It took me sooo many tries to get Melissa’s tea just right but finally it’s done and posted! I really love how sweet the cherry flavor is, it works really well with the blood orange and chamomile. It’s a very FULL bag so just be careful to empty it into a tupperware container and stir it up.
But yeah I hope you like it! It’s perky but soothing. :D
Summary: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) a girl that soon realized her world was about to come crashing down all because of a blue-eyed wolf…
(Y/N)= Your Name (Y/L/N)= Your Last Name
Isaac Lahey x Reader
Requested: Yes (A long time ago, I might add)
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(Y/N) POV:
*Then*
“Isaac I can’t just leave. What about the pack, what about my family” I exclaim. He walks towards me a soft look evident on his face, he takes a hold of my hand and interlocks them together. I sigh and move away from leaving him confused.
“I know this is a lot to handle, Isaac. We’re all still hurting but you can’t expect me to up and go. I love you, Isaac, I do. But I can’t leave not now not ever” I explain.
“ (Y/N) I know you don’t wanna leave Scott, the pack, and your family. But you, Scott…Derek you three are the only family that I have left and I can’t watch you die in my arms, (Y/N). So please” Isaac pleads.
“Isaac…"I whisper. I take his hand and place it on my cheek comforting the distressed wolf.
“I’m not Allison… I miss her so much, she was always there for me whenever I needed her… I miss her, Isaac just as much as you do but I’m not her. I’m me…(Y/N) (Y/L/N), your girlfriend. She’s a human girl with a human family. That gets average grades and is hopelessly in love with a guy named Isaac freaking Lahey” I begin to say ever so softly. A tear escapes slowly streaming down my face.
“And if he loves me as much as I love him… He won’t leave me here alone, he won’t make me go somewhere I don’t want to go because if he truly loves me he’ll stay and fight beside me till we fall to the ground cause we were protecting someone that mattered” I continue to say.
“I can’t leave them here, my family is human, Isaac. They can’t fight like me, they can’t heal like you or Scott. So they need me to protect from whatever danger is coming their way because they matter to me” I finished. Tears were uncontrollably streaming down my face.
“And you matter to me… (Y/N) please don’t make me go without you” Isaac cries.
“Then don’t go” I respond.
“It’s not that simple (Y/N)” Isaac says.
“But me leaving my family is. What made you think that I was just going to leave my family, my friends, my hometown…I can’t, I don’t think I have the strength to leave” I reply. He looks at me in defeat, the look of desperation washes over his facial features.
“You mean everything to me, Isaac. And I love you to the moon and back but all of this is too much to ask an emotionally wrecked girl. I lost my best friend, I almost lost Stiles tonight I don’t wanna lose him again, he’s like a brother to me Isaac” I cry. I cup his face, everything slowly becomes drawn out as I look into the icy blue eyes.
“I’m sorry (Y/N) but I’m not going to stay here and watch you die” Isaac says. My heart breaks in two, I step away and turn around not wanting to see him.
I hear him pick his bag up off the ground. I try to block it out every little sound that he made. Everything was becoming too unbearable for my heart to handle.
“I guess this is goodbye” He says. I take a deep breath and wipe away the tears. I turn to face the boy I love, my arms folded loosely across my chest.
“I guess so” I say bluntly. He drops his bag and runs towards me, his hands on my hips and our lips connected as he kissed me goodbye. I push back and fold my arms once again looking at the floor.
“Please come with me” Isaac pleads once again.
“You know I can’t do that, Isaac. Scott, my parents, Lydia…. I can’t leave, Isaac. They mean too much to me” I reply.
“(Y/N)…” Isaac says. I turn away not wanting him to see me cry.
“Please, Isaac just go, your leaving me whether I come or not. So please make this easier for my heart and leave” I yell.
“But (Y/N)…” He says. I turn around once again to face him, my emotions suddenly all over the place.
“Isaac… go” I plead. He walks towards his bag and picks it up once again. He slowly closes the door behind his eyes never leaving mine. He abruptly stops and says one more thing.
“I love you” He says and shuts the door. I collapse onto the floor in tears, my body slowly starts to become weak as I continue to repeat the love of my life leaving me. I look up at the door and replay those three words in my mind.
“I love you too” I say….
*Now*
“Hey (Y/N)”
“Hello…”
I shake my head as the sound of a very familiar voice wakes me up. I turn to look at Scott and Stiles, one gives me a concerned look and the other one looks at me annoyed.
“What?”
“The plan remember” Stiles says. I roll my eyes and lay back onto the jeep.
“Look I’m glad I’m a part of your plan, Stiles. But I’m not even sure if I wanna go to college yet” I say. He gasps at my response cause both me and Scott to laugh. I sit upright and look at the boy beside me.
“Something is seriously wrong with her. Scott what does she smell like” Stiles says. I glare at him and stick my tongue out.
“She smells…-” Scott begins to say. He looks up at the sky thinking.
“Sad, Scott I’m sad. Thought you’d be used to it by now. It’s basically a common state for me” I answer.
“Whats wrong?” Scott’s ask concerned. I sigh and face the alpha next to me.
“I was thinking about the night Isaac left” I begin to say. Stiles looks at Scott with this I told you so look on his face causing me to glare at him.
“I keep asking myself what if, you know” I finish.
“Hey, you’ll be okay. My mum said to this to me when me and Allison broke up "They’re you’re first love everything will be amazing and exciting-” Scott begins to say but I cut him off.
“But you’ll end up finding someone else that’ll end up being just as amazing as the first” I finish.
“See you’re getting it” Scott says nudging me in the process. Stiles waves his arms in frustration causing both me and Scott to look at him.
“Dude the plan” Stiles says.
“Don’t worry Stiles you can have him back I’m gonna talk to little wolf anyway” I say. I jump off the jeep and walk towards a chained up Liam.
“(Y/N) you’re a part of the plan as well” Stiles yells behind me.
“Love you” I yell back casually . I stand beside Liam and look up at the sky.
“How you feeling?” I ask.
“I feel great by the way” Liam yells.
“He’s busy at the moment little wolf, Stiles is currently discussing the ‘plan’ aswe speak” I mock. Liam groans in annoyance and rests his head on the tree stump.
“Ughhhh it was only one time I seriously don’t know why I’m even here” he exclaims annoyed. I roll my eyes thinking about all the other times he’s done something stupid during the full moon.
“You sure about that” I reply with giggling. His face turns red in embarrassment as he start looking up at the the stars. I join him in this little activity thinking about the times where me and Isaac would do the same.
“The stars are quiet beautiful tonight, they just sit up there slowly burning throughout the night peacefully and without a care in the world. You know Me and Isaac use to do this all the time it was my favou-” I start to say without thinking. My eyes go wide as I fully process what I just said.
“Isaac?” Liam says while looking at me intrigued.
“Ahhhhh it’s nothing don’t worry about it little wolf, You know what I’ll meet you in the jeep” I say. I quickly walk towards the jeep and get inside. I lean back against the chair slowly sliding down my mind is filled with thoughts.
“What did he do?” Stiles asks as he walks up to the door.
“Nothing, Stiles. He done nothing” I reply.
“Then why do you look like you’re about to cry” he says.
“Seriously stiles don’t worry about it okay I’ll be fine” I say.
“Pfffft a nd I have a six pack with biceps the size of your head. Now come on, whats wrongs” Stiles says. I laugh at his reply and sit up in my chair.
“If you really wanna know I started thinking about my time with Isaac okay and how we’d use to look at the stars, see I told you it was nothing okay” I reply.
“Look you need to talk about him whether it’d be with me, Scott or Lydia but you need to talk about him (Y/N)” he says. I nod my head and usher him out the jeep. I lean back into the seat and close my eyes thinking about what Stiles had just said.
After a while, I get out of the jeep and sit next to Scott. They both look at me concerned looks plastered onto their face.
“I thought about what you said and you’re right. I need to talk about him so why not do it now” I say. They both send me small smiles.
“Where do I begin. Isaac was my first everything, my first love, my first kiss etcetera, etcetera. And I loved him so much… He was there for me when you were the nogitsune, Stiles” I begin to say. Scott puts his arm around my shoulders in order to comfort me.
“Things were great you know. I even saw a future with him, then everything turned sour when Ali died. She was the glue that held everything together. I didn’t know what to do after that and neither did Isaac or that’s what I thought. When he asked me to go with him I was surprised. Deep down I wanted to jump into his arms and scream yes at the top of my lungs but then I thought about you two, my family, Lydia… the pack. I begged him to stay, I begged and I begged but just like that he was gone and I was standing there cold and alone. I tried so hard to forget about him but all I do is end up missing him even more it’s like I’m going crazy and I haven’t figured out how to get over it” I finish. By this point, I was balling my eyes out. Scott was hugging me, rocking side to side as the night continues to tick away
“No matter what (Y/N) you’ve always got us okay” Scott says with a stupid grin on his face. I laugh lightly and hug them both.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you two, seriously” I say. I let go of the hug and chat to them for a little while as some time passes stiles begins to say something.
