out. The alpha made fierce eye contact with y/n, making her bones shiver. Stiles stepped in front of her protectively. “What did you see that night in the Lahey house?” The tall man asked her. “Uh, several alarming child care violations that I’m seriously considering reporting.” She replied sarcastically, Derek really being the last person she wanted to talk to. He stepped closer to them, they took a step back. “Holy god.” Stiles breathed out, Derek’s intimidation having an effect on them. Subconsciously, Stiles hand reached back to grasp y/n’s. “Let’s try that again.” Derek asked, his voice more laced with anger this time. Letting his eyes grow red. “Alright,” y/n put her hands up defensively, “All right, the thing was pretty slick looking. Um, skin was dark. Kind of patterned. Uh, I think I actually saw scales. Is that enough? Okay, because I've somebody I really need to talk to - Hrr. All right, fine, eyes. Eyes are, um, yellowish. And slitted. Um, has a lot of teeth. Oh. And it's got a tail, too. Are we good? What? Wait, have you seen it? You have this look on your faces like you know exactly what I am talking about.” Examining the expressions on their faces, y/n and stiles simultaneously turned around. Up above them, they saw the creature perched on top of a railing. The waves of the pool illuminating the thing’s scaly skin. “Run!” Derek commanded, each of them taking off across the pool deck. Before Derek or Erica were quick enough to react, the supernatural animal threw Erica back into the wall and scratched Derek on the neck. He immediately suffered the same effects as Stiles had during his encounter. “Derek your neck!” Stiles yelled out, catching him before he fell completely. “Where is it? Can you see it?” Y/n panicked, looking around her in every direction as her heart pound out of her chest. “I can smell it-” Derek winced, “call Scott!” She rushed to remove her phone from her jacket pocket, her fingers struggling to find Scott’s contact name. This is what she hated. ‘come on y/n, pull yourself together’ she could hear her own voice in her head. She was weak. Her hands gripped her phone harder, stopping all the shaking. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. If they were going to be okay, she needed to get ahold of Scott. Y/n opened her eyes and returned to her original task. Just this time without shaking hands. Proud of herself, she smiled. Until it instantly fell from her face. “Y/n what's wrong?” Stiles had been watching her the entire time. Y/n pushed a fallen strand of her behind her ear, lifting her gaze to meet Stiles’ eyes. He could see how wide they were with fear. “My phone just died.” What were they going to do? “Where did it go? Did you see it?” Stiles returned his attention to Derek. “No…” the alpha groaned obviously still in pain. “Okay, maybe it took off.” Stiles tried to be optimistic, y/n rolling her eyes in response. All of the sudden they heard the sound of metal dropping from somewhere. “Maybe not.” Derek whispered. Causing them both the gulp nervously. --- “Oh good! You're back! Dinner’s almost ready.” Victoria Argent sang as her daughter walked through the door, followed by Gerard. “How was the game?” Chris asked from behind her, slightly noticing the uncomfortable look on Allison’s face but decided to ignore it. “Why don't you ask the star player?” Gerard beamed with a smile, stepping aside to reveal the one and only Scott McCall. “Hi.” The boy smiled, trying not to pass out noticing the look on Chris’ face. --- “What am I supposed to do!” Y/n screamed at Stiles… who was now in the pool due to trying to save Derek from drowning. “Get me out of here before I drown!” Derek complained. Stiles, completely beside himself, turned to Derek. “You're worried about drowning? Did you notice the thing out there with multiple rows of razor sharp teeth?” The sarcastic boy seethed. “Did you notice I’m paralyzed from the neck down in eight feet of water?” The two bantered. “Did you notice that the only one of us stuck on land with the thing with razor sharp teeth- IS ME.” Y/n pulled their attention back to her now. “Okay I don't see it.” Stiles answered. Shifting her gaze from the two pathetic boys in the pool, she saw the animal on the other side of the pool. Claws wrapped around the edge, staring right at her. She lost her words for a second when she locked eyes with it. Stiles was right- they looked really familiar. “That's because it’s behind you.” Y/n whispered, her eyes not leaving it for one moment. Stiles re-situated himself and Derek in the water so that they could see it too. “What’s It waiting for?” Stiles broke the silence. Y/n watched it intently. She watched as it backed away from the pool, and then just as it would start getting closer the water would send a glare of light into it’s eyes and it would back away again. “I don’t think it can swim.” She answered Stiles. --- “Do you mind if we’re excused,” Allison’s voice broke the tension consuming the dinner table, “there’s actually some notes from English I need to go over with Scott.” The sound of her father’s fork dropping on his plate making both Allison and Scott jump. “I’m not sure it's appropriate.” “Okay, I’m the one who's supposed to be old-fashioned here. The two of you. Go!” Gerard nodded towards the two teenagers. They quickly left their chairs, trying not to move too abruptly as to make Allison’s parents think they were hiding something. “Come here, come here.” Allison whispered, grabbing Scott’s and leading him up the stairs. She had pulled him into what looked like an old study, bookcases lined the shelves and there was an old desk with a leather chair pushed right underneath it. He got down on his knees in front of a metal safe, Allison sat down in a chair right next to him. Allison leaned forward and took the lock in her hands, convinced that she knew that passcode. She rotated a combination of numbers until she was done, trying to pull on the cold metal a sigh left her mouth. The lock didn’t budge. “All right. There goes that plan.” Frustrated, she threw herself back in her chair. “Wait. Actually- let me try something.” Allison leaned forward again, letting her elbows rest on her knees. Watching us Scott picked up the lock. Shutting his eyes, he used his senses the way d Derek had coached him in Isaac’s basement. His fingers started to move the numbers around, except it wasn’t his mind controlling his actions, it was all of his senses. Once he put the last number in place, Scott pulled on the lock, smiling proudly after hearing the click signaling that he had gotten it open. He looked at Allison with the widest grin on his face, which she thought was adorable. “You wanna hit a few banks later?” She whispered, smiling back as they both laughed. He reached inside and pulled out a book wrapped in leather, Opening it, he read allowed the first writing he saw. “Salmon, tarte, creme fraiche, what is this?” His face twisted in confusion. “A recipe,” Allison realized crossing her arms, “a cookbook.” --- “Okay. Okay, I don’t think I can do this much longer.” Stiles complained as he continued to tread water to hold Derek up. “Y/n, I need your help.” Stiles’ panting voice made her look at him as she stood at the edge of the pool. Stiles slowly started to move himself and Derek closer to her, which she didn’t notice too busy being scared. “My help? What can I do?” y/n whisper-yelled at Stiles. “I’m not strong enough to continue to hold Derek until his paralysis wears off-” “Okay then just let him sink and we can make a run for it.” Y/n cut him off. “Don’t even think about it.” The alpha growled. “We need him until then okay y/n, look at me,” gulping and not wanting to take her eyes off the animal, she slowly let her eyes meet Stiles’, “he’s the only one who’s going to be able to fight that thing.” Y/n knew he was right. Looking into his eyes and hearing him say it, made her feel safer somehow. He always made her feel safer, no matter what the situation. “Okay, what do you need me to do?” She took a deep breath, smiling at him. “I’m going to need you to switch places with me.” “What? Are you-” But before she could finish she felt a hand grip her ankle, looking down to see that the hand belonged Stiles. “Oh no you don”t-” She started to argue before she was cut off again by the cold feeling of her body hitting water. She reached the surface gasping for air, seeing Stiles now on land and running across the concrete of the pool deck to reach his phone that he’d thrown to the side. “What the hell are you doing!” She yelled at him, moving her arms from side to side in the water to stay afloat. “My phones not dead so I’m gonna try to call Scott on mine.” The boy explained frantically “You realize you could’ve just told me where your phone was right?” She yelled back. “Yeah, yeah but- I was getting tired and I don’t like pools.” Y/n rolled her eyes and sighed, that tended to be her only reaction towards him these days. “My hero.” She passively whispered. Then she noticed that a very angry presence was missing from the atmosphere, looking down through the waves of the water to see Derek at the bottom. “Oh shit.” y/n inhaled as much air as she could before diving under the water. She swam her way towards his body and wrapped her arms under his, struggling but successfully pulling him to the surface. Once she pushed both of them through, loud gasps from Derek echoed through the pool. “Tell me you got him.” Derek questioned Stiles. “No, he hung up. He friggin hung up!” “I need something to hold onto.” Y/n groaned, her strength slipping away from her, “Stiles come help me out.” She started pushing both her and Derek towards the edge. “Yeah- well- I’m a little busy right now.” Stiles looked straight ahead to find himself looking into the eyes of the animal-thing. He didn’t move, hell he didn’t even breathe. “Stiles.” Y/n nervously whined. Hating that she didn’t know what to do. And even if she did she probably wouldn’t be able to do it. But right now, watching what was happening in front of her, scared her more than it did when she was the one in danger. Before she could say anything else, she watched as Stiles was thrown to the side on the pool deck, leaving Scott in his place to face the crazy lizard thing. Y/n watched with wide eyes from the pool, still treading water to keep herself and Derek above the surface. However, she was really starting to get tired. “Derek…” She whispered, shutting her eyes and gritting her teeth. “No y/n don’t give up okay.” Derek tried to encourage her, but she was already slipping out of consciousness. He could tell, because as she started slipping out of consciousness, he was slipping under the water. “Y/n, no, come on wake up-” he was cut off by water entering his mouth and choking him. Still paralyzed, there was nothing he could do to stop them from sinking any further. Up on land, Stiles had hit his head on the pool deck pretty hard causing him to pass out for a little bit. When he woke up, the first thing he saw was Scott and the strange animal fighting, and it looked like Scott was winning. Remembering that there were two other people there, he found the strength to roll onto his stomach so he could face the pool. All the blood draining from his face when his eyes were met with very still water, unaccompanied by anyone. “Y/n.” He yelled, finding it in himself to stand up and run to the edge of the pool. He looked through the clear water to see that both y/n and Derek had sunk all the way to the bottom. He was just about to dive into the water when all the sudden a huge splash emerged above the surface, through y/n on the ground next to Stiles. Stiles bent down to to help her up, rubbing her back as she doubled over to spit out all the water that had been lodged in her throat. “What happened?” Y/n finally stood up, letting Stiles wrap his arms around her. “Looks like Derek’s paralysis wore off.” --- “How are we supposed to figure out what that thing is?” Scott waved his arms around as they