Summary: By complete accident you, Allison, Jackson and Lydia all managed to get trapped inside the school while Scott and Stiles were running from the Alpha. You now have to put your life on the line to help figure out a way to get out safely, but in case you don’t, Stiles wants you to know he’s deeply in love with you.
Your parents arrived home from their date at around nine pm, relieving you of your babysitting duties. Your brother was already asleep by that point. The two of you had spent the night watching movies, all his choosing, though they all seemed very Stiles-like. Leading you to believe at some point your boyfriend had had a heavy influence on your brother’s taste in media, and you’d have to remember to scold him for that. After you had dinner the kid practically passed out on the couch, leaving you to drape a blanket over his small body and wait for your parents to get back.
The first thing you did was shoot a text to Scott, asking if he was okay after Stiles’ insane plan earlier. You’d been given no update on how it went. So either he was fine, or he’d killed a group of middle aged men. Your question was avoided and all you received back was an ominous ‘meet me at the school’ that didn’t give you any kind of explanation as to why anything really.
But of course he was your best friend, and you trusted him, so you headed over without much of a second thought. If he needed you then you wanted to be there for him. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea considering how late it was, and you could guarantee your boyfriend would scold you for being so careless about your safety, but you walked the distance from your house to the familiar building, occasionally wrapping your jacket around you tighter to fight back against the cold nipping at any bare skin.
Upon the school falling into your vision, you very clearly saw the familiar blue jeep sitting alone in the parking lot. It brought a small smile to your face, both the sight of it, and knowing Stiles was in there too. As you continued walking you didn’t realise you’d fallen into a slight daze, at least not until you were snapped out of it by the sound of multiple voices.
“Hey Y/N, what are you doing here?” You startled upon seeing the three figures standing a few metres away in the dark, weak streetlight illuminating parts of their faces, but only enough to just make out who they were. Allison, Lydia and Jackson. What the hell were they doing here? “Allison, hey. Uh, Scott told me to come and meet him here,” you said, weakly pointing to your phone. “What about you?”
She frowned, holding up her own phone so you could see the message displayed on her screen. “Me too, actually.”
She directed your gaze over to the entrance doors that were wide open, leaving you to sigh at the idea that the two idiots broke in for whatever reason they had this time.
“D’you want me to come with you?” Jackson asked, aiming his question at Allison rather than you. For a second it looked like he was going to reach out for her, but you were very glad when he didn’t. If she really was Scott’s anchor then you wouldn’t want to be there when he found out Jackson had been more or less openly flirting with her. She shook her head with a smile. “I’ve got Y/N, we’ll be fine.”
It was almost like he only just remembered you were there, turning his head over your shoulder and nodding at the pathetic wave you sent his way.
You were uncomfortable for more than one reason watching the interaction between her and Jackson. Glancing back into his car to see Lydia more than intrigued in whatever it was they were talking about. Now you still had your issues with her, but that didn’t mean she deserved to be treated shitty by the one man she’d been pretty obsessed with for years. So when she made momentary eye contact with you, you did nothing but shrug, giving her a slight moment to relax when she realised nothing strictly romantic was happening, not if you didn’t know what was happening either.
To any bystander it probably would look like they were flirting, what with the looks and smiles they were sending each other. It bothered you especially considering the both of them were very much taken. You were left to just wait for them to stop talking, rocking on the balls of your feet awkwardly as they had their ‘moment’.
Hearing her let the Lacrosse player know you’d be right back was what snapped you back to reality, beginning to follow her up the steps of the large building.
Stepping through the unlocked doors was eerie, no lights but the handheld one in her grip to guide your way. “Where do you think they are?” you asked, watching her point the flashlight down the long hallway. She shrugged, quietly calling your friend’s name in hopes of a response. When you didn’t get one you shared a look, slightly nervous about being in that place, in the dark, alone, when there was some mysterious Alpha on the loose. (Not that she knew about that part).
The pair of you walked the halls together, shining the light in every direction, occasionally calling out the names of the two boys you believed were inside. Although it didn’t seem like you were going to get a response, or not the one you were hoping for anyway.
