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babeyvenus · 2 years ago

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 44: Hellhound

After Sam had gotten better, she was discharged and immediately went to see the sheriff who seemed to be awake a little better.

The older Stilinski smiled at the girl as she peeked in the room. "Hey, Sam.", he greeted. She smiled, happy to see him okay. "Hi.", she responded and came to sit next to him.

"I heard you got discharged. What happened?", the sheriff asked. Sam rubbed behind her neck. "Kinda got poisoned… and I was kinda sick for a while."

Noah's eyebrows furrowed. "How'd that happen?"

Sam frowned. "Theo."

His face changed to a disappointed expression. He knew he was affected by Theo's actions too, but he only hoped his kids didn't get hurt.

Sam noticed his silence and smiled. "I'm just glad you're okay. When I found out what happened, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to help heal you, but my body wouldn't even let me move unless I needed to puke."

Noah's expression softened. "You don't have to worry about me, kiddo."

Sam's smile grew a bit more.

Hours had passed and the boys had come back with Kira, along with the sheriff being discharged.

The teens met up with Stiles' dad. They had gotten news that someone had found a new group of dead bodies under the substation that the boys were at the other day.

They watched as nurses walked by with bodies in black bags on gurneys and brought them into the morgue.

"Who found them?", Stiles asked his dad. Despite the improvement on the sheriff's health, he still looked exhausted.

"Argent.", he replied. "And he said the Doctors were down there."

Sam frowned. "He also said you guys might know what this thing is." He trailed off. "They said that victims were killed somewhere else and then dumped in those tunnels."

"Hey," Scott said, "what if the Dread Doctors are hiding the bodies."

"Why would they do that?", Kira asked. The teens had updated her on everything that had previously happened after she left.

"Maybe they're covering for it.", Stiles suggested. He looked at Scott. "Protecting it as a parent would."

"Protecting what?", Sheriff asked.

"A werewolf," Scott replied.

"The Beast of Gevaudan.", Sam said. "Also known as the Beast," Kira added. The sheriff just looked at the kids, so confused.

"We know. Horrifying.", Stiles said.

"We better figure out what we're gonna call Parrish.", his dad said. "Because it looks like his dream is coming true."

The sheriff had the kids go to school after missing out on so much.

Suddenly, the PA system came on, "By order of the Sheriff, a county-wide curfew goes into effect tonight at sundown.", they heard, shocking the students. "All after-school activities are canceled until further notice. Students should go directly home at the end of the school day."

Their eyes widened as two cops with rifle guns walked past them in the hall and other students looked at them worryingly.

Sam and Scott saw Stiles talking to a cop and they quickly joined them. "You don't think this is a bit much in terms of firepower for a high school?", Stiles asked the deputy.

"Your Dad's the one that issued us these things," he said. "and he wouldn't officially say why."

Stiles looked at his friends with an annoyed expression. He couldn't blame the sheriff, though. He almost lost his job because he couldn't solve the murders caused by the supernatural issues.

"Did he say anything unofficially?", Scott asked.

"No.", the deputy replied. "But everyone's got a theory."

"What's yours?", Stiles asked. "I shouldn't even be talking to you guys.", the deputy dismissed, ignoring Stiles' question. "Don't you have class?"

"Come on, Strauss," Stiles said. "What's your theory?" Strauss glanced over at the other two deputies standing at a distance before he leaned towards the teens and whispered.

"Do you guys believe in the supernatural?" The teens looked confused, feigning innocent curiosity.

Turns out that some of the cops suspected the incidents to be of supernatural occurrences.

The teen quickly dismissed the deputy, laughing it off before leaving the school. Sam followed Scott who found Liam. The supernatural boys looked at each other in surprise as they looked over towards a door.

"Is that it?", Sam asked them. Scott nods as they had found a door to a room that led to the Dread Doctors.

Scott took a breath as he slowly placed his hand on the handle. He slid the door open and they froze once they were faced with a gun pointed at them.

They let out a breath once they saw Chris. "Holy shit…", Sam muttered, a smile growing on her face in relief.

Chris seemed relieved as well and placed back his gun into his belt. Scott suddenly frowned as he sniffed.

Chris caught on. "You didn't," Scott whispered.

"I had to," Chris replied. The teens peeked around Chris' shoulder and saw a familiar face.

Sam glared at Chris. "Really?" Who stood behind them was Chris' father, Gerard. He lost a lot of weight. He looked malnourished, and very pale.

"Hello, Scott. Samantha.", the older man greeted.

Sam growled and Scott's eyes turned red. "That's a new color on you, Scott.", Gerard said and looked at Sam. "Seems the bite kicked in as well."

"You want another one?", Sam threatened.

"Who's the old guy?", Liam asked. "Gerard.", Sam replied.

"At the moment," Gerard chuckled. "they would call me a necessary evil. But yes, my name is Gerard."

"What were you thinking?", Scott asked Chris.

Chris frowned. "That we need him."

"He's right.", Gerard agreed. "If you want to catch a werewolf-like the Beast of Gevaudan, you're going to need more than one Argent."

Scott looked at Sam and she sighed. This again. She hated using the Argents for their issues.

Chris stepped forward, "He knows all the stories. All the folklore. Everything is written and everything passed down."

Scott stepped forward as well. "You sure about this?"

Chris sighed, "Take a look." He motioned the teens to follow him. They walked into another room and saw a painting on the wall at the far end of the room.

They walked up to it. There was a drawing of two beasts attacking each other. One of them had flames coming out of its mouth and bright orange eyes.

That beast would be considered Parrish, but Scott wasn't sure. The other Beast looks like a giant werewolf, a bit bigger than the flame engulfed beast. Both had one of their arms up, ready to attack each other. The bigger beast had a hold on the smaller one and had his hand wrapped around its arm.

"The one on the right is the Beast of Gevaudan," Chris explained. He looked over at Scott and Sam. "Do you know what the other one is?"

They both shook their heads.

"The Hellhound," Gerard said. "The guardian of supernatural places. They're both creatures of the night. But you may know them as ordinary people during the day."

"And most likely neither of them knows what they are.", Chris added.

"Kinda like Jackson…", Sam muttered, making Scott look at her in realization.