all stood outside the school, y/n slightly shivering from still being wet. “It’s called a kanima.” Derek said calmly, standing in front of them and studying each of their reactions. “You knew the whole time?” Stiles complained. “No. Only when it was confused by it’s own reflection.” Y/n stood there furrowing her eyebrows, “It doesn’t know what it is.” “Or who.” Derek turned to her, confirming her statement. “What else do you know?” Stiles asked, simultaneously reaching over and grabbing y/n’s hand in his own. When y/n felt his hand on hers, she immediately pulled away, taking a step to the side to expand the space between them. She didn’t let herself look at him, afraid the see the hurt expression that took over his face. “Just stories, rumors.” Derek broke the tension. “But it’s like us?” Scott pushed for confirmation. Derek tilted his head, “A shape-shifter, yes, but it’s- it’s not right. It’s like a-” Silence fell as he found himself at a loss for words. “An abomination.” Y/n found the words for him. “Derek? We need to work together on this. Maybe even tell the Argents.” Scott hesitantly stepped forward. “You trust them?” Derek scoffed. “Nobody trusts anyone!” Scott was now yelling, “That’s the problem. While we’re here, arguing about who’s on what side, there’s something scarier, stronger and faster than any of us, and it’s killing people and we still don’t even know anything about it.” Scott finished angrily, taking a deep breath. Y/n noticed how tensed up Scott was, so she cautiously stepped forward. Reaching out and placing a hand on her brother’s shoulder. No matter how mad she was at him for before, she would always be there for him when he needed her the most. And she knew it was the same for him when it came to her, she knew by the way his hand full on top of hers. “I know one thing, when I find it? I’m gonna kill it.” --- Derek was long gone, but Stiles, Y/n, and Scott couldn’t find it in themselves to move from their spot outside the school. No one was talking, and then Scott’s phone rang and broke the silence. He answered but y/n didn’t hear anything that was said, too focused on looking on the ground and avoiding Stiles’ gaze. “Y/n!” Scott’s voice broke her from her slight coma. “What, yeah?” She shook herself out of it and looked at her brother. “Mom called and she needs a ride, I’m gonna go pick her up okay?” She nodded her head and gave him a small smile to let him know that she’s be okay. “I’ll give her a ride.” Stiles jumped in, giving Scott the okay to leave. So he left. When Scott was gone y/n started walking away from the school, Stiles jogged to catch up with her. When he got close enough he grabbed her forearm to stop her. “Where are you going?” He questioned her, confused. “Home.” She answered shortly. “Y/n you’re still wet and it’s freezing outside, get in the jeep,” he demanded. She raised her eyebrows towards him at his tone. “Please.” He added when he saw her facial expression. Sighing, she looked up into his eyes seeing the desperation in them, she walked right past him without saying a word. Approaching the passenger side of the jeep and getting inside. Smiling slightly, Stiles followed and got in the car after her. Placing his keys in the ignition and quickly driving out of the school parking lot. Once they were on the road, he used this time alone as an opportunity. “Why did you kiss me?” Y/n stopped looking out the window and turned to face him. “That’s kind of direct don’t you think?” “Just answer the question please.” Stile replied angrily, obviously not in the mood for sarcasm… which was very rare. She sighed, looking forward through the windshield and taking a deep breath. “I kissed you- because I couldn’t stand to continue for there to be secrets between us- you and, me and Scott. I needed to tell you-” tears started to fall from her eyes, she finally looked over at Stiles. His eyes immediately locked with hers. “I just couldn’t tell you with words.” she finished in a whisper, but he heard her. Silence consumed the both of them, Stiles processing the information and y/n not knowing what else to say. “I don’t exactly understand how feelings work,” Stiles’ voice grabbed her attention, but he kept his eyes forward and on the road, “but I know I have really strong ones for you. I have for a really long time,” he laughed even though nothing was really funny, “Maybe even before all this happened, and I just hadn’t figured it out yet.” ‘What about Lydia?” She asked, not able to take her eyes off of him as she awaited his answer. “Haven’t you figured it out? Whatever I thought I had for Lydia, is non-existent compared to how I feel when I look at you and you’re already smiling at me.” The sight of Stiles Stilinski tearing up took y/n’s breath away, she was already crying. Silent tears had been sliding down her face the whole time he was explaining himself to her. “Stop the car.” She suddenly yelled out. “What?-” “I said stop the car! Just pull over okay?” Without another word, Stiles turned the wheel of the jeep and pulled up next to the curb. Confused, he continued to put the car in park and then turned his whole body towards Y/n. “Okay, I stopped the car. Now would you mind telling me why-” He didn’t have time to finish his sentence before y/n had grabbed the sides of his face and smashed his lips against hers. The kiss tasted like tears and desperation, but they both needed it. After what seemed like an eternity they both pulled away for air, letting their eyes have the conversation for them. “Stiles,” y/n sighed, shutting her eyes and breathing deeply, “everything that you just described is exactly how I feel about you.” She opened her eyes to a smile on his face, making her heart ache knowing she put the smile on his face and in a few seconds she was also the one who was going to make it go away. “But-” “Oh no, no, please don’t say but-” He started complaining, shaking his head. “But,” y/n said again, ignoring him, “with everything going on right now; I can barely focus on school, I can’t sleep…” He wasn’t looking at her, disappointment consuming his features as he stared out the windshield. Y/n reached over and grabbed his hand gently. “Please look at me when I say this.” She whispered. “I already know what you’re going to say.” He looked at her reluctantly. “I know, but I need to say it,” she reached her hand out and placed it on the side of his face, he unconsciously leaned into her touch, “right now, I can’t be in a relationship. Please Understand.” “I understand.” Stiles whispered, restarting the jeep. But he was angry, she could tell. “But when this is all over, when we can go back to being normal teenagers… I’m all yours.” Y/n smiled, not wanting him to be mad at her. “Yeah, let’s just drop it okay.” He snapped at her. Y/n let herself fall back in her seat, rolling over and looking back out the window. The silence eating a hole away in her heart, not knowing that Stiles was feeling the same effect.

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Believe It or Not. Part 15.

Summary: The group encounters another problem as Derek continues to turn teenagers into werewolves, but they all still try to live their lives giving y/n and Stiles a chance to be alone. On the side, y/b asks Allison for a favor. Song to listen to: Atlas Hands by Benjamin Francis FEEDBACK IS NEEDED (Based off 2x03 “Ice Pick”) In PE class y/n stood on the ground, watching Allison and Scott climb the rock wall. Once they both returned to ground, coach picked out two more people to take their turn. “Stilinski, McCall, let's go.” Stiles hit her arm playfully, “hope you don’t mind losing.” She honestly was trying to keep as much distance between her and Stiles as she could. Every time y/n was around him now she just felt uncomfortable. “Actually coach, if you don’t mind, I’ll wait until the next round.” Coach nodded his head, “Erica, you're up.” Stiles sent her a confused look, but she missed it as she just continued to look down at her feet. He just brushed it off for now and got ready to climb. Scott approached his sister from behind, “everything okay?” He whispered in her ear. “Yeah, good.” She turned to him, smiling to reassure him. Unconvinced, Scott decided it wasn’t a good idea to push for information right now. Stiles easily made it up and down the wall. Erica however, hadn’t even gotten halfway yet. Y/n started to hear the faint noise of someone crying. “That’s Erica.” She heard Scott say to Allison, concern washing over all of them. Everyone gathered around into a tight circle to watch the girl. “Erica, dizzy?” Coach called out to her, “Is it vertigo?” “Vertigo’s a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. She’s just freaking out.” Lydia piped up standing right next to y/n. Y/n looked at her confused, she wondered how smart Lydia actually was. “I’m fine!” The blonde girl shouted down from her spot on the wall. “Coach, it's probably not safe. You know she’s epileptic.” Allison stepped forward offering her knowledge. Coach tried his best to calm her down, finally convincing her just jump off the wall. She hesitantly followed directions, using both feet to push her weight away from the wall. Once she landed all color flooded back to her face. A lot of people started laughing at the distressed state of the girl. Y/n reached forward to try and say something to her, but she practically ran out of the room. - “What do you mean tonight’s not a good idea?” Stiles asked his best friend. They had plans to go to the ice rink with y/n and Allison. Stiles was really looking forward to it, for possibly some time alone with y/n. He really needed to talk to her, and maybe even be honest with her about his feelings. “I don't know,” Scott sighed, “that thing that we saw last night, Isaac missing, Allison’s grandfather. All this stuff happening with Derek, I just- doesn’t feel right.” He shook his head, removing his shirt and grabbing a new one from his locker. “No, you're not backing out!” Stiles complained, “Do you wanna know why? Because you and Allison are obviously having quite a good time together. Also, I really need this time with y/n man. When she got out of the hospital I thought we were finally going to have time to talk about the kiss. Then bam, Derek’s biting everyone in sight and Lydia was missing and everything’s just a mess all over again.” He slammed his locker as he finished his thought. “Wait, you kissed my sister?” Scott’s attention finally all on Stiles. Shutting his locker just as Stiles put a clean shirt on. “Yeah dude- well technically she kissed me- but yeah like forever ago. Scott keep up.” Scott smiled, shaking his head and deciding to drop the topic. Then he remember, “Oh, Allison invited Lydia too.” - Y/n was walking down the halls quietly during passing period, not really paying attention to her surroundings until Jackson angrily stormed past her, bumping her shoulder and causing her to drop her things. “Didn’t mean to get in your way!” She shouted at him, rolling her eyes and bending down to retrieve her things. She stood back up to see Jackson holding Lydia against the wall. Fear evident in the girl’s eyes. Y/n immediately made her way towards the abuse happening in front of her. She missed half of what Jackson said but made it just in time to hear the last of it. “You ruined it for me. You ruined everything!” “Hey!” Y/n cut him off, making both him and Lydia look at her, “How about you leave her alone, and go to class.” Jackson raised his eyebrows, laughing at her. He walked to her until he was right in front of y/n staring into her eyes. She tried to keep her breathing steady, her heart actually racing. “What makes you think you can tell me what to do?” He whispered coldly. “I think that I have the sheriff on speed-dial and everyone in the school hallways right now is staring right at you.” Y/n smiled as he realized that she was right. “So go ahead, try something.” She didn't even blink, just watched him storm off in defeat, focusing her attention back to