“Hey you think it’s been long enough” Stiles says referring to the chained up wolf.
“Yes” Liam yells. We all walk towards the little wolf, Scott puts his hand into his pocket and begins to take the keys out.
“Are you sure you’re okay” Scott asks.
“Yes, I’m fine” Liam replies.
“Well if we see your naked butt running around town again I’ll be dragging you here myself little wolf” I say with my brows raised slightly.
“I said I was hot” Liam replies.
“Yes well my grandparent didn’t appreciate seeing a particularly naked young boy running outside my house at two in the morning. Now let’s get going we got things to do”
*skip rest of car ride*
Me, Scott, Malia and Stiles finally make it to the school. We wait for Kira as she was the only one that wasn’t here.
“I’m going to get her” Scott says.
“How are you going to go through all the traffic” Stiles asks.
“I have a way. You guys go to the library, I’ll go back home and get my bike” Scott’s says. We nod our head and wave bye to Scott.
“You guys go ahead I need to do something that I haven’t been able to do in a long time” I say. I play with the necklace Isaac gave me for our anniversary.
“Oh hell no. Do you really think I’m gonna-” Stiles begins to say but Malia cuts him off.
“We’ll meet you at the front of the school” Malia says. Stiles begins to protest but Malia motions her hands to the necklace. Stiles looks at it and then finally understands what I meant. They both walk away, I smile a little as they both remind me of the relationship I had with Isaac.
I walk towards the lacrosse field, my hair and clothes drenched in water. I stand there, the necklace firmly in my hand as I begin to think about the memories we made together. After a while, I look at the necklace a tear slides down my face.
“I love you and I let you go, Isaac Lahey”I throw the necklace far away. My heart finally feeling at peace. I turn around and come face to face with a man.
“You look a lot like the girl in the photo” he says. I move away from him my heart racing. I look at his hands and see long claw protruding from his fingers.
“What are you?” I ask.
“Someone wanting to know where Scott McCall is” he says. I try to run past him but he grabs my arm and pulls me towards him, he then puts his claws up to my throat.
“Look I don’t know where he is okay” I say.
“Now that’s a lie isn’t it” He says. He digs his claws into my throat causing me to flinch.
“You won’t find him and even if you do you won’t even know what hit you” I say threatening. He chuckles and leans into my neck.
“Oh, naive little girl… just you wait and see” He whispers into my ear. We walk to the tunnel that we were under before Scott went to pick Kira up. Coincidentally both Scott and Kira were there. He growls causing the both of them to look in our direction. He pushes me out of the rain, his claws digging into my lower back.
“Hey, Kira. How was the trip?” I say trying to lighten the mood. The strange man pushes me to the side and runs at Scott and Kira. Everyone begins fighting, Kira takes out her sword while Scott takes out his claws. I crack the bone in my neck and get ready to fight.
“How cute. You all think you can actually beat me” He says. I raise my brow and pull my knives out.
“Of course we can. Afterall your just another one of our useless obstacles” I say.
I run up and attack, he dodges some of my advance causing me to attack him even more. He grabs my arms and kicks me in the stomach making me fall to the ground in pain. Scott and Kira then proceed to fight him, he pushes Scott to the side leaving Kira. She takes her sword out and slashes the air and then proceeds to attack, he easily blocks her moves and hit her back causing her to fall.
“A true alpha. Where’s your power, Scott” He says.
“Who are you?” Scott asks.
“A devoted fan. Show me the man that took down Deucalion, the man who broke the Argents. I came for that alpha, COME ON” He replies. Scott roars and then attacks him. Kira gets up and then attacks him once again but he blocks every move.
“I didn’t come just to claim your status” He starts to say.
I stand up and ready my knives once again but I was pulled back by some guy. He attacks him landing a few blows here and there but not enough to take him down. Scott stands up and dodges every throw taken towards him but that guys grabs him by the throat and lifts him into the air. Then he impales Scott with his claws, Scott slowly kneels onto the ground his eyes flashing back to his normal eyes.
I push past Kira taking her sword and run towards Scott getting ready to attack once again. Scott then grabs him and stands up his eyes back to his alpha ones. I smirk to myself and aim her sword at him while he lays on the ground.
“I don’t know who you are or what you thought you were gonna do but I’ll give you a choice. You can stay and I’ll break something else or you can run” Scott threatens. He looks at us and then turns his to face Stiles. I kick his leg getting his attention, I then lean crouch down in front of him the sword now on the ground.
“I’d run” I whisper. He stands up, holding his broken arms and runs. I stand up picking up the sword and throw it back to Kira. We all walk towards each other, I turn around to face the guy behind us curious as to who he is.
“You don’t remember me do you” he says. We all stand there silent, I fold my arms across my chest.
“Nope not one bit” I say. He chuckles and starts walking towards us.
“I always liked that about you, (Y/N)” He replies. I take my knives out and aim them at him.
“How do you know my name” I threaten.
“I guess I look a little different since the fourth grade” He says.
“…Theo” Scott says. He nods his head a smile slowly emerges onto his face. I put my knives down and place them back into my boots.
“You know him” Malia says. I smile to myself as the memories of us begin to flash through my mind.
“Yeah, we use to know him. We were best friends for three years” I reply. I look around the group of people everyone reactions seem so different.
“Trust me I thought I’d never get to see you guys again. A couple months ago I heard of an alpha in Beacon Hills… When I found out his name was Scott McCall… I just couldn’t believe it. Not just an alpha but a true alpha” He says.
“What do you want?” Scott asks.
“I moved back to Beacon Hills…back home with my family. Cause I want to be a part of your pack” He answers.
“That was a really nice speech, Raeken. But all I wanna do and I’m pretty sure most of you agree is to sign our stupid initials onto a library shelf in the school, okay. Now if you don’t mind we’ll be going” I say before anyone could say anything I left and started walking towards the library. We all walk to the library in complete silence, all that could be heard was the sound of rain hitting against the ground.
“That was interesting” Malia says breakining the silence.
“Yeah” I reply.
“What were you doing anyway (Y/N)”Scott asks.
“I was letting someone go” I reply. He looks at me confused, i just pat his shoulder and continue walking ahead. We make it inside the school all of us sigh in relief.
“I’ll be back. I have to go to my locker” I say. They nod their heads and stand there talking.
I jog towards my locker and grab whatever I needed and began jogging my way back to the group of teens. I frown as I approach them as they all sounded like they were arguing with someone.
“Hey what the hell is going on” I yell. Everyone turns around and looks at me with a sad expression. I look at them weirdly, not sure whats going on.
“Hey, (Y/N). What the hell happened to you” I hear a very familiar voice say. He booked to walk towards me cupping my face as he examines my injuries from the fight. I push him away my emotions suddenly all over the place as the love of my life stands in front of me after all these years.
“Don’t start caring now Isaac it’s too late for that” I reply coldly. My hearts racing over a thousand miles per hour while my mind is all over the place, Why now, why here, why me…
“I don’t know why you’re here or why you’re back Isaac but I’ve had a bad night so if you’d like you can go back to France and never return. Oh yeah and this is for leaving” I say, I punch him in the face as the sudden urge of anger starts to raise inside me. He stumbles back a shocked look plastered on his face, he wipes the blood of his nose and fixes his composure, He looks at me with his beautiful blue eyes still full of love and it made me even more angrier.
“I’m here because of you” He says. I roll my eyes and scoff as I continue to glare at the boy in front of me.
“Don’t give me that bullshit, Isaac. It’s been years since you up and left me, I needed you, I relied on you Isaac… so what makes you think that you could come back and think that everything would be okay. I’m still healing mentally and emotionally so I really don’t need this at the moment Isaac so leave… its what you’re good at” I yell tears streaming down my face with every word.
“(Y/N) please listen to me” he begins to plead with me. I scoff and roll my eyes once again, no matter how much I’ve yearned for him touch or to see him once again I’m not going to fall for his lies anymore, I’ve let him go so I need to stick by it.
“Isaac stop I’m done with this conversation and I’m done with you. Let’s go guys Lydias probably waiting for us” I say, I walk away the pack following behind as we make our way towards Lydia.
“Sooooo that was interesting” Stiles says while he catches up to me.
“Ugghhhh don’t even get me started, seriously this night couldn’t t have been any worse. I just wanna write my initial on that stupid library shelf and go home, my grandparents are probably worried” I reply annoyed. He laughs and puts his arm around my shoulder.
“Well it seems like your wish just came true cause I spot Lydia right now actually so library here we come” he says. I smile and hug him once more before letting to go met up with Lydia a bit quicker than the others. I give her a big hug and she hugs me back surprised.
“Took you guys long enough and what was that for even though I’m not complaining” she says with a confused yet concerned look on her face.
“I’ll catch you up tonight, sleepover?” I reply.
“Uhhhhh of course” she replied, I laugh at her response and hug her once more while we wait for the others to catch up.