You checked everywhere you could think of, going as far as to even go to the swimming pool in search of the boys. Maybe this was meant to be their idea of fun, not that you were having much of it at that moment. You were just wishing you’d ignored his text and stayed home, or asked for any kind of explanation as to why they were at the school of all places. It was silent while you walked around, hoping if you stayed quieter you’d have a better opportunity at hearing any noise the two males made somewhere nearby.
That was interrupted by the sound of Allison’s phone ringing, causing the both of you to jump slightly as that thick, unwavering silence was broken. “It’s Lydia.” The conversation was quick, the brunette letting the girl on the other end of the line know you’d had no luck. “Yeah, we’ll meet you there.”
She’d barely even opened her mouth to let you know the intended plan before her phone was ringing again, causing her to come to a stop in her walk. With an exasperated sigh she slipped her phone from the pocket in her jeans she’d only just put it in. You noticed the way her brows furrowed, expression morphing into one of utter confusion as she read the name displayed on her screen. “It’s Stiles?” Her words came out as more of a question than a statement this time.
You repeated her words just as confused, frowning slightly at the mention of your boyfriend, why was he calling her and not you? “Here,” she said, letting you take the mobile device from her hands to answer it yourself. You thanked her quietly, bringing the phone up to your ear. “Stiles?” There was a beat of silence before you heard a voice that definitely wasn’t your boyfriends. “Y/N?” “Scott?”
You could hear Allison beside you silently questioning why Scott had been calling her from Stiles’ phone. And when it went quiet enough you could faintly hear your lover asking his friend why you’d answered Allison’s phone, and if that meant you were in the building too. Although Stiles was clearly worried that you might be in the one place he’d consider the least safe in Beacon Hills right now, Scott wasn’t. He was more concerned about his own girlfriend. “Is Allison with you?” he asked. He sounded rather out of breath and panicked, causing your heart to beat a little faster at what that meant. “Yeah, she’s right here-” He barely let you finish before jumping in. “Where are you?” The only thing you could think of with his level of panic was that something supernatural was happening, and that was really really bad, especially if you were alone.
You glanced at the girl in question. “We’re in the school looking for you. What’s going on-”
“Where exactly?” His tone was getting harsher. “The swimming pools. Scott, what’s going on?”
He successfully avoided your question. “Get to the lobby, go now.”
You motioned for Allison to start heading in the direction of the doors a few feet in front of you, following a few steps behind her with a promise to your friend that you’d be right there. “Okay, okay. We’re coming.”
Within seconds of exiting you found the pair you’d been looking for, watching as Scott practically stormed over to the brunette you were with. You pushed that thought to the back of your mind though, heading straight for Stiles yourself, snagging a quick hug while the other member of your trio was distracted.
“What are you both doing here?” he asked. Sounding nearly furious that you’d even thought about coming near this place. Although neither of you had been made aware of the danger that had them so panicked yet.
She glanced over his shoulder at you in slight disbelief. “You asked me to come.. Both of us.”
That was when he first acknowledged you, standing shoulder to shoulder with Stiles as the pair of you watched him and Allison interact. You only confirmed what she’d told him with a small nod. “I asked you to?”
She pulled out her phone as her proof, letting him read over the message he’d supposedly sent, the same one that went to both of you. The fear on his face was painfully clear, making you reach over and grasp your lover’s hand out of pure nerves. “Why do I get the feeling you didn’t send me this message?”
He sighed. “Because I didn’t.”
»»——⍟——««
In the classroom was the first time Stiles let go of your hand since you’d taken his a few minutes earlier. But not without bringing it to his lips to press a small kiss to your knuckles, just a little something for reassurance. As long as he was there, supernatural or not, he was not planning on letting anything get to you.
The roar of the alpha was what had led you to where you were, having ran throughout the building for anywhere to hide when you were under the impression that it was chasing you. It was utter chaos around you. There were voices from nearly every angle trying to figure out how to barricade the door, Scott barking orders at Jackson for once. But you were stuck watching Stiles.