Lydia. “Are you okay?” She walked towards the frightened girl. “I didn't need your help.” Was all Lydia said, taking y/n by surprise. She watched as Lydia ran away from her and into the girl’s bathroom. “You're welcome.” Y/n whispered sarcastically, making her way to class. --- Y/n stood in her room mute, just kind of staring at all the clothes hanging in her closet. She was actually kind of nervous for tonight, what if she and Stiles actually got a chance to talk, what would she say? What made her even more anxious was the thought that they might not talk about anything at all. Sighing, she decided on a pair of simple light colored jeans with a few rips in them and and light blue shirt. Once she was fully dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror. And for the first time, she didn’t like what was staring back at her. She didn’t see herself. She saw a girl who was weak. A girl that needed to always be protected, a girl that wasn’t able to help her friends, someone who was a liability rather than an important part of the team. Y/n didn’t want to be that girl. She needed to know how to fight, how to protect herself now that she was involved with everything in the werewolf world. Y/n pulled out her phone and dialed Allison’s number. “Hey,” the girl answered enthusiastically, “I was just about to call you actually. I just finished getting ready.” “Okay great. I’ll be on my way in about 3 minutes. And Allison-” y/n couldn’t bring herself to form the words at the edge of her lips. “Y/n what is it?” Allison asked through the phone. “It’s nothing,” she replied quickly, “never mind, I'll be there soon.” Then she hung up the phone. --- Y/n’s car pulled up next the curb right outside Allison’s house. She sent Allison a quick text to let her know she was here. Only a couple of minutes later the brunette swung through the doorway and made her way towards the car. She opened the door with a wide smile, obviously excited for what the night held for them. “I can’t believe we’re breaking into the ice rink.” She laughed excitedly, happiness glowing in her eyes. Y/n laughed at her friend, “Really? I can’t believe my brother’s a werewolf and that you’re family is practically a cult of werewolf hunters.” She replied sarcastically, smirking at Allison. “You’re so funny…” Allison shook her head. The next stop was Lydia’s house, which was about a ten minute drive from Allison’s. The majority of the drive was filled with comfortable silence between the two, light music from the radio playing in the background. Y/n played along with the silence, her fingers anxiously tapping on the steering wheel until she just couldn’t bear the weight of her own thoughts anymore. “Allison…” she started, grabbing the girl’s attention from beside her before continuing, “who taught you how to fight?” “My dad.” She answered immediately, “why are you asking?” Allison pushed with curiosity. “I just-” Y/n sighed, not really knowing what she wanted to say or how she wanted to say it. “That night, in the Lahey house, when that thing attacked- I- I didn’t know what to do! And I- I felt…” Y/n lost all train of thought, feeling tears form at the edges of her eyes she took a deep breath. “Weak?” Allison interrupted, with an all too knowing look on her face, they were at a stoplight so y/n took the time to look Allison in her eyes as she continued. “You felt like someone needed to come in and rescue you?” Y/n slowly nodded her head as Allison finally put all of her feelings into words. Allison kept talking, “And you want to feel stronger than that, don’t you? You could even go as far as saying that you want to feel… powerful?” Inhaling deeply, y/n nodded her head again. “Yes.” “I’ll help you feel powerful. I will teach you how to fight.” Then the light turned green. --- The core five waited patiently behind Stiles as he hurried to open the locked door. Struggling for a few seconds, the lock finally gave in and they made their way inside. Scott and Allison immediately rushed to the big switch, flicking it up causing a domino reaction of huge bright lights up above them. Y/n smiled with her head tilted up, they deserved this. She shifted her gaze to the left, seeing Stiles looking right at her and smiling. She smiled in return, nodding her head that tonight was a good idea. She and Stiles sat next to each other while changing out their shoes for ice skates. Lydia sat to the right of them a few bleachers up. “Could it be any colder in here?” Y/n shivered, Stiles laughing as a crinkle formed in between her eyebrows to create an annoyed expression, he thought it was adorable. “Here.” He offered her his orange hoodie. Just when she was about to take it, Lydia cleared her throat from behind them. “She’s wearing blue, Stiles. Orange and blue, not a good combination. He had now shifted his position on the bench so he could face Lydia. “But it’s the colors of the mets!” He complained, causing y/n to chuckle. “Besides, maybe orange and blue is not the best. Right, you know, um, sometimes there’s other things you wouldn’t think would make a good combination end up turning out to be, like, a perfect combination, you know, like two people together- who nobody ever thought would be together.” As Stiles was saying this, y/n had stopped tying up the laces on her skates and focused her full attention on the boy next to her. Staring at him with wide eyes as he shifted back away from Lydia. Catching her glance, they locked eyes. He searched deep into her eyes, hoping she understood that he was talking about her, about them, and how he felt about her. Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but Lydia broke the silence first. “No I can see that, Scott and Allison are cute together.” The strawberry blonde payed no attention to the exchange happening in front of her. “I can see it too.” Y/n whispered, almost inaudible. But Stiles heard her, his heart skipping a beat as she did. “Alright guys,” Scott shouted up to them, his hand intertwined with Allison’s, “Let’s skate!” Stiles was the first to break their intense gaze, standing up and holding his hand out for her to take. To which she happily grasped, standing up as they made their way over to where Scott and Allison were waiting. The couple stood at the entrance of the arena. “Since you never skated before, maybe I should give you a few pointers?” Allison smiled at her innocent boyfriend. “Allison. Not that this is news to you or anything, but you remember the werewolf thing? Super speed, strength and reflexes.” He replied confidently. Allison did her best not to laugh, “So a little ice skating should be no problem.” Scott placed one of his skates on the ice, “Yeah. See? It’s no prob-” But just before he could finish his sentence, his foot swept out from under him due to his lack of balance. Y/n and Stiles had no shame in laughing at the boy as Allison rushed to stand over him. “I give him a 10!” Y/n exclaimed, clapping her hands and feeling out of breathe from not being able to stop laughing. Once Allison got Scott back on his feet, y/n gripped onto Stiles hand harder causing him to look at her. “Well? Come on.” Y/n stated, putting one skate after the other on the ice and dragging Stiles behind her with their still connected hands. They went around the outside of the rink a few times, laughing and genuinely just enjoying each other’s company. Out of breath, y/n started to slow down her pace, positioning herself with her back against the walls. Stiles placed himself next to her, just looking at her and admiring how beautiful and happy she looked. Staring straight ahead she started talking, “What are you looking at, Stilinski?” she shifted her gaze towards him, smirking. God he loved that smirk. “Your smile,” he simply replied, “I like it when you smile.” She found herself at a loss for words, and loss of breath staring into his golden eyes. “So…” he broke the tension, “are we ever going to talk about it?” “About what?” She asked, even though she knew exactly what he was referring to. “About, uh- about the kiss.” Y/n inhaled deeply at the memory. “What’s there to talk about?” She raised her shoulders uncomfortably. Watching in the distance as Lydia continued to skate around the rink so she could avoid his gaze. “There’s everything to talk about!” He whisper-yelled at her, “because y/n that night at the dance, standing there and dancing with you- I felt things that I’ve never felt in my entire life. Feelings- that, that I didn’t even know existed. And shit, y/n, all of those confusing things I felt- I felt towards you. It was confusing, and frustrating, and wonderful…” She was finally looking him in the eye, Stiles continued, “and when you kissed me, I knew that I wanted to feel those wonderful, confusing things again and again.” The boy sighed desperately. “But I just need to know, that you do too.” In his eyes she could see desperation, it almost seemed like she could feel it. Or maybe that was her. Before she had the chance to say anything, an ear-piercing scream filled every inch around them. Y/n turned to see Lydia sitting on the ice, both hands planted on the ground as she continued to scream. Y/n quickly skated towards her and dropped to the ground beside the disturbed girl, Stiles behind her. “Lydia, hey- Lydia! You’re okay. Breathe Lydia, you’re safe.” Y/n did her best to calm the girl down. Scott and Allison approaching them. Confused glances were exchanged around the entire room. --- There had to be one more. They all knew it. There was no way Derek was going to stop with Isaac and Erica, the only thing none of them could figure was, who’s next? Y/n was walking towards the exit of the school to go home for the day. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, checking from any new messages from Scott. She didn’t expect there to be any from Stiles after the night at the ice rink. She had just grabbed the handle of the door, pulling it open and walking through without glancing away from her phone. All in one moment, her legs were wiped out from under her, y/n’s back hitting the ground and an arm on her chest, pinning her down. “What the hell-” She looked up through squinted eyes to see Allison. “Lesson number one,” Allison managed to say through heavy breathing, “never let your guard down, not even for a second.” Allison smirked, standing up and reaching her hand down for y/n to grab. Y/n took the offered gesture, eyes still wide as she returned to her standing position. Dusting herself off, she sighed, “Is this how we’re gonna do girl talks from now on?” She yelled frustratedly. Allison just laughed. “No, this is how I’m going to train you.” Y/n’s shocked facial expression changed to understanding. Her eyes meeting Allison’s determined ones. “So,” Allison smile grew even wider, “what weapon do you want to learn to use first?” --- “Here, let’s try these.” Allison handed y/n what looked to be small knives with little holes in the end. They stood in the interior of what looked to be some type of bunker, basement thing. It was dark, cold, and it made y/n’s limbs tense up. “Where exactly are we?” Y/n questioned, taking the small weapons. The atmosphere of the place made her feel anxious. “This is where Kate had chained up Derek when we couldn’t find find him. She tortured him here.” Allison whispered the last part, her whole expression changing as memories of her aunt came flooding back. Y/n knew why Allison’s mood had changed, so she tried to change the subject. “She chained him up? Kinky.” She heard Allison laugh, turning back around to face her again. Y/n smiled at her friend now happy again. “So is this the part where you reveal your plan that you’re not actually teaching me how to fight, but you’re actually going to kill me?” Y/n joked even more, and Allison laughing even more. She raised her bow and arrow, pointing it at y/n, “Yes. How’d you figure it out so quickly?” Now both girls were laughing. Suddenly the place didn’t seem so dark and cold anymore. “Okay,” Allison started after recovering from