Isaac Lahey was my first everything, he was my first my love and also my first heartbreak. I had given that boy everything I could and yet that still just wasn’t enough my heart wasn’t enough because when I needed him the most he left…
I hate him so fucking much, that it hurts to still be in love with him. He left me, abandoned me, threw me away like I was simply nothing but trash to him, so how dare I still love him… how dare he still be on my mind after all he’s done to me, how dare he not be hurting still after all these years apart, how dare he make me feel the way that I do, how dare he expect to me to fall into his arms like he never left or none of it never happened…
I hate him so much that my heart can’t seem to stop being in love with him and it hurts, it hurts so much and I’m not sure if I fully let him go…“I love you”… yeah so much for that.
Warnings: Mentions of injuries, blood, suicide, murder, swearing (always), etc.
A/N: Surprise? Kind of a filler. Lots of jumps. Soon, I will upload a post explaining what is going to happen to this series and my writing in general. Don’t worry, it’s not something bad.
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Last night, we had some problems with Garrett. The police and ambulances ended up being involved, and thankfully, nothing serious had happened to any of us. But as we expected, things were becoming more dangerous, and we all were concerned about the unknown future.
I went down the stairs while checking my phone. Scott had texted me saying he had to go somewhere while Stiles had called me, informing me that he would come to get me in a couple of minutes. Before entering the kitchen, I stopped as I listened to Melissa speaking. “I know that I’m a month late. Three months? Oh. Are you sure it’s three months?” I sighed gently, hoping she wouldn’t hear me. “Okay, I understand. Um, but if you could just turn the power back on even for a few hours, that would be really great. I have a refrigerator full of food that’s going to go bad. And, obviously, I don’t have the money to run out and replace $300 worth of groceries. So… I am more than happy to beg.” I bite my lower lip, stumping on the stairs to advise her that I was going to enter. As I came into her view, she put the phone away. “Hey, you didn’t leave with Scott?” She offered me a tiny smile, walking closer to me and kissing my cheek.
I shook my head as I grabbed an apple, quickly washing it. “Scott didn’t wake me up today, but he texted me saying he had to go do some things.” I shrugged. “Stiles said he is coming for me tho.” She nodded her head, taking a sip of her coffee. “But if you need help at home or something, I can stay.”
She immediately shook her head. “I’m alright. I will spend my free time working around the house a little bit.” I could see the worry painted in her features. “You better leave. I’m pretty sure Stiles will come earlier to get you just to see you.” She winked as I felt flustered. I did as I was told, knowing that she had spoken about Stiles to save herself from being caught.
As I exited the house, I noticed the familiar blue jeep parked in front of my house. I couldn’t help but smile, even though I couldn’t see who was inside the car due to the sun hitting my face. However, my grin became broader as I saw Stiles exiting the jeep, rapidly shuffling towards me. His smile, perhaps, as wide as mine.
“Hey,” I stepped closer to him, meeting him halfway. Before I could say anything more, his lips abruptly ended up against mine. Then, they softly caressed mine for a couple of seconds. He was the one who pulled away, even though I attempted to follow his lips, wanting, no, needing to feel them against mine again. He whispered a ‘hey’ back as his forehead rested against mine. “What’s the plan?”
I heard a noise, which I couldn’t decipher. Perhaps because I was too busy lost in Stiles Stilinski. I wasn’t even sure how to describe what I felt when he was near, but even the smallest gestures or movements done by him had my heart beating like crazy. And even if I was shy to admit it, my body had been responding more to him. Wanting, no, needing to be closer.
“The plan is to go to Stiles’s dad’s job if you both can keep your hands to each other.” A voice sounded, and I laughed as I recognised it. Looking behind my boyfriend, I saw the red-headed girl smirking at us as she sat in one of the backseats of the jeep. “C'mon, lovebirds.”
Stiles was quick in gripping my hand, walking me towards the passenger seat and opening the door for me.
When we arrived at our destination, Parrish informed us that Noah was out but would be back in a couple of minutes. However, Stiles let him know that we wanted to talk to him.
Parrish’s eyebrows were furrowed. “This is a hit list?” He gripped a piece of paper.
“We call it a Dead Pool,” Stiles informed. “Recognize any of the names?”
The man nodded. “Yeah. The Sheriff had me run a bunch of these through the system last night. But we couldn’t find any of them.” Parrish seemed as confused as me.
Stiles sighed, uncrossing his arms and glancing at Lydia. “Show him the other thing.” He made a gesture, and as Lydia turned the paper Parrish was holding, I tried to get closer to have a look at it.
“Okay. That’s kind of terrifying.” He got up from the desk as he examined his name, written on the list with the number 5, next to it. “What’s the number?”
Lydia shrugged. “That’s how much you’re worth.”
“I’m worth five dollars?”
Stiles extended his arm. “Five million.”
“I only make 40,000 a year. Maybe I should kill myself.” While Stiles and Lydia glanced at each other confused, I couldn’t help but grin due to what Parrish had said. “I don’t get it. Why…Why am I on this?”
“Honestly, that might be a question for another day. Right now, there’s still another third of the list we gotta crack.”
Lydia stared at the older man. “We need the third cypher key. But we need help getting it.”
“From who?”
She shrugged, attempting to look innocent. “Meredith.”
“The girl from Eichen?” He shook his head, walking towards the door and opening it for us. “The last time you saw her, you almost gave her a nervous breakdown.”
“Uh… Almost.” The red-haired girl answered back, making me and Stiles close our eyes in frustration.
As we exited, my eyes locked on a paper hanging on one of the walls. “Hey,” I called their attention. “What’s this?” Parrish stepped closer to me, inspecting the paper too.
“We need workers.” He explained. “Too many cases lately. We need help in the office.” My interest peaked.
“Do they have to be qualified?” As Parrish shook his head, I smiled. “How can I apply?” The man furrowed his eyebrows. “I need the money. I’m trying to save.” I half-lied.
After he explained what I had to do, we left. Stiles was quick to ask why I was so interested in the position, and as I explained it to him, he offered me a tiny smile, kissing my forehead.
Liam disappeared. Violet going to a federal facility and Garrett threatening Scott. He had texted me letting me know that Garrett was asking for money and Violet if we wanted to know where Liam was, which indicated that he had done something to him. To be honest, I was worried for my brother, knowing he would do anything to protect those he loved.
“What the hell are we running here? A bed and breakfast?” Stiles swore as he saw the man walking toward us. I quickly gripped his hand in a comforting squeeze, trying to remind him that he was no longer a patient. We were just here to talk to Meredith. “We do not just open the door for anyone with a badge.”
Deputy Parrish spoke up. “We need to talk to Meredith Walker. It involves a murder investigation.”
“Well, you can talk to her all you want, but these three,” His voice was quite strong. “Especially that one…” His gaze fixed on Stiles. “They’re outta here.”
“They’re crucial witnesses in an ongoing investigation. I wouldn’t have brought them here if it wasn’t absolutely…Crucial.”
“Okay, Deputy.” He walked closer, getting on his face. “How about you come back with a court order, then I’ll listen.” Then, he swirled around, getting too close to the boy beside me. “As for you, Mr. Stilinski, how about you come back with payment in full. That’s right.” Stiles remained silent, but I knew he was uncomfortable.
“How about you come to talk to us when you don’t have a stick up your ass.” His gaze snapped to me. “And maybe, stop getting so close to people,” I twitched my nose. “Your breath smells like hell.”
Stiles chuckled, which made Brunski ignore me as he went back to him. “Daddy may be the Sheriff, but he’s late on the bills. I guess those government jobs aren’t as reliable as they used to be, huh?”
“But they do help when you need a favour.” We looked at Parrish as he lifted one of his eyebrows, shrugging. “Like, how a month ago, Canaan P.D. helped you get home after blowing 0.1 on a breathalyzer.”
My mouth opened wide in a big smile. “No…” Stiles did the same, nodding his head as Brunski seemed to be embarrassed while being caught.
“All right. I’m not against a little quid pro quo. Not at all.” He gave his keys to Stiles, who was still foolishly smiling. “Not at all.” Then, he left as I waved at him.
“You. You, I like you.” Stiles touched Parrish’s shoulders repeatedly. “I’m gonna keep you.” Lydia and I glanced at each other, rolling our eyes.
When we opened the door to Meredith’s room, she was sitting on her bed as if she knew that we were coming to talk to her.
Scott hadn’t answered my texts, which scared me a little bit as I rapidly thought that perhaps something bad had happened to him. I shook my head as if the destructive thoughts would go away, and I sat on the bed in front of Meredith and between Stiles and Lydia. “Meredith, what you mean you can’t tell us?”
“We just need the third key. You can give it to us in numbers, letters, hieroglyphs. Whatever you want.”
“I can’t.”
“Then why did you give us the second key?”
“I wanted to help. That’s what I want to do. I want to help.”
“Great. So help us now. Okay? Give us the third cipher key.”
“Things have changed. I… I can’t.”