He was just staring at the windows, trying to catch his friend’s attention to make the point that you couldn’t have chosen a worse place to try and hide. “Scott, wait, not here.”
Allison and Lydia were trying to figure out what the hell just nearly attacked them in the hall, demanding some kind of explanation that the brunette was too busy to give. Stiles shot you a glance, shaking his head as he raised his voice louder in the hopes of getting one of the four other people in the room to listen.
“Guys!” you called. You didn’t know what it was but suddenly you had four pairs of eyes on you, leaving you to shyly point behind you at Stiles.
“What should we do about the 20-foot wall of windows?” He thrusted his arms in their direction dramatically to emphasise his point. You watched as the realisation hit the group of them.
“Can somebody please explain what’s going on?” Allison asked. Usually you would’ve been clued in by the two males, but apparently one night away from them and everything goes to shit. So you were also wondering what the hell was happening. The only thing you happened to know that the other three didn’t, was that that thing out there was a werewolf. But you were still rather clueless, turning to Stiles to hope he’d give you some answers.
No one was giving any answers, not Scott nor Stiles, and it was beginning to really bother you. Why now of all times were they excluding you from the mess they’d once again found themselves in, for the last few weeks you’d also found yourself in nearly every single one of them, what was so different about it now?
All eyes drifted to Scott as he walked away from the group, taking a seat on one of the many chairs that had been scattered around the room in a haste to make sure the wolf couldn’t get inside. His body was rocking forwards and backwards, unable to sit still as he tried to come up with anything he could tell them without incriminating himself. There was no reasonable– or human, explanation for that creature back there.
Stiles tried to assist him, speaking up to give him a little more time to think. “Somebody killed the janitor.” There was a round of gasps, mainly out of unease. The boy’s words had done nothing to actually help Scott, further forcing the trio into a state of anxiety that was making it much harder for him to think. He couldn’t drown out the background noise of the flurry of panic. There were so many questions flying around at once that just couldn’t be answered.
Allison was growing increasingly angry at his silence. “Scott!”
The teen turned round, stuttering out a response that didn’t give much clarity to the others. “I-I don’t know. I-If we go out there he’s gonna kill us.”
“Who? Who is it?” Allison asked. She looked towards Stiles, hoping if Scott wasn’t going to give her a valid answer then maybe the only other person that’s been with him this whole time would, but he was no better, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think desperately on the spot.
Scott suddenly turned around, a name leaving his lips that you never expected would. “Derek. It’s Derek Hale.”
His admission, or false admission should you say, only summoned a whole new wave of questions, ones that he didn’t have the strength to answer, and he didn’t even dare glance back at you or Stiles to see how you’d taken his on the spot thinking. Stiles may be more clued in than you right now, as you really didn’t understand why he’d shift the blame to Derek and make him a criminal; again, but he still looked just as taken aback as you did.
There was a few minutes of silence where they all tried to take in the information as best as they could before Jackson spoke up. “Call the cops.” His statement was directed at Stiles, obviously assuming that because the Sheriff was his dad that he’d be able to get through to them much easier.
“No,” he simply stated.
The boy’s eyes narrowed, his head cocking slightly as his fists balled at his sides. “What do you mean no?”
“I mean no. You wanna hear it in Spanish? No.” He used a slight accent on his last word, leaving you to suppress a chuckle. There was a split second where you saw intense anger flash through Jackson’s eyes, your heart skipping a beat when you thought he might try and hit your boyfriend. But thankfully Stiles had already moved on in conversation before he got the chance.
“He’s killed three people okay, we don’t know what he’s armed with.”
“Your dad is armed with an entire Sheriff’s department,” Jackson pointed out. Lydia sighed, cutting the boys off from their impending argument as she pulled out her phone. “I’m calling.”