"What is it?", Chris asked the boy.

"Stiles and I found a message in Latin…", Scott explained. "Damnatio Memoriae."

Chris's eyes widened as he looked back at his dad. "They want it to remember itself.", Gerard informed.

"That might give us time.", Chris said. "Time for what?", Liam asked, worried.

"To prevent this.", Chris replied as he stepped up to the painting. He placed his hands on the wall and lowered his head. Then he started kicking the walls and destroying the tiles as they hit the floor.

Sam frowned as she looked at the mural. Her eyes widened as she nudged Scott and pointed at it after Chris had finished.

The two beasts weren't just fighting. They were fighting on top of a pile of dead bodies in a field. Chris stepped back as they all just stared at the drawing in shock.

"Who are they?", Liam asked. "Us.", Sam replied. "It's all of us."

Liam looked at Sam and Scott in panic. Immediately, Scott started to talk with Chris to figure out how they would stop the Beast.

However, Sam tuned them out as her ears were filled with sounds of distant screams and growling. Her heart raced as she stepped towards the painting and held her hand out to touch it.

The moment she touched the painting, she was now in the lacrosse field. There were people running around and screaming, tumbling over dead bodies and scattering.

She turned and saw the Beast standing in the middle of the field and growling loudly.

She frowned as a bright orange light caught her attention. Once she turned around, her eyes widened to see Parrish engulfed in flames.

Parrish walked up to the girl, a blank look plastered on his face. "Death is coming.", he muttered and she took in a gasp, her vision coming back to the Dread Doctors operating room.

She let out a sigh, as Scott placed a hand on her shoulder. "What did you see?", Scott asked.

"The lacrosse field…dead bodies…and the beast. I'm starting to think this is gonna come true.", she said, looking at the painting and pulled out her phone to take a picture.

Gerard and Chris exchanged a look of understanding.

The next day, Sam rushed to the Sheriff's station. She had to get answers. Parrish was the hellhound? How? Why?

Once she got in, she made her way to Parrish's desk while he was looking over some papers.

"Can we talk for a sec?", she asked the deputy. Parrish looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be in school?"

"Jordan, this is serious.", she said, frowning. His eyes widened and he stood up, motioning her to follow him, and she did just that. "What's wrong?", he asked.

"Well… you wouldn't happen to have any type of apocalyptic dreams, would you? No dead bodies at the school? No beast on the lacrosse field?", she asked.

He looked at the girl with wide, confused eyes and shook his head. "No, why?"

She sighed. What did that vision mean then? Was it wrong? Was he not the hellhound?

She took out her phone and showed him the picture of the painting. "Look, this is you and the Beast fighting each other."

He looked at the picture with furrowed eyebrows. "When I touched it, I saw the Beast standing on the Lacrosse field. There were screams and people running away and then you showed up in flames. Saying something about death is coming."

His eyes widened, "Does anybody else know about this?"

Sam shook her head, "I figured I'd just go straight to the source."

He frowned and looked at the picture then back at her. "Why would I say "death is coming" ?"

Sam shrugged, "I've got no clue either."

It wasn't good. Parrish had no idea and they were back to being frustrated with not knowing the beast's next move.

Malia came back with Deaton and Braeden after battling her mother.

Apparently Deaton had been captured and held hostage this entire time. It was relieving news that he was back and safe.

"Unit Five heading northwest on Crescent reporting an incredibly large…something.", the trip heard Hayden's sister say.

"I've got eyes on the same thing.", another deputy said. "Unit Six to Dispatch. We have a situation downtown."

The teens felt their nervousness wave in the jeep.

"Multiple fatalities."

"Copy, medics on the way.", another deputy answered.

Deaths already. This wasn't supposed to happen…

"Do you have a perp insight, Unit Six?"

"10-4," Dispatch replied, "can you say what kind of animal?"

"Some kind of rabid animal."

Hayden's sister's voice came through, "Unit Five to Nine, trust me, that's no animal."

"Looks like a 10 91E.", they hear.

Sam gave Stiles a raised eyebrow. Stiles shook his head. "Animal attack." She nodded in understanding.

Stiles grabbed the radio and pressed the button, "All units stay back. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage."

The teens jumped, hearing Stiles' dad on the line. "Stiles, get off the radio." His dad replied angrily. "All units alert. Wait for backup. Repeat, no one goes near this thing."

"Unit Nine, I've got it turning off Oakridge southbound on Beachwood.", they heard Hayden's sister say.

"All units, this is dispatch. We've got a 911 call with additional sightings on Mitchell. This thing is either moving fast, or split in two."

Sam frowned. How fast was this thing moving? "Wait a second." Stiles spoke up. "Beachwood to Mitchell?"

"It's headed for the hospital…", Sam said in realization.

Stiles quickly took the radio and spoke into it, "Dad."

"Stiles, get off of this channel.", the sheriff fussed.

"Dad, just listen to me, okay? It's headed for the hospital, all right? He's headed for Beacon Memorial." Scott's eyes widened. Melissa was working tonight.

Stiles pressed in panic. "You hear me? It's headed for the hospital.", he repeated, speeding up.

Scott hurriedly called his mother and she quickly answered.

"Hey, what's wrong sweetie?", Melissa asked. "You gotta evacuate the hospital, now!", Scott replied. "Okay, they're making an–"

She stayed silent. Then all of a sudden, sirens went off. "I think Dispatch just called in."

She hung up. The trio all looked at each other in despair.

"Need eyes on Parrish.", they heard the sheriff once more. "Does anyone have Parrish's 20?"

The dispatcher's voice spoke, "All units, we have a 911 emergency call reporting a man on fire running."

Parrish.

"Clark, disregard.", Sheriff Stilinski said and the teens sighed in relief.

The trio quickly ran into the hospital after arriving and looked around. They jumped at the sound of a cocked gun and turned around to see Stiles' dad.

Sam frowned as she looked at the gun he held. "That's not gonna do it.", she muttered and froze as she felt a heavy presence moving around in the hospital.

The beast was already here.

Shit.

They stayed silent as they heard a thud and a growl. They looked above them, hearing the growls get louder.

Sam tried to detect which floor the beast was on and who else was there. There were other people up there. Patient, doctor or otherwise.