“Why not?”
I noticed Meredith getting even more nervous as Stiles and Lydia talked to her. “Guys, go easy on her.” I whispered to both of them.
“I’m sorry. I can’t. He…He doesn’t want me to.”
“Who’s he, Meredith?” My voice was soft as I offered her a tiny smile. “Meredith, who doesn’t want you to tell us the third cipher key?” I saw her hesitate.
“The Benefactor.”
“What’s his name?” Lydia asked. “You could just tell us his name.”
Stiles sighed. “Okay, you’re shaking your head. What’s that mean? Does that mean you don’t know? Or you don’t want to help us?”
“I can’t… I can’t help anymore.”
Lydia stood up. “How do you know about him?” Meredith seemed more and more affected by the questions as she started shaking her head from one side to another in quite a violent manner.
Deputy Parrish intervened. “Guys, I think we better stop.”
“Meredith, a lot of people are going to die if you don’t tell us.” Lydia’s voice became stronger as my heart started beating even harder, the situation making me anxious.
“I don’t… I don’t know. I don’t know.”
“Please…Meredith, it’s okay. You’re gonna be all right. Please.” Deputy tried to calm her down, but she was only getting worse.
“I don’t…I don’t…I DON’T KNOW.”
Parrish stepped forward, gripping Lydia’s arm to support her weight as she had become weak. My vision blurred as black spots appeared everywhere, and as I tried to fight my body from falling backwards, I felt hands on me, pulling me closer to something and stabilising me. Stiles had pulled me closer to his chest, hands on my face as he tried to meet my gaze. “Fuck,” He muttered as his fingers caressed the side of my head under my ear. I was bleeding. Meredith’s scream had affected Lydia and me greatly. “Breath, Y/N.” We all glanced at the girl, surprised. Stiles’ hands lowered to my jaw and neck, our chests pressed together.
“Okay, well, we know one thing.” We were in Stiles’ room. He was pacing around as Lydia sat on his desk while I curled on his bed after drinking some water. My heart was still beating madly. “Both of the first two keys, Allison and Aiden, they’re both names of the dead. Right?”
“But we’ve already tried every other dead person’s name we could think of.” I nodded my head. Lydia was right. “And if you haven’t noticed, there were a lot of tries.”
“Yeah, I noticed.”
“You okay?” My voice was low as I stared at Lydia.
She took a deep breath. “The only other Banshee I’ve ever met. And I think I might have just drove her over the edge.”
Stiles intervened. “Lydia, it wasn’t your fault.” I agreed. “I was there, too. And you’re probably not the only…Hold on.” We both looked at him. I sat down on his bed. “Banshees predict death. Right? So what if the third key is someone who isn’t dead…”
I gasped. “But will be.” They nodded their heads. I got up from the bed when Stiles walked closer to Lydia, who closed her eyes, letting her fingers fall on the keyboard of the laptop as she started typing. The word 'Derek’ came out. Fuck. A new list opened, and some familiar names came out. One of them was Meredith’s.
“Call Parrish.” Lydia urged Stiles. “We need to call Parrish.” Stiles glanced around, trying to find his phone. I noticed it was on top of his bed, next to me. I dialled Parrish’s number but gave the phone to Lydia. After a couple of seconds, Parrish answered his phone, and Lydia quickly explained what had happened. “What are you talking about?”
We got closer to her. I was quick to place my hands on her elbows as I felt her moving from side to side. We could hear Parrish on the other line. “Lydia, Meredith’s gone. They found her an hour ago in her room. She hung herself. I’m sorry.” My eyes got teary, but Lydia seemed to be in shock. I slowly got closer, hugging her as Stiles hugged both of us, his fingers in my hair as our eyes met.
“You counted it yet?” Stiles and my brother were sitting on the ground. A bag full of money was in front of them, which my brother had found in the locker room at school before anything went down. Before Violet was arrested. Before Garrett threatened him. Before Liam had been captured. Before our father and Noah got hurt.
“No.”
“We should probably count it.”
Both of them gripped the bag, turning it around and making the money fall on the ground, another object fell. A cassette which had a sticker with the words 'Play me’.
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“So, the Walcott’s were the first. At least the first that we know about. Four murders. Sean, his brother, and their parents. They were killed by a professional assassin called The Mute. Weapon of choice, a military tomahawk.” I wandered closer to Noah Stilinski as he listened to what Stiles was telling him. I offered him one of the coffees that I have gotten from the machine at the station. “But then The Mute was killed by Peter Hale after he tried to blow up Derek with a Claymore mine.” Noah offered me a smile as I walked to my brother, kissing his cheek and placing his beverage on the table in front of him. “Next was Demarco. He delivered a keg to the party at Lydia’s lake house. And got decapitated outside his car.” Stiles paused for a second to kiss my forehead as he grabbed the coffee that I was offering. “And then last night, 23-year-old Carrie Hudson.” His arm rested around my waist as he pulled me closer.
“It’s a dead pool. A hit list of supernatural creatures.” Scott glanced at the older man. “This is only part of it. The rest still has to be decoded.”
Noah’s eyebrows were furrowed as he siped some of his coffee, resting it on top of the table cautiously as he didn’t want the papers to get stained. “Who found this list?”
“Lydia.”
“How?”
“She wrote it.” I intervened as I had been a witness. “Actually, she transcribed it. Without realizing it.”
“Banshee?”
“Banshee.” Stiles nodded his head.
“Beautiful.” He glanced at the paper he was gripping once again. “All right, what are these numbers next to the names?”
“We’re getting to that.” The youngest Stilinski boy stared at the eldest. “First, you need to know that the code was broken with a cipher key.”
“Wait. You mean, like a…like a keyword?”
“It’s actually a name.”
I sighed as my brother glimpsed at Noah. “Allison.” My hand instantly found his back, rubbing circles on it to comfort him. However, the death of your first love didn’t seem like something that comfort would fix. I couldn’t help but peek at Stiles, not wanting anything to happen to him.
Stiles glanced between the three of us, noticing how Mr. Stilinski looked at Scott, apologizing for his loss. “Her name broke a third of the list.”
“And now we think there’s two other cipher keys.”
“Which will give us the rest of the names.” Noah nodded his head. “Okay. So how do we get the cipher keys?”
“Same way we got the code.”
“Lydia. She’s been out at the lake house all weekend trying to find the other two keywords.”
The tension invaded the room. We were on that list, and if we weren’t ready, we would end up dead. “You didn’t know about Demarco or Carrie. Hmm? And what about these other two names on the list? Uh, Kayleen Bettcher and Elias Town. They’re werewolves too?”
“I don’t know.” My brother shook his head. “But Deaton said that the Nemeton would draw supernatural creatures here.”
Noah furrowed his eyebrows. “Here being Beacon Hills? Or Beacon County? The population of Beacon Hills is just under 30,000.”
“And dropping…”
“But if we’re talking Beacon County, then you’re looking at close to 500,000.” He groaned, sitting down on a chair. “Look, how many werewolves, banshees, kitsunes and whatever the hell else is out there are we talking about?” We shrugged, feeling as frustrated as him. “And what if the next cipher key uncovers not 12 names but 100?”
I shook my head, speaking up. “We don’t think there would be that many. There’s a limit.”
My brother pointed at the sheet. “Because of the numbers. We think that once we decode the names, the numbers will add up to 117.”
“117 what?”
“Million.”
“117 million dollars, Dad.” Stiles started writing ’M’ and ‘K’ next to the names on the list. “Stolen from the Hale vault and is being used by someone to finance all these murders.”
“Someone who wants every supernatural in Beacon Hills dead.” My brother sighed, peeping at me. “Maybe not everyone.” Noah glanced at us, confused, while Stiles bit his lower lip as his grip on me tightened. “Y/N is on the list, but there isn’t a number next to her name.”
“What does that mean?” We shook our heads, not knowing what they had prepared for me. “So the coded list goes out. And somehow, these professional assassins get that list.”
“And a cipher key.”
“And then they go after the names on the list. They being killers with no mouths, tomahawks, thermo-cut wires that can take your head off.”
“Let me see.” Stiles glanced at the pictures of the dead supernaturals. “Carrie was also stabbed. What’s this mark?”
“We’re not sure yet. We’re still waiting on the ME’s report.” He shook his head. “There’s one other thing I don’t get. How did this new assassin know that Demarco was going to be at the lake house?”
“Everyone knows he delivers kegs to teenagers for a little extra cash.”
“Ah. So whoever ordered that keg killed Demarco.”
“Yeah, it was someone at the party.”
“A student.” My brother and I said at the same time.
I quickly entered my next classroom, not wanting to be late as I knew Coach would be raging. I saw Stiles already sitting on his desk, glancing down. When I wandered closer, I discerned the pictures of the dead bodies. “Stiles,” I softly called out. However, he got startled as soon as he noticed that now, I was sitting on the desk next to him. “Why did you bring the pictures here?”