Stiles tried to protest yet again but Scott tugged on his arm, silently telling his friend to just leave her to it, maybe the cop cars really would scare away the alpha and then you could all escape this mess unharmed and only slightly mentally affected. You listened to Lydia’s frantic phone call intently, the way she rushed out your location only to pull the phone away from her ear a second later. “She hung up on me.”
You furrowed your eyebrows. “The police hung up on you?”
She explained. “She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break-in at the high school.”
Everything seemed so insane to the trio that hadn’t been stuck dealing with supernatural stuff for a while now. You could understand their confusion completely, and it didn’t help that you had no way to explain it to them honestly.
“Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?” Allison asked. She originally looked at Stiles, but upon seeing him turn to look at his best friend for an answer, the rest of you did too.
“Why’s everyone looking at me?” The sets of eyes on him and the constant questions coming his way had him snapping slightly. You watched as Allison flinched back from his harsh, demanding words. You glared at the side of his head for that, stepping over to the girl and wrapping your arm around her for just an ounce of comfort. While you comforted her, Stiles pulled his friend to the side, muttering something about easing his anger a little bit.
You couldn’t hear their conversation from where you were, focusing on letting Allison know her boyfriend was definitely being unfair to her, not that you’d ever tell Scott you were on her side in this. Apparently their whispering was getting to Jackson, the hothead stepping in once again to insert his opinion on the matter.
“New plan. Stiles calls his useless dad-” Your eyes widened, a harsh ‘Jackson!’ slipping past your lips, which of course went ignored. “And tells him to send someone with a gun and a decent aim.”
There was a silence as Stiles waited for Scott to step in on his side and tell the Lacrosse captain what a dumb idea that was. But to his surprise he agreed with him, the boy taking a step back in slight offence. “He’s right.”
Stiles shook his head, insisting he wasn’t going to do it, telling Scott he wasn’t willing to see his dad get eaten alive by that thing.
“Alright, give me the phone.” Jackson placed one hand on the brunette’s shoulder and received a swift, harsh punch to the jaw that sent him tumbling back. Allison quietly called his name, her and Lydia rushing to his aid while you looked at Stiles with a slacked jaw. You were both shocked and slightly amazed, trying to hold back a laugh at the fact the rich boy finally got what he’d been asking for all year.
You approached him with the clear notion that you were trying to bite back a smile, taking his offending hand into yours to look over his knuckles. “Your hand okay?” you asked.
Your amusement brought him amusement too, the boy nodded with a cheeky grin on his face as he finally truly realised what he just did, and god was he proud of himself. You leaned in to whisper quietly. “That was kinda hot.” Allison looked pissed when she looked back at your boyfriend, and you quickly hid any trace of glee as her eyes landed on you. She didn’t expect you to comfort Jackson, but she would’ve at least thought you were going to scold your lover for doing something so unnecessary.
Despite what he’d just done, Stiles pulled out his phone and called his dad anyway, a grumpy look on his face as he brought the device up to his ear. “Dad, hey it’s me. And.. it’s your voicemail.” You sighed dejectedly, running your hand over your face as he left a message that you hoped the man would get back to as quickly as possible.
Pounding on the door broke you away from your thoughts, your heartbeat quickening to an uncomfortably rapid pace. Stiles thrusted his free arm out in front of your body to guide you back away from the doors in question. If it was any other situation you probably would’ve mentally awed, but it was probably a terrible time for that.
It didn’t look like the doors were going to hold much longer with the way the alpha was using its unnatural strength to force them open.
“The kitchen,” Stiles said. “The door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell.”
Scott shook his head. “Which only goes up.”
“Up is better than here.”
The six of you made a run for it, your boyfriend always keeping either a hand or an eye on you to make sure you were with them at all times, there was zero chance he was letting you fall victim to the vicious creature chasing you.
You all followed the two friends up the stairwell to the second floor, frantically trying the doors to countless classroom’s to find one that was unlocked that you could hide in. Lydia was the one to find one, an empty chemistry classroom that you could lock with a chair propped up against the door handle. Although after the way you’d seen the monster rip open those doors downstairs, you didn’t think a chair was going to do much to stop him.