"Fourth floor.", she muttered and led them up to the fourth floor.

Once they arrived, they saw flames in lighting up in certain areas of the hallways. That was definitely Parrish's work.

The hallway lights flashed and dimmed, causing a difficulty with seeing things clearly.

The sheriff stepped in front of the teens, holding up his gun and looking around as he led them down the hallways.

Just as they were about to turn a corner, a huge fireball flew past them. They looked to see where the source of the thrown ball had come from and saw Parrish being thrown back into a wall, his flames quickly dying out.

Parrish looked back at them, his eyes sparkling a bright orange. He was wounded. He had three large, deep claw marks on his chest.

His eyes slowly dimmed out as he began to fall into unconsciousness.

The sheriff walked over towards Parrish with Sam following behind him. Parrish's eyes were open, just blank. "Parrish? Are you okay? Deputy!", the sheriff exclaimed, calling the young deputy. Parrish awakened and looked at Sheriff Stilinski.

Parrish looked at both the sheriff and Sam in confusion as his body quickly healed. Her eyes widened. She didn't know he could do that…

Now he just looked dirty.

Sam looked back at Scott and Stiles, getting up and following them. Scott's attention was focused on the floor and Sam followed his gaze. A large bloody paw print was plastered on the floor. It had to have come from the beast.

However, the large bloody paw prints turned into smaller bloody footprints. Scott and Sam raised an eyebrow at each other.

Who was the beast?

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harringtonstilinski · 2 years ago

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 89 ; Memory Found

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 6,028 Warnings: angst, multiple pov switches A/N: Hi, friends! 89 Chapters down, 11 to go!! Emma is going to be with Scott (platonically) until Chapter 90. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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FIRST PERSON POV

After leaving Scott’s house, Scott, Lydia, Malia and I basically abandoned everyone else at Scott’s house and went straight for Argent’s bunker. Scott and Malia were in charge of making sure their areas were closed and locked while Lydia and I locked the tunnel gate.

Running down the tunnel, we both voiced, “The tunnel gate’s locked.” Running through the door to the bunker, Lydia added, “Everything’s locked.”

Scott closed and locked the bunker door as Malia came running up to us. “Think it’ll hold them off?”

“Probably not,�� Scott said.

“Definitely not,” Lydia said.

“Guys, positivity here, come on,” I said.

“You guys aren’t hoping I’m gonna be the optimist, are you?” Malia asked.

“Nope. That’s what I’m here for,” I sassed.

Scott looked over to the device that Lydia told us about with Parrish. “So, how cold does this thing get?” “Cold enough for a Hellhound,” Lydia said.

“It’s not the same as the ice bath we gave Isaac, but it can lower your core temperature past anything a human can survive,” I said.

Scott looked at me, silently asking how I knew that. “Lydia told me all about this thing after Parrish went in.”

“So what does freezing our asses off have to do with our memories?” Malia asked.

“It’ll slow your heart rate, and put you in a trance-like state,” Lydia explained.

“Like hypnosis,” Scott said.

“Hypnotic regression,” I corrected. “If we can figure out how to work it.”

Malia looked next to her, pointing to the device, stating, “This says start, so maybe it’s not that complicated.”

“It’s complicated,” Scott said. I looked over at him, seeing the look on his face before I looked at the different knobs on the right side of this thing.

“Oh, damn,” I muttered.

“So, optimistically, how much time do you think we need to do this?” Malia asked.

“As much time as Liam and Stilinski can buy us,” Scott said. He looked up at the red lever and pulled on it, opening the door to the freezing chamber.

I started humming and bouncing my shoulders lightly.

Scott turned around and faced me, a confused look on his face. “What are you humming?”

“I’m Mister White Christmas, I’m Mister Snow, I’m Mister Icicle, I’m Mister Ten-Below,” I sang.

“Oh, God,” Lydia muttered.

I chuckled, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out, reading the text I’d gotten from Sheriff.

Sheriff: Was your dad scheduled to work today?

To Sheriff: Yeah, why?

Sheriff: He’s not here. The whole station is empty.

To Sheriff: …

“Em?” Lydia asked.

“My dad’s been taken. Odds are, my mom has, too,” I said, tears forming in my eyes. I couldn’t dwell on this right now, I had to get Stiles back. I had to get him back in my arms where he belongs.

Scott took off his shirt, handing it to me before Malia reached over and hit the start button on the side of the device.

“Okay, it’s doing something,” Malia said. “You ready?”

Scott looked down at me as I gave him a reassuring nod. He hesitantly reached for the door, opening it a little more to give him room to step inside. Once he stepped in, he turned around and faced us, the door hissing as it closed. Lydia closed all the red levers, the hissing sounding more.

“Remember,” Lydia said. “This will get cold enough to kill you.”

“So, if something feels wrong or like, it’s not working--” I said.

“It’s going to work,” Scott said.

“I really hope you’re not saying that because you think we know what we’re doing,” I sassed.

“I’m saying that because I know you can figure it out,” he reassured.

I gave him eyes that said you’re in trouble if I can’t.

Lydia reached over and turned the knobs from one to ten, Scott gasping at the cold it was sending out. “Oh, okay, alright, yeah, that’s cold. Really cold,” he said.

“So what are we supposed to do?” Malia asked. “Talk to him? Help him remember? Wait ‘til he turned into a werewolf freezy pop?”

“You sound like a worried girlfriend, Malia,” I said. She gave me unamused eyes that I shook my head at and sighed. “We need to guide him. Keep him focused.”

It broke my heart seeing him shivering the way he was, so I decided to talk to him to get his mind off of the cold. “Scotty, you have to think about him. Concentrate on Stiles.”

“Should Emma do all the talking?” I heard Malia whisper.

“I’ll step in if I need to,” Lydia whispered back.

“Girls,” I said. I put my attention back on Scott, voice as soft and gentle as I could muster. “Try to picture him in your head, Scotty. Think about what he looks like, things he said.”

The machine started whirring, Scott groaning.

“Lydia,” I warned, eyes still on Scott.

“I don’t like this,” Malia said. “Something’s wrong.”

“Ya think?” I sassed.

“Wait, don’t argue,” Lydia said. “Give it a few more seconds.”