He pouted, waiting for a peck. I smiled as I went closer to him, swiftly pressing my lips against his. He tried to grab my neck to keep kissing me for longer, but I pushed him back, scared that Coach would appear. I asked, once again, why had he brought the pictures. “I was hoping I would be able to discover something.”
“Did you?” I swallowed, trying not to look at all the blood and marks chasing those dead bodies.
He shook his head, sighing. “I don’t like this.”
“I don’t think anyone does.”
He glanced at me, biting his lip while he seemed to be lost in his thoughts. “I don’t like that my friends’ names are on this list, which means they will be killed if we don’t find the culprit.” His face got closer to mine. “I don’t like that your name is there. There’s no price, just a tiny star next to your name, and I know you must be terrified.” He paused to take a breath as he felt my hand squeezing his thigh. “But I am too. And not even knowing what to expect, frightens me.”
I offered him a tiny smile, even though I was terrified too. “We will figure something out, okay?” Hopefully. “We always do.” There could be a time where we don’t.
I sighed once again when Coach entered the classroom, not wasting any second as he began his lesson. “Economic disparity exists in all forms. Well, take sports, for example. Some teams have better training facilities. Some have better equipment. Unlike Beacon Hills that can barely afford the duct tape to keep our equipment together.” He started walked between everyone’s seats. I immediately noticed that Stiles was still examining the pictures. I whispered his name a couple of times, but it was too late. He used a lacrosse stick to hit the Hazel-eyed boy’s desk. “You know, Stilinski.” He noticed the pictures. “If I could grade you on how profoundly you disturb me, you’d be an A-plus student.”
Stiles grinned at him. “Thanks, Coach.”
“Put those pictures away.” He hit his desk once again, turning around to continue with his class. However, my boyfriend grabbed the stick, making us look at him confused. “Stilinski!” The boy took the protective rubber that was on one of the extremes of the stick. “The hell is wrong with you? Don’t answer that.”
Stiles gasped. My brother and I were looking at him, waiting for him to say something. “It’s a lacrosse player.” I gulped, shaking my head and blinking fastly.
“The killer’s on the team.”
“This…this is pointless. Most of the team plays with their own gear.” My brother groaned as the boys, Kira and I were inspecting the lacrosse equipment.
“Maybe instead of trying to find a lacrosse stick with a hidden dagger in it, we should be trying to get the game cancelled?” Kira asked as she glanced at both boys.
Scott shook his head. “The game’s the best way to catch him red-handed.”
“But what if he’s red-handed 'cause his hands are covered, in the blood of the person that he just stabbed to death?” Stiles spoke up. “Which, by the way, could be either of you guys. Oh, and her.” He pointed at me. “WHo has no price and a tiny star next to her name.”
“Or Liam. Well, we don’t have the whole list, and he could be on it.”
“We don’t know anything about that list.” He groaned. “How it’s made, how it’s updated. I mean, who’s been out taking a supernatural census anyway?”
“How do they even know about me?” Kira asked as he glanced at my brother, ignoring the stressed Stilinski.
“They know about everyone.”
Stiles sighed. “I think Kira’s right. I think we should stop the game.”
“I’m not afraid.” My brother stared at his friend, shrugging.
“Neither am I.” The kitsune glanced at my brother as both of them smiled at each other.
“Well,” I spoke. “It’s amazing that you guys are brave. Maybe it will help you out not to be scared about imaginary monsters under the bed and all that.” I could feel Stiles nodding his head as sarcasm dripped from my mouth. “But I don’t think that will help much with this situation. These people were strong, and they got killed.” I continued talking before my brother could interrupt me. “You guys know about your abilities,” I reminded them softly. “I don’t know what I can do. I can’t protect myself as you guys can. There will be a time where…where you guys won’t be there to save everyone.” I shook my head as I got reminded of Allison by my own intrusive thoughts.
“Well, I’m terrified. And I’m not even on the list.” Stiles backed me up. “Guys, these are professional killers. It’s their profession. One of them’s got a thermo-cut wire that cuts heads off. Who knows what else they have?”
“Well,” He jokingly mocked how my boyfriend and I had started our dialogues. “We are always ready, and we will be this time too. We can do this.” I wanted to believe him. I truly did. “Y/N,” I sighed as I glanced at him. “There will always be someone protecting you, okay? I swear on my life. We can try and discover what you can do.”
Kira intervened. “You alert us. You scream when someone you care for is in danger and warn us. That’s fantastic.”
Scott nodded. “You brought us to Lydia when you both were being tortured by our teacher.” He offered me a comforting smile. “And only the supernatural can hear you, which is also an advantage.”
“And me.” Stiles nodded his head. True. Allison didn’t hear me screaming that night, but Stiles did. He was the only non-supernatural who was able to listen to me. “Strength.” He added. “We need to discover many of your powers, but one of them is clearly your strength. Do you remember that time at the hospital when Peter was going to attack me? He is bigger than you and seemingly stronger, but as soon as you saw that I was in danger, you were choking him against a wall.”
“But I don’t know how to take that strength out.”
“You will.” My brother comforted me once again.
I sighed, grabbing my bag as both boys left the room before Kira and me. Before I could open the door to catch up with them, I felt a hand around my wrist. “It’s him.” I furrowed my eyebrows while she smiled like a fool. “Stiles is your strength. I’m surprised you hadn’t noticed yet.”
Fuck.
She was right. All of those times, Stiles Stilinski was my anchor. My strength.
.
I grabbed Stiles’s hand as we all glanced at Liam getting closer to a bus. “What is going on?” I asked while seeing him confidently marching towards the people that were getting off it. “Are those lacrosse students from his last school?” I noticed my brother nodding as he continued examining Liam.
“Brett!” As he got closer to the boy, I got more nervous, clenching Stiles’s hand. “I just wanted to say…have a good game.” I sighed, calming myself when Liam’s intentions were good.
However, the other boy laughed. “That’s cute, Liam. Is that what they told you to say in Anger Management?” I clenched my jaw, not liking Brett’s attitude. “Apologize, and everything’s fine? You demolished Coach’s car.”
“I paid for it.” He was trying to keep calm.
“Yeah, you’re going to pay for it.” He smirked. “We’re gonna break you in half out there. And it’s gonna be all your fault.”
“Oh, sh1t.” My brother gasped as he glanced at Liam’s hand. Blood was dripping from it, indicating that his nails were out and scratching his palm from clenching his hand. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, let’s go.” Scott’s hands fell on top of Liam’s shoulders as Stiles and I decided to step in front.
“Hey, what’s going on prep students? Welcome to our little public high school. How you doing?” He offered his hand for Brett to shake. But the boy ignored him. “That’s a firm handshake you got there. Uh, we’re very excited for scrimmage tonight. Uh, but Let’s keep it clean, all right? No rough stuff out there. All right, see you on the field.” He made a gesture with his hand. “Go.” We all looked down as we took far from there.
Seconds later, Liam was being pushed against the wall of one of the showers of the boys’ locker room by both boys. Water was falling on top of him, wetting his entire body. “Okay, you calm yet?” The Stilinski boy asked as they continued to push him under the water and against the wall. He growled once again before letting them know that he was feeling calmer now. His fangs disappeared as he sat down on the floor, back against the wall.
“That car you smashed.” My brother spoke up. “I thought you said that was your teacher’s.”
“He was also my Coach. He benched me for the entire season.”
Stiles’s eyebrows were furrowed as I walked closer to him. His arm encircling my waist to keep me close to his body. Scott glanced at Liam, also confused. “What did you do?”
The boy shook his head, trying to dismiss the subject. “I got a couple of red cards.”
“Just a couple?” Stiles asked as the boy played with his fingers. He was lying.
My brother sighed, kneeling in front of him. “You gotta be honest with us. What else happened?”
“Nothing!” He noticed how we looked at each other to later glance at him. “I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for evaluation.” We all waited for him to continue. “I.E.D.”
Before they could ask what the meaning was, and before Stiles would go crazy, I spoke up. “Intermittent Explosive Disorder.” The three boys looked at me, surprised. I glanced at my brother. “My mother had that.”
“Melissa doesn’t have th-.” He interrupted himself. “Oh, your other mother.” I couldn’t help but smile a little. Yeah, the other.
“I.E.D? You’re literally an I.E.D? That’s great. That’s great.” Stiles winked and offered a thumbs up to Scott. “You gave powers to a walking time bomb.”
“Did they give you anything for it?”
“Risperdal. It’s an antipsychotic.”
“Oh, this just gets better.” I rolled my eyes as the hazel-eyed boy was enjoying the matter more than he should.
“But I don’t take it.”
“Obviously.” I finally punched his side, making him groan.
“I can’t play lacrosse on it. It makes me too tired.”
“Okay. I think you should bail out of the game.” I intervened. Liam quickly stood up, shaking his head. “Liam, just tell Coach your leg is still hurting.”
“No, no! I can do this.” He glimpsed at Scott. “Especially if you’re there.”
“Liam, it’s not just about the game. We think whoever killed Demarco might be on our team.”