her fit of laughter, “lesson two. Your enemy, always has a weakness. Identify it, and use it.” Allison’s voice had changed from joking to serious. She shifted to a fighting stance, fists up after setting her bow and arrow on the ground. Y/n changed her posture too, mimicking Allison and setting the daggers on the ground. “Okay, how do I do that?” Y/n asked, when she was talking her stance wasn’t as strong. Allison took this moment to swing at her, y/n recovering quickly by ducking to avoid the hit. “You fight them.” Allison stated firmly. Y/n returned to her original position. Eyes wide, and then changing quickly to angry. “Your stance is weak.” Allison said, swinging with her other arm. Although this time y/n wasn’t quick enough. Allison’s fist hitting the side of her jaw. Y/n stumbled back in surprise, her hand immediately rushing to the injured area. “You can’t let one little hit set you back,” Allison approached y/n with a kick now. Which she blocked by pushing Allison’s leg back down. “Hitting you once isn’t ever going to be enough for them,” Allison’s other leg caught y/n off guard by kicking her in the side, knocking the girl down to ground as she let out a groan of pain. “They won’t stop until you stop moving, or worse, breathing. So even if they hit you once, or twice, or three times,” Allison forcibly picked y/n up from the ground. Holding y/n’s back against her and wrapping her arm around her neck so her elbow was under the girl’s chin, “find that little part inside of you that still wants to fight back.” Once Allison’s words left her mouth, y/n felt a shift in the grip around her neck. She took the opportunity to elbow Allison in the stomach. Sending the girl stumbling backwards. Y/n quickly turned herself around and kicked Allison backwards with her foot and knocking her on the ground in the process, rage flowing through every limb in her body. She was blinded with built up anger and fear from everything that’s happened so far. Every time she was lied to by someone she loved, every time she felt scared and couldn’t do anything to protect herself or the people around her, every time she wanted to tell Stiles how she felt but something always got in the way. All of the memories and emotions came flooding back, and she transferred them all into that final kick. She didn’t even realize she was crying until she felt the cold air stinging her cheeks. Allison stood back up, smiling and letting a small laugh escape her. “Lesson two complete.” Was all she said before the sound of Allison’s phone ringing interrupted the moment. “It’s Stiles.” She said before answering the call and putting it on speaker. “Hey what’s up?” Allison answered, holding the phone between her and y/n. “Just thought you should know,” his voice echoed through the bunker, “Scott is headed to the ice rink right now.” “What, why?” Y/n asked. “Y/n is that you?” He ignored the question. “Just answer the question Stilinski.” She said louder than she intended to, desperate to know what her brother is up to. “Right, okay. We’re pretty sure Derek is going to turn Boyd next. So he’s on his way to try and change his mind. But-” “But what if Derek and his pack show up?” Allison interrupted, knowing exactly what he was going to say. She and y/n exchanged a knowing glance. “I’m on my way there now.” She said before hanging up the call. Without saying a word Allison retrieved her bow and arrow from the ground and started walking towards the exit. “Wait! Let me come with you.” Y/n started, picking up the small knife things from the ground. “No way Y/n, there could be a fight.” Allison turned back around to face her friend. “Which is exactly why you would need me right? Makes it a fair fight. Three against three.” Allison sighed in defeat at the statistics. “Fine, you can come.” “Should I bring the small knives?” Y/n held the weapons up in the air. “Chinese ring daggers.” Allison corrected, walking out the door with y/n following close behind her. --- The two girls got there only to see that Derek, Isaac, and Erica had beat them. “That really hurts, Scott.” they heard Derek’s voice as they ducked down behind the border of the ice rink, letting their heads be the only thing that peaked through the glass. Derek continued talking, “I mean, if you’re going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica, how’s life been for you since we met?” The blonde smiled, “Hm. In a word- transformative.” “Isaac?” “Well, I’m a little bummed about being a fugitive, but other than that, I’m great.” The tall boy smirked. “Okay hold on, this isn’t exactly a fair fight.” Scott tried to reason. Y/n and Allison prepared to reveal themselves. “Then go home, Scott.” Derek smirked. “He meant, it’s not a fair fight for you.” Y/n moved out onto the ice rink, everyone turning and looking at her, Allison right behind her. Y/n had never felt such confidence flowing through her before. It felt amazing, she felt ready. All hell broke loose. Derek wolfed out and went after Scott, relying on his puppets to handle Allison and I. Erica ran towards Allison, immediately aiming her bow and arrow at the beta. That meant y/n was left to deal with the boy, Isaac. He wolfed out quickly, standing just a few feet away from her and staring at her. Neither one them made a move. Y/n was gripping the daggers so tight she could feel them leaving indents in her skin. “You really think you have a chance?” He laughed at her. “I keep up on all the action movies,” y/n joked, “I’ve seen enough to know the bad guy never wins.” Just then, she ran towards the werewolf. She swung the dagger towards him but he ducked, recovering by swiping her legs out from underneath her. She landed flat on her back, coughing due to the air being knocked out of her. Isaac pounced on top of her. Holding her arms above her head, baring his fangs at her. “Please.” She managed to whisper, feeling more scared than she ever had in her entire life. She felt a stray tear roll down the side of her face, Isaac saw it too. His eyes turned back to his normal color and his teeth transforming back to their human form. He just stared at her not saying anything. She looked into his eyes and felt confused. He didn’t look evil, he looked like he was scared too, and that he didn’t want to be here and doing all of this. “STOP!” Derek roared out, causing him to release her and Erica to stop fighting Allison. They both retreated back to their alpha. Y/n stayed on the ground as the walked out, Boyd following behind them. “Y/n what were you thinking?” Scott pleaded towards his sister with mangled breathing, shifting his gaze to Allison. “And why did you bring her?” Allison stayed silent. The door opening startled them, but relief flooding through y/n’s body as Stiles ran onto the rink. “Y/n.” He whispered as he saw her on the ground, running towards her and dropping on his knees. Instantly grabbing her and pulling her against his chest. One hand wrapped around her waist and the other holding her head against him. No one bothered to say anything, silence screaming between all of them.

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Readers!!!

I'm so sorry it's been so long since I've updated, school is kicking my ass right now and i have a few AP test coming up and studying for them is taking up a lot of my time... I promise if I find any spare time AT ALL this weekend I will use it to write. Much love ❤

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Believe It or Not. Part 14/?

Summary: With tensions increasing between Derek and the rest of the pack, they try to understand why he's turning other teenagers. In the midst of everything, expectations of one's self get in the way. (Based off 2x02 “Shape Shifted”) “I’m serious. It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same.” Scott said with reassurance while walking down the halls between his sister and best friend. “Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people, like me?” Stiles quipped sarcastically. At his comment y/n leaned behind Scott and punched Stiles in the arm playfully. “Hey!” He shouted grabbing his arm. Y/n just laughed. “I swear I don't have the urge to maim and kill you.” Scott laughed along with y/n as they continued walking. “You say that now, but then the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay? And it's very stressful on me so yes, I’m still locking you up.” Stiles finished without taking a second to breathe. “Okay, fine,” the beta gave in, “but I do think I have more control now. Especially with how good things are with Allison.” Y/n rolled her eyes, “Oh my god Scott! Yes, we’re aware of how good things are with Allison. You make us aware every 2 seconds.” Her words barely phased the boy, “they're really good.” He whispered with a big goofy smile on his face. “Please just shut the hell up before I have the urge to maim and kill myself.” Stiles chimed in, making Scott look butt-hurt and y/n to continue giggling. They parted ways as the boys entered the boys’ locker and y/n the girls. - Y/n rather quickly dressed in her cheerleading uniform and made her way out to the field. She found a nice, dry spot on the grass to sit down and begin their routine of stretches. Silently, she watched the lacrosse team run laps for warm-up. A jersey she’d never seen before, number 14, caught her eye. He must be a new player. Time seemed to pass by as she was down to the last 15 minutes of practice. She felt a little bit a sweat lightly run down as she ran through the new routine for what felt like the 50th time. She decided to take a break, walking to the bleachers to grab her water bottle. As she was taking a cool drink, she turned towards the lacrosse field to see her brother practically running over every single person trying to score a goal. The players were all in one straight line practicing running towards the goal, Scott guarding the goal which was odd since that's not his position. She watched a few more guys try to run through and score, and each time Scott ran away from the goal and straight at them. Ramming into them and making each of them flip and land on their backs. “McCall! The positions goal keeper. Not goal abandoner.” Coach yelled at her brother, before blowing his whistle. Y/n noticed Stiles standing outside the line of players intently watching Scott plow through everyone. Y/n found herself walking across the field until she reached Stiles. “Hey.” She said rather firmly, grabbing his attention as he turned to look at her. “You wanna tell me why Scott’s beating down half the team?” She stood next to Stiles, watching as Scott, again, destroyed a poor boy. “Look it's fine,” he said holding his hand up to her signaling for her to calm down, which actually just annoyed her more causing her to cross her arms, “When we were in the locker room Scott felt the presence, or smelt, or something but he thinks there’s another werewolf on the team.” “So… He's attacking everyone on the team because he knows the werewolf will use their abilities to land and not let themselves get hurt?” She clarified, putting the pieces together. “Yeah exactly, although no luck so far.” He said as Scott repeated his actions, Stiles and y/n flinching as the player obviously wasn’t a werewolf. Without them noticing coach had marched over to them, “Stilinski! What the hell is wrong with your friend?” “Uh, he's failing two classes. He's a little socially awkward and if you look close enough, his jawline is slightly uneven.” Y/n didn't even try to suppress the snort that left her as she immediately put her hand over her mouth to control her laughter at the sarcastic boy’s response. Coach looked at her as she laughed, finally noticing she was there. “You, who are you?” He asked pointing at her. “Y/n McCall.” She furrowed her eyebrows. “Oh great,” coach rolled his eyes, “there's more of you.” After that he blew his whistle again, and walked away. “And that's my cue to leave-” y/n started to walk away but caught herself turning on her heal. They both watched as