Scott started grunting in pain, putting his hand on the glass in front of me.

“I’m getting him out of there,” Malia said. She put her hand on the top lever, ready to open it before I grabbed her wrist.

“Malia Tate, you open this door and I swear I’ll find a way to send you back to the woods in coyote form, got it?” I said.

I watched from the corner of my eye as Scott slid his hand down the glass slowly. Reminded me of the handprint scene from Titanic.

“Scotty. Can you hear me?”

Scott opened his eyes, his Alpha Reds shining back at me.

“Scotty. Can you hear me?” I needed confirmation or else I was getting him out of this chamber thing myself.

His eyes started closing, almost like he was fighting sleep.

“Scotty, don’t fall asleep. You have to keep your eyes open.”

“Trying…” he said, voice laced with sleep.

“Lyds,” I said.

“Keep talking to him,” she said.

I looked at him a little longer. “It’s not sleep. I think you’re losing consciousness. And if you do that, I think we’re gonna lose you. I’m gonna lose you.” Scott closed his eyes again, Malia’s protective instinct coming out.

“Scott, stay awake,” she yelled. “Scott!”

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THIRD PERSON POV / SCOTT’S MEMORIES

Walking up the stairs in his house, Scott was determined to find some memories. When he got to the top of the stairs, he heard Stiles’ voice. “You kissed her, Scott. You kissed Emma.” He saw Emma’s body leaning against practically nothing before a body quickly came in and out of focus. He was sure this was Stiles.

“Guys, please let me out,” Scott heard his own voice. He started to remember this night. It was the night he kissed Emma and started saying all the lies about her, saying that she was the one who kissed him, not the other way around. He remembered feeling awful that night, too. “It’s the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn’t do any of this on purpose. And it’s killing me. I feel completely hopeless. Just, please, let me out.”

“I can’t,” Stiles said, shaking his head. It was quiet again for a few minutes before Emma and Stiles heard Scott screaming.

Scott heard more voices in his head, turning his head from side to side.

“Scotty,” Emma’s voice came through, but it didn’t sound like a memory. “Try to find him.”

Another memory with Stiles popped up.

The night Scott snuck back onto the bus to remember that Derek attacked the driver; “Okay, why is it starting to feel like you’re Batman and I’m Robin?” Stiles asked.

“Try to find him in your memories,” Emma said.

The day Stiles and Emma tried to teach Scott how to control his shifting; “You have something, Scott,” Stiles said. “Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do.”

“Find him in any memory, good or bad,” Emma said, hand on the window.

Scott looked around as if he was trying to find a memory, but was getting drowned in all the ones he’s had with Stiles and the ones that were coming through.

The night on the hospital roof with the Alpha Pack; “Scott, there’s gotta be something else, okay? We always-- we always have a Plan B,” Stiles said, tears in his eyes.

The day Stiles had a panic attack from not being able to read; “This is just a dream,” Stiles said. “You’re dreaming.”

The night Emma, Stiles and Liam followed Theo to the bridge; “Why can’t you trust anyone?” Scott asked.

“Because you trust everyone!” Stiles yelled.

The only thing that Scott could do was look around, being drowned by all the memories he has with Stiles. One thing that was making him more confused was the fact that Emma was in every single one of his memories with Stiles.

“Scott?” Emma’s voice came through. “Scotty, do you hear me?”

Scott’s eyes started to fill with tears as the memories kept piling up on top of one another as Emma continued talking to him.

“Scott, you have to try to focus!” Emma said.

“That’s it, there’s no going back,” Stiles said.

In his memories, Scott saw Stiles holding Emma’s lifeless body the night they went to save just Lydia from Eichen, but ended up saving Emma from the institution, as well.

He even saw Stiles sitting on the table for the MRI machine at the hospital, the two hugging it out while Emma stood next to them. “I’ll do something,” Scott said.

More memories crept up on Scott, seeing Stiles slam his hand into his Jeep, frustrated that Scott was trusting Theo when he first came into town.

Scott slammed his hands over his ears, the memories becoming too much for him. “No, don’t!”

The day Emma and Stiles told Scott he’s a werewolf; “You’re cursed, Scott,” Stiles said.

“Scott?” he heard Emma say. “Scotty, can you hear me? Scott, listen. Imagine this...okay? Imagine you’re in the high school. Visualize yourself in the high school, in the corridor where all the lockers are. Just try to imagine standing there. That’s where your memories are. They’re all in the lockers. They’re locked away behind each one. Every memory of Stiles is in a separate locker. Scotty, you’re there. In the high school. You’re standing there now.”

Scott opened his eyes from having them closed, realizing that he’s now standing exactly where Emma said he’d be. He looked around for a moment before focusing on one locker in particular, walking up to it and putting his hand on the latch. Before he opened it, however, he looked at the lockers on his right then his left, wondering which memory would be the right one before looking back at the locker he was standing in front of, opening it. He was submerged in a memory, but the locker quickly shut in his face before he could get too far in.

“Emma, I need your help,” Scott said, starting to freak out some. “I don’t think I can do this. I can’t figure it out.”

“Keep looking,” Emma said.

“There are memories, but I don’t know which one’s the right one. What am I supposed to do, Em?”

“Find another memory, Scotty. Just find another memory.”

He went to open the locker next to the first one, but Malia’s voice cut in this time.

“Scott? Scott, can you hear me? Listen, I remember something. At the start of the year, Stiles was trying to find a place for you guys and Emma to live after graduation. He said you three were getting an apartment together? And I remember hearing Emma say something to Stiles. She said it’s not always a good idea to live with your friends. Even your best friend. But Stiles said it wouldn’t matter because you and him weren’t just friends. You guys were more like brothers.”

The word brother echoed in Scott’s mind as he opened the locker again, looking inside of it with confusion. He leaned in closer, seeing a flare from the bus they had taken to the Motel Glen Capri for last year's track meet that ended up being canceled, holding it in his hand as he pulled it out of the locker and dropping his arm to have it by his side.

“Scott McCall, you listen to me, okay? You're not no one. Okay? You're someone. You're--” Emma stopped talking as she started to choke out a sob.

“Scott, you're our best friend. Okay. And we need you. Scott, you're our brother, you're my brother,” Stiles said, stepping a little closer to Emma.