“Who’s Demarco?” His gaze settled on Stiles.
“The one who brought the beer to the party. The guy who was beheaded. Remember?”
I coughed. “We think the person who ordered the keg killed Demarco.” I noticed how the boy seemed to be thinking of something. “Liam? What, you know something?”
“I don’t know who ordered the keg. But I know who paid for it.” The three of us looked at each other with wide eyes.
Night had fallen, and the lacrosse game was going to take place in a couple of minutes. Scott tried to convince Coach that Liam should stay on the bench until he was fully recovered. However, after seeing Liam catch a ball at a rapid speed, he determined that the boy was going to play.
Once they were playing, Liam was pushed to the ground by Brett and some other guy. I was on the edge of my seat, biting my lower lip as I saw the boy taking his helmet off, ready to fight both boys even if he was a size smaller. Thankfully, Scott and Stiles were there to save the day.
However, things quickly took a turn. One of the players from the other team fell to the ground in pain while Liam had hurt his arm. The match was stopped for a couple of minutes until everything was fixed.
“Everything okay?” I softly asked as I walked closer to my favourite player, offering a smile to Kira, who was also playing.
“We think they want Liam. They are coming for Liam.” My brother informed as he crossed his arms, sighing.
“I talked to Coach.” Liam stumbled closer to us. “I’m out for the rest of the game.”
“What are you gonna do?” Kira sighed as she glanced at my brother.
“I don’t know. Something’s still not right. We’re missing something.”
“Guys!” Stiles was glancing at his phone. “Lydia just broke another third of the list.”
“Am I on it?” Liam glanced at the boy standing next to me. He was scared, but maybe not as much as we were.
“No.” My boyfriend glanced at me as he shook his head. “But someone else is.”
My brother ran ahead of me to the locker rooms as Brett was in danger. I tried to keep up with him, but it was almost impossible. However, when I arrived at the locker room, I found my brother being chocked from behind by a woman. “He said we shouldn’t try. But now I’ve got you. I got an Alpha.” I could hear the excitement in her voice.
“Or perhaps the Alpha got you.” My eyes flashed, and as soon as those words left my mouth, Scott turned around, eyes red. Before he could do anything to the woman, I grabbed her hair. “You don’t touch my people,” I grumbled while with all the strength I could, I pushed her against a wall. She knocked her head, falling unconscious to the ground. “You okay?” I turned around to look at my brother, stepping over those, who were lying on the floor to examine his face.
He nodded his head. “Thank you, baby sis.” I smiled at the nickname as I sighed in relief. When Stiles appeared, examining the situation, my brother asked him to call Noah.
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My leg bounced up and down. My lower lip seemed to be permanently stuck between my teeth, sometimes the taste of blood invading my senses. My eyes shifted from looking at my old dirty sneakers to the front door of the house, impatiently waiting for Rafe McCall to come back.
As soon as the front door of the McCall house opened, I quickly stood up from where I was sitting, on the last steps of the stairs. Rafe glanced at me while slowly closing the door, then stepping closer to me. “It’s here.” I quickly grabbed the papers that he was gripping in his hands.
I sighed, my entire body shaking a little. The possibility of Scott McCall not being my brother was there, and it terrified me. My fingers fumbled with the papers, trying to open the envelope. “Ah, fuck,” I mumbled. “I can’t open th-.”
The papers were taken from me by Rafe as he quickly opened the envelope, taking a couple of sheets out. His eyes rapidly moving over it. He gulped, glanced at me then back down. The papers were offered to me.
I didn’t hesitate, gripping them tightly and glancing at all the words written on them, just trying to find what I wanted to know. “Based on testing results obtained from analyses of the DNA loci listed, the probability of paternity is 99.9998%.” I rapidly glanced up at Rafe, seeing him smiling. I couldn’t help but smile back. And even though there were a lot of things unresolved between us, I was happy. I was happy because I was related to Scott McCall. Therefore, without thinking about it, I ended up hugging Rafe for a couple of seconds. Then, I ran upstairs, knowing that Scott and Stiles were there.
My brother’s room was empty, but when I heard both boys speaking in the bathroom, I couldn’t help but run into the room. “Scott!” Both boys quickly turned around to glance at me. “The results came. Rafe McCall is my dad!” I was grinning like a fool.
“Are you serious?” His mouth was agape, trying to fight the biggest grin ever. I nodded my head. “Yes! Oh my god, yes!” He shuffled closer to me, hugging me tightly. My feet weren’t touching the ground as he spun me around. We were siblings. We both were McCalls’.
Other arms were placed around me, and that is when I saw Stiles embracing his two favourite McCalls’. He was probably as excited and happy as us.
Nevertheless, I blinked fastly while my mouth widened. “What the heck is going on?” There was a boy inside the bathtub. It looked like the new kid that attended the lacrosse tryouts and that Scott accidentally injured. “What the-.” His mouth was tapped and his limbs secluded together so he wouldn’t be able to move.
When both boys noticed that I was glancing at the boy, Stiles quickly grabbed the curtain, hiding the boy behind it. “I am as surprised as you.” My boyfriend added as my brother took us to his room.
Scott and Stiles sat down on the bed while I was pacing around. “So you bit him,” I replied after my brother had told us what had happened.
“Yeah.”
“And you kidnapped him.” Stiles glanced at me as he stated.
“Yeah.”
“And brought him here.” My boyfriend and I said once again, but this time at the same time.
His gaze shifted from his best friend to me. “I panicked.”
The other boy made some noises with his mouth as he exaggerated his facial expressions. “Yup. This isn’t going to end with us burying the pieces of his body out in the desert, is it?” Before anyone could answer, we heard more muffles coming from the boy, whose name I learnt was Liam. “As a reminder, this is why I always come up with the plans. Your plans suck.” Stiles gestured with his pointy finger.
“I know.” Scott was trying to keep calm. But how could he with a situation like this one? “Which is why I called you. So, what do we do?”
I hoped Stiles would have a normal plan that would take us out of this troublesome situation. But of course, we were talking about Stiles Stilinski, nothing with him could be a normal plan.
Liam was now sitting on a chair, still immobilized so he wouldn’t scream or run away.
“Liam, we’re going to take the tape off your mouth. If you scream, it goes right back on. If you talk quietly, it stays off. Got it? Okay.” The boy nodded his head, even though his eyes had that murderous look. “Okay.” The boy made some gestures to my brother, telling him to rip the tape off Liam’s mouth. However, Scott didn’t seem like he was going to do it. Stiles ended up ripping it, which made Liam grunt painfully. “Okay, Liam, now you’ve seen a lot of confusing things tonight. And more confusing things are going to happen because of the confusing things that happened tonight. Do you understand?” My brother and I glanced at him, confused.
“Not really,” Liam replied, which meant he was as confused as us.
“Good. That’s good.”
“I don’t understand either.” My brother was still staring at his friend as he voiced out his concerns.
“Maybe you should tell him.”
“Tell me what?”
My brother sighed. “Liam…What happened to you, what I did to you, which I had to do in order to save you, it’s going to change you.”
“Unless it kills you.” My boyfriend added as if it wasn’t anything to worry about. I quickly slapped his chest. “Shouldn’t have said that.”
“What?” Liam’s breathing became harsh.
“Oh..oh oh.” Liam glanced down as soon as he heard Stiles’s voice once again. “Is he crying?”
My brother and I immediately kneeled on the ground, trying to comfort him. My hand rested on his arm, and I offered him a tiny smile when he glanced at me. However, he looked away as he didn’t want anyone to see him crying.
“Liam, it’s okay. You’re going to be all right.” The boy ignored my brother as he sobbed harder. “You’re not going to die.”
My boyfriend kneeled too. “Probably not.”
“Stiles,” I groaned while rolling my eyes. “Stop it.”
“Okay, possibly not.”
“Would you just help me untie him?” They both quickly stood up, untying him from the chair. “Liam? Are you okay?”
“We’re sorry about that.” When he stood up, I noticed that the poor boy’s arm was bleeding. “We’re really sorry.” However, Liam grabbed the chair, hitting my brother with it. Scott fell to the ground as the chair had been destroyed when it collapsed with his side. I gasped as Stiles’s grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him. “Liam, what the hell is your proble-.” Before my boyfriend could question, he was punched in the face.
Both boys quickly got up from the floor as they saw Liam trying to escape. The three of them falling down the stairs while Stiles’s scream that he ‘got Liam’. However, I was standing on top of the stairs, seeing how my boyfriend was grabbing my brother’s leg. Liam had escaped. Stiles’s plans sucked too. And when we find Liam, I would have a chat with him. My brother, no one touched him, even though he kind of deserved it from giving him the bite. However, Stiles wasn’t at fault.
I sighed as I was sitting down on top of Stiles’s bed. Tonight there was going to be a full moon, and we needed to take care of Malia. “So what’s your plan?” I asked my boyfriend as he sat down in front of me, taking a bag from under his bed. “Chains? I hate full moons. Can’t even imagine how they must feel during the full moon.”