Scott ran at the last player in the line, number 14. But this time, as the boy flipped in the air, he landed on his feet in front of Scott. Y/n’s jaw dropped in shock. “I think we found him.” Stiles whispered from next to her. Not taking her gaze off the scene in front of her, she just nodded her head in response. - Just ten minutes after the figured out that the boy who's the beta’s name is Isaac, the police showed up and arrested him. Scott, Stiles, and y/n stood together watching him be taken away. “So they think he killed his own dad?” Y/n asked while watching them drag the boy away, he turned around and made direct eye contact with her as if he had heard her. She turned away immediately, feeling a little bit of fear take over her. “They can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours.” Stiles said. “Like, overnight?” Scott replied. Knowing exactly why Scott was asking he looked at him with an expression y/n had never seen before, “During the full moon.” Stiles confirmed. “Why would Derek choose Isaac?” Scott asked out loud, not really expecting an answer. Before anyone could say anything else, they bell rang signaling they had ten minutes to change and get back to class. “We gotta go.” Y/n reminded, picking up her bag. - They were sitting in their biology class at their lab table that seats three. Y/n in the middle with Scott or Stiles on either side of her. “Doesn't being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?” Scott leaned forward to look at Stiles. “Not unless they have solid evidence, or a witness” y/n answered before Stiles could. “Wait,” Stiles said turning around to the table behind him, “Danny, where’s Jackson?” Now all three of them had turned around and were staring at the poor boy. “Principals office.” “Why?” Y/n questioned. “He lives across the street from Isaac.” They turned back around, all glancing at each other. “We have to get to the principal’s office.” Y/n smirked. “How?” Scott asked. Stiles and y/n locked eyes, smiling, already knowing what the other was thinking. All of the sudden, three pieces of balled up paper flew across the room, all hitting Mr. Harris. He turned around, annoyed. “Alright, who in the hell did that?” The three determined teenagers all pointed at each other, solidifying their plan. - The plan to get to the principal’s office turned out to be a bust, except for finding out that Allison’s grandpa, Gerard, is the school’s new principal. He asked that only one of them stay behind to accept the punishment. It couldn't be Scott, because he had to talk to Derek. So Stiles finally gave in, offering to stay behind. Scott and y/n pushed open the door exiting the office, and Scott took off sprinting towards the exit. “Scott wait!” Y/n called after him, breaking out into a run as well. He ran straight through the two blue doors, only to see Isaac in the back of a police car being driven to the station. He was too late. Finally, y/n managed to catch up. Doubling over and breathing heavily. Once she caught her breath she stood up, still wincing. “You know,” she took another deep breath, “I don't remember you ever being that fast.” “We were too late.” He ignored her sarcastic statement, watching the police car until it was officially out of sight. As if on cue, Derek’s car speedily pulled up to the curb. “Get in.” He said directly to Scott. “Are you serious?” Y/n yelled back before Scott could. “You did that! That's your fault!” Scott yelled angrily, walking down the steps until he was at the window of Derek’s car. Y/n wouldn't say it out loud, but she felt a little hurt, and disappointed in Derek. He was the first person to tell her the truth, and she thought she had a friend or at least an ally in him. And now he was going around biting teenagers? Taking their life away from them? He didn't have the right to do that. She slowly walked down the steps, following Scott. “I know that. Now get in the car and help me.” Derek demanded. “No, I've got a better idea. I’m gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up.” Y/n was proud of her brother for taking charge, almost like an alpha would. At least a good alpha. But his last sentence kind of caught her off guard. “Scott, we can't afford a lawyer.” She whispered to her brother, but both of them ignored her. “Not when they do a search of the house.” Derek said smugly, “Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house, it's worse. It's way worse.” Y/n heard Scott sigh. Defeated, he opened the door to the car. “I’m coming too.” Y/n piped up, hopping in the back and buckling her seatbelt all in one quick motion. Both Scott and Derek turned around to look at her. “No.” They shouted simultaneously. Y/n raised her eyebrows at them, it was cute that they were trying. “Okay,” she nodded, “which one of you is going to drag me out of the car then?” She crossed her arms, staring at them with a smile. Derek and Scott turned to look at each other. Derek annoyed, but Scott’s expression had turned into a smile. “She's coming.” Scott stated, Derek rolling his eyes before pressing on the accelerator and taking off towards Isaac’s house. - Derek pulled up to the house, the brakes screeching as he came to a sudden stop. “Damn, where’d you get your license? Doggy-Day care?” Y/n said while rubbing her neck. “You're fine.” Derek got out of the car, not even glancing at her. “I think I got whiplash.” She whispered to herself before finally exiting the vehicle. She followed Derek and Scott into the Eerily quiet house. “If Isaac didn't kill his father, who did?” Scott asked breaking the silence. “I don't know yet.” Derek replied walking further into the dark house. “How do you know he's not lying?” Asked y/n, glancing around the house and taking in all her surroundings. “Because I trust my senses,” Derek turned around and snapped at her, “and it's a combination of them. Not just your sense of smell.” He aimed the last statement at Scott. Scott’s cheeks turned red with embarrassment. “You saw the lacrosse thing today? Did it look that bad?” Derek smirked, “yeah.” Derek grabbed Scott’s arm and lead him to a door that opened up to a staircase, leading to the basement of the house. Y/n watched from behind them, not really thrilled about what she assumed was to come next. All three of them stood there, looking down on what faded into complete darkness. You couldn't even see the whole staircase. “You want to learn? Let's start now.” Derek’s voice echoed down the stairs. “What's down there?” Scott asked, fear evident in his shaky voice. “Motive.” “And what am I looking for?” “Follow your senses.” Was the last thing Derek said before Scott started taking hesitant steps through the doorway and into the basement. “What happened down here?” Y/n could barely hear Scott’s voice. No more creaking from the stairs could be heard, signaling that Scott was finally and completely inside the room downstairs. Y/n crossed her arms over her chest for some sort of comfort. “Stay here, I’m going to go guide him.” Derek whispered to y/n. “Wha- really? No I don't want to stay up here by myself.” Y/n complained moving closer to Derek. “You being down there will just distract him, you'll be fine.” Before she could say anything else he was already hopping down the stairs leaving her behind. She sighed rolling her eyes and moving away from the open door. She walked around the house, looking at photos on the wall in the kitchen, trying to keep her mind occupied. Y/n took a few more steps before she heard something break beneath her foot. She bent down to pick up whatever it was, it looked like it was part of a glass that had broke. Examining it, she shifted her gaze to the wall in front of her. It had a dent in it, she stood up to get a closer look at that too. Once y/n could see clearly, she saw a piece of glass sticking out of the wall as well. The glass had been thrown across the room. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, she knew at that moment a lot of bad things happened in here. - Stiles was let out late again from detention purely just for Mr. Harris’ enjoyment. It was now dark out. As he frantically made his way to the jeep he quickly got out his phone to call Allison. “Hey, sorry, Harris literally just let me out of detention. Literally. And he had my phone the whole fricken time.” The boy babbled. “Well, we need to do something right now. They were asking me all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out.” “Wait, what guy?” Stiles asked as he opened the door of his jeep and put the keys in the ignition. “He was dressed as a sheriff’s deputy.” She calmly replied. Stiles stop moving altogether, rolling his eyes as he put it all together, “They’re sending him into the station for Isaac.” “I’m on it.” Allison hung up quickly, a devised plan already in place. - She followed the guy sent out to kill Isaac. knowing exactly what streets the car was going to drive down, the girl positioned herself out of sight behind a corner. She patiently waited until she could see the dim glow of headlights shine on the brick wall in front of her. She placed the arrow in the correct place on the bow, readying herself. Allison watched as the car drove by and waiting until it was just a little bit in front of her, aiming her arrow towards the back tire and releasing. It wa a direct hit. She confidently placed another arrow in place. Once the man stepped out of the car, she shot another one right into his calf. She smirked to herself and called Stiles back. “Hey, did you slow him down.” His voice echoed through the phone. “You could say that.” “All right, I’m headed to the station right now. Scott’s at Isaac’s.” She furrowed her brows, “does he have as plan?” She asked knowing tonight was the full moon and Scott may still need some help controlling himself. “Yeah,” Stiles’ voice interrupted her thoughts, “but not a very good one. And unfortunately we don't really have time for anything better. I’m on my way there now to pick up Derek but I won't be able to stay.” “I’ll go there now.” Allison said, hanging up on Stiles’ again. - Y/n continuously paced around the cold, dark house. Her teeth slightly chattering as she shivered, although she wasn’t cold. Just scared. Scott and Derek had been in the basement for awhile, and she still remained upstairs. Y/n walked back into the kitchen to look at the hole in the wall she had found earlier. As she was looking at it, a sudden burst of light illuminated the wall make her turn on her heel quickly. It was headlights from as car that were blinding her. She walked closer to the kitchen window to try and determine who had just pulled up. Only to recognize the familiar blue jeep. She ran outside to see what he was doing here. Stiles looked up to see the McCall girl standing in front of his car. The light from the jeep making her look even more beautiful. However, he was overcome with confusion to why she was here. He rolled down the window as she made her way over to him, grasping the the door with her hands and staring at him. “What are you doing here.” They both questioned simultaneously. Stiles was the one to continue. “Y/n why in hell would Scott let you come here?” She tilted her head in confusion at the outburst, “what do you mean?” “You remember what day it is right? The full moon. What happens when Scott loses control and attacks you? What happens when Derek decides to widen his pack even more and he bites you? You can’t just be running around and going wherever you want.” She was shocked to say the least, not really understanding where this was coming from. “And you can?” She sasses back, catching him off guard. “Stiles you're human too. Every risk that I’m taking right now you've taken everyday for the last couple of months. So don’t you dare sit here and tell me that I should just stay home while my brother and my- and you are out here every night risking your lives for our friends who happen to be my friends too.” When she finally stopped, face red and breathing heavy, he stayed completely