“Alright, so...” Emma said. Stiles and Emma looked down then at each other and took a step into the gasoline puddle, but he moved around her to stand on her other side. “So, if you're gonna do this, then...”

Stiles reached towards the flare, grabbing it. “I think you're just gonna have to take us with you, then. Alright?”

Scott and Emma were sobbing messes as Stiles successfully took the flare out of Scott's hand and tossed it behind them.

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FIRST PERSON POV

Lydia, Malia and I caught Scott as he fell from the chamber, Lydia having opened it.

Scott gasped for breath as he looked at me over his shoulder. “What, what’s wrong? Why’d you bring me out?”

“Scotty, your heart rate dropped, you were gonna die,” I exclaimed.

“We had to,” Malia and Lydia added.

Scott looked back at the chamber over both our shoulders. “But then-- but then nothing happened, did it?”

Lydia looked at him with sad eyes as he said, “It didn’t work.”

Scott turned around in my arms, looking back at the chamber again, saying, “I’m going back in.”

“No the hell you’re not!” I said, standing quickly and in front of the chamber.

“It was working. Something was happening. I could feel it.”

“But nothing was out here. Nothing, Scott. All we saw was you freezing to death!”

He went to move more towards the chamber, but Malia grabbed his arm, saying, “You’re still too cold.”

He lifted his hand, watching it shake. “We can’t give up now.”

“We’re not,” Malia said. “It’s my turn.” She took off her shirt, ready to risk her own life. If this was last year during the Deadpool, I would’ve said go for it, but I wasn’t too keen on letting her do this. She continued her statement, “I have plenty of memories of Stiles, too.”

“It’s too dangerous,” Lydia said.

“I agree,” I said.

“But it’s not as dangerous as doing nothing,” Scott said, looking at Malia. “She’ll probably handle the cold better than me.”

“If it’s all about connection-- Emma, I know you don’t want to hear this-- then Stiles was the first person I connected with in a long time,” Malia continued.

Scott looked over at me, my lips pulled off to the side and breathed in deeply, releasing it in a sigh as I crossed my arms. “She’ll need a visual,” he said.

I stood there for a second, thinking of a visual for Malia to use. “Okay, I think I have an idea.”

“Please don’t let this be sarcastic,” Lydia muttered.

“It’s not,” I said, leaning forward. I looked over at Malia. “Girlfriend, if your heart rate goes down like Scott’s, or if we think you’re gonna freeze to death--”

“Then get me the hell out of there,” Malia said.

I nodded and stepped off to the side as she walked up to the chamber, getting inside and turning to face us, Scott locking the door.

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THIRD PERSON POV / MALIA’S MEMORIES

Going deep within her own subconscious, Malia found herself in the library at the high school. Books were all over the floor as if someone had come and ransacked the place, her walking on top of the books, not really caring.

“Can you see yourself there?” Emma asked. “Are you in the library now?”

Malia looked around, surprised that she was actually where Emma said she’d be. “I’m here,” she said, shocked. “I’m in the library.”

“Can you see the books?”

“I see them,” Malia replied, looking off to her right at all the books.

“Concentrate on them. The books on the shelves are your memories. Everything that’s ever happened to you. Find the shelf… that has all of your memories of Stiles… even if I’m in them. Try to find a memory where you made some kind of connection with him.”

Malia turned to her left, finding a shelf that she thought was her memories of Stiles. She picked up one, opening it and being submerged in a couple memories of their time at Eichen.

Walking out of her room at Eichen, Malia looked down the hall to her left, spotting Stiles, who looked at her in confusion as to why she was here when they saved her and returned her to her father just a couple weeks prior.

Standing in front of her, Stiles tried talking to her. “Hey! Sti--”

Malia interrupted his greeting by punching him dead in the jaw.

Malia quickly closed that memory book, looking around.

“Did you find something?”

“I definitely connected,” Malia answered, dropping the book without a second thought. Picking up another book, she opened it and gasped, memory after memory flooding back.

The night of the impromptu party at the Lake House, when she felt her connection; “I'm not gonna run. Because I don't think you're gonna hurt us,” Stiles said.

Emma stepped forward in front of Stiles, putting on her brave face. If she was gonna hurt anyone, it was gonna be Emma. “I think maybe you're so afraid of hurting Stiles because of what you did to your family.”

Standing in the men’s bathroom at Eichen; “You want to help me?” Malia asked, standing in front of Stiles with a towel wrapped around her. “Find a way to change me back.”

“You want to go back?” Stiles asked, looking at her like she was crazy. “To being a coyote?”

She closed and dropped that book as well, looking around at all the books on the ground, telling herself to find something else. After picking up book after book, hers and Stiles’ voices filled the air. The next memory shocked her, almost to her core. She instantly remembered watching their exchange.

“I gotta leave for a few, okay?” he said.

“What? No. Why? Where are you going?” Emma asked. “You gotta stay here with me.” She put her hand on his upper arm.

“Whatever's happening, it's worse for you guys. That means it's not just people getting sick, it's another assassin.”

Emma sighed, locking eyes with Scott. He stood up and started walking over towards Stiles and Emma, kneeling down next to her.

“Scott's gonna take my place with you, okay?”

Emma nodded and started moving so Scott could get into Stiles' previous spot. Kira walked over to them as Scott sat down and got situated. Emma shivered and put her hands on her arms.

“Here,” Stiles said, taking off his jacket. He put it around Emma’s shoulders, Kira helping her put it on the rest of the way.

“Damn, I feel so useless,” Emma said softly.

“You're not,” Kira reassured. “It's just affecting you a lot differently than it is us.”

“It's rendering me useless,” Emma tried to sass out.

Kira chuckled and rubbed her arm.

Emma looked back at Stiles, all the seriousness in the world in her eyes as she looked at him. She felt tears start to water in her waterline causing her to sniffle. “You're coming back, right?”

He chuckled and ran his hand through her hair. “Yeah. You know I'd never leave you behind.”

Emma put her hand over his, leaning in his touch. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Their lips moved in sync for a couple of seconds before they just stopped, their lips still pressed to each others. Savoring the moment.

He pulled away and helped her lay back down against Scott. She held on to his hand for as long as she could.