“Well, then let’s try and make tonight the last time we have to use these. Besides, we might need them for Liam.” Stiles made a gesture with his hand, He wanted to put the cuffs on me to see if they would be too tight or too big for Malia.
He placed the cuffs around my wrists. “Are you and Scott sure he’s going to turn into a werewolf?”
“We’re not even sure if he’s going to live.” I sighed, hoping that the boy will live. Even if we all haven’t started on good terms. “ Is that too tight?”
“No.” I shook my head.
Hearing steps, I turned around to see Noah glancing at us with confusion and surprise. That is when I noticed that Stiles was cuffing my wrists. “Hey. Um…That’s…This is not what you think at all.”
“I-I don’t even want to know.” He shrugged, turning around and leaving.
“There is nothing to know, 'cause I just…”
I was flustered. “That was embarrassing.” We both chuckled.
“Scott,” I groaned. “You told him the bite was a gift?” I walked between both boys as we were supposed to meet the others where the buses were usually parked. “Why did-.”
“I just didn’t know what to say, okay?” He groaned, and I quickly felt bad as I knew Stiles had probably already talked his ear off. Kira, who was clutching my brother’s hand, squeezed it. “But listen, when he took the bandage off, there was nothing. No blood, no bite. Nothing.”
I sighed. We all knew what that meant.
The school bell rang as we walked towards Malia and Lydia. “I’m not sharing my basement.” Malia groaned as she glanced at me, I offered her a smile, trying to keep her calm.
“Actually, it’s my basement.” Lydia intervened, shrugging as she stared at the girl standing between Stiles and me. “And my mom noticed how you tore it up last time.”
“All right, she’s still learning.” Stiles squeezed her arm while I intertwined my fingers with hers, offering her some reassuring squeezes from time to time.
“But, we’re going to use the boathouse for Liam. It’s got support beams. We can chain him to one of them.”
Kira shifted her gaze to Scott. “But how do we get him out to the lake house if he doesn’t trust us?”
“I say if,” As soon as Stiles’s voice sounded, everyone glanced at him. No one was ever prepared for the crazy things that could come out of his mouth. “If it keeps him from murdering someone we chloroform the little bastard and throw him in the lake.”
“I’m in.” Malia raised her hand.
I let her hand go as I walked to the other side to be able to punch my boyfriend’s arm. He hissed as he glanced at me. “Stop saying things like that! She will end up thinking that’s how we solve problems around here!” I whispered, hoping the girl wouldn’t hear me.
“But…” His face came closer to mine as he whispered back. “Isn’t that how we should problems around here?”
“No.” I huffed.
“Can I get a kiss? Your lips look so good right now.” I could feel all my body becoming hot. And as soon as his lips came in contact with mine, I bit his lower lip. “Ouch, what was that for?”
“Because you were being a bad boy.”
“I-.” His eyes were wide open as he glanced at me. “I kinda liked that. Can you say it aga-.” I slightly slapped the back of his head, trying to make him shut up and pay attention to what everyone else was saying.
“Let’s be smarter,” Lydia spoke. “We tell him there’s a party and invite him.”
“So, you’re going to ask out a freshman?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
“No, I’m done with teenage boys.” She answered back, and I couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps Lydia had her sight on someone older. “But, if we’re playing a trick on someone, we’ll have to use the trickster.”
We all glanced at Kira. “Who? Me? No way. Not me.”
“Yes, you. You know what they call a female fox? A vixen.”
“Me?” We all nodded, smiling at her. Although, she didn’t seem to be convinced by all of this.
“You can do it, Kira. Be a vixen.”
It was already night. We were waiting for Kira and Liam to arrive. The other two girls and I were resting our backs against Roscoe as my brother parked his bike in front of us, getting off it. “I just talked to Kira. She’s on her way. She said it’s all going fine.”
My boyfriend walked closer to my brother, ready to let him know what we had found out about Liam a couple of minutes ago. “It’s not that. I have to tell you something. I asked around about Liam. I know why he got kicked out of his last school.”
“This is going to be bad, isn’t it?”
Stiles sighed while looking through his phone. “He kind of got into it with one of his teachers. And…Uhm. The kid’s got some serious anger issues.”
“How serious?”
“Well, that’s his teacher’s car. After he took a crowbar to it.” He passed his phone to Scott so he would be able to examine the picture. I’ve seen it before and the car was completely destroyed. Windows were shattered, flat tires, and he had carved 'This is your fault’ on one of the sides of the car.
We decided to wait inside Lydia’s lake house. A couple of minutes later, the door was opened and Liam didn’t seem to be happy when he saw all of us waiting for him. Stiles waved at him. Kira stopped him from trying to escape. “Sorry.”
“What the hell is this?”
“Think of it like an intervention. You have a problem, Liam.”
“And we’re the only ones that can help.” My brother added while stepping forward.
“Werewolf? Werecoyote. Banshee. A siren. Fox?” He glanced at every one of us.
“Kitsune. But fox works.”
His arms were crossed over his chest. “What are you?”
“Uh, for a little while, I was possessed by an evil spirit.” He nodded his head while I rolled my eyes, a little smirk decorating my face. “It was very evil.”
“What are you now?”
“Uhm, better.” He glanced around, trying to meet someone’s eyes. His hazel ones met my gaze. “Also her boyfriend. Yea.” He had a proud smile decorating his features, which made me chuckle as I was flustered by his smile and his arm around my waist.
Liam ignored the exchange between the Stilinski boy and me as he glanced at the tale. “Are those for me?” The bag with the cuffs was resting on top of it.
“No, they’re for me.” Malia flashed her blue eyes.
Liam became nervous, staring at every one of us as his breath was laborious. He asked how Malia was able to do that with her eyes, changing their colour and making them flash. “You’ll learn. But first, you need to get through the full moon.” My brother reassured him.
“The moon’s already out.”
Scott smirked. “And you’re starting to feel something, aren’t you?”
“I feel like I’m surrounded b a bunch of psychotic nutjobs.” He spat. “You guys are out of your freaking minds. I don’t know how you did that eye thing and I don’t care.” His yelling became louder. “I’m walking out the door right now! If any of you try to stop me, I swear to God, I’m gonna…” Before he could finish his threat, his hands went up to his head, clutching it as if it was going to explode. He started gasping and screaming, his eyes unfocused and his movements clumsy.
“What’s wrong? Liam?” My brother stepped forward.
“You don’t hear that?” We all looked outside the window. A vehicle was passing by. The lights entering the dark living room.
“Did you tell someone about this?” Lydia asked.
“My friend Mason.” He gasped while kneeling on the ground. We heard multiple voices, not just one. “You said it was a party.”
“Who did Mason invite?”
“Everyone.”
Liam’s nails were out as he started to scratch the wooden floor. “The floors! Get him off the floors!” The strawberry blonde girl tried to get closer to the younger-looking boy. However, she was met by his fangs and growls. My hand snapped, grabbing Lydia’s arm and placing her next to me, making sure she would be safe.
Kira and Scott grabbed Liam, trying to take him away from the people who were going to ring the bell soon. Malia kneeled on the ground, whispering Stiles’s and my name, when we asked what was wrong, her eyes flashed and her fangs were visible. “Okay, we need to take her to the basement. Right now.” I glimpsed at Stiles, nodding my head.
When Lydia noticed that Stiles and I were going to leave her alone, she quickly glanced at us. “What am I supposed to do with the hordes gathering the door?”
The Stilinski boy sighed. “Lydia, who throws the best parties in Beacon Hills?”
“What? Me, obviously.”
“Okay, then throw a party.”
Malia was having difficulties trying to control her were coyote side. Both the boy and I were worried about her getting hurt with the cuffs more than the possibility of Malia breaking said object and hurting someone else. She was fighting against the restraints, and I noticed the cuffs around her wrists were starting to rip. “But I want to. Uh! I look at your faces and I want to slash at them. I want to tear at them. I want to feel your bones crack between my hands.” She desperately between gritted teeth explained to us why we had to leave her alone in the basement as she was scared of hurting us.
“We won’t leave, Malia,” I whispered, not knowing what more to do or say. I slowly reached my hand to her, intertwining my fingers with some of her locks. She seemed to be shocked by the action as she rapidly stared at me. A soft growl came out of her mouth, making me pull my hand back.
“No,” She whined, trying to get closer to where I was kneeling on the ground. “Do it again.” I glanced back at Stiles, who nodded his head, curious. My fingers started caressing her hair once again, sometimes scratching her scalp. The next time a sound came out of her mouth, it didn’t sound like a growl. It seemed to be mixed with a purr.