silent. Honestly, he was speechless. He knew everything she just said was right, and that he had no right to make her feel stupid. They just stayed there, locked in each other’s eye contact until the sound of the passenger door opening startled them both. “Let’s get going, we don’t have much time.” Derek said to Stiles as he buckled himself in. Stiles wanted to apologize, but it would have to wait. Y/n backed away from the car and he drove off, leaving her standing in the street. No more than 15 seconds later another car pulled into the driveway that she recognized as Allison’s. Feeling more calm, she waited for Allison to get out of the car. Once she stepped out, she didn't waste anytime. “Where’s Scott?” She asked with worried eyes. “In the basement,” y/n answered, “here I'll take you to him.” She started walking back inside the house, Allison right behind her. Once the girls reached the bottom of the stairs they were met with Scott doubled over, heavily breathing. Allison began walking towards him, y/n remained in place knowing that he needed Allison right now. The brunette glanced to the duffle bag filled with chains on the ground, knowing what was about to take place. “Scott, are you sure we have to do this?” She whispered sweetly to the boy. “Yes.” He huffed back. “Where?” She placed her hand on his arm. Both Allison and y/n watched as he glanced back to a large freezer behind him. Y/n watched sadly as Scott placed himself inside, Allison shutting the lid and locking it. Not before kissing him on the forehead. Y/n couldn't watch as Allison officially locked it. “Scott-” y/n started to speak to her brother. “Just go!” He yelled, almost sounding like a growl. Y/n and Allison hurriedly made their way up the stairs, neither one of them wanting to be down there any longer. When they reached the top y/n waited for Allison to get through the door before shutting it completely. They both stood there for what felt like hours. Silence drowning them both. “Talk about something,” y/n said grabbing Allison’s attention. She looked up to see y/n staring back at her, “please, anything so I don’t have to think about what my brother’s going through right now.” Allison smiled, “Okay, sure,” she swallowed, “well, what’s going on with you and Stiles?” She teased slightly. “Oh god, anything other than that.” Y/n sighed throwing her head back against the wall she was leaning against. Allison laughed at her reaction, “no, come on, before everything went to hell the night of the dance you two totally could not stop staring into each other’s eyes while dancing.” Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, sinking down to the floor in embarrassment as Allison continued to laugh. She covered her eyes with her hands so she couldn't see Allison as she let the words fall from her mouth, “We kissed.” Allison’s jaw dropped, “you what?” Well have you guys talked about it at all?” “No!” Y/n threw her hands up in the air in frustration, “I’m afraid to. Because just ten minutes ago he was a complete asshole, also he’s probably still in love with Lydia.” Allison’s shocked facial expression faded into an empathetic smile. “You’ll never know anything until you ask him.” Y/n knew she was right, so she didn't say anything back. The room becoming silent until Allison spoke again. “Okay but I have to ask, was he good?” Y/n couldn't help but completely lose control and burst out laughing at the question, Allison following suit and doing the same. Everything was fine, and they were having a good time until Allison lifted her finger to her mouth and shushed her. Y/n stood up from her place on the ground, fear consuming her again. “Do you hear that?” Allison whispered. Y/n just shook her head. She followed Allison into the kitchen, watching her grab two knives, handing one to her. Y/n gripped the knife with both hands, trying to steady her shaking hands. Frozen still, she watched Allison continue to walk forwards. Then she heard it, a hissing noise. Glancing up towards the ceiling, she saw- whatever it was- glancing down at her. “Allison” she whispered with terror lacing her voice. Allison turned around, but before she could do anything the animal used its long tail to rip the knife from y/n’s grasp. Continuing to wrap around her ankle and throw her on the ground, knocking the air out of her. “Come on!” Allison shouted at the creature, but it never approached her. It ran away and broke through the front windows of the house. Allison ran towards her friend on the ground, trying to help her sit up. “Y/n are you okay?” The girl struggled to get her breath back, and once she did she looked at Allison with wide eyes. “What the hell was that?” (Leave feedback/ questions in my ask hoes)

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Believe It or Not. Part 13/?

(Based off 2x01 “Omega”) It had been a few days since everything happened on the night of the dance. And neither Lydia or y/n had been cleared from the hospital. Scott and Stiles agreed that someone had to be at the hospital at all times, especially to keep an eye on Lydia. Since Scott was too busy sneaking around with Allison considering they're banned from ever seeing each other, Stiles told Scott he would stay at the hospital. Although he secretly wanted to keep an eye on y/n. If he knew correctly, she was supposed to be able to go home tonight. It was getting late and he didn't really feel like eating more food from the hospital cafeteria, so he just settled for something from the vending machine. He placed in his money and set the number to what he wanted, except on the way out it got stuck. Frustrated, he began to shake the machine until eventually it all came crashing down, creating a huge scene. As fast as the boy could he ran down the hall and turned the corner before anyone could see him. Except when he did he smacked right into someone. “Hey watch it are you kid- oh of course it's you.” Stiles lifted his head to see that he had ran right into y/n who was now dressed in normal clothes. “Sorry.” Was all he could say as he smiled at her. “It's fine.” She laughed at him, “I would ask what you're doing here but Scott filled me in on everything.” Neither one of them said anything after that, awkwardness and tension consuming the air around them. Until, they heard the most high-pitched scream echo throughout the halls. “Oh my god, was that-” Y/n started. “Lydia.” Stiles finished before she could say anything else. He took off running towards the direction of Lydia’s room, y/n right on his heels. The two burst into the room all the way into the bathroom where Melissa and Lydia’s dad were standing. The sound of the shower running filled y/n’s ears. But once she was fully inside the room, she could see that the shower was empty, next to the open window. She and Stiles quickly walked out of the bathroom, knowing they couldn't talk in front of anyone else. “I'll call Scott.” Y/n said while pulling the device out of her pocket and dialing her brother. - Stiles and Y/n met Scott in the parking lot where they both piled in his car, Stiles holding Lydia’s hospital gown. Y/n took the backseat and Stiles the passenger side. “This is the one she was just wearing?” Scott asked for clarification, the two nodded, “I’m not just gonna let anyone hurt her again.” He sighed to himself. “Alright, just shove the thing in your face and let's find her. Woah!” Stiles shouted, startled due to a banging noise on the car window. The three turned to see Allison staring at them. “What are you doing here? Someone's gonna see us!” Scott warned her. “I don't care- she's my best friend, and we need to find her before they do.” “I can find her before the cops can.” Scott tried to reassure her. “How about before my father does?” “He knows?” Y/n asked. “Yeah, I just saw him and three other guys leave my house.” Y/n moved herself so her face was between the two front seats and she could face Allison, “What, like a search party?” “More like hunting party.” The brunette’s voice wavered. “Get in.” Scott commanded as Allison made her way to the back, seating herself next to y/n. “If she's turning, would they actually kill her?” Stiles turned around to ask Allison. “I don't know,” she threw her hands in the air in frustration, “they won't tell me anything. Okay, all they say is that they'll talk to me after Kate’s funeral.” “What others?” Stiles pushed for more answers. Y/n couldn't help but feel a little jealous towards his unstoppable need to find Lydia. But she suppressed that thought, she wanted to find Lydia too. “They won't tell me that yet.” Allison answered again, getting slightly annoyed with all the questions. “Your family’s got some serious communication issues to work on.” Y/n mumbled to Allison, before leaning back and looking out the window as they drove. - The drive was silent for the most part. Y/n wasn't really paying attention to where they were headed as she gazed out the window. At least, not until they came to a complete stop. She leaned over and looked out the windshield to get a better view, they were at the Hale house. “She came here? Are you sure?” Y/n asked Scott, who had followed her scent to this location. “Yeah, this is where the scent leads.” He nodded his head, opening the door and stepping out of the jeep. “Has lydia ever been here?” Stiles questioned, stepping out of the jeep after Scott. Y/n and Allison followed. Y/n could feel the crunching of leaves underneath her feet, the sound not as inviting as usual considering it's dark and they're in the woods. She crossed her arms, pulling her jacket tighter as the cool breeze became stronger, also pulling it tighter out of fear. “Not with me,” Allison interrupted to answer Stiles, “maybe she came here looking for Derek, like on instinct?” “You mean- looking for an alpha.” “Wolves need a pack right?” Y/n commented, spinning slowly in a circle to let her surroundings sink in, then she saw something. It looked like it was connected near the bottom of some trees. She squinted, still listening to the voices of her friends. “Not all of them.” Scott mumbled to y/n. “But would she have been drawn to an alpha? Is it instinct to be apart of a pack?” Allison walked over to Scott. “We’re stronger in packs.” He shrugged. “Like, strength in numbers?” Allison clarified. “No, like literally stronger, faster, better in every way. That'll make Derek stronger too.” No one had really been paying attention to y/n as her curiosity took over and she made her way towards what she couldn't take her gaze off of. “Whoa, hey look at this,” she called out to her friends as she knelt towards the ground. “I think it's a tripwire.” Stiles said as he knelt down next to her, allison standing behind them. Stiles moved his hands underneath it, picking it up to get a better look. “Guys-” They heard Scott’s voice from behind them. “Yeah buddy- oh.” Stiles replied as they all stood up and turned around. Y/n met with the scene of her brother hanging upside down from a tree, instantly placing a hand over her mouth to stop from laughing out loud. “Next time you see a tripwire, don't- trip it.” Scott sighed, still swinging back and forth by his feet. “Noted.” His best friend said, moving closer to help him down. “Wait, wait wait wait wait. Someone's coming,” Scott whisper shouted, causing Stiles to stop moving, “Hide. Go!” Scott yelled at them. Allison sprinted off and before y/n could follow her Stiles grabbed her hand and found herself being dragged behind him. They found a spot behind a large tree, all of them peaking their heads around the branches so they could see who was approaching Scott. Y/n found it extremely hard to focus however. Allison was pressed against the tree, y/n behind her, and Stiles behind y/n. It seemed difficult for her focus on Scott, when she was shivering from Stiles’ warm breath hovering over her neck, and when she could feel his hand gripping her waist, steadying them both. “It's my dad.” She was freed from her thoughts at the sound of Allison’s