“I love you, handsome,” she muttered.

“Malia, can you hear us?” Emma asked, worriedly.

“Malia?” Lydia’s voice came through.

“Malia, open your eyes,” Scott said.

Before the wall could slide closed, Stiles turned back around and locked eyes with Emma. Malia could see and sense even from where she was sitting the love that the two had for each other. But, Stiles was her anchor and nothing was going to change that.

“Open your eyes, Malia,” Scott said.

Malia came out of the memory, tears filling her eyes. She dropped the book as a tear started to fall from her waterline. She put her hand on the next book, taking a deep breath and releasing it. Frost started to form on her hand and up her arm. Her Coyote Blues shined for a moment before she came out of her subconscious.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

I jumped a little as Malia slammed her hand against the glass of the chamber, gasping. Scott and I looked at each other before he sprang into action going to unlock the levers.

A green light above us started to shine, so I quickly tapped his arm. “Scotty, look.”

He looked over his shoulder at the green light, I’m guessing eyes wide with shock.

“Something’s happening,” Lydia said.

Ice was starting to form on the glass as Malia continued to gasp, her hand still on the glass. All three of us jumped into action, pulling the levers on the door to open it as the machine gave us warning beeps.

Malia fell into Scott’s arms, shivering at the cold the chamber brought on. Scott moved her to a chair, trying to find a blanket for her to use. Lydia worked on turning the chamber off while I paced, trying to think of something else to try.

“What are you doing?” Scott asked, looking over at Lydia.

“It’s too dangerous,” Lydia replied.

“We’re not going to save anyone by freezing you guys to death,” I added.

“But it was working, wasn’t it?” Malia asked.

“There was a light and a strange noise.”

“No Stiles,” Lydia added.

“But I remember him now,” Scott said. “I can see him in my head.”

“So can I,” Malia said.

“He’s more real now than he’s ever been. If we can bring Stiles back, we can bring everyone back.”

“Scotty, there’s a huge difference in being a vivid memory and an actual corporeal human being,” I said.

“I know,” he said, taking his arms from around Malia and taking a couple steps towards me. “Which is why I think it should be you.”

I gaped at him, brows shooting into my hairline. “Wha-- me? Why me? I won’t last two seconds in there, let alone two minutes.”

“Then think of something else. Malia’s right.”

“It’s all about the connection,” Lydia said, putting her hand on my shoulder.

“When I was remembering him, I was also remembering the two of you together. All the memories of us as kids growing up until he got taken,” Scott said. “I don’t think anyone had a connection like you guys.”

“Yeah. I saw it, too,” Malia added, looking down sadly. “Except for when we were in Eichen.” She looked back up at me, a tear running down her cheek. “You have to try, Emma.”

I grabbed the ring around my neck, holding onto it tightly. I closed my eyes slowly, and took a deep breath. Opening my eyes back up, I looked at Scott, nodding ever so slightly.

“Then we have to do it the old-fashioned way,” Lydia said. I looked back at her as she looked at me and continued, “We’re going to have to actually hypnotize you.” We all got to work looking for the items Lydia told us to look for… well, Scott and Malia were looking, I was back to pacing as she was writing down information.

“My mother had a hypnotist who helped her quit smoking,” Lydia said. “She had me see the same one when I was 10.”

“You smoked when you were 10?” Scott asked.

I chuckled, looking at him as I paced back by him. “No. She bit her fingernails.”

“How do you know that?” Lydia asked, looking at me from over her shoulder.

I shrugged. “I used to do the same thing, so I recognized your twitches before you would start.”

She hummed. “Good to know. Scott, just find a lighter or a candle, please.”

I stepped back a few steps as Malia turned on the blow torch she found. “Too much?” she asked.

“I got one,” Scott said, holding up a candle.

“Em, go sit,” Lydia said.

I sighed and closed my eyes, gearing myself up to be hypnotized before I nodded once to myself. “Let’s do this.” I walked over to the table and sat down at one of the stools provided, the candle already lit. Scott sat in front of me, Malia next to him and Lydia sat down next to me, finishing up her writing. “What’s that?”

“An induction script,” Lydia said. “One of us is going to talk you through this.” She placed the pen down, handing me the pad of paper, looking at me expectantly.

“Oh, you want me to choose?” I asked, pointing the pad at myself. Lydia nodded and swayed her head a little. I sighed and looked at all of them, weighing my options. I ultimately decided on Scott, handing him the pad. “I figured that if I get lost or if you can hear my heart slowing down, or even not at all--” I looked at Malia, Scott having told me she didn’t hear my heart the day we quarantined ourselves in the Hale Vault during the Deadpool. I looked back at Scott, moving my hair off my shoulder and putting my arms on the table, resting on them. “You’d be able to pull me out and get my heart rate back up.”

“So, I just read?” Scott asked.

“Well, you have to soften your voice,” Lydia said. “Keep it relaxed but not monotone. Go for clarity, not volume.”

Scott and I looked at each other for a moment before I nodded and placed my palms on the table, closing my eyes. After a moment, I let Scott’s voice fill my head.

“Take a deep breath and look at the candle,” Scott started. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, looking at the candle. “Feel the muscles in your body begin to relax. Your hands relaxing. Your eyelids relaxing.”

I closed my eyes as he was reading off the paper, fully relaxed enough to go deep in my subconscious.

After a moment, I heard Scott’s voice again. “As you relax, imagine you’re at home, the one you grew up in across the street from the Stilinski’s. You’re in your room, sitting with your legs crossed on your bed, manilla files sitting in front of you. When you open each file, it’s going to play memories from your life. The files give you total control. You can open any memory you want. All you have to do, is grab a file and open it.”

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THIRD PERSON POV / EMMA’S MEMORIES

Upon opening her eyes, Emma was sitting on her bed, just like Scott was reading. She looked down at the files, seeing that each one was labeled at a specific time in her life. She figured Lydia chose this setting with the files because she wanted to become a lawyer just like her mother.

Reaching hesitantly for the first file, Emma grabbed it and opened it, slowly, unsure of what memory was going to unfold in front of her.

The day they went to Lydia’s house to check on her after seeing Alpha at the movie rental store; “Honey, Emma and Stiles are here to see you,” Mrs. Martin said.