Panting echoed around the room as you all took a second to breath, your bodies functioning off of pure adrenaline at this point. You subconsciously leaned into Stiles while the group tried to listen out for any signs of the approaching wolf. As you let yourself relax you realised how fatigued you were becoming. Your legs were tired from all the running, lungs burning and eyes growing heavy.
A faint growl sounding from outside the door had you bunching the material of your boyfriend’s shirt in your fist out of pure fear. That sense of sleep washing away as you prepared to run again.
He glanced at you, not doing much to reassure you considering those honey eyes you adored were filled with a fear that hugely resembled your own. “How are we gonna get out of here?” you muttered. He opened his mouth as though to say something, only to close it again a moment later. His eyes trailed over to Scott, hoping he’d have an answer that was better than his.
“Jackson, how many people can you fit in your car?” The rich boy looked around, shaking his head as he counted the number of you. “Not all of us.”
He cursed, eyes darting around the four walls you were in as he looked for another escape route. “What about here? We can go up to the roof and down the fire escape,” Scott suggested. You sighed, pointing to the large silver lock on the door. “That’s a deadbolt, Scott. And we don’t have a key.”
“The janitor does.”
Stiles shook his head. “You mean his body.”
It was clear he wasn’t going to debate about it, already heading in the direction of the door with a purpose, his mind set on his new dangerous task. “I’m getting that key.”
His words alarmed his girlfriend. “What? You can’t go out there unarmed.” He grabbed the first thing he saw that could be thrown in an attempt at defence, although the object itself was definitely questionable considering it wouldn’t do anything at all. There were a round of disappointed sighs, the boy shrugging. “It’s better than nothing.”
Stiles shook his head. “There’s gotta be something else.”
“There is.” Lydia motioned to a locked glass case beside where Allison was standing, one that was filled with different chemicals that were usually used for experiments during the class. Although once again, nobody had a key, which was exactly the original problem in the first place.
“What are you gonna do, throw acid on him?”
“No,” she answered almost like it was obvious. “Like a fire bomb. In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail.”
You and the brunette shared an equally bewildered look while Jackson tried to figure out how his girlfriend would know that. “We don’t have a key for that either,” you pointed out.
Before you had even a second to argue it, Jackson was wedging his arm into the glass, the lot of you watching as it smashed with ease. You supposed that was one way to do it.
You definitely zoned out when it came to Lydia making her supposed ‘fire bomb.’ You didn’t understand what she was doing or how she knew how to do this, so you settled for sitting quietly, shoulder to shoulder with Stiles.
“You okay?” he whispered, nudging your arm lightly with his to gather your attention. You smiled softly, shrugging your shoulders. “Okay as I can be, I guess. How ‘bout you, you holding up okay?”
He hummed, leaning his head against yours in a sweet gesture. You didn’t currently care who saw you, you just wanted to feel his touch to allow yourself to have a single moment of peace in this terror filled night. “‘M okay knowing that you are.”
“You’re such a sap, y’know that?” “Hell yeah. My aim as a doting boyfriend is to make you swoon every chance I get.”
You stopped your little interaction in time to see the strawberry-blonde handing the concoction over to Scott, Allison jumping in with a quick protest on how Scott shouldn’t do this. Of course she’d know he wasn’t in as much danger as a regular person if he’d just tell her about that night in the woods. Surely it was easier than lying. “You cannot go out there.”
“We can’t just sit here waiting for Stiles’ dad to check his messages.”
“You could die. Don’t you get that? He has killed three people.” She put emphasis on the three. It was strange to see him brush it off like it was nothing. “Somebody has to do something. If we don’t, we’re next.”
She followed him in his path to the exit, tears already welling up in her doe eyes as she tried to voice her concern in a way that would genuinely put a stop to her boyfriend’s insane ideas.
It felt wrong to listen to their conversation. Your friend was clearly distressed and although you knew the truth you weren’t allowed to tell her, and that was killing you inside. Seeing her here now with tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as she begged Scott not to go out there was mildly heartbreaking.