voice. Finally able to focus. “I can't hear anything.” Y/n whispered to Allison, hoping the girl could fill them in. “He's asking about Lydia.” She answered. They stayed exactly where they were for a few more minutes, until Chris finally left, leaving Scott still hanging from the trip-wire. Once the coast was clear they sprinted their way back to where Scott was, Allison rushing in front of him. “You okay?” She asked the boy that she loved. “Just another life-threatening conversation with your dad.” He replied, laughing so she didn't worry too much. “Stiles, help me get him down.” Y/n motioned to him, making her way towards her upside down brother. “Thanks, but I think I got it.” Scott said before she could come any closer. Instantly flipping out of the grasp of the rope and landing on his feet, finishing by glancing up at all of them with a smirk. “Yeah, you got it.” Stiles smiled, y/n just rolled her eyes. - Y/n was now leaning against the wall outside of Mr.Harris’ room waiting for detention to be over for Stiles. In their last class he had managed to get himself detention because he wouldn't wait to talk to Jackson until lacrosse practice. She was tapping her foot impatiently because he was supposed to be out 15 minutes ago, she figured Harris was keeping him later just because it was Stiles. Y/n sighed, she and Stiles promised Scott they would meet him at the funeral for Kate to support Allison. Just as she was about to burst into the room and drag him out, the boy stumbled out of the room looking dazed. “Let's go.” She said to him, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the exit. They practically ran to the jeep, Stiles putting the keys in the ignition before even shutting the door and y/n hopping in the passenger seat. “Is Jackson going to help us find Lydia?” Y/n asked, getting and immediate sigh from Stiles in return. “No, he doesn't think it's his problem. He's just being a selfish dick as usual.” He smacked his hand down on the middle console. Y/n’s eyes became empathetic at the sight of his frustration. She reached out and placed her hand on top of his. Stiles felt his heart rate instantly become regular just at her touch. He looked over to already find her eyes staring into his. If he wasn’t driving he could've stayed, and looked at her forever. But since he couldn't, he just smiled at her and positioned their hands so their fingers were interlaced with one another. They both glanced back towards the road, and it remained silent. The most comfortable silence y/n had ever been apart of. Although her thoughts did wander, they wandered back to the night of the dance. ••• “You're smart, I know you know something’s up. And believe me, I hate that I can't talk to you about it. And so does Scott. But you just gotta trust me when I say we’re doing it to protect you,” his eyes were staring so deep into hers she swore he could see every thought inside her head, “your protection, is the only thing that matters to me y/n okay? Because God, if anything were to happen to you because you’re involved in that- thing that's happening right now, I would never be able to forgive myself. I know it seems like betrayal, but I'll explain everything i promise-” She needed him to stop taking, so she did the only thing she could think of. She placed her hands on both sides of his face, leaning his head down until their lips collided. For a short moment, their lips moved against each other perfectly, until she pulled away. ••• She smiled at the memory, the last good thing before everything went to hell that night. Although, neither one of them had talked about it. Y/n realized she hadn't even thanked him, I mean Jackson got her to the hospital but Stiles saved her life. “Thank you.” She said so lightly she was worried he didn't hear her, but he did. Confused, he asked, “for what?” “Saving me,” she paused, “that night at the dance. A psychotic alpha werewolf was literally about to chomp on me and when you could have been running the other direction, you kept running towards me.” Stiles not once let his eyes leave the road in front of him, processing her words. Whispering, he replied, “I’ll always run towards you.” Y/n stared at him as he drove, feeling overwhelmed by the sense of admiration she has for him right now in this moment. Silence overtook them again, but everything was so much better than it was just a few days ago. She placed her elbow on the door and set her head in her hand, just enjoying the ride and his presence. “Someone broke into the graveyard last night, and took the liver from someone’s body.” Stiles’ voice broke the silence. “Stilinski if this is your idea of a pick-up line you need some improvement.” She scrunched her eyebrows up and shifted her gaze back to him. He smirked at her response. “Scott and I think it was Lydia, and we think she's turning.” He said, the atmosphere in the car instantly changing. Y/n turned her head out the window, fear and anxiety washing over her as the information of more problems arising for her and her friends. “We need to find her.” She mumbled, more to herself than to anyone else. - Stiles and y/n finally arrived at the funeral. Once they met up with Scott they made their way through the cemetery, deciding on squatting behind a cement statue to stay hidden from everyone. A ton of people with cameras and notepads were surrounding the arriving family of Argents as they made their way to the chairs. Y/n frowned as she watched Allison try to keep it together, she wished the three of them could actually be out there with her right now. As Allison finally got passed the crowd of people, she immediately found Scott’s gaze, he waved and she returned a small smile, trying not to draw any attention to them. Just as she sat down, an older guy approached the scene as well, hugging Allison’s dad. “Who the hell is that?” Stiles whispered from in front of her. “He’s definitely an Argent.” Scott replied, not taking his eyes off Allison. “Hey maybe they're just here for the funeral,” Stiles offered optimistically and y/n just rolled her eyes at his false hope, “I mean- there could be an non-hunting side of the Argent family, right?” “I know what they are,” the tension in Scott’s voice evident, “they're reinforcements.” - After the stressful day, y/n was lying on her bed with her arm draped over her eyes. Too exhausted to even do homework. She was about to drift off into sleep when there was a light knock on her door. “Come in.” She groaned, hoping it wasn't her mom. She sat up at the sound of the door creaking open and saw Scott. Y/n smiled but she immediately dropped her smile seeing how distraught he looked. “What's wrong?” She asked concerned, standing up and walking until she was right in front of him, staring him in the eyes. “We found Lydia.” He said, looking as if on the verge of tears. “That's good news isn’t it?” She questioned, grabbing his hand to calm him down. “I- I was out in the woods and I found another wolf. But, the Argents got to him before I did. That- that guy we saw at the funeral today, he's changing everything.” “Scott, talk to me. What do you mean?” She urged her distressed brother. “The code they hunt by, he’s convincing them all not to follow it anymore. I watched this, innocent, omega get chopped in half. Y/n I don't know what to do.” He grabbed her and embraced her in a hug, just needing his sister right now. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, not knowing how to make him feel better. They were just kids, they weren't supposed to be dealing with this, any of it. “We’ll figure it out.” She whispered in his ear, “we’ll figure it out.” Please leave feedback when you’re done! It means the world and helps me a lot(:

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Updated 2/25/17

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Believe It or Not. Part 12.

Summary: after being injured by the alpha, y/n can't help her friends. So follow their wild ride to save her. ///I guess y/n isn't really in this herself a lot but she's talked about a lot/// (Based off 1x12 “Code-Breaker”) “Perfect,” Peter said. Then continuing to throw y/n’s body on the ground, still unconscious. “You're coming with me.” Peter took a few steps forward but Stiles hadn’t moved at all. “No,” the boy groaned, causing an annoyed Peter to turn around and look at him, “i’m not just letting you leave her here.” “You don't have a choice. Stiles, you're coming with me.” Peter made his way back until he was standing right over y/n, claws extended. Stiles squirmed, he moved so he was on his hands and knees, hovering over her body, “Just kill me. Look, I don't care, anymore.” Stiles’ tears fell freely from his eyes, he knew time was ticking. He needed to get her and Lydia out of here quickly. “Call your friend,” Peter offered, “Tell Jackson where they are. That’s all you get.” Stiles immediately started to fumble his hand around in his pocket for his phone. He realized this was the only way he would be able to get y/n the help she needs. - Once Stiles told Jackson that Lydia was in trouble he hung up and full on sprinted to the lacrosse field. As he got closer and closer, he was able to see the two girls lying on the ground side by side. The first person he made contact with was Lydia. He held her head in one hand, as his other reached for his phone. “Come on Lydia, stay with me.” He whispered as he held her head in his hands. As gently as he could, Jackson placed both of his arms underneath Lydia’s body. One underneath her knees, and the other right near her shoulder blades. He easily lifted her into his arms and ran her all the way to his car placing her in the backseat and then heading back her y/n. He shifted to his other knee on the ground, reaching his hand down to check y/n’s pulse. A sigh of relief when he realized she was breathing. He then repeated his actions with her, y/n slightly groaned as he lifted her up. “Wha- Jackson?” Her eyes started to flutter open. “You're going to be fine y/n, just shut up okay.” Confused but tired, y/n let her eyes shut again already being consumed with more pain. - Stiles nervously drove his jeep, speeding as necessary with Peter in the seat right next to him. “Don’t feel bad,” Peter broke the silence, “she’ll probably live.” A sudden feeling of anger flooded Stiles’ mind and body, “she better live.” He whispered more to himself than to Peter, not wanting to talk to him at all. “But the redhead, Lydia is it? If she lives, she might become a werewolf. She’ll be incredibly powerful.” Stiles’ face twisted in confusion, “did you bite her?” He turned to look at the alpha. “Scratched.” He clarified. “That's just great,” Stiles sighed, “once a month Lydia will go out of her mind and try to tear everyone apart.” He shook his head, things were already difficult with Scott being a werewolf. Although he did worry about Lydia a lot. He had known her forever, of course he cared about her, she's his friend. At least he was able to clarify his feelings for her now, and his feelings for y/n… Which were incredibly strong. “Well actually, considering she's a woman- twice a month.” Peter’s twisted humor just made Stiles angier, causing him to press on the accelerator a little harder. - “I’m not sure how long you'll be. You want me to pick out anything specific, sweetheart?” Allison’s mother Victoria asked her daughter, helping her prepare for leaving town with Kate. “I just saw my boyfriend turn into a werewolf.” Was all Allison could say, ignoring her mother and replaying the images of the last thing she saw on a loop in her head. “All right,” her mother sighed, “I'll pick out some things myself.” “Who was that? Was that Scott?” Allison asked. “No. Somebody named Jackson.” Victoria answered. “What are you gonna do to him?” The girl asked, concerned for her friend. “That depends. We have a sort of moral code we follow. Especially when they're that young.” Her mother said, not once turning around from her position in front of the closet. “Scott didn't