Lydia was looking at her hand when she asked, “What the hell is a Stiles?”

“Try to find a memory of Stiles. A memory where you felt a connection with him,” Scott’s voice said. Emma started muttering something from the memory she was reliving. “Keep looking for Stiles. Find another memory.”

File after file, Emma kept opening them and tossing them off to the side, getting a little frustrated that she couldn’t find the right memory. She eventually shoved the files down her bed a little, resting her elbows on her knees and putting her head in between her hands, grabbing at her hair.

“Scotty, this isn’t working,” Emma said.

“Pick up another file, Em. Find a memory of Stiles,” Scott said.

Emma picked up her head, breathing a little heavy. She looked around, seeing a file sitting on her nightstand. Furrowing her brows, she leaned over and picked up the file. Running her hand over it, she had a feeling that this memory would be the one she’d needed to remember. Closing her eyes, she let out a deep breath, tears already filling her eyes. She opened the file, getting lost in the memory she couldn’t believe she forgot.

“You wanna dance?” Stiles asked.

Emma looked at Lydia then back to him. “Pass. Dance with Lydia. She's your date, after all,” she said.

“You know what? Let me try that again,” he said. He stood up and put a hand on the back of Emma’s chair, the other in front her. “Emma... get off your cute little ass and dance with me now.”

“Someone's being me tonight, all sassy. Interesting tactic, Stiles, but I'm gonna stick with a hard pass.” She looked over to where Lydia should've been sitting and looked around, seeing her dancing with some random dude from the lacrosse team.

“Emma, get up... okay? You're gonna dance with me. I don't care that you made out with Scott, even though he was under the full moon influence. God,” he hung his head. All Emma could do was watch him. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this,” he whispered to himself, but she still caught it. He looked back up at her, continuing his words. “Emma, I've had a crush on you since the third grade. And I know that somewhere inside that sassy and stubborn ass exterior there's a super sweet girl. And I'm also pretty sure that I'm the only one who knows how smart you really are. Uh-huh. And that once you're done being all damn sassy and stubborn – because it drives me crazy – you'll eventually leave Beacon Hills-- and me-- and go off and write some insane mathematical theorem that wins you the Nobel Prize.”

All Emma could do was just stare at him. That's all she could do. When everything he said got stuck in her head, she smiled at him. “Stiles, I would never leave you behind. I'd take you with me wherever I went. And also,” she said, standing up. “A Fields Medal.”

“What?”

“Nobel doesn't have a prize for mathematics. The Field's Medal is the one I'll be winning.” They looked at each other for a little bit longer. He had that damn look in his eyes again. You'd think she’d have it figured out by now, but she had the same look on her face.

She took his hand in hers, feeling a tingle in her arm, and walked to the dance floor.

“That’s when it happened,” Emma said.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

I opened my eyes, tears filling them and took in a deep breath, coming out of my hypnosis.

“When what happened?” Scott asked.

All I could do was stare at the flame, thinking back to another memory as they all came flooding back. I thought back to the night of the Winter Formal Sophomore year.

Stiles nodded and smirked. “Come here,” he said. He grabbed my hands and pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my middle. I put my hands on the back of his neck as he started swaying us from side to side. I smiled and put my head on his shoulder. He had his head ducked down, as guys do when they dance with short girls like me.

He pulled his head up, causing me to do the same.

“What's up?” I asked when I noticed the look on his face.

He sighed and put his forehead against mine, both of our eyes shutting. I sighed in content, taking in this moment, afraid I wouldn't get another chance like this with him ever again.

He said in a voice low enough for only me to hear, “I mean it when I said I've been crushing on you since third grade. And you look absolutely stunning tonight.”

“Emma, what do you mean?” Scott asked again. “When what happened?”

Another memory came back, the night Gerard took him before we left to help save Jackson.

I watched as Stiles shook his head, looking down at his lap. “No, I'm not a hero, Dad.”

“You were last night.” Sheriff got up and tapped Stiles on the shoulder then walked out. I just stayed looking at him. “I'm not a hero,” he whispered.

He looked up at me and stared for a second. “You are a hero,” I whispered.

“No, Em. I'm not.”

“You're my hero. You helped protect me that night at the school from Peter. You've always made sure that I was okay and protected above all else. That's what hero's do,” I said, getting off the arm of the chair to sit sideways in his lap. I put my hand on his cheek to guide his eyes to mine. “You'll always be my hero.”

“The night of the Winter Formal Sophomore year,” I said, tears in my eyes. “When he told me how he felt. That’s when it all changed.” The memory of him and I in the Jeep the night the Ghost Riders took him flashed through my mind as well the night he saved me from Valack. “I saw him. I was there. I was the last person to see him.” I closed my eyes, the tears finally streaming down my cheeks.

“Where? When did you see him?” Scott asked.

I looked from the flame up to Scott. “The Ghost Riders, they-- when they took him.”

“Emma-- Emma!” he said, turning to face me.

I sighed and looked at him, tears lining my eyes.

“Emma, I’m going to be erased, okay? Just like Alex. You’re gonna forget me.”

“I won’t. No, I won’t. I can’t,” I said, voice shaky.

I reached forward and laced our fingers together, leaning my forehead against his, sighing as tears streamed down my face.

“Just remember…” he whispered. “Remember I love you.”

Before I could press my lips against his, the door opened and he was yanked from my grasp, the door closing again just a second after.

The flame blew out on the candle, wind coming into the room. The tears finally stopped forming in my eyes as I looked back at the candle and thought about to the last words I said to him. “I never said it back.” I looked back up at Scott, both of our eyes filling with tears. “I never said it back.”

The green light from earlier returned, only this time the table was shaking under my hands, everything on the table rattling, along with the guns on the walls and shelves.

I got up from the table and booked it to the door, unlocking it and opening it, seeing a bright white light. As I walked into the tunnel, I could feel Scott, Lydia and Malia following me.

The only thing I could do was look into the light, hoping to God that Stiles would walk through it. I might’ve gotten my answer as I saw a figure standing in the middle of the light. I knew for a fact that was Stiles. Tears formed in my eyes again as I just stared at him. I swear I saw him walk into the tunnel, but I just wanted to make sure.