However, it didn’t take much time before she was growling once again. I tried to put my hand back, but Stiles’s hand ended up on top of mine, trying to hold me back. He offered me a smile when our gazes met as Malia freed herself from her cuffs, breathing heavily. “I don’t think you’re going to hurt us. And I think maybe you’re so afraid of hurting us because of what you did to your family.” What was he trying to do? “I know what that’s like. I remember everything I did.” Our gazes met, and I knew he still felt guilty for punching me. He felt guilty even if I reminded him that was Void, not him. “And the worst part is I remember liking it. Because I felt powerful. I felt fearless. And most of all, in control. But when I came through it, I learned something else…Control is overrated.”
The Tate girl breathed deeply, placing her arms around us, whispering her thanks as she was back to her human form. We also sighed in relief.
I told Stiles to stay with Malia while I searched for Lydia, knowing she was probably completely mad as we had left her alone there. To my surprise, I found her inside a room, looking completely spaced out. “Lydia?” I closed the door behind me as I slowly stepped closer. “Are you okay?” I noticed a record playing. “What do you hear?”
“The key. The key to break the code.”
The strawberry blonde girl didn’t hesitate to grab her laptop, where we were met with a white screen and random numbers, letters and symbols. She introduced a password, ALLISON. Then, a list started appearing. Names of people, name by name. “What’s this, Lydia?” I gasped a little, not liking the appearance of such a list. Especially when I saw our names.
“It’s a list of supernaturals in Beacon Hills. It’s a dead pool. And we’re all on it.”
Theo carried your lifeless body out of the high school and laid it down in the backseat of his truck. “What are you going to do?”, Tracy asked him. “I’m not sure”, Theo sighed running his hand through his hair. Theo got into his truck and just as Tracy was about to get in the passenger’s seat, he locked the doors. “This is something I have to deal alone”, he said blankly.
Theo didn’t know what to do or where to go. He thought of taking you to Stiles’ house but Stiles would kill him if he knew what happen. He couldn’t take you to the hospital, what was he gonna tell them? My werewolf ex-girlfriend got attack by a monstrous beast conjured from the 1700s. Besides, would Melissa even be willing to help him after he killed Scott.
Scott! Scott wouldn’t turn him down when he needs help right? Especially if you needed help. Sure he’s probably still mad at Theo but you’re Scott’s beta so he would definitely help. After driving around aimlessly, Theo decided to take you to Scott’s house.
He hesitantly knocked on Scott’s door and was met with a very pissed off Scott. “Tell me why I should tear you in half right now!?”, Scott growled. “Because I need your help! It’s Y/N. She’s hurt and I didn’t know where else to go”, Theo said quickly.
They carried you up to Scott’s room and laid you on the bed. “How did this happen?”, Scott asked Theo angrily. “We were at the high school looking for the beast and it attacked us”, Theo replied pacing around, “Is she gonna be okay?” “I don’t know. I called my mum, she’ll know what to do.”
“You son of a bitch!”, Scott and Theo’s head shot up to the direction of the voice, “What did you do to her Raeken!?” Stiles grabbed Theo by the collar and pushed him up against wall. “I didn’t do anything to her!”, Theo pushed Stiles off of him. “Stiles calm down”, Scott tried to reason with his best friend. “No! Don’t tell me to calm down! This is all because of him! You did this to her!”, Stiles walked up to Theo and punched him in the face.
Theo fell to floor and let out a little chuckle. “Oh you think this is funny! She’s lying there helpless and it’s all because of you!”, Stiles was now on top of Theo and he continued to punch Theo until Scott pulled him off. “Stiles stop!”, Scott finally managed to pull Stiles off of Theo, “This isn’t helping to save her!” Stiles took a quick glance at you lying on Scott’s bed, tears started to well up in his eyes, as he stormed out of the room.
Melissa entered the room not too long after Stiles left, carrying a bunch of medical supplies. She stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed Theo sitting on the chair at Scott’s bedside. “Mom, it’s okay”, Scott reassures her as he can hear her heartbeat speeding up. “Let’s make one thing clear, I’m not doing this for any of you. I’m doing this to help Y/N”, she says sternly as she glares at Scott and Theo.
“Is there anything I should know before I treat her”, she pushes pass Theo to attend to you. “Erm, yeah”, Theo says nervously, “I’m not quite sure what it is yet but the doctors call it the beast. That’s what attacked her.”
“Okay, her heart rate is incredibly low, it’s barely even a heart rate and she’s not healing”, she checks your pulse and assesses the wounds. “Can you help her?”, Scott asks hesitantly. “Yes but I need you to help me. Take her pain. She’ll heal faster and it might boost her heart rate.” Scott kneels down at the bedside and grabs your hand but nothing happens. He tried to focus on taking your pain but he fails to do so, must have something to do with the fact that he’s not healing either.
“Here, let me try”, Theo takes your hand and instantly begins taking your pain as disappointment washes over Scott’s face. “Okay, it’s increased but still not enough”, Melissa says filling up a syringe with liquid. “What is that?”, Scott asks. “It’s atropine, we use it to treat patients suffering from low heart rate. It will shock the heart and increase the pulse”, she replied as she injected the needle in the centre of your chest in the attempt to shock your heart.
The three of them waited anxiously as the liquid ran through your body and began to work your heart again. Finally you began breathing at a somewhat steady rate which resulted in sighs of relief all around. Melissa then began to clean your wound and bandage you up before she began hooking up a drip. She pierced your flesh with a needle causing you to wince. “You’re hurting her!”, Theo grabbed Melissa’s hand. “And you’re hurting me”, Melissa replied firmly looking at her hand as Theo realized what he was doing and quickly let go of her hand.
“She’s gonna be fine. I’m just gonna put on a morphine drip to help with the pain. Just until she starts healing”, she informed the boys, “I have to get back to the hospital. Call me if anything changes.” “Okay thanks mom”, Scott replies with a warm smile.
“I’m gonna go check on Stiles”, Scott leaves the room as Theo takes a seat next to Scott’s bedside. “I’m really sorry I got you involved in all this”, he takes your hand in his, “I should have kept you as far away as possible from all this. I guess I was just being selfish, I just wanted you all for myself and it almost killed you.”
“Ahem”, Stiles cleared his throat as he stood by the doorway, “can I have a few minutes alone with her?” “Sure”, Theo rolled his eyes slightly before he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and left the room. Stiles looked around the room, there was blood and medical supplies scattered around you. You were hooked up to a morphine drip and you were bleeding through the bandages. His heart broke at the sight of it.
He sat down next you and brought your hand to his lips. He kissed it softly as tears began to well up in his eyes. “You gonna wake up Y/N. We can’t do this without you. I can’t do this without you”, he pleaded. He laid his head next to your intertwined hands and closed his eyes, falling asleep on the chair next to your bedside.
Oh please please pleeeease!!! I need to see O'Brosey and Stydia again. It’s been too long.
They should bring back Derek, Jackson, Ethan, Danny, Malia, Liam, Theo AND we can’t forget Isaac, we still need a proper ending for him. Plus of course all the parents and Coach!! Maybe even have Coach make a joke about Greenberg and we finally see what he looks like at the reunion!!!
everytime someone ships melissa with noah or says noah stilinski was a pack dad or father figure to scott….. an angel dies.
that man didn’t give a shit about other kids over his duty and law. only stiles.
and melissa really deserved better than that hypocrite, useless but privileged man.
on one hand melissa was written as a mother figure for stiles and had a few cute moments with him. and melissa actually cared for him in a motherly way.
but noah-scott doesn’t have that relationship. scott was the kid who was his son’s best friend always hanging out and creating troubles with stiles. i can’t remember a proper one on one moment with noah and scott. there was one in 6a where noah told scott about his abusive father and his dream about stiles. but that’s it. (the next episode we see noah yelling at scott (lol)). i really don’t think he really gave a shit about scott unless he needed any help to solve crimes or there was any supernatural activity going on.
melissa-chris argent pairing totally took me by surprise, but it is PERFECT. chris is just like melissa in so many ways. also a father figure to scott. i LOVE how his relationship grew with scott. and loved it more because the link between them was not just allison. he cared for scott, trusted him, believed in him as a human and an alpha. even before allison died! loved the way chris was all concerned papa bear for scott in 6b. i never saw chris-melissa ship coming because there was only hints of peter, rafael or noah pairing with melissa. But Argent? YES. TOTALLY YES.
this way melissa and argent both got a happy ending they deserved.
Also, Chris argent was the pack dad. not noah the sheriff stilinski
What’s always hilarious is how often Melissa is there looking out for Noah. Giving him illegal access to medical records so he can pursue criminals. Helping him with information about the Darach murders and the Mute’s murder of the Walcott’s. Talking him down after he pulls a gun on Parrish. She looks after his son on multiple occasions, including abandoning her own son at home to comfort Stiles.
And the Sheriff’s response – “I know a professional werewolf hunter turned werejaguar has kidnapped your son, but I’m going to insist we follow procedure (maybe) in order to keep my son from risking his life.”
And then there’s Ouroboros (5x08). He doesn’t just refuse to bend the rules for her, helies to her about doing it.
The only good thing I can see is that not only did he deserve that slap, but it ended both the ship and their friendship. They never had a conversation again.