Her pleas didn’t deter him. “Lock it behind me.”
Before he was able to get far she pulled him back by the sleeve of his jacket, placing her lips on his forcefully. Not another word was said when they pulled away, Scott heading to the door that you’d barricaded when you came in.
All you could do was frown, offering her a hug as she prematurely mourned her boyfriend. Your hand ran up and down her back sweetly. “He’ll be okay. He’s Scott, he’s always okay.”
Once you thought she was a little bit better you pulled away from the embrace, wiping away a few of her tears with an attempt at a comforting smile.
You ended up straying away from the group after a while, finding yourself near the windows with Stiles by your side. You couldn’t hear the conversation going on with your friend, but you could see the way Jackson was now the one comforting her and it made you a little uncomfortable.
“Hey, Y/N/N?” Your gaze was ripped away from the strange encounter to focus on your lover, a soft smile spreading across your lips at the sight of that familiar handsome face. “Seeing as we’re about to die-“ he started. You rolled your eyes, muttering an unimpressed ‘Stiles’ that pushed him back on track to what he was going to say.
“Now uh, now might not be a great time, but-” His eyes flickered up to meet your wide ones and he could’ve sworn his heart stopped beating for a split second. It felt right, it felt so right. “Y/N, I- I’m in love with you. Hearing Scott say that stuff about Allison earlier today, it made me realise I’m so deeply in love with you, and I just thought you should know.”
A gasp left your lips at his admission. You shouldn’t have probably been so shocked, you felt the exact same way he did, and just like him, Scott’s words had too made you think about your feelings towards your own boyfriend. But hearing it out loud, feeling the way it affected your body had made it a thousand times more wonderful than you could’ve ever imagined it would be. “You don’t have to say it back, but-“ You cut him off with a kiss, forgetting completely about the two people in the room that had no idea about your relationship, but they didn’t matter right now.
“Stiles Stilinski, I am head over heels in love with you. So much that it hurts to think about it sometimes.” He grinned, reflecting your own smile as he leaned in for another sweet peck.
You felt even more drawn to him than usual, you just couldn’t let go. “If we get out of here alive, I am so taking you on another date. But this one will be like, a billion times better and more romantic.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that promise, Stilinski.”
You were torn from your love filled bubble, your moment being cut short at the sound of Jackson’s echoing screams. Your eyes widening as they snapped over to the boy crumbling to the floor, his hand cupping the back of his neck. Along with the others you didn’t know what you were supposed to do, all looking between one another like someone else would magically have the answer.
The two girls helped him up from the floor, ignoring his insistent demands that he was fine. You’d seen first hand that he clearly wasn’t. “That didn’t sound fine at all.”
“What’s on the back of your neck?” Stiles muttered, reaching his hand up to touch whatever it was, only to have it slapped away by the male. “I said I’m fine.”
Thankfully you had his girlfriend to fill you in. “It’s been there for days. He won’t tell me what happened.”
“As if you actually care,” Jackson spat. The girl’s face twisted into one of hurt, her mouth opening to retaliate. But thankfully you jumped in before she was able to.
“Can we just stop the arguing?” you insisted, an ache beginning to pound in the back of your head at how childish Lydia and Jackson were being. You didn’t know what was going on with them, or with Jackson and Allison, but it was giving you a headache that they could still fight like children in a situation like this.
“Scott should be back by now.”
Your heads all simultaneously turned when you heard the lock of the door behind you, a light huffing sound heard coming from the other side that had you and Stiles locking fearful eyes.
Allison rushed to the door, calling her boyfriend’s name desperately. She kept trying the handle, finding that it wasn’t opening no matter how hard she tried it. He’d left you there.
»»——⍟——««
You’d never been so relieved to hear the sound of police sirens in your life. Usually it would signify the trouble Stiles had gotten you into was going to come to an end by the hands of his disappointed dad. But this time Noah was saving you from imminent danger that wasn’t his son’s fault.