kill anybody, he couldn't-” Allison rushed to the defense of Scott, until her mother calmly cut her off. “This is all part of a longer conversation.” - Stiles and Peter ended up on a random level of a parking garage. Peter pulling out a laptop. “Good luck getting a signal down here. Oh MiFi. And you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves or just a personal preference?” Stiles sarcastic demeanor beginning to return. “Turn it on. Get connected.” Peter ignored the boy. “You know, you're killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here. Look, you still need Scott’s username and password, and I’m sorry, but I don't know them.” Peter glared at him, “you know both of them.” “No I don't.” Stiles stayed persistent, but Peter’s abilities were too strong. “Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you're lying.” “Dude, I swear to god-” “I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don't make me persuade you… Especially when it comes to that pretty little girl in the white and gold dress. Where is she again? Let's hope the hospital, for her sake.” - Jackson was running through the hospital, turning corners and running past rooms until he ran into the sheriff. “Where is she?” He shouted, desperately looking for Lydia. “Hey. Hey! What the hell happened to those girls?” The sheriff asked when he was finally able to calm the boy down. “I-I don't know,” the boy answered nervously, “I went out looking for her.” He pointed at Lydia. “What, you just happened to wander into the middle of that field and you just found her there like that? Don't lie to me, son.” The sheriff begged. He needed to know what happened to both Lydia and Y/n. He was extremely worried about y/n. He’d known this girl for so long, she was family, just like Scott. Jackson didn't answer so the sheriff rushed forwards and grabbed the sides of his shirt. “What happened to her?” He yelled, forceful. “This isn't my fault!” The boy defended himself. “She's your girlfriend! And y/n your classmate they're your responsibility!” “She didn't go to the formal with me.” Jackson corrected, taking the sheriff by surprise. “Stiles took her.” “Somebody better find my son.” The sheriff whispered, turning around and leaving the teenage boy in the hospital hallway. - “You're going to kill people, aren’t you?” Stiles asked, his nervous fingers typing on the computer. “Only the responsible ones.” He answered. Which immediately turned Stiles’ mind to Scott, “Look, if I do this, you have to promise to leave Scott out of this.” He tried to bargain the safety of his friend. “Do you want to know why wolves hunt in packs,” Peter started, “it's because their favorite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott. I need both of them.” Stiles had stopped typing and was now facing Peter. He really wasn’t scared of him anymore, if he was going to kill him he would’ve already been dead. So Stiles used the brave part of him to speak. “He’s not going to help you.” He said with a straight face, looking Peter dead in the eye. But Peter just laughed, “oh, he will. Because it'll save Allison, and his sister. And you will because it'll save her too, and Scott. Your best friend whom you know so well, even his username and password.” With a sigh, Stiles turned back around to type in the needed information. Peter watched intently as Stiles placed both the username and password into place. “His username is Allison, and his password, is Allison?” He stated unimpressed. “Still want him in your pack?” - After Peter had taken his keys and drove off to the hale house, since that's where Derek was being kept (well underneath it), Stiles ran to the only place he thought he could find her. He ran down the halls until he turned a corner and saw his dad, slowing down. The sheriff immediately noticed his son’s presence. “You know it's a good thing we’re in a hospital because I’m going to kill you.” He said while angrily striding towards his son. “I’m- I’m sorry,” the boy struggled to explain himself, “I lost the keys to my jeep, I had to run all the way here.” “I don't care!” His dad was now yelling. Stiles ran his hands over his head in frustration. He turned around and saw into one of the hospitals rooms through the window. It was Y/n’s room. He watched with wide eyes as she lied there on her back in the hospital bed. Her chest shallowly rising and falling. He could hear the faint noise of beeping from the multiple machines she's hooked up to. So much guilt flooded his body all at once. This was his fault, he and Scott should've told her sooner. Maybe if they had, she wouldn't be here right now. The image of her body falling to the ground made him shiver. Her head in his lap, wanting more than anything for her to open her eyes, eyes that he loved so much. A tear involuntarily slid down his face. “Is she gonna be okay?” He whispered loud enough for his father to here. “They don't know, partially because they don't know what happened. She lost a lot of blood.” Stiles stood, his hand against the window. He wanted to go inside, to see her but they weren't letting anyone in. So he turned around to face his dad, the sight of y/n making his heart ache. “What about Lydia?” Concern laced his voice for his friend, who he also got stuck in this mess. “I don't know, but there's something else going on with her.” Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean?” “The doctors say it's like Lydia’s having an allergic reaction. Her body keeps going into shock,” the sheriff elaborated, “Did you see anything? I mean, do you have any idea who or what attacked her?” Stiles shook his head, now fully aware of how easy it's become for him to lie to the people he cares about. “No. No, I have no idea.” “What about Scott?” His dad asked. “What do you mean? What about him?” “Did he see anything?” Stiles started racing with anxiety, “What do you- is he not here?” “What are you talking about?” His dad asked now on the verge of yelling, “I've been calling him on his cell phone. I've gotten no response.” Stiles sighed, “yeah and you're not going to get one.” - As Scott and Derek approached the entrance of the Hale house when Derek sensed something, something wrong. He stopped in his tracks. “Hey, hold on,” he called out to Scott, “Hold on. Something doesn't feel right.” He said finally catching the beta’s attention. “What do you mean?” “I don't know,” Derek shifted uncomfortably, “It's- it's kind of like it’s-” He would've finished but Scott cut him off, “No, don't say ‘too easy.’ People say ‘too easy.’ And bad things happen. What, do you think finding you was easy? Getting away from Allison’s dad? None of this has been easy.” At the boy’s childish outburst, he gave in. “Fine. You're right.” They continued inside the house. After only a few steps they heard the voice of a woman, more importantly, the voice of Kate. “Now the leg. Flash bolt!” Derek recognizing the terminology called out to Scott, “Scott, your eyes!” Except it wasn't Kate that attacked Scott. Kate was guiding Allison on how to take him down. “Get up!” Derek shouted, but Scott was too weak. “Allison, I can explain.” Scott pleaded to the girl he claimed love for not more than a few hours ago. “Stop lying.” She snapped, “For once, stop lying.” Scott could practically feel her anger. “I Was going to tell you the truth at the formal. I was gonna tell you everything. Because everything that I said, everything that I did-” “Was to protect me.” She finished mockingly. “Yes.” Scott sighed in defeat. “I don't believe you.” Allison whispered to suppress her tears. “Thank god,” Kate interrupted, “now shoot him before I have to shoot myself.” Allison turned to face her, caught off guard. “You- you said we were just gonna catch them?” She questioned her aunt’s motives. And just when Allison, Scott, Derek and everyone thought nothing could get worse. That's exactly what happened. - It all happened so quick in front of Scott. Allison being threatened, Kate’s throat being slashed, and derek killing Peter and becoming the alpha. Taking away any chance Scott had at curing himself. After the longest night of his life, he finally found himself wandering through the halls of the hospital, looking for his sister’s room. He turned a few more corners before he reached his destination. Once Scott approached the window, he hesitantly looked inside. His heart dropped seeing her there, eyes shut. He couldn't help but blame himself. Stiles was right, he should've told her everything from the beginning- when he needed her the most. But at least she wasn't alone, he glanced down to see that Stiles had moved a chair to the edge of her bed so he could hold her hand while she slept. Stiles’ head laying down next to their intertwined hands as he slept as well. Scott smiled to himself, entering the room finally. He walked up to his best friend and let his hand fall lightly on his shoulder. Stiles softly opened his eyes and looked up at him. “Morning sunshine,” Scott chuckled, “can I have a second?” He motioned to y/n with his eyes and Stiles understood what he meant. “Yeah, yeah of course.” He got up and grabbed his jacket, walking towards the door. But before he left, he looked back at y/n one more time and smiled. He could feel it, she was going to be fine. Scott took the chair that Stiles had recently occupied, and placed his hand in hers. Almost instantly y/n’s eyes fluttered open. “Hi.” He breathed, relief flooding through him. She smiled widely, “Hey.” “How are you feeling?” He asked. “Well you know,” she gently positioned herself so she was sitting up against the bed, “it's not everyday you get clawed by an alpha werewolf just because he's trying to kill your beta werewolf twin brother for some sort of twisted second family fettish.” Well at least she didn't lose her humor. Scott thought to himself. “Yeah about all that-” he began to apologize. “Don't. You don't have to. It's all over, and im not mad.” She squeezed his hand for comfort, “just, just tell me now.” He looked up at her with big brown eyes, “but I thought Derek-” “He did,” she cut me off, “But I want to hear the story from you.” So taking a deep breathe, he told her everything. How all this, destruction, started just because he and his best friend snuck out to go find a dead body. They laughed together about all the mistakes Stiles made along the way, they both smiled when Scott told the story of how he and Allison fell in love and finally admitted it, they cried together when Scott told her that any chance of him being cured was taken away from him. Scott and y/n talked for hours, reaching a new level of closeness than they already had. By the end of the story, Scott ended up on the hospital bed right by his sister’s side, where he vowed her would never leave her side again. Even with as much as an emotional roller-coaster as that story is. The twins both felt oddly at peace. Finally, they were back to how things used to be. And there were no more secrets between them. But, believe it or not, their story had just begun. (Feedback and suggestions are always welcome)

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-- part 17

Hey guys, I know it's been about a week since my last update. And you guys have been so patient with me but I'm afraid it's going to be about a week more. Yesterday a girl that I've known since I was 7 killed herself, and I'm still processing it and don't see myself writing very much for a few days. I'm sorry but I love you guys and I'll let you know when I'm back on track

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I really don't want to disappoint anyone. But I don't think I will ever write y/n in as a banshee. Lydia is a banshee because of her bloodline, and also Lydia is THE banshee and I don't want to take that away from her character. I don't want y/n to be something that another character already is if that makes sense?? Anyways, for those of you who wanted banshee I'm really sorry and I hope this doesn't stop you from reading the series!!