“Stiles?”

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“There you do Dad, everything settle for tonight’s big auction” Stiles said pating his fathers back.

The Sheriff’s office was holding a Valentine’s Day auction, in which the deputies auctioned for dates to raise money for the department. You know, fighting supernatural monsters every month was... expensive. The Sheriff put all the Pack to help, in fact, Mason was going to be the event’s host.

“I’m still not really convince about this” Jordan said joining the conversation.

“You have nothing to worry about... I bet you’re going to be the highes bid of the night” Stiles said. “I’m face I’m pretty sure that a very threatening readhead, is going to try and win a date with you tonight” Stiles whispered into the deputies ear, making Jordan blush. “Let’s see how you do old man. I’m sure some lady, or gentleman, will try and have a date with the Sheriff, there are many people into authority” Stiles teased.

“But I am not participating” Noah smiled mischievously.

“What are you taking about? You’re on the program, in fact you’re the last one of the night. See, here, STILINSKI” Stiles showed the program to is father.

“I am not the only Stilinski in Beacon Hills” Noah smiled.

What?

Oh no.

“Stop lying it’s not funny” Stiles looked at his father very serious.

“Why would I participate in this when I have a very young and handsome boy who can easily earn more money than me. Do not let me down, you’re representing the Stilinski men after all” The Sheriff said mockingly before leaving an astounded Stiles behind.

“You can ask Lydia to bid you for you too. But I’m sure you’ll be fine” Jordan added.

Dad... I’ll make you pay for this...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Come one Stiles, stop acting like that.” Scott tried cheering his best friend up.

“Betrayed by my own father...” Stiles babbled words complaining about the situation.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad. And maybe you can get a Valentine’s Day date with someone interesting” Scott suggested.

“Gee that’s for reminding me that I was going to spent the day, alone, not like you lover boy...” Stiles groaned.

“Look I promise to bid for you okay?” Scott smiled encouragingly. Stiles smiled back.

The event was a success. They were all types of people. Families supporting their relatives, young and old people. They were all having fun and there really wasn’t an atmosphere of competitiveness, which helped Stiles to calm his nerves.

Jordan was going before him. Stiles tought that he should have closed the event but... he was the Sheriff’s representative so... he has to be the last one.

As Stiles predicted Jordan managed to ear a lot of money, 840 dollars, to be more exact. Stiles was pretty sure that Jackson and Ethan had helped Lydia a bit.

It was time.

“A last but no least, please a big applause for Stiles Stilinski. We all know him, he is the Sheriff’s son. A very handsome young men with a bright mind and tongue, so ladies and gentlemen don’t hesitate, he is totally date material” Mason introduced making the people on the room laught but at the same time, making Stiles die of mortification.

“What the hell Mason” Stiles hissed to his friend.

“Well start the auction with 20 dollars” Mason announced. Scott raised his hand and Stiles thanked him. “Excellent. 50?” Mason asked. Malia raised hers. “Great, 75?” An old lady from the first road raised her hand. “100?” A group of teenage girls shouted. Stiles breathed out, well it wasn’t so horrible.

“One thousand” a male voice said loudly causing the room to silence for a second of shock. Stiles’s heart started to beat out of control. What the fu-. People looked at the source of the voice, but Stiles found him before anyone else. Theo.

Mason composed himself from the surprise. “Oh wow, look at that... that’s big, okay... one thousand for Stiles. Does someone give more?” He asked.

Stiles was looking at Theo. The chimera was leaned on the wall with a stupid and confident smirk on his face. What was he planing?

“Well, finally someone with game” Another voice sounded in the room. Stiles turned to look at it. Peter Hale. “Two thousand” Peter said. Ah no. This was not happening. No, no, no. Beacon Hills top two psychopaths were bidding for him, what have Stiles done to deserve this.

Theo separated from the wall looking at Peter with a threatening glare. “Three thousand” He shouted.

The room was out of control. Everyone was gasping and clapping. Stiles felt dizzy.

“Five thousand” Peter said with a playful smirk looking at Theo. The Chimera looked ready to attack.

“Dad... dad do something” Stiles whispered to his dad.

“You’re doing great!” The Sheriff gave his son an encouraging thumbs up. What the hell. No!

“Make them stop!” Stiles hissed.

“All money it’s welcome” The Sheriff whispered back.

“Six thousand” Theo raised his bid.

“You don’t even have that money!” Stiles complained.

“I’ve just turned 21. I gained access to my trust fund” Theo claimed.

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Are you going to waste all your money in getting a date with me!?”

Theo was on the front row now. “Maybe I think you’re worth it” Theo said seductively at Stiles. Stiles really goes that the light helped to cover up the little blush of his cheeks. Damn you Theo.

“Eight hundred” Peter laughed. Stiles bet he was enjoying taking something away from Theo. He wa evil like that.

Theo growled. Out loud. “Ten thousand!” He shouted. Stiles saw people recording the whole thing. Everyone was so entertained.

Stiles saw Peter smirk but before he could talk Malia. Literally. Sank her claws into his father’s arm. “No more. You’re not having a date with me ex boyfriend” Malia growled softly. Peter rolled his eyes but nodded.

“But you’re donating the eight thousand to the department Hale... you owe the Sheriff’s department a lot” Noah proclaimed.

So that meant...

“Oh! So it’s ten thounsand. Ten thousand, final bid. Perfect, Mr Raeken you won yourself a date for Valentine’s Day” Mason declared and the room cheered and applauded.

Theo wore a bright smile in his face. Did he really wanted the date that much?. Theo looked at Stiles winking him with a devilish smirk.

Omg I’m having a date with Theo Raeken.

~~~~~~~~~~

Stiles discovered really quickly that Theo knew him very well. He had prepared the date with detail and Stiles enjoined everything. It was romantic but not overwhelming. When Theo confessed that he had always had a crush on him. Maybe Stiles should have acted differently. He should have waited a little longer. Maybe it was the fact that he was alone and that Theo understood him better than many people. Maybe it was some stranger phantom of Valentine’s Day. Whatever the reason were Stiles kissed Theo and sparks flew. They ended up spending the night in Theo’s apartment. But Stiles has the feeling that everything’s was going to turn out just fine.

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