“Come on. We’re okay.” Stiles placed a sweet kiss to your forehead, intertwining your fingers tightly before leading you through the school building, running into his dad and Scott half way. If he had to be honest, he was very much still running off of the adrenaline of telling you he loved you, and hearing it right back just like he’d hoped for.
Obviously the timing wasn’t the best, but there was a moment where he believed he was going to die, so what better chance than to do it in a display of passion then and there. But you two were probably closer than ever now, and that’d help in the long run if these kinds of things kept happening.
You weren’t listening as Scott ranted to Noah about what happened, or as much as he could tell him. A warm hand was still placed in your own, stealing all of your attention to him and only him as you basked in the feeling of his touch. Even if it was only a little one. All you heard was Noah’s promise that they’d search the entire school until they caught the man that had been terrorising you, the man in question being innocent. You still didn’t understand why Scott blamed this all on Derek. It was unfair of him to do so, but you weren’t about to argue with your friends when you were so drained from the events of the night.
A yell for the Sheriff brought your focus back to what was happening in front of you, a tight lipped smile being sent your way by the man himself. “Stay,” he insisted. “All of you.” You flashed Noah a small smile and a nod before he walked over to the deputy that called him. You were exhausted when you turned back to look at your friends, seeing the irritated look that was still firmly planted on Scott’s face.
Thankfully Stiles was there to try and lift the mood. “Well, we survived dude.” Apparently the elder wasn’t feeling the positivity he was trying to convey, shaking his head as he brought up one event that was stuck in his mind.
It was clear that it was bothering him. “When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us. You don’t think that he heard us?”
You and Stiles shared a look, an equally tired one at that. After the night you’d just experienced, all you wanted was to go home and sleep for the next couple days, hide from any possible supernatural occurrences that might happen. And you’d hoped it could’ve started now, but he just couldn’t let it go.
You joined in. “If it did, how are we still alive?”
“It wants me in its pack.” He looked around, lowering his voice when he noticed the cops littered around the area that could possibly hear him. “But I think, first I have to get rid of my old pack…”
He refused to meet your eyes, and your boyfriends, for whatever unknown reason, making you feel rather uncomfortable about what the underlying meaning of his words was.
“What do you mean? What old pack?” Stiles asked. “Allison. Jackson. Lydia. Y/N. You,” he answered.”
His words hit you both at the same time, your eyes drifting to meet his, as the pieces finally connected in your heads. “The alpha doesn’t want to kill us,” he began. Scott turned around, finding it difficult to look at you both as he uttered the words. “He wants me to do it.”
He ran his hands through his hair, tugging on it as he showcased his distress.
“And that’s not even the worst part. When he made me shift…” He finally turned back around to face you. His eyes connected with yours for a split second before he was looking back at Stiles, who’d been staring intently at him this entire time. “I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill you both.”
A quiet gasp tore through your throat, Stiles’ hand blindly finding yours for some kind of comfort as he let the meaning of his best friend’s words settle. Even in the minimal light you could see the shimmer of tears building up in those doe eyes you adored, his hand trembling slightly in yours as he gulped.
Nothing else was said as Scott walked away, presumably in the direction where he could see his boss sitting in the back of an ambulance. But you didn’t follow as you usually would, Stiles needing a little more time to process what he’d heard. You stayed with him, coaxing him into a hug that he melted into.
“It’s okay, Sti.” You rubbed your hand up the expanse of his back, letting it settle on the back of his neck to keep him close to you. “He’s not going to do it. He’d never hurt us like that.”
You felt him sigh against your skin. “‘M not so sure about that anymore.”
I was tagged by @msmischief101 and I too will forget to do this if I don’t do it now. Enjoy this piece from Just The Beginning- a piece I’m still actively working on for @bobbersb-fandomfun
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He was expecting a smirk, Stiles has a love/hate relationship with that smirk. Instead all he saw was concern. Hiding his reaction to that concern obviously failed because Theo stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his lower back.
“So you’ve been talking about me?” Theo asked
“Don’t let it go to your head.” Stiles said.
“I won’t, but I can’t help if it goes to my heart.”
